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aomimiusa-bear · 8 months

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strike a pose - jeon wonwoo

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

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The rough scratch of pencil gliding over scrapbook paper brought you solace in the chaos of life. The movements of your wrist have grown your ideas to places beyond your wildest imaginations. It was your reminder of why you were in this profession in the first place.

Your parents had always reprimanded your younger self for doodling on every free space available which painted you as the victim for the colorful streaks of crayon that danced the walls of your childhood home.

One of your parents never failed to bring up their favorite story of you at the semi annual family dinners you attend.

“I remember her wailing until she had no tears left to cry. It broke my heart to scrub her drawings off of the walls, but the landlord was not having it.”

Every retelling about your humble beginnings never failed to push a couple stray tears out of your eyes.

Pursuing your passion challenges your physical and mental capabilities. Continuing with art in university was like toying with a double edged sword; for once you were delighted at the thought of attending classes, but the viscous environment during your internships caused you to turn your back on art for a brief moment in time.

Nonetheless, the trials and tribulations of university led you to where you are today. The studio was furnished with blinding lights and eye-catching backdrops. The scent of hairspray lingered in the air as it is seemingly sprayed every couple seconds.

You shouldn’t be this nervous; it was just another photo shoot showcasing your newest creations. Honestly, you weren’t nervous at all until your assistant was, figuratively speaking, bouncing off the walls as they were delivering important news regarding the shoot.

“I had no idea he would agree so easily. I wouldn’t have stressed for days, weeks even if the negotiation was this simple.” Your assistant rambled. “The one and only, Jeon Wonwoo, agreed to be the leading model for your newest line!” followed by an earth-shattering squeal.

The oxygen supplying your lungs had magically disappeared in that very moment. You must have done the greatest act of kindness in your past life to receive this kind of opportunity.

Jeon Wonwoo is the top male model in the industry; his lean physique and fierce gaze was highly critiqued in every magazine column dedicated to the alluring man. To top it all off, Wonwoo was given an innumerable amount of praise for his seemingly contradicting persona behind the camera.

You recalled the countless interviews of Wonwoo’s diligent care towards all the staff members regardless of titles. You also, not that you were intentionally looking for more information on the man, know that he held a soft spot for any type of cat. How fucking adorable.

Wonwoo was paralyzingly attractive and his charming personality was sufficient to captivate even the most hateful people in this world.

Mindless drawings of multiple pieces of clothing occupied your downtime. The shoot was not scheduled to start until later, but you wanted to settle into the ambiance of it all to fully immerse yourself in your work. It was like a pre-shoot ritual for you.

Whenever you wanted to let your mind wander, you’d pick up the ratty sketchbook you had received for christmas one year. The ideas stuffed into said sketchbook were not worthy of being turned into reality, but you loved the brief moment of complete creative freedom.

The familiar scrape of your pencil on paper casted a hypnotic response on your hand. You were just doodling free from the confines of profit and pressure.

“That is absolutely beautiful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of a deep and melodic voice. His eyes were trained on the worn out page of your sketchbook. You were speechless. Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t just a passing topic of many promiscuous conversations with coworkers. He was here. Right behind you. And he had complimented your work.

“Thank you. Kind words like yours inspire me to stay in this business.”

It was an automatic response whenever someone complimented your work after countless interviews, although your response had been more timid than anticipated.

A searing blush already crept up your neck, and soon to invade the tips of your ears. You turned back around in your chair effectively facing away from where he was positioned.

You had found relief from the busy outside in an empty dressing room, and you were in a comfortable position in one of the vanity set ups.

He wasn’t clueless. Wonwoo thoroughly enjoyed how flustered you became in his presence. Wonwoo also didn’t miss how you were deliberately checking him out in the reflection of you both. He looked good in your clothes.

Suddenly, you found yourself enclosed in a pair of biceps. You stared into the mirror to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as well.

“Thank you for this opportunity to work with you. It is my greatest privilege to showcase your newest clothing line.” His head dipped lower to level with your own. Without breaking eye contact through the mirror Wonwoo added,

“See you out there sweetheart. I look forward to working with you.”

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The shutter of the camera was another sound you learned to appreciate over time. Usually, the photographer would barrel directions towards the model, but not Wonwoo. He was confident in his abilities, and that energy was carried on to everyone in the room.

His movements were fluid and natural; he was posing just enough to display the clothes but still highlight his abilities.

It was as if he was born for the camera.

To say you were mesmerized by him was an understatement. You were bewitched by the man known as Jeon Wonwoo.

You lost count of the stolen glances you shared with Wonwoo. Every time your eyes hovered on him for a split second too long he would immediately sense it, and subsequently meet your own gaze.

His eyes devoured you. As if Wonwoo was attending an art exhibit and was bidding to take you home.

“The female model just called in saying she can’t make it.” Your assistant was out of breath trying to deliver the news as soon as possible. These situations happen more often than not, but what got your palms sweaty was the absence of a standby model.

A wave of deja vu crashed over you. This has happened only one other time. You had to step in, but in this case you were modeling with the most attractive man you had laid your eyes on. There were no other options.

There was only one outfit you envisioned that required the female model to pose with Wonwoo.

Red chiffon draped your figure, and the cowl neckline only did so much to cover your chest. The rounded swells of your breasts peaked out from the top, sides and down the plunging neckline. A small bunch of ruffles placed on your right arm lightly resembled a flower as the trim ran down the side and flowed past your ankle; the free moving trim was a contradiction to the form fitting body of the dress.

You loved this design on paper, and it only excited you to bring it to life.

A team of staff members scrambled to get yourself ready for the shoot. The angular placement of the deep brown eyeshadow pointed your eyes towards the temples of your face. A subtle peach lip topped off the look.

You were ready for the camera.

Upon walking out of the dressing room, you noticed that Wonwoo had changed into an all black outfit. The shirt was slightly see-through and equally as plunging as your own ensemble.

The concept for these photos were to showcase the sultry red dress hence Wonwoo’s monochromatic garments. Most of the poses consisted of you in front of Wonwoo with his hands on your waist while your head was on his shoulders.

