#✧ → ɪᴄ.

[gohjuo]

taken from x

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             composing sms message: < nanami ♡ >    

gojo: do i look like i'm kidding ? gojo: your point is? that's a weird way of admiring this piece of shit. so you find it hot? gojo: does it look like i could wait ? yeah, tonight is too long and i'm impatient. gojo: well that's not the only thing that's hard right now, nanamin. gojo: i'd say this is exciting, maybe getting caught. talk to me nanami. or i could just send you a voice recording of me moaning your name.

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#ofovertime #✧ → ɪᴄ. #✧ → ᴛᴇxᴛs. #nsft #he is a menace ! #he wants to tease tf out of nanami

[smilemuse]

THE HAZINESS OF SLEEP PAIRED UP WITH EXHAUSTION & BEING SICK is nothing short of annoying. the purple haired male hates being an inconvenience, but he knows his body is telling him he needs to stop running & pause. slowly he makes his way towards the front of his house. yoshida is wearing a mask, a tell-tale sign of being sick but he knows his body is burning up & he's been trying to sleep it off most of the day. strands of his dark hair stick to his face as he feels the sweat come & go like a pesky fly telling him his body is fighting. he had read aki's text about an hour ago, but he could feel that he couldn't completely rest until denji comes over. instead he decides to make himself porridge to pass the time between leaden eyes.

the two of them weren't on speaking terms, instead yoshida took denji & put him in an ice bucket to chill. eventually he knows that the pop of the bottle will go off & he will have to confront the fact that he's been putting heavy distance between them. today, he will ignore that or maybe it's the fever making him delirious. he opens the door slowly & he looks at denji who has the face of worry that he's been privy to every now & then.

❛ denji, thanks. you can come in if you like.❜ he knows even sure if the blonde would want his company anyways but he inches towards the shorter boy. the reserves of his strength are waning, a depleted bank account ready to have a balance of zero. arms wrap around him as he buries his face in the crook of denji's neck. ❛ ...you should stay.❜ yoshida remembers that denji's here to drop off his assignments, but he can't think straight. his judgment is a clouded window & he isn't trying to clean it away.

❛ made food, but i have leftovers of your favorite. ❜ he knows he's not likely to eat that since he needs to eat sustain himself with something digestible. yoshida wasn't even purposefully trying to be short with him but knows the way that sleep beckons. there's a faint scent of denji's body was as he closes his eyes. he just knows that this feels a little bit more like home than being by himself, but he won't say that out loud.

for @getsusekaii / surprise, sick ! yoshida

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #☈ • ᴠ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ & ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ. #we don't talk about how i basically am acting out #how i'm sick #minus the fever #okay but anyways ! #if you thought this wasn't going to happen then idk #q.

[ultlien]

See.... He COULD comment about food. But he won't.

#ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ. [ ɪᴄ ] #dash comm tba. #most people don't know that the BA CAN eat things besides #other species #it just doesn't give them a lot of power #eclipse loves grapes #but he wont say anything because even though he knows things have changed for the MOST part #he knows some peeps will squint at him. the Black Arms #talking about food

[seeasunset]

❝One of my cats is having a birthday party. Gonna be seven today.❞

#Aʟʟ Hᴀɴᴅs ᴏɴ Dᴇᴄᴋ ﹣ Oᴘᴇɴ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ #⛴ a ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜsᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ﹙ɪᴄ﹚

[luckquartzed]

@protcg: “you killed 1,000+ people? jail"

“ …No. ”

“ 35 people. ”

#🥲 #♦️ ⸻ ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ & ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ❮ ɪᴄ ❯ #protcg

[incorrigibled]

open. || @2000sfmextras

“Being perceived as a dumb blonde may have its perks from time to time I’ll have you know.” Words are followed by a wink in the latter’s direction as Whitney took a sip of her drink. “Plus with my height - people’s go to is that I’m either a helpless bimbo or a naive child actor that can’t be more than 16. But sure, I’ll let some old perv buy my drinks for the night in exchange for twirling my hair and batting my eyelashes a few times. Now drink up, it’s on me. Or rather, my friend over there.” She turned back to give the stranger a smile over her shoulder before turning her attention back to her present company. “Soon, I start 18 hour work days so I’m going to have a little fun before press, filming, and the talk show circuits start. Oh we should dance! Or do karaoke. Or go swimming in some hotel’s pool.”

#2000s.starter #➤ — › ɪᴄ. — ⌜ chats. ⌟

[bladesalvation]

@warwaited | From here.

