#I’ve been needing something to help me get back into art during my break so thanks.

[ruby-static]

Tbh louie duck would totally say that he's neurodivergent and a minor to get his ass out an uncomfortable situation.

And to get away with financial fraud!

(But yeah- That would absolutely be his go-to phrase for just. literally anything.)

#sammo-writes-whatever #Ask #Ducktales #Ducktales 2017 #Ducktales Art #Ducktales Fanart #Ducktales 2017 Fanart #Ducktales Louie #Ducktales Louie Duck #Louie Duck #Ducktales M’ma #Ducktales M’ma Cabrera #Ducktales Officer Cabrera #And honestly? Good for him. #dhjjchdjfh I saw this ask and I just had to draw this- #I’ve been needing something to help me get back into art during my break so thanks. #It really helped 🥲

[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter. 

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up. 

It was him. 

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak. 

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises? 

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers. 

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,” 

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment. 

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,” 

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile. 

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped. 

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,” 

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze. 

Fuck. 

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,” 

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—” 

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked. 

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break. 

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?” 

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?” 

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks. 

“I would,” 

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile. 

Fuck. 

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears. 

But how can you be quiet? 

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck. 

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,” 

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass. 

He’s huge. 

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—” 

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,” 

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?” 

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much. 

He was too much. 

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,” 

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,” 

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?” 

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—” 

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns. 

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart. 

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up. 

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—” 

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt. 

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store. 

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—” 

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care. 

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump. 

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush. 

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,” 

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?” 

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling. 

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.” 

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern. 

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started. 

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin. 

“What are you—” 

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,” 

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type. 

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?” 

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“ 

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,” 

“Mahito—“ 

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money,  “be a doll, won’t you?” 

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?” 

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?” 

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice. 

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?” 

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.” 

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling. 

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger. 

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods. 

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot. 

“I will,” 

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,” 

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip. 

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,” 

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.” 

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze. 

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—” 

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—” 

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,” 

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—” 

“Have another lesson?” 

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you. 

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue. 

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt. 

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was. 

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—” 

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,” 

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he���s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release. 

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure. 

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you. 

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks. 

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much. 

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light. 

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach. 

Your mouth runs dry. 

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought. 

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you. 

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it. 

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze. 

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch. 

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away. 

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—” 

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal. 

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod. 

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out. 

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!” 

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you. 

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out,  “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?” 

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder. 

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him. 

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—” 

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls. 

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt. 

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick. 

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again. 

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour. 

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise. 

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you. 

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.” 

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?” 

You were picking up your boyfriend. 

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.” 

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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#sab [mlist] #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso kamo smut #choso kamo fanfiction #choso kamo x you #choso smut #choso x you #choso kamo fanfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure Arc: A Song on a Silent Night

Before we begin I’d like to get personal for a moment. About a year ago I decided I was going to step away from this blog as a daily format and only post when I was really inspired to. It was a drastic step, but one I had to make because I was so burnt out and so deep in seasonal depression that I was on the edge of having a breakdown. Ironically, it was this specific adventure arc that did it for me, as I felt pressured to make something for the holiday season but literally couldn't get words on the page. Taking a break turned out to be the best thing for me. This past year has been great and I’ve actually had enough energy to not only do the projects that are important to me, but to also improve my writing.   My partner and I have written a narrative podcast and we’re shopping it around to producers at the moment, I couldn’t be more excited. (BTW if you happen to be in the business, give me a shout) In many ways it’s very cathartic to come back and finish this adventure. I’d even say it was easy, since I didn’t have the pressure I self imposed because I thought I needed it to write. I just wanted to say: Take care of yourselves friends. Nurture yourself and good art will follow. I am so thankful to have you all as my audience and I hope you know that no matter how bleak the season gets it’s an absolute joy to write for you.

It’s the coldest night of the year, and despite all the lights on in town no one is home. They have been snatched from their beds and their hearthsides by a sinister song that carries on the wind and has spirited them off to another world. Our heroes must follow, and in order to get their friends and family back they must lay siege to the sorrowful heart of winter itself.

Find out what led to these events, and their outcome, below the cut.

Into:   Some weeks before the disappearances begin, the party are sent into the cold to check on a missing mail shipment, only to end up clashing against a group of hobgoblins intent on ruining the holiday season. From there, acts that might be construed as harmless planks escalate into outright malice as it becomes clear the hobs are disappearing townsfolk, working off some sort of list given to them by an unknown villain. 

Adventure Hooks:

If you’re running this adventure arc as part of a longer campaign, consider previewing the hob’s lair long before the villains every arrive, an old ruin where fey and witches are said to revel during the new moon. Having a low level party venture out to the ruins for a test of bravery only to return months later as veteran heroes will show them just how far they’ve grown.

From deadly pranks to highway robbery, each act of malicious mischief committed by the goblins is accompanied by a list of names and seemingly innocuous offenses, evidently ripped off a far larger list in possession of their leader. The party are likely to collect more than a few scraps of these over the course of their journeys, and will be surprised when they begin to form together, laying out a series of disappearances that stretches back some years. 

The goblins’ leader Klatterbell was having such a nice time in the mortal realm before the party got involved. As a hob-knight in service to an archfey of sorrow and frost, the material plane was practically a balmy vacation destination compared to his patron’s foreboding frozen realm. This led to Klatterbell slacking off on his task of collecting mortals and develop aspirations of becoming a sort of yuletide bandit lord.  Aspirations the party can’t help but thwart when they riad Klatterbell’s fortress and set the captives free.  The fight can end either two ways, either the party is defeated, captured, and banished through the portal to the frozen realm of the bleakfather,  or the party is victorious, and as his last act Klatterbell rips a horn from his belt and plays a haunting and mounrful note that will be picked up by the wind and transformed into a haunting tune. 

Returning home from defeating the goblins and rescuing the captives, the party find the town deserted, the strange music unleashed by Klatterbell’s horn echoing in the roar of an approaching winter storm. With their rescued townsfolk in toe, the party will begin to explore the eerily empty town, discovering that the inhabitants seemingly got up from what they were doing and walked into the cold, proceeding enmass to the edge of the settlement where the snow erases their footprints.   It’s at that point that the frost giants attack, walking out of the enroaching storm like it was a curtain between worlds. They’re here to mop up any townsfolk where were not swept up by the enchanting song and whisked away to the feywild, and maybe do some looting while they’re at it. 

Regardless of how it shakes out, the party will have to assail the realm of the Bleakfather, battling their way through a boreal wind that will seek to rip all warmth and joy from their bodies. The only way of getting through this storm is to think back on the moments of joy and light they’ve experienced through their adventures: the festivals, the little kindnesses, the gifts, the pranks, the games, the songs, their friends: These things will lend them strength when the cold and the dark creep in to swallow them… battling their way up the mountain, to rescue the townsfolk and perhaps defeat the archefey himself. 

Future Adventures: 

It wasn’t only the party’s neighbors that were taken captive by the bleakfather, scores of innocents from across the realms were taken by the frostgiants as thralls, all living out their indenture over the feywild’s timeless years. Hospitality will hold for the winter, but come spring the heroes will need to set off to find these people a place to live. 

With their slaves stolen and their fortress breached, the ice giants will scatter, some returning in months or years later at the head of raiding parties as they too seek a new home.  While some may be hesitant to give up their supremacy and seek to subdue the locals wherever they go, others may wish to live only in peace. 

