#pretty please I am begging you

[star-named-riddle]

Help a writer out

For the sake of variety (because we have awesome prompts but they're mostly pretty words) I need:

5 colour prompts

10 objects

5 food items

3 weather prompts

3 settings

This is about Bellamort microfics and I'm currently at 39/61 prompts

You can still send in asks with whatever prompt you feel like throwing me (no names, no locations, single word prompts if you please)

Just throw words at me. Send asks (anonymous or not), reblog this with prompts, leave me something in the notes. You don't even have to like the pairing, just throw me a bone here.

[fireladybuckley]

I can’t believe a boyfriend made a silly sex joke to lighten the mood after both partners had a moment of vulnerability. The audacity. The horror. The normalcy! Unbelievable. How dare a conversation about feelings turn to levity. How dare a couple have a light chat about trauma-related things over dinner that doesn’t turn into an incredibly deep heart to heart instead of a joke and moving on. Unbelievable. I’m never watching this show again! 👎🏻

[aracariwren]

Imps of Miitopia

Alternate coloring + trivia:

They're drawn in order by their number in the journal.

There are 2 imp Miis because there are 2 different costume models (like every job's gear) and also because I wanted to draw both the 3DS and Switch promo/default Miis.

I didn't draw a face on the blue imp (Imp "Cheery Granny"/"Traveler's Friend"/"Teammate"/"YOU") because since they're the only imp monsters who have an entire face, they vary so much throughout everyone's playthroughs depending on what Miis you have.

I also made the blue imp's collar similar to the Dark Lord's because this imp resembles the Dark Lord the most, and they only appear as bosses, so the Dark Lord must value them a lot... They're the ones he calls on for help, after all.

For the imp, naughty imp, and clever imp, whatever eyes/glasses they had when they first popped up in the journal, those were the ones I drew.

I've never played the Switch version of Miitopia so seeing the red fiend threw me for a loop.... look at him... waffle fiend....

Spoilers are for the imp Miis' outfits (because one is end-game and one is post-game) and both the terror fiend and the red fiend (mostly/only encountered post-game). Mostly for the red fiend.

Thank you for reading, I leave you with this terror fiend gif. (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Ok, I'm finally starting on (and re-doing in better quality some that I've already posted) "The Batman" gifs. I don't know how long it'll take me, but here we go! 🫴🦇

[ Part One ] | [ Part Two ] | [ Part Three ] | [ Part Four ]

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Obsessed with the way @basyacriptid drew my fae au Eclipse so i made my own version of that, only the head tho because thats all my energy can do rn

[ssongsboo]

steve x reader x hyungseok???? steve?????

i have been summoned sierra....... these are insane i love your works i love your writing i love you i am so CRAZY!!!!!!

and if u make a darkfic blog i will be following

also an euijoo thought... making him jealous and he does a complete 180 in bed.... fucking u harder than he has b4.... marking..... i've also thought abt knife stuff w joojoo but i will save that... my god i need this man desperately i would be on my knees in a SECOND if he got the slightest bit mad at me literally would let him slap me silly then kiss it better and fuck me dumb

ANYWAYS euijoo is so fine need him to eat me out w his glasses on,,, and bonus points if we Both have our glasses on and they kinda clink together ksjsj i want him BAD.

<🐈‍⬛3

the door slammed shut behind you, and before you could even turn, euijoo was on you. his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you against his chest so quickly it stole your breath. his glasses glinted dangerously, but it was the heat in his eyes that made your stomach flip.

"you've got some nerve," he hissed, his voice dangerously low, his lips curling into a humorless smile. "looking at him like that, touching him like that- do you like making me mad? like seeing what it does to me?"

before you could reply, his hand tilted your chin up sharply, forcing you to look at him. his thumb brushed over your lip, deceptively soft, before his palm met your cheek in a sharp slap. the sting sent a shock through your system, and the ache between your thighs flared to life.

his lips were on you instantly, kissing the exact spot he'd struck, whispering against your skin, "that hurt, baby?" he asked with faux concern, though he didn't wait for an answer, dragging his tongue over the sting as if soothing it. "good. maybe now you'll think twice before pulling that little stunt again."

before you could process his words, his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was harsh, all teeth and tongue, a mess of frustration and desire that had you gasping for air. his glasses clinked against yours, but he didn't pull back- instead, it made him smirk against your mouth before biting down on your bottom lip.

"you're mine," he growled, lips trailing down your neck. his teeth grazed your skin before sinking in just enough to make you whimper. he sucked harshly, his tongue soothing over the mark as his hand pushed your head to the side, forcing you to bare more of your neck to him. "i want everyone to see it- every mark, every bruise. i want them to know exactly who you belong to."

he didn't stop at one. his mouth was relentless, leaving deep, blossoming marks along your neck and collarbone, each one more possessive than the last.

the sting mixed with the heat pooling in your core, and you could do nothing but submit, letting him claim you however he pleased.

he pulled back after a moment, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk. "perfect," he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you look so pretty like this- completely marked as mine."

he spun you around, shoving you onto the couch, your back hitting the cushions as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands tugging at your clothes like they offended him.

"you belong to me," he growled, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he yanked your panties to the side. "don't you ever forget that."

"but you don't get to have me just yet," he said, voice low and commanding. "you made me mad, darling. you're gonna have to earn it."

he pushed your legs apart with an almost careless strength, the cool air brushing over your bare skin making you shiver. you barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you, hot and relentless. the sight of him between your thighs, his glasses slipping slightly as he worked, was almost too much to handle.

you felt his tongue drag slowly, almost teasingly, before he delved deeper, groaning at the taste of you. his glasses pushed against your thigh as he tilted his head to get a better angle, his hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. the tension in the air was electric, and every stroke of his tongue sent you spiraling closer to the edge.

he pulled back just as your legs started to shake, his lips and chin glistening, a smug smirk playing on his face. "not yet," he murmured, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "you'll cum when i let you, got it?"

you nodded weakly, and he leaned forward to kiss you, his glasses clinking against yours again. the gesture was almost playful, but the fire in his eyes told you he wasn't done with you.

