#sorry cheap commission fans

[kewpiekills]

a (mostly) front facing Valentine compilation

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

They have a lot of nerve posting these job offers after all those Etsy and fan merch stores were forced to close down because they were selling Hazbin fan merch.

It’s like “We’re sorry Amazon fucked you over, but you can still work for us for dirt cheap!”

The fans spent the last couple of years keeping the hype for Hazbin alive and how does Viv replay them? By letting Amazon gain control of the merch rights, because you know, nothing bad ever happens when a major corporation gains control of an established IP, am I right?

Honestly, if you’re a Hazbin fan, I recommend buying fan merch or commissioning artists for fan art instead of buying any of the official Hazbin/Helluva merch.

Amazon doesn’t deserve a goddamn cent.

[kitthepurplepotato]

My weird roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

Alternative title: Midoriya Izuku’s weekly shenanigans!

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

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🥦Summary🥦

“So you are telling me that you lost your job and got evicted on the same day?”

Well, yes. You’ve never been a lucky gal and you are also quirkless. Jirou, your pro hero friend decides to help you out of your misery and give you an opportunity to live beside a mysterious man for barely any rent. The mysterious man is ends up to be the pro hero you’ve been obsessed with for ages! After a few days you realize that Izuku Midoriya is an absolute weirdo… in a really adorable way.

Week by week, the reader explores Midoriya’s weird habits and slowly falls in love with all his flaws. (Eww, so cheesy.)

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Genre: Comedy, romance (no smut, sorry! Might get a bit suggestive, but that’s it!)

General info and warnings (each chapter will have their own): swear words, blood, injuries, potential other hero ships, tooth rotting fluff and extreme amount of awkwardness. No real angst! Reader is 23, Deku is 25.

Other minor relationships in the story: Kirishima x Bakugou, Denki x Shinsou

16+ for safety!

About the author: English is the potato’s second language, please be kind to the potato.

Check out the potato’s Master List!

UPDATE: The story is now being translated to Vietnamese! Click here to read it! Thank you @izukuslittlekitty 💚

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Week 0 - Just go with the flow!

“So you are telling me that you lost your job and got evicted on the same day?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Jirou. I still have a month to pack my stuff and I wanted to resign anyway. No biggie, really.”

Yeah, no biggie. The bottle of wine in your hand is only for pleasure, not to soothe your broken heart.

You’ve never been the luckiest gal if it comes to… well… anything. First, you were born quirkless, then you ended up helping your family financially for years after the family business went to shit, then right when you were about to be freed from the responsibility as your parents started a new business which actually made money this time, you lost your job and your really cheap apartment. You are not really stressed about the money part as you do have a side hustle; well, if you can call doing Pro Hero fan arts for commission a side hustle; and thanks to your upbringings you always made sure to have some spare money in the bank.

Your main problem is the fact that you just can’t have anything easy. Maybe you do have a quirk after all; one called “Forever Unlucky.” Quite a catchy name, actually, you might make a character based on this in the manga you’re about to draw.

“Bestie, I have an idea. I will sort out all your life problems. Give me one day.” The call cuts off and you are left alone with your thoughts. Oh, well. At least you can start your manga today… Or write a silly fanfiction about Deku being your roommate. You haven’t uploaded anything new to Tumblr in the last few months anyway.

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“I’m not going to beg you, but this is a really good opportunity. You should take it. You’re the only one I trust enough to ask. Take that as the biggest compliment of your life.”

Oh well, this is such a lovely opportunity indeed; Move out of your place and move in with a random guy you can’t even check on social media because Jirou is a secretive little shit and doesn’t tell you his name. This person is also a guy, if that wasn’t obvious. There are so many things that can go wrong, it’s actually ridiculous.

“Sounds like this is a really great way to end up in a ditch, Jirou.” You sigh. You know she’s just trying to help you, but this is shady business. What if the guy is a pervert? Or a murderer? Okay, a pro hero like Jirou wouldn’t hang around a murderer but this guy can still be a pervert.

“Y/N, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but the guy is a pro hero. You love pro heroes, right?”

“Well, I do love them, but until Grape Juice is in the business this doesn’t make me feel any better about this.”

Oh, little Mineta. The fact that he’s still alive and rocking is beyond you. The guy had more scandals than rescues in the last few months.

“Y/N.” Jirou tries his best to sound authoritative. “You don’t have a job, you have nowhere to live, your parents live in the middle of nowhere. You also wanted to take time off to make a manga and get rich and famous. I’m giving you an opportunity to basically live in a fancy ass apartment for free and all you have to do is take care of a fucking cat and pay electricity and water. I know it sound like a stupid fanfiction, and to be fair, this is one, but bitch, let yourself be lucky for once. If everything goes to shit, I’ll let you sleep on my sofa until you find a place.” Jirou takes a deep breath after saying all of this without taking a single breath.

“I’m taking your bed. For 3 months.” You negotiate, clearly about to make the riskiest decision of your life.

“Deal.” Jirou answers and your phone beeps. “Call this number for more info. He’s waiting for your call.” The phone cuts off again and you can’t help but freak out.

NOW?!

You really wanted to sleep on this, give it a second thought, make a plan, get your thoughts together but oh well, you really can’t have it easy, can you?

If this would actually be a fanfiction, it would suck balls; there’s nothing but phone calls, jumping from one person to another, and the plot is way too unreal to be believable. What a shame.

The main character is also really lame; she’s a 23 years old who still reads and writes fanfictions and she lives in a fucking bubble where being a mangaka is still a legit dream to have. *

*the one writing this fanfiction is 28, so in case it wasn’t clear, this part was supposed to be a joke.

You sigh and grab your phone to make the last phone call of the day; you’ll definitely turn that shit off for the rest of the day after all this trauma.

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“H-hello?” A shy voice comes through the phone.

As a pro hero enthusiast, you are absolutely ashamed of yourself; you have zero idea who the fuck you are talking to.

His voice is comedically high, his stuttering is absolutely adorable, but feels kinda fake; or is it the voice that’s fake?

“Hey man, Jirou gave me your phone number…” You are just about to explain your reasons for calling when the mystery man interrupts you with a high squeak. Is there a hero who’s quirk is being a rubber duck? With your luck, this is Grape Juice. Yeah, it’s definitely him.

“Yes! Y/N!” He squeaks again, this time, in pain. “Sorry, I just got back from patrol. I got hit by a quirk, so excuse my voice.”

Yeah, how original. The mystery man suddenly gets hit by a voice changer quirk right before a really important phone call, so this way the mystery man stays mysterious until the first, dramatic encounter. This smells extremely fishy.

“Let me guess, a random villain called Helium Man?” You ask, clearly not believing a single word. Is this really fucking Grape Juice lying about his voice to clear the suspicion?

“It was a child, actually. He wanted a picture and a hug but his quirk just manifested and he hit me with it by accident. I should be fine in 24 hours.”

Oh, a pro hero with a big heart who loves children and animals and stops in the middle of his patrol to hug a child? Yeah, sounds legit. Well, it really does sound legit, that’s something a hero would do. Fuck.

“Uhm, that’s a really nice story, yes.” You grumble, absolutely sure this is a stupid April fools joke. You can’t stop thinking about Mineta.

