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marshmellowpaint · 2 years ago
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Hi hi hi I am a sucker for a medieval/royal anything so!!!!! Some fanart of @piratefishmama ‘s lovely fic ‘Live to Serve (You)’ cause I’m in love with it ALREADY ehehehe 💖💖💖💖
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emily-e-draws · 10 months ago
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there were never such devoted sisters ✨
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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Wardrobe Woes
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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happy-emmdings · 1 year ago
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Jolly Roger’s first mate🖤☠️
Sail where you will, answer to no crown, smooch the captain…
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primordyalsoul · 2 years ago
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cause of death: that adorable dress rei 1 wears
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lady-dulcinea · 4 months ago
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A woman after my own heart… 🖤♥️🖤
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Have a Mina doodle bc I missed drawing her
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fiery-emblems · 1 year ago
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Like a lot of people I sometimes ponder what my favorite characters might look like if they were allowed to grow older. I've been seeing a lot of good designs for older Soren specifically so of course I got to thinkin' about my own take!
Some notes on design process under the cut cause I think we should all share our thought process once in a while:
So, for this I didn't want to just want to go with "Soren, exactly the same but older". My thought was "if I was actually in charge of designing for a fire emblem game, one that takes place in a future Tellius perhaps and featuring this character as a guest (a la Tiki or the Awakening trio, which they should keep doing BTW) how would I go about doing that".
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You have to think of course, about what the character is actually doing and what their role is. It seems pretty likely that after RD Soren is either traveling the world with Ike or wandering around (probably the former) so "traveler" was the theme. As far as the overall shape and the outer layer especially it seemed obvious to reference the dragons, who are also travelers:
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I don't want to just straight up copy the look of the robes though for a couple of reasons. 1) that's boring and the idea here is for an updated visual style 2) I wanted to combine different elements to evoke a feeling of mixing cultures. I figure if this scenario takes place say, 80 years in the future or something, fashions will have moved forward and perhaps you would see elements of beorc and laguz fashions mixed together. Especially for Soren given what he is. So I went with an inner layer that looks more Victorian puffy sleeves (which you don't actually see a lot of in PoR or RD since the characters favor more stiff looking tunics, but they are there and I figured its the future and maybe Crimea has entered its puffy shirt era) with the outer layer looking more like what the dragons wear. 3) Staying with robes seems kind of stagnant. I imagine that a much older Soren who's lived a good life along side his love has probably chilled out a little bit. A little bit. 4) I think having more leg visible gives a more adult silhouette.
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The other consideration is the hairstyle. As much as I love Soren being a carbon copy of Rajaion, it wouldn't be the most interesting design choice if I was the character designer of a game to just copy a past design 1 for 1. So I decided to just lengthen his hair a little bit and give it a look like its been blown around in the wind. Soren is the windy guy and I'm assuming he would be more chill here so why not let it be loose and free? This also helps avoid him just looking like Sephiran cause I see that a lot too lol.
Yes I also changed the shape of his brand. I've always been fascinated by the fact that it changed shape between games. I know it was likely just a design oversight but what if it changed because he isn't an adult yet and it changes more as he ages?
Lastly there's the why. Why would your fav show up as a guest character? What would he even do?? Well I think Soren could be really fun actually if we assume he went with Ike and that Ike kept Ragnell with him. I'm picturing a situation where Ike has lived out his natural life and died, leaving Soren to return to Tellius alone in order to tell Mist's family what happened (cause Ike just left without telling anyone anything lol), and to return Ragnell to them. Instead some conflict breaks out, you know how it is, and the more chilled out Soren is convinced to bestow the sword onto the new starry-eyed lord who reminds him of his beloved.
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Oh yeah. I can see it now.
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nikkodikko · 1 year ago
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Some very fancy ladies
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I'm studying victorian fashion for a commission and what better use for my knowledge than to draw the ineffable wives in 1820's attire
Regency fashion my beloved nothing beats a really high waisted dress and some puffy sleeves
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ravencincaide · 1 year ago
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Every little girl dreams.. 
Summary: No one dreams of this type of wedding, let alone wants one like it, and yet that’s the only one you’re getting. Or when you and Chuuya make the decision to stick to your original plan, even if it's the opposite from perfect. 
Pairing:  fem!Reader x Chuuya
Inspired by Sweetober prompt 9: Deep kissing
Warnings: Cursing and light angst
My attempt to crawl out of the writers block I'm sitting in.
