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inklore · 6 months

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after a year and a handful of months of debating on if i should, or wanted to, do commissions (and with some convincing and hyping from friends) i've decided why the heck not!

so to everyone whose ever complimented me and hyped me up for my themes and graphics thank you and you're definitely another driving force in this decision.

making graphics is therapeutic to me and i take a lot of pride and joy in doing it, from seeing everyone loving the things i create. and i want to share that pride and joy even more, sooo if you've ever struggled with making a good theme, feel too lazy to make one, need a banner for a fic or masterlist, a header, or just need someone to help your graphic vision come together; i'm here to provide!

before you commission something, or just want some examples, please check out my past work and portfolio!

PORTFOLIO | PINTEREST | ART TAG | GIFS

PLEASE THOROUGHLY READ THROUGH THE RULES!!!!

✶ all payments will be made through kofi or fiverr depending on what you're commissioning. if you'd rather go through paypal that is also a valid option just message me.

when it comes to commissioning anything details matter!!! i need complete details of what you want to be created. i will not accept something like 'floral vibe' or 'something with browns'. that gives me nothing. i need a vision, i need as much information as possible, examples (but do not take them from other creators please i will decline your commission), you can take inspo or examples from my own themes, or go through my pin board. the more details the better. the greater i can make your vision come into view. this is important!!!

i will not use other peoples art. do not ask for it to be included in whatever project i am creating. everything i make is for personal use only.

you will get two redos for me to change something you don't like about the theme. a preview of the finished product will be sent your way and you can ask for something to be completely re-done, but after that no changes will be made.

please include your user or where you want me to send your graphics within your request.

there's not a time span in which you have to use the theme or graphic for, but a week would be complimentary.

you can commission as many times as you wish after i've finished the first one.

for my own personal reasons minors are not allowed to commission things.

we do not have to be mutuals, nor do you have to be following me to commission something.

you don't have to outwardly give me credit but please do not claim my creations as your own.

if you have any questions before commissioning something my messages are always open and there is never a dumb question. please feel free to ask!

✶ fandoms i will not accept commissions for: anime, supernatural, our flags mean death, good omens (because i am not in them nor have enough knowledge on how to make the vision really suit said fandoms).

a full theme includes: a navigation banner and a header.

when commissioning a theme there are a few things that need to be mentioned and answered, so please include them in your request!

what kind of navi banner do you want? (refer to my portfolio for this, or if you just want something simplistic, big, small, medium, extra, messy, chaotic, etc)

what vibe are you going for? (dark academia, greek myth, ocean, dainty, horror, etc)

colors? (a must ok i need to know, if you give me none then i'm going to do whatever and choose what i think looks best and that's also fine if you want me to have complete creative liberties)

whats your overall vision? (can be included in the vibes section but giving me more detail is better)

text. (what do you want included on it, words, titles, information, quotes, etc)

examples. (like i mentioned in the rules examples are encouraged but do not take them from other creators on here and i will not copy, or make them look like someone else's work)

what kind of header do you want? (a simple png that goes along with the navi colors and vibe, a whole other banner-esk graphic, none, etc)

✶ see the add ons section below if you want more things included in your theme.

now these add ons are only for themes. if you commission a header only, or gif, they will have their own add on options.

$1 - for dividers that match your theme in color and vibe (if you want symbol, graphic, or anything that's not color then the price goes up a dollar)

$1 - three+ icon options (want the perfect icon to fit your theme and don't want to do the searching yourself? i got you)

$2 - content warning + minor dni banners (i'll make theme specifically to match your theme, with your user, and whatever you want them to say or look like etc)

$3 - layout + navi formatting (aka i'll come up with a completely new layout format for your navigation post + your bio)

$4 - a gif header or a gif included within the navi graphic (this is the highest price because finding clips, extracting scenes into caps, making the gif, coloring it to match the theme, blending, etc, is a lot lol)

a header commission includes: only a header. it is not a theme, just a mobile header, or a header for a masterlist, or fic.

the information needed for this commission are as listed below.

what kind of header do you want? (aka what is it for. this is important because the look is dependent on this information)

colors, vibes, vision. (more detail the better)

text. (if you want text on it, what do you want it to say, so title, etc)

examples. (not needed but a plus)

gif commissions include: gifs for your fics or masterlists. not for themes or headers.

depending on how you want these little moving pictures to look you gotta give some details.

fandom, character, scenes. (don't just say 'any scene' unless you truly want me to choose whatever scene lmao)

how many? (the current cut off is six, if you want more then there's an add on)

coloring. (you can completely leave this up to me but if you want them to be a certain color then please let me know, i'll also check with you before making all of them to make sure you like the coloring)

text. (want them to say anything? a title? subtitles? dialogue from your fic? your username on them? etc)

add on: blends. (want two characters or actors from different angles, scenes, or fandoms in the same gif? i got you)

add on: textures. (if you want added details such as a texture on the gifs then this will be extra, but i need to know what kind of texture / details you want added)

fic commissions: are only done through fiverr or paypal. if you are interested in commissioning a fic or any kind of writing then please refer to my fiverr and inquire over there or message me on here. thank you!!

✶REMEMBER TO MESSAGE ME WITH ANY QUESTIONS YOU HAVE BEFORE COMMISSIONING, NO MATTER THE TIME OR SUBJECT, I ENCOURAGE IT!

contact info: on tumblr, or discord: toldbylaur.

where to commission: kofi or pm me!

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jokeringcutio · 7 months

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Halloween requests!!! I've been vibing for pumpkin season since September 1st, so this is fantastic! I can't wait to see what Halloween horrors abound here 😍

Hook (Peter Pan 2003) x female reader

Smut: No preference, so whatever strikes your fancy

Reader is at a Halloween party and somehow ends up in Neverland? Bonus if Hook has something to say about her pirate costume (author's choice if it's in the style of big boxstore tacky, sexy, 'authentic', or what have you 🙃)

If you aren't up for the request, it's all good!

Captain James Hook (imagine Jason Isaac’s Hook) x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss. AN: Hope you enjoy! I am open for Reader insert requests, come at me ya'll.

Halloween Pirate

The night was alive with the laughter and chatter of guests, their costumes creating a colorful sea through which you had to find your way. The Halloween party was in full swing, held within a grand ballroom adorned with cobwebs and flickering candles, casting eerie shadows upon those who danced beneath the crystal chandelier. Macabre decorations of skeletons and bats hung from the walls, pumpkins were found in each corner.

