#sorry it’s kind of rushed

[nitelytt]

this is how i remember their dynamic i haven’t read the books in a while

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@bozandfriends !!

[soapyakships]

happy marriage !

[xoxochb]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Percy Jackson x Aphrodite fem reader like a blurb with reader in her cabin at night getting ready for bed but Percy comes tapping on her window stealing kisses from her and soft touches but he asked her to go to the beach with him and have some underwater kisses?!

⋆·˚ ༘ * now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night

warnings: none

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite

the evening was your favorite time of day

everything (and everyone) is calm, changing into comfy pajamas, laying under soft blankets, absolutely everything about it!

which is why you skip the nightly campfires to go to bed early and catch up on reading after a busy day. but unfortunately your night routine was interrupted by a knock at the window

your window to be exact, and you knew exactly who would be knocking on your window when your cabin was empty. you place your hairbrush down on the counter and walk over to your window, opening it with a sigh

“this is a surprise” you say sarcastically before baking up to let him climb through

he stands up and places his hands on your hips with a peck to your lips “I thought we could go to the beach tonight”

“right-” he cuts you off with a kiss, longer this time

or more than just one, because after a minute you’ve given into him thinking this would be quick, but when you suspect he won’t stop, you decide to stop him

you pull away and place your hands on his chest to refrain him “what happened to the beach?”

“you distracted me” he kisses you again

when he pulls away you give him a stern look and a warning “perseus”

he laughs at your nature “I’m sorry. let’s go”

he was not sorry

the trip to the beach was filled with a kiss every second- obsessed much? yes, he was.

“percy! do you want to swim or not?” you laugh

“just want to be with you” he rubs circles on the skin of your waist

“no” you put a hand over his mouth “you dragged me out here to swim so that’s what we’re going to do”

you remove your hand and take his, dragging him to the water

once you’re waist-deep he smirks, hes definitely up to something

“what are you-” before you can finish he pulls you under the water

once your eyes adjust to the water you look at him and shake your head but he appears find it amusing. his hands find their place on your waist a drags you in for another kiss. or two, or more. he’s relentless isn’t he?

[pancreasman]

@thefakehedgehogaroundhere the brain worms wouldn’t leave me alone

[lukochi]

I feel bad for not posting anything for so long so I made a couple of doodles and doodles of stuff I was supposed to work with but couldn’t get myself to do to make up 😭

And abt this little creature which I added in some of the doodles. I MIGHT start to add it into my future drawing, for fun

[luminouslotuses]

q!quackity and the tenderness (and tentativeness) that comes with loving again

a history of my brief body by billy-ray belcourt (reposted here) // CONOCIENDO A MI HIJO POR PRIMERA VEZ twitch stream (all screenshots) // @comfymoth // scared of everything by zeph // @pixiecaps // this december by ricky montgomery // @pixiecaps // letters to véra by vladimir nabokov (reposted here)

[circusclowne]

could,, could u mayhaps draw a testco ii?? please they are the world to me I am dying in my rarepair grave /nf

rise from the rarepair grave my friend

[oscarsasylum]

this will probably be the last time I post about bioshock (lie) but I needed a subject for my project and it had to be elizabeth. heres my slop

[atsr-studios]

Happy 36th anniversary to one of my favorite franchises ever :>

[safflinas]

i loved this scene from ch 3 sm… his expressions are so fluid 🫰

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Finishing pride month with some pride pokes.

[greyhands]

[honeycreammilkshake]

i'm your cannibal (i'll take forever from you)

some gross sukuita thing where sukuna confesses his love in a really disturbing way. title is taken from jungle by cruex lies, which sounds like a sukuita song to me. i wrote this instead of sleeping or studying ;-;

Standing in front of the mirror, Yuuji is struck once again by the overpowering feeling that everything about him is foreign. Even before he swallowed that cursed finger whole, there had always been something inherently different about him. Tiger-like strength, an overwhelming excess of empathy and impulsivity, a family full of secrets he might never know, and a high tolerance for the macabre and supernatural. Even his appearance is more than a little unique, a wide open and expressive face crowned in a shock of hair pink as a blush, but with a strong, powerful body made for running and punching.

