#im sensitive

[kustkebab]

“They are so disproportionate” ok okokok okokokok okok okokokok okok okok

[strrykais]

since im not doing an event, ill give you a photo of me! maybe its time for the world to see what i look like … be warned!!

kinda nervous bc if someone KNOWS me …

[haileycrybaby]

[ironcade]

life is depressing right now and all i want is michael robinavitch.

so i think about what it's like waking up with him. it's a day off for him, one that happily aligns with yours. you wake up first, slowly blinking your eyes open as light peaks through your blinds. you are very sluggish, rousing very little initially. then you feel the warm arms that around wrapped around your waist. you two are naked, so you feel a radiating warmth that is so perfect. tucked into the crook of your neck, there is soft breaths caressing the sensitive skin there. steady, deep, slow. maybe some slight snoring, but you would be polite and never mention it. hair brushes up against you, shaggy and uncontrolled. maybe at one point it might have bothered you, but not now.

your eyes shift just slightly, allowing you to peer at the peaceful form of michael, the love of your life. rarely does he ever look so relaxed and unbothered. yet now, in the safety of your bedroom, clinging to you, he is at his most calm. you offer him that, create a sanctuary with just your mere presence. it allows him to rest. he does not have to be so on guard, so attentive and reactive. you, his other half, allow him to be just michael.

a slow smile tugs are your lips as you study him with half lidded eyes. sleep still clings to you but you take a moment to enjoy michael as he is. then you move just a little to place a kiss on his forehead.

this seems to draw the man from his slumber, letting out a soft hum as his body adjusts. as slowly as you did, he rouses from his sleep. eventually, his eyes open, his face scrunching up in displeasure as light his him. however, that immediately melts into a look of love and admiration as he drifts his attention to you.

"morning," michael rumbles, his voice deep and scratchy in all the most attractive ways.

you smile and shift your hand to begin gently caressing his head, carding through his hair. "good morning," you reply softly.

michael smiles before snuggling into your neck. nothing more needs to be said in the moment. instead, you two bask in the presence of each other, content to appreciate the comfortable silence that befalls you two. there is no rush to start the day. you two have a whole day ahead of you. for now, you simply enjoy the peace you find in each other.

[cookiedough77]

i dunno what this guys actual name is but im going with copycat because the creator said it and im sticking to it

link to orginal design/post by @gimme-that-felix-content

your honor, i am obsessed

[joysss3]

Hihi! This is my first fanfic and I kinda have no idea what I'm doing 🥹 pls be kind I'm sensitive 😣

Plot: Sylus misses you and randomly shows up to your apartment to take care of you after you had a rough mission. (Yes, you didn't tell him. He just knows.)

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You were exhausted. Beyond exhausted, and wanted to just lay in bed and scroll on your phone. You didn't even have the energy to change your clothes, let alone take a whole shower. Your body ached and so did your migraine.

The second you stepped into your cozy home, which seemed too heavy at this moment, you shut the door and kicked your shoes off, sighing loudly. You stomped towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking through it, trying to find whatever left overs you can scrap—being too lazy to put together a proper meal—before you heard a screeching tap on your window.

You frowned, looking at the direction of the noise. After noticing what was disturbing your frustrated state, your frown deepened, walking over to the window and opening it, allowing Mephisto to enter. You smacked his little beak lightly, "You sure know how to disturb someone in a moment of anger, huh? Just like your dad." You said that last sentence in a mumble.

A second or so after you said that, your phone rang. It was no other than Sylus. You swiped to the right, answering the call and putting it on speaker so you could continue looking through your fridge. "Hi, Sylus. Get your stupid son out of my house please. He's disturbing me." You didn't even give Sylus a chance to speak yet. He let out a hearty chuckle. "Hello to you too, Kitten. He doesn't look like he's disturbing you. Besides, his father is on his way up the stairs right now to come and pick him up."

Of course. What did you expect? Although you didn't say it or show it, a small smile spread on your face, your mind calming slightly at the thought of his presence being so close. You knew why he was really here. It wasn't for Mephisto. It was for you. "Jeez. Stalker." You masked your real feelings behind those two degrading but playful words.

