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ilycove · 7 months

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Everything in the kitchen was messier than anything you've ever seen before.

The counters were covered in something white and powdery, you couldn't tell what it was anymore. It was going to be hell to clean up. The only thing that was untouched by the tornado of flour and powdered sugar was Quest's glasses, sat delicately on top of the microwave.

You sighed and looked over to Quest, relishing in delight with a stupid smile in his pink frilly apron. "Dear?"

His grin grows from ear to ear, awaiting your next instruction like a dog.

Your smile matches his and you reach over to pour some more chocolate chips in your hand. "Could you please get me," you pause and look over to your recipe. "half a teaspoon of baking soda?"

"If you stop eating chocolate chips by the handful, then sure." You roll your eyes and continue to mix your wet ingredients together, occasionally flinging some of the mixture onto you and the counters. You pay little to no mind to it when Quest comes over with your dry ingredients, and you look up at him with a tight smile. He leans forward a bit to try and see what you were so focused on. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing. This is just a tablespoon. And also baking powder. But it's fine, what's the worst that can happen?"

Quest gives you a weird look and retracts his head a bit. "You can tell the difference between baking soda and baking powder?"

"You can't tell the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon?"

He throws his hand up like a sassy child and squints at you, something you do right back to him. "In my defense, I'm not wearing glasses."

"And what's in your defense for wearing a pink apron?"

He twirls around a bit and laughs as he picks up the frills and lifts it, bowing down a bit. "I'm a pretty princess. C'mon, I'm sure you'd agree."

You laugh and shake your head. "God, you're a dork." You go to scoop two cups of flour out of the bag when you feel him wrap his arms around you and begin kissing up, from your shoulder blades to your neck and coming around to your collarbones. You attempt to shrug him off but you're the man and he's the leech. "Hey, princess, not now. I'm doing super serious business."

You feel his kisses falter a bit as airy chuckle come out of him. He looks up at you for a brief moment before asking, "Making cookies is super serious business?"

"I don't think I stuttered."

Quest seems taken aback by your responses, but is still laughing up a storm as you try and hold your chuckles back too. "And what's gonna get that attitude out of you?"

You don't answer, instead you turn around and kiss him tenderly. Quest seemed very happy by this and grabbed the edge of the counter to stabilize himself, knocking downs cup or two before helping you on the counter without care. He kisses you again and runs his fingers through your hair, stopping when he hears a disgruntled whine from you. He pulls back and looks at you, examining all kinds of faux-disappointment on your face. "Are you okay?"

"No, yeah, I'm just," You cut yourself off and laugh a little bit, pulling him closer. "You just got flour in my hair."

He shrugs with a shit-eating grin and kisses the corners of your lips before actually kissing you, laughing against your lips. "It's fine, you always liked it a bit messy."

He laughs harder when you hit his shoulder and still lean into him for another kiss.

#(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) – writing !#quest x reader #quest imagines #quest scenarios #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #blooming panic x reader #bp quest #bp quest x reader #quest fanfic #bp fanfic #blooming panic fanfic #bp fluff #blooming panic fluff #quest fluff #(haha addie made a sex joke guys!!!!!!!! guys its funny bc im ace guys laugh)#(anyways ermmmm. this was written at 5 am pls tell me if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes)

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transldpdl · 22 days

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Is My Very Nature That of a Devil - LDPDL

#the face card never declines the thing is i rlly rlly love when we see a side shot of him and like eyes closed too like just gorgeouss omg #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #vampterview #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire #ldpdl #ldpdl.txt #amc iwtv #is my very nature that of a devil #for some reason i always think this ep is called is my very nature that of the devil #and alsoo #ep 2 i didnt realize it was after THE phantoms of your former self i thought it was just after phantoms of your former self #all this to say if u see me make a mistake pls tell me esp with the tags bc i wanna look back on it and find every post 🩵

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yullen · 6 months

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D.Gray-man c249 p1~18 TL

D.Gray-man 第249後: AWに別れを告げる Night 249: Saying Farewell to A.W.

束の間の団欒僅かな幸せを頬ばりながら While stuffing one’s cheeks with a brief moment of happiness together, gathered in a circle

p19~26

google doc | JP transcription | proofreading: @/kudouusagi ※there are likely inaccuracies, feel free to check back.

さて！ Now, then!

あの...... Allen: Um……

ずっと同じ服装だと危険だから着替えなさい It’s dangerous to keep the same attire, so please change.

逃亡もののジョーシキ! Common sense, for fugitives！

ここの物は自由に使っていいから Feel free to use these.

