A simply little request 😁, Hero hears Villain whimper and has a little "Oh shit" moment, in a horny way, not a "feels bad about it" way, as Spicy as you'd like, I just adore sub Villain :) -💌

The whimper made the hero’s pupils expand.

With their one hand on the villain’s collarbone and the other disinfecting the cut on their torso, they should’ve been occupied with work, having something to concentrate on that demanded undivided attention. Though they were occupied, their body reacted with an embarrassing flush.

What the hell was happening to them?

For over a month now, they were a lazy copy of themselves: messy and clumsy, confused and tired. Hell, they couldn’t even sleep properly and when they did, their dreams were flooded with unholy scenarios.

“Relax, it’ll be fine.” They put more pressure on the villain’s collarbone to push them into the ground, making the villain grind their teeth and dig their fingernails into the hero’s wrist.

“Damn you,” they moaned. When they threw their head back, the hero was starting to lose focus again. Unacceptable.

“Don’t move. I need to clean this wound or it’ll get infected,” the hero threatened as they squeezed the villain’s shoulder. They swallowed, feeling the sweat on their brow already.

They contemplated if they should kill the villain here and now. They were vulnerable, helpless, completely depended on the hero and maybe if the villain was out of the picture, everything would slip back into normality. Maybe the hero’s tormented mind would find some peace to sink into.

Of course that was a stupid idea. The villain was an asshole. Once, only once the hero had trusted them. They’d been on a mission together and at the end, the villain had stabbed them in the back. Metaphorically.

But even though the hero couldn’t trust them and even though they were annoying — those weren’t reasons to kill them.

“Your hands are so fucking cold,” the villain hissed.

“I think that’s the tiniest of your problems right now,” the hero answered. Their voice wasn’t any warmer.

“Fucking smart ass.” The hero’s eyes jumped to their enemy’s. Sometimes they imagined to be able to see behind that curtain of foul language. It was inexplicable to them but they wanted to be the person to understand the villain. They wanted to be the one who understood the pain and the grief, what essentially had made them to be like this.

“Be nice,” they warned. Once again, their eyes landed on the villain’s. In their irises were more colours than the hero had ever noticed and when they stared into the air, the whites decorated with prominent red lines, the hero saw similarities to scared animals in them.

That comparison wasn’t easy to digest. The hero knew the villain was a person, too but seeing that they were a person was something different.

“What makes you the monster?” the hero whispered. The sudden question surprised the villain, so much in fact, that their grip on the hero tightened.

“What makes you the hero?” the villain asked right back. They gestured with their head at the hero cleaning their wound. “This?”

“Maybe it’s the decision to spare you.” That answer made the villain chuckle but it didn’t last long. They pressed their eyes shut as the pain hit them.

“I’m the monster because you told me I am. You are the reason why. You are what made me like this,” they said. The hero swallowed. No.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” they said, grabbing the bandages. “Let me pull some strings and I can arrange a fresh start for you.”

Again, the villain smiled and stupidly enough, the hero liked that. They wanted to help them, wanted them to themselves. To be the person that understood and accepted them.

“Oh, silly hero. You can’t help yourself, can you?” the villain asked. “Don’t you understand? It would destroy you to save me. Tell me, what are you without your monster?”

“I wouldn’t be without you, it just would be a different relationship.” They bit down into the flesh of their cheeks until they tasted metal.

“We don’t really want that, do we? Admit it, you like what we are. You like what we have. You love to push me into a wall and put handcuffs around my wrists. You love this. You want this.” There was something dangerous about the way they looked at the hero.

Something the hero couldn’t place.

Blushing and being unable to answer, the hero dipped some alcohol on the villain’s wound.

It made their enemy whimper again.

Sometimes, I look at the bios of all of you lovely people and see the things you like...and then I look at what I write...

And I worry that you won't like what you find here.

But you are here, so there must be some reason for it.

Which is to say; Thank you for being here. I love you all and I hope I continue to be interesting enough to keep you.

