#this has been an idea of mine for a while

[namilettes]

Yandere taph headcanons please.. Im so starved for taph content 💔/nf!!

Yandere Taph x reader

i love taph hes so interesting to write MORE TAPH NO MORE TWOTIME PLEASEOASKoid.

Taph is great for those who arent fans of violent yanderes </33

warnings: abusive trope, abduction, threatening.

Taph is a very quiet person, not just because he's mute, but because he isn't that much of a social person

He just believes getting things over with fast is easier, that's how it's always been with Builderman at least...

When he first meets you when you arrive in the lobby after being forsakened; he feels fascination, he catches himself analyzing you a lot more than he does with others, and he notices this fast because being a mute person makes it so that you just catch onto these things a lot faster than most.

unlike most of the other yandere's ive done, Taph actually comes off as particularly harmless at first, to him his reputation and image that you see of him is the most important, he doesn't want you to know all the psychotic ideas he has in his head.

He starts off simple, everytime he's eating something he signs; asking if you wanted any of it which he usually doesn't do with others-

often brings you gifts like rocks, flowers, anything pretty and signs ''🫵💭(it reminded me of you.)''

He often has a habit of accidentally letting his hands wander, twirling his fingers around your hair and after you catch him in the act, brotato just swiftly turns to look to the side and begrudgingly signs ''💅🌌(pretty.)''

He often has a habit of squeezing his fist whenever he sees you talking to someone else, he feels guilty for this as the people whom he vowed to protect; he's suddenly wishing death against?

this causes him to distance himself from you for a while, it's like a sudden wake up call

''what the fuck have i become'' kinda moment

whether or not this worries you, he still can't take the distance between you, the thought of you spending time with others while he's not there- he can't. he just cant, physically, mentally, whatever. He cant.

He grabs the neat dagger that Two Time had gifted him as a thank you- or another way to convert him into spawnism?... whatever.

He looks at it, thinks for a moment as his hand shakes, no, he couldn't do it. Not to people who he trusted, not to the same people who are in the same hell hole he is.

The thought of how he had locked himself in prior to being forsakened, the fear of hurting anyone gnawing at his organs.

it wasn't exactly the fear of hurting,

but more so how people would see him.

he didn't care in reality, he had hurt before, he can do it again.

He placed the dagger down, grabbing tissue and a bottle of chloRO-form.

He dapped the tissue in it, the piercing sent invading his nostrils even through all the cloth covering his face. He was safe from it though.

He stepped out, his hands shaking.

Not from fear- but anticipation. He could finally have you all to himself.

His steps felt like all the mines he placed, each one more closer to their doom.

Time stopped when he made his way to you- it was perfect. No one else was here. They were all still in the middle of the round.

And just like that, his strong arms wrap around your throat, tilting your head back as he places the tissue to cover you nose and mouth.

It felt horrible- you almost choked on the spiking scent as you felt you consciousness slip through your fingers

...

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.

.

You wake up in what seems to be Taph's room. You had been there before for whatever reason it might've been, comforting each other, laughing at each other- whatever reason it was back then, you sure as hell wanted to know what it was this time.

He was just sitting there.

watching.

like he always did.

but this time he looked...

Mad.

Not mad as in angry, mad as in insane. He looked as if he had snapped for real this time. his fingers were shaking, his breathing was labored, sharp little twitches as his head snaps up; finally seeing you awaken.

He smiles, it wasn't visible through all the cloth covering his face, but it was something you could distinguish after all this time. The way his eyes squinted everytime his smile arose..

He frantically placed his hands on your cheeks, as if to check if you're okay.

You beg for answers, as to why you're here, why he would do this.

His smile fades, but comes back again as he refuses an answer, he very vividly blushes as he leans forward, and for the first time in forever you see as he lifts his mouth guard..

his lips- they were.. Beautiful, really. But he was scarred, it didn't really matter to you, all that mattered to you was that you had to get away.

He came closer, as you looked away, the corners of his mouth tugged into an impatient smile, he gently placed his precise bomb-handling fingers on your chin redirecting your gaze to his, it was gentle but you felt the pressure and rough handling as if to threaten you to just take it.

this time he didn't do it sensually, this time he smashed his lips onto yours, though never having kissed anyone he did seem like he knew exactly what he was doing. As if he had dreamed about this very night before a million times.

He pulls away, leaving a long string of saliva connecting from your mouths.

For all he's silent for, he sure knows his way around your mouth.

You sobbed out, as if a plea for help. He smiled again, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He pointed to the tripwire and mine on the doorstep, he passed you a note.

''Only I know how to defuse them. Now we can be together like we always wanted to.''

He blushes like a school girl passing a note in class to one of their girlfriends confessing a crush on the chad...

he doesn't even take into note that it was a threat.

You look at him in horror, as he breathes heavily, sitting so stiff.

You loved him without all this.

But you now you were horrified of the man you had once fallen in love with.

[deadhands69]

Villain Radio

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader LOV Band//Roommate AU (Quirkless)

In the Dark a found love letter, band practice, and power outage all in a day makes you wonder if this is the norm for the house

[previous track] [discography]

“Ooooh,” you hear Compress coo as you’re coming down the stairs and into the common space. “Who’s love letter is this?” He holds up a scrap of paper before reading it aloud, “I loved spending time with you, it’s been really great getting to know each oth–”

Spinner jumps to snatch the note from his hand, “whoever’s that is, it sounds personal. We should give them a little privacy,” he says while reading it. Compress grabs his wrist, following him to continue skimming through the page. “It’s signed ‘xoxo your little bird’ how romantic!”

“Ooooh a love interest! So, which of you is it?” Toga asks, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Dabi doesn’t scold her this time. You notice he’s being remarkably quiet, not making eye contact with anyone as he stares intently at his own mug.

“I think it’s y/n and Tomura,” adds Twice with a little too much certainty. You hadn’t even realized he was in the house.

“No,” Tomura says a little too quickly, you have to admit it stings a little. His face is beet red as he continues, “it’s not us.” He glances at you for a reaction. “No,” you say, “definitely not mine.” He looks slightly relieved. 

Everyone stares at the two of you until Toga breaks the silence. “No,” she comments while reading the letter herself, “this is a specific kind of boy handwriting, it’s too neat and bubbly. I don’t think either of them could have written it.”