It was a party you couldn’t just attend without an invitation. And a costume. Those who weren’t dressed for the occasion were bluntly sent home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your own pirate costume. It was an ode to days long past, with loving attention paid to every detail, ensuring authenticity and capturing the spirit of a swashbuckling adventurer. From your tricorn hat adorned with golden trimmings to the billowing white shirt peeking out from underneath a deep red waistcoat, it was clear that no expense had been spared in the making of the ensemble. Your black pants hugged your hips, tucked into tall leather boots that comfortably encased your feet, perfect for dancing. Or dueling.

"Ahoy, matey!" a friend called out to you, raising their plastic lightsaber in salute. You grinned and returned the gesture, allowing yourself to be swept up in the lively atmosphere.

A fellow pirate approached you, clearly impressed by your attire. "You've really outdone yourself this time," they said admiringly, eyeing the gleaming cutlass hanging at your side.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and genuine appreciation. "I wanted to make sure it was as authentic as possible."

As you exchanged pleasantries with other party-goers, you couldn't help but feel a certain thrill – a sense that tonight would be one to remember.

You danced a bit with your friends and laughed a lot. But after a while, you felt your mouth turn dry and looked around for the tables with food and drinks on them. Of course, the drink you had set your eyes on was gone. An empty spot glaring at you. There was more in the kitchen, one of the waitresses told you, and so you decided to venture into the kitchen for a drink.

You made your way through the crowd, which was quite the challenge, to find yourself in front of a closed door that should lead to the kitchen. Here you had seen the waiters pass through all evening with fresh snacks and drinks.

But the wooden door was closed.

Weird, you thought. The door wasn’t very big either, smaller than you had thought it had been. Hadn’t there been double doors here? You must have remembered it incorrectly.

Pushing it open with a sense of adventure, you stepped into an opulent chamber that seemed worlds away from the raucous celebrations outside.

"Wow," you breathed, your voice barely audible as you took in the lavish surroundings. The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting exotic lands and mythical creatures, while the floor was adorned with plush velvet cushions and ornate rugs. An enormous chandelier cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating a magnificent table laden with delectable treats and goblets of sparkling wine.

"Where in the world am I?" you wondered aloud, feeling as if you had somehow been transported to a realm of enchantment and luxury.

As you wandered deeper into the room, your fingers trailing over the smooth marble of a nearby statue, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strangely familiar about this place, as if you had stumbled upon a forgotten corner of your own imagination.

A large map spread across one of the walls. Curious, you approached it.

Only to realize that this wasn’t a world map. Not the one you were used to, anyway.

There was no Africa, no United States, no Europe. This was no ordinary map. Perhaps something of a fandom, you mused. Perhaps this was part of a storybook or a movie? It depicted a world unlike any you had ever seen before, a place where mermaids swam in crystal clear lagoons and pirates' coves lay hidden among rocky shores.

Absentmindedly, you traced your finger along the coastline of the fantastical island full of detail, more than you would have expected from a fantasy map. The word "Neverland" was emblazoned across the parchment in bold, swirling letters, and your heart skipped a beat as childhood memories of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys came flooding back to you.

"Neverland," you giggled softly, shaking your head. Of course, you knew about that fictional world.

"Ah, so you have heard of our little slice of paradise, haven’t you?" A husky, low voice came from behind you, catching you by surprise. The huskiness sent shivers down your spine. There was something raw about that voice, something that made a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with none other than a man dressed as Captain Hook himself. He didn’t seem familiar, not anyone you’d ever met before. But he looked amazingly in character.

His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, while his long black hair fell in seductive ringlets around his chiseled, stubble-lined jaw. He was dressed in the finest velvet, his tall hat adorned with soft white feathers that quivered with every movement. A silver hook gleamed menacingly from the stump of his right hand, a testament to both his ruthlessness and cunning.

"Captain Hook," you breathed, entranced by the vision before you. It was as if the infamous pirate captain had leaped straight from the pages of your favorite childhood storybook, brought to life in all his dark and twisted glory. This man’s costume was superb.

"Indeed," he replied with a wicked grin, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "So you have heard of me?” A pleased hum escaped his lips. “No wonder, since you are here.” He clicked his tongue, brushing the tip past his lips in a pensive gesture while he studied you for a moment.

“And who might you be, my dear? I don’t remember having seen you on my ship before."

You laughed, thinking the man made a funny in-character remark. The room did look like a luxurious cabin on a ship, you thought. And the man himself, he looked astonishingly like the real deal. Or well, like how you had imagined the captain would look like if he had been real. A perfect Halloween outfit, you thought.

“A fellow pirate?” He asked.

"Something like that," you replied coyly, your pulse quickening as his intense gaze roamed over your pirate costume. There was something undeniably alluring about this man.

"Your ensemble is quite remarkable," Hook complimented, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "One of the finest I've seen in some time."

"Thank you, Captain," you replied with a playful curtsy, enjoying the way his eyes remained fixed on you with a subtle undercurrent of attraction. "I do my best."

"Clearly," he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of leather and sea salt filled your nostrils. His presence was intoxicating, filling you with a heady mixture of excitement and danger, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Now tell me, lass—where exactly do you hail from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased, meeting his intense stare with a mischievous glint in your eye. The game had begun, and you were more than eager to play along.

"Indeed, I would," Hook replied, his tone growing rougher as he sensed your willingness to engage in this dance of wits. "Perhaps I could persuade you to share your secrets, hm?"

"Perhaps," you mused, your heart pounding in your chest at his nearness. "But I think I'd rather keep you guessing for now."

For a moment, the man’s features darkened. As if he was frustrated by your response. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Very well," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, a captain always needs to stay informed. About anything,” here he paused and his blue eyes slid down your frame once more, “and everything,” he then added.

"Of course," you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was? Surely not. But then again, his eyes roamed your body and had darkened.

And then, before you could think about it any further, his left hand brushed past yours, and fingers tangled with yours, pulling you along gently but firmly. You followed, trying not to stumble at the sudden movement.

The tension in the air was palpable as Captain Hook led you away from the strange map and into a dimly lit, quiet nook. The atmosphere seemed to shift. You felt your breath hitch as Hook pressed you against the wall, his body effectively trapping yours.

“And right now,” the man whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin, “I have stumbled upon a stranger dressed in such fine clothes, it makes me suspicious. Can she be a spy?”