Enjoy~
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Every little girl dreams about their future wedding. A grand thing with dozens upon dozens of guests gathered to celebrate the union between two souls.The westerstyle church filled to the brim. A priest at the altar and the future husband waiting patiently for his soon-to-be wife. In this grand western style church, the pipe organ begins playing the all-too familiar wedding march.The flutter of flowers and the rustling of the white wedding dress as you walk down the aisle, past rows upon rows of gleeful faces of friends and family all wishing you the best, all envying you as you slowly stroll towards your happily ever after. 
Or perhaps you'd envision a traditional wedding at the shrine dressed in layers of silk and fancy kimono swearing your oath more privately, reserved for the gods ears to hear. The celebration would come right after, where your friends and family would cheer for you as you and your beloved feed each other your first bites of cake. You could even settle for a small wedding: a private event reserved for just a handful of guests. Somewhere in exotic or exquisite flower gardens on bright green grass under the open skies. The grand dress, replaced with something simpler; like a suit or even a formal attire. 
Yes, there were many things you wanted for your dream wedding. And there were many things you were willing to compromise on for the sake of tying the knot with that special someone. Yet this– this was not something that was a part of anyone's wedding plans. A gloomy bitter seemingly unplanned union that was your reality. 
You glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your original attire was stained in blood and you were forced to improvise with what you had on hand:your workwear. A dark blue lace blouse with puffy sleeves and white pearl buttons, black skin-tight silky pants and high heels to match. You put your hair up in a bun and decorated it with matching white and blue pearls pins. You made sure to undo the top button in a feeble attempt to look less work-like and chose to forgo your usual black mafia coat. You spend a few moments wiping away the dirt from your heels and removing your chipped nail polish. As if fooling yourself into feeling pretty. you applied a small dot of the perfume sample you found in your pouch on your wrists and behind your ears. The scent was unfamiliar but not awful.  You chose to keep your weapons on you however, for a ‘just in case’ scenario. 
Then you strolled out of the cabinet-like room you borrowed. 
The small wooden church on the outskirts of Yokohama was, like you, in an equally unimpressive state. Most of the wood around the church had rotten long ago; the benches in the mass halls on either side of the isle were broken, scorched or damaged. A few paces away was a gaping hole in the ceiling. Off to the side stood the pipe orgel ready to produce music but with no musician in sight. The altar was the only piece of the church that did not suffer any damage. If anything it looked cleaned and well-polished as if the priest had taken his time to clean this spot up while the two of you got ready.
The door to the right of the altar opened and two men stepped out: the priest and Chuuya. 
Chuuya was dressed in his usual work attire which had taken a bit of beating during the previous fight: the clothes were not first freshnes with the exception of a clean white blouse underneath the gray vest. Even his black coat was ruffled; damaged from hundreds of bullets and weapons that had been sent flying towards him. Not injured but not completely unscratched either. The most pristine thing about him were his shoes: newly polished and sophisticated- a glimpse of the Chuuya you’ve always known. 
Without a word he took a few steps away from the priest and towards the nearest bench. He tosses his coat onto it, then his guns and weapons. 
“ Sweetheart I think we can survive without weapons for five minutes” Chuuya tried to lighten the mood with a joke as he beckoned you over. You followed his example of disarming yourself. Then you took his hand in yours and stepping up to the altar before the priest. 
Chuuya didn’t bother lying that you looked stunning, beautiful or breathtaking on your wedding day and you didn’t bother lying to say he looked as handsome as always. You were thankful for this little bit of truth. You did take a moment to wipe away a drop of dried blood from the back of his neck before turning back to face the man with the bible. Chuuya squeezed your hand in reassurance and gratitude, and you did the same. 
The priest ran his eyes from you, to Chuuya, and then lingered on your interlocked hands. He chose not to say anything about it.“ Are you two sure you would like to proceed with this marriage union right now and not wait until after the war?” 
You looked at Chuuya, expecting him to scream ‘are you a fucking idiot?' 'abort' or ‘too low-quality’ instead he turned to you with a serious look on his eyes and a laidback playful smirk just itching to split his expression into something more familiar, loving and playful. A controlled chaos- a fire burning for you. You replied with a small smile and a squeeze of his hand. You could see Chuuya resisting the urge to drive his free hand into his pocket in a typical delinquent style- an attempt to hide his nervousness. Although it would not have mattered if he did that : with no guests or witnesses. There was no one but the priest to judge you two. 