And now with Sukuna, the King of Curses himself, residing like a parasite in his very skin, his body has become even stranger. Sukuna's eyes — scarlet and burning — suddenly blossom on Yuuji's palms or that sneering mouth peels open across Yuuji's cheek. Those manifestations of Sukuna on his own body are unsettling, really, but they don't hurt at all. Rather, they feel warm — too warm sometimes, like a hot hand set on his flesh, something that radiates heat and pulses with life… a whole other entity trapped inside of him, breaking to the surface.

He stares at his face in the mirror, pressing a cupped fist to the side of his reflection. He inhales deeply, lungs feeling too heavy to hold the air in, and he knows he's close to breaking. He hasn't cried in a long time, and he refuses to now, but images waver in his mind: flash-fast visions of the malformed creatures Mahito made to fight him, human once, that Yuuji killed far too easily, or the broken bodies of people he'd known — sorcerers come to fight the blood-hungry curses of the world or innocent victims caught in the cross-fire, all viciously ended like it meant nothing.

Was all of it his fault? Ever since he'd merged with Sukuna, the rate of attacks by high grade curses had increased, and he'd attracted the attention of serious threats that wouldn't hesitate to kill his friends and teachers. Everything that had happened to cause harm to others could be linked back to him. He bites his tongue at the irony. His grandfather's dying request had been for him to protect people, to put his own self at risk for the well-being of others, yet more tragedy has followed him and the people he cared about than he'd ever known possible.

Maybe he should have let Gojo's superiors kill him as soon as he'd been cursed by the heartless god inside of his body. Maybe he really is a monster now, nothing more than a killing creature with only unnatural death after unnatural death ahead of him.

He makes a choking sound, trying to hold back sobs, glaring into his own eyes. Pure hatred simmers in his throat, the burning ache of unshed tears causing him to grip the edge of the mirror even harder. His reflection cracks from the sudden pressure, a million splinters breaking apart his face, and he blinks hard. He forgets his own strength sometimes, and right now it feels horrifying.

"It's all your fault," he whispers, eyes never leaving the cracked mask of his reflection, his voice harsher and rougher than he's ever heard it been, and he finally breaks.

He barely feels it when the first tears slip down his cheeks; they're cold but so is his skin, and he only realizes he's full-on crying, close to sobbing, when something so keenly alive and physical stirs inside of him.

He watches it happen in the mirror: a vicious red mouth yawning open across his cheek, grinning carnivore teeth on full display. Yuuji grits his own teeth at the sight of it, finally managing to swallow back the rest of his tears, fully expecting Sukuna to start mocking him, to open that monstrous mouth and gut him with cold words about being overly emotional and sickeningly weak… but it doesn't happen. Instead, the tip of Sukuna's long, inhuman tongue peeks out and rasps up the tears spilling down Yuuji's cheek.

"Ehhhhhh????!!" he cries out, shocked by the wet, slurping thing, disgust curling his lips. "What the fuck???"

Sukuna laughs, a deep and rich sound that has Yuuji vibrating from the inside out. "Your suffering tastes sweet to me, brat," he all but croons. "When I have you broken and bleeding on the ground before me, I'll savor it, I'll devour it."

Yuuji tries to ignore him, but Sukuna keeps licking at the remaining tears slowly sliding down his cheeks, that serpentine tongue feeling more than a little rough and uncomfortably wet against Yuuji's skin, but it's also far too warm and almost gentle, and Yuuji is — absurdly — reminded of a cat. He cringes, slapping at the soft, spit-soaked appendage.

"You're seriously gross, you know," he mutters, uselessly rubbing at the disgusting mix of cold tears and too-hot saliva with the edge of his sleeve. His reflection in the mirror does the same, only disjointed and shattered.

"Watch your mouth, brat," Sukuna hisses, sending shivers down Yuuji's neck that he tries to ignore. "Or I'll rip the tongue out of your head and eat it."

"You would actually do that, wouldn't you?" Yuuji bites out, freezing in place for a second, feeling like he might be sick. "You're a monster."

