#ooc: i hope this is ok

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @lowestlayers )

When the brush stopped and silence fell, Joker's tongue swiped out at the corners of his lips, where his scars started before it darted out to dampen his bottom lip. His eyes never left the figure behind the canvas and he didn't even try to hide it. He didn't try to hide the stare nor the way he hadn't blinked since he asked, as if to give the artist the opportunity to look, to search the darkness for something. Humanity, maybe? Some light at the bottom of the neverending pits that were his eyes? He was sure there'd be something; the dark always seemed to hold all sorts of shapes, after all. The artist didn't look, though. A pity.

Joker leaned forward, still not blinking, like he was itching to get through the glass. He was; he wanted to stalk around his prey and look at the painting over his shoulder, lingering for a moment too long and lurking too close for comfort. The fact that he couldn't do that, couldn't unsettle with movements and had to fully rely on long distance methods, was another pity.

The muttering wasn't clear, but he understood enough. Enough for his mouth to split into that dreadful grin, that horrific expression that warped his scars and could never quite reach his eyes. They truly were voids, sucking in whatever light they could only to extinguish it, swallowing it into the depths and drowning it, leaving it to rot. This applied to the twisted glee, too; his grin may have existed, may have been stretching across his face, but his eyes were empty, hollow, like this was as much of a show as anything else he did.

He did like to perform, and he had a captive audience!

The eventual answer was what dragged a giggle up from somewhere deep in his lungs, like it'd clawed its way out through nothing but determination. It matched the dead glee perfectly and showed something pleasant; he liked this answer. He liked the honesty.

"You shouldn't hide your true feelings," was all Joker said in response, his grin never fading. "That's what they teach you in therapy." Did his 'treatment'--though he wasn't fully sure what they were treating--count as therapy? He was going to use the word regardless. "You have to feel things." As if to punctuate this, his tongue darted out to wet the corners of his lips again before he sucked his bottom lip in to dampen that again, too.

That grin only disappeared when the painting was turned to him. It petered out like a dying flame, killed by the act that he was putting on. He liked to perform, and he was just a curious old soul; would the finished product be different another time, if he told enough stories and seemed sympathetic, if reached for the furthest splinters of empathy that he could grab with both hands? For now, it was well done, but normal. He was expecting some kind of illustration befitting of untold horrors and the nightmares that caused them. He didn't think of himself as a nightmare, but he knew other people did.

To keep the act up, he gave a small, simple, casual little 'hm' of thought. He was silently impressed, but that didn't match the character he was going for. Instead, he drew his eyebrows together and up in fake concern as he wondered if making himself seem more human could get more life in those eyes or hidden sadness in that smile. He had nothing better to do than try.

"Do I smile like that?" he asked, as if being shown the canvas was a lightning bolt to his confidence, destroying it in an instant and wounding him intensely with very little effort. "Is it the scars?" His tone had turned almost mournful now, his mouth turning down just a little bit, just enough, as his tongue darted out again, just like the last two times. "She didn't like them either..." This was quieter and broken.

He did like to perform.

#ic #castlesburn : joker #lowestlayers #verse : i always liked to play with fire #ooc: i hope this is ok #ooc: 'editing' meant 'i need to completely rewrite it' lmao #put it in the queue

[chilschuck]

beach day headcanons please (any characters you’d like)!!! we were deprived of the typical anime fanservice imo

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ohhhhhh my gosh anon i was literally SO SO HAPPY to get this ask!!! decided to stick with the usual charas you guys enjoy, plus some falin!!! hope this turned out okay and thank you so much for having me write it for you!!! <333

— DUNMESHI BEACH DAY HCS.

꒰ charas: ꒱ laios, chilchuck, falin, & mickbell.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + fluff with gn!reader.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.4k

✦ hope this turned out okay!! it was such a cute idea and so much fun that if anyone has requests for more charas, i’d be more than happy to do it!! <33

— LAIOS:

✦ We know that he doesn’t do well in hot weather, so you can imagine he’d be sporting only swimsuit trunks and flip flops for sure.

✦ Definitely enjoys being in the ocean, especially to try and cool off. You can imagine he’d be really interested in knowing more about what’s in the water around him, and probably points things out to you that he finds interesting.

