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𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 smell of blood fills the caverns of his nostrils , so sickeningly dry , sweet , & metallic . the scent stems into the receptors of his nasal cavities , triggering the nerve - ending bundles of his brain . hard - wired on the lustful desire for more . his tongue pokes out [ ; ] breathy & hot , lapping up the dry tasting airs of ionian summers . such heat was irritable & ignited his fists to keep thrashing down without recoil . in a feverish want for more , hands dolled up in a fresh pelt of crimson [ ; ] webbed in fine sticky strings that thin the more he expands the gaps of his digits , he slowly retracts his form .
a bit of it encrusts between the divots of his knuckle duster , outlining the cracks of teeth that layer the jutting maw of the wolverine . it’s crimson eye socket hollow & gleaming back at him .
❝ BOSS — ! get ‘yer head outta the clouds !! you’ve finished him — !! ❞
get my head outta the clouds … but his fists still throbbed beneath crimson excretions , it burned with a stringent desire [ ; ] 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . the pads of his fingers were embedded with gold , pulsating with what he assumed were his old blood’s power . it became so concentrated in matter , it sticks to the bulbs of his eyes & hair , all he could see was in fact white . his nose suffocated with an overwhelming sense of fresh 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 .
❝ don’t give me orders , boss knows what he’s doin’ . i ain’t a guy with a nut for a head … right ? ❞ jutting fangs rest comfortably against his bottom lip , hair sprouting chin coated in saliva . perhaps he was drooling . his body felt hot [ ; ] it wasn’t from ionia’s sweltering hot season , no . he felt overstimulated . pushed to his limits .
he crushes sounds that threaten to leave his gullet , sinking huffs & grunts beneath his blood soaked molars . his vision blinks , color infusing through the mask of white that glazes over his eyes .
his sternum felt like it had become stretched , along with the seven ridges that barricaded his vital organs . it was a painful shot that scorched up his tailbone , his expanded fingers gripping at the air for anything to grab onto . a guttural hiss seethes through his teeth , finding his attempts thwarted . a pair of wide hands strapped him in place against bodies , meant to stop him . keep him tamed . 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 .
❝ snap out of it boss . you’ve won . ❞
a deeper feminine voice touched his ears & there’s a stiff shift of his jaw . his brain tried as hard as it might to link this voice to a face . his molten flesh felt entombed against a rough surface , it was cool but it was large . he couldn’t move at all . his arteries felt clogged as a hand mounted against his wide neck , stifling his attempts at even biting . not that he was going to anyway .
his vision continues to blink & spiral into a series of dismantling colorful images . there was a mound of red at the center , surrounded by a heavily saturated surrounding . his pit … that’s right . he was in the ring . he was 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 on account of a greater ticket being cashed in . awaiting sacks of coin to spill it’s impregnated canvases over his desk .
wait he —- won ? she said … he won . his enclosed limbs slowly were dispelled of the heat , his magic , & became turmoiled with pain & exhaustion . ❝ wait … really ? ❞ he rasped out to her , so hushed , so ingrained with spent resources . she mimics her reply with a belated hum . ❝ i got you , settrigh . the bouts have already dispersed the crowd … you got your pay . nobody seen what has happened . ❞
so much for that … sett would delegate his workers , making sure there are enough big bodies guarding the profits , while he prepares for a jam - packed audience ‘ hankering for blood . ‘ who was he not to give his blood - thirsty customers of his a deserved show ? no matter the gore behind it . but if it was enough to draw even his trusted to thwart him , this won’t be a pretty sight for old eyes .
❝ be honest with me , farhozi … what’s the damage to that crooked fella ? ❞
❝ about as dead as the croonies you’ve slaughtered in the past . but you’ve ripped into him , despite his passing . damn near unrecognizable . ❞ she replies . ❝ well … more just a sack of meat than recognizable . ❞
❝ fuckin’ hell … ❞
❝ you might want to get ‘yerself cleaned up before filing up those papers for the deceased . ❞ she advised . sett scrunches his nose & scoffs .