Mundane is what you would describe the poses you were put into with Wonwoo. Up until the last pose.

“Wonwoo, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt bud.” The photographer instructs. Instinctively, Wonwoo began to unbutton his top. Tantalizingly slow. He also made direct eye contact with you.

A chair was placed in the middle of the white backdrop.

“Wonwoo, please take a seat while I direct our leading lady for our final pose.”

Your leg closest to the camera was bent on top of his while the other was firmly planted on the ground. Wonwoo’s hand grasped your waist, but his arm laid relaxed on the mound of your ass.

He was instructed to lean into your chest; right where the tip of the plunge was located. You snaked your arm around the nape of his neck to complete the final look.

A thunderous round of applause commenced after the final shutter of the camera. You and Wonwoo had made your way to the monitor storing all of the taken photos.

You had to admit, you and Wonwoo looked damn good together.

“Maybe you should switch professions so that I can see you more often. I would love to share the camera with you.” Wonwoo had said this low enough for only your ears to hear.

His broad figure disappeared after nearly sending you into hysteria. Wonwoo probably headed out to change out of the one article of clothing that he was wearing by the end of the shoot.

He probably had to attend scheduled obligations after the shoot. You were slightly upset that you may never see the gorgeous man ever again.

After Wonwoo had scurried off, you took it upon yourself to finish all of the administrative work left for you to complete. Being involved in the shoot pushed back all of your priorities, so you needed to catch up ASAP.

You had been so busy that you were still in the red dress.

At this eerily late hour, everyone had already gone home, and it was your job to close up the studio; the owner had slipped the keys into your palms after you explained the long night ahead.

Your personal belongings were tucked away in the same vacant dressing room you were in prior to the beginning of the shoot. The clack of your heels echoed on the linoleum floor as you made your way into the room.

You twisted the door open just to reveal Wonwoo sitting on a chair just scrolling on his phone. He was in his attire from earlier; shirtless with a pair of slacks. His head looked up to meet yours. You blinked once. Twice. Three times before you broke the silence.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you of course.” He replied. The beat of your heart sped up ten fold.

Your legs had a mind of its own, because you started walking where Wonwoo sat. He held out his hand for you to take. As soon as your hand was in his, Wonwoo yanked you onto his lap.

His chest felt firm pressed against the side of your arm. The inviting warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating.

Your hands were kept folded together on your lap. The dress rode up your thighs just a bit higher, but still covered enough to be decent. His hand rested on the side of your thighs playing with the hem of the dress while the other was placed underneath your chin.

“You were spectacular out there. Your confidence and grace was admirable; you deserve to be a role model to people everywhere.” His praises never ended.

“Thank you Wonwoo.” Sincerity laced your voice. “I see now why you are constantly booked for shoots.” You chuckled softly.

“I owe that all to you. You were ravishing out there.” You were speechless. And Wonwoo was the reason. Again.

“I’d love to work with you in the future if you are available.”

“Only if you’d have me.” Wonwoo’s smile was so bright that his eyes folded into cute crescent moons.

“It would be an honor.” You replied in a funny British accent. Even his laughs were perfect.

The laughter died down into a comfortable silence. You couldn’t focus with Wonwoo so close.

Wonwoo’s thumb toyed with your bottom lip. His warmth was a feeling you could get used to. You didn’t stop him nor did you want him to stop. Ever.

“Tell me I’m not imagining things darling. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You gave him a weak nod. Your brain was filled with nothing but him.

“Words sweetheart. I need words.” He softly chastised.

“Take me Wonwoo. I’m all yours.” The desperation in your voice would have made you cringe on a regular day, but something about Wonwoo made it so easy.

That was all he needed. Wonwoo moved his hand from your ass to the back of your neck to press his lips to yours.

Something about the kiss lit your whole body on fire. It felt so right.

The slight nip of Wonwoo’s teeth on your bottom lip emits a small gasp from you. That allowed Wonwoo to slip his tongue in to dance with yours. The sounds coming from the both of you could rival PornHub’s most popular video.

Wonwoo disconnected his lips from yours. “Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy babe.”

You shifted your body so that your back was pressed against his chest. Your head slumped against his while each of your legs fell on either side of his left thigh.

The end of the dress gathered on the tops of your thighs until Wonwoo pushed the bunched up fabric to sit around your waist.

Staring back at him was the image of your flimsy thong. The crotch area was covered by a thin layer of mesh with some sort of floral detailing.

You couldn’t recollect the specific attributes of your underwear because Wonwoo was slicing your pussy in half with the help of your thong. He tugged the skinny damp fabric upwards as it nestled itself in between your swollen pussy lips.

“You are the most breathtaking sight. Right? You’ll take everything I give you because you're my good girl.”

Any response you wanted to give him was lost in your never ending moans. Wonwoo released the tension on your underwear only to tease his index finger along your soaking slit.

“Fuck Wonwoo, that feels so good.” That was the first coherent thought you were able to voice. Wonwoo settled on playing with your clit stimulating the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. Were you this wet during the shoot too? Walking around with slick thighs and your cunt crying to be fucked?”

His words were too much to handle. Wonwoo’s finger circled your hole.

“Won–” you choke back a moan. “Wonwoo I need you now. No more teasing.” You mewl.

“I haven’t even stretched you out yet. Do you want this fat cock now? Are you that much of a greedy whore?” You desperately nodded.

Wonwoo removed his hand from your throbbing core, and you flinched at the contact of the frigid air.

“Up.”

You immediately stood up in between his legs. Wonwoo zipped down his slacks to reveal his hardened cock covered by the fabric of his underwear.

As for the dress, you slipped the straps off of your shoulders freeing your tits before completely stripping from the dress. Your nipples stood erect from your growing sexual desire.

Wonwoo grabbed you again and positioned your body to be kneeling in front of him. The gleam in his eye signaled you to pull the waistband of his underwear down until they bundled around his ankles.

“C’mon baby, you know what to do. You’re smart. I haven’t had the chance to fuck you dumb yet.”