✦ Be prepared for him to burn really fast, so make sure he gets plenty of sunscreen!! It’s always cute to see him walk up to you and ask for help, in which you gladly oblige. You help get those spots he can’t reach, and he does appreciate just how thorough you are.

✦ You’ll probably end up splashing him, which he’ll return in kind. Be careful what you start, because you’ll end up drenched by the end of it!

✦ A picnic on the beach with him is definitely something that happens while you’re there. Laios is so excited to share a meal with you in such a beautiful setting, and finds himself giving you that goofy grin at just how happy he is. He makes sure to pull all the stops to make this enjoyable for you, even preparing your favorite snacks.

✦ Definitely goes home with a few shells or shark teeth, if he found any. Laios thinks they’re too cool not to pick up and examine, running over to you and showing you what he found in the sand.

“You won’t believe what I found!” Laios calls out to you, jogging over to where you sat on your towel. His hands cradled something, and as he stretched his arms out to show you, a smile grew on your lips.

In his hands was an almost perfect conch shell, something he held with pride and excitement. His smile matching yours, he said your name softly. “Do you think if you put it up to your ear, you’d hear the ocean like those stories?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not able to hold back the giggle at his glee. “Only one way to find out, right? Just make sure there’s nothing still living in it.”

Laios still keeps that shell in a safe place, wanting to remember the day you spent together.

— CHILCHUCK:

✦ This man is definitely showing up in a Hawaiian dad shirt and cargo shorts. The first few buttons are undone, and he has a pair of sandals on that he insists he only saves for days like this.

✦ Chilchuck plans on staying at the spot you claimed with towels and an umbrella, a drink in hand. He’s definitely enjoying the sight of you in a swimsuit and the breeze ruffling your hair, but he’d never admit that.

✦ You try to pull him towards the water, but you only manage to get his feet wet. Chil tells you this is as far as he’ll go, but that disappointed pout on your face makes his heart race a bit. Ok, fine… Maybe he’ll go up to his knees for you…

✦ Probably spends most of his time drinking and relaxing, a hand behind his head and alcohol in the other. Very dad-like of him, you muse, which causes his face to heat up and grumbles to leave him.

✦ Ends up falling asleep, the sound of the waves and the secluded shade from the sun causing his eyes to flutter shut. You can’t help but laugh a little, returning from your time in the water to study his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful like this, and you don’t have the heart to wake him up…

✦ If you do somehow manage to get him fully in the water, be prepared for him to get targeted by the tide. Maybe you even suggest getting him a float, which he gives you that blank stare in reply.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” You say as he finds himself in the middle of a tube float, eyes narrowed towards you.

“This makes me feel like a kid.” Chilchuck complains, yet you see him grip onto it tighter as an incoming wave makes an appearance.

You pull it over to you, the inflatable bumping into your stomach as you give him that teasing grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me while we’re out here, huh?”

The half-foot groans, debating on whether or not he’d make it if he tried to swim back to shore right now.

— FALIN:

✦ Wears a light t-shirt and shorts, opting to be comfy! She also has a hat she wears to help keep the sun out of her eyes. If she did plan on swimming, I like to imagine she’d have a swim shirt and a one piece swimsuit!

✦ Like her brother, she was excited to see all the shells and creatures at the beach, bringing you things she found fascinating. You might even find her entranced with a sand dollar and stating how pretty it is.

✦ Walks into the water hand in hand with you, but also really enjoys walking along the sand near the shore. As the sun sets, she intertwines her fingers with yours, leading you along and watching the pinks and blues in the sky reflect on the waves.

✦ Also definitely goes on a picnic with you, the beach making her cheeks even more rosy than usual. You can’t help but tell her how cute she looks in her outfit, her hair loosely blowing in the breeze. Falin would give you a sweet smile, the same one you fell in love with.

✦ Don’t be surprised if she leads you back to the water after you make sure she’s not getting burnt, insisting that she wants to enjoy how cool the waves feel. You’re more than happy to walk out a little deeper with her, noticing how she still keeps your hand in her own.

