#should write and yet I haven't 😔

[alectoperdita]

aughghghhg i need to draw but i have too many questions to ask!!

It's literally going to be too long so I put it under keep reading HAHAHA

Have you thought of a few scenarios yet...? 👀

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Mitsurugi would probably be suspicious that Kaiba has gotten involved with something shady. Jou's not exactly subtle in his signifiers about being in the yakuza. As for Naruhodo, that likely depends on the context in which they meet? If it's in a social setting, like both pairs just ran into each other on the street and made introductions, Naruhodo might just think Jou's a friendly guy. I mean his best friend is Larry, so not like Naruhodo doesn't already have friends that act kinda shady. 😅

Ohh yeahh! Actually I thought regardless of what scenario Naruhodo meets mob joey, his first impression would be like a mix between Larry (friendliness?) and Klavier (because Jou oozes that charisma + suaveness and flashiness).

Also I think (hmm, maybe you think otherwise) but Naruhodo would be able to tell that they're dating(?) if he notices Kaiba's body language, such as looking more relaxed and not as much tense, and letting Jou like, let's say put a hand on Kaiba's shoulder for example.

this one you posted

Seto's a complete simp for Jou. It's only going to get worse as time passes. 😂

How so.... 👀👀👀 I would like to know... or will it be shown later in the fic?

Seto is intensely possessive and jealous, and he's terrible at hiding it. Does his best not to think of what other people Jounouchi might be fooling around with when he's not around (Jounouchi is not sleeping with other people but God forbid they actually communicate), but knows he can't begrudge them because they never agreed to be in a relationship.

What examples do you have in mind where he shows his jealousy without Jou in presence? 👀 Maybe for example, he's sitting at his desk typing out and suddenly he recalls his image of Jou in his douchey jacket from Ch 3 and sitting next to the hostesses?

I think the main hesitation with doing the "Jou kills Gozaburo and Seto helps him cover it up" is that it would have immense impact on the tone of the story. I could do it as part of a series, so that this earlier reconnection stuff is somewhat separated from a more serious murder cover-up plot.

In general, I don't think Jounouchi would do this lightly/in cold blood. It would have to be in defense of Seto, as in Seto is in immediate grave danger unless Jounouchi stepped in. There's also the possibility of Jounouchi doing it in revenge of some great wrong Gozaburo might have done to Seto. That said, I can't come up with any reason I like that doesn't feel overdramatic.

But it's still a fun scenario to consider.

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Oooo I had forgotten about Klavier. I haven't played the Apollo Justice games yet. But yeah, I can see how Naruhodo would recognize a bit of that showy/flashy vibe from Klavier.

It's true, though. Jounouchi is a tactile guy. And it's in character for him as a gangster to be touchy and close, like slinging an arm over Seto's shoulders. In this case, he's not doing it to intimidate or unsettle Seto. He just wants to be close to Seto cuz he likes him and he understands what he can get away with with the persona he plays in public. What is most telling to Naruhodo is tglhat Seto allows Jounouchi to do that and hover in his personal space.

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Seto is very thirsty for Jounouchi. His mind can't help but go in the gutter/right to sex when he's near Jounouchi. He gets so irrationally angry about Jounouchi's fashion sense sometimes, yet he can't get him alone and fuck him fast enough. And then there are the times when Jounouchi's clothing doesn't offend him, he's just kinda weak for him. Jounouchi in a leather jacket is his ultimate weakness. 🤣

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He and Jounouchi text a lot. So I imagine that Jounouchi also likes telling Seto about the stuff happening around him, like other employees at the club. In fact, I think a lot of the times they're texting is later at night so Jounouchi is usually at the club. Might occasionally take selfies and send them to Seto, sometimes with other employees or club goers/regulars. That's guaranteed to drive Seto a little batty. Especially if he's writing late-night documents/emails, and then all he can think about is Jounouchi dancing and drinking with other people in the club. Has half a mind to slam his work laptop shut and go down to the club himself. Jounouchi's always trying to convince him to go...

[oh-meow-swirls]

how does the raft not capsize.

[frankensteinposm0]

maybe my fav coping mechanism is rewatching my favorite Stan angst edits 10,000 times

[n3ongold3n]

Current procrastination level: painting my nails kotallo -inspired 🦈

[maepop]

any tucker content for the depraved soul :DDD (seriously though all in all I just?? love the way you write your characters and the way you design them!! cant wait to learn more abt ur stories because I will eat them up and they will taste like strawberry sundaes,, sundays?? idk how to spell it whoopsie toodles,,,)

omggg yessss i feel like i haven't actually properly posted her on here yet but here's tucker for anyone who doesn't know her :D (and thank you so much for the interest in my works ;w; i need to fix up my toyhouse...)

she's yoon-cheol's roommate who is the 27(?)-year-old at the club, as a duo they're my gay son and thot daughter😔 dont ask who the Davey is in her tattoo she doesn't remember how she got that!

since tucker's unemployed she takes care of yoon-cheol's pet penguin Gals while he's at work but she takes that penguin to the bar with her too many times 😭 honestly where is their sitcom spin off, everything should be about them ... i should draw her more if you like her thank you!

i had a doodle of yoon-cheol and tucker giving gals a bath but i cant find it anymore so u jst have to trust me

[factual-fantasy]

30 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🌊

😅Ah, well this is awkward-

I haven't drawn Gravity Falls in quite a while. And with this sudden fandom resurgence following the book of Bill.. I actually went back and privated a huge chunk of my Gravity falls posts. :x

My reasoning for this is that looking back, a lot of those old posts are rather embarrassing for me 💀 now I respected them all as stepping stones to where my blog is now so I didn't actually DELETE any posts!! But now with the fandom coming back people are finding them aaaannddd.. when ever I get a notification of someone liking an old cringey Gravity Falls post of mine? I just go beet red. uhhg they're sooooo embrassingggg...

SO! For my own comfort, I privated lot of those embarrassing posts. I didn't delete them in case I change my mind and want them back in the future- but they should all be hidden.

