#thoughts while writting

[pwettybbybunny]

You know, one of the most unspoken thing about Yan!Sunday, is the fact that the man won't even realize his tendencies. For him, his behavior is normal, perhaps is trauma due his trauma or they way he was raised up, but control is something he expects, in every aspect of life.

Also as a boyfriend he will be toxic af, but very unintentionally too, he's super overworked and emotionally unavailable, so he needs you to understand his position and support him, and put up with his bullshit, like having to leave you in middle of a date or not wanting to make your relation public, for his reputation.

And motherfucker, still have the audacity to be shocked when you get jealous of Robin's lover and how much she shows them off while you have to be secret, and give him the ultimatum.

And yet being his arrogant self he lets you break up with him, so sure you will come back, only to see you move on, breaking his heart, and the tiny string holding his sanity intact

<333

I wrote this during 1.6ish? When Penacony was introduced in the end of the livestream anddddd gonna complete my fic on this soon, with a lot more spice.

[dunmeshistash]

Something that completely flew over my head (I am not very observant), I was rereading chapter 87: Winged Lion II to re-check some things about dungeons and I just now realized the ancient humans weren't from the current races we know.

They seem to have characteristics from several of the human races together, and some of them even seem to have fur (like demi-humans?)

It's even implied that the lifespan differences and physical differences (the two asking for muscles and using magic in the background) were due to the Demon granting wishes

I did notice this part but I didn't realize this was probably part of the source of the race differences rather than the races already being different and wishing for different things.

So at some point the human races might have been even more closely related, before a powerful being influenced their evolution.

[my-fancy-hat]

The process of creating is the active, constant question of the self, to question the extent of my capacities to convey a message worth of people's respect and admiration. To me, Look Back is a tale of self-reafirmation for Tatsuki Fujimoto. I'm aware it came out in the gap between part 1 and part 2 of the author's best seller, Chainsaw man, which makes this oneshot such an intimate soul-shaking story after what may be the pinnacle of his career. This made me question, why would he write this kind of story after CSM (and Fire Punch) anyways?

Through Fujino and Kyomoto's journey (which funnily, their names convined are Fuji-moto) we are put in the shoes of the stirring yet self-doubting mind of the creator: "why do you draw manga? why do you create?" is the question the protagonist has to find the answer for. Fujino navigate her life for her passion and pride as a talented story-teller artist, while Kyomoto does so for her love for art itself in a more reserved and personal way. Combined, I think they are the rope that pushes Fujimoto back and forth in his mind, the fear of the creator to tell a story worth of people's respect (Fujino) while being faithful to oneself (Kyomoto). Fujimoto knows there always will be an expectation, a mark above his head everytime someone is aware a new story has his signature, so it's understandable for anxiety to take the worst of you, the fear to be openly judged by the masses. So why do you even bother to get through that unpleasant thing? will I ever surpass what I made in my past projects? why do I keep creating? is this all I will ever be? the entire process is tiresome, boring, a never-ending task, I enjoy art better as a consumer anyways, so why?

If there's only one person who my art made their day better, made them smile or excited for what is coming next, then it was worth every single second I spend working on it.

It's a reafirmation to keep going. That I was born to live into this world for this sake, and I'm worthy to connect and receive this love. This is my place.

I deeply respect you for it, Tatsuki Fujimoto.

[snackssaviour]

(Bonnie had been cooking ever since they woke up not so bright and very early in the morning. More specifically, before sunrise. They were tired, to say the least, but they needed to keep cooking, to keep preparing snacks. It was the only thing they could really do to help.)

(They weren’t doing great. Teaspoons and table spoons were mixed up, salt instead of sugar, not letting the dough sit. Bonnie just kept messing up. At this rate, they wouldn’t have enough snacks to make it through the house. And it would be all their fault for making these dumb mistakes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.)

(Bonnie rubbed their eyes with flour covered fists, a yawn escaping them. They really didn’t want to take a nap and waste precious cooking time, but maybe just sitting down for a few minutes might help.)

(They washed their small hands, leaving out the ingredients. There wasn’t any point in putting them away yet. They were just going to take a small break, then get right back to cooking.)

(Bonnie sunk into one of the chairs inside the clock tower, yawning once more. Their eyelids felt heavy, and they aloud themselves to close them. Resting their eyes was fine. They were starting to burn whenever they had them open.)

(The original planned few minute eye break was extended. The kid was completely out. Mouth wide open, arms sprawled out across the chair, Bonnie finally slept.)

