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dovahkiining · 1 year

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thinking about william and gillion and. good heavens destiny encompasses both of them. for gillion it is a suit of armor he's growing out of and for william it is a shirt and shoes sizes far too big. they both look out of place and yet neither are allowed to change. all gillion ever wanted was a destiny, because he never wanted to be a disappointment. if things are set in stone and woven into fate, that makes up for the shortcomings. his destiny is to be great. he will be great. he cannot fall short of that, too. but william has accepted being the disappointment. william has accepted that he's failed. failed at living and failed at dying and he's tired of being told there's more. that he just has to push himself further and further. just one more step until he's over the edge. falling like he has time and time again. both of them will never be free of destiny. both of them will be stained with dead boy and champion of the undersea until they die. but gillions arc is realizing he doesn't need to be great to be wanted. to be worthy. and williams arc is realizing he can be great. he can be worthy. and for both of them, this is done outside of their "fate". this is done on their own path that they fought to keep! both of their arcs leading up to making their own ending. to throwing away what was forced upon them and growing into their own skin. william wisp is not a boy from deadwood nor is he a zombie boy. he is a prime defender. gillion tidestrider is not a sword or a shield or champion of the undersea. he is captain of the albatross. how they've looked into the eyes of their destinies bared their teeth and looked away. if you know fate you can change fate. and they changed theirs. they're stained with what could've been but that does not mean they are doomed to it, you know? you are your past but your past does not have to be your future and what have you. so interesting they're like bugs to me

#simply ... charlie is such an interesting guy to me #because his characters are wildly different and yet also always so similar at their core #they're always trying to outrun. something. be it destiny fate or what have you it all boils down to the same thing #they're always running—be it mental w william or physical w gil #and its so interesting to see how the puzzle pieces click into place for how and where they will end up #but like also. charlie voice haha what if gils arc ended with him dying as one last fuck you to the undersea #this is. sooo terribly incoherent i know i just have so many thoughts #i really need to go into apotheosis soon because i am Certain peter follows this #in a different way from what i can tell but. well. gil and will are also very different with how they viewed and view their ''fate''#bleh. anyway. im normal about the pcs charlie plays can you tell #uhhh #jrwi spoilers #vaguely...? i think #prime defenders spoilers #fuck it sure #jrwi #spiff rambles

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sly-fin · 10 months

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I gotta stop going like a month without drawing so please send some sketch requests if you want to :D

Or if my ask box thing isn’t working or visible, just dm it or reblog this with it lol

I’ll do characters from Pokemon (gen 4 and up), Comp of Final Fantasy VII, BotW&TotK, and Castlevania (Netflix series and Symphony of the Night)

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magpigment · 9 months

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copycat

imitator that you are, you have no face, no home, no love, no hope, and are destined to copy aimlessly and wander pointlessly, looking for meaning you cannot comprehend.

is this what you wanted?

you, who only ever tries to be what other people want?

have you found what you were looking for? have you found what you were hoping to find?

by trying to be everyone, you are now a smoldering wreck of what you could have been.

was there ever anyone you could have been to begin with? were you ever your own person? when was the last time you were you?

lonely you are now, the shapeless shapeshifter, no one left to copy. so you self-reflect, amplifying your own worst traits until you are nothing but a monster.

is this who you wanted to be? no. is this how you had to be? who you had to be? maybe. is this who you ended up anyway? yes.

for you are here now, near the end of a long road, desperately clinging to the last shreds of identity and echoes of the past and your present that you have left.

you may not be here for long, though.

you're only able to keep this shape for so long, after all.

#dandy writing #dandy talks #this has been sitting in my notes for the better part of like. two years??#definitely since 2021 at least #i just found this again tho as i was listening to apotheosis and like. it’s so so so rumi core #jrwi rumi #jrwi apotheosis #i just think it fits very well but this was not originally written for them

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ask-peip-official · 1 year

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watts you should still go into that broom closet-broom closet anon

Johnny Macandcheese kinda locked the door to the broom closet so I can't do shit angmore

#God this is so Stanley Parable core #the apotheosis event #broom closet saga

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jrwiyuri · 2 years

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Also I think Elena is a blank flank.