Your eyes grew wide, feeling how you were still trapped between his upper body and the wall. The slight pressure was enough to keep you in place and at the same time, the friction created was making your nipples peak. “No, not a spy,” you quickly said, frowning. “I was looking for the kitchen. I never intended to end up…” Here you hesitated and tried to look around the man. Was this an expensive-looking office? Where exactly had you ended up?

"Be a mysterious, lass," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His gaze roamed over your outfit once more, this time lingering on the intricate details that made your pirate attire so authentic. "I must admit, I find myself quite taken with you."

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. As Hook's hand began to explore your body, tracing the curves and edges of your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, and the contrast between his warm fingers and the cool metal of his hook sent an electric current through your veins.

"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "If I were to take off these fine garments of yours, would I find you just as enchanting beneath them?"

His words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Was this man serious? Then again, why didn’t you even try so much as to stop him? How come you enjoyed this? He was a stranger!

Hook had always been a figure of mystery and danger in your mind, but never before had you imagined yourself in such an intimate situation with him. And yet, here you were.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you managed to tease, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a risky game you were playing, but one you couldn't resist.

"Indeed, I would," he growled, his grip tightening on your waist. The pressure of his fingers and the sharp edge of his hook served as a reminder of his dominant nature, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he might do next.

"Perhaps," you continued, your heart racing in your chest. "But you'll have to earn that privilege, Captain."

Hook's eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you'd successfully stoked the flames of his curiosity. Whether that was a wise decision or not, only time would tell. But for now, you were both caught up in the dangerous dance of attraction, unable to break away from the magnetic pull that kept drawing you closer together.

"Very well," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Tell me a story.”

His request surprised you, his voice low and inviting. A story? About what?

"Alright," you agreed, laughing softly. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a girl who found herself at a Halloween party, dressed as a pirate..."

You began to spin a tale that danced between fantasy and reality, weaving together your own experiences with elements from stories you'd grown up with. As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how intensely Hook was listening to you. His gaze never wavered, and you felt as if he was seeing straight through to your soul.

Feeling bolder, you reached out and let your fingers trace the intricate embroidery of his velvet coat, finding it surprisingly soft beneath your touch. Not the fancy dress material, you noted, but the expensive real deal. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, gauging his reaction. He didn't pull away, instead, his lips curled into a slight smile, encouraging you to continue.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the party in the distance.

Emboldened by his response, you allowed your hands to wander further, exploring the taut muscles beneath his clothing. The contours of his body sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself both fascinated and excited by what you discovered. The dangerous undertone to your actions only served to heighten the thrill, making your pulse race wildly in your chest. Whoever this stranger was, he was well-built, making your core pulse hot and wet. You knew you should stop before things got too far, but why stop now when feeling him up was bringing you such pleasure? You deserved a little bit of fun every now and then, didn’t you? And this man was fun. At the very least, he was exactly the type of man you had dreamed of. And he wanted to be touched by you. How often have you had a chance like this?

Hook's breathing grew heavier as your fingertips grazed over his chest, the feeling of desire clearly mutual. His striking blue eyes darkened with lust, locked onto yours as if daring you to push the boundaries even further.

"Interesting," he commented, his voice husky and thick with unspoken need. "But how does your story end?"

"Perhaps it doesn't have to end just yet," you suggested, your voice trembling with anticipation. You were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. A tad longer, you thought, just a bit more. Enjoy it as long as it lasts…

You felt your fingers trail down the curve of his shoulder, every inch of him a testament to power and danger. The tension in the air thickened as you brushed against the fabric encasing his arm, your mind racing with the excitement of the unknown. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too.

"Careful," Hook warned, his voice low and almost playful. "There's more to me than meets the eye."

"Isn't that true for everyone?" you replied, curiosity guiding your hand further down his arm. When your fingertips grazed over something cold and metallic, you hesitated, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, you've found my little secret," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they held your gaze. "Would you like a closer look?"

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the gleam of metal. As he slowly raised his arm, you realized with a start that what you had felt was not a mere ornament or accessory. It was his hook, glistening silver and wickedly sharp.

It was real.

And its presence sent shivers down your spine. Because this was more than just a fancy dress item. This was more than a costume. The hook was attached with expensive-looking leather straps. Too glorious to have been crafted for a Halloween feast. Perhaps he had played the part somewhere else, you wondered. But an eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that there was only one explanation for why this hook looked so real and so sharp.

This man truly had no hand.

And this hook was truly a replacement for it, sturdy and made to last all the wear and tear of ordinary day life.

"Your... your hook..." you stammered, your wide eyes shifting between the deadly weapon and his piercing blue gaze. "It's real."

Hook grinned, a sinister edge to his smile that made your heart race even faster. "Of course, darling," he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am Captain Hook, after all."

In that instant, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. You were struck by the powerful realization that this man, this pirate, might be more than a man in a costume. He was alive, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.

“You seem surprised,” he murmured, “You weren’t a moment ago. What changed?”

Unable to find words, you stared at him, lips parting and closing like a fish.

"Does it frighten you?" Hook asked, his voice laced with a dark and seductive undertone that made it impossible to look away while he twisted and turned the hook in front of your face. You had no other choice but to watch the cold metal up close, see the sharp tip glisten in the light of the lamps.

You hesitated, but then your eyes met his hypnotic blue ones. A strange sense of resolve washed over you.

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I like it."

Hook's grin widened, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a flash of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Well then," he said softly, as if sealing an unspoken pact between you. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his breath warm against your ear. Obediently, you allowed your eyelids to flutter shut, surrendering yourself to him completely.

And then, suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, soft and insistent, claiming you as his own. The kiss was like nothing you'd ever experienced before, a dizzying blend of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and aching for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of him.

As the two of you kissed, warmth spread through you, making your skin tingle. This man was a good kisser, you thought. Too good to be true. Your knees turned to jelly and you were grateful to be wearing such sturdy boots or you might have melted into a puddle.

When at last you broke apart, your chest heaving with the effort of catching your breath, you opened your eyes to find Hook smirking down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I think I know the ending to your tale,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. "And they lived happily ever after,” a soft whisper that sent goosebumps down your skin.

Then he started to laugh, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you in close. Then he cut off his own laughter by pressing his lips against yours once more in a demanding and sensual kiss that made you see stars.

