#my fav color is light blue/sky blue

[gremlins-hotel]

Happy B-day Grem!!! Hope you've been having a lovely Birthday

Here have a lil cake :)

(Idk what ur fav color or cake flavor are but you like Alfred so I made it look like one of his atrociously vibrant colored cakes you would find at a store like Walmart)

Ajwjsbggs I feel like I’m inside a Walmart indeed 🥺

[beansprean]

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Some of my fav Vampire Guillermo outfits from my ongoing paper doll insanity! May or may not be canon for My Familiar's Ghost ;). 30+ more of these over on Patreon lol

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of vampire Guillermo posing with his right hand in a peace sign and his left hand holding up his phone in selfie mode. He is wearing round glasses with gold frames and has his lips pursed as he looks at his phone screen. He is wearing brown dress shoes with a gold flame pattern, brown chinos, and a dark red ribbed sweater vest over a blue and pink floral button down. His collar is popped and he has on several gold rings, a gold hoop in his left ear, and a gold dangle on his right.

2. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown dress shoes with a lighter toe cap, dark blueish gray wool pants with a checker pattern, a lighter gray sweater vest over a pink button down with white stripes, and a black four tailed peacoat with a red rose pattern and lighter red lapels and liner. He has on several gold rings and gold studs with a curved loop back.

3. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown dress shoes with a lighter heart shaped toe cap, red chinos, and a sheer black button up with a red heart pattern over a black tank top. He has a single silver ring with a heart shape on his left ring finger and teardrop red jewels dangling from his ears.

4. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing rosy brown dress shoes with lighter wing tips, light pink cuords held up by suspenders, and a light pink and peach floral button up under an open knee length rosy brown cardigan with vertical stripes. There is a gold stud in his left ear and a dangling peach feather in his right.

5. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing leopard print loafers with no socks, black highwater pants, a black sweater with a knit chest pattern over a white button down, and an open front beige poncho with a diamond pattern along the trim. His shirt is untucked beneath the sweater, and he has on a pearl necklace along with several gold chains and matching pearl earrings.

6. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing brown wingtip shoes, black pinstripe high waisted pants, and a pale pink silk button up unbuttoned to his sternum under a knee length rosy brown fur coat. He has a white gold chain with a fang around his neck as well as matching rings topped with fangs on his middle two fingers and small hoops in his ears.

7. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing chocolate brown loafers, equally rich brown trousers, and a lace patterned sage green button up under a dark red cardigan with a diamond pattern. He has a knee length dark blue peacoat with a pink and green flower pattern on the lining and lapels as well as red teardrop earrings and a large blue stone on his left middle finger.

8. Repeat. Guilermo is wearing black dress shoes, black pants with a lighter bluish plaid pattern, and a black sweater over a white shirt with a red heart in the knit pattern over the breast. Fishnet pokes out from beneath the sleeves and he has on several silver rings, as well as a thin vertebrae necklace and ear studs with a silver triangle dangling from the left.

9. Repeat. Guillermo is wearing periwinkle loafers, dark purple-black pinstripe pants, and a translucent lace button down decorated with silver stars under a waistcoat colored like the night sky, with a purple nebula at the bottom and black with stars at the top. He has thin chain earrings and several silver rings shaped like stars and moons. /end ID

[pleucas]

i got a few asks about my process :0 so yea i took some screenshots mid-process of my recent cliff-skk thing just for that

m gonna preface everything by saying that i did have a ref for the environment!! i avoid color dropping from the image and tracing cuz i do want to hone some digital skills. also saying i'm doing an "environment study" when i'm really just drawing skk makes me feel better abt myself

when i don't have a reference, i tend to do some thumbnail sketches in my sketchbook. here's some random stuff of past work, where i rawdogged everything:

but whatever, back to the cliff-skk. i'll also post a timelapse of it for easy ref, but detailed stuff is under the cut :)

first i did some rough sketches on an orangeish background (underpainting etiquette, i find it helps things feel brighter and keep a stable tone when choosing colors to lay on top), and I quickly lined skk :)

then I laid down some flats for the background, again really eyeballing the reference for hues. afterwards i thought it was a bit bright, and i wanted a more sepia/nostalgia feel to it, so i hue adjusted everything to something more uniform

then i lay down flats for skk + the ocean, which i both had to color adjust a lot (you might see that in the timelapse), and then i jump straight into rendering the background. when i render, i always prefer to do it over something lineless, so i turn the sketch layer off. i rarely do lineart for backgrounds.

i also used to render the characters first, but i've found that it's just not a great approach—especially for art where characters and background are interacting, knowing the hues and shades of the environment is crucial to effective rendering on the character that doesn't make them look out of place.

when i'm rendering, i really try to keep in mind tenants of contrast, perspective, form, and light/shadow. ex, stuff "closer" to us has more detail; the hill in the back is minimalist (in comparison); the shadows lean cool-green while the light leans gray-yellow. rake brushes really carried me here idk... my fav brushstyle forever

eventually i reach a point where i'm satisfied (or bored) with the background. for the last stages i usually have the subjects hidden so i can really perfect the details—but then for super duper final details, like the little leaf specks and grass strands, i unhid skk so the poppy details could work around skk. then i get to rendering the characters :)

i forgot to take ss of all the stages when i rendered skk, but here's something from... about the middle of the process? i tend to render characters with the lineart hidden as well, sometimes bringing it back just to clarify things, but ultimately i prefer to define things by form than by line. that's just me tho idk, idt it makes or breaks anything, just a preference

again rlly just thinking about cool/warm, reflective tones (the greenish shadow on chuuya's left inner leg, sky-gray blue on dazai's vest), really just slotting the subject into the environment. after i finish rendering the characters, i usually return to the background and add some stuff—in this one i defined the waves a bit and put some grass around skk

and yeah then we're done idk LOL. sometimes i run the file through camera raw (photoshop) to do some color adjustments—i find that my iPad displays colors super differently, usually making things a lot lighter than they are (u can see how dark the timelapse is...), so i find myself lightening my work a lot. i also sharpen and add noise as needed :)

i think my process has changed a lotttt even in this past year. it's kinda crazy!! it's always fun to do these and just reflect a bit on how i work. mostly just mindless insanity until it kinda works.

thanks for sending in an ask. and if u read all that, thanks to u too lolol

[silkscream]

CHAPTER 2: HEAVEN CANNOT WAIT FOREVER

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

He feels you shake. Earth-shattering, the feeling of you. Like you’re breaking the sky for him. It roots something deep inside him that wasn’t there before. Something blooming between violence and gauzy ecstasy. It knots his stomach until he breaks, too.

ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: smut (18+ mdni), virginity loss, protected sex (yay!!), fingering, satoru is annoying

ੈ✩ wc: 4.4k

ੈ✩ a/n: SMUT TIMEEEEE! one of my fav chapters just because it's so sweet. title is from the first taste by fiona apple. i'd love feedback <3 if you just comment about updates i will summon mahoraga on you.

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July, 2008

In front of you, the Gojo estate sprawls out. It's oversized and sukiya-style, adorned with gardens full of hanashobu. When you were younger and more naive, you daydreamed that your wedding ceremony would happen in such a place. The idea makes you feel silly now.

You now find the gargantuan display of wealth a bit repulsive, despite growing up here. 

The emerging summer heat makes the back of your knees feel sticky already. You had opted for a simple shirt dress, light and linen, and robin’s egg blue, thinking Satoru would like the color. 

God, this was stupid. He wouldn’t be paying attention to the color of your dress — he’d be much more concerned with what’s underneath. The thought makes your stomach flip, birds and wasps flurrying in your diaphragm. The kiss you’d shared hadn’t left your mind for days. You wonder if it was the same for him.

You're surprised that he's there to greet you himself. Otherwise, you would've let yourself in. He smiles at you, looking unfairly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s not wearing his sunglasses. 

“Look who decided to show up.”

You hum in greeting, brushing past him to move toward the stairs.

“Eager, are we?” he teases. “You didn’t even get me flowers.”

“You have a whole garden of them outside.”

“They’re much prettier when you arrange them, Twigs.” 

He cocks his head to the side, eyes lingering on an ikebana sitting on the foyer table. You had arranged it last week. You sigh, immediately regretting your decision until he pushes you lightly on the small of your back. His cologne is sharp under your nose. Has he always smelled this good? 

It didn’t occur to you that Satoru would ever wear cologne. He’d always smelled like plain soap, white musk. Boyish sweat after he’d play in the courtyard with you.

You follow him up the long staircase and into his bedroom. It’s plain as it always was — neutral colors and traditional paintings on the walls, courtesy of his mother. The only difference is that a king-sized bed replaces the tatami mat he’d preferred as a child.

You try not to look at him, instead, inspecting the bookshelves. You'd read half of his stack by the time you were twelve. Since then, it seemed that Satoru didn't continue an interest in reading the same way you had. 

There’s a small photo peeking out of a book — you recognize the top of your head. As you pull it out, you see the two of you grinning in front of a lake. You are eight years old, freshly toothless, and your pigtails are unruly.

“I miss your braids, you know,” Satoru murmurs. He laughs when you jump a bit at the realization of his presence. The coolness of his palm settles on the nape of your neck. You used to tease him about that — how he’d stalk the hallways like a cat and catch you off guard. You thought he’d ought to wear a bell. 

“You just liked tugging on them to piss me off.”

“You’re cute when you’re pissed off,” he shrugs. 

You wonder if he can hear the echoing brag of your heart. You can’t blame the heat for how you feel, with his house being the perfect temperature of all times. He’s so casual in his T-shirt compared to you. You’re briefly self-conscious about whether your dress is tacky or garish. Too feminine with its floral pattern. You hadn’t worn the thing in years.

As if he’s read your mind, he calls your name and tells you that he thinks you look pretty today. He beckons you into his lap again.

This time, you sit next to him, too anxious to touch yet. He smiles at you again, cat-like, but sweet. Not teasing in his usual manner. 

“You can kiss me, you know.”

“I— I know,” you frown. “I don’t need your permission.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Twigs?”

You close your eyes, pausing in front of his face as you notice his breathing get uneven. A subtle push forward makes you stop against a wall.

“You did not just use your Infinity—”

“Sorry,” Satoru laughs. “Still a little mad that you lied about your technique to me.”

You look at him with wide eyes, bottom lip trembling. Something between shame and self-effacement.

“I’m messing with you. Promise. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Despite that, there was never really any hiding from him. Even though you aren’t as close as you used to be, Satoru is somehow still intuitive to how you feel. It’s why he touches your jaw and curls a lock of your hair in between his fingers. He knows his gentle touch would make a shiver run down your spine.

He kisses you, finally. The way your mouth immediately parts to welcome him makes his stomach stir, a spark to ignite a fire. It’s curious and soft, and when he hears you mumble please when he pulls away, he succumbs completely. 