#stupid snake talk #i feel slightly bad for saying this #but like truly I am not using this as an insult to be like #‘they don’t have any core or true talent’#i think #idk #i hate the idea of cutie marks anyway #and I just don’t think they would have one #at least not at the point in their life when apotheosis ends #like yeah they decided to become their true self and that’s all well and good genuinly but I don’t think that in of itself is like #enough(?)#again not in a mean way tho #like #in MY opinion #i think Elena would definitely need more time to still discover themself #yknow?#fully understand who they are #just because you become yourself you don’t immediatly understand yourself #and I think that if Elena were to have a cutie mark #it would be a while into the future after the ending events of the last episode #and I think it would happen entirely without them even knowing #and that’s only IF they were to ever possibly get a cutie mark #and I don’t think he would personally tbh #and that’s okay ^_^

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oqulis · 1 year

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I love having a song that you are soooo normal about

#this post is abt end-world normopathy and also pyre son lux. and apotheosis from hit 2012 game Journey #but mostly end-world normopathy rn. FLEETING WORDS IN PEN I TELL THE STORY OF SALPÊTRIÉRE DISSONANT AGAIN AND SHOWN DISORGANIZED #WITHOUT A PRAYER CORNERED BY A PSYCHE IN A WORLD THAT NEVER TRULY ENDS THOUGH YOULL NEVER DIE YOUVE FOUND THAT ALL EYE ARE STARING #AT YOUR HANDS (THE CORE OF MY DESIGN YOUR EYES LOOK DOWN AT MINE IT NEVER TRULY ENDS AS METAL BREAKS AND BENDS)#featuring funky industrial church choir grungecore whatever the fuck it goes hard

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barghesthowls · 10 months

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Now I don't personally believe that Dracula was for real terrified of Mina, however, he did flee after seeing this dainty girl (who saw him in the graveyard with his red eyes and immense figure) not faint or scream or freeze or flee despite her obvious fear but run straight at him.

Dracula is at his worst when something he wasn't anticipating happens. He wasn't expecting Jonathan to pick himself up and literally crawl up the castle walls and dare try to kill him. If he was expecting that, he'd not be having a scar now. He wasn't expecting the Captain of the Demeter to defy him by tying himself up on the wheel with a crucifix. If he did, the logs would have been gone now.

Mina woke up and ran into the night defying every fear, convention, risk, to save Lucy from man or beast. That wasn't on his Bingo card. He was forced to stop hurting Lucy and fled.

Then Mina wakes up again, sensing something wrong, and goes to the window and spots him. He flies closer a couple of times but she remains there. He's forced to flee again. Mina believes she scared the 'bat'.

To me, these two scenes establish a few things.

-Bravery as a core trait for Mina.

-Mina as the one who hunts Dracula down.

Jonathan wounded him in his box, the Captain denied him apotheosis, but Mina made him run.

#dracula daily #mina murray #count dracula #jonathan harker #the captain of the demeter #implied dracula spoilers

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comicaurora · 3 months

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In the latest trope talk you used Odo as part of your examples. I think You've talked about Star Trek: The Next Generation before but not Deep Space Nine and I just had some questions about what you thought about the show.

What did you most/least enjoy about the series?

What did you think of DS9's syndicated episodes compared to contemporary trek's (TNG, VOY) episodic nature?

How do you feel about the Dominion storyline as a whole? Did you feel like it went against Star Trek's utopian future?

Which characters stood out to you the most/had the most engaging development?

What do you think gagh tastes like?

Any other thoughts about the series?

Oh man, DS9.

I have this very consistent pattern of thinking that the star trek I have most recently watched is the best star trek. When I watched TNG it was the best because of its standout episodes that let Patrick Stewart and Brent Spiner show off. Then when I watched Voyager it was the best because Janeway was incredible and 7 of 9's arc was a beautiful iteration on the "inhuman character explores humanity" star trek trope. Then when I got to DS9 I was like "Oh, so this is what actually good Star Trek looks like." I do think I'm actually right this time, though.

