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#screamin' 20s
luckyblackcatxiii · 1 year
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FINALLY the VtM dump I’ve been waiting to do: the Antonio (Toni) Palermo post!
Sicilian immigrant, freshly dumped in New York City, a recently embraced thin-blood and an original interest of his boss, Manuel was originally ordered to stick around Toni simply for political reasons and helping him ease into the kindred lifestyle, but the two quickly have become best friends and a ridiculous, silly duo. Toni’s a very goofy guy and it’s hard not to be endeared to him, much to Manuel’s initial lone-wolf streak’s chagrin. 
The two are very much ride or die now and it’s all Toni’s fault Manuel is improving as a person <33
(Also yes, most of these are just re-drawn shitposts because Toni exudes shit post energy that it’s hard NOT to do them...also because I worked hard on it, here’s the full sized version of my 20′s I Love You Man poster
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jedi-kat-18 · 5 months
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I think something that would be really spicy for Screamin' 20s is pairing the classic cosmic horror theme of "Forbidden Knowledge" with the theme of "ignorance doesn't actually protect you."
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sylvansleuth · 2 years
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Unglovéd hands touch😳🤚
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bettiqua · 11 months
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sheet ref for an NPC from my vtm game set in the 20s! rosario is @luckyblackcatxiii's boy manuel's vampire boss, and he's a scummy CEO that's been yanking manuel's chain since he first met him.
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I’m listening to an electro-swing radio to get my head back into writing this Promethean!Janus fic.
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Even tho given the location - a small town in the middle of the Dust Bowl’d probably have more of a folk, blues, and bluegrass-y scene (than swing/jazz).
(Totally gonna have Virgil singing some blues at the end here.)
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myster-tea · 2 years
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Definitely didn’t have a mental breakdown about life repeating itself today and almost loosing another friend then drew vent art in flex class and showed it to my ela teacher because I was like “holy shit!!!! it’s symbolism!!!!! look at that the thing we are talking about right now!!!” And then info-dumped about my story and definitely nope definitely didn’t turn yet another writing project into an excuse for writing about my stories NOPE NOT AT ALL-
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shotmrmiller · 5 days
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shit! but! imagine going out or just going to the bookstore, suddenly you bump into this big guy who was to busy looking through sketch books, knock you down “sorry lassie, didn’t se ya” and WHOOPS THE WORD IS SUDDENLY SO COLORFUL! it’s a meet cute, identical to some cliche rom com, but damn it feels great, you’re a bit about skeptical about meeting you soulmate, but you’re in your 20s there plenty of time, and this you meet Johnny! Suddenly the plans for they day are canceled, you spend the rest of day in the pub - he asks you about yourself, beaming with some awestruck look on his face, listening to every word you say. You learn that he’s in his 30s, currently on vacatio n visiting a mate, loves drawing, doesn’t love dog, hiscurrents rents a pace in Glasgow, but his (large) family lives Kilmarnock, apparently his “ma”s going to be so happy that you two have met, a bit shyly admits that his waited for this day for as long as he can remember. And it feels good, Johnny is charming and funny, even his bloody Mohawk can be tolerated by his accent, which makes you feel all hot not just in your cheeks. And maybe you sting to much at the pub, or its the magic of soulmate or whatever but the very first night with you soulmate is spent moaning his name as breeds you like his life depends on it. Only to all of euphoria to be crush at the sunlight of the morning when you spot a SAS tatto in his arm and you supposed true love broadly stating that he recently have been promoted to captain, acting really surprised why you reacting this way, he’s protecting you! it’s a good thing! look, Bonnie, he’s doing this for you! imagine how proud your kids are gonna be when they are going to tell their class that their deddy is a hero! not like the British army has ever done smt bad! you’re irrational! come on, don’t start screaming! you’ll need this energy to peck you staff to his home🥰
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lmaoooo
god the "come on, aye? stop yer screamin!" is sending me. like he's genuinely confused, like oi? is it a spider? why ye lookin' at me like tha'?
where you goin'? what's the rush? want me to take ye?
just utterly oblivious cuz he's head over heels and you're literally just screaming bloody murder and chucking shoes at him n shit.