#wintertide #Adventure Compendium #winter #giant

[mrghostrat]

i appreciate all the kindness for my uni rejection, and anyone going through the same thing should def read through my replies if they need similar comfort. there’s a lot of “ATAR isn’t everything!” comments tho, which made me realise i haven’t actually talked much about my goals, so i wanted to share a little context.

i’m 30 (on the 17th). i took a gap year after high school and i went to uni at 19. i even dropped out a semester before graduating to pursue the one thing that was making me happy (my first original comic) during a really bad depression (undiagnosed adhd burnout). i got the last units and graduated a year later, a bachelor of game design.

haven’t used my degree once. i went into comics and freelance rather than games. but i also loved that degree and would do it all again, it was absolutely worth it.

i’ve been freelance and self sufficient for 6-7 years, and it’s fun and i’m proud of the things i’ve made, but i’m so tired. i’m specifically tired of having to work 7 different angles to make up one sufficient salary, and even if it ends up being temporary, i’d give anything for a 9-5. have someone else in charge for once.

got to the end of my rope last year and sat down to figure out what i like and what i’m good at. a Life Plan, yknow. i’ve always had an interest in teaching, helping, connecting like that. figured out degrees and became really invested in this new trajectory i pictured my life going on. i was also tired of waiting, because every time i wanted to move back to the city from this tiny town we’re in, somethings come up or delayed it. so zita helped me figure out how we could get the ball rolling and break our lease 3 months early, so we could move back to melbourne and i could start my degree this year. we looked for (and found) an apartment specifically on the side of the city that would be closest to my campus.

i hope that gives a lil context as to why i’m so devastated right now. the last 5 months have been me revving up to start this new chapter at the end of feb and one little email said nah.

the degree i wanted to do was a double degree, secondary education (hons) and a BA of fine arts. i was equally excited for both, because i never got to do a lot of actual art learning in my last degree, and the BA would give me all of that— life drawing, sculpting, painting, wood/metal/jewellery working, digital, fuckin everything. but it was the less important of the pair, when it comes to getting myself a job as an art teacher, because i already have the art experience. it was just a fun bonus, and the education degree was the one i NEEDED.

in nov i had to travel to melbourne to present a portfolio and interview for the BA. they showed me around the studio too, and i fell a little bit in love. i got the acceptance email in december, but i still didn’t have an offer for the education degree. another reason why i’m so discombobulated— i technically have an invitation, but it’s for the less important degree that would just be a money sink. do i go to uni anyway?? or just ignore this invitation and move on?

my state recently made education/teaching degrees free as a way of encouraging more teacher jobs. i learnt about this after i decided i wanted to pursue teaching, so it was just a fun lil bonus that i wouldn’t be adding to my student debt. apparently not, bc i didn’t think about how every teenager and their dog would apply for teaching degrees so they could get straight into uni without any debt. so, even tho i’m a graduate and i’m not relying on school scores, i was one in a million, likely just numbers on a page, and didn’t get in.

there could be other paths. i could start the BA and add the Edu degree later? i could reapply for mid year intake. i could… idk, most of what i could do requires emailing Monash and asking wtf, because i have no idea what’s actually possible and will need someone to lay it out for me.

still feels like i’ve run into a brick wall though. little bit shut down. more sad, not quite angry, but suddenly really spiteful for some reason— like “oh, you don’t want me? okay fuck you then, i won’t ever teach.” so stupid. just a bit fragile rn

#ghost scribbles

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 hell week - abby anderson 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

based off request prompt: What do you think about them being in college and braving through finals together? Like, they've been working for hours and they collectively decide to encourage each other through it?

content: modern!au, college!au, established relationship, helping each other manage stress through finals, you and abby being caring gf's, LOTS of affection between you two, one sexual joke, abby being happy and sharing her sense of humor, lots and lots and lots of fluff, cuddling, use of pet names (babe, baby, love, etc.)

a/n: wowowow this was so cute to write ik its a little past finals week as the next semester has either begun or will be starting soon for ppl, but i hope reading about going through finals week and being domestic with abby is still heartwarming. i hope it can also be a comfort to be read again at a later time when its finals week again and you're stressed and need a moment to relax :) more than anything taking care of yourself during finals is the most important which is something i've barely learned and figured out how to do. anyways, now that i'm done lecturing, pls enjoy!!!!

“I think I’m going to drop out,” Abby announced. You snorted.

“Like hell you’d drop out,” you said back to her. You knew Abby was just being dramatic and complaining. Despite how draining the work was, you knew she loved her major and being in pre-med.

“No, I think I’m actually gonna do it this time. I’ll just scam people online for money. This medical shit just isn’t it. In fact, I think I’m gonna become the country’s most wanted con-woman.”

“What you need is a break from studying, not to drop out,” you advised. You leaned forward from across the table and closed Abby’s textbook and notes. She sighed and rubbed her temples. “You’ve been studying hard enough. Don’t push yourself.”

“You’re right.” She shuffled some of her note cards in her hands absentmindedly. “Neither of us have taken a break in a while. My brain hurts.”

“Tell me about it,” you grumbled. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“You read my mind. I think the walk would be good for me.”

“Plus, we’ve done enough studying for a while. We can study more later tonight.”

“You’re a genius, [Y/N],” she grinned. “That’s why I keep you around.” You rolled your eyes as you gathered your things together and shoved them in your backpack. Abby followed suit as the two of you prepared to leave the library. You checked your phone and saw it was around three o’clock, and you had both been there since before noon. Yeah, you both definitely needed the break.

“Tonight,” you started as you walked by Abby’s side, “we’ll study some more. I say we take a few hours to ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked flirtily. You hit her arm.

“Not like that! I meant we should decompress for a while. Eat, watch some TV, that kind of thing.”

“Physical activities are good for decompressing,” she countered.

“Oh, I’m sure they are to you. Look at you. You go to the gym, like, six times a week,” you joked.

“Five,” she corrected.

“See!” you exclaimed. The two of you finally exited the library, the sun’s warmth and beams hitting you. The warmth was delicious, and much better than the freezing Arctic inside the library.

“I thought you liked my physique. Some say it’s Grecian.”

The laugh spilled from your lips before you could even stop yourself. “Oh, my God. You did not just say that.”

“I think I’d be a Spartan,” she mused.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m one hundred percent serious. Sparta’s no joking matter.”

“You are so—I don’t even know what to say.”

“Charming? Hilarious? I’ve heard it all before,” she said cockily. Before you could even respond you felt her hand slither close to yours and lace your fingers together. “What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t know. What’s closest?”

“That sandwich place you like is nearby. We just gotta walk past the art building and it’s right there.”

“Deal!” you agreed. Walking through campus was always enjoyable with Abby by your side. She made the weather less dull, the day less mundane. It was these little moments with her that you enjoyed the most. Sure, it’s boring everyday life, but she made it special. Abby swung your interlocked hands through the air as she matched your stride. Yes, you may have been in the middle of exams, but at least you had Abby by your side while you endured it. You enjoyed the small journey together, taking the time to admire the beautiful landscapes before you. The university had many trees planted around campus whose lush, green branches provided bountiful amounts of shade. There were squirrels roaming around searching for food, while only a few other students wandered around. For some finals week had barely begun, while others were going through the dregs of it.

Nearly everyone had coffee in their hands while they were dressed lazily—and none of them you could blame. Finals week tired you out beyond compare, and you still had a paper to complete tonight. Abby had two more exams to prepare for, while you only had one more in a few days. You were both just trying your best to make it through the week, both vowing to help each other whenever necessary. That included monitoring each other’s sleeping schedules, making sure you both stayed on task, and making sure above all you were both taking care of your health. That was the most important one seeing as the two of you had a streak for getting so involved in your studies you often neglected your well-being. It was a slippery slope, but when you had each other to look after one another, it made things somewhat easier.

“Hey,” you said to Abby suddenly. She glanced at you, waiting for you to finish speaking. “I’ll pay for lunch today.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah. My treat.” You squeezed her hand in yours, watching as a smile spread across Abby’s face. She looked radiant whenever she smiled.

“Trying to wine and dine me?” she teased.

“You know it.”

Lunch with Abby was just as calming and therapeutic as you thought it would be. Not only did it calm your nerves, but it gave both of your brains just the break they needed. You both took your time to eat, looking to enjoy each others’ presence and the food instead of rushing. After eating, the two of you decided to head back to your shared apartment rather than go to the library again.

“Do we have to start studying right away now that we’re home?” you asked her. Abby glanced at her watch. It was barely five, but she didn’t want you to stress yourself out more. In fact, she felt you deserved to rest more, instead.

“’Course not, babe,” she answered. “You’ve already been working hard enough. Let’s just watch something together.” Abby pulled together some blankets and set up her laptop for the two of you on your bed. Settling herself against the headboard with the blanket wrapped around her, she opened up her arms for you to join her. You quickly joined her, Abby wrapping the blanket around you as well. She pulled you close to her body, arms around you tightly, as you began to watch the show you binge watched together. Abby placed quick kisses against your cheek and forehead here and there, but still made sure to concentrate on the show before her. Despite this, you still managed to distract her and pull her into more heated kisses every now and then.

