#p.s: you are not following me at the moment btw ^^;

[xazse]

Hello z! Just wanted to say your writing is so yummy and keeps me and the rest of your followers so full😋 BTW! More puppy girl hybrid?? (P.s this is my first request 🙂‍↕️❤️)

PT 2 OF MY MOST RECENT PUPPYGIRL!HYBRID FIC FOR THOSE WHO ASKED!!

PT1 HERE

Notes: IM SO HAPPY IM UR FIRST REQUESTEE! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! And I’m super glad you enjoy my writing it really means a lot<33

Warnings: Hybrid!Gojo + fem!reader + PuppyHybrid!Reader + smut + small Drabble + not proofread + brat!reader + little bit of sub!Satoru + nipple!teasing + slight crying + overstimulation + mean!Suguru + exhibition

People who asked to be tagged: @qmsvpx @sugurubabe @shokosbunny @rinsluhvr @fuyuji-ii @mashtura @wisteriaflowersss @kickenkricken @rinsluhvr @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni I hope you guys enjoy!

WolfHybrid!Gojo who really can’t take all the teasing you’ve been putting him through. After the first incident Suguru made it 100 percent clear to you specifically that you are to not touch Satoru like that again, who knows what will happen if he’s not around. He’s not scared Satoru will hurt you but he should be eased into the world of pleasure not immediately made to cum on himself his first day in what is now his home.

Suguru scolds you bad, telling you how disappointed he is, how you know better! He knows how needy hybrids get especially your species but the toys he supplies for you should be more than enough. All you did in retaliation was make it a goal to ruin Satoru… poor thing why is he the victim in all of this? And yet he doesn’t even know.

You ignore Suguru’s rule when it’s just you and Satoru in the house.

You make an effort to rub yourself all over his body while wearing the thinnest layer of clothing, when he’s laying on the couch facing the ceiling you’ll come lifting his shirt up and licking all over his chest, even sucking on his nipples as extra stimulation. You love his reactions, everything makes him fully hard and his loud moans fill the empty living room. He can’t process what to do with this pleasure besides grabbing and fondling his cock until he’s finishing in his pants again.

It doesn’t take long for him to be hard all over again, and for you to repeat the process. If he asks if you can help him feel like that again you’ll force him to rub your ears for a good five minutes.

WolfHybrid!Gojo who gets to feel what it’s like being balls deep in your cunt, when you sink your nice ass to meet his pelvis, the poor wolf is fucking gone, he’s never felt something so tight around his cock, he’s never felt anything around his cock! Your plush walls squeeze him so good that he’s having a hard time forming sentences let alone words, all that’s slipping from his pretty slippery pink lips are moans, moans that emphasize how his balls are tightening and he’s cumming deep inside you.

You’re quick to start bouncing so cutely on him, your floppy ears bouncing along with you. Your toys don’t compare to Satoru’s thick cock, how has a woman never felt something like this? You can feel the twitching of his veins as he gets it up once again. You peek at his face to find the wolfman ruined, drool seeps from the corners of his lips and tears are decorating his lash lines.

When you finally cum, it’s a damn mess, the mixture of you two sit where you meet and seep out. The pleasure in the moment doesn’t have you thinking of what Suguru will do to you, doesn’t matter what he will do to the both of you, all you can think of is grinding down on Satoru’s cock for another orgasm.

Bonus!

Suguru is fucking furious, he was mad the first time but he let it slide since it simple curiosity on both sides. The simple curiosity has gone too far, you don’t fucking listen. Since the moment he had welcomed you into his home a few years back he’s had a hard time getting you to listen to directions.

He doesn’t hear you out when he drags you and Satoru to the bedroom, in fact he tells the both of you to keep going. You find yourselves shy under his eye and insist that you’ve both learned your lesson from his lecture earlier. He wasn’t really lecturing Satoru since he doesn’t know the rules as well as you do but this is a great learning moment.

He ignores you, ignores how you’re using the sweet eyes with him, he’s dead serious.

You’re quick to obey and incite a small kiss with Satoru, that turns into a full on make-out with Suguru watching intently.

The rest of the night is filled with moans and groans of complaints, Suguru had told Satoru to let any lewd feelings he had all on you, Satoru does not hold back at all, he fucks his thick cock into your sensitive walls over and over, the mess from earlier helps as to not hurt you so it’s so easy for him to slide back and forth. Satoru found himself ecstatic at the start but when he finds his cock overstimulated and his balls hurting from the painful pleasure he’s not feeling the same, but he for some reason won’t stop his hips from moving, he loves the feeling of having you cum around him nonstop, he loves Suguru watching him so intently, everything mixed together.

Your clit is so slippery that it’s hard to pinpoint where you should be rubbing, everytime you stop Suguru is quick to snap at you to keep going, this is what you wanted correct? He makes sure to ask that out loud, you’re so fucking adorable with the way you nod in his direction, he knows you have a few more in you.

[pyrodolls]

headcannons for cuddling with bayani?

CUDDLING HCS (SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X READER)

WARNINGS: sfw, kinda fluff, slight angst, worshipper yandere, kinda insecure bayani as usual, established relationship, lowercase intended, gender neutral reader, i do not condone yanderes

A/N: hey y'all... happy 2025. it feels so weird to say that. i posted my first fic on here a little over a year ago soooo thanks for sticking around with me for so long. i think my writing is still improving and i'm still not very satisfied with a lot of my work, but i really appreciate every single like and reblog i get. thank you guys! (p.s i've actually been writing x reader fanfics since i was 8 years old. you'll never find my old wattpad accounts...) btw i know the banner below is actually from some random manga i've never heard of BUT i was scrolling thru pinterest and saw him and i was like "yeah thats bayani."

BAYANI is utterly clueless on the topic of physical affection. he's completely inexperienced when it comes to anything romantic in general. let's say you suddenly curled up to him while you two watched a movie. he froze and didn't know what to do. his anxieties drove him mad enough to distract him from the movie. should he put his arm around you? where do his legs go? should he lay his head against yours? your comfort is his top priority, so he'd gleefully mold himself into whatever position makes you happy without any regard for his own enjoyment. but should he directly ask you what position you favor? would it paint him as stupid to not already know of your preferred cuddling positions? his worst nightmare is looking like a fool before your eyes.

but as his overthinking worsened, you simply wondered why he froze and took his stillness as a sign that he was uncomfortable. you scooted away from him, and he frowned. did he do something wrong? oh crap, he really did embarrass himself in front of you. maybe he should speak up about it and ask why. if you broke up with him because of it, at least he'd know why.

"did i make you uncomfortable?" he muttered, quiet enough for you to hear but not loud enough to be clear.

"what? no, i moved away because i thought you were uncomfortable. i'm sorry that i did that, i probably should've warned you first..."

silence followed your words, with nothing but the sounds of the television and bayani's quick, uneasy breathing.

after choosing his words carefully in his head, he stammered. "well, i- uh... liked it. i just... didn't know what to do."

"oh, thank goodness. i thought i did something wrong," you laughed. "okay, here's what you do..."

you carefully moved closer to him, resting your body against his and laying your head on his shoulder. then, you moved his arm to wrap around your shoulder and gently pushed his head to the top of yours.

"there we go. see? just like this."

with his chin on top of your head, he directly felt the vibrations of your giggles overwhelming his senses and distracting him from the erratic beating of his heart. it always made him giddy to spend time with you, but being gently directed on how to please you gave him a new, fuzzy sensation in his body that he silently hoped would never end.

his existence is for your happiness. he is nothing but a toy for your enjoyment and amusement. your desires and needs are to be met at your command with no question from him. without you, he has no purpose-- nobody integral to serve. it may seem like a miniscule moment to you. a laughable misunderstanding, even. but to him, he is ashamed of himself for not immediately synchronizing with your needs. he'll remember that moment and take note of it for next time-- it'll haunt him every time he tries something new with you. even if you reassured him that you don't mind, his insecure nature will drive him to absorb every individual second of that memory and dissect it far more seriously than you can imagine. it’ll motivate him to be a better boyfriend for you.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HIII BFFF!!!🤗🤗 i hope u are well!!!

sorry for not being active 😣😣 a gal has been booked and BUSY. but hopefully i’ll have some more free time soon 🙏🙏

i was going to write something like this… howeverrrr i have a lot of ideas already & i think you can do a really good job with this!!!

but basically you can pick either josh or tyler & the reader is a pop rock kinda artist & tyler/josh have always admired her from afar. so they invite the reader to open for them on tour. there’s some romantic tension & reader plays a song dedicated to tyler/josh & the fans r all 😮😮😮

something like that!!!! you can do whatever with it, i think there’s a lot of directions you can take this:3

p.s how are you feeling abt getting a LIVE ALBUM… still in shock.

Smithereens - Tyler Joseph x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Nothing hehe

Word Count: 3648 - pretty sure this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here :)

A/N: OH MA GAWD THIS WAS FUN AF FREN... this is so freaking cute I can't even deal with it! I'm in massive shock at the fact we're getting a live album btw my show isn't even until November and things just keep getting better and better with the tour lol I can't believe we're getting some of the transitions like natn to hds like WHAT THE WOW oh and the possibility of hometown x slowtown (um slowtown on streaming???? Tyler the man u ur–and josh bc ily). I cannot wait. oh and heathens into next semester... I'm so excited bc the setlist is so good it's gonna rock and be on repeat forever. Anyways, enough rambling onto the amazing fic I am incredibly proud of! 😁

“What!” I barked into my phone, rubbing my eyes until my vision went from blurry to clear. It had been a crazy night before, staying up late partying with my friends before falling to sleep at 3am. What had woken me up was a series of buzzing noises from my phone, buzz after buzz after buzz until it started ringing. 

“Y/N? It’s Mary.” Shit. My manager. 

“Oh! Sorry! It was a hectic night,” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. 