“Ahh, sorry to bother you so late at night with my rambling, I tend to ramble a lot actually.” A self deprecating laugh leaves the mysterious man’s mouth, and even with the annoying high voice, it sounds absolutely adorable. Fuck, are actually falling for this prank? “Long story short, I’m barely at home and my cat is really lonely and the flat is way too big for the two of us so I want to have a trustworthy roommate who can take care of the flat and my fluffy little son when I’m away. I’m not in need of money, hence why there is no rent and if it comes to the other bills, if you can’t pay them, that’s fine. I asked my friends to ask around in case someone in their close proximity is in need of a new home and Jirou recommended you. She spoke really highly of you.”

That was a really long short story for the fuck’s sake, but that’s fine. After all the Pro Hero Deku interviews, you are kinda immune to this kind of thing. You try to think about who else is prone to rambling in the hero world, but you honestly can not think of a single person.

“And if I understand this right, I won’t be able to pry any information out of you about your identity until I actually say yes and move in for… safety reasons?” You cut the bullshit for him and get to the main reason of your anxiety. The guy on the other side squeaks again.

“I’m really sorry about that. To tell you the truth, my name is well known in this country and I want to make sure the person moving in with me is not after my fame or my connections.” The guy says, then starts to ramble again. “I mean, there is no problem with someone being a fan of me or anything, it’s not about me feeling like a bigger person and not wanting to mingle with the crowd, I really don’t mind that kind of thing, I just want to make sure the person associated with me on such a personal level isn’t trying to use my name as a stepladder? Ahh, to be honest, these aren’t even my words, these are manager’s, she’s a little bit overprotective, because apparently I’m really naive if it comes to the real world… Ahh, I’m rambling again!” The guy makes another squeaky noise, clearly giving up on landing a good first impression with you. You kinda want to hug him.

“Well, I’m definitely not after your fame and it’s not like you are the number one hero Deku, so don’t worry too much.” You try to sound reassuring to calm the mysterious man down a bit.

“Do you not… like Deku?” He stutters, his anxiety obvious even without seeing his face. Is he also a Deku fan?

“Oh, I do. I really do. But I’m not sure Deku would appreciate me bringing a life sized cardboard cutout of his into his own flat together with my 10 limited edition figurines, then walk out of my room to get a glass of water in my Deku pajamas.”

“You can’t have 10 limited edition figurines, there is only 5 available.” The man giggles, and fuck, he’s adorable.

“Well, I have two of each. One in a box one without it, duh.” You roll your eyes, even though no one can see it.

“Fair play.” The mysterious man replies. At least your obsession won’t be a problem then. “So do you want to give my flat a try? I’m only home one day a week so even if you don’t like me, I won’t be too much of a bother to you.”

Fuck, you can’t say no when he sounds so sure you won’t enjoy his company. You don’t know this man but you want to show him he’s good enough to be your friend. If this is Grape Juice, he’s doing a really good job in deceiving you.

“Yes, I’m in. Please, don’t be a weirdo.”

This might not help with the guy’s anxiety, but for your own safety you decide to not tell this man that he actually made your heart race faster already.

“I can’t guarantee that, but I’ll try my best. See you soon, Y/N! Don’t be a weirdo!” He hangs up, his giggles getting more and more muted as he moves his phone away from his face to turn it off.

So let’s sit down and think about all the new information you got during this phone call.

This mysterious man has a high voice, apparently from a quirk related accident, but he might be lying to get brownie points.

He’s indeed a pro hero and a really well known one, which means he’s probably a UA graduate.

He knows Jirou and by your knowledge you are the only one in her friend group who’s not connected to her old schoolmates in some way, so this person might be an old classmate of hers.

This person knows what to say to make himself be more likeable but that doesn’t really mean much as Grape Juice is also really good at first impressions. His true self usually comes out after a few days, but until that point the guy is smooth as fuck, apparently.

Grape Juice also has a high pitched voice…

Fuck.

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You: It’s fucking Mineta isn’t it?!

Jirou: Did you call him?!

You: Yes! He sounds like Grape Juice in those interviews when the interviewer is hot! His voice was also high!

Jirou: I need more information, wait.

Jirou: I can’t believe I’m friends with someone so stupid.

I swear on Denki’s life, it’s not Mineta!

Pack your stuff as soon as possible, the sooner you move in the sooner I can laugh in your face when you realize how fucking wrong you were.

You can’t believe you are doing this. Who in their right mind would move in with someone they know jack shit about?!

Well, apparently that’s you. You might need to get another appointment with your old shrink as something is clearly wrong with you.

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“So, this is the building.”

“You are absolutely shitting me, Jirou.”

Today is the day. All your life is in boxes, your new place is a few steps away, your Deku cutout is resting under your arms because you won’t let anyone touch your husband with their filthy hands.

You almost drop the poor guy when you take a look at the area around you; this is the fanciest part of the city, nothing but skyscrapers with massive bulletproof windows; this area is so posh that people come here for sightseeing. You can get a massive mansion anywhere else for the price of one single flat in this part of the city. Only the biggest pro heroes and celebrities can afford this. You are quite sure you read on a gossip site about this area being the one where the top 10 probably resides.

That means, Deku might live close by. Or… he might be your neighbor.

Fuck, you are such a fangirl.

“Close your mouth and let’s go.” Jirou takes your free hand and pulls you into the lobby; yes, there is a massive lobby in the building just like the ones in fancy hotels. There is a fucking Starbucks in there, only for the residents which might sound absolutely ridiculous and a waste of money but seeing the size of the building (and the fact that the people living in it are loaded) they probably make enough money to keep it going without any loss. It might also be really helpful to the residents as going into a busy coffee shop while your face is all over the high street billboards doesn’t sound like the most pleasant feeling at 6AM in the morning.

Jirou waves to the guy sitting behind the lobby desk. The guy’s eyes scans Jirou’s full body; like literally scans it, sounds effects and all, then moves to you. He does the same thing and pushes a button; a massive door opens on the side of the lobby which leads you to a row of elevators.

“Mind to explain what just happened?” You mumble, while Jirou scans her fingerprint and presses the highest numbered button on the wall.

Fingerprints? Really?

“Oh, that’s Josh, he’s from America. He has an X-ray vision. He checks everyone new before letting them into the building, except the actual residents. I’ve been here a lot of times but he doesn’t like me so I get scanned every time since I tried to go up with a knife hidden in my boots that one time. I tried to tell him I left it there by accident, but he didn’t buy it.” Jirou sighs, like it’s a common mistake and to be fair, as a pro hero it probably was, but damn, these people live in another world for sure.

“But most pro heroes have weapons, don’t they?” You ask, really interested to hear more about this as it doesn’t really make sense to you.

“He doesn’t question it if you are in your hero suit, and he doesn’t bother the actual residents, but I was in my casual clothes and he was new back then. Don’t worry, you live here, you’ll be fine once he gets used to you.”

Well, you have a feeling that this Josh guy will be your new reason to feel self-conscious for the next few months. “Oh, also, remind Zuku to put your fingerprint on the system so you can use the elevator…” Jirou suddenly slaps her palms on her mouth.

“Zuku?” That name doesn’t ring a bell. Jirou let’s out a long, relieved breath.

“We are literally about to meet the guy, shut up and see it for yourself.”

That’s fair.

The ride to the 43rd floor is long and excruciating (it was 2 whole minutes!), but eventually the elevator dings in a pleasant voice and the door opens to a hallway with only one massive door.

