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"My existence is a matter of controversy, I have no rular I follow nor any religion I am bound to, I am but a wandering soul bond to life with a grip not of my own. I hold no rewards or malisons at my befallment. Shall you correspond with me in hopes for fulfilment of any kind I'm afraid my shallow soul is incapable of that luxury. There does not exist a reason for my death thus making the efforts to kill me futile."

Domestic bliss

Summary:

Hitoshi slowly walked into the room, trying to be quiet, not to wake up Denki from his much-needed nap. He knew that, even though Denki short-circuits a lot less than before, his quirk can still cause damage if overused. Still, they have their way of dealing with the hardships of their quirks.

or

they're in love, you're honor... and they have their own way of coping with reality.

let’s play another tag meme thing! put each word into your tags and see what pops up:

pretty head why when where shit you stop how for they super

WIP Whenever!!! 🖤

Thank you for tagging me, @verbenaa!! Your snippet was AMAZING 😍🥵

Please have a little WIP of my most recent chapter, quite a few thousand words down the line from Chapter 2!

She kisses his wrist, running her fingers down his abdomen before stopping where his shirt is tucked into his pants. Astarion angles his body to give her better access and she gently shuffles it off of him, letting it flutter to the ground before he presses them together and once again draws their mouths against each other. He sighs when her chest touches his, her quiet gasp stealing his unneeded breath as she shifts her hips and dissolves in his arms. Before she’d been almost timid, and now he generates a heat in her that paints her in near desperation as he fights not to be completely swept up by it. He cradles her generous chest in his hands, relishing in the soft whimpers that pass into his mouth as his thumbs stroke over pert flesh. He drifts down to kiss her neck and for a moment he considers sinking his fangs in, but decides against it. He’s surprised to smell the sharp bouquet of vanilla and licorice root and when he looks up, blood pools on her lower lip. Something akin to a wave of pleasure jolts through him- a surprise outside of his control. She’d… bitten it herself? A second ticks by, another, and he crashes their lips together, powerless to resist the feeling of bliss that coats his tongue and spurs his hands to tear the rest of her clothes off. The movement throws them off balance and they collapse to the ground, her thighs pinning his legs together. Their lips don’t stop, and he itches to remove his trousers with the promise of sweet heat straddling his hips, the fabric stifling. Her lip has stopped bleeding, but the flavor remains, and with deft fingers, he goes to undo the front of his pants. Her hands stop him and as she peers down at him through her thick curtain of hair, she peels them down and off along with his underthings before sinking between his legs. “What are you…?” He trails off as she sweeps her curled locks aside, wetting her lips with a swipe of her tongue. With a pleading look in her eyes, he props himself up on one elbow, lost in his realization that he should be the one in control, he should be delivering a pleasure so intense that she’ll never want anything else. The blood from their kiss dulls his mind with foreign lust and he can’t bring himself to protest as a low groan tears from his throat when her hot mouth envelops him whole.

Tagging you all cause I can't get enough of your writing! 💖 (Sorry if you've been double-tagged!)

@preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @khywren @ladyduellist @elinorbard @sashitf @bhaalsdeepbat @justabiteofspite

WIP Whenever/Wednesday!

Okay, so I'm late to Wednesday, but whatever!

I wanted to share something I'm working on while I'm working on my long fic With Stars to Fill My Dream- since the smut is far off, I have been enabled into indulging in an Astarion Incubus one-shot by my lovely friends, and I've been marinating it for the last couple days. All inspired by this beautiful art by @poofroom

It's going to take some heavy lifting on my part, so it will definitely not be a couple-day endeavor since it's currently sitting at 3,987 words and we've barely passed the summoning. That being said, it'll be a long one-shot in an AU of my fic's universe where Ofelia accidentally summons a... you guessed it, incubus! And it's Astarion!