“Hmmm, we’ll figure it out eventually!” announces Compress, placing it front and center on the refrigerator. “Oh and before any of you can forget – it’s band practice tonight.”

“We know,” grumbles Tomura, still blushing under his hoodie. “It happens every Tuesday.”

“You say that like I’d trust you all to know what day it is,” Compress retorts on his way out the door. You don’t comment, but have to admit he has a point.

“Says the guy who’s always late,” mutters Spinner while making a cup of tea. 

“Oooh I love band practice day!” shrieks Toga, “my girlfriend can’t make it this week – she had to cover someone’s shift. I’ll be there though! Bye!” She skips out the door, overly-sweetened coffee in hand. 

You glance at Tomura and he quickly busies himself. You notice he took out the nose piercing.

“So,” you start while prepping your own breakfast. “No more nose piercing?”

“I kept snagging it on everything so it wasn’t healing well,” he mumbles. Without another word, he leaves and you think the conversation is over. Suddenly he turns again at the stairs and asks “you’re going to our band practice tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you confirm.

“Cool, see you then.”

Dabi laughs. 

“Do you want your letter back or should I leave it on the fridge?” you ask in a saccharine sweet voice. His lips press together as he quietly stands, yanks it off, sending magnets flying across the floor. Then he makes his way up the stairs, glaring at you the whole way.

Work goes slowly, as is typical of a Tuesday shift. You wish Hawks was here to let him know where his note to Dabi ended up, but you’re also a bit nauseated at the idea of having heard parts of your coworker’s love letter to your roommate being read out loud. 

Fortunately, the record store closes early on most weekdays so you’re home by six-thirty. As you walk in the door, you can already hear them tuning. You run up to your bedroom to leave your belongings before rushing back down. After a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a drink, you head down the stairs and to a part of the basement you haven’t been in before. 

They’ve turned what was once a mostly below ground garage into a practice space. Random concert posters line the walls, most are theirs but some are advertisements for larger bands that have been stolen off of venue walls and street posts. You take a seat next to Toga on a mustard yellow couch that looks older than the two of you combined. Even Keith is down here, curled up on a pillow someone placed on top of an amp for him.

“Okay, everyone ready to go?” Spinner pulls a huge pair of headphones down to his neck, it looks like he’s been practicing for a while before everyone else showed up.

“No,” says Tomura while leaning into an amp, “Compress isn’t here yet.”

The band talk amongst themselves; Toga turns her attention to you.

“So,” she smiles with a much too toothy smile, “are you dating Tomura?”

“Am I,” you practically cough in shock of her asking, “am I dating him? No, we’re not–”

“Oh,” she says a bit more quietly, “Usually I have an eye for that sort of thing. You’d be cute together though.”

“Thanks,” you smile awkwardly. Tomura catches your eye from across the room, you notice the corner of his mouth quirk up slightly. You probably would be cute together. However, he is your roommate and it might be weird if he doesn't agree so you keep that to yourself. 

After an extended warm-up, the band begins their practice without Compress, making it through a song before he runs in, out of breath. 

“Sorry I'm late,” he says quickly before jumping into the next song. 

“This happens every week,” Toga informs you. 

“Have they ever considered starting later to give him more time?” you ask. 

“This is the later time,” she answers. 

 Halfway into the next song, the room goes dark and the amps stop working. There's an awkward few seconds when Spinner keeps playing with the scratch of guitar strings before anyone notices what happened. 

“Not again. Can someone go flip the breaker?” Tomura groans. 

“No use,” Toga replies, “the power’s out. Your wifi just went down too.”

“I'll get some candles,” Spinner rushes out, bumping a cymbal on the way. Dabi and Tomura both pull their phones out, using them as flashlights while they unplug their guitars from the amps and put them away. 

“We can practice an acoustic set,” Tomura says while wrapping up a cord, “that kind of works.”

“I'll go grab the acoustic bass,” Dabi disappears in the same direction Spinner went. 

A few minutes later, both of them come back with supplies. Everyone helps light and disperse candles around the room, taking care to avoid the corner where Keith likes to lay ("he swipes things if you set them too close," Toga informs you.) Once the room is nicely illuminated, they go back to tuning and begin playing again.

You can't say you have their discography memorized, but you recognize a lot of their songs at this point. It's really fun to hear them reworking their existing music to be played in this setting. Every once in a while, they pause to discuss certain parts and try them again. While you never doubted Tomura's talent, you're amazed at the intricate finger-picking parts he throws in on a whim.

After a solid two hours, everyone packs up and begins blowing out the candles. Each of you takes one to light the way up the stairs. 

When you arrive in the living room, you realize the streetlights are still on. It strikes you as odd with a power outage, but you don't say anything, assuming they're on a generator or separate power source. 

Then Magne comes over. “Why are you guys sitting in the dark?”

“Power's out,” Compress says while lighting a few more candles he pulled from his room. “Is it not out at the corner shop?”

“No, it's definitely on there. And at my house.” She glances out the door, “the other neighbor has his porch light on too. Looks like this is a ‘your house’ problem.”

“Wait,” says Compress, “who was supposed to pay the electric bill?”

“I thought you were?” says Tomura. 

“And I thought it was you,” Dabi adds. This quickly turns into an argument of why everyone assumed it was someone else's job. Quietly, you wonder how often this happens. On the bright side, this solves the power outage issue. Or it would if the power company was open. 

“Their office hours ended at 7 today,” Spinner says, hanging up the phone. “I'll call again in the morning.”

Everyone disperses. It would appear that the magic of a power outage doesn't extend to having it shut off after neglecting to pay the bill.

When you get back to your bedroom, you find another lime green post-it on the door, half scribbled out:

sorry everyone's so obnoxious you deserve love notes

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[kyleehenke]

Heya, I wanted to ask if the spotify / apple music streaming releases of Stuck This Way have been authorized by you? I think the artist "Broadway Homestuck" probably includes covers that weren't by you, bc. it's got that -and- like... an album Treblestuck that opens with Karkalicious, which... I think is by Superspecks, who is someone else?? unless I'm mixing stuff up? which is a possibility lol. and a Lot of other covers, I have no idea if those are also by other artists

but yeah thought I'd ask because this artist has got a lot of plays on Spotify, and IDK if there are proceeds from covers anyway, but I'd want you to know if the fair part of those were going to someone besides you

Yeah those are stolen (and you’re right, not all of them even belong to me). I haven’t seen a single cent from those songs on streaming platforms :( I never sought monetization for my Homestuck music in the first place because they are all collaborative fanworks & aren’t mine to monetize!!

