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xaneyyy · 4 months
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Lowkey mecoded
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jelluf1sh · 2 months
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taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.
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helldreamz · 9 months
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digital art will be coming very soon but here’s some school sketches
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singeryuri · 7 months
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Ykw quick shout-out to selfshippers who for any reason dislike the popular ships in whatever fandom their f/o is from. Shout-out to everyone who has to block a bunch of ship tags or who can't go into their f/o's tag without seeing some kind of ship art they dislike or feel uncomfortable with.
Your discomfort is fully valid and you know your f/os best! They adore you, no matter what the fandom says, even if there's a lot of people who say otherwise or ship them with other characters, I promise.
pro.shippers this doesn't apply to you, get out
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krashoutluv · 2 months
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I'm a AK!Jason Todd angry cries truther so do you think he cries when him and reader have an argument. Of course he'd always hold back his tears while the argument was ensuing.
I THINK HE’D BREAK AT THE END OF THE ARGUMENT OR RIGHT WHEN THE ARGUMENT IS ABOUT TO END. ohh this is so anngsstyy i love u for putting this in my inbox while im decaying (doing) this god damn project i have.
brain rotting bc now im thinking about his fist all curled,
how he cant make eye contact or he’ll start sobbing on the spot,
how he’s practically shaking because he’s not ready to lose someone again,
his cheeks are all red while his whole body is burning and eyes are watery,
body’s so tense he’s shaking it’s screaming for him to leave before either of you get hurt,
and as soon as its over he’s out of your sight he’s biting down on his bottom lip while tears start streaming down his face on the spot, that pretty boy is letting out shaky breaths while he’s clutching his chest and sniffling so hard.
I NEED TO HOLD HIM IDC ☹️
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fishermanshook · 5 months
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"You look, oddly familiar." (surviors! x gn!reader)
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A prompt where you knew said Survivor before they came to the manor. Your reason for coming here? Probably because of them.
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The Enchantress
You and the Enchantress were together a lot as kids, or has your growing age started to wipe your memory clean? Do you struggle to remember such personal moments the two of you shared? Such a shame, as it's been over 5 years and you've yet to trace her location down. Has she disappeared from the world entirely? Seems like it, doesn't it?
Oh. Wait. There's a memory. An old one for sure, but a memory is still a memory. You and Patricia had spent what seemed to be every waking second together. So much so that Patricia's "mother" had started to see you as her own. Another child to take under her wing, and she gladly would. You understand that, right? Had she not taught you enough? The two of you had made a habit of strolling through New Orleans together, knowing almost every face that inhabited every corner of the city. You'd be down there for any number of reasons. To pick something up, to look for new ingredients, or just to look around the place you know by the back of your hand.
If the two of you had spent so much time with each other, then why didn't she tell you where the hell she went? She never left a note, a letter, or even a single clue as to where she ran off. So yes, when you received a letter stating to know her whereabouts you followed. Was it dumb? Oh for sure. But you would take every chance you could get to find her. You didn't even get to go up to her when you spotted her, she already knew.
"I wish you hadn't come," The Enchantress says with her back turned to yours. "but I can't help but be happy that you did." She chimed, turning around with a smile and a strange-looking artifact in her hand.
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The Painter
You were there when it all started. You know, his painting thing. At first, he was a mess, paint slobbered all over his hands and face like a child. But I guess he was a child when he first picked up the paintbrush. Who would’ve known he would never put it down?
As Edgar’s talent increased, he started painting other things. Boats in the river, flowers growing outside, people strolling around the park where the two of you frequented. His drawings decorated his room and cluttered his bedroom floor.
For your 12th birthday, little Edgar (in all honesty) had forgotten about your birthday. The thought of it struck his mind at 1 in the morning as he quickly grabbed for his paints before whisking out a canvas. Throwing himself into his work, he produced his first of many portraits of you. From that point forward, it was a tradition for him to paint you for each birthday. No matter how many fights you had over his short temper or accidental paint spills imported from the other side of the country, you still received a packaged painting. Wrapped in fine silk with a “happy birthday” note tucked in between the folds. For you, he spared little to no expense. That is, until he got older.
It has been over two years since you've seen the man and you haven’t received a single portrait since. Arriving at the manor, you find him in the garden alone, painting a familiar portrait.
“It’s nice that you remember my face, as I’m starting to forget yours.” Your voice nearly makes him drop his paintbrush, as he whips around to meet you. You in all your stunning beauty, god, how you’ve grown from the small child he once knew.
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Female Dancer
It is either that you met Nata-Margaretha in Lakeside Village or during your shared time spent in the Hullabaloo circus. Both experiences that you will not forget, but time makes things foggy. It blurs memories that were important to your life that you can no longer recall. But for the sake of going to bed without a piercing migraine tonight, your brain tells you it was during the circus.
