Wouldn't it be pretty funny if I made a modern day AU of Rusty Lake where the lake is pretty much still the lake and the Eilanders are pretty much still a cult with Jakob and Aldous (totally not married old men husbands) owning a chain of businesses, mainly the hotel and the theater where Elizabeth and David work and perform. But when people start going missing, Dale has to invistigate.
Liz and David want to leave but are unable to, and everyone working under Jakob and Aldous is close so they never really rat them out.
And listen if I do this I'm just making Liz older I ain't drawing that lady of the lake design she got for Theater. I want my redhead goth back.
No resurrection or memory cubes or anything of that sort. Just your casual cultist sacrificing people to a sentient lake for power and immortality
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“don’t cry, my child”
i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…
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Everyone loves the Boyfriend Jacket, but what about the Husband Coat?
Diluc draping his coat across your shoulders because you forgot your own? Immediately looking the other direction to hide the heat coming to his cheeks when you settle into it?
Zhongli's thinly veiled swell of pride when he sees his coat around your shoulders? Savoring the scent of your perfume as long as he can for days after you've returned it to him?
Wriothesley's little half complaints about the chill in his office after you've taken his coat? Hiding how much he actively enjoys the sight of you utterly swamped in the fur and bulk of fabric?
Neuvillette having removed his mantle and stole in order to drape his robes across your sleeping form? His inability to completely focus back on his work after he sees how immediately you curl into it with that satisfied little hum he's come to enjoy so dearly?
Just...husband coats...
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miguel o'hara x reader 18+
slipping on an oversized shirt [with nothing underneath] after taking a hot shower >>>
imagine being laid out on your stomach while working on your computer and miguel walks into the room, inevitably catching an eyeful of you 😌
you yelp as he jumps onto the bed behind you, nearly sending your laptop flying off the edge of the mattress.
"miguel!"
of course, your concerns fall on deaf ears.
large hands spread your legs and prop your hips up, exposing your bare bottom-half to the cool air.
you grip the comforter under you as he leans in and presses a cheek to your inner thigh. "how was the shower, mi vida?" you can feel his warm breath brush gently against your bare pussy.
"g-good"
"good, hm?" you whimper as he traces the seam of your pussy with his thumb, easily making a mess of you with how he spreads your slick to your aching clit. "looks like you missed a spot..."
he gently pushes against your dripping hole, teasing you until your start to roll your hips against his touch. he groans as he watches his finger disappear inside of you, mere inches away from his face. "mm...f-fuck--don't worry, cariño. i'll help you clean up."
your whole body throbs with anticipation as he nuzzles his nose right against the area where your thigh meets your cunt.
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Gotta be a part of your soul and of your heart all the time
Nothing in the world that I do
Means a thing, without you
I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you
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