“I suppose you are mine now,” the captain mumbled once the kiss was broken. “After all, you are on my ship. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”

You wanted to laugh, wanted to say how silly that idea was, even though you felt flattered that he wanted to keep you. But then the wooden door through which you had come opened and a new man appeared. A sailor. Mr. Smee. He looked shocked, probably just as shocked as you. Because behind the sailor you didn’t see the ballroom you had left only minutes ago. Instead, you saw and heard the sloshing sea. Rambunctious pirates walked the deck. Seagulls flew overhead. And the very real and very cool metal hook was now near your throat, lovingly bringing you in for another kiss, when you realized, this was no mere man dressed in a costume to attend a party.

This Captain Hook was real.

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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 years

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For: @violetlucreziasstuff

(A/n: I tried to write for Doms! Julian and Muriel, but I just couldn't get the vibe right, so I hope you don't mind that I changed their dynamic a bit; they both still top, I just can't really label them as doms in this..)

(Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!)

(E/c = eye color)

Word count: 2, 206

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation in the form of double penetration (one hole), Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Dom! Asra, Switch! Julian and Sub! Top! Muriel x Sub! Bottom! Reader

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Your body bounced as it made contact with the mattress. Propping yourself up on your elbows you could see the varying amounts of unrestrained lust in their eyes. You had been pushing their buttons all day so you really had no one to blame but yourself.

Asra stepped up to the foot of the bed as the other two leaned against the door to watch. Bracing themselves with a hand on either side of you, Asra leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of their breath as he whispered into your ear.

"You know why you're in trouble, don't you?"

Swallowing thickly you could only nod your head as all the possible punishments they could choose from flickered through your head, making you steadily wetter and wetter. You should be upset, you made your partners angry, but you could only squirm with excitement.

Would they blindfold you? Would you be placed under a spell to make you horny beyond belief, only to tie you up and leave? There were endless possibilities and you couldn't decide which one excited you more.

"Get up and undress." Asra's voice snapped you out of your stupor as he straightened to let you up.

Scrambling to your feet you quickly stripped. You could feel the heat creeping along your face and chest as three pairs of eyes survey your every movement. No matter how many times the four of you got intimate, you'd never get used to the intense looks they gave you. So filled with unfiltered want and love no matter how much you've pushed them.

Asra sat on the bed, legs spread and fully clothed. You knew what was coming and, even though this was supposed to be a punishment, you couldn't help the throbbing in your core. He pats his leg.

A silent command.

You situated yourself across their lap as even more heat flooded your face. Asra's hand rubbed down to the back of your knee before trailing back up to your bum a couple times before he spoke.

"I want you to count. If you mess up, we start over. We will keep going until you get it correct, do you understand?"

You bit the inside of you cheek as you nodded, forehead resting against the soft comforter.

"Use your words, Petal. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand." You couldn't help but to look over your shoulder at the other two. Both Julian and Muriel were sporting impressive, yet painful looking hard ons already. Julian had a devilish smirk on his face as he sent you a wink, while Muriel was looking about as red as you felt. The sight of the both of them along with the feeling of Asra's girth against your stomach caused more slick to pool between your thighs.

The ever observant magician of course noticed and swiped some with two fingers.

"Seems our little minx is a bit excited for her punishment, hmm?" He spread his fingers to show your slick webbed between the digits.

You whined in embarrassment and buried your face back into the bed.

"Well, in that case, let's not keep her waiting," you could hear the smirk in Julian's voice as he prompted Asra to continue.

Their hand came back to rest on your ass once more.

"Start counting."

With that the first of many slaps echoes throughout the room. You jolted forward from the force of the hit. You let out a breath through your nose before counting.

"One." Another slap.

"Two.." And another. And another. And another.

Coming down a bit harder, you almost forgot to count.

"S-six!" You managed to moan out.

Asra rubbed the redness a bit before pulling back to deliver another blow.

"Sev-ven..." Your juices were running down your leg at this point, dripping onto the pristine white of Asra's trousers.

You managed to get through all ten on the first try. You knew what that meant: you'd finally get the relief you so desperately needed.

Though Asra tried to act tough and indifferent, their actions spoke differently with the way he gently messaged away the soreness. "Color?"

"Green," you answer with a heavy breath as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

Picking you up to place you on the bed, he stood up and began to undress. Unable to wait much longer, you scooted up on the bed as your eyes scanned each new inch of exposed skin until you were marveling at the entire tanned form of one of your lovers.

Looking behind him, you could see Julian with his cock already out as he lazily pumped himself, gaze lock on the two of you. Muriel was a bit more shy with his approach; he had his head thrown against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself through his pants. The bed dipped caused your focus to shift back to the magician as he crawled towards you.

"Because you were so good for us, I think you should get a slight reward before your next punishment." He pushed some of your hair from you face. "What do you say, Flower?"

"Thank you, Asra," you breathed, violet eyes boring into your own e/c ones.

With that Asra tilted your chin up, pressing a searing kiss to your wet lips. Your hands quickly found their way to their soft, white hair as you eagerly parted your lips. Your tongues danced with each other as Asra pushes into your heat.

Your head is quickly thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o' as his cock, hot and heavy, stretches you out in the most delicious way possible. He keeps going until his balls are press against your ass before slowly pulling out and snapping back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room along with the whines and moans flowing freely from your lips as they continue their brutal pace.

Your nails are raking down his back, surely drawing blood but he doesn't seem to care as they spew out praise after praise.

"You always take us so well, Petal. So good for us." He grunts as you clench down on them. "Such a good girl for me!"

Through your endless string of moans you manage to whine out that you're close.

"A-Asra!! I'm -ah- I'm c-lose! Please, don't stop!" You tighten your thighs around him as they reach between you to rub your swollen clit. "I'm -ah! I'm cum-!"

You're cut off by your release, the coil in your core tightening to impossible amounts before snapping. You felt like you were on fire in the best way possible. You could feel the languid thrusts as Asra worked you through your orgasm. As you came back down you could feel the heat of his own spend being pumped into you with each thrust.

They slow to a stop as you both catch your breath. Although the moment of silence is broken by Julian.

"Not to shatter the moment, but I do believe it's time for our vixen's next punishment." He lightly nudges Muriel forward a bit as Asra moves off the bed, pressing one last kiss to your temple. He slips on his trousers announcing that be was going to prepare some teas and snacks for when you guys were done and slips from the room.

After undressing, Muriel lifts you up to slide behind you, flipping you to lay face down against him as Julian settles behind you.

"Ready for us princess?" Muriel mumbles into the crook of your neck. You nod and give a hum of affirmation, still a little loopy from your release.

