Kaely-Hime

Secretly a mermaid 

[earthsrirshaart]

A Christmas gift for his wifey 🤭🎄

[earthsrirshaart]

Just another normal day in N109 Zone

[earthsrirshaart]

He’s mad at his dada because his dada won’t let him fly 🥺

[earthsrirshaart]

The Chubby Little Dragon and His Dada 🩷

[earthsrirshaart]

I’m not alone. Within my soul, I carry my beloved 🥀🌹

[abyssyby]

“sweetie.”

“not now, sylus.”

a sourness curls his face at your audacity. his next word is uttered with an edge, “beloved.”

… that clearly has no rival to your sharpness. “sylus?”

taken aback, he blinks. but stands firm in what he demands. this thirst needing to be quenched. his presence needing attention. “come cuddle.”

in the tension of name calling, you didnt know you’ve held your breath so deeply. and at the revelation, you release with a fond and slightly irked sigh. “later, sy. okay?”

“you’ve been rearranging the living room for two hours.” he points out, following you as you take off once again.

“and i left you a chair with a table to rest on.”

“and what shall i do with those, hm?”

“i don’t know,” you turn to look at his corner. amongst the mess of unattended and jumbled furniture in the middle of your living room, it seemed like a perfect haven. “maintain your gun?”

he scoffs in disbelief. “i suppose you’ll get me a tv next to get me out of your hair.”

thats not a bad idea, actually. “would you like that?”

“no.” he deadpans.

“okay, then back to your gun.”

he almost laughs were it not for you trying to escape again. walking off to the storage room to get more things. and you admit, it’s a lot. but owning a house is a lot. and you just want the space to be usable and comfy and worthy of love.

“angel,” he sighs, finally grabbing onto your shoulders and halting you. forcing— no, begging you to see him. “i’m here.”

“and the house is a mess,” you frown. frustrated, the edges of your vision blur. he’s wrong, you’ve been working on this house for days. and still, on the very day you looked forward to him visiting, it isn’t ready. and you’re fed up, and exhausted and humiliated for letting him stay here no matter how many times he insists he doesn’t mind. “you’re here. and it’s a mess!”

he frowns. “am i getting in your way?”

what an atrocious thing to make him think. “no! no…” you sniffle, holding his face in your hands and caressing the contours of his cheekbones to ground yourself. “not at all, i didn’t mean it like that.”

he leans to your touch, lips kissing the center of your palm. “then?”

you look around. piles of trinkets unkempt, pillows strewn about, the carpets crumpled, tables and chairs scattered like a disaster after a hurricane. “i just… i thought i’d be done by now—and that i could welcome you to something… nicer than this.”

he purses his lips. wipes your tears. “ah.”

“would you like me to go?” he asks, brushing wild strands of hair out of your face.

“no,” you admit, fingers weighing heavier on his skin.

“can i help?”

you bite your cheek. “i can’t ask that of you.”

he snorts in amusement, catching your gaze. “why not?”

“you’re my guest.” you insist, like its an obvious fact.

“and your partner.” he counters, chuckling. “i didn’t think you’d have trouble with bossing me around. you do it so much when we’re in—“

“that’s!” you shush him, pressing panicked palms to his face to shut his pie hole. “enough!”

he’s all giggles now that you’re flustered. “the house is beautiful. you’re doing a great job, and i like being here. done or not.”

your heart is butter under the warmth of his words and you spare him a small smile. “you mean that?”

“anywhere is home as long as you’re there.” he reiterates sincerely, pulling you closer. he glances at the mess. “this is nothing. we lived in a cave once.”

you are bright when you laugh and he revels in your luminance. your fondness now felt in the breath you take, “i remember.”

and he’s glad you do.

“now…” his fangs glisten when he grins. knowing that he’s captured your heart and will give him at least a sliver of a chance. he leans, pressing his lips on your mouth. he melts when you kiss him back, draping himself over you.

you pull away chuckling at his eagerness. “what are you even here for?”

his brow quirks at your teasing inquiry, and the corners of his lips curl at the simple answer. “i’m here for cuddles.”

[unorilisa]

[sharpreria]

🐅 Liger I DO NOT REPOST

[queenharumiura]

2024 Akira Amano 'The Characters' Exhibition bonus 'Selfie-style' cards.

[ID: Official art of multiple characters from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

They're all drawn as if taking a selfie, most of them smiling and/or doing a peace sign or another playful gesture with their hand.

Reborn, Colonnello, Viper and Fon are in their cursed forms, with Viper pulling their hood down, trying to hide more of their face.

