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Scream For Me Doll~ Ghostface!Ellie x F!Reader

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ITS FINALLY FUCKING HEREEEEEE!!!

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GHOSTFACE!ELLIE AI AUDIOS HERE!!

Before I even start-

18+ CONTENT MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS FIC IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR MINORS!!

PLEASE READ ALL OF THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU INDULGE IN THIS FIC!!

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish this fic, I wanted to make it the best I could for you deranged Beauties~. I will say though, I only proofread half of it (I'll proofread the other half later - sorry I just wanted to post it already heeheheh~) so any mistakes I apologize they will be fixed in the future!

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WARNINGS!! PLEASE READ!!

This fic IS NOT for everyone, so please if it isn't your cup of tea...move on. Any type of hate sent my way I ask for it to not be anonymous so I can do you the justice and block you straight up. This fic contains the following: (If I forget to put a TW please let me know so I can add it on!!)

LOTS of dark themes, Filthy smut, Knife play, Blood play, Self harm (Ellie's behalf - slightly intentional - she cuts herself on the blade), Degradation (Very minor), Possessiveness, Stalking, Cursing, Deranged reader and Ellie, Mentions of murder/killing.

I think that's it - again if I missed anything please let me know. BUT that's about it folks, hope you Beauties~ enjoy!! (7839 Words)

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The sound of breathing was the only thing to be heard, Ellie’s warm breath bouncing off the flesh of the mask and back into her own. She learned very quickly how to stay quiet in situations like these. Her robe almost touched the floor, flowing right along with her movements. The sun had set hours before, a warm yellow moon took its place. Darkness cascades over the town, it was during these hours where she thrived the most. The shadows made for her stalk within the night, hiding all of her secrets in its shroud. She slowly creeps towards your window, forever thankful that your room was located on the first floor. 

A lot of her nights were spent like this. Reveling in her recent victims over the weeks to then come and celebrate by watching you at your most vulnerable. You weren’t on her hit list, far from it actually. Her obsession for you was different, not one of bloodlust. Although she’d love to see the deep velvet color of your blood drip down your stomach. The tip of her blade digging into your skin, not too hard, not too soft, but enough to pierce the skin. She’d imagine rubbing her gloved thumb across the liquid, smearing it towards your hip bone. Where she’d then grip your waist, squeezing the soft flesh in her palm. 

Her true bloodlust was for the imbeciles who fell into her traps, never clever enough to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve put themselves in. What genius would walk through an alleyway alone after a night of drinking? Or answer a phone call in the deep hours of the night? Only idiots would and Ellie hated the idiots of the world. The ones who deserved to be silenced by her blade, one less ignorant human on this planet. She saw the evils she committed as an act of justice. Just what society needed, one less idiot to exist. But fuck there were so many. That’s why she enjoyed you the most. You weren’t like them. 

The way you were always aware of your surroundings, keeping up on the latest murders of the month. Those murders being her own work of course. She saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea of figuring out who the infamous Ghostface was. You were determined, it was cute in your own way. Ellie was always one step ahead though, she knew about your obsession with the slasher. Being your close friend was her advantage to the game. It was her fun version of tag, except for the fact that you were unaware you were playing it with her. Coming so close to touching her, the tips of your fingers stretched out wide but she was able to run and hide. You having to start all over again just when you were so close. She loved when you got close. 

She’d listen to all the theories you’d come up with about who Ghostface could be. You’ve gotten close a few times, even if it was jokingly pointing the finger at her. You’d laugh off the idea of Ellie being Ghostface. It’s too hard to believe your childhood friend who you’ve spent every waking moment with to be the one. You told her she didn’t have the guts to commit such acts, too blinded by the nurturing friendship the two of you shared. As clever as you were, in which Ellie respected, you always missed that one piece. 

There was a moment that she did want to tell you, to scream it off the rooftops or to stand outside your house with it written in bold letters. Hey, it’s me! I’m Ghostface! Surprised huh? But she knew that’d be too risky, as much as she trusts you with her life she doesn’t fully know if you’d be able to keep this under the wraps. Would you run away screaming, telling the first officer you see? Or is there that slight chance that you’d be alright with it… 

This was another fantasy Ellie loved to live in. You overjoyed with the fact that she was the one. Running up to her and caressing her mask, blood staining the tips of your fingers just moments after her fresh kill. But she knew better. Out of all the secrets you two shared, this was the only one she kept to herself. 

Little did she know you had secrets of your own. Your obsession with the slasher didn’t just end at finding out who it was. You wanted them for yourself. You wanted to trace their mask with your fingers, dragging them down the oversized robe and over to their gloved hand. You dreamt of grabbing that hand that yielded the knife. Tracing it up your chest to your delicate throat. To feel the cool blade against your skin would welcome heat that would pool between your thighs. You wanted them to use you how they wanted, bending at their will, doing whatever for them. It was a fucked up fantasy you couldn’t stop. But did you truly want it to stop? 

You had to bite your tongue every time you talked to Ellie about them. She was intrigued with your theories, always ready to listen in on the newest piece of evidence you brought up. But you didn’t want to face the judgment of her words when you told her the main reason you wanted to see what was behind the mask. You imagined her reaction once. You didn’t imagine it again after that. 

As she peers in she feels her chest swell up. It never felt any different for her, you always made her feel a certain way. Especially during these times. When she had the mask on, it changed her. She became a different person, she felt free. She felt like her true self. It was funny in a way, usually people put on a mask to hide their identity. But it wasn’t the same for Ellie, it brought out the worst in her. She loved every second of it. 

You were fast asleep in your bed, legs in a tangled mess with your blankets. Your brows were furrowed, tightly knit together. She was curious as to what you were dreaming about. Was it a nightmare? Troubles from something that happened earlier in the day? It took everything in her to not climb in through your window, coming close to you to smoothen out the lines between your brows. Her eyes trailed down to your lips, taking in how soft they looked. How badly she wanted to glide her gloved fingers across them. Just to hook them into the side of your mouth and pull back the flesh, making you smile like the joker. 

Her nightly ritual would soon come to an end. Much to her disappointment she had to go back to being the regular old Ellie. The Ellie no one suspected was Ghostface. She took in your features one last time before descending back into the night, the darkness consuming her once again. 

Finding the abandoned shed by her house she shed herself of her shroud and mask, putting them away in her pack. She returned home shortly after, unlocking her door with her key. She couldn't wait to also get some rest. Unbothered to do anything else besides sleep she threw her pack across the room. Flopping into the bed it didn’t take long for her to be whisked away into lust filled dreams of your face. 

The next morning came in a hurry. Ellie woke up in a sweat, the stuffy heat of the summer causing her clothes to stick to her skin. It didn’t help that she fell asleep with her jeans and t-shirt on, too tired the night before to change into something more comfortable. Her hand reaches over on her nightstand, grabbing her phone she checks the time, 11 a.m. It wouldn’t be long until you’re knocking at the door, you both had previously made plans to go out today. Finally having a matching day off you didn’t want to waste it away, even with the stupid curfew in place. Jackson didn’t have much to do but you both made it work. Your favorite spot was going deep into the forest, dangerous yes, but you enjoyed the quiet serene scene. The only sounds being what nature wanted to sing to you that day. 

Today would probably be one of those forest days. The overwhelming buzz of fear that clouded the skies of Jackson was starting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted, no needed, a mini escape from it all. And who better to escape all of it with none other than your loyal friend. She understood how you felt, how sick of the people you were. She understood it all too well. 

Ellie placed the phone back down on the nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up. Letting out a sigh she climbs out of bed and goes to get ready for the day. It doesn’t take long until you’re knocking at her door. Toothbrush in her hand she rushes over to let you in. Your soft smile sends flutters to her stomach, precious as always. She sends a smile back your way, standing off to the side to let you in. You were wearing a regular t-shirt and shorts that hugged your thighs just right, she couldn’t help her eyes from checking you out. After you walk in she closes the door and returns to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

You walk over to the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame watching her finish up. You gave her a knowing look and she knew what would come out of your mouth before you even said it.

“New evidence?” She asks. 

Your grin widens, “Maybe…”

“Spill, now.” 

This happened often, you’d have some new “gossip” about the killer from your unresting research. While Ellie would sit and listen, wanting to know how close you’ve gotten this time. 

“So you remember a week ago when that random man was murdered?” 

Ellie pretends to think about it for a second. She knew exactly who you were referring to, he was a tough one. His extreme persistence to survive almost caused him to escape her grasp, almost. She nods at you. 

“Well apparently he put up a fight.” 

Ellie’s face cringed, thinking back on the memory. Her expression quickly changed to a confused one, now wondering how you knew about his persistence. 

“I know I know, the only reason I found this out is because of someone sharing some info on Reddit.” She waits for you to continue on. “So their Dad is a cop blah blah, shit no one cares for. But because of this he gets inside info. So get this, they found a piece of the handle to the blade Ghostface used to kill him. There’s some overly complicated science as to how they know he struggled. But the piece of it gives them a slight advantage on what weapon the killer uses. It’s honestly crazy how the knife broke. It’s said that the Buck 120 is very durable, some luck huh?” 

Fuck-

Ellie knew her mistake but didn’t think it would be found so soon. By the time she realized the piece had fallen off it had already been too late. That night she was consumed with the need to see you. Specially after that persistent fuck gave her such a hard time. The stress of it all ate her alive, for once she feared she would be discovered if he was able to escape her grasp. Luckily with one hard strike she was able to finally take him down. Enraged after the fact she kept up the hard strikes at his weak skin. Definitely a blood bath, all the emotions clouded her mind. She didn’t realize that her harsh slashes may be the one thing to bring her demise. When she saw you that night all the stress seemed to disappear. She returned home that night, dread still heavy on her head. Seeing you truly did help her but soon as she left you it all came back. The next morning was when she saw the lost piece in her handle. Cursing herself at her stupidity, it was too late. She never goes back to a kill, no matter how satisfying or difficult. It was too risky, the bodies were found usually a day or so after she ended them. 

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of your voice. “Earth to Ellie, you there?” 

She rinses her toothbrush and spits out the paste in her mouth to answer you. 

“Yeah.” She laughs it off, “Sorry. Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

You tuck in your lips nodding slowly at her words. “It’s crazy to think about isn’t it? I’ll find out who it is eventually I know it.” 

“Oh you do now?” Ellie forgets about her previous thoughts. More interested in your words instead. 

“Mhm~ You know how close I’ve gotten.” 

“I also know how many times it’s slipped from you too.” 

“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear this shit talk when I find out who it is. I’ll prove everyone wrong.” 

Sure you will. Ellie thinks, “I’m gonna talk shit regardless. You know this.” 

You laugh at her words, “You’re right. Anyways hurry up, I wanna be out as long as I can before curfew.” 

Ellie finishes up what she has to, not wanting to keep you waiting. As she gets her things together you go to sit on the couch, patiently waiting. After she’s done you both head for the front door. Before you can leave Ellie mutters a hold on forgetting one last thing. She goes back into her room before descending out with her guitar case in hand. You smile warmly at her. You always loved when she would bring her guitar. Playing the tunes you were never tired of hearing. You opened the door for her letting her exit with her case. Following her out you both took off to the calming forest. Letting go of all the troubles that plagued your minds. 

After a few hours you and Ellie made it back to her house. The time spent in nature was a refresher you both needed. Similar reasons neither of you were aware of. The two of you didn’t eat the whole day so you both agreed to get food once settled in Ellie’s home. Not wanting the night with you to end Ellie made sure to invite you over after. She knew she’d be around you. Regardless if you stayed or not. She could either have you here or have you through your window. As much as she did enjoy the latter, she wanted to be around you as long as you’d allow. Even if it was when she was regular Ellie. 

