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ofstormsandsaints · 2 years

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Fashion in the Demon World

Now, now, before we start I'd like to make a small introduction.

The four clans, like any ethnic group, have their own customs and criteria on what is fashionable and aesthetically pleasing to their senses.

like everywhere else, the climatic conditions influence a lot their fashion.

the images chosen here are not an accurate depiction of what I'm describing, at all. I prefer to keep it vague and leave it to your imagination :). I simply choose pretty pictures because...because pretty is good.

also, I want to mention that I wrote this headcanon, inspired by @nutaella-kookie 's own headcanons on the demon world. The way she envisions the dl lore is incredibly interesting and I thank her for giving us a piece of her mind on so many topics.

therefore, I will link @nutaella-kookie 's work whenever I use it because we ought to give credit to creators.

that being said, here we go, starting with our long teeth misogynistic bastards <3

the bat (vampire) clan

first of all, I headcanon that vampires have the most connections with the mortal realm. When you arrive in the demon world, you're greeted by its eerie big forest. Its path leads you to two big roads: the road towards the vampire territory and the one guiding you on the winding Vibora lands.

So the vampire clan benefited from the access to textiles from the human world which helped their textile industry to grow extremely fast. In addition to their own resources.

With the abundance and diversity of fabrics, the special access to Vibora's trade routes for jeweller's craft and in the inspiration taken from human fashion through the centuries, led to one thing :

being extra.

leather gloves, lacy corsets, smooth-like silk blouses, goddamn cloaks lined with velvet, all that in those rich, dark shades of blue, burgundy or raven black... They do live in their neo-victorian-dark-fantasy-Hot Topic-aesthetic and they're proud of it.

They appreciate some of the cliché vampire representation. Not all of it, but they do live up to the Volturi aesthetics-

Also, I can imagine that up the time they were alive (physically and psychologically speaking), because of how different their wardrobes and colour palette were, the three wives had drawn attention on their fashion sense.

Some women would be intrigued by Cordelia's scandalous and sensual clothing style, somewhat inspired by her Vibora origins with those heavy jewels and revealing cuts. An antique seductress.

Others would aspire to look like Beatrix. Sweet B. and her mature, aristocratic look. The elderly tend to favour her modesty but we don't ask for their opinion here

Finally Christa and her pale dresses matching her snowy features, the transluscent chiffon of her veils, the roses, the white lilies and the sweet peas, the delicately laced neckline. Purity adored and abused.

the vibora clan

here we have the most open-minded clan.

they believe in the gender neutrality of clothes slay-

Imagine Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones and the whole aesthetic surrounding the land of Essos.

They're desert people for the most part, contrary to vampires who have a balmier weather, viboras need lighter fabric. The trade with the vampire clan allow them to have all the cotton, linen, taffeta, chambray they need.

As mentioned before, they like revealing cuts, on men and women

Breathable and practical clothes... and an indecent amount of jewellery.

Vibora jewellers are the best at their craft in the entire demon world. It's indisputable. Thus, the Vibora fashion is essential made of seductive cuts, organza veils and gilded body chains.

How do you recognise a vibora? By ear.

with the golden chains, the long diamond earrings, the delicate bracelets embedded in emeralds, garnets or amethysts, it all glides smoothly on the silk of their clothes, making them hiss softly as they slide next to you.

We could imagine the snake has an important place in their fashion but they don't like to overuse it. Instead, they display some references in the colours, or in their collars, made of jewels, reminescent of the head of a cobra.

the adler clan

Adler's tailors are one of the best in the demon world.

They may be pompous ass but god they look good.

Dignified posture, straight, clean cuts and always dressed according to the sky's colours.

Their clothes are obviously adapted to their wings, made so that the fabric would not tear at the first wing flap. It is breathable, practical, solid, form-fitting, light, protective, and super elegant. With fine embroidery details, vests lined with silver, collars not too tight but that do not let the wind enter and possibly inflate the tunic.