“It’s so nice out here…” You heard her mutter, a content smile dimpling her cheeks. The sunset left a sweet gradient in her hair, something that made you unable to look away.

“It really is. Too bad it’s getting dark,” you reply, a little disappointed that the day is already over. Falin squeezed your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Maybe we should stay and watch the stars come out.” Her voice was so gentle, causing you to give her a grin of your own.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

— MICKBELL:

✦ Like the official art we have of him swimming with Kuro, he’s definitely sporting a pair of swim trunks and flip flops, with his hair in his signature ponytail.

✦ He and Kuro are so excited to swim, and drag you along to the water as soon as you get there. Of course, Mick is either clinging to you or to Kuro when in the waves, not seeking to really swim on his own.

✦ You definitely enjoy watching them swim and play around more than you’d like to admit, especially with Mick hiding his face and complaining when Kuro decides to shake all the water out of his coat.

✦ Mick really likes finding shells he thinks look neat, and showing them off to you and Kuro proudly. Maybe you even find yourself building a sand castle, with him and his buddy watching closely and moving to help you. He’s in charge of decorating it, while you’re in charge of building it! Kuro helps dig up some of the sand to use.

✦ The three of you end up getting a sweet treat, cooling off in the shade and enjoying the time spent together. Knowing Mickbell, he’s going to lay his head in your lap as he rests after so much activity, looking up at you with that cheeky grin he usually has.

“I could get used to this!” Mickbell sighs, nuzzling into your lap as he makes himself comfortable. Kuro is watching the waves, sitting beside you as the sun begins to fade from the horizon.

“I would’ve thought you’d be ready to go home a lot sooner.” You teased him, brushing his messy bangs out of his face. Scoffing, he made sure you saw as he rolled his eyes.

“If I didn’t have you and Kuro, maybe… But this is something we’ll have to do again. Right, Kuro?” The Kobold nodded, causing a warm grin to spread on your face. He was certainly right about that.

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿 #HOPING THIS IS OK ANON HHHHH #i’m hitting a creative roadblock with school #which is causing me to stress a bit #but i wanted to get this out for you guys!!! <333 #first time writing for falin so i hope it’s ok… #sorry if anyone’s ooc!! WAHHH #laios x reader #laios touden x reader #falin x reader #falin touden x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader #mickbell tomas x reader #mickbell x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader

[charmac]

DomBottom x SubTop

Yup, Mac actually fucks Dennis

#macdennis #sugar daddy au #pretend dennis isnt supposed to be like 22 in that scene #i didnt wanna use a photo of glenn ooc lol #mac baby... #enjoy guys pls enjoy i hope its good tell me im good #this one im nervous about for like quality idk #rahhhh ok whatever its published #let me go die now

[skyeslittlecorner]

Can I request a Raphael x angel MC please 🥺

The Gabriel x Michelle and Lucifer x Michael were so good 😭😭

I'm stuck with you and your scenarios now 😠

You're welcome, dear~! I see my total eclipse of the brain bring some good after all. I hope I will be able to fulfill this request. Rafael is on the verge of being a character I dare write for, but let's try.

It was all your fault, that you make Raphael feel so special, then forget about it, and after all, you died. Lowly, pathetic human being. How dare you? Do you think he will forgive you for this? Tsk. Not only stupid, but naive, too. You are lucky that you chose to be reincarnated in heaven. Maybe there's still a chance for your pitiful soul.

And *maybe* you will repent if stop teasing him and start to suck.

Even though you were below him, licking his piercing and letting him tug at your hair, you knew who was boss. Poor, unaware angel. Blessing? Being the chosen one? Good joke. Only few strokes and his tip was already covered with whitish ooze. You raised an eyebrow and snickered.

“And who is the pathetic one?” 

He grabbed your hair harder. 

“Shut... up. Do your work.”

“Truly pathetic…” Your tongue stroked his trembling manhood. “Swayed so easily.”

“Enough!” 

As you opened your lips once more, he thrusted deep inside your mouth. Smiled vindictively as you chocked. He wanted you to lose your breath, to finally be quiet, and obediently end the act of his ascension. As cruelly, as holy. New madness hitted his insides as you murmured with a trickle of saliva ran down your chin.