Her laugh echoed through the speakers of my phone. “So I’ve heard. It’s all over social media.” I shook my head, knowing exactly who had posted what to their thousands of followers. 

“What’s up?” I asked, flopping down onto my perfectly plump pillows. 

“I’ve booked you a tour!” I could tell she was ecstatic, even more so that I was. We’d been hoping to book a tour for the last year and a half and finally we’d done it. It was hard trying to find bands or musicians who were open to having newer and alternative artists open for them–especially someone whose genre is somewhat all over the place. 

“What?” I shot up in bed, wide awake now, the sleepiness immediately replaced by a rush of excitement and nerves. “With who?”

Mary hesitated for a moment, letting the anticipation build. “Well... how do you feel about opening for Twenty One Pilots?”

My heart practically leapt out of my chest. Twenty One Pilots? As in Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph? I’d always admired them, like... from afar. Sure, we’d crossed paths a few times at festivals and award shows, but nothing like this. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if they’d heard of me before.

“You’re kidding,” I breathed out, my voice barely a whisper.

“Not at all,” she replied, her tone giddy with excitement for me. “They specifically asked for you. Apparently, Tyler’s been a big fan of your music for a while. This could be huge, Y/N.”

I could hardly process it. “Wait… they asked for me? Tyler listens to my music? Sorry WHAT?!” Tyler Joseph? A fan of my music? It felt unreal. “I—” I stammered, feeling overwhelmed. “When does it start?”

“Next month. But you’re going to need to rehearse like crazy to get ready.”

“I’ll be ready.” I hung up the phone and collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. I was going on tour with Twenty One Pilots. Tyler and Josh. The guys I had admired for years were now... going to be watching me from backstage? I felt a shiver of nervous energy run down my spine.

A few weeks later, rehearsals were in full swing, and I was gearing up for the first show. 

“Y/N! They’re here!” My friend Joseph had screeched running into the rehearsal space. “No way.” I covered my mouth to try and hide the growing psychotic smile on my face. I was going to pass out from excitement. This wasn’t happening. I turned to the entrance to see the two of them strutting in, shaking the hands and bumping the fists of crew members they both knew and didn’t know. My heart was pounding as I watched them walk in, every movement somehow both casual and magnetic. Josh, with his surprisingly natural brown hair and classic easy smile, waved at a few familiar faces, while Tyler, wearing his usual baseball cap and oversized hoodie, exuded that quiet intensity I’d always admired. They looked like they belonged, like they owned the room without even trying. And here I was, standing in the middle of the rehearsal space, trying not to lose my cool.

Joseph was practically vibrating with excitement beside me, nudging me with his elbow. “Dude, go say hi!” he whispered, eyes wide.

“I-I can’t. Look at them,” I replied, clenching my jaw through every world to hide my delusion.

I swallowed hard, my palms already sweaty. What was I supposed to say? Hey, I'm Y/N, a rando who's admired you from afar for years? Oh, and thanks for asking me to open for you on tour, no big deal.

Before I could overthink it any more, Tyler's eyes landed on me. My breath hitched as he gave me a nod and a small smile, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my pulse race. He elbowed Josh, who turned and followed his gaze.

“Oh man, it’s her!” Josh said, grinning as they walked over. Sorry, what? 

“Y/N, right?” Tyler said, his voice warm but somehow deeper in person.

I turned to look around the room as if trying to figure out if he was talking to me or not. “Uh… yeah?” I said, it came out more like a question than an answer. “Yeah, that's me,” I repeated, trying to sound casual even though my heart was doing backflips. “Thanks for, uh... asking me to open for you guys. It's an honor.”

Tyler exchanged a glance with Josh, something unspoken passing between them. “We’ve been following your music for a while now,” Tyler admitted, rubbing the back of his neck like he was just as unsure of what to say as I was. “You–You’re really talented.”

I blinked, trying to process the fact that Tyler Joseph just said that to me. “Thanks. That means a lot, really.”

“We’re stoked to have you on board,” Josh chimed in, flashing that friendly, easygoing smile. “I think the fans are gonna lose it when they see you perform.”

“Yeah,” Tyler added, his eyes meeting mine again. “It's gonna be a good tour.”

There was something in the way he said it, the weight behind his words, that made my skin tingle. I felt that spark again, the same one I’d felt from watching him in interviews and onstage, but this time it was real. Tangible. 

Over the next few days, I kept catching Tyler’s eyes during rehearsals, our conversations short but loaded with something unspoken. It was subtle—just the way his gaze lingered a little too long, or how his smile felt more personal when it was directed at me. I wasn’t sure if I was crazy–my immense crush on the multi-talented lead singer getting the best of me–or if he had noticed the same thing. The energy between us felt electric, charged with something we weren’t quite saying out loud.

One evening, after my home city show, I was sitting out on the stage–the venue completely empty. I was alone, staring out at the abandoned seats and floor, still able to feel the energy from less than a few hours ago. Letting out a deep sigh, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Tyler standing there, hands in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked softly.

I shook my head, patting the spot beside me. “Not at all.”

He sat down, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him, the proximity making my heart race. We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, the faint hum of the venue’s equipment the only sound. I could feel his eyes on me as I picked up my ukulele which was sitting next to me and started absentmindedly strumming a few chords.

“I didn’t get to say it earlier,” Tyler started, his voice quiet, like he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to reveal. “But… your performance today? It was incredible.”

I glanced over at him, biting back a smile. “I didn’t know you were watching.”

“I’m always watching,” he said, his gaze intense, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool, but it was impossible with the way he was looking at me. “I’m trying… I’m so worried that I’m gonna mess up and make a fool of myself in front of your fans.”

“You’re not and you won’t,” he said quickly, his eyes searching mine. “Far from it, actually. Last time I checked twitter they were talking about how much they love you.”

We fell into another heavy silence, the air between us thick with tension. My pulse was racing, and I felt like there were a million things I wanted to say, but none of them made sense in my head. Tyler shifted slightly, his knee brushing against mine, and even that small touch sent sparks through me.

“Is it weird,” I started slowly, my voice fragile, “that I feel like I’ve known you for longer than I have?” 

The question clearly caught him off guard. His breath hitched, but I forced myself to stay calm. “No, it’s not weird,” he said, glancing down at the floor. “I feel that way too.” Tyler smiled, a small, almost shy smile that made my heart flutter. 

“It’s just… I’ve been following your music for so long, and now that you’re here… I don’t know, it’s different.”

“Different how?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, his eyes flicking to my lips for just a second before I answered. “Better. Way better than I imagined.”

The air between us felt charged, like something was about to happen, but neither of us made the next move. I could feel the weight of his words settling into the space between us, making everything feel more real, more intense.

I had to break the tension before it swallowed me whole.

“Speaking of better,” I said, trying to lighten the mood but failing to mask the shakiness in my voice. “I was thinking of doing something special for tomorrow’s show.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”

I glanced at him, feeling a rush of boldness as the idea solidified in my mind. “I was thinking… I’d cover one of your songs.”

His eyes widened, clearly surprised. “You’d cover one of our songs?”

“Yeah,” I said, biting my lip nervously.

Tyler blinked, taken aback, and for a moment I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then his expression softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Which song?” he smirked, laying back on the stage.

“Something off Trench, it’s not on your setlist if that’s what you’re worried about,” I laughed, joining him. 

“Why?” he asked, his voice low, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear me say it.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was about to admit. “Because it’s personal. And I’ve listened to your music for so long. It’s always been a dream of mine to get to perform one of your songs live.”

For a second, the world seemed to stop. Tyler’s smile faded, replaced by something deeper, something I couldn’t quite read. His eyes searched mine, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for his response.

“You… you’d really do that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice steady even though my nerves were all over the place. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just kept looking at me like he was trying to figure something out. Then, finally, he smiled—a real, genuine smile that made my breath catch.

“It’s more than okay,” he said softly. “I think it’s… perfect.”

The tension between us didn’t break; if anything, it intensified. But it was different now, like we’d crossed some invisible line, and there was no going back.

The next night, the arena was buzzing with energy. I could feel the excitement in the air as I took the stage, the fans screaming and cheering, completely unaware of the surprise I had in store.

After a few songs, I paused, taking a deep breath as I stepped up to the mic. The crowd quieted, waiting for what was next.

“How’re we doing tonight Seattle?” A roar of screams and cheers rang through the venue. “I’ve got a little surprise for you guys tonight," I said, my voice echoing through the speakers. “I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to do a cover of a song that means so much to me. A song that a certain band didn’t put on their setlist this tour. Any guesses who I’m covering?” I laughed. 

The crowd erupted into cheers, and I smiled, glancing toward the side of the stage where Tyler stood, watching me. Our eyes met, and I felt that familiar spark, the unspoken connection between us stronger than ever. 

“You want to come up and play piano for this one Ty?” I asked, the crowd erupting in cheers. Tyler shook his head, hiding his face in his hands. “No? Oh come on, you know you want to. The sheet music’s up there…” I turned to the audience, “I haven’t told him what song I’m playing yet,” I laughed. “You sure you don’t wanna come play?” The fans started chanting for him to join me. 

“Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!” 

“Oh fine!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the crowd. He climbed on stage and jogged over to the piano, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile. “You're really doing this, huh?” he teased as he adjusted the mic on the piano, sitting down with an exaggerated sigh. I walked over to him, turning the mic off for a second. 

I grinned lightly as the energy of the crowd buzzed in the air. “Oh, I am definitely doing this. And you’re gonna enjoy it.”

Tyler's hands hovered over the keys, clearly waiting for the cue. “Smithereens? Really?” he laughed and I nodded, proud of myself. Tyler turned the mic back on as I waltzed back to my spot. 

“Alright,” I said, glancing over at him. “This one’s for you Tyler.” 

