#the background is so boring sorry for that

[p1llkiss]

you weren't supposed to bring things home.

especially not mewling, flea-bitten things found under a bush by a dumpster in the pouring rain.

especially not while sukuna was sharing your body and could see you crouched there like an idiot, making cooing sounds at the little creature.

“don’t you fucking dare,” his voice growled low in your head.

you tilted your head, water dripping from your bangs. “aw, she’s cold.” you whispered, scooping the frail thing into your arms. she weighed nothing. just a tiny fluffball with bones.

“she’s vermin.”

“she's just a baby.."

“so were the children i slaughtered in the western provinces.”

you cradled the kitten against your chest, rolling your eyes, “you’re comparing a kitten to a battlefield massacre?”

“i'm comparing you to the people who begged for mercy.”

“…you’re so dramatic.”

the heater ticked softly in the background as you towel-dried the kitten with what was formerly your favorite shirt. she looked like a soggy gremlin with eyes too big for her face.

the two of you sat on the floor, measuring out kitten formula in a pink ceramic bowl.

“three tablespoons?” you murmured, checking the label.

“that’s two and a half,” sukuna grunted, already measuring it himself with precision that would've put a nurse to shame.

you stared at him. “you’re weirdly good at this.”

“i used to feed sacrificial goats before slaughtering them.”

you blinked. “...okay.”

later, after a quick youtube tutorial and a borrowed bottle of kitten safe shampoo, you sat cross legged on the bathroom floor holding the ball of fur.

“you're going to kill her,” you muttered, glaring up at the hulking cursed spirit who had just manifested into a partial physical form beside you.

he sat with his arms crossed, eyes half-lidded and bored. “she’s squirming. that’s unnatural.”

“she’s a cat, sukuna.”

“she’s possessed.”

“she sneezed.”

“she has demonic tendencies.”

you blinked at him. he blinked back, dead serious.

you huffed. “just hold her.”

to your utter horror, he did.

clawed fingers cradled her so gently it looked absurd. the king of curses holding a kitten like she might detonate.

“she’s making that sound again,” he said suspiciously.

“she’s purring.”

“she sounds like she’s dying.”

“she’s HAPPY.”

“i don’t believe in that.”

fifteen minutes later, the kitten was bathed, dried, and curled into a tiny spiral in your lap. sukuna loomed beside you, utterly disgusted.

“she smells like flowers.”

you sniffed her fur proudly. “yup- lavender and oat. hypoallergenic.” he recoiled like you'd slapped him with a prayer bead.

you went to bed that night with the kitten tucked under your chin and sukuna ominously quiet. that never meant anything good.

and sure enough, in the middle of the night, you rolled over and cracked one eye open…to find one of sukuna’s massive arms physically manifested beside your pillow. just the arm. cupped like a nest.

inside it was the kitten. sleeping soundly.

you blinked. he didn’t say anything. you didn’t either.

the following morning, you were at the vet. or, more accurately, you were attempting to be at the vet.

the kitten, now nicknamed “murder” thanks to sukuna’s constant complaining, sat swaddled in a blanket on your lap.

the vet- a kind, older man with circular glasses and a voice like chamomile stepped in.

“okay, sweet girl," he said in a baby voice, “let’s see how your lungs sound!"

that's it.

sukuna’s voice dropped into your mind like a guillotine. “he dies.”

“he’s just doing his job,” you hissed back.

“he just called murder a sweet girl in a tone that dripped with audacity.”

“she IS a sweet girl.”

“i’ll wear his face like a mask.”

you shot up halfway through the examination, harshly elbowing the vet.

“oh my god, i'm so sorry!” you blurted. “i-i have a demon inside me and he’s very overprotective of the kitten, please ignore him.”

the vet blinked slowly. “i see.”

sukuna then whispered something unspeakable in ancient japanese that made your nose bleed a little.

that night, you walked into the living room to find sukuna in full, terrifying form. massive, regal, monstrous- sitting cross legged on the floor, holding the kitten up in two hands like a sacred offering.

“what... are you doing?”

“she was crying.”

“…and you picked her up?”

“yes, she likes it.”

“…oh my god.”

you stared at the sight of ryomen sukuna, king of curses, rocking a kitten back and forth like a nanny.

you laughed. you couldn’t help it. you laughed so hard you nearly collapsed, and sukuna looked at you with utter disdain, like you were the one with no dignity.

