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7th of Spooky month : The Tengu 👺
Be careful to not get lost in the mountains at night. You may come face to face with the sinister Tengu.
Well...Depends to who, that is...
Look. I really wanted a Yokai version of the guys for a while so here we are, starting with 'Tengu' Leonardo. The others will come later 🎃✨
Insomnia (m)
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: fuckboy!Taehyung, Nerd!Reader, university au, friends(?) to lovers au, semi-crack???
Warnings: Smut, Sex toys, Cum play (tiny), basically taehyung doesn’t know what privacy is.
Words: 12.1k
Summary: You can’t sleep.
You tossed in your bed for what felt like the millionth time. This wasn’t unusual. The sleeplessness that you have been enduring for the past 2 weeks was slowly becoming an unwelcoming routine. You weren’t quite sure how, or why, this had started taking place anyway. Sure, you worked well into the late hours, studying until your brain begged for mercy and some unconscious relief, hoping that you will tire yourself out enough to fall into the deep slumber you desperately craved. Alas, it never came as easily as you wanted it to. It wasn’t even that you were an insomniac, or at least you didn’t think so. Falling asleep had never been such a task before. Never even had to think about it this much to the point where you considered scheduling an appointment with your doctor to see what was suddenly wrong with you.
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Decided to redraw that lovely Bill Cipher Circle (does it have a proper name?) to act as a cover image for my Bill Cipher playlist…
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Prologue
I am attempting another WIP...(the one that won this poll) We'll see whether I'm able to keep up with it ^^'
CW: Referenced illness in the family, implied self-sacrifice
Nolan had been thinking about it for a while.
His sister needed medical treatments, and his family didn’t have enough money. Nolan was a superhuman. His abilities didn’t include healing powers, or anything like that which could fix the issue directly. But the fact that he did have powers opened up…a different possibility.
He looked ponderingly at the phone in his hands. In theory, he could solve all their problems in one fell swoop. The catch was that doing so would open up a number of entirely different issues.
If it were up to anyone else, they certainly wouldn’t ask Nolan to do this; they probably wouldn’t even allow him to. But he was 18 now, legally an adult, and it was up to him.
He tilted the phone and shifted his grip on it. Assuming he went through with it, this would change just about everything about his life.
He glanced at the information page with the phone number he’d already looked at probably about a hundred times, as if he didn’t already know everything it said. Turning his issue in his head one last time. Loss for him, help and healing for his loved ones.
Nolan had been thinking about it for a while, and frankly he’d known what he had to do for a while. In his heart of hearts, the decision had already been made, he just had to bring his actions in line with it.
He made the call.
Handmade Candles // Moon Magician
"Do not touch me. Nik, do not-"
It was like he knew my body more than I did. Every step I took back from him, he took two more forward. Every second I stared at him, he spent hundreds more looking at me. Even now, with my back against the wall, his arm pulled me flush against his chest, and all I wanted - all I desired was to fall into him.
"Look at me," He said, his voice barely above a whisper as our foreheads were pressed together and our lips inches apart.
"Look at me, please," His voice pleaded. How did it come to this? How could I, a lowly Grisha, have managed to get the Prince Nikolai Lantsov, to be begging just for me to look at him?
My eyes slowly opened, meeting his intense and needy gaze. I could tell that he wanted to do was kiss me, to taste the cherries on my lips, but he restrained himself.
"We cannot be doing this," I let out, "you are engaged to Alina."
"I burn for you," He breathed out, his eyes burning into my own all of the emotions he held in for me.
"I spend every moment of every day wondering if you think of me. I search any room I enter in hopes of seeing a glimpse of your smile. You bring me to my knees at the very thought of you," He expressed.
"I would spend everyday running from my duties if it meant getting to kiss you one more time. So please, let me kiss you."