Now that that's explained, the comic you're talking about is likely one that I privated parts of out of embarrassment. But if you happen to have a link to one of the parts or can remember the what the comic was about... mayyyybe I could go back and un-pivate it.? <XD But just that comic! It depends on how beet red I turn when I see it-- :x

I've heard of cult of the lamb, seen a lot of fanart for it- and several of my friends play it!... But I still don't know much about it <XD Isn't it like a cult simulator or something..? Idk-- the cult imagery just didn't really feel like my thing 😅

XDDD THANKY IU SO MUCH!! :)))))

@i-v-y67 (Hiding the image because its not my art! <:D )

Sorry man, <XD Maybe someday I will! But for now I got Welcome home, FNAF and Pokémon on the mind 💀

DUDE I LOOOOOVE THE AMAZING WORLD OF GUMBALL!! That show has absolutely no right to be that funny XDDD

XDD Aw, thank you! Truly the highest compliment my version of Wally could receive. 😌

Idk how Bibi's name is actually supposed to be pronounced.. but I personally pronounce it as "bee-bee" <XD

And for his little sister Cici, its the same. "see-see"

While I'm at it, Gerald's name is pronounced "erald". The G is silent XDD

Aw man.. Ingo couldn't cope.. 😔😔

No that's not me saying that Emmet loved Ingo less or was emotionally stronger than him- but Emmet sees Ingo as his strong and capable older brother. With some comfort from Elesa, he believed at his core that Ingo could handle what ever he was facing out there.. although his body was wracked with worry..

If the roles were reversed.. I mean.. man..

Ingo sees Emmet as his precious baby brother. Despite them being only minutes apart in age. He knows logically that Emmet is just as strong and capable as he is.. but just imaging his baby brother out there.. wounded and all alone.. he should have been there. he should have done more. He's all alone. What if he never sees him again? What if he dies alone out there?

The separation would quite possibly destroy Ingo..

@anikakitty11

Boop!! :DDD

@cat7890

I'm feeling pretty rough, but doing my best to rest! <:D and thank you!! :)))

@katjustvibinglmao

XDD EGGDOG!!

I don't have many clear ideas for Home yet.. I'm thinking that its pretty sentient. Home can problem solve, make assumptions and learn..

What does it think of everything... I'm not quite sure. I imagine Home to be curious though, and that's why it watches Wally sleep and why it watched Eddie at the Christmas party..

I also pictured Home to have been in an almost coma/zombie like state back when it was dilapidated.. but then I wonder if Poppy would still be spooked by it.. hmm..

It couldn't have been comfortable in that state at least. So when Wally fixed it up, maybe Home was grateful? Or maybe Home is just kind'a coming to and doesn't know how to feel about the neighborhood springing up around it.. overall I kind'a want to keep these general malicious undertones to Home... 👀

Yeah, I didn't have them crushing on each other because I don't like writing romance stuff for characters that are not my own.. <XD

But this doesn't mean that Eddie and Frank cant have a strong platonic bond in my au! :0 One thing I imagined for their friendship is how they met/how it started.

I had this picture in my head that Frank used to butt-heads with the other neighbors a lot more than he does now. Frank had a certain way of talking and expressing himself that some of the other neighbors didn't really understand.. and since Frank can be irritable at times.. well.. I guess the best way to put it is that Frank had a hard time making friends at first..

I imagined that on a particularly bad day, where nothing seemed to be going his way.. Frank was huffing and puffing and just grumbling to himself.. attending to some chores around the house and just overall feeling down. At some point, he realized the package he ordered should be here any second now.. so he stepped outside to check the mail.

When he went outside, whaddya know! The new mailman was here right on time and putting his package in the mailbox. Well FINALLY something went right for him! That's a nice change..

I imagined Frank went out in a huff to grab the mail, not intending to chat.. but 10 minutes later and he was still stood outside talking to the new mailman.

I thought that when Frank spoke to Eddie, Eddie listened intently and waited patiently for his turn to talk without interrupting. When Eddie talked to Frank, he basically asked all the perfect questions in the perfect tone to get Frank to simmer down.

Eddie told him how beautiful his garden looked, and with his tone and bright smile, you could tell he meant it! Well that's a nice thing to say..

Frank asked how he feels about the neighborhood. And Eddies responses were relatively quick and to the point. Huh.. its nice to have no filler in this conversation considering how grumpy he was today..

Eddie makes a comment about Franks nice clothes, Frank chuckles and comments that his grumpy expression probably doesn't make them look any nicer.. Eddie is a little taken aback, "I didn't think you looked grumpy.. I'm sorry to hear you're feeling down today neighbor.." Huh.. someone who doesn't just see his frown and assume he's a grump. That's a really nice change..

By the end of their conversation, Franks day had been completely flipped on its head. He had a nice chat with the new neighbor and got his mail right on time. Eddie was respectful, interested in what Frank had to say, and had plenty of genuine compliments to spare.

Since that excellent first impression on Eddie's part, their friendship would grow and grow into what it is today. Not a romantic relationship, but definitely a best friend situation for sure. :)

@viennaarttt

A phone call? :0 Is this one I talked about happening in my at some point and forgot or was this something that happened in canon? <:0 Forgive my poor memory- today is not my day! 😅😅

WAAAAGGHH WAAAA THIS IS SO SWEETTJJA WAHAGHAGGG CANONCANONCANONCANON!!! 😭😭🥺😭💞💞💞💞

@glitchhayden418

AWWWEE!! the little babeee.... 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

(In response to this post)

Thank you! These past few days have been pretty rough but I'm hangin in there! <:D ...

ALSDO WAAAARRHRHHHAAAA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THATS SO SWEEETTT RAAAHGGAA!!! 😭😭🥺💞🥺💞💞💞💞

Man I really gotta work on the story/personalities for Julies siblings <XD These ideas for them are just wonderful! Him meeting Julies brother/sisters sounds like a fun drawing idea!