Link: 私は結構てす I'm good.

お金のニオイがする A: I smell money

これブランド品では．．．！？ A: These are brand-name...?!

うーんちょっと大きいな動きやすく手直しするね Johnny: Hm, a little big. I’ll adjust it for ease of movement.

いやこれブランド品．．． A: No but wait— these are brand-name...

科学班モード [ Science Department Mode ]

昨日からずっと気になってたんですが... この高級なお宅は元帥の一体どういう......? A: I’ve been wondering since yesterday, but... what is this posh place of yours, General......?

ついでに髪も切ろっか！座ってアレン J: While we’re at it, why don’t I give your hair a cut! Sit, Allen.

ああはい．． A: Ah, sure...

靴はこれでいいかな Wonder if these shoes will do.

ここは私のパトロンの別邸だから気にしないで This is a secondary residence of a patron’s, so don’t mind it.

え！？ Eh?!

元帥は画家としても有名なんだよいくつかこういう拠点を持ってる The General is also famous as a painter. He has a few of these places.

なるほど... 師匠の愛人と似たようなものか... I see... So it’s like with Master’s lovers, huh...

あの不良と一緒にしないでね Please don’t lump me in with that hoodlum.

すみませんっ！！！ [ アレン ] Pardon, my bad!!! [ Allen ]

パトロン...... あっ Patrons...... Ah,

クロスが一番信用してた人間に聞いてみるといい Try asking the person Cross trusted most.

オレの精神世界に在る屋敷あの場所を目指せとクロスに言われたんだろ？ The mansion in my inner world (lit. inner psychological world) Cross told you to head to that place, didn’t he?

はいカットできあがり～！ Cut complete~!

あのッここ電話機はあります？ Um, do you have a phone (I can use)?

ジリリリリンジリリリリン Riririririring Riririririring

なんだおまえか Oh hey, it’s you.

マザーーー！！ Mother———!!

「クロス元師が一番信用してた人間」かぁ．．． The person General Cross trusted most, huh…

ネアがわざわざウォーカーにメッセージしてきたのなら何か進展がありそうですね If Nea (went out of his way) to leave Walker this message, then there (should) likely be some progress from this.

……

心配 WORRY

でもさぁ��〜〜それってなんか罠っぽく思えちゃうのは感が過ぎないのかなぁ But you know~~~ It’s just that, it seems much too like a trap.

ネアと言う男はそういう小細工を嫌うタイプかと Link: Nea seems to be the type of man to dislike such cheap tricks. (this is the revised JP script, cr for JP script: @/ponkotsubluuues)

アレンの上着をつめてます Sewing Allen’s jacket (つめて is used for e.g. ‘taking in’ a shirt, but chose ‘adjust’ since it’s vaguer chose the more liberal option for more amusing tone)

私が思うにですがネアという男はちゃうのは考え過ぎなのかなぁ～～～～ This is (just) my opinion, but a man such as Nea might say, “I wonder if you aren’t overthinking it~~~~”

ホントぉ〜〜〜！？ Really~~~?!

どちらかといえば”手段を選んでいられない”というように思える．．． If anything, I think it’s more like he “isn’t at liberty to choose his methods”...

ネアにとってこの現状は計画通りにいっていないのかもな Perhaps things aren’t going as planned for Nea.

わざわざメッセージを寄越したんだ罠じゃなくても屋敷へ行ってもらいたい狙いがあんだろおそらくネアは聖戦の真実や自分のことをモヤシに知られることを怖れていない知って欲しいんだ He went out of his way to send this message, so even if it's not a trap, he (must have a reason) he wants him to go to that mansion. Nea likely isn’t afraid of letting the beansprout know the truth of the holy war or about himself. He wants (him) to know.

キャンベル邸には根深いものがあると思ったほうがいい It’s better to think there’s something deeply rooted within the Campbell estate.

ネアからはそれ以上の情報は聞けなかったとウォーカーは言っていたがネアが助言してきた理由を問わなかったとは思えない本当は何か聞いたのではないのか．．．？でなければウォーカーがネアの言葉をすんなりと信じるわけがない Walker said he didn’t any information more than that from Nea, but I don’t think he wouldn’t question Nea's motives for giving counsel. Did he really not ask/hear anything (else)...？ Otherwise, Walker wouldn’t be believing Nea’s words without any trouble.