(Even if it was just a short nap only an hour long, it was needed. The combination of stress and early awakening was draining, especially for a grown kid.) 

(Bonnie needed to remember that.)

(They are just a kid.) 

(They didn’t need to be exactly like Nille.) 

(They already are doing enough.)

(They are useful.)

(They are not a burden.)

[neutrallyobsessed]

oh nooo. oh noooooooo did they give topher a fuck ton of friends so they can push the very erroneous idea that confucius is the friendless loser joan should date??

cause thats pretty terrible ToT

like i dont exactly hate the bleacher creatures, either the characters or as a concept, i even think its a pretty good tactic for topher to win joan's heart but ive always had that something's wrong, i can feel it bothering me in the back of my head an i couldnt figure out why until possibly now

cause like obviously it wasnt a flirting tactic, we all know that by now, and its also pretty obvious that NO ONE in the writting team gave topher friends out of the goodness of their hearts, nor because they like topher and want him to be happy and have peers to hang out with/be the leader of a group or whatever then WHYYYY WHY COULD THEY DO THAT THEN and well if topher has friends despite his social status and confucius ""doesn't"" then its confucius the one who's the loner loser, but you and i and anyone who watched the show know that aint the case :////

confucius is, objectivelly speaking, NOT a friendless loser. sure confucius doesnt see that/care about that cause its not the numbers on his social media but he does have friends, is relatively popular, at least he's well liked or people dont really hate him (unlike you know who) just because HE has an incorrect view of his social standing and doesnt value it as he should, doesnt mean he's correct about it. and he's not correct about it. damN

[idril-la-wiccan]

do you have any headcanons for Pointy Head Ghosts, Pac-wrolder hybrids or PAC-Walkers (which are PMATGA Wolfwalkers parodies)

Oh ! I didn't expect to get a PMATGA related ask. It's been a while since I posted anything related to that show.

Anyway, to answer your question : no, I didn't have any headcanons related to the Pointy Heads. Or at least, not about how their ghosts could look like or potential hybrids between Pointies and Pacworlders.

I don't think I really cared enough about the Pointy Heads to imagine anything about them... Except for one thing, which was itself based on the fact they are (or may be) inspired by one of the alien types in Space Invaders.

And, yeah. When looking at the bottom right ones, I can see how they could be based on these if it is the case.

So, by that logic, I once wondered "what about the other two alien species we see in that game ? What would they look like ?" Cue the following concept I made when I was in high school :

I think you can see what I was going for. I hadn't named them back then, but I believe "Flat Heads" and "Square Heads" should be appropriate.

I think a vaguely remember imagining they would be different species from the Pointies but, while not from the same planet, they all come from the same solar system. Hence similarities in their biology but different morphologies.

As for the wolfwalker thing, I didn't see the movie or the folk tales that inspired it so I can't really speak on it, but the idea is neat.

[toxictac]

A bit of a quick drawing, not much to say just wanted to draw a croptop lol

[pwettybbybunny]

Aventurine is the most tainted, insecure, broken, pathetic, suicidal, and mentally fucked bitch in the entire cast, lol. This man was meant for angst, not happy endings, never, he's my token hurt no/minimal comfort man,

Similarly, Sunday is just meant to be a yandere, i can never imagine this man to be normal, he to is fucked in head but in a more obsessive way. His need for power and control seeps in every aspect of his life. He needs everything to be perfect to be able to sleep at night, especially his relationship. Hence even in the most normal/non yandere coded scenario, he still remains borderline controlling, obsessive and demanding.

But, despite their differences both are the type to latch on the person they love, growing heavily dependent. Perhaps it be due the lack of a normal/healthy parental figure in their childhood or the lack of a normal family and companionship that's dependent on feelings and connections rather than merely transactional.

In the end they are both boys that craved to be genuinely loved and not be taken advantage of, and to be appreciated for who they truly are and not their facades.

Just in need of some true unadulterated love.

[divinesorciere]

@viikingwitch | continued from here.

              That's a thought Davina's been avoiding. Their loved ones, while the list is relatively small for them both ( as well as she knows ), do have a few overlaps. It's what she has always hated about fighting Mikaelsons. Until she broke that damned sireline, the lives of most of the people she loved were connected to that of her enemy.

              Even after it was broken, she was presented with a new problem. Kol's plans for Klaus had never once been to put him down permanently, not like how Davina always wanted to. For better or worse, no matter how much he used him and abandoned him when he was done, Klaus was Kol's brother, and he did love him. Even Marcel loved him. They all did, and she never understood why.

