#thinking about one piece cuz it makes me want to lose my mind

[narsh-potatoes]

DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT TO BITE OFF HEADS WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[darlingdreadwrites]

I read your Toby fics, and I really love your writing:D

I see your open with requests and I wanted to ask a Toby x final girl reader?

They just kept fighting against him, and he somehow gained a crush on the person he is supposed to kill? It's fine if you don't ;D

I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I SQUEALED WHEN I READ IT!! i hope i do right by you, my lovely anon.

pairing: Ticci Toby x Final Girl F!Reader

summary: Toby thought you'd be an easy target since you were just a girl. He should've gone with the easy kill when he had the chance.

contains: getting chased by a man wielding two hatchets, slight pov switches but it's still in second person, idk what else to put

warning: violence, gore (more like imagery is gore-y), MEAN TOBY, reader gets hurt, toby gets hurt, me not knowing how to write fight/tense scenes and the logistics that go with them, barely any talking cuz i think toby would be too embarrassed by his stutter

word count: 1.6k

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a.n: when i read final girl in the request, i pictured reader wearing those outfits that female japanese horror game protags wear (picture fatal frame). i’m gonna keep the end ambiguous for you because my freak brain wants it all to work out perfectly for them, but the other part of my brain wants to keep it realistic cuz there’s no way in HELL i’d let someone forcing me to run live. if you want me to continue where i left off i’d be so glad to (and you can pick whichever type of “route” you want). ENJOY!!

The cool, night air gave you chills all over as your feet pounded against the soft forest floor under your feet. With every quick step you took, another short burst of breath escaped your lips. It felt like you were being pushed back by a sudden gust of wind, but the trees continued to look blurry in the corners in your eyes, and that was a good thing. You kept your pace – even if it felt like the breeze kept poking needles into the cuts on your skin.

You had decided to actually dress up today but stayed mindful enough for the fall weather. So, you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion. Maybe next time you decide you want to get attacked by some psycho swinging hatchets; you’ll be a little more fucking prepared. 

The whistling of said hatchet reminds you of why you were running. The sound of his weapon whirred by as it lodges itself deep into the bark of a tree. It’s already behind you as your mind yelled at your body to keep up. His other hatchet thwacks into a tree too close to your head and you scream involuntarily. You stumble to a stop stupidly, stabilize yourself, and drag your body to pivot and sprint to the right.

You weren’t sure how long you could keep going. But - as much as your lungs burned - that buzz that came from fighting for your life nagged at you like a bitch. You don’t care how much your body hurts because you will deal with the consequences later.

You’re not going to let yourself die.

Toby grunted as frustration and anger seethed in his veins. Wrapping his hands around the handle of his hatchet, he kept his eyes trained on you as he struggled to pull the thing free. He’d all but forgotten that the other one was a few feet away. He wasn’t normally fond of losing his favorite toys. He wouldn’t lose you either.

You were a stupid, stupid girl, after all.

His head violently twitched to the side compulsorily when he finally dislodged his weapon. A few wood chips flew out and landed on the muddy leaves below. He stood there, taking and letting out deep breaths.

He thinks about what might be going through your mind as you keep running. Maybe about how you were gonna get out of here, call the pigs, and have some nurse tend to the wounds he gave you. He smiled and tightened his grip on his hatchet as he fantasized about your naïve hope. He knew these woods like the back of his hand.

You wouldn’t make it out of here in one piece.

You slow down as the structure of a house comes into view. It fits the eerie atmosphere perfectly – chipping paint, broken windows. You’re not here to admire the neglected building, though, and you stomp up the small steps. The door lets out a low groan as you practically shove it open using your shoulder.

Slamming it behind you, your head whips around for the exit or some type of weapon. In the distance, you can hear the shrill whistle of the man outside, an involuntary thing, you’ve noticed. Just how long have you been fighting this freak? Enough to learn his quirks, that’s for sure. 

Delving deeper into the house with hurried steps, you look around for a kitchen. Find a weapon, find a weapon, you repeat to yourself, the sound of your quick gasps filling your ears. You catch yourself on the doorway when you almost rush past it.  

You barely stepped foot into the room before crying out when you felt something make impact with your back. The dull, heavy pressure sends painful shockwaves through you. Having the wind knocked out of you, the muscles in your back spasm and you buckle forward. He shoves you, and you wheeze as the edge of the rusted stove in front of you digs painfully into your stomach.

Your eyes immediately land on a cast iron skillet, and you think you have less than three seconds. You smash the pan against the side of his head, your grunt and the metal clang the only sounds in the room. You were confused as to why he wasn’t yelling out in pain. But your arms jerked upward, the heavy iron bludgeoning into his chin and he stumbles back.

Toby can hear the ringing in his ears with each blow to his head, his world spinning for far too long than he would’ve liked. He snarls and grabs your arm, throwing you in the direction of a wall hard - causing you to drop your makeshift weapon.

He looks at you, at how your legs shake as you try to steady the world around you. Look at you - you looked like a fawn. With your wide eyes and trembling form. Guess he’ll be your coyote, right? He’d sink his teeth into the side of your neck and stain his maw with your crimson flood. You were just pretty enough that he couldn’t wait to watch your eyes roll back when he greedily kept the air from inflating your lungs.

No, but you weren’t a fawn, were you? He’d seen more fight in you than any of the losers he was tasked to kill. They sobbed – they fucking begged on their hands and knees – to keep him from tearing them limb by limb. You were stronger than he thought you’d be, but you weren’t as agile as he was, he thought.

His face stretched as another wide, sinister grin spread across his face. His gloved hand tightened around the hatchet’s handle. He could hear the leather creak if he focused on anything other than your breathing.

You duck and stumble out of the way as you hear the spitting of wood above your head. He yells out a loud “fuck!” and attempts to yank the weapon free. You run out of the room and almost collide with another wall. You pivot on your heel because there was no way you’d run away from the front--

Gasping, you caught your balance before you could fall through the gaping hole on the floor. No time to jump, you told yourself, and you spun once again. Sprinting down the hall, you were met with the door to a room rather than any kind of exit.

You’d remember to set this house on fire when you made it out alive.

The room stunk of decaying carcasses and a thick powdery smell – the former outperforming the latter. You make your way to a second door and find yourself in a bathroom. You think there’s nothing here heavy enough to hurt him until your eyes land on a towel rod that hung loosely from the wall.

With a determined tug it comes out and you know he heard it. You can tell by the way you hear his heavy boots scramble in the direction of the room. You take a deep gulp of air and press your back against the wall next to the door.

The air was heavy with tension as the door creaked open. His shadowy figure stretched on the floor, and he walked right in. Would he turn around? Would he sense where you were before it was too late?

While he twisted around, you slam the rod into the side of his head. He’s disoriented for a moment, his head rolling to the side. Before he could react, you lifted your right leg, and the bottom of your shoe made contact with his stomach – sending him hurtling back.

Toby lets out a groan as he loses his balance and falls into a tub. His limbs sprawl out, legs and arms dangling from the sides. He attempts to move when a raw, guttural scream that causes his chest to tighten makes him stop. His eyes dilate as he stares at you wildly. Something about your scream has shaken him to his core. His head was still dizzy and a little numb from the force of your hit. And yet he couldn’t help but admire your resilience. He should be livid – breaking all your fingers and pulling your pretty little teeth out of your mouth one by one.

The man’s tics overtook him, his eyelids squeezed shut with a sudden intensity. He opens them again, and you’re still rooted in the same spot – breathing heavily. He’d never seen a girl look as hot as you did right now. He didn’t think that was even possible in your state. Your clothes, hair, and face were caked in mud and blood from your gashes. A girl like you should’ve been screaming in pain and crying for her mommy. But you stared at him with a burning defiance that caused his heart to pound violently against his chest.

His hatchet lay at your feet, and he realized that you had gotten him. You won. He could try attacking you again – he was bigger than you – but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He can’t fight back anymore; he just stares in what he can only assume is awe. Years of taking lives and witnessing more gore than anyone ever should, could not have prepared him for this moment. You didn’t stop – you just couldn’t. It was… admirable. Beautiful, even, if he was a more sentimental person.

You piqued his curiosity like nobody had ever done before. He wanted to know what made you tick. He wanted to study every movement, sound, and judgement you’d ever make. You could break all the bones in his body, and he’d come running back to watch you do it again when the Operator put him together again.

You astonished him.

So, what’ll you do now?

[tallykale]

episode 19

as you can probably tell, i've thought a lot about what post-canon one would look like in my vision... i've said before that i have issues with straightforward fix-its, and i do genuinely love the tragic open-ended conclusion that the series has, but i... am not immune to playing with characters like dolls LOL

here's some writeups about where everyone is at mentally in these pictures. please please please PLEEEASE feel free to ask me more about this cuz i love talking about my beautiful mind palace

charlotte: somehow the most optimistic person in here, mostly out of necessity. when she died, she saw parker leading her out of a cave as her waiting room and was about to take his hand when airy respawned her, so she has a brief moment of bonding with bryce when he talks about the waiting room and seeing stella. with the knowledge that there is potentially a way to get out (bryce and liam being the proof) and the fear of rotting away again she is by far the most actively motivated to help liam figure out the computer. a lot of her days are spent talking to liam over the mic and writing out the code in the dirt so she can try to understand it. she still has to push against her natural misanthropy (and often shouts at liam or bryce for being fucking stupid and useless) but both working on the code and helping amelia give her something concrete to focus on outside herself. she wants to get home so she can make amends with her friends. charlotte is scared of dying! she's really genuinely horribly scared of dying and has awful vivid nightmares about rotting away. she often pushes amelia into talking about her life which causes some tension, but it's because she really hates seeing amelia lose herself like that - a metaphorical rotting away of the self.