Dude, they do dominate the game.

They wear boots and closed shoes most of the time because you don't want them to fall mid-flight.

But that is on their day-to-day fashion.

During festivities, they do keep the clean and lean silhouettes but they indulge in more eccentricity with accents of gold and silver, gilded feathers, and thinly shaped gems on women's clothes. They also who show more of their back, their nape, and their shoulders.

But no matter the situation, they need to be able to fly.

So like Edna said: no capes.

the wolf clan

last but not least: Shin's true family nah c'mon, let's leave him alone for a bit.

war outfits.

As stated by @nutaella-kookie , they live in the west part of the demon world, in very flat lands, suffering from the harsh weather conditions (suffocating summers but stupidly humid and cold winters) and because of their military defeats, their wealth and resources are now...lacking. To give an example: the poorest Adler citizen is probably wealthier than the most powerful wolf of the pack.

When living in plateaus, boots are a must-have.

They became experts in tanning and they could sell their leather at a very good price if the vampires didn't replace them on the market with their products and the leathers from the human world.

They also have good furriers whose products are quite demanded in the Adler mountains.

The wolves need warm, strong and fire-proof fabrics (as they hate fires).

The silhouettes are generally loose-fitting; tunic shirts and pants inspired by the Russian rubakha.

They wear an overcoat inspired either by the Mongolian deel or by the (Russian) kaftan, worn with a large sash made of leather. At least, they have at their disposition a variety of pigments to dye their clothes according to their classes.

The King/Queen and their mate are the only ones allowed to wear precious materials (ironically, they prefer silver to gold.) Otherwise, the other wolves wear bronze or brass.

Even in celebrations or for reunions between the four clans, the Wolf clan will always appear in a martial outfit. The meeting could be peaceful, they want to look prepared to fight, no matter what. They don't trust anyone anymore.

Have a nice day folks

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mentalmeles · 1 month

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It's soon to be over 17,520 hours and I'm still not over them.

A redraw of this old drawing. Reblogs > Likes.

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pain-in-the-butler · 9 months

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A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹

#coattails #not sebaciel so please don't tag as such! thank you!#kuroshitsuji #the backgrounds are just gorgeous.. thank you for your research and dedication to them #the outfits in the first one are amazing! I love Ciel's shirt and Soma's whole ensemble is so cozy yet regal #look at Ciel in the cardigan in the third one though? he is cozy #the expressions are my favorite. they're so animated! just as I imagine them to be..#I really like Ciel's in the first pic because I imagined him looking annoyed but you actually made him seem curious #and I actually like that more I think it's cute... he really does want to be friends with Soma huh 🥺#Sebastian's expression in the third picture is great. >:o #he's about to throw hands with an old lady #Edward and Ciel's competitive faces! being silly... I love Them #Ciel needs to get swept up in silly competitions more often I think...#and then the last one!! bonding over tea! it's so amazingly tender 😭#I don't think I imagined it coming out so calming and gentle... it's so emotional #it makes me want to keep writing!#if you are a Coattails reader I hope you love these as much as I do!#and if you aren't a Coattails reader... maybe these will convince you to become one? 😏 because they are so full of personality!#thanks times a million tomoyoo!!#(I should wait till tomorrow to post but I want to do it now...)

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fayzday · 4 months

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Battle couple

#alright round two thanks tumblr #blyla #aayla secura #commander bly #CC-5052 #star wars #the clone wars #star wars tcw #don't look too closely or you will see the Mistakes #my first digital art so please be gentle haha #why yes I will make a ship out of 30 minutes of screen time and a throwaway mention in a legends novel #and yes I will post about it 10 years late #got blyla brain rot and it's incurable bby #my art

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bluebellseclipse · 9 months

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thought i’d try posting something for once 🫣🫣 sorry for the quality 🙈

I call this one “Resting”

Now posting my art on @bluebelledmoon !

Click for better quality!