B-But.. with no return address... how am I supposed to send a thank you..? <:'(((

@holly-opal

It is one of my all time favorite shows.. 🥺🥺💞💞💞 I love it to bits. Stanley is my favorite character.. I watched it like twice and I would have watched it a third time but I couldn't watch it without crying so I had to quit <XDD 100/10 would recommend Gravity Falls.💞💞

(Jangles birthday post)

Ahh don't worry, his birthday was actually on the 6th. I was late too! <XD

Also thank you! I'm glad you like the details I added! :)))))

😔😔😔Man, it never ends. Thanks for letting me know though..

I kind'a pictured it being similar to Sans and Papyrus. Well, if Papyrus loved puns that is- XDDD

Their personalities are kind'a opposite. Barnaby is relaxed, laid back and always cracking jokes. Howdy is always on the move (in the warmer months). Always darting from shelf, gotta stock stock stock! Gotta go go go! Got so many things to do!

Barnaby usually hangs out in the shop and chats with Howdy. They like to talk about life, their opinions on different topics. And of course exchange jokes back and fourth XDD

I imagine their friendship is strong enough that they've opened up about some darker things. About their pasts and what not..

Sorry if this wasn't super descriptive and/or didn't answer your question 😅 brain is not braining today!

She's thought about telling someone else. The people she would trust the most would probably be Wally, Barnaby, Poppy and Sally.

Though she's afraid if she shows Wally, he'll be afraid of her. Just like all the other humans were...

She thought about telling Barnaby because he's so laid back and easy going.. perhaps he'd accept her for who she is.. but Barnaby really values honesty.. maybe he'd be upset that she lied to him about who she really is and wouldn't want to be her friend anymore..

She almost told Poppy, but backed out last second. She doesn't want to scare poor Poppy..

She's considered telling Sally.. and since Sally has a similar story to her.. maybe she'd be really understanding and accept her.. but she wasn't sure. So she never told her..

I'd like to imagine Home does, but Wally either doesn't notice them or thinks they're just normal old house things :0

For example, the first picture in this post shows Home before Wally restored it. The peeling paint was supposed to be like rotting flesh, showing a pale red wood underneath.. bright red wood exists in their world, but its not usually that shade of red...

I thought about there occasionally being a faint blowing sound somewhere in the house. Accompanied by drawn out rise and fall in temperature though all the rooms. Wally would say the windows don't seal that well or the walls have poor insulation.. Other's would say it feels like breathing..

I've considered that when Wally tries to hang a picture, the walls leak some kind of thick fluid. Obviously meant to be blood- but I miiiight not go with that one. Since that would be a big glaring problem that would grab Wally's attention-

KSJLJSJK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HOWDY?? XDDD

Also I'm actually pretty thin on ideas for Howdy.. although I DO have these headcannons about Howdy not liking winter/the cold! :0

I imagined that Howdy can't handle the cold at all <XD In the wintertime howdy is constantly cold, hungry and sleepy. This makes him move really slowly and show up late to everything 😔Thankfully he has his good pal Barnaby to lend a hand around the shop. But it just sucks that he's so exhausted in the wintertime and can hardly get anything done..

(In response to this post)

Thank you so much! :DD And ooooo! Yellow and black could work really well! :000

ALSO NOOO DON'T TUMBLE DRY THE CATERPILLAR- XDDDD

@neo-metalscottic (Chandelure post in question)

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! :DDD

And as for Julies sisters/brother, I actually haven't thought about them much.. BUT THIS IDEA IS SOOOO GOOD AND SPOOKY!!! U GOTTA FIND A WAY TO ADD IT TO THE AU!! :DDD

I would like to draw that comic, but its just a huuuuuge project for me to pick up atm <XD

@problematicskeleton

Thank you so much!! :DD Although unfortunately I don't know what image you're talking about.. I don't remember seeing Eddie hurt with Wally carrying him, and I don't have any intentions for Eddie to get seriously hurt! <:0

[zapreportsblog]

Hello 🙋🏼 Can you, pleease write about The Lost Boys taking care of the sick reader? Allergy, flu, cold, rhinitis and ✨ such ✨ 😅 She goes crazy telling them to stay away because she's ugly and disgusting, but they take care of her anyway 😔 🥺

Sooo relatable

↱ taking care of our baby ↰

➘ summary : the lost boys take care of their sick girlfriend

➘ Marko x David x reader x Dwayne x Paul , the lost boys x reader

➘ a/n : I’m sure we all can relate to this

The cavernous darkness of the underground lair was disrupted by the flickering light of a few scattered candles. Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and David, the tight-knit group known as the Lost Boys, exchanged glances as they gathered around the worn wooden table. Unease threaded through the air like a shadow, driven by the unsettling absence of someone who was an integral part of their lives.

"Has anyone seen (Y/N)?" Marko's voice broke the silence, his brows furrowed with concern. He leaned against the rough stone wall, his dark eyes scanning the faces of his comrades.

Paul shook his head, the dread building within him. "I haven't. She's always here waiting for us when we wake up. It's not like her to be late or to miss a gathering like this."

David's gaze flickered towards the cave entrance, his lips set in a thoughtful line. "It's not like her to just disappear without a word. We need to find out where she is."

Dwayne, the usually quiet one, chimed in with a heavy note of worry in his voice. "Maybe something happened to her. We should start searching."

With a shared sense of urgency, the Lost Boys scattered, fanning out to cover the area surrounding the cave. Their footsteps echoed off the walls as they called out her name, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of their missing girlfriend.

As minutes turned into what felt like hours, a gnawing sense of anxiety settled in their chests. The bond they shared with (Y/N) was strong, an unbreakable connection that had formed through shared experiences and mutual trust. Her absence left a void that was impossible to ignore.

Just as doubt began to creep in, Marko's voice rang out, sharp and urgent. "Over here!"

The others hurried to his side, their hearts pounding in their chests as they saw (Y/N) lying on the ground, unconscious but seemingly unharmed. David was the first to reach her, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tried to rouse her.

"(Y/N), wake up," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief.

