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Reflection ~A Trigun fan comic~ (Comic Script in the Keep Reading)

Context note: This takes place just after the events of TriMax Vol 10 on Brad’s ship going to December. I’m giving them more time on the trip because Livio grew a full-ass beard between pickup and drop-off (prob because of his healing factor, who knows.) Enjoy!

Vash's coffee is a reference to my first comic Black Coffee & Donuts!

Comic Script for Reflection: A Trigun Fan Comic

PAGE 1

Panel 1: Vash, with his hair down and dressed in his black undersuit, wakes up startled in a cold sweat. He clearly slept poorly bags under his eyes. It’s only been a day or two since he laid Wolfwood to rest.

Panel 2: A full body shot of him stepping out of the bed, his Colt weight down his hip, face obscured.

Panel 3: He leans over the counter in front of a mirror, shoulders hunched, head hanging.

Panel 4: He looks up, hand covering the remaining blonde of his hair so it appears full black. Large pale portraits of Rem and Wolfwood flank Vash on each side in the background.

Vash: Rem, Wolfwood, you both sacrificed everything. Funny isn’t it that I’m beginning to look more like you?

PAGE 2

Panel 1: Vash flashes back to a moment when he and Wolfwood walked side by side in the arid desert of No Man’s Land.

Vash: Wolfwood, you were there every day by my side, now I'm alone again.

Panel 2: Another flashback to a moment Vash and Wolfwood sat on the edge of a rooftop and looked out over the cityscape to the stars pricking the sky.

Vash: There was so much unsaid between us.

Panel 3: A fresh flashback to the couch, where Vash held Wolfwood's hand in his final moments.

Vash: I wish I had known how to tell you that I loved you before it was too late.

Panel 4: A dramatic crop of half of Vash’s lower face, tears streaming down his cheeks as he cries out.

PAGE 3

Panel 1: Livio, a tall, tan, broad-shoulder, white-haired man with a tribal tattoo over his left eye, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, bursts through the bedroom door concerned.

Livio: Mr. Vash, I heard crying, are you okay?!

Panel 2: Vash looks over, a little comically rattled and surprised

Vash: Livio?

Panel 3: Close-up of Vash’s lower face smiling, a tear rolling down his face.

Vash: I’m alright.

Panel 4: A blank Panel, filled with still air

Vash: Actually.

Panel 5: Big Panel, Vash crying into the crook of his arm.

Vash: I'm not... I miss him. I can’t stop missing him.

PAGE 4

Panel 1: Vash rubs the tears from his eyes, Livio grabs his arm shamefully, his body language clearly showing regret and discomfort.

Livio: I’ll uh, leave you to it, and see myself out.

Vash: It’s okay, I just didn’t want anyone to see me like this.

Panel 2: Close-up of Livio looking down.

Livio: It’s better to let yer feelin’s out than to hide ‘em and let ‘em fester, I should know.

Panel 3: Livio turns to the side and a sad snot stream runs down his nose he was trying to keep in. Livio is very much struggling allowing himself to miss Wolfwood. He doesn’t feel like, he should even though he desperately does.

Sounds effects: sniff

Vash: Now who’s keeping in their feelings? Let it out! He was your friend too, wasn’t he? You deserve to cry too.

Panel 4: Livio smiles sheepishly. He wants to make Wolfwood proud of him first.

Livio: Yeah, I suppose he was, all this time. But I don’t think I’ve earned that right yet.

Panel 5: Livio’s stomach growls LOUDLY. Draw in a chibi style, breaking the tension.

Sound effects: grumble

Panel 6: Drawn in chibi style, Vash waves around his noddle arms and Livio’s mood brightens, grinning with excitement.

Vash: Oh, are you hungry?

Livio: Hell yeah, I am!

Vash: What would you like?

Livio: Uh, pancakes!

Vash: Alright, pancakes it is!

PAGE 5

Panel 1: They sit down and eat at a retro 50s-style diner booth in a small nook of the ship. Livio swirls the last of his pancake in syrup on the plate. Vash cradles a black coffee with both hands looking at Livio.

Vash: Hey, Livio, what do you want to do when this is all over?

Livio: Dunno, maybe wander around for a while or return to the orphanage to help make up for what I and the other guy did.

Panel 2: Livio hangs his head, eyebrows worried.

Livio: If I can be honest with ya, I'm scared to face them.

Panel 3: Zoomed out drawn in chibi style to break the tension. Livio shivers.

Vash: Is that scarier than Elendira?

Sound effects: shivers

Panel 4: They laugh.

Livio: Well, when ya put it like, hell no!

Vash: Haha!

Panel 5: Extreme close-up of Livio’s eyes softening as he remembers back to his time at the orphanage.

Livio: I think he’d like that. They were my first real family.

Panel 6: Vash is hit with a sudden realization, Livio has no one right now. In a misty background, he remembers when Razlo cried out after Wolfwood did in Master Chapel.

Vash (internal): Wolfwood, you left Livio in my care... so we wouldn’t be alone.

Razlo (background): ...I’m all alone again!

PAGE 6

Panel 1: Close-up of Vash with the sincerest smile.

Vash: I hope you know you’re not alone. You have me now.

Panel 2: Livio’s face contorts sorrowfully.

Livio/Razlo (internal): I don’t deserve this.

Livio: Mr. Vash I --

Vash: Wait, before you say anything...

Panel 3: Zoom out so we can see both of them and the table. Vash extends his leg as he digs deep into his pants pocket. Livio leans on the table watching him.

Vash: I know that we don’t know each other well yet, but he trusted you with me and I trusted him, wholly and completely, so…

Panel 4: Extreme close-up, Vash pulls out 2 black leather wristbands with silver latches.

PAGE 7

Panel 1: Vash offers Livio a wristband while holding one for himself in the same hand.

Vash: Here. One for you, one for me. I used a strap from his cross to make it, so part of him will always be with us.

Panel 2: Livio puts the wristband on his left hand.

Livio: Thank you.

Panel 3: Extreme close-up of Livio’s non-tattooed eye, tears pricking his lashes.

Livio: I hope one day I can repay yer kindness.

Panel 4: They fist bump wristbands in view.

Vash: Welcome to the family, Livio.

PAGE 8

Panel 1: A large portrait of Wolfwood with his sunglasses and back turned, fills the background, smiling as he holds his cigarette in his hand.

Livio: Hey, Mr. Vash?

Vash: Mm?

Livio: Would you mind tellin’ me a lil more about him… Wolfwood? Ya see, we were close at the orphanage as kids, but I don’t know who he became. I’ll understand if you don’t want to, you owe me absolutely nothin’.

Panel 2: A close-up of Vash’s coffee, Wolfwood’s staple morning drink, Vash’s reflection smiles back, tears in his eyes.

Vash: I’d love to.

PAGE 9

Panel 1: Bonus! Sometime later. Drawn in chibi style.

Livio: Can I hug ya?

Vash: Sure, buddy!

Panel 2: They hug, Vash smiles, and Livio whimpers as he lets out the waterworks. He’s thankful for Vash’s kindness.

Panel 3: This sets Vash off, who also sobs. They cry in each other’s arms.