When the priest didn’t start, Chuuya finally broke the silence:“ if we’re going to be on the frontlines with no guarantees, then I’d much rather get formalities out of the way so we can stand together as husband and wife” 
You gave his hand another squeeze in agreement before you spoke “ Father, we waited a long time to get married. It doesn’t have to be perfect or expensive, as long as we come out of here united in the eyes of the government, emperor and god.”     
“ Have you prepared your wedding vows?” the priest asked with a small frown of disapproval. 
“Ehh we’ll just do the traditional ones, right doll?” Chuuya looked the slightest bit flustered. As if he had completely forgotten that there was more to the ordeal than just showing up in front of the priest. 
You could feel your heart drop in your stomach, anxiety spiking. Was this really all for nothing? The time you spend getting here all wasted over a forgotten piece of paper? You clutched Chuuya’s hand tighter in your own, while you silently prayed that the priest would still find it in his heart to help you two get married. 
Your prayers were answered. 
The priest opened the bible and stretched out pieces of paper towards you and Chuuya. Once copy each. “ I had that suspicion and brought copies with me. Alter them how you see fit so they feel more natural. The vows should come from the heart” The priest stood patiently as both of you read the vows through and altered them with a borrowed pen. Then he started the ceremony. 
You both stood patiently and attentively listened to the priest: out of the corner of your eyes you could see Chuuya. He was trying his best to contain his emotion, the edges of his lips just itching to spread into a wide grin or nervous laughter. Who would have thought the deadliest and fanciest mafia executive would be getting married, with no friends or family, in such a dumpy church. Indeed the thought made you want to both laugh and cry all at once. Ohh the irony of life.
At the priest's motion you turned to face Chuuya as he spoke his promises of eternal love; in sickness and in health, through sorrows and laughs. Through poverty and bad decisions as well as blessings and good times: “And I promise to love you till death do us part, my Sweetheart” 
You turned to face Chuuya as he took your hand in his hand and held it tightly. He then raised your hand and placed a golden band, adored with precious gems and intricate weaving of the metal on your finger.  
You gripped his hand tighter, your heart soaring as you recited your vows. As you spoke of your promise to love him no matter the hardships, through sickness and health, through faithfulness and betrayal, through lies and truths. “ and until death do us part, my love”
You did the same for Chuuya, raising his hand, you tugged the glove off. You felt him tense ever so slightly and you squeezed his hand again, reassuringly before slipping the thick golden band on his bare finger. “ Just once, for a few moments, let it sit on your bare skin please” And he squeezed your hand in turn agreeing and accepting. 
The priest held his breath before his face broke up into a smile: “ It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife.” His eyes ran from your bright smile with tears threatening to spill from your eyes to Chuuya’s expression which matched your own. Incredibly happy, and unbelievably sad. When neither of you moved the priest urged you to, giving you his permission and blessings: “You may now kiss the bride” 
The kiss that you shared was deeper and more passionate than what was appropriate in a church. But the priest merely averted his eyes to give you some privacy. After all this kiss signified both a joyful Hello to a new beginning and a mournful goodbye..
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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 10 months ago
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Best and worst of both worlds (part 35)
Tw: not that i know of for now, short chapter its basically just fluff between Yves and you
Part 36
You woke up to hushed whispers. You deduced that it was between your nurse and someone else.
Your arm moving up to rub your eyes silenced them. Soon after, a shadow loomed over you. The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of your bed.
Only when your bleary eyes opened did he say something.
"Hello, my beloved (name)."
Yves's ethereal countenance appeared before you. His raven black hair received a refreshed blowout, looking healthier, shinier, silkier and bouncier than ever. He was donning an adoring smile while he had his arms stretched out, his nails weren't painted crimson, but it was neutral pink with ivory french tips.
You blinked multiple times before shooting up to give him a big squeeze. You buried your head in his hair, greedily taking in his scent that now smelled of lavender. Not overpoweringly so, but undeniably pleasant and comforting.
"Oh, how I missed you..." He murmured in your neck before giving it a light kiss. His almond nails carded your hair, sending tingles down your spine.
Yves is gentle. So gentle. His touch is nothing like that monster's, it felt... purifying, cleansing and safe. You know that you will never cry out of pain and agony from his love.
But you're shedding tears onto his expensive, cashmere blouse. Sobs were muffled by his shoulder as you pour your gratitude out through your eyes. You're happy that he's back, you missed him too.
Your fingers gripped onto him tightly, causing temporary wrinkles and twists. Yves didn't mind, all he did was hold you tighter and soothingly rubbed your back.