              She faces a similar dilemma, even now. What if she had wanted another fight? One to end things once and for all? With such a close circle of loved ones, lines would have to be drawn in the sand, and she was only truly confident about one person being on her side.

              And she never, ever wanted to force them to face Freya. As much as Davina isn't afraid ( will never admit to being afraid ) of them anymore, a part of her holds a healthy wariness around them all. They are old and powerful and cruel in a way that she probably isn't hopes she isn't.

              If she has to put down old grudges to keep herself, and her people safe, she will. From the surety with which Freya declared herself a protector, she would have to.

              There is still one thing that bothers her. “I don't get you. Why are you so willing to throw away your life, and everyone else's, to protect them?” Even still, there's a more personal question at the forefront of her mind, and has been for a while. “Are you gonna give up your magic to be a vampire and protect them for the rest of your life?”

[rickandrowling]

You know… It'd be great to fly.

I imagine the room had a thin still-water floor. Like a mirror.

Each step I take as I twirl and dance, hands and arms flowing however I want. Graceful. Ethereal.

Each step, a ripple. The water would never splash. Just circles in circles, ripple after ripple. It follows each and every step I take.

I imagine the shy sky. Perhaps it's night and the stars above were twinkling bright. Maybe blue or a colorless grey. The horizon is beyond wonder. Far, far away. Maybe I could paint the sky a pastel lavender. My favorite.

I wonder.

Would it be like Picasso or more like a watercolor painting?

All I'm sure of is that the sky is shy.

And I'm free to color it how I want.

Step. Step, turn, and reach my hand out. Softly, gracefully, carefully. Reach out to that figure in the distance.

Is it reaching?

Is he coming?

Oh.

It's faceless.

Just a figure wearing a suit.

He takes my hand.

It's soft. Warm. Gentle, yet firmly guiding me into this song and dance.

Again, I see the sky, light blue and sunless. I hear our steps echo in the water.

It sounds like a drop falling. Gentle.

Nice.

He twirls me. Lets go of my other hand; and twist and I spread my arms. Another turn and now I'm back in his arms.

I look up to his face.

Still empty.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Why not leave me in my fantasy?

Of flying, and leaving everything behind?

Why can't I just dance?

Is that too much to ask?

I'm so lonely.

Please hold me.

It's so dark. And it’s cold.

And I don't know where to go

The figure leads the dance. Whether it is to my death or a better life, perhaps I'll never know.

But I am ever so glad, though faceless, that you are here.

[inseparableduo]

WAH PLEASE DON'T HURT ME HERE HERE 💍💍💍 (I'm actively holding Drew and Noble together like Now Kiss)

Meme || Selective!

Andrew had been thinking about this for a while now. Noble desereved something great. something romantic. He may not have pictured his wedding day much but he had put a lot of thought into his purpousal. It was his one chance to catch his partner off guard and plan something romantic.

His twin was more then happy to help him pick out his ring. After all they both aggred that Noble desserved nothing but, the best. Not only that but, he deserved something that would only highlight his beauty. A nice cool silver for the band to help stand out and sompliment his complection. A clear blue to highlight his eyes. It was perfect. If it wasn't for his twin assuring him it was perfect he proubally would have taken longer to pick out a ring. Finding a new flaw in any he would have picked out. His nerves seeing any possible imperfection that could ever exist. A form of stalling his sister stopped him from.

After all he knew that he loved Noble. Ever single part of not ony him but, his alters too. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted to take care of them. He knew that so, what was he even waiting for? Really, she knew all the ways to cheer him up and encourgam him. Not ever letting him entrain the possiblity that they might say no.

He didn't have every little detail planned out but, he knew that he wanted to plan a romantic trip first. They had been planning to visit France for a while now and the entire time the box felt like a brick. Even when he had it statshed away in his suitcase. Anytime Noble grabbed something out of it for him his chest felt tight. What if he found it by accident? It didn't seem like he did and he thought about having it on him at all time but, what if it fell out of his pocket? What if he lost it?

With those anxieties in mind he carried the box with him very little. Doing his best to keep it hidden in his things but, some of his anxieties had started to show. Luckily, he could blame a lot of it on introducing Noble to his family. This was his first time intoducing anyone to his entire family. It could be tricky to get his sisters all together. Not only that but, they could be a bit overwhelming in their affection. He's been victim to it mulitple times.

They met his brother first who saw right through him immediately. Pulling him aside a little after dinner to ask what was wrong only to give him his own encouragment. Word spread fast between his sisters all giving knowing looks and cooing over Noble and saying how they were the perfect couple.

