#i need to learn to be shameless and draw what I want to draw. Be like those japanese people on twitter
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Tableskills: Making a Game of It
Recently I learned a bit of an unspoken truth that I'd brushed up against in my many years of being a dungeonmaster that I'd never seen put into words before: If you want to liven up whatever's going on in your adventure, figure out a way to engage the players in some kind of game. It's simultaneously the best way to provide a roadblock while making your player's victories feel earned.
This might seem redundant, since you're already playing d&d but give a moment of thought to exactly what portions of d&d are gamified. Once you learn your way around the system, it becomes apparent that D&D really only has three modes of play:
Pure roleplay/storytelling, driven by whatever feels best for the narrative. Which is not technically a game, nor should it (IMO) be gamified.
Tactical combat with a robust rules system, the most gamelike aspect.
A mostly light weight skills based system for overcoming challenges that sits between the two in terms of complexity.
The problem is that there's quite a lot of things that happen in d&d that don't fall neatly into these three systems, the best example being exploration which was supposed to be a "pillar" of gameplay but somehow got lost along the way . This is a glaring omission given how much of the core fantasy of the game (not to mention fantasy in general) is the thrill of discovery, contrasted with the rigours of travelling to/through wondrous locations. How empty is it to have your party play out the fantasy of being on a magical odyssey or delving the unknown when you end up handwaving any actual travel because base d&d doesn't provide a satisfying framework for going from A to B besides skillchecks and random encounters (shameless plug for my own exploration system and the dungeon design framework that goes with it).
The secret sauce that's made d&d and other ttrpgs so enduring is how they fuse the dramatic conventions of storytelling with the dynamics of play. The combat system gives weight and risk to those epic confrontations, and because the players can both get good at combat and are at risk of losing it lets them engage with the moment to moment action far more than pure narration or a single skill roll ever could.
I'm not saying that we need to go as in depth as combat for every gamified narrative beat (the more light weight the better IMO) but having a toolbox full of minigames we can draw upon gives us something to fall back on when we're doing our prep, or when we need to improvise. I've found having this arsenal at hand as imortant as my ability to make memorable NPCs on the fly or rework vital plothooks the party would otherwise miss.
What I'd encourage you as a DM to do is to start building a list of light weight setups/minigames for situations you often find yourself encountering: chase scenes, drinking contests, fair games, anything you think would be useful. Either make them yourself or source them from somewhere on the web, pack your DM binder full of them as needed. While not all players are utterly thrilled by combat, everyone likes having some structured game time thrown in there along with the freeform storytelling and jokes about how that one NPC's name sounds like a sex act.
A quick minigame is likewise a great way to give structure to a session when your party ends up taking a shortcut around your prepared material. Oh they didn't take that monster hunter contract in the sewers and instead want to follow up on rumours about a local caravan? The wagon hands are playing a marble game while their boss negotiates with some local mercahnts, offering to let the party play while they wait. The heroes want to sail out to the island dungeon you don't have prepped yet? Well it looks like the navigator has gone on a bit of a bender, and the party not only need to track them down but also piece together where they left the charts from their drunken remembrances as a form of a logic puzzle.
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I Won't Waste It ~ Part 7
Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,738
This is part 7 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:
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Summary: You set ground rules with the cook and the swordsman, and spend some much needed time with a friend. Zoro speaks up.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Alcohol, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Swearing, Casual Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Shameless Smut, Hair Pulling, Aftercare, Friends With Benefits, Crewmates With Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Zoro is a dick at first, but he's learning
A/N: Alright friends, please don't get mad! Zoro can be a dick, but we love character growth over here! I hope you enjoy this installment, and the next will be posted tomorrow! 😊 (Y'all can thank medical leave for these quick updates, today was the first day I've left my house in a week, lol)
Scowling at your morning reflection, you leaned your elbows over the sink. I’m fucking beat.
You took a little extra time getting ready to try to make up for your exhaustion. Especially since breakfast was starting to feel like a battlefield.
As you greeted everyone, you noticed Zoro leaning against the wall. He followed, and sat next to you. Robin’s knowing smirk made you bite your lip, looking down at your plate.
Zoro kept a grip on your thigh under the table, while Sanji brought you a caramel latte with a flower design on the foam. Usopp had asked you something, but you couldn’t hear over the assault of attention, until your captain spoke up.
“I told you Usopp, Y/N’s sick. Chopper, can fevers make you go deaf?”
“Actually yes, a high fever can cause cochlear damage-”
“She’s not sick, she’s just been having trouble sleeping. Right, Y/N?”
Nodding, you gave Robin a grateful smile.
Needing some air, you avoided their eyes and walked out on deck, yawning as you stretched.
“You’re coming to my room tonight.”
Zoro’s whispered demand tickled across your neck before you turned to face him.
Yawning again, you leaned toward him.
“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”
Your breath hitched when you saw his eyes shift, and you took a small step back.
“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”
The sound of a lighter sparked behind him.
“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”
Zoro spun, his fingers touching the handle of a sword.
“Fucking stop it, both of you. I’m not a piece of meat to fight over.”
Sanji looked at you with wide eyes, while Zoro clenched his jaw. You glared at him, stepping forward again.
“And Zoro, I enjoy our time together, but there’s a line. You agreed to this, so speak up if you can’t handle it.”
Zoro’s lips pursed a bit, and it looked like he was grinding his teeth while you continued.
“Clearly we need some ground rules.”
You sighed, walking over to the railing. You caught Nami waving from the crows nest, and you held in a laugh, grateful to know she was there.
When you turned around you could almost see the violence in the air between them
Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into.
“Okay, rule number one; no fighting over me. The whole point of this arrangement is to keep things casual, and I won’t put myself in the middle of your feud.”
Zoro's veins pulsed in his arms as he clenched his fists, and Sanji seemed to be desperately trying to ignore Zoro’s presence.
“Rule number two; no one gets their feelings hurt when I want to take a break. I’m fucking tired, and I’m not a doll you can use whenever you want.”
They both looked appalled, Sanji flashing hateful eyes toward Zoro as the swordsman swore, and started to apologize.
You held your hand out to stop them, and kept going, trying not to draw their eyes to the thumbs up waving from the crow’s nest.
“Rule number three; we need to come up with some sort of system to keep things fair. I don’t want to have to choose between you guys, and get caught in your pissing contest.”
Sanji looked at you with puppy dog eyes, while Zoro crossed his arms with his signature scowl.
You paused for a moment, feeling exhausted.
“So, what’s the system?”
“Let her catch her breath, moss head.”
“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”
“Guys, seriously? Stop.”
They had leaned toward each other, and you could practically see their hackles rise.
But they went instantly silent at your words, and turned to face you.
You held in the shiver that ran through you at how these two powerful men just obeyed your command so quickly.
“Let’s alternate. One day with Zoro, then the next day with Sanji. And I get to take breaks without you destroying the ship.”
Zoro kept scowling, and Sanji still looked like everything you said was magic. Again, you had to bite back laughter at these two ridiculous men.
“Plus! You can both sleep with other people too!”
The blank stares they both gave you made you pause for a minute.
“... Okay then, good! Do we all agree to the terms?”
“Of course dear-“
“Sure-“
“Great! I’m going to get some work done.”
You practically ran away from them, chewing on the inside of your lip to keep from squealing. This is insane!
You didn’t want to spend the day in the kitchen making oils and tinctures until you’d seen Zoro again. They’d agreed to the rules, but you didn’t want to test his limit while he watched you spend the day with Sanji.
Instead, you spent it with Chopper. Now and then he’d share some interesting facts from his books while you were cataloging ointments, salves, and other supplies you’d made. Making sure they weren’t expired, and logging what you should make soon.
“We go through arnica cream like crazy, I’ll put that on our priority list.”
“Good thinking!”
It was so hard to be in a low mood around Chopper, and you found yourself smiling, even as you made your way through the hall to dinner.
“Y/N.”
Zoro’s voice was low behind you, and you took a breath before turning to meet his eyes. He was looking everywhere but you, and you’d never seen him with his shoulders slumped like this.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”
You stared, watching him struggle, clearly feeling shitty about this.
“No, you shouldn't have.”
You said it with a soft voice, but stayed firm.
He nodded, meeting your eyes.
“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”
You nodded, releasing a breath.
“Thank you, Zoro. We can talk more tomorrow if you want. I’ll meet you in your room after dinner?”
Zoro’s lip twitched just a bit, and that tiny smile made you feel at ease. He nodded, heading into the galley.
After dinner, you walked toward your quarters in a daze.
Nami caught your eye in the hall, and she flashed a bottle of wine from under her jacket while nodding toward her room.
You closed the door behind you both, then mock hissed at her.
“You thief.”
“Former! Now I’m a pirate. And pirates plunder.”
She took a swig before handing it over.
“I figured you could use some company that isn’t trying to stick a flag in you.”
“Oh, you are so right.”
You probably should have gone to bed early, but you had needed this time with your friend. You’d managed to spend a decent amount of time not talking or thinking about boy drama, but it inevitably came back up.
And this time it was all your fault. Maybe I’ve had too much wine.
“Soo, Nami?”
“Uh huh?”
She’d been digging in her closet, but twisted around to face you.
“Would you, uh… Would you want to join an arrangement with either of them?”
Her mouth fell open, and she laughed loudly before clamping her hand over her face and sitting next to you.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to laugh like that.”
You were laughing yourself, leaning your head into your hands.
“No, it’s totally fine. This whole thing is fucking ridiculous.”
“No, it’s not that, I just…”
Her tone had gone soft, almost serious, and your laughter faded.
“I just, I don't know. I've never been interested in that. I’ve tried before, but-”
She glanced at you, then shrugged before staring up at the ceiling.
“I know it sounds weird. I love to hear about it, but I just… don’t want to do it myself. With anyone. If that makes sense.”
You smiled at your friend, touching your hand to hers.
“It makes sense, Nami. I don’t think that’s weird at all.”
She beamed at you, and you felt shivers of warmth for your friend.
“I’m just bummed you won’t be able to carry some of this load for me.”
“Ha, ew! I don’t want any of that load, you can keep their junk all to yourself!”
Finally crashing in your room later, you felt so filled with happiness that you didn’t even think about tomorrow.
Luckily tomorrow included the boys on their best behavior, although they were still vying for your attention during meals.
I need to set another rule for that.
You felt Sanji’s eyes on you as you left after dinner, and shivered as you made your way to Zoro’s quarters.
He let you in, as if he’d been waiting behind the door. You half expected him to pin you against the wall. Instead he led you in, sitting on the floor across from his chair. You took a seat, barely breathing. This was not Zoro’s typical stoic silence. Your knees fought as you tried not to bounce them.
He started to speak, then coughed, clearing his throat a couple times.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”
“I know-”
“I’m not good at this.”
He gestured vaguely between you, then looked away. You chewed your lip not to smile.
“I just. I like you. And I like what we’ve been doing together.”
“I’d say ‘like’ is an understatement, Needy.”
You caught yourself teasing his own words back at him before you could stop it. You had a second of panic, worried you’d pushed him too far.
Zoro looked up at you, his face tilted with that evil smile that made your pulse race.
He seemed to be fighting to keep his voice even, but the heat kept building.
“I promise to do better. Can you forgive me?”
Your breath was high in your chest as you felt the air shift around you.
“Yes, Zoro. I forgive you.”
