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godsjoke · 2 months
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I think at the end of the show during what I like to call Eiffel’s last meal. Eiffel and Lovelace I think they break into Cutter’s ship??? (Could have been the ship offered to them) and just devouring all his like Gordon Ramsay top shelf food. 
I hope Eiffel told Lovelace about the letters he found from her crew mate. I think he would have remembered the name from the hole box 953 BY THE MOTHER FUCKING WAY THATS 359 BACKWARDS JUST FOUND THAT OUT WHILE WRITING THIS WTFFF!!!!!! But I think he would have recognize the name because that was so traumatic for him and if she brought up the name (if she ever did, she was rightfully pretty closed off about talking about her past crew) I hope he would have told her about them it was alway on the back of my mind.
ORRR maybe he forgot because yk Eiffel and his pee wee rat brain, and she found it out when Doug was listening throw Eiffel’s early logs. 🤔🤔🤔
Thoughtssss???
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clouvu · 1 month
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Sir this is the sexiest moment of my life
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harbingersglory · 5 months
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Perhaps the Shogun Puppet and Sara (both trans) sharing the reader? The puppet offering up a volunteer (reader) as a reward for Sara’s devoted years of service, that quickly ends up with the reader getting spitroasted between them. Sara has the privilege of claiming the reader’s pussy (and by extension, their womb and eventual firstborn child) while the Shogun takes their mouth—this is meant to be Sara’s reward after all.
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{☆} characters kujou sara, raiden shogun [ puppet ] {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara, transfem raiden shogun {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, restraints, fingering, face fucking
Kujou Sara was many things– loyal, devoted and first and foremost a soldier. There was little time between a strict schedule for anything but honing herself like a dulled blade. She assumed she simply did not care for worldly pleasures, but now..
Her throat feels impossibly dry, her palms clammy as she tries to ignore how tight fitting her uniform feels all of a sudden. She cannot look away from the meek figure at the feet of the Shogun, her Archon, stripped bare and tied in an intricate display of winding ropes that accentuate your figure– she feels lightheaded at the sight, a broken groan tumbling from her lips, just barely muffled in time by her trembling hand.
"A reward," The stoic, unyielding voice of the Shogun rings in the room like the swing of a blade, cutting through the thick air with the ease befitting of such an imposing figure. "For your service, General Kujou." She gestures so easily to you, as if presenting an object to be owned rather then a person– she cannot find it in herself to dispute it. You are..beyond words. Ethereal, even as you are bound in tight ropes and left at the mercy of an Archon and a tengu.
"..I am honored by your generosity, Almighty Shogun." Sara replies quickly and stiffly, her eyes never drifting far from your body– always drawn back. "Yet you are still hesitant." The Shogun snaps back coldly, eyes narrowed– her shoulders grow stiff in tension, her mind scrambling for an excuse, yet she cannot manage to speak a word.
"If this reward is not suitable.." Sara nearly balks at that, her hands twitching and her teeth aching in an urge she thought long buried. Try as she might, she cannot ignore the desire she feels towards you..and she cannot simply refuse a reward from the Shogun herself. Archons, she is a weak woman, she realizes– her will broken by a pretty face..
"..It is suitable, Almighty Shogun."
Yet she steels her resolve like a honed blade, kneeling before her "reward" and clasping your ankles in her calloused hands– your skin is smooth, at least compared to her own, as she eases your legs apart. Archons, you are even more gorgeous up close. The satisfied hum of the Shogun, watching with piercing eyes as she claims her reward, spurs her on. She leans close to your face, cupping your jaw in her hand and taking a moment to appreciate your features. The bob of your throat as you swallow, the haziness of your eyes..she leans down further, pressing almost reverent, apologetic kisses to your jaw, exhaling heavily against your skin.
She cannot stop herself now. The sickly sweet scent of shampoo, likely the courtesy of the Shogun, fills her lungs and makes her feel dizzy. You're like a fine dessert and she wants to devour you.
Even still, however, she keeps a close eye on your face– watching the slightest changes like a hawk. She leans away from spots you seem to show discomfort from, pressing more kisses and nips to the spots that have your breath hitching in your throat. She likes it– seeing you beneath her like this..Archons, her uniform feels so suffocating now, her cock straining against it.
But she wants to take it slow, if only for her own inexperience. She wants to see your face twisted in pleasure, not discomfort.
So she takes her take unraveling you, her chapped lips kissing down your throat to your chest, the barest hint of bruises marring your skin as she drags her tongue across your nipple, a low growl building in her throat at the way you arched your back into her mouth. It's so distracting that she almost forgets the Shogun stands above her, watching like a statue as her hand slips between your thighs to sink a finger into your cunt– and how easily she does so, your thighs already sticky with arousal. She is slow in her movements, fingering you more like a lover, intimate in a way that feels foreign to her.