This is the highest level of the building. And there is only one door.

“Does he live in a fucking massive penthouse?!” You literally shriek. Your little peasant ass can not process this shit. If buying a flat in this area was expensive, a penthouse is basically the price of a full office building. Whoever this guy is, he is loaded.

“It’s not that big actually, half of it is a rooftop garden with a pool and a hot tub, you’ll love it.”

“Oh, I see, so the flat is not a big deal, there is a fucking pool there instead, yeah. No biggie.”

Jirou is just about to give you a snarky reply when the door opens up; green curls poke through the small gap, shy and embarrassed from not being able to keep it in his pants and wait until the two actually knocked.

After a few seconds, he opens his door properly and…

The one standing in front of you is no other than…

“Pro Hero Deku?!”

The green haired hero scratches the back of his head, his self-deprecating laugh even more adorable than the last time; which isn’t really a surprise as back then he had a voice of a gummy bear high on crack.

“Uhm, hi, I’m Midoriya Izuku.” He waves awkwardly and comes over for a hand shake but you are frozen in place. This is not real. This is a fucking prank. No fucking way…”Can I take the cutout? I made some space next to my All Might one, they will be besties!” The greenette laughs awkwardly and slowly takes the cutout from you, looking at you the way you look at a stray, aggressive dog when trying to pet them for the first time.

“His name is Izu-Izu, Y/N’s husband, please treat both of them well.” Jirou says with a straight, but extremely red face and jumps into the elevator, her loud laughter resonating in the walls as the doors close on her.

This is the most awkward moment of your life. This just can’t get worse. You are on the top of the most expensive building in the country, in front of the hero you’re absolutely obsessed with since you first saw him in the UA sports festival. That said hero is now gently holding your fucking cardboard cutout of himself, looking at you warily, probably contemplating if he needs to take you to a hospital.

“Show me my room, I’m too mortified to speak.” You mumble, looking at a dark spot on the fancy marble. “There’s blood on the floor.” You inform the green haired hero like that’s a perfectly normal thing; and to be fair, it probably is in this household; and make your way after the hero.

You really hope the ground swallows you whole and you’ll never need to look into Deku’s eyes ever again.

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You: I hope your guitar amp short circuits.

Jirou: Rude.

… Next Part!

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Yay, I hope you enjoyed the first part!

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Random fun facts:

- I actually googled the average size of a skyscraper in Tokyo for this ficc and I also googled how long it takes to get to his floor, just to be “realistic.” 😂

- The whole voice changer thing was my boyfriend’s idea! We love a good, supportive boyfriend! 😂

- If you like the style of this story and you fancy some Reader x Bakugou Katsuki, check out my other ficc, Bakugou Katsuki’s daily Shenanigans! These two are basically twins.

See you in the next chapter! Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated, they keep me going! 💜

[nicohverse]

April Update - Merch Designs and Last Call for Preorders!

Hi everyone! It's been a minute, huh? Sorry about that! After releasing Beloved Ghost I got to work on merch designs, but other things kept coming up, getting in the way, and well... If you've played the first game, seen the themes of this series, it should be no surprise that I do tend to give myself deadlines that get thwarted by my health. Even right now, I'm writing this update with a pounding headache...

Still, progress has been made! I'll be sharing the merch designs later in this update, along with a link to preorder individual pieces if you missed it during the active campaign. Besides the merch, I've been getting started on commissions- If you're expecting one, get excited! This along with the usual work on Entropic Float 2 itself, of course... And events! I amazingly got to meet a few fans of Entropic Float at Connecticut Gamer Con earlier this month, and if you'd like to join their ranks, I'm confirmed to be tabling at Holyoke Pride in June as well as both Springfield Comic Con and Connecticon in July! 

Now, on to the designs! These are the new merch items available in reward fulfillment, but it's not too late! If one of these items wasn't in your reward tier, or you couldn't afford it as an add-on at survey time, or you just didn't realize till now that you want it? Preorders are still open on my etsy shop until May 13th!

Let's go smallest to largest here- The key for the stickerpack! This will be included with the stickers, and the stickers will be included with every physical reward tier. If you'd like the stickers, but only bought a digital reward and don't plan to preorder anything else, just reach out to me~ Especially since I can ship them with STAMPS for CHEAP INTERNATIONAL if you're willing to FORGO A TRACKING NUMBER! Every stickerpack contains ALL of these characters~

Next up, the aluminum pin badges! These eight add to the eighteen already available which reference EF1 endings. Four for EF2's endings (hm, I wonder what these could mean?), one Beloved Ghost badge in the Mesteri Moas, one more EF1 badge with The ~LUMP~, and two additional EF2 badges with the Possum Pal and CROWNPRIMROSE campaign badge! These were offered with most physical reward tiers, but can also be preordered for just $3 each.

New acrylic keychains! These, likewise, are in addition to the existing four that have been available since the shop first opened. Shinjiro, JJ, Cobalt, and Renfield were all requested by specific backers at survey time! They're $8 each to preorder, if you're just now realizing you want them as well~

Acrylic standees! Little guys to stand on your shelf or your desk or wherever! 50mm circular base, 90mm tall, these secret fullbodies are always included by the wonderful Soyokaze when commissioning titlescreens~ It's $15 to preorder a small friend.

Last but certainly not least- Throw Pillow Plushies! 40cm in size, these are shaped pillows with the designs printed on them in a plush fabric. We're not quite big enough to go full-blown plushie, but these things are still super adorable! These were only included at the highest reward tiers, so if you'd like to get your hands on one of these, it's a $25 preorder!

That's all for now! As always, thank you for reading, and I'll update you again soon!

[belovedstill]

behind a hidden door (ao3) svsss, qijiu | 1.1k, angst, pre-canon, yue qingyuan character study, canonical death

Yue Qingyuan's life circles around love, guilt, and regret; he doesn't deserve to show any of it.

written for week 3 prompt: soulmates and/or strangers of the @multifandommatch event, representing team angst 🌧 The beautiful people from my team created beautiful things for this fic, so thank you to: Sapphie for the heartbreaking piece of art.

Yue Qingyuan was a simple man with a simple purpose in life: to be enough. It carried within all his deepest, humblest wishes.

To love.

There was no faster way to lose something than to announce you favoured it—Yue Qi had learned his lesson when he’d still been a slave beggar on the streets, back when jiu had still been just a number. A new merchant in town had noticed him eyeing a small trinket and, since it must have been cheap enough, she’d handed it to him with a smile. Nobody had ever gifted him anything before. He couldn’t have contained himself with joy, babbling to the other children: his favourite, the little toy had been his, his alone!

He’d woken up the next morning with it gone.

By the time Shen Jiu had been brought to their sorry group and decided to stick with him and him alone, Yue Qi had known better and kept his tongue bitten. He wouldn’t have wanted to wake up to Xiao Jiu gone from his side, too, after all.

Instead, Xiao Jiu would get the cleanest bites of food, and the first sip from their cup, and the larger part of their shared threadbare blanket. He would get exasperated headshakes, and fond smiles, and protective hugs.

For Xiao Jiu, Qi-ge would be determined, dedicated, and a little rash. For him, he would improve, and fight, and always, always return when they had to part for the day.