#listen this is my first time posting some art please be gentle with me ty #i’ve been wanting to post art for two years now and i just wracked up my courage so 😳😳#i haven’t gotten my digital art tools yet but hopefully soon!! :D #fi #skyward sword #loz #legend of zelda #zelda #master sword #i like to imagine she sings to the koroks while resting in korok forest #fi’s farewell #sksw fi #sksw #my art #moons art #loz art #skyward sword art #botw #botw art

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bluehairperson · 2 months

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Sometimes I see posts about how "I, Strahd" Tatyana has the personality of a cardboard but I don't think I agree honestly.

We only see her in very few scenes (all from Strahd's POV) and she's always very gentle and soft spoken.

Which makes completely sense since she was a lowborn orphan trying to make a good impression on her future brother in law, who is not only the ruler of the valley but also a feared war criminal. Of course she would try to be as nice as possible in front of him.

I also think that Strahd was extremely genuine in thinking he was in love with Tatyana, it's just that he never really knew her the way Sergei did. He only knew a facet.

#she went customer service mode #Strahd mentions that in the months she stays at Ravenloft he finds new reasons to fall in love with her day after day #so even if his attraction to her was absolutely superficial at first I do think he really liked her going on #he's so difficult to please I think he would have just tried to fish for other reasons to dislike her if his attraction wasn't genuine #especially because he really wanted to hate her before meeting her #also being just kind and gentle is a completely valid personality honestly #I don't think she's any less interesting or well rounded just because we're mainly shown that side of her #plus I say she's soft spoken but she also curses the gods when Sergei dies and immediately thinks of looking for Lady Ilona to bring himbac #so we could say she's also resolute and very quick thinking #also I was thinking of Tatyana as a general concept at first but then I remembered they completely changed her in 5e #so her dyamic with Strahd is obviously different cause they also knew eachother before Sergei arrived #because god fucking forbid 5e Strahd to fall in love with a peasant I guess #in the beautiful world in my mind I often forget I Strahd isn't the 5e canon oof #this post was brought to you by the Taty Appreciators Gang #not art #curse of strahd #strahd von zarovich #ravenloft

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whumperly · 2 months

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"Litte [animal]" type pet names for whumpees will always drive me feral, especially if they're prey animals.

"Little mouse."

"Little rabbit."

"Little deer."

"Little bird."

Oh, man, little bird is my favorite, actually. It scratches a very particular itch and has a specific undertone of affection that the others don't. Whumpee is just a little bird in a cage for whumper, something for them to admire and play with until they get bored or whumpee stops singing for them (literally or figuratively!)

Prey animal pet names don't work for every whumper or whumpee, but they are sooooooooooo good when they do. I'd love to see them used more often.

#tell me your favorites!#whump #captive whump #gentle whumper #intimate whumper #captivity #first two tags are just so they appear in the search #if you're looking for more posts like this on my blog please check my tag nav list #pet whumpee #dehumanization

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mayykith · 2 years

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Kittisawat anthology:

Halloween in Kittisawat household ✨

#kinnporshe the series #kinnporsche #porsche kittisawasd #porchay kittisawasd #kittisawasd brothers #my fav siblings baking and of course surrounded by cats :)#with special guest Scully! the most adorable cat!#(sorry Dawn.. her first appearance is not accurate and cartoonish >.< i'll do better next time!)#I've been struggling with stuff for the last month and haven't post anything.. but i wanted to make smth for halloween..#so be gentle with me please 😺#anyway.. i hope i'm not too late or anything..so #Happy Halloween!

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hellotvshowtrash · 2 years

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stayin’ alive

Steve Harrington x Mayfieldsibling!reader (also gn reader)

Summary: after watching your sister die and throwing Hawkins into an apocalyptic state, you reunite with Steve.

word count: 913

Warnings: huge season 4 vol 2 spoilers so if you haven’t seen it, do not read this. Mentions of death, general children in danger, depictions of grief, and a literal apocalypse.