After their tour of seeing family was over and they had time to themselves again he finally gained the courage to pop the question so to speak. He picked a nicer restruant in the countryside and had planned to wait till after dinner to ask. Maybe he would take him out on a walk first? He put a hand in his pocket.

Tracing a small circle ontop of the box with his thumb as he thought it over only to be broken out of his thoughts by Noble. He didn't think much of it at first. Excepting him to ask for some help ordeing only for him to get down on one knee and pull out his own box.

He did his best to hold off his laughter before it was taken the wrong way. Only for him to be smiling so hard his cheecks hurt as he got down on one knee and pulled out his own box.

"It looks like we had the same idea tonight." He said, before pulling him into a kiss.

@tenfaceandthree

[satorurize]

Just some Gojo headcanons based on this post on @discogirlsclub page, and cause I miss him </3

part 2.

Gojo Satoru is the living, breathing example of fuck boy appearance with a loverboy personality.

Loverboy!Satoru tells you about how he gets around with his ever cocky smirk but feels his knees buck everytime you look into his eyes with a little more love in them

Loverboy!Satoru who swears he's not corny but then sneakily comes behind your back to cover your eyes and ask "guess who?"

Loverboy!Satoru who loses his "I don't give a fuck" attitude the minute you're not giving him the attention he wants and he's groveling and having his hand onto your waist all. the. time.

Loverboy!Satoru who stands by how good he's at flirting but yaps your ears off like a loser in front of you, all his skills in casual flirting going down the drain.

Loverboy!Satoru who gets pouty and dramatic like an idiot after you don't respond to his texts immediately, already yearning. (very unfortunate for the curses though who'll be the victims of his glum, dampened mood.)

Loverboy!Satoru who is the grossest, nastiest, freakiest person when he's in love but a literal pile of mush at the same time.

Loverboy!Satoru who sends a video of himself cumming at your service, as soon as you ask for it and he fists his cock while your name leaves his lips like a writ in a string of whimpers.

Loverboy!Satoru who'll eat your pussy until you're pushing him away with his cloudy white locks fisted in your hand, teary eyed and quivering thighs and he'll just look at you with a stupid pussy drunk grin on his face and pull away with a soft kiss on your clit and with a husky, "You're so sweet baby.."

Loverboy!Satoru who gives you the best aftercare, from gathering your hair up gently and putting them in a claw clip to picking you up princess style to settle you in the tub, pulling you against his chest as the warmth of the bath surrounds you both

Loverboy!Satoruwho settles on being the little spoon after the bath or buries his face into your tits after being the strongest all day.

No thoughts..just Loverboy Gojo Satoru..

[tamaytsuki]

I drew this some time ago and while looking through my drafts i thought: "hey, i should post this!". So here it is, Klance as Roommates (because this is a completely original idea that no one has ever done before).

Anyway, i could draw more of this AU, idk. I thought about turning this into a fic, but my writting is shit and my english is mediocre, so maybe not. *shrugs*

[maxv331]

✮ Pre-season with the Piastri's | Oscar Piastri (SMAU) ✮

Summary: A brief look into Oscars family during winter break

A/N: Okay so maybe i'm dumb but I found doing this harder than any writting i've ever done over the years (there have been a handful of previous blogs🤭) I'm so highly critical of this and think it's a bad smau but I persevered with it! but I'd love opinions and advice on any improvements! this is also possibly going to be apart of a dad!Oscar mini series, written and maybe smau's, if anyone interested, lmk what you think <3 ⋆˙⟡♡ part two

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ynuser | ⚲ Melbourne, Australia | tagged danielricciardo | 10/01/25

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user4871 THE SINGAPORE HELMET 😭😭

↳ user341 screaming crying throwing up

↳ user814 do we think Elle know how insane this is and how iconic that helmet is?!!

↳ ynuser I can confirm Elle loves "uncle Danny's special sparkly helmet" 🥰 She was trying to convince Osc to help her hide it so Daniel couldn't take it home 🫣😅

↳ user381 yn calling Oscar "Osc" gets me everytime while simultaneously making me think of Lando

user444 Elle's face in the last photo 🥺🧡

danielricciardo already missing my Ellygirl

↳ ynuser we miss you too!! 🫶🏻 She's already asking when we're going to see you again

user8116 DANIEL TOOK ELLE OUT ON HIS BIKE?! WAIT HOLD ON, DID DANIEL BUY HER A KART?!

