BEAUTIFUL, DIRTY RICH !

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[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[transngelic]

anyway u have 2 look rasmus tennis outfit real 

[myuheru-archive]

[fivefreakyhearts]

rasmus and his cat have matching turtlenecks

[fivefreakyhearts]

outer worlds au.... will add it as a verse whenever i feel like writing on here again

[fivefreakyhearts]

i am rly so thankful to everyone tht has given kakuzu a daughter. its what he deserves. @destructiveglitch @wstelanders @shiinobis yall are absolute royalty

[destructiveglitch]

BROOKLYN NINE NINE STARTERS.

@fivefreakyhearts​ sent:

“Do you see me as a father figure?” ( avni )

— Drawing circles in the sand,

            she could almost taste the sea on the back of her tongue. ‘I would always go to the beach at least once a week with my dad to watch the sunset - thank you for taking me here today and bringing me those memories’, she had said, without even thinking about any of the possible implications. The question that followed came unexpected, although it didn’t shake or disturb the serenity that came with watching the glittering orange of the waters. 

Avni took her lower lip between her teeth and said nothing for a moment, leaving the two of them to drown in the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls, until she shifted on her spot to sit criss-cross applesauce ( ultimately messing up the mindless patterning in the sand ). “Have I ever told you about my dad?” she asked when she knew the answer: no. “He did most of everything by himself since my mom died… very early on. I was less than a year old, so I don’t… really remember her much.” An empty void she could never find the right fit for.

“I remember my dad plenty, though… He had two jobs to make sure we could live with just enough: food, roof over our head, and clothes. Though, a lot of times he went the extra mile, took on more shifts because I’d talked about wanting new pencils or paint, just so he could get them.” Her gaze softened as she watched the warm skies, fingers instinctively drew lines in the ground before her. “Just so he could put a smile on my face.” Even now, her father worked his magic from wherever he was watching her, pulling her lips into a smile - although it barely reached her glistening eyes. It was a pained smile. 

“We never went to the movies. Never went to theme parks. No museums. I never minded, I never asked, but it bothered him. So every week, he would squeeze in a moment to take me to the beach, since it was within walking distance.” The young god glanced his way from the corners of her eyes. “Like you did today.” Even with dangers lurking behind, even with responsibilities and worries piling on their shoulders, Kakuzu went out of his way to take her here. 

“The last time we went,” she continued, corners of her mouth falling “, he told me about the loneliest whale in the world. Explained that in the very depths of the ocean, a beautiful whale the size of skyscrapers swam, surrounded by nothing but the ache of solitude. That it would sing and cry all at once, begging to be heard to no avail. No whale quite like it, an existence so very lonesome, it could never stop crying.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “And then he would tell me to listen very closely. ‘Can you hear it now?’ I’d say no, of course, because how could I? How could anyone? ‘Listen closer. You need to want to hear it. Can you?’ And… I swear, at that very moment, I could hear it.” She buried her fingers under the sand and looked forlorn at the sea. “Distant, faint, so beautiful, so very far away, but I could hear it! When I told him, he turned to me and said ‘She might not know, but even in her loneliest hours, people will always hear her cries, and they will always feel for her. She is never truly alone. No one ever is’.” Tears stained her cheeks.

“We never went to the beach again after that,” she said after a sigh, turning her gaze away from the sunset. “… He died before we had the chance. Hit and run.” Never had she said that out loud, and it still tore at her in ways unimaginable, installing her with the kind of agony that would have normally had her stare at the ceiling of her bedroom for hours on end - much like daydreaming, closer to reliving nightmares of the aftermath. Normally, not anymore. Instead, she wiped her tears away and took a deep breath, only to scoot closer to Kakuzu to search for what she’d lost all those years ago.

“I never felt heard after that. I might not have cried hard enough. People might not have wanted to listen… … … until I met you.” She curled up against him, arms wrapped around his arm as she inhaled the smell of him with her eyes shut. “You two were the only people who ever wanted to listen to me. Around you, I feel seen. I feel understood. I feel heard… Thank you.” Even with death clinging to her like a plague, lungs clogged with salt water and eyes red and yellow from all the crying, he made sure she felt seen, understood, heard. Her grip around his arm tightened as the tip of the sun disappeared from the horizon. “… I love you.”

[verydeerfitz]

hello ladies and gaydies

[verydeerfitz]

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today was my first day back to work after taking a sick leave and i’ve been so graciously given a hearty 12hrs/wk (~$680/month). at minimum wage this doesn’t even pay my rent ($750) and im already $500 in debt because EI has not paid me at all for my leave. im on a lot of expensive medicine, i need to eat and i need to keep the heat on while its -35 degrees celsius outside. 

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(jan. 28, 2020)

small update! ive managed to rake in $80 dollars so far between commissions, donations and some redbubble sales from like the beginning of 2019 that finally processed so ill be able to make rent and pay like. one of my bills.

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(feb. 5, 2020)

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in addition to comms and donations, you can also purchase my designs on redbubble or become a patreon and get access to a bunch of cool stuff like NSFW art, progress pics and art critique. i also am selling a couple furry designs on toyhouse !