“Better…” Those full cheeks, clenched throat and murderous intent in your eyes make you both dirty and perfect. Perfect to be used. Clouded with pleasure, he thought that he found his new favorite toy.

All Raphael stans! Let me redirect you to @livelaughlovesubs and her wonderful fics - here you got first and second part. I assume you've already seen it, if not, check it out~ She can write and catch his personality way better than me

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb raphael #skye's little talk #IGNORE MY RAMBLING IN TAGS #i know it may be not as good as previous ones #especially since Raphael is the seraph I have the hardest time empathizing with #I hope I didn't make it sound too ooc well oops lmao #i feel i'm wayy better when i can write in third person with actual characters #because mc must be more ambiguous and I can't go all in with them like with two characters that have established story and personality #ok established is a big word for characters we don't know yet #but i can make headcanons based on common ground #and for mc we may have the default ra-on but lets be honest most of us makes mc totally different from what we know in-game #especially when it comes to personality and that's crucial in writing #or maybe it's because i'm way more used for style i use in a book than for fanwriting cuz i got way more expirience in the first one #ahemmm i got a little carried away

[bipbopdepmop]

short boatem summer fic

based on this post -> (link) by @applestruda

Picture this: 

It is the hottest day of the year. The sun beats down relentlessly upon any poor sap that gets caught out in it. The heat can only be described as ‘being hit in the face with a sack full of bricks that have somehow been set on fire.'

We see the Boatem crew going about various activities as the very same sun spills into an overly warm room onto well-worn floorboards. The room is small and neat. There is a crooked green carpet on the floor and pictures on the wall of five laughing people. It is a room that has seen lots of love. 

A fan whirs steadily in the background. Impulse turns the page of his book, letting out a long sigh. Mumbo waters his plants, mumbling to himself and occasionally making a noise that is either pleased or disgruntled as he inspects his plants. So far, he has said “Ah!” in a pleased way fourteen times and “oh!” in a displeased way twelve times. Scar began counting an indeterminate amount of time ago out of sheer boredom. He’s been sitting in front of the fan for what feels like forever. It’s only been five minutes. Jellie meows. Impulse turns another page. Time drips by like honey. Every heat-filled second seems to take an hour to pass. 

Footsteps. Enter Grian, bright wings flashing at the edge of Scar’s vision. He would look over, call out a greeting but that would mean exposing his face to the heat. Grian is not worth braving the heat, he decides.

“I am never going to move again,” Grian complains. “I am just going to lay here and melt.”

“That seems like a good plan,” Impulse agrees with a small chuckle from the only shady corner in the room. A foot prods Scar’s side. 

Poke. “Scar, move over.” Another, more insistent poke. 

He turns his head, just a little. The right side of his face is now uncomfortably warm, exposed to the Void-forsaken heat. Grian really does look terrible, hair plastered to his forehead, face red and sunburnt and ear-feathers limp. 

“I was here first!” Scar says, a bit indignant. First dibs, right? “Go get your own fan. There’s one somewhere around here.” He ducks a little, but not enough to avoid the wing that whacks him in the head.

“Ow!” he says halfheartedly, turning his head to face Impulse. Ah, sweet, sweet relief for the right side of his face, not so much for his left. “Impulse, Grian hit me!” 

“Grian did nothing of the sort,” Grian interjects, tone bright and innocent-sounding. Another wing whacks Scar again. “Scar’s the one hogging the fan.”

With a long suffering sigh, Impulse looks up from his book. The glare that Scar receives is just short of withering. Got it. Don’t interrupt Impulse. Scar yelps as he is rudely pushed over onto the floor and into the sun. The floor burns to the touch. His poor, poor, super muscle-y arms. Betrayal! Blood! Trauma! Death! He will never forgive Grian for this. He will pay. 

A thump. Grian’s sigh of sheer relief is almost pathetic. Sure enough, Grian’s face is now inches from the fan, eyes closed in pure joy. Scar groans dramatically. 

“Grian, how could you? My very own brother-in-arms!” 

Grian scoffs. “Like you wouldn’t do the same.”

“Me?” Scar gasps. “I would never.”