subway seat & atom: not on the same level of pure existential depression as the batch 1 contestants, but they both feel the hopeless mood pretty harshly regardless. subway feels very lonely as the only hidden object still 'awake', and likes to carry whippy creamy around rather than just leave him sitting on the ground constantly. tray is too big and unwieldy for him to do that with, but he 'hangs out' with her anyway, talking to her and whippy creamy in the hopes that it'll get them to want to wake up again. atom doesn't talk much, but he still carries his piece of grass. he's definitely the person who's the least affected by the prospect of being stuck on the plane forever, since he… doesn't really perceive existence in the same way as everyone else? he's an atom. but his time in the competition definitely made him view everyone else as friends, and he feels even more powerless than usual in the face of this incomprehensibly difficult problem.

amelia: falls into total hopelessness when bryce rejoins, basically seeing it as the final sign that they're never going home. still calls everyone their competition names (she actually gets into a big fight with bryce about it lol). she gets really clingy and dependent on bryce when he first comes back but it crashes and burns pretty quickly when, during an argument, bryce tells her how much he wishes he could just go back and never have let liam in and forgot about everything… which really sucks for amelia to hear, given that she's part of that everything. after that, with bryce isolating himself, she's kind of reliant on charlotte to keep her going. she blames liam for airy dying and secretly kind of thinks he killed him but just isn't telling them… she also doesn't really believe there's any way of getting out and is just kind of waiting around to die of, like, old age i guess. after how long she's been here, amelia is convinced that she has nothing to even go back to and frequently forgets details about her life. regularly cries and hates being alone. the shift markings on the side of the water tub have changed from being a way to keep track of time and stay sane to a horrible reminder of how long they've been here and how much longer of an eternity they have before them.

bryce: hates himself and liam and airy and the plane and his entire stupid fucking life. bryce is really, really fucking pissed off at liam for losing the notes and letting texty die and every other mistake he's made, and isn't shy about telling him that. as well as being angry, he's also incredibly miserable, because he was finally starting to turn his life around (he quit drinking after the plane) and now it's all for nothing - and even worse, those 7 months he spent getting better were 7 months he did nothing to help the rest of them, especially amelia. he's horribly guilty about that, and that he didn't tell amelia about the fake votes before he was eliminated… but finds it easier to just let liam take the heat for that one at first. after he fights with amelia about it he becomes a bit of a hermit, hanging out by himself next to the plug, and never responds when liam tries to talk. contemplates suicide regularly but pretty much the only option is drowning himself, and the idea of that still scares him more than staying like this forever. would kill for a beer.

liam: tortured by horrible guilt every day over a million different things. these include getting bryce pulled back into this (plus delayed guilt over getting him for real killed), letting texty die and not saying anything about the charger, not telling amelia that everything was fake, knowing that charlotte is going to die if he doesn't get really smart really fast… he's frequently gripped by fits of rage where he almost smashes the computer and has to hobble around outside with the axe for a while to blow off steam. he has really bad nightmares and dissociative episodes, made worse by the isolation and spending hours in a dark cave. liam really wants to fix things with everyone but genuinely has no idea how to start that conversation. he assumes airy killed himself (and views it as an unforgiveably cowardly move) and directs a lot of resentment towards him. he has a lot of things he wants to say, especially to bryce, but the fact that he cant talk to anybody one on one makes things difficult. spends a lot of time just reading through the code, too afraid to actually make any changes in case everyone explodes, but talking it through with charlotte at least makes him feel like he's doing something. more than he would like to admit, liam catches himself staring at the plane as if it's a simulation or a livestream.

[lehguru]

Would you mind making a JJK version of older users insecure about others judging their relationship with a younger partner? 🙏🏽

THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + JUJUTSU KAISEN

jujutsu kaisen men feeling insecure about having a younger partner ft. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento

info + tw: tbh this theme for one piece was my nightmare, i cant write anything for shanks cuz i feel exactly like that one meme from Akira lol. tw age gap (reader is significantly younger than them, but over 20) so mdni pls — ko-fi

gojo satoru didn't really care about anything others said when it came to your relationship. all that mattered to him was your opinion of the relationship; but, often, he would wonder why you chose to date him.

one day, while you both were chilling in your shared apartment, you noticed gojo looking at you a lot more than normal. he just stared at you, his cheek resting against his palm; his eyes still held the absolute adoration he have for you, but you could sense something was bothering him. putting your phone to the side, you snuggled against him, one of his arms coming to hug your shoulder. "are you okay, satoru? is something bothering you?" he nodded and sighed.

"you are gorgeous, you know that?" you rolled your eyes at his sappy behavior, but he continued. "'m serious! you can be with anyone you want. was just wonderin' why you are with a guy like me, when you could be with, i don't know, someone younger or something." you giggled and shook your head. before he could say anything, you murmured: "i've never met someone 'younger' that was hot and handsome like you. plus, you're rich." he gasped dramatically and you laughed loudly, "i love you, my old man." he smiled and hugged you tightly, his lips pressing a kiss on top of your head.

geto suguru, just like gojo, doesn't care at all about the age gap between you two. even if you two are at somewhat different moments of your life, he is glad to be the one you chose to be next to you through the good and the bad moments. whenever people give you two a glance that last too long or whisper about you, one cold look from him is enough to make them cower away.

one day, the comments ended up getting to you. you knocked on the door of his office and you heard a soft 'come in'. his soft smile dropped as soon as he saw your expression; "is everything okay?" he murmured, motioning for you to come closer. you sat on his lap, your head buried on his neck, and he hugged your waist. with his scent making you feel better, you murmured: "someone called me a gold digger today."

you heard geto click his tongue, his arms tightening around you. "they are simply idiots. pay them no mind, alright?" he pulled away enough to hold your chin and make you look into his purple eyes. "i adore you. i adore to pamper you. that should be enough. ignore them, angel." you pressed a kiss on his soft lips, making him chuckle. his words were always enough to calm you down and you had no idea how he does it, he just do.

nanami kento often thought about your age gap, but it wasn't exactly because of the age itself. he had a plan for his life; he was going to work and save enough money to hit his 50's and move to malaysia. that's it. but... now that you're in the picture, he doesn't know if that could happen.

he didn't want you to lose the best years of your youth with him. or lose those years at a secluded place with only him to spend the rest of your life with. he didn't want you to regret your love for him. "are you okay, kento?" you asked, hugging him from behind and placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. he nodded, his thoughts now floating away. "yes, love." he turned off the stove, the breakfast he was preparing for you made the kitchen smell divine.

"why are you up this early?" nanami turned around and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his palm resting on your cheek. "well..." he started to feel your face heat up under his touch. "i was looking at some plane tickets. to malaysia. i know, i know, they are expensive. i just thought it would be good to see where we will live, you know? maybe look at a place near the beach?" and just like that. all his worries melted away. he smiled, a soft and small smile that you adored with all your heart, and murmured. "it sounds good."

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[msbigredmachine]

New To This - Chapter 9

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with me! You all know who you are and I appreciate you all so much!

You can thank Teddy Swims' 'Lose Control' for helping me with this chapter.😈Enjoy!

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Delilah’s heels clicked rapidly in her haste to exit the hotel, berating herself all the way. This was a bad idea from the jump and she knew it. She knew that getting this close to Jey Uso would spiral into something else and make her cross a line she should never have crossed. She knew all along that this was going to happen, that she should never have entertained it to begin with.

So why did a part of her enjoy it? Why was her body screaming to go back to him? Why did she want more?

Her fingers touched her kiss-swollen lips. She could still taste him, still smell his cologne, feel his fingers on her, thick and insistent, on her pussy…

Fuck! She had to get out of here, now.

“Yo Dee, wait up!” she heard Josh call out to her just as she made it outside. Instantly, she began walking faster, but he was hot on her tail, easily catching up with her with his longer strides. “Delilah, stop!” 

His hand closed over her arm, spinning her around to face him. Incensed, she yanked away from him with force.

“Don’t touch me! Why are you following me, huh?” she yelled, watching him grind to a halt at the murderous look on her face. “You know what, Josh? Tell me this! How many girls have you done this to?” she demanded.

Josh’s brows furrowed with confusion. “What?”

“Oh, you dumb alluva sudden?” How many other women have you lured into your trap like this, huh? I don’t know what you thought this was, but I ain’t the one. At all! I didn’t come here so I could sleep with you!”

“And yet, you want to,” he smirked.

Something about his statement, about the haughtiness and confidence with which he uttered it, sent a shiver up her spine, and she pushed on before she could let it seep into her skin. “You are a fucking piece of work,” she fumed, getting in his face. “Look at you, standing there all sexy and perfect and charming like you own the fucking world. You celebrities think you can just use us mortals and throw us away like yesterday’s trash, like the rest of us don’t have feelings! Who do you think you are?”

“Delilah...” He started to speak again, but she cut him off, on a roll.

“One minute, you actin’ like we're best buddies and all," she flailed her arms as she began pacing angrily, her gaze focused on the floor. "The next minute, you tellin’ me that you wanna sleep with me and-and now you're touching me and kissing me! And knowing guys like you," she added sharply, "It’s all some fucked up mind game to you. You only doin’ all this shit cuz you wanna get your rocks off!"

Josh crossed his arms over his chest as she continued to pace back and forth. Though he knew he should be listening to what she was saying, he found himself more taken with the way her ass moved beneath the thin barrier of her tight bodysuit. His focus was drawn to the points of her taut nipples pushing through her form-fitting top, the rise and fall of her exposed cleavage as she vented. “Baby, can you calm down?” he finally spoke.

She stopped pacing, her eyes full of accusations when she met his stare again. Then, she reached in her purse and pulled out her phone. For a second, he thought she was listening to him. But then he saw her tapping frantically on the Lyft app for a ride back to her hotel. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“What’s it look like?” she snarled back.

“Baby girl, wait…” 

“Stop calling me that!” She looked away from her phone, exasperated, “Stop playing with my emotions, Josh! Stop making me want you! Stop making me think about you in ways that I shouldn’t! Just…stop!”

Josh's eyebrow raised, clearly intrigued by what she’d just said. “I ain’t makin’ you do nothin’, Delilah. You an adult, just like me.” 