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kentoberry · 2 years
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MON CHERI. — toji fushiguro.
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ABOUT: toji knows the horrors of the zen'in clan, and offers something a little more than comfort to naoya's wife.
NOTES: naoya is in his early 20s and toji is in his late 20s. set before toji leaves the clan. i wrote a lot of this while spaced out on pain meds so... yeah LOL
CWS: sub fem reader, some canon divergence, cheating, arranged marriage, toxic relationships, breeding, dubcon, impregnation, controlling behaviour (from naoya), hymen breaking, implied v*rginity loss, p*ssy inspection, misogyny, car s*x, fingering, thigh riding, overuse of pet names, slight hand f3tish, spit, choking mention, dirty talk.
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well, that’s one way to get back at the zen’in clan.
you’d been betrothed to naoya zen’in before you could even pronounce the word “engagement”, as the elders from your respective clans thought that it would be beneficial in a political sense. you were raised to understand that this was how things must be, and that there was no backing out. it wasn’t until your wedding day that you finally met naoya, having spent your days as a little girl dreaming that as you walked down the aisle, you’d be taking steps towards your prince charming. oh, how wrong you were.
naoya was an absolute asshole from the very beginning. he even instructed the officiant at your wedding to “get this over with” as soon as possible, and barely even made eye contact with you throughout the ceremony. your heart shattered into a billion tiny pieces, but you grinned and beared it. you knew that there was a chance that you’d be stuck in a loveless marriage, and that was now your reality.
the first night that you spent together, your new husband’s first question to you was regarding your abilities to bear a child. not whether or not you wanted one, but rather when you would be able to get pregnant. he wanted to secure an heir, which would thus secure his position in the clan. naoya truly didn’t care about you, his only goal was to breed a baby into your fertile cunt.
hell, he even poked and prodded at your pussy, satisfied only when you winced and a small trail of blood followed. the man hadn’t truly believed that you were a virgin, all modern women were cockhungry whores to him, so he resorted to inspecting your hymen himself. in naoya’s eyes, your body now belonged to him.
fast forward to your six month anniversary. you barely left the estate. naoya ensured that you be stuffed and bred full of his semen every night, the filthiest of names slipping past his lips as he degraded you and berated you for the fact that you weren’t yet carrying his child. you were nothing more than the man’s cumdump, following his every rule down to the detail. at events, he paraded you around as the perfect piece of arm candy, giving every attendee the impression that you were a happily married pair.
it was at one of these events that you’d been introduced to naoya’s cousin, who looked as though he didn’t want to be there anymore than you did. he introduced himself as toji, and wasted no time in talking shit about the clan that you had unknowingly married into. if naoya had cared enough to pay attention to you, he would have dragged you away from the other man. but he didn’t. instead, you spent majority of the evening listening to toji’s stories, promising him that you would do everything in your power to ensure a brighter future for the zen’in clan.
“but ya don’t have any power in y’r relationship, do ya, princess?”
you looked down to mask the heat that spread across your cheeks, such pet names feeling foreign to you. toji knew that he was right, and continued chatting away as he nursed his glass of alcohol.
“naoya’s always been a real piece of work. never fuckin’ treated a woman right in his life. always screamin’ at his maids to do everything for him, firing them if they made the slightest fuck-up. always felt sorry for the poor lass that would end up with ‘im. doubt he’s ever even made ya cum.”
the man took a moment to evaluate your expression, which only confirmed his prior assumption. he took pity on you, really. the rough spoken man knew the atrocities that the zen’ins were capable of, and the scar along his lip was evidence of such. feeling sorry, he resorted to what he knew best, hollering at the bartender for two more drinks, one for each of you.
“i, umm, i can’t drink,” you mumbled.
“don’t tell me he dictates what ya put in your body, darlin’. . .”