↳ oscarpiastri He did! I thought yn was going to have a heart attack when Elle was begging to go faster 😂

charles_leclerc excusez-moi! Elle's uncle grandpa should have brought her first kart! i'm hurt @/oscarpiastri @/danielricciardo

↳ danielricciardo you snooze you lose leclerc 😎

danielricciardo added to their story | 10/01/25

oscarpiastri and ynuser liked two stories. replies

user331 OSCAR PROOF OF LIFE

user316 you're 12 years older than them, why are you calling them mum and dad 💀

ynuser | ⚲ Melbourne, Australia | tagged oscarpiastri | 22/01/25

liked by oscarpiastri, lando, charles_leclerc and others. ynuser Piastri girls race in pink 🩷 view all 889 comments

mclaren working on Elle's 2039 contract 😉

↳ ynuser 🙅‍♀️✋ back off admin, my heart can't handle both of them racing

user921 PIASTRI GIRLS?! Is yn telling us they got married????

↳ user554 I came to say the same thing!!

↳ user333 They have to be right??? Elle's almost 4 and they've been together forever, IT MAKES SENSE RIGHT

↳ ynuser Oops, sorry! *Piastri's girls 😉 ♥︎ liked by oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri My beautiful talented girls 🧡

↳ ynuser we love you, thank you for our beautiful family and life together 🩷

lando Elle chose number 4 for her kart because of uncle Lando right?

↳ lewishamilton Nah mate, she chose 4 for 44

↳ danielricciardo I meannnn I think 3 would be high on her list of numbers to pick from

↳ charles_leclerc 16 for her uncle grandpa Charles makes a much better pick in my opinion

↳ francolapinto 43 would've been better 😉

↳ ynuser sorry gentlemen, in Ellybellys words she chose 4 because "I'm almost 4, duh!" 😅🫣

↳ oscarpiastri If she's racing under anyone's number, it's going to be mine c'mon guys

user456 Not the grid arguing over Elle's racing number 💀

user221 YN GETTING TO JUST CASUALLY SAY PIASTRI'S GIRLS, GOD WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

ynuser added to their story | 26/01/25

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user441 where are you going???

user455 Is Oscar testing already??

lando Can't wait to see you! Safe travels

↳ ynuser thank you see you soon!!

Alexandrasaintmleux | ⚲ Barcelona, Spain | tagged ynunser | 1/02/25

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ynuser loml 🥰💞

↳ oscarpiastri Uh... Babe?

↳ ynuser look away baby, you don't need to see this

↳ charles_leclerc yn please stop trying to steal my girlfriend

↳ ynuser how about you stop stealing my girlfriend Charlie

user338 Two pretty bestfriends

user321 @/oscarpiastri @/Charles_Leclerc can you fight 🥵

↳ charles_leclerc Yes. ♥︎ liked by Alexandrasaintmleux

↳ Oscarpiastri Yes. ♥︎ liked by ynuser

iamrebeccad Gorgeous gorgeous girls, I miss you both 🥰

↳ Alexandrasaintmleux we miss you too beautiful ❤️

oscarpiastri | ⚲ Barcelona, Spain | 2/02/25

liked by ynuser, McLaren, Lando, Nicolepiastri and others. Oscarpiastri Tyre testing... I was threatened to post these... 📸 ynuser view all 2,987 comments

ynuser Oscar Jack Piastri! don't lie, i didn't threaten you to post these, i just strongly encouraged you to post them

ynuser my man, my man, my mannnn 🙂‍↕️🥵 ♥︎ liked by oscarpiastri

user222 not yn thirsting in the comments too

user566 everyone say thank you yn 👏

mclaren Can we get @/ynuser on staff as a photographer?

↳ ynuser I'm very expensive and will play favourites, otherwise you've got yourself a deal admin 🤝

↳ mclaren We'll be in touch to negotiate contracts

ynuser added to their story | 3/02/25

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user456 Safe travels yn

user823 this is so F3 & F2 ynoscar coded

user889 🥺😓 being apart must he horrible, hope you're reunited soon ❤️‍🩹

oscarpiastri I miss you already, promise me you aren't going to cry the entire flight home

↳ oscarpiastri I love you

↳ oscarpiastri Four weeks is gonna be rough but it'll fly by, call me when you get home

