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lilisouless · 1 year

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Sab season 2 posters, worst to best (all bassed on personal taste)

part 1

Overall, whoever did those spiral mofits or the put little things between spaces (ex: the little axes on Tamar or the knives on Inej´s) ...don't do that again, like i know is pretentious but sometimes , indeed, less is more.

I won't expand a lot of all, details can be asked but i`ll limit myself on one short phrase for each one

Am sorry, but it looks like a parody , it takes away anything nice i could have said.

If it weren't for the uncentered thing, i would have put it higher. But you are a company with suposedly profesionals, how can you let this happen?

Spiral pattern, lacks symmetry, could have been better

Let’s put it this way, would you guess this is the main character from the poster alone ? I wouldn’t and that’s a problem

I actually like a lot the heart, is big but well done and doesn't feel ridiculous. But i have to be fair, if i took points away from the Jesper one for the uncenter, then i have to take this away for the heavy photoshop on Dani´s face that clearly wasn't done on anyone else

I don’t hate this one, the pattern is a little tick to my taste but is not awful, the expression maybe takes away some points because is too serene while everyone else are facing danger. This and the following ones are on the mid tier

I actually was going to put this on the higher spots but say it closely after some comments and realized the photoshop was a little…off. Too bad because i actually like the design

Leaving aside that the little axes between spaces were too extra (i do really like the design of the axes though) , this is clearly a still from the show from another angle

Like the picture, even if the pose is too similar from the season one poster , again the little knives are too extra but i like that they tried to give them a direction at least

I actually didn’t like the symbol too much when it came out but, i’ll accept wind is probably not easy to make visible and looking the other pattens now i see it could have been worse

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pcygoldenchild · 5 years

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Show Me

✨summary: You end up in the studio of Chanyeol’s condo where he brings you to show him something you’ve always kept to yourself. Only convincing you by doing the same thing.

✨warnings: NSFW, mutual masterbation, squirting, dirty talk

You wouldn’t say you didn’t see this coming. You had only had these moments in your dreams. Your many fantasies that would never be fulfilled for the entirety of the life you’ve had on this earth. But here you were, almost sure that anything your mind could think of could happen.

Here you were, in the studio of Chanyeol’s condo. You’d only been in his home for 3 days. After he brought you in from the unfortunate events of your drunken stupor at you friends party at a club. You woke up the next morning not sure where you were but in the arms of one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen. When he woke up he told you he didn’t want to leave you there alone so he brought you home with him. He assured you nothing happened even though you tried. And for some weird reason you were ok with that. After that you two became rather comfortable in each others presence but you remained quiet for your own good as he was too beautiful.

Now you were sitting in front of him on his desk chair as he kneeled in front of you. You were in nothing but one of his oversized sweaters and panties. He only adorned a pair of sweat pants that left nothing to imagination and hung too low on his hips for you to think straight. He looked at you as if wanting to say something but not sure if he could. He was lightly caressing your thigh sending chills through your body. All you wanted was for him to spread your legs and devour you. How could this man make you have such thoughts? You’d always had a nasty mind. But your lack of experience was to blame for that. The only intimacy you ever had was with yourself, your fingers to be exact.

Suddenly Chanyeol clears his throat. “Can I ask you something Princess?” he asks in a low tone you’ve had yet to hear. That accompanied by the pet name he’s given you was enough to cause the ball in your lower stomach to go spiraling.

“Yes.” You’ve been so shy with him. Only allowing yourself to speak when he spoke to you. You could tell he didn’t like how uncomfortable you seemed but to you, you were just trying to control your thoughts.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks concern lacing his slick words. “I’ve noticed how stiff you seem around me. How much you stare at me. I’ve said some pretty explicit things that you only responded with a blush or nod to. Is this why?”

Well he’s good at reading signs but not completely. All you could do was nod. Your heart was beating so fast for some reason and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything or look him in the eye.

“Look at me Princess.” You do as told and can’t ignore the way his eyes are dark. “Have you ever done anything?” You don’t know what exactly he means by this so you furrow your brows contemplating on an answer. He notices and gives you a faint smile.

“Have you even had an orgasm Princess?” You blush at his unabashed curiosity. You nod and look down not wanting him to ask you how, but luck is not on your side.

“How?” he asks with his darkly deep tone. You don’t look at him. How could you? When you don’t answer, too embarrassed to speak, he makes you look up at him again.

“How about I ask you questions and you answer me the best you can Princess, hmm?” You nod lost in his trance.

“Have you been given oral?”

You shake your head. This surprises him as you can tell from the obvious raise of his brow.

“So you touch yourself?” he questions.

You nod, now chewing on your bottom lip to somehow ease how much you want to just run away and hide.