“Oh really?” she glared at him, “So all the innuendos and looks you keep giving me are all just a figment of my imagination? I’m not a toy! I’m a fucking human being! I don’t need you messing-”

He kissed her again. Delilah stood frozen in shock for a moment, then instinct took over, and she shoved him away. He stumbled back a couple of steps but never took his eyes off her. They stood there, breathing hard. She’d been greatly affected by that kiss and he knew it. She should have walked away right now, gone back to her hotel and acted like the last five minutes never happened. But she saw no one but him. She could see her desire reflected in his dark irises. Her blood pounded in her ears. The only thing her mind was cognizant of was how much she wanted him to kiss her again. But she was a fighter and she was desperate to fight to the bitter end.

“Please,” Delilah whispered, hating the tears that had sprung to her eyes out of nowhere, “I love him…I love Andre…”

“I know you do,” said Josh, gently kissing away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks, his voice soft and compassionate as he wrapped her up in his arms. “But fuck, baby, you kiss so good. I need more. I need you.” His forehead rested against hers. The intimacy of the moment, the near-desperation of his tone sent chills down her spine. “I can’t get you outta my head. I think about you all the time. Baby girl, please…” 

One more time, his mouth found hers. This time, the resistance in her withered away, and she leaned into him, returning his kiss with a ferocity she never realized she possessed. Her hands gripped his shoulders before linking behind his neck. He held her tight as his tongue slipped between her lips, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her. He tasted so good, so much better than she ever imagined. It felt so natural, so familiar, the way his lips gave her top and bottom ones equal attention, the way her tongue navigated his mouth. They stood in the middle of the parking lot, making out heavily, clinging to one another like the lost, lonely souls neither of them deserved to become.

The door to his hotel suite slammed shut when he pushed her up against it, his mouth on hers in an even more intense kiss. Delilah held his face in her hands, tilting her head to kiss him better. Adrenaline and alcohol rushed through her, encouraged her. She moaned softly when he began to grind against her, making her feel how aroused he was. His hands skimmed the well-defined curves of her body, gliding slowly over her breasts and down her sides, to her waist and hips before sneaking behind to squeeze her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. She’d never been frisked so erotically in her life. This man knew exactly how to make her respond, and she was powerless to stop him.

It felt like a blur as their clothes melted away one by one. Then she seemed to soar through the air, landing softly on her back in the middle of the soft queen bed with him standing over her. She glanced down and fought her jaw from dropping at the sight of the heat he was packing. In turn, he was looking her over, his eyes dancing appreciatively down her frame, and she blushed when he mouthed “wow”. The lust swimming in his eyes spiked her pulse, quickened her breath. Lowering his head, he trailed kisses from her mouth to her chin, over her neck and down to her breasts, taking one nipple between his lips. She gasped as the flick of his hot, wet tongue shot shivers up her spine. She buried her fingers in his hair, arching her back as he licked and sucked and nibbled. His large hand massaged her other breast, keeping it there as his lips made a path down her stomach, heating up her skin and leaving her gasping for more. Of their own volition, her hands found their way to his shoulders, unable to resist the lure of his touch.

“Josh…”

The sound of his name leaving her lips did something to him. With an ominous grin, he spread her legs wide and dipped his head swiftly between them. His mouth found the warm wetness there and probed, invaded, caressed. Delilah cried out, writhing in his grip, her nails scraping the back of his head. Breathless, she struggled for control, squeezing her eyes shut as pleasure swept over her. But Josh was on a mission, slurping and sucking her at the same time, doing everything to get her sweet taste in his mouth.

“Oooh, Josh…oh my god, that feels so good…” The smacks of his lips and the wetness of his tongue slobbering all over her was driving her insane,  the sensations making her clit ache in the best way. “Oh, fuck I’m about to come,” she groaned.

It was all music to his ears. Pushing her thighs further back, he dug deeper, speeding up his tongue, slowing down his lips, not stopping until she couldn't do anything but scream for him. He looked up to see her eyes rolled back, felt his hair in her fist, her nipples peaked as she reached her own peak. 

“Fuuuuuck!” Delilah’s body hitched off the bed, spasming almost violently. Josh held her trembling legs still and caught every drop of her essence with swipes of his tongue. He chuckled when she pushed his head away and lay slack on the bed, a dazed look on her pretty face. A satisfied smirk curled his lips as he licked up her sticky sweetness. She was hands down the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“You taste amazing, baby, just like I thought,” he complimented her, gently parting her thighs again. He positioned his body between her legs which quickly wrapped around his waist in anticipation. They met each other’s gaze one more time. They both knew the already thin barrier between them was finally torn down. There was no going back.

He lightly nibbled on her bottom lip, dragging his tongue along hers to make her taste herself. She gripped his shoulders tightly, returning his kisses like a starved woman, soft breaths of need escaping them both. Between them, he gripped his dick, teasingly rubbing the head from her clit to her entrance and groaning at just how soaked she was for him. He rolled his hips, biting his lip as he slowly began to push inside of her. They both groaned at the sensations that surged through them. At first, he started to move at a slow pace, but then increased his rhythm. Searching desperately for leverage, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, gasping as each flex of his body drove his incredibly thick cock deeper into her until she felt him near the pit of her stomach. 

“Fuck, wait…Stop, you’re too deep,” Delilah pushed at him, forcing him to halt his movements.

“I ain’t even that deep, hol’ on,” he laughed.

“Oh my god,” she moaned.

“Nah, take it baby. Relax. I need you to get used to me,” he instructed, caressing her face as he looked into her eyes. “Relax, baby, come on.”

Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax, biting hard on her lip as he rocked his hips again, slower, getting deeper with each thrust. His satisfied smile for some reason had her beaming with pride.

“There ya go. Fuuuck, Delilah, you so wet. Been waitin’ on this for so long.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and then bent to kiss her lips, nipping and licking her bottom lip with delicious swirls of his tongue earning another groan from her. 

“Shit,” she moaned along with him, his husky grunts filling her ears as he drove himself into her. Lifting his upper body, he braced his arms on either side of her and worked his hips, pushing his dick as deep inside her as possible. Skin slapped audibly against skin. She clung to him, doing everything she could not to scream from his relentless pace. The sweet sensations stirring within her caused her to throw her head back with a loud moan. At that moment, if you asked her what her name was, she couldn’t tell you.

Josh dipped back down, bringing them chest to chest again. His kisses were so sensual and tender that her head spun, intensifying the building heat inside her. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he cradled her head as he covered the side of her throat with more kisses, “Wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.”

She was so close to her release. Her insides were on fire, the muscles within her squeezing tightly around him. They held onto each other tightly, eyes locked, foreheads touching, neither of them saying another word, their moans and heavy breathing doing the talking for them as their bodies danced together on the bed. Delilah cried out as she came hard, every part of her burning with the intensity of it. On top of her, Josh moved faster, groaned louder, sweat glazing his forehead from exertion.

“Gimme another one, baby. I know you can,” he murmured, growling as he felt her clench and ripple around him once again. Staring her down, he continued to fuck her hard through her orgasm, freezing as his body detonated, milked thoroughly of his seed by her warm, weeping pussy. “Unnh, fuuuck, baby, damn,” he panted, his mouth covering hers as he finally slowed, feeling the shudders of her body subside against his own.

Delilah moaned softly as he slipped out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She rolled over and stared at him before reaching for him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and kissing her neck over and over. It was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep.

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With a moan and a drawn-out stretch, Delilah licked her sleep-dried lips. The tingling in her belly was a foreign concept first thing in the morning and it was growing stronger and hotter. Struggling to sit up, she found herself fully awake by the sight that greeted her.

Josh's arms were wrapped around her thighs, holding her legs apart as he licked gently at her warm folds. “Mornin’ baby girl,” he murmured.

She needed to stop him but it felt too good. The past eight hours in which he had woken her several times to lavish all his attention of her had felt so damn good. "Joshhh," she gasped, gripping the pillows beside her head.

"That's it, baby. Call out my name," he coaxed her, his voice smooth as silk against her pussy. “I gotchu. Such a sweet, sweet girl.”

He increased the speed of his tongue, flicking furiously at her swollen bud until her legs began to shake. He used his strong hands to pry her thighs further apart, laying havoc to her most intimate place until she tossed her head back against the pillows with a long, pitiful groan as she came. He delivered small kisses to the inside of her thigh before finally letting her go with a smack of her ass as she flopped onto her side trying to catch her breath. It was only when the tremors had subsided minutes later that she managed to speak. "Jesus, you’re dangerous," she said, smiling in spite of herself when he shrugged, unabashedly lounging naked beside her.

"Danger is good sometimes, uce," he preached, licking his lips as he let one big paw trail slowly along her thigh. “So, be honest...how many times did I make you come?”

"Including just now?" she moaned as she tried to wiggle her toes, "I think that was number six."

Smiling triumphantly, Josh's fingers danced closer between her legs. “Best part is I’m just gettin' warmed up, baby,” he teased, laughing when she pushed away blushing profusely. “You so innocent. I like it.”

Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feel of his warm mouth on her neck, her pussy clenching when he moaned softly against her skin. "Josh," she sighed, trying to pull away when he captured her earlobe between his teeth, an action that he seemed to enjoy more with each passing moment. "What are we doing?"

A deep growl rumbled from his chest as Josh steered her chin and captured her lips in another heated kiss. "Whatchu mean, baby?"

With all of her strength, Delilah pushed him away, forcing them both to concentrate on her question. "I mean this. Us," she gestured between them. "What is this? What was last night about?"

"Just two consenting adults having fun." His reply rolled easily off his tongue, "That’s it. It don’t gotta have a name."

All night, Delilah had convinced herself that giving in to her urges was necessary. She could vividly recall his breathy pleas to be with her, and she'd truly believed that having sex with him would give her the closure she thought she wanted. Now that it had happened, she couldn’t tell if it had done the trick. "I have to get ready," she voiced out loud, rolling away from him. "I’m meeting with the coaches at eight and I need to be there early," she informed him, acutely aware that she would be returning to the recruits’ dorm in the same outfit from last night and was keen to avoid any nosiness.