#Trigun #Trigun Maximum #TriMax #spoilers #Trigun Spoilers #Vashwood #Vash #Vash the Stampede #Livio #Livio the Double Fang #Nicholas D Wolfwood #Wolfwood #my art #tw character death mention #food #TrigunStampede #NO BETA WE DIE LIKE GUNG-HO-GUNS #sorry for any choppy dialogue #shoved a lot in here but wanted to touch on Trigun's running themes like loneliness and family #and Vash being heart wrenchingly kind #vash privately mourning wolfwood was a good move on nightow's part but my guy I needed to see some tears to fill the hole in my heart #take that trust line as you will to fit your narrative :3 #i love these 3 idiots (affectionate) a lot and I can't fit all I want to say in the tags #this spawned from an art mistake I noticed in the manga #livio's wristbands changed from 2 to 3 at some point #it looked suspiciously like a strap from Wolfwood's cross and the rest is history #and i needed more bonding time between vash and livio #and for them to know they aren't alone in this fight #i 100% think livio would struggle mourning ww and becoming worthy to do so #I needed this so maybe someone needs it too

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'Primordial.' (5.2k) dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader

warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.

author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.

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Sparking embers.

Black ash dashed across the ground.

The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.

Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.

The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.

Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.

His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.

Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.

The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.

A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.

Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.

There was something in the air.

Then it snapped.

With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.

Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.

This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.

Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.

Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.

The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.

The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.

Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.

And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.

"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."

Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."

And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.

Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.

He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.

His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.

"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."

He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.

Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.

Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.

That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.

The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.

"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."

Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.

"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."

You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.

"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.

Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.

You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.

But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.

He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.

Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.

Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.

It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.

He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.

Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.

"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.

But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.

You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.

However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.

"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.

Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.

A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.

Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.

"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.

Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.

"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.

His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.

Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.

His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.

Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.

The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.

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alientee · 6 months

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This is rated 18+ just in case minors don’t interact Maugaxreader

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I’ve had Mauga brain rot since he came out and there not enough fan fiction for me so I’m weighting this because it’s a funny thought I had in my mind I may even make it into a series. Reader is AFAB. Mauga x reader, some fluff, just a lil smut (barley) maybe more in the future enjoy!!!!!

You were relatively new to overwatch, but you were strong. The team knew you had their back, and that’s all that mattered; it also helped you have omnikinesis. But you couldn’t control it that well; you were unstable.

That’s why you reached out to overwatch, to control yourself before you hurt the others around you again. It’s a good thing they found out about you before talon or who knows what could have happened?

Speaking of Talon, you are having a team fight against them now. They tried to destroy another omnic and human peace event. Some of the richest humans and omnics were attending.

So you, Ana, Mei, Winston, and Lifeweaver were on guard duty. And lo and behold, here comes Sigma, Sombra, Reaper, Moria and some other big guy you didn’t know to ruin the party. Everyone began to run around in the grand dining room.

Sombra was hacking communications, so you couldn’t check on your backup. Mei and Ana were dealing with Reaper, and Moria, Winston, and Lifeweaver were dealing with Sombra and Sigma. That left you with the hulking, raging giant with tribal tattoos.

You quickly dodge his machine guns, using everything around you in the room as a shield. You quickly hide, trying to regain yourself; if you lose focus, you lose control.

“HEY HEY HEY WHERE DID YOU GO?!”

You hear smashing and bullets flying, trying to think of a plan in your head.

“EITHER YA COME OUT OR I START SETTING SHIT ON FIRE YOUR CHOICE HAHAHA!”

“Ok your completely insane” You whispered

You snuck around the hulking hot head. You hype yourself up to do a sneak attack that hopefully won’t take down the whole building. You focus on all the skylights and chandlers, bringing them down on top of the hulking man before jumping on his back, ready to detain him.

Until you were encased in darkness.

You find yourself squished by the man who was trying to kill you just moments ago. You were lying on his chest and straddling his waist while he was scrunched up and bent forward. You look up at him, seeing the snarl on his face.

“Ummmmmm hi there” , his eyes narrowed at you.

“What the fuck did you do!”.

You look at him startled and confused. “What do you mean I thought this was you?”

He looks like he’s about to yell at you again untill you both hear somthing.

“(Y/N)! Can you hear me!” It was Ana “YES!”

“Sigma got you two stuck in there!”

The large man shouted right in my ear while his chest rumbled underneath me. “HE DID WHAT!”

“Ah Mauga my friend would you like to hear about my new project. I was trying to trap the other one but you’ll make a great tester as well!” you could hear the collective sighs outside.

“It’s a black cube! One could say it’s a miniature black hole, but not a black hole at all, just a void in cuboid shape. It’s supposed to hold matter and keep it stabilized in place. It’s purpose is to hold things until it fully disappears on its own. Can you hear the melody within the universe? ”

You could feel the man named Mauga stiffen beneath you, you stiffen as well.

“Does that mean we dissapear to!” You scream

“Hmm possibly or maybe it will disappear without you in it the possibilities are endless.”

Your about to speak again when you hear Mauga grunt, you look up seeing him move his head down, that’s when you realize it’s shrinking now.

“It’s shrinking now!”

“Don’t worry (Y/N) given the circumstances we will work together until your both out”

“Don’t die in there Mauga I still have use for you” You shiver hearing Moria speak in such a way it’s gross.

You look up and see Mauga looking annoyed and uncomfortable “I’m sorry”

“Why you didn’t do nothing”

“It’s just that, if it shrinks without disappearing you’ll die. I could probably protect myself if I think of a way but I don’t know how it would affect you I can’t fully control my powers.” All he does is hum in response.

“(Y/N)! Can you use your powers to force the cube open!” Now that’s and idea but before you could even think about it Sigma speaks again.

“If you try to force a black hole to seperate it may disrupt everything around it destroying us all”

but sigma speaks again “But if she uses her powers and makes a black whole within a black hole?”

“Then Mauga dies, it would be such a waist but it may be an easier option” Moria spoke again, you could see Mauga rolling his eyes “Fuck you”

You look back up at Mauga you can still see the cube slightly shrinking again. “Mauga who are you?” He looks at me confused not saying a word. You sigh and speak again.

“If I’m going watch someone die in a cube I at least want to know them.”

You can’t help but stare into his eyes; he looks very handsome. Just something about him being a giant hunk of muscle with a sharp tooth smirk had you enticed.

He looks at you and puts a smirk on telling you the basics: he fought a war, he got two hearts, he lives his life as he pleases, and the rest is history.

You learned he liked video games, he takes pride in being strong and actually works out, letting you know he’s not an experiment with Moria, he’s a hot head but he’s passionate, and you even learned you both own a pair of shark slides.

The cube really did seem to be some type of black hole because you lost track of time and talked for what seemed like hours.

“Since you wanna know me so bad you mind doing me a favor” you nod looking at him

“If I die in here do something for me” You stiffen and look away sadly; you didn’t want to think about him dying in here, especially being responsible for someone’s last wishes.

You may be able to save yourself with your powers, but not at the expense of Mauga's life. You could only hope you would get out before then.

“I need you to tell Bap that I was mad at him for trying to blow me up and for leaving me behind. I was willing to drag his ass back; I missed him. Tell him the next time he grows a conscience, don’t skip out on your friends.” You looked at him confused, but nonetheless agreed.