After a few episodes you asked Abby if she was ready to finish studying, and when she said yes the marathon ended. You sat at the small dinner table together, Abby turning through the pages of her textbook and making countless flashcards. You, however, pulled out your laptop and began working on your paper. It was due tomorrow at noon, so you wanted to be sure you got it done by tonight, even if it meant staying up extra late. You’d make that sacrifice if you had to. You wrote page after page, inserting your quotes, making arguments, for what felt like forever. However, you were still nowhere close to done. It was already past 10 P.M., and you had at least three to four pages left to do. After about twenty more minutes, Abby wrapped up her studying and announced she would take a shower.

“I’ll be back, love,” she said, giving you a small kiss before heading to the bathroom. You sighed as you heard the water start running. You knew it was going to be a while before you finished, but you’d have to bear it for the time being. You worked in a frenzy as the pressure of your final grade hung over your head. You just wanted to finish this assignment so the semester could finally be over. Abby finally returned from her shower after some time, rubbing the strands of her hair in her towel to dry it off.

“How’s the paper coming?” she asked. You shook your head.

“It’s coming,” you groaned.

“It’s getting pretty late. Are you almost done?”

“Hardly,” you answered. Abby came up behind you and began massaging your shoulders. It helped to calm you somewhat, her hands managing to rub the spots that ached the most.

“Want me to stay up with you?” she asked softly.

“I’d like that,” you said. Abby finished massaging your shoulders and pulled out the seat next to you.

“I’ll stay here the whole time with you, baby, but let’s make a deal.”

“What is it?” you asked. You looked away from your screen and into your girlfriend’s eyes as she spoke.

“Before I tell you, what time is this paper due?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you answered.

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll let you write a little bit more, but after midnight you’re gonna take a shower and go to sleep.”

“But I need to finish this,” you argued.

“Yeah, but you can’t tire yourself out, babe. You’re not pulling an all-nighter on my watch. We’ll wake up early together tomorrow and you can finish it, okay? So just do what you can tonight.”

“Fine,” you grumbled.

“So, how much you got left?” she asked.

“About two to three pages,” you answered.

“I think you should write until you only have one page left. How does that sound?”

“Doable,” you responded. You turned back to your laptop and continued where you left off. Abby leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder as you wrote. Usually you didn’t like having people watch you write, but with Abby it was different. You adored her and cherished her company. While she leaned on you, one of her hands rubbed circles onto your back absentmindedly.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking you to finish your paper in the morning,” she spoke up suddenly. “I just don’t want you to burn yourself out or stay up too late. I know how we both get when it’s finals, so I just don’t want either of us to make the same mistakes again, you know?”

“It’s okay, Abs. I don’t mind,” you reassured her. “To be honest, I kind of like it. It makes me feel cared for.”

“You’re very cared for,” she said, pecking your cheek. Finally, after about twenty more minutes of writing, you finally reached a stoppining point that wouldn’t be too hard to continue the following morning.

“Done!” you exclaimed. Abby smiled at you and shut your laptop for you.

“Good. Now do what you need to do. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“You better not fall asleep,” you warned. You pecked her lips as you rose from the table to go take your shower. The warm water was calming as it soothed your joints and cleansed your body. Once you finished your shower and nightly routine, you found Abby waiting in bed for you. She had the blanket covering her legs as she read one of her books quietly. You crawled into bed carefully beside her and curled up into her side.

“Ready for bed?” Abby asked. She closed her book and placed it on her nightstand.

“Yeah,” you answered. Without another word Abby turned her lamp off and pulled you into her.

“Good night,” she whispered into your neck.

“Good night,” you said back to her. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off.

+ + +

“Hey,” she whispered. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” You groaned as you wiped your eyes and they adjusted to the bright lights. She must have had the kitchen lights on and the blinds open like always since she was the morning person in the relationship. You could smell fresh coffee and feel Abby’s arms around your body. Her hand stroked your cheek as she whispered to you softly. “Come on. I’ve got your morning coffee ready. Just how you like.”

“For real?” you asked. Abby laughed at your response.

“Yes, now go wash up.” You groggily dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to wash up, the cold water you splashed on your face waking you up. After you finished brushing your teeth, you wandered to the kitchen where Abby sat at the table waiting for you.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Barely nine, so you have plenty of time to finish up your paper and edit,” she said. You came towards her and sat in her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck. Abby’s hands immediately found refuge around your waist as she rubbed them against the small of your back.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever,” you muttered into her shoulder.

“Well, thank you,” she said in response.

“Alright, I’m gonna finish my work,” you announced. You rose from Abby’s lap as she reluctantly pulled her hands away from your body. You pulled out your chair and grabbed the coffee mug Abby left out for you. It was exactly how you liked it, just as she said. After working for nearly an hour, you finally finished your paper and began editing it. That took close to another hour, and by then you were able to turn it in confidently. You let out a sigh of relief as you glanced at Abby beside you.

“All done?” she asked.

“All done,” you said happily. Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Happy to hear it. Wanna cuddle the rest of the day? I say we rest today since we have a couple more days till our next exams.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you answered.

#tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x reader #tlou abby #abby anderson

[pillsarchive]

Castlevania - Imagine Vlad Tepes giving you a private tour of the louvre at night

NOTES: Over the summer I went to the louvre in the daytime. I loved it but the heat was terrible and there were way way way too many people for my liking so I got to thinking - what if you had a cool radical vampire bf with cool radical vampire powers to break you in at night and make sure you get to really look at everything? I know he's a musuem girlie, no way he wouldn't take the time to personally explain the history of (and his personal expirience with) every object that really caught your eye.

Ignore the technicalities, I know breaking in probably wouldn't be as easy as just climbing through a skylight. He ate all the guards or something - whatever makes it more plausible.

WARNINGS: None, some happy crying but its mostly just fluff.

“How has no one asked why you’re carrying a blindfolded girl around yet? I know you have powers and stuff, but you cant glamour everyone on the streets of Paris… can - can you do that?”

Vlad nearly giggled as he held you closer to his cold body.

“Your human eardrums would split if I told you all the details - the words for some of the abilities I have cant be translated into english, im afraid.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. He began to speak again.

“It also helps that we’re breaking in, and it’s nighttime.”

You paled and looked up at him, mouth slacking open.

“Wait what?”

“Oh dont act so shocked.”

The corners of your mouth quirked up. You could barely sit still as he held you, walking so smoothly it felt as if you were both laying down. You had asked him a million times where you were going, why a blindfold was necessary, and all he had given you so far was a smug “it’s a surprise darling, you have to be patient.”

That had never been one of your virtues.

The sound of the night and all the people walking around suddenly dulled and you felt yourself slowly begin to lift then descend into a cold room. 

You clung to your boyfriends chest. 

“Woa- jesus are we falling through someone’s roof?”

“No, no, I suppose now is an opportune time to tell you where we are and take your blindfold off.”

“Really?”

“Yes really, ill help you - here -”

His fingers untied the knot and the black silk ribbon fell from your eyes.

When you saw where you were you slapped your hand over your mouth, resisting the urge to cry. 

“The louvre, my love. You said you’d like to see it with me but I cant go out during it’s business hours and you’ve always worried about the crowds - I figured I’d make the situation a little easier for the both of us. “

Now you felt hot tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your face in rivers. What had you ever done to deserve him? How could someone this amazing be as hopelessly in love with you as you were with him? You had always loved art and you’d tried to go to the louvre once with some friends before you’d met vlad, but the crowds made you too anxious and it was so hot in the daytime. At night the moon shone through the glass ceiling of the entrance room and refracted off of the big glass pyramid, the marble walls were cool to the touch. 

Vlad noticed your tears and smiled.

“No need to cry dragul meu, think of it as your birthday present - though rest assured you will be getting much more than this. I greatly enjoy spoiling you, you realize.”

You laughed and pulled him into a tight hug, playing with his long black hair.

“How am I supposed to top this when it’s your birthday? Im thankful, but this is a lot already. The best birthday present I was expecting to receive like ever in my whole life was a car, maybe a lot of books or tickets to orlando horror nights if I got lucky.”

He smiled and ran his gloved hands over your back as he spoke.