Slowly, (Y/N)'s eyelids fluttered open, revealing her (e/c) eyes that were slightly dazed. She blinked up at the worried faces of her friends, confusion knitting her brows together.

"What... what happened?" Her voice was soft, a whisper that carried a hint of vulnerability.

"You tell us," Paul said gently, kneeling down beside her. "We were worried sick when you didn't show up. Are you okay?"

(Y/N) tried to sit up, her movements slightly shaky. She ran a hand through her hair, looking around as if trying to piece together what had happened. "I... I don't remember. Everything's a blur."

David helped her to her feet, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "You scared us, (Y/N). We thought something happened to you."

A mixture of emotions washed over her—embarrassment, gratitude, and a tinge of fear. She leaned on them for support, feeling their presence like an anchor in the midst of her confusion.

As they made their way back to the cave, the sense of unity among the Lost Boys was stronger than ever. Whatever had transpired, (Y/N) was back with them, and that was all that mattered. The bond they shared was unbreakable, and as they returned to the warmth of the candles' glow, they knew that they could face anything as long as they faced it together.

The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow across the cavern as the Lost Boys gathered around the table, their concern for (Y/N) palpable. She sat with them, her gaze distant as she tried to recall the events that had led to her sudden collapse.

"It's all starting to come back to me," (Y/N) murmured, her voice soft but determined. "I was waiting for you all, like I usually do, and then... I started feeling really lightheaded and dizzy. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and everything was blurry."

The expressions of worry on the faces of the Lost Boys deepened. Marko reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That doesn't sound good. Are you sure you're okay?"

(Y/N) nodded, a small smile touching her lips. "I think I know what happened. I've been feeling under the weather for the past few days. I got the flu, and I must have overexerted myself. The heat from the candles in here probably didn't help either."

Paul's brows furrowed as he looked at her critically. "Are you sure you're feeling better now?"

She nodded again, her gaze locking onto his. "I promise, I'm feeling much better. It was just a combination of things that made me pass out."

David's concern was evident as he leaned closer, his fingers pressing lightly against her forehead. "(Y/N), you still feel warm. Let's check your temperature to make sure you're not running a fever."

With unanimous agreement, the Lost Boys swung into action. They fetched a thermometer and ensured (Y/N) was comfortable as they took her temperature. As they waited for the result, her eyes met each of theirs, gratitude shimmering in her gaze.

When the thermometer beeped, Paul read the display with a frown. "You're still hot, (Y/N). This doesn't sound like you're completely better."

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I appreciate your concern, but it's not that bad. I've been feeling much worse."

David's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "We're not ones to take chances. We're a family, and we look out for each other."

Marko nodded in agreement, his gaze steady. "We're not going to let you tough it out on your own. We'll take care of you until you're back to your normal self."

Touched by their unwavering support, (Y/N) felt a surge of warmth in her chest. She had found something precious with the Lost Boys—a bond that transcended blood ties. And as they continued to look out for her, she knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would overcome them together.

The night air carried a refreshing coolness that brushed against (Y/N)'s overheated skin as she lay near the entrance of the cavern. The Lost Boys had been taking shifts, staying by her side to make sure she was comfortable as she battled her illness. But even as the night breeze provided some relief, the fever still lingered, causing her body to break into intermittent sweats.

She let out a weak sigh, her (e/c) eyes fixed on the starlit sky above. Despite the discomfort, she appreciated the tranquility of the night, a stark contrast to the feverish haze that had consumed her for the past day. She felt weak and vulnerable, her body protesting against the sickness that had taken hold.

Dwayne sat nearby, his presence offering a sense of comfort. He glanced at her, concern etched on his features. "How are you feeling, (Y/N)?"

She managed a weak smile, her voice slightly hoarse. "Better than earlier, I think. The night air helps."

He nodded, his gaze gentle. "Just hang in there. We're here for you."

The others had retreated deeper into the cave, giving her some space. The faint glow of candles illuminated the interior, casting a warm light against the stone walls. Despite their absence, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her appearance—her flushed skin, damp hair, and the general disarray she was in due to her fever.

"Don't look at me," she mumbled, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. "I must look awful right now."

Dwayne's chuckle was soft and reassuring. "You're not exactly at your best, but that doesn't matter. We care about you, no matter how you look."

As her fingers played with the edge of her shirt, she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. Their acceptance of her, even in her vulnerable state, touched her heart. It was a reminder of the bond they shared—a bond that went beyond appearances.

"You don't have to worry about being 'ugly,'" he said gently, as if reading her thoughts. "We're all in this together, sickness and all."

Her lips curved into a faint smile as she met his gaze. "Thank you, Dwayne."

His smile in return was warm and genuine. "Anytime, (Y/N). We're a family, remember?"

As the night stretched on, (Y/N) closed her eyes, allowing the cool breeze to wash over her. The Lost Boys had shown her that true acceptance wasn't based on appearances, but on the connections they shared. And in the midst of her sickness, that was a lesson worth holding onto.

[antlered-prince]

The brain worms got to me 😔

(disclaimer: my crusty writing skills that I haven't touched in 84 years, english, grammar, faeu has me on a chokehold)

Fae!Dream always gets what he wants. I mean, why wouldn't he? With a smile that will tug your heartstrings and a voice that seems to sing endless love songs to you (even if he's insulting you), it won't be long before a human flies far too close to the sun and think to themselves, "I'm in love!" and he'll snatch them away to their new forever home.

So one day, when Dream was looking for a human to scurry away to the fae realm, he meets you. At first you didn't seem interesting to him. You were like any other human, you look plain, you sound plain, even the way you go up and about is also plain to him. He never saw you smile, you also didn't carry much elegance in the way you walk or carry yourself, not that you seem to care, nor did you have that puppy-like cheer that others possesses, much like those who swarmed over to him when they heard a handsome young man visited their village. Too busy to care, nor to notice him.

And yet in the endless sea of humans, you're the only one he sees.

A smile crept to his face. You're an interesting blend. You would make a good addition to his collection. He wasn't in a rush anyway. You'd be fun to break.