He lifted onto his knees, coming only a fraction closer to you.
“Can I make it up to you?”
You gave a small gasp, and his smile of satisfaction made your eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“Y-Yes, please.”
Zoro was suddenly kneeling between your legs in his chair, hand fisting in your hair. He gripped you hard enough to make you whimper, loving the feeling of him taking control. He licked along your neck, sucking and biting your earlobe as his free hand gripped its fingers into your thigh. He pulled your hair even tighter, and you cried out for him as he chuckled in your ear.
“I knew you needed me to touch you like this. You need me to hurt you, just a little bit. Don’t you, Y/N?”
You couldn’t keep your back from arching, and he used the hand on your thigh to pull you roughly until you were sitting on the edge of the chair, quivering for him.
“Should I repeat the question, Needy?”
His dangerous words had your body aching, wetness pooling between your thighs.
“No. I, uh-”
“What do you need?”
He breathed those words against your lips as his eyes burned into yours.
You could barely hear your desperate whisper as you answered him.
“I need you to hurt me, Zoro. Use me, please.”
He forced his tongue into your mouth. His kiss felt like he was taking from you, and you moaned into him.
You fell back into the chair as he released you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he pulled himself out of his pants, dragging a condom over his long, twitching cock.
“Wrists or throat?”
You looked back at his eyes, his growled words not registering.
“Pick one.”
“Uh, wri-wrists,” you whispered, almost panicked.
“Get on your knees.”
You joined him on the ground, heart pounding.
Zoro tore at your pants, dragging them down just above your knees before grabbing you by the hair again.
“Beg me.”
You almost went limp, his grip in your hair keeping you upright.
“P-Please fuck me, Zoro. Please let me feel your cock-”
Zoro shoved your head down to the side, and you caught yourself on your hands and knees. He moved behind you, and you whined. Needing him, dripping for him.
Feeling his length dragging along your skin, you begged even more. He leaned over you, grabbing and pulling you by the arms until you were upright, flush against the front of his body. He nipped along your neck while you shook.
“I’m gonna give you what you need. And I'm gonna take what I want. And you’re gonna keep your fucking mouth shut while I do it. Does that work for you, Needy?”
“Y-Yes, please, Zoro. I need you.”
He growled, and you gasped as he forced your arms behind your back. He pushed you forward, but held your wrists in one of his strong hands while he circled your entrance.
You chewed your tongue, panting with pain and pleasure as he slammed into you, so fucking deep. He used your arms like handles, pulling you while you whimpered, trying so hard not to scream.
Tears were streaming down your face, and you were overwhelmed, overpowered. Your pants still trapped at your thighs created so much pressure as he fucked you from this angle.
“That’s right, Needy. You want me to fucking use you. That’s why you’re being so good and quiet for me, huh?”
You nodded for him, whimpering as he shoved into you even harder.
“I can be that for you, Needy. I can be the one that makes you feel this way. Fuuck… Your pussy loves being used, doesn't it, baby?”
Tiny sobs left your lips as your body proved him right.
The angle he was holding you at was wearing you down, but he held your arms where he wanted you, forcing himself into your body as it tried to go limp.
You came on his cock, tears and drool leaving your face instead of screams. And he didn’t stop.
Zoro pushed you forward, using an arm to catch you before you hit the floor.
Then he shoved you face to the floor while he kept ramming into you.
“Finger yourself, Needy. I’m gonna take what I need now.”
Moaning, you tried to move your arms, but they were still almost numb from his grip. You didn’t need to though. The new angle, and Zoro’s groans above you brought you close again.
“Fuck, I know what this needy pussy wants, huh, Y/N?”
He fisted your hair as his thrusts became erratic. You moaned your ‘yes’ for him, writhing under his control.
“What do you need?”
Panting, you begged while he brought you again, your pussy milking him.
“I need your cock, Zo-Zor-”
You had to stop talking or you would have screamed. You shook under him, body bucking while you came so fucking hard. Even with your own body convulsing, you felt Zoro pulsing inside you, loving the moans he let out as he released.
You lay together, gasping and twitching, until the sensations were too intense and he pulled away, cleaning himself off while you tried to relearn how to breathe.
Zoro came back to you with a towel, cleaning you off before rolling you onto your back, and helping you slide your pants back on.
His face was unreadable, and you stopped yourself from asking if he was okay. He promised he’d use his words. I can’t let myself worry about his every expression, it’ll go too far.
You swallowed as you tried to listen to your own advice.
Then he sat against the wall again, dragging you to lay across his chest. Your breath froze as he gently stroked your arm while he rested his head against the wall to look at the ceiling.
You didn’t know what to say. This was the most awkward moment you’d felt with him so far, and you were trying so fucking hard to not take responsibility for this grown mans feelings.
“Thank you.”
You gingerly pushed yourself up, sitting against the wall beside him so you wouldn’t have to look up at him.
“For what?”
He met your eyes, his lips twitching into a small smile.
“For giving me another chance. I won’t waste it.”
Your lips parted as you stared into his deep, dark eyes. His words sounded so soft, so genuine. Your breath seemed caught in a strange moment, like you were somehow separate from the room you were in. Zoro didn’t look away.
“You’re welcome.”
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mickey milkovich x nude, radiohead
i don’t think that anybody can disagree that 1x07 is the episode where we learn the most about mickey milkovich. no, i don’t mean he showed any development or anything like that, but we learned something about him that made him significant for the rest of the show. something that never leaves, something that is important to him. in 1x07, we learn that mickey milkovich is gay, and we learn that he is willing to sleep with ian gallagher (even when his father and sister are in the house).
in 1x06, mickey kind of has an interaction with ian that we later see and are like, “yeah, he’s totally gay”, but back then it wasn’t stated that mickey was gay. mickey steals shit from the kash and grab, and he tells ian, “you know where i live if you have a problem” kind of instigating that ian should come over.
but in 1x07, mickey has stolen the gun from the kash and grab, and ian goes to mickey’s house equipped with a tyre iron, ready to take it back.
the “i want the gun back, mickey” scene needs no introduction or explanation. we all know what happened. we all watched in awe as mickey stood over ian and both of their breaths evened out and they made contact and… bam! they’re getting undressed, just like that.
later on, we are no stranger to gallavich and fighting then fucking. it’s something many people know them for, the fact that they’ll literally beat the shit out of each other and then immediately get on each other. but here, it was supposed to be for shock value because shameless utilizes shock value. to those who didn’t know gallavich was going to happen, watching mickey, the thug who had literally just attempted murder on ian, undress and fuck ian was surprising. later on, we can understand why it happened, but we were supposed to be shocked.
so, here’s where nude by radiohead comes in.
terry wakes up from a nap and goes to take a piss in mickey’s room (there’s a bathroom in there, he isn’t just pissing in it, lol). in there, ian and mickey are naked under mickey’s covers. around them, we see a poster of a woman and we also see a drawing mickey made that says “fuck love”.
so when terry comes out of the bathroom and looks at them both, he doesn’t do what season 3 terry does, he simply says “put some clothes on, you two look like a couple of fags!” and it’s a comical scene because, what the fuck, terry, aren’t you a homophobic murderer? you woke up to grunts and crashes coming from mickey’s room, then when you came in he and another boy are naked in his bed… what do you think they were doing?
so when mickey does put some clothes on, he puts on a radiohead shirt.
the shirt says “you’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking” and those are the last lyrics of the radiohead song “nude”.
so for those who haven’t listened to the song, here’s my analysis of why this song is associated with mickey milkovich and how it ends up foreshadowing his entire character for the next four seasons.
“don’t get any big ideas
they’re not gonna happen”
literally this scene. mickey caves and gives ian the gun back because lets be honest, it was really just bait. ian leans in to kiss him, and mickey has a look in his eyes where you can tell he wants to, but he can’t. he built this wall up years ago and he’s already cursing himself for letting it come down. terry instructed him to get dressed, and he puts on this shirt. and he’s trying to put this carefully constructed mask back on but he’s struggling. and so, he pushes ian away, “kiss me and i’ll cut your fucking tounge out”. there’s no malice in his tone, it’s a threat, but it isn’t threatening.
“you paint yourself white
and fill up with noise
but there'll be something missing”
mickey hiding in the closet, marrying svetlana, being a father to yevgeny, trying to act like the perfect son of terry. he still has this mask on and he tries to hide who he is but alas, he can’t. he loves ian too much and when he gets married and pushes him away, he’s still gay and in love.
“now that you found it
it’s gone”
upon being married, he tells ian that they can still bang. maybe being married to a woman makes him feel a bit more secure because although he despises it and it’s crushing him, he can keep his whole “king of the southside” thing. now that he’s married and unhappy, terry’s satisfied, and that’s all that matters- well, at one point it was. so he tells ian that they can still fuck, but suddenly, ian isn’t as eager and easy as he once was, and he leaves. he’s gone.
“now that you feel it
you don't
you’ve gone off the rails”
he’s out, he’s with ian, he has ian. things are supposed to be fine- but they’re not. ian’s unstable and has been hospitalized, and mickey breaks. he gets shitfaced and cuts his cheek and cries into ian’s jacket. that wall he once built up? the chest he puffed up, the posters he hung, the tattoos he got, they all mean nothing. it’s all gone. the wall and mask are gone, he’s more fragile than he once was. ian’s broken and it’s simultaneously breaking him too.
“so don't get any big ideas
they're not gonna happen”
this line is so mickey in s5, s6, s7, and s10. ian calling him and mickey running to see ian. he has hope. but no, ian breaks up with him, mickey is arrested, and when ian visits he desperately wants ian back. he tattoos ian’s name on his chest, specifically over his heart, and he practically pleads for ian to stay. then, mickey and ian are fleeing to mexico, and for a second, he has hope again. he fantasizes about he and ian at the beach, ian’s freckled skin being sunburnt, them swimming in the ocean together. for once, he can imagine his dreams being true. but they aren’t. he and ian are getting their marriage license, but ian’s hand wavers over the dotted line and he gives mickey that look and mickey breaks (…ian’s leg. lol). he keeps getting his hopes up and everytime he scolds himself for it because he just ends up hopeless.
then finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for,
“you'll go to hell
for what your dirty mind
is thinking”
it’s in the 1x07 scene i’m talking about. terry instructs mickey to get dressed, he does, and he puts on a shirt that says this. and in that shirt, he seems odd. the confidence we see him have in 1x03 is no longer there. he doesn’t necessarily look vulnerable, but he isn’t the mickey he pretends to be. he caves and returns the gun, which was just bait for ian to come anyway, and he refuses to make eye contact with ian, but when he does, it’s almost coy? he’s ashamed. he’s thinking of things he know would get him killed and he hates himself for it. terry will end him if he finds out, and yes, he has the posters, the reputation, the persona, the tattoos, the guns, etc. but in the end, it’s all an act, and we can see it. the way he licks his lips, the way his eyes won’t focus, his body language says so much.
#aria’s yapping again#i’ve lost 8 followers within the last day so i’m praying gallavich meta will save my blog#shameless#gallavich#gallavich meta#shameless meta#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#terry milkovich#shameless us#radiohead#1x07#meta#please don’t let this flop#it took hours
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・✶ ｡ﾟmegumi wants to learn how to make you feel good, so what better way than to show him.