↳ ynuser i miss you so much

↳ ynuser i cannot make any promises in these treaterous conditions

↳ ynuser i love you ❤️

Oscarpiastri added to their story | 5/02/25

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ynuser I MISS YOU

↳ oscarpiastri I miss you too, give Elle a big hug and kiss for me

↳ ynuser quit your job and come home

↳ oscarpiastri I think Elle would kill me if I quit 😅

↳ ynuser okay you make a good point

↳ ynuser we're so hot, why'd you have to post this when i'm 10,000 miles away

↳ oscarpiastri I think you mean, you're so hot, I'm barely in it

↳ ynuser i think Elle needs a little sibling 🤭 ♥︎ liked by oscarpiastri

↳ oscarpiastri Call me

user456 OSCAR POSTING SOMETHING SCANDALOUS

user912 I too would use yn to sell my merch

lando Kinda racy for you Oscar, who corrupted you?!

↳ oscarpiastri I was 20 when we had Elle, I'm hardly just now being "corrupted" Lando 😂 Did you forget us telling you how "scandelous" yn's pregnancy was at the time?

ynuser | ⚲ Barcelona, Spain | tagged Oscarpiastri, Alexandrasaintmleux, Lando, Lewishamilton | 7/02/25

liked by oscarpiastri, Lando, danielricciardo, alexandrasaintmleux and others. ynuser Barcelonaaa you were so good 🇪🇸 view all 1,982 comments

lando Mum and dad 🧡 ♥︎ liked by ynuser

↳ ynuser Lando we love you but you're older than us 😅

↳ lando Do you or do you not bring snacks to races for me like you do with Elle?

↳ ynuser i had do! you kept eating all of Elle's!

↳ lando Doesn't matter. Still counts. Elle's my little sister now

↳ oscarpiastri Lando how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me dad 🤦‍♂️

↳ lando 🙄 FINE, mum and Osc

↳ user777 Why does it strangely make sense Lando is their grownup kid 🤣🤣 I'm imagining Lando just reverting back to a kid with them and not using his brain

lando Thanks for finally taking a good pic of me!!!

oscarpiastri Beautiful! Gorgeous! LOML! My wife! (did I do it right?)

↳ ynuser not exactly but A+ for effort! 🤩❤️ i love you

↳ Alexandrasaintmleux My wife, Oscar, not yours

↳ Alexandrasaintmleux Gorgeous girl 💞 ♥︎ liked by ynuser

user888 Call me crazy but I lowkey think they're dropping marriage hints 👀

↳ user444 Ur crazy girl

↳ user222 WAIT NO you might be onto something!!! yn has been called wife a lot reccently

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮    a/n So i gave up towards the end because I felt likt it focused on too short of a time frame for my inital idea but I just wanted this out of my brain, go easy on me pls <3

[azlrse]

➳ 10 years later (a sol brugmansia x gn!spouse!reader drabble)

cw: yandere themes, mentions of murder & injuries (in the past), themes of obsession and possessiveness, mc and sol had a kid together (consensually & can be depicted as biological/adopted), ooc!sol (writing him for the first time), domestic au, overall fluff w/ a bit of angst

a/n: there's only a few fics of sol from tkatb vn and im a bit disappointed ngl so imma contribute (and planning on writting for tkatb hehe). but pls note that this game is for adults (18+) only and respect the creator's wishes in terms of playing the game (minors stay away plss)

"papa.." a small voice snapped the thoughts of sol as he stared into the painting he created a decade ago; a painting whom he considered as a masterpiece, a memorabilia and serves as a core memory of his entire life. sol's head turned downward and saw his own daughter raising her hands indicating that she wants to get some upsies. (e/c) colored eyes stared at his reddish ones, now soften as he picks up the little girl from the ground. "yes, munchkin?" sol replied to hazel, her little fingers pointing at the figure next to her father.

his head turned to see what, or whom rather, his little girl is pointing towards. "who's the person next to you?" he stared your portrait next to him, dressed in an all white attire while holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots and a brugmansia flower is seen on the top of your head as a gleaming smile is shown on the portrait.

the same portrait he painted all those years ago.

he looks at hazel, an awestruck smile is seen on his face. "that's your mama/dada. they're looking majestic and radiant, aren't they?" the little girl nodded in return, jumping within his arms as if to express on what her father is saying is true all along. "mama/dada is indeed radiant! like a shooting star passing through the sky!" sol let out a soft chuckle at his daughter's answer.

that remind of sol about someone, where are you anyway?