“you’re going sooooft,” you wheezed.

he narrowed all four eyes at you. “i will wear your intestines like a scarf.”

you wiped a tear. “you’re a dad now.”

“i will obliterate this entire prefecture.”

the kitten sneezed. sukuna flinched. hard.

“…she’s too small to survive a plague,” he muttered, pulling her closer.

you didn’t bring up how, later that day, you found a tiny pink cat bed with gold embroidery conjured in the corner of the room.

and you definitely didn’t say anything when he threatened to skin the cashier who called the kitten “a little princess” at the pet store the next day.

but as you fed murder her evening formula together, side by side, the silence between you wasn’t awkward.

it was peaceful.

like maybe, the king of curses had enough room in his monstrous soul for one very small exception.

and a human.

[kjiscrawlingbackformore]

No Reservations: Chapter Nine

Restaurant Owner Lottie Matthews x Chef!reader

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A/N: I know I left u hanging for no reservations but here’s a present 🤲🏼 nat has all the audacity 🤞🏼

Charlotte descended the stage with effortless poise, applause still buzzing in the background, her focus narrowing to the figure in red silk. You. Laughing softly. Smiling. And then she saw who stood next to you.

Someone tall. Cool. Beautiful. Leaning a little too close.

Natalie Scatorccio, a name and face she remembered well. All those late-night conversations of how she broke your heart, and Lottie being the one to hold you. She wanted to have a face to the name. She never forgot how… beautiful she looked. How exactly opposite she was to Lottie.

Or the parties where Charlotte had to pretend not to stare as you would straddle her lap, and kiss her like she was the only person on earth you wanted to kiss. Her stomach was in knots remembering it all. Even now seeing the way Natalie’s voice seemed to draw a laugh out of you, the way you feel into an automatic rhythm with her.

The room felt hot. Charlotte’s stride slowed for only a second before she composed herself and approached. She slipped in beside you, her voice light but lined with steel. “Sorry I took so long. Everything okay over here?”

Your smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but your tone stayed easy. “All good. Charlotte, this is Natalie.”

Charlotte’s eyes never left her. “Right. Natalie Scatorccio. We’ve met.”

Natalie turned, extending her hand with a faint smirk and a confused glint in her eye. “Not officially, I don’t think.”

Charlotte shook it, firm and brief, her other hand already resting low at your waist. The touch made you resist the urge to shiver. “Well, here we are.”

“Here we are,” Natalie echoed.

“Still consulting?” Charlotte asked coolly, sipping her champagne.

Natalie grinned. “You keep tabs, huh?”

“Made sure to know everyone on the guest list. Especially anyone talking to my staff.”

You coughed and gave Charlotte a sharp look, but Natalie just laughed like she was impressed.

“Automotive, still. Helping restructure the logistics arm of a company in Dallas. Boring corporate stuff. Nothing nearly as sexy as launching a flagship in Manhattan.”

Charlotte’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Mm, well. It’s not about sexy. It’s about precision.”

Natalie lifted her flute. “And you Matthew’s always love being precise.”

Charlotte's fingers tensed on your waist, but she recovered quickly. “Precision keeps the business standing. And people in line.”

Natalie tilted her head, eyes flicking to you. “I’m sure your team’s very disciplined.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, to steer them off the inevitable collision course—but Natalie was already leaning in, lips brushing your cheek far too closely to your mouth with the kind of precision that was entirely intentional.

“Text me before I fly out?” Natalie murmured, the whisper sliding right past Charlotte’s defenses.

You froze, with a wide-eyed nod. “Sure.”

Charlotte didn’t wait. Her hand slipped lower, fingers tightening just enough to send a message.

“We should go dance,” Charlotte said, voice clipped.

You feel yourself take a sharp breath, and then you swallow hard. “Now?”

“Yes.”

Charlotte was already leading you away, her grip steady, the crowd parting as they moved toward the dance floor. She didn’t look back. Natalie didn’t follow. And you? Well, you were trying very hard not to combust.

The music was elegant and low, the kind that floated around you like silk and made everything feel a little closer, a little quieter. Charlotte's hand rested at the small of your back, guiding you into the sway of the room like it was second nature. It probably was, for Charlotte, anyway. She moved with a kind of practiced grace, but her shoulders were tight.

You could feel it, even in the careful way their hands met.

"I'm sorry about that," you said softly, not looking at her. "Natalie… she’s kind of unpredictable."