Gokudera waves at us, with "Vongola Famiglia" written on his palm and the Vongola's emblem drawn on it too. Lambo is in his Ten Years Later version, Tsuna's shown both in his normal state and in Hyper Dying Will mode, Basil is in Hyper Dying Will mode too and Chrome's wearing cat ears.

Squalo and Xanxus are scowling. /End ID]

ID courtesy of @hopeswriting.

[rebornologist]

♡ happy kinktober! - "A Negotiation" ✧ Hibari Kyouya/Reader

warnings: afabReader, piv sex, spit, squirting, missionary, a little D/s dynamic, ending feels sooo domestic I love them bgm: The Summoning - Sleep Token ; 562 words

"H-hey Kyou—ah!"

The words are caught in the back of your throat and you gasp for air amidst the attempt to plead for him to ease off a little, whole body shifting and rocking with every snap of his hips against your ass. The wet squelch of fluids and slap of bare skin on skin make your cheeks burn.

"What, little one?" He quirks an eyebrow, a slight tilt in his head as he regards you.

"Too- mmh, too much.." you manage to whine out, attempting to hide your face in embarrassment.

"Look at me," Kyouya mumbles, a slender hand releasing its grip on your thigh to gently brush your hands away from obscuring that flushed face and fucked out expression that he adored. He brushes a thumb over your plump lips, feeling the heat of your breath fan over it as you mewl and pant under him.

A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, eyes narrowing in satisfaction at how you melt like putty in his hands. A sweet escape from the usual stressors of life, a few hours to go absolutely dumb and lose yourself in him.

His hand moves to press at the hinges of your jaw, easing your mouth open. "Tongue out," he instructs, hips slowing per your request.

You easily oblige. His spit is warm as it falls on your tongue, and you feel yourself involunarily clench around him in response. He grunts softly, brows furrowing as he presses his other hand over your lower belly.

"Relax, baby."

You do your best and dare not break eye contact as you swallow in obedience.

"Good," he mumbles, leaning down for a kiss. This man was obsessed with kissing you, evidenced by your kiss-swollen lips and the love bites littering your body.

Every little moan was hungrily swallowed up by him, and the palm flat on your tummy didn't stop your squirming from the heaviness of him against that spongy spot inside of you. You knew he was losing himself in the feeling of you when he picked up the pace again and you felt the mounting pressure in your core with every drag of his thick cock along your walls. He was always relentless in every way, no matter how hard he tried to play nice with you.

"Kyou-ahh—hah.. cum..ming, cum—mmh!" You manage to gasp between breathtaking kisses, unable to properly warn him when you tumbled off the cliff into orgasm. Your mind so warm and fuzzy as you were dragged beneath the foamy waves of pleasure, fluids splashing all over his lower stomach and dripping down your thighs and ass.

That doesn't stop him from continuing to rock deep inside you, relishing in the way you convulsed around him until you spasmed hard and pushed him out with another gush of liquid. He steadies himself and strokes his soaked cock once, twice, before releasing on your stomach.

Your chest heaves and you take a moment to come down from your high. A pout instantly takes over your glowing features when you realize what he's done.

"What is this, payback?" You groan at the warm, sticky feeling of his cum on you. You really didn't mean to squirt all over him, and he knew that.

"Hm, yeah," Kyouya snorts and replies matter-of-factly, that ghost of a smile still gracing his handsome face.

fin.

I had to keep shaving this down as I wrote bc I told myself these would only be 300 words... try 300~500 I guess (no one look @ my Heine fic but ik when writing that it was 100% for me and maybe 1 other person only). Also I have a crush on Y/N in this too Kyouya. I miss y'all sm but I must fall off the face of the interwebz bc grants and apps and the grind never stopsssss ><. -g

[farshioli]

Sillies 🌸

[barelyalivesstuff]

Tsukki's Girlfriend—⁠☆

Summary: Karasuno’s going through 7 stages of grief after finding out their beloved blocker has a girlfriend, who is surprisingly SWEET!?.

Warnings: Tsukishima Kei x Oblivious!female!reader, reader is oblivious maybe a little too much, chaos and lots of fluff.

Characters: Tsukishima Kei(ft.Karasuno).

A/N: *cries in singleness*(ToT).

The entire Karasuno team had gathered in the gym for evening practice, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and volleyballs thudding in rhythmic chaos. Nishinoya was screaming about rolling-thunder, Kageyama was yelling about sets, and Tsukishima was—

Standing there, glaring at them, as usual.

Except Hinata noticed something different.

“Hey, Tsukishima,” he said as the team broke for water. “You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately.”