Sukuna laughs again, but this time it's subdued. Instead of thrumming through Yuuji's whole body, it mostly just pulses along his throat, far softer and much calmer. It's almost more threatening that way.

"I wouldn't start with your tongue though," Sukuna muses aloud, the cruel lips of his disembodied mouth pulling wide in a sadistic smile. "I'd eat your eyes first."

Yuuji almost chokes, his heart pounding harder in his chest. I'm in control, he has to remind himself, forcing his fists to relax. He can't do anything to me when I'm in control. Instead of giving into the panic coursing through his veins, he plays it like he doesn't care, leaning in closer at the edge of the sink and casually running his hands through his hair, studying his reflection as he straightens the mess of his spikes like Sukuna's thinly veiled threats are less important to him than making sure his hair isn't unruly. "My eyes first, hmmm?" he wonders out loud, dismissively, and is satisfied when he senses a jolt of Sukuna's displeasure.

"Yes, brat, your eyes. I'll pluck them out of your skull and swallow them whole," the King of Curses sneers.

"Why my eyes? Think they're pretty?" Yuuji teases, lightly, like it doesn't matter if Sukuna is offended by the accusation, because it really doesn't. But instead of coming back with a harsh insult or reprimand, Sukuna remains surprisingly quiet.

Yuuji finds himself curious enough to flick his gaze lower so he can meet his own eyes in the mirror. They're light brown, darker at the center, glittering like a ring. Though he himself considers them plain, he finds he can't look away from the sight of them right now. A soft color, like sun-warmed honey, glinting like crystal in the dim light overhead, larger and rounder than Sukuna's eyes. And deep. Yuuji wasn't aware before of just how deep his gaze was, a gentle darkness he could drown in, and he can't help but think Not pretty… beautiful.

But wait, that wasn't his own thought. Yuuji almost gasps, managing to hold in his surprise at the last second. Sometimes he can sense Sukuna's thoughts or feelings like they're his own, even though the sorcerer usually keeps his intentions or emotions — if he has any besides the murderous and self-obsessed kind — hidden away from Yuuji. But occasionally they slip through, when Yuuji dreams or when Sukuna is especially distracted… like right now.

Yuuji can't believe he's willing to let this continue, but he clears his scraped-out throat and finds himself asking, "You'd really eat me?"

Sukuna grins, lazy and satisfied. He had obviously been hoping Yuuji would bite, and here Yuuji is… completely indulging him. He should feel sick at his own curiosity, he should feel disgusted at anything Sukuna says or thinks, but he can't — not when Sukuna's voice gets even lower and deeper, practically thrumming right up his spine now.

"I will rip off your lips with my teeth," Sukuna says, tongue flickering out of his mouth like a snake scenting the air. Can he sense Yuuji's increasing body heat, can he taste Yuuji's surge of excitement?

In the back of his mind, Yuuji can still hear the small snatches of the cursed king's stolen thoughts: So soft and sweet, bite down and make them bleed. A blurry image surfaces from the depths of Sukuna's consciousness into Yuuji's own, a flickering image of Yuuji's lips covered in a sheen of Sukuna's saliva, the king's teeth sunk deep in the soft flesh of Yuuji's mouth.

"I will devour your fingers, your face, your insides," Sukuna continues, and there's a pounding pulse where the knots of Sukuna's soul are tangled with Yuuji's own… he can sense them like never before, and he can't keep up with the rush of thoughts and images surging through Sukuna's mind, a fragmented stream of The brat, the brat stuck on my fingers, running down my face, his colors … melting through my veins. Dripping down my lips, glistening across my wrists, feel his soul deep in my bones.

And Yuuji exhales with a rush, because the way Sukuna is thinking of him right now… it's like a morbid love song or something — like broken pieces snapped off some grotesque poem, dark petals peeled off a black flower. It's like there's nothing else in the world he'd rather have all to himself, nothing he wouldn't want to devour better. Yuuji can sense the corrosive, overbearing feeling that eats away at Sukuna, that hunger he'd never sensed in the King of Curses before. Hunger just for Yuuji, hunger to make them one, hunger to absorb Yuuji completely into his own self so that they will never be apart. To mix their colors, to melt into each other's souls, to burst in each other's mouths.