Charlotte’s eyes flicked down. “It’s fine.”

You looked up at her. “That sounded a lot like it’s not fine.”

Charlotte sighed, her voice gentle, but too honest to be convincing. “She’s your past. I don’t have a say in who talks to you. Or who kisses… too close to your mouth.”

You winced. “Yeah, that was… unexpected.”

Charlotte gave a tight smile, one that didn’t quite hide the flush rising up her throat. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

You searched her face. “I just didn’t want tonight to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Charlotte said quickly, then, realizing how stiff she sounded, added more softly, “Okay, it’s a little weird. But not… bad weird.”

You exhaled, letting your forehead nearly rest against Charlotte’s collarbone as they turned with the music. “Want me to pivot the conversation to something incredibly safe and stupid?”

Charlotte huffed a soft laugh, the tension cracking just slightly. “Please.”

You lifted your head, eyes gleaming. “Okay. You know those people who claim tomatoes are fruits? And then think they’re clever because they call ketchup a smoothie?”

Charlotte blinked. “That’s not real.”

“Oh, it’s very real,” you said solemnly. “And those people should be monitored.”

Charlotte laughed then, and the sound of it did something warm to your chest. Her laugh was quieter now, closer, and her grip around you had softened without either of them noticing. They were still dancing, barely, just enough to not draw attention. But mostly, they were just… there. Holding each other.

“I think you might be dangerous,” Charlotte murmured.

You smirked. “Only in kitchens and casual debates about condiments.”

Charlotte’s eyes met yours, slow and soft and open in a way that made the music feel far away. Her voice dropped to something fragile. “You look beautiful tonight.”

Your breath caught, and for the first time since Natalie reappeared, it was your turn to be flustered. “You clean up pretty nice yourself, Matthews.”

“Lottie,” Charlotte corrected, almost under her breath. “You called me Lottie earlier.”

You smiled, bashful now. “Yeah. I remember.”

Charlotte’s hand tightened just a little, just enough. Neither of them said anything else for a moment. Just the music.

And the distance between them kept shifting, drawing closer.

Charlotte introduced you to a dozen people over the course of the night, but none made her as visibly nervous as the moment she approached a tall, elegant blonde woman near the back bar, nursing a glass of something amber and neat.

“Laura Lee,” Charlotte said, her voice oddly formal. “This is Y/n. Y/n, this is Laura Lee—my best friend since forever.”

Laura Lee turned, her sharp eyes landing on you, and immediately a bright smile bloomed on her face. “So you’re the famous Y/n.”

Charlotte groaned under her breath.

You paused and looked between her and Lottie. “Famous?”

“Oh, please,” Laura Lee said, reaching out for a warm handshake. “She talks about you all the time. It's borderline annoying.”

Charlotte choked on her champagne.

Laura Lee grinned wickedly. “Though I must say—she undersold you. You’re even more beautiful than she said.”

Charlotte flushed a full shade of crimson. You nearly dropped your glass at the admission from Laura Lee.

“That’s—that’s not—” Charlotte tried to cut in, but Laura Lee was already sipping her drink, delighting in both your stunned silence.

“I’m going to get a refill,” Laura Lee said with a wink. “Try not to combust.”

Charlotte muttered something that sounded like betrayal as they parted ways. But her hand settled on the small of your back again, gently guiding you through the crowd. It lingered a little longer this time.

They found a quieter table near the terrace, sitting close enough that their knees brushed beneath the linen-draped table. The night had cooled, but inside the warmth lingered, chatter, clinking glasses, soft jazz weaving through everything.

Your phone buzzed against your clutch. You glanced at it, just enough to see the name: Natalie Scatorccio.

Charlotte’s voice was low. “Is that… Natalie?”

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to downplay the shift in air. “Why? Jealous?”

Charlotte didn’t smile. She didn’t deflect. She looked at you, eyes unreadable, but her voice steady. “Yeah.”

It hit like a stone tossed gently into water, unexpected but rippling deep.

You froze, the blush from Laura Lee’s compliment returning in full force. Your mouth parted, searching for something clever or lighthearted to say, but it all dissolved into the heat in your chest.

It might’ve been the champagne. Or Charlotte in that impossibly tailored black suit. Or the way the candlelight flickered across her face like it had been waiting for this moment too.

You leaned in, barely—just enough to feel the pull between them catch fire. And Charlotte was leaning in, too. Her eyes dipped to your lips.