❝ yeah … just give me a sec’ , will ‘ya ? ❞ once he stated this , his body had finally been freed . blood smearing on his face as his palms rubbed the plates of his rugged face . his vision finally gets back at him , reading his environment & deducing visible information .
that red mound could be depicted as an obscene distortion of gore [ ; ] gristle broke through flesh & marrow sticks upwards , completely disregarding it’s original purpose or shape . sett couldn’t even make out what belonged to what in the skeleton . entrails are flattened & pasted against the ring’s floor , thick pink innards caved in with shapes of his brass knuckles . chunks of the scalp with specks of black hair loiter about with the flecks of blood splattered a bit of a distance away .
❝ shit … did i really do that ? ❞
farhozi sniffs at him , wiping her thumb against her nose . ❝ in all my years of being a professional pit contender , this is the most gruesome thing yet . ❞
#𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲... 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS.#drabble#gore.#sett ic.#tmi.#4 day long writing of sett being a criminal#you know indulgent things
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my hof was born to be a griffon rider, if they could've given him a griffon at the start of dao the blight would've been over in a week
#ailill mahariel#zevran arainai#dragon age#my ocs#my art#they PURR#by the way#in case you didn't know#just one of the many cruel ironies of his life that he would've made a perfect griffon rider and probably would've been much happier#and more enthusiastic abt the whole grey warden thing if he wasn't ~20 years too early for griffons#this is purely self indulgent content lmao it’s been all oc hours all the time lately BUT i made rly good progress on wyll’s reclass#over the weekend and im rly pleased w how it’s going so hoping to finish that soon :)c
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chat i dont think i can explain this one
#i wanted to do a clothes-swap with all three (yall know who) but then i ran out of juice DFGHJD#why did i learn how to draw if not to make things that are self-indulgent and caters only to me#and sometimes you wanna dress em up like little dolls DFGHJD#dungeon meshi#chilchuck tims#sunnysidedraws#sunnysidedoodles#sunnysidemeshi#described#id in alt text
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
#it's such an ugly word but like. self-pleasure is good‚ actually#it's good to know yourself and what you like and lovingly treat yourself to it!#like similarly 'meretricious' is extremely tempting if you ignore the underlying metaphor#but. hard to.#language#and quite frankly i think people who whip out 'masturbatory' in this sneering sort of way#are leveraging‚ if we're honest with ourselves‚ a particular framing of it as a gross thing that boys do#because like. when have you ever heard a *woman's* self-indulgent art described as masturbatory#like don't get me wrong we absolutely still dismiss it! but we dismiss it in other ways#that are usually about how embarrassing her *yearning* is#and so even our sneering is reinforcing an idea that men Act whereas women Feel#anyway this was prompted by some things but i shoved it in the queue so now i forget what lol#so here you are getting some contextless thoughts on the use of 'masturbatory' as sneering dismissive assessment!#just what you were hoping for i'm sure :)
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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...
the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin
this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.
you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.
also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.
⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!
⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
#the economy and my bank account are in shambles and i ended up stress drawing this whole thing in one go#its so many lines. the next time i draw this. because i will be revisiting this composition. i want to use a different inking brush#i think. but the next time i draw this it will be with solid blacks on the stair case steps i think#hey here's a fun fact for those of you who aren't catholic. did you know that kissing the ring of the pope/a cardinal/etc#grants you an indulgence. cardinals also used to kiss the pope on the mouth. also foot and hand iirc. anyway#there are no cardinals in this drawing but im saying if you write medieval/renaissance smut about men of the cloth#you can really amp up the friction between holy and seductive with a lot of the (gestures vaguely) that.#actually another fun fact about cardinals. their fun sun hat (it's called a galero) has some fucking weird as hell fever dream (literally)#origin lore. so if seductive isn't your thing. the horror of a thing that you wear is also extremely fun#esp when you get into medieval gender performances of clothes and how they define a person etc#generic medieval tag#original tag
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✦ 2023 summary of art ✦
#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumblr#own art#own characters#yea you can sort of tell when this train got derailed#there's pre and post Vasco 2023#the good thing is I've been more productive this year than in past 5+ years combined#haven't had this much fun drawing in ages I hope it shows at least in some way or another#unless something really drastic happens I'll probably continue along this trajectory for a while#I might reach a saturation point eventually but there's no way of knowing when that'll happen#so I'm just going to try to make the most of this intense and self-indulgent oc art period#your feedback and support mean a lot to me I hope this year will be as good as 23#thank you for bearing with me#the missing month is March I didn't post a single thing in March#cw blood#blood#cw gore#gore#cw head injury#head injury
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The gender thing ever <3 she has so many complexes
#hoof draws#hoofology#idk. self indulgent again#this one's close to heart tho#abt the whole thing of like. not knowing how others perceive you vs how you actually are#i have so many thoughts abt baby ginger <3 she's everything to me#Ginger....#more abt. being half sheep & half cow means she doesn't really fit in anywhere
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I actually think Dorian and Orym should fight more.