Requested: by the lovely @imgoingtofreakoutnow 🥹💗 (thank you for being my first Stranger Things request! I really hope you enjoy this fic!) “I saw you're accepting some requests so could I request something with Steve? Maybe he and the reader reuniting after what happened right after Max died and the Upside Down opened in Hawkins? Just like, the two of them, running towards each other, hugging and making sure they're okay?”

Gif does not belong to me! Credits to creator! Thank you @firefly-graphics for the cute divider 💗

Max’s limp form hangs from your arms as Lucas watches on, tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks. He drops to his knees at the same time the tremors begin, tremors that lead to cracks in the floor, starting at your sister’s feet, extending outward. The cracks begin opening, widening beneath you, causing Lucas to scramble, dragging you to a safe corner of the attic space you’re occupying. You wished the cracks would consume you, wish Lucas would have let you fall into whatever hell lay below. He’s saved your sister more times than you can count, and he fought harder than hell to try save her this time. Small town minds are hard to change though, and Jason proved that tonight. If Jason hadn’t held you both at gunpoint, you might’ve been able to be there for Max. To save her.

The quaking lasts for minutes, so much destruction in such little time. The plan failed, and Hawkins was going to pay the price. When they finally stop, it’s the thought of Steve that gets you up and carrying Max out of the Creel house. Everything’s in slow motion as you stumble down the stairs, unsteady in this new reality. You think Lucas tries to say something to you, but nothing gets through the buzzing in your ears. The two of you carefully load Max into the car, your eyes unblinking as you close the door. Lucas says something again.

“Y/N.” He says, finally grabbing you by the arms and shaking you. You look away from your sister’s broken body and blink at him rapidly, tears streaming down your face. He looks you dead in the eye. “I felt a pulse.”

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Hawkins Memorial is filled with crying, screaming, scared people. Once a pulse is confirmed by a nurse, Max is hauled away from you and Lucas, off to surgery to fix her broken bones.

“We need to find the others.” It comes out more monotonously than you intend. “We’ll be here when she gets out of surgery, but we need to find the others in the meantime. We need to know what happened.”

Lucas silently agrees, turning with you back into the parking lot. Hope mixes with dread mixes with anger as smoke rises in the sky, the town you’ve grown to love and hate collapsing beneath your tires as you pull out of the hospital parking lot, making your way to Eddie’s trailer park.

Minutes feel like hours as you find new ways to get anywhere in this new setting. Your right turn into the park is fast and bumpy and you hear Lucas’s protesting grunts as he holds onto the door for stability. From the entrance, you can see him exiting the Munson trailer. Steve looks tired, defeated, even from this distance. You push the gas pedal as far as it’ll go, speeding toward the group leaving the trailer.

Steve looks up in time to see you throw the car in park and open your door, exiting as quickly as you can to reach him. Your feet move of their own volition, running in Steve’s direction as he sprints to meet you. You collide in the middle, his arms enveloping you into him. You release a choked sob of relief as his warmth seeps into you, your bruised and bloodied Steve Harrington came out alive - again. Your arms wrap around his midsection and he squeezes you tightly.

“Are you hurt?” You demand, trying to pull away to examine him and any injuries he may have gained.

“Please, don’t let go,” He practically begs, lowering his face into your hair and kissing the top of your head. He relishes in the feeling of having you pressed against him, knowing you’re safe and here and alive.

“What happened?” You cry into him, gently wrapping your arms around him again.

“We thought we got him.” He says thickly. “We really did.” He pulls away just enough to look you in your eyes, red and swollen, and he knows without you needing to tell him that Max had died. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You sob as he pulls you into him again, squeezing as much as he dares.

“She’s in surgery now.” You sniffle. Steve stills. He pulls away and looks at you, confused.

“What?” He blinks, his eyes searching your face.