"Your stalker is standing in front of your door. Are you going to open, or let him freeze to death?" His voice was calm and velvety. And maddening. And handsome... You scoffed, rolling your eyes once more before you made your way towards the front door, keeping the fridge open. "You don't even feel cold, Sylus." You twisted the door knob, pulling the door open for him. He stood in front of you, his phone against his ear and a small smirk complimenting his manly features.

He hung up the phone, placing it in his pocket, and you threw yours on the entry way's table. He walked inside, closing the door behind him. His presence almost felt like a necessity in your home. He was here so often it felt right for him to show up unannounced, and it felt wrong whenever he wouldn't be here. He tilted his head to the side, opening his arms in a caring gesture.

"Rough day, hm?" The moment he did this, your grumpy expression faltered, now exposing your exhaustion. You melted into his arms, wrapping your own around his waist and burying your face into his chest. "Mhm..." You mumbled against the fabric of his jacket. He moved one of his hands to rest gently on the back of your head and the other around your shoulders. "I know, sweetie... it's okay. I'm here."

Since he was now here, it was as if you had lost all your ability to do anything around the house—being so used to Sylus taking care of you whenever he was with you. He carried you to the bed, lining up your pillows for you just how you liked them and placing your favorite plushies beside you before preparing dinner for you.

You lay in bed, eyes drooping slightly but not letting yourself fall asleep just yet. You wanted to be with him for longer. To be awake and feel him beside you, looking after you and making sure you were well fed and rested. You wanted to see his eyes boring into yours, that small and delicate smile plastered on his beautiful face. You simply just wanted him.

Eventually, he entered your bedroom with a bowl of hot soup in his hands, placing it on the nightstand with your favorite spoon—the one with the flower engraved designs on its handle and the perfect amount of deepness to scoop up your food. "Eat. Then rest. I'll stay with you throughout the night if you want me to." Was that even a question? Of course you wanted him to.

"Yeah. Yeah, I want you to." You replied quickly, as if fearing he would make up his own mind and leave if you didn't answer him right away. He chuckled, running a hand through your hair, watching as you ate the soup. "I'm going to run you a bath. Eat as I do so, hm?" You nodded slowly, as if not believing this. He was like an angel—ironically—who was sent to you from the heavens. An angel to do those things for you when you were too gone to do them yourself. An angel who loved you, pampered you, and at the same time thought and spoke highly of you, never belittling you. An angel who despite is accused of being scary and a monster, loves you dearly. An angel who isn't afraid of showing you just how much he loves and cares for his beloved.

You had finished your meal and your bath—Sylus had helped you finish both of those tasks—and you were now in your warm pajamas, cuddled up in bed. Your head rested against his chest, one of your legs hooked up on his hip. One of his hands was on top of your head and the other gripped your thigh softly, slowly and carefully massaging the skin covered by fabric.

"You were stalking me. That's how you knew I needed you. Right?" You asked in a low voice, scared to break the intimacy of this moment. You could feel him shake his head. "No. I wouldn't call it stalking. I was...simply looking after you. And, to enlighten you, I think I needed you just as much as you did today." You smiled, small, but there. You could mostly feel your cheeks heat up ever so slightly at the serious words leaving his lips.

You nuzzled further against his chest, not answering. He stared down at your head, feeling your eyes shuttle close. Slowly but surely, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep in your lover's reassuring and calming embrace. He pressed a light kiss on your head before closing his own eyes, falling asleep alongside you.

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Y'all help...write reviews and tips in the comments? 🥹 And let me know if u enjoyed my writing and if I should continue! If you think I should, I would appreciate some suggestions for prompts. Fluff and smut are both welcome!

[b3autyqnnz444]

Old Till art I never posted to tmblr.

Ts so chopped unc 😭😭💔

[simpjaes]

he’s unreal. such a pretty voice, insane skill, he’s beautiful. that’s my man