So while I understand everybody wants (and should have!) easy access to streaming those songs, it’s still pretty of icky if someone else is profiting from them dishonestly.

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Fourteen 2 of 3

Deanna: Can I call you queen of the trash or is that pushing it?

Kennedy: *laughs* Could always shorten it ta queen

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Kennedy: Oh, I know I’m lucky. I mean, I’m here, ain’t I? And I made it through the first round! 

Deanna: I think that was because of who you are more than dumb luck. Still, what's the luckiest thing that's happened to you?

Kennedy: The luckiest thing that ever happened to me, hmm… Well, probably the time I got thrown off Ole Dollie! Being thrown off a horse don’t sound so lucky, but she was a big gal and easily spooked. Went ridin’ alone one day and something got her so good she reared back, threw me off, and then SHE fell! She was just fine, tough ole girl, but if I hadn’t been thrown she’d have landed right on top and crushed me, ha!

Deanna: *laughs* I'm very glad you're not dead

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Kennedy: Oh, I believe in fate for sure! But who’s to say it ain’t some Watcher knitting our fates like a senile old lady?

Deanna: *laughs* I'll have that image in my head for a while now

Kennedy: I like to think this way, because it helps me get through bad times, y’know? If it’s fate, then it means I’m going through it for a reason and will come out the other side a better Kennedy than I was before

Deanna: That's an idea I like to hold on to

Deanna: Where would you live if you could live anywhere?

Kennedy: Well, I'm likin' Tartosa! But honestly, I think I'd be happy in any of them, so long as I'm near nature and have room for a horse or two

Deanna: I would definitely have to be connected to nature

Kennedy: Not sure I could handle the big cities, but I'd give it a try if someone I loved wanted to move there.

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Kennedy: Family's important to me, too, so I'd understand. I'd never ask you to move away from your family, so long as you wouldn't mind makin' a trip or two a year to visit mine

Deanna: I could handle that, or doing the reverse

Kennedy: I'd miss 'em, but it's about time they learned how to use a webcam and face-time!

Devin: How was it

Deanna: This park is cute but not as cute as Kennedy

Devin: Did you have a good date?

Kennedy: Fresh air and a sweet gal, what could be nicer?

Results: No sentiments, Kennedy becomes the second contestant to max the friendship bar in the competition gaining her 15 bonus points. EVELYN who was first, maxing the bar last round, gets 20 bonus points.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Mariela: Honestly? I consider myself very lucky. Considering that my mom really didn't want me, I could have ended up in a very bad situation. But instead I ended up with a dad who's always adored me and two aunties who have always been there watching out for me and guiding me as well. It may be an unconventional family, but hey... I'm an unconventional person!

Deanna: *smiles* Family doesn't have to be traditional

Mariela: I'm glad you agree

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Mariela: I'm not sure how I feel about it to be honest

Deanna: It's alright not to know

Mariela: Aunt Bess and Grace insist that the Watcher is the reason I ended up with them instead of suffering with mom, but if that's the case, then what makes me special? I remember that urn I found when looking for snowglobes. What's different about me from that person? I try to not think about it too much because it can become overwhelming

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Mariela: As much as I love the city, I have always been curious about living in Windenburg

Deanna: Really? I wouldn't have guessed

Mariela: There's a couple of neat night clubs, some cafes, and ruins! It sounds like it could be fun, and it would be nice to have a house, you know? No noisy neighbors, no weird smells, no rats... plus, I hear there's an island where some of the people live. Can you imagine?

Deanna: They must have some gorgeous scenery there

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Mariela: Honestly, same. I wouldn't want to be constantly moving either

Deanna: *surprised* I just assumed with all the energy you seem to have that you'd be always on the go

Mariela: *smiles* Wildly reserved of me isn't it? And of course we'd visit each other's families together and have them over to visit too.

Devin: How was the date for you?

Mariela: In my defense I thought asking her due date was an obvious joke because she's a lesbian

Devin: How did you find it De?

Deanna: Her humor can be a bit different from mine but it's easier as I learn more about her

Result: No sentiments

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Kristina: I think I'm really lucky. I love my family and friends, I'm living the dream in a villa in Tartosa, and I'm on a date with a beautiful woman

Deanna: *blushes* You're rather beautiful yourself

Kristina: I really feel alive, like the world is my oyster and I could achieve anything.

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Kristina: That is a great question, and I guess I do, but I think we have more control over our own fates than we realize. Like being erratic - sometimes I do or say things I don't think even a Watcher could have planned for, but that doesn't stop me from having autonomy, either

Deanna: That's great!

Kristina: I picked a park date because I love the outdoors, so your destiny was always to have a park date with me, but I had no control over the bowling challenge or the staring contest. Does that make sense? *speaks over her own shoulder* Makes perfect sense, Kristina!

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Kristina: Any world with a lot of trees would be my top choice. My father and brothers are foresters in Moonwood Mill, and I feel at home in the forest.

Deanna: *smiles* Lots of trees does sound good

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Kristina: I would say your best friend Reece mentioned when we met last round that his boyfriend is a werewolf, so Reece and Samir will always feel at home when they come to visit us in Moonwood Mill!

Deanna: It'd be nice being close to Reece but of course I'd be there to be close to you

Kristina: *blushes* Charmer

Devin: How was the date?

Kristina: I loved it, that's why I flirted so much!

Deanna: Ask what you want to know

Devin: Okay but why blow her a kiss right after she insults you?