His hand settles on your waist, then your thigh. The crux behind your knee. He doesn’t want to move too quickly despite his desperate desire. Your sweet sounds are making him boil over. It’s all so delicate, hanging on by the thinnest thread, and he doesn’t want to scare you away like a timid animal.

You melt into him, grasping the front of his t-shirt with enough eagerness to surprise him. It occurred to you that you liked surprising him this way. You enjoyed getting him flustered. As you feel his warm palms smoothing the flesh of your thighs, the skirt of your dress is already bunched up.

The sound of him groaning in your mouth is addictive. Even more so when it’s your name between his lips.

“Satoru,” you whisper.

“Yes?”

“I–I want–”

Want you to eat me. Want to stay in your lap.

“Gone speechless already?” he teases, brushing your nose with his despite your glare. “You don’t have to be all shy with me.”

You’d imagined being in his lap like this before, warm and fervid. Dream-like. But it’s more real than anything else, especially when you can feel his hardness underneath you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” 

Satoru’s voice is strained, raspy. There’s an unsung hymn inside of you somewhere, some cruel and divine power deep within that wants to tear him apart. Hearing him like this makes your pulse quicken.

“I want to,” you whisper. His eyes widen, snowy lashes flickering in surprise as if he wasn’t the one to invite you over. As if he wasn’t the one who had beckoned you into his lap and kissed you first. He’d argue that you’d tempted him if he had the strength to tease you again.

You have the urge to hide inside of him, consume him. There’s a question in the flicker of your eyes when you touch his inner thigh. Your eyes are wide. 

Satoru makes a sharp inhale. He’s nervous – more nervous than he’s ever been in this kind of situation. It isn’t like he does this often despite his reputation. With you, it’s something entirely unprecedented. 

“Kiss me again,” he says. You do. For a bit, you let the feeling of him wash over you, and then you try something new. Your teeth are at his neck. The nip of your incisors against his throat makes him groan, the sound inciting something wild in you.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

You nod. 

He doesn’t undress you, not yet. He merely snakes an arm in between your thighs, gasping at the wetness that’s gathered at your core. Fuck.

“You can lean into me,” he rasps into your hair. “Make yourself feel good.”

You mewl – a helpless sound. A small rock of your hips grants you friction against his hand, but it’s not enough. 

“You’re teasing me,” you whine.

“But you like it, don’t you?” 

He smiles. Devilish again, like his usual self. He knows you’re a bit repressed, like him, but in a way that’s reserved. He wants to see you come undone, enjoys the begging tone of your moans too much.

Satoru skims his fingers along your thigh, wetting the skin with your slick. He pulls your underwear to the side to find your clit. The pressure of his fingers against it makes you shiver.

Your eyes close as you sigh. You can’t look at him – can’t remind yourself that he can see your face like this, falling apart in small breaths. The coil in your stomach aches.

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice is low, his breath tickling just beneath your ear. 

“Good,” you reply, breathless. “Feels really good.”

He wants to ask for permission, but he can’t help it. The sight of your mouth parting in pleasure is so much. He wants to see how your face contorts when he touches you in different places. You have always been his favorite toy, haven’t you?

Without warning, he pushes an index finger into you, stifling a groan at your reaction. 

“Want more? How do you like it?”

“I don’t– I don’t know?”

“You don’t touch yourself, Twigs?”

“Satoru, just– oh.”

You’re so wet around him. So tight. His cock throbs at the idea of being inside you. 

“Another one?”

“Mhm.”

“Open your eyes. Want you to look at me.”

Your lashes flutter as you gasp into his mouth. He looks at you intently, mesmerized. Your hips jerk, grinding into his lap when he uses his thumb to circle your clit again, this time in a steady rhythm with two fingers inside your cunt.

Satoru exhales into your mouth, his jaw slack and moaning softly as if he’s being stimulated as much as you are. In a way, he is, from the friction of you in his lap. He thinks he might just cum in his pants from watching you. He’s never been this pent-up before.

You finish with a quiet gasp, clutching Satoru’s shoulders as you bury your face into his neck. When you pull back, he’s wonderstruck, eager to kiss your cheeks and your jaw and the space above your collarbone. His fingers, still wet with your slick, enter his mouth. He curses softly. You flush at the sight of his lips all dewy with the taste of you.

“Can I take this off?” He pulls at the hem of your dress. The sound of his voice shakes you back to Earth.

You nod, helping him slip the fabric off of your body.

It’s almost as terrible as it is tantalizing to be so vulnerable in front of him. Bare enough for him to make his mark on you, claiming you forever. You suppose he had done that long ago without you realizing.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he coos. He soothes a palm over your waist.

“Naked, you mean?”

Satoru laughs. Eyes hazy, summer blue. “Yes. But you’ve always been beautiful.”

You want to retaliate with something, ease your nerves with a joke, but the tenderness of his voice renders you speechless.

“Your turn,” you breathe, tugging at his sleeve. 

When he rids himself of his shirt and sweatpants, you notice he’s as pale as moonlight. Smooth porcelain and filled-out muscle. Rigid. What happened to the lanky boy that used to pull on your braids?

“Got a staring problem?” he goads.

“Shut up.”

“Maybe if you lay back for me.”

You swallow. You listen to him. He looks at you, your hair fanning out on his pillow, your body bare and ripe for the taking. Satoru sits in front of you and coaxes your legs apart to kiss your knees, the back of your thighs. You mewl when he bites, nipping at you the same way you’d done to his neck.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty. Wanna eat you out.”

You have half a mind to say thank you, but the moment passes. You’re too fixated on the way his eyes trail down your body. How the brevity of his words makes you feel flayed alive. 

When he kisses you a little too close to your core, you whine in protest and pull at his hair in a fit. He looks up at you, feigning dejection.

“I’m sorry, baby. What is it that you want, hm?”

Baby. Baby.

“Come kiss me.”

And he does, but it’s more violent this time. He doesn’t hold back on showing you how much he wants you, how badly he’s obsessed with you after seeing you fall apart so sweetly for him. The supercut of it will reel in his head long after this. He’s sure of it.

Satoru laves his tongue over the places on your neck that he’s bitten, and descends to your chest until he hooks his teeth around your nipple. He groans at the sound of your moan. His hands are still roaming, palms gripping the taut flesh of your thighs as he grinds lightly into your body enough for you to feel his hardness. 

He wants to give you more, so he teases the swollen nub of your clit again with his fingertips and is delighted to feel that you’re even wetter than before – if that was even possible.

“Satoru!”

“Yes?”

Your breathing is so irregular that you can’t put your desire into words. Not without it tainting you with shame, at least. You plead with big eyes, but Satoru wants to tease you a little more. You wonder if it’s in his nature to be so cruel.

“Use your words, Twigs. What is it? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, kissing your temple. “You want a condom?”

You close your eyes, nodding, trying to savor the way he makes you feel and not the terrifying vulnerability that rots in the pit of your stomach. It’s all too much, much more than you had dreamt out, but you’re here now. You know there’s no going back. You know that when you open your eyes to see his soaking in so much light, looking at you with adoration, you wouldn’t want to go back anyway.

He’s quick to prod your entrance again. You nod slightly to permit him, clutching him like a lifeline. 

“Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses you hard, consuming you as a distraction as the head of him enters you little by little. You’re wet enough to not feel any resistance. When he’s pushed to the hilt of you, he moans against your mouth. He drinks up your exhale, trying not to consider it a painful one as he runs his fingers through your hair lovingly.

It’s a strange pain. Something of an ache in the core of you, twisting at your insides in a way that also feels like crushing ripe fruit. A delicate sensation as much as it is rough. Satoru is gentle in his movements, brushing your hair out of your face. He looks at you with utmost admiration. 

“Is that— is that good?” you whisper.

“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” he says. You feel the rumble of his laugh against your chest. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little. But it—it feels nice.”

He slides his cock back to thrust into you again, slowly. It’s almost languid, lazy the way he slips back into you like the two of you have just woken up from a dream. 

Satoru wants to be intentional with how he fucks you. Even within these past minutes, he’s convinced he’s gotten your reactions down to memory. He’ll be able to touch you in all the right ways the next time you fall into his bed. But if he’s intentional, if he fucks you the way he truly wants to, he’s worried it’ll be too much. Everything he feels for you is too much at the moment.

“Relax for me.” His voice is smooth as butter. Your reaction is a hot knife. You notice that for the first time in a long time, in front of you, his face is blushing pink. It makes your walls tighten around him.

He rolls his hips against yours. It’s ecstasy—the feeling of you encapsulating him in lust, in softness. The drawn-out whine that tumbles out of your mouth makes it all worthwhile as Satoru thrusts with the smallest bit of intention. Softly, lovingly. After a bit, his length begins to make you feel full without all the pain. Skin kissing skin. Insides fluttering.

You don’t notice the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The pain subsides, but the pleasure stokes the fire in your stomach until it devours you completely. 

He hitches your right leg higher, ankle past his shoulder. He feels so fucking reckless, but he’ll satiate you the way you deserve—sweet and painless and passionate. The way your bottom lip trembles is making it so fucking difficult for him to stay gentle, though.

He moans your name and it reminds you of yourself. Of your body, of inhabiting it and being consumed by your best friend who is not your best friend. And you love him, you realize, but it’s a worthless feat to think about it too much during your first time. You can at least play pretend while Satoru is inside of you, as he looks at you like he’s the one in love with you.

He bites at your neck as he ruts into you a little faster. He’s so deep that you think you might go brainless—dizzied with pleasure, overflowing with thrill.

“So fucking tight,” Satoru groans. He pushes up his body now, settles himself on his knees as he holds your thighs firmly. “Look at you. My pretty girl.”

“Satoru—” you whine, feeling too exposed, too bare with him hovering over you like this—“Oh, my god—”

You’re pushed over the edge when he thumbs at your clit again, your cunt tightening around him at the feeling. You look beautiful like this. Tears of an angel. It distracts him a bit, how pretty you look, until he realizes the power he holds over you. Knowing that he’s taking.

“Too rough, baby?” he coos, leaning over to kiss your cheeks, licking up your salty tears. 

“Don’t stop,” you gasp. “S’good. Feels good.”

He’s pushed against you again, head buried into your neck. He pulls at your hair gently, angling your face to look at him. Noses touching. Mouths sharing air.

“Gonna cum,” you whine into a kiss. He groans at your admission, pulling you taut against him as he adjusts you both to your sides. He lifts your leg over his, rolling his hips harder, and the angle makes you cry out.

He feels you shake. Earth-shattering, the feeling of you. Like you’re breaking the sky for him. It roots something deep inside him that wasn’t there before. Something blooming between violence and gauzy ecstasy. It knots his stomach until he breaks, too.

“Fuck,” he curses. His eyes are wide open, mooning at your face as you cum, and he can feel his release burying inside you to the hilt. 