I think they really took advantage of how different the core premise of the show was from previous Star Treks. Because the setting was very consistent, the episodic variations on the formula weren't dedicated to seeking out Weird New Shit, but to focusing on the characters and their dynamics with one another. Correspondingly I think the best thing in the show is the character writing and how everyone's arcs are built up. This was something I think they were building towards with the previous series; TNG would occasionally have character-focused episodes, but for the most part everybody on the ship operated like a well-oiled machine, inputting the Weird Thing Of The Week and outputting a solution. Voyager destabilized the formula by yeeting the heroes halfway across the galaxy and well outside the safe confines of federation space, so you got a lot more opportunities for drama caused by limited supplies or existential despair, and a lot more character-driven conundrums without clean or flawless solutions. DS9 is kind of the apotheosis of this shift away from "seek out new life and new civilizations, boldly go etc etc" because instead of our heroes briefly interacting with Bajor and then fucking off into the end credits, they're sitting right on top of a planet undergoing tumultuous social restructuring after the end of a long and horrible military occupation, and they're there for 7 seasons. Because they aren't following an adventure-of-the-week formula, absolutely everything they do has consequences they have to deal with later down the line, and that lends itself very well to longform character arcs.

I liked the Dominion storyline well enough, and I think the existence of an evil space empire to fight doesn't preclude the Federation being a utopia. Utopias are internally perfect systems, not worlds that have absolutely no conflict. I think the part of DS9 that does undercut the utopia is the whole thing with Section 31, but I think that's part of a very intentional move on the writers' part to highlight that Section 31 is not as necessary as they think they are, and that doing all this stuff unethically is a moral concession and a shortcut that demeans the principles of the Federation. That's part of why I like that they serve as a nemesis to Doctor Bashir, who has very personal reasons to despise the idea of taking the easy way out.

Character-wise, I have very predictable favs. Jadzia Dax is fascinating to me, and I love the way they play with her past lives and centuries of experience to create this very layered character packed with plothooks. Also I have very simple tastes, and "woman fills narrative Man Role trope and nobody is weird about it" is an itch I so rarely get scratched despite how not complicated it is. Jadzia gets to be a swashbuckling romantic hero with a tragic starcrossed lover; she gets to be a wise yet cheerful mentor to Captain Sisko; she gets to be a noble warrior honoring debts from a lifetime ago. And I adore how her dynamic with Sisko plays out over the seasons - another completely uncomplicated trope I so rarely get to enjoy, male and female leads who are profoundly ride-or-die for one another and have absolutely no interest in making out. I am still so mad about how Jadzia gets iced, but that doesn't mean I don't like Ezri, and there is something very beautiful about how when she gets Dax'd and her existence becomes an absolute mess of confusion and conflicting memories and she doesn't even know who she is anymore, her single point of stability is Sisko.

That said, Garak is probably my overall fav. The man is an absolute drama hound and since he's not technically main cast it's a rare treat to get him focused on. He is so much fun on a rewatch when you can see exactly when and how he's lying and when he's telling the truth in a way that everyone thinks is lying, and what I think is most interesting about him is how absolutely everybody else on the station has him figured out. There's this "I know he knows I know they know" loop underlying almost every interaction. Everyone knows he's a spy, he knows everyone knows, and they're all just vibing anyway. It's like his entire character is built on telling the truth in a way that sounds like a lie, to the point where it always manages to surprise people when he does something absolutely ruthless. He's been saying he's a bad guy the whole time! People seem to keep forgetting!

Also, fun fact, the very first chunk of DS9 I caught was the back half of the episode "The Wire", and when I was mentioning this to my dad, I was like "yeah I don't remember their names but these two guys seemed extremely married-" and he immediately went "oh, Garak and the doctor?" so that's very telling I think

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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bet-on-me-13 · 9 days

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DPxBNHA Prompt

@evilminji recently made a Post about DP x MHA and I'm in love with the idea of those 2 fandoms together. (I'm gonna tag this dpxdc just to spread it around but there won't be much dc in it. Maybe a few crumbs here and there)

So! Quirks came into existence the same day Danny became a Halfa. He wasn't directly responsible for it, but when the Portal opened it released a truly Massive amount of Ectoplasm into the world at large. The Dr's Fenton didn't notice it at first, because Amity Park had always had that level of Ectoplasm and all of their Sensors were within the City Limits.