Yue Qingyuan wasn’t allowed to say he loved Shen Qingqiu, despite their new positions, despite their security and power, despite not having to fear somebody would steal him away.

This time, he didn’t deserve to.

He dared, though, to keep it, and keep it secret.

His love was stored in a life-draining sword and a poor attempt at a handmade would-one-day-be-a-gift clay tea set.

To repent.

I’m sorry, he said in every smallest gesture, because those were the only words Shen Qingqiu seemed willing to answer to.

I’m sorry, whispered the funds allocated to Qing Jing for an expansion of the peak’s already impressive library. I’m sorry, murmured the sound of excellent quality tea from a faraway city. I’m sorry, rustled the commissioned masterfully painted bamboo-patterned fan.

And when Yue Qingyuan felt like his soul couldn’t bear holding those words in, he’d breathe them like air, a silent explosion, a desperate plea, an oath to—

“Learn some other words,” Shen Qingqiu would tell him, tone cold and cutting, and would urge him to leave with a clear dismissal. Acknowledgement, even if brusque and sharp; Yue Qingyuan always listened.

He left the bamboo house every time with an ember of hope in his heart. The funds, the tea, the fan—they all remained inside.

To protect.

Yue Qingyuan wasn’t ashamed of his origins. He’d risen from the mud, had refined his qi from the shapeless form it used to be, had devoted his life to protect, to save, to harbour. His only shame lay in his clumsiness when he tried to protect, to save, to harbour the ones he loved.

That he’d been chosen to lead was truly ironic.

With his position as the sect leader, he was now responsible for everyone's safety. That Shen Qingqiu continued to spend some nights in the town’s Warm Red Pavillon told him exactly how well Yue Qingyuan was fulfilling his role.

What protection? What safety? What harbour?

He couldn’t even successfully mediate the disagreements and completely quell the rumours between the peaks of his own sect.

But he kept trying.

Shen Qingqiu was abrasive? No, he was just defending his own.

Shen Qingqiu was threatening his martial siblings? No, he was just standing his ground.

Shen Qingqiu was cruel and aloof and cunning? No, he was simply determined to survive.

Whenever he would jump to Shen Qingqiu’s defence like this, Shen Qingqiu would glare at him, then refuse to look at him for a second longer while their martial siblings rolled their eyes at him. 

If they had known of Xiao Jiu, of what his life used to look like, of what he’d gone through… Would they have still criticised his every action?

To know.

Everybody had things they didn’t want others to learn; Yue Qingyuan watched every day as Shen Qingqiu carried a mountain of his own, guarding them behind open fans, behind narrowed eyes, behind the closed doors of his dwelling. Xiao Jiu had been locked behind those doors, forcibly put to sleep somewhere in the corner of Shen Qingqiu’s heart.

Sometimes, Yue Qingyuan entertained the thought that he could see that child still, in the way Shen Qingqiu’s eyes would turn calculating in the presence of different sects’ representatives or the corner of his mouth would twitch when his youngest disciple would almost trip on her way to run toward him in a greeting. Or when his fingers would twitch around his fan that one time Yue Qingyuan felt particularly daring to try his luck and offered him a stick of tanghulu—only for Shen Qingqiu to turn his face away and huff that he was not some child to pacify with a treat, Sect Leader.

He’d always liked sweets when they were little, dirty and always hungry. Yue Qingyuan hated that he hadn’t had the chance to actually get him any back then, when it would have been received with gusto.

Shen Qingqiu had hidden Xiao Jiu behind a secret door to his heart, but Yue Qingyuan knew where to look to catch glimpses of him. He was always there, as if still waiting; it was as comforting as it was bittersweet.

To explain.

Once I’m worthy, Yue Qingyuan would promise himself, again and again, I’ll tell him.

It wouldn’t be long. It wouldn’t be long.

On a surprisingly cold evening, Mu Qingfang sent urgent word: Shen Qingqiu had been struck with an unusually high fever. He’d need rest to recover.

The next morning, Shen Jiu was forever gone. In his bed lay a stranger with his face.

A kind stranger; softer than Shen Qingqiu had allowed himself to be in years.

A stranger nonetheless.

In his private quarters, behind a door Yue Qingyuan made sure nobody knew of, he put up a crudely handmade memorial tablet and lit a stick of incense. He poured two misshapen cups of tea in a ceremony he’d never got to share with the person he’d learned it for, and placed one with both hands in front of the tablet.

The other one remained untouched.

With salt on his lips, Yue Qingyuan finally told him everything and prayed that Shen Jiu listened.

This time, he would be the one waiting, and he would never stop.

To be enough (for him to come back).

[foxsteel--fanart]

Another sketch of Oswald Cobblepot aka The King of Gotham 🐧👑

Btw my sketch commissions are still on sale (until March, 18th) 😉

[finalrestingplace]

hey person going thru my entire gorillaz tag how’s it going

[fizzledlines]

MONTHLY CHARITY COMMISSIONS

I’m opening two slots for charity commissions each month!!!

20% of the commission price goes to a charity you select from the list below

Each slot can be purchased for 20£ or more. That way each slot would donate at least 4£.

Procedure: Email me at fizzledlines@gmail.com with your request as well as who you’d like to donate to. I’ll send you sketches for you to choose from. I’ll accept the payment through paypal after the approval of the first sketch. In the following days I’ll send you coloured versions for you to approve as well as the donation receipt and finally I will send you the finished piece!

Charities

-Asylum Seeker Advocacy Project  “The Asylum Seeker Advocacy Project (ASAP) works to prevent wrongful deportations by connecting refugee families to community support and emergency legal aid.” Source

-Point of Pride.  “Point of Pride provides new or gently-used chest binders (specially-designed chest compression garments) to any trans person who is in need and cannot afford or safely obtain one.” Source

-Terrence Higgins Trust “The charity provides support to people living with HIV; testing and public education campaigns around HIV and STIs; and campaigns for greater political and public understanding of the personal, social and medical impact of HIV and sexual ill health.” Source

-The Russian LGBT Network “We use the funds raised to evacuate the people, who are in deadly danger from Chechnya. We offer them safe housing, medical, psychological assistance and the opportunity to leave Russia.” Source

People

-Erin and their family have no food and need urgent help to raise money to eat and travel. Original Post 

-Gemma needs urgent help to pay her rent and overdawn bills because of her welfare benefits being revoked Original post

 -Miss Major’s Retirement Fund “As a Black, formerly incarcerated transgender elder, mother, and grandmother, Miss Major has paved the way for us to be who and where we are today. At the center of her activism from the 1960’s to today is her fierce advocacy for her girls, trans women of color who have survived police brutality and incarceration.” Source

-Richard Philips spent 45 years in prision for a crime he didn’t commit. He needs help to get his life back together whilst the state of Michigan hasn’t yet payed him the compensation he’s entitled to. Source

-toosummersago’s friend needs urgent help in raising money to restore her bathroom (it had to be torn out). "Right now she’s living at home with her elderly mother after recent surgery so really needs help and can’t afford to lack hygiene trying to keep her wounds clean etc.” Original Post

Feel free to send an ask, email or a private message if you have any questions!!!