Those thoughts are all imploding inside of Sukuna's mind and spilling directly into Yuuji's. He can barely breathe, his heart beating too hard against his ribcage, like a trapped bird throwing itself against the cage. And of course Sukuna takes notice of it … All of a sudden, a pressure encircles Yuuji's beating heart completely, crushing his chest.

"And I will gorge on your heart," Sukuna growls, and Yuuji is flooded with a sudden rush of possessiveness that is pouring directly from Sukuna. It's a dizzying jolt to his system. It's burning heat throbbing in his chest, a hand right over his heart, cupping it whole. It's overwhelming, and he almost can't take it, knees giving out so he slips down onto the floor, close to overflowing.

He lets out a gasp, filled to bursting by this strange feeling coursing through his entire body. There's something inside of him. Sukuna, inside of him. So close, so warm, burning within his skin like a fever. He's never known a closeness like this before, never. The fullness of it, the rightness of it is shocking, consuming.

A hot touch spreading across his hand barely registers in the back of his mind. He lifts it up, watching as Sukuna's eye and mouth flutter open across his palm. The eye is scarlet, deep dark red and slitted, like a demonic cat staring up at him. Their gazes lock together, and Yuuji can't pull away.

"Do you get it now, brat?" Sukuna asks, softly. Far too softly. His tongue flicks out again, dragging up Yuuji's wrist, licking up the sweat gathering there. "You are my vessel, made for me. You're mine. Everything you are belongs to me. This body, this soul, this heart is all for me."

The hand around his heart clenches deeper and Yuuji almost sobs, the warmth of it thawing whatever had kept him cold and lonely before all this. Before Sukuna ended up inside of him, before there was nothing and no one in the world that had gotten so close to Yuuji.

He stares into Sukuna's eye, feels the sorcerer's mouth with those dark lips twitching into a growing grin. "I could eat you forever," Sukuna purrs, and Yuuji can't help it.

Before he can think better of it, before he even knows what he's doing, he leans in closer and presses his mouth to Sukuna's own. It's nothing more than a quick brush of his lips against the cursed king's, but in that single moment Yuuji feels how surprisingly soft Sukuna's mouth is, how sharp his teeth are past that obscenely long tongue.

And before Sukuna can say anything in response, Yuuji smiles down at the monster manifested on his palm. "Enough of the gross cannibal talk, old man, or someone might think you're getting feelings for me. Admittedly twisted feelings, but feelings all the same."

Sukuna opens his cursed mouth to make protests, but Yuuji silences him by placing his hand right over those dark lips. Naturally, the King of Curses bites him, hard enough to draw blood even, but Yuuji doesn’t cry out or pull away. He lets Sukuna’s teeth sink deep into the flesh of his palm, a bright flash of pain for just a moment, and revels in the thoughts coursing through their shared mind, a chorus of mine mine mine that is felt by the both of them. 

When Sukuna’s mouth pulls away, there’s an obvious bitemark buried deep in Yuuji’s flesh, and Sukuna grins wide to show his now bloodied teeth. “You’re mine, brat, don’t ever forget that.” 

Yuuji can only nod. Maybe he’s actually mad. Maybe Sukuna did something to his brain, altered it or damaged it or something. But right in this moment, he feels too full, too warm, almost whole… It feels so good, he can’t really fight it. He leans back against the sink and closes his eyes. Breathes in and feels Sukuna’s soul shifting inside of him, breathes out and senses the slow calming of Sukuna’s thoughts. 

Everything is so weird. Everything is so messed up. But when he feels the aching of his bloody palm, the sweet purring Sukuna makes whenever Yuuji accepts those feelings, he knows it’s the only fate he’s willing to face. Being marked by the King of Curses is a tragedy, really, but never before has Yuuji felt so close to something, never felt so alive and powerful, never felt so complete and defined. He feels that he belongs, that he is wanted, even if it’s in some twisted way. 

And he knows that he is Sukuna’s. 

And, deep down, he knows that Sukuna is his too, because both of them are complete with each other, and both of them are the two sides of the very same whole.  

