I'M SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF

Im all fosho

The 5 love languages of monster fucker:

Understanding someone so different from yourself

Loving the unlovable

Big

Being turned on and afraid

Freaky inhuman sex

Ain't no way Cater is straight 😭

been thinking about. him

I would slap the shit of them with my tail then escape. I mean who would believe them if they told anybody right?

Waves, lapped gently at your waist, as you laid comfortably, on a partially submerged, rock, the air, cool, and crisp, against your skin. It felt so peaceful at this time of night, when the beach was free of people, and the moon’s ethereal light, was dancing across the shore. 

You wished, it could always be like this.

Taking in a deep breath of the fresh sea breeze, you stretched your arms above your head, and arched your back for a moment, before slumping back down contentedly, a soft smile, pulling at your lips. Coaxed by the rhythmic waves, and emboldened by the blissful solitude, you felt a song start to bubble up, inside your chest.

Time slipped away, as you laid there, singing wistfully to the moon, and the stars, lost in your own little world. Sadly however, such a peaceful moment, couldn’t last forever, and the sound of a shaky gasp, quickly had you tensing, and falling silent.

Head snapping up, in fright, you froze as you realised that someone was standing at the waters edge, staring at you with wide eyes.

….Or rather….your tail.

HE HAS NO REASON TO BE THIS FUCKING HOT.

LOOK AT HIM. HE'S SO HOT

hi :3 could you maybe do kiba inuzuka? :D he's my absolute favorite

What you can say to describe the Sun

Magnificently radiant

Soft unfailing

Overpoweringly bright

Bright and gorgeous

Flashingly bright

Universal and resplendent

 Marvelous clear 

Motionless 

Fierce western

Immense newborn

Glorious

Incredibly strange and wonderful 

Graciously warm

Fiery and pitiless 

Hot and powerful

Imperial and royal

Huge inflamed 

Fiery and eternal

Uncommonly red

Scintillating 

Warm autumnal 

Dim and ancient

High and unforgiving 

Cancerous orange

Strange and mystical

You’re suddenly transported to another world where magic is cast by perfectly pronouncing an ancient language. This language happens to be your native tongue

[ 𝟑:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.

but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.

“suguru, what are you—”

“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.

“what are you—”

“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”

and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.

the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.

“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.

“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.

“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.

and he supposes it’s not hard to figure out that you do. it’s not hard to see that there’s love in the way you flick his forehead and tell him to piss off, or the way you curse him out as he steals your food with a scowl, or even the way you promptly leave him on read after every petty argument you have over text.

because there’s fondness in the way you fight back a smile as you roll your eyes, and there’s fondness in the way you slightly push your plate closer begrudgingly, and there’s fondness in the way you text him first the next day and ask if he’s ready to admit he’s wrong because you miss him.

and it’s an odd mix, the two of you, but your sun soaked fingertips against his moonlit skin feels as right as the sound of his name dancing off your lips, and he thinks you were made for him in every regard. so if he has to stand before you at three am and risk your wrath for waking you up, then he’ll gladly do that—so long as no asshole from philosophy is scoring a date with you tomorrow after class.

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, “you’re kind of grouchy all the time,” he adds, hand outstretched and carefully pressing against the curve of your cheek. you lean into his palm, let the roughness of his skin soothe over the longing in your heart.

“and you still want to date me?” you raise a brow.

“of course,” he says instantly, “so say you want to date me too. or i’ll resort to plan b.”

“what’s plan b?”

“killing the dude from philosophy that wants to ask you out,” he hums, “and everyone else that follows until i’m the only choice left.”

“i guess i have to say yes to avoid a lot of bloodshed then, don’t i?” you ask playfully.

but then your fingers smooth back loose strands of dark hair behind his ear, and your hand rests behind his head and pulls him closer—and he thinks maybe you’d have been inclined to say yes either way.

“oh definitely,” he grins, youth brimming over his features as your lips brush over his and seal the deal. and geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move in next to his home, and he thinks he’ll love you just as much the day you move in next to his spot in bed too, arms circling around his waist and lips mapping his skin.

“in that case, lucky for them, i love you too.”

this is painfully cheesy but i want a soft childhood friends to lovers / boy next door trope with suguru so bad SOBS

BYE

TWST Incorrect quotes#232 Rose & Thorns

Ace: Once I overheard Yuu and Riddle having a fight that went like this-

flashback

Ridd: Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!

Yuu: Riddle Rosehearts

End Flashback

Ace: To this day I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it-

I love Riddle, and I adore the only guy who can tell me what to do(He is the short queen so I must obey)...but it's gonna be colonizer vs Mexico again and I ain't losin-

THIS IS SO PRETTY 😭

[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ DEITY’S FLORAL TOUCH

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ in which you begin to think jamil doesn’t like your touchy affection and decide it’s best to stop. little do you know that jamil yearns for it

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ jamil x gender neutral reader

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, none. it’s all just fluff and a bit of confusion

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ hello !! another jamil request <33 they requested for an affectionate mc who doesn’t think jamil enjoys their physical affection , so they cease to give it , not realizing that he thrives from it.

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Writing idea #2

Warnings: I don't mention it in the text but it's supposed to be smut so 18+

a/n: yayy here's my next writing idea! Even though it doesn't say it, I think it's just a great idea for a super smutty story. In case someone wants to write it, please let me know so I can read and share it and support you ♡♡♡

Werewolf

Imagine you live in a small French village around 1800, everyone has to work extremely hard to get enough food and the times aren't the best in general. And if this wouldn't be enough a werewolf appeared some months ago, every full moon he haunts your village, trying to get the people who live there.

Everyone is in panic, no one knows who the monster might be and since the people are just simple farmers no one has the money or the contacts to buy silver bullets.

But one thing is sure, since no one new came to your village and the other villages are too far away, the werewolf must be one of the residents.

So the only thing you can do is trying to soothe the monster, so the mayor gathers all the people on the marketplace, knowing the werewolf must be there too, promising that he is willing to give him whatever he wants so that peace will come back to the village.

And on the next day, there is actually a note left at the mayors house, it says he will stop tyrannizing the people if he can have one night, the next full moon night, with a special person. You.