“Tell me how Princess?” he asks as his thumbs make pattens in your thighs. Your mind is racing with thoughts. How do you explain how you please yourself?

“H-how?” is all you manage to say.

“Yes. How do you make yourself cum?” he asks completely unaware of how his words are making you soak.

“I-I don’t know. I j-just do.” You couldn’t hide the blush anymore and from would you could see, he enjoyed it.

“What do you think about?” he asks, clearly not liking your blunt answers.

“I don’t know” you say just above a whisper.

“Do you want to know what I think about?” he questions tilting his head. You nod only a little not sure why you’d want to know this.

“If I were to please myself now, I’d think about you. I’d think about how your pretty lips would look around my cock. How your tiny body would be spread wide for me to fuck into my mattress. The way your tight little pussy would feel sucking in my cock. The sound of you screaming my name as I make you cum over and over again.” You’re breathless. He’s too good at using his words and it’s taking everything in you to not react but it’s too much.

You’re breathing hard and he’s not stopping teasing you until you say so.

“I’d think about how good you must taste. God you must taste so fucking sweet. I’d think about how your soft skin turns red when I tell you how much I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning. No one has ever tasted you? No ones touched you or made you feel full? I’ve wanted to make you cum all over me since you came here.”

You raise your hand to tell him to stop. Too scared to use your voice, or the weak excuse of one you’d have now.

“Princess can you do something for me?” You’re almost unsure if you can function after his torturous ministrations only using his words but you nod nonetheless.

“Touch yourself for me. Show me how you please yourself. Show me how you cum.” You almost moan from his command. Then your reality hits you. You couldn’t manage to say two words to Chanyeol and now he wanted to watch you touch yourself. Minutes passed of your internal discussion and Chanyeol had an idea.

“You can watch me while I watch you. I don’t want to hurt you. If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop there. But I want to see you cum.”

You understand but the fact that you, a virgin with the sex appeal of zero, has this effect on Chanyeol is confusing. But you were beyond turned on and needed a release immediately. What harm could it do really?

You nod and with that he smirks. You look away still embarrassed at what’s to come. He gets up from his squatting position and pulls his chair with you in it to the couch on the wall behind him. He sits on the couch, his back to the back of the sofa and you in the desk chair between his legs. In this position you can see just how hard he is in his sweats. Those goddamn sweats. You can’t help but stare at his size which makes your heart rate speed up. Eventually that would be filling you and you didn’t know how that would work. He noticed you staring and began to palm himself through his pants.

“Princess don’t worry about this now. Relax and show me how beautiful you look when you’re pleasing yourself.” he says in a low dark voice, the effect of his arousal. He looks at you sitting there still and leans forward, hands resting at the hem of his sweater on your things.

“Why don’t we take this off hmm Princess?” You nod and he pulls it over your head. You’re without a bra and suddenly feel red all over. He licks his lips looking at you in only your panties sitting in front of him. He leans back again, the pain in his rock hard cock too much to bare. He slips his angry cock out while looking you in the eye. You look down and groan silently and how big and slick he is.

“Touch yourself Princess. I want to come with you and right now I don’t think I’ll last long.” He sounds like he’s pleading and at this point your too aroused to care, shyness thrown in the back of your head.

You lean back in the chair and run one hand over your perked nipple while the other traces over the wet patch in your panties. You close your eyes to feel more comfortable. You slip your hand into you panties and feel your wetness as your finger glides over your folds. You let out a moan at the much needed attention as you press a finger to your clit, slowly drawing circles. You open your eyes after hearing a deep moan from the almost forgotten man in front of you fisting his cock at a painfully slow rate.

You’ve grown bold now, way too horny to be bashful. You slip your panties off and spread your legs for him to see your glistening pussy on full display. He stops moving for a minute to take in how beautiful you look before him.

“You’re so wet Princess, fuck.” he breathes out while he begins pumping himself again. You go back to rubbing your clit spreading your juices all over. You watch him as you slip a finger in that elicits a moan from you. His eyes flicker between your face and your pussy as your finger moves inside you. You add another just as his speed increases.

“Chanyeol” you moan, eyes falling shut as your other hand comes to move on your clit. Chanyeol moans at hearing his name fall from your lips. He wasn’t touching you, but the sight of him and his hard cock in front of you was enough. You sped up your movements and started to feel the ball in your stomach tighten. You were getting ready to cum and your moans and whimpers were enough to make Chanyeol aware.

“Princess cum for me. Cum on your fingers for me like a good girl. Let me hear your moans.” he moans out groaning in between sentences, his release very near. You let go at his words and your back arches as you feel yourself go over the edge.