It’s not such a monstrous thought as it should have been, and he isn’t as scared as he’d thought he’d be when he finally — and fully — accepts it.

[blacklustertarot]

i'll be running a limited preorder for the full black luster tarot when the shop reopens on the 19th!!!

it's not gonna be for long and it won't be a lot of stock, but if they don't sell out leftovers will be in stock afterwards!! stocking the full tarot is pretty rare since it's costly to produce so i hope yall are excited!!

[mossy-paws]

Subspace for the requests? (No specifics in mind LMAO)

Someone on bird site requested a biobean so I thought this would be a fun time to add in clementine!

[luvrsinn]

synopsis: you're unsure if your drunken state is due to the drinks served at the party or the way sirius is looking at you. either way, you really want him to kiss you.

sirius black x fem!reader 0.7k words

"Can we get away for a minute?", you yell at Sirius over the sound of all the music. He struggles to hear you, but he does.

"Yeah, sure."

The blazing music fades away to a soft lull as Sirius leads you to the nearest bathroom. The party has been going on for a few hours, and the both of you have already had way too many drinks.

Sirius had spent the better part of the party by your side, occasionally breaking away when a classmate was within speaking distance or when a very drunk James whisked him away to dance on the common room sofa. On one such occasion tonight, he was flopped down on the sofa beside the marauders, his sides aching from laughter, when he saw Remus' curious stare. Being the only one with any brain cells in the group, Remus noticed the suspicious amount of time Sirius spent with you, yammering on aimlessly. He also noticed the way you both looked at each other, oblivious and full of longing. Sirius insists that you both are friends, nothing more, and promptly ignores any more interrogations.

Now, Sirius wonders if that really is true. He is standing in front of the sink you're sitting on, ankles crossed. His hands are cold where they rest on either side of you, and he finds that he wouldn't at all hate the idea of you both being something more. He briefly wonders if your heart is racing as fast as his.

Say something, he tells himself. Usually, conversations are his strong suit; hell, he could even charm the pants off Dumbledore if he wanted to. But right now, Sirius finds himself rendered stupid. He blames it on the alcohol.

"I want to kiss you." You're slurring and tripping over the words.

A pretty girl like her wants to kiss me?, is his first thought.

Sirius is sure he's dreaming. Or maybe the alcohol has started to mess with his brain too, if your perfume already hasn't.

Your fingers start tracing his jaw, brushing over his freckles, and he is suddenly conscious of the fact that this is all very real. His ears grow red as your words play again in his head.

The heat of your body next to his is nearly unbearable, and all his limbs ache to feel your touch, to see if his lips fit between yours the way they do in his many dreams. He asks the universe why it has decided to play with him today. He is almost certain that your words are a result of the alcohol. Almost.

Sirius' head is swimming with the countless things he wants to do. He settles on burying his face in your neck. If one of your hands finds its way to his hair, he lets it slide. All the usual cocky brashness Sirius carries leaves him. He is not sure why you have such an effect on him. His voice is slightly hoarse when it comes out.

"No, you don't. You're just drunk, love," he says. He doesn't look up. He is sure he will be lost completely if he does.

"Noo, I'm not," you whine. He chuckles at that and you can feel his core vibrate. You're pouting comically with your brows furrowed, when he looks up. His hands twitch at his side. He has half a mind to straighten the creases on your forehead. Right then, your body is so close and Sirius decides to take a chance.

"I want to kiss you too," he says. You lean slightly forward, giddy and drunk from the way he is looking at you. He is quick to press his long, ring-clad finger to your lips.

"But I won't. Not here. Not now."

You tilt your head, confused. The rejection burns a bit, but your spirit rises again when he continues.

"However," he says, eyes shining with something you can't place your finger on, "if you remember all this tomorrow and you still want to kiss me, I gladly will."

You smile brightly at that, and Sirius drops his hand, his finger burning where it touched your lips. A lump rises in his throat. He prays to whoever's listening to always be the reason you smile like that.

As it turns out, someone was listening. Much to his delight, you kiss him stupid the very next day. And every day after that.