Today we have the final two chapters of the terrible pain I wrote for @elorcanweekofficial

But today we shall be healed!

Read Chapter 5

Read Chapter 6 (NSFW)

Here's a snippet to tempt you:

“Would you stay?” She had wanted to sound so much stronger and surer than the rasp that fell from her lips. Elide licked at them, her throat suddenly parched. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? How did one ask for a touch that had terrified her for so long?

But Lorcan knew Elide. He’d grown accustomed to what it meant when she chewed on her lower lip and her eyes fell to the ground and her cheeks grew rosy. Elide was strong and cunning and clever. She knew what she wanted and needed often enough. And the man who stared down at her now, with eyes that were somehow impossibly darker than they had been a moment ago, could read her uncertainty like a map; it led him to the right conclusions.

“What do you need?” The question was not a command, the gravel in his voice not a growl. Her body thrummed with the building need within her, his words sinking into her blood and making it sing. 

“I want—“ she began. Then she took a breath. This was Lorcan, the towering male who had played her husband at her insistence. And this was her, the one who had glared up at him without flinching and without fear, from nearly the very first moment.

She would not flinch now. Not when ecstasy was waiting for them.

“I need ,” she corrected, “you to touch me.” Elide dared not look away from his face, her thoughts turning over and over as it tried to interpret the change in his expression. This time it was he who licked his lips, and she wondered if perhaps he was just as desperate as she.

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meteorologists report sky just a little bluer today, and it's because skyloft residents link and zelda are in love :)

little scrapped comic bc it felt a bit ooc to me in hindsight

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

he’s such a fangirl. he definitely has a few scrolls of adventures (and fanfiction) of the Blue Spirit and reads them every night while giggling and kicking his feet in the air.

they are so <3

Question, is there tiny soukoku corruption??????

With big Chuuya around I don't think Tiny would ever need to use Corruption. His tiny gravity manipulation isn't as strong.

But you got it in my head so let's picture it: there is this 3cm-tall dude that faintly glows red and throws deadly baseballs around. He's fast, dangerous, and, again, 3cm tall. Good luck catching, or even spotting him.

It's Chuuya who ends up having to catch him and throw him at Dazai like a ping pong ball so Dazai can nullify him. Or maybe throw Tinyzai at him. Your pick.

and then Tiny rolls over and starts snoring the hurt away because he's Chuuya and he's just built different.

tiny snore

Long distance loneliness

save me aventio hurt/comfort save me

911 Hiatus Rewatch and Parallels:

6x09 “Red Flag” -> 6x12 “Recovery” -> 6x15 “Death and Taxes”

BGM- Sad Girl - Super Mario Galaxy

ACT 1

ACT 2 - 1 <<< 30 / 31 / 32

Oh? The child finally opens up? Whatever could this mean? 🤔

"For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love For the gutless dogs, I got a love For the doomed youth, I got a love Won't you tell me please Why they got no love for me"

Were they a mistake left by an angel Or were they a deep kiss Those dimples are illegal But I love it anyway anyway anyway

for @cordiallyfuturedwight✨

[cr. 0613data, trans. doolsetbangtan]

I know what you are.

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🦇 (quick bruce sketch that went a little overboard)

"satoru."

your voice was a low timbre, a steady thing, and satoru felt like crying right then and there. he didn't, of course. he couldn't. he was still the strongest, even when he was with you. you didn't need a broken man craving validation and attention, you needed a good toy to fuck and break for the night and leave in the morning. that was okay. he could be that for you. he could be anything for you.

satoru looked at you past half-lidded eyes, a cheeky grin on his lips. "mm, right here," he said. "you're so boring, you're making me zone out."

you rolled your eyes, but it was clear that you didn't buy it. a knot formed between your brows, the beginnings of a question coiling on the tip of your lips, but you said nothing. he didn't expect you to. the both of you didn't come to each other to talk, after all. you were there to fuck and get fucked.

(still, satoru thought selfishly. it would have been nice if you asked.)

he arched his back when your hand wrapped around him, callouses built from years worth of wielding weapons digging into the tender skin of his cock. he whimpered. you smiled.

"still boring?"

satoru's grin didn't falter, even when he could feel the light in his eyes dim a little bit. "dunno. why don't you convince me a little mo— oh, fuck. yeah, just like that."

you didn't talk, and you didn't tell him sweet things, but the way you twisted your wrist and kissed his mouth told him enough. neither of you were very good at talking, but that didn't stop you from knowing precisely what he needed anyway.

you weren't kind to him when you dragged out his orgasms, cutting them off right as he's about to topple off the edge, forcing him to cum over and over again when his lungs were on fire and his legs were shaking on either side of you. but your unkindness was the only act of kindness he would allow himself to have.

you were the only person he would allow himself to have.

and this wasn't love, this wasn't a date, this wasn't anything at all. he was a fool for thinking that this could be more, an idiot for imagining a night when you would finally stay, a moron for hoping that one day you would look at him the same way—

"tell me." his voice was broken, ragged and ruined by his own heavy breaths. you looked at him, eyes wide and curious, hands sweeping his bangs back. "tell me i'm yours."

"you're mine," you answered easily. you had stopped hesitating a long time ago, and satoru was so selfishly grateful for it. good, it meant he could pretend a little longer.

"i'm your satoru," he said, an insistence, an offering.

you smiled. it wasn't an acceptance.

"that's right, my satoru."

but it wasn't rejection either.

—so maybe, being a fool wasn't such a bad thing if he could have this makeshift home with you just for a little while longer.