あの時鏡の前でウォーカーは確かにうろたえていた．．．ネアに何を言われた？ここまできて我々に伝えることをためらうようなことがまだあるのか At that time, in front of the mirror, Walker did seem perturbed... What did Nea say to him? Is there still something he’s hesitant to share with us, who’ve come this far?

元気そうじゃないかで？用件は何だい Don’t you seem well. Well? Something you need?

マザーじゃなかったら他に心当たりがないのでどうか頼みます……！ If not Mother, then I have no idea who else to ask, so please......!

あ？ Huh?

カテリーナ＂イヴ＂キャンベルという人を知りませんか？ Do you know anyone named Katerina “Eve” Campbell?

…………

？マザー？ Mother?

．．．どこでその名を？ ...Where did you hear that name?

その．．．師匠から幻だったかもしれませんが．．． Well, that’s... from Master. It might’ve just been a dream/illusion, but…

え～～と．．．でいいよな？ Eerm... This is fine, right?

あいつめ．．．生きていたんだね That man... He’s alive, isn’t he.

...いつかおまえにその名を尋ねられたら ”ある人物”を紹介するようクロスから言付かってるよ ...Cross told me that if you ever asked about that name, I should introduce you to "a certain person".

！！

この役目を果たす時がきたか．．． So it’s come time for me to fulfill this role...

今から言うことは書いて残さず頭で覚えな From now, without writing anything down, remember what I say in your head.

ウィンダーミアの街に鳩と梟を掲げた「ズーグル」という名の古書店があるそのマスターが「宿主」を待っているだろう In the town of Windermere, there is an antiquarian bookshop named "Zoogle", raising on it a dove and an owl. Its owner will be there, waiting for “the host”.

証となるティムキャンピーをみせなそれが信用を得る唯一の合図だ As evidence, show Timcanpy as proof. That is the sole sign to earn their trust.

……！？ティムが．．．Tim...

マザー実はティムは…… Mother. Actually, Tim is already......

そうか．．．アタシが言えるのはこれだけだあとはおまえが何とかするしかないよ Is that so... That’s all I have to say. You’ll have to manage the rest.

おそらくただの古書店じゃないだろうさ宿主だと証明できなければ殺されるかもしれない油断するんじゃないよ It’s most likely not just any antiquarian bookstore. If you can’t prove you’re the host, they might kill you. Don’t be careless, now.

うんやってみますありがとうマザー Alright, I’ll give it a try. Thank you, Mother.

.....はっ Haーなにが油断するなだ...... 馬鹿かアタシは...... What’s that about carelessness... What am I, a fool…

宿主を待ってる人物ってことはネアの協力者ってことなのかな？ The one waiting for the host, I wonder if that means he’s a collaborator of Nea’s?

すっすごく危険な気がするんだけど！ That–That sounds super dangerous!

安心しろよどこへ行こうがおまえとモヤシは危険だ Relax, no matter where you go, you and the beansprout will be in danger.

うぐぅそれはたしかに Gerk–! Well, that’s for certain.

そのズーグルさん？？といいクロス元帥やリンク監査官... ネアに協力したい人間って意外といるのかなぁ何なんだろうネアって That Mr. Zoogle?? General Cross, and Inspector Link... I wonder if there aren’t a surprising amount of people who are willing to collaborate with Nea. (lit. want to) What’s with this Nea?

ギル私はもう監査官ではありませんので何度もいいますが Gill, I’m already no longer an Inspector. I’ve said it many times, but.

あっまた呼んじゃった？ Ah, I called you that again, did I?

おそらくズーグル古書店はキャンベル邸への案内役．．．危険なのはキャンベル邸だもしかしたらネアの生家なんじゃねぇのか奴のホームグラウンドってわけだ The Zoogle Antiquarian Bookstore might be our guide to the Campbell Manor... The danger here is the Campbell Manor. It may be the birthplace of Nea, meaning his home ground.

ネアのメモリーが最も濃密な場所...... The place thickest with Nea’s memories...

僕もそう思うネアの侵食が始まってからずっと呼ばれてる気がするんです I think so as well. That place has been calling to me since Nea’s encroachment.

夕焼けに照らされたコーネリアの木…… そこに佇むあの屋敷 The mansion standing... by Cornelia’s tree, lit by the glow of the sunset

ネアの精神世界で師匠は言ってました「ここがアレン・ウォーカーの消える場所」だってそれってつまり... キャンベル邸でネアが復活するって意味なのかも In Nea’s inner world, Master said “This is where Allen Walker will disappear.” So, that is to say... Campbell Manor might be where Nea will be reborn.