Deanna: She's erratic, it's just who she is. I've heard worse from Emi and she flirted up a storm afterwards

Results: No sentiments

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[astraljedi]

Gods & Monsters (Tommy Miller AU)

Summary: Your father has agreed to an arranged marriage—for you, his youngest daughter—to Tommy Miller, the Latino mafia boss who’s ruled the city for years. For protection, power, and business, he traded you to the man known as a god to those who stand with him, and a monster to those who don’t. Warnings: arranged marriage, violence (guns, blood, physical fights), Implied threats, MDNI 18+ only. Word Count: 2K+ A/N: Oh, just a little idea I had randomly at midnight. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue this into a series 🤪 -

There’s a sudden shift in air—from the warm, bright hallway to my father’s cold, dark office, is unsettling. The weight in the room is heavy, papá already pouring himself three fingers of whiskey into a glass at his desk. I barely enter this room, it’s not allowed unless he summons us. Today is the exception. He’s rounded up my older brothers to the office and me. Either he was sick, there’s a threat, or worse—he’s about to harass us with the talk of future heirs and the importance of our family’s lineage. 

Samuel, my oldest brother, offers the upholstered chair for me, placing me beside Geraldo, the third oldest. Javier, the second oldest, stands behind Geraldo with his hands resting on his shoulder, while Samuel stands behind me, arms crossed behind his back. No one dares to speak, not without permission. We don’t even dare to cough or move once we find our place. It’s always been this way: the youngest up front, the two oldest in the back. 

Papá sighs, downs the remaining whiskey, and slams the glass onto his mahogany desk. 

“Ustedes son importantes para mí y todo lo que he hecho es para ustedes.” He begins, massaging his temple. “Bueno, para lo que ustedes vinieron. We don’t have that many allies anymore. The Santiago, Rivera and Juarez family have cut ties with us and no longer want to do business.”

“Papá, since when has this been happening?” Samuel asks. He’s the smartest of us, raised to take over one day. I’m surprised Papá didn’t at least tell him.

“Since December, right after the Velez family incident.”

The Santiago, Rivera, Juarez, Velez families—and us, the Torres—have been allies for years. But when the Velez family turned against the Millers, it caused a war and a bloodbath within the Velez family. From what I’ve overheard, some of the Velez cousins made a deal with the Devil himself—Tommy Miller. They traded intel, sold out and betrayed their own blood to survive. 

“You’ve waited six months to fill us in?” Javier’s voice echoes. As the logistics one of the family, I can already see him running the numbers, calculating the chances of survival. 

“I’ve managed this household, this business, long before you four were born. I handled it, and now is the time for you to know.” Papá raises his voice. Javier stands down, breathing through his nose to steady himself. 

“And exactly how did you handle it?” Geraldo huffs. He’s always been the one to run his mouth.

Papá—who’s under eyes have sunken and darkened since the last time I saw him—takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Clearly, fighting the urge to lean across the desk and smack Gerald for his attitude. 

“I reached out to Tommy Miller, he proposed an exchange for protection from our old allies and for him to use at his disposal our aircraft charter company to expand his exports and imports.” 

I look around, watching Samuel’s eyes nearly pop out from his head. Geraldo lets out a disapproving sound, and Javier’s hands grip Geraldo's shoulders, keeping him from doing something stupid. 

I turn to face Papá, wondering why I was even summoned if I don’t even work for the family business. And it’s like he read my mind. His eyes shift to mine, his gaze softening and hazy. 

“What else did you do?” I ask, recognizing that look. It’s the same look he gave me when I was twelve and my bunny died. The same look he gave me when he scared off my senior prom date before he even got the chance to see me in my dress. And from the four of us, I’m the one who reads Papá the best—something my brothers lack, even if they’ve been working for the business since they turned eighteen. I was never allowed to, and I never had the curiosity for it.

“An arrangement has been reached. You are to marry Tommy Miller in four weeks. You’ll live in his house, accompany him to work events, and unite the two families as the final agreement for this deal.”

“Are you fucking crazy? You’re selling me off?” I shout, jumping to my feet. My heart thumps loudly in my ears. My face burns, but I don’t dare show any sign of crying, only anger. 

Geraldo stands angrily, shoving Javier’s hand off his shoulder. “Are you seriously using our little sister for leverage?” 

“Papá, there has to be another way.” Samuel shakes his head, standing beside me. 

“He’s a God in the industry,” Javier murmurs, his brain balancing the odds.

“He’s a monster!” Geraldo argues, his ears turning red with rage. 

At least someone has my back. 

“Enough!” Papá’s voice rumbles through the office. He slams his fist down on the desk and shoots up from his chair. “The deal is already done. The word is going out as we speak, and you are to meet your fiancé tomorrow. This is your duty to your family.”

“Gracias, Papá, for signing your only daughter away to her death.” I scoff, pushing through my brothers as I storm out of the office and slam the door behind me. 

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, Mama is already there, tears streaming down her face. I finally break, the tears spilling out as I reach for her.

There was no getting out of this. 

A deal with the devil—the one person the city fears and praises. 

Tragically, the sun rises the next day. 

I pace in the hallway, already annoyed and I haven’t even stepped into the room. The carpeted hallway cushions every step I take in my heels. I mess with the hem of my dress wondering why they are taking so long. The meeting is being hosted in a private conference room on our side, inside the aircraft charter headquarters at the private airport. 

My cousin Marcos sits in the hall with me, his unbothered self stretched out on the luxurious sofa with his feet on the small coffee table. 

“I don’t get why I have to sign the papers now. The ceremony isn’t until the end of the month.” I sigh, kicking his feet off the coffee table. Marcos huffs, but fixes his posture. 

“It’s because your father needs that protection desperately. And Tommy isn’t going to wait a second more to use those charter benefits. The faster you are bound together, the better for business.” Marcos doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone.

“Why are you even here?” I cross my arms over my chest, annoyed with him too. 

“To make sure the bride doesn’t run off before signing the papers,” he says, amused. Of course he finds this funny. He’s not the one being traded like a damn athlete. 

The conference room door opens. Javier steps out and extends a hand towards me. “We’re ready for you.”

“Here comes the bride,” Marcos sings off key, failing miserably to hold in his laugh. I throw him the middle finger before stepping in front of Javier. He blocks the door with his body.

“You ready?” He whispers, his eyes softening. I know if he could, he’d figure a way out of this. But even the logistic side of all of this makes sense. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” I roll my eyes and step into the room. 

The conference room is meant to hold up to twenty people—a long oak custom table surrounded by deep emerald green chairs. Javier closes the door behind me, and I stand beside him, chin held high.

Tommy Miller sits on the other end of the table like he already owns the place. And he is not what I imagined him to be like. The dark navy suit is tailored to perfection, his dark curls brushed back into a sleek style, and a gold signet ring sits on his pinky. 