Ah, now you're starting to remember things. As memories (some unwanted) come flooding back to you about the circus. A curious place that produced good and bad thoughts. Your mind flashes back to before the accident when time was spent helping Margie (a nickname used widely throughout the circus by many of its performers) tame animals and perform new jaw-dropping tricks to stun the audience. 
You remember when your ignorance of what was happening behind closed curtains came crashing down. When Margaretha came crying to you, sobbing that she needed to tell you something. She then began to show you bruises and cuts that littered her body, all deliberately hidden in places that couldn't be noticed unless further expected. To keep it short, you were shocked that "he" could do something this horrible, to decorate her upper body in purple and red marks. It was even more shocking that if anyone noticed, "he" would just brush it off and say that she got hurt while practicing. 
At that time, you knew you had to get her and yourself out of there. A lack of knowledge has landed your friend with bruises, cuts, and unwanted love from someone she thought she cared for.
You haven't seen Margaretha since the fire. Actually, you haven't seen anyone since the fire. Not Mike, not Murro, not even Violetta. But following breadcrumbs as to where they all went earned you a one-way ticket to the Oletus Manor, maybe your questions will be answered there.
"Margie?" You almost choke on your words. Seeing her for the first time in so long feels nostalgic. (how old are you again?) She can't even respond, she can’t even believe it's you. All you'll get from her is a death-griping hug and a stained shirt accompanied by her ever-flowing tears.
note: I love you Patricia (writers block is kicking my a rn)
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wooeo · 2 months
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I have two things I need to say:
1) we need to talk about enha girlie being sick. enha girlie waking up super early in the morning not feeling good and sunghoon staying up to make sure she’s okay. heeseung singing to her when she can’t go back to sleep. jay MAKING HER SOUP!!! jungwon defending her against managers who still expect her to perform/practice bc he’s a good leader!! sunoo entertaining her when she feels bad that she has to stay in bed. ni-ki and jake cuddling with her even though she doesn’t want them to get sick, they don’t care!!! just them staying by her side and making sure she’s alright 🤭
2) DOMESTIC ENHA!!! the hc that enha girlie ruffles ni-ki’s hair every morning…….,now I need EVERY member to have a special greeting. who gets back hugs?? who holds her hand?? who sits next to her at the table when they eat breakfast?? WHO EATS THE FOOD SHE DOESNT WANT AND GIVE HER THE FOOD OFF THEIR PLATE?? OMGG AND GAME NIGHTS!! if enha girlie is IN a video game, ik she’s a master gamer. heeseung, ni-ki, and jake think they have to go easy on her but then she just destroys them. i know game nights in the enhypen dorms go crazy. ESPPP when TXT or the fimmies come over for the night, they wonder how they haven’t gotten a complaint from the neighbors bc of all the noise. I could go on and on about domestic enha.
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domestic enha really does it for me wow i hope this is readable
jungwon kisses you on the cheek each morning. you're getting up before him and get started on breakfast for the whole house, when jungwon comes up behind you to press a quick kiss to your cheek before walking to the bathroom. sunghoon tucks on your hair as a greeting; you see him again after a break? he's giving your hair a gentle tuck. he laughs when you whine. cliki (clingy niki) come out of the bathroom and hangs out with you in the kitchen, maybe - MAYBE - helps you if you ask and he's feeling nice. he stands beside you until you ruffle his hair. he's quick to take a seat beside you no matter where you are mostly because you give him food you don't want. heeseung ruffles your hair as a good morning, grinning when you swat his hand away with a whine. you get him to set the table that's never completely occupied in the mornings, someone is always missing. halfway through making breakfast you usually feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and then a head resting on your shoulder. sunoo mutters a good morning to you before closing his eyes and almost falling asleep against you. niki, if he's there, bothers him until sunoo kicks him and leaves the kitchen, leaving you to scold niki. jay, your beloved, helps you cook on most days. the two of you learned your way around the kitchen together and it shows; you move around each other with ease. jake has a thing for making your heart go crazy - mostly by scaring you. his favorite way of greeting you is by sneaking up behind you and give you a heart attack. he laughs when you hit him before giving you a hug.