The Ectoplasm released onto the world quickly and integrated with multiple Humans across the Planet, and eventually enough Ectoplasm gathered in a single Human to form the first Proto-Core, aka Quirk. That human was the Glowing Baby.

This phenomenon spread across the world as the situation in Amity Park devolved. The GIW knew for certain that these "Meta Abilities" were the result of Ectoplasm Contamination, and doubled down on Amity Park to try and fruitless contain the spread. Not that it would have worked, the Portal opening had sent a Shockwave across the fabric of Reality, creating mini-portals that continued to feed Ectoplasm to the Earth.

Eventually the day came when Amtiy Park was Evacuated from the Mortal Realm by Clockwork for it's own Protection. It's disappearance was blamed on a newly awakened Quirk destroying the entire Town, which was used to feed the flames of hatred in the Early Dawn Era.

Then one day, Amity Park returns. In Japan of all places.

Clockwork had dragged the entire Town through Time, to an Era that would accept their abilities. It was placed in the countryside of Japan. Clockwork had considered putting them in a dimension of Heroes, bur decided that would like to stay in their home dimension for now.

Thats the basic world building, but there are other parts we can expand upon in this AU

For Example, OFA and AFO

All for One was the first True Core in the 1st Gen of Quirks, but he was born with a Defect that made him unable to generate his own Ectoplasm. He felt a Hunger that could never be satiated, and eventually found a way to feed that hunger by absorbing the Proto-Cores of other people into his own True Core, stealing their Quirks.

One For All was the Opposite, born as an empty True Core but without the insatiable Hunger that his brother had. Then AFO force fed him a Stockpile Core and it fused with his own, giving him the power to Generate and Stockpile his own Ectoplasm.

He also had the power to Pass On his Core to another Body, basically just passing on his power. Then his Successor did the same, and their successor, and their Successor. Eventually we reach the 9th Holder of OFA, and the Singularity.

In this world, the Quirk Singularity isn't just an event where Quirks grow too powerful for their Bodies to handle, it is an event where the Proto-Cores of Quirk Users experience an Apotheosis, and change from Proto to True Cores. True Cores which the Human Body can't handle having.

But it's different for OFA. It was a True Core from the beginning, born within a Human Body, and it has the power of 6 other Proto-Cores within itself all ready to Apotheosis into True Cores themselves. When OFA is passed onto zuku Midoriya, it floods him with 7 Cores worth of Ectoplasm, and turns him into a Halfa.

When Danny and the rest if Amity Park reappear in Japan, they find not only a world populated by mostly Liminal Humans, but also a Powerful Halfa who doesn't even know he is a Halfa. Maybe even 2 if All Might also experienced the same Apotheosis?

Thoughts?

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Dp x Bnha #Bnha x Dp #Dpxbnha #Bnhaxdp #Dpxmha #Mhaxdp #Mha x dp #Dp x mha #I don't know which version of that tag is the right one #Better safe than sorry #Not much DC in this #Aside from the mention of maybe dropping Amity into DC #Izuku Midoriya is a Halfa #All Might is a Halfa #Maybe #All Quirked Humans are just Liminals #Quirks are the minor powers of Proto-Cores #“Minor” is subjective here since they can actually be pretty powerful #But they are small by Core standards #And fairly restrictive in their applications #Izuku has the power of 7 Cores #He is powerful even by Ghost Standards #He is about as Powerful as Danny is but he has no control over it #Or maybe he has more power than Danny but he has no control #We do have an example of a Ghost with Multiple Cores in Canon #Dark Clockwork Dan has 3 Cores

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wint3r-h3art · 10 months

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Apotheosis | Miguel O'Hara

Apotheosis—the highest point in the development of something; culmination or climax.

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: pwp. brain rotting smut with slight angst. Cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex. Some soft moment between Miguel & Reader. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

A/N: I finally caved in and wrote this 😩 no beta, so if there’s mistake, I apologize in advance. If you liked this please support by commenting/reblogging.