[artufex]

He's another Internet rando and aspiring cartoonist's (longwinded) opinion:

I think your artwork and storytelling are great. I've said before how much reading Rigsby Jeordie's story has been really relatable and cathartic as a queer black kid in rural America (though I was from the South, not the Midwest). I am also really invested in Cheap Thrills Jeordie's story and how it ends. I'm also a lot more invested in Beth, Anna, Eric, and everyone else in RWI than I was in CT (no digs at CT, I just think you've become an even better storyteller over time).

Beyond that, I'm really sorry there hasn't been as much of an audience overlap between the furry and the human stuff. It sucks when artists get pegged by others into a niche that may not fit where the artist wants to go.

It always takes hard work and dedication, and you've got that in spades, but there is a bit of luck too. Luck on finding your audience, luck in appeasing "the algorithm", luck in finding the fans zealous enough to share your work, luck with getting fans who can afford to support you monetarily.

And I'm not saying you're taking any of that for granted, I don't think you are, but I'm pointing out that a lot of our individual successes come from circumstances outside of our control. You do what you can and hope to get the recognition you deserve.

That can be demoralizing, but it's also freeing in that we can just focus on what we can control: trying to self advertise, encouraging others to share our work, and, most importantly, enjoying the process of making art.

I think it's impossible to not care about numbers while living in a capitalist system. Our livelihoods are tied to spending some, typically large fraction of our finite lifetimes laboring to generate "value" and receiving a portion of that value as wages. We're socialized to see everything as monetizable and to validate our worth through capital or attention that we can translate into capital (for ourselves but mostly for platform owners and advertisers--which is why we're seen as "content producers" and not artists). If something isn't profitable or isn't popular, it's not worth doing.

That's how we're incentivized to think, but that kind of thinking is the death of artistry. That's why I think it's really important to try and focus on the joy of creation and the satisfaction of a job well done. What's the point in having a popular comic if you hate making it? If the focus is making profit, why not focus on something more reliably profitable like the assured income of a steady day job? Forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I think you keep making stuff because there's something you want to express, something that only you can do in the way that you do it. And, of course, making any money at all from something you enjoy doing certainly helps.

For my part, I love CT and that was why I initially became a Patron, but I also love RWI and now I'm here for both projects. I want to see the stories you're telling, but more than anything I want you to be invested in telling these stories, because those emotions, that investment permeates your work and, IMO, makes it worth reading and worth telling people about.

There's a lot of things in life that we have to do. I really hope that you don't come to see Cheap Thrills, or furry art, or any art (besides commissions) as an obligation to anyone but yourself. Or that Rigsby, WI is somehow worth less than CT or other comics because it's not as popular as CT was/is. I would hate it if your passion died, or if you quit posting art. I don't know you personally, but because you are a person, I think both you and your work are valuable, separate from the money and attention your work receives.

Again, as an internet rando and a fellow artist, I don't expect my words to fix anything, but I hope you'll consider that popularity and profitability may not be synonymous with artistic value or a cartoonist's skill.

I’m starting to think my comics might be bad, and not even in an interesting way. Just boring writing with mid art

[karalovesallthegirls]

living alone means never having to say you’re sorry for making the entire kitchen supergirl themed

[transmasc-malleus]

Hello all!! I’m back again looking for commissions! I’ve been pursuing a diagnosis for several issues I’ve had my whole life, and so far I’ve been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and my rheumatologist is leaning towards an hEDS diagnosis. I’ve had to do a lot of blood work and diagnostic testing and if you’re in the US you know that it’s not cheap :’) I have an X-ray tomorrow and I’ve been billed for my MRI, so far it’s amounted to $800 in medical debt. I’m unable to work and no jobs have even tried to be accommodating so I’m relying on my gf’s retail job and commissions to keep myself afloat.

A-Ok: OCs, ships (excluding ships I’m personally uncomfortable with), NSFW, character design, furry, and fan art

No-Go: Gore, mecha, underage nsfw (I will check character ages for fanart), etc.

Payment is through P@yPäl, Vėnmo, or Ca$hApp (sorry for the typing I know tumblr is weird with these apps so I have to avoid the bot) Pricing is in USD!

If you’re interested please feel free to message me and we can discuss details! :)

[ghostlyrps]

Don't fall for it. Do not fall for his charm. They were smarter than this.

...but when's the last time someone actually asked about anything they liked? The few commissions they got they were haggled to hell and back- literally they supposed- and ended up not getting earning enough of a profit.

"Hm... I'd like to be able to earn a living off my commission work." They mused. "Sewing, crochet, art. I've always been a fan of more artistic hobbies. But everyone here either thinks my work isn't worth what I charge-" And they already charged insanely cheap. "-or they haggle me until I'm forced to lower the price further. It's my passion, but right now it isn't something I can survive off. That's why I have other jobs- and those don't give me much time to do what I love."

They seemed... tired talking about it.

"Ah." They looked away, an embarrassed blush tinting their cheeks red. "Sorry for dumping that on you, sir. No one's ever asked before."

They weren't quite convinced Alastor was completely uninterested- they appreciated the politeness, but doubted an Overlord would show interest in them without ulterior motives.

But then he mentioned that he was actually quite a fan of entrepreneurship.

Now that was something quite interesting- though Ghost supposed that someone with a Radio Host persona would be interested in making a name for oneself- and the perk of their ears and tilt of their head betrayed that.

Unlike Alastor, they were not particularly talented at hiding how they felt.

"Is that so?" They hummed, antennae twitching. "An Overlord, interested in more creative hobbies? Never thought I'd see the day. And here everyone would lead you to believe Overlords are interested in nothing but power."

At least, that was what they'd heard. They hadn't met many Overlords besides the Radio Demon thus far.

[thesheeark]

$ Big Trouble in Little Babylon

(I need to stop with these titles, I'm so sorry. lmao) A very beautiful commission for @/Judas_Diamondmaze! Orion with his usual tomfoolish behavior in the halls of the ancient royal library of Sky Babylon, can't say Alnitak is a fan of the young prince's antics. Can't wait to see more of these guys and their world and story! ------------ Like what you see? Consider Commissioning me, links here: https://linktr.ee/thesheeark Also check out this journal (while it exists) for cheap Rapidshots! >> https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10244623

Posted using PostyBirb

[random-mha-thoughts]

Dork (Kaminari x Reader)

Pairing: Kaminari x Reader

Anon requested: “Not sure if u are taking requests but if u are could you do a Denki x reader imagine where he likes them so he keeps breaking (y/n) phone chargers without her knowing so she has keep asking him to charger her phone, but one day she catches him... or something like that. Sorry if this is unclear This is my first ever request. THANKS!!!”

Genre: Fluff

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

Word count: 1,241

a/n: First Denki fic! Admittedly, I didn’t give him much character in this, but I hope this is okay!  Thanks for the request and I hope to see you again in my ask box soon!

"Damn it!"  I purse my lips as I constantly plug my charging cord into my phone.  As it did the last time, the device keeps barely keeps the charging icon for long before it disconnects and reconnects, vibrating like it's having a seizure.

"What's wrong?"  Denki comes up behind me suddenly.

"My charging cord's broken again!" I lament.  "This is my third one this week alone!"

"Oh, that sucks."  He rifles through the large pocket of his shorts.  "You can borrow mine again if you want, I'll charge it for you."

Reluctantly, I take the end of it.  "I feel bad, I've been asking you to do this all week."