The both of you settled down onto the couch. Ellie loaded a game up to pass the time, knowing you’d enjoy watching her play. Ellie made you comfortable no matter the situation, being in her presence made you feel such a relief. A relief no one could provide in the same way that she can. You were scrolling through restaurants in the area on your phone. Stretched out sideways along the couch. Your back against the armrest and your legs over Ellie’s as she sat regularly. Her arms were resting on your lower thighs, fingers pressing away at the buttons. She told you to pick what you wanted, not caring what you’d order. She’d eat whatever you put in front of her anyway. You didn’t want anything too crazy, just something comforting and simple. Which is why you decided on pizza, can’t get more simple than that. 

“I’m gonna get us some pizza.” You look up at Ellie from your phone.

Her eyes were trained on the screen, “Sounds good to me.” She shrugged slightly, replying. 

“Okay I’ll get us a large and a drink as well.” 

Ellie throws a quick glance in your direction, “My card should be in my pack in the room.” 

“I can just buy it Ellie…” 

“Fuck no.” When she looks back at you, this time she doesn’t break eye contact, “I invited you over to eat so I pay for it, yeah?” 

You didn’t bother to argue back with her, you’d lose in the end. You always did. You mumbled alright and she lifted up her arms so you could slip off the couch. The warmth of your legs were gone, causing her to shiver from the cool feeling of her air conditioner. 

You walked over into her room searching around for her pack. Your eyes scan the room when they finally land on it thrown over into the corner. You walk over kneeling down to open it up, digging through it you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your finger. Pulling your hand back from the pack with an ow you look hold your hand to see blood dripping from your middle finger. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble. 

Instead of making the mistake to dig around unaware again you slowly pull open the sides of the pack, opening it up to peek at what's inside. Your brows furrow at the black cloth harshly shoved in it. Slowly pulling it out to examine it an object flops to the floor. Snapping your head down your eyes widen, You can feel the blood draining from your face. A sharp flutter fills your stomach, it was a mask. But not any mask, a Ghostface mask. Picking it up with your free hand to examine it you now notice the red splatters, it stands out from the contrast of the bold white mask. Is that…blood? You think to yourself, it can’t be. This is a joke, there's no way she’s Ghostface. You smirk to yourself, was she really trying to fuck with you like this? She’s done stupid jokes before but never went as far as buying the costume to trick you. Some tricks, huh. Nice try Ellie. 

Did she really think you were that naive? You were going to get up and confront her when the sting of your finger got your attention again. You almost forgot about the cut, you then realized that nothing in your hands could’ve sliced you like that. Don’t tell me she bought a knife too, oh Ellie-. You reached into the pack again, carefully this time knowing your chances of getting cut again were high. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the light shine off the blade, she really outdid herself this time. You grasp the handle and bring it out from the bag, it was the exact kind of knife Ghostface used. The knife had the smeared red on the blade as well. 

One part of you couldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone this time to fuck with your “investigation.” But the other part of you couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her going this far. She didn’t truly know what these things did to you. If it was her, which was a long shot, you wondered how much easier everything would be. Not having to worry about who was behind the mask, not that you really cared, but it was something that crossed your mind. What if it was someone you couldn’t stand, would you be able to still keep up that fantasy of them? Could you still keep it up if it was Ellie? Your feelings for Ellie were that of a roller coaster. In friendship terms everything was smooth sailing, there’s no one else on the planet you could trust your life with more. But when it came to the topic of it being more than a friendship, that was a different story. You can’t say you never had feelings for her, you have. You just pushed them down when you realized how badly it could ruin everything. Plus you had no idea, doubted even, that she liked you the same. So you buried your own feelings deep inside, not daring to let them out again. Sometimes though she’d do things that made you shiver. That would cause those feelings to bubble over again, reaching for nothing but the disappointment you’d give them when you continued to shove them under again. 

Although, to know that she did this all for you made those feelings bubble over again. Could she have a clue about your true intentions of wanting who was behind that mask? Is that why she went this far? To make you believe it? To fall for her instead of the true Ghostface? No, she wouldn’t, it’s just a dumb prank. 

You laughed at your thoughts, going the extra mile once again, your delusions would constantly take control when the masked killer was involved. You twirl the knife in your hands one last time before you decide to put it down. As you check it for the last time your fingers smooth over something rough on the handle. Curious, you look at what the disturbed surface could be. 

As you study the handle your heart drops. No, no, no- this can’t be happening, you think. You can feel the anxiety swell up in your chest. You forget how to breathe, your thoughts racing a million miles a minute. All of the countless hours you spent searching, all of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The endless amount of research you would study, day after day. Stuck scrolling on your computer not resting until you get so close to finding out who it could be. The theories of all the different people you had, you even bought a cork board to help your search. You pulled some crazy shit you kept to yourself to find out where or who they could be. Putting yourself in danger in hopes that you’ll be the slasher's “next prey.” 

All of this for what? For it to be your best friend this whole time. The one person you were so sure of it not being. Fuck you felt so stupid. You grew up with her, you knew her better than you knew yourself. You felt pride in knowing that she would never be capable of such a thing, but she was. And here you are, staring at the handle with the piece of it missing that was just discovered by the authorities. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t. Why did you want to deny it? 

In a way this makes everything easier, your mind travels back to your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of what if Ellie was the killer. But why didn’t she kill you yet? If no one was safe from her slashes then why were you? Question after question filled your head, trying to piece all the evidence together to figure out just what you have missed. While in deep thought you heard a loud thud. Locking in place you slowly turned your head to the sound. 

Ellie stood by the door, frozen. The controller that was once in her hand now faced upside down on the floor. She was wondering why it was taking you so long to grab your wallet. She knew it was in her room, in some pack that she threw on the floor yesterday. She hasn't touched it since. It wasn’t until she started thinking about it that she felt the color drain from her face. She was so exhausted yesterday that she forgot to put her Ghostface pack in the hiding spot she usually does. It slipped from her mind until this moment. Now she’s paying the consequences, walking in on you holding her knife. The very knife you just talked about hours earlier. The single piece of evidence that would be 100% proof of Ellie being Ghostface. 

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Scared that any wrong move would result in your panic, your screams filling the air as you ran for the door. But you didn’t. You didn’t move an inch, holding the knife in your hand you stared back at her. All of this time it was her, you didn’t want to admit it but you felt a sense of relief. You did it, you found out who Ghostface was. 

You opened your mouth, trying to get something out, anything out but you couldn’t. Caught like a deer in headlights you thought about your next move. As you thought about it, so did Ellie. You weren’t supposed to find out, even if you did she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted it on her terms, if she were to ever tell you anyway. 

As flustered as she was she managed to speak first, “Seems like all that research paid off huh?” She chuckles. 

Leave it to Ellie to make light of a situation like this, you were used to it though. She always jokes around when shit hit the fan, it was one of the many things you loved about her. You just weren’t so sure if this time was the right time for it. You looked down at the knife again, your fingers gliding against the abrasion.

“It was you the whole time…” Ellie’s eyes widened at your voice, “I busted my ass on research and it was right in front of me the whole time.” 

“Surprise…?”  

You let out a dry laugh at her response, how could you be so fucking stupid. She goes to open her mouth to speak again but you beat her to it. 

“Do you know why I really wanted to find out who Ghostface was?” 

Fuck it. It was out in the open so you might as well be honest. You didn’t know where this confidence came from but after finding out who a serial killer was you realized you only really have two options. She would let you go, which you think is unlikely or she would have to end it right here right now. Killing you to keep the risk of her being found out by the public. You didn’t think she was capable of killing you, you were her childhood best friend after all. 

She stays quiet, letting you continue. You figured you had nothing to lose now, why not let it all out in the open. 

“Finding out who was behind the mask really isn’t all that important to me. Honestly I could give less of a fuck who’s behind it. I just want them for myself. My fucked up fantasy of being with the slasher is all that I’ve been craving.” You sigh, your words becoming just a whisper. “It’s sick… I know.” 

Did Ellie just hear you correctly? Are her fantasies becoming reality right before her eyes? All those nights at your window, watching you, craving you. You writhing under her as she pleased you in the one thing that made her feel like her true self. She watched as your face fell in despair, you were ashamed. There’s no need to be ashamed. 

She wasn’t aware that she said her thoughts aloud, not realizing it until you lifted up your head. 

You looked at her with a shocked expression, “You don’t think so?” 

“How could I?” She starts, “You know what I do. I have no room to judge anyone, plus I’ve wanted nothing more than this.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did you hear her correctly? 

She continues on, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I wanted to tell you so many times but I didn’t know how. Your reaction was something I was scared of the most. But now that I know you want this, I’m ready to take the next step.” 

“What is the next step exactly?” You ask. 

Ellie’s soft expression changes in an instant, a smirk adorning her lips. 

“I make you mine.” 

You felt a slight pang of fear but not too much. Her words catered to your sick mind, they went straight to your core. She took slow steps towards you, as to test the waters on how you would react. You didn’t move an inch, letting her slowly make her way towards you. The grasp you had on the knife tightened in anticipation. When she came close enough she reached out to your hands, loosening your grasp from the knife she took it from you. Her eyes leave yours to study the object in her hands, the object she knew all too well. Her eyes darken as she grasps the handle, pointing the tip of the blade towards you now. The smirk never leaves her lips when she drags the tip of the blade lightly up your throat, stopping to tilt your chin up towards her. 

“You want to be mine right?” She asks. 

You bite your lip, “Only if you’ll allow it.” 

It was at this moment that you saw the true change in her eyes. The Ellie you once knew, the Ellie you grew up with wasn’t the Ellie in front of you now. This Ellie was different…darker…possessive. You wanted to know this version of her more than anything, the true her behind the mask. The person you dreamt of having for so long was finally yours and you were hers. It was at this moment that you knew there was no going back, the two of you now becoming one in her secret. You’d do anything for her, be anything for her. She felt the same, all those nights she watched you at your window. She’d get rid of anyone who tried to hurt you in any way, she’d protect you from any danger that dared to wander around you. God forbid she catches the ones that hurt you, they’d regret their last moments. 

Her eyes flickered back towards yours, keeping eye contact for just a moment before trailing around your face. They stop at your lips, how badly she’s wanted to kiss the plush skin for so long. She wastes no time and throws her knife to the side. Grabbing at the sides of your face she roughly presses her lips to yours. Your hands grasp at her shirt, kissing her back with just as much fervor. The kiss was far from innocent, teeth clashing and spit mixing, just how she liked it. She took your bottom lip in her teeth, pulling at the flesh and letting it flick back in place. Her lips lock back onto yours, you pull her closer by her shirt, needing to get as close as possible. 

She pulls back after a few seconds, you let out a whimper at the loss. Your eyes filled with desperation as you stared up at her. She coos at the sight, her thumb swiping the spit across your bottom lip. 

She licks her lips, “You gonna let me have you tonight?” 

You enthusiastically nod your head, “Y-yes.” You’re still shaken up by the sloppy kisses you two just shared. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me try something out on ya?” 

You continued to nod your head, you didn’t care what she did to you. You’d give her whatever she wanted if she asked, she knew this. Yet she still wants to make sure you’re okay with it. She then took your hands in hers, pulling you to stand up along with her, she then led you to the bed. She pushed you back onto it, you flopped onto the mattress waiting for her next move. She admired you for a moment before walking back by her pack, she grabbed the mask off the floor and slipped it on. 