Yves lets a stray tear slip out of his eye and no more. It landed onto your hospital gown and left a small stain that spread for a bit. He's elated to kiss you, to smell you, to hold you again.
You kept shuffling deeper and deeper into him as if you were trying to merge flesh. Yves understands that you're subconsciously trying to hide from the world, his heart skipped a beat when he realized that your brain sees him as a safe haven to do so. That is why, he wasn't bothered in the slightest that you were suffocating him. He can handle it, he needs you not to worry.
However, he had to pull away momentarily when your crying wasn't showing signs of stopping or slowing down. He held your puffy, blubbering face in both of his soft hands. You're now hiccuping and hyperventilating due to overwhelm.
"(Name), that's enough now. I will not be leaving anytime soon." He wiped the tears away from your eyes with his thumb. "You will suffer from a headache if you cry too much."
His tranquility wasn't enough to stop you from bawling, you gripped onto his sleeve tightly. Yves scoots a bit closer and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
He cupped your right eye, blinding it while he left your other one uncovered. You were caught off guard by this strange move, your heart rate slowed and you eventually breathed normally without tears dripping down your chin. There were a few sniffles here and there, but the warmth of his palm onto your eyelid miraculously calmed you down immediately.
He released his hands from your head and went ahead to retrieve a packet of facial tissues from his brand new opulent handbag. It's of course, black in colour. But it has a different structure, gold accents and material.
You looked at him quizzingly, wondering what he just did to hack your brain. All Yves did was smile and praised you.
"Well done, my love." He lovingly dried your face with the tissue. You had no idea what he was praising you for, but you're not complaining because it made you feel fluttery inside.
You noticed the nurse has given you and him privacy, allowing you to be as shameless with him.
You basked in his rapid shower of kisses, enjoying the unconditional attention and affection while he covered you in his rouge lipstick prints. You closed your eyes and smiled as he did all the work, your body slightly rocking back and forth for every kiss he gave.
In the end, Yves had to forcefully restrain himself from giving more. He wouldn't want history repeating itself again. However, his anxieties were quelled when he saw that you were glowing in contentment once he's done.
"M-my apologies, dear. Y-you look..." He tried to contain it, but he laughed gleefully in the end. You looked absolutely adorable with thirty-two pairs of lip prints on you. Yves couldn't even complete his original sentence, he could only pull you into another hug and nuzzle his nose into your hair.
He lets out an extremely hushed, almost inaudible squeal before pressing one last kiss on the crown of your head.
You let yourself jellify in his arms, taking in all the love, affection and attention that you've been owed for the past five days.
"I brought you souvenirs." He mumbled lowly on your head.
You waited for him to present it to you.
"...But I want to hold you for longer. Will you please grant me the pleasure?"
You said yes. To which he replied with another kiss on the temple.
"Thank you, (name)."
Yves slipped his feet out of his black heels before laying on the bed with you, tucking himself under your blanket and trapping you with him. He was careful not to affect your leg cast and bandages.
You snuggle into his chest as he envelopes you in his warmth, creating a bubble of protection. You felt safe, secured and most importantly, at peace.
His unyielding embrace reminded you that there is someone that you could always retreat to in times of need. And that is Yves.
"I love you."
He whispered before resting his chin on the top of your head. He ran his nimble fingers through your hair.
You grinned and relaxed into him, feeling unburdened with the events that happened over the past week.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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Puffy sleeves our beloved!!!
As we approach the next arc in the story, an outfit change is now on the horizon! The question is, what are our lads going to wear?
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(Please also vote in the Lan Wangji poll!)
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ninadove · 9 months ago
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Isn’t she love(l)y? 💖
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I hope everyone had a fun Loveybug Week! 🐞
Design notes under the cut:
Princess aesthetic, to match Cat Walker’s princely vibes. The puffy sleeves were taken from Snow White and the padding around her waist from Cinderella.
Pastel pink AND darker pink my beloved! I added some white as a nod to bridal fashion.
Hearts instead of spots, because DUH
Her hair is a lighter, more vibrant, artificial shade of blue. You can’t see it here, but the loopies form an upside-down heart on the nape of her neck! Maybe a sign that she’s not as happy as she pretends to be?
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hereticpriest · 6 months ago
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Gulp
The Typist Series
Relationship: Laszlo Kreizler x Reader
Warnings: Post-Partum, Pregnancy Kink, Mommy Kink, Lactation Kink, Breastfeeding, Somnophilia-Adjacent, Married Sex, Post-Partum Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie.