They line themselves up and slowly start to push into you. Luckily, neither of them have ridiculous girth so while it's a little painful, it's not too bad of a stretch. They take a few minutes after fully sheathing themselves in you to let you adjust. Julian is press to your back pressing kisses and the occasional nibble to the skin of your neck and shoulders while Muriel had both arms wrapped right around you as he buried his face in your hair to help compose himself.

After a couple minutes, the burn of the stretch has almost faded completely, and you can feel yourself start to lose patience. You wiggle your hips a bit to try to get some stimulation, but Muriel's strong grip keeps you from moving too much.

"Are you sure you're okay for us to start moving?" He asks.

"Please," you gasp out, griping onto his shoulder like your life depends on it.

"You heard the pretty lady, let's not keep her waiting, hm?" Julian hums as he sits up, hands moving to rest on your hips.

Almost simultaneously they pull out a couple inches before pushing back in, steadily building up to an almost brutal pace. With each thrust the headboard was banging against the wall and you practically getting jostled around as the sound of skin slapping wet skin filled the space once more.

Underneath you Muriel had his head buried in your neck as his hips pistoned up into you, you could hear the low grunts that left his mouth and could feel the puffs of air that came with them. Julian looped an arm around you torso to pull up further up, hand closing around your throat, adding the perfect amount of pressure that helped send you that much closer to another climax.

They could feel your gummy walls begin to clamp down on them even more and knee you were getting close. Right before you could tip over the edge, they slowed to a stop. A cry left you lips as you felt the coil in your abdomen slowly fade away into nothingness.

"Ah, ah, ah," Julian cooed in your ear, "only good girls get to cum. I don't think you've been a good girl today, what do you think, Muriel? Has our sweet y/n earned the right to cum?" He gripes your jaw and turned you to look at Muriel.

You could see a flush covering him all the way down to his chest as he slowly shook his head.

"N-no, I don't think she has." He had been hesitant to try to step up to the more rough, and almost dominate role, but he agreed to give it a try. While he seemingly was enjoying being slightly in control he was clearly still shy about being assertive.

With Julian giving most of the instructions, they continued this for a while, bringing you to the cusp of release only to snatch it away right when you needed it most.

There were scratch marks on Julian's forearms from where he still had a hand around your neck and down Muriel's chest and you were practically sobbing from all the edging.

"Oh God! Please! Please let me cum! I-I can't-" your sentence is broken by a choke sob as you were kept from cumming once again. Which would be orgasm was this? Nine? Ten? You lost track a while ago, all you knew was that you felt like you could take being built up again while simultaneously needing the release like you needed air.

"I think she's been edged enough, Julian.." Muriel's soft voice was strained. Focusing on you they hadn't cum either and you could hear the slight tremble in Muriel's voice testifying that he was also getting to his limit.

"Think you can handle going a little more, sweetie? Just a bit longer, so we can make you feel good?" The red head peppers a soft trail of kisses up to your jaw. You nod your head, not having the energy for much else.

They start up their thrusts and you slump against the ravenette's chest, small whines leaving your lips as you feel the pressure in your abdomen once again. You feel a hand sneak it's way to your clit to rub slow deliberate circles on the puffy nerve. Eyes shut in pleasure and pain, you can't tell who's hand it is, only that it's bringing you closer and closer to release.

"C'mon, you're doing so good, can you cum for us pretty girl?" The voice speaking to you finally send you over the edge, your sure you blackout as the waves of pleasure washes over you like a tsunami.

"Holy- did she squirt?" You vaguely hear Asra's voice before you pass out from the intensity of you orgasm.

When you wake it's dark out, Julian and Muriel are cuddled up to your sides and Asra is softly shutting the door, a tea tray in his hand.

"Hey petal, how are you feeling?"

You shake away some of the grogginess before responding.

"A bit sore, but okay."

They set the tray down on the night stand before leaning over to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his warm hand gently brushing against your cheek. "We didn't go too far did we?"

You shake your head as you lean into their warmth. "No; it was intense but I felt good."

Asra's eyes flash in relief as he helps you sit up without waking the other two. "Here, you should drink this, you've been out for a while." He picks up on of the teacups and places it against your lips, helping you sip on the warm beverage.

(hElp I still don't know how to end smut😅)

#asra alnazar x reader #asra alnazar #the arcana smut #asra smut #julian devorak x reader #julian devorak #julian devorak smut #muriel kokhuri #muriel kokhuri x reader #muriel kokhuri smut #the arcana muriel smut #the arcana julian smut #the arcana asra smut

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ask-serendipity-sky · 11 months

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Jimin is dating Lee Saeon. They took a trip to Jeju together. Saeon was with Jimin in that leaked photo on the White Day, he actually gave off more "boyfriend" vibes than Jungkook, who was in the picture with them. Also, Gurumi (that one person who exposed Taennie) leaked more pictures of the two… Maybe he/she was trying to tell us something.

(I won't post the gurumi or white day photos but goggle has them)

Hi.

You are the same anon who wrote me about Ong. I can hear the same color in your words. Hmmm.

It would be cool if you actually had real doubts and questions but I know that you are here just to be "chaotic". Say whatever you want, I don't have "traditional" views on Jikook anyway so I merely blink with your statements.

Either way, I will entertain you. But next time, bring an original idea and not bits of different asks that you've gotten from other blogs. I've read them all, anon lol

Lee Saeon did go on trip with Jimin to Jeju... but Sungwoon was there too. Why do people forget Sungwoon? Do you all think he is invisible? He needs to be a third wheel for Jimin and all his rumored "boyfriends"? They are all friends and friends hang out, it doesn't mean they are dating.

I actually have the White Day photo without the brown scribble thing in the middle. Saeon is not hugging Jimin or whatever people thought. If you think that they are giving more boyfriend vibes than Jikook, ok? I don't get that vibe. I don't think Jikook is giving boyfriend vibes either. No one is. They are all just kinda...there, to be honest. And there were more people there too...so?

But you can't tell a whole story from a still picture, video is better...oh, Jungkook said the same thing and he made gcfTokyo to prove that.

youtube

Has Saeon done something like that for Jimin?

Edit to add this sent by another jikooker:

Still think Saeon and Jimin were giving boyfriend vibes?

Let's keep going...

But you know what is funny? The cap that Jk is wearing in the White Day photo, is one that Jimin has worn and is wearing in the gurumi photo.

What is that saying? Couples that shop together stay together? Or sharing is caring, right?