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celestiaxoxo · 11 months
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I’ll always have a special place in my heart for the wet rag covered in glitter♡︎
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jelluf1sh · 2 months
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what's on my mind ? going on a date to the arcade with teen!gojo. feeling his soft hand in yours as he drags you along, the patterned carpeted floor beneath your feet as you follow behind him, laughing, "slow down, 'toru, we have all day!" only for it to fall on deaf ears because gojo has always loved the arcade. thinking about the way he challenges you to games he knows you're bad at, his dimples creasing into his cheeks and his eyebrows quirked in satisfaction as he watches you sulk and pout and whine about him being unfair or "cheating" when you inevitably lose. thinking about the way he makes up for teasing you by winning you that plushie you'd been eyeing from the claw machine (even if it took him some frustration and roughly 15 dollars), your mood immediately improved as you follow him around with it in your arms. his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder as he whispers, "go, baby!" or, "there y'go," or "attagirl," into your ear as you [try to] focus on a game of your choosing. it's a day for you two, in your own little bubble, just two dumb teenagers in love. the way he smiles? only for you. the way he pouts when you win? only 'cause you look so cute when you beat him, even if you are rubbing it in his face. the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks when he pulls you into a sweet kiss ("your reward for winning," as he put it)? only because it's your lips he's kissing. thinking about the sparkle in his pretty eyes when you win him a keychain as a thanks at the end of it all, and the way you catch the little cat figure dangling from his schoolbag the very next day. ♡
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My courier whenever Lily sees an enemy and yells "DON'T WORRY PUMPKIN GRANDMA'S GOT YOU"
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helldreamz · 9 months
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ermm what the scallop
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bizarrescribblez · 1 year
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I’m a little normal about my spidersona/me and my involvement/friendships with every spiderman shown in the movie 💕
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sluttywonwoo · 3 months
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With wonwoo's hair getting longer, i think it will tickle your skin if he goes down on you... - 🪼
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fishermanshook · 3 months
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SEE YOU AGAIN (barmaid x gn!reader)
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# HAPPY (early) BDAY DEMI! , day 10 of @philomena-propellente ‘a valentines event , C4L , grammar and spelling warning
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Once a customer, always a customer, even if your journey ends here. Care for a drink?
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The sound of chatter and drinks clinking fills the Bourbon's tavern down the main street. Except for a lone seat at the bar, every chair has been occupied in just the first hour since the bar opened for the night. The drink orders have been coming in at rapid speed this night, and the duo can only try to keep up. Demi busies herself by getting out more ingredients for her brother, Sam, as he preps their secret to success: Dovlin. The next hit in the industry has people coming in from every corner of the world trying to get a sip.
But alas, her eyes refuse to leave her brother as he mixes and shakes the unknown ingredients together to make Dovlin's recognizable color. A deep, penetrating red that looks as if it's been pulled from humans itself. While she isn't entirely sure what lies in the drink, she trusts that her brother knows what he's doing.
Unfortunately for her, a bell near the front indicates that a new customer has arrived. Neither of them can take another drink order, but Demi reassures Sam that she's got this. The Barmaid takes a deep breath in before plastering on her best-serving smile and-
And she's greeted with you. Your eyes widen at the site of her, and a big smile graces your face as you almost leap to hug her. Demi laughs into your shoulder as she spins you around. "Hi hun, how are you?" she squeals. Demi takes your light giggle as 'good' and takes you to your unofficial seat in the tavern.
You've already been stripped of your coat and spot Demi hanging it up in the back so it doesn't get stolen. Immediately, the Barmaid's attention goes directly to you. You've been gone for some time now, guess all you can do is play catch up at this point. You're distracted by the magic that Demi performs, as she does all sorts of bartender tricks with your glass. Even earn some stares from the surrounding tables as they watch the Barmaid flip the glass and pour the wine. (Low clapping can be heard in the background of the tavern. For you, Demi would practice that trick during the time you were gone. Hoping to impress you by the time you arrive.)
After she's finished, Demi has produced your favorite drink. A purple, grape-flavored juice that invades your veins with excitement. The drink itself is familiar as well and makes you feel more at home in the tavern.
"You've been gone for a month [name] now just where did you run off to?" Demi questions you as she jabs you in the shoulder. She's more than happy to see you, but that still doesn't excuse the time that's passed since your unannounced departure. You take a sip from your drink. It's cold and fizz sending your stomach in a spiral. You wipe your mouth before speaking again.
"I apologize for going AWOL on you, I promise it won't happen again," You say with an apologetic look on your face. "I got caught up on a business trip and was forced to leave as soon as possible." You can't deny that your job doesn't pay you well, which forces you to go back and forth between different departments. That's why you've been coming to this bar for god knows how long. The leather seats have ripped with age, but the nostalgia grows stronger the longer you're separated from the tavern.
You take another sip from your glass. This time, the fizzy feeling became less prominent. "I also have received a rather... interesting letter. The sender is anonymous, and I couldn't pull any more information from it besides the fact that it's offering a large sum of money in exchange for my presence in a game." You hand Demi the letter. It feels smooth in her hands, like a ticket. A ticket to freedom. To a better life. "It's a promise to something greater in this little life of ours, and I'm contemplating taking them up on the offer. Do you or Sam perhaps know anything about Oletus Manor? Hello? Demi I-"
The memory ends there, and the Barmaid wakes up in a cold sweat with dried tears on her face.
note: like 5 months latter and I still can’t write Demi properly 😞 older readers do we recognize the purple drink???
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awee-struck · 6 months
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this man is a riot
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