“no! no!” your voice was apologetic, as though you’d said something that you shouldn’t have. “it’s not like that; alcohol just isn’t good when you’re trying to conceive…”
toji scoffed. “you want to get knocked up by that man? you insane, princess?”
you sighed in defeat. “he wants a baby, so i need to have one. it’s what i’m supposed to do.”
your face depicted a sight that he knew all to well. toji put an arm over your shoulders slowly so as not to make you jump. he saw the tears that you worked to conceal, hand slowly rubbing your arm in attempt to soothe you.
“let’s get out of here. tell the cunt that you aren’t feeling too well; makes sense to be if he’s tryna put a kid in ya. i’ll take you home, maybe drive around a little if ya want. y’r a sweetheart, don’t let him ruin it, okay?”
you simply nodded, feeling strange that a zen’in was giving you a choice.
“i’ll go grab my jacket, and meet ya by the door. is that alright with you?”
again, you nodded. you smoothed out your outfit, once again putting on a brave face and seeking out your husband. it didn’t take too long to spot the blonde, pushing your way through seas of people to reach him. you kept your hand situated on your lower stomach, hoping that it helped to sell your fake story.
upon approaching him, you called his name though to no avail. it took tugging on his sleeve to finally gain his attention, which resulted in him turning to you with a disdainful expression. “what?” he queried coldly.
you began muttering about how you weren’t feeling too well and were needing to head home, but were cut off by him-
“speak up, woman. you’re wasting my time.”
you did just that, leaning closer to him so that he could hear you better.
“whatever.”
despite being used to naoya’s lack of human emotion, it still hurt. as though your wedding day was a knife being plunged into your stomach, and each insult was your husband twisting the weapon. there was no ‘stay safe, honey!’ or concern regarding how you were getting back to your room, he just liked that he controlled you enough that you felt the desire to inform him of your every move.
you kept your head low as you went to reunite with toji, who leant against the venue’s door frame, fiddling with the keys to his car in hand. mustering up a tiny smile, you greeted your knight in shining armour and headed out with him.
toji was quick to open the passenger side door of his vintage mustang, allowing you to get in with ease. such a simple act of chivalry made your heart flutter in a way that you knew it shouldn’t. the little girl who’d been suppressed inside of you for so long suddenly sprung back to life, making you feel like the raven haired man was your prince charming helping you into your bespoke carriage. you almost felt giddy, a feeling that grew overwhelming to the point that tears began to gather along your waterline.
in the meantime, toji had started the car’s engine and was ready to pull out of the parking lot of empty cars. he checked on his fuel gauge before looking over to you.
his drawled “everything alright, darlin’?” was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. you began spilling your guts to the borderline stranger, detailing how unhappy your marriage to naoya made you and all of the shit that he put you through.
toji turned off the car, pulling your weeping form into his chest as he hushed you. he was a man of few words in that moment, instead doing his best to provide the comfort to you that had been absent during his own experiences with the harshness of the zen’in clan.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured, “it’s not your fault.”
you could have sworn the man was struggling to hold back his own tears as you finally looked up at him, though before you could fully discern his emotions, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead, mumbling that you didn’t deserve to be put through such trials and tribulations. you seemed a sweet soul.
the kiss, albeit innocent, flustered you. it was laced with a gentleness that you had never experienced. naoya was the only man that you had ever been intimate with, and he’d been the furthest from benevolent that one could be. it made you forget the ring on your left hand, instinctively tilting your chin up and pulling toji in for another kiss.
he hadn’t expected to feel your lips against his own. the smell of your expensive perfume overwhelmed him, feeling intoxicated by your touch. he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, grabbing your hips and encouraging you to straddle him in the driver’s seat.
upon pulling away for a brief moment to catch his breath, toji informed you of the tinted windows, promising that nobody would see whatever you both found yourselves getting up to.
with hair and makeup a mess, you found yourself grinding against his thigh in an attempt for some friction. the way that the hem of your dress had splayed over toji's lap meant that your cunt bordered on bare because of the sheer black lace that naoya ordered you wear. the material covering your slit was thin, the perfect opportunity for your husband to tear in two when he got impatient with the preparations required before fucking you.
there was an obvious wet patch soaking its way through the fabric, something that toji noticed after swiping two fingers against your clothed pussy.