“Trust me, my love, you give me the best present ive ever gotten - ever in thousands of years over thousands of lifetimes by being with me and loving me. After doing all the things ive done I never expected anyone that knows my face to stay with me, let alone someone i’ve been pining over for a decade. Lubitul meu.”

You pulled away from the hug and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. After a while he pulled away. 

“As much as Id enjoy standing with you and kissing you for the rest of the night, I want you to get as much time with your gift as you can.”

You grinned and took his hand, looking up at him.

“Can we start with the renaissance statues?”

“Of course”

You walked into the moonlit gallery, grabbing a map as you went. The museum was completely empty save for you two and you couldn’t have been happier.

#dracula #vlad tepes #castlevania #castlevania imagine #vlad dracula #vlad the impaler #dracula x reader #vlad tepes x reader #castlevania x you #castlevania x reader #fluff #no smut #he's in love #just a little guy #god i feel so weird writing imagines #cringe culture is dead but its claws still grip me

[kingdaddydaichi]

Asahi’s favorite memory: when you confessed your feelings for him…

☼ a/n: sfw, gn!reader, this is a cute little fluffy drabble that i found buried deep in my long ass wip list. i wrote it almost a year ago and guess i never got around to posting it? it’s been a hot minute since i’ve turned something out for my sugar bear asahi so here you go, asahi simps <3

☼ wc: 1.1k

☼ tagging: @crystal-lilac

The two of you had been friends for several months after meeting each other.

You’d go to art museums and old gardens together.

You’d go to his games and shout loudly, clapping and calling his name out, which embarrassed him to no end, but he secretly loved it.

You’d hang out at each other's places, eating/drinking/watching documentaries/reading.

You got sick once and he missed practice to come over and take care of you.

He got injured during a match one day and had no choice but to sit out the rest of the game. You went with him to his team's athletic/sports clinic, but had to stay in the waiting area when they called him. Half an hour later he came back out with his ankle taped up and doctor's orders to not play for a minimum of 3 weeks.

Asahi was so depressed.

You took him home, wishing you could be of more help as he hobbled to the passenger side of your car. You stayed with him for the first couple of hours after getting him home, making sure he kept his ankle elevated and iced as ordered.

To help keep him off his feet you made him dinner - his favorite, your own take on tonkotsu ramen. He devoured it with constant praises about how good it was.

After cleaning up, you brought him a fresh ice pack. He smiled and took you by the wrist, pulling you down to sit on the couch next to him.

"Sit down and relax. You deserve a break, (y/n)."

You plopped down next to him, his long arm falling across your shoulders as your thigh brushed against his.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

"Hm? Doing what?"

"Taking such good care of me?"

You looked down at your hands and blushed. "Do you not know, Asahi?" you whispered, still unable to meet his gaze.

Both of your hearts were pounding. It was double or nothing. The deciding moment - would you confess and risk making things weird? Or would you go on to remain ‘just friends’?

"I think I might," he said, "but it's not something I want to say out loud in case I'm wrong."

You pulled all your wits into one small space within you and drew your legs up to turn and face him, looking up into his big, brown eyes. Hopeful.

"Asa, I-" you looked away, faltering for a second before wrangling your courage back in. Meeting his eyes again, you continued, "I think- no, I know...that I have umm..." His eyes grew wider as he shifted next to you. "Oh shit. I have feelings for you, Asahi. I'm so sorry!" You buried your face in your hands in embarrassment.

He didn't move or say anything for several seconds. You started to think you'd definitely ruined your friendship with him and hung your head, ashamed.

But then you felt his warm fingers curl around yours, encouraging you to move your hands away from your face. When you peeked, you saw the same big, brown eyes, softer now. And he was smiling.

"Like, romantic feelings?" He needed to know for sure.

Your hands flew back to your face and laughing you said, "Yes! Omg stop making it worse, Asa!"

He chuckled before prying at your fingers again. "Look at me, (y/n)."

You were so nervous you could've cried.

"Don't be sorry..." he trailed off, his eyes dipping to your lips.

He cupped your face in his huge hand, gently pulling you towards him as he lowered his lips to yours in a tender, chaste kiss.

Your fingers swept over his hand and without opening your eyes, you breathed his name as a question. He hummed from deep inside his chest, his cheeks dusted with warm pink while your own felt hot, especially with his breath ghosting across your skin before pulling away to look at you.

"I've had a crush on you since the day I met you," he whispered.

“No, you haven't. You're just sayi-"

Asahi interrupted, "The way you kept looking away every time I looked at you. The way you smiled at me like I was the best thing you'd never known."

Your breath caught in your throat. It was true, but how did he know that? Had you really been that easy to read?

"The way you giggled when I stumbled on my words,” he went on. “The way you made me want to know you. To spend time with you. To just...have you in my life, close to me."

“Stop it, Asa, you're gonna make me cry! Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm chicken shit!” he admitted with a laugh. “And by the time I felt confident enough to tell you, we'd already become pretty good friends and I didn't want to fuck that up." He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I should’ve said something…”

You shook your head at him. “No, if I don’t get to be sorry, then neither do you.”

He smiled. “Fair enough.”

There was a long, comfortable silence.

“So…what do we do now?” you asked.

“I think we’re supposed to start dating or something.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But how’s that any different from what we already do?”

“I guess we just keep doing what we’ve been doing – hanging out, spending time together. Only now I’m pretty sure we get to kiss and hold hands and make our friends uncomfortable by openly flirting with each other.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You lunged at him, throwing your arms around his neck, squealing into his shoulder, loving the sound of his laughter right against you and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, pulling you in closer.

You pulled back enough to look up at him smiling back at you as you brushed a stray strand away from his handsome face, your fingers burying themselves in the thickness of his long hair.

“I wanna kiss you again, Asa.”

“Then kiss me.”

You touched your lips to his before pressing into them, slow and measured. You wanted to savor every detail of this kiss. His thumb swept across your jaw, pulling you into him as he opened his lips against yours.

Your hearts were pounding, your breaths shallow and shaky when you pushed against each other’s tongues.

This went on for a few minutes, having turned into a full-blown makeout session. Both pairs of hands were dangerously close to going too far, too soon. He pulled away first, panting, his eyes lidded with desire.

“Shit, we shouldn’t…yet” You nodded in full agreement. He was right. “Need to take things slow. I want us to go slow.”

“So do I. No need to rush.”

You settled in close to him, his strong arm wrapped around you while you mindlessly played with each other’s fingers, talking and laughing about ways to make your friends uncomfortable.

a. azumane m.list

#asahi #azumane #asahi azumane #asahi x y/n #asahi x you #asahi x reader #asahi x gn!reader #asahi fluff #asahi drabble #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #karasuno x reader #haikyuu #hq #karasuno

[khaleesiofalicante]

David and Minnie + driving

“You know you can drive faster than this, right?” David asked. 

“Max said I shouldn’t trust anything you say about driving,” the girl replied, clutching the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“You shouldn’t trust anything Max says about anything,” David chuckled. “Minerva, I’m serious. You’re driving too slowly. You could get into trouble.”

“It’s illegal to drive too fast. Not too slow,” the girl huffed. 

“That’s not true,” David corrected. “Driving below the minimum speed can be charged with a moving violation for blocking or impeding traffic.”

“What?” the girl squeaked and slammed the break. Luckily David was prepared for that and luckily they were driving in an empty street. “Is that really true?”

“Yes.”

“Oh shit,” the girl swallowed and looked at him. “You know what? I don’t need a license. I’m sorry bapak asked you to babysit me. I’m sure you’d rather work on your book during your vacation.”

“I’m not on vacation. I’m back home,” David chuckled. “And there is nothing more important than family. Right?”

“Right,” she whispered quietly. 

“You don’t have to get a driver's license if you don’t want to,” David told her gently. “Max doesn’t have one.”

“That’s because he is a self-proclaimed passenger princess,” Minerva muttered, and David laughed. “I…I do want a license.”

“Are you scared of driving?” he asked her carefully. 

“What if I hit someone or something?” the girl questioned. 

“Well,” David said. “That’s why we’re practicing now. So, you won’t get hurt.”

“But it’s not just me who gets hurt, is it?” she asked him. “If I mess up, it will hurt my parents too. Everyone will talk about it.”

“Ah,” David smiled. “I think you should talk to your brothers. They understand your concern better than anyone.”