“Ummm ok I’m not even going to get into that, is that all” He looks away and ponders “Make sure my turtle plush and guns are buried with me to and make my funeral a celebration of me not some sad ass drag of a day”

“Considering we’re technically supposed to be enemy’s I don’t think I’ll be able to plan that who knows what they’d do to your body, but I’ll try my best”

“That’s all I ask”

We stare into each others eyes what seems like forever. Until he leans down more moving his forhead to mine “One more thing?”

You look into his eyes shyly looking away when his gaze got to intense. He looks at me giving me a wink and that damned smirk of his. “What is it?”

“I always said if I died, I’d be on my terms. I wanted go out happy with a gun in each hand and a smile on my face. But right now I think the only thing that could make me happy is if I was taken care of by a beautiful lady?”

You blush looking at him with wide eyes “Are you asking me to have sex with you!?”

“Can’t really do that in this position doll” He’s laughing his ass off, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Then what do you mean?”

He looks down your breast and you blush getting and idea of what he wanted. “If you could let me lay my face in those big tits of yours that’s a way to go” he smirks.

You feel your blush go from your face to your neck. “We don’t even know if your going to die Mauga, they could be done getting us out any minute.”

You listen outside to see if I can hear anything.

“We are not destroying the cube Moria!”

“Why not Mauga can be replaced and that girl can cause the destruction of our universe she’s a liability and a threat”

You could only mumble under your breath. “Your ugly face is a liability and a threat to everyone’s day and stomach”

You hear Mauga chuckle. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure to fuck up all her lab shit if I get out of this”.

You noticed his words if. And you couldn’t deal with that. If he died you’d have been to useless to stop it and in that moment you didn’t want to think about him dying.

You can see the cube shrinking more but Mauga doesn’t make a sound of discomfort, it’s like he doesn’t want to bother you every time the cube gets smaller.

“Hey Mauga”

“What’s up?”

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and push his face down into your breast. You don’t know what possessed you, but the thought of giving him his last wishes made you confident in your decision.

Mauga snuggles his head in your chest. You hold him there pushing his head down , not wanting him to see your blushing face making this even more awkward.

As if he can sense your distress Mauga motor boats your chest making you laugh. “Hahaha what the heck Mauga!”

“Just enjoying my new home. I love it here.”

He pushes his face deeper in your breast, inhaling your sent. “Hmmmm I really love it here” You feel him lick your chest.

“Mauga! W-what are you doing”

You pull back to find him looking at you with lust in his eyes and a shit eating smirk.

“You looked nervous I wanted to break the ice. I want you to enjoy this too. Can I?”

You don’t know if it was the way he looked at you, or because this was the first time you’ve felt a man’s touch like this, or maybe it was the fact that you wanted to help him; either way you nodded your head giving him the green light.

He puts his forehead against yours once more. “I need words sweetie, tell me what you want”

You look down refusing to make eye contact “I want you to touch me Mauga”

He slowly moves in and kisses your lips, his lips are surprisingly soft he pulls back biting your bottom lip. He moves his face down back to your breast, kissing and biting them slightly, leaving read marks on your skin. You use the front of your hands to pull down the top of your dress, thanking yourself the dress you had on didn’t require you to wear a bra.

He looks up at you as he slowly licks around your breast, taking a nipple in his mouth. His hands cant reach your chest so he settles on placing them on your ass.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he suckles on your nipple, his tongue flicking against it softly. He gropes your ass, squeezing your cheeks roughly. You can’t help but moan softly in his ear.

He releases your nipple with a loud pop giving the same attention to the other while nibbling it.

You can feel something slightly poke at you. You realized Mauga got hard. He felt so big even behind his pants. You slightly raised yourself to sit on top of his dick and begin to grind on his erection.

Hoping to give him and yourself some relief, your panties were soaking wet from the attention. You didn’t want to think about the wet spot you were about to leave on his pants.

“Fuck~, you feel so good sweetheart.”

You were about to respond but the cube starts to shake rapidly. You quickly pull your dress up and hold on to Mauga. All you can think about is his safety wanting to put both of you in a shield that could protect you no matter what.

And it seemed like your powers agreed. Because the next thing you know, you and Mauga are in a giant bubble floating above everyone.

He’s looking at you with wide eyes his frown turning into a giant smirk. “I made you feel so good you broke the cube huh”

Your embarrassment must have faulted your concentration, because you two instantly fell from the sky. You land on top of him in front of everyone making it even more awkward.

Everyone looked down at you two before you quickly got up and walked towards your team while covering yourself, just incase you didn’t put your dress on quite right. Reaper spoke up

“Next time you all die”

Ana spoke before anyone else “Oh shut up Gabriel I’m sick of the death jokes”

As they begin to leave Mauga turns towards you giving you a wink.

“It was fun sweetheart”. And he walks away with the rest of talons members.

Mei spoke up while everyone else looked at me “Did he hurt you (y/n)?”

“No he didn’t, he’s just messing with me”

They all nodded and we all begin to retreat back to headquarters. You could only guess sombra hacked everything before you even tried to get back up because no one showed. You started to wonder if you’d ever see Mauga again.

That thought alone made you blush. Lifeweaver tapped your shoulder. He gave you a smirk showing you he was laughing at you. You look at him confused wondering what was so funny.

“What is it?”

He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I hope he wasn’t to rough with you”

You looked at him in horror and confusion how could he even know! You looked down to your chest seeing dark red marks all over your breast.

Dammit Mauga!

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ofaatuu · 1 year

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quick thought.. I have never seen this but what about a Polynesian!reader with Ronal and tonowari? Just think, they have similar tattoos and culture(mostly from Māori tho.)

warnings: none but fluff and maybe slight angst I can’t tell

read part 2 here !

should I make a sequel?

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You waited outside of the marui as Norm and Max where discussing Kiri’s affects from the seizure. You heard loud stomping as you looked up to see the Tsahik of the clan, but quickly moved out the way, not wanting her to see you as you’re still scared of the large Na’vi species. You’re only the pilot for them after all. This is the first time you came here.

“I see that I am not needed here.” Ronal says after seeing all of the sky demon devices. “You are Tsahik.” Neytiri hisses out as she pulls her arm back, desperately looking at her to help her daughter. Ronal sighs and nods. “Get out! You have done nothing.” Neytiri hisses loudly at the sky demon and the avatar as they quickly gather their things and leave. “Ma Jake. Let the Tsahik handle this.”

Ronal sighs standing next to her mate. “This family is driving me insane.” She says rubbing her temple. Tonowari looks at her and mumbled something but something or someone caught Ronal’s eye. “Ronal?” Tonowari snaps her out of her gaze as she clears her throat. “Sorry I-“ she gets cut off by tonowari. “I’m sorry Ronal but you seem distracted, what’s wrong my mate? You can tell me.” Ronal beckons him to follow. They stop once they are near the sky demon ship. “Look. That demon has our tattoos.” They both look but catch eachothers tails swishing. “Oh great Eywa.” They say in unison.