Also, sweet Jimin had no idea that the White Day photo would be leaked after he left this nice little crumb for us on White Day in his insta:

Jimin would be a crappy boyfriend and person if he posted a big hint of Jk instead of his "rumored" boyfriend. And I don't believe Jimin is that.

Also, this was the year that Jimin pulled the numbers during the Seoul concert:

2315 days since November 8th, 2015. An important date for Jikook. So that's that.

I don't think that the guy in the gurumi photos is Lee Saeon. Has anyone confirmed it's him?

The eyebrows are different. The guy in the picture has thin eyebrows that are more apart and Saeong doesn't have eyebrows like that. And the shape of the face is off, and the side of the eyes is different too. The built of Seaon and the person in the photo are not the same. That's all we can go by, though.

There is too little evidence to even make an assumption on who it is. Jimin can hang out with people. It's called having friends and friends hang out, it doesn't mean that they are dating.

So no. The things you are mentioning are not evidence that Jimin is dating Lee Saeon (also Lee Saeon is not LGBTQ+).

And Gurumi started with the Taennie pictures because she wanted to expose Jennie and Tae then went on a power trip and started leaking random photos she and others had accumulated. Have you seen the other pictures she leaked? They are not incriminating either.

But yeah, anon. I still haven't seen enough evidence to convince me that Jimin is dating anyone other than Jungkook.

So unless you have some good evidence to show me...good bye!

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #asks #gurumi #lee saeon

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theresattrpgforthat · 1 year

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I'm not sure if this is specific enough or if you've done a similar list already, but do you have any games with a similar vibe to Jet Set Radio? Mainly, I'm imagining a fun rebellion or youthful counterculture sort of energy. Thanks!

THEME: Jet Set Radio

Hello friend, so these are the three touchstones I used as criteria when looking for matches for this request:

Lighthearted Rebellion

Youthful Counterculture

Free Speech and Creativity

I hope you find some fun options!

Kids on Hoverboards, by kandi_jeanne.

The year is 2030 and the world is very technologically advanced. Hoverboards have finally been invented (a little later than Back to the Future predicted). All the kids have them! Hover cars are becoming more popular. No one carries cell phones anymore. Everyone has a band on their wrist that brings up a virtual display. There are teleports, but only some people have them.

This is hack for Kids on Bikes/Brooms for a GM plus at least one player. All the rules from the KOB systems are used in addition to a few found in this adventure hack.

The Kids on Bikes system is great for kids working through mysteries and solving problems, and this book takes that system and puts it in a futuristic world. It might not match Jet Set Radio exactly, but the rumours and mysteries of a futuristic world might work well for dealing with overbearing corporations - a pair of rollerblades and a can of paint is something a kid can easily get their hands on, and if you want to age up your characters a little, this system handles such tweaks pretty well!

The biggest downside to this option is that it requires the Kids on Bikes Rulebook to play, and it seems designed for a very specific adventure hook. However it’s free, so it’s worth picking up for inspiration if nothing else!

360 Heartgrab, by kumada1.

You've just crested the top of the hill and your body is pure momentum. Cracked asphalt rockets away beneath you, the scrolling stone moving in time to the rattling of the wheels on your board. Ahead of you, at the bottom of the hill, is the banner. The end of the race. And between you and that banner is the seagull-headed man you've been feuding with for weeks.

His wild eyes roll back to look at you for a moment, and then his mouth unhinges in a feral scream of triumph. Sunshine City's been getting weird lately, but you don't let this shake you. Between you and the gullman is a parked landscaping truck. Two-by-fours dangle off of the back, onto the street, forming a natural ramp if you have courage enough to try and skate it.

And you have courage enough.

360 Heartgrab is a 28 page tabletop roleplaying game about weird skaters shredding asphalt, going on adventures, and growing to care about each other.

It is heavily influenced by Sk8 The Infinity and Golden Sky Stories, and it is both competitive and diceless.

This is a very recent release, by a creator who consistently releases games that grab my attention. Compared to Jet Set Radio it’s less anti-authoritarian and a bit more weird, but its goal is to provide the same rush of adrenaline as you hurdle down ramps and over obstacles. If you like diceless games that push your characters to great feats, you might want to check out this game - and if you want to put in a bit more magic, you can also check out the Zone Magic add-on, written by the same author!

The Color of Everything, by Happy Jak Games.

Welcome to the world of Chromia, where colors are more vibrant, music more pure, and everyone lives to create something wonderful. Artists work together in their specialty every day to make the world a better place. Here Illustrators can blast out color with a swish of their paint brush. Animators can bring every day objects to life. Musicians write and play music to bring happiness to everyone.

It was a wonderful world until the DeSats invaded, led by the twisted Discordant who wanted everything for themselves. They sent out their twisted Shades to drain color. Dissonants slipped into the sounds of the world to corrupt their harmony, while Hammer-Heads bashed the hard work of the Sculptors.

Discordant and their DeSats struck fast and hard, toppling major cities across the world. All seemed lost, until the teenagers of IntenCity rose up to fight back. You are a group of those teens, banding together to weave your skills together and bring color, music, and life back to the world and bring down Discordant and their DeSats.

If what you really want to focus on is the artistic creativity and the freedom of expression in Jet Set Radio, you could pick up The Colour of Everything and add in rollerblades. The Confidence and Resolve attributes could potentially serve as base stats for rollerblading, and you might want to add on a new Medium of painting or tagging to really fill it out. The game comes with some example antagonists along with lore and stats, but the entire game is only about 5 pages long. Worth checking out!!!

Slugblaster, by Mikey Hamm.

In the small town of Hillview, teenage hoverboarders sneak into other dimensions to explore, film tricks, go viral, and get away from the problems at home. It’s dangerous. It’s stupid. It’s got parent groups in a panic. And it’s the coolest thing ever.

This is Slugblaster. A table-top rpg about teenagehood, giant bugs, circuit-bent rayguns, and trying to be cool.

Honestly I feel like Slugblaster has the most potential to really knock it out of the park when it comes to matching the feel of Jet Set Radio. On the tin, it looks like a skateboarding kind of game but everything is modd-able and switching out your skateboards for rollerblades is the easiest thing to do. When it comes who who you’re rebelling against, there’s three or four authorities in the book, and room to write even more! The game is about jumping through portals, away from your dull small town, but there’s also a great list of options of places other than Hillview, written by various authors around the world, as well as tips on how to hack the game in case the multiverse isn’t your jam.