Please enjoy some of this as a teaser since I'm raking myself over the coals trying to make it my best smut work! XOXO 🖤 (Putting it beneath the cut so I don't go to horny jail 🖤)

The curtain flutters away, revealing the silhouette of a man. Except it isn’t a man… As the light illuminates the hard cut of his torso, bat-like wings stretch and unfurl on either side of him, wicked horns curling up and over his silver hair. Red irises glow in the night, trained on her face, a tail swishing behind him. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move- her heart pounds, but her body reacts in a way she hadn’t expected. Her skin breaks out in the same feverish sweat that she’d felt before crawling into bed, her stomach aching and her breathing coming in short pants. She chances a glance in the full body mirror across the room, her cheeks flushing red at the uselessness of her night dress. The marks that had started at her neck circle her wrists and close around her thighs like bands. “Am I dreaming?” She asks softly, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. He takes a step and she tenses, eyes admiring his broad shoulders, ornamental silver bracers covering each forearm. Most of his body is bare, save for the thin piece of satiny fabric and gilded chains covering his hips. Her eyes trace the trail of hair that disappears beneath, down until her breath chokes out of her. Her thighs press together at the hard outline beneath the loincloth, her imagination filling in the gaps- thick, straining, throbbing. Her mouth floods with saliva and she swallows thickly as the steady pulse from earlier begs for attention, her shame dissolving as his crimson gaze flows down over her exposed breasts. The sudden urge to touch him fills her mind until it’s all she can think about, even as he opens his mouth to expose sharp canines. “I’m afraid not.” His voice, smooth and velvety, covers her body like honey- sticky sweet. She shivers as he takes another step, so close now that she can see the sharp tips of his ears beneath his hair. His lips curl into a fiendish grin and she shakes her head, wanting him closer, god, she can’t take the distance anymore. Her mind roars with a desire hotter than anything she’d ever felt- wanting more than anything she’s ever wanted before. It drowns the real her out, save for a single line of curiosity. “What are you?”

I'm specifically tagging you three first because you're enablers, but I'm tagging the rest, no pressure! 🖤 @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @khywren @bhaalsdeepbat @elinorbard

And if I didn't tag you, know that I love you and I'm the world's most forgetful person!

WIP Whenever!

Thank you for tagging me @khywren !!! 🖤🩷🖤🩷

I have some more crumbs for Chapter 8 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, coming out Sunday!

This is the more fun, less anger fueled section of the chapter. Heavy emphasis on the word fun! (Fun fact, long ago I posted a snippet of this exact passage, but much has changed since then!)

Rather than being able to hear and see his thoughts manifest, his vampiric connection threads their emotions together like a silken tapestry of color. A pretty blend of red, orange, and green blooms like fireworks against a dark sky, dazzling behind her eyelids. She isn’t sure if it’s him, or her, or the both of them, but god it’s beautiful. It courses through her until the tingling starts, cruising up and down her nervous system to burn her core and singe her fingertips. She’s never felt a desire this intense, not even on her own. It’s all-consuming, raging like a fire where before she’d been submerged in ice.

As her tears start to dry on her cheeks, she slips a hand from covering her mouth to instead tentatively thread through his curls. His hair is soft, cool like lace as it tickles her knuckles. He doesn’t seem to mind, and she gently scrapes her nails over his scalp, earning a thrust of his hips. She gasps and her vision sparks, his hands moving to her waist to clench tightly as she bites back a crude moan. The usual voice of reason in her head is being uncharacteristically silent, and she can’t help but yield to instinct in its place.

The fingers of her other hand move up to his neck, softly pressing her palm over his Adam's apple, and she’s lulled into a trance by the rhythmic bobbing of every swallow. She can’t see his face, but she can feel a smile in the shape of his lips on her skin and it burns her cheeks, making her shiver and sigh into the night air

My people! I am tagging you again, and I'm sorry if it's twice. Please ignore if so!

@preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @justabiteofspite @sashitf

Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever

I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸

Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!

WARNING: Just a bit bloody?

She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.

Tagging you all again if you've got more fun stuff to share! 🖤

@verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @khywren @preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @pinkberrytea @kalmiaphlox @roguishcat @sashitf @bhaalsdeepbat

Friday Snippet/WIP Whenever

I like it when he's a creepy undead creature ❤🦇🩸

Felt like updating again! I'm now working on Chapter 11- on a roll!

WARNING: Just a bit bloody?