“Chanyeol fuck!” you scream and you speed up your fingers in you to ride out your orgasm.

“Oh fuck Princess!” he groans as white lines of his cum leaves his cock and falls on his stomach and chest. His deep groans while his eyes are trained on your cumming form made your orgasm last longer than usual and the unexpected happens. You pull your fingers out and squirt all over chanyeols lap in front of you. You’d never squirted before and this was a surprise to not only you, but Chanyeol. You close your legs, now embarrassed again and sensitive. Chanyeol leans forward, cock now hard again and places his hands on your knees.

“Oh Princess, that was amazing. But now I’ve got to make you squirt in my mouth.”

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galfridus1 · 5 years

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Geldris Week Day 3: Broken Seals

I’m excited to publish this piece I wrote for @nntzine which fits today’s prompt. I hope you enjoy it.

The room was quiet, silver light and dark shadow flitting across the polished stone walls. A soft breeze wafted through the window, filling the space with the pensive still of night. There was no sound to be heard save for the gentle wash of the lake as it lapped at the shore, the familiar splash of waves against rock. The soft air, perfumed with the scent of seaweed and brine, mixed with the hot oil of the lanterns as it gently ghosted over her skin. It was as if the earth was holding its breath, as if it too wished the night would never come to an end.

Gelda’s eyes fell on the demon lying beside her and her heart was instantly filled with tenderness and longing. It was rare that they were able to spend time together in this abandoned castle on the very edge of northern Britannia. The humans who had constructed the simple stone edifice, on a island in the middle of a salt-water lake, had long since retreated, fleeing the dragons which sometimes stalked the area. Zeldris had found it and painstakingly restored a few rooms, creating a sanctuary where they could hide from the war, where they forget their responsibilities and prejudice of their clans.

Yet, much as she did not wish it, the night was drawing to its close. The sharp calls of guillemots and the noise of cormorants as they made their almost comical grunts heralded the imminent coming of dawn. Even as she watched, the sky grew lighter, streaks of pinks and golds lighting the now-visible cloud. She sighed, forcing the air from her lungs in a failed attempt to control her emotions. It would soon be time for them to leave one another’s arms, and who knew when they would see each other again.

As if sensing her perturbation, Zeldris stirred, his eyes flashing dark as they gazed into her own. The mark on his forehead swirled with his power and she had to stop herself reaching out to trace over the patten. He too glanced out of the window, then made as if to go, before evidently thinking better of it and relaxing back into the pillows. Gelda fell into his comforting embrace, relishing the feel of his skin under her palms and the way his hair brushed against her cheek. It was almost without thinking that their lips brushed together, their kiss slow and chaste; she struggled to breathe, the ache of longing and loss threatening to overwhelm her.

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“We have to go,” Gelda murmured reluctantly as she pulled away, shivering slightly as she left the warmth of his arms. “My clan’s hunting party will return soon.”

Zeldris wrinkled his nose, before checking himself and smoothing his countenance into an expressionless mask. She laughed at this, the sound swallowed by the soft drapes and comfortable furniture, so different to the echos one would make in the great halls of Edinburgh.

“I know what you’re thinking and it’s alright,” she reassured, forcing herself to push her sadness aside. She had to make it so they enjoyed these last moments together. “I can’t see myself eating dragon any more than you could drink human blood.”

“I did try if you recall,” he replied, an edge of complaint to his tone. “It was… an experience.”

“Is that what you’re calling it?” she asked innocently. “It looked more like a diplomatic disaster to me.”

“I was not prepared for the taste,” he grumbled as Gelda broke into fits of giggles. “How was I know it tastes like liquid iron? I have no concept of how you vampires can possibly enjoy it.”

Gelda smoothed back the dark hair from his forehead, running her fingers lightly over his scalp, and she felt him grow still under her touch. “Anyway, no harm done,” he continued, swallowing slightly as she scraped her nails lightly along his skin. “It passed off without incident.”

“Only because I covered for you!” She pushed herself up on her elbows, pleased to see him looking sheepishly up at her, before his brows drew together in apparent confusion.

“I have wanted to ask you for some time why you did that.” He sat up in bed, head cocked slightly to one side. “We had not set eyes on each other before that day, and had barely spoken two words together. You had no reason to come to my aid.”

Gelda felt a blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks, her gaze sliding sideways to the woven coverlet. She bit her lip, wondering just how she was supposed to answer that question, whether she could bear to reveal the truth. She jumped slightly as Zeldris cupped her face, forcing her eyes to look into his own.

“What is it?” he demanded more forcefully as she remained silent. “Will you not tell me?”