just as he is about to ask hazel on where you are, the door opened revealing his precious spouse, carrying loads of paper bags from the trip to the grocery store. hazel quickly jumped off from her father and quickly clinged into your leg. "mama/dada, you're home!!" she squeaked and giggled as you continuously walked into the kitchen whole carrying what you've bought an hour ago. "hazel, watch it or you might hit your head on the ground." you said out of concern, placing the bags on the counter quickly and carried your daughter into your arm, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"no kisses for me?" sol teasingly asked while giving you a pouty face. "of course, you deserve one too, dear." putting down hazel on the ground, you quickly leaned in and kissed him on the lips and felt a pair of hands on your waist, pulling you closer towards his black tank top. hazel let's out a gag, trying to separate the both of you from your declaration of love from one another. "that's disgusting!" hazel exclaimed, pulling her father off of you. "I want more kisses mama/dada!!" you laughed from the commotion that took place in front of you.

"one day, you'll be just like this with someone you truly love, zel." you spoke, still clinging into your husband's arm. "don't wanna, that's disgusting." hazel replied, pouting as her arms crossed in between her chest. her father shrugged and proceeded to place a kiss on your cheek. "who knows," sol said, staring directly at you. "you may find someone whom you considered as a soulmate, like your mama/dada here."

your eyes widen a bit from being flustered, slapping his arm lightly. "oh hush you, you never failed to make me like this even after 10 years of marriage." a laugh emitted from the both of you as hazel continuously pouted from her parents answer. the sound of laughter faded away from his ears and only what's left is the sound of ringing. from the inner depths of sol's mind, he will never forget how far he can go for him to obtain this domestic life.

all the bloodshed..

his possessiveness..

the smell of iron and the familiar grip of a sharp object..

obsession and greed to keep (m/c) all to himself..

and all thanks to that, he obtained the family he always wanted, a family that is far more different than his. no abuse, no bruises or harm is present within his little family. just you, his precious pumpkin and his little munchkin.

he hopes that you'll never know the truth on what happened to crowe. who knows? maybe he went on another country to pursue his master's or doctorate? or perhaps also having a family of his own and awaiting for his message to meet his children.

or is it??

final a/n: named the daughter 'hazel' since it's associated with autumn and pumpkins (the endearment sol referring to the player), couldn't picked a better name i apologize :'>>

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[squiddy-god]

kiss me till my lips fall off

Malleus x reader.

Honestly i have been slowly consumed by twst once again, and i fully believe that malleus deserves to be written like a gothic novel so hear is yet another overly describes malleus fic for your enjoyment. This is inspired by the song “kiss me til my lips fall off” by lebanon hangover 

Cw : desperate malleus, he's weird (what's new), reader is the prefect, king! Malleus, set after the main story. Reader is gn

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Iron would scorn him less than such torment. The ache of your absence weighs heavy on a heart so fragile, so paper thin embers of affection set it to burn. Why? The warm ghost of your touch fills his mind slowly drop by drop until it is flooded with the memory of you. Yes, his mind, a solitary tower constructed to protect his fragile heart and blackened by the flames of his ire. Set against the pricking, twisting, gnarled thorns of bramble it stands alone against the torrent of thoughts. Thoughts of you. 

You have cursed him, this fowl curse of longing that grips him. Cold chains that bind his wrist to stone, an iron ring that sears his skin like a brand against his very soul, a simple kiss shared so very long ago…so close yet inexplicably far from his perceived reach, his child of man, his friend. Stone walls cold and smooth to the touch surround him as he perches upon his throne. Tall and imposing, consisting of sharp spikes and spires, two identical seats sit side by side. One remains untouched and empty. Black silky upholstery illuminated by the green flames of the wall sconces bringing out every crevice of the throne. It mocks him, the empty seat. A pitiful reminder of the loneliness that looms over him. 

Rain patters against the lancet windows, running across the patterns and peaks carved into the stone and set with glass. The woven banners of emerald and deep tekhelet violet seem to shake as lightning traces across the storm ridden skies. The sun has not yet graced the skies, not yet bathed the mountain snow in the blankets of pink and cream hues that kiss the castle at dawn. The jagged black peaks, like talons and claws, remain ever cold and glossy in the night as it cradles the briar valley. This knowledge does nothing to quell his restless mind, already driven far too frantic by your absence within the walls of his castle. His long cape drags behind him, the only sound that echoes through the high ceilings. Muscles tugging his face to a grin, his unnatural green eyes crinkle at their edges gleaming with mirth. 