And he did. But it took longer than he expected. His advances became fruitless with a stone cold heart like yours. It's either his praises went over your head, you're oblivious, or is blatantly ignoring him. He assumed you were just playing hard-to-get at first, but you were actually a challenge he hasn't had in a long while.

But as time went on, he finds that you have a quick wit that never fails to make him laugh and momentarily forget about the conversation you two (or just him, seeing as you rarely speak, just quietly listening) were talking about.

And when he does strike a chord. You two get to have deep conversations on topics you are interested in. And, he can't help but admit it, he likes the way your eyes light up whenever you ramble on, then abruptly stop before sheepishly jesting how you must've talked his ear off.

...but he will always let you continue either way. He doesn't know why, but your voice tastes like the sweetest of honeys that ever laced his tastebuds.

You were addicting.

He doesn't know what he's feeling—no wait, he knows, he just never expected for him to fall first before you. He's still in denial. And as he should! Dream couldn't believe it! That wasn't how the plan was supposed to be! You were the one who's supposed to fall! Not him!

...those thoughts kept lingering at the back of his head.

The days pushed on. Everyday, he feels that you're slowly trusting him. Slowly opening up. Slowly blooming into the flower that you were supposed to be. He underestimated you, and he slightly cringes to the thought that he thought of you as some plain human.

It's almost as if he doesn't want to break that heart he just opened.

At the back of his head, he almost wanted to bail with this idea of his. Almost. He finally brings you to the forest, masked as a little trip to a hidden garden in the woods for a picnic. A garden, an entrance. This is the day. Yet he still feels conflicted, his soul sinks to the thought of how you'd react to the revelation that he was never human. He was a fae. A fae who had an ulterior motive. A fae who chipped through the ice that surrounded your heart just so he can bring you his world. To become one of them.

But wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to be with him? Wouldn't you like to spend the rest of eternity cracking jokes and finally be able to do the things you've always wanted to do but couldn't because of your miserable human life?

Wouldn't you like that?

Wouldn't you like to be with him? Forever?

...you love him.

His conflicted thoughts seemed to have died down after that.

You take a bite of the pie he created. It was divine. It effortlessly melts in your mouth, the flavor bursts like endless fireworks, each one tastes distinctly different yet the same with every bite and every gulp. It was sublime. You've never tasted anything like this. It almost felt like something such as this would never exist.

You turn to Peiskos to sing praises to the pie he baked but... He's not there.

You dropped the fork that he handed to you. You didn't see Peiskos. You see a skeleton. He was dressed in silks and satins that you've never seen in your world before. He was bejeweled with gold-like bangles (you couldn't seem to tell if it was gold or not for some reason. Like it was shifting differently every once in a while) and a brilliant crown perched on his head.

...there were also wings. Wings that were attached to his back. Wonderful golden-hued wings that seems to flutter with pride and glory as you focus your attention to it. You hear the skeleton chuckle. You think he said something. But you were to distracted, your eyes bulged in horror. It gazes towards the pie you ate and back to him.

You should have known.

"...What have you done to me?"

The process of getting you settled in was quick. You didn't give a peep since. Dream understands. You were still in shock (A small part of him felt as though it was withering with how lifeless your eyes look like), but he digresses. You'll be back to your blooming-self before you knew it.

Like a flower, he will keep you from withering away. Like a bird, he will keep you safe and happy and well fed. And in his garden, you'll never be alone ever again. You love him. He can feel it. He knows it. He knows the meaning behind your gaze when you look at him, the way your laughter sang differently when you first met, and the wrinkles that form at the corner of your eyes whenever he makes you smile. Humans have fallen in love with him. He's seen it all. He can never be wrong. And won't you be happy here with him? Eternally?

Right?

...right?

Originally, this was supposed to be about nightmare. What came to me aaaaaaaaaaa

aaaaaa this was so gooooood

i've been travelling so i've been pondering it throughout the day, thank you for this lovely lil drabble (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

[gwaaaaar]

The General State of MazM

So. MazM recently made Pechka pay to play. Fuck. I don't want to be hostile but to all those that complained about the ads this is the alternative and it's not too good...

MazM has 7 members right now and no one from the Thy Creature team is left. (Off the top of my head the members should be birdy the director, jessy is i think a programmer, luffy the marketer, martin the new artist, whoever writes the newsletters and 2 others). That is. Incredibly shocking and I do worry about the state of MazM. In 2021 one of their employees on twitter said MazM was on the verge of bankruptcy and begged people to play Thy Creature because it was their only hope.

MazM isn't bankrupt right now I'd assume but this is such a sudden change with no prior information provided. I worry that they'll go back to POTO and JNH and make those P2P too...

This isn't very good. They're going to release Metamorphosis in Autumn 2024. They haven't released Lessa: Checkmate in English yet. When these titles do come out, I ask that the MazM fandom be vocal in their support and well, not complain about the ads 😔. They're trying their best but free content is difficult when the fanbase is so small, comprised largely of people who can't pay for a variety of reasons. I think our best bet would be to try to popularize the games through word of mouth, and if anyone can afford it and wants to, spare a bit of money.

I think MazM would benefit from a patreon or some sort of subscription for exclusive content. That way they wouldn't alienate their f2p fanbase whilst attracting the attention of those who can spare a penny for exclusive content.

Show your support as much as you can!

[nonymous-nb]

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Biograft + Reader

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"I'm Getting What? — Adopted!"

PHIGHTING! | One-shot | Fluff | Platonic / Comedy-ish.

Warning/s: [he made his entrance.]

Extra: [you stealing a biograft from subspace 👍✨ + biograft's pronouns: they/it + short one-shot]

"..Where Are You Taking Me?" Biograft asked as you drag them away to who knows where. "My part of the building." You told them as you unlock the door that leads through your very own lab in Blackrock. Biograft stayed silent as they observed whatever human tendency you are doing, letting you drag them as you are an ally to it's creator, seeing no harm in doing whatever you want with them as Subspace didn't instruct them to kill you.. yet. But Biograft 'sense' some peace in you, plus the other Biografts 'likes' you too.. in biograft kind of sense. You haven't harmed them or anything so what's the issue with doing something small like this?