*** do not repost, copy or translate my works anywhere else. Reblog & comment is greatly appreciated. Banner by @cafekitsune

Sweat trickled down your temples as your back arched forward. Wordless panting passed through your parted lips as your mind singularly focused on his touches.

He was relentless in his assault–dragging the flat of his tongue across the seam of your drenching folds, lapping at your juices, and drinking you greedily as if you were the nectar of the gods. His thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you there with your knees to your chest, exposing every part of you to him.

His large body easily covered yours. Effortless in the way he moved–almost like a dance. He was a hulking presence of his own, dwarfing you so easily within the proximity.

Miguel’s face was buried into your pussy, unrelenting in his quest to unravel you bit by bit. His tongue parted the nether lips and pressed into your needy hole, pushing it into you slowly before withdrawing it again. Occasionally, you hear the lewd slurping sound pushed through the haze of your drunken desire for him. It was a slow torturous affair where he was taking his time, savoring you.

A Deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest and vibrated straight to your aching core, making your clit throb to your frantic heartbeat. The tip of his tongue pushed against your clit and swirled around the sensitive bud before he sucked on it, making every molecule in your body scream for him.

He eyed you as he was fucking you with his mouth, toying with your clit until your body shook and quivered at the mercy of his will, only then he would stop, giving you some time to breathe before he started his assault upon your senses all over again.

It felt like it was never-ending as your body was once more strung up and approaching the crescendo. Miguel was wordless as he concentrated on bringing you another mind-shattering orgasm. Of course, it wasn’t long. It never was. He was always so eager, so you came with a soft sob as your body strained and convulsed in his embrace. But still, he held onto you with a vice-like grip, pinning you down as his mouth was still attached to your core.

You have lost count of how many times you have come–hell, your mind was so delirious this time around that all you could do was laid there, waiting for him to be done.

A sly smirk etched at the corner of his perfect lips. His tongue darted out to lick the slick remnant of your release. His eyes had never left yours.

It all started with a simple touch–an innocent one almost. You accidentally nicked your finger with a knife while you were peeling fruits. The next thing you know, he was there, taking your hand into his and observing the cut. It wasn’t a bad one of course. All you needed was a bandage, but Miguel thought otherwise.

Your brain stopped functioning entirely when he suddenly placed your finger inside his mouth. His tongue slide over the shallow wound, and you could feel your pussy throb suddenly as heat rushed up to the tip of your ears. Your body felt like it was set ablaze as he averted his eyes to meet yours while he was still sucking on your finger. His expression was unhinged, yet there was something about the way his eyes bored into yours that made your pussy quiver.

“Push me away,” he told you once he release your finger, eyes still bored into yours with an unyielding gaze. You could see the way his muscles flexed and strained–the way his neck muscles would cord as if he was trying to refrain from giving in to his carnal desires. “Say that you hate me,” he said again, this time taking a step forward crowding your space as if he was trying to scare you.

It didn’t work of course.

“What?--I don’t hate you.”

“Well you should,” he said again, leaning his large, hulking form closer to you. “Everyone hates me.”

“That’s not true. I like yo—” You stopped yourself before blurting out the rest of the words as you stared up at him, mortified.

Panic began to set in, and felt like all the air in your lungs was getting sucked out. He wasn’t supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to know–yet here you were, casually confessing to a man that probably hate your gut.

Then he touched you, and all of the invasive thoughts melted away instantly.

There was something soft and gentle in the way his fingertips traced the side of your cheek that made your skin prick with goosebumps.

“Don’t say that…” His voice came out almost too soft. His eyes melted into a liquid crimson.

“Say what?”

At this point, you were as enticed by him as he was by you, but both of you wanted to be the first to admit the kind of effect you had on each other.

“That you like me…” The words came out like an admission—his way of surrendering to the lingering feeling he had been suspecting for the past months.

“Why not?”

“Because it gives me hope…” He sounded so sad that it made you ache.

His thumb stroked your cheek and you lost all of your ability to think. You realized you wanted those hands all over you. All over. Every inch of your skin. He was large and powerful. His shoulders were broad. His chest was wide and hard. He could easily snap you in half if he wished. Yet his touch was gentle like he was trying to be careful.