The air hummed as you both inched closer and closer. — RING.

Charlotte blinked and fumbled for her phone. She stared at the screen, her expression crumpling just slightly.

“My dad,” she said, apologetic but already rising. “I have to take this.”

You nodded, swallowing the feeling clawing up your throat. “Of course.”

Charlotte hesitated before walking away, like she wanted to say something else. But instead, she pressed a soft hand to your shoulder and mouthed I’m sorry before disappearing toward the back hall.

You stared down at your still-glowing phone. One text from Natalie. One almost-kiss from Lottie. And a heart that wouldn’t stop pounding.

Charlotte slipped out the side door of the ballroom, ducking into a quieter service corridor lined with coat racks and catering trays. The phone was still pressed to her ear when she leaned against the wall, posture rigid.

“—I know, I know, I’m sorry,” came her father’s voice, barely apologetic, more distracted than anything else. “Something came up with the Tokyo team. I couldn’t make it tonight. But I trust the event’s going well?”

Charlotte’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. It’s fine. Great, actually. Y/n, my new development lead she’s—”

“I don’t care about the menu right now, Charlotte,” he cut in. “Look, I need you to pivot. There’s an issue with the third quarter reports from the Aspen location. It’s not adding up, and the regional manager’s on vacation.”

Charlotte blinked. “Wait—Aspen? I don’t have capacity to pick that up. I’m already full-throttle with the flagship—”

“You’ll make capacity,” he said coolly. “Because you’re the only one I trust not to completely screw it up.”

Her fingers curled tighter around the phone.

“You always say you want more responsibility. This is it. Figure it out.”

And then—click. The line went dead. Charlotte lowered the phone slowly. Her reflection glared back at her in the silver pan resting on a nearby serving cart. For a second, she just stood there, eyes wet and unfocused, jaw tight.

She swallowed hard, pressed her hands to her face, then took a long, grounding breath. When she returned to the ballroom, her smile was almost convincing.

Almost.

You noticed the second she sat down again. “You okay?” you asked gently, brows pinched with concern.

Charlotte tried to wave it off with a vague shrug. “Family call. You know how that goes.”

But her shoulders were stiff, and the light behind her eyes wasn’t quite the same. Her glass was empty, but she reached for it anyway, pretending to sip.

You leaned in slightly, not pushing but making your presence known. “You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”

Charlotte met her gaze, and for the briefest moment, the mask faltered—just enough for you to see it: the weight of expectation, of always being the one who held the entire world together.

“I’m fine,” Charlotte murmured, quieter this time.

You didn’t believe her. But you didn’t say that. Instead, you reached forward and gently placed your hand over Charlotte’s, thumb brushing the edge of her knuckles. The small touch felt like a silent I see you. Even if you don’t want me to.

Charlotte’s eyes dropped to their hands, and her breath hitched. She didn’t pull away.

The ride back was warm in the kind of way that made you not want to speak too loud. Charlotte had her personal car brought around to take you home. She drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely in her lap, where your fingers had brushed earlier in the night and never quite made it back again.

You talked about everything and nothing. Where to find the best croissants in the city. The couple who got engaged during the event. Some new seafood vendor Charlotte swore by. But beneath the conversation was a current of something unspoken, something soft, blooming, and real.

At red lights, her eyes would flick over to you. Not in a way that asked for anything. Just in a way that said, God, I like sitting next to you.

By the time you pulled up to your building, the city was quiet. The party noise had faded into the kind of still that only New York could manage, buzzing faintly under the surface.

Charlotte parked and turned toward you. “I had fun tonight.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

There was a pause. The kind where a lot could happen. The kind where, a year ago, you both might’ve done something reckless. But now? You leaned in slowly and kissed her cheek. Soft, lingering. One hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight, Lottie,” you whispered. “For everything.”

Charlotte blinked. Her whole body seemed to warm beneath your touch. When you pulled away, she was smiling wide, goofy, stunned.

She laughed under her breath and reached for you again, pulling you into a hug that was all arms and warmth and lingering scent of her perfume. You held her back, just as tightly.

When she let go, her hands hovered near yours like she didn’t quite want to stop touching you. But eventually, she let go and you stepped out into the night.

You walked slowly, as if the moment might last longer if you didn’t hurry. Your heels clicked against the sidewalk, heartbeat still a little high. Your fingers still tingled from the brush of her cheek.