Remember when their slowly building tension over and entire episode (full of passive aggressive remarks and blame throwing) led to threats? And how after, Orym thanked Dorian for handing over the crown sadly because he knew Dorian would be mad at him? And Dorian couldn't even look at him because he was legitimately hurt, thinking Orym was disappointed in him for doing what he thought was right? That was peak.
The fact they went from that to their current closeness and trust is the best part of their entire dynamic. Their relationship was hard fought and still will be. They will fight for it because they respect and care for one another deeply, and their disagreements don't change that, only improve it.
#critical role#cr3#orym#dorian#dorym#text post#cr discourse#'dorian deserved that actually and is being stupid by agreeing with ludinus'#'orym was too mean and needs to be quiet about his trauma'#just say you don't understand their characters#or that they are characters#you don't have to agree with them. they can make decisions you wouldn't make and disagree with#its good tv regardless#dorian didnt deserve that and orym was too harsh#dorian needed to be reminded of the consequences of indulging those ideas and viewpoints and orym is tired of this discussion happening#these things can coexist#neither of them have the whole picture here. we can't judge them based off of what we as viewers know#dorian didn't see first hand what the ruby vanguard has done. only what the spider queen did so thats on his mind more than anything#orym didnt see first hand (nor hear many details) about opal and cyrus. only what the vanguard has been doing to them for months#let them bicker and argue#its the best part#only going near the discourse because i have been waiting years for more of this and bitches on twitter are complaining about it#and often from people who don't even like orym (or sometimes dorian). go back to ignoring them and let me enjoy this moment in peace#i know i am adding to the discourse but i needed to find other people who want more dorym relationship drama before we get more fluff
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I wanted to design my own female Alastor for funsies and put her in clothes she might have worn in the mid 1930s. Once I’d drawn one outfit it was hard to stop. Of course I had to turn them into a catalog page!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#Alastor#fem!alastor#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel alastor#fem Alastor#female alastor#genderswap#1930s fashion#this is very self indulgent#I just wanted to draw female Alastor in outfits I saw in my mid 1930s sears fashion catalog#and I thought it would be cute to display the designs like they’re from a fashion catalog#combining my current hyperfixation with my love of vintage clothes#heads up girlies a new hyperfixation just dropped!#sorry to everyone who followed me for Trolls things#this show is VERY tonally different#I enjoyed making this so much so if you want more let me know#most outfits and poses are from the book#I just wanna play dress up with my favourite characters
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I want you whipped into shape!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#yu ziyuan#wang lingjiao#wen zhuliu#'When I say jump - say “how high'”? You know you're doing it right when you start to cry!“#Of course I can't resist the Legally blonde reference. This is the Elle Woods is canon in PD-MDZS blog#I love this scene so much. There are a lot of things to say about it and I would go over the limit if I indulged.#Suffice it to say the main takeaway *here* is that I think YZY is milfboss of the millennia.#I intended for this to be posted on international women's day but my ambition led me to keep trying to make it better.#And by better I mean I spent several days (re)drawing this one and that is **not** what poorly-drawn-mdzs is supposed to be about.#I will be making the next few comics worse to compensate <3 At the very least I will honour my time and tag it as 'better drawn'#('my time' spent hunched over my desk while I chant 'this concept is *not* above my skill level!' over and over again)#Funny story about PD!Wen Zhuliu; he was supposed to show up sooner but I kept accidently cutting the comics he would have been in.#So I like to think he just went on a long coffee run. 'Go get me an (insert coffee chain) pink drink' said Wen Chao.#'He never said from which location' said Wen Zhuliu as he proceeded to walk 100km to the farthest cafe he could find.