このままクロス・マリアンの筋書きにのって良いのですかウォーカー Is it alright to follow along with Cross Marian’s plot like this, Walker?

いいじゃねーかどの道ネアと白黒つけなきゃならねぇんだろ Isn’t it fine? We have to settle things (deal with matters of white/black) with Nea at any rate.

どこぞの鴉もそのほうが好都合じゃねーの？ Isn’t that more convenient for some Crow?

今はウォーカーの同行者ですのでウォーカーの決断に従います Now, I am Walker’s comrade, thus I will abide by Walker's decision.

同行者だったり協力者だったり切り替えが大変だよなぁ A comrade and a collaborator, must be so hard switching between the two, huh.

トゲトゲトゲトゲトゲ prickly x5

ウォーカーが問題ないというのですから私も全く問題ありませんご心配なく If Walker has no issues with it, then I am also completely without issue. No worries.

......

ギッズギス creak/grate

仲悪～い On ba~d terms

うーん Umm...

まぁ神田の反応は仕方ないか…… リンク監査官のうしろにいるルベリエ長官の思惑もわかんないままだし Well, Kanda’s reaction can’t be helped… Since we still don’t know the intentions of Director Lvellie behind Inspector Link.

はは確かに師匠の筋書きの通りにいっちゃってる感はありますよねー Haha, It definitely does seem like things are going according to Master’s plans...

このまま先へ進んだところで宿主「アレン」が消える末路は変わらんぞ If things continue like this, the fate of the host “Allen” disappearing won’t change.

おまえはオレに宿主にされたんじゃない自ら進んでその身をオレに捧げたんだよおまえはアポクリフォスに作り変えられてる I did not make you my host. You offered/sacrificed yourself to me of your own free will. You were remade by Aprocryphos.

…決着をつけるために教団を出てきたんですからこのまま進みます ...Since I left the Order to settle this, I’ll keep moving forward like this.

……

宿主の証か…… 師匠が僕にティムキャンピーを託してくれたのはこの為だったのかな Proof of the host...... I wonder if Master entrusted me with Timcanpy for this purpose.

ともだちになっていいですか……? Can I become friends with him......?

師匠もティムもずっと僕に宿主の役目を果たさせるために育ててくれたのかもしれないそうだとしても僕にとってふたりが大事な存在なのは変わらない…… Master and Tim may have been raising me for the sake of fulfilling the role of the host all along. Even so, those two being precious existences to me will not change......

ずっとともだちだ You were always my friend.

どこまでも一緒に行こうなティム No matter where, let’s go there together, Tim.

着いたよ We’ve arrived.

ここで別れよう Let us part ways here.

色々とありがとうございましたティエドール元節 Thank you, General Tiedoll. For many things.

なに大変なのはこれからだウォーカーくん What’s that? The hard part comes now, Walker-kun.

私とユーくんは一度教団に戻り隠密に一「マナ」の墓とアポクリフォスについて調べよう手紙も電信も危険だろうからしばらくは連絡はとれないが必ず情報をもってキミたちを追う Yuu-kun and I will return to the Order, and secretly investigate Mana’s grave and Aprocryphos. Since letters and telegraphs are too dangerous, we won’t be able to contact you for a while, but we’ll definitely bring you the information and follow along.

p19~26

#DGM spoilers #i bled for this #read this pls #it's fully roughly translated now #PLEASE TELL ME MY MISTAKES #I'M SURE I MADE LOTS

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sincka · 15 days

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Popcorn Salé - Aziracrow

J'pourrais jouer l'faux héros

(I could pretend to be a hero)

Au milieu des flammes

(between the flames)

Repartir à zéro

(start all over again)

Pour un supplément d'âme

(For a little more soul)

J'pourrais t'regarder dans les yeux

(I could look into your eyes)

Te dire que tout ira mieux

(Tell you everything will be fine)

J'mettrai la musique plus fort

(play the music louder)

Pour plus entendre dehors

(to ignore the outside)

Allez viens, je t'emmène loin... Regarder le monde s'écrouler

(Come with me, I'll take you away... to watch the world fall apart)

Y aura du popcorn salé... Y aura un nouveau monde à nos pieds

(There will be salt popcorn... A new world at our feet)

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valtiantian · 1 year

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It was still dark outside when Lan Wangji woke up. It's not necessarily unusual during winter, but it is not winter, and he can't hear the birds singing to themselves.

He reassesses. He's lying on his side, Wei Ying curled up in his arms, his face pressed against his neck. He doesn't need to relieve himself, he doesn't feel any pain. There are no sounds that he can hear, no foreign presence either.