The crowd went wild, their reaction so loud it almost drowned out my words. Tyler chuckled into the mic, shaking his head again in disbelief, but his fingers were already on the keys, playing the opening melody. The soft, familiar notes filled the arena, and my heart started racing again, but for a different reason this time. This was personal. Intimate. And Tyler was right there, playing along with me.

I began singing, my voice steady but carrying all the emotion I had for the moment. I looked over at Tyler as I sang the words, and he glanced up, meeting my gaze for just a heartbeat. There was something in his eyes—something deeper than just admiration, something almost vulnerable. My chest tightened as I sang the next line, the weight of the song suddenly feeling more significant, more real than ever. 

Tyler’s playing was flawless, but there was a hint of tension in his posture, like he was trying to keep something in check. I knew exactly how he felt; the energy between us was palpable, the tension from all those unspoken moments finally reaching a crescendo. The crowd sang along, but it was like they were in the background, as if this performance was happening in our own bubble. Just me and Tyler. 

Every word felt like it was meant for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him between the lyrics, feeling the connection spark every time our eyes met. When I hit the chorus, the crowd sang so loud I almost couldn’t hear myself. Tyler grinned, his fingers dancing over the keys, the music swelling around us, and for a second, I forgot we were even on stage. It was just him and me, sharing this raw, unfiltered moment. 

As the song came to a close, the final notes ringing out, I turned to face Tyler fully. His gaze was locked on mine, his expression unreadable but intense. The applause and cheers from the audience roared to life, but I barely heard them. Tyler stood up from the piano, slowly walking over to me, and without thinking, I pulled him into a tight hug. The crowd went wild again, their cheers reaching a fever pitch, but it was just background noise to the heartbeat pounding in my ears.

As Tyler wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, time seemed to stand still. The world outside faded into the background—the roar of the crowd turned into a distant hum as I buried my face in his shoulder, savoring the moment. His warmth enveloped me, grounding me in the excitement and emotion of what we had just shared.

When we finally pulled back, Tyler kept his hands on my shoulders, his gaze holding mine for just a moment longer than necessary. A shy, yet genuine smile played on his lips, and my heart fluttered. I could feel my cheeks heating up, but I couldn't look away from him.

“Thank you for that,” Tyler said, his voice low but filled with an intensity that made my heart race. “You were incredible.”

I nodded, still breathless. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I didn’t just like it Y/N, it means more than just liking it,” he whispered into my ear. 

The energy in the venue surged as I turned to the audience, their cheers echoing through the air. With a grin, I stepped back to the mic, trying to compose myself. “Wow, thank you, Seattle! You guys have been amazing tonight!” The crowd roared, and I took a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“This is the end of my set, but stick around because the real show is about to start! Twenty One Pilots is up next!” I waved to the fans, their cheers drowning out my words. “Thank you all so much! I love you!”

As I stepped away from the mic, Tyler clapped a hand on my back, leading me off stage. The moment we were out of view from the audience, the energy shifted. Tyler turned to me, his expression more serious, and I could see a mix of admiration and something deeper in his eyes.

“You made that song come alive in a way I never expected. You’re something else aren’t you?” he said, stepping closer, the air thick with unspoken words. 

I chuckled, shrugging slightly and running a hand through my hair. “I just felt right to play,” I admitted, heart pounding. “It means a lot to me, Tyler.”

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate whisper. “You’re more than just a talented artist, Y/N. You’re something else entirely. That performance made me realize how lucky I am to have you on this tour. And honestly?” He paused, searching my eyes, the tension palpable. “It just further confirmed how I feel about you, not just as an artist, but as a person.”

My breath caught in my throat, a rush of warmth flooding through me at his words. “I admire you too, Tyler. You and Josh have been a huge inspiration to me.”

Tyler smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made my heart race. “No, really. That was more than just a performance to me. It felt personal. There’s something here, between us.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a step closer to him. “I feel it too. I’ve been trying to figure out how to say it.”

He brushed a thumb over my cheek, his gaze unwavering. “Then let’s not overthink it. I’m here, you’re here, we clearly both feel something for each other,” he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into my face behind my ear. “Every time you look at me, it’s like you see straight through to my soul.”

I swallowed hard, his words washing over me. “I could say the same about you.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice deepening. “Because I want to explore whatever this is between us. I want to see where it leads.”

With the distance between us closing, I felt the thrill of the moment, the intensity of his words and the warmth of his presence enveloping me. I wanted to lean in, to let him know just how much I felt, but the excitement and nervousness tangled together in a way that made me hesitant.

Tyler stepped forward, closing the gap even further. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice soft, yet commanding. “You’ve got to know that every word of that song was a reflection of how I feel about you. It might not have been written with anyone in mind but it’s exactly how I feel about you. And I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you how much you mean to me.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, sending sparks of electricity through my entire being. The kiss was soft, yet filled with an undeniable passion, and in that moment, everything else faded away. All the worries, the nerves—everything was drowned out by the intensity of his kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, he smiled down at me, his expression both playful and serious. “I think I’m going to enjoy this tour a lot more now.”

I laughed, the tension lifting as I felt lighter, happier than I had in a long time. “Me too, Tyler. Me too.” I held onto his hand, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand. “Now, you’re supposed to go on in 10 minutes so you should probably go find Josh.”

“Oh damn you’re right,” he looked up at the clock on the wall noticing the time. He started down the hall in the direction of their dressing room but stopped to turn back towards me. “I–We–We’re going out after the show, okay?” 

I nodded, letting out a quiet chuckle. “I’ll come find you. But you really need to go,” I smiled. 

“I really need to go,” he repeated, looking slightly sad that he had to leave. And with that, he walked back into his dressing room, the excitement of the night still crackling in the air. 

//

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN TEAM!

[dishushu]

“you’re alive in my head..”

pavitr prabhakar x reader.

genre: pure angst (a little fluff if you squint) | warnings: blood, death, sad pav☹️, super sad

summary: the canon event altered his life forever. | inspo: marjorie by taylor swift.

words: 1k.

a/n: @smokeywhalee came up with this trope and we both cried mentally adding up ideas to eachother (i love her and her ideas yall FOLLOW HER or elmo will end up next to you at 3am)

and marjorie by ts changed my life forever it’s so good i’m not okay 😊💔

p.s: please have tissues next to you 🤧 (and "they" is ur variant btw!)

so sorry in advance pookies

pavitr had been your bestfriend for so long— you were by his side ever since he became spiderman, his partner in crime, and he always liked you. —

everything about you just made him fall head over heels for you, but he never had the heart to confess owing to the fact that he doesn’t want to lose you yet.

he wished he did sooner..

ever since pavitr’s dimension was falling apart, he couldn’t help but feel devastated, afraid it would happen the same to you, and he was right.

the very moment that was happening, you so happened to be running away from the commotion— your bestfriend pavitr and the other spider people fighting for their life and his dimension, you were about to escape, but unfortunately, a big chunk of debris hits you— slamming you to the ground as you groaned in pain.

you heard the screams of pavitr from afar, as he slung over to you— his friends shouting for him to come back but he couldn't care less about them now that you were hurt badly.

he lifted the debris off of you and carried you bridal style, his words muffled as you couldn't see anything— your vision blurred.

"jaanu please hang on okay? i promise ill get you the hospital as soon as i can please don't close your eyes on me." he panicked as he removed his mask to reveal his teary-eyed face as he held you close, webbing away from the commotion as he wanted to bring you to the nearest hospital.

"pav, i..." you took all your strength to get his attention as he stopped webbing and went through the empty street, your heartbeat slowly slowing down as it became harder to breathe.

he noticed immediately and laid you on the ground, his hand cupping your cheek as he kept whispering a "no no no please no." trying to stop the blood from your chest.

"pav, i.. love you." you mumbled your last words to him as you closed your eyes— your last breath, last tear and last smile to him all leaving your body as you lay lifeless on the ground, his screams were all that was audible, becoming increasingly faint until they were completely gone.

pavitr's tears were now hitting the ground as he clutched your lifeless body, holding on it for dear life as he sobbed— his heart breaking now that he lost you, his canon event.

his tears never came to an end as he couldn't believe he was processing everything, he lost his thithli.

gwen, hobie, and miles run over to him as they saw pavitr and you, your dead body but they couldn't do anything but feel heartbroken with paviitr as it was his canon event even though you were dead now, you're alive in his head.

he wished he could spend one last prominence with you, but now that you were gone, he wished you were still around.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

pavitr never moved on, never recovered from your death; if he didn't know better, he'd wish you were still alive; he wanted he could say i love you— and that remorse has filled him with guilt every single day.

hobie would always try to cheer him up and it would never work, he would still feel devastated and blame himself for your death— that he couldn't save you in time. it was never his fault.

all of this happening with his dimension falling apart and losing you hit him like a truck, he lost his spark and he'd do anything to get you back, anything — and he wished he could find one way to say i love you to you one last time.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

he’d never been to hq ever since your death, he was merely drained to continue as spiderman anymore— the fear and guilt overcoming him; scared the same would happen to other people like it happened to you.

hobie got to cheer him up somewhat and convinced him to finally go to hq but when he walked in, he bumped into a familiar face he knew oh too well.

“im so sorry i—“ pavitr turned around to apologize to who he bumped when his blood ran cold, his whole body frozen as he couldn’t believe who it was, you; but not entirely.

“it’s okay! i’m fine— and are you okay?” they said, scanning pavitr’s body for any injuries and so.

“yeah— i’m, im fine— can i talk to you for a second?” pavitr said, breaking out of his trance as he grabbed their hand and walked to an empty corner.

“woah okay—“ they followed pavitr, standing in a small corner waiting for him to talk.

“are you… [name]?” he asked, your name coming out of his mouth breaking his heart. their eyes went wide— the shock of their name coming out of his mouth indirectly.

“y-yeah i’m from earth 5100..” those words broke pavitr’s heart, a lump going down his throat as he smiled— knowing that they weren’t his.

they could see the obvious heartbreak in pavitr's eyes and its like they could feel his pain too; "i suppose you lost a variant of me in your world..?" they muttered as pavitr nodded— his tears planting his brown skin as their heart broke.