The priest scoffed softly, gloved hands on his hips. They had entered a tense situation with two sides-- the obvious victims, and the obvious enemy… to the victims, at least. Nihil had taken into account the impressive work of the goblins, the usually stupid and feral things moving in methodically, purposefully. He'd be impressed if they didn't think he was with the meatsacks crying at the Grove's gate initially. He'd be even more impressed if they had not whet is blade so easily.

"I am of many opinions, but I would be more pressed about the arrow in your arm," he motioned to the offending object, sticking out like a banner stuck in the ground. Nihil stepped forward, kneeling before the paladin but paused, awaiting her 'okay' despite his twitching hands-- gods he just wanted to yank it out, but he had to be patient. Considerate.

Aware of how much bigger and stronger she was compared to the elf.

"The Grove has proven fruitless-- refugees causing problems for their begrudging hosts. They bicker and snap at each other, it is a time bomb set to go off any moment. I'd be delighted to watch if they did not seem so determined to use whatever outsider they can as a messenger in their games."

#ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sɪɴɴᴇʀ; ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sɪɴ. / [ɴɪʜɪʟ] ɪᴄ. #warwaited #in dialogue with: rakatak #v ; Wandering Missionaire (Act 1)

[eiinn-ulfr]

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." Pours himself a shot of vodka before tipping it back. "An' tha's why I don' play games at all."

#《 ɪᴄ 》 ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ． #《 ᴜɴᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ 》 ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ʟᴇss ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ．

[infernal-feminae-archived]

@astrumborn​ liked for a starter!

"Well, well, what do we have here in my garden~?" The sin purred, looming over the smaller being. 

They didn't have to answer. Beelzebub already knew what they were. She knew the scent of a celestial anywhere. "You're a long way from home, little one~"

#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ɪᴄ ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ #astrumborn

[sinistercall]

Leave it to the rest of their eclectic little group of tadpole-inflicted comrades to ruin a PERFECTLY radiant afternoon— something in the planets must have aligned for the entire party to be in such a disgustingly good mood, even Lae-zel and Shadowheart are behaving civilly, for once. Even more APPALLING was the scene before him, everyone's favorite warlock doing his honest best to try to lead Ithuriel through he proper steps of a waltz. It'd ALMOST be endearing if Astarion could stomach the sickly sweet sight without wanting to vomit. Wyll's hands holding her's too softly, their bodies too close, their smiles too bright— he's had ENOUGH.

The sad excuse for a novel he'd been reading is slammed shut ABRUPTLY, a dull thud as it's tossed to the side so the vampire can make his way over to the pair.

An IRRITATED click of his teeth is the only sound offered before he oh, so politely shoulders his way into Wyll's place. "Gods above, you're both so clumsy. You'll let me handle this, won't you...?" Whatever the warlock answers is INCONSEQUENCIAL, the spawn already spinning them so their friend is out of eyesight ( the real view is in front of her already, isn't it? ). ❝ My apologies, darling. I just couldn't bear to sit idly by and watch the two of you embarrass yourselves in the middle of the entire camp any longer. ❞

He realizes too late that he's made the grave error of placing himself front-and-center to something that may read more intimate and genuine than it really is— a MISTAKE he won't make twice, though he'll do his best to relish this moment while it lasts. It'd be a shame to waste the good weather, after all. And the paladin just looks so, so STUNNING in the sunlight ( what a shame their most delicious moments under the cover of night ).

❝ I absolutely refuse to believe you've never done this before, not even you can be that uncivilized. ❞ The tiefling's movements are CLUMSY and UNSURE, but not the steps of someone ignorant to the motions— she seems to need little guidance, effortlessly following the sway and flow of his body, pressing herself closer with the delicious kind of confidence he normally has to TEASE out of her. Perhaps, like most things, this is just something else she's lost— forgotten with the rest of the mysteries of her past. Though he's certain there's a little more BLOOD on her hands than either of them know, he silently hopes she's at least had moments like this before, small moments to enjoy herself, to be HAPPY.

A rather UNBECOMING thought, and he catches himself smiling much too casually. He's certainly gotten sloppy. Well, he thinks, no choice but to do what he does best—

❝ You know, there really was no need to try to make me jealous. If you wanted to be close to me, all your sweet little self had to do was ask. ❞ Always one with a flair for the DRAMATIC, he takes it upon himself to pull the paladin impossibly closer, swiftly pressing her flush to him before lowering her into a exagurated dip just so he can press his lips closer to her ADORABLY pointed ears. ❝ Or perhaps, ❞ he hums, ❝ it was me who wanted to hold you just. Like. This. ❞

He pulls her up before he has a chance to dwell on how UNSETTINGLY easy it was for that last part to slip out— the taunt hitting too close to the truth for his comfort. Sloppy indeed....

|| @sanguisstella (o:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓.