His cock was red and pulsating. The bulbous tip was leaking beads of precum. Starting from the base, you licked the length of his cock all the way to the tip.

You circled your tongue on his slit to collect the leaking cum.

You collected a wad of saliva at the edge of your mouth before you spat it onto his penis. You lowered your head to completely take him in your mouth.

You were bobbing your head up and down and sucking him in. Whatever you couldn’t reach your hands were taking care of it.

He felt hot and heavy in your mouth, and you swore that your arousal was about to drip onto the floor.

“Shit. You’re a piece of art. The prettiest fuckin’ thing to ever grace this Earth.”

You glanced at Wonwoo through your eyelashes. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and that only motivated you to continue with what you were doing.

His hands found their way to the back of your head creating a makeshift ponytail.

He pushed your head down far enough where your nose met his pelvis. You gagged around him before he released you.

A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his cock.

“C’mere baby.”

He placed you across his lap again. His hot mouth was sucking a deep bruise that would be a pain to cover in the morning. Wonwoo’s hands trailed down your leg and removed the uncomfortable heels on your feet.

You couldn’t have been more relieved.

Now, it was your turn to whisper lowly into his ear, “Let me ride your dick Won. I want to be good to you.”

You maneuvered yourself in order to straddle his hips. Wonwoo took this opportunity to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Stop teasing.” You were growing impatient after all of the foreplay.

Wonwoo harshly grabbed your neck. He pressed the sides just enough to feel a lightheaded buzz course through your head.

“Ask politely.” His grip tightened in the slightest. “I didn’t know you were a brat. I thought you wanted to be good for me.” It felt like he was scolding you.

“Give me your manners before I make you beg like the dirty fucking slut you are.”

God, you were so wet that it was starting to hurt having nothing to fill you up.

“Wonwoo please fuck me. I need you fill me with your cock and fuck me like the whore I am.”

“Are you asking?” He raised his eyebrow.

“No, I'm begging.”

The vulgar exchange of words was enough for him to slam your hips down and take him all the way. The mouthwatering stretch of his cock felt heavenly.

“This pussy was made for me. No one else could take this tight and dirty little hole like I can.”

You rhythmically moved your hips up and down while pausing every couple seconds to grind down on his dick. You felt every ridge and vein protruding from his cock.

Your eyes were clouded from lust

“You feel so good baby. Wrapped so well around my fat cock. Do you like it that much? Hmm?”

“Yes, yes Wonwoo love your cock. S’good.” You were panting like you had won a marathon. Your activities could possibly be considered one.

You knew you were clenching hard around Wonwoo, and he knew by looking at the drag of your pussy lips every time you’d lift yourself up.

“You’re so tight, baby. My good girl is doing so well for me.”

The familiar coil in your abdomen was about to snap. Wonwoo’s words only pushed you closer to release.

“Cum for me sweetheart. I’ll cum for you, fill you up to the brim darling, if you cum for me.”

That was enough to send you over the edge. Pleasure came crashing down on you. Wonwoo roughly thrusted upwards, and the stuttering of his hips let you know that he came too.

You looked down at where you and Wonwoo were connected and saw a white ring of your mixed arousal around the base of his cock. You were certain that the sticky mess had spread onto your inner thighs as well.

Suddenly, Wonwoo placed you on the desk of the vanity. You jumped at the contact of your bare ass against the cold surface.

He pulled up the pooled clothing pieces at his ankles so that he was wearing them again

You felt exposed. You were still completely naked. Wonwoo had been gazing at you longingly before speaking. “Let me clean you up at my place. It’s not far from here.”

“Is this a trick to get me to go home with you Mr. Jeon?” It was your turn to raise your eyebrow.

“Did it work?”

“Yes Wonwoo, I’d love nothing more than to go home with you.”

Wonwoo handed you his extra sweatshirt and pants. You quickly got dressed, and soon enough you were out the door with your hand in his.

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Hi everyone! I am so grateful for the support on my past two works. Feel free to leave any comments in my asks or on my posts!

I hope you enjoyed this fic as well.

#kpop #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt #svt x reader #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonu #jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x you

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enavstars · 1 year

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Mermaid samurai (bet you didn't expect that) + doodles. Also this is my version of human Pixal.

Details of the AU under the cut:

The AU is set years ago in the era of pirates and there are sirens (I know I said mermaids but they're actually sirens). Cole, Jay, Zane and Pixal (Zane and Pixal are humans) are pirates; Kai and Nya are sirens and Lloyd is a hybrid.

First off, sirens. Sirens are predators who decieve and hunt humans using their melodic voice and appereance. Sometimes they eat the humans they've hunt down but most of the times they eat other fish. To decieve humans they can change the upper part of their bodies to look human; all sirens are intersex (each one with more masculine or feminine traits) so they can change into both male and female humans (Kai is usually a man and Nya a woman but they sometimes change). Sirens can form groups or hunt alone. Kai and Nya lost their parents when they were little and have been on their own since then, barely having any contact with other sirens. Most sirens have blue to green characteristics but sometimes there are ones with other colors like Kai; that's usually a disadvantage since it atracts other predators.

Kai doesn't like humans at all and usually fights other sea creatures (like sharks). He doesn't like deep waters either.

On the other hand, Nya is interested in humans, mostly their inventions and is really curious. Unlike Kai, she does like really deep waters. They're both very protective to each other and Lloyd.

Then, Zane and Pixal had an arranged wedding they didn't like (Gay and lesbian solidarity) so they decided to run away and join the pirates, the ones of the Destiny's bounty.

Cole is a member of the pirates and became one to find a treasure and get money for his village. He often feels bad because he couldn't afford his mother's medicine and he blames himself for her death.

Jay has been a pirate for the longest time. At first he just wanted the adventure but then he kind of regreted his decision (until he bonds with everyone). He's really skilled.

The captain of the Bounty is... an asshole so... mutiny(?) , eventually Cole will be the captain (because he is a good leader) and Jay the second in command.