Note: Anya is Hungarian for mother/mom
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Pregnancy is hell. Anyone who says otherwise should, respectfully, jump off a cliff.
Frankly, having the babies doesn’t really improve the situation either.
That is the thought fixed in your mind as you wake up to the dawn’s first light streaming through your curtains, illuminating your bedroom in warm shades of orange and gold. Your husband’s arm is an anchor around your waist, and your first instinct is to complain about him being clingy, except you vaguely remember a midnight argument about him not cuddling with you and you don't want to send too many mixed messages. Your second instinct is to cringe when you realise that the front of your nightdress is damp, as is his sleeve. 
“What in God’s name?” You ask no one in particular, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and yawning, stretching like a cat within the confines of his grip. Laszlo stirs at your side, grumbling unintelligibly as he pulls you closer to him so he can bury his face in your hair and grind his hips into your ass. Despite the temptation to take advantage of his endless willingness to satiate your needs, and the growing wetness between your legs, the odd dampness of your chest is enough of a concern to distract you. 
“Laszlo, love, wake up.” You murmur, sitting up and tugging your nightdress away from your skin. Your husband stirs again but doesn’t open his eyes, simply slides his hand down over your plump stomach to pull your nightdress up over your thighs. He’s used to your early morning cravings by this point, to such a degree that most times he barely even wakes up before he’s inside you. Since giving birth, he’s changed his method while you recover. He strums you with skilled fingers until he’s woken up enough to crawl between your legs and put his mouth upon you.
“I have you.” Your beloved promises sleepily, pressing his lips to your shoulder and gliding his fingertips through your labia.
“Wait, that’s not-” You cuts yourself off with a moan as he strokes his thumb across your puffy clit, then slides two fingers into you.
“Wanton this morning, szerelmem. You’re already ready for me.” Laszlo purrs, only to grunt when you wiggle in his grasp and gently thump his shoulder.
“Laszlo, my chest.” You whisper insistently, and Laszlo peels his eyes open and blinks at you. Not that he’s opposed to worshipping at that altar, but the urgency in your voice is a little odd.
“Sore?” he asks, then glances at your wet, swollen breasts and seems to finally realise what you’re saying. He hums, sitting up and rubbing his hand down over his face as he yawns. He carefully helps you pull your nightdress up over your head, his eyes going half-lidded at the sight of your breasts. They’re visibly swollen, and your nipples are leaking fat droplets of semi-transparent white liquid that dribbles down to the swell of your belly.
“Look at you, szerelmem. Full of milk for our children.” Laszlo praises you softly, nuzzling his nose against your ear and sliding his hand up to gently cup your breast. He’s surprised by how hard it is, and he frowns a little at the way milk slowly wells up at your nipples. It takes a bit of kneading for it to flow more freely, but it seems to ease a bit of your pain.
“Careful, I’m tender. Having Hannah as a wetnurse is a blessing, but it seems I’m filling up when I don’t have our little ones.” you murmur, leaning into him as he strokes his thumb over your nipple, getting it wet. He lifts his hand to pop his thumb into his mouth, and you gasp, looking both scandalised and thrilled. Your cheeks are flush with love and desire, as they often are since marrying your troublesome husband.
“Hm. Sweet.” Laszlo whispers. He grins at the look on your face, then boldly dips his head to lick the sticky milk from the dip between your breast and belly. He licks the last bit from the bottoms of your breasts, then closes his lips around your right nipple and gives a gentle suck.
“Oh!” You gasp, tangling your fingers in his short hair, “Are you supposed to-”
“I don’t think it will hurt me, wife.” He interrupts you, swirling his tongue around your nipple, then giving it a rougher suck, “Is it helping?”
It takes a moment of consideration to reach past your desire for him and think about his question before you come to the conclusion that yes, it is in fact helping. When you first woke, your breasts felt hard and painful, but the swollen ache of your right breast has begun to ease with every swallow. Laszlo looks up at you through his dark, pretty lashes and you smile at the sight, combing his curls back from his face. His eyes are half-lidded, and there’s a softness in them that makes your stomach feel syrupy. He grabs your breast with firm hands, massaging you gently to get the milk flowing as he sucks at your other nipple, slowly soothing the ache that originally woke you. There’s an eagerness to his actions that makes you wonder whether he’s thought of this before, or if your predicament simply brought something new out of him.