“I don’t want to. They always try to help me and overdo everything. Max will probably get me a car AND a driver and Rafe will probably get me a fake license or try to control the traffic every time I drive,” she groaned softly. “Please don’t tell them.”

“I won’t,” David promised. “Do you want to talk to your parents about it?”

She bit her lip. “I…I don’t want to bother them. Not right now. Not with the UN Summit coming up for dad and bapak recovering from his episode. They already have a lot going on.”

“Parents always have a lot going on,” David told her. “You must talk to them, Minerva.”

She didn’t respond to that. 

“Do you remember Max’s Instagram live from last year?” David asked her then. “The one for Sustainable Leadership?”

Minerve burst out laughing. “How can I forget? Lance and Arthur burst into his office and asked him to judge their paintings. In the middle of the live stream! I can't believe he got Greta Thunberg to judge their art.”

David smiled at the memory. “When you are a kid, you feel less self-conscious about asking for help. Especially from the people you love. Because you know it’s what you’re supposed to do. But it gets a little harder as you get older. You feel like you have to do everything by yourself. But that’s not true, Minerva. They’re still your family. You mustn’t feel guilty about bothering them. Especially if you are hurting.”

“Are you sure?” she asked him in a whisper.

“I’ve only had Lance and Arthur for a few years. But it would break my heart if I found out my boys couldn’t talk to me when they needed me,” David told her. “Your parents have been doing this for a long time. They will understand. I promise.”

The girl took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. I’ll talk to them.”

“Good,” David smiled. "Can I drive you back to Brooklyn?”

“Daddy said I should never let you drive his car unless we’re being chased by zombies,” Minerva informed him with a cheeky smile. “Sorry.”

“I immediately regret defending him,” David muttered. “Alright then. You can drive. Take a steady breath and relax your grip on the steering wheel.”

#please i am so soft for david teaching minnie how to drive #alec: hi baby where is our daughter? #magnus: she is learning how to drive with david :) #alec: WITH WHOM???? #tlnd

[ecargmura]

Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective Episode 10 Review - The Poisoned Latte

It’s crazy how there’s only three more episodes left! No, don’t leave me! I need a Season 2 this instant! There are rumors of a Season 2 floating by, actually. Some fans notice that this cour is called Part 1, so there could be multiple parts in the future. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. The story goes back to its one-off cases, which I don’t mind. This time, our main duo accidentally get entangled in a murder case at a cafe.

It feels as if Ron and Toto are crime magnets at this point. Everywhere they go, they get roped into solving murder cases. Heck, this episode’s case, they didn’t even plan on it happening; it just happened out of the blue. Toto was at the cafe because he was going to take a quick break with Chikori while Ron just happened to be the barista working there. Is Ron stalking Toto at this point? Something similar happened during Episode 5 where he just showed up all of a sudden with hand puppets.

As a one-off case, this one is actually pretty interesting because Ron is once again suspected for murder, so Toto has to solve the case in front of Chikori; Ron still does help around, but Toto does the usual stuff like he always does. Unlike Episode 5, Toto isn’t seen as a doofus this time around. In fact, Ron even compliments that Toto’s deductions are getting better, to which I agree! Toto is improving as a detective! Compare this case to the cases before the Observatory case and you can see a difference! Toto contributed a lot to this case, but still relied on Ron, but not as much as before. Maybe there will be a day where Toto has to solve a case all by himself?

Speaking of which, a new character shows up. Chikori Monki is a crime reporter who investigates impossible crimes and ones that are known to be hard to solve. Toto’s cases haven’t been reported to the public, yet she knows about them. Her love for detectives stem from being rescued by one when she got involved in a kidnapping case as a kid. As a character, Chicory’s cute. It’s nice to see a character who really respects and idolizes Toto for a change, even if her idea of him is actually incorrect. I did like how in the beginning, her idolizing Toto was more of a romanticization of detectives due to her past, but towards the end of the episode, she realizes that Toto is a hard working detective who is human, but her respect for him is still up there. It’s also a nice breath of fresh air to see a character who doesn’t like Ron for a change as Chikori finds Ron annoying. It’s like a total day and night difference with Amamiya who looks down on Toto but has a crush on Ron.

The three girls were a case of toxic friendship. Hayami, the culprit, killed Julie, the victim, because she hated the fact that she stole her boyfriend and that she was also jealous of her being the center of attention. Girl, if you hated her that much, maybe cut her out from your life? Did you really have to resort to murder to get back at her? The moral of this episode’s story is that the short-haired girl, Tamada, needs better friends, ones that care about each other without resorting to murder. I was so surprised when I saw the names of their voice actors in the credits. These three girls are voiced by Maaya Uchida (Julie), Yui Ishikawa (Hayami) and Sayaka Senbongi (Tamada). These three are popular voice actresses! I’m surprised that the director would cast them as minor characters here! Then again, the minor character voice casting have been crazy! I actually didn’t recognize their voices because they were using tones that were much different from their usual roles; it felt like they were using their normal voices.

I loved the comedy moments for this episode! The way Ron was all cool and suave while doing platypus latte art as Hayami mistook them for ducks was hilarious! I’ve never seen Ron that shocked. I theorize he was holding a grudge ever since, hence why he wanted Hayami to bash her head. Ron’s eccentric behavior around Chikori was hilarious too! He just wants a case, but it has been slow at the station! Ron needs money to get by, which is why he has so many jobs that could give Touya Kinomoto a run for his money. I think the beginning was also hilarious with the way the Floor of Indolence turns out to be removable and long.

Since the big observatory case has come to a close, and this case was only an episode long, what are they planning for the remaining three episodes? A three-parter to conclude this season? Three one-parters? I’m super curious. What are your thoughts on this episode?

#ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #ron kamonohashi deranged detective #kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #chikori monki #review #anime #anime review #arum journal #ecargmura

[fuckmeyer]

What about a snippet? As a treat. (You can and should say no if you aren't comfortable doing that. I'm just sooooooooo excited and curious to see the next book.)

sure! lil sniglet. as a treat. i always delete stuff, so i'm happy to share. though you might see a version of this make it into the final...

Eclipse AU

[a deleted draft in which Edward & Bells are getting tacos together on their first third-first date. warning: Come Nightfall spoilers.]

“I suppose, in keeping with the theme of our first dates, I should probably confess something to you.” Edward's smoldering amber eyes captured mine. “Isabella, I and my family are vampires.”

I feigned a gasp of surprise.

“What a coincidence,” I said. “I’m a vampire slayer.”

“I’ve killed. I’ve stolen. I’ve cheated. I’ve lied.”

“Me too. Except the stealing and the cheating.”

“Yes, but you’re a terrible liar, so the latter doesn’t count, either.”

I sipped my Coke. “The Volturi didn’t seem to think I was a terrible liar.”

After a beat, Edward burst into laughter.

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this lightheartedness from him - another change of Edward’s during our separation, I supposed - but it set a grin on my face.

“How very sexy of you,” he purred.

“I know you’re a sucker for women who break the law.”

“I’m a sucker in general.”

My turn to laugh. “Good one.” He winked. “Y’know, all things considered, this night turned out better than I thought.”

“Seeing as how you stayed through the appetizers this time, I’m inclined to agree.”

Blushing, I glanced down at my remaining tacos. “In keeping with the theme of our first dates, does this mean I get to ask questions?”

“Ah, what is legally referred to as our One Conversation, wherein I disclose potentially sensitive information?” he said. I nodded. “You know I loathe this game.”

“I know.”

“But I’ll do it for you. Because I adore you.”

“Ditto.” I wiped my mouth with my napkin and threw it down on the plate like a gauntlet. “Ten for ten?”

“All right,” he said. “Hit me.”

We leaned back in our seats, studying each other.

I cleared my throat. “We’ll start off easy. Besides breaking the law, tell me, Mr. Cullen, what else do you enjoy doing in your free time?”

“Well,” he said, “I’m a musician. And a composer. You might be familiar with my work.”

“You write lullabies.”

“Among other things, yes. I also play the organ, harp, clavichord, harmonica, hurdy-gurdy—”

“The what?”

“A string instrument operated via hand crank. Similar in timbre to the bagpipes.” I blinked. “That counts as one of your questions, by the way.” Before I could protest, he added, “Recently, I picked up the violin.”