Two men stand behind him—his most trusted, I assume. 

Papá stands from his seat, eyeing me and shaking his head slightly, disapproving of my choice of dress. 

The red dress is a challenge—a statement that I’m not easy to control or manipulate. I might've been dragged into an arranged marriage like it was the 1950s, to a man I don’t know or love, all for power and the illusion of control. 

“Tommy, this is my daughter,” Papá guides me closer to the man sitting far on the other side of the table. Like I’m his prize. 

Emotionless dark brown eyes stare into mine, his gaze scanning my entire body. 

Merchandise to your liking, Mr. Miller? I say in my mind. I hold back a snort and bite my cheek to maintain a straight face. 

Tommy stands and walks toward us. Papá steps back as Tommy grabs my left hand, gently raising my knuckles to brush with his lips. “I’ve been wondering what my fiancé looked like.”

I pull my hand away but keep it mid air, wiggling my ring finger. “Not yet a fiancé, Mr. Miller.” I dare to correct him, wearing a smug smile. 

“Let’s fix that,” He pulls a black velvet box from his pocket. 

Oh, I did not expect to get a ring today. 

He opens the box and pulls out a gorgeous diamond on a gold band. He grabs my hand again—this time with a tighter, firmer grip—and slides the ring on. He doesn't let go, his eyes linger on mine until a cough pulls us back to the room. 

I retrieve my hand. The weight of the diamond, and the reality of all this hits me. I really don’t have a choice. I can stand tall, be the bravest soldier in my father’s arm, and sacrifice my life for the sake of the family business I never asked to be born into. 

"Ready, fiancé?”

The ink on my signature hasn’t even dried, and the men are already talking business, strategies for upcoming shipments and exports. 

“Leave me the room.” Tommy’s assertive tone sends everyone scurrying, even my own brothers don’t look back. I sit beside him, my eyes still glued to the ring.

Not for its size, for its commitment.

I walk towards the huge window overlooking the empty runway outside, arms crossed over my chest. All of this just for the charter privileges? Is that really worth marrying someone’s daughter for?

I feel his presence behind me, hovering. He even smells expensive, something imported from Europe. The notes of leather and blackcurrant hits me, and I refuse to let it have an effect on me. 

“Access to an aircraft charter wasn’t enough?” I don’t turn around to face him, but I see his jaw clench in the reflection of the window.

“It’s business.” He says, coldly. 

“No, it’s leverage,” I turn to face him, and I don’t expect him to be this close. But I don’t move. My chest heaves in anger, my hands shake and he’s too close. I feel him every time my chest rises and brushes with his. My eyes burn into his, no sign of sympathy. Just a dark hole of dark brown eyes. 

“One mistake from my family, and I’m yours to torture and kill if anything goes sideways.”

He leans forward, his hand tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. 

“You better hope they don’t fuck it up then.”

“You don’t buy loyalty, you earn it.” I snap back. 

“I don’t need people's loyalty,” He steps forward, my back meeting the cold glass. “I need people to fear me. That’s how I got your dear father to bend so easily, wife” 

He doesn’t raise his voice, he doesn’t need to. The words land with weight and authority, like he’d already won. 

And he did. 

My face burns with anger as he smirks. He steps away, leaving me by the window.  As he heads for the door, I grab the heavy stone aircraft statue from the table and hurl it at the wall beside him.

The statue crumbles to the floor in pieces, but he doesn’t flinch—like he expected it. “You need to work on that aim, wife,” he chuckles before walking out, leaving me furious in the room I’d just been gifted to him.

[kosmicdream]

Comic endings & 2025 GOALS!

i am NEARLY done with chapter 17 of FFAK. it was originally twice as long but i cut it in half, so it wouldnt end up as another 900 page chapter. After this chapter is done (maybe in sept?), im going to take a short hiatus from FFAK (and nrd) to finally fucking finish my "Teacher & The Fairy" short story that i started in uh.. i guess the comic project started at least 5 years ago but part two has been in limbo since 2021. Ive honestly struggled a lot with the story over the years as it both got too big and i still wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to keep in the story or how I wanted to resolve it. Originally, it was one part. Then it had to be two, but as I’ve made two it felt stressful to know that it would probably end up 3. That kinda made everything sit in a standstill for a long time. This project isn’t like..one of my big ones obviously - but its still part of a larger goal of mine to get better at writing shorter, more compact comics to practice with storytelling as well as endings. So having it grow & grow was fun creatively but not my goal. I also had so many other comic duties to do, it was put on the backburner along with 23953095 other stories..

..Speaking of those, its kind of sad to say but at the moment I’ve officially/unofficially decided that all other comics besides FFAK & NRD are now on permanent hiatus/dropped. (Not including the ffak bonus chapters, which I do intend to return to in some form.) It was probably already a bit obvious that they were stuck in limbo anyway, but at this point I think it's much better for me to just really let go of them and focus on what is most important. There’s always “maybe i’ll come back to them somedays” because i DO have all the other comics written/outlined in some capacity.. (Save for Praeymoon, which is both a project about short stories and also part of a much larger narrative as well) ..But i still can’t really promise that’s ever going to happen when I still have newer ideas i’m more interested in pursuing. Or older/larger projects I’d rather dedicate my effort towards finishing. Even as I write this, its much more likely I might attempt to start “Religion of Toy” rather than return to “Eggshells”, “Replacer”, “The Eyes of Miasma” “Praeymoon” ..ect.. Which is fickle, i know! But that sort of is how creative endeavors go sometimes. I also will say, while I’m sure those series did have some readers and people who really looked forward to more of the stories (sorry ;;) - I’m mostly making this creative change so I can focus on NRD & FFAK which I’m sure everyone (myself included!) is more invested in and want to see conclude. Those two comics are still my #1 priority.. Yes.. both of them at the same time, somehow.. (its like impossible to place FFAK or NRD as #1, because while i’d be inclined to say FFAK - nrd is much CLOSER to being completed by a long shot.. So in a way it is #1.. But like gun to my head of course i’d pick FFAK.. so.. They both are just going to be #1. I have two hands!! Except I only have one that can draw. Alas.)