As for Lloyd, he is a hybrid: Misako is human and Garmadon a siren. Wu and Garmadon are considered mythical creatures so Lloyd is basically unique. He lives in a small house next to the sea after Misako passed away. When he was a kid he had an encounter with Kai and Nya and, after a while, they became friends. Now Kai and Nya have adopted him as their little brother and go visit often. Lloyd treats their wounds as well as other sea creatures, he's a healer (vet?). Eventually he'll go with the Bounty's crew.

As for ships obviously plasma and samurai but also glacier.

Feel free to ask any questions about the AU and send ideas for drawings (though I can't promise to answer/draw everything).

#art #artwork #ninjago #ninjago nya #nya smith #nya jiang #ninjago pixal #pixal borg #samuraishipping #ninjago kai #kai smith #kai jiang #ninjago jay #jay walker #plasmashipping #Sirens and Pirates AU

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herteitr-runar · 14 hours

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🇮🇸 🇳🇴 🇸🇪 🇫🇮 🇩🇰

a tiny little stress relief doodles of metal nordics. sweden and norway designed by my friend (: i love norway so much ...

rambling under the cut.

well of course my favourite characters ever had to share my musical taste. sweden, norway and iceland especially! i have an amon amarth shirt just like sweden's... and i've been listening to radix malorum by gorgoroth for the entirety of this drawing process ! (a banger btw.)

the respective bands are: Svartidauði (black metal), Gorgoroth (black metal), Amon Amarth (death metal), Korpiklaani (folk metal) and Týr (folk metal).

i thought norway, sweden and iceland would prefer the harsher vocals and stuff, whereas finland and denmark would prefer clearer vocals and more melodic songs - which wouldn't surprise me too much...

anyway i can't just type here forever . let's end this

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arabaka · 1 year

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*₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆♡˚ one more song.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ aki hayakawa x fem! reader. no cw, fluff piece. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

i wanted this to be short and sweet >__< i hope you all like regardless!

thinking about domestic bliss with aki... a red circle on the calendar. a little doodle of a broom. cleaning day.

he starts bright and early, always getting up before you but only because he insists on you getting those extra 30 minutes. by the time you get up, he has coffee brewed just the way you like it and a light breakfast. wouldn't want you getting sluggish. if you took a nap, he wouldn't be able to resist cuddling up to you and taking a snooze as well.

you divide and conquer when it comes to the chores but you always find your way back to each other through music. set aside the duster. put away the mop. he slides his arm so smoothly around your waist, his hand at the small of your back pulling you in nice and close. your hands find each other, fingers lacing together as the two of your sway to the comforting melodic tunes from the other room.

you bury your head in the crook of his neck, drawing in a deep breath and indulging yourself in the intoxicating scent of his cologne blended with his brand of cigarettes. he smells more like home than your shared living space ever could.

aki kisses your forehead quietly. it doesn't matter that the bathroom was halfway done or that the mirror had windex streaks from top to bottom. he can get to that in a minute. he just needs to hold you, to move with you and enjoy this simple bliss. you rustle against him, murmuring against his skin that you should get back to it. his hand at your back is firm as he mumbles in return, "just until this song is over." so you dance with him, not noticing when one song ends and the other begins...

as hard as it is, the two of you part, knowing it won't be long before he embraces you one more time... and then another... each time kissing to your skin, "one more song."

🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊ ✧ ﾟ 🕊 minors/ageless blogs dni.

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anomalouscorvid · 9 months

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artfight attack on OlayColay, @simcardiac-arrested, @pansear-doodles, @mothwingedmyths, and @delirious-basement, with small appearances of a character from @silkysong and a character from @skyistheground!

or, to be more specific, this drawing has the Vinki, No Way Back, Nine Linen Lanes, Melodic Cries, Momma Spot, Barbecue Sauce, and Great Fields Beheld in the flesh/metal/???light projection???, with Anthro AU Artificer, Great Fields Beheld (again), No Way Back (again), a Very 100% Normal Slugpup, and a Neuron Pup as graffiti

(i was originally planning to have more characters as graffiti, but forgot unfortunately)

#i think my favourite part that i included here would actually be the fact that nwb is using a controller sized for slugcats.#for authenticity you know? or. equality. or something #rain world #art #digital art #drawing #digital drawing #artfight #artfight 2023 #eyestrain #just noticed that i've been misspelling graffiti as grafitti this whole time... thought something looked wrong but i. didn't notice before.

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ntls-24722 · 5 months

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this is a lyric in Hard Drive and while it's a lot more melodic in the song it's significantly funnier coming out of MCMM's mouth who canonically has the dry delivery of Alfred Coleman's role as The President

Also??? I've been wanting to draw MM, specifically an MM rather than a DJMM as Mettaton since, I mean. they've got the legs for it. But if I were to draw DJMM Mettaton, I knew what I would've done - unroll his glove's cuffs!

It's, um. hard to make a seductive or glamorous pose when you are built like an egg and have no lower body. But it was done

Bonus: A bunch of selfship doodles

DJMM has such a static expression on his face, I imagine that for drawing him biblically accurately, you'd have to add a little emoticon to show what he's expressing. Body language is hard to capture with stills, especially with stiff robot stills.

#ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #MCMM #mettaton ex #mettaton #(almost) daily music man

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rei-inari · 3 months

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pspsp hii fellow grim fan! got any hcs?

hiiii fellow Grimmy lover ! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ Ohh that's a good question, I usually keep these things in my head because I'm too shy to post anything but let's see. A lot of my hcs involve my MC personally so I hope that's okay. ☼ MC is female; artist; pet cat named Garrus; lives in Tokyo.

Spoilers below.

Casper's favorite color is black; she teases him that black isn't a color so he just huffs and says red.

Casper listens pretty much exclusively to heavy metal. She introduces him to melodic death metal and it's all he ever plays... except during Christmas time where he plays that one song on repeat, constantly, driving her insane.

He can't hold his alcohol, like, at all. He gets very handsy when drunk.

He's always bringing her new skin care products to try, he refuses to give up until she has a skin care routine that consists of more than "a bar of soap and sometimes sunscreen.. when she remembers."