"can i..?" pavitr whispered, gesturing for a hug as they agreed with open arms— he rushed to their arms, breaking down in more tears as he felt your touch again— but not entirely yours.

"i'm so sorry.. im sure they're so proud of you for getting through this, i know you want them back but im not them."

"i know.. i just wished i could say i love you to them one last time." he muttered, his face buried in their neck as he cried harder— clutching their shirt.

he has no choice but to owe the fact that he lost you, and the person in front of him is oh so heartwarming to him, its not you and he has to accept that, but you're alive in his head.

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Stray: Part 5

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A/N: Happy Halloween, my loves! It's my favorite holiday/month and today I have a tooth-rottingly sweet, sugary, fluffy chapter for you as a treat. But Loki is also up to some of his violent and threatening tricks, so read with caution if that is something uncomfortable for you (not towards our main girl, btw). Trust me. It's wickedly satisfying.

P.S. And enormous thank you to both my long time readers and the lovely and enthusiastic new readers following along. I'm trying my best to keep up with tagging, and engaging as personally as I can, but it's getting away from me a bit as the numbers go up. Please just know that I see and read it all and it really means so much to me and I'm so grateful to you.

Stray: Part 5

The next morning Loki put his plan into action. After his breakfast and cuddle and a fond goodbye from the human, the younger prince returned to his usual form. He stood for a long while in front of the mirror, magicking different outfits and disguises until he finally settled on a perfect one.

He wore a neat blue sweater, a black pea coat, and gray trousers; everything crisp and expensive enough to be impressive and tasteful, but not flashy. Loki noted with satisfaction that the outfit hugged his long athletic body to perfection. He still had to make some concessions to his vanity, after all. He was satisfied, however, it was unnerving to see his face so changed. He labored extensively to perfect a look that would spark familiarity but not give him away, so he settled on his usual face but changed the tone of his skin from alabaster white to a healthy tan. He morphed his longer slicked black hair into butterscotch-golden curls, cut short and styled impeccably into a soft swoop of volume at the top. Although he was still afraid that it might expose him, he kept his Cheshire cat grin and his piercing eyes.

I want that part to be real. I want her to look into my eyes without illusions or deception, he reasoned. Then, with one final adjustment of his watch, a swipe over his jacket and a check of his hair, he magicked himself into the hallway and began the journey to your place of employment...that hideous building with the orange and brown sign reading Mullen's Department Store.

Of course, Loki could have simply magically transported himself there, but he chose to walk for some time in the brisk November air and took pleasure in stretching his real legs. The icy bite of a snowy December would be close on the heels of autumn. He could tell somehow. He always loved the ice and snow and was never quite sure why. The prince thought of winter in this realm with giddy anticipation, mostly because of you. With a smile, Loki thought about how you were always a little chilly, and perhaps this winter he would have the privilege of keeping you warm.

As his long graceful legs waltzed over the pavement of downtown, through the late morning crowds, he realized the novelty of this whole experience. He had never been very nervous before in matters of romance (his charm going a very long way and letting him glide through a vapid love life with ease) but none of it meant anything. None of it was real. Everything was fleeting; just how he liked it so he would never be too bored. He felt a pang of remorse which had never pricked him before, considering that his sweet moral would never treat people as disposable entertainment the way he had.

His feet slowed to a stop under the hulking department store's shadow as the thought needled him; What if I don't deserve her?

Nonetheless, he carried on. He had a plan after all, and there was no time to ruminate. As he parted the glass double doors, a hideous stretch of polished tiles sprawled out before him in display after display of appliances and apparel.

What a horrible soulless place. My poor little mortal is subjected to this each day? I have to find her.

Prince wondered for a moment, when it had become his mortal, his human...not simply the. He was assuming you were already his, but really, he was already yours.

He marinated in these thoughts as he searched for you until he heard the sweet syllables of your name called by a young lady in a uniform identical to yours. Loki watched as the frazzled girl asked you a panicked question about the hulking machine in front of her. He watched, rapt, as you soothed, “Hey, Janet. It's okay. Stop calling yourself stupid. You're not stupid. You're just still learning. I had the same problem at first. Here, I'll show you a trick.” You softly put your hand on her shoulder as you explained patiently. A drawer full of cash slid open with a click and Janet's face lit up with relief as you said, “See! I knew you could do it. Keep going and call me if you need anything else. I'm right here.”

Loki's heart turned absolutely molten as he watched. You had just shown more patience and compassion in a matter of minutes than he had probably shown in several hundred years. He swallowed a little nervous gulp, took a deep breath, and approached you with what he hoped was a casual stride and a friendly smile.

“Hello...Miss?” he said, bending down to catch your eye from where you were restocking gift boxes. When you glanced over, your eyes went wide and several items tumbled out of you arms. With the quickest reflexes you'd ever seen, the handsome stranger reached out his long arms to catch them.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief and then chuckled. “Oh, sir, I'm so sorry! You snuck up on me, there. Thanks for the save. There's glass in these. Would have been a real mess and...” you stroked a hand through your hair and blushed, trailing off. Then you really observed his face and immediately lost your train of thought. He was absurdly handsome and oddly familiar, in a combination that left you very shy and very frazzled.

Finding words after a beat, you said, “Sorry! Rambling...What can I help you with?”

“I'm...um...terribly sorry to trouble you. I seem to have strayed a bit. I'm looking for the menswear department.” He paused to peak his eyebrows sweetly and put his hands in his pockets, stepping ever so slightly closer to you while holding your gaze in a vice grip, “and I'm afraid I need a lady's help to pick out a suitable tie. Would you be so kind as to assist me?”

You just stood there a moment, eyes wide and mouth open like a fish. You shook your head and came back to your senses. “Oh...oh! Menswear is just one floor up and to the left. I'm afraid that's not my department.” You laughed nervously, cheeks aching from your awkward smile, “I wouldn't know the first thing about men's fashion, but Tammy works of there. She's lovely and knows absolutely everything about putting suits together...really good taste...”. You paused your torrent of words to shake your head and still your wildly gesticulating hands. The stranger just listened intently while flashing a stunning, amused grin. He was watching you as if you were the most fascinating creature he had ever met. “Sorry...I'm rambling again. I don't mean to be too nosy, but have we met before? You seem incredibly familiar. Shopped here before maybe?”

Loki quickly realized you were putting it all together. Soon it would dawn on you. His eyes must have given him away, but he saw a solution and said smoothly, “Oh...yes. Yes, I've been by here a few times. I'm sure we've passed each other. You look familiar as well. I never forget a lovely face.”

A pleasant fragrance of mint and pine struck you with a lightning bolt of comprehension, but being a generally sane person you found a logical explanation.

Of course! I was reading that page about Loki. I saw this man around here, and it must have all just seeped into my subconscious...got into my dreams. I guess I ought to thank my brain, because he is stunning. Jesus Christ, how could I forget him? I guess I even remembered his cologne. He seems a little too charming to trust though. Probably complimenting me to get something out of me.

He blinked and looked down at his perfectly polished shoes, setting one finger pensively against his lips. He nodded thoughtfully and said, “Right...One floor up to the left?”

“Yes, sir. And Tammy will be the one to help you.”

Loki immediately discovered that you calling him “sir” had a very particular effect on him, but he decided to tuck that thought away for much much later. The charmer began to feel a little fizzle of panic as you began to turn back to your work. Wasting this chance would devastate him.

“Tammy...right,” he said flatly. “Thank you for your help,” he said with a smooth grin. “Oh...and...one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Would you be so kind as to join me for lunch?”

You just stared, utterly baffled, for a long moment. Trying to process that this had actually just happened. (In fact, about half a dozen of your coworkers were doing the same thing, rubbernecking this train wreck of your social skills with their mouths agape).

You shook off the impulse to follow this man literally anywhere he asked and switched to a more sensible tactic. You asked skeptically, “Forgive me for being blunt...but you don't need a tie, do you?”

He threw his hands up in a gleeful and mischievous expression and declared, “Guilty as charged.”

You giggled at his shamelessness then advised, “Well if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, there are much prettier and more socially graceful shop girls than me around, but I'm very flattered. Don't get me wrong.”

His eyes shot wide open and he put his hands up saying, “Oh no no! Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not that kind of man. I just find you interesting. I promise you, I'd just like to chat. Cafe next door? 12:30?”

Thinking of your pitiful bank account you excused yourself saying, “I'm sorry, but I really can't. I only have 30 minutes and...”

He winked. Jesus...he winked and it made you absolutely melt into putty in his elegant hands. Lowering his voice to a delicious whisper he said, “Come on...my treat. Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?”

Very uncharacteristically and with complete abandon, you answered, “Okay...okay,” grinning and nodding over and over in a cloud of delirious infatuation that carried you through the morning and into your much-anticipated lunch date.

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While you worked as best you could, floating around with hearts in your eyes, Loki was putting his own enamored giddiness on the back burner for the time being. The god of mischief still had work to do and he needed ice in his veins. As he strode off the elevator and into the hallway of the top floor, he was back in his black suit and tie and white shirt, pitch black hair perfectly slicked back; every strand in its right place. He let out a derisive little bark of laughter at Mr. Mullen's locked office door, and the note stuck to it that said “Out of office. Back in one hour.”

Loki effortlessly drifted through the door in a glow of green smoke and settled in; somehow dominating the vast room with his singular presence. He sat, relaxed, biding his time with a tumbler of Mr. Mullen's fine Scotch whiskey. As the morning sun glared through the windows, the trickster donned his sunglasses and summoned an elaborate and very lethal switchblade. He gave a sideways smirk as he flicked it open with a satisfying click and began twirling it in his nimble hand, watching the glimmer of it in the sunshine. The god of mischief despised tedium more than nearly anything, but he was no stranger to patience in the service of a cunning plan. And this...oh this would be a worth waiting for, he mused as he coolly sipped the amber liquid and flipped his gleaming blade.