That being said, “The Teacher & The Fairy” will be my next goal to complete! and hopefully will accomplish this in this short hiatus from FFAK/NRD. If I just set aside a little time, I can make the decisions needed to wrap the story up in part 2. It might not be like this perfectly paced ending I intended - but the story has already gone through a lot of revisions that it never really has followed the intended path for it anyway.. I am expecting this to take like 2 months or something. 

The reason why I decided not to drop this comic along with the others, is that its still a fairly simple one and one of the “newer” comic projects I’ve had. I still feel a lot more relevance in my life with the themes in the story. I still think part1 of the comic is probably the best example of pacing done in a chapter for probably any of my comics, which is part of what set this like.. Perfectionist standard for myself to follow up with something just as strong as that. I’ll be honest, I don’t normally get as caught up in that sort of thing with my comics because I know its a losing battle - but part 1 really worked out WAY better than I expected that I really wanted to really make something polished and impressive.. Which lead me to feeling nothing WAS good enough and feeling disappointed with myself LMAO

IDK if part two and the ending will like.. Be as good as the first, at least in my eyes.. But I look forward to being able to cross SOMETHING off my list that I always wanted to finish. Sadly, for my other comics - they’d still require a lot more than even 1 or 2 chapters to finish.. Some even more than that.. And that kind of like, commitment just isn’t realistic for me anymore at least when I’m working IRL at my day job. I have much more limited time to spare for my comics than I used to and have for several years now, but even tho I draw fast its not the same as having unlimited artistic free time to dedicate to multiple webs of comics. Even then, it was more than I could handle anyway without feeling like I was never getting anywhere because I was spreading myself too thin. Too distracted by new passing ideas, unable to get back into the right rhythm for older ones by jumping around too much and all that sorts of things. Ofc I still love all the old stories and concepts I have had along the way and even the smallest ones have helped develop me as a storyteller and artist, but y’kno. Thems the breaks..

ALSO when i am finished with part2 of Fairy comic.. I will likely go back to FFAK for chapter 18! As.. I still need some “emotional processing” time for NRD.. MAYBE by the time the fairy comic is done, I will feel different.. But it is more likely that I will just continue with another FFAK chapter as that one was technically supposed to be THIS one.. And I feel a lot more like, prepared & organized for going forward with that chapter. ALL of arc2 for FFAK is very organized vrs the rest of NRD.. which puts NRD in kind of a funny place to me, ATM.

 I used to have a pretty “clear” idea on how many chapters of NRD were left exactly and.. Now I kind of dont know anymore. I definitely know what NRD ch9 will be, but I’m still having to figure out the pacing of the rest of the comic and make some final decisions on certain plotlines. I have written and rewritten many things, always kind of circling around more or less the original ideas -but since the final leg of this story is almost like.. Bleeds into each other events-wise, it makes it a bit difficult to know how many chapters it will take. NRD 7 & 8 were the longest nrd chapters and were also meant to jsut be “one” chapter. I am VERY satisfied and happy with how chapter 8 ended and where the comic is right now - so its probably the best time for me to take this creative break so I can get a better plan in mind so the rest of the comic can go along smoothly. 

THAT is also why I wanted to finish the Fairy comic, to help force me to challenge these.. Perfectionist aspects that keep me in paralysis mode. I have a habit of adding adding adding, and if a scene feels and is good to think about - I will still want to pursue drawing it even if it just adds to the length of the comic. Its clear, i could keep going with anything and always find a reason for digging deeper into a story/world, but that isn’t effective when you actually want to move on to other things or like. Reach some kind of emotional closure for something. Hilariously, I feel way more organized and satisfied with FFAK’s ending - which will take me many years to reach - than this final leg of NRD which will still take me at least a couple years.. But is much closer to completing even WHILE working on FFAK at the same time.

I just turned 35, which means .. I’ve been making comics I guess, for 14ish years. Technically longer, but I “started” eggshells at 21. FFAK is already almost 11 and NRD is .. SHIT! Its 7. I forgot to celebrate its birthday. UMMM well, its old too. Wow!

What was I saying? Oh right. Im getting old yall!! I want to finish some stuff already jeez!!!! I am not tired of anything but you know. It feels good to get stuff I planned actually made, as it frees up my weak mind to think about other stuff. I am definitely in a weird like.. New era of my work I think. Not bad weird, just very different. I feel a bit like.. Alien to my older self, or what I thought of myself as an artist.. And thats good! I mean, I’m welcoming this shift and it feels very natural at the same time. While all these goals of mine feel daunting, like finally cleaning out a car garage, I am good at sticking to at least.. Certain commitments. FFAK and NRD are proof of that, as they’ve basically been running non-stop since they started. FFAK did have its longest hiatus of like, technically 1 year - which is wild but you know. NRD had to have its time to shine. What’s also interesting, is that every year since NRD started- I have completed at least one chapter for that series! Wow! 

Okay, this post is very long btu that’s basically all i wanted to say and felt like getting some ideas off my chest about my goals with the rest of this year. Somehow writing things out like this helps me feel like I’m committing to a plan and its less nebulous in my mind. Plus I like “checking in” with everyone, if they feel like reading it or not. 

Have a great.. ! monday? -Kosmic

[jessicas-pi]

The people have chosen and the fic snippet is: Ezra meets Quinlan!

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They were interrupted by the door sliding open and an off-key voice bursting into song.

“Hap-py birthday to you, you live in a zoo, you look like a monkey-lizard, and you smell like—”

“It’s not my birthday, Vos!” Sabine hollered, resisting the urge to massage her brow as she stepped back from the duel, but Ezra perked up, deactivating his lightsaber and hanging it from his belt.

“Mine, yesterday!”

Yesterday? So she had missed it! And by just a day, too! Karabast.

“Well, that’s perfect! Because my present was for you, anyway!” Vos proclaimed.

Ezra looked surprised. “Wait, really? For me?”

“Yeah, totally,” Quinlan nodded, stepping farther into the room. “See, I happen to know that the Council isn’t gonna let a random guy follow the 212th around, and I’ll wager a guess that our favorite Mandalorian—” He gestured to Sabine. “—has a biiiit of separation anxiety about you. But the good news is, I had an idea, and I had a talk with Master Yoda about it, and he agreed.”

“Agreed to what?” Ezra asked, looking as intrigued as Sabine felt.