He tugs the USB end to lead the two of you to the couch in the common room.  "It's cool, I don't mind.  I'm basically a walking talking battery pack anyway."  He flashes his finger guns at me cheesily.

"You're such a dork."  

We sit down in front of the TV while my phone charges.  Since the cord is short, our bodies end up closer together, my legs sprawled out on top of his lap as I scroll through my phone.

"I can't believe I have to buy another cord.  Why do they keep breaking?!"

"Maybe you keep buying the really cheap convenience store ones?" Denki offers, still keeping the cord end between his teeth.

"Yeah, but there's no visible damage to it, I don't know where exactly the break in the cord is.  If I knew, I'd try to remedy it."  A braided cord comes across my screen.  "Maybe I can get one of these?"

Denki shrugs at the screen.  "Maybe it'll work, I'm not too crazy about braided cables, it seems unnecessary to me."

"It's only a few dollars more, maybe it'll protect the wires inside better?"

The boy snorts at my suggestion.  "I don't think a little bit of braiding on the outside will protect what's inside, even I'm not dumb enough to believe that."

"Maybe you're just too dumb to accept the benefits."

"Hurtful!"

.

The next day, I buy the braided cord, thinking it would be good enough to last me a while longer than the cord I already had.  However, the next day, the braiding had already started unwinding from the phone end.  At first, it didn't affect the charging, but the braiding steadily wore off the wire more and more each day, poking me uncomfortably until I eventually decided to throw it out.

"Well, that didn't work either," I pout, my head resting on Denki's lap as he charges my phone again.

"Told you so, but you called me dumb!" he points out smugly.

"And you still are, but you're a helpful idiot at least," I shoot right back at him playfully.

The boy fakes a sniff.  "I see how it is.  You only like me for my talented mouth."

"Ew, don't say that again, that's just weird."

"Yeah, sounded better in my head, sorry."

We grew more comfortable with each other because of these small moments.  Little talks here and there about our interests and other things, mostly because sitting so close to each other allows us to see each other's screens easily.  I'm closest to him out of all the other boys in class, in more than one way of course.  One secret I found out about him is that he's a closeted Selena Gomez fan (I caught him listening to the "Rare" album as he tried to hide it in his notification center, but he didn't realize it was playing too loud from his earbuds).  He's a dork, but he's my dork I guess.

.

I ended up giving up on charging cords.  Since there's 20 of us in the same building, I figured just using someone else's cord with my own charging brick would be fine.  Until a week later, my charging brick also went out of commission.

"What the actual fuck?!"  I'm frustrated at this point.  No matter who's cord I plug into the adapter, it just doesn't charge my phone at all.

"Come on, I gotchu."  Denki already wraps his arm around my shoulders, cord in his free hand.

"I'm just sick of it!  I don't understand why this is happening to me!" I groan, clenching my fists.  "Why am I so unlucky?!"

"The universe must be telling you that I'm your designated battery charger, sweetie."  The flirty line comes from his lips easily as he tries to massage my hands open.

"The universe hates me."

As Denki tries to comfort me, I get to thinking.  There are at least a handful of people who have the same phone and charger as me, so there isn't an issue with the building itself.  And considering how these events only happen to me proves that these aren't coincidence.  Someone's doing it on purpose, and I think I know who it is.

.

To test my theory, I buy a new wall adapter and leave it on the common room table, announcing I'm gonna use the bathroom and fetch someone else's charging wire.  Ducking behind a wall, I spy on the room of only a few people.  No one is hovered around the couches, just a few boys sit at the table.  Sure enough, Denki gets up from his seat and heads for the kitchen.  On the way over, he casually swipes the adapter off the table and buries it in his pocket.

I knew it! I quietly follow him into the kitchen, only to catch him overloading the poor plastic with his electricity.  "I was wondering what could've possibly broken my wall adapters," I state, making my presence known.

The blond jumps ten feet in the air and turns to me.  "Aw shi-"

"You mean to tell me," I start walking towards him, "All this time, you've been breaking my cords, watching me waste my money every week, and for what?"

Denki's body backs up into the counter as I gain on him, nervous laughter the only thing he emits.  "I-It was just a joke!  Harmless fun!"

I grab his shirt collar and glare at him so his eyes screw shut and he whimpers.  "You better pay me back all that money I spent, clear?"

"Crystal," he squeaks.

I smirk, done messing with him.  Pulling him closer to me, I join our lips together in a short yet powerful kiss.  I can't tell if the sparks between us come from him or the built-up chemistry between us finally releasing.  The bewildered blush on his face is priceless.  "If you wanted to spend time with me, you should've just come out and say it, stupid."

The boy gapes like a fish out of water.  "How-Why-What-"

"You're so easy to read," I roll my eyes playfully before letting go.  "If you were a dog, your tail would wag constantly around me.  But it's cute."  Holding his nape, I press another kiss to the corner of his lip before letting go and strolling out of the kitchen and stopping at the doorway.  "I want my money and a replacement adapter before you take me out on a proper date, dork."

Looking back, he's practically drooling with cartoon-ish heart eyes despite the red still coating his cheeks.  Little sparks start flashing around his body.  "Sure thing," he agrees dumbly, giving me two thumbs up like he's short circuiting again.

With a final wink, the electricity envelopes his entire body as he yelps in glee.  Oh this dork.

[obeywho-meduh]

Valentine’s Day with MammoNeru

Commissioned work for @otromeru

Thanks again for letting me write for your adorable OC and Mammon!

⚠️NSFW WARNING: SoftDomMammon, Penetration (vaginal), Toy Play, Bites

“..back..Neru..love..”

Neru groaned in her sleep, was that a dream? She stretched out her hand, feeling around the bed sheets next to her but upon not feeling him beside her, Neru rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them. “Mammon?”

Seeing the space in front of her was empty, she rolled over to see if he would be on the other side of her, however he didn't even seem to be in the room. She puffed out her cheek, where was he? The two of them were both excited for today so she figured he’d at least want to wake up with her, especially since he told her not to get him anything; which, of course, she still did.

Compared to the previous two Valentine’s Days, mornings were definitely much louder by the time she opened her eyes. The silence of this morning was unnerving. Neru stretched before getting up, thinking Mammon was probably getting something ready for her, like a surprise maybe, waiting for her outside his bedroom.

———————

“Morning Neru! Say hiiiiiiii to my fans!” As she walks into the dining room Asmo bombards her with his phone in hand to wave at his live feed.

“H-Hey!”

Asmo whispered in her ear, “And happy Valentine’s Day~”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“From our little human to you all! I’ll be back on later this evening for more fun! Bye bye~” Asmo winked then disconnected from his broadcast.

“Is he finally done?” Levi groaned as he glanced up from his game.

Neru looked around for Mammon at the table, but he wasn’t there either. Maybe... He’s in the kitchen with Beel?

“Oh you’re only moody because you haven’t gotten your fan letter from Ruri-chan for Valentine’s Day yet. It’s coming, it's still morning after all~” Asmo patted Levi’s shoulder as they sat down.

Levi pouted a bit before returning to his game. Neru sat down and looked down to see Belphie’s feet sticking out from under the table, so he’s sleeping. Cute. “Have you guys seen Mammon?”

“He’s not here, he was actually rather loud when he left this morning. It almost interrupted my reading.” Satan huffed as he walked in and proceeded to his seat. “I fully expected you to have been with him since it is Valentine’s Day.”