Josh waited until she had reached the end of the bed before snaking an arm out and scooping her back into his arms. “It’s only six-thirty, there’s time," he said.

"Time for what exactly?" she asked, getting her answer with a searing kiss that made her toes curl. It was clear that Josh had no regrets about what had happened between them, and Delilah strongly, truly wanted to feel the opposite. She wanted to tell him to stop this time, that they had already gone too far.

But given the way he’d dicked her down last night, and the way he was currently sliding said dick back inside her, she wasn't quite sure she could bring herself to tell him anything except to fuck her just as good again.

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[biscuitboba]

Not to be crazy about luffy (and zoro) again, but i actually can't stop thinking about luffy and the way he values the people that he holds dear? I think that the more luffy loves someone, the greater the support and respect he will give to the person's ambition.

Remember how a person's dream or ambition is a very integral part of one piece? Thinking about how luffy is probably the person who respects zoro's dream the most (and ofc vice versa cuz THRILLER BARK!) And i just can't-

With luffy we all know that he doesn't really mind dying if it means he's in the process of fighting for his dream, so with the whole zoro vs mihawk fight, luffy of course can only support (from afar) and watch his first mate fight the fearsome warlord.

No matter how much he worries for zoro's life, he just can't get in the way of zoro's dream. He knows that better than anyone not to get in the way of someone else's dream. And their deal (back in shells town) only strengthens luffy's resolve to let zoro face mihawk and not get in his way.

Luffy's concern for zoro is very palpable, but despite this, he stops johnny and yosaku from interfering, making sure that no one gets in the way of zoro's fight. That just proves how much luffy respects his first mate's dream. Like you can see that he is cleary frustrated, clenching his jaw, he is doing everything in his power not to approach his first mate and interfere. But after mihawk slashed his first mate, luffy literally lost it, and well... we all know the rest (he had to intervene)

Im sorry but god, zoro vows to never lose again, him pointing at the sky with his sword as he shouts his words... and of course the iconic moment where for the first time someone calls luffy by his future title, im not normal about it

Also mihawk acknowledging luffy and zoro's compatibility right away will always gets me, cuz honestly dracule mihawk, how???

Real talk, but what i love about zoro and luffy's relationship is how they acknowledge each other's strength. They always say things like "he is strong, he got this", "there's no way he is going to lose", "he will be fine", "it's him, no need to worry", et cetera... Like they have so much trust in each other's strength, that oftentimes they don't even feel the need to worry about the other person, because they are confident with each other's abilities.

But on the other side, sometimes (by sometimes i actually mean quite a lot) they can't help but to feel worried for each other. Especially when the other person gets hurt or attacked right in front of one of them. The worry intensifies when one of them faces a tough opponent or acts rather recklessly. And i think about that a lot.

Ok so, returning to the discussion in my first paragraph, about how luffy will always respect the ambition/dream of his loved ones. Especially if the person is strong, he will really respect that person's strength. A very clear example for this one is after leaving thriller bark and finding out something is wrong with ace's vivre card. The crew asks luffy about whether he wants to go after his brother or not, luffy replies:

Like we all know about how much luffy likes to brag about his brother's strength and also how much he loves ace. But exactly because of that.. luffy chose not to go after his brother at that time.

Now, not to make everything about zolu (who am i kidding? I actually will always make everything about zolu), but thinking about the way luffy put his trust in zoro to fight for his own dream in baratie, and the way luffy feels confident enough to fall asleep for a minute during the fight with big mama and kaido... because he trusts that his powerful first mate will be able to take care of himself, but more importantly, luffy trusts his first mate to keep him safe from danger. In this not essay i will-

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt2

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics. 🙄

They transition from Louis telling Claudia "It's you and me," to BB!Dan being "disrespectful"--yelling at Louis wanting him to make him a vamp, like we heard in S01E01.

And they immediately cut to the clip we've seen before of Louis crying & being dragged off by some old dude (if that's a vampire I feel bad for him, LOL). This might be Claudia/Madeleine's execution, rather than the Trial itself, cuz Louis was wearing a different outfit. (And Claudia's wearing the YELLOW DRESS! Imma be sick! 😭)

So I wonder when the "best outfit" Jam Reiderson said Claudia wears is gonna take place--which I'm assuming is the red Flamenco dress from the posters.

It is SO incredible that we're actually gonna see The Trial, and LESTAT BEING THERE, and seeing Madeleine & Armand & Santiago.

It's interesting that they cut from Armand saying it wasn't SanFran where he failed Louis but Paris, and jump to hallucination!Lestat mocking Armand, yelling "HA!" Is Louis' outfit the same as the one where the old dude dragged him out crying? It kinda looks the same. So is Louis imagining Lestat being FURIOUS with Armand for what's about to happen to Claudia? I wonder why Les is in THAT suit, cuz it looks like the same one he wore in S1E03 the night he kicked Jelly Roll Morton out of town & ragged on Louis about not wanting to kill humans.

Good lord, here we go. #GoneTooSoonMadeleine. U_U And I LIKE THE IMAGERY of the joint/shared transformation, nodding to Claudia desperately wanting Louis to be her (blood) spouse, as they make Madeleine together.

Jfc Louis really did almost kill BB!Daniel. O_O He shattered all that plaster--that's brain damage for sure--no wonder he can't remember the interview, LOL. (I still think Armand used the Mind Gift to make him forget everything.)

A lot of paintings and canvases--art heist Armand?! Are we finally gonna see how he made all that money, going around stealing priceless treasures!? (You can see Armand's feet floating, LOL.) Or is the inside of that chateau his coven raided, "we own dominion!"?

Daniel asking Louis: "YOU BUY THAT?"

AMC thinks they're FUNNY! Cuz they cut right from Armand stealing art he didn't BUY, to lovebomber!Lestat laughing in the townhouse and Louis yelling in what looks like a train station? So he's freaking TF out in public (just like Paul).

Ooooo--then they have Lelio!WolfKiller!Lestat about to attack someone (Magnus? Nope, I double-checked it's Armand cuz ofc it is), looking like the freaking BEAST in his red cape--

--right before we get Lestat's POV of Louis and him fighting in Ep5.

Cuz yeah, Lestat had snapped, and was beating Louis like he was a DOG, like he wasn't even seeing a PERSON, let alone someone he was supposed to be protecting from vampires/monsters LIKE HIM--and OMFG Louis was in blue just like Belle was during the wolf attack--I hate this show.

And they immediately jump from Louis getting beat by Lestat to what I assume is Louis getting jumped by the Theatre--trapped in the coffin they were gonna bury him alive in.

What on earth is Claudia throwing? I swear I think these are bombed/blown-up body parts--pieces of someone's life gone cuz of the WAR. (And immediately cut to Loustat fighting.)

"Who are you, Louis? If there was no ME, if there was no HIM." So yes, the fan theory that Louis WANTS those pieces gone are correct. Or rather--Louis THOUGHT that having those pieces removed would help him. He thought he could recover the lost parts of himself if he wiped his mind of the painful memories. But something must've triggered him--likely finding Claudia's diaries after the 1970s--we are SOOOOO deep in Merrick territory. Cuz Louis wants those memories BACK now--with a vengeance.

*squints* Are they really GOING THERE with Lesmand!? O_O That's not Nickistat, right? Cuz the very next clip is Armand--using telekinesis on Louis (or Daniel?) WTF?!

And then we see the familiar clip of Armand using the Fire Gift when he first meets Louis. Just paralleling how much Armand openly flaunts his many gifts in front of Louis, while Lestat tried to hide everything he could do to not scare Louis away--until Ep5 ofc.

Doomed "happy" "family." YELLOW DRESS ALERT ☝️. The calm b4 ish hits the fan. They immediately cut to Claudia being "welcomed" by the Theatre and Santiago zooming thru the tunnel--

--DEATH to all of them! "F**k these vampires"--Claudia never lied!

Louis, you are just too dang pretty--GTFO off my dang screen. 😍

Another YELLOW dress--these images are cursed.

Loustat reunion at the Trial, if that's the same outfit Lestat wore here.

Give him hell, Armand! 😈 He wanted to be the Devil's Minion so bad--here you go! Look at all that glass shattering around him; no wonder Daniel's scared for his life, LOL! (If this is actually Louis throwing a fit I will DIE.)

Louis finna GO OFF on this BUFFOON! So THAT'S why Armand was mad! XD Louis (or Claudia?) was about to rip Santiago's whole jaw off! XDDDD

The sound of Louis just crying has me in a STATE. AMC is doing something SO freaking different from the film & the books. Louis is actively trying to make sense of things, as we see this poor man just suffering with PTSD and mental illness; with no one to HELP him but some crotchety old man who borderline hates him, and an old AF vampire who'd loves him so much that he'd rather have Louis forget everything cuz ignorance is bliss. 😩

Louis WANTS to remember everything. Armand does NOT want the interview. And Daniel is scared.

Holy freaking goodness, what an incredible trailer. 👏 May 12th can't get here fast enough!

[vanitythevantropist]

THIS IS AN APPRECIATION POST!! Featuring some of my followers and a few dudes I think are cool😌

@mydoodlearts/@thedesignfox (AKA my Irl bff); Pretty self explanatory, I love you💞 My art wouldn’t be what it is today without you! All your OCs are interesting and well rounded and your art is GORGEOUS!!!

@clown-sip My newest friend and my first online pal, fun fact👀 Your blog and characters are super cool and interesting and I love all of them! Also, talking with you is fun✨ Keep up the good work and make sure to take breaks!

@ask-smolder34 I’ve seen you a lot around here and I appreciate your support greatly! Every time I see you reblog and like something at the same time, it makes me feel happy an supported :> Also, your blog in general is fun and I like it!