(This takes place after Neteyam died ☹️ ⬇️)

“Hey norm! How did Kiris check up go?” You asked an annoyed Norm. “Terrible. Again! Jakes mate needs to stop kicking us out!” He says annoyed “well it’s very foreign to her, remember she isn’t an avatar like Jake, she’s real na’vi!” Max said. You nod your head agreeing, continuing the conversation but suddenly feel eyes burning into the back of your head and turn around, instantly regretting it as you see the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan of the clan. Quickly turning around and joining the conversation again with your face flushed “The Tsahik here scares the shit out of me man, she looks to serious and scary. I would get on my knees for her though..” you say out loud and laugh, getting weird looks from norm and max. you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around and see them again.”oh shit you think they heard that??” You say is a panicked voice.“Oel ngati kameie Tsahik and Olo'eyktan. Is there anything I can help you with?” You say confused as to they are talking to you know after you’ve been here for awhile. “Yes, what is your name demon?” The woman says as her piercing eyes look into yours. “Uhm, y/n. Y/n L/n.” She hums looking down at your tribal tattoos and your thick wavy/curly long hair(poly boys also have long hair)”Well Y/n L/n, we need to talk to you. Now.” The man says in a deep voice giving you chills. “Oh uhm, yes of course.” You walk with them wondering what is it they need to talk to you about because this is the first time they interacted with you throughout the whole time of you coming here, they brought you to a little cave. You looked around scared and confused. But little do you know they’ve kept their eye on you.

“They definitely fucking heard me.”

that was my first writing!! Please leave any tips or something I might need to add due to this is my first time! Sorry if the grammar is bad and this is all over the place! English is not my first language! Tongan is !

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buckyscombatboots · 2 years

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Monstertober Day 2:

My Legacy

Pairing: Orc!Bucky x Captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, insults/degrading language, forced breeding, forced impregnation, drastic size difference, belly bulge, blood mention, virgin!reader, hair pulling, cowgirl→mating press, dacryphilia, dark!bucky, threat of violence, aphrodisiac

Nicknames: Tiny, little one, cum slut

Word count: 2.4 k

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A colossal, herculean man loomed over you, he was built from slabs of muscles that shifted under his thick layers of green skin. His bulging forearms, decorated with tribal tattoos, half concealed by a pair of tanned leather bracers, lined with fur; the designs carved into the leather matched his ornate iron pauldrons, slightly covered by the reddish-brown pelt of a direwolf, and the only thing covering his lower half was a loin cloth attached to a metal belt adorned with his tribe’s insignia. His eyes narrowed in a scowl, but despite this you could see his golden eyes, with flecks of amber and a vertical slit for a pupil—reminiscent of a cat's eyes. They were trained on you, hunched between the cart and barrels “How unfortunate Tiny. Should have hid better than that.” His meaniscing tone sends a ripple of goosebumps across your skin, a scream bubbles up to your throat and dies there as he reaches out for you. You scramble away from his enormous juniper hand, the lighter skin of his palm filling your vision before he opts for grabbing you by the waist and pulling you out “Gods above I can smell chu ‘ittle one. You’re terrified out your tiny little brain, but you're still so wet for me. If you play nice, I won’t have to hurt chu.” You consider chomping down on the web of skin connecting his thumb and forefinger, but Orcs are known for their tough skin, you decide not to. You stare up at the monster before you through your long lashes, tears streaming down your cheeks “Good, Tiny human. My true name is too complicated for your kind to understand or pronounce, so you can call me Bucky. I am War chief of this clan of Orcs, it will do you well to listen or I’ll pass you to the others. They ain’t too kind to little tiny girls like chu.” He begins to walk with you, pushing you to his beefy chest like a mother holding a baby close, your hands grab for purchase at the direwolf pelt strung across his shoulders; the feeling of the fur in your hands and the familiar scent brings you solace as he carries you over to a large group of orcs, one with blonde hair turns towards Bucky smiling with his tusks on full display, you cower at the sight—you know exactly what those tusks can do, you’ve watched them tear people like parchment “Steve, I’m going to head back to camp with a small group. You stay here. Kill any survivors, pillage whatever’s left, return by nightfall.” The Orc named Steve nods and replies in a strange serious of grunts, to which Bucky also replies in the same manner. They he’s walking again, he stops infront of an orcish warhorse—specially breed to be taller and stronger than normal horses to with stand the sheer size of the orcs— then he climbs on with you held in one arm

“Where are we going?” You whisper near his ear

“To your new home ‘ittle one.”

The ride back to the camp isn’t a long one, you slept for most of it as your adrenaline finally died down or you’d fallen into a state of shock. At this point you had no idea. When you awoke you’d arrived at what he called ‘your new home’ There were countless Orcs, they barely used any of their troops to conquer your village. The feeling of hopelessness rose in you once again.

“‘ere we are, Pet. Home sweet home.” He got off the horse and handed the reins off to another orc to be taken care of. He spoke to the orc bostriously with enthusiasm, smiling so wide you thought one of his tusks would like your eye out. Then he strode off decisively through the thicket of tents. He was taking you home, to his home. Not yours. He burnt yours down, he murdered your family. You hated the fact that seeing him smile and talking so happily, despite you being unable to understand what he was saying, made you happy. His attitude was contagious.

You approached a tent that was much larger than the others, it was also dyed a faded black compared to the other plain tents. It had two lit torches on each side of the pegs keeping it up and on the tent door was the same insignia that was on his belt, but this was painted in red—the colour of blood which he was so accustomed to spilling. You had to hate him, you needed to hate him.

He pushed aside the cloth entrance revealing a very spacious tent decorated in a sporadic manner with a large table that had a map splayed on its surface, your eyes shot down to all the red markers on it. One was on your village. They had planned this and nobody knew, fresh tears welled up in your eyes and you bit your wobbling lip, but a whimper still slipped. “This is your new home princess,” he wiped the tears from your eyes with one of his thick green fingers “so don’t cry anymore. It’s all gonna be okay. If you listen, everything will be fine. Now,” he placed you on the ground and walked over to a pile of things in the corner. He turned to face you before pulling out a shotel from behind him, but this shotel was the largest one you’d ever seen; the blade was unbelievably sharp, it was obvious that he’d spent hours sharpening, cleaning and customising it. Your legs collapsed beneath you as he pointed the curved blade at you, the point resting below your chin. Tears leaked from your eyes like a flowing river, you let out a whine as he hoovered it so close to your skin that you could feel the coolness of the blade “Move and I’ll cleave your skull in half. Understood?” Your vision shook as you meet his steely glare

“Y-yes.” You blubbered, he removed the blade and pulled out a chair from the long oaken table. The chair was much larger than a normal chair, obviously hand made for orcs by orcs—no scratch that, handmade for him. The chair was even bigger than all the others, it was made for Bucky, it was made for the war chief who towered above even other orcs. He plopped down in it, the twine holding it together creaking under his substantial weight, and opened his legs slightly clapping his massive bejeweled green hands down on his muscular bulging thighs.