“You want me to fuck you in this mask hm?” She asks. Not giving you time to reply she continues, “How much did you dream about this?” 

Your words were stuck in your throat, it was all too much but it was so fucking good. You had envisioned how your first night with Ghostface would play out. Staring into their mask, their fingers buried in you, giving you the utmost pleasure you craved. But this? This was better than anything you could have imagined. Especially when it was with the one woman you loved more than anything. 

She picked up her knife, twirling it in her hands. 

“I would use this but that persistent fucker had to ruin it for me.” She shook her head, the loose fabric at the ends swayed in the air. “Good thing I got another.” 

She walks over to her closet, digging around until she pulls out another Buck 120. She flips it over, checking out the shining blade and admiring it. She loved nothing more than her ol’ reliable knife. 

“Got this one as a back up, y'know just in case incidents like before happened. A slasher must always be prepared~” 

Her head looks up, the soulless black eyes staring into yours. You can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she talks to you. She’s well aware she has you wrapped around her finger, ready to do whatever she pleases. 

She stalks towards you, “I’m gonna fuck you with this knife now~.” Her hold on the knife now tighter, “Don’t worry baby it’s clean, haven’t killed anyone with this one…yet.” 

Your eyes widened, her words went straight to your core. You couldn’t help the little fidgets your body made as she slowly made her way towards you. You couldn’t see because of the mask but her eyes were trained on your thighs that clenched together in anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub them together, needing some sort of friction to relieve the heat building up between them. 

You couldn’t help but ask, “Which side?”

Ellie groaned at your question, “Fuck baby~ you want the blade? Are you that psycho for me?” 

You didn’t particularly want to be mutilated tonight, even though somewhere deep down in your fucked up brain the thought was there, you just wanted to make sure Ellie was on the same page. 

“Just curious…” You reply. 

She now stood in front of you, knife in her right hand. Her free hand comes up to rest on your knee, pushing it to the side to open your legs up for her. You can hear her heavy breaths through the mask. 

“As much as I wanna see you bleed, I don’t want it that way. That’s what your thighs are for.” 

Her hand strokes down your thigh, stopping midway to squeeze at the flesh. She brings her knife up to your skin, slicing it lightly enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. She flicks up the knife, her skills on display as she scoops the blood onto the blade, bringing it up to her mask and smearing it on the white rubber. She drags the knife down to the tip of the chin, tapping it against it a few times, as if in thought of what her next move is. You whimper at the sting of the cut, little droplets still flowing from it. She reaches up to smear the blood across your thigh, taking her time watching the way the red liquid spreads. 

“I’ve wanted to see you bleed for me so bad. S’Better than I ever imagined.” 

You bite your lip, holding back your whimpers as you wait impatiently for her next move. You wanted her to do something, to do anything to relieve the ache you felt. She turns the knife around in her hand, the grip pointing towards you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you with the handle instead. That way every time I slash someone I have a memory of you with me. It’ll be the only thing I’ll think about with my victims.” 

Her words flooded through your veins, firing up every cell in your body. You didn’t know she had such a way with her words, if she kept going you’d probably climax just from them alone. As much as her words had an effect on you, you wanted her to go along with her promise. 

“Please…just fuck me already Ellie.” You beg.

“Patience Doll~ You out of everyone should know I like to take my sweet time when it comes to my victims. But since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.” 

She sets the knife down next to you on the bed, her hands grip at the waistband of your shorts pulling them down. You were soaked, the fabric of your panties so wet that you could see the outline of your pussy. 

“Mmh so wet for me, all I did was speak to you and draw a little blood.” Her thumb presses into your slit, pushing against your juices. 

Her fingers hook into your panties pulling out the fabric, she then grabs her knife and cuts off your panties. You breath hitches at how close the blade was to your core, any closer and she would’ve cut you. Making you bleed for the second time that night. She chuckles at your reaction then shoves the panties into her back pocket, saving them for later. 

She pushes up your thigh, opening you up for her and lines up the knife handle to your entrance. She teases you, gliding the end of it up and down your slit collecting up your juices to lube up the knife. 

“You ready Doll?” She asks. 

You whisper out a yes as she slowly slides the handle into your pussy, watching you grip onto it. You can feel her push back on your thigh more, making you stretch so she can get a nice view of you. Even though it was happening in front of her she couldn’t believe you were sprawled out before her like this. She’d catch herself staring at her knife imagining how it would look against your skin, how much she craved to slide it through your folds. Now that she was here it was almost too much, but she didn’t let her excitement take control. She wanted to fully immerse herself in this experience, taking all of you in. From the scrunches of your brows to the curling of your toes, she wanted to see all of you. 

She carefully dragged out the knife, her hand delicately holding the blade. She pushes the handle in and out of you, setting a slow steady rhythm. You writhe under her touch, not being able to hold back your moans anymore, the cool handle adding to the pleasure. You grab onto her wrist, holding her tight. You look up at her mask and she catches your movements tilting up her head. You’re staring hard enough to see her eyes through the meshed fabric, seeing the darkness behind them. She’s wanted this just as much as you did and you’re so glad it’s her that’s giving you this much pleasure. As good as it felt you wanted more, the slow pace was killing you. In a way you felt like she was holding back, still too afraid to lose herself, scared that she might hurt you. 

“Ellie…” You moan out, she twists the knife slightly muttering a yes. 

“Please don’t hold back.” Her movements stop and you whine at her, “I want you to let yourself go, let Ghostface come out.” 

Ellie’s hand quivered at your words, were you sure? Once she’s in that mindset she’s gone, she doesn't wanna risk too much. Although her dark thoughts were always in the back of her mind, how badly she wanted to drill her knife into you and watch you squirm at her force. 

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” 

You loved when she called you that, “Yes, I’m sure. I want it this way, I’m begging you~.” 

You gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and that was all she needed before the light in her switched. The Ellie you grew up with, knowing better than anyone is not the Ellie that’s in front of you now. That confirmation from you was all she needed to let her true side take control. It happened so fast you didn’t know how to react, Ellie had grabbed you and flipped you over. Making sure your ass was up in the air, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. You braced yourself on your hands, an oof coming out of your lips when she pushed your face down into the mattress. 

You felt a harsh smack on your ass, you moaned at the sting it left behind. She kneads the flesh after, spreading you open and admiring you from behind. Without second thought she reaches down to grab the knife, this time firmly grabbing it by the blade as she plunges the handle inside you once again. She wastes no time fucking you hard and fast, her knuckles white from how hard she holds onto the blade. 

“F-fuck Ellie!” You gasp out. 

You’re in ecstasy, loving the way her demeanor changed. She loses herself in you, focused on the handle pushing in and out of you, how your juices cover the handle and drip down the blade onto her hand. 

“You like that Doll? You’re taking this knife so well~ M’so proud of you.” 

Your moans grow louder by the second, you’re not able to hold back anymore, not that Ellie wants you to anyway. You grip the bed sheets tight, your face repeatedly pushing into the mattress at her relentless force. You knew she was strong but fuck not like this. You were never really on the receiving end of her strength to truly know but now that you were you could see why no one stood a chance against her. She slaps at your ass again before she brings her free hand down to rub circles against your clit causing you to cry out. If she kept fucking you this way it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high. 

“Shit-” You heard her whisper. 

You whip your head to the side to look at her. You can see her head tilt up to look back at you, she suddenly took her hand off your clit to reach up and tear off her mask. Her hair was a mess, tangled and stuck to her face in other spots from her sweat. Her eyes were blown wide, a harsh darkness to them you’ve never seen before and her lips. Her lips were red and plush from how much she bit them at the sight of you. You were a masterpiece to her, this was all she ever wanted. When she pushed her hair out of the way you noticed the blood that smeared along her forehead. She saw your eyes on her hand and gave you a lopsided smile, her hand going back down to rub at your clit once more. 

“Fuckin’ you so hard I cut myself.” She laughs darkly, “You don’t mind right?” 

Well fuck-

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her words, “No!” You moaned. “Don’t mind.” 

You could barely form sentences from how good she was making you feel, she knew this and she reveled in that fact. A cocky smirk on her lips as her eyes watched the way you squirmed and stuttered under her. She could give less of a fuck that she’s bleeding, your pleasure being the only thing that matters. It didn’t take much longer for you to feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, you were close. 

“Ellie I’m so close, please don’t stop~”

“Don’t plan on it Doll~” Ellie replies, speeding up her movements, if that were even possible. 

You bury your face into the mattress but then you feel a harsh smack to your clit. 

“I wanna hear your moans Sweetheart, don’t hide them from me now.” 

You nod your head rapidly, tears are starting to form in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re experiencing. Who would’ve thought you’d be right here, experiencing the one thing you wanted the most, you never thought your day would end up like this. You’re thankful nonetheless, this is exactly what you wanted and you wouldn’t want anyone else doing it to you. 

It didn’t take long until you reached your high. 

“Ahh~ I’m cumming!” 

Your back arched more, pulling at the sheets so hard they come undone from the edges. Ellie doesn’t slow down her movements either, ignoring the pain in her hand she keeps sliding the knife in and out of you. She watched as your juices flowed down onto the blade and her hand, mixing in with her blood. It made her moan out loud, a sight she’d never forget. 

“Mmm cum for me Doll, just like that. I wanna see your juices on my blade.” 

She helps you ride out your orgasm and your legs start to tremble. She chuckles at the state you’re in and slowly pulls the blade out of your pussy, watching your sticky juice strings stick to the handle. You watch her bring up the knife to her lips, sucking your juices off the handle, you whimper at her actions. When she’s done she throws the knife to the floor, her hands back onto you she spreads her blood up your thigh and onto your ass cheek as she gives you one last squeeze. You’re panting as you turn yourself over to lay on your back, she helps you lie down with a dark smile. She loves how she got you to this point, as much as she’d like to do it again she decides to save it for another night. 

She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze saying she’ll be right back as she walks over to her bathroom. After a few moments she comes back with a wet towel, a cloth is tied around her hand to stop the blood from flowing. She walks over to you and wipes away all the blood and cum off your body, giving soothing strokes to your skin afterwards. 

“So…” Ellie starts, “You gonna turn me in?” 

You can’t help the snort that comes out of your throat, “Fuck off.” 

“Is that a no, or?” She questions a knowing smile on her lips. 

“I let you fuck me with your knife, do you think I’m gonna turn you in?” 

She laughs at your response, “Just fuckin’ with ya.” 

She climbs into the bed lying next to you, throwing the towel onto the floor, she faces you and strokes your cheek with the back of her knuckles. You look over at her with tired eyes and a warm smile, she really does switch up fast. 

The two of you wrap up in each other's arms for the rest of the night. You ask all about her time as Ghostface, wanting to know every gory detail and she tells you it all. After a few hours of chatting you both lay in silence, content in each others presence. 

Ellie speaks up first, “So…about that pizza?”

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RAVIOLIII!! I hope you all enjoyed my fic!! I thank you all for reading my content! I have more on the way but I will be taking a small break to work on my drag projects I got going on!! As always any feedback is appreciated as I always want to level up my writing. Thank you all for being patient with me!! You Beauties~ have a wonderful day/night!!