♱ warnings — mutual masturbation, f!reader, megumi is kind of inexperienced cause i live for it, aged!up megumi.
♱ note — hewo . bringing u sum ‘gumi cause i think he is just the cutest ever <3
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the air feels thick and sticky in your bedroom, megumi’s skin almost too hot as his eyes watch the way you explore the intimate skin between your thighs.
his cock is throbbing against his palm as he squeezes his fingers around the base, every languid stroke distracted by the way you pet your fingers through your folds, allowing him to watch your thighs twitch when they brush over your puffy clit.
“you h-have to touch here.” megumi’s eyes are wide, nodding eagerly and needy at the explanation before he’s pumping his cock once more, making his eyes gloss over and flutter closed as he tries to desperately keep his eyes trained on your movements.
you exhale his name when you press down on the puffy nub between your fingers harder and the sound makes his hips buck, the head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist as he finds a pace.
it was your idea, to show him how you liked it given his inexperience but also his unwavering want to please you. maybe he was a little too quick to accept, but any shame he felt quickly was quickly replaced by his need for you.
so now megumi’s resting against the headboard in your bedroom while you sit just a few centimetres away from him on the mattress, and he’s so fucking hard — pumping his cock to the sight of his pretty girlfriend circling her clit with two fingers as a flush burns across his skin.
your shirt is pulled up over your tits, your free hand taking a slow, languid handful to roll your nipples between your fingers and your boyfriends sharp, blown gaze feels like it cuts through you when he groans so whispery and shameless at the sight of you.
“does.. ughhh, d-does it feel good?” megumi pants, his breathing is ragged and there’s pre-cum beading along the tip of his cock — easing every rough, eager stroke of his palm as his fist twists around the shaft.
he wants nothing more than to reach out for you, to feel your slick underneath his fingertips and draw his initials into your clit — exploring your folds so he can feel you grab and whimper about how good he’s making you feel.
“yes—ah! it feels s-so good, ‘gumi.”
“g-good, fuck.” but then megumi watches you trace your fingers lower, pushing them into your pussy until they’re all the way to the base and he swallows rough at the way your thighs twitch. his eyes trained on the way you draw them back before you’re sinking them into you once more, humping your clit against your palm as you squeeze and palm at your tits.
his pace is growing sloppier with every wet, squelch that sounds from your pussy — you’re like a fucking angel, and he’s trying to meet your movements as he squeezes around the sensitive nerves. he can imagine how warm you feel, how good you’d squeeze around his cock—no, you’d feel even better than he can imagine.
“i want you so bad.. wanna feel you.” your words are hormone-drunken slurs as your head drops back ever so slightly and megumi can’t help the way his hips are twitching into every twist of his hand, letting his fingers trace over the sensitive head before he’s parting his lips to groan.
“i—i know.. shit, i want to make you feel good. don’t stop, k-keep going.” he’s mumbling roughly, almost embarrassed by the weight of his desire in his tone — he’s wound up so tight with need. his orgasm is already so terrifying close as he watches you hump yourself along your palm, fingers glistening with your slick everytime you draw them back.
“‘gumi.. look at me.” you gasp, and megumi’s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips while his free hand twists in his hair. hushed groans fall from his lips when he tugs at the roots and his breathing stutters with the drop of his brows.
“i’ll.. hnnn, but im g-gonna cum.” he knows he will if he looks at you, if he really takes in the pinch of your brows and the part of your lips. the pretty little, doe-eyed look you send him as you hump yourself along your fingers and cry his name.
“me too.. ah! so please, let me see you.” your words are like a breathless plea, and megumi really fucking needs you right now — letting his gaze drift from between your legs to meet your blown gaze.
it’s almost humiliating, the immediate throb of his cock when you grind out another cry of his name and he watches the way your lips curl around the words, making his back arch with a whispery, broken groan when his orgasm suddenly rocks through him.
the buck of his hips is almost uncontrollable as he chases the pleasure, squeezing his fingers around the base of his cock as his load smears along his pretty, twitching abdomen, trailing down his fingers as he they squeeze and ring more cum out of him. the sight of your boyfriend so lost in bliss makes your own body stiffen and your thighs snap closed as you follow him off the edge.
your hips are twisting and jolting with every deep grind of your fingers inside of your walls, watching megumi tremble as he rides out his own orgasm while his eyes remain on yours.
his cum pebbles prettily against his pale skin when he finally lets his cock soften against his palm, his chest rising and falling shakily as he tries to catch his breath. he’s a little embarrassed, the intimacy something still unknown to him as a soft pout sits on his lips and he lets his fingers twist in the sheets below him, his gaze falling from yours nervously.
but then the bed rocks when you move suddenly and megumi grunts when he feels your warm body press against his as you kiss him — making him whimper when your slick cunt grinds down on still sensitive cock.
“do you feel better about it now, ‘gumi?” you giggle breathlessly and he swears the sound makes his cock twitch between your bodies — trying to feign a grumpy little scowl that quickly melts with the burning press of your lips against his.
“uh yeah, maybe..” he begins as his hooded eyes finally trace their way back to yours — trembling fingers tracing along your sides before megumi lets his forehead rest against your own. “can i try now?”
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AI “art”
Yesterday I argued with an idiot that thought giving directives to an AI makes you as much of an artist as someone that is actually capable of creating art. It’s extremely worrying that our youth is so incapable of understanding this topic, too self absorbed on their own rigid conception of reality and utterly detached from the real world and the importance of the people you share it with, of consequences, of tangibility. They don’t know how to define art, such a core concept for our species, they are unaware that it’s an exclusively human practice a machine cannot produce by itself or for them.
Some of Oxford Language Learner's Dictionary definitions if you want tangible sources for something that has existed for longer than any piece of technology;
Definition of an Artist: a person who creates works of art, especially paintings or drawings.
3 definitions of Art:
1) the use of the imagination to express ideas or feelings, particularly in painting, drawing or sculpture.
2) the skill of creating objects such as paintings and drawings, especially when you study it.
3) an ability or a skill that you can develop with training and practice.
(defining a piece through words could turn into literature, writing is an outlet for creativity and imagination too, the problem is that they want to claim a graphic piece they had no part on as their creation…which makes no sense for obvious reasons. This might blow your mind but you actually have to be involved in the making of a piece in order for it to be an artist. Writing a brief description of what you want the AI to make for you is not a form of creation, it’s a directive for a machine to do what you can’t)
If you don’t have mental resources, talent, skills, capacity of handling different tools, mediums and techniques then you are not an artist (and that’s okay), but you could be if you tried. Writing a prompt is not making art, everyone with enough mental capacity can come up with a concept for a piece, people that commission artists do that and that doesn’t automatically make them artists.
An AI won’t do shit the way you request it even if you say it does. An AI makes an interpretation of the request but asides from mild guidance, you have absolutely nothing to do with the process or the final “piece” (Frankenstein monster of already existing pieces, taken with or without consent).
An AI without regulation isn’t a new medium or something comparable to the fucking Industrial Revolutionjust, specially considering it isn’t a new, easier way to do the same task (like with an art software). It’s but a shameless way of reusing or straight up stealing pieces produced by the same artists you deem to be now useless and outdated. What you call the future is nothing but plagiarism, the usage of things that already existed in a much higher quality, a wonky replica that is only valued because it’s free for your cheap ass.
“Good artists have nothing to worry about, only shitty artists will disappear” im sorry you have to find out this way but every good artist had to be shit first. We reached a point where we are unaware of periods of time any artist needs in order to grow and develop. This logic is baffling because if only good artists are worth of being respected and having stable jobs then we’ll eventually run out of artists, which is not only silly but impossible. This is but an excuse to avoid the obvious issue that represents stepping over people and making it seem as a fair, natural process.
Finally, If you wanna draw, learn to draw first, nobody stops you but yourself. If you wanna paint learn to paint, if you wanna sculpt, learn to sculpt, if you wanna be an artist then get your ass to work. Not everything is laid out for you in life, you actually have to put work into something, as shocking as it sounds. There are people that draw masterpieces holding pencils on their mouths, you have no excuse other than self pity for being useless, being jealous of those that can actually make things and, ultimately, the unreserved, unapologetic disinterest in those affected by this monster y’all wanna have fun with.
#and lets not even mention the fact this will make easier fake porn. revenge porn. fake new and extortion#but this post is about art#text
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5 Minutes Or Less
TW: Public Sex. Smut. Degrading Language.
Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank.
Enemies x Lovers.
SUMMARY: JJ’s eavesdropping ends in your pleasure…
WORD COUNT: 1700
*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*
5 Minutes or Less
You couldn’t even fathom why he would even be here. It wasn’t as if he was the life of the party as he may have been on his side of the island, on The Cut. Yet, he was shameless to indulge in what was offered to you and your fellow friends by the lead Kook who arranged this weekly gathering of drinking and drugs to quell his own vices. But as others were too focused on the imminent high or approaching intoxication, he just kept his eyes narrowed to you. Even if you shouldn’t have been surprised as this seemed to be his go-to interaction you shared as tensions from across any room in which you were together, for some reason tonight it had put you further on edge than normal. Perhaps it was because he was without his other pogues. Or perhaps it was even the way his eyes didn’t waver from you for even a second. Not as he took a sip. Not as he was bullied by your friends. And not as you could no longer take the heat of his iced focus.
“Maybe something is just broken in me…” You confessed to Sarah as she bent over the vanity of the bathroom, applying another line of gloss over her lips.
“You just haven’t had the right guy. I’m telling you, high school guys have no idea what the hell they’re doing…” She confessed. “Which is why I don’t waste my time anymore.” You slowly nodded, the details of the conversation rather vulgar despite the fact they echoed well into the hallway.
“Sorry to hear about your predicament, princess…” JJ’s voice stilled you in place as Sarah continued down the steps and you turned to find him leaning against the wall of the bathroom, dimples on exposure as he was quite proud of himself.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re not above eavesdropping…” You shot in his direction before attempting to slip away back in the trail of your friend. But once again, his words were a means to stay. But not because they were welcomed by your heart, but because they were a further fan to the hatred that burned for him beneath your otherwise soft exterior.
“I know what your problem is…”
“Oh really?” You asked with a roll of your eyes before he now blocked the path you could have made to escape these tensions.
“You just haven’t had the right person is all…I mean…it shouldn’t take too long-”
“And what would YOU know about it?” You spat as he scoffed.
“Only that I could do it faster than even yourself.” Your brow raised, the need to prove him wrong having caused any lines of morality and reason to blur.
“Like I’d ever let you touch me to find out…”
“I always knew you were entitled and materialistic…but I never took you as a coward.” Your jaw clenched, “I’d even give you the benefit here…Let’s say…Five minutes or less…”
“You think you can make me come in less than five minutes with nothing else but your fingers?”
“It would be even shorter with my tongue, but yeah…definitely…” You clenched your jaw at the thought, having now been at rest at the wall between the steps and the bathroom as he had set you this way throughout the conversation.
“Fine then…” He smirked, drawing his fingers to his smirk and sucking them into a drip, before moving closer to your shorts.
“I hope you taste sweeter than you are because you can be such a brat-”
“You aren’t any-” Your words were silenced by his fingers making contact directly at your sex. The way he was able to keep you almost in a trance just by his own gaze had proven itself once again as you had been moved in such a way without learning of his fingers as they moved stealthily to you.