"she's already drippin', doll," he growled, voice having dropped another octave. he slipped your panties aside, traipsing his digits along your dampened folds. afterwards, he placed his slick coated fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his hand. "shit, darlin', y'r fuckin' heavenly."
before you could even make a sound, toji pulled you in for another kiss. you could taste the faint remnants of your arousal on his taste buds, making a move to pull back that would have been successful if not for his hand pressing against the back of your head, keeping you in place.
“sweetheart,” he grumbled, hot breath fanning the sensitive skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “sure about this?”
you were quick to utter the affirmative, shortly followed by whimpering at the loss of contact as toji lifted you back into the passenger’s seat. he chuckled at the reaction, feeling lucky to have elicited such a reaction from you. switching the engine back on, the man began speeding out of the lot.
you were certain that you couldn’t wait a moment longer. perhaps it was the idea of doing something so taboo mixed with the anticipation that being with toji had already generated. your hand slipped underneath your dress, hiking the material up your thighs as you caressed the tender skin. your breath caught in your throat as your fingers ghosted over your clothed clit, whining at the sensation.
“can’t even wait f’me, princess?” toji smirked. instead of chiding you for such brattiness, he chose to indulge you, even moving his hand from the gearstick to peel away your underwear.
you could have sworn you heard him moan at the sight of your glistening cunt, not even caring that your arousal seeped onto his fine leather upholstery. all whilst keeping his composure with driving, he slipped a finger into your weeping folds and began to fuck you. in response, you simply gripped his arm. he took it as a sign that you were enjoying this, deciding upon adding another digit to your hole. with ease, he located the rough spot that made your toes curl, massaging circles into it as he began to stretch your pretty cunt open. with the way that you were practically creaming on his hand, he could truly tell how your husband had been neglecting your needs and desires.
as toji came into contact with a red light, he took a moment to halt the car and immediately provided you with his undivided attention. his first action was to roughly spit onto your pussy, using his thumb to spread his saliva and make a mess of your cunt. as possessive as it may seem, he wanted to taint your body in all the lewd ways that he could think of. you deserved to be his princess, not naoya’s pathetic little cumdump.
“play with y’r clit, doll,” he instructed, and you did just that. nay, you went above and beyond his instructions. you released his arm and began groping at your tits, allowing for them to spill over the neckline of your dress for better access. you played with your stiffening nipples, tweaking and tugging as your other hand made a beeline for your swollen clit, the pads of your fingers becoming coated in the concoction of your slick and toji’s spit.
toji briefly palmed the growing bulge in his pants before placing his hand back on the steering wheel. when he had to remove his hand from your cunt in order to shift gears, you considered teasing him about not driving something automatic in this day and age but were instead distracted by how fucking attractive his veiny hand looked wrapped around the piece of machinery. it only turned you on even more when you saw the shimmering of your arousal still coating his middle and ring finger. you couldn’t help but wonder how his hand would feel wrapped around your throat.
when he could spare a hand once again, toji’s fingers plunged back into your hole. due to the fact that you’d been brutally toying with your clit whilst indulging in such salacious ideas of the man, he could feel your walls flutter around him, indicating that you were likely close to an orgasm.
toji didn’t alter the speed of his movements, instead he resorted to using his words to attempt to tip you over the edge.
“‘s it, gonna cum all over my car, pretty thing? can’t even wait f’r my cock? bet you’re thinkin’ about me, aren’t ya, darlin’? want me to ruin ya, fuck ya like you wish that no good piece of shit you call a husband can’t. when we get home, i don’t think i’ll be satisfied ‘til i’ve destroyed that pretty little pussy on every fuckin’ surface i got. you’d like that, wouldn’t ya? cunt feels so good, can’t wait until my fat cock is buried deep in her, stretching the poor girl out until she’s creamin’ f’me.”
his words went straight to your core, though it was one final sentence that really tipped you over the edge.
“maybe i’ll do what he never could ‘nd put a baby in ya, princess,”
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dellalyra · 9 months
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I looked at the prompt list, but i literally COULD NOT decide, but i was thinking, what if Megumi or Tsumiki had a really bad nightmare? How would Gojo and Reader help them? I was thinking baby Megumi, in his sleepy, not being as menacing and just being scared and asking reader for help (cause gojo would bully him)
Also Ily, thank you for your service to society.