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shayne & trevor | i can see you (read on ao3)

Shayne and Trevor have a good thing going; they film videos together, play video games, bug the shit out of each other. And occasionally, they have “hanky-panky.” (or: shrevor friends-with-benefits fic)

#shrevor #mine* #smosh fic #edit* #rpf #i can see you* #my fic is finally here!! #can’t believe i wrote ​12K words of pure shrevor #my love for them fueled this fic #hope yall enjoy!! #shrevor army needs more recruits

[psychhound]

[ID: a duo tone cover image showing a line of sheep running across hills in dark blue and pastel pink. the text reads: "Little Shepherd, Little Spy / a solo journaling game for 'humble shepherds' in the fairy war / + 2 player letter writing game". end ID]

​You try to keep out of the whole war business.

It’s just not really your thing. There are more important things to worry about, like Gethin, your biggest ram, getting stuck in the fence again, or Ffion rubbing against the raspberry bushes and getting her wool all sticky.

Life is pretty simple for a humble shepherd such as yourself.

You tend to your flock. You make pies and jams. You … do some reading.

Of very particular books, at very particular times.

You certainly don’t have an opinion on this whole “recently found sword of myth now in a fierce ownership debate between the mortals and the fey” thing.

And if you happen to get books delivered to you – from the rural book lending library – and then if you happen to talk to specific people – just neighbors, really – and happen to pass along certain information you gleaned from the reading of those books …

Well, what’s a little smalltown gossip?

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Little Shepherd, Little Spy is a solo journaling game about being a spy in the fairy war. Choose which side you're on, then draw tarot cards to interpret the messages coming through the information ring. Your tarot card tells you what book to look at and what page. Then you copy down all the relevant information on that page and consult your spy codebook. ​You will need:​ 

A way to write 

A way to draw tarot 

At least four books (realistic fiction, scifi/fantasy, nonfiction, & educational)

​Little Bookshop, Little Books is a small add on giving supplementary rules on how to play the game in a bookshop or library. 

Little Mortal, Little Fey is the supplementary rules for a 2-player letter writing system, where one of you is a spy for the mortals and one a spy for the fey. You still do your solo-journaling game as normal, but it explains how letters are delivered between the two of you and when you can send and receive those letters.

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[frenchtoastbites]

Harness Your Hopes : Ch. 6

by Frenchtoastbites on Ao3

"Pl-Please... I... I don't want to be alone right now. Can't."

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Angst + Hurt/Comfort

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Soukoku (Dazai/Chuuya)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ / ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: Blood, MINOR NSFW (no sex), Showering together, Dazai typical suicide references. Be aware that this chapter references those before it, which are not currently posted on tumblr. (the start of this scene DIRECTLY follows the end of ch.5)

Chuuya’s arms wrapped around Dazai’s back instinctively, catching the man and holding him carefully against his chest despite their awkward height difference. He stood in stunned silence, for a long moment. He winced, when Dazai began to grapple at the back of his jacket and he felt the drag of glass. He expected having that embedded in his arm hurt quite a lot, so, cautiously, he slipped his hands under Dazai’s armpits and pulled him off. The brunette whined, and let out a quiet hiss of pain, but Chuuya knew this was going to be more helpful for him in the long run. I’m just trying to help. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Dazai’s words rang in his head as he gently pushed the other man down to sit on the toilet seat.

“Dazai? Are you with me?” Chuuya murmured, reaching to cup the brunette’s cheek with a gentle, calloused hand. Dazai nodded in response, but his eyes were dark, and dead and empty, glazed over. There was no smile on his face. Just a blank, straight line that echoed his blurry, shoved down emotions. “Can you answer me verbally?” A little bit of the fog cleared, replaced by fear. The younger man shook his head. Was he non-verbal? Occasionally, as far as he could remember, there would be episodes like this. After a particularly overwhelming mission, or an intense argument, or… or after having been left alone with Mori. “Are you going nonverbal, ‘Samu?” He asked the other man, lightly tucking some of Dazai’s bangs back behind his ear as he waited for some kind of answer.

Dazai’s face scrunched up, as if he were in great concentration, and his amber eyes screwed shut. He’s like that for a long moment, and he inhales deeply once before he manages a small, quiet, and breathless “No.” Chuuya chuckled lightly, good-naturedly at him, and it earned him an empty glare from Dazai. It was clear it had taken the brunette a good deal of effort to force the word out.

“You’re such a bad liar when you’re like this…” There was a huff from the man sitting on the toilet seat that sounded rather indignant. Chuuya chuckled again, leaning down (just slightly, he still was short, even if Dazai was sitting down, even though he’d never admit it) to press a light kiss to Dazai’s forehead. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk. Just… please, make sure you’re listening.” Dazai’s amber eyes flicked up to meet Chuuya’s azure blue ones, the former’s gaze infinitely soft in that brief moment. Chuuya wanted nothing more than to cup both of his cheeks and press his lips to Dazai’s, finally admitting everything that was on his mind, but he knew they had more important business to attend to. He dropped his hand that had been gently holding Dazai’s face, and the brunette seemed lost without the touch. He looked around frantically, and looked like he was about to start scratching his arms to hell and back, but Chuuya dropped to his knees on the ground in front of him.

Dazai immediately looked at him, his eyes wide at the movement as if he expected something different than what Chuuya was doing. The redhead gently tapped his pointer finger just above Dazai’s knee, a reminder of his presence that came with a small, caring smile. Dazai shifted slightly, like he couldn’t get comfortable, and Chuuya looked at his ruined arms. The redheaded executive had to force himself not to wince as he properly focused on the sight. Both were red, dripping with sanguine liquid that seemed dark and deadly in the pale white of their rather elegant bathroom. “Okay, now that I’ve seen.. everything, you have to let me patch you up, okay?” Dazai jolted, and began to immediately shake his head, indicating no. “Dazai, please. There’s- there’s glass sticking out of your arms, and- and I’m just… I’m worried, okay? I’m so worried that- that if I do nothing, you’ll be gone and I can’t.. I just can’t. I can’t lose you, I can’t bear to just… leave you like that. I want to help. I’ve wanted to help with all of this. And when you started pulling away, I just… I was worried I hurt you. All I want to do is help, and I can’t stop protecting you because I-” Chuuya choked on his words, holding back tears. “Because I lov-”

Suddenly, a hand was in his hair, pulling on a strand hard enough to get his attention but not hurt. He grimaced, when he realized it was Dazai’s doing, and had certainly left a bloody stain, but he shut his mouth nonetheless. He looked up, and he was shocked. Dazai looked like he was about to cry, but his face was a confusing mess of emotions. His face screwed up like before, and his hands clenched into fists with the effort, but he managed to get out another word. “Don’t.” That was all he said. Dazai’s eyes remained shut, and a slight trembling took over his body. Chuuya leaned back a little, not sure what he’d done wrong.

All he’d been about to say was “I love you”, and-

Oh. Maybe that was what he had done wrong. But… even if Chuuya said something Osamu didn’t like, usually he’d tell him off differently. This wasn’t normal. None of this was normal. Dazai would be messing with him if this were a normal day, the yank in his hair would’ve been nothing but a careful ruffle or a gentle stroke, the barely audible words he forced out would have been jokingly petulant shouts, and he definitely would not have had such a pained, broken expression on his face. So, Chuuya reached out carefully, gently, and took one of Dazai’s hands in his own. He applied a soft kiss to the back of the hand, careful to avoid shards of glass. A shaky breath left the brunette, who slowly opened his eyes to look down at Chuuya, who still rested casually at his feet, while he sat on the toilet seat. “We can talk about that later,” Chuuya murmured, not saying he would stop feeling that way, but not continuing the discussion. Dazai froze for a second, but nodded, slightly, and watched intently as the redhead continued kissing his hand with great care. Soft lips pressed to pale, bloody knuckles where glass wouldn’t cut his lips, and Chuuya knew his mouth would be stained red, but he didn’t care, adoring the way Osamu’s face took on a beautiful expression of confusion, but also one of peace. He seemed comfortable with that, so, after a long moment (and teasingly licking his hand once, which earned him a glare) he pulled his lips back, still holding the hand in his own. He flicked his tongue over his lips, ignoring the metallic taste and instead looking up at those big, round amber eyes that looked so filled with something. Something wonderful, Chuuya thought, as he looked over to the cabinet under the sink, opening it with his free hand. 

“Will you let me get the glass out of your pretty hands now, ‘Samu?” He asks, carefully letting go of Dazai’s hand. The brunette seems to think about it for a moment, chewing on his lip, before he slowly, shakily nods. Chuuya smiled, a real smile, and rubbed his palm soothingly in a circular motion on Dazai’s knee. He scooted over, a little, to dip down and look further into the cabinet beneath the sink. He grabbed the first aid kit, which had been touched semi-recently, when he’d made Dazai change his bandages, and looked back to the brunette. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like.. you had to leave. I really do just want to help.” He didn't look up when he said that, so Chuuya didn’t see Dazai’s reaction, but he felt it. He feels Osamu push his knee up, lifting it slightly against his hand as if he were seeking further touch. Still smiling softly, Chuuya opened the first aid kit with his free hand.

It was equipped with everything they would need, but Chuuya took out a set of twinkling, metal tweezers before anything else. Dazai let out a shaky exhale above him, and Chuuya brushed his thumb over the younger executive’s knee before leaning forward. The hand on his knee lifted, carefully grabbing Dazai’s arm (the one he had used to punch the mirror) and bringing it down closer to him, so he could get a better look at it. His fist was definitely bruised, but Chuuya supposed that wasn’t especially unusual in their line of work. Upon closer inspection, his face held close to Dazai’s outstretched arm, he could see the shards of glass that splintered out of his hand and knuckles. He looked up, offering a shaky smile as encouragement, bringing the tweezers down close to a piece of glass that was visible. “You ready?” He asked.

Still quiet, Osamu’s eyes swam, dark with emotions and thoughts. The man was clearly thinking it over, before he finally nodded, still looking dazed and distant. Chuuya sighed. He would have preferred a verbal answer, because that was usually the best way to know the brunette was still with him, and not just zoning out into oblivion, but he respected that Dazai wasn’t ready to speak just yet. That was okay. “Alright,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to the knuckle he was preparing to remove glass from. He lowered the tweezers and, delicately, he pinched them around the shard of glass. Quickly, before he could hesitate, he extricated it from the skin. Dazai winced slightly, but the pain didn’t seem to be too overwhelming for him. Perhaps he had only winced in the first place because he was already overwhelmed before all of this. “I was the man in your mirror.” What did that mean? Chuuya wanted to ask. But now… it’s just not the time. Save it for later- tomorrow, even. He continued to remove little shards of glass from Dazai’s hand, trying to finish off quickly without hurting the other man. Chuuya knew that they had to be quick with it, considering… his azure blue eyes flicked to the open cuts from the razor blade. Those still needed to be attended to, as well. That, and the both of them were generally ruffled and blood clung to skin and hair and faces, which made Chuuya believe it was about time they both had showers. With Dazai’s depression, he’d occasionally remind the brunette when it had been awhile since his last bath, but he had been stepping more carefully lately. He was putting in the effort to avoid any further episodes.

Time passed peacefully, in their silence. Chuuya made quick yet careful work of removing the rest of the glass. When it was all gone, he pressed his lips to the center of Dazai’s upturned palm, and the brunette hummed. His other hand, unoccupied by the shorter executive’s lips, reached into Chuuya’s hair, and he played with it for a moment, fingering through red locks with care and affection. A sigh spilled from both of them, almost in tune with each other. “Dazai,” Chuuya murmured, the words a quiet utterance, said against the brunette’s palm. Osamu tilted his head to the side, clearly indicating that he was listening. “I think you should shower, before I look at those cuts on your arms and see if they need stitches. And you don’t get a choice, by the way, before you start shaking your head no.” As expected, Dazai whined, and slumped further down on the toilet seat. Chuuya laughed at him, lightheartedly, as he stood up, pushing the first aid kit out of the way for now. 