“Is that all it took to shut you up after all this time?” Your eyes narrowed as you were stubborn, not allowing even a second of satisfaction to read across your face, even if his touch was enough to want to ride to your release. You’d had other fingers between those lower lips, but none that felt like his and you couldn't understand why. He wasn’t even allowing pleasure in longevity or depth as he was strictly teasing you, but perhaps this was what made you force those tremors into reserve. Because he was teetering around that satisfaction,well aware if he were to move a hairline over to your clit or a degree lower, he would have you belting out his name and renouncing your Kook citizenship, simply to come. And you loathed how he had this effect over you. The same effect that made you need to prove him wrong to such a degree that left any remaining virtues at your feet as he grinned widely at your reactions.
“Oh look at that face…you’re not going to come already are you? More desperate than I thought…” He berated as your grip tightened around his wrist as you rode further into his ringed fingers, a second now in attendance as his thumb made broad circles over your clit.
“Oh you want to, I can feel it…" But as you could no longer fight him, the expiration of time still well out of reach, he would lengthen your torment.
"Just how desperate are you, sweetheart?"
"JJ-" You spoke through clenched teeth, your tone aggressive, as your eyes pleaded with him.
"Bet you'd let me fuck you right now…"
"Yes! Please!" His face suddenly read in pure bewilderment that quickly shifted to amusement until your hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Maybe it was the fact it was forbidden as far as social standards were concerned. Or maybe even the fact you had always been curious for his touch. Either way, you were desperate to know it. But that grip wrapped at his soin would drive his lips to yours, a single collision that left you willing to do whatever was necessary to keep the connection.
His kiss was sweet, a contrast to his vulgar words and even more aggressive touch. But you craved it. You wanted to know all the ways your body would respond to him alkaot ad much as he wanted. Almost. But all he needed was the confirmation of your submission before he turned you towards the wall, fingers remaining to pleasure you, as his second hand pulled you back at an angle to kiss him.
"You ARE desperate for me…wanting me to fuck you like this…where anyone can see you.. " You were too lost in the pleasure to care. You didn't care how it would appear. Nobody had ever made you feel like this and you were certain nobody ever could again. Nobody but him at least.
"You wanna come?"
"Please JJ!"
"Then beg like a good little slut begging for this pogue cock…"
"I want it…" You mewled as he continuously edged you.
"Why don't we beg a bit more? Sounds so pretty, princess. So desperate for me-"
"Please…JJ…."
"Hasn't even been three minutes…" He scoffed, taunting you for your inability to exercise even a moment's patience.
"I'd bet you'd also suck me dry just to keep my fingers like this…"
"Please, JJ! Please!" You pulled him back into a kiss as he was left in consideration. But the way you pressed against him and moaned before him was too much to bear. And so, in seconds, you were exposed from the waist down as the sound of his belt and joint buckle would be enough to inform you he joined in the vulnerability.
"Yes!" You cursed aloud as he pounded into you, his dominant hand kept at your sex as the other was stationed at the wall for support. Your body was taken into an angle and then thrust into the wall in repetition as you moaned for him.
"Has anybody else even ever been inside you, you're squeezing me like a fucking virgin!" He nearly growled into your ear as you validated you were experienced, but not enough to know how to make yourself come as he threatened to make you. Your eyes rolled at the thought.
"Just never been fucked right, is that it? They're probably soft with you, telling you all those pretty words…but you need the dirty ones to make you come…"
"J-"
"Like how you're a whore dressing where I can tell you like to wear thongs? Or how about how I know you've made yourself come thinking about me…but it doest feel like this does it, sweetheart?"
"No…." You confessed.
"You're gonna let me come inside you, right? Enough to drip down your thighs as you try to walk back to your little friends? I bet you won't make it another hour before needing me again…just needing my tongue because you'll be too sore for my cock again…"
"Please!"
"Tell me what you want. I don't think I've made you any stupider than you are…But if it is making it hard to say it.." His hand moved from your clit and to your neck. "Then scream it."
"Fuck me!"
Your body was suddenly unleashed. Never before this moment had an orgasm charged through you to this degree. Only pleasure surged as conduits beyond each nerve as you felt him find his own release behind you. But even if he would have caused pain by how stuffed he left you, nothing could counter the effect he left behind. Your skin almost buzzed and your eyes were unable to see anything but remnants of the stars he forced to form behind compressed eyes.
You would never admit it. But you didn't have to. He knew he was the best you'd had. And just as you wouldn't offer that confession, neither would he.
"Guess I won…" He smirked into your ear as you savored your tremors. Like sparks from a live wire, the desire remained. But just like the safety of such danger, it faded as he descended the steps, leaving you unsure of what would transpire if you were to see each other again. But you hoped you would.
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Penelope found herself promenading and talking with her “friend,” Colin about her three suitors and objectifying them a teensy bit, which is torture for Colin.
Penelope: I have heard it said that Mr. Anderson been on many exotic hunting expeditions. How brave and fearless one must be to hunt only the most dangerous beasts. I cannot imagine another gentleman of the ton his equal. Not with his aim and protective instincts. Were I his wife, I would be safe from marauding minotaurs even if he didn’t have a gun handy. I stumbled during promenade with him yesterday and he caught me as though I were as light as a feather. It was quite stirring.
Colin: Are you blushing Pen?
Penelope: Do not mock me, I am sure you think it silly but I have never felt delicate before. And I did in his arms. He only held me for a moment but he was so strong. It… it was nice and he smelled good which I rarely notice about gentlemen.
Penelope: Colin are you flexing your arm muscles?
Colin was most definitely flexing his muscles.
Colin: Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. Mr. Anderson is hardly the only gentleman with strong arms and soap in town. Besides there are more important things to consider.
Penelope: Well of course, though were I a man I would simply pick the option I find most pleasing to look at, and certainly the most handsome option is Mr. Dankworth.
Colin: Good God Penelope, did he not just risk his life riding a hot air balloon contraption last year. The man is a reckless fool. You’ll be widowed within the year.
Penelope: How can you be so unkind. Are you not the very man who went on a world tour alone? How can you be so critical of that man’s small adventure?
Colin: I am merely concerned that you might become blinded by some small things that you have learned of these gentlemen and that you might choose someone who will not make you happy.
Penelope: I have three charming, handsome and strong options. One of them is even titled! My mama is quite set on Lord Debling. She insists I must, “display my assets,” for him.”
Colin: What the hell does she mean by that?
Penelope: I shall leave that to your imagination, but let’s just say that she had the modiste lower the necklines of all my dresses this season. And if you truly cannot infer my meaning, you should know I’ve been instructed by my mama to stand straight with my chest out and fan my bosom whenever he is present… to draw his eye.
Colin: Penelope that is shameless. You are a lady!
Penelope: What I am is a woman in need of a husband Colin, and I will do what I must to tempt and snag my man. Once I know which of these men will offer me the best possible future, I will learn what my intended likes, and I shall make it clear that I intend to please him in any way I possibly can in the hopes that he will like me and aspire to make me happy as well.
Colin: Any man would be lucky to call you his, Penelope. There is no finer woman in all the world.
Penelope: What a compliment to give the only woman you have never flirted with.
Colin: Did you want me to flirt with you Pen?
Penelope: Are you mad? I would never dream of flirting with Colin Bridgerton.
Colin: I shall never live that down, I see.
Penelope: Not in your wildest fantasies.
Just then Penelope stepped on a small stone which turned her ankle just enough to make her stumble and Colin immediately caught her in his surprisingly strong embrace.
Colin: Miss Featherington, would it be scandalous to flirt with you when you are already in my arms.
Penelope: I am not in your arms because of your flirting, and you should let me go before someone sees us like this.
Colin: Let them look, I quite like the way you blush while I hold you. How do I smell compared to Mr. Anderson?
Penelope: You are incorrigible Mr. Bridgerton. Besides you always smell the same to me. Like a mix of soap mixed with sandalwood and sometimes whiskey. Which I don’t normally like but…
Colin: Don’t tell me you like the way I smell.
Penelope: I would never insult you with such a bold compliment. Now please release me, it was only a pebble under my shoe, it is not as though I just swooned in your arms.
Colin: Do I have to? You smell so nice and in this position I have the most spectacular view of your… assets.
At this Penelope gasped, then turned beet red and then they both broke into infectious laughter. Colin set her upright again and they decided to walk a little longer, Penelope’s arm held snuggly by Colin’s and he told her he would have to take every opportunity to flirt with her now. Because he couldn’t remember ever having such fun flirting with another woman. Something about making Penelope blush and smile and laugh delighted Colin and he was determined to see her light up for him as much as he could, for as long as he could. Maybe even for forever.
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The Anatomy of Lumpy Kiba
(and how to identify him in the wild)
disclaimer: this is not a wolf anatomy tutorial. it’s a tutorial on how to recognize the features of one specific wolf silhouette so you can get pretentiously annoyed about it. don’t take my advice about things.
also, don’t harass artists over this shit if you happen to see it. I shouldn’t have to say that but the internet’s favorite pastime now is spontaneously deciding to make some random civilian’s life miserable for a minor misstep and it’s a fucked up thing to do. yes plagiarism is bad but frankly while the original clipart was obviously traced, that ship sailed over a decade ago and I don’t blame everyone for using this wolf silhouette because you have to go out of your way to avoid it at this point if you’re searching for free clipart. this is meant to be funny and lighthearted.
now, with that out of the way.
nobody asked for this but I need something to occupy my brain and the notes aren’t really slowing down on that post (this is what I’m referencing btw) and I’ve seen a few people questioning my claims that it’s all the same wolf silhouette and that the original is a still from the anime Wolf’s Rain. I also really enjoy when people find this bastard in weird places and want to make it easier. so I’m doing that. in a style flagrantly stolen from mcmansionhell, which I think is fitting given the subject matter of shameless plagiarism. to start, here’s one of the cleanest/most exemplary instances I could find, broken down. There’s some variation in rotation, nose shape, and scruff distribution, but it all basically averages out to this:
further analysis, examples, and deranged ranting under the cut!
not all of these details will be present in every instance of Lumpy Kiba (especially in smaller examples or jewelry where a lot of detail is lost), but more than 2-3 together with the same pose and you’ve got a set of weirdly specific anatomical issues that are unlikely to all occur naturally together unless someone is referencing an already badly-rendered wolf instead of a photo. The most consistent and noticeable feature of Lumpy Kiba is those hind legs, with their dangerously pointy hocks and very long and concave metatarsals, but the tail position, nose shape, and pronounced shoulder bump are also strong indicators.
for reference, here’s a photo of a real wolf in a similar pose. note the very rounded hocks and overall lack of lumps.
when you find a wolf silhouette clipart that ISN’T Lumpy Kiba, it won’t necessarily have perfect anatomy but it will have a lot more in common with the photo, like this dude
Wolves That Are Lumpy, But Not Kiba
stylizing is a thing though, and on rare occasions you WILL find a howling wolf silhouette that resembles neither a real wolf nor Lumpy Kiba. it was surprisingly hard to find ones that weren’t just “Lumpy Kiba but severely warped/altered” (I’ll get to those in a minute) but these were the two clearest examples I could find that are definitely not Lumpy Kiba or derived from him:
there are of course more differences than what I’ve pointed out, but those were the key points I used to pick them out from the ‘howling wolf silhouette’ image search.