Poking the ice cubes in my Coke with my straw, I brightened. “You started playing violin?”

“Part of my emergency preparedness plan. If I ever need to challenge the devil to a fiddle contest in exchange for a soul, I need to be able to play something more advanced than ‘Hot Cross Buns.’ More importantly, performing has been helping me retrain my gift.” He paused. “Oh. I’m a mindreader, by the way. Did I mention that?”

“A vampire and a mindreader?”

“I know it’s a lot to process.”

“I’m processing. Go on.”

“Besides that,” he said, “I enjoy reading, listening to music, going to art museums, and constructing pyres using the torn limbs of my enemies.”

“Hot.”

“I know you’re a sucker for men who kill.”

“I’m a sucker in general,” I said, and sipped my Coke.

It took several beautiful moments for Edward and I to stop laughing.

#they're so fucking cute together i want to die #will they get back together? will everything be chill? will they fuck or kill each other or be vamps or die together? tune in to find out! #twilight fanfiction #eclipse au #asks #edward cullen #bella swan #honestly thank you for asking because this & discord are the only spaces i ever talk about this fic and im SO EXCITED SDNAFLKLW #have a good night :) <3 cheers!

[being-worthy]

This might be goodbye

It seems like every new period gets worse and worse, that or my body is not coping well with being sick and working at the same time. But, what choice do I have? I’m in is new job where they don’t pay sick leave during the probation period, which is 3 months. That’s how stingy they are and it’s a fact that their client (where I work) doesn’t pay them peanuts and I need the money and the health services here are a joke. I felt the symptoms during the weekend and on Monday I had a very bad migraine, which is back again. I just wish I had someone to look after me when I feel like this and just overall… Is that so bad to wish for? But men don’t look at me because I’m too fat, too unpretty, too short, I don’t wear make-up, and I don’t dress up fashionably every day.

On another note, I’ve been thinking of leaving Tumblr. I joined at first to keep it as a diary and to write, but I’ve lost the strength and motivation, nor do I’ve the time I’d like to have. Many of the people I followed and used to talk to almost daily are not here anymore and I wonder every day where they are, but mostly if they’re doing well, are they happy, are they alive... Moreover, even though I feel happy when the people I follow post things about their daily life, their beautiful furry friends, or see a post of my favourite celebrities having a good time; when I see these things, I can’t help but feel a little bit envious but mostly sad, sad that I won’t have that because I’m too ugly and too fat for society and therefore, I don’t deserve to be happy and loved… It's also so painful that many artists I grew up with, whose art was my escape from the constant abuse at home, are no longer among us and it breaks my heart further when I read about something like this... And I don’t have any friends where I live and when I try to make them, they end up being people who have an ugly personality or worse, use me for their entertainment or find me too weird.

I don’t go to parties or clubs and even online dating apps don’t seem to help, so I’m condemned to be alone and this pain will only get worse with time, physically and emotionally. Most of all, I think I want to have a baby, yet I can only see myself having one with the one man who will love me no matter what, but where do I find a man who has a nerdy, romantic, caring, kind, loyal, intelligent, funny, patient, and attractive personality? The truth is he doesn’t exist and the pain of knowing this is so so unbearable that it breaks me, and there's no point in just keeping existing by walking on this planet just being numb and having no clue of anything…

#this might be the end #bye bye tumblr? #why am i like this #why am i now loved

[emma-frxst]

Smooth Criminal (Ch. 13)

Pairing: Colossus x reader

Summary: Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?

warnings: none other than Piotr being a goober in the first half.

a/n- upon rewatching the x men movies, its important to note that the victor creed/ sabertooth in this story is  Liev Schreiber’s sabertooth (x men origins: wolverine).  Thanks for reading! comments are reblogs help me out alot.

-

You stood in front of the floor length mirror In your bedroom, contemplating which outfit to wear.

“What do you think, babe?” You called out to Piotr who had just gotten out of the shower.

He rounded the corner of the bathroom and in all his glory, didn’t have any clothes on. Lucky you.

“I think you worry too much darling, you will look beautiful in any outfit you wear. Plus it is only birthday dinner for Cable. Not big deal.” He replied, kissing you on the head.

“You’re not really helping me out here, Petey.”

“I’m sorry I just think you look sexy in everything.” He said, giving your ass a playful slap. He disappeared into the closet before you could get him back.

He was right though. Ever since the incident with Victor, your anxiety had been running on high. It had been months since then, yes. But you still couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was going to happen.

“We need to leave soon darling so I would appreciate if you would make your decision.”

“I’m the one going to make us late? You are the one who is being distracting, waltzing around all naked and such.”

“Daaaa, you got me there.” He said making his way into the closet once more. A smile graced your lips, he was such a cheeky guy when he wanted to be.

“Ready when you are мой дорогой” (my darling) he said, reappearing from the closet a few minutes later.

You and Piotr were going to a restaurant for cable’s birthday with the x-force, which you had grown quite fond of in your time getting to know them.

.. You were laughing and having a good time during your outing. You needed this, it was good to give your mind a break from all the worry.

You were intently listening to Wade tell a story, you looked down to cut off a bite of food and when you looked back up something, someone, in the window behind him caught your eye.

Your blood ran cold.

A chill went creeping down your spine.

Was it? No..no way he’d show up here and make a scene.

Victor.

You leaned left of Wade’s head to get a better view, but he was gone. Maybe you were just seeing things, or dreaming perhaps.

But maybe not.

“You okay y/n?” Cable’s voice bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Yeah.” You set your silverware down. “I just need some air. Excuse me.” You responded and nearly rushed out of the restaurant. Colossus not far behind.

You looked around outside, no Victor, no Shaw, no suspicious cars, nothing.

“дорогой?” (darling) colossus questioned, finding you sitting on the bench outside.

“What’s wrong?”

You foolishly thought that maybe Victor would leave you alone. That he’d let you have your life back. “Nothing, babe, just feeling a little sick.” You forced a smile. “What is really wrong?” Piotr questioned, sitting beside you.

You hesitated on what to say.

“I’ve been..really struggling with my anxiety lately. I feel like it’s taken over.”

Piotr took both your hands in his much larger ones, “We will get through it together моя любовь.” (My love) “I know a few good therapists.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

You ran a hand through his soft black hair and came to rest it on his cheek.

“You know I love you a lot, right?” You gushed, holding back tears. “Like so much”

“Da. I love you too.” He said and planted a kiss on your forehead.

You and Piotr sat in silence for another minute or so. During which time you tried to get ahold of yourself. Your efforts on that front were unsuccessful.

You promised to kill Victor if he ever hurt Piotr. But how would you? He was stronger, faster, and had a healing factor.

You decided you’d need to visit your old friend, professor X. maybe he would know, or at the least, bestow some wisdom upon you.

“Ready to go back inside?” Piotr questioned, his voice soft and gentle. Reassuring.

“Yeah.” You gave him your best smile, hoping he wouldn’t see past your façade.

“Good.” He offered you his hand.

You took it and the two of you went back inside the restaurant.

You turned your head to look behind you, just to make sure Victor wasn’t there. He wasn’t..this time.