“I’ll get the shower set up for you, so you can clean off before you get in the bath. Then I’ll leave, so you can… y’know, clean off, and whatnot, and I can go make some food for us.” When Chuuya implied that he was going to leave, Dazai’s hand immediately latched onto the redhead’s arm. He was trembling slightly, and there was no sign that he was going to let go of the redhead. “Dazai….” Chuuya’s voice trailed off, but he frowned softly. “You need to shower. And those wounds need to be cleaned, maybe stitched..” He brushed his thumb softly, the lightest touch, over one of the slices on Dazai’s arm. The brunette shivered at the touch, and hesitated for a moment, looking away. 

“I know.” Dazai’s voice sounded raspy, shaky, and unsteady. “You should..” He hesitated, swallowing the lump in his throat as he began to voice his thoughts aloud. “You should stay. With me.” He managed, sounding slightly tentative and unsure with his phrasing, hoping Chuuya wouldn’t shut him down immediately. “Pl- Please… I… I don’t want to be alone right now. Can’t.” He was breaking through the nonverbal stupor with clear desperation, the thought of being left to himself, without Chuuya, simply too much to bear in this strange, post suicide attempt haze.

“What, do you mean… showering together?” The redhead asked slowly, treading cautiously as to not make the already disturbed brunette even more upset with him. Undeniably, his heart fluttered inside his chest at the mere thought of showering with Dazai, and he was reminded of that complicated feeling Kouyou had pointed out. Surely… surely that wasn’t this, right? This strange feeling of care, so strong it ached and burned… perhaps that was love. 

When Dazai froze for a long moment, silent, Chuuya was worried he had fucked up by asking that. Then, the brunette looked away in embarrassment. “Uh, maybe..” He whispered, not making eye contact with the redhead looking down at him as he squirmed slightly on the toilet seat. “If you want,” he added, slowly, his voice trembling slightly with the effort of just… everything. Everything was hard, everything required work and intellect and judgment. He just wanted this- his time with Chuuya- to be comfortable, easy, something based in feelings. A release. Chuuya was his comfort zone, like a trench in the middle of a war. A place he could fall back to when under fire, a place to hide away in. 

Chuuya wanted that. Wanted to be that trench in the middle of the surrounding war zone. Wanted to shower with Dazai, to feel his skin and worship each and every one of his scars. Wanted to love him, care for him. Wanted to keep doing what he had been doing- being the best he possibly could for his “work partner.”

Could they really say this was just work at this point?

“Sure,” Chuuya murmured, his voice quiet as his azure blue eyes finally attached themselves to Dazai. “Of course I’d like to shower with you.” The new development was almost dizzying, but he wasn’t put off. If Dazai had suggested it, he supposed that meant the brunette wanted it, too. That realization made warm, fluttery feelings erupt in the redhead’s chest, and he offered a small, comforting smile to the brown-haired executive who still sat upon the cold toilet seat. “Do you want that, ‘Samu?” He asked, double-checking that they were on the same page. 

Dazai nodded at him slowly. His cheeks were pink, flushed with embarrassment and want. Dazai truly did want that, despite the difficulties in store. Perhaps, in his erratic, miserable state, he was quicker to accept the offer of closeness than he would’ve been while in his right mind, but he wanted it all the same. Had wanted it for a while, although he was quiet about feelings like that. “Yeah… yeah, I want that. Yeah.”

Chuuya reached forward, and ruffled Dazai’s brown hair with his careful, calloused fingers, earning a soft huff from the taller man. The redhead chuckled, and released Dazai’s hair. He trailed his hand down, and brushed his thumb over the beautiful man’s cheek, the skin pale and unmarred beneath his stunning amber eyes. “I’ll get things ready for us,” Chuuya promised. “You alright with cleaning off in the shower, and then soaking in the bath? Or would you rather just shower and then get out?”

“Can.. can we just shower? Maybe… maybe we could soak some other time?” Dazai murmured, quiet still, his eyes cautiously locked onto Chuuya. The latter’s heart soared at the notion that there would be other evenings like this, spent rinsing off and relaxing together in the bathroom when one of them wasn’t covered in blood. So, he smiled.

“Sure, Osamu. I wouldn’t mind making this part of our usual routine.” He winked teasingly, and began to rummage through their drawers, searching for a more gentle, soothing soap than what he typically used for his own skin. Finding a body wash he thought Dazai would like, he set it out on the counter. He continued to look around, and quickly found tear free, coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner. If they were going to shower together, he was going to ensure that Dazai got the full self care treatment. Unsure if they would need anything else, he also put out some lotion, a specific face wash with lavender that he thought was rather soothing, and two fluffy wash rags.

“Really thought of everything, hm?” Dazai said quietly, finally teasing back as he reached over curiously, grabbing the body wash and lifting it up to his nose. The scent was a beautiful, enticing combination of coffee and coconut, and it was as if the smell was simply inviting him to be cozy and relax. “No fair, you know I’m a coffee addict,” he said, chuckling quietly as he capped the body wash once more and placed it back down on the counter. 

“Mhm, I thought you’d like that one. I… I picked that up a few weeks ago, hoping it’d help motivate you to shower, actually..” Chuuya admitted, hesitantly, standing up fully now that he no longer had to dig through their cupboards. “I worry, sometimes, when depression keeps you from doing things that I consider necessities. Y’know.. Eating, drinking, sleeping, and hygiene- any of that. I’d be willing to help with all of those things, Dazai, if you’d like me to. I just… I don’t want to push you into.. Into thinking you need to leave again.” Chuuya’s voice broke slightly as he remembered the miserable search for Dazai, driving around in his car, paranoid that he’d never see the brunette again. Dazai had slipped away from him on numerous occasions, but, for some reason, that had affected him more so than any other time. With all the recent events and the problems that threatened on the daily to resurface, he really couldn’t help but worry when they were apart. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Dazai, because undoubtedly he did, it was just that he worried for the brown-haired executive in a way he didn’t worry about anyone else. Because that was love. Even if Dazai wouldn’t let him say it. 

“I don’t…” Dazai trailed off. He took a deep breath, centering himself and trying to remember that gentle smell from the body wash, closing his eyes for a moment before he reopened them. His amber gaze met the azure blue eyes that he recognized as Chuuya’s, and his eyes were a little watery but not a single tear dared to fall. “I don’t want to leave again, Chuuya. Not now.” This was murmured, a quiet reassuring utterance that Dazai spoke just for Chuuya. “I just… sometimes it’s hard for me to accept help, when I’ve fought and provided for myself for a long time.”

Chuuya’s eyes widened at the small piece of information he was given, but he nodded. He understood. He’d practically been raised among the gangs, having fought and bloodied his fists and conscience while working for the Sheep more times than he could count. The memory stung, just like the betrayal of his comrades had, but he shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the foolish, retrospective thoughts. “It’s okay. You just scared me. Please… just talk next time, okay?” Chuuya asked calmly, though a glimmer of desperation and frustration ate away at his heart. He wanted to scream how much he loved Dazai from the rooftops, proclaiming it for all to hear, so they could have a proper explanation as to why he worried so much. He knew Dazai would never allow that. The brunette hadn’t even allowed him to say such things in private. 

“…Yeah, yeah, whatever- just start running water for the shower.” Dazai huffed quietly, not fully accepting the idea, but not denying, either. Chuuya considered that an improvement, so he didn’t push further. He turned away from Dazai, looking to the beautiful, elegant shower in their shared bathroom. He gathered up the products that would be used in the shower rather than after, and lined them carefully on a ledge that had been installed for holding such things. 

“I assume you want a hot shower, yeah?” Chuuya asked, though it was almost entirely rhetorical, since he didn’t expect a different answer to that question. Dazai scoffed at him, quietly, as if annoyed by such an unnecessary waste of words. He nodded, though, which was all Chuuya really needed from the brunette. He leaned over, into the shower, and turned the knob so warm, calming streams of water flowed from the showerhead. Chuuya made sure the pressure wasn’t too extreme, and the temperature was in order, before he turned back to Dazai. He extended a hand, cautiously reaching out to the bandages on the man’s chest. Chuuya hesitated for a moment, his fingers just barely grazing over the scratchy yet soft surface, before he paused. “May I?” He asked, his warm breath fanning out against Dazai’s pale, mostly bandaged neck as Chuuya whispered close to his ear. 

“....Yeah, go ahead, Chuuya.” Dazai responded shakily after a few seconds, closing his eyes as Chuuya began to skillfully unravel his bandages, the bindings that protected the scars and bruises from prying eyes. Chuuya ended up deciding to start from his neck, as there was a more obvious piece of medical tape to pull on. As more and more skin was revealed, deep, purple marks– bite wounds and hickeys, dozens of them– followed suit. Dazai’s neck may as well have been purple, with how numerous the large bruises were, and as Chuuya removed more of the bandages, going lower and lower, he found that the rest of his body was similar. The redhead’s hand rested in between Dazai’s shoulderblades as he paused, horror flashing behind his eyes. Dazai’s lower back was scathed by a vast multitude of scars, some thin, as if a whip had been snapped against his skin, and others wide and blotchy, tougher. As if he had been burned. His hips and front were similarly bruised to his neck, deep and purple, though the hip bruises were darker, as if the grasp forced upon them had been tough and painful, agonizing to bear.

The removal process of the tape on Dazai’s torso and neck had taken a few minutes, and many questions sat heavy on Chuuya’s tongue, but he decided to keep them to himself, and just try to get both of them to enjoy this moment. “Would you want me to remove the bandages on your legs, too?” He asked softly, unsure of how much privacy he should afford Dazai, considering he was bound to see the other man bare once they got in the shower, anyways. After a brief moment of contemplation, Dazai nodded, giving Chuuya permission as he moved to undo his belt, making it easier for Chuuya to take his trousers and bandages off. Chuuya took his hint, and, at the earliest opportunity, gently tugged at Dazai’s pant legs, pulling the dark-colored trousers down and past his ankles, leaving Dazai in just his boxers and bandages. The latter covered most of his bony, thin legs, anyways, so it wasn’t much of a reveal, but there was still more to do.

The redhead carefully began to repeat the process of peeling off the bandages, removing the spiraling strips of white wrappings with care. This time, the majority of Dazai’s legs appeared fine, other than a few natural scars. This excluded his thighs, which were bruised in a similar manner to his hips. His inner thighs, a part of the body that tends to bleed out quite a bit when lacerated, were covered in scattered, poorly healed and self-inflicted scars, to which Chuuya responded with a sigh. Before he could give himself the chance to think better of it, he ran the tips of his fingers along the old, ragged slices, the patchy skin equally as ragged and calloused as his palms. Chuuya said nothing to pity Dazai. He said nothing to demean his fellow Port Mafia Executive, allowing him to keep a steady chokehold on his dignity, if not his pride.