“Come ‘ere little one. Sit on my lap.” He commanded, spinning the shotel on its blade on the hard packed dirt next to him. When you sat frozen, on the floor, he raised the blade towards you “I know you ain’t deaf. I don’t like repeatin’ myself.” You pressed your hands either side of your thighs and pushed yourself to your feet, your legs shook as you stumbled over. He extended out a massive green hand, you took it noting how your hand could only wrap around two of his fingers. Your line of sight travelled down to his dick. It was huge. Straining against the thin fabric of his loincloth. Straining so much that you could see all its features; dark green with lighter sections of skin, ribbed, with a thick gold ring pierced through the thin skin just under the head. There was no way he’d fit.

He helped you climb onto him, practically pulling you up by your arm which was dwarfed in his grasp. You straddled his lap, sat right in front of his bulging cock. Once you were in place he undid the opulent belt keeping the loin cloth in place and pulled. With one swift movement the belt and the loin cloth were both removed and thrown to the ground. His member was now on full display; girthy, long and definitely not able to fit inside you. You paled at the sight of it throbbing and leaking “It won’t fit!” You cried, attempting to run. He grabbed your arm just before you fel to the ground and pulled you back in place. You struggled against him, floundering like a fish drowning on land “Please! Anything else! You’re gonna kill me!” His hand clasped around your face as he reached back with his free arm and came back with a hefty glass bottle filled with a shimmering clear liquid.

“Breath, Pet. I ain’t expecting it to fit in you without a little help, little one.” He uncorked it with one hand and finally removed his hand from your mouth, you relished in the woodsy scent. He poured a generous amount on his hand “Take yer clothes off. Or I’ll rip ‘em off.” He ordered sternly, you met his gaze. His cat eye pupils had blown wide, filled with lust and need. You obliged, stripping off your dirty, torn clothes that smelt heavily of smoke. You swallowed your vomit as you recollected the state of your village.

His huge green hand began slathering the liquid on your pussy, it was warm. The heat coming off of the orc had heated it in such a short period of time, your eyes met his cock again. The heat of it was slightly darker green with a bluish cast, his balls were heavy and full. Your mouth was almost watering. You were pulled from you from your blatant ogling from the sting of a finger being inserted inside you. You yelped, grabbing at his thick wrist with your small hands “It hurts!” You yowled, beating at his calloused palm with your fist, he began moving his finger and the pain slowly melted into pleasure. You hummed at the heat filling your belly “Mhmn.”

“You’re a virgin aren’t you little one, there’s blood.” He cooed, slipping another finger. Which your quivering hole gladly took. You nodded slowly, whimpering as he stretched you, scissoring his fingers “Were gonna fix that. The Oil is enchanted, it should help you be able to take me, it’s also an aphrodisiac.” His words swam in your mind becoming almost meaningless as you pushed back on his fingers until you met his rings at the base of his thick, lengthy fingers.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, you whimpered at the loss humping his thigh for friction. You needed more. You wanted Bucky in you “Buck. Want you in me.” You mewl, grinding your sensitive bud down on the thick skin of his thigh

“Gladly.” He lifts you as if you weigh nothing and holds you above his dick, smiling coyly at your lopped sided grin and hazy eyes before slamming you down on his fat cock. The pain momentarily breaks your gaze but then the overwhelming feeling of his humongous prick filling your insides. Your hands travel to the bulge in your stomach, running your hands over it. Marvelling at it as he thrusts in and out. The meaty slaps of Bucky bouncing you roughly up and down on his lap filled the tent, more likely than not the sound was spilling outside. You didn’t care, right now you didn’t have the liberty to think much at all with his fat cock muddling up your insides. Your tongue fell dumbly out your mouth as you dribbled mumbling and moaning with every harsh thrust “That’s it, Pet, go dumb on my massive Orc cock. Never gonna want a human after this, they can’t fill you up like an orc. How pathetic. You deserve an Orcs cock to bring you this. Much. Pleasure.” He punctuated his words with his thrusts, bashing your cervix each time. You threw your head back in a silent wail, digging your nails into his large pecs as you relished in the orgasm that wracked your body. Constricted his cock, drawing a deep, primal grunt from his core “Yes! Come! Come as many times as you want pet, soak my cock in your juices my little cockslut. Gonna get you pregnant, gonna paint you fucking tight little slut hole with my seed. Gonna watch you swell with my children. Take it.” He groaned slamming into you with a new found vigour, picking you up as he stood.

You barely even registered him laying you on the bed until he pushed back your knees, resting them near your ears. You thought it impossible but he dick managed to nestle itself even further inside of you. An electric shock ran through your body as you came again, the pleasure being tears to your eyes as his thrust became more erratic, more powerful. His face loomed above yours staring intensely into your eyes “Gonna make you a mother, Tiny. You want to be the mother of my children? You want to grow with my child? You want to birth My Legacy?” He asked, “Answer me.” He demanded pounded into your cunt, his balls smacking against your ass, twitching, as he pushed down on your bent knees.

“Yes! Make me a mommy!” You cried, squeezing around him as he came inside you, he continued to thrust as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into you. Your stomach swelling with the sheer amount of spend shooting from his spasming tip.

“Ah feels so fucking good. Look at you, your body can barely contain my cum.” He chuckled, huffing, sweat glistening on his forehead as he littered your reddened face, ruined with tears and spit with passionate open mouth kisses.

“Felt good, wanna nap.” You yawned, your body tremouring from the overstimulation, your clit puffy and sensitive as his pelvis pressed into you enrolling you completely, blocking out almost all the light in the tent.

A hearty chuckle emerges from him, the sound fills your ears making more slick drip from your cunt onto his cock still buried in your overflowing pussy “Oh, we ain’t done yet, Pet. Gotta make sure you’re nice and pregnant, gonna fuck ya till I make ya look pregnant; so everyone knows who you belong to, that I have claimed you and that they can never touch you. ‘Cause you’re gonna have my babies, I’ll keep you filled and wanton on my cock ‘cause we Orcs mate for life after all, Tiny, and I’ve chosen you to be the bearer of My legacy.”

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hunnidmilly · 1 year

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porn w/ no plot. tehehe.

“Roman! Ah! Ah! A-Fuck me!” You scream after each pound he makes to your cunt

“You’re gonna take it. Fucking hell, this pussy is so good. Whose pussy is this? Tell daddy it's his pussy! It’s my fucking cunt! Say it, I want to hear you say it!” His voice echoes off the walls

“It’s your pussy daddy! It’s your cunt!” You cry out gripping the ties on your wrist

Roman adored it when you submitted to his request in the bedroom. Giving up your complete control, allowing him to do what he wanted to your body. Call him a hedonist, but it gave him complete pleasure to see you fucked out, doing and saying whatever he pleased.

Roman reached forward—leaning over your back—and tangled a hand into your curly and sweaty hair, lifting your head from the pillow and slowing his thrust, “I can feel you dripping all over my cock.”

His voice filled with need whispering in your ear, “You like when fuck this pussy? Make you cum? Tell me what you like, baby.”

He takes his hand from your hair to reach around your body to your neck; choking you, and bringing your head up.

“I like when you fuck my pussy.” You answer with a whine and tear stained face, “Ro please. . .” you weap off feeling the affects of your screaming in your tonsils

Roman let’s go of your throat, leaning back up. With a harsh breath he pulls out slowly. Taking a moment to watch you wetness, and essence seap out your cunt down your thighs. He grabs your waist to flip you over onto your back.