“W-what?”

It was like he was running out of patience at that moment.

“Just push me away before I do something stupid,” he said again. His nostrils flared as his liquid rubies glanced down to your lips.

“Like…”

“God, woman. If you don’t go now, I will kiss you!” He hissed frustratingly. Clearly, he was losing this battle.

“Kiss me then,” you bravely said though it came out weaker than you imagined inside your head. Heat bloomed across your face as you mustered up the courage to look up to him in the eyes. You noticed that Miguel’s mouth hung agape for a brief second as if the gears inside of his head were slowly clicking into place. “I won’t stop you,” you added meekly when you noticed that Miguel was still staring at you with his mouth open.

And like a snap of a finger, he inched closer until your lips were a mere millimeter away from one another. He paused there as if he was waiting for you to change your mind and run away from him, but you did the opposite.

You stood on your tip-toe and closed in the distance as your lips found his…which brought you here, lying beneath him as Miguel slowly loomed over your form as you lay there, trying to catch your breath from the God-knows-what number of orgasms he just gave you.

The tip of your breast brushed his warm, hard chest as he leaned forward and kissed you. His lips parted instantly. Greedy and hungry for the taste of you. His tongue danced with yours, flicking and sliding. Your taste lingered on his tongue as he greedily devoured you. His large palms cupping your facing prevented you from turning away from him. But how could you when he was the only thing that occupied your mind? Every breath you take, you were breathing him. It was almost scary how much a person has such a hold on you.

Yet you allowed it.

You tipped your head back, allowing him to kiss his way down to the column of your throat where he would nip and suck until you groaned beneath him. Your body shivered as you felt the head of his cock dragging across the plain of your stomach, filling you with nothing but a sense of anticipation of the promise of euphoric bliss. Your pussy was practically begging for him, clenching at the nothingness as his lips found your stiff peak, suckling on it until you moaned.

Miguel’s nose was buried in your skin, completely drowning himself with nothing but your scent. Your soft skin felt warm and inviting to him. His large hands roamed your body, relishing in the ample curve in his palms. He was feasting on your nipple, pulling one of them then the other into his mouth. His groaned reverberating into your chest when he felt your fingers buried in his hair and tugging it. His fingers easily slipped between your slippery folds. So hot and so ready for him.

Miguel tore himself from your breast as he fingered you slowly, eyes watching as pleasure crowded your sanity once more. The soft, squelching sound filled the room as his breathing become erratic. His cock was straining, practically begging to fill you with warm, inviting heat.

Once he had enough, he moved down to seat himself between your legs. His eyes never left yours as he palm his cock in his hand. You couldn’t help but stare at how hot and heavy he was for you. He settled himself at your entrance, probing the head of his cock along your folds first, coating the thick shaft with your juices before he pushed in.

You reacted with a jolt as he stretched you out. Your ass practically came off the mattress, legs hanging in the air as he thrust deep into you.

A deep groan rumbled like soft thunder rolling over the earth as he settled into a slow pace, inching forward bit by bit until you completely sheathed him to the base. You fought a whimper as you wrapped your legs around his taut waist, taking him deeper. You could feel every muscle in his body strained and corded from the effort alone.

Miguel grunted as his movement slowly became erratic. It seemed like whatever control he had left was slowly slipping. His hips surged with a powerful push, knocking all of the air right out of your lungs, while his grip on yours was relentless, guaranteeing to leave marks later.

He felt your wall flutter around him while your head thrashed from side to side. He knew you were close and the prospect of feeling the way your pussy spasm and squeezing his cock filled him with anticipation.

He thrust hard, jolting your body forward while letting his free hand roam to the space where you connected to find your sensitive bud. His dexterous fingers were rubbing and stroking, sending you reeling as your body reacted on instinct.

You came with a loud sob as your body pulsed and shuddered, your pussy rippling around his cock, squeezing him and milking him before Migule reluctantly pulled away and came all over your stomach.

None of you moved when it was over.

None of you wanted to move. Miguel stayed knelt between your legs, hunched over with one hand holding to his not soft cock, stroking until the last rament of his cum completely spent on you.