@ask-coppertop We’ve had a few interactions but I’ve liked them a lot! Your enthusiasm and interest is dope as hell and your blog is fun! (To the mod themselves, the design is beautiful and unique and I love it!!)

@askbananapie I appreciate your general existence, honestly👀 Idk, I like your quest, and I appreciate the banan🍌

@spookys1fan You were the first person to actually PM me about enjoying my art and it was honestly one of the biggest confidence boosts Ive ever gotten in my life

@fish-popsicle Don’t think I forgot about you👀 You’re one of the little fellas who hang around here and I enjoy seeing your name pop up! (Yes, I do notice repeat demons and gouls and I appreciate all of them :3) Also, your art is pretty as hell!!

@pencileyed-crow Just like Fish (above), I’ve seen you around here a lot and I enjoy seeing you! You were one of my earlier followers and have done a lot for my confidence! I like going through your blog when your posts pop up cuz they’re fun✨

@imtheflu Thought you were insignificant? THINK AGAIN! Seriously, I see you around occasionally and, like some of the other demons around, I recognise you and am happy to see you whenever you pop up in my notifications :3 Also, your art is AMAZING and you’re a huge inspiration!! Every time I see a piece of yours, I lose my mind

@semolinaart I love you and your art, seriously!!! It’s all so beautiful and realistic and pleasant to look at and it’s insanity😭 You kinda just showed up one day and I’ve remembered you ever since

To everyone following me that I may have missed; I apologise, my memory bad💀 Just know that I luv you and I appreciate you!!

So! Why am I doing this? Weeellll, Tumblr’s been insanely good for my mental health and confidence lately which is all thanks to you guys!!

As a little thank you, I wanted to draw attention to some of the people I like in hopes they’ll get a lil confidence boost, too🥰

Flail on, demons and ghouls❤️

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: A Hero's Welcome is Waiting for Me

dialogue #1: “You mean a lot to me and I didn’t want to sit there and watch you get hurt.”

Idia x fem!reader

note: ch.6 spoilers!

Read on AO3

The moment you spot those beautiful blue flames, your eyes light up. Their absence isn't new knowing that Idia dislikes leaving his room, but after what happened on the Island of Woe, you feared that you may never see him again.

It takes everything in you to not shout his name. The last thing you want to do is scare him off. This is such a lucky encounter that you can't lose your chance now.

As you make your approach, his eyes meet with yours. Those golden eyes go wide and he visibly shrinks, yet his hair makes it seem like he hadn't with how it flickers. His gaze darts from yours to anything else, probably looking for an escape.

Did he not want to see you again? The thought hurt, but you wouldn't let it show.

"Hey, Idia!" You chirp. Despite the slight pain in your chest that he caused, he manages to heal it in an instant without doing a single thing. "Welcome back."

"H-Hey..." He mumbles out. "It's not like I wanted to be back...I'm only here cuz I have to be otherwise I'd be, you know...not here."

"I know. Are you heading back to your room? Mind if I come with you?"

Idia hesitates. A hand reaches for a stray strand of fire. He fiddles with the flame in between his fingers. The sight of flames being played with like nothing is fascinating. It makes you recall the few times you managed to touch the harmless flames without him knowing and longed to run your fingers through it.

"S-Sure...if you want. I won't stop you."

You flash him a smile and step to his side. There are so many things you want to ask him. If he's okay, if Ortho is okay, if things back home are okay. You want to ask about his games and if you can team up for the event coming up and if you could watch a new series together. It's just too much that you find yourself at a loss of what to say.

The trip to Ignihyde is silent, but neither of you mind. Although, you can't help but feel like something is off. Maybe it's the way he's avoiding your gaze, avoiding looking directly at you. He's a nervous guy, yes, but you thought that he was comfortable around you.

You'd manage to see that rare, fiery, passionate side that only ever comes up behind literal closed doors. His flames would flicker with life whenever it was just you two. His excitement was infectious and you mimicked his energy, hyping him up and holding your own with him. Yet, the fires seem so dull today.

"Ladies first," he says as he opens the door to his room. It lacks the usual teasing tone. With a silent thank you, you enter.

Nothing has changed here. His room was still a mess, miscellaneous pieces of technology scattered on the floor, blankets drooping from his bed and covering some of the mess. A fallen plush catches your eye, one of a pair that had separated. You reach to pick up the stuffed purple creature. Instead of returning it to its position, you keep it in your lap once you've taken your seat on his bed.

"So, what do you wana do?" You ask.

You wait for an answer that doesn't come. Idia still avoids looking at you. It makes you squeeze the plush against your chest.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"N-No!" He's quick to answer. Finally, his gaze settles on you, if only for a moment. It leaves as soon as your eyes meet. He grips onto his arm, squeezing it for support. The man bites down on his lips as he shuts his eyes.

"S-Sorry, I just...there's kind of a lot of things I should say, I think..."

You blink and tilt your head. Your heart races as a mixture of curiosity and fear settle into your soul. It's rare for either of you to share a serious conversation. It's almost unsettling to even think about it.

"What do you wana say?" You ask as you pat the bed. Idia glances over and takes the invitation. He sits beside you, careful to avoid your touch. His hands intertwine with each other, giving them a deathly squeeze. "We can talk later if you want...?"

Idia shakes his head. He's thankful you are patient and willing to give him an escape route. Part of him regrets not taking it.

"I promised Ortho I'd talk to you," he finally says. "I just wanted to know...why?" He glances at you and does his best not to stare. His flames help conceal his gaze, if only temporarily. "Why did you risk your life to fight a final boss? You know you're magicless, right? That makes you below under leveled for a fight. It's like fighting a god with a rat. It's beyond a noob mistake, especially in a game that you can't restart."

Oh. This is what he wanted to talk about. You didn't think that guilt might be eating at him for what he did. These events feel so common to you that you hardly register something like this happening. Then again, you were never close to those that Overblotted. Sure, you knew them beforehand but friendship never blossomed until afterwards.

It's different with Idia. You managed to strike up a friendship with the shut-in before getting swept up in that whole STYX mess. And you didn't expect him to end up in that state either.

Your heart aches just thinking about how that inky substance took a hold of him. You doubt there was anything you could have done to stop it from happening, but you like to think you could have. If you could have gotten him to open up more, to see the world, to help him-

No. Nothing would have changed.

You're a magicless being in a foreign world. You can't change his past nor any mistakes he makes. But you can make changes to the present.

It's hard to find the right words. You can tell him that you've done this before. Overblots are, unfortunately, nothing new to you. Although this one involved so much more than just one life. There were two. Then there was the fact the whole world was in danger.

Damn. It finally hits just how dangerous that situation had been. You really could have died then and there, consumed by a Phantom or worse. Your game would be over in an instant if you had to face him alone.

You take in a breath and release your death grip on the poor plush.

"I wanted to save you." You admit, voice barely above a whisper. "You mean a lot to me, Idia. I didn't want to just sit there and watch you get hurt."

It's almost funny to say that considering your side was the one doing the hurting. But he should know what you mean. He knows more about blot than you do, he's the one who let it consume him. And while you may not be an expert like him, you had experience in dealing with it. The euphoric power is only temporary and that can't keep the pain at bay forever.

"I don't have magic and I'm not the strongest person, but how could I just watch what happens? They told me it would be safer to wait in the room. I'd be protected there. It's obviously the smarter option, but it would mean leaving you alone. And...I wouldn't know what to do if I lost you."

While Idia stays silent, his hair speaks volumes. Those bold statements caught him off guard, his hair lighting up with an intense spark of pink. He can feel his heart pounding against his chest. Such sweet words were never meant for a character like him. Especially not after his villain arc!

He doesn't know how to deal with the fact that you truly cared for him, enough that you'd be willing to throw your life away for him despite your magicless disadvantage. How could you risk something so precious for someone so pathetic?! He doesn't get it. He never will.

"D-Do you mean all of that?" His voice comes out terribly shaky. "Y-You can't, can you? Like no one would ever care that much for someone like me. I bet you're just saying that to not let me feel guilty about-"

"Idia," you cut him off and he yelps. You look at him, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "If it meant being able to stay with you, I would dive into the underworld and drag you out of it."

Some type of squeal escapes from his lips. His hair turns into a mess, blue and pink swirling as he straightens and fidgets with his hands. That declaration has his mind beyond fried. It's a miracle that he hasn't fainted.

Your touch brings him back to reality, although not after sending a shock throughout his entire body. A delicate hand placed upon his is a blessing he doesn't deserve, especially coming from you.

Idia tries to process your feelings. Could any of it be true? You did come over of your free will and did so continuously. Whether it be for fun or schoolwork, you made his darkened school days a little brighter. It was hard to admit that he came to look forward to your visits and actually enjoyed your presence. And you made him do the one thing he never wanted to do.

Hope.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes. He really doesn't deserve someone like you.

"I-I almost k-killed you..." He breathes out before taking in a sharp breath. "H-How could you say that to me...?"

Your grip over his hand tightens. The sight of tears makes your chest ache, yet calls you to action. If words wouldn't work, then you would just have to show him. So, you move your body towards him, the plush that once sat on your lap returns to the floor. With your free hand, you raise it to his cheek to keep him still. You place your lips against his. They're cold and you catch the taste of that cheap ramen you two share. It's nothing romantic like you envisioned your first kiss to be. Honestly, you weren't sure how it would be, definitely nothing like this. But those worries are gone now. You enjoy the way your lips meet and the closeness of your bodies. You hope and pray that this is enough to get him to understand your feelings.

Parting is painful. You've already stolen his lips for longer than expected. Idia's face is painted red and his hair has gone full on pink. He seems frozen in place as if your kiss had done the final blow to his remaining HP.

When his system is back online, his body moves before he even realizes it. He's quick to embrace you and bury his face in the nook of your neck. He craves your touch more than he wants to admit. Like this, he can hide his blushing face and indulge a little.

"I don't deserve you..."

"You do. I think you do."