“It is helping. Switch, though.” You demand, gripping his dark hair and guiding his mouth over to the other side. Laszlo hums, wrapping his lips around your nipple, shameless despite the fact that his thick facial hair is wet with milk, his throat bobbing with every swallow. He sucks at your breasts until you’re no longer leaking, then gives your nipples an extra squeeze just to be sure even though it draws a whimper from you. He parts from your chest for a moment to lick his lips, and you’re a little surprised to see nothing but desire written across his face as he palms himself through his sleep pants.
“You’ve gotten the sheets wet, anya.” Laszlo purrs, and you shiver, awed by the way you clench around nothing, “Ahh, did you like that? Naughty.”
You give him a gentle shove, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you.
“Roll onto your stomach, anya.” he whispers, pulling a couple of pillows over to prop you up with. You sink into them, getting yourself comfortable and hugging the fluffiest of the pillows.
“I’m never letting you get me pregnant again.” You complain, and Laszlo laughs openly, kneeling behind you.
“Good luck with that plan, kincsem.” He replies, rubbing the head of his cock against you teasingly, “I’ll have you heavy with another child within a couple of months, at most.”
You groan as if the idea doesn’t thrill you, and he laughs again, thrusting all the way into you in one go. 
“Stop complaining, anya, I know how excited you are. We’re going to have to change the sheets.” He teases you, grunting as you clench around him, “Fuck, your hunger is unending.”
He takes you slowly, as per your doctor’s warnings. The old man had insisted that sex was perfectly fine a couple months after giving birth, but warned that you both needed to be careful to avoid any complications. The twins are freshly eight weeks old, and Laszlo has been generous enough to bring you to completion with his mouth or his fingers up until this point, but he knows as well as you do that that simply won’t do. Not this time. you need him, and he needs you, and no half-measures will be enough.
“God, I missed this.” Laszlo mutters, and you sigh happily, rocking back into his hips.
“Missed you too. I need you, my love.” you purr, matching the gentle pace he sets. Despite the slow, steady pace, it doesn’t take long for you to find your completion upon him, his fingers tracing love letters across your aching clit as he spills inside of you. Despite his insistence that you would need to change the sheets, he collapses beside the mess and pulls you into his chest when you’re done, passing out again within moments. You cuddle up to him, your back to the window, barely conscious of the way his spend runs down your thighs. You should clean up, but you care not. You throw your leg over his thigh, nestling your belly comfortably against him, and bury your face in his chest. Your fingers trace delicately through the hair on his chest, and you fall asleep with his heartbeat in your ear.
With Hannah caring for the babes, you can afford to sleep in a little longer. The sun has only just crested over the horizon - you have plenty of time before anyone will have any expectations of you.
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crucifiedkiss · 2 months ago
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◌ೆ୧  ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡
𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ p. jackson x / & gn! reader 𝜚
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ꨄ︎ drbls one-sided percy ⏤ ﹙wasted summers﹚ 🪽 ˖
  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, 'x' and '&' because its not necessarily romantic or platonic, drabbles (drbls), one-sided love, manipulation/playing with feelings, toxic relationship/love, angst, ooc, crying, based off the song 'wasted summers' by juju<3ㅤ✿𝅼
( 。>﹏<) "got hit by a bus at this idea .. angst my beloved. eat up, my crucifixes <3 SRRY FOR MISTAKES BTW ���😓" ⏤ c.k. と
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𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "im spending my summertime, after time crying again"⠀╱⠀"had the blues over you, i didnt hang with my friends"﹗
   ⏤  the opening lines, "im spending my summer time, after time crying again. had the blues over you, i didnt hang with my friends," indicate that the protagonist has been consumed by their emotions and spent their time crying over this person instead of enjoying their summer with friends. this highlights the intense emotional impact the failed relationship has had on them.
today was another day percy was left with a sniffly nose and tears staining his rosy red cheeks, his sunkissed skin glistening, having spent another day inside than with his friends. did you not reciprocate his feelings? as his head spun with thoughts, he choked on a sob that begged to escape which it eventually did, leaning back on his bed, blond hair sprawling on the sheets, as he draped his arm over his eyes, letting the fabric soak up the pathetic tears he had cried over just one person– you. he was left crying till his throat had swelled up, eyes puffy and a red ring around them, damp sleeves, and so much more. did his love mean nothing to you? he felt nauseated just at the thought of your disgustingly pretty eyes and gorgeous skin color that shined under the sunrays as if you were one of the gods. was love meaning to be this hard? he didnt even want to leave his bed, even if the day was so beautiful.