But, he did dip forward, kissing the top of Dazai’s head. The brunette responded with a peaceable groan, and Chuuya chuckled softly, knowing that Dazai didn’t truly mind. “Alright, all the bandages are off. Lemme undress, and then we can get in the shower,” Chuuya said, knowing the water would have warmed up by now, and that they could get in shortly. He turned away from Dazai, pulling up his shirt by the hem before tugging it over his head, tossing it aside. He felt the stare of a particular man’s amber gaze eating him alive, but he didn’t stop the process of stripping. The taut muscles in Chuuya’s back were on full display for Dazai as the redhead began to wrestle with his pants, shoulder blades flexing and lats following suit as Chuuya yanked his trousers down. Soon, he was just as bare as Dazai, the only article of clothing concealing either boy being their boxers. Chuuya’s body was different from Dazai’s- less lean but built stronger physically. Additionally, nearly all his scars appeared to be from assorted injuries. Knife and bullet wounds, burn scars, those sorts of things. He wasn’t at all bruised up, as the more he trained and honed his ability, “For All the Tainted Sorrows” the less he seemed to find himself injured, a powerhouse in all things to do with battle. All his scars were old and healed.

The redhead stretched for a moment, Dazai’s eyes still moving cautiously yet appreciatively over the muscles in Chuuya’s back before his gaze rested on the other man’s backside for just a moment, admiring the gentle curve of his thighs as they connected to the filled-out cheeks of his ass. Chuuya turned around, then, and Dazai, who realized he was staring, cast his gaze aside. This got a chuckle out of Chuuya, who was fully aware that Dazai had been watching him the entire time, but he didn’t mention it. “C’mon, let’s get in the shower,” Chuuya said softly, a playful tone complimenting his words. He quickly hooked a finger under the waistband of his own boxers, pulling them down to his ankles and stepping out of them, while Dazai stood shakily, following suit. Courteous to each other, neither let the other see and notice when they stole glances at their respective genitals, but it most certainly happened. 

Chuuya pulled the shower curtain back slightly, giving Dazai a hand as he stepped into the steady streams of water, like raindrops gently pelting down. A relaxed sigh fell from Dazai’s mouth, and he turned to face the showerhead, leaving Chuuya to see everything from behind. His body was thin, lean, battered in comparison to Chuuya’s, but beautiful in an indescribable way that left him staring hungrily. Ribs pressed sharply against Dazai’s sides, a testament to his inconsistent eating habits. Chuuya reached forward, cautiously yet sensually running his palms down Dazai’s back, his thumbs moving in slow, soothing, circular motions. He slid his hands to gently smooth over the bruises on his hips, slowly but surely raising them against Dazai’s sides as he gingerly kissed down his spine. A muffled hum of pleasure was the only thing that told him the brunette was enjoying his ministrations, and he began to feel some of the tension in Dazai’s muscles ease beneath his touch. His hands continued to glide over skin, smooth and scarred, moving to his front, where they traveled up Dazai’s abdomen before coming to settle beneath his pectoral muscles. Chuuya stayed there for a moment, just holding Dazai as he pressed another few light, loving kisses in between the taller man’s shoulder blades, droplets of water from the shower splashing his face and soaking his hair. 

“Chuuya…” Dazai whispered, his voice airy and almost whimpery, affected by all of this more than Chuuya had realized. “Chuuya, can you grab the body wash?” Dazai asked softly, splitting the thick homoerotic tension that lingered between them, at least for a moment. Chuuya nodded, dropping his hands carefully from his fellow Executive’s body and turning to the side. From the ledge in the shower, he plucked up the coffee and coconut scented body wash they had discussed earlier. Quickly, he turned back to Dazai, who was currently running his pale hands through his own mess of sopping wet hair, the water pelting down on him. Chuuya did his best not to get distracted, and squirted out some of the wash onto his palm, setting the bottle off to the side on the floor of the shower as he moved closer.

Pressing his hands to Dazai’s back once again, he began to help the brunette clean himself, spreading the body wash and rubbing his palm in a circle until the pleasant smelling wash began to get sudsy, soaping up the delicate but toned figure of his “work” partner. Dazai hummed with satisfaction, and Chuuya smiled, happy to be of service in this regard. “You look pretty,” Chuuya whispered quietly, dipping down to squeeze out more of the body wash onto his waiting hand. He started to move lower on Dazai’s body, massaging the soapy substance around his tailbone before cautiously running his hands over Dazai’s hindquarters, his fingers coated in wash as he lightly touched his partner’s ass. The brunette moaned softly at the attention, and Chuuya could tell he was forcing himself to relax, so he decided to take these more sensitive areas slowly, being courteous. “Perfect… just perfect, ‘Samu,” Chuuya praised again, as he carefully began to rub some of the body wash between Dazai’s cheeks, making sure the area was properly soaped up. 

“H-Hah, you… you don’t have to say things like that, Chuuya,” Dazai murmured, tipping his head up, so the rain-like stream of water aimed at his face, running slowly over his closed eyelids. “They’re not at all true- I’m a mess of patchy skin and ribs.” He chuckled quietly, nervously, clearly self conscious in this situation where all of his body was vividly on display for Chuuya. “You shouldn’t say nice things when they’re not true.”

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, and wrapped his arms around Dazai, beginning to coat his chest and abdomen in the body wash, too. He offered the taller man a soft squeeze, doing his best to pour love into his actions, since he wasn’t allowed to proclaim it through his words. “Quit talkin’ about yourself like that, mackerel,” he scolded softly, wetting a washrag and beginning to rinse the soap off of Dazai with care. “You’re a work of art. All humans are, depending on how you look at it. Some are just shittier than others,” Chuuya murmured, chuckling quietly with his words. Dazai opened his mouth, probably to say something else self-depreciative, but Chuuya shushed him gently. “I’d say you’re a masterpiece. You’ve been through so much, survived so many hardships. Even if you didn’t want to. You… you’re one of the strongest people I know, Dazai. Even if I have to drag you back from the edge of a billion idiotic suicide attempts, I can’t let you go. Unfortunately, you’re too damn important to me.” Chuuya sighed softly, continuing his task of rinsing off the taller man. He crouched, ensuring he got all the suds off of Dazai’s ass and thighs, before moving between his legs. Carefully, he circled the washrag around the other man’s genitals, running it gently along the length of his member once, ensuring all was clean and fine. Dazai groaned softly at the feeling, but said nothing, seemingly thinking better of it. 

“Do you want to wash your hair properly?” Chuuya asked, retracting his hand and the rag from Dazai’s sensitive area, letting the man be now. While waiting for Dazai to answer, Chuuya began to clean himself off, soaping up his body with the coffee and coconut body wash and sighing peacefully as the pleasant scent invaded his nostrils. The sensation of the gentle and soothing wash gently cleaning his skin of clinging sweat and blood while warm droplets of water pelted him was especially grounding for Chuuya, and he briefly closed his eyes. Steam swirled around the two executives like a cloak, rising from their bodies as they took in the warmth the shower readily offered. 

Dazai had taken a moment longer than expected to answer, but the brunette did respond, his head turning slightly, amber eyes glancing over his shoulder at Chuuya. “Maybe tomorrow. You did say you wouldn’t mind making this part of our routine, hm? So, what does it matter if it’s today, or not?” Chuuya scoffed at the answer, since he knew it was just another excuse for his suicidal maniac of a partner to put off self care, but he didn’t force the man into it, knowing that tomorrow would bring more chances for him to push Dazai into fixing his horrible habits. 

“Hmph. Fine, but I’ll be washing it for you tomorrow, whether your sorry ass likes it or not.” Chuuya easily slipped back into their usual bantering, scanning their bodies one last time for any lingering traces of blood, before he reached past Dazai, carefully turning off the shower. As the droplets ceased their incessant falling, a cold chill crept down both of their spines, and Chuuya instinctively pressed closer to Dazai’s warm body. The brunette tensed immediately as Chuuya’s chest connected with his back, but he forced himself to relax with a shaky breath. “Dazai?” Chuuya asked, his voice quieter now as he noticed the slight distress. “Dazai, you good?” 

“Just- it’s not important. C’mon, slug, let’s get out of this shower,” Dazai urged, slipping his usual playful and mocking tone into his voice despite the war clear behind his eyes. “Being this exposed in front of you must be a sin against god,” he said, clearly joking, although a guilty itch in the pit of Dazai’s stomach wondered whether or not it truly was. Mori was a man– was it wrong for men in general to… appreciate each other in such a manner? No, no, this was not the same as Mori. With Mori, Dazai had never felt so undeniably…

Alive. Human.

Chuuya Nakahara was a different breed entirely, a man nothing like Ougai. Someone Osamu Dazai, despite his history and blood, black as night, knew he could trust. The two of them were woven together despite the obstacles placed in their path, and Dazai wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he himself could stand in their way. He was broken, not accustomed to love in its proper form. He couldn’t treat Chuuya in the same way the redhead seemed to easily treat Dazai. At least, not without time to learn. Was that what this was? Learning? Was Chuuya just teaching him to care, and not proclaiming absolute adoration and love through his actions? Mentally, Dazai traced dozens of pathways, his mind racing to come up with an impossible solution. 

“Hey, ‘Samu!” Chuuya said gruffly, lightly hitting the back of his hand against Dazai’s head. “What was that ya’ said about getting out of the shower?” Effectively having pulled Dazai away from his calculating thoughts for a moment, the redheaded executive pulled back the shower curtain, stepping out first before offering Dazai his hand. The brunette took it after a moment’s hesitation. Immediately, upon stepping outside the shower, Dazai reached past Chuuya for a towel, starting to dry himself off rapidly.

“Hmph– seems I recessed into some deeper part of my mind to ignore you, Chu-kun!” Dazai teased back, wrapping the towel around his waist before sitting down on the toilet seat. “So, old doc~ what’s the verdict, do I need stitches, or not?” He asked, holding out his arms for Chuuya to see, reminding the other man of what exactly had occurred before they crossed a few… peculiar lines. Dazai’s amber eyes desperately searched Chuuya’s, still looking for that solution in those azure, coastal blue eyes. With a huff, the redhead moved closer, cinching his own towel around his waist before beginning to run his fingers gently over Dazai’s new slices. Growling quietly, he considered it, thinking to himself.

“You’ll probably be fine. But, we should rewrap your bandages– and make sure they’re thicker over those new cuts! And if they reopen or tear further, you get your ass right to me! Next time, you’ll be getting those stitches!” Chuuya exclaimed, glad the both of them could fall right back into their regular rhythm, now that less threat of imminent demise or mental breakdown loomed over them. He could even deliver threats now. How delightful. Of course, Dazai only chuckled at him, and waved a hand dismissively, brushing the words off with practiced ease that had Chuuya wanting to fall into his usual pattern and scowl. But, he couldn’t. Some part of him just… couldn’t. Instead, a fond but tired smile found its way onto his face, and he watched as Dazai began the tedious process of rewrapping his body. “Y’know, you’re sorta like a glorified mummy, Dazai.” This earned him a pouty glare from the brunette, to which Chuuya found himself laughing at.

“I am not a mummy! I’m-”

“You are so a mummy! Or- Or one of those cats that have to wear a fuckin’ cone!” Chuuya found himself laughing, not so much at their jokes anymore, but merely at the pure joy that their bond and connection through both familiarity and care brought him. “Wouldn’t ya’ like to have a go at the cone of shame, Dazai?” He joked, a smirk twisting his lips as Dazai sighed in exasperation, frowning and pouting playfully. Chuuya’s smile melted, going from a twisted smirk to a soft uptick of lips, something sweet despite the words he had spoken previously. “You’re pretty damn cute when you’re pouting like that,” he whispered lowly, continuing to tease Dazai even as the brunette cried out in protest, whining his complaints.