"And.. here!" You made Biograft sit on one of the chairs as you gave them a piece of paper on the table. "Now, I need you to sign this if you could." You told the Biograft pointing to where it needs to sign. Tilting it's head in confusion. "Isn't This Supposed To Be My Creator's Job?" They asked thinking it's one of those work papers that Subspace does. "No, this is a.. uh, paper- paper that meant we work together for future collaborations." Biograft began to process what ever the heck you meant because they think they saw the word 'trade' and 'adoption' until you covered half of the paper. Plus, aren't you and it's creator already in a collaboration? "Then It Should Be My Creator's Responsibility To Sign These."

"He's uh.. busy, you know.. with other stuffs that's already piling in his lab? Plus he said it's alright for you to sign some." You quickly came up with some bs you know that ain't true, Biograft narrowed it's eyes at you, but it seems like Biograft took it either way. "How Do You.. Sign Papers?" Oh, heck yeah you're safe. "You just write your name over here.. and sign over here!" You pointed at the same spot again, quite giddy. "Oh, also put Subspace's name over here.. and yours here." You pointed out as Biograft just nodded and did as you told them to. Haha, this Biograft is yours now—

*slAaM?!*

"What is the meaning of this?!" And speak of the devil.. the demon himself appeared. "Oh, heya Subspace." you just gave him a smile as if you done nothing. Biograft didn't care enough on what's going with the two of you and just kept writing and signing on the paper. Subspace noticed that his Biograft is.. writing something?? "Biograft, what are you writing on??" The scientist asked. Biograft stopped it's writing and it looks like it finished it. "Signing A Paper." Subspace narrowed his singular working eye at the paper. "And that paper is about??" Biograft then looked at the paper to read it while you just smiled at Subspace. "A Fully Official And Legal Trade Adoption Paper.." Biograft trailed off.

"..WHAT?!" Subspace screeched out and went fully inside in your lab to take the paper and tear it apart. "Nuh-uh" You said as you snatched the paper first and hide it in your pocket, Subspace gave you a narrowed look. "Phuck you mean 'nuh-uh'?! I created them!!" You stuck out your tongue at Subspace. "The contract has been signed, loser." You flipped him off with an innocent look, yeah Subspace didn't like that. "You— GET OVER HERE!!" He began to run at you. You quickly carried Biograft on your shoulder and ran away like how you would run away from a nextbot and juke it.. Except that nextbot is Subspace. "THEY'RE MINE NOW BIATCH"

Biograft just chilled on your shoulder, finding the current banter with you and their creator normal.

"What A Day."

{Have some small portion of food 😔}

[oxymorayuri]

Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the storys masterlist. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

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! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: wudus6

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

Masterlist

Stay tuned for the next Part babes <3

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[juuenigma]

Hello Congratulations on 100 likes I can't wait to watch your blog grow.

I have seen on your page that you haven't written about lookism yet and I was wondering if you could write about gimyung or jake kim with the boyfriend head canons.

Lookism Jake Kim as your boyfriend p.1

(Jake kim x fem!reader)

— Jake is definitely a green flag. It's so obvious, I mean, look at him. JUST LOOK AT HIM. He's the most green flag out of all. FR.

— Calls you his princess and will definitely pay your bills. You might as well call him da---- *gunshots. But, if you call him that — you should get ready... you might get tired and worst, he won't let you stand after you spend the night at his bedroom. (😏)

—Well, he values consent more than anything. Won't do the first move unless he got your consent. Like, "Can I sleep beside you?" "Can I hold your hand?" "Can I kiss you?"

— When the two of you got into an argument, Jake is definitely the first one to apologize. After the fight, you will hear him knocking on your door with your favorite snacks in his arms. Or, if you have a pet, he will carry them on his arms and uses them to melt your heart or something.

"Can you forgive me or atleast let me in for our child's sake? Our baby was so sad to see us fight, you know?"

— He makes you laugh with his dad jokes (which he got from his big bro, sinu) but he always ends up laughing on his own while you're just looking at him like >>> 🤨😒🙄 (insert the big deal members, they will just look at you with an apologetic face, and then sighs, "sorry that you witnessed his the most vulnerable state, sis in law." )

You're happy that you get to see the other side of him though. You don't actually find it uncool, he looks cute. You just love him for who he is, not just the positive ones but also the most vulnerable side of your boyfriend.

— He holds you by the waist when you walk and when he drives, his hand would immediately rest on your legs, sometimes he will intertwine his free hand on yours with the most satisfied expression he has.

— Jake would definitely carry you to your bedroom when he saw you falling asleep on the couch or on the car. You woke up when you felt his lips brushing on your forehead though.

"Goodnight, princess." he will mumble on your ear after kissing your forehead.

The man proceeds on showering. He's too conscious when he's with you plus +++ he loves it when you compliment how good he smells as he cuddles with you.

—Jake loves to pat your head or gives you words of affirmation every single day. You deserved it.

In conclusion, you'd be the luckiest woman in the world. Imagine dating someone like him? BRUHHH you'd be crazy to let him gauurr. I'm fr, mate. Even I wishes to date him. 😔😔 (Jake's fangirl? Wasn't me✋✋✋😩😩 def noooott)

[finniestoncrane]

i’m in the trenches for gotham eddie. he’s such a nerd and i love it 😔 i need him getting worked up over kisses or seeing u with his glasses on, if you wouldn’t mind writing about it <3 🤲

Do They Suit Me?

Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1k mhmmmmm yep this is my weakness and i am about to hit you with the sappiest, cheesiest, romcom-iest, plot-adjacent bit of fluff u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, lil bit of some prem. ejac, shy!eddie

Once your colleague, Eddie, had left the small office you both shared in the GCPD building, you stared at the door for a few seconds longer, noting the distinct blur. The distance wasn't too far, and yet the lack fo detail you were able to make out on the notice by the door frame was enough to tell you that Eddie was perhaps right, as he always was. Your eyesight was deteriorating. So you muttered to yourself in false annoyance, smiling as you whispered the words.