You pant harshly to regain some of your energy, just as your eyes start to close. The Tribal Chief leans down to mimic his earlier actions, by lapping at your now swollen clit.

You open your mouth on a silent gasp that never released from your throat. Your chest moved up and down, trying so desperately to regain the air that your lungs lost.

You once again pull on the ties making the bed frame clash against the beige painted wall. Romans tongue darts in and out of you so quick, you couldn’t even tell if you were still conscious or not.

You take your hips to get more of his mouth, and he moves his large tattooed arm over you, pushing you back into the mattress.

“Roman! I—“

Your voice was cut off, by Roman taking his tongue and licking a long stripe up your cunt, making eye contact with you. You let out a squeal as his tongue connected with your small bundle of nerves.

You could feel yourself fading in and out of consciousness, with Romans skilled mouth working you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Look at me.” Roman urges removing his mouth, and replacing it with his long index finger, “I said look at me.” he forcefully reiterates

You bring yourself back down to earth, to face Romans clouded eyes.

This is who he is. You love him like this.

“Tell daddy what you want.” He questions closely observing your body

“I—“ you begin to stammer as he adds another finger, abusing your g-spot

“Cmon baby, talk to daddy. Tell daddy, what makes his baby girl, go wild. You want my tongue on that juicy clit? You want my fingers? How about my dick pounding this tight cunt till you remember your name?”

Yes. All 3 at the same damn time.

“Roman, just fuck me please!” You screeched to the top of your lungs

Roman lets out an evil chuckle, moving his hands behind your knees and pushing them back to your ears, and slamming right back into you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as his hips snapped again. Not long after, you could feel your stomach tightening with that delicious burn. You felt Roman, swell inside you letting you know he was near as well.

“Ah fuck, y/n. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Give daddy what he wants. Give it to me!” he moans leaning down to your face, taking your bottom lip into his mouth

Your legs now trembling on his shoulders, as you both panted heavily in each other’s mouth. The both of you simultaneously let out a loud moan, as his warm thick spurts short deep into your cunt.

Your toes curl and pop, as that feeling in your stomach explodes, making you clench around his cock, coating it; mixing your juices together. You can feel, Roman shiver from the feeling of your pussy hanging on like a death grip— milking him for every single drop.

Every. Single. Drop.

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman empire #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns head cannon #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns headcanon #roman reigns headcanons #wwe smut #wwe x reader #wwe smackdown #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #jey uso smut #jeysami #jey uso imagines

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luckynightkryptonite · 2 years

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Just like always..

#Two-hands #O.V.A.#Revy #Black Lagoon #anime & manga #Seinen #Revy Lee #Rebecca Lee #Criminal #25 28 years old #Modified Beretta 92FS inox #pistol #Rei Hiroe #Gunslinger #chinese-american #Large tribal tattoo #Quarter-sleeved

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revys-closet66 · 9 months

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#seinen #Black Lagoon OVA #chinese-american #gunslinger #rei hiroe #lagoon company #Rebecca “Revy” Lee #mentally ill character #large quarter sleeved curled tribal tattoo #Curled Tribal Tattoo #Tattoo #arm Tattoo

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴡ/ ᴀɴ ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜꜱ!ꜱ/ᴏ

Character: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: In which Shuri takes care of you during your anxiety attacks.

Warnings: some cursing and mentions of anxiety attacks, but overall nothin but fluff!!

A/N: as a person with severe anxiety I'm always trying to find different ways to comfort myself in high level overwhelming situations. And since I've deemed Shuri as my marvel safe character...you know this was coming

Tags: @6-noir @playhousedistee @shuririsdefenseattorney @shuriszn @zayswriting @wrendermedone @writingintheshadowsforever @mbakuetshurisprincess @verachii @slytherin-34 @the_lesbian-fangirl @itsmaniii @strangefishflapturtle @cuddl3s4shur1 @shuriislut @dejaonline @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @inmyheadimobsessed

The first time it happened, Shuri had no idea what to do. It had been a while ago, at a tribal gathering that took place at the palace. You were Shuri’s plus one, and it would’ve been exceptionally rude to decline her invitation. Though the moment you stepped into the throne room, the sight of so many bodies made your chest tight and your body become heavy. There were too many bodies moving around and mingling with one another. Despite trying your best to hide it, Queen Ramonda noticed your strange behavior, and had Shuri take you off to the side to be calmed down.

Since then, Shuri takes special care in being attentive to your moods and what triggers it. Knowing that crowded spaces and loud noises are a couple of triggers, whenever you two are together, she tries to make sure the environment is calm and people-limited.

When it’s time for her to take on more leadership roles and prepare to take the title of Queen, Shuri knows that it comes with a lot of meetings and being around large numbers of people. She doesn’t require you to go with her, but most times, you’ll go for support, since she’s already under enough stresses and still in the process of grieving.

If you’re by her side the entire time, you’re able to keep things at bay. Holding her hand and tracing the tattoos that litter them help you keep your mind focused. It’s when you’re away from her that things get bad. If she absolutely has to step away from you in any case, Shuri will ask a Dora to escort you to a calm, quiet area.

When the attacks are bad, Shuri will instruct palace staff to prepare a pamper day for you. Though difficult, she’ll clear her schedule to spend the day with you, helping you practice your breathing, talk about what happened and how your anxiety got triggered, and she takes the time to remind you how much she loves you, and assures you that you being easily overwhelmed is not a burden and does not affect the way she sees you at all. You are the love of her life and she will do whatever it takes to make sure your health is a top priority.

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emjiroki · 1 year

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Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!

Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈

AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy

Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons

18+ ONLY below the readmore

Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride

Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his

He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...

The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with

The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.

He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.

With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.

After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".

If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw

#omg this got long!!!!#i hope everyone enjoyed this cause i did 🥴#i couldnt help myself this was so self indulgent and i ATE THIS UP #alpha enji todoroki smut #alpha enji todoroki x omega reader #tribal au #tribe chief enji todoroki #tw omegaverse #tw knotting #emji ♡#em writes ✍#inbox 💌#i hope anon sees this!!!!

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miqojak · 29 days

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B A S I C S

(Much of this - and more - can be found on her carrd!)

Name: J'kesri Denma - Goes by Jak, her tribal name is known to maybe a total of 3 people? And only one of them is allowed use of it in private.

Nicknames: 'The Dragon', Jackal (the name she went by as a thief on the streets of Ul'dah), Ember (former), Empress Ember (former), Little Robin

Age: 27ish, give or take a year - she's not sure exactly. I've been aging her...once each real life year since 2019 (when I said she was 22ish, give or take some), but she's always just had a sort of estimate on her age.

Nameday: She has no idea!

( I do like to think that she's a Scorpio in our real world Western Zodiac - which I don't know how to translate to Eorzean dates - and a Dragon, like me, in the Eastern zodiac.)