He brings her a new bouquet of flowers every time the previous one wilts. They are always sunflowers with a mix in of seasonal flowers.

Casper loves cute things, he will never admit to it (he can't lie so), but that cute little axolotl plush sitting on their bed is proof enough.

Speaking of cute things, she introduces him to gachapon. At first he scoffs at it, "How could mortals be so easily assumed by such silly trinkets?" She rolls her eyes at him and puts a few coins into the machine. Out comes a silly little plastic egg, opening it reveals a tiny little clear plastic axolotl wearing a hat. She teases him as she puts it in his hand as they leave. There are 5 other types of axolotl figures in that machine. Later he comes back and blows a shit ton of money trying to win the rest. She has to take his wallet before he spends all his money.

She bought him a cute pair of light pink and red socks with chibi axolotl printed on them one day on her way home from work. He refuses to wear them but more often than not she'll look over as he's taking off his boots and there they are.

They have matching phone charms.

She felt really bad about teasing him about his use of kaomoji so whenever they're apart for long she'll text him ヾ( > ◡ < )ツ.｡*☆ and it usually just escalates from there.

He's very good at house work; cleaning, laundry, etc. Except cooking. He sucks at cooking. His diet of cup noodles is concerning.

He has a sweet tooth.

In any of the endings where he defects from the reaper organization he gets a new job as a programmer. He's completely self taught which he boasts about often.

Casper has hardly ever interacted with animals before, let alone lived with one. So when he moves in he gets to work researching everything to know about cats. He starts to play with Garrus daily, buy him little toys here and there, sneaks him treats. He pouts when she won't let him feed him breakfast/dinner that day.

He can't draw, but that doesn't stop him from leaving little sticky notes with his doodles scribbled on them in her sketchbook when he knows she's taking it to work. She hangs the post it notes on the wall in her cubicle.

Casper reads A LOT. He reads almost every night before bed. Mostly he reads tomes and texts that relate to the underworld or his job, but occasionally a smutty romance novel from the mortal world finds it's way into his hands.

He works out in his room daily.

Haaa that ended up being a lot longer than I thought, but the Casper brainrot is real so 🤭💕

#a date with death casper #a date with death #a date with death vn #adwd #a date with death headcanons #casper #a date with death grim #casper x f!mc

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rosiebyrnjun · 2 months

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letters and white roses - 4. Surprise entrance

9/25/23 (Day Two)

Jinri sat quietly in her seat doodling on her notebook while waiting for the lesson to begin. Her best friend sitting beside her, engrossed in something that played on her phone.

Just then the door to the classroom opened and in walked Dean Jang along with a tall and really gorgeous guy, which for some odd reason she feels has seen before, but can’t quite remember where.

Dean Jang then cleared her throat before speaking, "Everyone, please listen up"

Jinri put her pen down and looked up to see what Dean Jang had to say. "Alright now that I have all of your attention, I want to introduce you all to Park Jisung, he will be attending Decelis Academy from now onward, please make sure you all make him feel welcome.”

Jinri watched as Dean Jang talked to Jisung quietly before signaling him towards where she and Wonyoung are. She also watched as he nervously looked around while walking, and then their eyes met. And Jinri knew who he was.

She quickly turned away and looked at Wonyoung who was still looking down at her phone typing a text to who seemed to be Sunghoon. “Wonyoung!” She softly called for her friends name.

Wonyoung looked up in confusion and looked at her friend in the eye. “Yeah?” Wonyoung replied quietly.

Jinri signaled with her eyes for her to look forward at the guy that was sitting down in front of them. Wonyoung tilted her head to the side, and then looked back at Jinri.

“Isn’t he… you know, park boy?” Wonyoung asked as quietly as she could.

Jinri nodded, glancing back at the boy sitting in front of them. And that’s when she noticed his hair, it was a beautiful navy blue color. And it suited him really well.

And then they heard Heeseung, talking to Jisung. And at the sound of Jisung’s voice, Jinri’s mouth dropped. His voice was just a pretty as him, a deep, but soothing and soft voice. A voice so pretty, so pretty that it sounded melodic.

“His voice is so… so, so pretty, how can one be so perfect,” Jinri whispered to Wonyoung in disbelief.

Wonyoung giggled softly at her friends antics. And then leaned forward to tap on Heeseung’s shoulder. “Introduce us your new friend,” Wonyoung smirked as she nudged Jinri’s shoulder.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow in confusion as to why Wonyoung was requesting that. But regardless, Heeseung still told Jisung to meet his two friends.

When Jisung turned around, Jinri’s eyes went wide for a split second and then looked away in nervousness.

𐬹 ۫ ۪ ° ও 🫧 !!

Jisung watched as her eyes went wide for a second and then as she looked away as if trying to avoid him. And at the action, his face fell a little, but regardless he smiled at the other girl.

“Jisung, this is Wonyoung and Jinri,” Heeseung introduced both girls and signaled to who’s who.

Wonyoung being the only one engaging in conversation said, “Sorry about Jinri, she’s a little shy”

Wonyoung then tapped Jinri’s shoulder and she looked up from the book she was doodling on. “Don’t be rude, say hi,” Wonyoung said and pointed at Jisung.

But before she could say ‘hi’ they were interrupted by the teacher, “Quiet down back there, we’re starting the lesson, Heeseung could you please show Jisung where we are in the text book?”

And both boys turned around to begin the lesson. They began the lesson and not even ten minutes in, Heeseung’s phone was going off nonstop.

And Jisung being the curios person he was he peaked when Heeseung looked down at his phone. And in the texts he saw a picture of Jinri, along with a heart. And his heart sank.

And then Heeseung turned around to look behind Jisung, where Jinri was sitting. And he was also able to see him smirk at her, and that made his stomach churn and twist.

He really has no chance. And it seems like she doesn’t like him.