Asmo cooed and then leaned over the table, “Oho~ that is an interesting question, why aren’t you with Mammon, Neru? Not that we’re complaining because it’s always great to see your sweet face~”

'So, he left this morning'. “He told me not to do anything today and that was it.”

“Odd," Asmo clucked, half-interested in Neru's predicament, but also watching the comments and reactions pour in from his broadcast.

“Yeah it is.” Satan's soft hum followed, garnering the attention from the fifth-born.

Asmo chuckled as he sat back into his chair. “Aww are you agreeing with me Satan~”

Before either of them countered the other, Beel walked in with the breakfast, making three trips to and from. The whole length of the table is quickly filled with buffet-esque food. As Beel sits down, Lucifer comes in and pauses, taking in the sight of the excessive amount of food before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Beelzebub.. Did you make all the food we have in the kitchen?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Beel tilted his head, stating matter-of-factly, looking at his eldest brother who then exhaled heavily before taking his seat as well.

“There won’t be leftovers, looks like delivery for dinner again.” Asmo stretched out his arms, “Not that I’ll be here but still~”

Neru watched as Beel pulled Belphie up and into his seat and ruffled his twin's hair before attempting to pass a plate to her with a mound of food. Belphie grunted, passed the plate to Neru, and lowered his head back down onto his pillow to fall back to sleep. As a thanks, Neru patted his head and began eating her breakfast along with the brothers.

————————

“Are you sure you don’t want to just come with me honey? He isn’t back yet and you deserve to have at least some fun on Valentine’s day.” Asmo rubbed her back as they walked down the hall to the front door.

“No, I’ll wait for Mammon. He must have something planned if he told me not to do anything.”

“Alrighty well you know where I’ll be and I’m just a text away~” Amso kissed her head and smiled before heading out the door.

Neru’s shoulders slumped a bit as she turned back to head to Mammon’s room. Valentine’s Day was already almost over and as she walked into his room, it’d never felt so empty. Clutching her necklace, she went and laid on his bed and sighed, “Where are you..” Rolling over in the sheets, she heard a loud bang coming from the hallway outside his door.

She sat up as further commotion continued to grow louder, seemingly getting closer. Getting up from his bed, Neru crept towards the door before it violently flung open,

"NERU!?” Blinking for a moment at his sudden entry, she took the second to look at Mammon, his face littered with scratches and him holding his hands behind his back. “Why ya in here?? Thought ya’d be in yer room??”

She didn’t know where to begin. Neru wanted to ask him, ‘where’d he been?, ‘did you forget what day it was?’, ‘I wanted to do so much with you but you told me to leave it to you…' Neru mimicked his stance, also putting her hands behind her back and looked up at him, smiling lightly, “I figured I’d wait in your room..”

It’s nice seeing that blush of his, but she still felt discouraged. Then Mammon used his foot to close the door, doing his best not to show what was behind his back, but also struggling to maintain what he’s holding. He gets down on his knee and shows his half-cocked smile, and looking up at her, he brings his hands around, “Sorry… Took longer than I thought, this one is pretty stubborn..”

Neru paused, she couldn’t believe what he'd held out to her. “Mammon.. Is this.. A baby crow?”

Mammon got up as he glared down at the bird, “Itssa Magpie. Smaller than a crow, but smart like one and protective.” It pecked at his hands making him let go before it landed on her shoulder and glared at Mammon. She could see his frustration, as he put his hands in his pockets and pouted, “But it’s also supposed ta know you’re mine!” Mammon reached out to quickly hug her, but the Magpie instantly responded by attempting to swoop at him.

Mammon ducked and it flapped around the room before perching on the second level’s railing, blatantly eyeing him.“I gave ya a lot of food ya know, it wasn't cheap! I should just turn ya into Beel’s next meal.”

It then attempted to swoop at him again, “Don’t hit Mammon!” She got in the path of it, and the bird quickly redirected itself and landed on her shoulder again, then nuzzled into her. Its feathers tickled her cheeks and she tittered a bit before lightly petting its underbelly and it cooed. “You’re pretty, but you have to get along with Mammon okay?”

It made an almost scoffing noise of its own, “Pretty! Pretty!” It nuzzled her again before it glided off her shoulder and flew back up, and landed on Mammon’s car and settled in on top of it.

“Still needs a name too..” He looked up at it and scoffed, “Tch.. rotten jerk.. Won’t be given ya anymore treats—” His words were interrupted as Neru embraced him, gripping onto his jacket as she buried her face in his shirt. “Ah-Ah-Neru?!” He looked down at her but couldn’t see her face, while his cheeks flushed over with red.

“Toto..” She mumbled through his shirt.

“Ha?”

“That’s their name..” Neru looked up at him with teary eyes, “N-Not rotten jerk..”

“O-Oi! Why ya cryin’?!” Mammon cupped her cheeks and started to wipe away her tears.

“I’m not crying!”

“Yeah ya are!”

“S-Shut up!”

He chuckled a bit then brought his head down to her and rubbed his nose against hers, “I know I’m late but Happy Valentine’s Day shortcake.”

Neru’s face went red as she sucked in her lip but then grabbed his collar and kissed him. He’d been gone all day, hadn’t said a word and then brought such an adorable and heartfelt gift. His hand held the base of her neck as the other wrapped around her torso as he returned her kiss, while slowly guiding her backwards up the steps to his bed.

As they both fall onto it, Mammon’s body between her legs. Neru breaks the kiss, taking a breath, “Mammon, I--”

He kissed her again, deeper as his tongue pushed its way between her teeth and started to play with hers. His body pushed against her before she patted his shoulders trying to push him back while his hand started to go up her shirt and he pulled away.

Neru panted as she looked up at his reddened face.

“I don’t think I can hold back doll, I’ve been thinkin’ bout ya all day. I took longer than I wanted and I’m not gonna let ya go for the rest of the night. ‘Specially not with how ya look right now.” He brought himself down and kissed her forehead as his fingers softly glided up and groped her breast, massaging it slowly. Neru whimpered, biting her lip as his brushed against her ear while he whispered, “Yer so fucking cute, ya wanna hear bout all the things I thought of doing with ya today?”

Feeling her body shiver she pushed him back from her, causing him to fall to her side but he still held her against him.

Clasping onto his wrists, she stopped his hands’ movements, “W-Wait a minute!”

Mammon pouted slightly then nipped her ear, “Best I can do is 10 seconds.” He moved his hand out from her shirt, “10..” His hand traced the top of her shorts before unbuttoning them while his fingers slipped under the fabric of her underwear. “5..”

“How are you at 5 already?!” She watched while he smirked and his digits moved to start to tease her, Neru inhaled sharply before she gripped his wrist harder, “Mammon!” Her eyes turned and locked with his and he hesitated before he withdrew his hand. “Thank you,” She smiled as he pouted, “I didn’t get to say Happy Valentine’s Day to you.” Neru wrapped her hands around his neck and rolled on top of him, their faces holding a faint pink color while they both took the moment to look at each other, “Happy Valentine’s Day my Great Mammon~” She pecked his lips, “Now let’s enjoy the r-rest of the night.” She pulled back and stuttered as Mammon’s hands wrapped around her waist and he smirked up at her.

“Ya really know how ta get me goin’ shortcake. Hope yer ready.”