Surely lilia would agree with him? That this cloying ache in his heart needs to be soothed, that only your presence by his side would suffice in placating these memories of you. Yes, the man would simply chuckle at such a sight, perhaps remark on the childish nature of such night time activities with a wiggle of his brow before taking his leave. So he lurks there in the treeline before your cottage. The simple structure with its charming thatched roof reminiscent of a fairytale, the thought brings a smile to his cold lips. He is no knight returning from war to his love nor is he a prince taken by your charm. He is a shadow, an ever present entity that haunts the steps behind you…yet you welcome him where others flee, and so he is no monster. He is a king, and he thinks for a hopeful moment that you will see that is close enough to the princes of fairy tales. With a strike of lightning caressing the skies above he is by your bedside peering at your sleeping form with those gleaming eyes. 

A single memory replays in his head, spinning endlessly to the same tune, a perpetual music box that mocks his beating tender heart. You stand amongst glittering lights, candles in their intricate gold stands and chandeliers, the gleaming pearls on your attire reflect beautifully in the light, and while your visage is obscured by the mask fastened to our face you are no less captivating. Every spin, every twirl, every misstep is engraved in his mind. The memory is written on every stone of the tower that is his mind. 

I've spent a million days, I've had many darker days.

I’ve tried everything to block out the pain.

But it just seems to haunt me in every possible way. 

The outfit for the masquerade is ill fitting, the result of it being lent by noble bell collage, the colors and patterns that make up its rich embroidery depict flowers and intricate details. Your hand rests in his outstretched palm and he leads you to dance…it feels so distant now, a sweet memory bathed in regret over what he could have said.

He remembers how warm your lips were. He remembers the inquisitive leap in his heart and how he ceased to think or breath as such an innocent gesture overtook him. He had already been hopelessly and irrevocably in love, yet to describe love as anything other than an endless pit where one is forever falling deeper into fathomless depths would be a sin upon itself. He marvels at the goosebumps that arise on your skin at his chilled touch, his slender fingers ghosting over your arms feather light like all those years ago. Without further hesitation he gathers you in his arms, the white fabric of your sleepwear pools around your form like water. The cotton is thin and ghostly against the inky black expanse of his chest and own clothing. Malleus takes care to note your exposed legs, you would be warm soon enough. And all that is left in his wake is the gentle glow of fireflies and an empty bed.

The heel of his shoes clicked against the smooth tile and stone of the long expansive halls until he was met with the imposing wooden doors that lead into the throne room. He would allow himself this one indulgence, a small prize for being so good. He was entranced, even in such simple sleep wear you looked ethereal in the low light. He walked with purpose in his stride as his legs carried him closer to the very twin thrones that mock him. With a sense of reverence he placed you down where you belonged. Your limp body settles into the cold throne and melts into its surprising plush feel…you are a vision bestowed unto him, a beauty in sleep and a proteus jewel in your waking hours. 

Do you dream of him sweetly now? As you sit on the throne besides his own where you have always been meant to sit? So you dream of those sweet memories as he does? His head rests in your lap, careful to not disturb you with the curve of his horns. One hand trails devoutly against your calf as the other reaches towards your tilted head and cheek. 

Perhaps this is some divine moment of weakness, perhaps the tower in its eternal and solitary expanse has come crumbling down to expose his fragile heart to you. An uncharacteristic cowardice battles the possessive intensity of his longing as he whispers to you those words he longed to let slip years ago. 

“Kiss me till my lips fall off”

“Kiss me till I start to rot”

“Kiss me till kingdom come…”

“Forever…forever…”

He repeats it quietly, relentlessly, endlessly until the mantra dissolves into a desperate plea in his throat. Begging and hoping that one day you will embrace him sweetly, kiss him endlessly as he so desires. In his stupor he had not noticed how your eyes fluttered open at his touch, how you sat stunned into a breathless halt and he whispered those desperate cloying words to you in the comfort of your resumed slumber. 

“Kiss me till my lips fall off”

“Kiss me till I start to rot” 

“Kiss me till kingdom come”

“Forever… forever…” 

But as you breathed once again your hands found their way to his hair. Stroking through the soft black tresses and caressing the slopes of his horns, he finds himself captivated by your eyes and their beautiful hue. This is truly where you belong, he thinks, next to him on this throne, next to him in the expanse of his bed and in his arms. So he rises to his imposing height and dwarfs your form in the shadowy expanse of his presence.

Your lips are so soft, so gentle against his own he can hardly pull himself from the sensation enough to return your kiss with fever akin to a burning pyre. He would rot in your arms if it meant he never had to break away from you, he would kiss you until the walls of his mind crumble into sand and the bramble blooms with white flowers if only another second spent with you.