You carefully wrap your arms around him. You don't give him your death grip like you did with the plush, but you hold him against your body. You hear him sniffle and begin to rub his back. You know he needs his time to gather his thoughts and feelings. You don't mind waiting for him.

"If you ever need the reminder, I'll say it as many times as needed."

[pianocat939]

tw//suggested domestic abuse

May I request a yandere rise tmnt with a reader who's in a toxic/abusive relationship they're trying to get out of? Maybe they go to the yan for advice/help or the yan finds evidence of the abuse? Thank you and don't feel any pressure if this isn't something you're comfortable with!

(Have a Yan Leo edit cuz I felt bad not having a banner)

Ah another day of writing yan turtles reaction to MC having trauma-

Ok so I was originally going to do one with all of them and then I thought that would make more writing messy (especially on the time crunch I'm on) so I decided to do a small little piece with Mikey and Leo, since I think those two match well together in terms of yan traits (ngl they're opposites but in an odd way it works out).

Tw: mentions of toxic relationships, some perhaps uncomfortable touching (it's just clinging onto the arm and shoulder), read with caution please-

Indulgent Glorification

Mikey and Leo were playing games in the arcade, with the pair competing against each other on who would get the new high score yet. So far, Mikey was winning: to Leo's dismay. The arcade lights glowed onto their faces, making their expressions look more dramatic than it already is.

"Oh, Leo~! Guess who's about to take the new highscore~?" Mikey teased in a sing-song voice, not taking his eyes off the screen not once; not letting himself slip from losing the chance of having bragging rights. His hands gripped the controllers tightly, almost to the point if he put any more pressure, the contraption would surely break.

Leo huffed and his eyebrow muscles furrowed more, intent on claiming the win right before his younger sibling did. He smirked cockily, "Oh just wait little 'Angelo, I will beat you so hard you'll want to hide in your shell out of embarrassment!" He presses his fingers down on the buttons harsher, his fingertips burning from the pressure of his jamming.

Just then, a voice interrupts them from their gameplay, "Hey guys...Can I ask your opinion on something?" They stood at the entrance of the arcade area, their body language looking anxious, fearful even.

As soon as Mikey noticed their nervous form his face immediately contorted into a worried frown and he rushes up to them, putting a hand on their shoulder. "Are you ok? What happened?" The game he was playing with Leo was long forgotten, with his entire attention solely on the person who entered, Y/n. His entire mind was swirling with panic for his divinity.

"Wait hey-" Leo swore as he also lost the game, with both him and Mikey not being able to beat the high score. He then stood up and sauntered over to the other two, his face relaxed but holding a serious vibe. "What can me and my hermano help you with bab- I mean mi amigo?"

As the troubled person started to speak of their agonizing experiences with their significant other, the two brothers couldn't help but become more bitter and concerned with every word that flows into their minds. They wanted to take revenge on this disgusting bug, they wanted to murder them so brutally that they would wish they never even thought of speaking and doing such horrible actions.

"So, what do you think I should do with them?" They ask, their head tilted to the side slightly in hopes they would get an answer they could work with to get out of the torturous situation.

"Well, I think telling them your thoughts and feelings is one thing if you haven't already done that. Then proceed to state of you want to split because their behaviour is just something you can't deal with," Mikey replied in an honest statement, using his knowledge of emotional intelligence. He was going to make sure this process was as least painful as possible for his beloved divinity. He clung to their arm to provide them with some comfort, and also for his own self-indulgence.

"And what if they don't let you leave? Or threaten to do something if you do?" Their tone became more dreadful as they spoke, revealing their extreme uneasiness of the situation.

"Leave them. And if they try to do anything, we got your back." Following his words, Leo pats their back, occasionally stealing a little caress with his finger. His demeanour then changes, back to his cocky self, except in a darker atmosphere than his usual attitude. "Look, if you ever need help from them, you can always come to me. I'll always be here, always." His eyes widened slightly at his words, making his smile more maniacal.

Mikey tightens his grip on their arm, nodding to Leo's words. "Yeah, if you ever need something from us, we're always here to help you. It's my duty as your friend, your best friend." His tone slowly transformed into something stern, almost possessive-sounding if one were to listen carefully.

The two turtles were practically clinging onto them now, with an unhinged glint in their eyes.

And just like that, from a toxic relationship, they walk into a bloody, obsessed, friendship romance with the turtles.

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I cranked this out in an hour, so it isn't really polished, but I hope it suffices- (I forgot I had to do an assignment before tomorrow morning so I decided to do this real quick-)

- Celina

[goosewriting]

I've been meaning to request a scenario where Raph has to help a yokai reader escape the hidden city's cops after they stole an important jewel. This would be where the 29 blue prompt takes place (to specify Raph would be the one to say "you should not like to be wanted by the police!"). After the situation was resolved, the reader admits they stole the jewel cuz they wanted to ask him out with it and he accepts 🥹 could i also ask for the 28 blue prompt? (Reader: you won't regret it! Raph, playfully: already am)

Partners in crime (rottmnt Raph x reader)

prompt 29: “I like being wanted.” “You should NOT like being wanted by the police!” prompt 28: “You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

summary: Raph helps reader steal a jewel; turns out it was a gift for him.

relationship: Rise!Raph x GN reader

warnings: crimes being committed lol, fluff!

word count: 1.1k

A/N: sorry there isn’t really anything specifically making the reader a yokai; i didn’t find a good way to incorporate it :’v it can be still read as one! hope you like it^^

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Raph questioned all his life decisions as he was running down the Hidden City streets. He could hear the cops’ voices behind him, yelling at him to stop, and he remembered how he was already arrested once here (although it had been a misunderstanding, but still). He did not need this again. Next to him you ran as well, as fast as you could, trying to stabilise the weight of your loot in your backpack that swayed up and down with each step you took. 

You heard the voices behind you call out one more time as you cut a corner, Raph almost losing his footing at the tight turn. All of a sudden you’re pulled rather forcefully into a narrow and dark alley. Raph had essentially grabbed you mid-run and pulled you in there with him. You both tried to calm your panting, holding your breaths as you heard several steps getting closer. 

There was a large, partially torn piece of fabric that had probably been an awning at a better point in its life, and Raph quickly pulled it up to hide you from your pursuers. It did not cover as much as expected though, so he pressed you a little bit tighter against the wall behind you. Luckily you had had half the mind to slip off your backpack as you were pulled into the alley or your precious loot would be digging into your back right now. You looked up at Raph’s face, which was directed towards the street listening out for the passing cops, and that’s when you realised how close he was. His chest pressed into yours, the brick wall behind you stopping you from getting more distance between you and the turtle. 

You felt heat starting to rise to your cheeks, but you quickly pushed your feelings back down. This was not time for such thoughts. You were about to be in real trouble if you messed up now. So you decided to ignore the warmth radiating off him, as well as his pounding heart, which you could feel beat against your own. You assumed it was because of the earlier sprint. 

After a moment in silence, the cops having long gone in the wrong direction, Raph let out a deep sigh and separated himself from you, mumbling an apology for suddenly pulling you away like that. You were about to tell him it was no big deal, since he essentially saved you, but his eyes shot up to meet yours, his brows furrowed in worry (and maybe anger. Justified anger, really).

“What were you thinking?!” he asked, running his hands over his face with a groan. “When you asked me if I wanted to be ‘partners in crime’ with you, I thought you meant you’d tell me a secret or something, not that you’d actually commit a crime!”

I know he’s scolding me but why does he still look so cute?, you asked yourself. Unable to stop yourself, you decided to tease him.

“Tee hee~” was all you responded to his disgruntled question, with a playful wink and bringing your hand before your mouth.

“Don’t tee hee me!” Raph looked like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it for the moment. Instead he sighed again, gesturing to your backpack. “What is it anyways?”

It’s for you, but you can’t know that yet. You pulled your lips into a straight line and looked away from him.

“Oh, so you’re not gonna tell me?” 

At first you feared he’d be mad or insist, but then he actually chuckled with a shake of his head, visibly relaxing now for some reason. 

“Well, it better be worth being wanted people for” Raph said with a playful smile, and looked back towards the street to make sure you were safe to leave your hiding spot. 

“I like being wanted” you mused, and his eyes shot back to yours in mock exasperation. 

“You should not like being wanted by the police!”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh at that, and gestured towards the exit of the alley with your chin.

“C’mon, let’s get going.”

– – –

After making your way out of the Hidden City back to the turtle lair, you excused yourself and disappeared for the rest of the day. Before you left, Raph had asked you to at least tell him what it was he helped you steal, but you stood your ground and gave him only vague or joking answers. So he gave up.

He did not expect to see you again that evening, but there you were. You had changed clothes into something nicer, and were looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

When you got Raph alone, you told him you’d finally show him what you stole and handed him a little box. He took it delicately and opened it to reveal a necklace with a stone pendant. No, scratch that, it wasn’t a stone, it was a jewel. Picking it up from the box, he held the gem against the light, mesmerised by how the colours refracted through it.

As he was about to ask if all the trouble was worth it for a necklace, you pulled out a thin chain from under your own shirt, showcasing the pendant against your knuckles: it was the same jewel.

“I made matching necklaces for us” you confessed. The nervousness of the whole day, knowing this moment would eventually come, made your body tremble slightly in anticipation. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, and looked up to him with flushed cheeks. “Because I really like you. Will… will you be my boyfriend?”

Starting from his neck upwards, Raph’s face turned the colour of his bandana. He blinked a couple of times, trying to process what had just happened. Out of all the things you could have said, that was not what he was expecting. But it certainly was a very pleasant surprise, since he felt the same way!

“Yes!” he said, looking at you with soft eyes, but then he raised a warning eyebrow at you. “But you don’t have to steal anything to impress me.”

“You don’t like it?” you asked, unsure.

“No, I love it!” he responded and immediately slipped the necklace over his head. “But please, no more crimes?”

“Hmm” you tapped your chin as if you had to think about it. “I’ll try my best.” And with that you leaned forward and pecked his cheek.