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authors note — New part y’all!! Anyway next part is something I’ve been looking forward to writing ever since the beginning. So I will maybe have it out before Saturday, or on Saturday😋

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#nct dream #nct #nct 127 #le sserafim #enhypen #ive #park jisung #jisung x reader #chaewon #mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #yunjin #wonyoung #kpop

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ljblueteak · 2 years

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Steve Race, narrator of Our World/BBC employee on working with the Beatles for the Our World broadcast:

“I greeted George Martin and was introduced by him to the four most famous people on earth.

John Lennon, slightly stocky in build, was preoccupied writing out words on a large scrap pad. Paul McCartney, alert and slightly cocky, was gently needling George Martin, who in his turn was sitting at the piano keyboard sketching out string parts for the forthcoming band rehearsal. George Harrison, dark and withdrawn, was fingering chords and doodling melodic figures on his guitar. Ringo Starr was sitting on a chair at the far side of the studio, seemingly happy in a drummer’s world of his own....

Paul seemed to be the accepted leader. He and George Martin were discussing the instrumental side of ‘All You Need is Love’ and had already decided on the Marseillaise introduction (though for what reason I never discovered). Paul was suggesting bits of music for a final fade-out sequence based on the successful Sgt. Pepper model. ‘Perhaps a touch of Bach? How about Greensleeves? And what’s that big band number that goes Da-deda-dah-dah...?’ ‘That number’ turned out to be that standard intro to In the Mood, though I guessed there might be trouble later over the use of a composition that was still in copyright. After one of McCartney’s suggestions George Martin said quite sharply ‘Don’t be silly, Paul.’ Paul took the put-down without a murmur.

The following day...As the four Beatles arrived, Paul put his head round my door. ‘Hello again’ he said, ‘how are you,’ adding rather incongruously ‘Lady Barnett--two marks.’ It was a reference to the radio panel game ‘Many A Slip,’ for which at the time I was the co-question master with Roy Plumley. It surprised me that Paul should even be aware of Radio 4, until I reflected that The Beatles’ lives were so restricted that they probably spent hours shut in hotels and dressing rooms with nothing to do but listen to the radio....

Every now and then I wandered out into the main studio for a brief chat with Paul or John--less with George who seemed somehow detached in a mini-world of his own. Again Ringo sat alone at the back, isolated but happy. ‘Boring, isn’t it?’ I remarked to George. He smiled and nodded in agreement--life for a Beatle wasn’t always exciting....

The four Beatles had been assembled on a sort of fountain in the middle of the studio...I had a few words with each of them in turn. What was the song called? Whose idea had it been? (’His,’ they said, pointing to each other). And then I put the question to John that was intriguing me. Ninety-five percent of all popular music is in 4-time, but there was more than a hint of unfamiliar 7-time in ‘All You Need is Love.’ ‘Did you know your song was in 7-time?’ I asked. I still remember the cool, serious look he gave me as he replied ‘Yes, I know.’ Then he indicated Paul, adding ‘--but blame him.’ Paul himself, alert as ever, noticed how, against my own instincts, I was trying to inject some breezy gaiety into the proceedings. He spoke encouragingly in my ear. ‘Yock it up, Steve!’ he said. He knew it was my preference to be in the narrator’s box doing a technical job, rather than ‘yocking it up.’ I duly yocked.

On Sunday June 25th the hard day’s night began at 2 p.m and was officially scheduled to end at 10 p.m....I dashed home to collect my daughter Nicola (I had named a composition of mine after her, and she and I had both been pleased when it won the Instrumental of the Year Ivor Novello Award). We were even more pleased when Paul looked in at the door of the narrator’s booth to say hello. ‘Paul,’ I said, ‘this is my daughter Nicola.’ ‘Ah yes!’ he replied. ‘La-LA-la la la la-la la...’ humming the first few bars of my tune...

When the live ‘Our World’ transmission had been completed...I went to say goodbye to each of The Beatles in turn and asked them to sign the front page of my TV script as a souvenir of such a memorable occasion. Paul, jokey to the last and wrily amused that I was the one with the shortened name while his was unshortenable, wrote ‘To Stevie--Paul James McCartney.’ He was the only person who ever called me that. ‘Thank you, James’ I replied. I also went to say goodbye to Brian Epstein, who was enjoying himself wielding an enormous sword--or was it a sabre?--that he had brought along as his contribution to the fun. I never saw him again; he died two months later following a drug overdose.

On the way home in the car I noticed that my daughter was unusually silent. I think she was quietly fancying Paul McCartney. (I suspect she still does.). As for me, I was singing over and over again ‘Love is all you need...Love is all you need...Love is all you need..’”

From: All You Need is Love: The Beatles Dress Rehearsal

#The Beatles #George Martin #Brian Epstein #this is so interesting!#Paul ‘gently needling’ GM and then not minding later when GM is sharp with him re: one of his suggestions!#Steve observing that George seems to be withdrawn but then realizing he’s bored and kind of bonding over that!#Paul showing he’s familiar with a lot of Steve’s work!#Brian and a sword (or sabre!)

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gaoau · 4 months

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Hatred Spell

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The main reason Osamu was able to hide his secret crush for so painfully long was the fact that not even he knew whose name he was meant to be doodling on his notebooks. He fell in love with a voice, with keys on a piano, resin on a bow, reverberations in the air. He'd only heard sounds mixing together harmoniously, but never seen a face to attribute such perfection to. Days and weeks and months spent sitting outside those closed doors, his ears soaking in every single melody shot into the sky and his heart fluttering with every note. Eyes closed, breath even, his fingers tapping along with the beat as if he were dueting with his love inside the classroom.

And on his face, on his lips, the corners twitched slightly upwards into a lovesick smile. Infatuation, love, adoration, fancy—all Osamu knew was that he found peace and comfort in the music only he could listen to.

This new secret crush brought a change to his mood and personality altogether. Although his twin would always manage to piss him off by doing the smallest of things, his wrath was always cut short when thinking he'd be late to hear the love of his life play her instruments and enchant him with her voice. One punch was enough to get his message across, and soon he was bolting down the hallway towards the stairs. His friends and teammates shared brows raised in confusion, but nobody cared to pry.