“I don’t smile.”

“You literally just did!”

Daichi raised an eyebrow from across the room. “You? Smiling? Must be serious.”

The gym quieted. Even Nishinoya stopped bouncing his ball.

Tanaka leaned forward, grinning like a hyena. “Wait. Tsukishima Kei…is that a girlfriend smile?”

Tsukishima froze mid-sip of water. “No.”

“Liar!” Hinata yelled immediately, pointing accusingly. “You totally have a girlfriend!”

“Oi, shrimp, stop talking nonsense—”

“WHO IS SHE?” Nishinoya practically screamed, jumping onto Tanaka’s shoulders. “IS SHE TALL? IS SHE COOL? DOES SHE EXIST?!”

Yamaguchi bit his lip to stifle a laugh. “Um. Actually…she does.”

Tsukishima turned to him slowly. “Yamaguchi.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Don’t.”

Too late.

Kiyoko, of all people, blinked in mild surprise. “You’re dating someone, Tsukishima?”

Even Sugawara’s smile turned dangerously curious. “Well, this is news. She must be someone special if you’re actually putting effort into hiding her.”

Tsukishima rubbed his temples. “You people are exhausting.”

But the damage was done.

Within minutes, the entire gym was buzzing with wild theories about the mysterious girlfriend. Nishinoya was convinced she must be “a cool college girl who likes clubbing.” Hinata thought “a mean girl who is mean to everyone except him .” Tanaka was sure “a tall queen who can handle his sarcasm.”

Daichi finally sighed. “Okay, everyone calm down. Tsukishima doesn’t have to tell us anything.”

But Kageyama squinted. “Then why is Yamaguchi laughing?”

Yamaguchi flinched. “N-no reason!”

Practice ended late that evening, the sky soft orange. Tsukishima was walking out of the gym with his bag slung over his shoulder when his phone buzzed.

[Name]: “I’m outside! Got your favorite strawberry milk :)”

Yamaguchi saw the message flash over his shoulder, eyes widening. “O-oh. She’s here?”

Tsukishima’s ears tinted pink. “Yeah, she wanted to walk home together.”

“Wait—outside the gym??”

Before Tsukishima could respond, the doors burst open and the entire team spilled out like excited puppies.

Nishinoya screamed,“WHERE IS SHE?”

Tanaka screamed joining him,“OUR LITTLE TSUKKI HAS A GIRLFRIEND—OH MY GOD!”

“STINKYSHIMA’S GIRLFRIEND EXISTS!!” Hinata was so shocked that he almost tripped.

While Kageyama was too stunned to speak.

“Kill me,” Tsukishima muttered under his breath.

And then they saw you.

You were standing by the bike racks, a sweet, gentle smile lighting up your face, holding two cartons of strawberry milk in your hands. You waved cheerfully. “Kei! I got the kind you like! Oh, hello!”

You blinked as the Karasuno team collectively froze like they’d just spotted a unicorn—a very cute one.

Tsukishima took the milk from you quickly, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “thanks, idiot,” but his ears were scarlet.

“...You’re her?” Sugawara whispered.

You tilted your head, confused. “Me?”

“Holy crap, she’s adorable,” Tanaka breathed.

“She called him Kei,” Hinata whispered, awestruck. “She calls him Kei!”

Daichi tried to keep order, but even he couldn’t help but smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Daichi Sawamura, captain of the team. I hope Tsukishima’s treating you well.”

You laughed softly, eyes warm. “It's nice to meet you Daichi-san, I am [Name] and don't worry Kei's very sweet, actually.”

Tsukishima choked on his drink. “Don’t—say things like that in front of them.”

You blinked. “Why? It’s true.”

The team lost it.

Nishinoya fell to his knees. “TSUKISHIMA IS SWEET?! WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS?!”

Hinata’s jaw dropped. “How?? How did you do it?? He yells at me for breathing wrong!!”

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we go now?”

But you, ever oblivious and sweet, just smiled at the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you! Kei talks about you a lot!”

Every head snapped toward Tsukishima in slow motion.

Tanaka gasped. “He TALKS about us?!”

Yamaguchi was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “Oh, he definitely does.”

You continued innocently, “He said Hinata’s really energetic but dumb, Kageyama’s super serious but also dumb and that Suga-san’s nice but a little scary when angry—”

Tsukishima groaned, turning his face away from the group.

“KEI!! You didn’t tell me they were all so funny!” you laughed, completely missing how he was slowly dying inside. “We should all hang out sometime!”

Hinata clasped your hands dramatically. “Please. Please save us from his sarcasm.”