[verydeerfitz]

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[ratguzzler-deactivated20181213]

ill be sappy whenever i want. i dont give a shit. i love you. fuck off

[transngelic]

[fivefreakyhearts]

quick doodle of how i imagine them without their protective hair styles

[transngelic]

“i am having a love affair with this ice-cream sandwich.” ( rasmus )

❝ — HILARIOUS. i hope you drop that on the walk home. ❞ he means the ice cream, not the attitude. ( it’s what he specifically finds to be quite amusing. ) rasmus always appears awkwardly out of place in public situations, though generally by his own incidental volition. arms hug tight across his chest, legs pressed together as he tethers himself as close to kakuzu as socially acceptable in an ice cream parlour. the thought of any other stranger inching too close is cause for brows to knit. ❝ do we seriously have to sit here while you eat that ?? you already know i’m not getting myself anything. ❞ he could have very easily shot down the suggestion of nabbing a chilled snack, seeing as they’re something he generally avoids. nonetheless, he’d agreed, only for the sake of sating his husband. kakuzu likes his sweets, and sugared dairy between two TOOTH — ROTTING cookies was surely more than enough. lips quirk as mute bite is taken, eyes drooping and agitated sigh exhaling aloud. ❝ i feel disgusting just … being here. ❞

[fivefreakyhearts]

hidan‌:

Continued from ▽ | @fivefreakyhearts​​​

                                             “ Gotta choose your words better! ”   Oh yeah he knew the moment that hand came out this was gonna hurt, but he got the reaction he wanted.  The geezer was always so stoic and calm or annoyed or whatever, it was boring.  So getting him to react in a combat-ready manner was well worth it!  Except now he couldn’t move his head, bringing a about a groan.

Firmness of the grip clamped around his skull did not waver as he’s yanked upward, and despite the sensation of neck popping he met the other with a shit-eating grin.   “ Because you know I’d come back, find you, and you’d  n e v e r  hear the end of it. ”

he told him to use his head, well. he was certainly thinking outside the BOX. kakuzu’s grip tightened, the integrity of hidan’s skull wavering like a watermelon rind but his words nagged at him. the sincerity of hidan’s threat was not one he wanted to test. kakuzu got enough of the zealot’s preaching when he was in a GOOD mood and he was all the more irritating when he had a grudge to bear.  with that thought in his mind, his grip on his partner’s head was released and his body tossed aside like garbage.

“ the next time you pull a stunt like that i really will  kill you. ”  the threat he spat was an empty one by now, but it was just a part of a ROUTINE he and hidan seemed to instinctively heed to,  “ get up. ” 

[fivefreakyhearts]

continued from ¥ || @wstelanders​

as it turned out, when you fainted as often as rasmus did, you became fairly talented at PREDICTING when such a spell would occur, because soon after he made his announcement kakuzu found himself rising to catch his limp, ninety pound frame securely in his arms. ring was clamped back into its velvet clam shell box and tucked back into his apron before he readjusted himself, cupping the back of his fiance's head with his newly freed hand. he held that position, ignoring the PAIN in his knee and instead focusing on running his fingers through fine, black hair; meditating on the puffs of hot air that seeped through the shoulder of his blouse with every steady, unconscious breath rasmus took.

never had a man made him feel so human. to some, kakuzu was a means to an end, a deadly weapon that took care of deadly problems, if the price was right. to most everyone else, he was a MONSTER. but rasmus was different.

it struck him during their very first game of chess. with centuries of battle strategy under his belt he foiled the dentist with ease, trapping him at every turn with a well placed pawn. but his opponent’s only grief was for his loss, quick to demand a rematch with a piece chucked firmly at his head. he paid no mind to the mask and cloak kakuzu draped himself in, nor his frighteningly discolored eyes or gravely voice. passed up every opportunity to call him a freak in their countless, heated battles over little plastic KINGS and QUEENS. to this day he never questioned any of it. ( not to mention he was quite pretty, too. )

and kakuzu was well and truly SMITTEN because of it.

perhaps he should have noticed the signs earlier; the erratic beating of his hearts when his petite frame entered the room, the smiles that tugged upon masked lips when rasmus pouted over something SILLY. perhaps he should have known he was falling in love and stepped awayー saved himself the heartache of loving a MORTAL MAN. but, in all his years he had never experienced it, had no moment in his extensive past to connect his feelings to. perhaps what they said about soulmates was true, that there was someone for everyone, and the reason some still died alone was simply because they did not live long enough to meet them.

it seemed fitting, at least, that kakuzu's ideal mate be made for the sole purpose of TORMENTING him, and vice versa. they bickered incessantly over the little things, butted heads and often stood firmly in each others way. indeed, there was not one issue they came together on completely, always settling for meeting somewhere in the middle. but, for every irritating quality they possessed, there was a wealth of love and kindness that BEAT just beneath the surface. he came to learn that rasmus did not sanitize his hands before and after touching kakuzu out of disgust for his features, but concern for his well being. that he was just as well aware that he was UNREASONABLE at times, and even more tormented by it. even now, in the living room they shared for years, he asked kakuzu if he was sure about marrying him.