-

tags: tags lists open! @chromecutie @xenomorphique @evelyn120700 @nightriver99 @iamwarrenspeace @this-that-and-every-thing-else @hsk-puma @bungeewabbit @pianomad @lesbianstarkx @hazilyimagine-blog @super-darkcloudstudent @thehuntress26 @mooleche @rovvboat @leo-writer-deactivated20221124 @dandyqueen @nitemaremotionless @wintersoldierswife @master-sass-blast

#colossus x reader #piotr rasputin x reader #peter rasputin x reader #colossus x reader au #colossus fanfiction #colossus x you #colossus/ reader #mine #kacceywrites #xmcu fanfiction

[colemorrison]

My inquisitor DA:I

He smells like lemons and Dorian loves it

His best friends are undoubtly Varric and Krem

He love’s Cole so much and he is literally his son

He secretly reads all of the books Dorian mentions so he can be up to speed on what he’s talking about

LOVES french toast and has it almost every morning

Is actually very insecure in his place as the inquisitor but Cole reminds him how his people feel about him as leader

He often spends all his free time with Cole, Dorian and Varric wandering around the hinterlands 

Ilya (the inquisitor) has bright green eyes that remind a lot of people of the fade rifts but when Dorian sees them he simply sees the man he’s fallen head over heels in love with

“Perhaps you should try using a sword and shield”

“Cullen, if you ever try to make me use a sword I will use it to chop you into bite size pieces”

“My bad, just thought it could help”

He keeps his daggers under his pillow on rough nights because he’s terrified something will happen and separate him and Dorian

He likes to keep strands of his hair against his temples because Dorian once said it made him look like a prince

He often takes Dorian, Cole and Varric off to have picnics in a clearing he came across in the hinterlands

After he found out what Dorian’s father had tried to do to him, Ilya told Cole to help him plan an outing for them to help the mage realise he wasn’t alone and even if his father didn’t love him, he’d have these two rouges that would love him till the fade swallowed them whole

He’s actually quite close to Krem as well, when he needs to wind down he often finds the other man and they settle down to have a drink

He and Dorian give Krem different clothing ideas to make him look just a tad sexier 

(Dorian’s words)

Varric doesn’t think the inquisitor sees it but he often finds him reading his books to Cole

“Hawke was my best friend but he stayed behind to be with his lover” *HEAVY EYE ROLL*

“You roll your eyes Varric but you’re really overjoyed for him aren’t you?”

“He’s my best friend Cole, of course I’m happy for him I just miss him sometimes”

Sometimes he finds drawings around Skyhold of him and Dorian during their happiest moments 

(Cole drew them)

“You’re drawing skills have improved Cole”

“Varric helps me, sometimes he lets me draw my favourite parts of his books, it helps me feel like I was there in the moment”

He gives Cole piggy back rides throughout Skyhold

“You smell like lemons Ilya, Dorian likes it. It makes him feel at home, we found a lemon tree in the emerald graves and he picked a bunch, just to break them open and drink the juice. His moustache smelt like lemon for days but he couldn’t have been happier”

“He really finds comfort in me doesn’t he Cole?”

Dorian loves Ilya’s hair, especially when its down, it makes him look like he’s such a higher power

“You look so godly when you wear your hair down amatus”

“I think it makes me look more feminine than it should”

“You don’t look feminine at all, you look more handsome then anyone could dream of”

He likes to brush Cole’s hair back so you can see his face a little better Krem often sits and draws with Cole so he has some company when Ilya, Dorian and Varric are away on some mission he couldn’t attend

After months and months of being together and earning Dorians trust he proposed the idea of matching tattoos 

Now they have a little tattoo of a dagger and staff back to back as if they were getting ready for battle

“Do they remind you of what has happened?”

Dorian can’t help but trace the scars on the others face when they're in bed much later than they should be

“Actually nowadays they remind me of how far I've come and where it has led me”

He likes to mess up Dorian’s moustache so it’s twirled downward just to piss him off

“For the last time amatus if you keep messing with my glorious, work of art moustache I will chop off your hair

“But Dorian, you love my hair”

Though it’s rare he and Cassandra sometimes have dinner together, just to catch up on everything they’ve been to busy to talk about

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dorian pavus #dragon age dorian #Varric Tethras #dragon age varric #cole dragon age #theyre taking up my brain #theyre gay and in love #i love dorian pavus #commander cullen #cullen dragon age #krem dragon age

[inner--islands]

Interview with Sawyer G. (December 2023)

Back in September we shared Sawyer Gebauer's first release as Sawyer G., It'll Be Gone For A Little While, which is also his first foray into instrumental music. Here we get to dive deeper into his evolving practice.

1. What are some recent inspirations?

Lately, there's been a lot of experimental, ambient, techno, house, breakbeat, and glitch. The Berlin-based projects Nthng and S.W. stand out for their grasp of techno/house historical roots while weaving their uniqueness into the fabric of the genre. Nosaj Thing's album Continua (2022) has been my companion for the past month.

In literature, I recently completed the knighted historian Keith Thomas's work, Religion and the Decline of Magic (1971). This 800-page tome explores 16th/17th century England, offering a detailed account of the ebb and flow, as well as the reciprocal relationship between Christianity and the occult, much of which happened during the Interregnum period. My next instrumental album will play off of these themes, each song titled inspired by superstitious methods used during these periods to keep evil spirits away.

Visually, Paleochristian and Middle Age art and architecture have been fun to dive into further this year. The implementation of abstract form in exchange for naturalistic representation to pursue the divine is fascinating. Not to mention the symbolism in the storytelling that creates a mysterious aura. I’ve noticed there's been increased references to, and acceptance of, this period of art in contemporary culture. I wonder if it has anything to do with our own self-abstraction in search of a new space, a virtual space. A quest for transcendence to reach a higher plane through technology and our drive to escape the earthly realm for a brighter, more powerful, and convenient world.

2. As someone who has worked so much in the realm of song-based music (lyrics, melodies, etc.), do you feel that instrumental music allows you to express things that you can’t in the song format?

Yes. It was freeing to break from word and structure. I made my most impactful and genuine work because of this freedom. My whole creative life led up to those moments making this album, and I found a piece of myself that was present, yet dormant. Now, I feel the experimental and the song-based format have been merging in really exciting and interesting ways.

3. Do you prefer to refine a composition over a period of time or capture something quickly and move on?

It’s circumstantial. If there's flow between me and the song, and the space is right, I can work on a song for two weeks straight, 40 hours a week. However, if I step away from it too long, I find it difficult to return to the same creative realm that space once provided. At that point, I chalk it up as another step closer to the song that needs to be created later. Not everything I put time into needs to be a released product, or even a finished one. To be discerning and letting things go can make the future work better.

4. How do you like to get perspective on your work?

I have those whom I trust that will give constructive words to make the work better. I’ve been releasing music since I was 18, almost 15 years. Something I’ve realized is that as you get older and more invested in your passion, the need for praise to build confidence is no longer sought after. Instead, you want to know how the work can get better, and how much deeper you can go. Trusted external sources can help get you where you want to be, rather than getting lost in the false direction of expectation. If you're doing it right, you are making it for yourself and the ones around you.

5. When did you first start releasing music? And how has your relationship to the releasing process changed since then?

I was in high school when I released my first album O Lost!, inspired by Thomas Wolfe’s novel Look Homeward, Angel. When I graduated, I moved to Stockholm and signed to a now dissolved label run by an ex-pat from Canada. This was 2010, before Spotify was the gate keeper of music consumption that resulted in listeners becoming further passive in how they discover music, relying on playlist automation. Indie fans still found their music through blogs and Soundcloud. That’s not so much the case anymore. Through the convenience of technology that brings with it affordability, a lot of our art consumption is severed from connection or relationship. Like fast fashion, fast design, fast food, there is fast art. Easy come, easy go. Little is left with a lasting impact or impression. That seems to me like one of the biggest changes releasing music in the past 10 years or so.

6. How much of a role does improvisation play in the tracks that make up It’ll Be Gone For A Little While?

There's a good balance between composition and improvisation in It’ll Be Gone for A Little While. I try not to force things. I rarely have an idea of what I want to do with a song when beginning. Instead, I listen and feel where the song wants to go. This flow has worked well for me. I find that if I have too much of an intention or idea of what I want to do, there is friction, and it comes out feeling stiff and soulless. I've found that those initially intended ideas come out naturally when they need to. 

7. Are there any particular pieces of visual art that inspired the tracks on the album?

Love that question. At the time, Lee Ufan, Pat Steir, Barnett Newman, Isamu Noguchi, Joan Miro. You can hear this in the album - Moments of minimalism and maximalism. At times it can be disturbing, peaceful, or contradictory, like tranquil chaos.

8. You’ve mentioned fragmentation being an important aspect of this new work. How does it factor in for you?

To come full circle from the second question. I was in the realm of creating in structured form most of my life. It's important to have a firm grasp on structure and tradition to break it down in interesting, provocative, and productive ways while acknowledging the importance of the past. Studying jazz, which then took me into realms of experimentalism and ambient, was imperative toward intentionally breaking down these forms.

9. Do you feel like working on this instrumental project has influenced your approach to Catch Prichard and your song-oriented music?

Absolutely. I have incorporated elements from both fields. Sampling, granular synthesis, ambient and experimental sonic space. It has come to a degree that, when beginning a piece, I don’t know whether it will be a Catch Prichard track or a Sawyer G. song. The expression to be able to weave in and out, but also fuse together these themes, has been incredibly enlightening. I'm excited to see where it goes.