“Oh you absolutely would,” Mumbo says with a snort. 

“Fine, fine! I see how it is around here. No love for good ol’ Scar! C’mon Jellie, we can go join the Big Eyes Crew. I bet they have a fan. I bet their fan is bigger than ours. After all, Bdubs’ smile is the biggest there is. He’s probably got the biggest fan too.” Impulse snorts and turns the page. Grian’s wings rustle. Mumbo makes his fifteenth “Ah!” His plants must be doing well.

Scar sighs, pulling himself into an upright position and drapes himself over Grian’s shoulders. “See, this way we can share the fan!” 

“Scar,” Grian whines, dragging his name out exasperatedly. “You’re too warm! Go away.” 

“Come on Grian, you can say it,” he teases, smiling. “I’m too hot. I’m too hot for you.”

Scar grunts as Grian elbows him in the side, throwing him off his shoulders. Huffing, he leans against Grian’s back instead. If he can’t get the fan, a nice backrest will do. Even if that backrest has really, really pokey bony wings that dig into his back. Maybe he’ll take a nap and when he wakes up, it’ll all be over. He closes his eyes.

After what barely seems like ten minutes, he hears Pearl say “What’s all this? You guys look absolutely pathetic.” Cracking his eyes open a little and turning his head to face her, he sees her in all her moth-y glory, standing over them. She has a shopping bag in one hand. Slowly, she reaches in and pulls out-

A freezer pop.

Scar might cry. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. He might pick Pearl up and twirl her around in joy if it weren’t so dang-blasted hot.

---

#hermitcraft #boatem #grian #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft fic #mumbo jumbo #hope its ok #never written boatem before #anyways i saw the art and just had to write a little silly thing about it #hopefully its not too stiff or weird or ooc idk #just realised impulse does not. say anything #whoops #hope i tagged everything right #i. did not tag everything right #my writing

[mintypsii]

i wonder how zeff would've reacted to sanji's bounty poster changing to "only alive" and then later to sanji "vinsmoke" (well known former conquerors/royalty of the north blue)

whether sanji's told zeff about germa or not, zeff would be stressed OUT

#op #one piece #sanji #zeff #red leg zeff #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #SHUT UP yeah yeah i copy pasted this from my twt DIE #idk i like to assume sanji never told him #because he'd be scared that word would get out and he'd be sent back #or like #zeff would kick him out #EVEN WORSE: sanji paranoid that zeff would kick him out because he agrees with why judge didn't want him 😭😭 #like that's 100% ooc for zeff to do but sanji is an overthinking paranoid traumatized little guy #mind you this is the same guy who thought luffy+the strawhats would be better off without him despite everything #not /neg btw i understand sanji he's just like me fr #ok but IF sanji DID tell zeff about germa ZEFF WOULD BE SOOO WORRIED #LLIKE. WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH MY SON???? hoping sanji's still safe but knowing that SOMETHING to do with his family definitely happened #germa 66 #min watches one piece

[iicomet]

(In which he ponders over the final moments of his senior.)

(ooc? chungmyung and gn!reader - second pov, angst.)

    When did everything go so wrong?

  He knew that there would be losses in this fight— it was against the heavenly demon, after all. He was ready to watch his companions die before him, watch the way they take the last of their breaths and watch them lose their life fighting. He knew that that might be his own fate as well, but he knew he had to keep fighting.

  He just never expected your death to be one of the firsts.

  Your death was so stupid as well, to save someone else instead of your own life? Were you dumb? They could've saved themselves. He knew they were strong enough. You knew they were strong enough. You were strong enough to win.

  So why did you just go ahead and die? What made you give up on your own spirit and hesitate in a moment of war, even when you're the one who took this opponent for yourself? He couldn’t understand the train of your thoughts, and even after all those years spent trying, he never seemed to be able to.

  He wished he did, though.

  He watched the way your eyes widened briefly at the strike, your blood rushing out of your body with a splatter and draining your face of its color. The grip on your weapon loosened, but you still held onto it like it was your lifeline. You gritted your teeth, ignoring the way blood dripped down your own skin like it was sweat and rushed forward, swinging your weapon towards everyone but the person who struck you first. 