But when you turned the corner to your building’s front steps—your heart dropped. There she was.

Natalie Scatorccio.

Still in that black suit. Still wearing that same champagne-glass smirk. Leaning casually against your apartment door like she hadn’t kissed you too close hours ago. Like she hadn’t disappeared for months. She was standing there like she had every right to be there.

She straightened up as you approached, her voice low, dry, unmistakably hers.

“Told you I’d text. But, you know me. Always been more of a show-up-at-your-door kind of girl.”

Your breath caught. Because of course she was. Of course tonight couldn’t just end softly. Charlotte’s cheek still warmed your lips. And now Natalie was here—burning through your carefully stitched calm with one look.

“Can we talk?” she asked, softer this time.

And somehow, you had no idea what to say.

[schulonso14]

he just comes running over to me -fa14-

Renault!Fernando x wife!reader

set in 2005 with his first championship

warnings: fluff!!! semi awfully translated spanish (im not fluent im so sorry) kissing, emotional tears from both characters, not edited

I literally got bored and wrote this after reading someone's version for MV1 and needed to make my own. also had The Alchemy by Taylor Swift stuck in my head.

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There was something about watching the love of your life reach the top of motorsport after knowing him for so long. You had met Fernando when you were kids, watching him rise up the ranks as a teen in karting, then in single seaters. You married young, followed him across Europe and the world while he chased his dreams. This is the moment that he had dreamed of, and in turn, so did you.

The second he crossed the finish line in Brazil, tears of joy began to make their way down your flushed cheeks. The deafening crowd and commotion of the garage no longer muffled by the headphones you wore, which were unceremoniously thrown off into the chair you sat in as you rushed out to Parc Fermé with his team.

Fernando drove next to the barriers shortly after you made your way to the barriers, and as he celebrated on the top of his car, his eyes locked with yours, softening like he had finally found the piece he was missing in the moment. In an instant, his arms were wrapped around you, hair damp with sweat, face pressed into your shoulder like you were going to disappear any moment.

"Amor, mi vida, you did it. You are the champion." You whispered into his ear, cheeks stained with tears of joy for your husband.

"No, cariño, we did it. I could not have done this without you. Eres mi inspiración, mi razón para seguir adelante, te amo, mi querida esposa." He says, voice thick with emotions as his eyes met yours, his big brown eyes glassy with tears. No matter what, this was an emotion and memory he would treasure forever. For both of you, a day that ranks right up next to the day you said your vows to each other just a few short years prior.

In a moment where the commotion of a champion being crowned was deafening, everything became muted in the background as his lips met yours, the fireworks dancing in your soul as passion and joy is shared. Camera shutters and mechanics cheering fell away, no doubt the photos making it into the papers headlines across Europe, including your home country, but neither you or your husband cared.

Separating with a giggle and a smile as he rests his forehead against yours, your hands finding purchase into his race suit, you stole one last moment before pushing him away with a giggle towards the podium.

"I'll see you after the ceremony Nano. Te amo." You say, wishing you could keep him wrapped in your embrace for a little while longer, wanting to savor the moment.

Champagne flew as your husband occupied the third step on the podium, for he had the reason to celebrate. As you and him walked out from the paddock hand in hand to continue celebrating his championship at a local bar before flying back to Spain, you couldn't help but smile at how far you two had come together. From kids in Oviedo, to teens flying to race after race in between classes, to holding his hand as he got the call to Formula One, and finally, watching him reach the top of the sport he had always dreamed of. Inside the newly crowned champion, was just a young husband and wife hand in hand, with big dreams and humble beginnings, teens in bed together voicing fears and insecurities.

As Fernando watched you deep in thought, all he could do was smile. The glint of lights from the paddock made your skin glow warmly, and in that moment, while he was now a champion, he knew that he would trade every championship, every race win, and give anything to make sure that you never left his side, for he knew he would have been nothing without your support guiding him since you were kids together. In that moment, he knew making you an Alonso was the best decision he ever made at the young age.

As the lights faded in the background, hand in hand, the Alonso's both found a new joy, a new feeling, and a renewed appreciation for life together.

[beetlerings]

Colored this doodle

Hehe I luv yucky green overlays

[blackkatdraws2]

This little NPC is lost. The Narrator [Black] has come to guide her back to where she needs to be. [Blank Scripts AU]

I imagine Black would be a lot more tolerant toward his NPCs since they're basically just the Dungeons spawns, and by extension, his own creations.