10. Words of wisdom you like to recall in times of need?

Creatively, do you. Trust your intuition. Let your work guide you where it needs to go, it only needs your help to bring it to its full potential.

#dialogue

[mallas28]

Hey there. Thank you so much for putting this out. I know it’s difficult, but believe me I understand. As a follow mha fan who has severe mental health problems and difficult family issues, DFO has always been like my safe haven.

I’ve gone through so much loss and trauma during the last 2 years and even failed 2 uni courses which took me months to get over the shock. I was introduced to mha when Covid started and it’s been my emotional support pillar ever since.

It’s a small community, but the DFO art, posts and fanfics have just helped me so much by giving me something to lean on and appreciate. I love the characters and how wholesome they are together. Just knowing DFO might not happen because of the recent chapters has really put me in a shitty spot. I was so confident about it too (Like after all that evidence you can’t seriously tell me it’s not true). It sounds so dumb and weird but to me it’s so hard and upsetting knowing that it might not happen and my comfort character (AFO) will end up dying.

I have exams this week, the chapter was the one thing I was hoping would help my sanity yesterday. Hori absolutely deserves a break, but I felt my soul twist when I heard it was a 2 week break. The ONE thing I look forward to.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one feeling this way, neither are you. At the end of the day, even if DFO doesn’t happen, we still have this community and all the posts and past fan arts to look back at. I’m not in a good spot and I don’t mean to be hypocritical, but please keep on going, things will get better. I want you to keep a little bit of your hopes up, you never know what Hori will come up with. If you ever need support there is always someone who understands here for you to lean on and talk to. 🙏🏻

Anon, thank you for your words. I really understand your feelings.

In recent year life turn to complete mess. I really miss my cat and wanna take new,but i cant,because i do not have money to feed it.

DFO and MHA really make me feel better. No antidepressants could help me. If not only other huge circumstances in my life i would react to MHA break more lightly.

Moreover i have crisis in my faith now. No matter that i ask in praying things got worse. I asked for my cat , for my finance, for my job, for my new job. Nothing will happen or things getting worse . So i decided one day to pray for DFO reveal and MHA. (THIS SOUND RIDICULOUS I KNOW) Maybe this ridiculous request will e fulfilled and now it got much worse. I am really upset now and fear to pray.

Again anon, thank you for your support and understanding..Sorry for my English

#sorry for my english #bnha #my crisis #faith crisis #afo is hisashi #dfo #bnha dfo #dfo theory #ask

[canayams-art]

yikes ik it's been a while, and trust me ive been meaning to talk more about qianqing, but the uni exams started and now i FINALLY found some free time (and a sticky note at the back of my brain reminding me) to talk 😭

also before anything SEASON 2 LOOKS SOOOO FREAKING GOOOD!! like in absolutely in love with mq and i thought i couldn't love him more but i was fortunately proven wrong ! also it dragged me back into fengqing so there's that hensndkeknd it only took few hot shots of fx and yeah i hate that i love them again but i do and there's nothing i can do about it but accept 😔✊ I HAD SUCH HIGH EXPECTATIONS FOR LQQ AND HE MET EVERY ONE OF THEM SJDJDJD HE LOOKS SO BABY and speaking of him, im sooooo curious what was your favorite lqq scene??

you seem to have read my thoughts when you answered my last ask because THOSE WERE EXACTLY THE SCENES I IMAGINED THEM IN!! mq nagging lqq about paperwork, friendly sparring, lqq sticking around mq during events in the heaven iejejekejej gods i wish i have more time so i can write something for them because this hasn't stopped itching my brain for weeks 😭

i also raise you that they go on missions together, because once mq gets comfortable and once he notices that lqq keeps inviting him, even if he doesn't need the help, he would invite lqq simply for the company!

lqq meeting fy on his purse of revenge could go into sooo many different directions!! like does lqq figure out fy is out on defending mq's name quest and is conflicted because he wants to help but also killing qr takes priority rn? does he try to convince fy to work together?? now i wanna explore every crevice of that meeting and make like thousands fics for it!!

(it's not out of the question, ive done aus out of my own aus! im sure if i find the time i could do this as well😭)

the thing about qiurong for me, as it is with many ships in big fandoms, it feels very forced ig by the fandom? i don't think im wording it correctly, but for me i usually don't end up liking many of those ships because it feels like people would just smush two characters together because they ran out of characters they can pair them with. and it's not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case the most im seeing from qiurong is fluffy family aus, which would never come to mind for me when i think about qr and lqq in a room together. again not a bad thing, not a bad ship, but personally not my cup of tea.

i do have to admit tho, im always kinda leaning towards more canon characterization, so i do have a particular tastes in ships i do ship and in definitely not one of the people who would read anything they can from the ships i like. so i think i wouldn't have gave up so quickly on quirong if i found something that suits my taste, because i do like both of their characters separately.

EXPLORING THE SIDE CHARACTERS RELATIONSHIPS IS ALWAYS THE BEST PART IN ANY FANDOM FOR ME!!! especially as someone whose faves are usually the side characters lol the creativity and the freedom of interpretation, diving deeper into them and putting them into situations and having to think about how they would act in them sjsjjsjd makes me crazy every time!

IVE SEEN YOUR LQQ/SQX ART AND OMG I WAS KICKING MY FEET ON MY BED LIKE A KID! EJJEJEEJ IT WAS SOO PRETTY!! GENUINELY LIVED IT! 😍😍😍

WELCOME BACK QIANQING ANON!! Best of luck with your exams! Make sure you find time to take breaks and rest your brain when you can!

For real though season 2 has been such a treat so far— visually stunning and so fun to watch. I know what you mean about sinking back into fengqing hell while watching it. I’ve been in the same position— once you go fengqing you can never leave fengqing. They’re still so important to me 🥹🥹🧡

ALSO LQQ IS JUST AS ENDEARING AND CHARMING AS I HOPED HE WOULD BE. The way he’s so expressive and always so honest— he wears his feelings at all times and it’s always been one of my favorite qualities of his. Also asking me to choose a fav lqq scene is cruel— I love them ALL!!! From his intervention in the gambler’s den and subsequent fight with Hua Cheng, to the way Xie Lian still wrangles him like they’re still teacher & student, to lqq’s “if I hadn’t stepped in, nobody else would,” to the anger and pain in his voice as he broke his own arm to make a fair duel against xl,,,,, there’s so many good scenes!!!!

I’m bouncing all of these qianqing scenarios around in my head but I’m also especially intrigued by a fy & lqq encounter. If lqq was already close with mq when he was put under house arrest, I don’t know if lqq would be able to ignore that— even if he was still hellbent on revenge against qr. Maybe lqq doesn’t recognize mq in fy’s form— his decision to help would come across as so much more sincere like that, I think. Mq isn’t even present but lqq— who is still so jaded by his own quest— still thinks so highly of mq,,,,,,, I think mq would be taken aback by the gesture. Meanwhile lqq knows what it’s like to be wronged and want to set things right— he can empathize.

I’m shaking your hands on the qiurong sentiments— again, I think it’s fun for people to explore ships however they want. I don’t really like it so I don’t really engage with it. They don’t scratch the right type of enemies to lovers tropes that I usually like and that’s okay! I’ll be peddling my lqq content off in the corner while people have fun in their spaces.

I think it’s okay and important to be selective about how you enjoy your media! Not every piece of art or fic was made to be universally enjoyed and that’s okay! Personally I’m with you on focusing on characterization— If I feel like my silly lil guys would not say the words being put in their mouths then usually I put what I’m looking at down and move onto something else.

We’re alike in side character enjoyment too LMAO. Not to analyze it too hard but— for me at least— I think it comes down to how much they have or have not been explored and the intrigue that comes with that possibility. In more deranged words: they’re chewier! It’s like you said— it’s fun to try and figure out how they would behave in unwritten scenarios.

I’m glad you liked my autumn wind piece!!! I’d never drawn sqx before so that was exciting. I’ve been quietly enjoying people’s reactions to it while hiding so many other lqq rarepair ideas in my pockets 🤫😂

#yams uncans #qianqing #thinking about fy and lqq teaming up and crying about it actually 🥺 #also sorry I’m so late responding to this wow