“She died,” You confirm, a small hiccup escaping your throat. You hear Robin gasp from somewhere behind Steve. “But she somehow got a pulse back, after the gates opened. I don’t know what happened, but she’s alive.” You smile weakly, the mix of emotions turning it into more of a grimace. Steve turns to look at the group behind him, finding Dustin looking excitedly at Eddie next to him. Robin and Nancy stand side by side, looking at you with worried looks on their faces.

“So, the plan kind of worked then?” Dustin said, turning back to look at you.

“In a horrible, heart breaking, backwards kind of way.” You shrug tiredly. “She still died, and Hawkins still went to hell. The gates opened.”

“But we saved Max.” Dustin wouldn’t let anyone take that win away. He hugged Eddie, who blinked and awkwardly returned the hug, a small smile forming on his face.

The destruction around you disappears as Steve turns back to you, tilting your chin up. Despite the pain, fear, everything, Steve Harrington kisses you and, no, nothing was okay, but Steve was with you and would be, indefinitely.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #Mayfield Sibling reader #also #EDDIE LIVES #there will never be a fic I write that Eddie isn’t alive unless it’s for extreme angst purposes #my writing #I’m so nervous to post this #my first stranger things fic #please be gentle w me

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apencilandpen · 1 year

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round and round, time goes...

O (Circle), Onew, 2023

#onew #onew circle #shinee onew #shinee fanart #this song has grown on me so much since i first heard it #ironically i think i was in a bad mood when i first heard it and now that im listening to it feeling normal its really very gentle and sweet #ive never drawn him before so im really pleased with how it came out!#sometimes you just gotta do some hatching #my art #my post #my stuff #digital sketchbook #digital scrapbook #just my two cents

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faye-femme · 1 year

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After my most recent reread of ntn, I realized that Varun the Eater doesn’t just start acting up for dramatic purposes (though it does force the plot along wonderfully) near the end of the book. I think Varun is answering a call for help from Alecto. On pg. 338, when Nona is pretending to be Harrow and Ianthe gets suspicious, “Nona simply made her month go as the Captain’s had gone—she could remember the movement, it was easy—and she screamed, ‘Help! Help! Help!’ for want of anything better to say.” Immediately after the scream, she coughs up saltwater, which to me is meant to indicate she channeled Alecto’s rage in the scream. This was the trigger for Varun to start parascoping. On pg. 380, thunder starts that is described as “like something breaking a far-off sound barrier” and by the time Nona has finished talking to Honesty and Hot Sauce about the convoy, “the thunder cracks had increased tenfold” (386). When the BOE crew realizes that Varun has sent the first wave of heralds (389), they can’t seem to figure out what triggered the first wave. Yet when Nona is talking to Varun through the Captain on top of the truck, they say, “All for nothing—you asked for help—you asked . . . and all for nothing, only pain. You asked . . . I gave you blood for blood” (392). Now other people smarter than me have made posts about how this exchange between Varun (via the Captain) and Nona is Varun talking to Alecto so I’m not going to into all that here. But it stood out to me that Varun seems to be answering a call from Alecto, maybe an hour or so after Nona, Alecto-style, screams for help (the repeated “you asked”). Varun could just be talking about when John killed Earth to become god and make Alecto, but I think the timing is more significant than that. Just another example of Muir’s immensely detailed writing that has me head over heels in love with this series.

#it took me like 3 rereads to realize this #my page numbers are based on the hardback ed btw #sorry i don’t have the link to the post about varun speaking to alecto #i’ll link it if i find it #this is my first analysis post about the series so please be gentle #i hope this formats ok...i’m on mobile so i can’t tell #ntn #ntn spoilers #nona the ninth #the locked tomb

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dragons-hoarde · 7 months

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#if you see this post really really really no you do not please do not look here I just need somewhere to say this at all #just keep your own mental health state fine first before reading on about my shit; yeah? you’ve got your own life to worry about #maybe things to do or projects to plan or animals to take care of #you’ve got you to handle worry about me later #… I don’t even want to make the post anymore #this is pathetic #and useless #go hug a friend or touch some grass #go love somebody else #I’m so over existing #I’m so done with it all #I have no hopes #my dreams are nothing #all I want is a gentle off of this plane #I can’t think more than a year ahead because who knows where I’ll be #5 years will be a different yet same world #out out out out out out out out out our out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out