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everything is the same except Odile is the one looping
oh. heheheheh. muahahahaha. hold on *digs through my pile of disorganized sketches*
Odile loops au; a sketch compilation!!
Some old fic drabbles + associated sketches under cut (a6 secret spoilers):
hc: Since equipment carries over, as long as Odile uses her book in a fight, she can write down notes and have it carry over loops
toxic doomed yuri (for a more fleshed out fic I highly recommend The Sweetest Thing by soreimoon, it's amazing)
#isat#odile loops au#in stars and time#isat spoilers#isat odile#odile timeloop au#congrats on unleashing the hell gates of odile looping au!!! I've thought about it a bunch!!!!!#contexts:#candy is a reference to sasasap i think. not sure if odile likes candy though#i think it'd be funny if odile struggled with understanding how shields work for a bit. she spends several loops asking mirabelle for help#I think odile would actually spend more time in the loops once she's sure she can just loop again. They're not actually in a rush after all#and she might as well maximize her loops#under cut:#she leaves all of her excess books with loop. Loop has another thing to do while waiting#yes loop is still you know who in this one#toxic doomed yuri is just very self indulgent teehee thanks discord folks#not depicted: I also think that the more loops she does the more she views them as experiments#with variables to control and test#that's where she starts falling off the deep end and start testing stuff like. not warning siffrin about the rock#(instantly regrets it though. loops back the first time she tries)#day 26 today?#A big one! Have funnn#you can tell some of these are really old by the different colored background lmfao#isat au
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What are you looking for here? Scroll back up.
Just kidding, here’s a treat:
#laishuro#laios touden#nakamoto toshiro#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#Fic writing takes time but at least my wife is helping m#e proof read#for now.. i can at least draw the possible scenes that i wANT TO WRITE SO BAD but don't know how to go about em yet lol#STILL!!! As you can see i refuse not to let these dudes feel themselves a lil bit :)#Laios wants to feel all of those textures and toshiro's heart will explode with all the intimacy#also Laios' getting into the intricacies of the East culture that he starts to notice and enjoy things about Toshiro#also both of these guys have dad issues#that alone gives me TOO MUCH to work with >:)#But I must admit 70% of these are self-indulgent and I will not stop <3#Sam's doodles of the day#shuro
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I've been binging Batman Beyond recently (Terry ily so much) and thought about how- bc of the JLU twist which I think isn't even canon to the comics BB verse but shhh bare with me- he'd technically be Damian's half brother??? Which is just so ridiculously soap opera to me. I need them to interact in a silly time travel adventure so bad you don't even understand (ID in alt)
#dc comics#damian wayne#terry mcginnis#batman beyond#batman and robin#mine#also feat the mild damian uniform redesign i like playing around with. it's fun i like her. i love u classic robin colours#the backstory for this image in my mind is that Terry knows of Damian/has maybe met him#in the future (whether we're going w the rebirth ''damian rejoins the league'' angle that i. don't love conceptually but can't judge-#-bc i haven't read. or if we go w/ some other potential future route for damian) and Terry is like. experiencing whiplash at meeting him-#-as robin. like you are 5 feet tall why r u so bossy. where is your dad good god. this is why i don't have a robin (?this is pre matt-robin)#but Terry's in an unfamiliar time trying not to cause a paradox so he puts aside his indignitude(?) at being bossed around by a kid#just long enough to make sure nothing goes horrifically wrong. hence this image takes place#<- i could've been a lot more eloquent explaining this but it's very late and i should've been asleep ages ago#anyway. absolutely crazy to me that Damian has had multiple flavours of secret brother plots and terry is a potential addition. rip damian#(also in my ideal future damian took up the nightwing mantle (EVERYONE READ NIGHTWING MUST DIE!!!) before retiring(#idk what his future career is. lowkey hes a webcomic artist in my brain but that's so horrendously self indulgent i can't condone it#also i decided to try my hands at lineart again. evil. how are you so stiff looking and difficult to do. waughh#anyway if things look weird. no they don't
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13. Hot Cocoa + Baking
from @carmenberzattosgf list
Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)
Rating: Mature (2.3k)
Tags: Chocolat (2000) AU, Friends to Rivals to Lovers, Food, Curvy Reader, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink
Maybe it was corny and provincial, but you always welcomed your neighbors with a batch of cookies. It was good for business most of the time too - the insurance people next door bought pastries every other day for their breakfast after you gifted them some for their opening.