But he must have woken up because of something.

And then he hears him. The sound of small whimpers, almost unnoticeable if not in complete silence. Lan Wangji can feel them on his skin, the puffy breaths of Wei Ying, the shakiness of them.

He shudders a little, his face crumbles in sleep, brows furrowed and lips down turned slightly. The whimpers are louder now.

Lan Wangji can feel the tears before he hears them, and it's such a devastating sound he immediately emerges from a daze and wraps his arms firmly around him.

Wei Ying is sobbing now, shaking from the force of his tears. Lan Wangji doesn't know if he's awake or not, but that is inconsequential. He holds him tighter and lightly pets the hair that spills all around the bed.

"La- Lan zhan," Wei Ying whimpers, nestling closer to Lan Wangji, resting his ear against his chest.

"I'm here, Wei Ying," he whispers softly over Wei Ying's head, loud enough that he knows he's heard, quiet enough to be gentle.

"You can rest," he kisses the top of his head, caressing his hair and combing through it with his fingers, his other hand stroking his back tenderly.

He feels him gradually calm down. The shaking going down to shudders, sobbing becoming whimpers, the tears receding; and then slowly, he feels him succumb to sleep. Little mumbles falling through his lips, tickling the skin on his throat. He seems to be having a much sweeter dream.

Lan Wangji settles, breathing deeply, closing his eyes now that Wei Ying is asleep. He doesn't stop holding him, and he's still combing through his hair. It's a soothing motion that puts wangji to sleep as much as it does Wei Ying.

Now that all is calm, he lets the weight in his arms comfort him, and allows himself to follow Wei Ying. Hopefully they'll share the same pleasant dream. But secretly, he still thinks there's no sweeter dream than this.

#mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #I just had to get this out of my system #tried my best #hopefully it doesn't suck #English is not my first language so pls tell me if there are any mistakes

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alohaasaloevera · 14 days

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Keith Kogane is in love with Lance McClain. It is the cold, hard truth—nothing will ever change the fact that he is so impossibly gone for the winsome little sycophant.

He plans to tell the man today. It will be at a park—the very same one where they reunited after 2 years of complete radio silence on both ends.

Hunk and the others had helped him with planning. He will give Lance a pretty bouquet of flowers.

Keith, for once, is confident that nothing will go wrong.

—

“I love you, Lance.”

Lance is silent. Keith’s smile slowly falters as each second that Lance does not respond passes by.

Lance opens his mouth, almost timid.

“It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.”

Keith almost drops the perfect blend of flowers he had picked with Veronica only hours prior. “What do you mean?”

Everything except for Lance’s mouth seems frozen; something that in normal circumstances, would be a worrying matter. “I—I don’t love you, Keith. I never did.”

“But what about—”

“You could never replace her.”

The winding breeze blows petals away, and some of the older flora begins to wilt.

Keith runs away.

It takes two more years of silence until Lance would even spare a glance at his face. Only that by then, it is too late.

—

Keith Kogane spends his last moments alive on the battlefield. It’s almost like he was destined to die fighting; after all, hatred is the only thing that has been consistent throughout his life.

Even so, his thoughts happened to be a mixture of bittersweet yearning and reverence for the people who never gave up on him—if he had died when he was 16 and grieving over the loss of the only person he considered family at the time, he would’ve died thinking about how cruel the world was to him in his short life—Voltron had changed him, and for the greater good. That didn’t matter much when he was lightheaded and a second away from the cold embrace of death, but at least recognizing it made him feel a bit better.

When the pain from at least 5 gun wounds and one gnarly gash that cut deep into his right thigh started to kick in, Keith’s thoughts had drifted over to Lance.

He had thought about Allura and himself—how they were so akin to one another, yet Lance chose Allura over him every single time. How every single supposedly “tender” moment he shared with Lance was nothing compared to how Allura made him smile. That no matter how devoted Keith was to Lance, no matter how hard he tried in order to get Lance out of his depressive slumps, he would always thank Allura in the end.

He thought of all the aliens Lance had flirted with, how even when Keith gave everything he had to Lance, he would be ignored in favor of a one-night-stand.

Keith Kogane dies as not even a second choice, but instead an impossibility.

The world is still cruel.

—

When Lance McClain first hears about the death of Keith Kogane: a man who was practically famous for spitting in the grim reaper’s face more than a handful of times, he thinks of it as some kind of cruel joke.

He finds out that it is quite the opposite.