——————

He felt as her apex convulsed against him, continuing his movements with her pinned to the wall. Neru’s legs clenched his sides, his fingertips were buried in her asscheeks as he thrusted inside her. Her moans echoed in the room mixing with Mammon panting as he peppered her chest with kisses and bite marks. “Yer gettin’ close again, my good girl.”

His hips bucked, hitting her deeper while stepping back from the wall and turning to the bed while holding his cock inside her. He laid her down then resumed his pace, his tongue traced her collarbone before creeping down to her nipple as he bit down gently and suckled it.

Her toes curled as her feet pushed up from the bed to allow him to go deeper, her eyes fluttered as she held his head to her chest. Lacing her fingers through his hair and her apex tightened around his member. “M-Mahh..mmonn!”

He gripped the sheets as he felt her orgasm, feeling her fingertips move from his head to his arms. “That’s..mmghh number three..” His thrusts slowed as he grinded pushing himself deeper inside her, “I think we.. f-fuck yer so tight.. should try a lil somethin’.” He rolls them over, getting her on top of him taking hold of her hand while he reaches over to the nightstand with the other.

Neru took the moment to breathe as she watched him rummage through the drawer. Looking back down at his body she slowly traced the lines of his abdominal muscles.

Before she had a chance to comprehend what he'd said, Mammon sat up to face her. “W...What?”

“So.. ya know Asmo had me this year for secret santa?”

She raised her eyebrow, remembering what Asmo had gotten him. “Yeah, he got you… a plushie ‘me.'"

“That.. wasn’t all.” Mammon wrapped an arm around her waist, grinning as he showed her his pointer finger, adorned with a small yellow bullet-shaped item. His grin widened as she heard a click and it began to vibrate.

Her lip quivered as her walls pulsated around him. “W..Was that it?” Knowing Asmo, she considered this just a tease, a glimpse into the 'lil somethin' Mammon wanted to try.

“Excited ain’t ya?” Mammon chuckled feeling her squeeze him, “There’s a few more toys but let’s start with this.” He ran the vibrator steadily up from her navel to her nipple, “I can’t wait ta see how fast I can make ya cum.” Changing their position, keeping himself inside her, he turned her around in his lap. His chest heaved against her back as his hands reached in front of her, “It’s got 10 levels.” He kissed down the back of her neck as he pinched her nipple between the vibrator and his finger, he rocked his hips against her.

The vibrations seemed more intense, her sensitivity heightened after how long they’d been going, her mind grew hazy as his hand worked its way down her before finally reaching her pearl. The intensity mildly increasing in sync with his thrusts, “Mmmaam~”

“Nnghh.. ya want me ta turn it up don’tcha?” He turned it down by one, “Ya want it more then ya gotta say it.”

Neru’s cheeks burned, her reservations were always easily torn down by him. “Please Mammon m-more.”

“Haaaa~ More what? Ya better with words than that.”

She whined as her hand moved down to meet his, trying to trigger it on her own he brushed away her hand.

“Whatcha tryin’ ta do? That’s not askin’,” Mammon bounced her in his lap, as her hands grip his thighs. “That’s not how we ask for things Neru.”

Panting she turned her head to the side to look at him, “S-Says the one who just t..takes..”

Mammon paused in his ministrations and then hugged her to him, “Ya caught me, like always. I’ll let ya get this one, just cause it’s Valentine’s Day.” Biting down on her shoulder as he turned up the level of the vibrator while leaning them forward letting it cover her clit.

Once the sound of their hips clapping became outdone by the vibrator, her legs shook as his member throbbed inside her, their moans resonating around them.

Neru tried to form words as she started to reach her climax, Mammon’s body huffed as his finger continued to play with her clit as his arm cradled her close as his cock drilled deeper. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, her body convulsed as they came together. Neru cried in euphoric pleasure as she muttered his name.

He kissed everywhere he could as he laid them down, reluctantly pulling himself out from her. They both pant as their bodies begin to relax into one another. “I think.. I need to sleep..”

“Suppose ya earned a break.”

“A break?”

“Mmm, its the weekend tomorrow so we gotta whole two more days ta celebrate.”

Neru groaned as she put out her lip.

“Alright alright, sleep. But I still haven’t had my fill of ya.”

She kissed his cheek, “My greedy boy.”

He chuckled as he pulled the blanket over them, “My little human.”

Her voice lowered as she yawned, “Oh yeah, I meant to ask, did you say something to me this morning?” Neru’s nuzzled her body back into him, his warmth radiating and comforts her as it always does.

“Hm? Mmm.. oh yeah, before I left I said, ‘I’ll be back later and..” He smiled as he kissed the back of her head, "I love you, Neru.’”

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Satan: What is that Neru?

Neru: *looks at Toto on her shoulder* This is Toto.

Satan: Wait.. So you can have a bird but I can’t have a cat??

Neru: Lucifer tried to take Toto but uh..

*Lucifer walks by with some feathers in his jacket missing*

[carpisuns]

do you have any songs u associate with any characters?

haha yeah tons!! i have multiple playlists for ML lol. most of it is for ships but here are some for individual characters

Adrien Numb by Lincoln Park — angstiness about his relationship with Gabriel 

Ribcage by Plested — angsty emotions aaaaa chat blanc vibes in particular (i commissioned @bugabisous to do a vid of this and it’s so good—watch it here!!)

Heirloom by Sleeping at Last — you guessed it!! angst!! kinda desperada flavored this time (“you pressed rewind for the thousandth time”) and also more gabriel stuff (“you are so much more than your father’s son”)

Venus by Sleeping at Last — about him falling in love w Ladybug 🥺

Neptune by Sleeping at Last — just more adrien-brand angst (“Stitch by stitch I tear apart. If brokenness is a form of art, I must be a poster child prodigy”). Also i see this as when he discovers his crush on marinette and feels really conflicted about it and wants to say something but also doesn’t

Icicles by The Scary Jokes — this is like the most adrien agnst song im scream

lost in you by khai dreams — ladynoir from adrien’s POV

Check Meowt by Parry Gripp — “I’m a cat (meow!) check meowt!” Yeah. lol

Marinette

Crush by Tessa Violet —big marinette vibes haha (P.S. check out this AMV that @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights did to this song!! It’s so good!!)

Ladybug by Francis England — take a wild guess lol

I Don’t Want to Love Somebody Else by A Great Big World — post miracle queen sad hours 😔

Say Something by A Great Big World — more post miracle queen sad hours 😔

Two by Sleeping at Last — marinette is someone who just gives and gives so much to the people she loves so this reminds me of her 🥺

XY 

Pretender by AJR — listen this perfectly describes the angst potential of XY !! how he doesn’t like being a phony and longs to be seen and understood!! also please look at this vid by @bugabisous i love it sm and also this animatic by @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights omgshhhh it’s perfect,,,i cry

Luka

Kill Me Slower by Tal Haslam — like an angstier/more disenchanted version of luka lol (tw: off-hand mention of self-harm)

Chloé 

Cheap Sunglasses by RAC — just makin fun of a phony rich girl lol (i love chloe tho)

Nino 

Turtle Power by Partner in Kryme — nino is a ninja turtles fan and no one can change my mind

sorry this was probably a lot more than you asked for also sorry that most of them are for adrien it’s just becuase i think about him constantly ;; lol