Weird/Hard To Identify Examples
in my digging around for example images for this post, I came across not only a staggering amount of Lumpy Kiba at every turn, but some that I initially thought were doing their own thing that, on further examination, were clearly referenced from Lumpy Kiba with some “you can copy my homework, but change it a little so the teacher doesn’t notice” slapped on. unfortunately the defining characteristics of Lumpy Kiba are so glaring and distinctive that if you use him as your only reference, it’s GOING to be noticeable. this, by the way, is why if you’re learning anatomy you NEED to reference photos (and real life if you can) instead of other peoples’ drawings. everyone stylizes, everyone has strengths and weaknesses, and weird things happen when you just copy another artist instead of actually learning what an animal looks like.
(this, incidentally, is the whole problem with Lumpy Kiba in the first place, but I’ll get to that)
here’s two that most likely weren’t traced, but the artist definitely referenced Lumpy Kiba exclusively
also two particularly weird examples that barely qualify as Lumpy Kiba, but which both were undeniably shaped by his influence. the first one being this unholy frankenwolf that uses components from Lumpy Kiba but also apparently a few other wolf silhouettes:
and if you thought we were done with that youtuber “tribal wolf tattoo” guy, I found someone who made a truly next-level copy of his slightly distorted trace of a moderately shitty vector of an anime screenshot. even after that game of visual telephone, the Lumpy Kiba telltale signs are still present. if anything, they’re in their purest form here, because not one single person in this chain ever looked at a photo of an actual wolf.
Click here for Part 2: Origins.
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i love ur shigaraki dating hcs post! could u do a current one as well? thx!!
Sure thing! thank you❤️❤️
Shigaraki Dating Headcanons (Paranormal Liberation Front Era) (LOV Reader)
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The biggest change in him is confidence, the way he carries himself. As he's grown and developed with the last year of experiences under his belt, Shigaraki has finally grown into his own person out from under his teacher's shadow. He's still a bit of a clingy guy, I don't think that's ever going to change, and he's still going to glare at the occasional person who gets TOO close, but he's growing up and learning to deal with his jealousy his own way. Dabi now teases him that he's "all grown up" with his feelings. He tells him to shut up and go away. The more things change, the more things stay the same.
He makes sure the rest of the PLF knows what's up and to treat you with the same amount of respect he gets. You have pretty much free reign to do whatever you want and handle your own responsibilities while he's getting juiced up in Dr. Garaki's underground lab. He doesn't want you there at first, but honestly, hearing your voice every now and then and being able to hold your hand makes it easier.
You two share a room for convenience sake. Now that he's got a handle on his quirk, his memories, he doesn't think he needs to be separated from you any more than necessary. He knows now, more than ever before, that he couldn't and wouldn't ever hurt the person who has been there for him all this time.
It's after he regains his memories that he realizes exactly what drew him to you, and continues to draw him to you. "Don't reject me anymore." He had been rejected and ignored for all of his childhood for, his feelings pushed aside. You've never rejected him in that way-- even if his feelings for you weren't reciprocated at first, you never looked at him the way that the people in his memories did and offer that kind of hypocritical kindness.
He wants to destroy everything-- that's still true. He's hurt, he's angry, and he hates-- but it's different with you and his comrades. He wants the League to be the seed that his new society grows from, you especially. He wants to give you everything you want, no questions asked.
Since he has his image as the leader to think about, he can't snuggle up to you as much as he'd like-- he doesn't have the same kind of shamelessness that Dabi has. When meetings are over and everyone else files out, this is usually when he asks you to stay for a little longer so he can get his fill of holding you close. He really doesn't kiss you anywhere that someone can walk in on since being interrupted is one of his biggest pet peeves.
He first tells you the words "I love you" (to be perfectly clear, it's actually "I think I love you.") during the nonstop chase with Gigantomachia. You were right there by his side, covered in dirt, sweat and blood, but still tried to comfort him as best as you could. Offering your shoulder or lap as a pillow, trying to take an extra watch so he could (attempt) to sleep just a bit more. While he was out of it for a good chunk of that time period, that was crystal clear in his memory.
Note: If you're not among the baddest bitches in the League and can't handle yourself in a fight of this magnitude, you're spending a lot of time in Mr. Compress' marble. Sorry. It doesn't make it much easier and you DO need to leave it every so often, but Shigaraki would rather play it safe than risk you dying. He'd rather have your permission, but he'll settle for asking for forgiveness afterwards.
"I'm not THAT tired, really!" You protest as he gives you a long, hard look, clearly looking over your current state.
"Compress. Marble."
"NO!!"
He sighs as he takes off his glove to do what he's been asked.
"...Please leave me out of your lover's disputes after this."
It's probably BECAUSE he was a little out of it and going through it like few had before that he was able to say it so clearly, with so little hesitation. He says it during the downtime between Machia's activation cycles, resting on your shoulder, and then immediately goes unconscious before you can say anything back. A simple and pure expression of his feelings. The rest of the League would have been touched if they all hadn't been on their last legs too.
Shigaraki likes to nuzzle up against the palm of your hands when you can have a soft, quiet moment. It doesn't matter if your hands are warm or soft, callused or cold, all that matters is that they're yours. He could identify you just by this in a room full of a thousand people. You ground him, even when he risks losing himself to AFO's voice in his head.
You're one of the few things he'll argue with AFO about. At first, the old bastard was fine with you around because Shigaraki needed allies, experiences, and the 'reward' of you being around is a good control tactic in AFO's eyes, but he also didn't count on Shigaraki truly falling in love with you once he was in jail. If AFO had his way, it would have started and stopped at a puppy love he could have stamped out, but it's a little too late now. Watch your back as best you can, since anything that compromises his control over Shigaraki is considered a threat.
#tomura shigiraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki headcanons#shigaraki tomura headcanons#gender neutral reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons
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use your words
pairing: hyunjin x reader afab
warnings: breeding, use of toys, use of pet names, light bondage (tied wrists)
word count: 1300
a/n: i have no idea what im doing im down bad for hyunjin these days, also barely proofread so sorry for any mistakes!!
“We use words here, don’t we honey?”
Hyunjin’s melodic tone contrasts perfectly with the tightness of rope binding your wrists together above your head. In this position he could view you perfectly, watch with hungry eyes as you contort and writhe under the pressure of the vibrator he’d nestled against your clit. It’d been how many hours now? You’d lost count after the third orgasm; time slipped away whenever you were with him, a mere concept that your tiny, overstimulated brain couldn’t comprehend.
“Please,” you whine, rutting your hips in the air and when you hear Hyunjin audibly smirk, you mewl, “Please, it’s too much.”
“It’s too much?” He mimics your pleas with a sneer as his pacing footsteps come to a steady halt at the side of the bed. You blink your eyes open and squint up at him through the dim, red lights that he’d insisted on using to gloomily light the room. Every part of this arrangement was artistic, even the bindings holding you in place were intricately tied in such an aesthetic way, each knot tied more perfect than the last.
When you don’t reply, Hyunjin clicks his tongue and begins to thread his slender fingers through your hair and you can’t help but groan at the distraction from the vibe buzzing ruthlessly at your clit. The pleasure though, is short lived, as is expected. With now a fistful of hair, he jerks your head back and leaves your neck beautifully exposed.
“You know,” he begins, leaning dangerously close to your face and fuck — you can feel his breath ghosting so delicately on your throat. “If you’re not going to speak…”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just….” You babble, thrashing from side to side. How could you speak? How could you form words when all your mind can think about is how fucking badly you need him. How badly you want to feel him fill you with his cock. How much your cunt aches to be pumped full of his cum.
How much he simply refuses to give you anything.
“I’m sorry…” you begin to petition your case once more but are quickly silenced when the bed dips and Hyunjins legs are straddling your waist and his hand snakes around your neck, gripping your throat with a gentle ferocity.
“Do not interrupt me, slut.” His forehead is pressed against yours now and his gaze never once falters from your own. You’ve learned your lesson, instead of speaking you stifle your moans with a sob. “If you’re not going to use your words, how am I supposed to know what you want?”
He’s right and yet, even after all the climaxes from just the vibe alone, you’re still shy. Still embarrassed to tell him exactly what you want, no, what you crave.
“Still can’t speak up, honey?” Hyunjin sighs, his hand drawing circles on your hips. “What a shame…”
“No, please!” your begging is a little shameless now but you’re too far gone to care. With Hyunjin pressed so close to you, his clothed cock pressing against your stomach as he straddles you; it’s unbearable.
“Please, your cock…” it comes out in almost a whisper and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He feigns laughter and gently presses his lips to your ear, his breath ghosting against your skin sends shivers down your spine. “What was that?”
“Cock.” This time, it’s just a statement. You hope he won’t see it as stepping out of line but once he moans emphatically in your ear, you know he’s had just about enough of his own teasing too.
“Yeah? You want my cock baby? Why didn’t you just tell me?” He chuckles when you whimper and nod, fingers making quick work of the zipper confining him and making even quicker work of aligning himself with your hole.
“Why don’t we just keep this here, hm?” he says, thumbing the vibrator against your folds, pushing it impossibly closer to your clit. “It’ll make it more fun, yeah?”
All you can do is nod, you can’t think straight. You can feel how the tip of his dick teases your entrance so lightly, so tantalisingly close that you make a feeble attempt to sink down on it; Hyunjin revels in your pathetic pursuit.
“You want to be fucked that badly?” he muses, guiding his cock softly along your slit and groaning lowly when the head and the vibe meet and you can tell by the way he hisses that he can’t hold out much longer either.
So when he finally — finally — fills you up, inch by inch until he’s nestled all the way in, you curse and writhe under him, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him closer because you need to feel everything. Every twitch of his cock, every erratic thrust, you want to feel it all.
“Fuck,” he says, gently pulling the entirety of his dick out and languidly pushing it back in, eyes fixated on your cunt, “Look at how well your pussy takes me, baby.”
He’s so right, you’re so wet and you can feel your own juices drip down the inside of your thighs as he almost lazily bucks his hips into you; it’s too much, yet not enough.
“More…” you whimper, nails etching into his back, “Please. Fill me up.”
Hyunjin is only human, hearing you beg to be fucked full of his cum is enough to make him groan and lose the facade of control he’d been building up for the past few hours. What replaces it is desperation, the insatiable hunger to devour every part of you — to claim you as his and his alone. For the first time tonight you feel the composure slip as his hips begin to slam into yours, his cock hitting your g-spot with such force that your back arches and you squeal, all the while the vibe still keeps the attention of your clit and you honestly don’t think you can take much more of this.
“Mine,” Hyunjin almost growls, his blonde locks that so perfectly framed his features before are now plastered to his forehead, drenched in sweat. His pace quickens with each and ever chant of the word “mine” that spills from his lips and you think you’re going to fucking lose it. You give no regard to the drool dripping from the corner of your lips as Hyunjin mercilessly pounds into your cunt, his hands cradling your hips.
“‘M close,” he moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy, “So fucking close, baby.”
“Gonna fill me up?” Between the moans and groans, you shock yourself with your own reply. The awe is short lived though, when you watch how your words unravel him at the very seams.
“Gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna breed you so fucking good.” He’s almost at his limit now and between the multiple stimulation and his frenzied, incoherent rambles, you feel the familiar knot start to form in your stomach. You tighten around his dick, a silent signal that you’re almost there. You’re so close, you’re so so close and…
With a deafening moan, Hyunjin tips over the edge and you can feel the way he fills your cunt to the brim with his cum, the way he marks you, the way he owns you. His fingernails dig deep into your sides as he rides out his orgasm, still fucking into you. The pressure is too much, the mere idea of being bred by him brings you to the edge too, back arching as you wail out his name.
Then, there’s stillness. For a while, he lets his cock keep you stuffed full as he lowers himself down on you, smattering your cheeks with tiny kisses and all you can do is breathe out a similarly tiny laugh.
“Please untie me,” You roll your eyes.”
“Look at you, using your words.”
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Manchester (2) Masterlist
part one
2011 (ao3) - outphan
Summary: Dan and Phil move in together.
all the light we can see. (ao3) - commonemergency
Summary: Being back in Manchester even after all this time made him feel like he needed to be on edge for something that wouldn’t happen again—but sometimes the memories sat their in his bones, made him ache and reminded him that it was a part of him that would always exist, and he had learned to love and treat it the best that he could.
by the faded orange wall (ao3) - morelikeexisting
Summary: There are a few names scattered around on that horrendously orange wall, initials enclosed in hearts.
“Can we?” Dan asks, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
Phil smiles.
( or the one where they meet in Manchester and visit the same place nearly 10 years later )
december 4th: where the heart is (ao3) - angelmichelangelo
Summary: dan and phil visit manchester
doesn't feel right (ao3) - animad
Summary: Phil goes and visits his parents on the isle of man, leaving Dan home alone in the Manchester apartment for the first time.
doppelt. (ao3) - schnaf
Summary: The big wheel in Manchester. The big wheel in another Manchester. Phil's disappearance. Finding Phil - twice. Dealing with Doppelgängers. That's not exactly what Dan expected from their first meeting. But in the end, being with Phil is all that matters.
(TW) Far too young to die (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet
Summary: Dan relapses (he was never clean) and stays over at Phil’s apartment, a conversation ensues.
Fireworks (ao3) - philsmeatylegss
Summary: obligatory 2009 dnp fic featuring blushy!insecure!dan and bold!shameless!phil, manchester eye, and gross fluff
flicking through the pages (i've written in my memory) (ao3) - manchestereyes
Summary: Dan and Phil return to Manchester for a nostalgia-filled day before heading off on their world tour.
Going Nuts (ao3) - schnaf
Summary: Dan is going nuts in Manchester. But one midnight trip to the supermarket changes everything.
here, with you, there’s nothing else i need (ao3) - deathlytireddan
Summary: Sometimes Phil thinks the longer he knows Dan the more much he becomes. It doesn’t make sense, not really. Phil thinks Dan would get it, though.
I Think I'm Going to Like it Here (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat)
Summary: Dan and Phil’s very first meeting at Manchester Piccadilly station, except they have cat and bunny ears because reasons
i'll go with you (ao3) - manchestereyes
Summary: Dan drops out of uni.
In Starbucks (with you) (ao3) - apoetacriminal
Summary: Things are just beginnig for them, but they’re also coming to an end. An afternoon in Manchester, a coffee shop sofa, and some memories.
In the Dark (ao3) - thewakeless
Summary: Dan and Phil decide to move in together.
It's Good To Be In Manchester (ao3) - danrifics
Summary: Dan and Phil are in Manchester visiting their friends Ian and Lauren Ian and Lauren’s daughter draws a cute photo of Phil.
(Based on a Phil insta story, link in notes)
It's not hair dye (ao3) - OliveTheHobbit
Summary: Dan is always finding ways to be loud about his sex life, isn't he?
Or the incident that originated the iconic tweet
I've got you, brother (ao3) - Findus26
Summary: Dan is visiting his family and as always, things turn sour quickly.
Dan wants to run back to Phil, but somehow, he finds himself in his brother’s room for what might be their first ever honest conversation.
Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower
Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.
After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again...
Lovesick (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent
Summary: "This was meant to happen."
"You know fate's bullshit, right?" Dan says, but his voice isn't as steady as it was a second ago.
"Not for us," Phil says.
In which it's 2009 and there's Dan, Phil and the Manchester Eye
luminescence (ao3) - howelllesters
Summary: When packing for London, Phil realises he's amassed quite the candle collection. So, naturally, he decides to light them all at once.
Manchester (ao3) - ahappyphil
Summary: 13 March 2010 @amazingphil- “Looking at apartments in Manchester:]”
meander through the garden of your mind (we can take our time) (ao3) - indistinct_echo
Summary: “I don’t—,” Dan starts but then cuts himself off. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not PJ’s reaction that I’m worried about. It’s the saying of words bit.”
a fic about identity and the ways we can create and explore it
Mess (ao3) - expiredlove
Summary: When Dan leaves, he always leaves a little mess behind.
missed time (ao3) - dizzy
Summary: Dan comes back from India and goes straight to Manchester to see Phil.
Put my name at the top of your list (ao3) - trainsimulator
swept away (ao3) - bloodyscarab
Summary: you caught my drift when i was restless,
when the current flows
i'm gonna flow with you
swept away by diana ross
Up the Hill, Making Memories (ao3) - husbants
Summary: It's the night of October 19th, 2009. The bus has just dropped Dan and Phil off after their day in Manchester together. This doesn't mean the night is over, though: they've got one long hill to climb before they're getting to Phil's house.
(And maybe they are a little excited to get to Phil's house.)
#phanfictioncatalogue#phanfic#phan#phanfiction#dan and phil#masterlists#Manchester#Manchester Masterlist
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so pins are the new about-me pages I guess
let's make one, shall we?
⬇ Click through to learn more about me than you want to! ⬇
Heya! So my name is Jenna.
I am a 3D animator for film and tv. I genuinely adore my job and think I get to make some pretty rad stuff! Once in a while you’ll see me sharing trailers and reels, or just talking about it in general.
You can check out my vfx work in my tag, or on my website.
I’ve been using tumblr since 2011, you are simply not getting rid of me no matter what dumb thing Staff does.
Fandoms
In that time, I have gone through several fandoms and have made so many memories in each one.
People may remember when I was big into Supernatural, record-holder as my longest-lasting fandom, as many of us were. I may have since put that part of me in a nice little box with a nice little bow labeled “happy memories,” but I am still thankful to those who have stayed with me ever since.
I typically get extremely deep into a new fandom every few years. I apologize to people who don’t care to see it, I try to tag it all for your blocking needs! You can see my up-to-date current obsessions labeled in my blog bio! ☝
I am also a shameless, unrelenting shipper so block any of those tags that might bother you too. (I love imagining characters in love, what can I say)
Art Stuff
My drawings tag (all polished art, original and fanart mashed together.)
My doodles tag (non polished sketches, junk drawer of doodles. Things I deem unworthy of my drawing tag.)
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Other social media links
Big ole list of other tags to be found here
In addition to my current main fandom, I also have several other interests that I talk about less often but do still come up occasionally. For your reference, intrigue, or blocking needs, here are some of those things:
-Slashers
-Godzilla
-Undertale / Deltarune
-Marvel
-Half Life / Portal
-Deux Ex
-Action and Animated movies in general
-Pokemon
-Zelda: Breath of the Wild
-Splatoon
-My twitch streamers like Jerma, Kitboga, Criken, Charborg, & Wayneradiotv
Hobbies
I also love playing games and going to the movies.
And I also love convention-going! I am not a serious cosplayer by any means, but I do enjoy trying to whip something up based on my current favorite characters.
I also have a passion for VR! I think it is an incredibly immersive and fun gaming & long-distance social experience. Sometimes I’ll post screenshots from my VRChat adventures!
I also love birds. Like, the animal. They’re so cute and I love trying to identify them. I like the idea of birdwatching but I am too casual to get up early and go to parks. I am an amateur birder if anything!
And I also love tattoos and plants and dinosaurs and penguins and getting high and science and really, really, really stupid memes.
I think thats it.
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truths, ch.4
astarion x fem!tav
rating: explicit
content: piv sex, fingering, biting/blood drinking, emotionally repressed losers who can't communicate, angst
summary: this fic is mostly an excuse to write a bunch of dialogue bouncing around in my head. astarion is a sad little idiot who turns his fears into a self-fulfilling prophecy because he never learned how to love. it may or may not turn into a tragedy
“Say you’re sorry,” she demands, still facing away.
“Sorry,” he says, plainly, so notably unlike him. There’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice, no lead-up to a joke or shameless flirting. A simple apology. She can hardly grasp the fact that he’d given her what she asked for so easily.
chapters: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8
read it on ao3 or below the cut
Their time here at the Last Light Inn is limited, but not a second is taken for granted. The trek through the shadow-cursed lands demoralized and wore the party down. It’s exhausting, how the shadows lurk in every corner, watching their every move, waiting for someone to step out of line or lose their light. Though the party isn’t unaccustomed to dangerous territory, none of the journey behind them compares to this. Here, every dead tree, every rock and every cliff hunts you.
Raphael hunted them, too, following through the darkness and worming his way into a game of chess at the inn. Tav fantasized of killing him right then; nothing about him could be trusted and his grating wordplay made her want to cut out his throat. But he’d caught her by making his deal with Astarion. Fresh as her hurt may be, they are still in this together.
Upstairs, away from the chaos, she sheds her clothes and draws a much needed bath. The scalding water feels like a blessing on her icy skin as she steps in, submerging herself up to her ears. Her hair flows free, let down from her usual braids, absorbing soap and water like a sponge. Taking the time to relax and massage her scalp is a feeling almost sweet enough for her to forget the rest of the world.
“Tav?” Shadowheart’s voice calls from behind the door, barely reaching her ears under the water.
“Come in,” Tav answers, turning over and resting her chin on the edge of the bath.
“I’ve half a mind to join you,” Shadowheart comments, heavily sighing as she sits in a chair beside the tub, body weary and in need of rest.
“There’s room.” Tav shrugs. She’s felt so alone lately, in her own head, and even Gale was keeping his distance. Perhaps they thrived better in the chaos. It made for good conversation, at least. “I’ll turn away if it’s any help.”
It’s a pleasure to be in the company of a friend.
The offer is tempting, and before long, Shadowheart’s stripping her clothes and getting in, too. It’s easy between them, to be comfortable. They’d been through so much already, and their spirits complement one another well.
“I don’t know what I’m doing down there,” Shadowheart says, working to let her own hair down. It’s a test of patience; her hair’s the longest Tav has ever laid eyes on. It’s impressive, really. Beautiful. She can’t help but be a little jealous, having dreamt of having such long hair when she was young.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing, really, I just—I don’t belong.” Shadowheart’s tone is uncertain in a manner Tav hasn’t heard her speak before. A tone not unlike the one she’d taken when confessing her duty that she’d gone so far as to cleanse her memories in service of.
This isn’t about making friends and smalltalk, it’s a harsher feeling of the world almost stopping and not having a place in it. The inn is a place of temporary respite lost in a landscape inflicted with permanent nightfall; a curse brought on by her chosen deity who she pledged her life to.
“No one knows,” Tav says as she catches on, though wary to say the wrong thing. “And you didn’t do this.”
“You said you’re from the city. Do you have family waiting for you? Friends?”