When he looks down at what remains of Keith’s body, he curses himself for ever thinking that the man wasn’t good enough.

Lance leans down so that he is level with his former teammate’s unmoving face; Keith still looks irresistibly fierce, even when he is no longer with a beating heart.

“I’m sorry, Samurai.”

The pet name is the beginning of many tactics Lance employs in order to prove that this whole thing is just a stupid joke. He knows that it is useless, that Keith will never come back, that he will never get to listen to that melodious symphony that is his laugh again, or how his eyes widen ever so slightly when he is flustered.

Keith is dead, and it is all his fault.

Something in him snaps.

—

Somewhere in the world, a once glamorous bouquet of flowers are left to rot and become one with the earth’s soil. When it eventually decomposes, it will turn into nutrients that are imperative to the growth of even more beautiful, as equally breathtaking flora.

This is the cycle of life.

Keith Kogane was always a rebel when he was with a pulse. It is no to no one’s surprise that exactly one year after his fateful death, he rises once more.

#voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #laith #hehe #aloe vera does it again guys #she did the thing where she makes her word vomit organized and legible #I finished this at 12 am #I made a lot of mistakes probably #ok goodnight #voltron legendary defender #hahahahahha #pls tell me this makes sense

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julfr · 10 months

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Im going to The Captain’s Head in Port Merrick. Can I get anyone anything?

#sea of thieves #my art #sot #bemorepirate #food illustration #drawing this made me hungy #i Hope there are no spelling mistakes in there #really want to do more food items but I don’t know what to add #pls if anyone has suggestions tell me #tried to be creative with the naming #someone on Reddit suggested Eggalodon which is amazing #i do not know why this was tagged as mature #it might have to do with the ocean crawler plate #The Captain’s Head wants you to know that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the Ocean crawler plate

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cherrycarat · 10 months

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my picrew is finally live and ready for use!

i'm also open to suggestions for new items; if you feel like anything is missing that you would need to create yourself or a character, please let me know! i can't guarantee every request but i want it to be as inclusive as possible 🫶

extra tips + terms of use are in the picrew description. enjoy!

#picrew #character creator #artists on tumblr #idk what tags to put on this one #ALSO pls tell me if you spot any mistakes so i can fix them bc i spent like a month just fixing stuff #this picrew stuff is HARD

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ysatopia · 1 year

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Ghost was never the type to go for risky sex. But not in this case. He hasn’t seen you for months ever since you were assigned with a different squad.

And Ghost can’t stop thinking about you.

How you would ride his cock so gracefully that he could just cum after just putting it in. How your brows knit together by how painful the stretch is, even after almost every night of him molding his cock inside your cunt. And he doesn’t even try, his dick is just so big that he doesn’t even try hard to make it hurt.

So when he heard that you were back to his team he just can’t help but get excited. Too excited that you didn’t even have the chance to say hello because you were thrown on one of the beds inside the barrack room.

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“Missed me?” You bit your lip trying to stop both smirk and moan as you bounce up and down his cock. He grunts, head thrown back and eyes closed from pleasure. It hasn’t even been ten minutes after you arrived and your neck is already full of purple-ish bruises given by the man.

His mask was thrown somewhere under the bed, and you still can’t get used to seeing his handsome face. Even when having sex does he rarely take off his mask, but today is one of the few times he does. He’s so pretty, you just can’t help but kiss his rose colored lips. “Shut up, woman. And hurry the fuck up. The boys might come in.” He said between kisses.

You obliged and fasten your pace but the longer you ride him the more tired you legs got. Ghost was in the verge of almost exploding when he noticed the halt of movement. When he looked at you you just gave him a pout and he quickly got the message. “Always gotta do everything for ya.”

He flipped you on your back, pulling out, leaving only the tip but harshly thrusting in making you let out a loud moan. “Keep your mouth shut. Or do you want me to give you a reason to scream?” You shake your head no and covered your mouth with one hand, the other on his shoulder.

He quickly found a pace and started abusing your pussy like you’re his personal sex toy. As you near your release you can’t help but get louder, Ghost didn’t care anymore either as he was almost close to his high. Grunting and eyes closing, Ghost looked heavenly on top of you. It’s like you can cum just by looking at his face. You don’t ever wanna let this moment end. God!

“Simon, cumming!” You shouted, back arching as he encircle his thumb on your clit. You came, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and mouth opened in a silent moan.