  It was a cinematic beauty. The dark skies and heavy atmosphere, your strong and undefeatable spirit, a light against dark situation. The way your eyes shone with so much determination, even if the same light was slowly disappearing with each passing moment. Your sword, once smooth and powerful, struck with force that seemed to be filled with pain and regret.

  He wonders, centuries later— was it your wounds that made you this way? Or was it the scars in your heart that had reopened the moment you saw your opponent, causing you to falter? 

  He sighs. He’ll never know.

  The words you mouthed to him at the last moment as well, the desperation and guilt over taking you as you still tried to reassure him in your final moments from afar. Stupid senior.

You’re the one hurt, not him.

You’re the one who’s surrounded with enemies, your strength depleting quickly, not him. 

  You’re the one dying, not him. 

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

 (He ignores the reminder of who he was truly describing at that moment.)

  Chung Myung blinks, his vision blurring despite the tears that welled up in his eyes. No, it’s just the rain. He doesn’t cry, he’s not weak enough to cry over matters like this. After all, he had just decapitated the heavenly demon, the one who took away his comrades, his Mount Hua, his senior.

  He huffed, the adrenaline rushing out of his system as the regret began to flood in. Ah, he really should’ve trained harder. He really should’ve listened. He wondered, what will become of Mount Hua after this? What will happen to everyone else? He worries, worries so much, but there wasn’t enough time to think.

  His eyes began to fail him, his body falling to the ground. It felt soft, despite the hardships the people below him had carried. At that moment, he thought he saw his senior, crawling over to him with tears in their eyes, weakly calling out to him. He thought he could feel their familiar warmth, hugging his slowly freezing body that was sticky with blood. 

  “Chung-myung…Don’t go, Chung Myung.”

  He hears, desperate and anguished. 

  He felt like laughing. Did his mind go crazy during the fight? His senses were all wrong now. How could he hear the voice of someone dead? They’re gone. Now, even his senior who always caught him in his mischief, couldn’t catch him anymore. He laughed—or rather, he tried— but failed, his voice stopping at his lungs that had begun to disappoint him as well.

  Maybe, just maybe—he’ll see his seniors in heaven.

  Even if he wouldn’t, he could always just fight gods to make sure he could meet them again.

  Unfortunately, it was just a hopeless wish. How foolish of him, to even think it would come true. Perhaps this is karma for being the way he was when they were all still here.

  (But, at least he’ll see them again soon.)

#return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #rotbb #x reader #cheong myeong #chung myung #cheongmyeong #chung myung x reader #chungmyung #return of the mount hua sect x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #angst #rotbb angst #wdym i disappeared no i didnt #anyways hope it doesnt suck i still havent read the novel AHAHAAH ooc chungmyung perhaps?? i tried #i am not ok what took over me to write this #stopped writing this for a couple weeks before i came back to finish this lol #watch me write and disappear again #gn reader #rotmhs x reader #rotbb x reader #rotmhs #yes platonic intended here again but can be intepreted as romantic??? #theres a callback to my first cm fic too haha (i was planning this fic the moment i wrote that fic line)

[wulvercazz]

*Thinks about Ichigo, cold days have started, it’s his day off and he’s living his best fckn life— napping til late on a bed with a thousand covers and a bunch of super soft pillows*

*Thinks of Grimmjow coming in to be an annoying lil streetcat that yowls for attention, leaning in all close, all- ‘kurosaki- oi, kurosaki- wake up, kurosaki- fight me, kurosaki—‘ and Ichigo’s too comfortable to do more than crack open an annoyed eye and stare at the little brows set in determination, Grimm’s eyes like a cat with a string.*

*Thinks of Ichigo,,, finding that annoyingly adorable. Peeling off his covers (and trying not to shiver at the onslaught of chill air) and pulling Grimmjow in suddenly. Wrapping an arm and a leg around all the flailing wet-cat-like limbs, and doing his mightiest to purr with his hollow throat. Like Shinji taught him (even though he didn’t want to learn at all, at the time).*

