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Yuuri’s wings were bare. His old feathers had molted nearly entirely, steadily replaced by the new gleam of midnight blue. Still fresh and not yet fully formed. It left him looking oddly messy, patches of blue amongst greying black, with sharp contrasts between the spots.

Yuuri had traced a few more days onto Victor’s palm that morning, before disappearing back inside his mass of blankets. Peppered down feathers billowed out after him, driven by the force of another sneeze.

Victor had never expected something as cute as a molting siren. Yuuri had spent a week practically nesting in their bed, devouring any food that Victor brought him, affectionate beyond a fault whenever Victor groomed his wings. In the evenings, he seemed to turn from a bird to an octopus, suctioning himself to Victor’s side with all their limbs entangled.

The crew, concerned for Yuuri’s weakened state and sudden disappearance, had left offerings of hand-carved toy boats outside the cabin. Yuuri chirped happily at each, causing a mess when he proceeded to drown one in a glass of Victor’s rum.

Victor stayed with him as much as he could, for Yuuri whined in complaint whenever he left, writing pleas for Victor to return quickly into the sheets and across his skin. He laid beside Yuuri so that the siren could still play with his hair, braiding a few of his molted feathers into the silver.

“Captain!“ The call was preceded by a hasty knock. Without awaiting a response, Mila came in through the door, concern writ across her face. “Come, quick. I don’t know how we didn’t see them coming but— no, Yuuri, not you. Stay here.”

Victor rose from the bed, leaving Yuuri with a squeeze of the hand to follow his quartermaster to the deck. He had no chance to question her worry, he saw it clear when he stepped out. Beside their ship was another. Flying the colors of the Royal Navy. And Victor recognized the gruff elder man standing at command aboard it.

“Surrender the siren, Vitya! We know you have it on board. Give it up and I let your crew be. This time around.”

Victor’s eyes darted to Mila beside him, seeing her hands hovering over each hip. One over her pistol, the second over her sword. He echoed the movements. “Not without a fight, Gramps!”


Haikyuu!! | karasuno + extra phone wallpapers | asked by anon (540x960)

Stay [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

You’ve been doing a lot of rick and younger reader fics but could you do a younger reader and Daryl fic? Like she’s 18-20 and has either been with the group since the start or could be Ron’s sister in Alexandra (whatever one is easier for you to write) and some nice dirty smut happens? Thanks and love your blog!

Here you go anon, Daryl smut as requested! Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Words: 2,098

Warnings: SMUT, spanking, swearing, unprotected sex

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anonymous asked:

Mori, I'm dying of thirst! Could you do some Holy Water when you have the time, please? No rush! Feel better soon!

Im not sick dont’ worry hun!! Im just insanely busy with work. I dont get to work on things and post them as much as Id like to. Ive actually been trying to see if im capable of doing a sketch dump with all my sloppy doodles I do for myself when i have a little bit of free time.

As it is, I’ll throw you a Holy Water because Ive been itching for some of it myself too haha!!!

It’s not even summer yet and I’m already missing Winter


I forgot to finish the holes in the corset. I’m so sorry anon TwT

NCT 127 reaction to your sexy comeback as an idol after having an argument


Anon:  Nct127 reaction to you guys having an aurgument right before you go on stage to perform your sexy concept comeback? Thankyoouu ❤️

Hi Anon! Here is your request- I do hope you like it! Please request more if you wish ;-)

I’m also including Johnny and Doyoung into this since they’ve been announced as the new members of NCT127! Bless Johnny boi

You can find Ten’s reaction here:


Reaction to you singing an emotional song for your comeback as an idol after having an argument.


He would watch your performance backstage in your dressing room (via a screen) There was no doubt that he liked what he was seeing. Licking his lips, he watched attentively at you swayed your hips and stared intensely into the camera; it was like he had completely forgotten about your earlier argument. However, when you returned from your performance, slightly sweaty from your intense routine, he ignored you completely. Arms crossed, sitting stiffly on the couch. You smirked, knowing that he was discreetly watching you from afar admiring. You sat beside him rubbing his arm, “Come on Taeil”, you whined, knowing nuzzling into his side, attemting to get a reaction out of him. “You liked it- admit it”. His silence treatment against you didn’t last long.


He immediately left the building, as soon as you were called for your stage. He was fully aware of your performance and how “sexy” it was, so cleverly devised a plan to get against you. For the rest of the night, he practiced a very special dance for you. It took every muscle in him not to check his phone to see whether you had phoned and texted him. Or to see the uploaded video of your stage. By the early hours of the next day, it was ready to be shown to you. You received a text from him: SM building now, Y/N. Luckily for Johnny, you hadn’t slept at all, worried about his whereabouts and about your previous argument. Whilst waiting for your arrival, Johnny watched your performance attentively. It was even better than he was anticipating. Let’s just say that you both defiantly appreciated each other’s dances. 


He watch you angrily from the side of the stage. He still couldn’t fathom your argument before, so was finding it hard to resist letting his mind wander off, and think about you dancing sexily. When he realised how provocative and sexual the dancing was, he clenched his hands into fists, biting his lip so hard that now it was bleeding. He wasn’t angry now, he was fuming. Mad at the fact that you were dancing so enticingly yet so casually, as if the lyrics and dance moves would have no effect on people, especially him. stepping off stage, you met with a red faced Taeyong, who grabbed your wrist and pulling you out the building, into the car and back to the dorms urgently. He wasn’t going to let you get away with it… 


(fuckkkkkk look at those thighs jfc boi)

Yuta wouldn’t be able to watch you perform from the crowd, despite telling you the day before he would. The argument between you would really offend him, so much so that he literally wouldn’t be able to bear you. Instead, he’d watch it at home on TV, a tent in his jeans quickly forming when he saw what you doing. He cursed at himself for allowing himself to get turned on by you considering the circumstances. There was no denying that he was more than a little flustered by the little clothing you wearing and your dancing. He still wanted to talk about the argument, despite this, originally planning to sit you down and calmly speak with you. But now, he had a completely different plan on how to punish you. For him, it was like you were practically asking for it.