Ghost wasn’t far behind, kissing your lips passionately as he came. Grunting inside your mouth and pumping loads inside your cunt, painting your insides white. With a few more thrust, he collapsed on top of you. Both of you catching your breaths like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Not long enough, laughter and chattering can be heard from behind the door of the room. The both of you quickly got dressed (tucking your underwear in his pocket) and went back to your own beds as if nothing just happened. Ghost almost forgot to wear his mask if you hadn’t thrown it to his face.

The rest of the squad went inside the room snickering and smirking to each other, some even did a wolf whistle while some clapped, looking at Ghost.

“Fucking hell.” Ghost cursed to himself. While you just laughed along the others, rolling your eyes when they mimicked you. Ghost is definitely not doing risky sex ever again.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #too tired to edit its like 4am here gonna edit tomorrow!#if i made a mistake about anything pls do not hesitate to tell me #i dont play the mw but i do play codm so please bear with me #ghost x reader

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iiudex · 8 months

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HIIIII !!! i’ve finally decided to open comms! (i’ve been meaning to for a while, i just needed some examples ;;)

mostly opening them bc money is tight & i’m not healthy enough to sustain a job, but also bc i’ve been vv fixated on genshin and would like to have funds for my f/os (i’m insufferable).

SO IF YOU WOULD LIKE! I HAVE A CARRD !!

i’ll open 10 slots to start, just so i don’t overwhelm myself (but i’ll update this as i finish things, so feel free to keep checking in <3)

#— comms !!#{{ plspls boost this i’m desperate and begging }}#{{ also idk if these are priced reasonably i can def work things around in the future }}#{{ also pls tell me if my carrd has any mistakes ;;;;;; }}

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irritablepoe · 8 months

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A Ship For The Two Of Us (Bram x Lovecraft)

FIRST OF ALL: this fic was inspired by @lee-apolla's fanart (link1; link2 link3) (you inspired me fr)

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Behold, i did it!!! :D

fyi this fic will contain horror elements; there's only implied smut y'all, and otherwise some very sweet devouring humans together (i think this counts as fluff for them lmao). Also i made both of them more "alive" and talkative, so maybe it's kinda ooc? but honestly i think it could be in-character, considering that this is pre-canon and they're both free from responsiblities or even a sword or a stake in their torso lmao (this could be kinda canon-compliant too tbh, idk how old bram and lovecraft really are or how much time there is between bram becoming a vampire and his beheading). I used they/them pronouns for lovecraft

some more cw:

blood (so much blood);

lovecraft-typical body horror ig;

corpses and implied eating of them (is this cannibalism if lovecraft isn't human???)

Enjoy! :3

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Bram licked over his teeth. It would barely make a difference. His body was covered in blood anyway; his clothes dripping wet with the delicious liquid. Most of it now filled Bram, making him all warm and dizzy. He looked around himself. It was ironic that the corpses to his feet were the only thing that could make him feel alive. They made up most of the floor and there was barely room to place your feet.

He breathed deeply. Not one minute ago the air had been filled by screams of agony. Now it was silent and Bram chose to thoroughly enjoy it. The only sound that reached his ears was the creaking of soaked wood from the ship; just like the slowly calming waves against the hull.

A dangerous smile split his lips as he heard something else. A slow thud against the ship that caused it to waver. Water foamed at the edges and threatened to wash over the deck. It sounded like a polite knock. Like someone was asking to be let in.

Bram waited until the thudding calmed down and then made his way to the railing. He looked into the dark water and saw a shadow floating right beneath the surface.

“Do not be so timid, I do bite but I’m sure it’ll do you no long-term harm.”, he spoke.

The surface broke and a purple mass ascended from the depths of the ocean. Slowly, it warped into a body, a face, arms and legs, and at last hands and feet. A human form for something that was the farthest thing from anything human.

Bram wasn’t scared. He was intrigued. Had been for some time, in fact.

He himself was not human. Of course, he looked close to one but this made him into an even more dangerous hunter among lowly mortals. Hid him from suspicion. While it didn’t bother him most of the time, it amused him now that Lovecraft stood in front of him.

That they met each other seemed to him a lucky coincidence. It wasn’t rare that one met another ability user these days. The world was so much more connected now that telegraphs and so many ships that cross the ocean exist. But Lovecraft was different. They seemed so alien, so different from anything that Bram had ever seen before. And he had seen a lot. He was old. Lovecraft, though, seemed even older.

“Good evening.”, a deep voice cut through the dark.

“Indeed, it is a pleasant night, my dearest.”, Bram said, straightening his back. His gaze wandered to the useless corpses and pride filled his being.