*Thinks of Ichigo meeting Grimmjow’s wide eyes with lazily parted warm browns, and smiling in amusement, when the arrancar stops fighting it and his eyes start squinting like a cuddly cat’s. Only to eventually squeeze them shut and curl his head into the pillow and stretch all over, before he goes lax in Ichigo’s hold.*

*Thinks of the duet of purrs filling the room, of Grimmjow’s head so burrowed in the sheets barely his mop of blue hair can be seen, and Ichigo’s chin resting atop. Rubbing it and his jaw all over Grimm without truly understanding why, because it feels right.*

*Thinks of Yuzu and Karin barging in suddenly, talking about going out somewhere, only for them to stop suddenly when Karin sees Grimmjow and points and gestures to Yuzu who squints as hard as she can for the semi-transparent blob sleeping next to her brother to take some shape. Both smiling conspiringly at each other, and giggling to themselves as they trot back out and close the door behind them, making sure Isshin knows Ichigo’s otherwise ‘unavailable’.*

*Thinks of Ichigo waking an hour or two later, to Grimmjow’s arms wrapped around his ribs and his legs around his hips like a little monkey; flushed from the comfortable heat and hair fluffy and disheveled. Of Ichigo planting a kiss on his forehead before he can talk himself out of it and almost waking Grimm with how hard and fast his heart starts to beat.*

#Wulver writes #absolute fluff #Grimmjow is a cuddly cat #no I don’t care if it’s ‘ooc’ and no I don’r take critizism #hollows purr and scent each other ok? ok uwu #they’re adorable idiots your honor #also Grimmjow’s definitely going to take the nesting as somerhing deepee than just sleeping and oh #Ichigo’s gonna have to come to terms with his feeling faST #also I hope this format of ‘thinks of-‘ wasn’t too annyoing adgssgs it was going to be a short thing so…I just went w it #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #ichigrimm #一グリ

[nuks]

gooooood morning!

#I feel very disoriented today but that’s ok #dissociative afffffff #butt #I’m gonna try to knock out some starters / replies #ooc. #I hope ur all having a good day!

[ghostsandmirrors]

Thoughts: When within a mile of your Soul Mate you start hearing their thoughts. (From Steve)

He'd been walking home after work in the chilled winds, head down and hands in his pockets, and now he was hurriedly moving through Brooklyn in an attempt at finding the stupid idiot called Steve Rogers. Things had been fine until the thoughts kicked in. He'd hoped thinking 'don't fuckin' do it' would have stopped Steve doing anything, but he had a distinct feeling that it hadn't. It never had in the past, so he wouldn't have been surprised, but that didn't stop him wishing and hoping even if it'd likely never happen.

In truth, he almost marched right past when he did finally find Steve. It took him a moment to pause and turn around.

"Again, Steven?" he asked hotly, admittedly a little too irritated by it and he knew it wasn't all him; that wasn't how this all worked. "Did you even hesitate gettin' your ass kicked? Or just run in like it was nothin'?" Maybe Bucky was determined to not give Steve peace for as long as he didn't get any. Maybe. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he knew that was what he was doing. Intentionally or not, he wasn't sure.

#ic #ask #ic!answer #heroesfromtheashes #afallencommando : bucky barnes #verse : i see myself in that other half #ooc: this gets its own verse #ooc: i hope this is ok #ooc: i went with 1930s bcus i thought it could be fun #ooc: and not angsty #ooc: since bucky muse is 'no' to angst #ooc: bastard #put it in the queue #ooc: if you want this changing lemme know

[lultimagoccia]

( my thing with muses is i want to understand why they think and act like they do. what motivates them. what drives them. how do they justify their behaviors to themselves?

i want to understand, without excusing or justifying bad behavior, y'know? it's interesting to explore a real fucked worldview and how it might make sense, from their perspective. )

#;out for delivery [ ooc ] #( most of the muses on my pt multi are. assholes in canon #SO i just hope i do ok representing them as multilayered and complicated #without it seeming like i'm excusing them )

[cog-go-boom]

uh, who's your dad?

so yep that's the story here! guess my previous great explanation has confused some of you fellas out there so this should make it clear as day i hope. this stuff didn't happen over night, but i guess realizing we wouldn't exist if he didn't give brian a distraction that one time made allan think.... LOL imagine a world without me in it, i'd be sad too, dude!!!