“You won’t regret it!” you said with a grin.

“Already am” Raph said playfully and brought you in for a hug.

~~~~~

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[cali]

how do you know when a piece like your groudon is finally “done”, or done Enough?

i dont have an answer for this but maybe when i just type a lot i will find one.

for the groudon pic specifically i had a mental image in my head of what scene i wanted. when i started rendering the lava, i did it really detailed and decided i couldnt leave the rest of it simpler and then when the lava was all like that i had to crank everything else in the picture up too. and that made everything take so long that it was far beyond the boundaries of it being "not enough" . it was pleny enough!! so from hour 30-52 i was pretty eager to get it over with. just everything up to the point where its uniform in rendering. sometimes thats a bad sentiment to work on a pic with, but this time it was ok. i kind of like arduous menial tasks. it makes me more patient. so for that one it was done once everything was on par with my detail standard i set for myself halfway thru.

i think i used to have more trouble with this, deciding when its done... my pice now always either end when they reach what i had planned or when theyre the type of pic without a plan then when i get bored / lose the flow of it. actually prior to the groudon pic even some planned ones stopped at a flowloss point.

these two picy both have immaculate rendering on parts but then i lost it and finishdd the rest of the pic with less vigor. in tve green comet one its all the surroundings. i had other versions for that and kept reworking and reworking but i was so ouf of power i just used a slightly polisjed up sketch, kind of works for the pic though. the eel one i also lost power at the backhground, beyond the water. the mountains and clouds i think i coulda put more effort in. but its ok cuz its like 0% the focus of the picture, just sometjing that bothers me alone. hey both of these pics are about a serpent type thing coiling down to earth gently from the sky oops. back to the question um ya im looking at my images and all of them either end when they reach what i had in my head or when i loose flow. when i used to do lsd more my process was that the picture ends when i go to bed. i want to do that again soon it was fun. i drew for like 6 hours while kind of crazy then for the next 12 hours in warm afterglow i just clean and render everything so sweetly and then with a body as hard as a hundred bodies i sink into my bed and click post on it which codifies it as completed. also towards tve end of the picture is usually when im stressing about tiny details and i will message like 1-2 consistent people and 1-2 random people from my discord friendslist to ask about opinions about which tiny detail looks better for the whole pic. when im at that point i cant think straight no more so well no more so i kind of know its time to stop soon. but those final feedbacks always help. ok i guess thats an answer lol i made it very long i will put a readmore. hope u dont mind reading but i think if i sent someone an anon the longer the reply the happier i would be. probably. im in bed but im gonna get up again in a sec and play some balatroooo, 2 people bought a groudon print so far and i spent that money on balatro eep hihi thank u for the ask which i twisted into my babbleplateau

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

So you mentioned how you leave Hawke in the fade, do you ever bring Varric with on that quest? (Maybe I'm just a sucker for angst ((which I totally am cuz for my canon warden I have her date a soft Alistair who is pissed and dumbs her when she makes him king and then she makes the ultimate sacrifice and Alistair is devastated he never got to talk it out with her)) so I always take Varric and Cassandra with cuz I think it's nuts that the game doesn't have him react in the fade to leaving Hawke. So I picture a dramatic speech like fuck this Hawke let someone else be the hero for once, you deserve to live. And Cassandra is there seeing someone she put on a pedestal and saw as an unstoppable hero met their end.)

I've brought a few different combos into the fade but my favorite combo is definitely Varric/Cassandra/Solas; Varric because of Hawke, Cassandra because of Divine Justinia, and Solas for the fade itself.

I love and hate the fade quest for a number of reasons, but the part of me that revels in angst just adores it, it's such a heartbreaking part of Inquisition's story. I keep Alistair a Grey Warden, so it becomes a final choice of either making him stay behind, or my Hawke, Ed... it's a brutal choice that ends with Ed staying behind.

The meta reason for making this choice is I love Alistair too much. I want him and my warden to remain together until the end so I'd leave nearly anyone in the fade just to save him. And I don't want to make him king just to avoid the hard choice; he never wanted it, and Rose wasn't ever going to force it onto him.

But from a story-telling standpoint, Ed staying behind hurts so much because that's literally his fear; if he had his own fear engraved tombstone in the fade, it'd say something like "Abandonment" or "Being Left Behind." It's one of the reasons he stays by Anders' side after the events of DA2 despite ending their romantic relationship, he can't abandon the man he's loved for years even when everyone tells him he should....until, of course, we get to the fade and he feels he no longer has a choice.

Ed never wanted to be some hero or champion, but it's so engrained in his identity now that he constantly feels the burden of sacrificing pieces of himself for others. He feels the guilt of every loss he's suffered, whether it was actually his fault or not. In his mind, no matter how much it hurts, or who it hurts, it's the "right" choice to leave him behind... he's read enough of Varric's tragedies to know how this goes.

I also headcanon that when Carver's made a warden, he goes back to Fereldan to serve under the Hero of Fereldan and becomes best friends with Alistair. So I imagine that's another reason Ed insists he be the one to cover them. He went to great lengths to keep his brother out of this mess [even though Carver protested every step of the way] and doesn't want Carver to lose his best friend, even though he would also be devastated to lose his brother, but y'know.... Ed's just like, "Tell Carver I'm sorry, and that I always thought the world of him."

Even as Alistair, who never got to know his brother and dreamed about meeting his sister only for her to reject him, argued back... it's no use. Ed made up his mind to face his greatest fear to save them, and Ash begrudgingly agrees with him.

As for Varric, it hurts to watch him ask happened to Hawke... and then to listen to him recount a story about the kind of person Hawke was... and to give him a comforting hug... it all hurts.

But... that being said, I have thought about possibly doing a run where I do leave Alistair behind in a worldstate where Rose made the ultimate sacrifice. Alistair lost her and became disillusioned with the Grey Wardens, only remaining because what else is there for him? When it comes to someone staying in the fade, he insists it be him. He faces the nightmare as Hawke and the Inquisitor escape, and mutters under his breath, "Wait for me a little longer, my love," before attacking.

...because why not break my own heart some more, y'know?

Whether I'll be brave enough to attempt that is yet to be seen.

[boyfhee]

yeah i wish i would treat him so good lol but i dont think anyone could replace yn, even when hee will date someone someday, deep down yn will always linger in his heart, mind and soul - and i think he knows that too

well what can i say im never moving on from that fic cuz it lingers in my mind and heart too i hope ure not tired of me yet and I LOVE U FR

im doing okay! busy! and also men are so dissapointing? like i knew but damn.

-swift anon, nothing that a hotdog from ikea wont fix :)) yes,

ps rich boi hoon stole my heart !!!

that's true!!!!! one thing i wanted to convey through that piece is the irreplaceable presence she holds in his life. i think things would've been a little easier if he got a closure ( like in terms of the accident and getting to bury/cremate her body, but as mentioned in the story, the search operation was ceased and they were just, announced / assumed dead ) but that didn't happen so i think there will always be that lingering feeling inside him, to see her once or something.

the whole concept of losing someone you love so dearly is so terrifying to me like god forbid but if i'm ever in his shoes, i don't know what i'd do. just thinking about it shatters my heart 😭 and no i am not tried of you talking about it, i love to hear your thoughts :D

++ i've been doing well too!!! a tad bit feverish but i did super well in the recent test, nothing really matters now lol. then we're having one of our main festivals upcoming so i have like a week long holidays, plus i have to go shopping and i love shopping. november is nice 🤭💗 AND MEN R RLLY A DISAPPOINTMENT . ps u should add boba to that list too, i think hotdog, boba and ikea makes a good combination

[hulijingemperor2]

Yao and Rusong: *getting their fox tails groomed*

Rusong: A-Die, team D is rather quiet today.

Yao: a little too quiet. What are they up to?

Rusong: lol, soon we'll find out.

Yao: these three are always entertaining

Meanwhile in Huan hall.

Mo xuanyu: you look so cute Lan lips!

Xichen: *hands tied with his Lan headband*

Xichen: do you feel hot, Lan lips?

Su she: I kinda like you like this.

Mo xuanyu: *dancing in Xichen's clothes*

Xue yang: *wraps his arms around Xichen* lipsy pie, if you have to kiss any one of team dimple, who would it be?

Xichen: non of you.

Xue yang: oh come on. Let's just say that  Jiggybuns kicked the bucket and his dying wish was to kiss team D.

Xichen: then I'll kiss who A-Yao said to kiss. He would he specific right.

Su she: you feel you're better and more devoted than me, Lan.

You're wrong, do you hear me.

Xichen: other than team D, I think I might date Zixuan.

Mo xuanyu: XUAN GEGE?!!

Su she: oh you have rich taste. Team d isn't rich enough for you.

Xue yang: seriously,  another emperor diva.

Xichen: he looks like A-Yao.

Mo xuanyu: *sighs*

Xue Yang: at least he's faithful to our boss.

Su she: yea.

Xichen: can you guys untie me now.

Mo xuanyu: no.

Cuz you don't want to make out with us.

Xue yang: who's your favorite team dimple member?

Other than our boss?

Mo xuanyu: we won't get jealous.

Su she: who even wants to be favored by you.

Xichen: *stays quiet*

Mo xuanyu: like we have to drunken him so that he can speak his mind.

Su she: let me do the honors in getting him drunk.