Lovecraft followed his glance and squinted. “They’re all dead?”

“Quite right. Due to your irregular visits, I chose to enjoy myself. I hope you’ll excuse me for not keeping one of them alive for you for I didn't know you would show up.”

Lovecraft licked their lips. “I don’t need them to be alive.”

Bram let out a small laugh. “Well, in that case I’ve prepared you an entire feast!”

They looked at Bram like they were dying of starvation. The need, the pure desperation, in their eyes sent a shock through Bram’s core. “Would you mind if I ate first?”

He let out a shaky breath. “Quite the opposite.”

He chose to turn around. Just once he had caught a glimpse of Lovecraft eating their enemies and that had been the moment Bram realized, who he was dealing with. It had almost broken his mind when he saw the mouth that hadn’t been a mouth, with teeth that had been beyond what anyone would call teeth. To this day he was shaking from this experience - if of terror or something else he didn't know. But it was enough for five or even more lifetimes. He would see soon enough though for he was immortal.

Lovecraft ate silently. If you could even call it that. Devouring was the closest word that Bram knew of that could describe what exactly they were doing.

Bram watched the moon as it revealed itself through the thick storm clouds bit by bit. The gaps in them eventually showed stars shining alongside the moon, trying to imitate it. Bram loved the darkness, though he couldn’t bring himself to hate the pale light that caressed his face. Sometimes he wished he could drink the moonlight. Fill it into a bottle and let it cool his sore throat when he was thirsty. Maybe it would cure his everlasting exhaustion and melancholy when he wasn’t freshly filled by blood.

He had been so lost in thought that he startled when long arms wrapped around his torso. Shortly after, a face snuggled into his back, an even longer tongue licked at his nape.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my darling?”, Bram asked.

“A bit too much. You already did a great job emptying them of their blood. Didn’t make much of a mess.”, Lovecraft said.

“I’m happy to be of service.”

“You’re so kind to me.”

He quirked up his eyebrows. “Oh?”

Lovecraft placed a kiss on his neck. “Yes.”

“I do not think even the politest gentleman would ever describe me as ‘kind’. I fear you’re wildly misinformed.”

“Misinformed or proven otherwise?”

“Ah, I see. Well, I have to say that gentlemen normally wouldn’t appreciate a meal made of raw human flesh. In that case, I’ll take my words back and say that you, my dear, have the most compatible needs to my providing abilities.”

“I like that word. Compatible.”

Bram took Lovecraft’s unusual long hands into his own and leaned back. He wanted to be closer to the non-human. So unbearably closer. “I like it, too.”

A while they enjoyed the shared silence. Every now and then Lovecraft kissed his face, his temples, his neck – whatever they could reach. Bram turned his face to receive the long-awaited kisses more eagerly.

“You reek of blood.”, they said eventually.

“Is that a problem?”

“No.” Lovecraft smiled crookedly. “But I still wish to fix something about your clothes.”

“We have the ship all to ourselves. Though I fear we will sink soon, if we don’t do something about the… lack of staff.”

“I’ll bring you to shore as soon as we’re done here.”

“Is that a promise or a threat? Or perhaps a smug deal you’re offering?”, Bram asked and smiled.

“More of a hopeful suggestion.”

“I love you.”, Bram said and felt in his heart a swell of emotions, that maybe this world wasn’t as doomed and boring as he had thought. Just because Lovecraft was in it. He laughed quietly at himself. He really was in love and he wished to continue to love. They both had all the time in the world. They had no rush. He had become a vampire, but only now did he realize that this didn’t mean the end of his life and capability to feel.

“I love you, too.”

“Take me wherever and however you like and I’ll happily obey.”, Bram answered, excitement rushing through his veins.

“Gladly.”

Lovecraft tightened their embrace and took him into their arms.

Bram let out a hearty laugh. “Carrying me over the threshold of the cabins like a bride, are you?”

“Yes. You’re mine after all. And I want you to have a comfortable bed.”

Bram hummed happily.

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i'll just tag some of y'all bc you seemed interested/asked me to tag you: @vestaldestroyer @daz4i @ice-devourer - i hope this is good hehe :3

will post it to ao3 too (link)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd bram #bsd lovecraft #bramcraft #bram x lovecraft #bsd fanfic #tell me if there are any mistakes :3 #and pls don't slaughter me for writing them ooc this was very hard for them okay T - T #tbh i'm kinda sad that i didn't make them bite each other but maybe for a next fanfic *bows like an actor and exits waving to the audience*

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