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𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "you fake cry thats a lie. tell me was it all pretend?"⠀╱⠀"in my head, in my head"﹗
   ⏤  the lyric, "you fake cry that’s a lie. tell me was it all pretend? in my head, in my head," implies that the other person might have pretended to care or be emotional, but their feelings were insincere. the protagonist is questioning whether the entire relationship was a facade and if they imagined the depth of their connection.
all you did was pretend. each lie you have ever told stuck to his brain as if superglued on, the words you would utter each time you saw him flooding his train of thought almost every day.
( "i love you," you said softly, gently reaching out your arm and grabbing percys freckled face. "i always will." )
what a lie you told. 'i love you'. you never loved him. it was all fake– a facade. was this entire relationship not even real? percy bit down on his bottom lip, hand squeezing into a fist as his nails dig uncomfortably into his palm. this entire relationship was just something of his imagination that he thought would last forever, would be the best even. seems he lied to himself more than you would to him. he supposed the connection wasnt as deep as he thought, but, he wanted this all to be fake. he wished this were all a lie.
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𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "youre needing all the time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"needing our time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"wasting our time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"we dont have nothing to say, so we have nothing left"﹗
   ⏤  the repetition of the phrase "needing the time again, our time again, wasting our time again" suggests a cycle of continuously investing time and energy into this relationship. it emphasizes the frustration of being caught in a repetitive pattern with no meaningful communication or substance left between the two individuals. the line "we dont have nothing to say, so we have nothing left" reflects the disconnection and lack of emotional connection that has developed over time.
the amount of time he put into the relationship– the amount of energy! he was so stupid. 'stupid, stupid, stupid!' he mentally scolded himself, resisting from punching himself in the face. how hadnt he noticed sooner of this pattern of nothing going on with you two? no good conversations or communication overall, no love shared, no kissing, no ... nothing. there was a lack of everything and especially the connection normal couples had. at the beginning, it seemed to good, but it just slowly became worse ... and then worse became horrible .. and then so on. he got stuck in a disgusting loop of your mind games before leaving him high and dry, each night crying into his pillow and hitting anything he could. oh how he hated you, yet, how he loved you.
this wasnt right. nothing was right. nothing, nothing, nothing. it was meant to be his happily ever after. percy was meant to be happy. now, hes just an emotional wreck.
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𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand"⠀╱⠀"youre the leech, im the man. i guess you dont understand"﹗
   ⏤  the verses, "i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand. you’re the leech, I’m the man, i guess you dont understand," further illustrate the one-sided nature of the relationship. the protagonist feels like theyve sacrificed a significant portion of their summer trying to maintain a connection with someone who is draining their energy, metaphorically referred to as being a "leech." they express frustration at the other person's lack of understanding or reciprocation.
lies. everything was a lie. you left and took the whole of his heart with you, leaving him to die alone. bleeding out as if you were a leech latched onto him for so long, then leaving him with no blood left. you were his everything and his nothing all at the same time. you were disgusting.
'would he ever love again?' a few asked, to which he didnt have an answer. he loved you so much, yet hated your guts to the point of wanting no longer to see you ever again. he wanted all hes ever said to you to be taken back, every 'i love you' to mean nothing, but gods did he wish you were back. you kept him together and yet you ended up being the person to tear him apart in the end.
you were a horrible experience. you didnt reciprocate his true love. his first ever relationship left him with a feeling so bad it was like he had a sickness he couldnt get rid of.
oh how he hated you, yet, how he loved you.
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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year ago
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Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.
Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)
Genre:- comfort?
Type:- oneshot
A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲
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“Help”
Was all he got
11.52
Eight minutes to midnight.
And he gets this?
A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.
He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?
He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.
Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.
Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.
He could see you from his place on the balcony.
you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.
You didnt hear him.
So he shoots you a text,
surely you’ll see it?
A simple
“Im here”
Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.
But most importantly,he made you feel safe.
at home.
Something even your own house failed to do.
He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.
As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.
Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.
And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.
When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.
He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.
He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.
For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.
He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.
And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”
You sighed heavily at that.
“I wanna go home…”
This statement took him by surprise!
But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?
If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.
He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.
“But how-“
“You”
“Oh”
You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.
He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.
“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“
He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.
“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”
You sniffed at that.
“Promise?” “Please?”
And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.
“Thank you….”
You said as you brought your head back to his chest.
“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”
“No….not right now….please ?”