"good girl," he praised, pulling away and flipping you over effortlessly. "now, let me remind you who you belong to."

and when he finally entered you, his thrusts were harder than they'd ever been, his grip on your hips was bruising. every kiss, every bite, every slap of his hips against yours was a lesson, a declaration of ownership. your mind was spinning, each movement making your body arch toward the couch. the jealousy that had simmered beneath his usual playful demeanor exploded into raw, possessive energy.

when you whimpered his name, he leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "say it again," he demanded, his hand slipping under you to toy with your clit. "say who you belong to."

"you-" you choked out, your voice trembling. "i belong to you, euijoo." his lips curled into a smug smile as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "that's my girl."

he pushed you even further, driving you to the edge with a mixture of roughness and care that left your mind spinning. by the time he was finished with you, you were a trembling mess, barely able to form a coherent thought.

as you caught your breath, still draped over the couch, euijoo crouched beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair out of your face. his glasses were slightly askew, but the soft, caring glint in his eyes was back. he cupped your cheek- this time with nothing but tenderness- and kissed you sweetly.

"next time you want my attention, baby, just ask," he murmured, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. "no need to make me jealous- you know i'd give you the world if you wanted it."

[souenkun]

Sometimes I wonder why, exactly, did natori return to urihime, even though (1) she's a youkai, (2) it's confirmed early on during his first meetings with natsume (supposedly ~5 years after "a hand extended" took place in canon) that he still hated youkai at that point, and (3) he has no obligation to, especially after his arm was no longer cursed. Like, was there another factor contributing to it, aside from the kindness that natori actually inherently have (but had sadly not realized yet in his teenage years), and also him weighing on getting his own shiki?

These 4 panels might be the answer to that. Yes, urihime is born as the very same being that ruined natori's life, but she is also possibly the only one in his life back then who fully understood the weight of being hated so much for their presence and forsaken by everyone else because of it, to the point that one began to question why they were still alive after all that.

We also know that hiiragi was found in a similar situation (also a youkai who was forced to endure a life isolated in her own suffering, ready to let death take her when the chance was so near) until natori "saved" her again years later, even though natsume was the one who did the literal rescuing this time around. With this recurring theme, I wonder if natori had "saved" sasago too the same way, which would explain why his three shiki are so protective of him, even giving their all in doing so seemingly more out of love (judging from how they never want to leave him alone without at least one of them standing guard, or how they would jump to reassure him any chance they got), than because it was just their "duty" towards their master?

[yellow-computer-mouse]

Plural!Odysseus headcanons because you know what that man can fit so much trauma in hi- *he cracks in 2* uh oh

Ody - he/him

The silly

Shows up in Just A Man, ICHBW, and when Polites and Anticlea are haunting the narrative (that part of The Underworld, end of Love in Paradise and Get in the Water, etc)

Man was not prepared :[

Trauma holder

Odysseus - he/him

Our main man woohoo let's go

There for most of the musical, he's the star of the show! Namely Different Beast (the plan was Monster's idea), THATI, and Charybdis

Smartest dumbass you will ever meet

Host + core

Monster - he/it

The monster.

Starts to form in Remember Them, shows up in Monster (duh), 600 Strike, Odysseus, and some of WYFILWMA

He will do what he needs to protect his own.

Protector/swordsman + anger holder

System Info

Warriors of the Mind/Warriors System

Traumagenic

Greyout amnesia, can remember events but the emotions of it are muted. They know what they should feel when they recall memories, but it doesn't have any effect on them.

Long, fuzzy dissociation spells between switches. Harder to remember, too.

They do not know what is going on ever 😭 totally clueless wdym not everyone has a guy in their head making them kill people

[authorismyonlypersonalitytrait]

I need Will Solace to have black hair and green eyes in the Heroes of Olympus adaptation on Disney +. Nico saying Percy “wasn’t his type.” Would be so funny if they completely switched.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Drabble Challenge 2024 - Day 21: Belief

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Characters: Dame Aylin/Isobel Thorm

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The Shards do not question. The Slivers do not hesitate. Why was she, the embodiment of Selûne's belief in the value of this world, given the capacity?

"You needed a sword, yet you wrought me of flesh and bone. What am I to do, Mother, when doubt gnaws on me like rust upon a blade?"

Aylin murmurs her unusual prayer at the enclave's small altar, though she need only ever think the words. Perhaps she wants to be heard.

There is no answer - until familiar arms come around her from behind, and Isobel presses a soft kiss between her wings.

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[imgondeletedis]

all i am gonna say is yerin ha is a lucky lucky woman. im forever jealous.

[solemntoad]

and now for something nice

[hyperfixationtimego]

show me ur fave lioden lions rn pretty please I’m hyperfixating so hard

[goopysloppyslobsop]

Kinda late but I had a ton of fun even if artblock ran up from behind me and gut stabbed me when I wasn’t looking while working on this. But it’s here alive and well! Dtiys ran by dearest moot @ladylunora wonderful art, I thank them for supplying more vampires I needed in my life.

[crancisfrozier]

Franz Ferdinand performing a cover of "Call Me" ft La Roux - NME Awards 2009

[hersweetrevenge]

🔪 blood, blood, gallons of the stuff 🫀 [X]