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#「⛧ for everyone ⛧」
noctuasdawn · 2 months
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diluc ☓ gender neutral! reader ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
warmth ⋆⋆⋆ diluc’s warmth tends to your needs
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“is this the spot?” diluc’s hands rub at the spot you had pointed out was giving you grief.
his pyro vision had the small advantage of increasing his natural body heat. its good if you want to warm up, you cuddle up to his side.
or right now, if you had aches or pains anywhere, diluc was more than happy to help out his beloved by placing his hands over said spot, rubbing soothing circles.
you let out a sigh, leaning into his touch. he was so careful and tender with you, a small smile on his face as he watches the way you visibly relax. a nice contrast from moments ago when you came complaining to him about pain.
“sorry for bothering you.” you couldn’t help but apologise, you felt as if you were interrupting him.
“you’re never a bother, love. you know when it comes to you, i’ll do anything in my power to ensure you’re happy and well in health.”
even if he was busy and was unable to drop what he was doing, know you’re the only thing on his mind, and that's the motivation he needs to finish whatever task he may be working on.
“we should give you something to help this pain go away faster,” when you gave a small roll of your eyes, diluc gave your cheek a soft poke, “don’t roll your eyes at me.”
at your protest of medicine, diluc gave you the decision between that or resting in bed. and now, your back is against his chest, his hands still carefully caressing that one achey spot. his lips ghost over your ear, and neck, holding you close.
another advantage to his body heat, you so rarely needed to use blankets. diluc will always insist on holding you from behind, both for a protective reason, and because he wants you close to him when you’re vulnerable.
he hates the thought that one day he’ll wake up and you won’t be in his arms. he won’t outright say this, but his actions speak for him.
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puppy-coded · 1 year
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girls when their favorite character:
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lilitophidian · 26 days
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Ya'll simping over my unhinged, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss Lilith. This isn't even her final form.
The kitchen is hot, and you will be forced to feed.
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bl4sphemy-archived · 11 months
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i keep seeing joseph quinn on these 'celebrities i find ugly' tiktoks like jesus leAVE HIM ALONE ASDKJADS
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The storyline from S9/S10 is soooo screwed up for Sam and Dean, I'm not entirely certain how their love for one another survived it, to be honest.
And yeah, I would pay $1 million to find a Dean to angst that whole thing out with me.
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eddie · 1 year
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UPDATE : hello frens! i just wanted to give a little activity update! i've been a bit of a ghost lately, both on this blog and on discord, but i hope to be coming back around soon! everything is good! sometimes i just float, is all if you've messaged me on tumblr or discord and i haven't replied, i promise it's not because i'm ignoring you! sometimes when i'm really goin' through it™ i just struggle to socialize, and i leave messages unopened so that i won't forget to reply to them later. i can't trust my stupid ass to remember without da lil bubble notifs ): anyways, i'll delete this later, but i just thought this might be worth mentioning. i love all of you very much and i'm grateful for your patience <3
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hellgivenhasmoved · 6 months
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dean: no. absolutely not davina: ummm , yes. absolutely yes. i could be useful! dean: NO. davina: . . . . . okay but don't get mad when i defy your orders.
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noctuasdawn · 13 days
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diluc ☓ gender neutral! reader ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
rainy day ⋆⋆⋆ you and diluc spend the day cuddling while it rains
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in a sleepy haze, your head rests on diluc’s chest, hearing his heartbeat along with the sound of rain, and thunder rumbling in the distance. diluc had his arms around you, one of his hands rubbing at your hip, the other brushing fingers through your hair.
a blanket was also around the two of you, mostly you as he insists you keep warm during the cold weather. you felt safe and protected in his arms.
he glances down at your tired face, admiring how you become so sleepy in his hold. it was cute, the way you were reduced to this, guard completely down, knowing you were in a safe space.
“i’m sorry we had to cancel our plans because of the rain,” diluc leans down, lips against the top of your head, “i’ll make it up to you, dearest. i promise.”
you hum and nod, your reply coming out as a mumble, “don’t have to apologise, cuddling with you is ‘lways nice.”
you could hear a faint chuckle from him, “is that right?”
the thunder in the distance, now closer, decided it wanted to be loud. but before you could register that, diluc’s hands cupped your ears until the loud rumbling stopped. even if you weren’t bothered by thunder, he’d hate for your peaceful self to be disturbed by the elements.
his hands remained on your cheeks, lifting to your ears anytime it would be loud. the unintentional intimacy made your heart race.
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damienstoker · 8 months
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just a reminder . . .