of course he was sure.

nose was pressed into the warm pulse of his fiance's neck as he came alive once more, taking in the scent of HIGH-END aftershave and antiseptic,  “ ...you know, one could argue i have very expensive standards, actually. ”

he chuckled to himself at the thought and suddenly, a wave of relief, satisfaction and love washed over him all at once. it seemed just what exactly he had accomplished had finally sunk in and his hearts now beat in time to an oddly RHYTHMIC tune, one that sang of good fortune and stability. neither concept was one that kakuzu was terribly familiar with, but they were impossible to ignore now that they were propped so weakly against him.

in a burst of romantic inspiration, fiance's cheeks were squished comically between two sturdy hands, and their lips met somewhere in the MIDDLE.

[fivefreakyhearts]

had to draw it.........

@wstelanders

[transngelic]

“marry me.” ( rasmus )

dating, rasmus has since found, is fun. he’s a man who’s knowingly hard to get along with for a wide and varying cast of reasons, yet kakuzu appears to love him all the same. he can think back now to those handful of years ago when he’d been chucking chess pieces at his head for no other explanation than the soreness of his loss, how kakuzu never displayed even an OUNCE of annoyance at his childish exploits. he never became angered when it took months of dutiful cooperation before rasmus would allow unsolicited kissing to occur, grumbled mildly and found the space whenever the dentist wished to stick around without planning. all these years, all these petty examples of pestering conduct that seemed to possess no end, all these idiotic rants over them that ultimately did nothing to alter the state of their relationship; for the life of him, rasmus couldn’t even begin to comprehend why someone would want to extend such torture for themselves. 

rasmus frequently wonders WHY it was that kakuzu bothers with kindness when it comes to himself, what he could possibly see through the haze of neurotic behaviour that clouds his outward personality. dentist doubts he’d ever openly admit to aforementioned generosity, though it’s presence is obvious all the same. no one else would strive to make that bland brand of cooking he so highly prefers, doubts another would trust him with such intimately personal knowledge, couldn’t imagine anyone else being there to both puff a laugh and pet his hair in moments of blistering embarrassment. on the other hand, rasmus believes it far easier to deduce why his admiration for kakuzu runs so deep. there’s never been a man who could counter the nasty bite of his dialogues so swiftly, finds bemused delight in watching expression lighten with something as simple as the gift of chocolates, would be amiss to not mention just how handsome he’s remained since the first day they feuded over a fated game of chess. rightfully, notebooks could be filled with endless traits he thought endearing. 

maybe with such rose tinted ideals of the man in his head, rasmus should find it simpler to see why kakuzu holds that same fondness for him in one way or another. nonetheless, he could hardly find a lick of sense in that when said boyfriend is cupping lithe hand and blinking expectantly. marriage, everyone says, is a long, LONG commitment. he doesn’t think it could ever be possible for the other to put up with his habits til the day he dies. why would he ever want that? ❝ — marry … me ?? ME ?? ❞ he’s double checking for none other than himself, feels a confirmation was in order for assurance. considering there wasn’t another in the confines of their home, ( and kakuzu knows him well enough to have such an adrenaline pumping situation occur in the safety of privacy ), rasmus feels he can cautiously say he isn’t dreaming. as probably predicted, pulse throbs with the rush of his heart. he feels akin to a fish out of water, wonders how foolish he must look doing little more than flapping his lips with no accompanying sound. words are hard to come by at a time like this, eyes widened behind lenses. 

he’s far from adverse, only worried. rasmus thinks verification is needed, that kakuzu was in a solid state of mind and well aware of what he was getting himself into. it’s all rather unreal; boyfriend on one knee in typical fashion, stare insistent, voice lacking anything that would give this away as some manner of practical joke. rasmus gives hand a squeeze, exhales vocal breath. ❝ — kakuzu, i — you’re sure … about that ?? ❞ the man could SNEER about this all he pleased later, shove in his face just how silly he sounded. fears, the dentist feels, aren’t unfounded. he’s damn near unbearable, everyone knows that, ( kakuzu included ). what a pathetic instance he was letting it all get the better of him. otherwise pale features flush with tint, flared red to the point of stinging. squeaky croak frees from his chest, brows knitting in mortification. finally, inflection has returned. ❝ yes !! liefje, of course i’ll marry you, of course. ❞

legs feel particularly weak, ( yet they always seem to ). hand curves over kakuzu’s cheek, thumb putting gentle across the cusp of his cheekbone as rasmus stammers out a laugh. there’s an unmistakable sniffle in the mixture of noises, something to accent the threat of joyful tears that well unbeknownst in his eyes. other things are on his mind that don’t involve disgust at his own bodily fluids for once. ❝ — seriously? me? your standards are atrocious. ❞ digits make to grasp shoulder now, both a ploy to make additionally wanted contact and to keep himself upon feet. breath is airy, skin returning to its absent tone of colouration. ❝ ah, i think i’m going to FAINT. in a good way, trust me, but — ❞