“Mmm. No. My parents died when I was very young.” Tav starts to work cleanser through her hair, feeling the urge to give her fidgety hands something to do. “I have a brother, but he hasn’t spoken to me for many years. And I was never one to make friends.”
“I find that hard to believe. You get along well with people. What happened?” The surprise in Shadowheart’s voice brings her relief—she doesn’t know her, doesn’t know what she’s really like. It’s nice to have reassurance that she’s been… a more moral person. Ever since the tadpole happened, things have been different. “You don’t have to share.”
“I’d like to,” Tav answers. “He was my best friend. My only friend, until now. He raised me and took care of me after our parents died, did his best to keep the roof over our heads. But there was never enough money. I turned to petty theft—food, little shiny things I wanted, whatever I could get… that’s how it started.”
She looks away, losing the nerve to speak, hands furiously scrubbing her scalp. The void left behind by her brother will never be filled, and every time she thinks she’s ready to talk about it, she’s mistaken. Some part of her still holds onto hope that he’ll be there when they get back to the city, waiting, in their old place. But that was unlikely—he left years ago.
What’s left unspoken is known between them. Mizora and Wyll talked enough for a lifetime about the terms of his pact, but Tav never said a word, and she’s sure everyone has wondered. Wyll seemed hurt that she didn’t want to share when he’d finally asked her about it the night they shared a dance together.
“How are things… with you and Astarion?” Shadowheart is an expert at changing the subject to another equally as unfavorable, but Tav can’t fault her for it—it’s nice to know she’s interested, that she cares. Though it’ll take time for Tav to grow accustomed to having others to lean on.
“There’s nothing with us. Not anymore,” Tav says, short and sharp. It was my choice, she reminds herself. It’s for the best.
“You still hold on to his coat,” Shadowheart notes, eyes darting to the chair Tav had slung the coat over.
She has a point. Not one Tav cares to think about or admit to, yet she finds herself wondering, does he still think of me? Does he regret sending me away?
“How is he?”
When they travel together, things always feel off, and he’s maybe a bit less talkative, but he still seems to be… himself?
“Quiet,” answers Shadowheart. “It’s different when you aren’t around. It’s odd.”
Only for a moment, Tav feels a strange sort of guilt for a reason she can’t understand. What has she done that she should feel bad over? Still, it pains her heart to know that it’s noticeable to everyone else, too. And not only that, he’s even quieter when she’s not around.
It’s what’s left unspoken that bothers her most.
Tav finds him outside, sitting at the edge of the land behind the inn, watching the water. The brilliance of the moon’s reflection on the water is its own lovely little beacon of hope in such otherwise grim scenery, even beautiful where it’s faded beyond Isobel’s shield of protection.
“Astarion,” she says, voice low and apprehensive as she questions whether she’s ready to talk to him at all. “I brought your coat back.”
“You should keep it.”
“Ah. But you’ve put so much work into it.” She turns and looks it over in her hands, following the threads he’s embroidered. “I couldn’t. I see your hard work in it. The holes you’ve patched, the words you’ve sewn into it.”
So she’s been examining it. With little options for how to spend his free time, he’d honed this craft; two centuries of pokes, threaded needles, and many late nights patching holes. Up close, she can tell which threads are old and which are new and reads their patterns like stories. Some are more clumsily stitched and irregularly spaced, others are precise and refined, with the thread still shiny and new.
Tav sits beside him on the rocks, handing over the coat. It stings in her hands to do it, but she has to, she can’t hold onto it forever.
“I’ll miss seeing you in it. You breathe such life into it.”
“Just let me down easy, Astarion, alright?”
“‘Let you down’? You made it clear whatever was going on, isn’t anymore.” Astarion shrugs, though in truth, he hadn’t expected her to challenge him on it. It’s only natural for him to flirt with her—with anyone, really, and unlearning this would be a process he doesn’t know how to start.
“I did,” she says. “I didn’t want to, you know.” She pauses to breathe before continuing, letting all the pent up anger and sadness rule her. “You may remember, you called me cruel for not laying with you, back at the grove. Then you won me over with your infuriating and inexplicable way with words. I let you have me, and you just left. Do you know how embarrassing that was? I scrambled to put my clothes on and regain any minuscule shred of dignity I may have had left.”
“Tav—”
“No! This matters. Listen to me.” Against her words, she waits to give him an opening to change his mind about this and object or walk away, but it doesn’t come. He stays. He listens. “Despite that, I came back to you. You had it right, I was left wanting. By you. And you told me to leave. Thatwas cruel. You’re not the first lover to hurt me and you won’t be the last. I’m a dumb, foolish girl who never learns her lesson.”
“Tav,” he repeats with a soft tone; not of objection, but a gentle appeal.
“Don’t. I think I might hate you.”
“As you should,” he says. “Now turn around. Give me your arm.”
Tav obeys, feeling that same foolish girl, allowing him to do what he wants with her yet another time. She turns her back and lets him guide her through the armholes of his coat, catching her in his web once again. It would be a lie to say the coat didn’t bring her comfort, she’d grown used to wearing it after so many weeks, but it’s her own lack of authority that pesters her.
“Say you’re sorry,” she demands, still facing away.
“Sorry,” he says, plainly, so notably unlike him. There’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice, no lead-up to a joke or shameless flirting. A simple apology. She can hardly grasp the fact that he’d given her what she asked for so easily.
“Fine,” Tav replies with a scoff, turning back around and watching the water gently stir. She wanted more than a sorry, but he’d caved near instantly, and that’s worth a lot on its own. For as long as they’d been traveling together, he wasn’t one to relent without a fight about anything.
Astarion looks at her—really looks at her—and her hair is down, dripping wet; it’s an intoxicating sight. She so rarely wears it free that it’s a treat to see it like this. He finds himself oddly mesmerized by the little drops of water beading at the strands’ ends, watching them collect and drip to the ground.
“I left you wanting?” he prods, not taking his eyes off her. He breathes in all of her features; he notices how long her hair has grown, how the light blue of the moon reflects on her nose, how her eyebrows slump together and make her expression look so, so sad all by themselves.
He’s more than aware of the effect he has on her, she can’t cover up how her body reacts to him if she tried. And is it really a surprise? He’s always known his own beauty and spent 200 years charming people. She’s only different because she rejects his trained motions and phrases, and keeps coming back for more. She wants to be treated like she’s special.
Astarion’s long since admitted to himself she is, but what is there to do about it? What is it he’s trying to glean from her, poking her about what she said, when he already decided he couldn’t lay with her? That’s all he knows and has ever known. Life before Cazador is a black hole where the memories should be.
Tav can feel the heat of his stare searing through her, flustered. How he makes her question her every thought and movement, reverting her demeanor to that of an awkward adolescent. Her resolve falters and she turns to gaze back at him, surprised by what she sees. In place of his typical impossible to read face, he almost looks somber.
“You did,” she answers, killing the silence, though neither of them can muster up more conversation. “I think… I think I’m going to bed. Have a good evening, Astarion.”
It’s a relief, her walking away this time by her own accord, and not fueled with fire. She saw more of him just then than he wants anyone to; possibly more than even he has seen.
#astarion#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#bg3#tav x astarion#bg3 fanfiction#astarion fanfic#my fanfic
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Oz & Eddie donutified.
28/03/2023
A few words about what it all means under the cut, because hell, I won’t let my shameless overthinking go to waste lol. (It's not a few words, it's long, be prepared).
EDWARD
So, kiwi and pennyroyal mint icing.
The kiwi is interesting, kind of a visual thing. You get that brown fruit, nothing spectacular but all fuzzy and kinda cute, then under that skin (skin that is edible but most often discarded because not very enjoyable to eat) you get that delicious shiny bright green thing! So that is, to me, little old Edward Nygma the forensics guy being discarded in favor of the Riddler. Though I would argue that Ed is tasty too but… he himself wouldn’t quite agree, would he?
As for the pennyroyal mint, I wanted something fresh and delicious and green, just like our Eddie, that would go well with a fruit (at that point I had chosen lime rather than kiwi but both work well with mint), so mint naturally came to mind. I looked into different types of mint, all very tasty, and pennyroyal can be toxic (even caused some deaths!) so I couldn’t choose anything else, really. Also I first misread its binomial name as Mentha Penguin instead of Mentha Pulegium soooo yeah. Do you believe in fate?
And the filling.
Answer to the riddle (I’ve never written a riddle before I hope this wasn’t too bad lol):
Mystery salts: My twentieth is capital, my twelfth a lesser case. But bring them together, and eighty-one they'll make.
“Capital” and “lesser case” are hints, you should look into letters. The 20th letter in the alphabet is T. The 12th is L. Bring T and l together, you get Tl. Tl is 81, because it’s the symbol of thallium, atomic number 81 in the periodic table. Also I called it “mystery salts” as in chemical salts. Soluble thallium salts you could put into food.
Yes it’s fucking THALLIUM FLAVORED. That is actually tasteless, but you’ll definitely start to feel the spice - so to speak - after a few hours. Fortunately, the filling is still delicious thanks to the star fruit base. This one was chosen for obvious reasons aside from being sweet & sour ⭐ ✨
Thallium, I chose for three reasons:
It is a grey metal, nothing special visually, but it makes bright green flames when burned. Good old Ed consumed by Riddler’s fire… Or unleashing his fire through Riddler? Also chemistry is cool and Ed agrees.
Ed’s donut needed to be murdery, obviously. Thallium is extremely toxic and has often been used as poison, including for murder :) Being tasteless is a great advantage in this context.
The guy put a bullet in a cupcake and I thought I’d honor the tradition. Something about him being tasty af but also toxic af. A dapper dude in shiny green is a dangerous thing. That is also why I chose a straight up toxic chemical element instead of looking for a toxic fruit or whatnot - it needed to absolutely not even remotely sound like it belonged there, like the bullet.
OSWALD
See the lace decoration I put there? There’s a nice little explanation behind it.
I was writing about Oswald’s identity, how he became who he is and how he embraced the whole Penguin thing. And I thought it would’ve been sweet if, after Gertrud’s death, he went back to his original name - Kapelput - as a way to honor her and put pride back in the name he discarded before.
So when I started drawing his donut, I really wanted some Hungary and some Gertrud in there, while not overpowering the rest of Pengy. I also wanted some elegant decoration, so I thought I’d check whether Hungary had some nice fabric, embroidery, etc. Something Gertrud would’ve probably liked. And indeed! I found out about Matyó embroidery.
The more I read about it, the more it fit (Source: nlc):
“ ‘Well, that’s no Matyó embroidery’ - we used to say disparagingly about an old-fashioned, slightly tasteless piece of clothing. “ Oswald is nothing if not stylish. He would learn this phrase in Hungarian and insult his pawns during important meetings when he can’t just lash out, hiding the snark under the language barrier.
The name apparently comes from a king, King Mátyás. Nothing less for the king of Gotham.
The most known motif is the red Matyó rose… A red rose is a symbol of love and passion - who better than Oswald, a man of heart and all its whims, could wear it? Also, the story behind this rose is about finding a clever solution to an impossible, dangerous situation, which is also very Oswald. The story, translated as well as I can from the linked article:
“The devil kidnapped the groom of a Matyó bride and demanded a bunch of roses as a ransom. However, since it was during winter, there were no roses blooming anywhere in the area, but the resourceful girl did not despair. She drew a copy of her huge apron, embroidered it with more and more beautiful blooming roses during the night, and then took it to the devil. The devil liked the gorgeous dress and the girl's creativity so much that he was forced to return the groom, so the expected wedding took place without any problems.”