So, there you were, close to the counter of the new specialty chocolaterie, box of cookies in hand, captivated by the smell of chocolate... There was so much more though: caramel, vanilla, almonds, coffee, cardamom, berries, and was that pepper...?
"Welcome to The Bear, what can I do for you?" a tall man greeted you.
"Oh, hi!" you smiled politely. "I'm from the bakery down the street. Wanted to say hello and give you a little welcome present."
You handed him the box, delicate calligraphy marking the name of your shop.
The man beamed. "That's so sweet! Pun not intended," he chuckled to himself. "Now we definitely have to give you something on the house!"
You looked at his name tag. "Richie, that's not necessary at all..."
"Nonsense. Plus, you get to see the magic happen. Cousin!" he bellowed to the back, where you assumed the kitchen was.
"Magic?" you frowned.
A blond guy with blue eyes emerged from the door and gave you a polite nod.
"What is it?" he asked Richie, he seemed irritated.
"Cookies from our neighbor, cuz," Richie offered him the open box, he was already biting into his second one. "Say thanks and do your mind-reader thing."
"It's not... Never mind," he mumbled in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "Carmy Berzatto," he said and offered you his hand to shake. "Thank you for the cookies."
"You're welcome," you smiled at the sight of him eating with gusto.
"Is that piloncillo sugar?" he asked after a moment of savoring.
"Yes!" you beamed.
"Tremendous," he said earnestly, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He walked closer to the counter and stared at you, intensely, for half a minute. "Mocha frappe, double espresso shot, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. That's your favorite."
You stared right back, mouth agape. That was your comfort drink, no matter the weather. How did he know?
"Do we still have the nice Mexican coffee? She'll appreciate it," he asked Richie.
"Yeah, third shelf. Neat trick, huh?" Richie grinned, enjoying the shocked look on your face as Carmy went to the back.
"How does he-?"
"Fucked if I know," he shrugged. "He says it's a family thing. He never misses."
"Did he guess your favorite too?" you asked, fascinated.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "It's hot cocoa with marshmallows. He says I have the palate of a six year old but if it ain't broke..."
While Carmy prepared your drink, you looked around the shop. There were beautiful confections with crazy flavors, covered in gold leaf, almost too beautiful to eat. But there were also dollops of milk chocolate with puffed rice, humble looking and ready for a kid to devour. Truly something for everyone.
When he handed you your coffee you asked: "What's your favorite?"
Carmy gave you a tense smile. "Hope you like it. Pleasure to meet you," he said and left.
"He says it's a secret," Richie handed you a napkin, then he added in a whisper: "I don't think he has one. He doesn't enjoy things that way."
"What way?"
"Uh, the normal way, I guess," Richie shrugged. "He barely eats the things he makes. Lives like a monk. It feels like he has to make chocolate 24/7 or some family curse is going to get him. Dunno if I'm making sense."
"Kind of," you said.
You took a sip of your drink and knew you were fucked forever. No chain coffeehouse would be able to compete with this.
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It had been a couple of months since The Bear opened. They had a few loyal customers plus whatever weirdos wanted to see if Carmy was as spot on with his predictions as online reviews said he was - he never missed.
You had become friendly with the staff and had developed a routine of sorts with Carmy.
It probably wasn't healthy but you saw him as a mystery to solve. You didn't know about chocolate, not the way he did, but you knew baking, you understood how comfort and love could be encapsulated in a dessert. So you tried to find his favorite, the thing that would make his heart sing like he could do to you and every other person that walked into his chocolaterie. If nothing else, you got constructive criticism from a kindred spirit on a weekly basis.
Could use less cinnamon.
Maybe with brown sugar instead?
Oh, that's good.
What about blackberry jam?
Delicious... but not my favorite.
"Anyone told you you're a buzzkill?" you said with a dejected sigh.
"Many people. Often," he replied dryly.
"Richie doesn't count."
"Point still stands," he said, wiping crumbs from the flaky pastry you had brought. "People think I'm supposed to be having fun in there for the chocolate to be good when it's probably the opposite."