Race: Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun

Gender: Female

Orientation: I'd say she's over all Graysexual, maybe some degree of Demi or Sapiosexual? The perfect storm has to happen for her to want any sort of intimate relationship... even friendship is hard to manage (she very genuinely seeks out intelligent/clever people to have around her), but a true relationship that's 'romantic' or sexual? Well, the perfect combination of events accidentally happened once. But gender has never really entered into it? She just so happens to have attracted and ended up with men in RP! She was/is poly as well, but has agreed to be monosexual with her current partner!

Profession: Restaurant Manager/Owner, Jazz Club Owner/Manager, Tattoo Artist (by appointment, not widely known)

Not publicly known: Criminal (it's a broad umbrella, but her activities outside of the Yakuza are often no less devious than within), Yakuza leadership (Wakagashira/second in command, current acting head of the family while the Oyabun is on indefinite hiatus), Cat burglar! She's very Selena Kyle - her goal is to do more burglary around Ul'dah to screw over the wealthy elite...and maybe actually do some good for people like her, barely scraping by in the gutters, forgotten by society.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Black/Orange - most often slicked back and partially braided, partially tied into a tight ponytail. When relaxed/at home she may opt not to do all the work to tame her hair to look more 'coiffed' as she does in public, and it is about shoulder length, and quite curly!

Eyes: Gold/Green

Skin: Olive/light brown, gold undertones

Tattoos/scars:

-Scars: One small slash at each cheek, one across the bridge of her nose. Levin/lightning scarring in bursts at both shoulders and biceps. A long, ragged scar spanning the length of her back, from the inside of the left side of her neck, to the top of her right buttock.

-Tattoos: Black dragon that winds up the right half of her body. Jackal on her left forearm. 3 Phoenix down feathers on her right wrist. A watercolor robin tattooed just under her left breast, along her ribs.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Deceased, slain by Garlemald in Gyr Abania

Siblings: The only one left alive is her twin brother, J'vynia/Vynnie, @miqo-vynnie, who no longer plays...and she kinda wrote Vynnie out of her life after some things she saw as huge betrayals. She talks shit, but she's been off-kilter ever since he left her life! They had a very Yin/Yang dynamic... where Jak was actually more of the Yang/masculine side of things that's very active... and now missing that more passive and down to earth aspect of Yin? She's been really out of control for a long time. Luckily, the lover she never expected to have has done a good job of grounding her.

Grandparents: Unknown.

In-laws and Other: None.

Pets: She doesn't do pets. As much as I like animals... Jak grew up tribal and sees animals as food, and find the concept of a beast in her home dirty and a waste of resources and time. (And one more thing she could get attached to and lose!) Fun fact: She doesn't like any sort of large bird, and they're one of the few things that actively frighten her! This includes things like Griffons, and Chocobos... those big, yellow birds have murder in their eyes... better to eat them, before they eat you.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Keen eyesight and incredibly sensitive hearing; can play piano by ear; martial arts; prefers (non-lethal) poisoned throwing knives/staying at range; when equipped with her DRK soul crystal, her skillset vastly expands - altering her fighting style entirely, and emboldening her with the knowledge that she can now both inflict - and sustain - more damage in close combat.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Diligent/honest - often too honest. She takes even her positive qualities to extremes, and works out too hard, spends too much time trying to excel as a Wakagashira in the Yakuza who is a woman... and she sets extremely high goals for herself and others...which leads into her negative traits.

Most Negative Trait: Judgemental/applies high standards to others. She has a twisted set of standards that makes sense to her, and likely not to many others, most of these rooted in years of trauma - but her high goals were intended to be a good thing. Even for others...she simply pushes both herself, and others (especially if she LIKES you) too hard, more often than not. She believes in constantly bettering oneself, and... she's a creature of extremes. It's hard for her to know when it's too much/she's asking too much...of anyone, to include herself.

L I K E S

Colors: Gold/white, red/black

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Moko only, these days, to relax now and then.

Drugs: Former somnus addict - she's worked hard to beat this addiction...and continues to, because addiction is a lifelong curse even once you're clean! But she doesn't like anyone or anything having control over her - and an addiction controls your life more than any other person could! (Plus it's a way that other people COULD control you, in her mind. All the more reason to have dropped the habit.)

Alcohol: She used to be a bit of an alcoholic, on top of a drug addict - she's had a lot of impetus and encouragement to get her shit together...and has! She drinks recreationally/to relax, but takes it easier these days... you're easier to take advantage of, and more likely to say or do things you shouldn't, when drunk...and she likes to be in control!

Been Arrested: Not yet! She's run from the Blades in Ul'dah more than once...but it's not a crime if you don't get caught, right??

Tagged by: @chadhunkler ! Sorry it took me a bit to find the spoons, but thank you for thinking of me! I do love to do little things like this...and should do this for my Male Miqo and my kitsune to better flesh them out, honestly...

Tagging - some people in my notifs, and anyone who hasn't done it/wants to! @uldahstreetrat, @lightyouarelikes (for whoever you want to do it for), @wpip-raham, @xmimiteh, @twelvesblades (if you want to do it!), @briar-ffxiv , @shieldandarrow , @captainqster

(I'm trying to fight the uphill battle against my depressive apathy/malaise... I know deep down I want to be active and meet people and RP and take part in things!! So thanks for tagging me and interacting, folks!)

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv roleplay #ff14 rp #ffxiv oc #oc info #have some old art too

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paganimagevault · 1 year

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The Princess of Ukok (aka Siberian Ice Maiden & The White Lady) 500 BCE. Tumblr image limit only allows 30 photos, I will include a link to my blog, at bottom, with more photos and more organized descriptions.

"In 1993, Russian archaeologist Natalya Polosmak and her team discovered an ancient tomb at the Ukok Plateau, in the Altai Mountains region of Russia near the border with China.

The ‘Maiden’ belonged to the Pazyryk culture. The Pazyryk people, a congregation of Scythian nomadic tribes, lived in the Altai mountains in the 6th to 3rd centuries B.C.

The woman’s body, carefully embalmed using peat and bark, was laid on its side as if she were asleep. She was young and her hair was shaved, but she wore a wig and a tall hat. She was 167cm tall. Some tribal animal-style tattoos remained on her pale skin: creatures with horns that evolved into floral shapes. Her coffin was made large enough to accommodate the 90cm felt headdress she wore. She was also wearing a long wool skirt with red and white stripes and white felt stockings.

'A mop of hair on top was tightly wrapped around with a woollen cord, which helped this mop to stand upright,' she says. 'On top of this mop was worn a red 'nakosnik' (a braided decoration made from threads), and atop of this structure was a bronze pin with a deer, standing on a sphere. The deer was made from wood, and was covered in golden foil.' Yet it was more intricate, still. 'The wig had another very important detail,' she says. Its crowning glory looked like a giant feather, 68.5 cm long, made from felt and covered with black woollen fabric, with a stick inside it to help it stand straight.' she says. 'This feather had the figures of 15 birds attached to it, which like in modern Russian Matryoshkha dolls with one inside another, were each of smaller size compared to the previous one. The birds had leather wings, tails and legs, and long necks, which most likely meant they were swans. 'This feather can be interpreted as a symbol of the Tree of Life - a healing tree which existed in so many cultures all around the planet. By the roots of the tree there is a wooden figure of a deer with a Capricorn's antlers. 'There was also ... a cap for the wig.... some 84 cm tall. It was found in Princess Ukok's burial chamber.'