#dnd #jet set radio #game recommendations #teenagers #rebellion #indie ttrpgs #asks #tabletop games

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Stitches - Thorin Oakenshield X GN Reader

Title: Stitches

Thorin Oakenshield X GN Reader

Additional Characters: The Company (Mentioned)

Modern AU / Magic AU

WC: 1,602

Warnings: Death mentioned, The Hobbit storyline mentioned, slight angst, and fluff

Pulling the thread and needle through the fabric, you let out a sigh, tying the thread and cutting the excess string. Placing down your craft supplies, you hold the finished plush in your hands, holding it up to stare at your masterpiece. You had been making a plush of your favorite Hobbit Dwarf, Thorin. It took a couple of months, but you were done. Staring into his black, shiny eyes, you smiled. He wasn't perfect, being your first plush you've ever made, but he was yours. His dark brown hair, made of felt, was sewn to his flesh colored fabric head. You made his beard with the same brown colored felt, and even braided brown yarn to make his braids. You gave him stubby limbs, and dressed him in a poorly fashioned outfit that looked sadly nothing like the one in the movie.

Overall, you were very proud of yourself, and decided to go out and get yourself a small treat for your great feat. So, placing the Thorin plush on your bed, you scooted off the mattress and grabbed your bag, before putting on your shoes and leaving your home. You wandered the streets, making your way to the nearby café, where you had bought yourself a small mocha. Walking inside the building, you took in the atmosphere. It was warm and cozy, with soft music playing and colorful lights decorating the walls. It gave you 70's vibes, which was nice. You ordered your drink, before leisurely making your way back home, occasionally sipping your drink as you did so.

Unlocking your door and entering your home once more, you kicked it closed behind you. Sitting your cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, you hummed a simple song as you toed off your shoes, taking them off and setting them neatly by the shoe rack. Heading to your room, you almost had a heart attack. There, standing in your room, was a person... A man... Who looked very similar to Thorin. The same hair, stature, and even though his back was turned to you, you knew it was him. You watched The Hobbit too many times, not to instantly recognize the Dwarf. But, how? You asked yourself. What magic was this? You didn't even think magic was real in your world.

"Uh... Hello?" You spoke up, startling the man as he turned around to look at you, eyes slightly wide as he stared at you with his deep blue eyes.

"Where am I? Who are you?" He commanded quickly, and you couldn't stop your heart from skipping a beat; he sounded just like Thorin, and looked just like him too.

"You're in my home, and my name is Y/N."

Thorin seemed defensive, looking at you skeptically, "Why am I here?" He asked, before looking around your room. "I recognized this place, for only a fleeting moment, but the last thing I remember was the feeling of being cold... Numb. Thinking back, my mind is a blur."

You frowned, realizing what he meant. The only understandable conclusion was that your plush of Thorin had come to life, and the last thing Thorin remembers was his death. But, how could that be possible? That world was fiction, so there’s no possible way that a toy could come alive… Right? You shook away those thoughts, trying to push them aside as you began answering Thorin's questions.

"Well, I had made a... A doll of you and I think you came to life." You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, as Thorin looked up at you once more.

"What do you mean?" He asked, "I am confused."

"Me too." You answered, "I have no idea what is happening."

"Then we are in agreement." Thorin spoke, before taking a seat on your bed. "You say I was this doll that you made. And the last thing I felt was numbness, a cold chill..." Looking up at you, he frowned, "Am I dead? Or has some... magic sent me to this world?"

You had a loss for words, "I- I don't know. I'm sorry. All I know is that I finished making a plush of you and then left for a coffee. And when I came back you were here and my plush was gone." You ranted, running a hand through your hair.

"You made me..." Thorin muttered, repeating his words, "So, you know of me?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Yes, in this world, you are a fictional character -- a story book character. Someone made you into a story a long time ago and then they made a movie about you and your Company reclaiming Erebor." You explained and Thorin closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

He clenched his fists as he quickly opened his eyes, "I do not understand what this place is or why I am here, or what happened to me to have brought me here..." He began, staring at your bedroom floor, "But, you must help me get back to my Company."

You bit your lip, "Thorin... I don't know if I can. I don't even know how you are real right now..." You sighed heavily, “Honestly, I’m freaking out right now.”

Thorin raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? Why can you not help me?" You could see he was growing upset.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair again, "Like I said, in this world, you are not real." You paused, before heading to your shelf and pulling The Hobbit DVD off the shelf, you offered Thorin the case, where he could see a picture of himself on the cover. "Well, now you're real, but I'm sorry... I have no idea how I can send you back."

Thorin was quiet as he stared at the DVD case, staring at himself. You sighed, hesitantly making your way over to him, sitting beside him on your bed. "Look, I know it might sound crazy," You began softly, "But maybe there’s a reason you were sent to this world." You wondered and Thorin looked over at you.

"What do you mean?" He asked, and you bit your lip, looking down at your socked feet.

"Uh, maybe something in the world or the universe wanted to give you a second chance." You spoke, unable to look him in the eyes.

"A second chance?" He asked, and you nodded before sighing shakily.

You swallowed thickly before speaking, "You died, Thorin." Thorin looked at you, shocked and you continued, "So that's why the last thing you remember is feeling cold and numb... You were on that frozen river."

Thorin looked back at the DVD in his hands, and you waited patiently for him to speak. He finally did, after several minutes of silence.

"Thank you." He whispered, causing you to look up. Your brows furrowed in confusion. He looked down at the case of The Hobbit once more, "I'm starting to remember... I remember my Company... and Bilbo." He looked back up at you, his sad blue eyes staring into yours. "Are they alright? Did we reclaim our homeland?"

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, "Yes, you reclaimed Erebor." You nodded, "The battle... Many were lost."

"As with every great battle." Thorin interrupted as you nodded again in agreement. "But what of my kin?" You stayed silent, and that was all he needed to hear. You both stayed silent for another long while, and the tension in the air was thick. But, eventually, Thorin broke the silence. You went to open your mouth to say something, but he quickly stood up and walked over to the window. "I am stuck here... In this world." He spoke, turning to face you, as his expression was hard to read.

You shrugged, "I don't know for sure that you are stuck here, Thorin." You began, standing up yourself, and walking over to him. "But, you are more than welcome to stay."

"Thank you," He stated, as he looked out the window, watching as the sun set, casting him in a beautiful orange hue. You followed his gaze and smiled sadly, looking away, before clearing your throat and looking back at the Dwarf. "May I stay here tonight?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Of course, um... Do you want anything? Water? Milk?" You asked, gesturing towards the door, wanting desperately to do something, anything to help Thorin.