"It doesn't have to be like that, Carm," you said, exasperated. "You don't have to be fucking miserable for this to work."
He took a deep breath. You had never spelled it out so clearly and it clearly struck a nerve.
"I appreciate you," he said. "I do. But I'm fucked up. And you can't fix me with pies and cakes and-" he looked at the ceiling. "You're an incredible pastry chef. And you're so fucking nice but, uh, I think we should stop this."
"This?"
"You coming here and asking for feedback on your already perfect baked goods. I don't know what you're expecting from me but you look at me with those Bambi eyes and I always disappoint you," he ran a hand through his hair. "It fucks me up."
"Right." You picked up your stuff as quickly as you could, feeling heartbroken and humiliated. You knew you probably came off as needy but you hadn't realized just how much. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Sorry to bother you. Won't happen again."
And you left.
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Weeks passed, weeks that you devoted to yourself, to feeling better, dressing pretty, baking delicious treats for happy customers, standing in front of the mirror to say nice things about your curvy body.
You had tried and failed to make Carmy see how much better his life could be if he let himself enjoy things, actually savor his chocolate instead of finding four things that were wrong with it upon his first bite. Only now you realized how similar you two were, both wanting to fix things that were probably best left alone. Carmy wasn't a recipe you could perfect and he wasn't your anything really to worry about.
It wasn't lost on you, the metaphor for everything you had been doing - his lithe body and your slightly overweight one, and how much you wanted his toned biceps on either side of your head as he panted above you, letting himself lose control for once. As you indulged in these fantasies, your fingers deep inside your pussy, you wondered whether he ever desired stuff that way. You pictured him, eyes rolled back in bliss, while he held you, and you came with a cry.
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You were closing up for the night, cold wind ruffling your hair and your skirt.
"Hey."
You turned to see Carmy, blue apron underneath his wool coat.
"Hey," you said curtly, avoiding his glance.
"I, uh, I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said.
"Okay? Can you make it quick? I have to get up at four in the morning," the prickly part of you woke up at the sight of him.
"Listen, you don't need to do it if you don't want to but-" he handed you a paper bag with The Bear's logo on it. "I was wondering if you could make pain au chocolat with this?"
You received the bag cautiously. "How many?"
"I only need two," he mumbled and you scoffed. He knew - he fucking knew how hard it was to make the dough and that you couldn't just make two. "You can keep the rest of the chocolate," he offered.
"I'm still gonna charge you full price," you warned him.
"Of course."
You eyed him suspiciously, his bright eyes and open hands, his overall apologetic manner...
"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow after I close."
~
Maybe it was pride but you didn't try the pain au chocolat with Carmy's chocolate. Not one bite out of the entire batch you had baked. It would, of course, be excellent and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
"Here you go," you handed him the box, all pretty with a ribbon and a blank card ready to be gifted.
"Thank you," he gave you a shy smile. "Wanna sit down? I'll make you hot chocolate."
His shop was empty - only half the lights were on, and the sign at the door read 'Closed'.
"Come on," he insisted, his blue eyes pleading and you sighed in defeat, sitting by the counter next to him.
He served two cups of hot chocolate and plated the pastries, one for you and one for him.
"What are you-?" you started.
"When we first met, you asked me about my favorite," he explained. "Then you started bringing cookies and pie and muffins and it was so nice. I'm not used to nice things. And you were getting close. So I pushed you away and I Iashed out. I was an asshole."
"Yes, you were," you took a sip of your chocolate. He would be so much easier to hate if the things he made weren't so tasty.
"I'm not asking to go back to the way things were if you don't want that. I just hated how things ended," he nudged the plate towards you. "This is my favorite."
The pastry you had baked with the chocolate he had made.
"You haven't even tried it," you challenged him.
He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring, a moan stuck in the back of his throat. You squeezed your thighs at the low, delicious sound.
"Fuck. That's perfect," he declared. Your heart beat faster. "Try it."
You took a bite. It was cozy and delicate, the rich chocolate caressing your tongue.
You nodded. "What a way to put my chocolate supplier to shame."
Carmy smiled, taking another big bite. "I'll give it to you for free if you keep making these."
You blushed at the double meaning and turned away.