[If you're familiar with manhwas / manhuas that features the dungeon / system genre, you'd be able to understand this AU a lot easier. The majority of my inspiration for worldbuilding came from those specific genres.]

[NOTE: 'Dungeon' is just another term for the Parable. Technically, Black owns a Dungeon and the Parable is just a small part of it. The Dungeon itself is much, much larger.]

For context, the comic below references this post about the Dungeon's children/guard dogs.

[They're more like the immune system since all they do is make sure the (body) is safe.]

[The reason the Narrator [Black] considers them his children is that the Dungeon is feeding off his energy and in turn shares the 'nutrients' to the monsters it produces, which transforms them into an image that resembles his power.]

And the old man below is Joseph!

Joseph is NOT AN NPC! He is a person who exists outside of the Dungeon!

[There are two separate 'worlds' for this AU. Inside the Dungeon (where most of the game-like stuff is happening) and the world outside (pretty much their normal world.)]

[There is a secret third world, and that's our world. Our reality.]

These characters are not actually important or anything, I just made them to make the AU feel more lively. To make a world that exists, you know?

When the Narrator [Black] first established himself in their world, he found a growing problem with homelessness. Not understanding human norms or why this has become a problem in the first place, he offers (tricks) them into working for him as janitors for the Dungeon and they accept for the money.

Most of them left after they got paid, but Joseph was one of the people who stayed. He doesn't have anywhere else to go and has no ambitions in life. He just wishes to live a peaceful life with food and a roof over his head.

Joseph defaults to referring to the Narrator [Black] with feminine terms due to his appearance despite his voice. The Narrator [Black] is not the type to care for such terms anyway so he doesn't care how other people refer to him as long as there's respect.

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This post focuses more on the worldbuilding and background aspects of the AU! There are a lot more in store for the Blank Scripts AU, and I want to explore more on how the characters might interact with their surroundings and how this would work to make a world that makes sense.

It would be so cool if people made self-inserts or OCs for my AU actually. I'd love to see how you guys would work with my stuff. Play around with it like a barbie world for your little barbie dolls. Be canon compliant, be canon divergent, who cares, have fun.

[legolambi]

[imjustspacetrash]

Some fanart for a fanfic that I love! Honest Man by girlpigeon. I'm obsessed with their fics (babe wake up, they just dropped a new fic for serirei week 2024).

Here we have my visual interpretation of Reigen's sister and brother-in-law! Love how they are written in the fanfic, they are so canon to me now, this is how I imagen the Reigen Family to be. And I love the Reigen's dyed hair detail!, I headcanon that his original color is his manga colors.

My Carrd

[autism-swagger]

Behold: the AU I mentioned the other day. This is so self indulgent tee hee ❤️ girls when they figure out a new way to combine their interests.

Tumblr absolutely destroyed the quality. A likely thing for it to do. So like. Click on them if you want to actually read the text.

Reblogging is better than just liking.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

R.I.P. Daisy Johnson you would've loved Good Kid from The Lightning Thief musical.

The almost drowning had to happen to someone okay. Law of equivalent exchange.

Yes Fitz is the Grover figure in this AU. Yes his official camp sanctioned weapon is literally just a hammer. Don't question it.

I don't know why two European kids ended up in a summer camp in New York. Are there Demigod camps other than Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter? Like. For non American Demigods? Or are they just fucked? Was that ever answered? Idk. I didn't read past Heroes of Olympus.

Coulson is Chiron. I can't stop picturing him as a centaur. Somebody please draw that. I can't draw horses.

May would be. Idk Mr. D? Or like in the Mr. D role, but not actually Dionysus. It's not exact.

Lincoln is Thalia though. That is exact.

Garrett is Ares. I don't really have thoughts on the rest of the gods or any of the monsters yet. Aside from the Furies looking like Samuel L. Jackson.

Hive is Kronos. Obligatory you're obsessed with the bloated rotting corpse it's like your Jungkook. I'll find any way to work him in. That tweet that's like "ao3 writers will try to fit their favorite characters into every narrative like their life depends on it. Why he the bus driver all of a sudden 😐"

Yes they run into Steve and Bucky at the Lotus hotel.

Rapid fire other characters: Mack is a Hephaestus kid. Yoyo and Bobbi are Hermes kids. Hunter is an Apollo kid. I have thoughts on all of these. I cannot articulate them.