Horrifically the topic of her request had come up within one of those novels 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 had lent to her - his insistence of getting her books was ... endearing to say the least - and she wished to know all she could about the novels presented to her, but there were many things she'd forgotten after the tadpole had burrowed into her mind. There was a strange innocence in the way she approached him, Ithuriel had always known Wyll to be a 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 and noble man - a protector she felt safe with, someone easy to 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓. Revealing her secret to him was inconsequential, at least at first when the Warlock had promised to teach her - she was unaware that the lesson would begin immediately, and terribly, in front of their many companions. A few chuckles and smiles surround the pair, the warmth of Wyll’s hands allows the crimson shade of embarrassment budding upon the apples of her cheeks was soon to fade into a soft hue of joy - she even lowers her gaze to part his in order to stare down at her feet, observing the 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 of movement between them. Ithuriel savors it. She feels akin to a ray of light dappling through the lush green canopy framing their camp, an air of 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 curiosity bounces her skirts and hair as they dance; it is moments like this, when she is drenched in sunshine, that she can feel Lathander cupping her heart and murmuring in her ear. 

  Her sense of wonder at each step is delightfully sweet, a simplicity and an openness that was almost child - like; within this moment she had found how to be at 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 in the middle of her stormy life. For a few minutes in time she was free of every shackle that had ever been placed upon her, she was her own person able to decide what she wanted for herself. Her canines bite softly into her lower lip, pushing the plush in while the vision of one of her companions comes to the forefront of her thoughts. A melody plucks itself within the echoing recesses of her mind, she doesn't remember where it is from but it lends itself well to the situation before her; her feet do not succumb to her usual clumsiness. Even when he seems to trip she catches their footing and keeps pace; although her brow quirks up when she notices that his shoes are 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 - but her lips were already moving and her head was already lifting to see ... 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍.  No no - stop!

  "Oh W-Wyll, I feel like a princess - "

But its too late, the words had spilled most of the way from her tongue, Ithuriel only able to catch the last few - and suddenly her face feels 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. Her breath catches, she hadn't expected Astarion to prance his way into her personal space; let alone start crooning about his jealousy, she only imagine how he would mock her later about revealing such girlish whimsies. A princess. 𝐇𝐀! Worse still is the way she's unable to turn away from him, did a part of her hope that he'd mosey his way into this waltz? The vampire’s presence invades every corner of her perception, his cool hands against her waist and palm, the teasing scent of his cologne. He’s everywhere and she’s unable to deny how eagerly she 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 in his visage. 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 is reflected in the clarity of her wide eyes - the pale rays of light igniting his curls into a halo; she hates the way her heart flutters and a nervous giggle leaves her. As though she is a young 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 again looking up at some fae prince and ... 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺; 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰? She finds herself allowing it at the gentle teasing and genuine grin curling his petaled lips; it suddenly feels safe to open this softer, ethereal side of her soul to him. She shines with the light he provides and he was the brightest shade of gold she’d ever seen, one she wanted to 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊 herself in. 

  "Ah - Astarion - ! Wait!" 

  Another swell of laughter leaves her once their bodies are 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 and he is expertly tilting her back to see a new angle of the world, palm holding the small of her back with a strength hidden by his lovely form. Ithuriel pulls her focus from the touches across her body to focus on the mass of birch trees behind them; waves of black and white - a never ending ocean with a bright leafy abyss dappled with brilliant gold patches. Her hair brushes the dirt when she’s suddenly descending even further. Ithuriel instinctively coils her arms around his back and shoulder to cling into the fabric of his shirt; perhaps she was frightened he would drop her? Hot breath tickles her ears, causing them to flutter like flustered 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 wings - she feels light as a feather on a spring breeze; floating over the lily ponds and catching the blossoming hue of their flowers and her face. It pains her that she cannot pick up the rush of his blood - the soft 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒 in his chest were silent … and she cups the back of his head. Her mind opens to him once they begin to straighten out again, although her arms do not shift from their embrace - her heels lift and her fingers card through his hair ... It is time for 𝐇𝐄𝐑 to whisper lilting croons into his pointy ear, or rather, for sweet words of adoration to caress across the loathed scars upon his throat. 

  "Then I'll be sure to ask you everyday, I know how embarrassed you get over this - Don't worry, it will be our little secret." 