“Chuuuuya!~ This is so unfair, I didn’t even have a chance to refute what you said! Now, allow me to give you an itemized list on why everything you’ve just said, including the last part, is incorrect!” As Dazai opened his mouth wider and raised a finger, Chuuya playfully covered the man’s mouth before he could go on a long winded rant, and raised an eyebrow as Dazai’s amber eyes shot malice-free daggers at him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Chuuya chuckled, dropping his hand from Dazai’s face. “But, don’t you think we should go and get dressed?” He said, nudging Dazai now, noticing he’d finished up with the bandages. “Unless you want to stay here, naked and alone…” Chuuya teased, trailing off with a shrug as he began to pick at his fingernails with feigned disinterest. Finally, Dazai pushed himself up from the toilet seat with a groan. He dipped forward, and Chuuya made a worried noise, diving to catch him. His heart raced with equal measure to his frustration as Dazai only winked at him, showing that he was perfectly fine. “You bastard…”

“Carry me, dog! Take me away, Chibi-chan!” Dazai demanded playfully, pointing towards the door and looking in that direction, before tilting his head, looking back to Chuuya. Dark brown strands of hair, damp and unkempt, fell over his forehead messily as those amber eyes watched his partner carefully. “What could possibly be taking so long? You heard your masters orders!” Dazai joked, smirking widely.

Chuuya growled, but the sight of Dazai with damp hair, strands clinging to his pale skin eventually won out. He hooked his arms underneath the taller man, and with a soft, hardly audible grunt, he lifted Dazai up into a princess-style carry. His brow furrowed slightly when he realized how light the brunette was, and it gave him pause. “You shouldn’t be this easy to carry,” he noted, though, as expected, Dazai did nothing but roll his eyes and stare blankly in response to such accusations. Chuuya didn’t push further, but a mental note was made to start a more scheduled eating regiment, and get Dazai to eat with him as much as possible. He carried Dazai all the way back to his own room, placing him down on the bed carefully. Dazai groaned softly as he spread himself out on Chuuya’s bed, remembering the way the covers had so nicely kept him warm and comforted, filling the gaps of Chuuya’s arms. 

“I’ll walk over to your room and get you some comfortable clothes. Stay put, Dazai.” Chuuya commanded softly, stepping back towards the door and closing it behind him as he entered the hallway. He approached Dazai’s room, turning the knob on the mahogany door with care before taking a step inside. He’d never properly been in Dazai’s personal space, minus the few times he’d gotten peeks from the doorway, but he didn’t abuse the opportunity, and quickly found a loose fitting turtleneck, a pair of comfortable looking trousers, and a soft, checkered trench coat, just in case the other man would need it. Still wearing nothing but his towel, Chuuya closed Dazai’s door behind him and then reentered his own chambers, where Dazai now lay curled up on the bed. “Here,” Chuuya said, placing the clothes down on the edge of the bed for the brunette. “I’m going to get something similar from my closet. You don’t need to wear that coat inside– at least, not just yet.” 

Dazai nodded, humming to himself softly as Chuuya turned away, heading off to his drawers to get a proper outfit. Dazai unraveled the towel wrapped around his waist, shamefully glad that Chuuya was turned away as he looked down at his half-hard cock, twitching slightly with mild interest as he quickly pulled on his boxers. Dazai moved fast, efficiently equipping himself with both the loose-fitting pants and the turtleneck, savoring the feeling of comfortable fabric against what little pieces of his skin weren’t covered in bandages. He let out a soft sigh, silently grateful for Chuuya’s choice out of his multitude of available options. Mere moments later, Chuuya turned back to him, fully dressed in a similar cozy fashion. Both men let their coats lay, neatly folded, on the end of the bed, as Chuuya pushed himself up onto it to sit with Dazai.

Dazai hummed softly, enjoying the peaceful moment. A familiar melody found its way into his mind, and unconsciously his humming matched the songs rhythm, until an idea sprung to his mind. Amber eyes lit up with playful mischief, and he suddenly elbowed Chuuya in the side. The redhead groaned and shot Dazai a glare as he rubbed at his ribs briefly. “What now, Dazai? It’s the middle of the night, cut me some damn slack–”

“We should go out!”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #dazai x chuuya #chuuya nakahara #skk #soukoku #bsd writing #writing #angst #hurt/comfort #h/c #homosexuals.. #HOPE YALL ENJOY!!

[jaxi-the-dragonborn]

Peril painting!! I was originally going to go with her canon colors but then i thought of blue peril and i was like :O

#this bad boy took so long #maybe 10-12 hours? #angles and stuff #so hard #she angy #hope yall enjoy!! #:) #wings of fire #wings of fire skywing #wof skywing #skywing #ill elaborate more later i am. so tired rn

[tcrmommabear]

TCR B-Day Bash Day #2: Masquerade

Hello hello, yes I know I’m late, but to be fair- this thing is roughly 2,700 words long, so I think I earned a little tardiness.

This is my Role Reversal AU, where Haru is the one who had to rescue Baron from the Cat King, and I just love writing pining Baron who thinks Haru is completely not interested. (As I’ve messaged @catsafarithewriter in the middle of writing to scream “SHE’S PLAYING IT TOO COOL”)

Enjoy my friends!!

***

Baron wasn’t having the greatest night one could imagine.

Though always grateful to do a bit of good and indulge some dramatic tendencies, it was significantly harder to focus on the former when he couldn’t tend to the latter. And he had so hoped to impress a certain someone, if she hadn’t so quickly gone missing.

To be absolutely fair, it was hard to find anyone in the mass of bodies and swirls of dancing. Baron had held sight of Toto and Muta for most of the evening, but then he was pulled into introductions by the Prince’s cousin, and even their well known shapes and masks had flitted out of view. He kept an eye out for the silver flash of their masks, or even the rustle of Toto’s wings, but had given up when he realized he’d rather try to find Haru. And not just for the dance he had desperately wanted.

There was an assassin running around, after all.

And in the spirit of continued honesty, Baron had to admit there wasn’t actually much he had to worry about.

He admitted this to himself even as he still dug through party goers and waitstaff, twisting and twirling and charming his way around the ballroom in the hopes of catching sight of her. Haru could take care of herself, so well that she could probably have done this whole mission by herself. The other three were here more as a cursory role, helping deflect attention while she did the actual sneaking around. But Haru had insisted all be present, said the Bureau wasn’t the Bureau without all its members.

That it was important to her for Baron (... and Toto and Muta…) to be there for her.

He still wasn’t at the point of admitting how much his heart had raced when Haru said that. Emotions were still odd for him at times.

(Especially what Haru drew out of him, piece by piece.)

So the group donned their best suits and gowns, covered their faces in silver masks, and headed off to stop a Royal Assassination. They had a moment with the family, who promised to stay encircled by their guard and away from the party itself, and the Bureau set to work looking for anyone, or anything, suspicious.

Which led to Baron’s current situation.

He’d done about three laps around the entirety of the ballroom itself, stepped out onto many balconies to glance about, and even hazarded a search through empty halls the masquerade was banned from. Not a sign of Haru among the crowds, hidden in corners, chatting with princes and kings, or miserably nursing a drink by the banquet table as Baron was up to now.

He wanted to be proud. He was proud. Haru was a phenomenal Bureau member, and would likely inherit the damn thing if Baron was capable of passing from this world, but…

He sighed, sinking further into the shadows, glancing about the masquerade ball. Elegant masks of ruby, gold, bronze, and lavender fill the space, cavernous and echoing. Baron had chosen silver, to remind himself of the mask Haru had thrown at the Cat King during their escape. To remind Haru, he had hoped, of another dance they’d shared before.

But one cannot break through to Haru when she focuses on a case. He’d been impressed by her drive in the beginning, had praised her openly and constantly for it when she’d first joined. But now, even on cases as lax (though no less important) as this one, she was gone. And he wasn’t sure how to try and get closer to her except during cases, seeing as she tried to keep as busy as possible in her everyday life.

Baron was going to have to admit it at some point. That he, likely, wasn’t an option for Haru, for many valid reasons, and that she considered him as nothing more than a work colleague. Maybe a friend.

Baron took another swig from his drink, sighed once more, and gazed out into the crowd.

And caught eyes with a silver mask.

Heat shot through his veins, sparks and fire, electrical impulses burning through the wood of his heart and searing her name. She was mid-conversation, it appeared, having just glanced and caught his eye. But her smile spoke so much more- joy, excitement, maybe a touch of relief at having found a familiar face, a couple dozen other emotions he couldn’t place but just spoke so deeply of who Haru was.

He smiled back, raised a hand to wave, but she’d turned away. Was back to the conversation at hand, leaving him to imagine if she’d ever even looked his way. He didn’t have time to mourn the chance encounter, to try and call out to the woman he’d spent the night looking for. There was a polite cough to his side, and Baron glanced to find a young woman by his side.

He recognizes her from earlier conversations, and a reintroduction from the Prince’s cousin. And despite his misgivings and soured mood, Baron can't help the inherent desire to make a continued good impression.

"Lady Ladonna Marie," Baron exclaims, taking her extended hand, "an absolute delight to see you once again."

She giggles as he kisses the air around her knuckles, dark blue eyes narrowing at him. He pities the poor fool that falls in her sights, recognizing the gleam inherent to nobles and riches. Baron knows all too well what she searches for, and yet doesn't think to worry for his own safety.

Lady Ladonna's hand lingers in his own, her grip tight around the fingers as he feels her rings digging in. She steps closer, Baron taking the chance to slip from her grip, and watches as she tilts her chin up to meet his eyes. He glances out, supposing she must be hiding from many admirers, as no one but the Bureau is aware of the assassin at hand. He smiles at her, wanting to show her a friendly face among the uncertain crowd.

"Are you enjoying your evening, Baron Humbert?" She bats her eyelashes, and Baron wonders briefly if something is caught in them.

"The evening has been a delight, Lady Ladonna, and the guests wonderfully agreeable. One could not ask for a more perfect party."

"And surely you've had time to dance?"

Baron's smile shifts, his heart aching and fit to burst out of his chest and sail across to the silver mask. One that, as far as he can tell, hasn't glanced back at him. He shakes his head, moving to gather the drink he'd set aside at her approach.

"Unfortunately not, though not for lack of trying. My colleague remains to be seen, and I always endeavor to reserve my first for her."

"Ah, for her loss!" Lady Ladonna exclaims, her hand slipping into the crook of his arm. "Yet you've made many a friend and acquaintance here tonight, another is bound to jump at the chance."

Baron glanced at Lady Ladonna, slightly leaning back to regain some personal space, before looking back out at the crowd.

His eyes meet Haru's again, her mask a shining bone white underneath the light. He jolts, missing how less animated she is in her conversation, the stiffness to her posture. He instead fills with another ache in his heart, and wishes he was someone worthy of her attention. To be seen by a shooting star as it passes through the night.

"Why, I'd be more than happy to introduce you to the ballroom floor!"

Baron snaps back down to the Lady Ladonna, her smile twisting in a self satisfied way. He feels ensnared, in the slightest sense, and thinks of ways to extricate himself without giving offense. Despite the sour mood, he does have a job to do, and the time for dancing has long since passed.

Before Baron can respond, either to excuse or charm his way, another joins the fray.

"Baron, it's so good to finally find you! I would really like to be introduced to your friend here."

His heart seizes.

He turns to see Haru, shining and glittering and beautiful as always, standing before him and the Lady. Her silver mask twists and curls around her eyes, drawing attention to the depth and warmth he finds himself drowning in. Her short hair is slicked back, her gown a navy blue and studded with silver gems.

When he'd first seen her, he'd likened her to a deity of stars and night, swept away and swaddled in her mystery.

Her smile is tense, but he knows the difference between one of anger at him and one of discomfort, and Haru had only so far flashed him one of genuine happiness before being drawn to Lady Ladonna.