Even after you’re both spent, he’s greedy, still hard inside of you as he continues. Lazy movements, half in tandem with your ragged breaths. He grins at you then, breathless at your blurry gaze. Kisses you sweetly like a shared promise.

The comfortable silence falls between you as you swap kisses. You hum against his lips, caressing his jaw. Your eyes blink at the sight of rain outside his bedroom window. A light drizzle despite the orange sunlight.

“Hm,” Satoru purrs. “We brought the rain.”

“What, with an orgasm?”

“I’m pretty sure you had more than one.”

“You’re so obnoxious,” you mutter. 

“And still inside you,” he grins. 

He pulls out when you make a grumbled sound, contrasting the melody of his laugh. He has half the mind to take a picture of you like this, sprawled in his bed like a painting. He’d keep the image of it in his wallet if he could. 

Instead, he goes to the bathroom to bring you a warm, wet rag and cleans you up. He’s able to catch his breath as he rubs his hands over your bare thighs. You’re changed, glowing, yet your face is so familiar. The same one he’s been fond of for years. The shift inside him aches.

Satoru isn’t sure what to do. Usually, he’s inebriated at this point, and the sex closes with a heavy, dreamless sleep after midnight. The sun shower outside has calmed down, barely there, and afternoon sunlight floods the room. He’s more awake than ever with your presence. He’s surprised you haven’t gotten up to get dressed or made some excuse about leaving. He realizes he doesn’t want you to.

It feels normal when he falls into bed with you after just touching your skin, slips into a sweet afternoon nap. Hours later, you make him dinner. He makes you cum again.

September, 2008

You don’t understand Satoru’s affinity for sugar. You would think he had an addictive personality the way he consumed sweets – you’re surprised he isn’t addicted to something worse, like cigarettes. 

Lately, he’s been complaining about craving something sweet before he fucks you. He licks his lips as you share the same mango-flavored popsicle in the courtyard of his estate. Juice dribbling down your chin. It doesn’t take him long to get you knee-deep in the grass. He teases you, tells you your pussy is sweeter. The sweetest.

Other times, you have quiet nights. He watches movies with you in your room and has sex with you before you sleep. Over a few months, Satoru gets accustomed to how you sound when he touches you until he knows you inside out. Expert in the map of your body. Of the pillow-soft places he can tease to make you cum hard.

But he doesn’t take you out after. Or before. It’s always a rendezvous, the rest of the world dead to the both of you as you consume each other. A paradise restricted to a bed. He gets you so dizzy that it doesn’t bother you. He kisses you sweetly on his way out to see his friends. He kisses you sweetly before he’s quick to slip out your door or send you out on his own.

It’s perfect for him. You’re perfect — you feel it. 

Satoru likes that you’re so pliable. He can say anything he wants to you and you’ll take it.  You’ll even moan for it.

Sometimes he can be mean, sometimes he has tears rolling down your face, but he always kisses them away. He likes that you let him cum in your mouth. 

He especially likes that you’re good company outside of the sex. You’re the only mind that gets him besides Suguru. It’s why he likes spending time with you when everyone else is busy. Even if he’s practicing his techniques and you’re splayed on the grass, reading a book. 

It’s what you’re doing now. He’s convinced you’re trying to tempt him today. At the moment you’re wearing the pleated skirt from your school uniform, despite it being summer break. The July heat made it unbearable to wear pants. It was laundry day, too, but Satoru insisted on having you come over.

“Come play with me, Twigs,” he calls after you. You look like a dream in your little tank and little skirt. Bare legs with imprints of grass patterns.

“I’m reading.”

“Just because you have a healing technique doesn’t mean that you can’t practice combat.”

“Shoko doesn’t,” you scoff.

“Shoko is going to cheat her way through med school. C’mere, I’m lonely,” Satoru whines. 

You’re not as good at fighting as you were when you were children, able to at least wrestle with Satoru and have equal footing. Even then, you didn’t have enough cursed energy to fight like a true sorcerer like Satoru. 

But you are getting the hang of it, bleeding cursed energy that flickered a gauzy aura around you. Satoru wonders if it’s just his six eyes that make you look so beautiful in front of him. So soft. 

He ends up pushing his weight on you by the end, anyway. He revels in the way you groan, annoyed at him for pinning you down. He knows what’s on your mind from the way you lift your hips for him almost involuntarily. It’s how he has you melt in his grasp, skirt hiked over your stomach as he bullies his cock into you. You’d been asking for it since you looked at him, your teasing eyes peeking from above your book.

He finishes on the small of your back like he always does. Licks over the hickey under your collarbone, too.

You ground him. At least as much as Suguru does, but differently. He’s clear-headed after he cums, laying with you skin to skin. It reminds him that he’s human rather than a god-like prodigy. He keeps you like a pet, never wanting to let you leave him, insisting on stroking through your hair like you’re a cat. 

“This has to be some form of kidnapping,” you mutter, one afternoon in his bed. He’d kept you for at least 36 hours, this time. You would never hear the end of it from your mother.

“I can always go to your house.”

“I wonder if this is codependent,” you say. You scrunch your nose as he nuzzles his to yours.

“Nah,” Satoru hums lazily. 

“You don’t think so, Satoru?”

“There’s a time limit for me to hang out with my best friend?”

His quip makes your heart pang. You ignore it. 

He’ll release you when he feels like it. He knows well enough that you’d rather stay in his bed all day, anyway. He’s too wrapped up in you to think about how it may be cruel.

You stay long enough that your staycation with Satoru bleeds into his usual weekend plans. This includes a movie night with Suguru, so you join.

Satoru picks something raunchy, of course. Something horrific and exploitative in a way that draws attention from its taboo. A cinematic car wreck that has your head spinning. 

He whispers in your ear, teasing you, calling you baby whenever Suguru goes to the bathroom. He has his hand on your thigh, fingertips under the blanket, and close enough to your core to make you dripping wet. 

And then, as the movie progresses, you tuck your body towards Suguru, who shares your distaste for such violence. Even if it’s fictional. As Satoru watches his worlds collide and sees the way Suguru’s fox eyes light up at your banter, something odd flickers inside him. 

When the new semester starts in the fall, he doesn’t look at you as he walks past you.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

For mermay: how about merman! Joseph where Y/N finds him on the beach at low tide and when he sees them he freaks out and tries to go NIGERUNDAYOOOO but he's on land and he's just flopping around 😂

Absolutely! That's hilarious, you didn't specify whether you wanted yandere or non-yandere, so I made it ambiguous. Enjoy my beautiful mermay enjoyer (you also can be handsome if you want cutie!)❤️

Beached

Joseph was often told that his attention seeking behavior would cause him trouble one day. His elders often scolded him for causing currents in the city, startling fish, and wandering too close to the surface. He'd always laugh at them and quip back something clever that made them angrier. Now he realized they might have been right.

It was a simple bet really; Cesear and he were swimming around causing mischief when the topic of the surface came up. "I bet they've got some pretty hot babes on the surface. Ones with two tails instead of one." Joseph sighed dreamily, causing Cesear to scoff. "The women of the land can't compete with the women of the sea." Typical Cesear, so close minded. A smirk appeared on Joseph's face as a "brilliant" idea came to mind. "Oh Cesear, I think that I can find someone more beautiful than all the merfolk in the sea just by the beach." Cesear's kelp green eyes narrowed. "Your next words are 'You bastardo Joseph, you've got yourself a deal!'" Cesear fell for Joseph's ploy. "You bastardo Joseph, you've got yourself a deal!" Joseph shit eating grin was met with shock and anger from the other merman. "You smug sea devil, get back here!" Joseph giggled to himself as he swam from his friend.

Things were going good for Joseph no merfolk noticed Joseph and Cesear sneak towards the surface. Cesear still kept his underwater, like the bloody coward he is. No matter all Joseph has got to do is scope out the land for some hot babes! Swimming closer and ducking his head underwater when he thought someone might be coming, he eagerly spied on the beach to find... NO ONE?! What gives? It was a beautiful morning, sun rising steadily into the sky water at low tide. Low tide... "OH NO!"

You had just woken up and stretched a bit, this was a great place to vacation during the summer. Beautiful town, friendly people, and the sea. White sand for miles around and clear blue ocean water. You love the Mediterranean! Donning a swim shirt and swim trunks and covering that with a light beach cover up, you slipped on your sandals. You rode your bike through the small town that was peacefully asleep, it was pretty early in the morning. Perfect time to have the beach all to yourself. You were ready for another day of tanning, relaxing, and summer fun. You hop off your bike and walk over to the beach humming a tune that was stuck in your head. (Fav song) gets better each time you hear it. Your peace was ruined by someone screaming, oh my god is that person okay? Running to the source of the noise you found a handsome man. He had a mop of wild brown hair and eyes the color of sea glass. He was tall, tan, and muscular and had no legs. Instead, there was a beautiful green fish tail. The man Stopped his loud yelling and violently slapping his tail to look at you. The merman precedes to flop even harder.

Joseph was stuck and while he was an intelligent bastard he also was a cocky one. He wasn't paying attention to the tides and now was flopping around like a fish out of water. Well, he was one but that was beside the point. "Cesear, move your big tail and help me!" The man was met with bubbles. Oh, so that's how that is, Cesear was laughing at his misfortunes. Fake friend! Joseph was too busy cursing the blond traitor that he didn't notice a pair of footsteps quickly approaching him. A light gasp caused his head to snap over to the creator of the noise. A person who was (short/medium/tall) and had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. They were wearing baggy cloth that hid their curves from his curious gaze. He found a two tail... a hot two tail! Crap a two tail! Joseph begins flopping harder than before he needed to get out of here. He heard the two tail speak in a language he could not understand as it franticly approached him. Hell no!

Wack! the powerful green tail smacked you straight in the gut, throwing you onto some sharp seashells thoroughly knocking the wind out of you. You were trying to help but this merman just gut punched you with his tail. He frantically made clicking and chattering noises to something in the water you could not see. Another merperson? That didn't matter right now, what did was getting the merman back into the ocean before other people came. The merman looked to be made of pure muscle so there was no picking him up and approaching him from behind would get you smacked again. Maybe you could get some water over to where you are. You crept around the merman and threw your hands up in a sign of nonaggression towards the frightened brunet. the ocean was further than you thought and you didn't have a bucket to pour water on him. Frustrated you sank your feet into the wet sand causing water to fill in the hole you made in the sand. Bingo!

Joseph was confused as to why the two tail was digging a hole at this time. Is that what two tails do when stressed? He'd have to ask Speedwagon but right now he continued to observe the two tail and keep them a tail length away. Continuing to watch he saw water slowly filling the hole they made as the dug up to where Joseph would be making some sloppy aqueduct. Who knew two tails could be smart? Joseph met the desperate (e/c) that held no malice towards him. He was good at reading people and knew the land dweller was no danger to him and was even trying to help. Joseph began slowly inching towards them and the small saltwater river they were making, their hands looked tired, but they didn't stop, even as sweat began to form on their brow. Joseph felt his heart began beating faster not out of fear but something else. They didn't have to help them and yet they were trying, more than some merfolk ever did for him.