"You're so pretty," She murmurs in a haze, words slurred through the fog of desire, sighing softly against your shoulder as she eases another finger inside you, her tongue finding your other nipple. "Does this feel good?" Her eyes meet your own as she presses a kiss to your chest, practically pleading for the answer to be yes– she wants the validation, to know she's making you feel good, at least as good as she feels. Her touch is still uncertain and clumsy, but she has always been a quick learner.
It does not take long before you unravel beneath her, your squishy walls squeezing around her fingers as she eases you through your climax.
Your cum sticks to her fingers when she pulls her hand back, her own breath hitching in her throat as she swipes her tongue across her digits– had she not been in such a daze, she might've been embarrassed, but the taste upon her tongue only made the fog worse. She almost considered burying her face in your cunt for a better taste, but her cock was..painfully hard. So with a hint of reluctance, she fumbled with her uniform, tugging her aching cock free with a broken groan.
For a moment she almost seems embarrassed by your stare, her hands pushing your thighs further apart– but the look of raw need..it matches her own, feeding the almost animalistic urges that urge her to claim you, to push your legs up to your chest and fill your womb till it's bursting with her cum. Archons, she wants to. Just seeing her cum spilling out of your cunt would be enough.
Her nails dig into your thighs as she aligns her cock, dragging the tip through your folds before gently sinking into your cunt. It almost breaks her– the tight, wet heat of your folds around her drags a whine unbidden from her throat, breaths coming out in shallow panting. Her grip on your thighs tightens as she presses a shaky kiss to your chest, satisfied by the moans that tumble from your own lips. She wonders what it would be like to kiss you, but the thought is swept from her thoughts as quickly as it came, her cock slowly stretching your cunt around her, forcing you to take every inch.
You've never looked prettier in her eyes.
But her moment of admiration and awe is short lived, her body falling into complete stillness as she watched the Shogun step forward– Sara can feel her stare through the back of her head, sweat beading on her brow and her throat so dry it's difficult to swallow. Rather, instead of whatever Sara expected, the Shogun kneels.
It's only now she sees the twitching cock between her own legs, stilling any protests that bubbled up in her throat. She watched, transfixed as the Shogun slid a thumb past your lips, tilting your head back enough for her to sink her cock into your waiting mouth. The sight of it makes her heart stutter in her chest, her own cock twitching inside you as she bucks her hips instinctively, hissing at the sudden burst of pleasure.
Sara doesn't dare to speak up, but she can't help but feel transfixed by the way your throat bulges around the Shogun's cock, her hands digging deeper into your thighs. The ease in which you take the Shogun makes her wonder if you were hers– the idea of fucking the Shogun's pet..she was surprised to find the idea so enticing, her hips snapping harshly against yours as she fit herself fully inside your cunt, hands clasping your thighs to the point even her hands were beginning to ache.
The Shogun was still watching her, she could feel it, but it felt less suffocating and more..curious, maybe. Whatever rhythm Sara set, the Shogun would adjust, the gentle rolling of her hips accentuated by the short thrusts into your mouth. She felt dizzy at it all, burying her face against your chest and sliding her hands up your hips, along your ribs, clutching you tightly against as she pulled her hips back, nearly slipping out of your cunt altogether before snapping her hips forward harshly, the slap of skin making her groan.
She couldn't help it anymore– she needed to claim you, to see your face contort in pleasure as she claimed your cunt, filled you to the brim with her cum..she wanted it so badly it made her feel dizzy. A part of her wonders if the Shogun would even let her impregnate you, but she didn't care– she'd try anyway. Even if she had to fill you up again and again, as many times as it took.
Sara's gentle thrusts quickly crumbled into something much rougher, all sense forgotten at the promise of claiming you– of making you hers, from your cunt to your womb, and even your mouth, if she ever got the chance. She was practically an animal in her desperation, stretching your cunt to fit her with every harsh thrust and growling against your chest, leaving visible bruises and bites on your chest. The Shogun matched her with a robotic rhythm of her own, the sound of you gagging around the Shogun's cock making her shudder, her eyes following the drool dribbling down your face.
It was far more arousing then she wanted to admit, watching the Shogun use your throat while she used your cunt, giving you no room to breathe.
It is with a great reluctance that she pulls her gaze away from you and the Shogun, burying her face against your chest once more as the pressure builds, her lips caught between her teeth until the taste of iron flooded her taste buds. But she had no time to dwell on it, pressing her hips firmly against your own with a muffled groan as the pressure exploded, her cum painting your walls, still bucking into you in short thrusts.
She could only imagine the image of your throat being filled by the Shogun's own climax, her lungs straining as she gulped down air between shaky moans, pressing a kiss to your chest.
She was far from done with you, but you deserved at least a moment of respite before she filled you all over again.
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thebrainrotsreal · 2 months
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EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.