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abyssalpriest · 7 months

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can i be borderline controversial and say that i do think there's a correlation between the love and adoration for the other kings, Leviathan's brutal honesty about grey-morality and involvement in war when you know him as Leviathan, and his lack of worshipers here under that name. the controversial part being that the other kings seem way more into propaganda flourishing and part of why i say that is because ive known both of them and they fucking do that oops hashtag UPG (PVG) spilled outta my pockets there

ie its always people who work for the other kings i see so caught up in how loving and pure the kings and ''demons'' are, and you COULD say that's just because Lev doesn't have many worshipers under that name but I think its more so because when you know "Leviathan" uhhhhh. like you could say lack of lev worshipers = lack of lev propaganda but i think its more so lev isnt going to pretend to be a beautiful siren man in a suit who tells you he loves you so so much even tho he just met you two seconds ago

#there's many factors IMO why we dont see many Leviathan worshipers so much as Shaivites and (insert other names here)#one of which is this but another big factor is. he. doesnt like Chrxstianity in the way that his brothers do lmfao he has other #ways of worshiping him and other labels that arent ''demon'' or occult and reverse-cxtholic aesthetics including latin and #priesthood and whatnot. i love that shit bc travelling to another country to grow up from age 10 and being exposed to the beauty #of cxtholic architecture and worship and aesthetics was cool af it was really like. i love this expression of devotion i love all human #devotion and i love gold and i love SUFFERING lmfao so. im always like oooo aesthetics and hes like. ah. hmm. no thanks #which is NOT to say thats all demonolatry is and IS to say he much prefers in my experience other ways of worshiping him #milk honey and ghee for one fucking example lmfao. flowers thrown into the ocean. blessing horses. traversing the wilderness. storm #chasing. I GUESS THERES A REASON HIS BIG NAMES are Shiva(/Rudra)/Poseidon/Tengri/etc and not Leviathan #as he was saying to me he's... he's not a god found in churches hes overhead at all times at least partially. hes in our dna. hes in the #trees surrounding our towns hes the deer and the wolves and the wild playfulness vs efficient machinery of horses. the rivers and the ocean #the clouds. mathematics. actual machines. i think trying to tie him into like... latin and chrxstian inspired rites and the word ''demon''.#ive said it before. If you catch him in a certain mood he does actually enjoy roleplaying the ''demon'' persona and the antithesis and #undoing of chrxstianity but. hes. not what he is not. listen he LOVES spooking people and if youre spooked by demons... he loves being #intimidating if you want a big tough king that also understands your deep and dark sides and who is intelligent and gentle but Dark #yeah im sure he'll be Leviathan for you but its like. idk. OH THIS IS. THIS IS THE SECOND REASON. THE POST IS ABOUT THE FIRST #THAT I LISTED LMFAOOOOOO #sorry im so in love w him atm let me talk about him please #ramblings //

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chronologiical · 2 years

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finally posted my webcomic!! please have a look if you have the time! link here

#my art #webcomic #one step ahead #it took me so many months to finally post #everyone can now see my babies being dumb #it's my first time doing a webcomic so please be gentle!!#omg i can finally go sleep now

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nariism · 9 months

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neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

#— whispers in the wind ✧#not proofread i'm sorry #neuvillette my beloved my BELOVED my husband my lover my meow meow #he makes me insane #also idk if i would call those things on his head horns but that's what everyone else calls them #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fluff

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strawhbrrries · 7 months

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pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight.

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed. The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time.

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.”

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp.

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous.

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back.

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it.

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words.

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced.

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience.

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you.

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you.

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear.

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white.

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you.

“We need to do this more often.”

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