#properly tagged now lol

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[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[jaylleoo14]

Yan!Jade x Vamp!Reader Drabble

“If you hate me so… then why do you smile so beautifully?”

Hands wrapped around his tender and proportioned neck; huffing on top of him like a savaged animal, pupils blown wide as your vision shakes and becomes disturbed. You’re practically drooling, frothing at the mouth as you eye him like food to feast upon. A surge of desire pumps through your veins, nails digging into his neck until it slowly creases into his skin. 

Jade could throw you off quite easily. A simple thrust of his palm into your elbow and it’d be enough to break your arm inward, or perhaps a kick to the rear end to have you fall forward and then he would grab you by the shoulders to toss you off of him. Though, despite all the possibilities he could possibly enact, he lays there with no struggle. As if accepting what fate would befall upon him. 

“You’re smiling as if you enjoy being choked yourself, Jade.” 

Your voice is low and graveled, strained as you clench your jaws together. And despite that hungry smile you’re fighting back to hold, the urge to bite down onto him and drink his blood is even harder to withstand when he’s in your grasp like this. 

“This is quite the sight to see you in, (name). It’s as if you might just eat me up alive, fufu~”

A click of the tongue is all you give in response, trying to keep your hands steady as you pin him on the floor. Your heart is thumping with a rapid pace and sweat drips down your face. Despite your hands wrapped around his neck, it's as if your hands has thoughts of its own and wants to wring him like a towel. But your sane state of mind is trying so hard not to hurt him and refrain from doing something you could regret. 

“Are you… Out of your mind? Why aren’t you… Why aren't you doing anything?”

You feel his gloved hands slide up to your arm, the fabrics being rubbed against one another as he presses against your body. It makes you tense up even more, and in this state he can observe that your senses are so much more sensitive. Your hold on him isn’t tight enough for him to lose the air streaming through his lungs. But he could feel the restraining and shaking pressure against his skin and tendons as you try to hold yourself back. 

“Oh aren’t you quite the hungry one? It’s quite amusing to see you holding me down like this with your hands around my neck. So starved. Hungry. Primal. Desperate. The things you fail to show when you aren’t looking at me so hungrily.”

His hands don't go to your wrists to try and pry you off, instead, he wraps his arms around your torso. As if encouraging you to drop lower and indulge in yourself. Teasing you, playing with you. Even though he's about to be choked, it’s as if he's planned for this moment. As if he’s still the one in control of this situation. 

“Stop it Jade.” Your smile widens a bit bigger, your eyes widen just a little more as it focuses on a particular spot on his neck. Despite your protest, you feel your desires blinding you more and more, as much as you try to keep yourself together, your crazed and animalistic desire makes you smile big in joy as you’re about to feast for the first time. 

“I’ve seen how you look at me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You tell me to stop, but you look so excited. Let me guess, is this going to be your first time? You’re practically exhilarated, (name).”

“Shut up. I… I don’t want to hurt you Jade.” 

And as he continues to watch and observe your face, he can only squeeze out a chuckle as tears start to dwell in your eyes. Despite that excited smile on your face, you really don't want to do this. He can see that you’re trying so hard to pull yourself back, to refrain on what you really want to do. Because the moment you sink in your virgin fangs into his neck, and lap up his blood, there will be no going back. 

Call him cruel all you want, but the truth is, Jade is. Jade wants to twist you up inside, watch you writhe and crumble, fill up his curious and sadistic, masochistic thoughts and desires. A sick and twisted, secretive freak that will not outwardly say- but display in manners where you’ll start questioning your own sanity. And all this is derived with his mere sense of corrupted love for you. Love that had bloomed in his pruned heart, a heart full of curious adventure that had spurred with enticement the moment he had found your secret. 

“I’ll be alright, (name). Why don’t you go ahead and indulge yourself.” His voice is soft, as if whispering into your ear like the devil on your shoulder. His arms press more down against your back, pushing your shaking figure down against him. “I have plenty to spare, don't you worry my little Pearl.” 

“I…I hate you Jade. I hate you… Why? Why would you…?” Your hot tears drip onto his cheeks, and your jaw finally loosens up. Releasing your hands from his neck, they adjust to lay on the hard floor beneath you both. The other hand goes over to the crown of his head, and you grab a fistful of his hair. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and yet his scent is making you drool. 

“Jade… You’re really crazy for this… Please, stop me.” Your mouth is already open, your fangs out ready to take a hearty bite in as your fangs shimmer so intimidatingly. He helps himself out and leans his head to the side, as if giving you more room to take your bite. Displaying his tantalizing neck some more, making it look so much more delectable as his collars roughly undone to reveal more of his skin. “I won't be able to go back! Jade, you won't be able to go back!” 

“I’m aware. Don’t be so afraid, (name). I made sure to taste extra good for you.” 