I first drew it in full color, as close as possible to the real-life stuff, but it wasn’t very Oswald, so I only kept the patterns and changed it to dark lace. Just the ghost of his mother - she isn’t there anymore, after all, but her influence and love will follow him until the end.
And now the flavors…
First, the icing:
Apple - the forbidden fruit, of course. You don’t just refuse Oswald anything. If you tell him the apple is forbidden, he’ll soon be an apple magnate (or in this case an apple donut) - and you’ll be dead or worse. I specifically chose hidden rose apple, because it has a secret :) Its flesh is pinkish-red (hence why it works for this icing). You can read as much or as little symbolism as you like into this choice, as apples have a lot of history and beliefs attached to them. Personally, after much reading, I like the general sense of temptation and love it has. Oswald is all about that, passions. Wants. Love. And he’s certainly full of surprises, like the hidden rose… also, “hidden rose” in reference to red flesh. Red rose, then. Passion. How fitting.
Purple yam (ube) - tastes nutty and earthy. Big balls energy. Purple. Works great in pastries including donuts. Sometimes, a simple solution is best.
The filling:
Norton grapes. Thanks NBC’s Hannibal for showing me this one. Same color on the outside and on the inside, unlike most other grapes. “A grape with nothing to hide”, a grape that shows its true colors, a grape that finds strength and value in its identity. I’m talking about Oswald, of course, after he learns to do the same. Notably, Norton grapes are used to make red wine - Ozzie’s favorite thing after Ed - and it’s apparently a good one. I know nothing about wine though lol, I just drink it.
Black Prince Pepper. Ozzie got downgraded from king to prince but oh well, still royalty. I really wanted pepper in there, something well-known to the public but with bite and heat, thunder - something you don’t just bite and get away with it unfazed -, so I looked into purple peppers and found this one! It’s a tiny little pepper, but it can get really hot! It changes colors as it grows: purple, black, red. Oswald’s three colors :) yes I’m counting blood in there :)
I’ll let you decide whether the “it bites back” warning is literal or not.
ANYWAY. Did I spend wayyyyy too long thinking about a donut version of two fictional characters for a silly drawing, neglecting my real-life responsibilities in the process? Absolutely. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not.
Real talk though this was a really fun puzzle to figure out! I love how much thought and research I ended up putting into this. At first I just wanted to make nice looking donuts for the boys but… it got a bit out of hand. If you have any alternative flavours in mind for them I’d love to hear about it!
Thanks for reading, and have a very nice day!!! Think of me next time you eat a donut ~ 🍩
PS. I have a batman (mostly Telltale and soon Gotham) blog @thelordofthelaughs. Not very active rn but you never know.
#fanart#digital art#gotham#gotham fox#gotham tv#edward nygma#oswald cobblepot#nygmobblepot#well. kind of.#long post
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Why You Should Vote for Hakupo
Hello. Good evening, morning, afternoon, brunch, sleepytime whatever time it is for you right now. I am here to sell my little autism creature to you. This is going to be a fairly long post so, just sit tight.
The second round of polls will not be out for a couple of hours. I wanted to reblog the post with this, BUT- I have class at 3 when the polls are released. Plus, gotta get those non Hakupo believers before they vote for anyone else, amirite?
Also the stickers used between catagories are the official line stickers by Pikomaru ➜ https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/3951590/en
Reminder; It's only Shinji sweep until its Hakupo sweep.
No, I'm not putting a section breaker because even if you don't read it, I want you to see the sheer size of this... It's an essay at this point. Let's get started shall we?
What is a Hakupo?
Hakupo Tsukishiro is a energetic and powerful masculine voicebank for Utau (and amadeusy but we dont talk abt brunnnoooo). He was released all the way back in 2010 and has had many important milestones in his 13 years of distribution. Four compilation albums, 7 voicebanks, 2,500+ fanarts (that i all have), and uses by really awesome people *points to the crowd*. That's all of you guys out there. <3
Hakupo as a character is inspired by moe, thanks Clarice. Like most moe characters, he's a bit air headed and happy go lucky person. His positive attitude is sometimes brought into original songs he's featured in, which just makes me smile- girlbosses love a good pick me up song.
Also he has a stupid little coat and pants. This is all you need to know to vote for Hakupo, but I will continue forward incase you are still on the fence.
Cool Hakupo Facts
He almost has the same exact suggested range as Miku (C3 to E5)... His is actually larger... he goes higher (C3 to G5).
The "Do Re Mi FâåÁaæ↓" incident of Christmas 2020, contact me I will elaborate further.
There is a little bit of an evil twin thing going on. Yeah. This is a win.
His genderbend design Kohaku is revealed when you turn down the brightness of his official reference sheet (he pulled a scott cawthon guys).
He hates to be called cute and have his head patted... which is cute.
Despite looks- His description says he has curly hair come on guys- LITTLE FLUFF.
By looking at his official Twitter bot, there's a few extra things we can learn about him. He is very stupid, very impatient, has a horrible sleep schedule, bad at multitasking, and can't stand still (I can elaborate more on these if asked).
I wrote a 43 page Utau cartoon pilot script with Hakupo as the main character. Shameless plug.
I also wrote my college admissions essay about Hakupo. Thanks for getting me into college Bobo!
Sick Bobo Uses
Get boboed.
What does Bobo mean to me?
I found Hakupo 7 years ago now, sitting in the middle of an Utau melody. I told myself I would just turn off my tablet and listen to the music. Yeah that worked- guess who was next after the screen turned off. BOBO! I needed to see the little creature creating this melody. I turned on the screen, and was not disappointed. Fancy twink in a oversized tailcoat with weird pants. I remember rambling to my mom later about how cool he was, why he was so unique, and why this one specifically caught my attention.
He's been my special interest since then, everyone around me knows Hakupo wheather they like it or not. He's about 80% of everything I draw, 50% of what I talk about, and 100% of my little creature I snuggle up with every night.
Literally.
I have a Hakupo bodypillow. Can't sleep without him.
Anyways, he's helped me find a lot of my best friends *coughcoughmeatcoughrevcough*, never fails to make me happy, and helped everyone around me realize I'm extremely autistic. The least I can do is write an ungodly long propaganda post while drinking my coffee at 9 am.
Stan Bobo Oobieero.
Hakupo Memes for Propaganda
GO VOTE FOR HAKUPO ON @utaupoll AT 3 PM EST
Thanks, have a nice day.
#kiui speaks#i am so pissed that im gonna b in math#why is 30% of my grade attendance#utau poll#utau#hakupo tsukishiro#propaganda#hakupo sweep#i spent 3 hours writing this
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pssssttttttttt i require,,,,,,,, suzumutsu hcs for my music rivals au mayhaps 🤭🤭🤭
Hopefully these are of use to you, considering I have no idea if you wanted things that directly riff off your AU or fun facts to insinuate into it, but I can never talk/write about suzumutsu enough so just have everything I imagined might be helpful lmao.
Mutsuki is absolutely an indie pop guy in his music taste-- for me at least this is 99% based on the music taste of one of my favorite writers for the pairing who made beautiful tg playlists I revisit to this day, 1% vibes in my head, and trace nostalgia for the og 2010s fandom in general, but yeah. canonverse or any-verse, that is in fact what i see him liking to listen to
You (maybe, who knows what anyone knows about me at this point) know I see Suzuya being a metalhead, but I think he would like anything that makes him want to get up and sing and dance, and after finding a few punk bands I don't actively dislike as research for this ask, I can see him jumping around belting out some punk rock with his heavy metal
Suzuya doesn't strike me as a musician at heart or anything too dedicated, but he does seem like the type to learn an instrument in a weekend just because it's there and he likes experimenting with lots of different hobbies so long as they're fun. I'm 99% sure he got his hands on a flute in one omake, but I think he would also have fun bedecking a guitar in decals and stickers in true punk-without-meaning-to fashion, and there's no such thing as too many thread/string motifs
Mutsuki (canonverse or no special music-related au) strikes me as strictly a shower singer, or anywhere else he can count on solitude and no one hearing him, whereas Suzuya is shameless about vocal stimming be it making noises/humming/singing anytime anywhere to the point of needing to be told to shut up, both of them can sing to some degree though, and when Suzuya finds out Mutsuki can sing he won't stop hounding him to let him hear more
Mutsuki has a deep voice. It's just the vocal cords he was given. Like him, his voice his warm and gentle, and his soft-spokenness lends itself well to indie, so yet another fun little reason I agree with you on that front
Suzuya's voice is like him: agile, bright, and piercing. He uses it in ways that can just as easily be obnoxious as it can be beautiful, whether it be wailing a heavy metal song or belting out some punk rock. Even just singing for fun, he likes to experiment and make noise that isn't quite music yet, who cares how annoying might be to people whose opinions don't matter to him.
Suzuya finds Mutsuki's voice soothing and at least in canonverse Mutsuki would finally cave to his needling to hear him more to help ground Suzuya, help him relax, or even by fully singing him to sleep. Maybe, just maybe, he starts to like the recognition and appreciation from Suzuya and allows him to hear him sing a little more often...
For Mutsuki, however, Suzuya's vocal stimming while he does anything and everything is an acquired taste, but he was nearly moved to tears the first time he caught Suzuya singing what he remembers of some classical piece Madam used to like or had playing at the Restaurant often enough for him to pick it up. Sadly just because he knows it doesn't mean he particularly likes it, so not a lot of in-home operas tend to happen, but he does have a musical sweet side
I think Suzuya's creative process, be it in his artsy hobbies in any universe or an AU where he's actually some kind of creative (such as yours) is messy and chaotic and his ghoul investigator really comes out when he tacks drawings, swatches, lyrics, whatever to his wall, fridge, mirrors, anything while eating, sleeping, and breathing his current project to an obsessed degree. Maybe he still goes full ghoul investigator with a crime board, not that I can in any way vouch for how amazing those things are for getting one's shit together for a project
Not just a headcanon tbh, but Suzuya is the type to go nuclear when someone pisses him off
Actual headcanon: one of his fatal flaws in his relationship with Mutsuki is needling him without meaning to when Mutsuki is upset and he wants to make it better, which can backfire despite genuine good intentions
While they might start liking things they associate with each other once they've been together long enough, without that association neither of them really like each other's taste in music.
Suzuya finds himself understimulated by a lot of the soft stuff and it tends to commit the grave crime of not being very danceable to him, so it just falls short of giving him the happy brain chemicals. Give him someone to dislike within the scene, though, and he might have more scathing things to say about it, even if his disdain is misdirected
Mutsuki is kind and open-minded enough not to act on it, but he finds punk, metal, and such vulgar and abrasive and he privately can't wrap his head around they don't promote morally objectionable shit as cool and sees it being void of any real artistry beyond trying to incite panic and offense for no discernible reason.
#not even gonna try to hide my dedication i did some research on both genres and learned almost everything on 8tracks is just indie pop#it wasn't something i listened to outside of fandom playlists on that site#so i just never picked up on how almost all of it was the same genre it was just '8tracks fandom playlist vibes' lmao#answers#snow-dropps#i tried#hope you can get some inspiration/ideas/what you need#i like a good tense musical number dripping with rivalry
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