"Fuck, that sounded awful. Sorry," Carmy said after a beat.
"It's okay," you laughed. You turned to face him, he had a giddy smile on his face that made him look younger and prettier.
"You have a-" he pointed at your lip but then he reached over and rubbed at your lower lip, wiping some leftover chocolate. He brought that same finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Your stomach dropped and you could feel yourself getting wet.
Carmy stood up, you could see his pupils dilate the closer he got, see his eyes linger on the low cut of your shirt.
"I thought that if I stopped seeing you, I would be able to focus," he whispered, his breath tickling your face. "I have never been so fucking distracted. Just thinking..." he kissed the side of your face, open mouthed and hungry. "Kept thinking of things I'd say to you, recipes I could share and shit like that," he mumbled, his hands ghosting over your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. "Thinking about your hands, kneading, working, and how they'd feel," following his lead you placed your hands over his chest, caressing his sides. He groaned. "Thinking about your body. Every part of it..."
"Touch me," you practically begged, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your breasts over your clothes.
"Imagining how sweet you'd taste," he panted against your lips, letting you close the small distance left, tasting his own chocolate in your mouth as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair, desperate to return every bit of passion he was giving you.
"Carmy," you gasped and brought him closer, opening your legs and scooting to the edge of your seat. His hard cock rubbed against your center, his hands were everywhere.
"So soft," he said, kissing down your neck to your chest. He palmed your breast with one hand and squeezed your hip with the other, guiding you to grind against his erection.
"Fuck," you cursed. "Like that."
You tugged on his hair, getting a low groan in response. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth and kiss him with all the hunger you had for him. He bit your lower lip and you moaned.
"You even sound sweet," he said absently, a desperate rhythm building between you.
"I thought of you too," you said, looking into his blue eyes, squeezing his ass to bring him closer. "Thought how'd beautiful you'd look when you came - all sweaty, your eyes on me."
"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Can't wait to take you home. Fuck you properly. Fucking taste you..."
You could feel fireworks inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing, grinding desperately against Carmy, biting on his bicep to muffle a cry of ecstasy.
"Oh, my God," you gasped for breath as he chased his release, you grew pliant in his embrace, carding your fingers through his hair, legs shaking around his waist, your underwear soaked.
"Fuck," he froze and exhaled hard, his nose tickling your neck. "If you feel this good with your clothes on..."
You giggled. "Come on," you kissed his temple. "Let's close up shop."
#chocolat (2000) is such a banger of a movie - the catholic guilt of it all... AND juliette binoche? possible bisexual awakening...#ANYWAY this is probably the most ME thing i've written on here - i know the header of the blog says self indulgence but this is FOR me#hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless 💜😌#bearblrpromptober#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x you#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto fanfiction
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squids and peace!
+ bonus doodles of vash being an affectionate creature as usual (and credit to sol_rust and fresh8cto on twt for their zapfish!vash design inspos!)
#my art#this is the most self indulgent thing ever but you know what i had fun :^)#crossover#au#splatoon#trigun#trigun stampede#tristamp#vash#vash the stampede#meryl stryfe#wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#milions knives#legato bluesummers#livio the double fang#vashwood#vashmeryl#if you look closely ;0
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For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.
Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.
Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?
Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.
Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.
Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.
But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.
#mithrun dungeon meshi#mithrun#mithrun of the house of kerensil#mithrun's brother#dungeon meshi#this is so self-indulgent#because we don't know who or what kind of person mithrun's brother was#but he definitely cared for mithrun (more than their own parents probably)#and i can imagine the anguish of having the responsibility of serving the canaries#be placed on your brother instead of you because of your physical condition#then to make things worse#your brother comes home barely alive and not the person he was and when u ask#no one wants to answer you#then there's the anguish of helping him getter better; wondering if he'll get better#he does#in a way#and the first thing mithrun asks of his brother is 'i want to go back to the canaries'#there is no way mithrun's brother heard that and said 'ok' while smiling#that man would've gone into a hysterical fit just trying to tell mithrun that he was lucky enough to have survived#but he has to let mihrun go#mithrun's brother is probably weeping with joy learning that the canaries have disbanded#only to learn that his brother is staying in a tallman kingdom to slay monsters#he's still very conflicted about that#id say
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