Silent filled the room when he moved to lay next to you, breathless and panting. Perspiration dampened his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. You were too exhausted and boneless from all of the earth-shattering orgasms he had given you that trying to find words to remedy the silence was far out of your mind.

In all honesty, there was no need to when he turned and draped his arm over you while his face was buried in your neck, mumbling sweet nothing into your skin before exhaustion overtook you both.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara smut #miguel O’Hara one shot #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099

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codecicle · 7 months

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The QSMP is looking for smaller English-speaking streamers, so I figured I'd take the time to introduce qsmpblr to none other than Eric "Condi" Condifiction!!

// this will contain (very minor) spoilers for jrwi riptide, apotheosis, bitb, some prime defenders, and the SCU //

Condi is an English-speaking Canadian who's a part of Just Roll With It (JRWI), the absurdly powerful dnd podcast he runs with his friends Bizly, Grizzly, and Slimecicle!! He plays several characters across their multiple campaigns, along with DM'ing his own campaign of Apotheosis. He plays/played Jay Ferin for Riptide, Rolan Deep for Blood in the Bayou, Sylnan Vengolor for Fated, Flynn Gustwind for Convergence, and Vyncent Sol for Prime Defenders. (plus something im probably forgetting whoops anyway)

He is insanely talented at rp and improv, with some of the more infamous and my favorite examples being episodes 53, 100, and 101 in JRWI: Riptide. The way he plays Jay Ferin is emotionally devastating and incredible, and she's genuinely brought me to tears multiple times. Though he plays his absolute heart out with every character he makes, she's just a neat example of his range and talent. Looking at the differences between Jay, the Navy's daughter, and someone like Rolan Deep, a lawyer returning to his hometown of Galloway to experience The Horrors™ is just wild man. Not to even mention everything he does with Vyncent and his multiple different characters inside him; along with everything he made for his own campaign of Apotheosis.

Something something charlie slimecicle calls him "God Gamer Condifiction." He's really good at video games dude I have no way to talk about this he just is its really scary honestly. On one of his more recent streams he went live playing Only Up! and he beat it in one go without any major setbacks, fast enough to refund the game and get all the money he spent on it back. Just for context.

He also has a background in minecraft roleplay specifically!! He was part of the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) where he roleplayed several different characters. God!Condi and 100Days!Condi being the more defined ones. Everything he did in the SCU was nearly pure unscripted improv and incredibly impressive, and I highly recommend you go through and watch it!! (I go into detail on how to get into it on this post)

He doesn't just have background in the roleplay aspects of minecraft though, he was also briefly on SMPEarth and is skilled at regular minecraft too. He mainly strives at the roleplay aspects, but again the whole God Gamer Condifiction thing so ^_^

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^ Here's a good example of his regular PVE skills in this video where his chat tortures him through a crowd control mod as he tries to build a cottage core lesbian house

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^ Along with a link to of one of my all time favorite videos of his, which I think shows his humor and style of jokes off in a cool way :]

Overall I just really need my dnd guy to be in my favorite minecraft server so he can make so many SCU references with Charlie Slimecicle, then emotionally devastate us through the roleplay aspect. I really hope he manages to get in so everyone gets a taste of his amazing roleplay and gaming (i guess thats how im phrasing it) abilities :DD

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#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#qsmp #qsmpblr #jrwi #its weird putting his first name but it feels wrong without it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#id in alt text #^_^#THIS ENTIRE THING TOOK WAY TO FUCKING LONG #ANYWAY‼️‼️ im so hyped he even expressed interest in this server dude #im literally qcondi truthing so hard 🙏🙏#if qcharlie is real than qcondi can be real PLEASE

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Why do you think Diablo has disenged on it's core themes? (I mean I agree) I've always considered it to be a franchise with some insane wasted potential, but my perspective comes more from Diablo 3 and 4. Id be nice if you could expand on that.

I mean, my argument is that Diablo 1 was a dungeon crawler with a randomized loot mechanic that existed mostly to enable the roguelike random level generation that ensured replayability for the adventure. Players shouldn't be able to simply beeline it to the most powerful items in the game once they figure out exactly where they are, so randomization made each journey into the Tristram Cathedral a new process of discovery.