A/N: cryin screamin throwin up i can’t this was so sweet to write I think I got a cavity. Having soft sleepy baby Megumi made me so happy to write bc I feel he definitely had his vulnerable tiny little boy moments with these two after he settled in - still a prickly little cactus man most days but occasionally he just needed a cuddle - bc who wouldn’t? Especially if it’s Gojo giving them. Also ily and thank you so much these kind of messages MAKE MY FUCKIN DAY. Keep em coming!!!!!
listen to: luv note - chloe moriondo
la lune - billie marten
A Little Extra Love
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Waking up to the sound of obvious nightmares wasn’t unusual for you. You’d been sleeping beside Satoru for a couple of years now, and you’ve shared rooms with Geto and Shoko - the four of you have seen too much shit to sleep unscathed. At least once a month, you’d be sitting with Satoru, still shaking and crying from the lingering feelings of fear and pain stemming from the nightmare - of Riko, of Suguru, of Toji - of losing you. You were no stranger yourself, dreams of bloodied white hair in your lap and vacant blue eyes with a stab wound through his throat plagued you - the image of Suguru holding a young girl's corpse, of the last time you saw Haibara all poisoned your sleep now and again.
So waking at 2am to the sounds of soft whimpers made you immediately turn around to wake your boyfriend from what you expected to be his nightmare - only to find him fast asleep, hair wild across the pillow and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay starfished across the bed. There was no relief however in seeing a peaceful Satoru - because that meant it was one of the kids.
They’d been with you for about 9 months now, and it was almost Megumi’s 7th birthday.
You bolted up, trying to stay silent as you creeped out your door and ran down the hallway to the kids rooms - the sound was coming from Megumi’s room so you softly opened the door and came face to face with a sight that broke your heart. Megumi was clutching his frog plush so tight that his small knuckles were white and his face was contorted in fear - whimpers and soft cries coming from his trembling mouth.
Dashing across to his bed, you gently sat on the bed beside him. You knew that waking anyone - let alone a 6 year old - abruptly from a nightmare would only cause more fear, so you began to softly coo his name and stroke his soft black hair away from his face. After about 20 seconds, you placed a hand on his little chest and rubbed soothing circles - causing his eyes to flash open and the frog to be clutched even tighter to his chest as he let out a yelp at whatever woke him, eyes wide and petrified frantically scanning the room before he surprised you by flinging his tiny arms around your neck and clutching you right and crawling his way into your lap.
“You’re okay sweet boy, you’re safe. It was a nasty dream, that’s all.” You coo into his hair, with the softest voice you can muster. You hate seeing him like this, you wish he didn’t have the trauma he did so he could worry about things normal little boys did instead.
He sniffled into your chest, head pressed into your fluffy pyjama top face first. You continue the slow cycles on his back and wrap your arm around his legs to keep his close to you.
“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” You ask.
He shudders, but nods.
“He c-came to get us, my dad, he came in here and took me and ‘Miki and said w-we had to leave with him to the big Zen’in family and never come home again and h-he said you didn’t w-want us and-” and the sobs took over as you got the gist of the dream and if the ghost of Toji Fushiguro was in front of you right now you’d kill him and send him back to hell again.
“Oh, my sweet boy - that’s never gonna happen. We’re never leaving you or Tsumiki, we always will want you guys - we love you both so much. I promise, no matter how much me and Satoru annoy you guys you can’t get rid of us, ‘Kay? We’re a family now. Your dad isn’t taking you from us, pinky promise.”
‘Because your unofficially adopted father killed him and him and I threatened the Zen’in family so much that they’re too scared to come within a mile of you two!’ Is the bit you leave out.
You also leave out that you and Satoru are looking at legally adopting them - that’s for another, happier time.
He sticks his little pinkie finger out and locks it with yours, sniffling a tiny bit more and rubbing his face (snot and all) onto your koala print top, but you couldn’t care less when you can feel the shaking start to settle.