Their eyes hold, and Baron feels theady'a grip on his arm tighten to an alarming degree. He gently pries her hand away, stepping to his place beside Haru. Haru rests a hand easily on his arm, touch light and only to alert him that she's there.

"Miss Haru," he begins, before clearing his throat, wrangling in his excitement and nerves, "allow me to introduce Lady Ladonna Marie. Lady Ladonna, my colleague, Miss Haru."

"Lovely to meet you, Lady Marie, but I'm afraid we must part," Haru cuts, before the Lady has a chance, "for Baron, here, owes me a dance."

Haru reaches for the drink in Baron's hand he'd forgotten about and takes a sip. She smiles and raises the cup towards the Lady, before setting it aside and taking Baron's hand. She leads him to the ballroom floor, unaware of his heart hammering between the joining of their palms. He hardly dares to breathe, afraid to break whatever good luck has come along his path.

Haru stops abruptly, and turns, taking Baron’s hands into her own, before adjusting him into a waltz. He follows automatically, taking the lead as one song ends and another quickly begins.

“Quite a friend you made back there Baron,” Haru snorts. “Seemed to have no sense of personal space.”

“Lady Ladonna can be afforded a little leniency, being such a close friend of the Prince and his cousin.”

“Her friendship with the Prince does not mean she can treat others how she wants.”

His heart warms, wanting to soothe the annoyed expression on Haru’s face. He squeezes her hand, drawing her attention away from the lurking Lady. She meets his eyes, and his heart melts entirely, though the aches from earlier still pulse beneath his ribs. He dips Haru, enjoys the lighthearted smile that blooms in its wake, and continues their turn about the dance floor.

“I’ve been looking for you, Miss Haru,” he tells her, hoping his voice doesn’t betray the extent of what he means.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to make myself difficult to find. I’ve narrowed our options down, but there’s still too many variables for me to make a guaranteed guess.”

“Any strong contenders I should be worried about?”

Haru snorts.

“You were just corned by our prime suspect.”

Baron sends Haru into a twirl, leading her spinning around him to grant him another look. Lady Ladonna seems to have abandoned her place in the corner, and maintains watch over him and Baron. Though she seems to have moved further down the banquet table, towards the drinks.

He pulls Haru close, keeping the Lady in the corner of his eye.

“Motive? Method?”

“Close friend of the Prince’s cousin, cousin is first born of the King's younger brother. Succession crisis, announce engagement to new Prince, score of a lifetime. Method remains to be seen, but her rings indicate poison,” Haru says breathlessly, eyes a little unfocused as she gazes up at Baron.

He gives a big grin, and lifts her up into a twirl, chuckling when Haru gives a squeal of delight.

“You never cease to amaze, Miss Haru, well done indeed. Has Muta been alerted to steal the rings?”

“Kind of? I’ve got him pickpocketing quite a few people, but I wanted to see if we could catch someone in the act, rather than hoarding jewelry and guessing who’s is who’s.”

“I suppose we have time, then, before we make our grand entrance. I never knew you as one to delay preventing an assassin for the dramatics of it all.”

“Please, Baron, we both know how much of an influence you’ve played into this. I did learn from the best after all.”

Baron flushes under the praise, especially paired with the way she looks up at him with her soulful eyes. He wants to sing her praises, lift her high above his head and twirl her around, desperately wants to dip her again and enjoy her laugh. He gets overwhelmed with the feeling of it all, the conflicting wants and narratives and the tilt of her smile, and pulls back.

“Yes, well,” he coughs, giving himself room to breathe, “there’s much you learned outside of me. I can’t take the compliment when I know I’ve only provided you a little.”

Her darling smile diminishes, and he wonders what could have stolen it away when all he’d done is be honest. He can’t get carried away, not here at least. They’re so close to solving this case, and maybe after he can come up with a plan to address all he wants. All he needs to do. He so desperately wishes he was more than a colleague and mentor.

“Baron, you must know I…” Haru begins, but Baron simply smiles. Smiles the smile for clients and light shows.

“Another time, Miss Haru, your charms will have to wait for after this case. There is an assassin running around, after all.”

Haru flushes in an odd way, pink dusting her cheeks and ears. He nods to himself, and continues to lead, the pair silent for the time. Baron still twirls and dips her, bringing giggles or smiles out of Haru to pass the time.

As he twirls her again, he spots the Lady Ladonna chasing after a servant carrying a tray of golden goblets. Specific goblets Baron had instructed the Royal family to stick to, to prevent a chance of poisoning or swapping of glasses. He dips Haru once again, letting her catch sight of the Lady’s movements.

“We’re on the clock now, I would say,” Haru murmurs, turning away from the Lady and locking eyes with Baron.

All previous notions of waiting until after the case abandons him when he realizes how close the two are. And Baron struggles not to lean down and kiss Haru that very moment.

The pair are, unfortunately, interrupted by Lady Ladonna opening one of her capsule rings and tilting it over a goblet as she orders the servant about. Baron and Haru freeze, glancing at each other again, before moving as one.

Baron leads her through a waltz once again, spinning and moving faster towards the pair standing at the edge of the ballroom floor. Baron lifts Haru after almost every spin, slightly higher and higher, stepping closer to the tray. He nods down at her, and she smiles, nodding back.

Baron lifts Haru high and spins her, her heels clacking against the tray and sending the wine spilling over the Lady Ladonna and servant. Haru leaps forth and grabs the Lady, while Baron moves to steady the flustered servant, both distracted by the sudden mayhem of the “accident”.

“You better hope that poison doesn’t seep through skin, Lady Marie,” Haru whispers, yanking rings off the Lady’s fingers to search for more capsules. The Lady Ladonna Marie sputters, but a glare from Haru is enough to set anyone to rights, and she folds easily enough.

“Let’s get these two sorted away from the crowd, Miss Haru, and inform the King the matter’s been resolved,” Baron motions to a side hallway, where two guards await them. The party still carries on, unaware of the plot foiled by a dance and a kick.

“Baron, about earlier-,” Haru begins, stopping Baron from moving with a hand to his arm. He glances down at her, her pink cheeks, her beautiful dress, her silver mask, and resolves to listen to any order, any request, any thing she might have to offer.

Muta crashes through the upper balcony, grips the chandelier to slow his fall, and comes crashing down on the ballroom floor.

The pair turn in time to see a dozen guards flowing out after him, Toto taking to the high ceilings in order to also give chase, shouting out unintelligibly to either the guards or Muta.

“I’m not the assassin! Stop chasing me already, I work fer the King!” Muta cries out.

Baron resolves, instead, to just let Haru handle easy missions on her own from now on.

#the cat returns #tcr #studio ghibli #neko no ongaeshi #baron humbert von gikkingen #tcrmommabear writes #tcr birthday bash #tcrmommabear #tcr bday bash 2023 #role reversal au #god i love my role reversal au #baron is a pathetic little pining cat in it and its beautiful #so good at charming when not trying #cant actively woo and seduce to save his own life #hope yall enjoy!!

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

[lupucs]

Undyne tries to be a good lab partner to Alphys but then Frisk shows up with some newfound skills 🐟🦖 Made with Blender!

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#undertale #animation #undyne #alphys #alphyne #frisk #blender #3d animation #i worked like 5 months on this on and off why am i like this #ive been meaning to model and animate them for a while im so glad i finally got around to it #their designs were so interesting to make i tried to keep em cartoony and stylized #hope yall enjoy i snuck in some details here n there hehe

[crazywolf828]

To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!

#hope yall enjoy😌 #share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭 #fics #fan fiction #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #smut #write #don't mind me #i dunno what else to tag this as

[sant-riley]

[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

#im so tired oh my god #i hope yall enjoy kissing yall on the forehead #ghost <3 #soap <3 #price <3 #gaz <3 #kayla writes <3 #call of duty #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john price #gender neutral reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #call of duty headcanons

[reimenaashelyee]

The Creator's Guide to Comics Devices is OPEN!!! comicsdevices.com

An online library of visual-narrative devices that are used in the medium of comics and other sequential art.

Happy Halloween! I'm really excited to be finally launching* what is maybe one of my most ambitious, largest work yet. This online library is the next phase of a research project that began in May 2020, when I first mused on how comics as a field doesn't have a resource that catalogues devices used in the medium. Like, theatre has devices, so does literature, and film! So why shouldn't comics? I always had an interest in comics studies and analysis. I love reading, making and thinking comics. However most of my knowledge was intuitive - I learned comics from osmosis and experience. This is true for many of my peers. Speaking about comics as a creator is hard, because we don't have a robust system of language. When we had to speak, many of us tend to reach for the language developed for film by film practitioners. If there is language specific to comics, it's either scattered in multiple blogs or hidden away in academic journals. The Comics Devices library is meant to aggregate everything and everybody into a single hub! After exploring some multiple resources, alongside some original, independent research, here is the first edition! * The Comics Devices project is still a work-in-progress! It's not final, nor will it ever be. This is why I am seeking contributors to help build this library. Translations, comics examples, etc. There is a lot of work to do! If you are interested, reply to this post or submit an expression of interest on this page.  Have fun everyone!! (Now time for me to melt x_x)

#webcomics #comics #comics devices #resources #good god there is still a lot to clean up even in this public state fhskjfhsd #anyway hope yall enjoy reading through this!! #also please help me build up the library lol

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla x Kong New Empire but it's the Spongebob Movie

I had this idea BEFORE the movie even came out lol

This took longer than I thought! Please appreciate it!

#godzilla #godzilla x kong: the new empire #kong #mothra #scar king #shimo #spongebob squarepants #patrick star #plankton #it's Godzilla x Kong but Spongebob lol #I'M A GOOFY GOOBER #YEAH!!!! #I actually love the song #i watched this movie like godzillion times #im serious #anyway hope yall like it #pls don't hate me #also enjoy goji with heels #lmao #my boi rockin' those heels lmao #do not repost #my art #Youtube

[sukeart]

went looking for marina came back with severe gender envy syndrome

#sukeart #splatoon #side order #acht mizuta #hope yall enjoying side order. as for myself i spent a good amount of time crying over pretty octopi

[chloesimaginationthings]

YOUR CASSIE DESIGN IS SO PRETTY AAAAAAA

CASSIE MOMENT!!

#ask reply #I’m so glad yall were happy to see Cassie!! #and enjoyed how I drew her #I feel like I need a few more times to draw her to get her look really down #BUT STILL again all the comments were encouraging! #I hope to draw her again soon!! #we all respect Cassie here 💜

[kishdoodles]

Happy New Year! My yearly Davesprite is here to usher in 2024... it's been a quite the 2023! This also marks 10 years since I started this tradition... yippee!!!

I made the piece this year listening to @toontitsgoopbrain's davesprite tracks (give them a listen they're really good!)

2023 has been on the quieter side for me, nonetheless I'm overwhelmed by the support I've had during it anyways. Thanks to everyone who stuck around!

2023 | 2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014

#art #Feel free to rb the other years too btw idm!!! #davesprite #hs #homestuck #homestuck fanart #hs fanart #personal diary in tags again #AGUGUGHHH THIS PIECE GAV EME SO MUCH GRIEF #suppose its expected i was really ambitious STILLL AUUUGHHH #anws the prompt and themes were from @/parasiteking hi arctic #i wasnt given an exact just some things to think about for davesprite n the tunes rly set the stage so to speak #im not happy but im satisfied enough w the piece. i hope this bodes well for my 2024 #ah wells hope yalls enjoy this