You heard a squeak and a splash coming from behind you the merman enters the watery area you made for him and was pushing you with him towards the ocean. You both landed with a plop in the warm waters of the Mediterranean, salt stinging your eyes as you had not been prepared to go swimming right now. Surfacing you gasped for air as you searched for the merman, only to see the green merman circling you like a shark. Did you just put yourself in danger? Plop the merman's head surfaced from the water a cheeky grin on his face. Face only centimeters from your own, he looked like he was going to kiss you. You blushed as you found him handsome but wasn't expecting this, squeezing your eyes shut and turning you head away from him. Nothing. You opened your eyes to look at the merman who looked at you with lips puckered and squirted salt water into your face. Gross! The mermaid disappeared before you could even yell at him for not only scaring the crap out of you but getting salt water in your mouth. You couldn't help but laugh though as the merman was very playful and you didn't mind the water. That was until you saw your shoes floating away from you.

Joseph swam down to a smirking blond with a big goofy grin on his face. "Well Joseph, did you see a land babe?" Cesear mocked him but Joseph was in too good of a mood to pout. He was so close to you, he could have kissed you! However, kissing was sacred in mermaid culture only to be done with mates. He blushed at the thought of you being his mate. You could swim with him, he could introduce you to Cesear, and he could show you his home! His giddy thoughts were interrupted by the sour taste that came to his mouth when he thought of introducing you to Cesear or any other merfolk. He didn't want to do that, you were too precious for them. With that decided he planned hen he would meet his own little two leg again with Cesear chasing after him.

Sorry if it sucks, I kinda rushed towards the end because I didn't know if you wanted yandere or not, so this was more fluffy. Please feel free to request more this mermay.

[the5thnightjar]

Orange & Blue

kaiser x gn reader

small trabble WC: 315

AN: I tried to keep details about the reader vague (only the favorite color and season are mentioned a few times). It's my first time writing other than poems so feedback is greatly appreciated.

Summer was your favorite season, the orange in its air a color you loved.

It was an early-summer morning when you met him, when everything had felt warm and orange. On a park bench, with blue dyed hair tied into a half bun, cooling against the oranges of summer and your favorite shirt. Watching the sun climb out the horizon with small conversations, to seeing clouds start to swallow it while talking of bigger dreams to chase after the impossible, made blue a bit more interesting to you.

Blue was a pretty color, a color of shared interests and interesting differences, a color you'd occasionally admire from afar.

It had been a warm evening in late spring when you gave him a rose and asked him out. It was the rose you had prepared last evening, that dyed your kitchen counter and orange decor blue, the rose whose stem pricked you 6 times when plucking the thorns, the rose that contrasted so against your blood, you thought they belonged together.

A blue rose to a blue-eyed beauty, under the light blue sky, wearing a pretty blue dress you'd forgotten you had- blue was the color of hopes, of changes, of dreams to love the impossible.

It was night in the middle of winter, when you felt the sting of the bluish snow under the blue neon signs at the edge of the central market. That winter, you had seen how badly blue contrasted against against red of your blood, both on your skin. how ugly it looked near the orange of your favorite shirt. You had felt in your heart the sharpness and burn, of the pretty, ambitious, distant blue.

Blue was a color of the cold and of hurt, it was the color of the impossible too far for you to reach. Blue was a color he loved, a color that stung in his favorite season.

the spring is when kaiser's blue begins to overtake reader's orange. That, and the bruises and blood in winter is the toxicity that I believe is inalienable to kaiser's character due to his past.

the reason I chose summer and orange is to make it the opposite of kaiser's winter & blue. his fav season is mentioned in the egoist bible :)

[bokettochild]

Hello Apple! I’m working on a puzzle, how would the LU boys do w a puzzle? Would they actually do it or would they set it on fire (I’m looking at u Wild!😑😂)

Ooh! Puzzles!

I think at the very least, Legend is the sort of person who you hand a puzzle and he will be diligently working on it still six hours later (I'm thinking this is probably a 1,000+ piece one, my fav!). He's very happy, although his spine is decidedly not (lol). Puzzles are the most familiar thing this guy can be working on other than fighting, and are much more relaxing. Happy space for him, bunny enrichment. He starts puzzles by trying to work on the edges, but usually ends up getting sidetracked with recognizable items or pieces that clearly go together. Takes great delight in piecing together small chunks he's already completed into a bigger chunk, but he refuses to look at the box in order to do so (he likes the challenge of figuring it out himself). I think he's very careful when moving portions so they won't break too. Tends to hum or sing as he works, although it's sort of distorted by curling up like he does over the puzzle.

I feel like Warriors enjoys them too. Less so all by himself, but give him a puzzle buddy and he's happy to put together all the little pieces into something bigger. It's mentally stimulating while also not too strenuous. He's either humming or chatting the whole while, and he probably would love a long conversation with his puzzle partner while they're working. He's also the sort to start with the border, but he'd actually finish before going elsewhere. He sorts the pieces by similar color/texture as he goes, which definitely makes things easier for whomever he's working with, which is his intent. there's nothing more satisfying for him than being able to help his partner find the exact piece they need and than watching their face light up.

Four is the sort of person you would expect to enjoy puzzles, but in reality, it's a nightmare trying to work with four different voices wanting to do different things. Vio gets irritated sometimes with how long it takes and how many times he has to look for certain pieces. He'd rather be doing other stuff. Red doesn't particularly enjoy big puzzles, but he's also the sort to sort pieces for his brothers. He likes making piles of the pieces for Green and Blue and then just going off elsewhere. Blue actually really enjoys puzzles, because they small details and the satisfaction of seeing them come together make his perfectionist brain happy (he will lose his mind if there is a single piece missing at the end though). Green just likes them, more casually than anything. He'll do them with Blue, but not on his own.

Hyrule finds them sort of boring. He, like Green, will help for a short while, but he doesn't get the appeal of putting together small pieces of cardboard into a big picture. He's not even likely to do it as a bonding thing, and gets bored sort of quickly.

Wind enjoys puzzles in the short term. He'll work on smaller ones (500-) in spurts or pop in and out to help, but the bigger ones just make him want to give up after a while. it's not because he doesn't want to help, it's just he has too much energy and not enough of an attention span to sit still putting a puzzle together. He's happy to help on and off though if anyone else doing the puzzle will let him. Puts together the recognizable or large portions first, but spends a lot of time looking at the box to see where everything goes.

For Time, count him out. His patience cannot with these things. There's too many fiddly pieces and he's only got one eye to look at them all with. Like heck he's going to stare at them for hours on end just to make a picture!

Sky will help if he likes what the puzzle depicts, but he's more there for the company, and gets easily distracted. He's the one who ends up holding a puzzle piece for forever, just chatting with someone else until Legend realizes that he's got the very piece the vet has been searching for, and thus gets smacked for it. He does best with borders, since it's easier (sort of) to find the pieces and there's only so many ways that they can fit together. If he starts the puzzle with you though, he'll try and stick with you till the end, just because he hates leaving things unfinished, even if he really didn't help a lot.

Twilight has to be in the mood. He's not keen on them most of the time, but animal puzzles are a good distraction sometimes, and if he's doing it with kids then he is all over it. He likes helping others do it more than actually doing it himself, and he's definitely one of the ones who prefers smaller puzzles with only a few hundred pieces.

I think Wild is the sort that says he likes puzzles, but most of his puzzle doing time is spent staring at the pieces and trying not to pull his hair out while trying to find the right ones. He tries so hard to get the pieces to fit together, but his brain isn't wired for this sort of puzzle-solving. He likes the time spent with others, or says he does, but he really just drives the people around him crazy when he tries to help. Flora and Legend both have banned him from helping them with puzzles (Flora also greatly enjoys puzzles, her feet dance under the table when she works on them and she smiles a lot more while working on them).

[shhh-secret-time]

hiii! i rlly enjoy your writing and ur one of my fav sp writers so i was wondering if u could possibly write poly style (stan and kyle) fluff with a shy reader! tyyyy <333

Ohhhh ohhhh I'm so soft for this, I'm weak. I love fluff pieces so much and for some reason they're the hardest for me to write! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it! It's Mermaid flavored.

Warning: Strong Language, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, these boys being adorable dorks

Pairing: Stan x GN!Reader x Kyle

The feeling of the waves brushing against your ankles as they continue their dance with the moon is the only thing anchoring you to this moment. Wet sand beneath your feet seem to sink slightly, molding to show the world where you stood. Only for the ocean waves to take it away.

Each time you came out to this secluded little cove you would challenge yourself to find something new. Yesterday you found a little crab buried under the soft blanket of sand. Today it was a new rock sticking out of the water. Just on the outskirts of your vision, you had never seen it before. Your eyes take in the outline and the shadows it cast on the dark water. The only light from the large full moon behind it.

Night probably wasn't the best time to come to the water, much less alone, but you liked it that way. It was exhausting having to be around so many people all the time, most of the time you didn't even know what to say or talk about. It's not that you didn't want to contribute to conversations and be invited out to things with your friends, but it was hard. You needed moments like this.

Moments with the moon, the stars, and the ocean to keep you company. Some nights it felt like something straight out of a story book. Watching intently as the ocean beckons you to come closer, how She sings for you.

Her song is beautiful. A language you can't understand but a rhythm you can feel. So, you sing back to Her on nights like this. With the sky clear so the moon can hear your voice. You only hope the moon knows how beautiful She is.

So, you part your lips and suck in a cool breath. For a moment it catches in your throat, years of teaching yourself to keep your mouth shut takes over. But only for a moment. After a single heartbeat the lyrics pour from your mouth, a second breath and you're sharing a tune with the ocean.

Sometimes while you'd sink things would brush against your legs. Shells and seaweed cling to your skin, and sometimes you like to pretend they were gifts from the ocean.

But they weren't. At least not from the ocean Herself.

They were gifts from your two admirers. The night sky and the large body of water were not the only thing you had sung for.

Two men swam in the water, circling each other in a gentle tempo. Hips swaying gently with one another. Scaled tails twined together so gently like silk across skin.

One colored with dark orange and white scales, with vibrant finned out reds. A deep red that matches the curls in his hair and the small blush on his face as his partner leads him in the dance.

His partner with eyes like the waters they tread. His tail is the same deep blue color with a thin line of silver going down it. Sharper fins compared to the red heads veiled ones. His black hair pushes and pulls against the tide.

The tide that carries your voice and tells a story they can't quite understand. Both men feel it in their chest, the urge to understand. And that urge only gets stronger every time you come out to sing.