  Ithuriel doesn't wait for Astarion to catch up, she cannot 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 his defenses to come back when she finally has him so vulnerable and moldable - maybe right now he will finally 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 her words. I care for you. Let me in ... please. She hugs him firmly. Implacably - the warmth pouring from her soul a confirmation that she would do this as long as he needed. All 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. All 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - until their bodies settle into place and become intertwined trees, she would be there to sink her roots with his. She doesn't fail to note how easily their bodies mold and move to fit the other, and their forms pressed so intimately together seems to slow her racing heart. No longer does her skin produce electric shocks but instead melts into a pleasant enduring sense of 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 that pulls a sigh from her lips. 

  𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 - 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

  However time stalled for no man and soon she's remiss to find herself lowering down onto the flats of her feet, connecting fully with the earth once more. Already she misses the scent of his perfume. What had felt like an eternity to her is but a few minutes of time as they continue their waltz throughout camp. Thankfully none of their companions notice the 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 way she leans into him, it is easier to feel free when he is with her; it is easier to be 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 enough to grasp what she wants. To allow her scarred fingers to 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 the 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 of his soul. As much as she yearns to stay in this sanctuary the paladin decides to take it upon herself to bring them both down from that whimsical little ... moment they had just shared. She opts to take hold of his hands again and spin their steps closer towards the edge of camp. She senses a fleeting chance to tease him back within his stunned state, an opportunity she was not above taking - not when he looked so ... 

𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?

  Her words follow the sway of their bodies and she begs her voice to not betray her, he would laugh at the depth of feeling within her chest. Ithuriel is unsure if he would ever be able to accept it. "I was actually speaking to Wyll to show me this dance so I could better understand the movements of the characters in the book you lent me. Although there were many other things I did not know about either, would you like to be the one to teach me all of them, Darlin - Ah - !"

  The edge of a root snags under her ankle and little can be done before she stumbles just enough for gravity to take them both tumbling down the hill’s curve, angled just enough that there is no hope of stopping the descent into the valley below. Verdant ribbons lick against her camp clothes, painting the pale linen strokes of lush green and bright yellow as she rolled through the foliage. Her laughter echoes through the valley they find themselves collapsing into, a glimpse into an 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 version of her soul; free of Bhaal, of duty, of rules - and the world's wonder reflects in her starry cerise eyes. Ithuriel lifts her face towards the sky once the momentum stops and her flailing form is brought to a halt, the clouds are beautifully swept across the endless azure of the sky - and the burning yolk of the sun seems to smile down at her. Soon that happiness is directed towards the 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 as she observes his messy tresses - unable to help herself but to pluck some of the grass from them. Gods above he looks perfectly 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 and she knows she looks just as messy - the snorts and gasps for air don't stop and only after using all of her will to relax does she speak:

  "Y - You look like a potted plant!"

  Her chest jumps when she finally settles back down, laughter relaxing into low giggles, having moved closer towards the vampire once more; it seems she was interested in the heat he managed to bring to her cheeks. Soon those plucky slim fingers are carefully 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 through the pale curls framing around the angle of his temple, each thread alight with the brilliant luminescent 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐎 behind her silhouette. She's curious in how being around him manages to stretch time - their ticking bombs meant little to her right now; somehow as long as he is beside her she knows her heart will still find a way to 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐏. Ithuriel slips a few flowers by his ear, followed by a gentle caress to the beautifully carved face under her, “There … some daisies and dandelions, you do make a rather pretty vase, Astarion, like you were made to only exist in the sun.” Her own hair had become unraveled with their tumble - and it creates a curtain around their heads when she gazes at him, a waterfall of Lathander's light. The fire behind her eyes, usually intense enough to sear flesh and bone, had simmered down into crackling 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 while she regarded him. Part of her longs to curl her fingers around the back of his head to have him rest against her. Instead she lowers into the sea of grass beside him, both of them hidden away from the rest of the world's judgemental 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒; she felt safe interlocking their fingers and pressing their foreheads close. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. It's quiet away from camp and it feels almost wrong to break it.

  "Let's stay here for a while longer, I'm sure the others will come in due time - but I wouldn't mind having some alone time with you. Will that help cure you of your jealousy?"