*puts the bottle near Xichen's mouth*

Xichen: *drinking*

Team d: chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Xichen: *hiccups* A-Yao. *hiccups* A-Yao. Where's my A-Yao.

Xue yang: no Yaoyao yet. Only team D.

Xichen: why did you kidnap a helpless Lan, team dimple! 

Do....do you want my money?

Su she: no. And keep that for A-Yao and Song'er.

Xichen: *giggling* okiee.

Mo xuanyu: *untying him*

Xichen: how did you know that's the same way I tie A-Yao?!!! But I lie. It's the other way around.

Like A-Yao is super super hot and he would tie me up like this!!!!

Xue yang: ah, Jiggy. I agree with you, Lan lips. He's a boss.

Mo xuanyu: as he should. 

Xue yang: so who do you want to kiss amongst the three of us.

Xichen: you guys aren't hot like Jiggy. And my super gorgeous emperor might be upset with me if I do!

Mo xuanyu: so you're afraid of losing A-Yao?

Xichen: yea.

Mo xuanyu: aww.

Su she: what do you have to say about team dimple?

Xichen: *acreams*

Su she: *startled*

Xue yang: are you losing it?

Xichen: that guy stole my books!! And wants to steal my A-Yao.

Su she: forget the past, lipsy. And those aren't yours. Those are Lan books.

Xichen: did you borrow them?!

Su she: yes. And you're not gonna get them back.

Xichen: what got into you?!

Su she: revenge.

Mo xuanyu: he was in his villain era.

Now come on, lipsy, describe team D in one word.

Xichen: entitled.

Mo xuanyu: *gasp*

Xue yang: second time hearing that.

Su she: you and that statue of a brother of yours are entitled.

Xichen: *pouts* you're mean.

Su she: exactly.

Xue yang: Lan xichen, tell me about Ruohan and Qiren's relationship.

Xichen: then give me some more alcohol first. Stop being so stingy.

Xue yang: here you go.

Xichen: *burps* A-Yao told me this ok. Cuz he was working with ruoruo in Qishan.

Shufu likes bad boys, so him and Ruohan used to date. Like really date. They would do papapa everyday and get drunk together. The two would also do night hunting. So basically they were like Wangxian but more unhinged. Cuz shufu is horny like any other Lan, and Ruohan was kinky.

Xichen: When Wen Ruohan met Madam Wen, and made family with her, him and Shufu were still in touch.

They sent perverted love letters to each other.

And as normal Lan, shufu began getting  jealous of Ruoruo and Madam Wen, and then his brother and Madam Lan.

It's like if I see A-Yao with Qin Su, then lost A-Yao, but still had to witness Wangxian being happy while I'm putting pieces of my heart back together.

Xue yang: *laughing* oh God this is too good!

Su she: you Lans are shameless the same way.

Mo xuanyu: *sobs* what a love story.

Xichen: shufu went crazy with jealousy, but Ruohan was overcome with stress, as Madam Wen was sick.

So as a good friend, shufu decided to play some type of distorted music for her. Sadly it didn't help.

Mo xuanyu: Qiren killed Madam Wen?!!!!!!

Xue yang: and he wanted to judge me?!! Ahahahahah!

Xichen: hey! I didn't say that!

Su she: you said distorted music. Don't cover it up.

Xichen: *hiccup* I said that? *hiccup*

Xue yang: don't worry, Lan lips. Secrets safe with team dimple.

Xichen: who's team dimple?

Mo xuanyu: *facepalms*

Su she: *rolls eyes*

Continue the story.

Xichen: afterwards, shufu and Ruohan were a thing again. And shufu even became mpreg twice.

However they sent the children away for adoption.

Mo xuanyu: who are the children?! It could be any one of us.

Xue yang is it you?

Xue yang: ew no.

Minshan?!

Su she: never! Do I look a product of those two.

Mo xuanyu: I'm a product of second Madam mo and Guangballs.

Xichen: that's tough. More tough when he has a name like that.

Mo xuanyu: yea.

But Yao gege is still hot.

Xichen: the two children are Wen Qing and Wen Ning.

Team dimple: *shocked*

Mo xuanyu and Su she: WHAT?!

Xue yang: but Wen Qing is hot. So hot. How can her dad be a goat?!

Su she: maybe she got it from Ruoruo.

Mo xuanyu: do they know about their real parents?

Xichen: nop. Only their adoptive parents.

I'm not done with the story team D.

Side piece guangshan came, and he used to buy gifts for him. They also did papapa.

Mo xuanyu: eww.

Xue yang: guangshan been making out with everyone. What a wild guy.

Su she: no wonder he's the lanling demon.

Xichen: lol. Him and shufu got into a physical fight, where guangshan found out that he's a cutesleeve. So due to that awakening, he decided to break up with Ruohan and become straight again.

Xue yang: what's bad about being a cutesleeve. Jiggy and xingchen are so gorgeous. Obviously I would want to kiss them.

Su she: right. Huangdi is so waw!

Xichen: well that's just him.

Shufu then broke up with Ruohan and called him a psychotic demon for using the Yin iron.

Xue yang: he wasn't a psychotic demon when you were sleeping with him. Hehehehe.

Xichen: yea I believe that shufu didn't mean it.

But during the Wen indoctrination, he burnt the cloud recesses, so.

Su she: hilarious.

Mo xuanyu: why are they so violent.

Xichen: love makes you do crazy things.

Su she: ohh so that's why you dare to challenge team dimple.

Yao: *entering with Rusong* team D.

Xichen: A-Yao!!!!

Su she: is your name team D, Xichen?

Xue yang: you know how long we tried to make him kiss us.

Yao: what?!

Rusong: I thought you guys don't like Shizun. And wait till Nainai find out that you were cheating on A-Die!

Mo xuanyu: Dianxia!!! We can explain!

Su she: Huangdi, we wanted to see if he can satisfy you.

Yao: you didn't have to do that, team dimple.

Xichen: well we all know that I do satisfy you, A-Yao.

Yao: *sigh* yes, I know.

Mo xuanyu: but we don't. So we conducted this science experiment.

Xichen: science experiment?! Do I look like a fierce corpse?

Xue yang: n...not at all Lan lips.

Mo xuanyu: maybe only when you wake up.

Su she: yes you do look like a fierce corpse. Maybe you should moisturize a little more.

Mo xuanyu: I have beauty products you can borrow.

Yao: guys, stop teasing him. *hugs Xichen* my Huanhuan always make me happy!!

Xichen: aww.

Yao: *makes his Fox tail appear*

Xichen: *elegantly holds it as if it was a hand*

Yao: *blush*

Su she: how dare he.

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips! Team D will never let you succeed!

Xue yang: he's ours!

Rusong: Team dimple, chill.

Mo xuanyu: I would like to talk to the second manager.

Rusong: Nainai? Nainai is having tea.

Su she: dang it.

Xichen: I...I think I'm getting a hangover.

Yao: *laughing* aww. Team dimple, why did you give him alcohol?

Xue yang: so that he could open up and tell us about Ruohan and Qiren's relationship. Hehehehe.

Xichen: shufu was pregnant for Ruohan, A-Yao.

Yao: Huan, you told me already.

Rusong: Ruoruo is so weird. Anyways, A-Die was really cool, stabbing him.

Yao: aw thank you, Song'er.

Xichen: I think I'm going to take a nap, A-Yao.  *kisses him*

Yao: enjoy your nap. And I'll send you soup.

Xichen: mn.

Xue yang: dude's alcohol tolerance is bad.

Su she: always lame.

[antlerquccn]

sentence starter from halestorm's album into the wild life . change to fit as you see needed. potentially nsfw themes.

I won't be out done

I don't have time for you all

It's kicking down your door

So what ya waitin' for?

Scream until they hear you

Am I brave enough?

Am I strong enough?

I am the fire

I am the one I've been waiting for

I don't believe I'll fall from grace

I promise to myself, me and no one else

I am more than this

Well you think that you know what I am but you don't.

I like it loud, wear it proud, like a crown upon my head

I'll always be this way 'till the day that I'm dead

I'm a sick individual

I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want

Would you like to know what I do if I got you alone

I don't talk the talk cause I walk the walk

But I just keep on breathing long as my heart is beating

I won't run I'm not afraid

Can I get an Amen?

Sometimes there's no reason to justify the meaning

I won't run I'm not ashamed

It's gonna take more than this for me to break

Hold your head up high there's a world outside that's passing by

Never lose yourself remember that you're like nobody else

Through it all year after year stand or fall I will be right here

Don't worry about those stupid girls

It's cause they're scared and insecure

Don't change for any man

I will be right here for you

I've got a forbidden love I'm not givin' it up

I'm not givin' it up

I've got a new modern love I'm not givin' it up

I won't pretend that I don't feel the way I feel

I can't forget the taste of something that's real

Maybe you'll find something that'll scare you, something that you like

That's just the way it is

I don't care if you don't get it

Maybe you'll find something that'll save ya

I've got an uncommon love

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

I know I'm not the only one

I wanna feel the walls shake

Looking for some Mayhem

They all say I've lost my mind

The real truth is they're scared because you're brave

You'll be ok if you be yourself for no one else

They'll hate you cause you're beautiful

You pretty thing with the dirty mouth

We will never back down

Cause they'll never understand

All my secrets that you weren't supposed to know

I get what I want and I'm gonna get mine

Why did you watch me suffer?

I'm the reaper outside your door

You took everything made me feel less than nothing

But trusting you was no one's fault but my own

I shoulda known better than that

So you press play and I hit record

We're not us anymore

Give you one last time to make me miss it

I'm leaving scratches up and down your back

'Cause we're dysfunctional l

'Cause no one does it better no one knows me better

I'm so over this love gone violent

I'm drunk and brave enough to say what sober couldn't say

I've been doing time believing in the lie that you still loved me

Always wanting more but never giving

Always buying into every kiss but not this time

I'm over this so over this

I see the good in the bad and the ugly

If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!

And there's a man down below that needs my sympathy

I like it heavy

I fell in love with the darkest parts

Since I was 13 years old I've had my fist to the sky

Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty I see the good in the bad and the ugly

Take me home tonight I'll do anything with you

We can sit 'til morning light just count every star

If you're an angel then I must be high

If you won't do it I'll do it for you

Now we're kissing under covers and it's all just because I jumped the gun

My place or yours I'm good either way

I got a dirty mouth

Unapologetic with you tonight nothing to hide

Give me something real don’t play no games

I’ll give you every piece of me

Don't you wish you were mine

You're seeing double cuz I'm a knockout