#types something on their phone

[neutralitymybeloved]

When you're reading Ao3 in a public space and someone notices you and asks, "Is that fanfiction?"

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

[ghost-proofbaby]

can y’all imagine sending one of those things where a girl texts her man about having a bad day or wanting coffee or something and he replies by sending her an insane amount of money (like $100+) to eddie, and just being like “why don’t you ever do this for me? 😐” as a joke

and then the man just sends you one (1) fucking dollar.

and when you’re like “REALLY??? A DOLLAR???” he just goes “I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME IM BROKE”

it would become an inside joke, him randomly sending you the smallest amounts of money possible and just going “buy yourself something nice 😏” or “don’t spend this all at once baby” to be a little shit

god i love eddie munson

[just-null]

jay u NEED to draw more ino

PLS I BEG YOU HES SO HGHGHGH IN YOUR STYLE...

he's pretty cute!

even his underlying jealousy is pretty cute in how he asks because he goes right back to wanting to know everything about you and your day!

[love-3-crimes]

hms doodles!! but i thought it would be more fun to draw other people's designs!!

designs belong to @charamuscadmango @misternibbs @synthshenanigans

(hope u don't mind the tags lol)

[blitzwhore]

And concerning the "no matter what in this world i could give" line from LMW. Stolas has literally NOTHING left to give now, and NOW is the time Blitz starts letting himself love Stolas.

“I’m sorry,” Stolas murmurs one night as Blitzø sets a bowl of soup in front of him at the table. “I… I don’t know how I can ever repay you for taking me in. For everything you’re doing for me. I have nothing left to give. I’m… I’m really sorry, Blitzø.”

“What—” Blitzø blinks, setting his own bowl at his side of the table and watching Stolas carefully. “Stolas, what in hell makes you think you have to repay me?”

Stolas just shrugs, averting his gaze when Blitzø sits down in front of him.

But Blitzø doesn’t let it slide, instead stretching out a leg to rub his foot against Stolas’.

“Hey,” he says lowly, and waits until Stolas chances a glance up at him to add, “I’m glad to have you here. You know that, right?”

Stolas’ eyes widen a bit, so easy to read now that his pupils are always visible.

When Stolas doesn't say anything, Blitzø gulps. His voice breaks just slightly when he says a small, “I… I’ve really missed you. Since… You know.” He bites his lip. “I really thought I’d lost you. And then at court… When I realized what you were doing—realized I hadn’t lost you, but I was about to, I…”

And then he can’t continue, suddenly choked up by unexpected tears.

He breathes past the worst of it, but a single tear slips out as he softly admits that, “I don’t ever want to lose you again.”

“You… missed me?” Stolas asks, voice so low, as if he barely dares to believe what he’s just heard.

“So fucking much,” Blitzø says with a little, choked-up laugh. “You have no idea.” He takes a sip of his soup, just on the edge of being too hot to drink. “All those things you said at the party… I don’t know if you even remember, you were wasted as shit, but…”

Stolas nods slightly. “I… have some recollection of it, yes.” He blushes. “Sorry about that. I must’ve been quite the unbecoming sight.”

“No, I—” Blitzø sighs. Breathes in slowly, and says what he’s been too afraid to say for far too long. “Stolas, I care. I care if you stay or go.” He bites his lip. “You said you wanted someone to look at you, a-and think—you’re the only one I want. And I couldn’t help but look at you and feel… Well.” He doesn’t try to hold back the sheepish smile that tugs at his lips. “That.”

He’s pretty sure Stolas is about to cry, his hand shaking slightly where it’s resting on the table by his spoon.

“I—” Stolas’ voice breaks. He tries again, voice tiny. “I didn’t mean just anyone when I… said those things.”

And then he’s looking Blitzø right in the eyes, his ankle pressing against Blitzø’s with a nervous urgency, like he needs Blitzø to understand.

And he does understand. He hadn’t then, but he does now.

He reaches out and rests his hand on top of Stolas’, because it won’t stop shaking and he really needs Stolas to know everything is okay.

“I know,” he says softly as Stolas twines their fingers together. “And I want to be with you. And hold you. And do all those things you mentioned. I... I wanted to hold you that night too, but I just—I was so sure you’d be better off without me,” he softly admits.

“Never,” Stolas says, no trace of hesitation in his voice. “I could never be better off without you.”

And then they’re both smiling, and Blitzø is pretty sure that���s another tear sliding down his cheek. But it’s okay, because Stolas is tearing up, too, and maybe that’s just what they both need. A little, cathartic cry and some warm soup to go with it.

"The feeling is mutual, birdie," Blitzø murmurs, then wipes the wetness from his cheek. He gives Stolas’ hand a squeeze before letting go. “Now come on, eat. Don’t want your soup to go cold.”

Stolas takes a sip, and Blitzø does the same, warmth spreading in his chest like soft balm. A warmth that has just as much to do with the soup as it does with Stolas. With his smile, his ruffled feathers; with the vulnerability and the love in his eyes. And with the way their ankles stay pressed together under the table as they eat in silence, soft but firm, tentative yet certain.

They've got each other now.

No matter what comes their way, they're going to be okay.

(On AO3)

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: (temporary) piercing / ]

AU starts here!