The door unlocked and a red-faced, balding man shuffled through the door. He squealed and flinched, seeing the tall dark stranger sitting with his legs crossed and feet resting on his gaudy desk. Loki swung his legs down lazily and sat up straight, saying crisply, “Mr. Mullen, I presume?”

“Who...who the fuck are you? This...this door was locked!”

Loki slid off his sunglasses and peaked an eyebrow haughtily in Mullen's direction. Arctic irises skewered the pitiful man as he quipped, “Hah...please. And you, Mr. Mullen, have not earned the pleasure of knowing my name. All you need to know...” he said leaning forward to carefully place his scotch on the desk, and swing his switchblade deftly in his direction, like a conductor's wand, “..is that I am someone very very dangerous. Now...have a seat.”

Mullen, red and shaking, did has he was told and Loki smiled wickedly. Oh, he had missed these kinds of games. It felt strangely righteous to be so wicked, but for such a good reason. He was so pleased to make this man cower in the same chair where he had made his precious mortal feel small and worthless. He had to admit, it felt good to be in his element again, and to use what he knew best.

Loki knew, for example, that nothing makes people squirm and break more easily than keeping them wondering. Often, the longer he stayed cool and silent, the more his opponent's imagination would fill in the gaps of assumption, volunteering their most heinous secrets in desperation. And just as he predicted, the businessman folded easily, jumping quickly upon his own dagger of dread.

The businessman sputtered out, “What are you? FBI...CIA...I was wondering when you men in black would start crawling out of the woodwork to bother me.”

Loki glared, lowering his voice. “Worse, I'm afraid.”

Mullen's mouth dropped open and his beady eyes shone with terror, “My god...you're one of Vinny's men aren't you? I...I told him I was good for it. I'm counting on him for this whole operation...I wouldn't betray...”

Loki tutted and scolded, “Good heavens, no wonder this city is in turmoil! With such abuse of power...dehumanizing people different from yourselves, squashing them under your expensive designer shoes while they toil away...what else could you expect? Narrow-minded idiots...the lot of you.”

The trapped man whimpered and sweated through his suit in ugly patches. He began to blubber something incomprehensible.

The god stood up and stalked towards his victim, knife held deftly up to his lips in a silencing gesture. “Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I'm not here to hear you talk. I am here to tell you what to do. Is that clear?”

The man said nothing, only trembled. Loki brought the blade closer to Mullen's face. “I said, is that clear?”

“Yes...y...yess.”

“Alright.” He smiled maniacally. “See? That wasn't so hard. Now...listen. There was a very clever young lady who came to you yesterday, politely asking for a chance to advance her career and you shooed her away like a stray animal,” he said, growling the last few words.

Loki came closer, propping the knife under his chin and forcing Mullen's eyes to meet his own. “Rude, Mr. Mullen. Inexcusably rude...and it has drawn the attention of an entity you very much do not want to agitate. So, if you would like exit this room intact, you will do the following: you will apologize properly to that young lady, you will give her the chance she very much deserves, and you will not say a word about this meeting to anyone. If you dare to, I will do terrible, awful things to you. Do you understand? Do we have an agreement?”

“Y...ye...yes.”

“Good. Now,” Loki said crisply, then glanced at his watch, “my time is very precious Mr. Mullen, especially today, and I've already wasted too much on you. Maybe if you had given her the time she deserved we wouldn't have to deal with this little inconvenience. Have a nice day,” he said with a wide, menacing smile (more of a showing of teeth than a sign of happiness), as he swanned out of the room.

Now, Loki thought as he walked down the hall with a spring in his step and a smirk on his lips, I have a date.

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[faffreux]

(This is NOT spam btw! I'm very sorry to write such a long text!)

I just simply hope it's okay for a random person who just started following your blog to talk to you... (With the question thing, not with DMs)

Okay, so now, first of all, your art is amazing and I love the fact that you love Fawful really much. I very recently started getting interested in Fawful (very recently, since last Friday!). And before what I'm going to say next, it's happy to see someone who dedicates lots of money and time on the character they love.

Now, with that being said...

I know a character who looks pretty similar to Fawful. He's called Smorty and he's from a webcomic called "N-Gendros". The webcomic is of dark humour, and there's often some kinda inappropriate things... But that's not important at this moment. I knew about Smorty before I knew about Fawful. They're so similar. They're both green, they both have spiral like eyes, and they both look like lil gremlins. When I first knew about Fawful, the first thing that came into my mind was "he kinda looks like Smorty". This is not any type of publicity, just wanted to tell it to you. :3

Here's how he looks like:

P.S. I'd ABSOLUTELY love if I could put images while being anonymous, but I'll have to put my account... 😭

Of course it's okay!! Anyone can message me, I never mind! (I'm also sorry for just now seeing this - I somehow missed it in my inbox and it's been like a week so-)

Thanks for the compliment on my art too. <3 That especially means a lot to me!

I like how Smorty here even has 'Wario' on the back of his little gaming device (or whatever that is LMAO) That's a fun detail. I've never heard of the webcomic but I may check it out briefly just to see! I love characters like this.

Thanks for the message and the kind words!!

[julie09tarot]

Hello Julie,

I hope the universe is treating you kindly 🤍

I was hoping to participate in your free readings but if it's too overwhelming right now, you can excuse my question. Otherwise, I will be patiently waiting. Please proceed at your own pace. Here's some of my energy for you ✨

Q: Have I been aligned with my higher self?/How can I be more aligned with my higher self

I'll be happy to share feedback in response and also please let me know if you would like me to rephrase my question.

Thank you so much for your time and energy!

Sincerely,

Casper the friendly ghost 👻

P.S. Try not to wear yourself out with these readings. Your time and energy is precious 🤍

😭😭😭

Casper! Crying loudly emojis because:

- I've seen you around Tumblr! You always have the most beautifully formatted questions (and great ones too)

- Indeed, I was a bit silly yesterday and took on way too many readings... it was exhausting, thank you for noticing and for the reminder to slow down! Much appreciated 💙💙💙

- Ahh, you are always so nice and friendly in general!

Now. Onto the reading we go (great question btw!). As per usual, feel free to leave what doesn't resonate, or ask for a follow-up.

It would seem as if you’ve been struggling with self-doubt or exhaustion when it comes to your personal growth. The 7 of Wands reversed suggests that you may feel like you’ve lost momentum or that external pressures have made it hard to stand firm in your truth. The Sun reversed points to a temporary dimming of clarity or joy—perhaps you’ve been questioning yourself too much or feeling disconnected from the simple, natural flow of life? Slowing Down is a clear reminder that alignment isn’t about pushing harder; it’s about allowing yourself to be present, to trust that growth happens in its own time.

Breaking Down the Cards

7 of Wands Reversed – You may feel like you’ve been trying to defend your progress or prove something to yourself or others, but now you’re running low on energy. This card suggests that rather than fighting uphill, it might be time to reassess what truly matters to you. Are you expending energy on battles that aren’t necessary? Letting go of resistance can bring you closer to your higher self.

The Sun Reversed – The Sun is a card of joy and clarity, but reversed, it can indicate that self-doubt, resistance or external stressors are clouding your ability to see things clearly. You may be overcomplicating what it means to be “aligned” when, in reality, your higher self is always present—it’s just a matter of reconnecting with what brings you a sense of lightness, joy and authenticity.

Slowing Down (Osho Zen) – The answer isn’t in doing more but in allowing yourself to be. This card suggests taking a gentler approach, embracing stillness, and trusting that alignment comes naturally when you stop forcing it. Instead of rushing forward, consider what it would feel like to simply be in the present moment.

Affirmations

I allow my path to unfold with patience and trust.

I do not need to fight for clarity—peace comes when I allow myself to simply be.

I align with my higher self by honoring my own rhythm and needs.

You don’t have to fight so hard to be aligned—your higher self has never left you. Even in moments of doubt, you are still growing, still becoming, and still deeply connected to your truth.

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[yallemagne]

This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?

[le-panda-chocovore]

What do you think are Aizawa and Yamada’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic?

So, I don't see many Eraserhead/Present Mic shipper, so glad when finding your blog...(Hope you don't mind I use the same frame from your satosugu ask)

P.s 1

Can I ask, why did you dislike BNHA ending?

I know it's anti climatic but for BKDK shipper (me) the last 20-25 chapters feels like out of some fanfics. I can't believe we got that many BKDK canon moments and no canon m/f ending... (Sorry if you're anti Bakugou or anti BKDK, please don't hate me)

P.s 2

Now, that we got the feel of JJK ending, which did you feel more disappointed, JJK ending or BNHA ending?

Sorry for the late answer, I completely forgot about this ask 😭😭

I don't post much about Erasermic because I'm far out of my MHA hyperfixation. I still love them obviously but I stopped being obsessed with them 2 years ago so you probably quickly get bored if you follow me for that kind of content

Why I love them ? Well, they're the moonlight x sunshine cliché trope, PLUS they're best friends to lovers !! They met in high school and stay together, Aizawa is kind of a tsundere and Mic constantly calls him out on that ! And they're really cute together. Also, they're liars.

Aizawa pretends he doesn't but he cares so much about people he's willing to risk his life to protect them. And he knows that. He knows it's bad and dangerous too, which is why he teaches everyone around him to not do the same thing. Aizawa believes in his people, he believes they can change, they can do better, and he believes most people deserve to be saved. He's actually a sweetheart.

Mic is way less nice than he wants you to believe. He's impulsive and says his thoughts out loud, and most times they're insulting. He's kinda selfish, which doesn't mean he's a bad hero btw. He sees villains as criminals, he doesn't respect them, and doesn't care about them. He's not very merciful or lenient. He wasn't going to give Shirakumo/Blackmist a chance. He accused Bakugo of fighting seriously during a fighting tournament. Of course he's not on an extreme level of grudge and resentment, but Aizawa is more willing to forgive people than Mic is.