“We can stay with you guys forever, ‘Miki too? Even though she has no magic stuff like me and you guys because the Zen’in said that she wasn’t worth keeping and -” He asks.
“Megumi - we don’t want you two because of what you can or can’t do - we love you guys as Megumi and Tsumiki, nothing else. Even if neither of you could do any of that stuff, you’re stuck with us, okay? Satoru and I have enough magic to keep us all safe - the whole family, okay?” You hate the Zen’in family for even planting that fear in his little brain.
“I love you too.” He says as his tears dry and you wipe his little face. This is only the second time he’s said it to you both, once was a few weeks ago when you and Satoru put him to sleep and both whispered “love you!” into his softly lit room and he whispered “love you guys too.”
You both sobbed that night - you’re both only 21 - can’t be doing that bad of a job with them if he says it back, can you?
“You’re such a brave boy. If you get more yucky dreams again, you come get me or Satoru, okay?” You plonk a kiss on his spiky hair.
“Just you. Not Satoru.” He looks down, fiddling with your necklace.
“Why not, sweetie?”
“I - don’t want him to know.”
“About the nightmares?”
He nods.
“He - he’s the strongest. I don’t want him to think I’m not brave or strong.” He says, words that shouldn’t even compute that way in his head.
“Absolutely not - baby, who told you that being scared makes you not brave or strong?” You tilt his little head up.
“My dad.”
“Well your dad’s dumb then. You can only be really brave if you’re scared. Being scared and fighting anyway is the bravest thing a person can do, I promise. Think about it this way - who’s the bravest and strongest person you know?” You ask as he giggles at you saying Toji’s dumb (you’ve plenty of other names too for that man.)
“You and Satoru.” He says with such resolve your heart melts, you expected him to say Satoru, so being included felt good.
“Satoru and I both get nightmares too, I had one last week, Satoru a few nights ago. It doesn’t mean you’re not brave or strong - it just means you need a little extra love, that’s all.” You nod at him, and you seem the surprise in his eyes at the revelation that the strongest and bravest people he knows get nightmares too, shattering the words Toji had planted into smithereens. How could nightmares mean you’re not those things if you guys had them? You had to know, because you and Aunty Koko were the smartest people in the world. Maybe Ijichi too.
He’s quiet for a minute.
“So if I have a bad dream - I can come get you or Satoru?” He asks.
“You can get more or him for anything at all, honey, not just bad dreams. We’re always here for you, and nothing will change our minds about how much we love you, or how brave and strong and smart and kind you are - ‘Kay?” He nods into your chest at this.
He settles down, small fingers still fiddling with your pendant.
“C’mon, do you wanna come stay with us in our room tonight?” You say.
He thinks for a second.
Then nods, and yawns.
So you lift him onto your hip, ensuring he has his frog and his water bottle and carry him down the hall into your room. Satoru’s still splayed across the bed like he’s determined to use every single centimetre of his long ass body to claim territory.
You point at the drool on his face and Megumi giggles, hearing Satoru order dessert in his sleep.
You lay him down between you both, and crawl in under the covers as he settles in - the movement stirring Satoru, who’s eyes open and he looks in confusion.
“Princess whatcha doin’ up? S’late. Wait - what you doin’ here kid?” He slurs, lifting himself onto his side to face you both.
Megumi looks at you and you smile, tucking him into the bed with you both.
“‘Gumi had a bad dream, ‘toru - so he’s going to stay with us tonight, a little extra love - yeah?” You say, petting both your boys hair. ‘A little extra love’ was what you had said to Satoru when you found him awake after a nightmare back in first year of high school. He smiled at that, eyes dropping back closed as he ruffled Megumi’s hair.
“Bad dream are the worst, aren’t they kiddo? I hate ‘em. If any bad guys come near you I’ll blast them into space, ‘kay? You just shout for me in your dream and let me deal with ‘em.” Satoru mumbles, sleep quickly taking him again, as he shuffles in closer to the middle and you both wrap an arm around the little boy who is snuggling in to return to sleep.