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I’d imagine Cassandra wouldn’t make a big deal out of Leo’s newfound abilities tbh

And yes, she is in fact wearing her full fight ensemble under her clothes tyvm

Bonus:

[crybaby-bkg]

I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

[toxintouch]

apéritif - an alcoholic beverage usually served before a meal to stimulate the appetite, it is usually dry or acidic rather than sweet. The word comes from the Latin aperire, "to open". ✦Vere x Oracle MC. ("They" Pronouns, no other identifiers used.) A little spice, but nothing above a T Rating. Other warnings? Joyful overuse of dashes & en-dashes. ✧𓁺 What, pray tell, can an Oracle offer a god? <- Previous: Deicide (both can be read completely separate) ✦Read on AO3

VERE: Apéritif

The alleyways are eerily silent. Absent is the telltale shuffling of human gangs awaiting unknowing stragglers, the skittering of Soulless and the fluttering whispers of many still worse horrors. All silent — silenced.  Quieted by the apex predator.  Such lower beings are easily subdued, hunger and greed and blood lust waylaid by want of self preservation.  Only the sound of their own breathing singing off the stone walls greets them as they tear down Eridia’s winding streets.

Their feet ache with every bound and twist, tendons protesting each abrupt turn, each sudden swerve.  Their survival hinges on their ability to remain unpredictable: their ability to foresee and adapt.  Their foe is faster, stronger.  He knows every inch of the city.  Their only chance is to anticipate him, steal seconds from the future and hope that mere seconds are enough.

Their mind swims, vision a blur of colors and noise – not just from lack of oxygen but from the strain of forcing their powers to the limit.  Tracing the hum of danger: barely visible, shadow-fast, oppressive—

The world spins and slows.  They hold tight to their adrenaline, fighting to stay just one step–only half a step, now–ahead.  They struggle harder; fight to pinpoint the immediate threat instead of finding themself lost in the tide of beating hearts and ticking clocks,  a single drop of water hitting the surface of a vast expanse of red...  Fluttering feathers and a sound too acerbic and pervasive to be music, a single solitary note: screeching, sorrowful and

Hot breath at the nape of their neck;

 a salivating, gaping maw.

They gasp, breath fleeing their hollow chest.  It echoes back to them, bouncing unnaturally off the wide streets of the Amaryllis District like a taunt.  They’re too open, they realize – exposed.  A scurrying prey animal, small thing that he gazes upon from—

They turn down the length of an alleyway lined in red lanterns and they feel him looming closer, stalking the spaces in between flickers of lamplight.

His eyes, glowing–from the right–an imprint of a future they can find behind their eyelids.

So they turn left, shadows passing over them as they fit into the narrow space between two buildings.  It’s a risk, but it’s all they have left.

The cramped space is more an alcove than a passageway, but they can feel—if not see—an exit.  

They force their breath down their throat, inching quietly, feeling along the walls with bandaged hands, grounding themself to this place and time, asking the city to open its hidden doors for them.

Five more steps and they find themselves deposited at an impasse.

The alcove widens into a four way split.  North, south, east and west.

They freeze, rabbit hearted.  Their shoes stutter an awful protest as they jerk towards one direction, then the other, searching through possibilities in their mind.  Each path is screaming danger–no viable future–no possible escape–  

But they were so certain, they know they felt…

Too late.

Too long spent debating, making an unwinnable choice, pursuing once last empty gamble.

The shadows flicker and blur, dancing and boiling.  The deafening silence is severed, sliced through by fiendish fox laughter.  Animal cackling juxtaposed against their panting breaths, a discordant melody.

Adrenaline rushes them, hot in their bloodstream, beckoning their feet forwards for one last sprint.

He's on them all at once.

Vicious.  All teeth and heat and bite, devouring their air and their struggle in one fell swoop.  He swallows their gasping breath, tongue scalding against their night chilled lips as he chases the remnants of a scream.

His body is between their knees, arms around the back of their thighs, claws digging into supple flesh, lifting them.  Their back meets the wall as he presses them into it, his dangerous mouth descending.

It’s like being consumed.  Heat and haze and ravenous gluttony.  Each kiss bleeds into the next, teeth at their throat when they have to catch their breath, searing marks into their skin—a deliberately bestowed collar, something to match his own.   Clever lips—clever tongue.

The adrenaline in their blood twists, dips lower and settles in their core.  Their lips part around a pitchy, desperate little noise that makes him chuckle.

They laugh back, arching their back to luxuriate in the feeling of him thrumming against them like a second pulse.  There’s hedonism and revelry in this game of theirs—a dizzying concoction that mixes with the instinctual fear.  Kerosene pouring down their throat, stoking the flames of some heretofore hidden appetite.

He swallows their screams and their laughter the same.  Ravenous.  Savoring.  

A little blood, a little death.  Satisfaction for an instinct they can’t quite find the flavor of.

"Hmmm, you certainly are much more fun to chase these days."  He hums.  It's as close to a genuine compliment as they've come to expect from Vere.  “You work on that stamina a little more and you might even start to satisfy me.”  They huff, hands scrabbling at the wall for leverage – leverage; the word presses itself into their mind, insistent – and he watches them with eyes narrowed in amusement as they wrap their calves around his body and sink their teeth into his lip.

Repayment in kind.

(They wonder if it will be enough.)

[vellichorsdesire]

having your first times for a lot of things with your f/o(s) or vice versa, from first dates & ‘i love yous’ to seemingly little things like the first time you stand up for the other when they’re not around, or the first time you open up about something and realizing you truly can rely on them, and so much more firsts yet to be fulfilled yet none of you realize…

[theywontletmebeprincipal]

cpds. to me

[ao3screenshotss]

[foursaints]

Figure ice skater regulus?? What do you think

if regulus were given complete freedom over his life i imagine that he would have become a figure skater or ballet dancer!! some type of artistic precision sport like that

figure skater regulus & ice hockey james is always a brilliant AU… it’s the 2018 winter olympics in pyeongchang and james has the hotel room directly underneath regulus. he seduces him by throwing candy bars & love letters up onto his balcony.

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #35

5/11/2024

[lalunanymph]

rin, who finds out you’re pregnant way before you do bc he has ur entire cycle calendar synced onto his phone