#mark and the fact he is fighting for this fucking life to avoid the Many Bad Endings???? im pacing. getting out the red string.#when the season is about who you are and what you could become. when trying to be good is an active choice and a struggle.#RAHHHHHHHHHHH#chewing on the bars of my enclosure...when every mark is evil OUR mark is the outlier. the exception. the OTHER. RAHHHH#dog poetry being mark poetry because how often can you kick a dog before it starts snarling before you raise your hand?#how often can you beat it before it rips into you without mercy? when it bites not at your hand but at your neck?#when does violence for survival and violence for vengeance start and end? when your opponent is down and you keep drawing blood?#circling and pacing and losing my mind over this btw if you care#anyways self vs self gets me going crazy. did you know i loved the end of atsv? because it shows.#i think o!mark would lose his fucking mind at what evil wasp looking mark has done + this mf wasp would LOATHE mark's kindness#they both see the other as the WORST version of themselves and they can't stand it. They can't shatter the mirror but they think they can--#--change the reflection.#evil mark seeing mark and seeing what he USED to be#mark seeing what he COULD be#CAN U SEE THE VISION??????#digital art#invincible rotating in my mind#invincible fanart#fanart#mark my beloved#mark grayson fanart#mark grayson#invincible s2#invincible show#mark like hello this is my secret twin and he is NOTHING like me hahahaha anyways wanna debate about having mORALS and LIFE#mark grayson vs the urge not to accept every responsibility as his own#he's batman coded that way#ok im done yapping#if this happened in the comics in any way shape or form dont tell me JACK SHIT or i will PUMMEL YOU with my SHOES
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Theyre my favorite fucker
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demon----dean · 8 months
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lesbianhughie · 20 days
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hi can i also talk about how fucked up this scene is also. because um. hughie. Hughie what do you mean you still think about killing yourself a lot. hughie what do you mean you hate doing what you do but you purposefully do it because you kind of don’t care if you make it out alive or not. what do you mean he never talks about it again ever
also imagine being butcher??? like this is when hughie is established to remind butcher of his brother (WHO HAD KILLED HIMSELF BTW). imagine the closest thing to your brother having the very real possibility of having the same fate. God. GOD. GAWD. IM WAILING
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bunnakit · 9 months
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so the general consensus across both twitter and tumblr (which to be fair, i got pretty limited responses on both BUT i did have some responses from my plant expert friends on twt) is that the petals in the bath are red chrysanthemums.
the color choice draws an obvious connection to vegas' wine, which could be referencing indulgence - but it also creates a vivid imagery of bathing in blood. the red is so stark against the porcelain tub and vegas' skin. we also see the way they stick to his skin, like brambles or thorns - vegas is dangerous, sharp, he draws blood and revels in it.
obvious imagery aside, then we have the meaning of the red chrysanthemum specifically. the most blatant is love and (deep) passion; a common theme for many red flowers. since we see vegas solo in the tub i'm going to say the petals are indicative of vegas' love and passion specifically, which means in the vegas pete trailer they were quite literally bathing in vegas' love and passion - he has so much, enough to fill a tub.
the general theme of chrysanthemums, without color as a factor, is trust, optimism, fidelity - and in Asian culture they signify life and rebirth. this is particularly significant when we recall the temple scene and the conversation of meeting again in the next life.
you can, if you'd like to make a bit of a stretch, also draw imagery to the red string of fate, and the pair of them are tangled in it.
the bath is essentially telling us vegas and pete have an intense, deeply passionate love (eventually) full of trust and hope that transcends lifetimes. they're soulmates, in every sense of the word.
OF COURSE, take my analysis with a grain of salt. i could be way off, i could just be drawing connections that are coincidences, believe whatever you wanna believe, etc. I JUST HAVE THOUGHTS.
tagging @vegasandhishedgehog bc i know you were curious
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wazzappp · 5 months
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Shut UP I'm thinking about Robbie visiting the Sanctum Santorium for Midnight Suns stuff and finding one of Stranges magic books about demons open and fucking finding himself in the demon book don't fucking TALK TO ME
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teamzacian · 29 days
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BSD FANDOM HOW ARE WE FEELING AFTER THAT CHAPTER HOLY SHIT
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IM LOSING MY MIND
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koschei kinnies, how are we feeling after the "the archer/not strong enough" mash-up?
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mmmitchmmmarner · 4 months
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hngngggggggg
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hermanunworthy · 1 month
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every day i have to fight the urge to spam such nothing posts that are just like "waaa guys i love/miss hermie" like girl get some original content
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san-sebastienne · 9 months
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DIVINE
IS
✨💀Gagging💀✨
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undeadhousewife · 4 months
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Something I think only children miss out on is the absolute bullshit levels of mind fuckery siblings will go through. Was just thinking about once a week we got to take turns picking out a box of Little Debbie snack cakes, and I quickly learned if I bought the peanut butter wafer bars my siblings hated I could in fact enjoy the entire box to myself. Did I love the cookies? No. They were clearly not good. But they were mine.
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little-tyrant-gortash · 4 months
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You can be my equal.
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