“Promise?” Megumi asks, poking Satoru’s nose.
“Pinky promise.” Satoru replies, lips quirked but eyes shut.
Megumi smiles softly to himself, and hugs his frog and shuts his eyes.
You let out a yawn, eyes closing heavy.
“Goodnight boys, I love you both.”
“Night Y/N. Luh’ you too.” Megumi mumbles, hair splayed almost identically to Satoru’s.
“Night night, Princess. Love ya’ always, you too kiddo.”
No more nightmares that night, just four sleeping soundly in a quiet cottage.
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luckyblackcatxiii · 11 months
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ACEN IS AROUND THE CORNER and for fun, my girlfriend and I are making OC trading cards to sell and/or give away :3c So have my two favorite men <3
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jedi-kat-18 · 6 months
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does cynthia know about the molting thing? if so, how does she feel about it? or does she ever find out, and what's her reaction?
She knows. The group does, in fact. They find out about it some time after they find out Sam's a serpent person, and the general reaction is "oh you poor man that must be awful." Cynthia in particular tries her best to be helpful while Sam's shedding, which he really appreciates.
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greenscreen-dress · 6 months
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Artefactober Day 3: Axe of the Screamin' Void
"A legendary axe that never stops shredding."
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Possibly the artefact that inspired me to start this whole challenge, because the OG sprite is lovely but the "Axe" aspect really fails to live up to the epicness of its name ^^;
Prompt list: here
Design ramblings, a question, and no bg version under the cut:
I'm VERY happy with how this one turned out!! I used Xisuma's actual guitar as a reference (Ibanez Universe UV70P-BK, shout-out to his website for having a handy instrument list), and then just strapped the biggest most unwieldy pair of massive RPG battleaxe blades to the sides and it looks just like I imagined aaaaaaaa... It is genuinely MASSIVE though, really pushing the limits of the 48x48 pixel canvas I'm using for all of these. Literally the longest straight lines in the axe blades hits two edges of the canvas, and the headstock hits the top,, yea it's a big boi :D
Also! I need people's opinions on this: do you guys prefer the version above, or this one here where the artefact looks more integrated into the image? Like so ↓
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I'd still have the no-bg version down here so ppl can see the colours of the thing without a blendy blue gradient over the top, but I'd love to know if ppl have a preference or don't mind either way.
Here's the no-bg btw ^^
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...Oughh 20 mins to midnight again, it's been done for a few hours but I got distracted by Tumblr and Cub streams and now GIGS phasmo... There's always something going on 🫠
Anyway I appreciate anyone who read all this rambling!
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bettiqua · 1 year
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me and @luckyblackcatxiii made a phantom thief AU for our V:tM characters (set in the 20s, like our game is), rosario (the thief that has a huge crush on the officer that's been assigned to hound him) and manuel (the officer that is relentlessly flirted with and confounded), HEHEH
rosario flirts with manuel as a regular businessman, too, so manuel is pulled in two directions...
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notiddygxthgf · 4 months
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In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more.
(or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)
❝ TELL NOBODY I CONTROL YOU.
I BROKE YOU JUST TO OWN YOU.
THEY CAN'T TELL THAT I LOVE YOU
'CUZ YOU'RE LOYAL, BABY,
I LOVE WHEN YOU'RE SUBMISSIVE
LOVE IT WHEN I BREAK SKIN
YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT FLINCHIN'
SO SAY IT,
"GIVE ME TOUGH LOVE!"
LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING WHEN 
I COME DOWN.
MY KIND OF LOVE,
PUSH ME AND CHOKE ME 'TIL
I PASS OUT.
WE DON'T GOTTA BE IN LOVE, NO
I DON'T GOTTA BE THE ONE, NO
I JUST WANNA BE ONE OF YOUR 
GIRLS TONIGHT, OH.
PUSH ME DOWN, HOLD ME DOWN.
SPIT IN MY MOUTH WHILE YOU TURN ME ON.
I WANNA TAKE YOUR LIGHT INSIDE.