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If I get enough likes and comments, this could be a fanfic when summer starts
TVC fandom I raise you….Sean Brennan as rockstar Lestat
ok i was gonna hold onto this sneak peek because i dont want to spoil too much but it's fun to watch so im sharing it
you can’t have your cake and eat it too 🍰💘
RoBlox aRt ComMiSiOn pt 5/5
@chibishortdeath requested Renon. I hope you like it! :)
Don't hurt me (Drabble)
A very random drabble I wrote at 2 am. Sorry if the writing isn't the best! ^^'
cw: whumper turned caretaker, mentions of knives and torture, feverish whumpee, infected wound
Whumper walked into Whumpee's cell as it had become routine for the both of them. Just like every other morning since Whumpee's capture, Whumper readied their blades, prepared for the daily torture session. Except that morning something was different. Whumpee hadn't looked up at their captor with those pleading and tired eyes as Whumper was used to witness. They didn't jerk away from the person in front of them, desperately trying to melt through the cold, brick wall to no avail. Actually, Whumpee hadn't even moved an inch from their original spot since Whumper had arrived. If they had to be completely honest, Whumper would've admitted that they didn't even notice Whumpee's chest rise and fall with every scared breath they took that day...
They were still breathing, right?
Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee, who was still immobile. With their left arm Whumper pulled Whumpee's head up, but when they grabbed their hair, Whumper noticed something: their face was so warm.
Whumpee wasn't responding, their eyes were closed, and it didn't seem as if they would be opening any time soon. They were weak and could barely breathe in a little bit of oxygen every once in a while. Whumper noticed a dark crimson stain on Whumpee's left side. They used their knife, not to slice into Whumpee's skin until they were awake, rather, to cut their shirt and see what was wrong. And for sure, there was a deep wound in Whumpee's side, one that Whumper themselves had made the morning prior. But maybe they had cut a little bit too deep this time...
The wound was infected, and hadn't healed at all, it was still oozing out blood, despite Whumpee's desperate attempts to stop the bleeding with some spare dirty cloth. On top of that, their whole body was burning up. This was more serious than a simple fever, Whumper knew. They also knew that if they didn't act fast, Whumpee would die. Which was something they didn't want. No, something they didn't allow. Whumpee was their property, they couldn't die just like that without Whumper's permission.
Whumper dragged Whumpee out of their cold cell, and brought them to another, more comforting room. They disinfected a washcloth and started cleaning the wound from all the dirt, puss and dried up blood. The wound looked truly terrible, and the cleaning process couldn't be considered exactly pain free... Yet Whumpee was still not moving.
After a while of cleaning and disinfecting, Whumper finally finished bandaging up the wound. Still no reaction from Whumpee. By that point, Whumper began feeling nervous. It wasn't about not being allowed to die anymore, it was about them not dying. They put a cold washcloth over their forehead, and Whumpee's face relaxed in a relieved expression, finally Whumper had earned a reaction. After a while, they changed the washcloth with a colder one and as they were doing so, Whumpee leaned slightly into their cold touch.
"P-please... D... Don't h-hurt me... "
*Sigh* pirate outfit drafts , I have to many ideas all at once - bit more on the pirate core side
The captain would have a hat and their crew would have like bandannas or some kind of fabric around their head
Probably will change up Azul’s design
SSR Fallon and Floyd
Charlie's powers. Since returning to life, she has been able to see the past in fragments, she has been able to put together the puzzles of past agonies... Who knows what pains from the past she will be able to see?
He awoke -- and wanted Mars.
Douglas Quail > We Can Remember It for You Wholesale - Philip K. Dick #9C2E35 Martian Crimson Designated Sinner #05 of Branch F Base E.G.O. - Dreams of Mars "Before I die I'll see Mars."
Quail! Your average office clerk worker living an average working life within the average comforts of K Corp's Nest. Quail was happy with where she was in life, but recently had grown bored and dissatisfied with this monotonous daily routine. He had dreams of a bigger, colorful and much more exciting life - a life as a famous Fixer who would travel beyond the horizons to a mythical planet called Mars.
However, being an average salaryman, even a trip on the WARP Train's Economy class would cost him a fortune - let alone some trip to space. Quail had almost decided to bury her dreams until an interesting job offer came to her doorstep from a mysterious yet charming gentleman. Wanting to escape her dull routines, Quail took the offer excitably and ends up in Limbus Company.
Quail stands out amongst her sinner peers, not because of anything flashy or the likes, but due to how painfully normal her life was compared to the rest...
... But has it always been that way?
... Has Quail always been a regular K Corp Nestie her entire life? Or was there something... bigger? Something more...
... Colorful?