Tsukishima grabbed your wrist gently, muttering, “We’re leaving.”

“But Kei—”

“Now.”

You pouted but agreed anyway.

After sharing goodbyes the team watched as you and Tsukishima walked away together, your hand swinging lightly in his.

Nishinoya exhaled deeply. “I can’t believe Tsukishima Kei has a girlfriend who smiles like that.”

Tanaka wiped away a fake tear. “Our salty little blocker’s grown up.”

Sugawara folded his arms, smirking. “He’s definitely whipped.”

“Whipped,” Kageyama agreed solemnly.

Hinata nodded. “Absolutely whipped.”

(While making that monk face XD).

Meanwhile, Tsukishima glanced at you beside him—your cheeks lit by the sunset, humming softly, oblivious to everything.

He sighed. “You…have no idea what you just did back there.”

You blinked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He looked away, ears pink again. “Just… you talk too much sometimes.”

“But they were so nice! I liked them!”

He exhaled slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching up despite himself. “You would.”

You smiled at him, tilting your head. “You’re blushing, Kei.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re cute,” you said, completely serious.

He tripped over his own foot.

That night, Karasuno’s group chat exploded.

[Yamaguchi]: She’s the sweetest person I ever meet.

[Hinata]: How is he dating her???

[Nishinoya]: SHE CALLED HIM KEI (;-;).

[Tanaka]: The way she smiled at him... bro was about to melt.

[Daichi]: Don’t tease him too much.

[Sugawara]: Oh, I will.

And somewhere across town, Tsukishima was glaring at his phone while you were sitting beside him, happily sharing a pack of strawberry Pocky.

“Why do you look so angry?” you asked.

He sighed, leaning his body against yours quietly. “Because you met my team.”

“Didn’t you want that?”

“No.”

“Really? But they liked me!”

“I know.”

He paused. Then muttered, “Too much.”

You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder. “That’s okay. I like them too. But I like you most.”

He froze again, face bright red. “You really don’t know what you’re saying sometimes.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”

He didn’t answer—just clicked his tongue, turned his head, and hid the smallest smile.

A week later, at practice, the team was still teasing him.

“Hey, Tsukishima, your girlfriend texted you again?” Hinata said in a teasing way.

“Aww, tell her we said hi!” Sugawara appeared behind him.

“I will not.”

But when everyone turned away, Yamaguchi caught it—

That tiny, quiet smile he thought Tsukishima wasn’t capable of.

And yeah, maybe Karasuno had discovered something wild that week—

That behind all the sarcasm and deadpan attitude…

Tsukishima Kei really could be soft—for someone sweet enough, not to even realize how much he loved them.

Especially you.

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Don't steal,copy,edit or use my works in any form without my permission.

Barelyalive out!

[sunsetagain]

Affinity level 158 moment post: Indoor Rock Climbing

[sylus-shivanika]

The Paradox of Sylus and MC's aether core: Analysis.

(My Personal Interpretation and Fan inspired idea.) *Contains spoilers from Shared bliss*

In this card "Shared bliss", Sylus’s aether core is portrayed as an other entity within him, a paradox of creation and destruction. Though it dwells in his eyes, the very mirrors of his soul, he distances himself by calling it “its” instead of “mine,”, as if it were a beast with its own will. At times it amplifies his sexual desires until they feel unbearable, other times its appetite turns more voracious, craving power, life, or even the annihilation of entire planets. This is why Sylus never voices his hunger outright; he fears it isn’t truly him but the core demanding satisfaction, and so he clings to consent as proof that intimacy belongs to him, not the monster inside. When MC resonates with him, her own core mirrors this paradox: one side violent and consuming, urging her to possess and devour, and another side healing, easing his torment until he finally finds rest. Together, their resonance embodies a cycle of destruction and rebirth, showing that neither is defined solely by violence or desire, but by how they transform each other through resonance.

1. He calls it “It” throughout

He never once says “I”. Instead:

- "It's"

- “its appetite”

- “it eats”

- “I don’t let it get its way”

- "What if what it wants for me to completely devour you"

This clearly shows Sylus sees his aether core as an other entity, a separate being with its own will and appetite. He doesn’t say “I get hungry” or “my power devours” he distances himself.

2. What it craves is unpredictable:

- Sometimes harmless: lavish dinner, rare gems.

- Sometimes intangible: a gambler’s victory, an insignificant statement.

- Sometimes catastrophic: entire life of a planet.

This randomness shows how terrifyingly unstable the core is. It’s not like a hunger for food you can satisfy, it’s capricious, like a predator that could want anything, at any scale.