She does the only thing she can think of to shut him up and slashes down the center of her forearm, wincing from the pain as a river of red gushes from the cut and runs down her angled arm into her palm. “Nice warning,” He mutters, nostrils flared and eyes that pretty, bright crimson. His fangs are digging into his lower lip and he looks like he’s fighting an invisible battle as he tilts the cup and lets her dangle her hand over it. Drip. Drop. He paints a vivid picture of the undead- menacing and frozen. The uncanny pale of his skin and the way his chest remains still, free of breath, makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There’s a soft wheezing noise and she’s drawn back to the way his pupils unnaturally fluctuate, jaw shifting back and forth unconsciously. “Astarion… are you breathing?” He startles and looks up at her, gasping around an inhale as it creaks through his hollow lungs. “I wasn’t… can’t, really… it smells too strong.” She nods, pitying his state, as her blood slowly starts to fill the chalice. A bright idea flashes through her mind, too fast to catch up to logical thinking, and she quickly anchors the razor between her teeth before breathing deeply and swiping the sharp edge against her thumb. He watches intently, every muscle taught, but she squeezes the flesh until blood seeps out of the cut. “Open up,” He obeys, lips parting as scarlet fluid starts to weep from the wound and drip onto his tongue. A full-body shiver runs down his limbs, his dark lashes fluttering shut over his cheeks. Hers burn at the way he swallows, his hands trembling and his chest finally beginning to rise and fall. His free one comes up, presses her thumb to his mouth, and gently licks until the bleeding stops. It lights some kind of forbidden, hungry feeling inside her, and she makes a muffled whine of frustration before he brings the cup to his lips and drinks.

Tagging you all again if you've got more fun stuff to share! 🖤

@verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @khywren @preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @pinkberrytea @kalmiaphlox @roguishcat @sashitf @bhaalsdeepbat

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...I've BEGUN another...

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WIP whenever!!

@ouroboros-hideout tagged me for this! Tysm!!!

I haven't got too much in the works currently, but I do have the lineart for a piece I'm working on currently. In a previous post with some npc shots, I mentioned having an oc based around the sniper commando in the nest at the Black Sapphire (the one you beat the shit out of lol). This is him! Garnett "Sighthound" Cross, BARGHEST sniper, and one of the protagonists for my Phantom Liberty side story shit I have with my gf. Kerberos is also part of his storyline, and I have a few other ocs for it as well, all that I'll post about in time. He's def one of my favorite ocs to draw but I'd be lying if I said the Rasetsu isn't a pain in the ass to draw lol. I'll write a bit more about him whenever I post the finished piece ^_^

WIP WHENEVER

Tagged by @ouroboros-hideout and @sofia-in-nc !! Tysm as always, I love doing these :D

Been super busy lately. Art's coming pretty slowly, so for a change I have a little writing! Currently working on some shit for Kerberos, specifically about his time working on the Cynosure revival project, certainly a relaxing chapter in his life. This little passage does contain his real name, but I'm not giving up his secrets that easily, so for the time being, I'm just leaving blank spaces lol. The other character, Aston, was one of his coworkers on the project.

“Did you know they use them on the moon? Militech does, I mean.” Aston stopped next to one of the work tables laden with a menagerie of tools and manuals, picking up one that seemed to belong to the bot. “Can you imagine being stuck on the fucking moon with one of those? I mean, the thought of a live one here is bad enough.“

“They don’t go rabid on facility workers, Aston, that defeats the entire purpose.” _______ stood beside him, watching him thumb through the manual over his shoulder. “It’s a robot that carries out assigned duties and eliminates unauthorized personnel. And there isn’t a live one! Said it yourself. Wherever our rogue unit is, it's dead. There’s no way we wouldn’t have at least heard it by now.” 

He tossed the packet back down. “We’re authorized, anyway. Site’s defunct, but still needs authorization to operate. On the off chance said rogue unit is indeed still kickin’, shouldn’t bother us.” Aston scanned over the table's contents, brushing a few loose drill bits off a blueprint laid out across the surface. He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think it knows everyone’s gone? You think it’s sad or something?”

“I think it’s a machine run by an AI that doesn’t care about anything other than an aberration it must correct, or a charging station it must connect to. If I’m being honest, I highly doubt it gives a shit.” _______ looked up at the two inactive units. He wondered that himself often. How human it was to see something which merely imitated life and wonder if it had any feelings. “I think that’s something we impose on other things when we get sad.” 

“You think I’m sad, ___?”

“I’m fucking sad. Look at this place.” _______ looked at his warped reflection in the side of a shiny chrome toolbox. “I miss the sun. I miss my bed. I miss not being trapped in Militech’s fucking catacombs.” 

“You’re a ‘runner, ___, so ‘m I. How much of a difference from our dens even is this? Just a little deeper underground.” Aston shrugged. “We’ll get used to it.” 

He stared at himself a little longer. “Sure.”  

Tagging without pressure!

@cybercath @kriminaldata @luteolye

Slow wip. guess who's room it is :) finally decided to draw a bg. Just been posting doodles so hopefully this one can be more polished