Trip is Charlie Beckondorf. Guess how that ends.

+ some additional angsty world building! 😁

There was a drawing to go with this. I got distracted watching SpongeBob and didn't finish it. Maybe someday.

[yummycrummy]

I just think he's neat

[flustersnaggle]

THE WORLD, FULL OF INFINITE POSSIBILITIES

aurelia aquareine (she/her), sage of alchemy — cheerful // creative // perfectionist

general: face skinblend // facekit 1 // facekit 2 // face highlights (highlight N1) // face undertones // hairline // brows // eye preset // lashes // eye base // eye sparkle // eyeshadow (eyeshadows N9 glitter only) // eyeliner // blush—... hey, where did it go? // mouth corners // teeth // body preset // skinblend (skin N13 overlay) // skin tints // nails // wrist tattoo everyday: hair (my wedding stories) // hat (helia hat V3) // earrings // choker // dress // boots formal: hair (my wedding stories) // earrings // necklace // lipstick // dress (high school years) // arm bracelet (realm of magic) // shoes (base game) athletic: hair (fashima fro) & headwrap overlay // earrings (base game) // top (throwback fit) // shorts (daisy shorts V1) // socks (artemis socks) // shoes (incheon arrivals) sleep: bonnet (V2) // robes (vintage glamour) // shoes (spa day) party: hair (lisa low fro) // earrings (ashley earrings) // necklace (poolside splash) // lipstick // dress (naomi dress) // bracelets // shoes swimwear: hair (pam puff V1) // top (island living) // bottom (base game) // bracelet (base game) // feet hot weather: hair (penny puff V3) // earrings (base game) // top (eco lifestyle) // shorts (realm of magic) // bracelet (base game) // shoes (incheon arrivals) cold weather: hair (lisa low fro) // hat (seasons) // earrings // coat // gloves (get to work) // shoes (get together) extras: poses 1 & potion // poses 2 // poses 3 // realm of magic icons rip

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[emicat1159]

Teo is a bit sensitive to movement. Poor guy gets motion sickness a lot, which is why Trari is the one of the two to go on trips usually XD

Bonus:

I reckon this takes place a few days before my last wip of Astor X")

I'm sorry I don't know how to make my story interesting lmfao

[squishosaur]

t4t marriage for your dashboard

[angelwinkteruhashi]

Happy Monday, everyone!

Yesterday, I was going to get groceries for my mom and decided to try and take a few photos, now that the season has more noticeably changed!

Cherry Blossoms really are beautiful, if not fleeting. From how they flutter down, to how they truly show the change of season, it's understandable people would love them! Even if they're only in bloom for a few weeks, that's what makes them so amazing, you know? (o＾▽＾o)🌸

[emerxshiu]

i still struggle so much drawing the creature in a non gijinka way

also i know the background is horrible but uhhhhh

i have been drawing basically like, the entire week lol to try to lift my mood up since last post, yknow so i at least know i can still draw, and i made a list with stuff to draw, i have a few of em done but i wanna upload them in the same post so it will take a while (its nothing much, just some silly un-shaded quick drawings) i also im doing this one drawing and im trying something different so uh, i very much have no idea of what the fuck im trying to do in that one (it has a bit to do with chaos elfilis as in im tryna remake their gijinka and going crazy on not being satisfied with the designs i came up with and cool ideas i dont have the skill to do)

went in a bit of rant there, huh? well, i just wanted to post something already (i was planning to upload this tmrrw)

uh Jambuhbye! :D

[five-bi-five-mind]

Hiiiiiiiii~

Would you be so kind and share a JJ sneak peek with us if you can? Pleaseeee? 🙏🏽

Hi I fear I only have spicy scenes written of JJ but if you want my latest one for the fic I'm focusing on this weekend... sneak peek below the cut.

“Open.” JJ’s nails dug into the skin of your cheek and before you could even obey, she was forcing you to pry your lips apart. With your mouth open for her she lent further over you. Her spit dripped down into your mouth and the way your eyes widened when you realized what she was doing was a decadent sight for her. 

Her grip softened slightly and you closed your lips, but to JJ’s delight, you didn’t swallow. So this was how obedient you were willing to be for her. JJ’s touch changed for a moment, her thumb swiped gently over your lips, feeling the velvety softness of them while simultaneously enjoying how red and puffy they had gotten from her aggressiveness. “Swallow,” she said in a low, gravely voice and you did just that.