At first it was just an accident, they swam too far out. There they saw you sitting on a board staring out towards the ocean. Your legs on either side of the brightly colored plank, swinging them back and forth. You opened your mouth and for the first time they heard you sing.

That strange language, the way it rolled off your tongue had them both in some kind of trance. Deep in their hearts they knew coming back was too great of a risk, land walkers weren't supposed to know about their kind. But the way you sang so gently, so earnestly, it was hard to picture you as any kind of threat. So, like storm chasers they returned. Every night the lovers would come back to the cove that was too far from their homes.

Now here they were dancing under the moon, just like every other night. Tonight, was no different, except of course the thoughts bouncing around in raven haired man's mind. He stops only after you pause your song, looking over at the other.

"We should get closer tonight. I don't think the shells are enough of a gift. The land walker isn't picking them up!" His voice drops to a low murmur as he swims closer to the surface.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Stan! What if they freak out?" Stern emerald eyes follow him, watching as Stan's fingers glide across the surface, not quite breaking the tension.

"What if they don't?" Stan asks, "Come on, we'll never know if we don't try Kyle."

"But we can't even communicate with them!" Despite his protests, Kyle swims up next to Stan.

The man always did have a way to pull Kyle into things he wouldn't normally do. But for Stan, he'd follow him to the deepest of trenches. And apparent by the way Stan takes his hand, he knows he would too.

"True, buuuut when was the last time we did something this exciting. I don't think the land walkers are as bad as your mom says they are." Stan wraps his arm around him and pulls him up closer towards his chest.

"Oh stop, you know she just says things like that to keep us safe. I never bought into those scare tactics."

"Uh-huh, that's why your fins are all fanned out." Stan says smirking down at him.

"N-no!" A nervous stutter and Kyle's fins fold back down against his tail. "Let's just do this before I change my mind!" He breaks from Stan's hold with a groan.

You've stopped your song for the night, content in just getting the emotions out. Normally around this time you'd step away from the caress of the water and make your walk back home. But when you caught movement from the corner of your eye, your body froze. The reality of being out in a cove so far away from town with no one knowing your location sits in your stomach like a brick.

"U...um hello?" You call out to the dark, maybe not the smartest idea but your mouth moves before you have time to think about it.

Your blood ran cold when you got no response, watching as the shadowy figure only got closer. Now that it was coming into the moonlight you could make out small shapes. Humanoid figures, two of them, a bit larger than you.

Somewhere along the way your brain finally made the connection that it should be telling your legs to move. Your legs felt like weights were strapped to them with each step you took back.

Just when you think the two figures will give chase, they stop. Curiosity seemed to be winning the little internal battle as you turned back and watch them. Squinting your eyes to get a closer look at what emerged from the water.

Two men, the water covering their lower waists. Little water droplets trail down their exposed chest, tracing every curve as it does. A breath ticks by, then a heartbeat, before the raven-haired man begins to move again. Out of instinct you look away and squeeze your eyes shut.

Silence washes over everything, even the oceans tides have stopped making noise. Until you hear what sounds like someone slapping the water.

Your eyes flicker over before you have time to stop yourself. You have to do a double take when you see how the man's perched up against the sands. Where legs should be is a tail, much longer than your legs. Blue orbs meet yours and for a moment there's a look of excitement when they meet. The depth of his blues is almost deep enough to make you forget about the fact that he's not entirely human. But when his tail slaps the water again, it reminds you of just that.

The red head circles around in the water a few times. His curly hair clings to the front of his face obscuring most of his features. Between the two of them he looks much shyer and more reserved, like he's waiting for you to make a move. Slowly inching closer to the other, he wades in the water with fins flared out.

They're both beautiful. Unlike anything you've ever seen, myths that have swam right out of a story book. Your stomach starts to do flips and your head begins to spin. It's all too much. It has to be a dream. The one with ocean-colored eyes goes to say something. He opens his mouth, but all that comes are sounds and syllables you'd never be able to make if you tried. When you tilt your head in confusion he stops and looks back at the other. The look on his face is clear, you don't need to speak their language to know the look of, "I told you so."

Their eyes fall back on you watching every little movement. The way your breathing slows. You should just grab your shoes and run back home, pretend you never saw this and go on with your life.

But it's hard when you watch the red head grab a shell and dig it into the sand. When he's finished, he looks up at you and gestures for you to look.

From the way the black haired one's face lit up and tail picked up speed you could only assume he was excited. He wraps his arms around the red head and shakes him back and forth, which only earns him a few grunts and a nudge.

Slowly you make your way over to the men. Just close enough to see what they were gesturing down towards. The fear of being dragged down to the depth by these two was still there, but the other part of you still thought this was a weird dream.

For a shell picked up on the beach, the drawing wasn't bad. It looked like a shaky attempt at a human with their mouth open. If you squint and tilt your head just right it looked like you.

When you look down at him, he grins and goes to draw in the sand again. Lines being dug quickly and traced over and over until they stick. When he's finished, he looks up at you again.

This time it looks like two fish swimming around. Chasing one another in some strange trance. The little spots and stripes across their tails made you realize they were supposed to be the two men in front of you.

The smile that spreads across your face makes their hearts leap. You gestured for the shell, a small giggle escaping your lips when the red head did a double take. The first contact with something so bizarre. Your fingertips brush against his skin as you take the shell and he's sure this is what lightning feels like. A jolt of something he feels every time Stan touches him.

You bend down and begin tracing a pattern in the sand next to his drawing. They slowly move up next to you, watching intently at your work. When you’re finished, they tilt their head and grin, turning to one another and speaking in that language that sounds like rain beating against a car window.

This went on all night, trying to figure out a way to communicate that didn't involve speech. While it was annoying at times, having to play a game of charades with creatures from a storybook. But at the same time there was something so freeing about not having to worry about saying the wrong thing. They seemed to be happy with every little thing you did, every little drawing you made in the sand, and every bit of laughter that came from your mouth.

Stan decided that was his favorite sound. The way your eyes lit up and the way your lips curled to that soft smile.

And there you stayed until the sun crept up, peeking over where He and the ocean meet. The radiance and warmth touched your skin reminding you of the passage of time. Something that seemed to slip by so quickly. It wasn't the first time you were disappointed to leave your little spot, but it was the first time you were disappointed to say goodbye.

The two men watched as you picked your shoes up and gave them a gentle little wave. They left you with one last bit of laughter as they waved with their hands and their tails. Before you could turn away, they flung themselves back into the water. Bodies twist and turn in the water as they come in contact with the cool waves.

The walk home felt heavy, but not in a way that was uncomfortable. The weight of something new, whatever it was, felt good.

Since that night your little secluded space has been accompanied by your two friends. Tracing memories into the sand, learning about one another the best you could.

There was only so much one could learn from pictures. That didn't stop you from trying, however. Over time you learned the two men were partners in all ways. Their love for each other ran deep, apparent in the way they smiled at each other. You didn't need a common tongue to see the love there. How beautiful.

You learned that they only come to see you at night. It took a while to piece it together, but eventually it clicked. Even though they were quick to trust you, didn't mean they were quick to come out in broad daylight. It was just safer this way and to be honest, you didn't mind.

Most nights were spent with you singing to your heart’s content. Watching in amazement as they graced your song with their dance. Sharing things from your different lives. They showed you fish that you've never seen before, rocks and plants. Things found only in the deepest parts of the ocean. And in return you showed them fruits and vegetables, foods they wouldn't normally be able to taste without it getting soggy. It was fascinating watching them react in different ways to the taste of things. The raven haired one seemed to like most of the things you brought, there were a few things he preferred over the other.

But the red head seemed to be a bit pickier about what he liked and didn't. Everything you brought was fine until the day you brought them bananas. Showing them how to peel it and eat the inside, not the outside, was the easy part. The hard part was not laughing when the red head immediately spit it out and tossed it so far into the ocean, that it disappeared in the dark. Even harder so when his partner laughed at him, sounding like waves crashing into a ship.

After you finished the small picnic that you packed, you stood up and began your song. Something you were working on in between nights that you couldn't come see the pair. Nights where it stormed or if the weather was too bad.

And like clockwork the two began their dance. It was hard to see in the depths of the ocean, the dark blues masquerading in their movements. But that was never the reason you sang in the first place; it was just a bonus to have an audience.

Your song is cut midway when the red head swam up to you, leaving his partner with the upper half of his head sticking out. You watch as he twists his body and tail, circling you like he's beckoning you to come into the water. Drawing in a breath, his movements feel hypnotic. In a way that doesn't take away your agency, almost comforting.

Each step deeper feels less like treading water and more like walking on air. The water rises to your waist, then to your stomach, then your neck and soon you're no longer walking but floating. Clothes cling to you like second skin, but the consequences be damned now. You damned them long ago when you chose to stay on the beach that night.

Inhaling as deeply as you can, precious oxygen fills your lungs. You dip your head into the cool water and immediately your hair begins to flow around you. The men stare in amazement, quickly circling you. As one circles your back, fingers brushing through your hair. The other is already in front of you staring into your eyes.

It's like seeing you in a new light for them. Their fingers brush over every part of exposed skin. Watching as you kick your legs to tread the waves.

"It must be hard to move without fins. Looks exhausting." The red head speaks making your eyes go wide.

You can understand him.

"I dunno, kinda looks like they're using their hips! I told you they wouldn't hate coming in the water!" His partner responds with a smug smile.

You can understand him!

"Hmm!" Before you could stop yourself, you open your mouth is shock, bubbles of air floating to the top.

"Is the land walker trying to breath in the water, Stan?"

"I don't know? I thought they couldn't do that."

Stan. The black haired one's name is Stan. You could understand them and had no way of communicating. This is what it must feel to be a fish trapped behind glass. The irony is almost funny.

What isn't is the way your lungs begin to burn. It feels like you just stepped into their world and now you have to step away from it. With a quick kick of your legs, you push yourself back up to the surface, taking deep breaths once you break. The men follow you still circling around you, if you didn't know any better think, they were hungry sharks looking for their next meal.

Their eyes train on you. Watching every little movement just like that night. Past the rocking waves you can almost make out their lips moving. Talking to one another and conversing.

Just as you contemplate going back down, you feel a hand on your ankle. Stan looks up towards you and his eyes light up. Either the lack of air or too much salt water is making you go crazy, it almost looks as if he's asking to pull you back down. It makes your heart flutter to know that you're able to understand them even though you've only known them a short time.

You take another breath and nod at him. He wastes no time pulling you back down towards him. His partner’s hands come down to your waste, acting as an anchor. Their bodies pressed against yours in such a way that reminds you that they're still shirtless. You only hope they can't see the blush on your face.

"So, you're sure this will work Kyle?" Stan asks, his eyes flickering from you to the red head behind him.

"Only one way to find out, go ahead. If it does, we can explain ourselves." Kyle speaks so softly, almost as softly as his hands on your hips squeeze.