“So, you should know, I’ve known Sabine for a long time, now. And there’s been a time or two where she just rambled about you for a while. So I happen to know that you are the most amazing, talented, kind, brave, wonderful, selfless, blah blah blah, Jedi in the galaxy. Direct quotes.”

Ezra turned his surprised look on Sabine, who tried not to squirm in embarrassment.

“She was sloshed at the time, so she probably doesn’t remember, but she gave you quite the marketing pitch. Anyway,” Quinlan went on obliviously. “Sounds to me like you’re almost ready to be Knighted. But since your Master died right before your training was finished, there’s precedent for you to be briefly apprenticed to another Jedi Master who can finish the last of your training. And normally a Jedi only has one Padawan, but since it would only be for a brief time, and you and the Beanster—”

“Call me that again and I’ll kill you,” Sabine threatened, deadpan.

“—have trained together under one Master before, Master Yoda agreed with me that we could make an exception.” Vos grinned wider. “Hopefully Obi can handle the two of you together.”

[vyzoi]

Devil In My Bed

MDNI

Synopsis: Shidou comes home to me and he wants to take me in more ways than one.

Warnings: handcuffs, degradation, praising, breeding, oral, rough sex, claiming, aftercare, Shidou has a tongue piercing, use of the nickname princess

AN: @xadoringmal18 gave me and @spideygirl90 a smut fic trade idea. We both accepted the challenge, Mal is judging who wrote the best smut. Olivia is writing a smut fic of her and Kaiser.

Word count: 2,314

I’m laying in our king sized bed and I’m on my phone scrolling through pictures and articles of my husband Ryusei. World’s best striker has been his title for a few years now but the press still calls him that in every article they publish about him. To me, he’s a sweetheart but also a demon.

I start to miss my husband even more after looking at all these news updates about him. So, I turn my phone off and I place it face down on my nightstand and I turn the lamp off. If I fall asleep, I won’t be able to think about him and the heartache I have for him. I turn to face his side of the bed and I let out a sigh.

I start to slowly drift off to sleep, until I hear the bedroom door open. I’m instantly wide awake now, but I do my best to make sure I look like I’m asleep. I’m trying so hard not to smile, so I end up covering part of my face with the covers. He sees this though, but I don’t care, I’m still playing it off like I’m sleeping. He closes the door gently, after he closes the door, he immediately jumps on the bed and crawls up to me.

His face is now close to mine. He gently take his hand and lays it underneath my head and moves me to make myself look straight at him. I still have my eyes closed, but I have them closed tightly now. He softly speaks to me, “princess, I know you’re not asleep after all of that. Also, your eyes aren’t even relaxed.”

I turn my head away from his again. He sighs, “you’re not avoiding me because you did something you weren’t supposed to while I was gone, did you?” I don’t say a word, I really stayed loyal to him while I was gone. He took my silence as a guilty yes, he grabbed my phone off my nightstand. I don’t say anything, but I do open my eyes and I turn my head to face him.

As Ryusei is scrolling through whatever app he’s on, I smile at him. I innocently speak, “see, I’m not looking at other people while you were gone. I’m all yours and you know it.” He puts my phone back down on the nightstand. Then, he turns the lamp on to the dim light.

I look up at my husband with innocent eyes. He starts to smirk. I’m in for something, and I know it’s going to wear me out. I haven’t been touched by him in months. Hell, I haven’t even touched myself because it wouldn’t be the same. I look up at Ryusei with fear in my eyes but deep down, I want this. I want whatever he’s planning inside his head.

He softly smiles at me, “turn and face my side of the bed, princess. I need to let the world to know what’s mine.” I do as he says, but I say one final ‘protest,’ “Ryusei, I know I’m yours. I haven’t been cheating on you. You know that, I haven’t even been touching myself because my body belongs to you.” He smirks, “I’m still going to mark that neck up.”

I tilt my head up a little more to help him get better access of my skin. He whispers in my ear, “you want this, I know you do. You haven’t been fucked by a demon in so long. I know you missed me, I know you missed how good I make you feel.” I accidentally let out a whimper. He coos, “shhh, it’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of you. I love you, I missed you too.” Ryusei really is a sweetheart to me, he always has been before he fucks my brains out.

He gently presses kisses on my neck. I can’t help but smile at the feeling. I’ve been so touch starved for so long. I’m just happy to get his attention again. He starts to kiss rough now, which makes me let out soft noises. I close my eyes and I let the love of my life have his way with me. As soon as he rediscovers my sweet-spot, he sucks hard on it.

I let out a moan, “Ryusei! Fuck… that feels good.” After he’s done marking up the right side of my neck, he gently grabs my face with his hand and asks me a question, “who do you belong to, princess?” I look into his eyes with adoration and I softly answer, “I belong to you.” He kisses my forehead and lets me go. I know he wants me to face my nightstand now, so I turn and tilt my head up again.

This time, he’s not even gentle with it. He’s full on kissing and sucking my neck roughly. I let out a loud moan, “you demon!” What I said slipped out, but I instantly regret it. He talks in my ear, “you don’t remember what it’s like to really be in bed with a demon. This claim on your neck is nothing compared to what I have planned for you. Call me a demon later, my sweet fuck toy.”

After the attack on the left side of my neck, he sits up and takes his shirt off. I look up at him in awe. I sit up too and before I could take my own shirt off, Ryusei takes it off for me. He smirks, “oh? Not even wearing a bra?” I cover my tits up with my hands. He looks at me with disappointment. He pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. I look at him in shock. Before I could speak, he answers the question that’s running in my head, “I bought this before I came home. I knew handcuffs would be useful because you’re so hands on and the headboard has bars.”

He reaches for my right hand that is covering my left tit. I pull myself away from him and I lay back down. My efforts don’t work though, he straddles me and manages to grab my right hand firmly so I can’t move it. He cuffs it and then he takes my left hand and cuffs it. The handcuffs can’t come loose and I don’t have a lot of movement options. The handcuffs are behind the headboard bar.

Ryusei takes in his work and looks at me with satisfaction. Then, he looks down at my tits. I whimper at the loss. He coos, “don’t tell me you hate being restrained. I know your kinks, you even gave me an entire list of them. Handcuffs are at the top of your list.”