When he made it to the abandoned classroom, a piercing silence greeted him. No humming, no singing, no notes, no music. A frown wrinkled his forehead as he cautiously stepped closer to the door, rapping a single knuckle against it. No response. Hesitation made him nibble the inside of his mouth, curiosity drew his fingers towards the handle before he could realize it.

The door was open, yet the room was empty.

A part of him had admittedly been too hopeful, and those hopes plummeted at record speed to shatter on the ground into a billion pieces of disappointment. Osamu huffed out of his nose while sliding the door closed again. His mind argued with itself in an inner debate; stay and wait to see the girl he had helplessly fallen in love with, or leave for her to keep her peace of mind and continue playing to her heart's content. The latter seemed more rational, but his desperation begged to choose the former one.

He failed to choose in time as footsteps approached. A hole opened up in his stomach and his heartbeat picked up—he could almost hear it thumping against his ribcage to the beat of the first song he ever heard from his crush. He craned his neck practically in slow-motion, his eyes zeroing on the scowl of the girl that stood five meters away from him in the same hallway. Narrowed gaze, furrowed brows, downturned lips. Was this the girl he silently worshipped like a goddess?

She clicked her tongue at him. She clicked her tongue at him? Her shoulder brushed—knocked—against him as she marched past him and into the clubroom. Osamu blinked bemused, the gears in his head struggling to process whether this frowning chick who shoved him out of the way was the same delicate voice he heard accompanying melodic tunes every day. He breathed a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding when she stomped out of the room just as soon as she entered, a baton gripped tightly between her fingers. Her heels seemed to dig mercilessly into the floors while he watched her storm down the hallway.

He glanced between the doors and the retreating girl, her shoulders squared with pride. Although he waited, the voice he'd grown to love didn't show up for the rest of the day.

"See what I tell ya?" Osamu cackles into [Name]'s hair, keeping her firmly against his body. "That was pure hatred back then."

[Name] can only roll her eyes as a chuckle of her own falls from her lips. She defends her case with the same words every time, "It wasn't. You were just kinda standing there and I wanted peace."

"Hatred, I tell ya."

"Oh, shut up. Keep going." Between giggles and another sip of wine, she digs her elbow into her husband's gut. Osamu steals a fleeting kiss before proceeding. It tastes bitter—whether it's the alcohol or [Name], he couldn't care less.

During Nationals of his first year, Osamu noticed a slight change in Inarizaki's cheering squad. He wasn't one to care much about the ginormous orchestra and their top-tier playing, but when he glanced up while warming up his muscles, he caught sight of a back he was familiar with. The hair length and color, the baton grasped tightly between her fingers, the proud shoulders and straight spine. He raised a brow at the spontaneous switch in directors from game to game. With a nonchalant shrug, it quickly vanished from his mind.

The music was the same to him; trumpets, trombones, drums, so on and so forth. The pacing, the beat, the cues. If any of them had been any different, he was never able to tell. One thing that was, indeed, noticeable, was the fact that this girl directing her band had never once attended an Inarizaki volleyball match.

Atsumu's turn to serve arrived early in the first set. The whistle blew, the band played its usual cheer, the crowd cried out its encouragement, and Atsumu took his time raising his palm in the air. When he whipped it down with his fist closed, a tsunami of silence swarmed into the gym, sewing lips and freezing muscles all across the spacious room. He tossed the ball into the air, leapt soon after behind it, and—

"Hah?"

—slammed it on the other end of the court with a twitching eye. Although the serve was in, Atsumu found no amusement in that pestering peep from a random scrub in the stands. It wasn't a holler; rather whispered stupefaction that screamed in his ears. He craned his neck backwards to shoot a deadly glare at the dimwit who dared interrupt his serve. He instantly locked eyes with the icy scowl of the band director. A stare-down—glare-down?—in the middle of the gym, in the middle of a match, where both parties refused to give up. They stood their ground without blinking, until Osamu smacked his brother upside the head and a band member tugged at the director's sleeve.

The match carried on smoothly with Inarizaki coming out on top, taking the first two sets with quite an arduous fight from the opposing team. As the players cooled down and changed out of their sweaty uniforms, a frantic, squeaky voice approached them. The closer it got, the louder it pierced into their exhausted ears, the clearer the panic sounded, and the easier it was to make out what it was calling.

"Stop! [Surname]-san! [Surname]-san, please, stop! [Surname]-san!"

Atsumu glanced up when a shadow loomed over him. He unconsciously scrunched up his face at the sight of the pestering band director that almost messed up his first serve of the match. Behind her, another student—owner of the shrill screeches—futilely attempted to keep their director from diving head-first into trouble. The fuming girl stared him down with furrowed brows and downturned lips.

The student trying to pacify her whined when she slapped their hand away. Her eyes locked with Atsumu's as she snarled, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Osamu whipped around in her direction at the sound of her voice. His heart rate picked up and rose through the roof in a split second. It was much harsher and held a venomous edge as she cursed at his brother, but he could recognize the distinctive tune he'd fallen in love with anywhere.

Squared shoulders, straight spine, permanent scowl, hair length and color. [Surname], as the student had called her. [Surname] was the girl he unknowingly had a massive crush on. Although her temper put him off, his chest lightened now that he knew whose name he was meant to write alongside his under an umbrella.

He stared with awestruck eyes while she balled her fists beside her, glaring right into Atsumu as if she were ready to beat him into pulp. Not that she possibly could, but she would have given it a shot if it came down to it. Atsumu only raised a curious brow, a taunting smirk dancing on his lips. [Surname] clicked her tongue. "Where the actual fuck did you get all that audacity from? We don't do charity work, y'know? I don't have time for you to shut off my entire band just 'cause you have a ball to hit."

Atsumu chuckled. He rose from his seat as he narrowed his eyes at her. "You're at a volleyball game, darling, respect the players yer cheerin' for. I don't want yer loud-ass, out of tune squeaks ya call music disturbin' my rhythm." His head tilted back slightly to emphasize, to make it as clear as possible that he was looking down on her. She picked a fight with the wrong person.