Your fangs hover over him, and even though his last words reveal a sense of lingering mystery, it was already too late once you tasted the blood of his ravishing body. 

A grunt. 

A small moan.

A sharp pain. 

A soothing pat on your head. 

And a fistful of hair in yours. 

Sevens, Jade was right. He did taste extra good. Or maybe, it was just because you were hungry. Still, his blood was delicious. And you hungrily suckled on the spot that you bit into, slurping every single last drop that seeped out of the opening you created into his skin. 

You can hear him chuckling, his warm blood heating your throat with every gulping swallow you make going down your throat. 

“Aren’t you adorable?” 

And once you had enough to satisfy your cravings, you felt as if you had captured your sanity again. Releasing him, you aggressively wiped your mouth and looked down at him with your chest rising and falling, panting as if you ran a marathon. Your face flushed, as he sat up to face you. 

“Weren’t you scared that I could kill you?” Your tears still hotly seep down hitting the palm of your hands with fat drops. 

“No. Because I knew you wouldn’t let me die. You’re too scared to let that happen.” He said as he rubbed the mark on his neck. 

“I'm not bleeding?” All he could feel was your saliva coated around where your lips were being pressed against his neck. No streaks of blood, completely gone and not smeared or slated across his skin. You shook your head, wiping your mouth and the tears that you were slowly drying out as you held yourself together.

“No, my saliva ensures to close the wound back up once I'm done, um… Drinking.”

When you turn your attention back to his face, you can't help but harden your expression once you have gathered enough sense. What the hell was going on in Jade’s mind? 

Call it a hunch, but Jade gets the feeling that you’ll come crawling back to him, again and again. Begging to drink more of him, allowing to be your little blood bag. But drinking such delicious blood doesn't come for free. Everything comes with a price, and Octavinelle is all about making bargains and deals. 

And now that you’ve taken the bait, he’ll ensure you’ll stay and get yourself reeled. A carrot on a stick tactic that has been effectively used, and he won’t mind using it consistently if needed. If it’s for you.

Just you.

“Let's make a trade, (name)”

A smile so wide, so cunning and sly. It's like he was looking down at you- you, trapped in a cage he was able to lure you in and lock you forever. As he pushes himself up from the ground, you get a tingling sense of his scent filling your lungs. When you scoot back, he leans forward. 

“Everytime you want to feast upon me, you have to allow me to indulge in something from you as well. Be it from giving you little errands to run for me, or to somethings more sporadic. But don't worry, those things will only come when you’d like to feast. To make it an equal and fair trade of course.” 

He leans over to you, hovering over you intimidatingly with his larger body. Caging you further to prevent you from escaping from his grasp. Clicking your tongue, you get a surge of goosebumps despite your hostile facial expression.

“Was this what you were after this whole time? Jade, you sly bastard.”

Is all you can seethe out. But god, now that his taste has already injected and poisoned your system, you can't help but get hooked up on it. To get addicted to it. 

To the taste of him. 

In fact, even though you just finished drinking his blood, a part of you wants to continue tasting him just to have his flavor continue coating around your taste buds. But you steel yourself by clenching your fists as you swallow your own saliva down your throat to coax yourself instead. 

He knows he’s awakened something inside of you. Something primal, something desperate, something full of glutton. And oh does he love knowing you need him. The fact that you’ll desire him. Maybe not in the same sense as he desires you, but it’s close enough. It’ll eventually be the same thing. Afterall, the gears are already turning and the script to his plan is already playing out the way he planned. It’s all a matter of time as pieces start falling into place. 

And did I forget to mention that Jade is a very, persistent and patient man?

[art-from-the-juice-box]

wonderlust stuff :]

[codgod-moved]

sqiblings

[ketchup-chup]

What if I made a post about how Reborn is actually super observant and a really great communicator? What if I made a post about how Reborn's closed off nature and attitude is a deliberate choice on his part and not because he's emotionally stunted or unable to communicate his feelings? What if I said he's incredible at reading people, and providing guidance to his students and to the others outside of his "spartan training" or being a strict tutor? What if I said he's very capable of being a comforting and kind person (look at how he treats Yuni at anytime or the girls, especially during the future arc), and if he doesn't act this way it's for a reason (either because he doesn't want to comfort them (lambo) or it wouldn't be beneficial to their growth to coddle them (Tsuna)) What if I made a post about how Reborn isn't as simpleminded or one note as people write him?

[italyveneziano]

Old redraw of an even older drawing ☺️ They are the father and son ever. To me (please don't tag as ship!)

[antoineee-x3]

🪐.

hi, sorry for jumpscaring yall w angst here on main, have this as compensation.

[zoomzooml]

Death of the Sky Torcher (or my version of Serpent's release that would never get a green light in a kid show lmao)

[shaadowmilkcookie]

class doodle… i want to see snapdragon kill people

[feketeribizli]

incoming call for marci

picks up on the first ring giggling kicking his feet

[doubleedgemode]

Happy summer, everybody!