3. “The way it eats is also unique”

This is chilling, it doesn’t just take, it possesses, devours, and leaves nothing behind. Almost parasitic, like it swallows the essence of things until they don’t exist anymore. That’s why he fears it so deeply, it doesn’t consume like fire or hunger, it erases.

4. “I don’t let it get its way every time”

This tiny line shows his lifelong struggle. He’s constantly fighting it, restraining it, denying it. That’s exhausting. He’s not just battling trauma, he’s literally battling an inner entity every day, like living in a cage with a beast that wants to eat the world.

The tragedy is:

He sees himself as the jailer of a monster.

He doesn’t credit himself for being strong enough to hold it back, he only fears the moments he might fail.

That’s why he clings so fiercely to control and consent, because inside, he’s terrified of what happens if he ever “lets it have its way.”

Sylus’s aether core really does embody duality. It’s like a single entity with two faces:

1. The intimate side (sexual desire)

It amplifies sexual desires to extreme levels, making Sylus feel almost consumed by arousal.

This is why he feels “monstrous” even in something as human as wanting sex. To him, it doesn’t feel like his desire, it feels like the core’s hunger, demanding satisfaction.

2. The destructive side (voracious hunger)

It craves power, essence, life itself, up to the point of devouring entire planets.

It doesn’t just want physical pleasure, it wants to consume existence itself, to leave nothing behind.

The Duality:

It’s almost like his core has two hungers,

One is for intimacy/connection, which it twists into overpowering sexual craving.

The other is for domination/obliteration, devouring life, erasing.

MC’s resonance experience:

When she resonates, her mind starts whispering: “possess him, devour him, he is yours.”

This shows that her aether core also has a destructive, consuming instinct, just like his.

She unknowingly digs her nails into him until he bleeds.

Proof that this side of her core is physical, dangerous, and not fully under her conscious will.

What happens after:

When Sylus stops her, she’s shocked, horrified at herself.

But Sylus feels relief because that resonance actually calms his desires.

He falls asleep, at peace, which almost never happens for him.

The Paradox of MC’s aether Core

Her core seems to carry two faces:

1. Violent / Devouring side, just like his, it pushes instincts of possession, domination, even destruction.

2. Healing / Rebirth side, it soothes him, eases the dangerous force inside him, and brings him peace, something he’s never known.

So yes, her resonance destroys him in one sense, violence, blood, nails, but also rebirths him in another, relief, rest, quieting of desire.

The symbolism:

Together, their resonance is like a cycle of death → rebirth.

His core is destruction wrapped in creation.

Her core is violence wrapped in healing.

When they connect, they don’t cancel each other, they transform each other.

It’s almost like MC’s role is not to erase Sylus’s destructive side of his aether core, but to show him that even something dangerous can carry rebirth, that he isn’t only destruction.

And Sylus is stuck in the middle, trying to separate his true self, the man who just wants to love and be loved, from the entity inside him that pushes every urge to extremes.

That’s why he’s so careful with MC. He doesn’t just fear hurting her physically, he fears that giving in even once might mean letting the voracious side take over.

Creation side: his core amplifies intimacy, resonance, sex, connection. When MC and Sylus resonate, flowers literally bloom. That’s life being created from his power.

Destruction side: the same core can devour life, erase entire worlds until not even a crumb remains. That’s absolute void, the end of creation.

So his aether core is not just “two opposites” (duality), it’s a paradox, because the very force that creates, love, blooming, resonance, is also the force that can obliterate everything.

And that paradox lives right in his eyes. Every time MC looks at him, she’s looking at both:

The beauty of creation, life blooming through resonance, and the terror of destruction, a hunger that could erase planets.

That’s why Sylus is so tragic, he carries both salvation and ruin inside him, and he doesn’t trust himself to lean toward the beautiful side without hurting someone.

Intimacy as Stabilization:

When they have sex in this card, it doesn’t just satisfy desire, it stabilizes his aether core and the surrounding space. His fever goes down, the deepspace fluctuations stop, and the chaotic energy of his core is partially released safely. The resonance between their cores transforms destructive impulses into relief and rest, demonstrating once again the cycle of destruction and rebirth in their bond.

There is still a lot of ambiguity surrounding both Sylus and MC’s aether cores, and many details remain unexplored. I feel that this will be further revealed and discussed in his upcoming content, and I’m so excited to see more information about their cores, how they interact, and how the paradox of creation and destruction continues to unfold.

[miss-hunt3r]

This and nothing else 😔

(Cr: nan_artwork, repost with permission)

[miss-hunt3r]

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