You want to say something, ask them what they mean. The little muffled noises you make are enough to catch their attention again. Stan takes a deep breath and looks down at you. But his eyes don't land on yours, they travel down to your lips.

His head dips down slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. He understands the move he makes is bold. But when you don't pull your head back, when you don't struggle against their hold, he places his lips onto yours. They're soft. Gentle. Almost perfect. They feel like the rocking of waves, lulling you into feeling of mental repose.

It isn't until he pulls away that you realize you're not holding your breath. You haven't for a while. The loss of his kiss makes your eyes flutter open slowly. He states down at you and cocks his head to the side.

"I think it worked? They're not freaking out." Stan breaks the silence with a murmur.

Kyle's hands move off your hips just as Stan pulls away from you. They move around you again watching as you float there.

You open your mouth and feel strange, like your tongue doesn't quite fit in your mouth. But it does, the taste of the saltwater brushing against it reminds you that it's there. A few bubbles escape your mouth but nothing like before. You hesitate for a moment before drawing in.

When your lungs don't burn like you expect them to, you do it again. Breathing out and then back in. Each time is different until it feels like breathing. You look down at your hands and then back at the men who are grinning from ear to ear.

"It worked! Oh shit!"

And you laugh. You laugh at the comment. At the situation. At the jubilation in your heart. You're under the water breathing as they would. Each time you breath in so do they. It makes you wonder if their hearts are beating with yours.

"I can't believe this." Your voice is so small, it's hard to make it any louder.

"I can't either." Kyle responds to you with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. "It was my idea and Stan gets to kiss you first."

He responds to you. Talking to you like it's something he's done every day this week. Between the three of you Kyle looks like he's the only one not freaking out, because as you look at Stan, he has the same dorky grin that you're sure is on your face.

"Wait, but how am I able to do this?! Why can I understand you guys?! How did you know to do this?!" The questions spill from your lips faster than either men have time to answer.

"Kyle read it in some book! Apparently, we used to interact with you land walkers a lot in the past." Stan says circling around you again.

"It wasn't some book dude; it was a journal left behind by someone who fell in love with a land walker. They figured out our kisses grant them the ability to breath under water for a short time." Kyle follows Stan in the circle almost like he's compelled to do it.

"But why?"

"Dunno, I didn't really read the rest of it. I was just excited that we could bring you down here with us."

"Should have seen the way he swam into my room~! It was cute!"

"Shut up!"

"No way dude, you're cute. You just have to accept it! The sooner you do the easier it'll be for all of us!"

You smile at their bickering even though you could understand them, it didn't feel different than when you couldn't. Trying your best to keep up with their circling, your body twists, and spins around with them. Their tails get closer to you with each spin, veil like fins brush against your legs. Closer and closer until their hands are back on your body again. Each time you began to float back to the top, their hands would pull you back down. And each time, their touch lingered a little longer.

"But now you're down here with us. We can talk to you and hear you finally!" Kyle smiles down at you, "Just be sure to let us know if you start to struggle to breathe. It'll be my pleasure to give you more time."

The little hum behind his voice makes your face burn, the flirty tone isn't hard to pick up. It made you wonder if the kiss was just an excuse to keep you down here, if they knew that it was making your heart pound against your chest. Did they put their hands on your hips and arms just to keep you from floating away or was there more to the touches? Was this okay to feel this way?

"O-oh um...thank you Kyle and thank you Stan. For um...all of this. This is amazing, I would have never been able to dream of something so beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice again, so wrapped up in your own head.

"You don't need to thank us for doing something we wanted to do in the first place. We wanted you down here." Stan's mind almost goes blank when he hears your name fall from your lips.

"I-I just feel like it's something to be thankful for. You trust me this much."

"Trust?" Kyle tilts his head and chuckles. "I guess you could see it that way, but honestly it's just selfishness on our part."

Oh, the leap in his chest when you tilt your head at him, that adorable look of curiosity in your eyes. The water makes them sparkle in ways that gems could never. Stan circles behind him and lays his chin on his partner’s shoulder just as he reaches up and brushes some of the stands of hair out of your face.

"As fun as our little games on the sand were, it was frustrating being so close to you and not being able to tell you how we feel."

Stan picks up where Kyle leaves off, "How happy you made us every time you came out to sing. We had no idea what you were saying, it just sounded like humming and chanting! Now we can!"

"My singing means that much to you?"

"Well...yeah. It brought us together, didn't it?" Stan blinks at you

How could he say something so sweet so bluntly. If they continued this little team attack on your heart it was going to make the water around your face boil. Out of habit you go to move your hands to your face to cover them. But it's like they had a read on your movements and their hands come up to take your wrists.

Kyle takes over and pulls you to his body, his arm moves around your waist. You can feel the laughter rumble up through his chest from how close he's holding you. "Before Stan got the idea to come up to the shores, we used to dance by the rocks for hours. Something about the way you sing, it's irresistible."

"At first it was just supposed to be a one-time thing, but then we came back and there you were." As Stan speaks Kyle twirls you around.

Letting his hold on you go, the momentum spins you towards Stan whose hands find your hips. He lifts you up in the water, twisting his body around in a gentle waltz. When you gasp, he only laughs and lets you go just as your body flips back. Arching your spine, you follow the movement into a full flip where your hands find his.

"Singing again. Pulling us into a trance again, and again, and again." Every whisper of the word 'again' and he gets closer to your face.

Your eyes flutter shut getting ready for another kiss from the man in your arms. It never comes, but the feeling of being pulled away makes you open your eyes again. Kyle's arms, the paler skin, finds purchase on your waist and pulls you down out of Stan's hold. You get a quick glimpse of his pout before he goes to circle the both of you.

"I don't know if love at first sight is the right way to describe it, but you made Stan and I feel something we only felt with each other. So, we had to get you down here. Needed to know everything about you, had to hear your voice and tell you how we felt." Kyle confesses as he lets you go and follows his lover in the circular motion.

You're in the middle of their dance now, yet you feel a part of it. You feel a part of them and everything they felt. Kyle was right, maybe love was too strong of a word but there was something akin to it. Something like you felt for the moon when you sang to Her or the ocean, yet this felt grounded. Heavy like how you felt that night you walked home the first time.

The feeling was overwhelming you, starting to boil over that you were sure that tears were spilling from your eyes. You've never cried from happiness like this before, much less cried under water. What could you say to that? Thank them again? You'd be here all night thanking them until you needed air again.

So instead, you opened your mouth and began to sing. Your voice echoes through the deep, letting the undertow take your song to places you know you'll never see. Even now it's impossible to think about just all the places your voice will carry you, but it doesn't matter. Now when it's lead you here. In this beautiful moment surrounded by admiration and a heart’s desire.

Just as the waves push forward, Kyle rides the momentum towards you. Pressing a kiss into your lips. He silences your song for just a moment before continuing his ride.

Just as the waves pull back, Stan lets it carry him towards you. His lips replacing his partners on yours. The song resumes when he's pulled away.

Push and pull. Song and dance. How poetic that you would fall in love with the moon and ocean.

[julia-lestrade]

A Day of rest

Pairing : reader and Chris kratt

Tw: cute romance 🥰

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It was a rare quiet day in the Tortuga, the mobile headquarters of the Wild Kratts team. The usual buzz of creature power suits and animal rescues had been replaced by a gentle hum of the ship’s systems and the soft rustling of leaves outside. Today was a day of rest, a day to recharge before their next adventure.

Chris Kratt sat at the edge of the Tortuga’s platform, legs dangling over the side as he gazed out at the lush forest that surrounded them. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over everything. He turned his head slightly as he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind.

“Hey, there you are,” you said with a smile, joining him at the edge. “I was wondering where you disappeared to.”

Chris returned your smile, his eyes twinkling in the fading light. “Just taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of this place. Sometimes we get so caught up in the action that we forget to just… be.”

You nodded in agreement, sitting down beside him. “It’s nice to have a break every once in a while. To just relax and enjoy the moment.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sky change colors as the sun dipped lower. Chris reached over and gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

“Thanks for being here,” he said softly. “These moments wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you squeezed his hand gently. “I feel the same way, Chris. I’m glad we get to share this together.”

As the stars began to twinkle in the sky, Chris stood up, still holding your hand. “Come on, I have something to show you.”

Curious, you followed him as he led you back into the Tortuga and down to the main living area. There, set up on a small table, was a picnic spread with all your favorite foods. Candles flickered softly, casting a romantic glow over the scene.

“Chris, this is amazing,” you said, feeling a rush of affection for the thoughtful man standing beside you.

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “I thought we could have a special dinner together. Just the two of us.”

You sat down at the table, and Chris joined you, pouring each of you a glass of sparkling juice. The conversation flowed easily as you enjoyed the meal, laughter and stories filling the room.

After dinner, you both moved to the couch, snuggling close under a cozy blanket. Chris wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Today has been perfect,” you murmured, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.

Chris pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It has. And I’m glad we got to spend it together.”

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this day of rest in the Tortuga, and for the special bond you shared with Chris. No matter what adventures lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could face anything.

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I hope you all enjoyed this short fanfiction with my fav boy Chris! 🥰 have a nice day y’all!

[ikkyfics]

What's your fav colour? :3

Ohh, thanks for the ask! I'm terribly indecisive and my favorite color depends on the moment. But in general, I definitely like blue, the same blue as a cloudless day. If my damn astigmatism didn't stop me from looking at the light, I would spend hours looking at the sky. Although I don't like blue food (sorry, Percy) What's the complete opposite with red. Any red food becomes even tastier. Watermelon juice, sauce with lots of tomatoes… I love it And white, I love wearing white clothes. But not that snow white, but a pearly white Although I love forest green, when I'm traveling, I'm enchanted by the green of the trees that line the road. It's so absurdly beautiful And I couldn't stand being without my pink highlighter for notes, it's a basic survival item and my God, that should have been a direct answer and I ended up writing a lot, so sorry

[siren-serenity]

🧡 summer 🧡

summary: summer reminds jamil viper of many things - it's overbearing heat, it's bright afternoon glow, but most importantly: you word count: 1.3k words author's note: here is my entry for @merotwst's competition! thank you for hosting it darlin'! and to my other fav judge: @cvlutos, hope both of you love judging mine! i really went all poetry-like during the "ahem" kiss scene ;) and happy birthday to you, mero! you're so unbelievably talented in both art and writing, you're so cute with your love for jamil, i can't wait to get to know you better! <3

For Jamil Viper, summer reminds him of endless things. It’s a force of nature to not be reckoned with, a force of nature that has no limits nor rules to its behavior. It storms through kingdoms without a pause and unflairs its fiery aura like a heavenly phoenix. Summer is the brightest shade of gold that blinds the eye and causing the indigo-blue dots to cloud one’s vision. It’s rays of light are harsh yet delicate, scorching yet soft - it’s a dance between the blurry lines. Summer rays can be simple dapples in the daylight but it could also be proud, carvers of light between the valleys between cracks in stones. Yet, summer is also the blissful warmth that Jamil’s oh-so-used to, enveloping him in a warm hug. It’s the feeling of blissful familiarity whenever he is home, back in the Scalding Sands, welcoming him like a loving mother would to a treasured child. Summer is the unique smell of spices and dusty sands, infamously found in every nook and corner. 