“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”
“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”
“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”
“Thank you…”
“Always”
And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.
He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.
Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.
When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.
(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)
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feeling--pink · 1 year ago
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Hi 🥺 what if they- 👉👈 what if they got mawwied???? 💕💕💕
Okay hi I’ve been working on these on and off all month (mostly off I got really busy whoops) and I have A LOT of thoughts about a Legbone wedding (ft. the drawtectives cause they really are my blorbos) 
Anyways here’s a list of headcannons that I didn’t get to draw:
So right off the bat let’s talk OUTFITS
To me Legzi and Ryjinah had gone looking for dresses but Legzi wasn’t really pumped about any of them 
So maybe they went on a road trip (because ladies bookclub road trips my beloved) to either go look in a different boutique or to do other wedding related shenanigans 
And on the side of the road Legzi spots this rag 
And of course it’s a torn up wedding dress and suddenly she has a Vision^TM
Just Legzi being more excited about fixing up this dress than anything she could have just bought up to that point 
Because to me Legzi is someone who loves to feel like a part of the process and having all her random skills she picked up from Darkmouth 
Then design wise I wanted something puffy so I could hide how much taller I made her 
Because personally I think her using the leg stilts on her wedding day is not only very Legzi^TM but I also made myself laugh with the concept :) 
And florals because those are fun, green, and easy to make by hand (as someone who’s made a lot of ribbon flowers)!! The vines were places where the dress was really torn and needed more structural stitching 
Ryjinahs dress on the other hand I wanted to take some inspiration from her season 1 design (even though I haven’t seen it) 
Also I love a chance to draw some boob 
so anyways York’s invitation
I’ve said it before but “artists draw fan art of each other’s art” where Karina drew Ryjinah, York, Rowan, and Jacob horse all hanging out is CANON TO ME
Which is why all of those characters were invited!! :)
Anyways I imagine all the invitations had your standard stuff- names, dates, rsvp section
But where it would’ve said +1 I think Ryjinah scribbled that out and hand wrote “+2 ;)” 
Which of course Grandma would be slightly flustered by meanwhile York is like “AWESOME you guys can come!!!” 
I believe in drawtectives polycule supremacy and also York is aroace
Which also lead to my miniature leg wrestling joke :)
Oh but the second York and Rah’ōxah lock eyes they’re going to leg wrestle (Pokémon rules) 
Then they can become friends too and we can make Julia’s drawing in “pro artists redraw their old OCs” canon!!! 
Rah’ōxah is both Legzi and Ryjinahs maid of honor :) 
She’s awesome of course she can do both!!!!!!
I wish I had drawn this but to me Parker the cat officiated :)
Maybe while standing on top of Parker the horse 
Ryjinah was not pleased with this but also couldn’t say no to the combined force of Legzi and Rah’ōxah’s puppy dog eyes 
Plus Parker the cat is the only person (cat) they know who’s ordained
Oh last thing I wanted to but didn’t draw was a Rosé & Rowan interaction 
Or not even so much of an interaction but they catch each other’s gaze from across the room and freeze 
Oh more headcannons but they’re siblings to me 
I mean dyed hair? Knives? Mysterious pasts? Color schemes?? Attracted to himbos??? 
Anyways they both have moved on from their family in different directions 
So to suddenly meet again even from across the room 
Then York or Gramdma calls for Rosé and she looks away and they’re gone
But I digress 
Tbh for everyone’s outfits I kinda just went “you know what would be cute???” 
So floral dress for grandma (obviously) 
Jumpsuit + long gloves for Rosé because vibes 
Unbuttoned shirt and double breasted vest for York so he doesn’t have sleeves 
Similar thought process for Rah’ōxah because they give off similar vibes BUT I made Rah’ōxah’s the same colors as Ryjinah and Legzi so she could match both :)
Then a demon Johnny button on her outer vest kinda like the pin/broach she has in Julia’s drawing in pro artists redraw old OCs 
Rowan I just wanted to look swanky and what’s more swanky than a tailcoat? 
And for everyone but Rah’ōxah I tried to keep to their normal color schemes!! :) 
Are all these outfits practical for what I made a beach wedding on a whim? Absolutely not 
I gave pretty much all of them some sort of heels even if they are technically wedges which is better but STILL 
Beaches are fun and easy ish to draw and I never do backgrounds anyways give me a break lol 
But anyways I think that’s all my thoughts!!!
So Legzi & Ryjinah ride into the sunset on their noble steed Jacob Horse :)
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