This has been a big project to take and while there's stuff to improve I'm pretty happy with it. Be sure to zoom in the big picture for details and read the comic from left to right. (Needless to say, please don't try A.B.A's behaviour.. For your safety)

Bonus doodle:

[starrysharks]

i want to delete my twitter account so fucking bad

[amadelii]

In another world--

That one scene from Pride (tee hee) and Prejudice but its um... Them.

More versions under the cut!

I couldn't decide which frame style I liked so here's a bunch!

[mattzerella-sticks]

Thinking about the current X-Men serieses, and how they have framed Rogue and Cyclops as the new Xavier and Magneto. And I have to laugh at the beautiful storytelling set-up of -

Xavier's first student, his most loyal soldier, who Xavier most likely considers as a son (more than his own tbh) and who he had hoped would follow in his footsteps, becoming the successor to the role Xavier's best friend took on during one of their many 'splits' as he rails against the system.

The daughter of Magneto's most trusted General, who was a member of the Brotherhood of 'Evil' Mutants, whose power is 'stealing' others' abilities and life force dedicating herself to protecting the world and guiding its people to a future of harmony and understanding while playing within the system.

The narrative symbolism is just 😘

[butchvamp]

okay i finally got all the companions last night. gonna write my current thoughts about the game under the cut (sorry it's long lol)

so far i've really enjoyed the gameplay the most. i like the combat (im playing as a dual wield rogue) and i really like all the new ways to move around in-game (ziplines, climbing, etc). i really love the maps and the way we can explore all the areas, this is what i've spent most of my time doing lmao and in general i'm having fun playing!

but this tone change in this game is Rough. there's a real lack of depth, there's no friction at all (for some reason every faction just loves Rook and trusts them completely) and so many characters and groups have just been completely defanged. there's this weird vibe of like... GOD i hate pointing it out cus it feels like i'm complaining about the game being "woke" but there's such a weird vibe right now where it feels like the factions arent allowed to be "problematic." the crows act like a found family rather than the brutal assassin organization we've learned about previously that buys slaves and tortures their recruits into perfection (in any previous game Rook's mistake as a crow would have resulted in their death or extreme punishment. but this time it doesn't even feel like it matters, you go back to the crows and everyone there automatically loves you. jacobus is being babied and protected when before they would have just let him get himself killed. there's just no power struggle, no competition, no urgency.)

i also noticed it with the lords of fortune. Taash making a point to emphasize that the lords aren't Thieves and they're sooo correct and return cultural artifacts to par vollen (and Isabela is a part of this for some reason despite the fact she can run off with the book she stole from the arishok in da2...?) there's this weird over-correction happening where past companions are having their flaws completely ironed out. you find various codex entries all written by Dorian arguing against slavery now (and to be clear. i have my own criticisms of his weird pro-slavery rant in inquisition, but this just feels so forced)

Varric has been completely stripped of his role (and personality tbh) and relegated to a mouthpiece that just constantly gives Rook positive affirmations and almost treats them like a child despite Rook at the very least being established in whatever faction they've come from. and then there's also Rook themselves...

there's barely any roleplaying allowed, Rook is just a Good Guy and everyone loves them and trusts them immediately and you're forced to be invested in fighting Solas no matter what, you can't even choose your own motivations. and you can't really be aggressive or "mean" (at least in inquisition you could resist the herald title and question the inquisition's existence). which i don't necessarily have a problem with on its own but why am i allowed to play a crow then? and why is Rook so naive and insecure when they clearly were headstrong enough to go against their faction in their origin? the first few hours are so "the power of friendship!!!" and it's very bizarre considering Rook doesn't know any of these people except Varric and Harding. if you choose to leave the mayor in dmeta crossing, Neve challenges Rook's decision (good!) but this causes Rook to go running back to Varric and suddenly be extremely insecure about their choice (bad!) my Rook is an assassin and has no qualms about letting some guy die regardless of whether Neve likes it or not.

but it's like the game won't allow there to be any kind of tension or friction between characters, no disagreements or disapproval... it's all just so BORING!!!!!! it feels so silly!!! why are we so worried about these factions being Right or our characters being Correct but then you still depict the qunari as this faceless bloodthirsty monolith that only want to Kill. the venatori are all evil and abuse their slaves (but dont worry, none of US have slaves now!!!)-- it's SO black and white. this is like, the opposite of what i play these games for... everyone is toothless and inoffensive and boring. and nevermind the fact that the game is still racist, anyways 😭

also . not as serious this is goofy but i can't even imagine how they're going to do the romance scenes in this game. so far everything has felt geared towards a younger, new audience (which doesn't make sense, this game has to feel nonsensical if you've never played any other dragon age game, so little is explained properly) and i can't even imagine romance scenes happening like they have in previous games. are there even any? lmao