It's a game that, yes, wants to provide engaging gameplay, but just as much as the discovery of loot, it is driven by discovery of its world and story - multiple NPCs in the game exist that have no function or benefit to the player except as characters to interact with. You find lore tomes in the labyrinth which give you exposition about the world, but offer no tangible benefits. Shrines will randomize your stats, transform your potions, curse your items, randomly teleport you into a horde of monsters. The world is populated by objects, people and events that entice a player with curiosity to see what happens as much as they entice the player with the power fantasy of Making Number Go Up, and plenty of interactions have no hard gameplay benefit. "Sub dungeons" in the labyrinth, like the Halls of the Blind or Chamber of Bone, exist in part to give the player lootable rewards and monsters to fight, but also each of them have their own exposition, lore and worldbuilding (however limited by budget and technical limitations).

Diablo 2 realized that the skinner box thrill of randomized loot drops and number-go-up optimization was by far the most primally emotionally engaging part of Diablo 1's gameplay, and began the process of reorienting the franchise ENTIRELY to enable that specific pleasure. The loot system expands exponentially, crafting, gem slotting, etc all get introduced, and loot mechanics are given pride of place in terms of how the game engages the players. Shrines all provide knowable, specific benefits, every NPC is either a quest-giver or a merchant, there are HUNDREDS of randomized sub-dungeons on every map, and the vast majority of them have absolutely no narrative content whatsoever, they are merely slot machine arms for the player to pull, hoping for a chance of a jackpot loot drop.

Diablo 3 is the apotheosis of this process - a game which drops all pretense that the nature of your loot matters in favor of orienting every part of it around chasing the high of Getting A Bigger Number. You're a sorcerer running around with a greatsword? No problem! You cast all your spells as normal. So long as the greatsword has Bigger Numbers, anything works. Templar with a Wand? Equally viable! Damage numbers inflate into the millions, hordes of monsters swell with ever greater numbers, your spells and abilities clear entire screens in seconds, and everything in the game revolves around enabling the player's power fantasy.

In Diablo 1 you are an unimportant adventurer, the latest in a long line of unremarkable hopefuls, stepping alone into the bowels of a middle-of-nowhere village church, creeping slowly through its doors and hallways, fighting its monsters primarily one by one. Any group of ranged monsters can kill you in seconds, even in the late-game, and if you get surrounded, likely as not you are quite simply dead. It's tense, lonely, unglamorous and often desperate. Unwieldy inventory management puts constraints on your ability to heal and restore mana. You can only carry so many potions while leaving room for loot, and remember to leave room for your Town Portals and Identify scrolls, and for your all-important gold, which will clog your inventory almost totally by the end. Slay a unique monster and hope to god that the item it dropped wasn't cursed. Touch a shrine and you might lose 2 Strength points and suddenly be unable to equip your armor. When you kill Diablo, you find he is nothing but the possessed body of a young boy who was abducted and abused by a corrupt priest, an ugly and mundane tragedy leading to extraordinary suffering.

In Diablo 3 you are the most specialest most important incredible super-hero that has ever existed. You are a half-angel half-demon unstoppable killing machine, mowing down hordes of demons and corrupted angels like nothing, absolutely BATHING in infinite showers of ultra-powerful legendary loot, each more ultra-powerful and legendary than the last. You deal ten million damage with a single ability. You fight Ultra Diablo, the special super-powered SUPER SAIYING MEGA ULTRA super-powered extra special Prime Evil who is the most powerful evil bad guy who has ever existed and YOU are the only one in the whole universe who can beat him because you're SO special, yes you are! Identify shit by clicking on it! Cast town portal whenever you want! Enemies drop infinite health potions whenever you need them! Fuck it, you even KILL DEATH by the end because you are invincible and immortal and unstoppable and perfect. Fear has no hold on you, never in your life will you know uncertainty or doubt. AND it's your birthday! Buy a sword that is 3.2% better than your magic wand with real money in the auction house as a treat!

tl;dr Diablo 1 is an adventure game, Diablo 3 is Cookie Clicker.

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