To be honest, I think ooyung wouldn’t allow himself to fall for you and your sexy comeback that easily. Storming off home, he’d lock himself in his room, turning off his phone so he wouldn’t be able to see any of missed calls or text messages. Evidently, when you walked off stage, slightly covered in a layer of sweat, you were upset to see that he didn’t wait for you and watch you. A pout on your face, eyebrows furrowed, when you arrived back home, you were immediately pushed against a wall, a pair of arms blocking you firmly. “Aish, jagiya, do you want to explain to me what that performance was? Where did you learn all those moves?” You knew you would be in for a few more hours of excitement. 


Jaehyun would watch you from backstage, phone in hand as he scrolled through the live comments on the stream. Although his mind told him to leave and continue being mad at you, his heart told him to stay and support you. He felt uncomfortable reading comments from other men commenting about how beautiful your body was and how they’d do anything to get a night with you. Now he was even angrier at you, for letting them think that. you found him in your dressing room backstage afterwards. Eyes dark, he walked straight to you, one hand wrapped around your neck lightly, an arm around your waist tightly, he leaned down to whisper in your ear: “I think you better prove to that you want me more than any of those men, don’t you think?


WinWin would probably be quite submissive in your relationship to be honest. But at the same time, he’d try you like a goddess. He’d do anything to support you and make you feel good and please you. He wouldn’t be able to leave your side and stage, even after an argument. He watch you nervously, gulping loudly every time to swayed your hips or rolled your body. Coming off stage, you smirked at him. You knew what he was thinking despite him not saying anything to you. Wrapping your hand tightly around his, you cheekily asked him if he wanted a private show, to which he eagerly nodded for.

Mark: (Reaction to you singing an emotional song for your comeback as an idol after having an argument)

Mark would instantly regret arguing with you in the first place. He’d see the tears forming in your eyes and how your hands would tremble a bit. At first, he wouldn’t know what to do or say to you after, but when you rushed off stage, a couple tears running down your face, he’d rush to your side pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. “I’m sorry Y/N, please forgive me! i won’t let this happen again, I swear”, he’d attempt to reassure you and calm you down with his words, as his hands lightly played with your hair. Neither of you, in the end, would be able to stay mad at each other for that long.

Haechan: (Reaction to you singing an emotional song for your comeback as an idol after having an argument.)

This sunshine would find it difficult to stay backstage whilst you tearfully sung your song. He’d just want to run out on stage, in front of all the fans and audience, and hug you, wiping your tears. Obviously he couldn’t, to stay professional. So waited anxiously backstage, until you finished. For the rest of the day, he’d try to make it up to you by giving you a lot of aegyo and food and cuddles, until you eventually gave in and forgave him which was practically instantly anyway but still lol

Damsel in Distress- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by austonmatthews-34

I literally have nothing witty to say here. Anon, I totally understood your request so don’t worry! I hope y'all enjoy it!

Warning: creepy stalker dude

Anon Request: Do you think you can do one where you are at a store and some like creepy dude won’t leave you alone and you are like wtf and creeped out and you see Auston (and like you don’t know him also by Auston I mean Matthews Auston Matthews) and are like dude can you help I don’t know this guy and he’s following me and blah blah blah and i don’t know this sounds confusing but I’m bad at explaining things. I’m sorry


              You had had better ideas in your life.

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someone’s out there, waiting for me [ richie tozier x reader ]

summary: richie loves (name), but she moved away

warnings: angst i guess

a/n: tbh super angsty these days. song fic, actually, SONG HERE: cuco - lava lamp . also, requested by anon:  Firstly, I love your writing!!❤ but can you please do a Richie x reader in which the reader and Richie build up a relationship starting with friendship and she’s one of the few people who love his sense of humour? Then during the IT attack, the reader is almost killed by Pennywise. Please can there be loads of fluff? 

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You’re a million miles away
The bridge between winter and summer
Seems like a bummer, but it’s worth the wait

You and Richie Tozier had been friends since kindergarten, and he had had such a fiery crush on you all those years and hid it not as skillfully as he had imagined he did. His group of friends – The Losers Club, - had known about this puppy love for years now and never failed to tease and belittle him for it. All in good spirits, of course, mostly just for him to man up and ask you out before someone else did. You were a popular girl, hung out with the popular kids and listened to popular songs and you very rarely saw Richie Trashmouth Tozier, or the Losers for that matter. That doesn’t mean that once you did all meet up you weren’t the sweetest, kindest and in a sense dorkiest, of the bunch and you always laughed at Richie jokes even when no one else would. Which was pretty often.

And Richie misses you. He misses you so much that the summer air isn’t as warm and the sun doesn’t shine as bright. He tried to forget you. Forget your smile, forget the strange motions you did with your hands when you talked, forget your adorable laughter and eyes that burned like embers in the dark. But he can’t. You are so far away, and he can’t help but wonder, staring into the depths of his bedroom ceiling, do you miss him just as much as he misses you?

You promised to call him. You promised to visit as soon as next summer. And next summer came. But there isn’t a trace of you left behind.

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