"Typical, Mr. Nygma. You're always have the right answer. Even when you haven't been asked the question."

Although, you giggled as you realised, it's not as though his predisposition to being correct offers him any confidence, a musing supported by how quickly he had just left the room. His cheeks were already blushing, his fingers fumbling to take off his own glasses as he began to sweat, before he finished his thought, uttering out loud what he likely had meant to exclaim to himself in silence. That you would look very good in glasses.

Maybe you would. He was right about everything else. Looking over to where he had placed his own clubmaster style frames down, you reached for them, carefully, slowly, quietly putting them on to see if they changed your vision, or indeed, if they suited you.

As you searched around the room for a reflective surface to check the style against your face, you did realise that Eddie's vision wasn't comparable to your own, and it was difficult making out anything with the frames on. And this particular disadvantage, and the distraction of your search, meant you missed it when he had stepped back into the room until he was speaking.

"Sorry, I forgot my- oh... oh my..."

He swallowed the lump of nerves that collected in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing behind the smooth, freshly shaven skin.

"Eddie! I am so sorry, I just wanted... to see... if it made it any easier to..."

"N-no, I'm sorry. Or... for not knocking. I sh-should have knocked. If... uh... if you want I can, uh... find a mirror, or?"

He stuttered over his words, unable to speak. For a moment you worried you had overstepped a boundary, setting off a comfort issue within him. But as you took note of his body language, there were several things that told another story. The sweat that had threatened to form when he complimented you earlier was now trickling down his temples. Following down his body, you noted his arms were straight and tense, stuck to his side. His fists clenched into tight balls, twitching as he tried to distract himself. And then, the most telling of all, the distinct tenting at the front of his brown pants, a bulge that held no secrets. You wondered if he had even noticed how visible it was.

"Hmm... no, actually. I don't need a mirror. Could you just tell me..."

With your fingers resting on the legs of the glasses, you pulled them down the bridge of your nose, looking over the tops at him and batting your eyelids.

"... do they suit me? How do I look, Eddie?"

As he stammered, his brain running through all the different words he could use, you pushed them back up again, slowly, as sultry as you could musternow that your own cheeks were threatening to go beet red, flattered by the kind of control you clearly had over him.

"They... they, uh... definitely look g-good... or better, even... I mean..."

You stood up and he whimpered, the threat of your body coming closer to him as you took a step out from behind the desk enough to silence him, to put him out of the misery of finding the right words to finish his sentence. Although, there were several short breaths that he choked on as you forced a wiggle onto your hips, relishing the way his eyes flitted up and down your body, then away from you entirely as he chastised himself for daring to take a glance.

"It's a shame, I thought maybe I'd be able to see clearly, but they're making things a bit blurry. Which means I can't see you properly, and you can't see me very well either, I guess."

Stopping in front of him, your body as close to his as possible without being pressed tight to him, you removed the frames and placed them back on his face, tucking his hair carefully behind his ear and tidying up the loose strands that fell to his forehead as his breath hitched and released in a breathy sigh.

"There, they definitely look much better on you, I think. Very handsome."

As your hand finished adjusting the legs behind his slightly protruding ears, you brought it round to his cheek where you rested it. Gazing into his eyes, you felt your own giddy heartbeat in your chest, could feel the heat of Eddie's gaze settle on your body in spite of himself. You let out a gentle exhale, a soft, almost imperceptible moan coming with it. And as the sound filled the room, you let your hand fall to his neck, tracing his collarbone and down his shirt, fingers settling on the end of his tie, which you tugged softly with a wink. Eddie responded with a sharp squeal, immediately stepping back from you and pursing his lips. Behind the lenses of his glasses, you could see slight panic on his face, and you followed his hands as they fell to the bottom of his grey labcoat, trying to pull it down to cover the slight wet patch that had begun to form on the front of his pants.

Before he could rush back out of the door, you caught his sleeve, holding his wrist.

"It's fine, Eddie. We can pretend that without your glasses, I didn't even notice that."

He nodded, a frown forming.

"Don't be embarrased, I'll take it as a compliment."

Your eyes flitted down to his crotch, the bulge still pressing towards the fabric of his pants.

"A huge compliment at that."

"Oh, goodness..."

Another gulp, another soft squeak as his knees began to buckle under him, and his hand tried to grab the wall, stabilising himself as you walked back to the desk with a wide, smug grin.

[toomuchracket]

omg give us crumbs of that baby making please 😔😔

haven't thought about the act itself but night 1 of your honeymoon is kinda a write-off because matty got an awful headache on the plane and it's not shifted yet. but it's cool, you like taking care of him, so you sit on his lap while he's in bed with his eyes closed and just lightly rub his temples to ease the pressure a little; you quip "i should have one of those sexy nurse costumes on for this" and despite his ailment you can literally feel matty's dick twitch beneath you at that. you giggle but say "less of that, baby, focus on feeling better please", and matty's like "no really i'm fine i think i'd be alright if you were on top" - you debate it for a second, in all honesty, but you shake your head and say "nah, you need to be at full health for what i want you to do to me on this honeymoon actually". matty cracks one eye open and smirks like "and what might that be, wifey?", and you smile so so sweetly and say "well, there are a few things, but mostly... i want you to get me pregnant"; naturally, he lowkey loses it, and while you don't actually have sex that night i think there's definitely some mutual handjobs happening. anyway, the next day, after a long sleep, your husband (!!) is feeling a LOT better - that evening, you sneakily change into a pretty little babydoll lingerie moment and head back into the bedroom to see matty, sat shirtless on the edge of the bed. his jaw drops when he sees your outfit, and then he smiles and says "i really am the luckiest fucker on the planet. got the most beautiful wife. c'mere, darling"; you go over and stand between his legs while he hugs you, lifting up the floaty fabric of your dress to kiss your stomach then looking at you like "gonna put a baby in here tonight, sweetheart"... should i write this? <3

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

HELL YES. Poseidon with a lover who has brown eyes --and he's absolutely crazy for her 🤭

Love brown eyes. I don't know how long I'll be able to make this, but being able to write again is nice♡

Highkey forgot my setup, but GN!Reader x Poseidon || SFW || Warnings for: Nothing. Just brown eye appreciation <3 [Under the cut for my own convenience lmaoo]

Yall I forgot to add tags I'm so😭

As soon as Poseidon awakes, he starts his morning routine.