They complete each other and I love that. I love how they changed during the manga. Aizawa started as a scary and strict teacher, and Mic looked like the cool and positive teacher. At the end of the manga, Aizawa keeps smiling and being so pure and lovely, while Mic is bitter and frustrated and sad, and can hardly bring himself to laugh. I love them.

A few years prior I would say much more things about them but I haven't read an mha fanfiction for a while so my analysis isn't that deep. Also I don't feel like answering the weaknesses/strength thing today.

Anyway, as for the ending, of course it's great for BKDK shipper, which I am a part of. And no I'm clearly not a Bakugo hater, he's one of my favorite characters, I love him. I also think he has one of the best character development in the entire serie. So, yeah, this is the perfect bakudeku ending, they're so sweet and cute, but this doesn't mean I like the Manga Ending as a whole epilogue.

I'd say I'm just not the target audience. I guess I forgot MHA was a classic shonen with power of friendship and all. Problem fixed and everyone's happy I guess ? It's cute on paper but I don't buy it. I think Hiroshima didn't realize how deeply philosophical his work would be. There're serious moral and ethic and politics themes showing that there is an obvious problem in the Hero Society and the only way to change it is to destroy the Hero Society. Not change it from the inside. Destroy it, the way they did in JJK when they killed the Zenin clan, the Higher Ups and Tengen. The ending seems nice, but it's very superficial, very idealistic. (Almost) Every villain is dead or dying but there's no major loss on the heroes' side ? All Might and Edgeshot are impossibly still alive ? They all go back to school after after the war, as if the public image of Heroes hasn't been shattered to pieces ? What the fuck is this nonsense ? It's not fair, it's not right.

There are entire arcs about the villains, their lives, and their convictions. I know more about Toga than I do about Jirou or Momo, and you're saying me the students win and live happily in the world they rebuilt ? The LOV members are still seen as awful monsters and their voice aren't shared with anyone anymore ? Don't get me wrong, I didn't want the league to win, but it would have been fair for them to manage to destroy something else than buildings.

It's an idealistic ending and I guess people need to believe we can change the world that way, so I'd let them that. You can like it, it was enjoyable, the same way the last chapter of JJK was. But personally, I don't thing that story should have led to that.

I don't really want to debate about it, like I said, I'm over MHA.

I'm not disappointed in JJK's ending because all I wanted was for this to end. I'm not disappointed with MHA either because I stopped having expectations a while ago. I think I like the JJK one better though.

[messymosaic]

What would you say is the most interesting thing about Makorra's relationship development throughout the show?

Mine would be when Korra thinks about jumping off the cliff and killing herself after losing her "identity" as the Avatar. They do end up getting together & being torn apart in Book 2 (Bryke really hate happily ever afters if it isn't THEIR ship which just shows how pathetically childish they are & always will be)

Mako KNOWS Korra is absolutely broken after losing her bending but refuses to leave her 🥺

Korra tries to distance herself from him, thinking now that she's not The Avatar, he's better off without her. Which is very interesting as we see the consequences of her being raised & trained to be The Avatar since she was a baby.

Korra doesn't know who she is without her role as The Avatar, which is sad af even if it's understandable, given all we know about her backstory. Mako knows who she is without her role and is the most important character to Korra.

Mako's development could've been leagues better than what we got but unfortunately Bryke didn't have Elizabeth Welch to piggyback off of to make any of these characters really feel fleshed out. Hell, Asami could've easily been a villain turned hero which would've been a million times better than being basically a glorified background character that just so happens to be part of Team Avatar.

Anyways, I got carried away lol btw the Makorra Discord link is expired. Can you give a new link so all the Makorra survivors, myself included, can have a new place to call home?

First of all, this whole essay writing energy you've got going on? I LOVE IT. This is exactly the kind of passion we want over at the gc.

Second of all, that cliffside scene is a chef's kiss of a moment. I would blabber about it, but for brevity's sake, you can find my thoughts on the scene here.

Thirdly and finally, your question is a thinker. I find Makorra's relationship as a whole to be interesting- spelling out how and why requires a whole separate Tumblr post. (This is me saying you inspired me to write an essay. Give me 3-5 business days. Follow the account to get notified when it's up. )

P.S. If you need more incentive to join, "Asami should've been a villain" is a hot topic on the gc. So hot it turns up like three times a year.

[gracevanpelt]

Hi! So this is looooonnng overdue but I'm just really shy and there's a couple things I wanna say so bear with me 😅

Firstly I wanna thank you and @danidrabbles for writing Triumvirate. It's of the best Javi P fics I've read and one of my favorite series ever. I cannot tell you how often I think about Javi, reader, and Katie like they're constantly on my mind, and as a bi-curious girlie let's just say this story made me have some realizations... 🤭 The way you guys write flows so naturally, the smut is so hot but the tenderness and angst are right on par. The characterizations and plot development are exquisite. I seriously can't wait for the next part(s) and for Javi and Katie to break a certain rule 👀 But also, bring on the heartbreak!!

Secondly, since you said you're open to requests, I'd die for another Javi one-shot like you did with Marks. Perhaps something with a secret workplace romance vibe where reader is also in the DEA? Or something in the TEU (that's Triumvirate Extended Universe) like the night Javi used handcuffs on the reader? Or whatever you want honestly anything you come up with is bound to be 😙🤌

Thirdly I just wanna say I love your blog and your tags in particular; I can almost always tell when a reblog is yours just from the tags lol. You were the first blog I followed in the Pedro fandom iirc because of the JPHM gifs (iconic btw) and I'm so glad I did :)

P.S. Your love for all things western is so endearing considering you're not American haha but you should listen to the song Wild West Hero by ELO I think it's very much your vibe

Okay that's all for now 😌💋

hi!!!!!!! thank you so so much for sending this, it literally made my day!!!!!

triumvirate is so important to me, you have no idea, because i started writing it around the same time i was finally willing to admit to myself that i'm bi, and it actually started out as this hungover idea that quickly evolved into so much more, mostly thanks to dani @danidrabbles. we're currently working on the next part but i think it's still gonna take some time. but i'm screaming about you saying it made you have some realizations!!! it sounds like a true reader-insert moment for you 🤭

i would love to write another javi one-shot because he's one of my favorite characters to write for!!! i'm either gonna make it a stand-alone one-shot or something that's part of the TEU (i'm obsessed with that abbreviation btw i'm gonna use it all the time from now on)!! so i will definitely keep the office romance and/or the handcuffs in mind 👀 i'm currently in the middle of writing a multi-chapter joel story though, so it might take me some time to get to the javi fic (however, i can promise you if you enjoyed triumvirate you will also enjoy the joel fic very much, it's also about how to navigate complicated relationships)

i love that you can recognize my blog from the tags alone, that's really funny!!! but wow jphm was such a long time ago 👀

thank you for the song rec, i will definitely listen to it!!! and being into westerns when you're not from the US is so hard 😔 like i'd love to buy some good cowboy boots and a nice hat but no ...... guess i'll have to wait until i make it to either the US or canada one day ....

[cilis-readings]

Hello there! I just saw your blog and read through your readings, and I love how you interpret them. Congrats btw on 300+ followers :)) I'd like to give the "release+retain game" a try. Idk have a favorite song at the moment, and I would prefer if you use tarot cards, but feel free to use whatever calls you. P.S. Really sorry if I didn't do this right. 🍀

hello! here’s what i got for you :)

deck: cirque du tarot by leeza robertson

cards: king of wands reversed and four of pentacles

release - king of wands reversed

the king of wands reversed points toward feelings of powerlessness, weakness, and maybe even arrogance. to me this card is telling you that you should let go of these feelings when they arise for you, take a step back and evaluate why you’re feeling these emotions. lift others up when you’re feeling down, kindness radiates from person to person!

retain - four of pentacles

the four of pentacles represents stability and accumulation in the sense of finances! this is saying that you’re coming into an episode of financial stability and growth! develop healthy spending habits, but don’t feel like you have to be frugal with your money.

[fat-fem-and-asian]

full thoughts post season (not all positive and also spoilers)

S2 felt much stronger than S1 overall -- mainly for the reasons I listed above. It was much freer in what characters get to interact and I think that the plot was fairly efficient at getting things done. I also loved the performances and the songs in the second half of the season! They were all so fun and high energy! Cecily's 11 o'clock was a season high for me and it was such a sweet moment. I could really go on for hours about everything I loved. The sets. The costumes. The chandelier drop. The songs were so good! So much to praise!

The finale was a bit of a let down though. It contradicted it's own themes of happiness and misses the mark of why Schmicago's musicals were as dark as they were. Historically, they're from an era of confusion and protest that rejected American post-war golden age narratives.

Hair is staunchly anti-capitalist and anti-war; JCS is built around revolution and breaking down the barrier between god and man; Chicago and Cabaret explore how decadence and immorality can come hand in hand; Sweeney Todd and Pippin's plots hinge on the cyclical nature of violence. You get the picture. They all address themes of deep personal and worldly unhappiness and ask the audience to reflect too.

Schmicago best addresses this in episode 4 during a conversation between Melissa and Josh. They got married, moved out to the suburbs, followed the blueprint - so why aren't they happy? It's a subtle performance from Cecily and Keegan that broke my heart. And I loved it! It makes sense for Schmicago to challenge Schmigadoon, and by proxy, Melissa and Josh's relationship.

The finale song, "A Happy Beginning", is the literal thesis of the season (great song btw). Happy endings don't exist, things don't work out the way you thought, but you still go on to the next day. You define happiness, not the other way around.

