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DEAR READER

oozey mess

JVL
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Kaledo Art

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Janaina Medeiros
trying on a metaphor

Discoholic 🪩

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Stranger Things

#extradirty
todays bird

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RMH
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Jules of Nature
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I love this mf so much it's disgusting 😭🤍
Arranged Amusement
Rufus x Fem!Reader
A/N: Thank you @fandomfun for the request☕💖! Writing all these leftover commissions makes it feel as if my ko-fi shop is still up and running hehe. Hope you’ll like it^^
Summary: You are about to get married to Rufus Shinra. For business, not love. While the two of you have been rather distant, something comes up that finally breaks the ice… (Also on Ao3)
Word Count: 2821
Marriage. As the president of Shinra Electric Power Company it was only natural that Rufus was going to have an arranged marriage, full of benefits for both sides - though mostly his - rather than meet an elegant lady at the nearby club or at the park.
Not that Rufus would even visit the club or the park, so marriage for love was already at the bottom of his life goals by the time he was appointed to be Vice President of the company. It mattered not.
He chose his ideal woman purely strategically and from a business point of view, and that was how you came into his life. As the daughter of the CEO of Enyo Marine Ltd., your marriage would award Shinra with the collaboration of Rufus’ deepest ambitions: besides space, they would now expand to both the surface and depths of the oceans.
Your engagement was made public a while ago and gave you some time to pre-invest in your future relationship. Rufus was determined to succeed his father in style, with a wedding of royal level and the attention he deserved.
However with the murder of his father, that succession was here rather soon and unexpected, and all of a sudden you would meet your fiancé a lot more often than ever as wedding arrangements were in progress for the both of you.
“There, signed. Now go make it happen~” Rufus chanted as he placed his signature hastily and sent his assistants out on errands again. You eyed him from your comfortable position on the sofa. A book was placed in your lap and you had barely exchanged a word with the man you felt quite neutral about.
Yes, you were about to marry him, but from the few, very few times you already spent together, you figured he was not a person you were going to love.
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Rufus: Reno.
Rufus: Rude.
Rufus: Elena.
Rufus: And fellow associate.
Reno, whispering to Tseng: you guys had a fight didn't you
I fell in love with Rufus so.. ♥️ my first attempt lol
Rufus sketch 🤍
My first sephiroth 🤍
Idk I needed this
Rohan ♥️
Giorno but he's 18 now + Papa appreciation
Giorno about to look magnificent 😭♥️
Giving Jotaro his break 💙
𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)
MINORS DNI
Pairing: Phantom Blood!Dio x f!reader
AN: The title is a Hamlet reference. I doubt any of this is historically accurate and I quite frankly do not give a fuck. Not beta read; we post like men. Oh and like don’t binge drink, it’s bad for you.
Synopsis: You and your toxic bestie, Dio Brando, get drunk and horny at your family’s country house after graduating from your respective colleges.
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: Canon au, alcohol, y/n wears men’s clothing (yes, you hate all that fancy, upper-class finery. yes, you’re not like other girls.), dubcon, mutual masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, snowballing, teasing.
You were draped on the couch, taking up as much space as possible. Your head rested uncomfortably on the ornate armrest. The intricate, oak carvings couldn’t have been more unforgiving as they pressed against you. You found yourself resenting your parents’ taste in gaudy furniture, an aspect of them you never had a strong opinion about before this very moment.
Granted it wasn’t often you found yourself existing under these circumstances. How could your perception remain the same? There you were, drunk on whiskey in your father’s library while he entertained guests on the other side of your modest country house. Your contentious yet closest friend was seated on the other end of the couch, his large hands haphazardly resting on your bare feet. His head was tossed back, eyes shut. A slight scowl adorned his face. You suspected he was fighting off the spins.
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