━━ @sanguisstella

#── 𝐎' 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ; 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! ... 【 ɪᴄ 】 #── 𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅 … 【 ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʜᴀᴀʟ ʙᴀʙᴇ 】 #── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅 … 【 ꜱᴀɴɢᴜɪꜱꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀ 】 #── 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 #I wrote a little too much #i blacked out and woke up to this #crying weeping throwing up #idk idk #cyn help me

[gohjuo]

the tall figure appears with a present in hand, a smirk gracing his features as he observes how unamused she is. it's not like he wouldn't have gotten her a little something, they were friends, maybe a little something more considering gojo had taken her out on a date. gojo assumes it's a one time thing, but he's unsure with the way utahime has been acting, so instead he brings himself to where she's at. he's a jack-in-the-box, popping up at the convenient or inconvenient times depending on who is being asked. ❛ happy birthday, uta-hi-me!❜

there's a bouquet, a call back to their date considering she deserved to have the nice things on the day of her birth. gojo is fond of his big, grand gestures, the idea of celebrating someone for one day brings him excitement. it didn't matter how apprehensive the other person was. ❛how does it feel to be thirty-one ? you're officially a cougar now, aren't you?❜ he almost regrets bringing the bouquet considering he's sure she would try to throw an object at him in protest. for precautions, he keeps his technique on.

❛ i know how much you like beer, so we're at a beer hall. i'm here for the food and to celebrate you.❜ he chimes in knowing she might be curious on tonight's setting.

@sozokami for utahime's birthday!

#sozokami #✧ → ɪᴄ. #v. tbt #i feel like this also deserve a verse of it's own #and yes he's calling her a cougar #im crying

[smilemuse]

he has everything going for him: good looks, popularity, grades, student council vice president, & the fangirls to boot. there are times when yoshida wishes he were invisible, blending into the background with ease. however, this was a different task instead one that the teacher had entrusted him with. yoshida's not sure how someone can have that low of a gpa, but he's trying not to be too judgmental.  ❛ are you even paying attention? ❜ he chimes in as he looks at the other boy. everything about him screamed like he was ready to drop out.

purple bangs fray into the edges of his vision but he makes the moment to sit down across from him. they aren't equals by any means & he can feel the stares of the rest of the students. there whispers are birds chirping.  ❛ denji, what are you actually looking at?❜ this time a smile threatens the frays of his mouth, he sees the peep of a magazine from the textbook.  ❛ i'll put it in the shredder. ❜

@getsusekaii

#getsusekaii #ɪᴄ. #v. tbt #crying scremaing #my blog is just you #but listen listen #somewhere into a couple of tutoring sessions #but after school #until denji invites his ass over

[ultlien]

@fashnxmuses sent :

Before Eclipse could walk anywhere else, it seems someone's suddenly flown right down in his face. Almost an instant, it seems he's caught the wrong type of fan. "Are you that alien that came to invade?! Y'know, Black Doom? Wow, I've heard so much about you! I'm a big fan of your ambitions! What's it called that the Presents call? An autograph? May I have one, please?!"

........... w h a t ?

The darkling had just left a small store , music playing from his cell as he checked his messages. Jacket unzipped as he sipped on his latte. He really wasn't expecting much to happen today.

And then this Silver was in his face , acting like he was a pop star or something. Eclipse WAS about to ask him if he maybe got him confused for someone else. ( Though he's not sure how you could get him mixed up with some Mobian. Maybe a lizard one from a distance. Is this how Shadow and Silver felt when Amy thought they were Sonic ? )

And then. His mouth was left open at that name. Staring. Not even really wanting to move.

" ...... What did you just call me ? "

#ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴏ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ. [ ɪᴄ ] #fashnxmuses #yikesssssssss.............

[sinful-feminae-a]

TYPES OF BONDAGE. 

@mcnagerie​ said:  [ COLLAR ] ― for sender to put a collar on receiver and tie the leash to something (Al's just gonna wrap it around his fist and pull uwu - for Charlie, since she's talking about collars ❤)

Charlie was unable to suppress a soft gasp as she was tugged forward, eyes widening as she looked up at Alastor, black lips parted slightly as she panted. Heat pooled in her core, sending shivers of excitement traveling down her spine.

Her mouth forms an all too eager smile. “Well, don’t keep me waiting in suspense....Master~” She purrs out, gaze half-lidded as she crawls even closer in a way that could only be described as catlike.

#🌈ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ: ɪᴄ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ #❖ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ #mcnagerie #❖ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ: ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ x ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ;; ᴍᴄɴᴀɢᴇʀɪᴇ

[bladesalvation]

"My hand collection will grow by sundown."

#dash commentary #ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sɪɴɴᴇʀ; ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ sɪɴ. / [ɴɪʜɪʟ] ɪᴄ.

[carmcndei]

Breaking my unofficial hiatus to tell you I have received the best birthday gift ever sjsosjsjejsdj 😭😭💖💖💖

#❚:: 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 [ɪᴄ] #;;its handmade im!!!!!! #;dafnaventurs