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shalpilot · 3 days

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she’s not usually like this

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #geese art #ocs #oc: kiriltugh #oc: yesui #teehee.

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vodid · 5 months

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coughs. a thing. for no reason. no reason at all. they certainly don't have bomb ass accessories that i am withholding from the public eye. nope. just some dudes on a height chart. yep.

#wip #vart #teehee.#(there will be more characters)#polaris au

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beebfreeb · 10 months

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Hello.

#super paper mario #spm #count bleck #dimentio #nastasia #ms paint #beebfreeb art tag #I hope you enjoy my first ever Mario Game Fan Art Ever.#Actually wait wrong. Commissions I did in 2021 of characters from this game. Which is how I met my friend who I watched play this game.#Teehee.

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hatkuu · 5 months

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What would high jealousy!kylar do when you call him good boy. Like, he’s already threatened random classmate w/ knife and decided to kidnap you as soon as school’s over. But you just smiled, smooched his cheek and said you’re so cute that’s my good boy. Would the jealousy bar goes waaaaay down or would he snap.

hnansnnjjj waaaay down. waaaayyyyyyy waaayyy down.

especially if you're tied up in his basement - kylar's expecting you to panic, to have you squeal about how much you hate him and that you want to go home - but you simply lean forward and give him a smooch on the cheek and called him cute??? AND a good boy?? kylar.exe has stopped working.

gen! reader and m! kylar below!

Kylar's hovering over you, knife clutched tightly in one hand, the other clenched into a hard fist by his side. Each breath that escapes him is loud and rattles his chest. It sounds like it hurts.

Surprisingly, even as you're held in Kylar's basement for what might be the third time this month, you aren't scared. You'll still listen to his ramblings, though.

"I had to protect you, m-my love... I love you so m-much—"

You cut Kylar off mid sentence, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. Kylar gasps at the contact, flinching backward onto his rear as his knife clatters to the basement floor along with him. His hair falls back, exposing his mortified eyes and the bright blush that coats his cheeks. His mouth is agape, too.

"You're so cute! That's my good boy!"

He blushes hotter and heavier as he immediately moves to ground himself against your thighs. He looks up at you with wide, petrified eyes. His nails dig into you, careful to avoid the rope-burned areas of your skin. The partially termite-eaten chair groans at the extra weight, clearly only accustomed for one person.

"Y-You're not m-mad?"

"No? You're just protecting me! It's cute!" If you could pet his hair, you would. But with your hands currently tied behind your back, the most you can do is giggle and coo at Kylar to soothe him.

"I thought y-you hated me!" He sobs, quickly moving to untie your bindings. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hoodie sleeve, smearing a mix of tears and snot across his cheek. "You ignored me s-so much— I thought— I thought you f-found someone e-else!"

"Nooo! I just like riling you up, that's all!"

"What?"

#kylar the loner #hatkuuasks #dol kylar #kylar x reader #dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar #i lub him #teehee.#i think admitting you make kylar jelly on purpose is the quickest way to get a rough fucking #...#also would make him more unhinged because you just said you like when hes jealous soooooo #kuuskylarposting

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nyoomiin · 23 days

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roommates: part seven.

your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)

pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader

tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure

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He wears his heart on his sleeve, you've learnt during the weeks you've spent with him — these days, he's taken to accompanying you in your shop as you sew. It's adorable, really. He’s sweet and pure, and far too innocent. Someone like him must’ve had to be godsent.

That day, he's flighty and nervous, lost in endless thought.

“What's been on your mind?” you ask, placing your embroidery down.

He fidgets with the hem of his sleeve. “I don't have a name. Some people… I hear they call me the Kabukimono.”

“Want me to yell at them for you?” you huff, wrinkling your nose. Really, did people have to call him that to his face? How rude. He turns you down hurriedly, and you only laugh. “Anyway, so what if you don't have a name? You can just give yourself one.”

“Give myself one?” he parrots, curious.

You nod eagerly. “Of course! Many of the orphaned children name themselves.”

He goes silent, and you wonder if you had said something insensitive. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned the orphans? Maybe his childhood was a sore spot for him? Maybe —

“Oh,” he murmurs. A little smile grows on his face. “Okay.”

“Kunikuzushi.”

You tilt your head, blinking at him in confusion. Huh? He grins at you, slightly breathless and dazzingly bright. “I want to name myself Kunikuzushi.”

“What a nice name,” you say, his contagious smile leaking into a smile of your own. “Then, may I call you Kuni?”

The tips of his ears dust a faint pink. “Okay. But only if it's you.”

And that was how Kuni became a name only yours.

You awaken, disoriented, with cotton in your mind and stones on your limbs. Your sleep hasn't been any good in the recent weeks, and your dreams only got brighter, consuming, as if one day you'd fall asleep and never stop dreaming. You drag yourself out of bed, massaging your temples. Maybe you should see a doctor.

Seriously, who dreams about their roommate so damn much? You can barely remember it now, as most dreams were wont to do, but you just know it had been about him.

You huff. It was probably because he's the most interesting thing to have happened in your life so far. How would he not? He was drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and had a mysterious past. His personality could definitely do with some work, but you can tell he's not all bad inside. Now, he even spends time with you outside of the apartment. In the library, at cafes… Sometimes he ran errands with you as well. At your insistence, of course.

Well, and maybe it was because you had a bit of a crush.

Just a small one.

Yeah.

You present the finished garments you've been working on to him many weeks later.

“I worked hard on these,” you tell him seriously, narrowing your eyes at him. “So I better see you wearing them soon.”

He inspects the clothes carefully, and you can tell he is impressed. They're well made, accurately at that — and they would go well with the shawl you had made months ago. You hadn't done all that research and spent all that money on materials for nothing.

He hums, raising a brow. “Don't tell me you can't afford to hire models.”

You scowl, swatting at him. “They're for you, idiot. I'm not selling them.”

“How did you even get my measurements?” he snipes back, wrinkling his nose at you.

“I don't know, actually. I just did what felt right.” You shrug. “They should fit though. Tell me if I have to alter them for you! And I swear to god if you don't wear them —”

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine. Whatever.”

You cheer, and it's comical how happy you get just because of something as simple as that. You've become so simple it's almost cute. In a pitiful way. You grin, though mostly at yourself.

“Kuni, you’re the best,” you chirp.

He stiffens, brows drawn into a frown. His lips part, but before he says anything, he turns on his heel and leaves.

It's utterly baffling. What has gotten into him now?

You watch his retreating figure disappear into the market, repeating the nickname in your mind. Kuni. Your dream-self had come up with it, and honestly, there was no way in hell you weren't going to use it. It was an adorable nickname, if you did say so yourself.

(“There might have been a leak in the Irminsul on the day you regained your memories,” Nahida speculates thoughtfully. “Although it shouldn't be possible for anyone to remember you at all.”

No fucking shit. “They said they learnt of the Kabukimono through a dream.”

If it were so impossible, then why was all of this happening? Why have you not changed a bit? Why — why were you calling him Kuni?

“Fix it,” he demands. Either you got back your memories or got rid of them all — he didn't care for which. Anything to get you out of this hellish limbo, of remembering and yet not. “I erased the world's and you returned to me mine. Fixing theirs will be simple, no?”

Nahida says nothing, and he growls, turning away from her lest he strikes something out of frustration. “How is it that out of all the people in this godforsaken world — it is them?”

You, who remembered. You who returned, in this twisted, roundabout way.

She catches on to his question easily. Softly, she hums.

“Perhaps, it's only because they wanted to.”)

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serekiri · 7 months

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