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daddy-devilish · 2 years
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[[ ooc: might not be around today ( maybe later tonight? ) or tomorrow, holidays are always all day with the family and also run errands today! ]]
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bl4sphemy-archived · 9 months
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samael has the WORST nightmares like, he will literally wake up SCREAMING
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langdhon · 1 year
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@butscrewmefirst 📨
❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞
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It's no wonder that Michael's behavior sticks out among all those who faced only horrors here. Since he entered the Cortez, there was not a single day his mood dwindled; he didn't even destroy anything in a bout of triggered rage. Done skimming through the records, Michael lays the piece of choice into the player and positions its pin. And it's those few seconds before music sounds when he hears Elizabeth's voice cut the silence— mild surprise tugging at his brows, Michael turns to face her.
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Soon for a smile to curve his mouth. ❝ Well observed, ma'am ❞, he needn't speak louder to drown out the music. It's kept to a quiet volume. And no, he couldn't hold in the quipping form of address.
❝ To be honest, it's the most at home I've felt in a long time. ❞ Close to his own roots. He's only felt this connection during the weeks spent in a certain... house, years ago. Pulling his lips into a taut line, still visibly content, Michael finally approaches Elizabeth. Lifting both hands simultaneously to cradle her face in those unnaturally warm palms of his. ❝ Don't worry. I said I'll leave with you and Bartholomew and I stand by it. ❞ Staying in one place for too long will get boring either way; plus, he has big plans to take care of.
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perpetualshade · 1 year
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Are you not going to do something to help?! Don't you have the power to alter and change things in your favor?? That younger Vash needs help. Please help him.
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☨- Evil cannot create anything new, They can only corrupt and ruin what good forces have invented or made. Vash's life was indeed in peril to have become faithless when the road darkens. Lead to believe in his brother's ideology that humans deserve it. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
"Can the young Typhoon give it to them? If I placed a sword in his hand, would he be truly too eager to deal out death in judgement?"
The eldritch appeared to silently deliberating to himself, letting the cigarette burn away in between his fingers, as he touched the fluctuating pocket mirror. It would appear to anyone else as a pocket watch. Connected to a long silver chain attached to his belt. The inside held two mirrors, one was currently active, while the other remained pitch black. In ripples the active mirror was displaying everything that was currently proceeding. Although he had the ability to see a thereafter, for which there were many, when it came to timelines of the multiverse. He reframed. "This will pass. This temporary weak shadow. " He closed the mirror with an air of indifference.
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After all, natural disasters inadvertently somehow always still spring forth hope.
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blitzisms · 1 year
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I think I’m starting my villain arc lmao
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hellsmayflower · 1 month
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"Wonka is honestly a fever dream."
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noctuasdawn · 2 months
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diluc ☓ gender neutral! reader ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
impossible to replace ⋆⋆⋆ many things can easily be replaced, you cannot
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when diluc closes up the tavern, you love to stay behind to lend a hand. you usually clean up tables, while he tends to cleaning glasses, stocking them back where they were, followed by the beverages. tonight, you finished your task rather quickly.
“tables are clean, even the ones upstairs. i remembered those ones without having to be reminded like any other time.”
“good job, darling.” diluc smiles at you warmly from behind the bar.
he’s never asked you to stay behind to help him out, and yet you do without having to be asked. that means so much to him, and he appreciates the time you take out of your night to help out.
even if he’s fully capable of doing it on his own, or had charles to help him out, he’d never deny your help. its the one thing he looks forward to after a long day dealing with patrons who can get a little wild after a drink or two.
“would you mind sweeping as well?”
the way diluc asks so softly, you found yourself grabbing the broom in an instant, a single thought of denial nowhere in your mind.
you went to sweep under the tables first where food crumbs lay. it made you get lost in thought, wondering how on earth people can make such a mess on the ground when there’s a table right there. you relocate to the bar, maneuvering the broom along the edge and between the stools.
things were going well until you had glasses in your hand to return to diluc. you were embarrassed to drop them all because of someone barging into the tavern, speaking out in a sing-song voice.
“oh dear — i just remembered i’m needed elsewhere for a performance!” in a flash of green, the anemo archon was gone out of sight.
diluc groans, “that bard loves to leave after causing some chaos.”
he looked over at you, noticing you on your knees, gathering up the broken glass shards. he calls out for you to stop before you hurt yourself.
“i’m sorry.”
leaning down beside you, diluc asks, “whatever for?”
“breaking these glasses.”
“don’t be foolish, you didn’t drop them on purpose. someone can’t help himself when it comes to making a dramatic and memorable entrance,” diluc sighs, “did you hurt yourself?”
you shake your head, “no.”
“good. come on, on your feet,” with hands on your elbows, diluc helps you up, rubbing your cheek with a finger, “glasses are easy to replace, you, however, impossible to replace.”
“well aren’t you the flirt tonight.”
“it appears you bring that out in me, hm?” diluc hums, kissing you tenderly.
for a few months after this incident, diluc had a no venti policy for the tavern per your suggestion, which started as a joke, but diluc couldn’t help but indulge.
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