But so did he. "Rhythm's something a professional would have. All you have is a swelling ego. If you can't hit a ball with a lil' bit of outside noise, then you ain't as good as you think you are." If he had a retort, she didn't allow him time to spit it out. Osamu choked on his own laughter as he witnessed their petty argument. She spun around in an instant to find their captain, leaving Atsumu in the dust of her temper.

"Don't mind," Suna snickered as he saved the video on his phone.

Osamu made a mental note to ask for that recording later, but as the love of his life carried on scolding and growling at people, he only had attention for her. "Excuse me, senpai," she called to the captain. "I refuse to lend ya my band to do with it as your teammates please. You take volleyball seriously, I take music seriously. We could be cheering for the basketball team or even practicing for our own competitions. All I ask is respect." She whipped around back to Atsumu to find his eyes. "Fuck you. See how ya like your next match without cheering. That's a threat."

"[Surname]-san!" the band kid cried out in distress. She wasn't even the official band director to go around making hasty calls. "We can't do that, [Surname]-san!"

"I'll find a way."

The student bowed frantically towards Atsumu and his captain, sputtering apologies on behalf of [Surname] for her profanities and threats. They grabbed a hold of her wrist with as much strength as they could muster to forcefully tear her away from the battlefield she had created. She slapped their hand away from her again, turning her back on the volleyball team to storm down the hallway back to her band. Osamu smiled to himself as he gazed at her retreating somewhat victorious. One glance at his mute brother confirmed he was pleased to have fallen in love with [Surname].

#Wicked Witch #Haikyuu #Miya Osamu #Miya Osamu x Reader #Osamu x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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memphis-menace · 2 years

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Siren!Elvis Headcanons

Disclaimer: Okay so just because I drew him, doesn’t mean my headcanons are the be all end all, okay? If you write about him, feel free to make up your own stuff about him, use this stuff about him, whatever you want! That’s the beauty of fandom! This is just how I personally think of the lad when I doodle him.

Disclaimer #2: There will be mentions of animal traits and geographical/topographical shit. I do not claim to actually know anything or claim it as fact. I am making this up, not aiming for accuracy. He’s a sexy water monster, I don’t think “accuracy” applies here.

Once again, @venus-haze has some AMAZING work out regarding her interpretation of him, and hopefully there’s more coming and I can’t wait to eat it up!

Alright, onto my version.

Okay so right off the bat, my version of Siren!Elvis ain’t exactly a fish. That interview that mentioned crocodile eyes took hold of my soul so. The boy is gator based. 🐊

Lives in a swampy/marshy river type area. Look I don’t know terminology I just know what I live by.

Originally, he sang more traditional siren-y songs; mostly just very melodic, wordless tunes. But as people started building residences and moving near his territory, he heard their music - blues, country, rock n’ roll - and decided he really liked it, so his siren song adapted accordingly.

So, being more reptilian than fishy, he doesn’t have a tail. He has semi-webbed clawed hands and feet, and a gator tail to help propel him through the water. He has scales covering his skin in certain places, mostly his back and arms? I’ll try and draw a reference for what I envision one day I’m not good with description there’s a reason I doodle instead of write fanfic 😭

Now yes, he does eat people. Come on, that’s like. The whole “siren” shtick. HOWEVER, if you should catch his eye as something other than food… 👀

Under no uncertain terms, this fella is a YANDERE. Once he’s set his sights on you, it’s over. You’re his. Prepare to be sung into submission, so to speak.

That being said, he knows that realistically he can’t keep you in the swamp indefinitely - humans are not made for mostly aquatic living. So you can stay at your house, but you better visit him every day or there WILL be a tantrum and his tantrums get bloody

Also his eyes do that reflecty/glowy thing, so if he finds out where you live and you wake up in the middle of the night to see glowing blue eyes by your bed looking at you, don’t worry it’s just Elvis, checking on you.

He may try and eat your pets but if you really reiterate to him that you don’t want him to do that he’ll concede and leave them alone.

However, don’t tell him of anyone you’re getting close to that he may consider a rival. The next day you’ll hear about a nasty, mangled, half-eaten corpse found floating down the river 😬

On the flip side, probably don’t tell him about people who are upsetting you. Unless you’re cool with a pile of bones being left on your porch. Cause like, you know how cats bring you dead animals as a gift? Yeah Elvis will do that. And will get extremely huffy if you throw them away or get rid of them; they were a gift! So what if it’s a liability and if someone finds out you could get arrested on suspicion of murder? He’ll eat the cops, don’t worry!

Fair warning, he will eat you if you try to break up with him or cheat on him. So if you’re starting a relationship with him, it’s gonna be your last one. One way or another. So proceed with caution.

He can also do that scary ass hiss/growl that gators do. Because it’s cool and I say so.

Now if you wanna hear him damn near purr, gently scratch the scales along his spine when you cuddle him. He’ll practically melt.

Now, mans got some sharp teefs. And unfortunately, biting is a love language for him. He’s not being mean or trying to hurt you, he just has to mark you up so people know you’re taken 🙂

Now when it comes to sexy time, you deadass may want to get him a muzzle because hoo lord you may end up in a hospital. He can’t always control his chompers when his hormones get high. He’ll feel bad afterwards and try to help you with the bleeding 🥺

Like most gators, Elvis will eat anything, especially if it’s something you made. Because he can’t fathom that you would take time out of your day to cook something to and bring it to him, when he’s perfectly fine eating raw meat. So it’s super special to him when you bring him food you made. It could be a deep fried boot and he’d eat it happily as long as you made it for him.

Eventually he learns (via siren magic because again, this is fantasy and I can do what I want) how to mask his reptilian features and look human, so he can spend even more time with you! Ain’t that great? :) He’s watched the humans around him for quite a while, so he knows how to behave like one when he needs to. You just need to buy him some clothes.

This will be updated, but this is what I got for now. He’s basically a big ol puppy with some less than safe eating habits and a unique way of lovin’

He is a g8er boi he said see you l8er boi

#elvis #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #siren!elvis #menace babbles #this is my boy and I love him so much #I hope y’all like him too #yandere elvis #Yandere elvis x reader

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