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THE BLOODLINE (09 July, 2021)

eimiko love

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Deathloop (Video Game), Dishonored (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Julianna Blake & Billie Lurk Characters: Julianna "Jules" Blake, Billie Lurk | Meagan Foster, Frank Spicer, Colt Vahn Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Julianna being unhinged, and Billie going along with it, Fluff, occasionally, They need a hug, and therapy, but that's not my job, Cozy Summary:

After killing the Outsider, Billie wakes up on the shore of Blackreef. Chaos and a friendship with the local archivist ensues.

hello!! for the valentine’s day ficlets requests, I’d like to ask for 3 ships if that’s okay 🥹🥹

- SakiHen, With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

Thank you for requesting, the ficlet is under the cut! I hope you'll like it! I'll try to add a little sketch for every ficlet too. I accept requests for this ficlets all the month! So you can continue requesting. English isn't my mother Language so if you (anyone) sees a grammar mistake or mispelling you can tell me to fix it! Reblogs and likes are appreciate, since fics didn't usually get a lot of love.

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets [SakiHen] Henmi always really liked going to his friend Sakiyama's house to spend the night, since he was little and as far back as his memory allowed, he remembered those moments as something very special. The two would get together after finishing school and go to the house of Sakiyama's grandmother who lived on the outskirts of the city in a large traditional house with a beautiful garden that Henmi enjoyed walking through even when he already knew every herb and every stone like the palm of his hand. The days when his family allowed him to go to his friend's house were days of fun, and with the time they became days of liberation. In that house he felt accepted and protected, the only place where he did not have to constantly prove his own worth because his worth was measured in his mere company. Perhaps it was partly because Sakiyama's grandmother loved him like another grandchild, or perhaps it was because Sakiyama's presence gave him a security he didn't feel anywhere else or with anyone else.

In his own home, Henmi was always required to uphold the name of his family, and although due to his upbringing it was something that had been deeply instilled within him, making him proud and sometimes vain, as he grew up he discovered that he was not one of those prodigies who were able to stay on top, could never be number one in academics and could never be number one in sports. But he never lowered his head for this reason and although he could not be the best, he made an effort so that his family could be proud of him.

So when he could get out of this environment of continuous judgment, Henmi could breathe. Visiting Sakiyama's home was one of the few liberties he was allowed since Henmi's family held the other family in high regard ever since Sakiyama's great-grandfather saved Henmi's great-grandfather. Those days that turned into nights were a blast of cold air on a hot and stifling summer day. Since they arrived and the old woman received them, the aura that enveloped Henmi changed completely.

In that place he felt protected, in that place he felt accepted, in that place he felt that he could enjoy being a child, a teenager... In that place he was together with Sakiyama eating cookies and drinking tea, watching television, playing, having a bath in a huge wooden tub and having dinner. In that place he felt at home.

And when the woman sent them to sleep and they obediently went to bed, the real fun began.

Henmi and Sakiyama made a bunker under the bed blankets, lit a flashlight and talked in low voices between breathy giggles and barely controlled excited screams. In addition, the blond always managed to steal some cookies that they ate, filling the sheets with crumbs. Under those sheets they read adventure books, under those blankets they planned their own adventures, talking about their trips around the world when they were older, about how many adventures they would find, how many imaginary worlds they would travel... Under those blankets they were both happy. Henmi didn’t need to prove anything to Sakiyama and Sakiyama didn’t need to prove anything to Henmi, they were the same, they were colleagues, they were accomplices, they were themselves.

That late-winter night of their second year of High School, they snuggled under the sheets and blankets on Sakiyama's bed as usual, even though by now they had grown so large that being in the same bed was uncomfortable. But they kept doing it, perhaps out of tradition, perhaps because of the secrets they kept.

Sakiyama had a small orange flashlight he'd gotten from a survival store lighted, and they were holding an aged-looking world map open as they ate chocolate chip cookies.

They were talking about all the places Henmi had visited throughout his life, since the boy traveled constantly with his family around the world and from those trips he brought back anecdotes for his friend who had only been overseas a couple of times to visit his parents who lived abroad.

It was a conversation monopolized by Henmi, but the blond had no problem with it because he liked to hear him talk with bright eyes about everything he discovered on those trips, his experiences, his meetings, the food, the culture... His golden eyes glowed with emotion when they related everything to his friend who was lost in his gaze trying to imagine what he was bringing for him: adventures. Henmi told him about true wonders, told him about gigantic open deserts and small alleys from centuries past, told him about dense tropical jungles and tall skyscrapers, told him about famous works of art and corners unknown to most tourists. And he tried to recreate in his imagination what those places would be like since he only saw through photos or television but that in Henmi's raspy voice had a different magic, as if they were taken from a fairy tale.

“Where would you like to travel if you could choose a place?” asked Henmi after they both laughed at an incident with a street hot dog vendor in New York.

Sakiyama was silent, thoughtful… He hated traveling to see his parents instead of going on adventures with Henmi.

"To your heart."

Henmi dropped the cookie he was eating with a pounding in his chest and turned slightly flushed to his friend who was staring at him. He raised his eyebrows in a mute question, and Sakiyama bit his lip and frowned doubtfully, but then looked back at him, his voice shaking as he answered. Opening his heart to the one person he allowed to get close to that part of him, showing how vulnerable he felt at that moment.

"I love you." His voice was barely a hoarse murmur under the blankets.

I'd actually like to see more interaction between Vlad & your draconologist. They were kinda cute.

You know that picture of the little parrot and the big black parrot with the caption: Big tiddy goth gf yelling at me, me being secretly turned on? That's them- except Maven is a smol dirt gremlin that WILL throw hands with the fancy man. And he thinks it's hot.

i literally just cannot stop thinking about Robin and Steve’s heart to heart while they were making molotov cocktails

instigator jimin (unstoppable force) vs. oblivious seokjin (immovable object)

No harm in doing so

(Lucifer and Diavolo prob calls eachother Luci and Dia when it's just them alone and you CANNOT tell me otherwise)

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Lucifer has been on a search for his socks lately. They were special since it was MC who gifted it to him but the thought of his brothers passing them around without him knowing really pisses his mind off. When it first went missing he found it neatly tied and placed on a nearly-ready-to-burn pot then the second was that it was literally GONE so why was he on his way to the Demon Lords Castle when it's probably not there.

He doubted his choices but he was already at the gates anyway. Barbatos appeared and he waited for a few seconds impatiently patiently for barbatos's permission in letting him in with the excuse of "I need to have a word with the Future Demon King himself personally." And on he goes to the golden staircases and through the corridors and saw Diavolo on his way.

“Ah! Pleasure to see you here Luci.” “Dia, I believe you have seen my Demon silk moth socks?..” “Yes, I have actually worn them too.” “....” Lucifer sighed and called for Barbatos to lead him to where it is and almost fainted in joy after seeing his precious Demon silk moth socks unharmed.

“These socks mean to you alot don't they Luci?” “Yes they do, they were gifted to me after all.” “Ah, that makes sense I see.” Both exchanged goodbyes as Lucifer quickly went back to HoL to put them on and even thought of storing them away in a safe next time.

He reaches for his D.D.D to text MC that he had finally found where the socks went.

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Visual representation of my christmas so far

Normal morning in Ishgard, really.

kinda funny to me that i made a v kind, peaceful and reluctant toward violence oc and then gave her a gun

honestly the ARR relics are a grind, but the eureka relics are a time sink

Oh it was so worth getting the new mount on both of them

my 144p children

atlas moon.

i miss e11s !! eden’s promise anamorphosis savage !!!