He gets off of me and goes to his suitcase. He softly speaks, “I also have another surprise for you.” He turns around and walks back over to me. He gets on top of me and shows me a small plastic bag with a piercing inside. He opens the bag and takes the piercing out. He drops the bag onto the floor and then sticks the piercing through his tongue.

My husband just got hotter. I always knew he’d look good with a tongue piercing. He smirks and asks a question, “do you want me to test it out?” I slowly nodded my head yes. He grabs my face gently and leans down to whisper in my ear, “I need more than just a slow nod, princess.” My face reddens, but I speak up a tiny bit, “yes please, I want to know what it feels like.”

He quickly kisses my lips and I accidentally open my mouth because I let out a gasp. Immediately, he slips his tongue in and swirls my tongue around with his. This piercing really is amazing! I relax my myself a little bit and I let him explore my mouth. When he pulls away for us to breathe, saliva was connected to our tongues.

Ryusei slowly pulls the covers that were on my stomach all the way down past my feet. Before I could kick him, he moves to the middle of the bed. He laughs a little, “maybe I should buy a spreader bar and cuff it to your ankles.” My eyes grew wide and I let my legs relax.

He slowly pulls my pajama shorts down. He drops them onto the floor after he takes it off. Then, he takes his own pants off. There’s already a bulge showing in his boxers. I can’t help but stare at it. My husband caught on and he removes his boxers. But I realize something, it’s my turn now.

I pull my legs up and I cross them. I smile at him like I won this little battle. Of course, I was wrong. He crawls up to me and grabs my right thigh. He stretches my right leg out, then he grabs my left thigh, as he grabs my left thigh, he pulls my panties down and slides it off of me. He then stretches my left leg out.

My right side still has the garment on me. He spreads my legs to reveal my soaked cunt. He takes my panties and wipes the slick off with the material. I have to beg for him to take my panties off entirely. I know this is what he wants me to do. I swallow my remaining pride and I start to plea, “Ryusei, please remove the rest of my underwear off. It’ll only get in your way when it comes to you inserting yourself inside of me.”

My husband doesn’t say anything, but he does slide the right side of my underwear off. He drops it onto the floor. He looks at me and has this crazed look on his face, “you probably wish you kept it on. It was your last remaining protection from me.” My eyes grew wide because of the realization. He kisses my right inner thigh and then guides his pierced tongue into my sensitive clit.

I can’t move because I’m handcuffed. All I can do is just take the fast pace of his tongue touching my clit in the right place. I let out a loud moan, “Ryusei! Fuck… don’t stop. Feels so good!” I lay my head back and I close my eyes tightly. He gives my clit a hard suck which makes my lower body spasm. He holds me down with his hands on my thighs.

My back starts to arch and I hit my first orgasm for the night. My husband looks at my ruined face, “whore, just one quick orgasm was enough for you. I’m not done though, we’re going three rounds.” Ah yes, the classic three rounds that always end up with me falling asleep after the last round before he even pulls out!

He grabs the key for the handcuffs that he left on his side of the bed and un cuffs me. Before I could touch him as I please, he immediately flips me over onto my stomach and cuffs my hands behind my back. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “remember how much you loved it when we tried the pronebone position? I’m going to spice it up this time. Get ready for round one, slut.”

That was the only warning I got before he slid his cock into my cunt. He sucks on the back of my neck roughly as he’s fucking me hard from behind. I didn’t have time to adjust to his size again, but surprisingly, I don’t feel pain. I start to moan loud so I bury my face into the pillow. I accidentally squeeze my husband’s cock, which made him moan even louder than he already is. “Fuck princess! do you know… what you’re doing!? You’re gonna make me cum early.” He then picks up the pace to an even more faster one.

All of a sudden, he stops and cums inside of me without warning. Feeling is cum inside of me, made me reach my high again for the second time.

He takes the handcuffs off of me again and drops them onto the floor. My husband then flips me onto my back. He smirks, “am I the demon yet?” I nodded my head yes, “you’ve been the demon, but I like you this way.” He moves a part of my hair out of my face, “I’m going to be generous with you tonight, I’m going to let you cum one more time. But here’s the catch, you let me breed you and let me get you pregnant.”

We’ve been talking about having kids for a while now, so I make my agreements with him.

He quickly puts me in a mating press position and inserts his cock inside of me again. He presses his forehead against mine and we both have our tongues sticking out because of how good the pleasure feels. I feel like screaming his name, I always scream his name during this position. He buries his face in my neck and he sucks on the sweet-spot again. Orgasm immediately crashes as he did that. I finally let that scream out, “RYUSEI!” I then clamp down on his cock which made him cum as well.

As he’s filling me up with his long ropes of cum, my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I’m in his chest and he’s hugging me firmly. I whimper, “what happened?” He kisses my forehead and whispers, “you fell asleep again, but don’t worry, I cleaned you up and I changed the sheets. I laid you down on the couch and covered you up as I was doing that.”

I gently kiss his lips, “you’re so good to me.” He kisses my forehead, “anything for you, my princess.”

Tags: @i-am-so-strange

[musubiki]

coco timeskip outfit idea? のの

[qvert]

Just because… girl those knees are going to need a little rest at some point

[nuclearanomaly]

Spite Loves...

[ultipoter]

Pokemon Legends Arceus fan comic, where Jirou has disappeared and Volo has complicated feelings about it. (And maybe figures out that there's a bit of a God in that little phone of Jirou's)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

I'd like to congratulate you on getting your CPR certification.

Now remember, when you’re going in for compressions, it should sound like somebody is standing behind you with the worlds largest Dorito and cracking it open!

Go in firm and hard and snap as many ribs as you can on the way down, that means you’re doing it right.

You save that life. Good luck.

Or... Or... Or kill them, I don’t fucking care.

Audio source

[melissa-titanium]

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[greenleaf4stuff]

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So um...I did a Sauron meme and went the extra mile to (shoddily) put glasses on him and hand him a book in that meme. The resulting image was hilarious (to me at least!), but I couldn't help but imagine Adar with the same sort of look, soooo...

Enjoy Adar with glasses. Maybe he's reading the little uruk kids some bedtime stories. Or he's doing some reading in his spare time. Librarian!Adar AU? HipsterGoth!Adar AU? Any other ideas?