So, when the show frames a baby, not their individual goals, as the happy ending of the show? It's confusing! It deflates Melissa and Josh's arcs. What about their personal desires? Melissa's love of performance and Josh's mentoring? A child can be a happy and desirable goal, but the season spends little time showing this (even with a show full of orphans!). It's hardly established that either of them have a genuine longing for children, at least no more than they wanted a house in the suburbs.

This feels similar to the issues I had with S1's finale. Schmigadoon followed tropes of the musical without question, even if the series emphasizes different values earlier. Josh and Melissa don't find each other in a grounded way, instead having a (admittedly sweet) grandiose reunion. Its unearned and counters the show's theme of small moments and actions defining relationships. The central issue in their relationship was masking poor communication with grand gesture and distraction. Similarly, the conflict of season 2 is not lacking a baby, it's a deeper feeling of dissatisfaction and the pressure to be happy in an unfair world. Does the finale really resolve this?

P.S. still love this show and it's gonna ruin my spotify wrapped cinco paul please don't get mad i only criticize bc i love this little show

okay i know its early but s2 schmigadoon is feeling much better than s1!

my main issue w/ s1 was really wrapped up in josh and mel and how little their chemistry was actually shown -- creating sort of weak subplots since they relied on that relationship and tension! but now we have a josh and melissa who obviously care about each other and have grown! josh can interact with the plot in a more interesting way than just rolling his eyes! melissa has a true personal motivation! i care about them a lot more this time and feel like i'm rooting for them in a way that was missing during s1. i was kinda just team ariana debose.

and everyone is used so, so well. jane krakowski is rolling in solos, kristen chenowith gets a cockney accent, and dove cameron is off doing chair tricks! everyone gets something fun and cool and is put in different dynamics that really help to showcase them as performers. love love love aaron tveit who can do no wrong. plus having keegan and cecily paired together lets them show off more of their comedic strengths and like they're not just talking to camera.

also fun to reverse their main partners! who knew that keegan and aaron could have such good chemistry or that cecily would play so well off of dove.

the plot is tighter, the characters are more dynamic, and the songs are just as good. maybe even better! honestly i went in with low expectations but i have pretty high hopes for the rest of the season! i know there will be some more fun numbers and other characters to get in to, and maaaybe the plot won't be as cut and dry as we think. maybe. even if it's not i will have a damn good time watching schmicago

[angelst4re]

Okokok hear me out !!

Brian (fast food nation) being a perv , stalking popular reader’s socials and jacking off to her bikini pics 👀 👀 maybe he accidentally likes one 😭😭😭

i love this idea so much...

Weirdo- Brian Wilcox x Fem Reader [part 1]

warnings: male masturbation, pervy brian, facebook

notes: i'm making a part 2 to this right now!!!!!!!! p.s. this isnt proof read (surprise!)

part 2!

Brian sat down at his desk and signed into his Facebook- just like any other day. He scrolled through his home page, commenting stupid things on his friends’ posts, and liking his mum’s new profile picture. That was when an idea popped into his head, he would search your name. 

When he found you, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never gotten over how beautiful you are, you caught his eye when he first saw you at school, then Mickeys when you came with your friends. He wanted to introduce himself or something but your bitch of a friend Angela came to order instead. 

He clicked on a picture of you with a boy, he got jealous for a moment before realising it was a family member of yours- or at least you had the same last name as him. Then he found a picture of you that Angela had posted, you looked so gone. Your eyes screwed shut, a giant smile on your face whilst holding up a bottle of wine. 

Then he saw it. A picture of you on the beach with a skimpy bikini, fuck your body was so beautiful. He loved the way your ass looked there. Suddenly, he felt quite flustered, then he felt it. 

Shit. He was hard. 

He told himself he’d go look for some porn or something to get off to instead, maybe one of the copies of Playboy he had hidden under his bed. But it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be you. 

Feeling quite ashamed, he pulled down his black joggers, along with his boxers, and grabbed the box of tissues next to his bed. He took his cock into his hand and began to pump himself into his fist, groans of “fuck!” and “y/n” fell from his mouth as he threw his head back, imagining you were the one touching him, taking him into your mouth, or between your tits, he just wanted you. 

He imagined the places he would fuck you- consentually. It included the staff bathroom at Mickeys, his car, his bed, his kitchen, classrooms at school, the beach you were at with the bikini, anywhere. 

When he realised he was getting close, he brought himself to look at your picture again, trying to zoom in on your ass, or your tits, or your thighs, or your smile- shit. His hand slipped. He pressed the ‘like’ button. Just as this panic had arisen, he came all over himself, forgetting to take any tissues out of the box. 

“FUCK!”

* * *

Later, when he decided to log back on to his Facebook he saw he had a message, it was from… you.

He was frightened for a moment, wondering if you had some way of seeing him through his computer, or if you secretly installed cameras in his room, or if you were hiding in his room somewhere. He was so creeped out. 

He clicked on your name where it came up with his messages, worried he had creeped you out. When he read it, he wasn’t sure what to think at first, then he read it again. And again. And again. 

‘Hey weirdo :P’ you wrote 

What should he say back? He was literally sweating as his hands hovered on top of his keyboard, he didn’t want you to think he was weird, but he knew he already failed at that. Shit. 

‘Hey gorgeous’ would make him sound like some kind of pedo, especially after accidentaly liking a bikini pic- FUCK. he forgot to unlike it. 

In the end, he settled with a ‘Hiii :)’, maybe you would think he was too enthusiastic? Yet again, he had just gotten off to one of your pictures. 

‘Like what u saw? ;)’ you replied almost in an instant. 

‘What?’

‘I have plenty more btw…’

‘I dont know what u mean?’

‘Cmon Brian. I saw. You liked it. Dont play stupid.’

‘Fuck’ he replied, followed by ‘It was my friend’

‘Whtvr u say weirdo’

‘U r the weirdo’

‘What?’

‘Messaging me? What did u want out of this?’

You took a while to reply to this, he sat staring at his screen in anticipation 

‘Why me?’

‘What?’ 

‘Out of all of us. My friends. They’re so much prettier. So why me?’

He couldn’t believe what he was reading, there’s no way in a million years he would ever find your friends attractive in the slightest. Then another message from you popped up,

‘Pls Brian. Be honest’

‘i think ur beautiful. Ur friends are assholes. They r not attractive either so don’t think for a minute u r uglier than them.’ he worded that wrong, he thought to himself. 

‘Awhh’ you replied, ‘i rly like u Brian. When i see u at school i wish we could be friends. U seem so cool.’ 

Brian would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered by this. 

‘I’m working 2nite its gonna b boring. Come 2 Mickeys. 8pm’

‘See u there :)’

What the fuck just happened to him.

[sangopearls]

— them with a high-energy s/o

CW: NONE APPLICABLE.

“Would you be willing to write for female characters? If so, can i have Kokomi and Ayaka with a high energy s/o? Btw your writing is really good!”

💌 @dragonqueenofice

went with the leading four 5-star inazuma ladies for this one <3333

characters featured: ayaka, yoimiya, baal, kokomi

kamisato ayaka ✧˖*࿐

she’s so mellow and patient she would kinda just roll with your flow. it’s the dead of night but you wanna climb down to the beaches of her estate and collect seashells? give her a second to fix her hair and she’ll be outside

when ayaka first saw the message her attendant handed to her, she knew exactly who sent it.

“the beach, midnight, bring the biggest bag you can- we’re seashell gathering!” the message reads, “P.S.- don’t worry about your guards catching us. i’ve caught on to their friday night drinking habits! ;)”

ayaka chuckles to herself and folds the letter neatly.

“my lady? what were the contents of such a message?” her attendant asks.

ayaka shakes her head. “could you please prepare me a large bag and a coat on my dresser before i go to bed tonight?” she requests.

“of course, my lady,” the attendant replies with a bow, “are you going somewhere? i can ask a guard to escort you?”

“that’s a secret to be kept between me and the sender of this letter,” she says with a smile.

yoimiya ✧˖*࿐

you guys are both super enthusiastic and only feed off of each other i pity any tired person around you

but nevertheless, this leads to loads of fun all the time

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]!” yoimiya squeals, “c’mon, the fireworks show is about to begin!”

“aw, but just one more round of darts!” you protest, “if i pop that gold balloon, i win that big tanuki plushie for you!”

“it’ll be there after the show!” she counters, gripping your hand, “let’s go! i have a special spot!”

with a tug, yoimiya runs up the hill of the festival venue, your kitsune mask nearly flying off your head. she runs almost too quickly for the average human, but the speed and her enthusiasm rips fits of laughter out of you as you follow your girlfriend uphill. she stops under the tree at the crest of the hill and places her hands on her hips.

“sit down, [Y/N], this is the best seat in the house!” she proclaims proudly, watching as you do as told.

“you better join me,” you tease, grabbing her hand and yanking her down so that you can lean your head on her shoulder. she wraps her arms around your head to hold you still as she places a kiss to the crown of your head.

“keep your eyes peeled, [Y/N],” yoimiya advises, “i was careful to pack extra fireworks in your favorite color.”

baal ✧˖*࿐

poor baal

it’s hard to maintain an empire of tyranny when your needy energetic s/o wants cuddles constantly 🙄🙄🙄 just girly things ig

“baal, are you almost done?” you ask from your chair in her office.

“[Y/N], i still have to finish approving these permits,” she grumbles, completing another one with a swift stroke of her brush and setting it aside. an entire stack still awaits her acknowledgment.

“aw… but i’m so needy, baal,” you coo, putting your jaw in your hands and glancing at the floor, watching your feet shuffle, “c’mon, the almighty shogun can’t take a break to give her beloved a kiss?”

“i’ll give you plenty of kisses once we go to bed,” she promises, albeit somewhat frustrated at your neediness, “but i am the ruler and that comes with more than its fair share of work.”

you stand and approach her, swinging one of your legs over her legs and sitting on her lap, her face just inches from yours. she glances up, a storm of anger brewing in her violet eyes, meeting your dopey grin. you peck a kiss to the tip of her nose and chuckle to yourself. the woman sighs and presses her lips to yours for a moment before pulling back, her expression as stony as before.