The Altai princess became the second mummy found with a tattoo (tattoo had not yet been found on other, earlier mummies in the Hermitage). Kurgan 1, burial ground Ak-Alakha-3 (Ukok Plateau, Altai). Tattoos were inked on both arms from shoulders to hands. The drawings were blue and stood out against the white skin. They were preserved only on the left hand, on the right they were almost completely destroyed. Drawings were also applied to some phalanges of both hands. Archaeologists saw the tattoos during the opening of the wooden sarcophagus, then the mummy's skin began to darken, and the tattoos disappeared, subsequently they were restored in the laboratory. When other Pazyryk mummies were found, the tattoos were not visually noticeable.

The tattoos on the left shoulder of the 'princess' show a fantastical mythological animal: a deer with a griffon's beak and a Capricorn's antlers. The antlers are decorated with the heads of griffons. And the same griffon's head is shown on the back of the animal. The mouth of a spotted panther with a long tail is seen at the legs of a sheep. She also has a deer's head on her wrist, with big antlers. There is a drawing on the animal's body on a thumb on her left hand.

Somehow, many Pazyryk burials in this region were flooded, possibly with underground waters, and then froze – so the organic remains were preserved almost untouched by decay.

The embalmed body was buried at least three months after death. All this time, the mysterious woman continued to play a special role in the life of her tribe — for example, she was put in some chairs, which can be seen from the traces on the body. At the same time, a complex, time-consuming ceremony of embalming is a sign of the extraordinary status of the deceased. However, the scientists deny her status as a ‘Princess.’

“It’s not accurate to call her a ‘princess’. She was not a princess, she was a representative of the middle layer of the Pazyryk society,” archaeologist Vyacheslav Molodin, academician at the Russian Academy of Sciences, and Natalya Polosmak’s husband, told “Expert-Siberia” magazine in 2012.

Studies of the mummified remains extraordinary advances in our understanding of her rich and ingenious Pazyryk culture. The tattoos on her skin are works of great skill and artistry, while her fashion and beauty secrets - from items found in her burial chamber which even included a 'cosmetics bag' - allow her impressive looks to be recreated more than two millennia after her death.

The princess' cosmetic kit included a black horsehair brush with a thin wooden shaft inside, tied with a (disappeared) leather cord, completely studded with cylindrical marble beads, and handfuls of scattered powder of bright blue-green color. There were also the remains of a broken thin rod of flat metal rings filled with the same blue-green substance (that is, in fact, it is a pencil for drawing lines or drawings like our eyeliner).

Analysis showed that it was vivianite (blue iron ore). Such a powder, closer to modern times, was used to obtain green paint. In the Altai Mountains, it is known as a satellite of gold-bearing sands. Perhaps this powder had a sacred meaning. The vivianite pencil may have been used for face painting, possibly for people with special functions or gifts. Among the Pazyryks, face and body painting has not been recorded, partly because not a single mummified face has been found. But among the peoples close to the Pazyryks, such a tradition was recorded, in particular, the painting of the face with two spiral drawings. There is a weak association with the blue-green turquoise Hathor from the Sinaiand numerous Sumerian green cosmetic "shadows" in boxes discovered during excavations in Ur and other cities of Sumer.

It is believed that she was not in fact a royal but that her use of drugs to cope with the symptoms of her illnesses may have given her 'an altered state of mind', leading her kinsmen to the belief that she could communicate with the spirits. Her lavish grave suggests she was someone of singular importance.

The MRI, conducted in Novosibirsk by eminent academics Andrey Letyagin and Andrey Savelov, showed that the 'princess' suffered from osteomyelitis, an infection of the bone or bone marrow, from childhood or adolescence. Close to the end of her life, she was afflicted, too, by injuries consistent with a fall from a horse.

The mystery was solved only in the 2010s with the help of a computed tomography scan. It showed that the maiden suffered from breast cancer that killed her in about three years. She was 25 at the time of her death.

'During the imaging of mammary glands, we paid attention to their asymmetric structure and the varying asymmetry of the MR signal,' stated Dr Letyagin in his analysis. 'We are dealing with a primary tumour in the right breast and right axial lymph nodes with metastases.'

'The three first thoracic vertebrae showed a statistically significant decrease in MR signal and distortion of the contours, which may indicate the metastatic cancer process.' He concluded: 'I am quite sure of the diagnosis - she had cancer.

'She was extremely emaciated. Given her rather high rank in society and the information scientists obtained studying mummies of elite Pazyryks, I do not have any other explanation of her state. Only cancer could have such an impact.'

'When she arrived in winter camp on Ukok in October, she had the fourth stage of breast cancer,' she wrote. 'She had severe pain and the strongest intoxication, which caused the loss of physical strength. 'In such a condition, she could fall from her horse and suffer serious injuries. She obviously fell on her right side, hit the right temple, right shoulder and right hip. Her right hand was not hurt, because it was pressed to the body, probably by this time the hand was already inactive. Though she was alive after her fall, because edemas are seen, which developed due to injuries.

The DNA research performed on the remains showed that the ‘Maiden’ is genetically closely related to contemporary Selkup and Ket peoples – indigenous Siberian tribes still living in Russia.

'There was a moment of gross misunderstanding when a legend came about this mummy being a foremother of people of Altai,' said Molodin.

'The people of Pazyryk belonged to different ethnic group, in no way related to Altaians. Genetic studies showed that the Pazyryks were a part of Samoyedic family, with elements of Iranian-Caucasian substratum.'

So perhaps more Samoyedic than Scythian.

'We tried to overcome the misunderstanding, but sadly it didn't work.'

The Altai authorities have now declared the remote mountain area from where the princess and her kinsmen were buried as a 'zone of peace' where no more excavations will take place, despite the near-certain treasures lying in the permafrost.

Such work amounts to plundering, they believe.

To Molodin, who found the male mummy several years after the princess, this deprives the world of a valuable scientific inheritance. He argues, too, that the issue is critical since global warming means the ancient bodies will decay.

Scientists reckon there are thousands of burial mounds here, hundreds of which date to the Pazyryk period, many of which may contain answers to questions about where we come from.

The ancient mummy of a mysterious young woman, known as the Ukok Princess, is finally returning home to the Altai Republic this month (The Siberian Times, August 2012).

On 19 May 2014, during a speech at the museum, (Alexander) Berdnikov reminded the crowd and media that the renovation and repatriation of the Altai Princess was one of his most important accomplishments, of course aided by Gazprom:

We should be proud that we have such a museum. A great accomplishment; we thank the management of Gazprom. When I was appointed as the Head [of the Altai Republic] one of my main goals and dreams was to have a bright opening of a renovated museum and that we could welcome the “Siberian Ice Maiden” home again. Today our museum is the best one east of the Urals and is the only one that has been restored in Russia in the past twenty years. (Government of the Altai Republic 2014)

The museum, the repatriated Altai Princess, and a vibrant cultural life, all indirectly bankrolled by Gazprom."

-taken from The Siberian Times, Russia Beyond, Taylor & Francis Online, world-jewellery livejournal, and peaceandjustice

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