First, he showers. He uses your good shampoo and conditioner, despite your demands for him to "get out of your stuff."

Doubling down, he uses your lotions and creams as well. He tells himself "it's because a true God bends to no one's will." That "as the god of gods, he can and shall use anything under his own palace's roof."

You sigh whenever he says these. You both know he simply enjoys smelling like you.

Next, he goes to breakfast. He eats his fill, refraining from killing any servants out of concern the screams will wake you.

Then supervises as your breakfast is cooked, picking out each ingredient himself, down to the eggs used in your omelet.

Here, his anticipation truly starts to build. An hour before sunrise, he starts to work. Settling in his office, he sets a timer and tries to spend at least half of the time actually working. Yet, as the minutes dwindle, and the sun's rays begin to peak over the horizon, the stoic Sea God's heart races in true.

This was it, this is what he's been waiting for.

He left the alarm ringing, racing shamelessly to your shared bedroom where the first ray of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains, and his heart stutters in its beats as you slowly blink open your eyes.

Love. Love and adoration fills him as the sun brings your eyes to life, swirling browns flecked with heavenly gold. A rare shiver runs down his spine as you fix him in place with that gaze of yours, time itself coming to a stop as the world melts down to nothing but the deepest depths of your irises.

He sucks in a hard breath, having forgotten to breath. He rights himself, hoping his featureless mask maintained itself even as he approached the mortal who captured his heart.

He sits down, the edge of the bed dipping under his weight. He holds his hand out, the one he promised to always protect you with, and you lean into it. Batting your lashes lovingly, the shadows created darken the golden browns to a dark chocolate color, deep and mesmerizing.

Mesmerized... yes, that's what he was. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you are, and amazed by how a single set of eyes can enchant him in so many different ways. A moment's glance convinces him you stole his soul; and not so deep down, he thinks, 'I wouldn't mind if they stole it... long as it feels like this.'

In a snap, the sunlight is gone, and your eyes return to they're normal shade of brown. And even in this state, he finds them beautiful. Warm, like coming home; comforting, like an embrace.

You blink, slowly, staring at him with equal adoration. "Up early again I see?" His heart stutters in its beats, the "sleep", having yet to leave your voice, made it soft and quiet, and so, so beautiful.

He hums, guiding you from the bed with gentle hands. "Then you must be stacked work-wise... I'll help after I eat. You can go ahead and return-"

"No."

The two of you pause as you enter the bathroom, locking eyes once more. "...I'll stay here." With you.

The crash of a strong wave can be heard in the background, and slowly, you smile. Words leave your lips, drowned out by the sound of the ocean that suddenly came to life in the background.

But any being alive heard the king of the seas voice in the waves as he kissed his lover and whispered a gentle, "Love you too."

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A/N: MY PHONES ON 7 PERCENT AHHHH

Yes I know I haven't written in like six years yes I know this isn't as quality as it could've been YES I KNOW I should actually write since this is literally a writing blog but I'm trying okay leave me alone😔

Anyways love yall, be nice and maybe you'll see another boobie post:D love yalllll

[luckykiwiii101]

Girl, there is no reason to be so mean… like you could at least sweetly reject her! Poor thing, her dad passes away and she wants to know more about affirming. I get the ‘savage personality’ but you should really try to lift others up… 😔

This is exactly why you haven't manifested anything yet 🙄

Be kind!

Hello. I don’t think i’ve replied to an ask about anyone who’s dad passed away? Maybe i missed it, can you send me the link if i have. But I would never be insensitive to someone who is grieving. I usually skim read my asks because I get so many in a day and don’t have time to read them thoroughly.

About the “savage personality”. I’m not being a savage. I understand that I write my posts with an attitude but that is for a reason!!! If somebody genuinely needs my help, they can look at my master list and read posts there! If they have a question that those posts in my master list do no answer then i’m more than happy to help and that is evident on my page!

I’m not going to repeat myself when it is so time consuming to answer asks everyday and run this blog especially during exam season. And of course i’m going to get frustrated when people just ignore me when I tell them to check my master list before asking me a question. I’m sorry that people can’t consider the fact that i’m a human being and i’m busy. I’m not some AI machine that you can ask the same questions on repeat like a broken record. There’s an actual human being behind this blog and people are just abusing my inbox spamming me with the same questions everyday asking me “How do i manifest” “How do I assume” “How do I affirm” As if my master list doesn’t have a whole entire detailed lengthy post dedicated to that specific topic. I didn’t make those posts for no reason. It takes me 2+ hours to make posts sometimes because of how precise and detailed I make them so that you guys can fully understand and for people to just disregard and ignore my work like that whilst proceeding to ask me for more is straight up disrespect. I made my master list so that it is in big bold letters and easy to navigate. People refusing to not read my posts and educate themselves is not my problem. I’m not going to baby them nor let them victimise themselves. They have all the resources they need and they don’t want to use them. If they have a genuine question i’m more than happy to answer unless there’s a post in my master list that answers it.

Maybe you should try running a blog before criticising me like this.

P.S. I’ve manifested many things. “That’s why you haven’t manifested anything yet 🙄” That’s laughable. Turn your anonymity off next time. And you’ve so clearly manifested your dream life. Oh wait I can’t see your blog because your hiding behind the anonymous icon. Keep it going!

Don’t try to school me. I’m not going to answer ignorant people. If you’re mad, then you are that ignorant person that needs to read this message. My gosh.