My second "I drew this with my finger" work. I started to watch Metalocalypse. Toki my beloved 🖤

I'll be glad to have you in my life a while

gay people can't flirt normally it's always gotta be some shit like "what stickers would you put on the jar that holds my voice?"

last night me and my good friuend worst enemy scriptliss jonah @webatrocities that i hate got on papa louie pals and made a bunch of scenes of us beating the shit out of each other and other shenanigans. enjoy

>.>

I am terribly sorry that this place has been so quiet.

I have been writing. A lot. There are two short stories on Amazon with my name on them now, with two others in progress and about nine more planned. There is also a novel in the hands of beta readers, to be dissected and criticized mercilessly until it is the best version of itself it can be before I publish it. Then there's another, unrelated novel that I'm a few chapters into writing. Oh, and a novella I'm about halfway into as well.

So yeah, a lot. I've been busy, not in a way that's easy to share or show and certainly not in an economically productive way (writing is not where the money is, it is exactly where it is not)…but busy.

There are no immediate pixelart or dev plans to share, but if you want to see what I've been up to it is over here -> @dyrewrites

Once my dev partner figures out what we're doing, I will probably be making fishing frog sprites and tiles. So this blog isn't dead, exactly, just sleeping...deeply.

we take breathing for granted until we have a stuffy nose

AHEM

i would like suga to put his tongue in my [redacted] and [redacted] my [redacted] at the same time btw

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/723844745449848832/thats-crazy-they-really-havent-yet

I feel like they might be using their possible renewal for mediaplay? Especially with articles like these that talk about how BP is so "essential" to YG and how they're doing everything they can just to have them renew. Like I can definitely see the media continuing to talk about how important BP is to YG, and then ultimately they'll renew because of their "strong love for their careers and their fans" or something like that. Because you're right, I feel like they would already know if they're going to renew or not. Dragging it until the very end seems over dramatic to me, but I could be wrong too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi anon!

That is what it looks like to me.

i swear math classes have some kinda soul sucking, life draining quality to them

because i can be wide awake but as soon as i enter a room even with a slight twinge of math i'm on the verge of passing out or i'm out cold within the first 20 mins

like math class is to my alertness and awareness as poison is to the afflicted pokemon

and i suck at math

(i'm like half asleep as i write this)

Working on something cool and i want to see if you guys might like a game of guess it😉

shuffling my tumblr page around a bit… this blog isn’t going to be much of a FFXIV one any more (although i will be taking part from time to time!) as my interests have diverged to ttrpg and other projects… will keep the blog name for now bc it is Close To My Heart

if you are just here for ffxiv, i implore you to [kate bush scream] GET OUT OF MY HOUSE… ty for the good times…. otherwise please enjoy the blorbos

screaming and crying i have so much pent up energy and emotion rn and i cant sleep. like im just IBFNUVNFUUNN AHHHHHH and smiling aggressively because i remembered that i have a lover. Like its just so crazy to me idk. i never thought i could love them more then i already did but KINFNFHUNFNRJ THAT WAS A LIE APPARENTLY!!! i have so much affection to give but idk how to express it so idfhucdfnufdnu i just want to watch musicals and movies with you foreva and eva and hug you so o so so much and never let go and i would like to shout from the rooftops “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SO PERFECT!” like ijdenecuurchn i can not express how much emotion i feel for this silly guy. they r so silly and have the silliest dog and its name is so silly and idfk what im saying atp. i am just so so so so incredibly happy :D They said “I am a boyfriend” THEY ARE A BOYFRIEND!!! OR A PARTNER!!! OR A GIRLFRIEND!!! AND ALL THREE ARE MINE!!! WHAT THE HELL HOW AM I SO LUCKY??? insane how that works. in the classes we have together half of the time i am just looking at you i do not know what happened at all today in english because i was so absolutely overwhelmed by your perfection. that was why i was making those like agressive hand gestures because i got so absolutely overwhelmed and i couldn’t do one of these tangents CAUSE WE WERE IN ENGLISH CLASS but still like i just wanted to hug you and hold you and watch the hit musicals heathers and be more chill (we haven’t watched that one yet but we should) together and GOD JDHDNSJSJ why cant i be bcj on the floor of the math classroom again with you for ever and ever that woukd be good i think