Yet, summer reminds him of you too. Your emotions are unpredictable just like the summer’s heat - Jamil Viper can never read you as well as he could do to others. Nor could he fool you just the same. You never fail to read those hidden messages and his implicit emotions, providing him with a safe haven that he just wants to treasure forever. The blissful feelings of summer is even comparable to the blissful feelings that arise within Jamil whenever he dives into your arms after a tiring training with Ace and Floyd; the warmth that your arms give to his tired soul never fails to rest his fatigued, weary soul. He finds the happiness summer gives to people in the way you smile; he could never get tired of the way your smile could give him an instant boost to his mood nor could he ever get tired the way your smile could fill him with enough joy to match Kalim’s cheery personality. By the time he goes back to whatever he is doing, his cheeks ache with how long he’s been smiling and it makes him wonder - since when has he ever smiled as much as he does whenever he is with you?

Even now, Jamil Viper finds summer in your embrace. The sun sets in the pocket dimension that Scarabia could be found in, casting the sky in streaks of coral orange, pastel pink, and faint sparkles of violet. It creates a myriad of colors, painting the sky as vivid as your personality that Jamil finds solace in.

He doesn’t just lay on you, showing you just his exhausted body, but he also hugs you tight, showing a vulnerable side that he only ever shows you. His arms wrap around yours, pressing you tight against his chest. You fit him like a perfect puzzle piece; it was like every curve, every inch of your body was made to be with his. He feels a warmth in his heart, akin to a gentle summer’s light, whenever he feels your body pressed into his, your breathes tickling and raising the little hairs on his arms, and your form curled into his like a kittens’. Sometimes, he can feel your fingers tucking his rebellious baby hairs back into their righteous, neat ways but from the way you repeat the action, you must find it as therapeutic as he does. Jamil absent-mindedly plays with your fingers, tracing all the calleuses that you call “ugly” before pressing them to his lips. He kisses each finger, watching with a satisfied shimmer in his eyes as you let out squeaks of surprise and giggles from the ticklish feeling. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs while you retort with the opposite. He frowns, eyebrows furrowing together and wrinkles adorning his forehead at his actions, before doing so again, firmly pressing his lips to the pads of your fingers. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, yes you are,” Jamil firmly states. Although his tone was firm and steady, it was nothing like the way his hands gently guided your own to be placed above his chest, where his heart beats steadily like a pulsing drum. He meets your enchanting eyes and could feel the way his heart stuttered, the butterflies in his stomach erupting as always whenever he locks eyes with you. So an intimate moment, Jamil thinks. Even though it is just the seconds of eyes meeting, Jamil can feel your soul and his intertwining together. The quote “the eyes are the windows to the soul” have never rang truer in Jamil’s mind. “For as long as my heart beats, I will say you are perfect.Gorgeous. Beauty in the mortal form. ”

You are silent before murmuring: “How could you say that? Even when I’m grey and old?”

You breathe slowly and Jamil can hear shakiness in your words. Internally, he frowns at the implication - have you never been complimented? Have you never received such kind words? Impossible, how did the people of your old world think? Upon looking at you for the first time, Jamil Viper has already fallen for you, heart and soul willingly yours.

“Especially, if your grey and old,” Jamil hums, before cradling your chin. A lithe finger strokes your cheeks, tracing each and every inch before his fingers lead him to your eyes. Stunningly beautiful eyes that can make him willingly kneel with a single glance. Stunningly beautiful eyes that Jamil never wants to see wet with unshed tears. “Even then, I will always think of you as the loviest, the fairest, the most beautiful of them all, even surpassing the Fairest Queen.”

“Vil will have a stroke if you say that,” You joked and Jamil rolled his grey eyes fondly at the mention of the third-year senior. 

“He can fight me for all that matters, I will return the favor.”

He traces the lines around your eyes before leading them down so he could place your face in the palm of his hands. “May I kiss you?”

It was like a subconscious power was drawing him in; a hazy layer over his logical brain that beckons him to do what he most desires. Jamil was only inches away from pressing his lips against yours; the same magnetic feeling ushering him closer and closer until-

“You may.”

Jamil tilted his head so he could capture your lips in his. Yes, your lips reminded him of summer’s warmth. His tongue darted out, tasting your lips; they tasted of the spices that remind him of the busy markets in the Scalding Sands, but he tastes the delectable taste that is so unique to you. It’s addicting, like summer’s warmth, to keep kissing you until the sun rises for the next day and the horizon breaks for dawn to arrive. He could feel your hands tangling in his, faintly registering the delicate jingles as his golden ornaments are being removed and his chocolate locks tumble forth. He feels your arms treading through his hair as he continues to kiss you, only pausing to take in the needed oxygen; if he didn’t need to do so, Jamil would have continued kissing you until the night fades into day, until the morning sun basks both of you in a warm angelic halo. Truly, it would have been a sight to behold. 

A string of saliva connects his redden lips and yours, glimmering under the warm glow of Scarabia’s lounge lights before Jamil tilts you by the chin and pressing his lips against yours once more. 

To Jamil Viper, summer reminds him most of you. The power of summer’s blinding heat is nothing compared to the love he feels for you.

[azucar-skull]

"You were right, Sensei. The stars are beautiful."

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @nights-flying-fox)

Fandom: Rise of the TMNT (Bad future/post movie)

Prompt: Anything based on stars or galaxy!!! With (rottmnt) Leo or disaster twins (or everyone) on focus!!! Can be future leo or past leo too i just love seeing my fav character with my fav theme

Word Count: 924

Posted on AO3 too!

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The 6 year old Casey woke up with a scream. He just had a horrible nightmare about the day his mom had to leave to go fight a battle and never returned. It scared him to his core. The child sat up, profusely wiping his tears as footsteps boomed closer and closer and—

BAM!

“Casey! Are you alright?!”, Master Leonardo bursted into the room with haste. Casey yelped at the loud noise, trembling even more as tears flowed. Once the turtle took notice there was no threat, he wasted no time rushing over to the bed and scooping the child up in his arms, shushing gently. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, kiddo. I got you. Leo’s got you.”

Casey curled into his uncle’s arms, sobbing aloud into his scarf. Leo just gently rocked both of them back and forth, a calming shushing passing through his teeth. He felt safe there, in that moment, wrapped in his uncle’s embrace as if nothing else mattered. The slider shifted and there was a click. Casey could sense the soft blue light emitting from behind him. He turned around and spotted the little night light that Uncle Tello had made for him. The light spouted upwards, projecting tiny little blue stars on the ceiling. Casey looked up at the calming lights as he held his uncle close.

“Bad dream?”, Uncle Leo asked.

“Mhm.”, Casey sniffled.

“What was it about?”

“...mommy…”

“Oh…”, Leo stilled the rocking and clicked his tongue. “I’m sorry, kid.”

Casey didn’t even mind the nightmare anymore. He was only 3 when it all happened, everything was a blur. He was more focused on Leo in the room. And the stars.

“Are real stars blue too?”

His uncle glanced up at the ceiling as well. “...Eh, some of them are actually. But through our eyes, we can only see white.”

“White stars?”

“Yeah, and they’re super tiny too. Like little specks. But Donnie said that they’re actually huge. Bigger than our sun. Can you believe that?”

…No. Casey couldn’t. He was born into the apocalyptic world where the sky was constantly covered in dusty red clouds. He had never seen the stars or the sun. He had no idea how big the sun even was.

“Is it pretty?”, Casey asked. “Like the adults say?”

“What, the sun?”, Leo asked and when Casey nodded, he continued. “I mean…you can’t really stare at it. It’s so bright that it’ll blind you. But…yeah, I guess the sun is very pretty.

“You should’ve seen it, Case.”, the slider continued, a smile etching the corners of his mouth. “As the sun rises, the sky changes color. From red, orange, purple, and blue. Sometimes green and yellow. When it’s cloudy, the sunrise turns pink. And the colors get brighter and brighter as the sun reaches higher until everything is coated in a bright blue. And then the sun sets, and the colors come back. Getting darker and darker until the sky is pitch black. Then you see the stars, white little specks.

“Sometimes you mistake a plane for one. Sometimes, in the right areas, the sky lights up green in waving streaks of the aurora borealis. And every now and again, the moon and the sun cross paths, and that’s what makes a solar eclipse. And just…

“Everything about space is beautiful. It was all so…beautiful. I…I miss it so much.”

Casey caught…none of that. He had no idea what his uncle was talking about but the way his face lit up with such calming bliss, it made Casey believe anything. To think that something that beautiful was in the sky, and that it brought such joy to the slider even in a time of war and death. Casey just had to believe that beauty existed. It just had to.

“...Do you think…”, Casey started, but stopped himself. It seemed like a ridiculous wish.

Leo glanced back down at him, prompting the kid to continue. “Do I think? Hmm…no not really, why?”

That got a laugh out of the still teary-eyed kid. And that got a big bright smile out of the weary old turtle. Uncle Leo pulled his nephew in closer, bundling him up in his blanket.

“But seriously, what’s on your mind, Junior?”

Casey pondered his question again, humming in thought.

“D-do…do you think…I could see the stars too someday?”

The turtle paused. He stared at Casey for a moment with this…somewhat sad look in his eyes. And yet, he held Casey’s face in his large calloused hands.

“Sobrinito, I promise you. I promise you that I will end this war. And the Kraang will leave. And you will be able to see the stars.”, Leo assured with all his genuine heart.

“I promise.”

Now 10 years later, Casey sits on the ledge of an apartment building roof. He stares up at the night sky, hearing the rushing sound of cars and sirens echo throughout the city. Feels the cool autumn breeze dance through his hair, bundling himself up in a fresh new jacket he was gifted. Smells the late night friend barbeque from down at the beach. And looks up at the pitch black darkness in the sky.

Little white specks. Glistening. Mistakes a plane for a star. And just watches the above, craning his neck up high. Watching the world slowly turn with time. The stars start to glisten more. Must be from the sheen of water covering his eyes.

“You were right, Sensei.”, Casey mutters. “The stars are beautiful.”

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Lemme tell you the way I literally jumped out of my chair and began muffled screaming at the idea this prompt gave me... I am not sorry. =)))

[piipaw]

ASK GAME FOR MY ROOK’S MOST BELOVED PSEUDO SIBLING

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Did Rook bring any trinkets/sentimental items to The Lighthouse?