DIM ME DOWN, SNUFF ME OUT,
HANDS ON MY NECK WHIE YOU PUSH IT OUT,
AND I'M SCREAMIN' OUT,
"GIVE ME TOUGHT LOVE!"
LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING 
WHEN I COME  DOWN.
MY KINDA LOVE.❞
╭─ ⋅ ─ ✩ ─ ⋅ ─╮
▷ prologue
▷ trust issues (her)
▷ out of my mind (him)
╰─ ⋅ ─ ✩ ─ ⋅ ─╯
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : jan 20, 2024
cw/tags: nanami kento x reader, nanami kento x you, nanami kento, sugar daddy au, stripper au, slow burn, slow romance, nanami needs therapy lol, savior complex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, semi Public sex, eventual smut, smut, rough sex, oral sex, bdsm, Dom/sub undertones, nasty ass sex, female reader, satoru gojo is a bad influence and a gr8 wingman, kinky shit happens, grief, mourning, exhibitionism, size difference, reader hasdaddy issues. brought to u by the bitch who wrote best friends brother
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comicnerdsam · 6 months
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Doing an October challenge where I draw a person every day, here’s who I’ve drawn so far:
1. Peter Cushing
2. Dario Argento
3. Robert Redford as the Sundance Kid
4. Jessica Harper
5. Elvira
6. Count Dante
7. Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
8. Olivia Hussey, Margot Kidder, and Billy from Black Christmas
9. Danny Trejo
10. Alan Moore
I’ll post more once I reach 20 of these!
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reci1996 · 2 months
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Superstar: Prologue
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Rayne Rivera is a well known singer and songwriter from Pensacola, Florida. She used to live on the same street as Jimmy and Jey. When they were younger, they used to be attached at the hip. Some would call them the 3 musketeers in middle and high school. In the 8th grade, the twins were what you call protective, but when school came back into session in the 9th grade, the twins watched as Rayne blossomed into a beautiful young lady. While Jimmy only saw Rayne as a little sister, Jey saw her in another light. But back then, Jey was too shy to say anything to her. What he didn't know was that Rayne felt the same way that he did. They both went through heartbreak and failed relationships during their high school years, but they never once said anything to each other. The only 2 people that knew how they felt about each other were Jimmy and Joe. Now damn near 20 years later, who knew that a song would go viral and right the halls of both the Raw and Smackdown.
This is for you, you, my number one This is for you, you, my number one (Ah, ah, ah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah) This is for you, you, my number one
Spotlights (Spotlights), big stage Fifty thousand fans screamin' in a rage Bodyguards (Bodyguards) and limousines This is the way I see you in my dreams Paparazzi flash, a hundred pictures, all of you Hangin' on my bedroom wall I'm a kid again, I feel like thirteen But I knew since we fell in love, girl, I'd be
I'll be your groupie, baby (Oh, whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph Sign it right here on my heart (I'll be) Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (Oh, oh, whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) And as your number one fan (This is for you, you, my number one) I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are
Front row (Front row), there I am Jumpin' and hollerin', wavin' both hands Would you notice me (Notice me), little me? Drove twelve hours, girl, just to see Your pretty face one more time (Bought my ticket, I was first in line) This is a metaphor to show how I adore, you (I adore you) Baby, I do
I'll be your groupie, baby (Whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph (Autograph) Sign it right here on my heart (Sign it right here, sugar) Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (Whoa) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah) And as your number one fan I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are
(Girl, you know how I feel) You're truly special, your love is legendary to me (Without you, my life stands still) I'll never leave your world, treat you like a diva, girl You're one of (Girl, you're one of a kind) 'Cause they don't make 'em like you anymore, so (So, I'll be your fan for life) I dedicate this to my superstar for all time
I'll be your groupie, baby (I'll be your groupie, baby) 'Cause you are my superstar (Superstar, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm your number one fan, give me your autograph (Yeah, yeah) Sign it right here on my heart Girl, I'll be your groupie, baby (I'll be your groupie, baby) 'Cause you are my superstar And as your number one fan I'll do all that I can To show you how super you are
I'm sorry that it has taken so long to write something but work and school is kicking my booty. So some chapters might take some time.
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