#[[OOC:]] yes frost explaining the time period is not only to explain somewhat when this happen #but to explain me not wanting to re-draw this in a time-accurate outfit. they aren't the biggest fan of it anymore either #as always there's more but frost doesn't always say everything + explaining everything is too much info. hope y'all like! #[answered asks] #[img] #[frostbite] #[cathal] #[veep dad] #guz art #multislacker #sr vp #ttcc #[spamtoon] #[[OOC:]] part TWO ooc. i wanna say that one of the thought bubbles is #the siblings having a horror movie night. idk why but i decided to stylize it in pixel art. mostly because of how small the sketch and #everything was and i didn't wanna bother resizing or re-sketching it mostly to save time since i'm already notorious for #taking ages to do one of these. apologies but scarvi has a death grip on me and i have adhd even if i wanna be faster and work on this it #WILL NOT LET ME... #ok ok aint a frost post without me rambling BUT...! this is the end. goot BYE.

[showduo]

it's been a while 👋

ooc: hello, nope, this isn't a ghost ! i'm just simply back from the dead. i could go on a rant and explain why i've been out but it'll take forever, in any case - i'm back. i'm not sure who is around, if people still are active or remember me, and if those i've written with in the past are still around but i will make an effort to be more around now that everything is done with. i realllllyyyyy missed writing so, if you want a starter, kindly hit that ♡ button   take care everyone ! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

#vi comeback??? perhaps :>>> #i'll respond to the old threads it's ok if yall want to start over just lmk #i want to add more muses but i'll hold off until i know i can fully be active again huhuhuhuhuuhu #anyway how's everyone?? good i hope :( #miss being around here #what are my tags again fuuuu #vi : blurb. #ooc. #there we go!

[fortifice]

just a little heads up it may take me a bit to get back into writing and pls be patient with DMs I’m still getting rest from being away for a week and I’m quite susceptible to getting overwhelmed, immersed or distracted while new content is out ( sorry autism adhd brain go brrr ) I don’t mind spoilers but it’ll probably take me a few days to catch up.

#I already caught myself feeling a little bit overwhelmed today but #just be patient with me #my spoons are still pretty low and #bc I’m unsettled I didn’t sleep last night hoping tonight is easier but #with my disordered sleeping it can take time for my mind to be like ok meds say sleep let’s sleep #so yeah just be patient with me it’s no hard feelings to anyone it’s just #me doing my best #ooc.

[oocmadagascar]

#tw bugs #bugs tw #bug tw #tw bug #i'm not sure how else to tag this I hope that's ok #madagascar #all hail king julien #ahkj #madagascar movie #penguins of madagascar #tpom #king julien #dreamworks #dreamworks animation #animation #animated movie #ooc madagascar

[dawnedon]

hi! im not dead!! just a small update of sorts in case anyone has been wondering what ive been up to - house stuff. work. agony! there is a rope in my brain holding on by a .5mm thick thread ready to snap at any second since early february. i dont know or understand how ive functioned between working 45-50 hours each week (while doing 90% of the work at my job), going through the process of getting a house, and then working on said house over the weekends - my only real free time anymore :')

that being said, im tentatively trying to get my activity back up a little bit. not necessarily on this blog but on giratina's blog since the dash there is a little less busy and less stressful to jump back into!! also may will mark ten years of writing her so i want to dedicate some well deserved time to one of my very first muses i wrote on tumblr, and she's also just. a comfort muse for me in times of stress/anxiety?? i genuinely dont understand how ive been able to be under so much stress for the past couple of months so consistently. im so ready for this all to be over :')

and with all of THAT being said, i hope to be more active here too once im fully settled in my house!! we have to paint the kitchen still and my bf is gonna build our desks at some point, but the end is in sight.

thats about it!! i just wanted to try to keep people in the loop the best i can! hope to see all of you around more 💖

#👻 ooc. #i know gijinka blogs havent been popular since like. god. 2015??? but i just cant let go ok!!! #hope to see u guys there!! and if not that's also okay because i WILL be back here hopefully within the next couple of months!! i miss dawn