Several more seconds passed, his gaze never wavering until the pressure to talk became overwhelming. “Alright. If you must know. But it’s really embarrassing,” Gelda felt her blush deepen, heat pooling in her face, and she could feel the cool air moving over her glowing cheeks.

“I… I had seen you before,” Gelda admitted, and Zeldris looked at her with keen interest. “It was in the demon realm. My father dragged me and Ren along to the negotiations as token females. The alliance with the demons meant a lot to him and he didn’t want to leave anything to chance. My cousin and I were supposed to, you know...” She could not continue past the lump in her throat. The memory of her mission, as explained to her in no uncertain terms by the vampire king, caused her revulsion even now the ordeal was over.

“I’ll kill him,” Zeldris muttered as he pulled her into his arms. “Or hurt him at least,” he seethed as Gelda opened her mouth to protest. “I hate the way he uses you.”

“I was lucky. Nothing happened,” Gelda said quietly as she pulled back a little, noting the look of black fury on her lover’s face. “Your clan were surprisingly respectful. Ren and I were shown around by one of your colleagues, Melascula was her name if I remember rightly. We went to the library, the research stations and then the training grounds.” Zeldris froze as she added, “We watched you and Meliodas sparring.”

“Well, I bet that was a humiliating sight.” Gelda could see Zeldris’s jaw working as he forced the bitterness out of his tone. “I still do not understand…”

“You almost beat him,” Gelda said softly as she took his hands in hers. “I’ve never seen anyone move so fast. Then after that you took on this tall brute in spiked armour, and he was clearly out of his depth.”

Zeldris chuckled as his fingers slowly interlaced with hers. “Galand is a hot head, but he is useful enough.”

“You let him land several blows.” Their eyes met as Gelda continued, “You didn’t have to do that. It puzzled me, then I worked out why. You wanted the fight to be fair.”

“He gets very despondent sometimes,” Zeldris explained.

Gelda’s heart thrummed in her chest as a little warmth coloured his cheeks. “I thought it was kind,” she murmured over his hesitation, “and I haven’t seen anything since to contradict that impression. I wanted to get to know you more. And besides,” Gelda added, a smile curving her lips, “you looked so… you know...”

“What?” Zeldris asked as she trailed off and he looked at her closely and she struggled not to laugh out loud. “Are you saying you were influenced by my physical appearance?” He stared at her, incredulous. “Gelda! I would never have imagined you could be so brazen!”

They fell back to the bed, laughing as their arms wound around one another. Her heart ached as she watched his dark eyes lightening, emerald shining in the early morning light as the mark on his forehead faded to skin. “I love you,” he murmured, and she reached for him, only to find her fingers brushed over air. Alarmed, she pulled back, fear gripping her insides as wind rushed painfully in her ears. Her insides jolted sickeningly, and she felt a splash of bile hit the back of her throat as the world around them spun sharply, the room swirling like a vortex before it faded to black...

In my deep sleep here in the seal, Zeldris… I’ve been dreaming about my days with you.

Waking was like returning to the surface from the depths of the sea. Her lungs screamed in protest as she struggled to breathe, her limbs shivering, weakened from millennia of lying in a space on the edge of sleeping and waking. She felt sick, dizzy, disorientated, a metallic taste permeating her mouth. But as she looked around at the rolling hills of Edinburgh, darkened by the deep velvet of night, memories returned to her in a flood of hope. She had been sealed and released, imprisoned then freed. After all these centuries, Zeldris must have finally come for her.

Gelda fanned out her powers, scouring the area, searching for even a trace of the energy she loved, but her efforts became increasingly desperate. Something was wrong. There was no one, nothing of significance to be felt for miles and miles, and certainty no sign of demon magic. Human settlements were all she could find, with a party of that race fast converging upon them. Evidently the humans had felt the crack of the seal and come to investigate, a fact not lost on the remains of her family.

“Spread out!” the vampire king yelled. “Don’t let any of them get away.” She heard the rush of wind in her ears as her brethren flocked to obey his command, followed seconds later by the screams and shrieks of despair from their prey. The vampires had returned to Britannia, bringing with them destruction and death.

And she knew as she smelled the rich aroma of blood, gaging in revulsion as she tasted the tang of iron on the air, that she could never be the same again. She wanted nothing, none of this morbid reality, only the dreams she had been forced to leave behind.

As her clan continued their macabre feast, Gelda stood still, detached from the world, remembering the feel of comforting arms, the soft timbre of of Zeldris’s voice as he whispered in her ear, knowing with certainty that she would never see him again. Blinking back tears, the princess gazed up at the sky, love and loss gnawing painfully at her insides.

“Please kill me,” Gelda murmured to herself as she closed her eyes and prayed for death.

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