I think a lot of their belongings are still back at the Grand Necropolis with Vorgoth and Myrna. I'm not sure that their room would be left untouched, like a child going off to college, but more that everything is boxed up and stored with them on the idea that this /isn't/ permanent.

That said I think they'd have like. A blanket Vorgoth got them when they were younger, a fancy hair brush Myrna had gifted them as a birthday trinket, and a handful of books. They had to pack light when joining Varric so otherwise it's just that and some clothes.

Most embarrassing memory as a teenager:

Grier, between 14 and 16, was late to class one day and while in their daze of getting to point a to point b too fast, had the misfortune of passing as one of the heavy metal doors was opening and it nailed them hard in the face. They never got a look at who it was that had passed through, but they kept marching on even though they started to feel a little sweaty and fatigued.

They get to class and their eyebrow is split, blood going down their face. They didn't even notice until a drop hits their desk. At this point they touch their cheek and start nervous laughing when they see the blood, their teacher goes to comment on their tardiness and sees their injury and instead goes to get help, all while their peers are staring.

There's a fuzzy period of memory, but Grier remembers waking up NOT in the class room anymore and all patched up, Myrna thanking someone for helping before bringing them a change of clothes and assisting with washing the blood out of their bangs.

Rook is in charge of the grocery list. What’s on it?

Rye bread, jam, three different cheeses, cinnamon, eggs, water, celery, carrots, grapes, pomegranate juice, cream cheese.

Sorry to everyone but Grier cannot cook they are eating ingredients basically raw. Growing up in the necropolis where everything is provided, I picture Grier not having a need or access to cook solo-- but otherwise having a more bland flavor pallet.

Grier biting into a stick of cream cheese directly. Makes toast for dinner with jam or melted cheese. Snacks on fruits and veggies, unless they can convince someone to scramble an egg for them.

Lucanis probably made them an omelette once and Grier cried I'm sure.

What’s on their nightstand?

Not much! Hairbrush, hand mirror, some medication and ointments. Maybe a scented lotion if they've splurged on themselves. Perhaps a book they were working through.

A color, flower, animal, and weather to describe Rook:

Color: their fav color is deep purple, but to describe them? It depends on how you view color theory. Blue is loyalty, compassion, though I personally relate blue with mold ☠️

Flower: Bleeding hearts. Not just for the physical aesthetic, but since two of their meanings are of being compassion and overly emotionally reactive I think it fits.

Animal: I'm not 100% set on this but I've been joking that Grier would be a barn owl. The face is cute and sharp, but the symbolism that owls are have high intuition and are sensitive to things around them feels right.

Weather: overcast. Maybe a light rain. Grier dislikes sunny days, so a gray sky with a gentle drizzle or misting feels right.

What does Rook smell like?

Lavender. Mint. Smoke. Salty undercurrent of tears or the earthiness of grave dirt stuck in their boots.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hellooo! I literally refresh ur blog RELIGIOUSLY for content, lmao. Would love it if you could do a fandom ship for me

My Appearance

I’m a 5’7 dude with fluffy dark brown hair, but I dyed it strawberry blonde a little while ago- you can tell I’m a brunette since my roots have started showing again. My eyes are also dark brown, and I have a light tannish skin tone with a couple of moles here and there (I’m POC, for better reference) My favorite color is blue, so I’m always wearing different shades of it (navy, cerulean, baby blue, sky blue etc.) and my style is kinda e-boy/soft grunge

My Personality

I like to think that I’m a pretty chill guy. I mostly spend my time playing video games (Minecraft, Pokémon, Genshin and honkai star rail) and minding my own business. my grades are average since I’m too lazy to really study. I’m autistic and extremely socially anxious, so I tend to be non-verbal out in public and I never willingly go outside. That being said, I have a lot of online friends who I love chatting with, and I sorta have dark humor (NOT sexism or racism, I mean dark humor as in joking abt my mental health - which is shit, lmao). I’m also lowkey a nerd, so I love analyzing video game lore and making theories cuz Matpat lowkey raised me.

My Hobbies

As I mentioned previously, I’m obsessed with video games. However, I also like comic books and listening to music while I draw! I’m not a professional artist or anything, but I like to sketch and doodle my fav characters when I can. Idek if this counts as a hobby, but I also collect whatever coins, beer caps, paper clips or any general trinket I can find. One time I found this really tiny tennis racket on the floor at school (it’s plastic and barely the size of my thumb) and I’ve kept it in my purse ever since. Yes, I have a purse- they’re cute as hell

Uhhh, I think that’s it! Pls do the Outsiders or Slaughter fandom!! Ty

IM DOING BOTH BECUASE YOU COMPLIMENYED MEEEEEEE!!!! Ignore my spelling im gay ok

MATPAT RAISED ME TOO LETS BE FRIENDS ANON

Now to the ships:

The Outsiders: Ponyboy Curtis

Explanation: BCUZ I SAID SO/j You and Ponyboy both have special obsessions that you bond over. I think he really likes your style, the way you look, and how especially it contrasts to him. (He’s totally not jealous, yk what they say if you can’t be them be with them) You’re the most interesting person he’s met in the relatively boring town of Tulsa Oklahoma, and he thinks your style is tuff as hell. He would love watching Film Theory with you and doing his own mini analysis, and I think your less social personality would fit with him just perfectly, and he would make sure to respect all of your boundaries. He loves draw with you and listen to music with you, and he loves that you collect things, which is convenient for him because he can’t buy you super expensive gifts due to his low income household, but he can find you cool little knickknacks and such! He wears blue to match you a lot. Yall just chill and vibe together and we love it Yall are cute I ship it 💚

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Nubbins Sawyer

Explanation: I think you and Nubs are an amazing fit together!!! You both have artistic souls….. in much different ways and he has a purse just like you and also likes collecting little things and I think if he ever found anything cool while scavenging for roadkill he’d totally give it to you and you’d probably just have to be like Nubs… I don’t want a dead rat tail…. 💀 But anyway yall are so cute together, I think his more giddy/insane personality is a great constrast to your more shy/chill seeming one. He’s used to being judged for the way he is so I think he would understand you in a lot of ways- not to mention he LOVES your humor, because he has a pretty wacky dark sense of humor himself, and he’s also used to being judged for that too. He would definitely take lotsa pictures of you and then show them to victims. (And ask if you’re attractive and if they say no they get tortured for hours) He loves listening to your rants about your obsessions and in return you have to listen to hours of him ranting about cool roadkill he found that day or how he made a new trap better for catching victims! He also really likes your style despite not being that aware of fashion in general- You both have a way of understanding eachother like to one else. Ayway I love you both I ship it even though Nubs is my pookie

[thehighladywrites]

hi!

I really hope this doesn't come across as rude so if it is feel free to ignore this ask but I am curious.

I do a lot of work with makeup (just as a hobby) and I've actually gotten quite good at it, but the thing is I'm Irish so I'm pale af as are my family, and I've been wanting to try makeup for darker skin but tbh I have no idea how to do it or what the differences are (if they exist). Can I ask what your routine for doing makeup is?

hii!!!

not a rude question at all, i love makeup very much so this is a fun question tbh!

okay so a lot of people have different undertones/shades. it is something they didn’t know back in the day and it’s why a lotta celebs look kinda ashy/very pale.

ex:

then some ppl with darker complexions have a harder time matching a good foundation to their skin bc some brands don’t make foundation/makeup for their tones.

so i suggest color correctors. for example if a clients foundation is too yellow (which it is for many people w an olive undertone), then use a bit of blue to cancel it out.

some shades are too warm for darker skinned people and need to be neutralized. i used to think warmer foundations looked good on my until i used a bit of color correction and i got my perfect shade. And unfortunately it is liie that for a lot of girls w darker complexions.

Anothing thing is color correcting dark spots/undereyes. some ppl (aka younger me) think that using a ton of light concealer will fix hyperpigmentation/dark spots. WRONG!!!! it will just look really fucking ashy and gray. you gotta cancel it out with a peachy corrector. vid example

if u wanna use a concealer to cover spots, i suggest the nars soft matte pot concealer, but you gotta have an amazing shade match for it to look good. maybe not ideal for clients unless u get every shade and shadematch them on the spot. vid example

my absolute fav brand will forever be nars. they have amazing foundations, concealers and blushes. my fav products are: NARS light reflecting foundation and the NARS soft matte pot concealer, literally gives skin and feels so light on the skin. it’s like ur not even wesring anything even though u get a full coverage.

and i just wanna include some of my fav products 💗💗:

fav moisturizer: Embryolisse/ Weleda skin food

fav color correctors: the elf ones, they have every color u need

fav setting spray: charlotte tilbury, urban decay all nighter, both the glow and the regular matte one.

fav concealer: hourglass, nars and too faced born this way

fav blush: nars, hourglass and saie

fav setting powder: nothing beats the huda beauty one. literally nothing. huda powder plus too faced born this way concealer is a godly combo.

fav mascara: maybelline sky high or the telescopic one or the essence ones

fav bronzer: fenty/caia (amazing for darker skintones)

fav lip product: mac lip liner and fenty gloss💗 (some darker complexes need darker lipliners. try darkbrown or the shade chestnut)

hope this helped!!💗💗💗

[j0kers-light]

Hiya Chaos! I was wondering what the boys favourite colours are! I miss your take on them so bad!

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

You mean my babies?????!!!! *ignores Frost’s evil glare* I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY BEST BOYS! 🤧🥹

I just feel in my heart Frost’s fav is purple. It’s unexpected for a big guy like him. He likes royal purple in particular and he doesn’t know why. Genesis forced him to pick a fav because “black isn’t a color dad.” that’s why.

Purple is a strong universal color. (It’s a nod to his military service i.e Purple Hearts. I love symbolism. Sue me)

Although… I think he would adopt your favorite color once he finds out what it is. Frost would drown himself in your f/c because he’s down bad for you.

Believe it or not, I wanted Mac’s fav color to be green. Ya know.. because he’s rich 🙄 sigh.

It clashed with Joker entire aesthetic sooo Mac’s fav is blue to emphasize his equally blue eyes. I know, very unoriginal Chaos… but he’ll confess to you that his favorite color is actually the sky during sunset.

Now that’s very specific color (multiple really) but ever since he saw you laugh with the setting sun as your backdrop, he’s obsessed.

He can’t see the sky the same way again. Purples, reds, oranges, and blues… Maybe his favorite color is actually your happiness compressed into a memory.

Neo’s fav color is red for multiple reasons. 👀

Blood and fire because of LED lights at clubs. 🙂 Red is powerful, demanding, and just downright sexy.

Neo is a straightforward guy and red fits his personality well. But don’t act surprised when the two of you have a late night pillow talk and he mentions lilac is kinda cool too.. don’t repeat that!!!

He will meet you in the middle if your fav color is pink because (and I quote) “it’s a shade lighter than red.” Cue him calling you Princess and Strawberry shortcake any chance he gets.