“now move,” she says, despite a dust of pink across the high points of her cheeks, “that stunt you pulled must’ve put me two documents behind schedule.”

sangonomiya kokomi ✧˖*࿐

like ayaka, she’s also pretty level-headed.

she also finds your childlike spirit absolutely adorable and has a wide variety of sweet names for you :)

“kokomi! kokomi!” you call, opening the door to the room where she drafts military plans, “while i was out exploring, i found so many sango pearls!”

the young woman glances up and smiles. “i love those!” she gasps, “i used to gather them all the time when i was little. i’m so grateful you like it here at watatsumi island, angel.”

you place your collection of pearls on her desk. “i love it here. it’s so colorful, it takes my breath away every time,” you sigh, “let’s go for a stroll! are you up for a break?”

kokomi weighs her options. “just a little one?”

you nod your head. “unless you wanna stay with me longer!”

kokomi giggles and stands. “as you wish, my love,” she weaves her delicate hand into yours and places a kiss to your cheek, “such a distraction… you truly are a challenge for my work ethic, but indeed a welcome one.”

[arknights-imagines]

Hello! When I saw yoyr notif, I have never clicked on a notif so fast in my life. It's been quite a while Exe! So excited for this event. May I please have one Opera Cat Boy (Phantom) for take out? Thank you! (P.s. I'm actually dying over here coz I can't choose between Phantom and Exe, but Mr. Singing Gentleman don't have much love here, so time to drown him with affection and love! Wheeee!)

-Ocean [the pun is intentional, btw. ;)]

Omg aaa look at all of them the amount of Phantom requests I've gotten is crazy 😮 tysm!! I really really hope everyone enjoys this one 🥺, I put some extra love into it svhsgshs 💞

From, Phantom

Valentine's Day Letter and Date Event

As you head through the Rhodes Island Landship quietly, returning to your room for the night, you can't help but admire all the Valentine’s Day decor adorning the halls. You can still sense the lingering mirth and delight of the Operators and staff who were amassing in the hallways preparing for the celebratory day; though now, the halls are dark and silent.

A yawn comes from you, and you stretch your arms as you near your room door - however something in the shadows causes you to go still. A pair of azure eyes low to the ground stare into your own wide ones.

It’s Miss Christine, sat patiently outside the door of your room. As you approach, whispering her name in question, her pair of tails flick side to side and her eyes peer up at you. You tilt your head to the side, you crouching low and gently petting the top of her head; you’re worried for a moment, wondering if she maybe got separated from her owner. That is before you notice the cat is carrying something in her mouth.

From her, you take in your hand a carmine red envelope closed with a seal of white wax; the corner previously in Miss Christine’s mouth is a little wet, but apart from that the envelope is in pristine condition. From the wax that’s pressed neatly and the spotlessness of its crimson paper, it’s very clear the letter was handled with sincere care - such points to only one person.

You smile softly - you have the slightest assumption as to what’s going on here with Miss Christine and the red envelope, however you don't speak on it. Instead, you stand to unlock your room door. When you head further into your room to take a seat on your bed, Miss Christine follows and jumps atop your nightstand. You watch as she circles then sits beside the hand-crank music box there; she purrs and paws at it. Your eyes soften as you mutter quietly, “I like the music box a lot too, Miss Christine”, and the events of Christmas return to your thoughts. You wonder what your lover, a certain Feline, has planned this time.

A meow from the cat returns you to reality; your attention falls to the envelope in your hands. You finally open it, pulling a sheet of paper filled with oh-so-familar cursive handwriting from inside; Miss Christine watches you as your twinkling eyes begin reading the rows of words.

--------------------

My darling [name],

I dearly hope this letter has come to you safely; I’d have delivered it to you myself, or perhaps even told you these words I’ll shortly write whilst I look into your eyes, but I’m afraid I can’t as I have much to plan for us. I’ll entrust the delivery of my letter to Miss Christine. I hope this will be enough.

I can imagine curiosity dancing on your face now…but I can't share more with you, not yet. When it is time, I promise you I’ll reward you for your patience, little kitten.

A romantic occasion is nearing; yes, Valentine’s Day. A time capturing intimacy and tenderness, it is a joyous time for many. In the past, when I did not have to hide in the darkness, I used to watch the sweetness of Valentine’s Day. In Victoria, couples would come hands intertwined to shows performed by myself and those I travelled with; they always imbued the theatre with warmth and mirth. It would even influence me from time to time. Yes, a marvellous sight it was.

Though; while I was not lonely back then, I also did not have a lover nor anyone I cherished enough to wish to spend Valentine’s Day with. Then Oripathy ended everything. Since then, I was certain I would never be allowed the chance to love someone deeply. No one should linger with me and the darkness for too long, it’s not something anyone should have to bear. And so it astounds me, [name], how you remain with me today.

Though you’ve seen me as I am, the lives I’ve ended, the darkness that follows me no matter where I go, you have refused to leave my side. You have loved me despite it all. Little kitten, I’m truly undeserving of the love you've given me, but I am ever grateful.

I could write you a lifetime of love letters….but unfortunately, I don’t have a lifetime. Oripathy, my Infection, won’t allow me one. In the past, this wouldn't trouble me so. Tell me, [name], is it because of you that I selfishly wish to I live my life in full now? I’ve never really thought about that, devoting my living years to anything. But now, I see.

Little kitten, my love for you is so profoundly earnest; not only for Valentine's Day, but always. It’s like a flame burning within me. It almost hurts…like it'll kill me.

If I continue to say those three words I yearn so awfully to say, I’ll become yours forever. [Name]; for me, there is no turning back after this step. But…would that be so bad? To belong with you? The love I desire to share with you, one that lasts for eternity, can't happen without a little faith. Then, perhaps…I should give believing a try.

My little kitten, my only [name]; I love you. Now, always, and forever. I’ll do as you wish and should you ever desire me, I’m always here.

Something came over me, I’ve lost my way with my thoughts and words; this letter is meant to be for the occasion of Valentine’s Day. I deeply apologize, little kitten.

The memories of Christmastime still linger in my mind. The sight of music box and the letter I gifted you for Christmas placed near your bed side at Rhodes Island is something my thoughts seem to often drift to. My past nights have been spent thinking about how I may celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. Finally, I believe I’ve thought of something fitted perfectly for us, and it’s time for the show to begin.

No need to go looking for me, little kitten, everything has been arranged. If you wouldn’t mind, dress for a grand occasion before you leave. An ever generous colleague of ours has offered to escort you safely to where we will meet; when you see her, please relay my gratitude.

Once more, I love you deeply; [name], my little kitten. I hope it will not be much longer until I am able to see you.

Everlastingly yours,

Lucien

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Your heart is racing as you come to the conclusion of Phantom’s letter. The sincerity in every one of his handwritten words is almost tangible; a warmth you’re unable to describe spreads to your whole body, as if the Feline has come and wrapped you in the warm black cloak he wears.

The addendum written at the bottom of the paper includes a floor number and room number on the Rhodes Island Landship. You notice that Phantom is pointing you towards Rhodes Island’s Motor Pool - where the aircrafts and land vehicles are kept. You grin at the letter, then at Miss Christine; and with that, you begin preparing to leave.

You dress in carefully chosen clothing - Miss Christine seems to purr in approval when she sees your completed outfit -, safely tuck Phantom’s letter on your person, then finally you head out the door of your room with the cat trailing behind you.

You’re surprised when you enter the Motor Pool and approach the lot number written by Phantom as you’re greeted by Blue Poison, who’s leaning against a sleek black car. “[Name], hey. Happy Valentines to you and Phantom.” She grins a little at you, and when she looks at your outfit her eyes widen, “You’re glowing. He’s going to be speechless when he sees you.” Your cheeks warm a little at her words, but before you can reply she’s already opened the door to the car and motioning for you to hurry inside.

When you and Miss Christine settle into the passenger seat of the car, you turn to the Anura and thank her; she shakes her head, however, explaining how she still owes Phantom from a while ago. She wastes no time and starts to drive.

At last, Blue Poison halts the car in a quiet city square of Victoria; you quickly give her thanks once more before exiting the car hastily. Your gaze looks this way and that - it’s captured by a Feline clad in a rich suit stood on the sidewalk in front a grand building. As Miss Christine runs towards her owner, you follow behind her and eagerly call his name, “Lucien!”

Phantom looks up - the copper of his irises twinkle as he meets your eyes and tenderness fills his countenance. He seems breathless as he speaks to you, “Little kitten, you’re finally here.” Miss Christine circles his ankles and earns herself a moment of his attention, “Yes, you as well, Miss Christine. Many thanks for your help.”

You grin gently, then take a moment to observe your surroundings - the streets are quiet as only one or two people pass, and notice that you and the Feline are stood in front of a time-worn theatre. You look back at him in inquiry, “What are we doing here tonight?”

In reply to your question, the Feline unearths from an inner pocket of his suit coat a pair of theatre tickets and places one in your palm; his hand lingers there, “I wanted you to see a musical play today, for Valentine’s. But...” Phantom sighs slightly, fingers going to the Oripathy Monitor around his neck, “With this device pressing on my throat and my Infection tainting my voice, I can’t give you a show worthy of your audience…but we still may enjoy one alone together. So late at night, the theatre will be almost empty, though the actors will take the stage with their best even so.”

Smiling at him sweetly, you lace your free hand with the Feline’s. “I’d love to, Lucien.” Your eyes glance down at the ticket he gave you - your eyes glimmer and your lips fall agape. It reads “Phantom of the Opera” as the play you and the Feline will be watching.

Phantom slides his hand upwards in order to link your arm with his own; he turns to face the doors of the theatre with an affectionate smile and emanating a love you fail to describe, “Come now, my little kitten. The show will start very soon.”