"Water will suffice. Thank you." His tone was polite and formal, and you nodded before leaving the room to fetch your drinks.

When you returned, he was still looking out the window and, upon seeing you enter, his eyes lit up. You handed him the glass of water which he gave you a small sad smile in thanks. You sipped your drink, standing awkwardly near him, before he spoke up.

"You say this is my second chance." He began, voice deep as he continued, "Maybe Mahal sent me here after my death... To give me this second chance?"

You hesitated before responding, "That would explain a lot..." You mumbled.

Thorin smiled slightly, and you saw his eyes dart across the room. "It will take time to get used to this strange place. It seems we are going to be spending a lot of time together." He took a sip of his water.

"Yeah," You agreed, before smiling to yourself, "We'll figure this out, okay, Thorin?"

He nodded, staring back out the window as the stars began to fill up the sky. Deep down, he missed his home, his family. But, he knew that this place with you, he'd be able to find comfort.

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Let me know if I should make a Part 2

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Five - Petty Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x Bruce Wayne

Warnings : smut, minors DNI, petty Clark, thirsty Clark, obsessive Clark, boomeranged Clark, darkish Clark, stalker Clark, flirty Bruce, petty Bruce, oral sex, overstimulation, voyeurism, attempts at humor, typos

If you don’t like it, don’t read it

Does wandering through the park count as a date if the person you’re wandering with is your fake SO that had no idea you’ve developed a deep, last minute crush on them?

Again, much like the trains leaving the same station, question

Or the if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound kind of question

Fuck it. He still counted it as a date.

But did you?

Of course you didn’t

You were vibing, enjoying the light breeze, strolling alongside him without a care. Positively adorable. He was scrolling through his phone, pretending to be distracted. Anything to take his mind off of the fact that you were window shopping to go on a real date with another man. No, not just a man. Bruce Wayne.

Most people's fantasy.

It seriously made his blood boil.

Any other day, the asshole would be hip deep in Gotham drama. But no, not this time. This time he was skipping his not-so-happy ass around Metropolis, trying to get into mischief, among other things.

Still, he supposed it was good that there wasn't anything too dire happening lately. The most recent emergency being the skirmish in Fawcett when an annoyed Shazam got more than he bargained for when he crossed paths with Black Adam. It took half the Justice League to diffuse the situation and calm Teth the fuck down, which eventually happened, but his phone ended up a smashed casualty the moment he'd arrived to the scene.

Hence the button mashed message that was sent to you.

Why didn't he just send a "you up" text like a normal fuckin person

Granted he was not at all normal

But you didn't know that

Plus, in his own defense, he didn't have a fixation on you like he did now

He took a deep breath for the third time that day, his eyes floating to you when you turned your head to address it.

"Okay. I'll bite. You okay?"

He breathed a laugh. "The concerned tone was a nice touch. Really."

"I know, right?" you beamed with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Anyway, I guess I'm just kinda distracted."

"Still thinking about Lois?" you said, feigning an annoyed groan, shaking your head at him, "I swear, dude, whenever you get her, I have every confidence you'll never let her go."

He opened his mouth to give you a saucy retort, but nearly collided with you when you'd suddenly crossed in front of him.

"Well, well. I didn't think leisurely strolls was a Bruce Wayne thing," you said, a small purr in the back of your throat as the billionaire approached you both.

They're not, Clark thought to himself, flashing a cordial smirk to the playboy.

Bruce's eyes flickered to Clark, but remained focused on you. Clark tensed a bit, already sensing the bullshit.

He was used to the theatrics, but he wasn't in the best frame of mind to pretend today. He just wanted to enjoy the ambiance of the park. With you. Bruce seemed not only perceptive to this--as he was supernaturally observant in any given situation--but he seemed to be feeding on it.

He shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Not usually. You've actually caught me giving the decorations a onceover." True enough, the park was beautifully decorated for the event, fairy lights strung up around the park, ornate signs attached to the streetlamps, the storefronts clean and decorated to impress any and all window shoppers. It was quite a lovely sight. You hummed with an impressed smile.

"Never thought you were much of a hands on guy either. Color me surprised."

"Get to know me," he joked back with a saucy wink and Clark felt his jaw tighten a bit. Especially when you let out a flustered laugh.

"Well, that's the point of the evening, is it not?"

"Overall, I suppose," he agreed, his eyes flickering to Clark again.

"Kent," he said casually, as if finally realizing he was there, "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially without Lane. You rarely see one without the other."

Clark cleared his throat with his usual polite smirk. "I um. I have the day off."

Bruce looked between the two of you briefly, realization flashing across his face. "I see. My apologies. I didn't realize-"

"Oh. Oh no, no. We're just colleagues," you fumbled, sounding ironically similar to a certain photographer. Clark quietly folded his arms when you looked to him for support, instead pinning you with a look that made you look awkwardly back at Bruce.

After a quick pause, you looked between them. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"In passing," Clark said, friendly smile in place, "Throwing his money around at a charity event, I believe?"

You threw Clark a look, but Bruce never faltered, dipping his head with a modest smile. "Something like that, yeah. I'm sorry I had to decline your Daily Planet an interview then, but you'll have to admit. Holding out does have it's benefits."

His eyes found you again and you gaped a bit at him with another flustered laugh.

"You sure it's smart to shamelessly flirt with the woman that's gonna be grilling you this evening?"

He gasped as though he were shot through the heart. "Ouch. Even after I sent you flowers?"

"Admittedly the flowers were a nice touch, but I'm not really the bought off type," you volleyed back with a smirk.

"So there is wiggle room," he sassed with a wicked smirk that made you smile and fold your arms defiantly.

"Providing there's anything left of you after I put you through the gauntlet, I'll let you know."

Bruce breathed a quiet laugh. "Now I can tell you're colleagues."

"Oh yeah. Y/N is ruthless. Always gets her story," Clark supplied, reminding you that he was indeed still there--and apparently very amused by the exchange. You rolled your lips at the subtle jab and shrugged.

"Hallmarks of a good reporter," Bruce said, smooth as silk, "Unfortunately, you'll have to excuse me. I have a few more things to see to before tonight."

He headed towards the park again, pulling a phone from his inner pocket. Once he was out of earshot, you turned to him.

"What was that all about?"

"You ever stop to think of how it might look having my girlfriend on a dinner date with Bruce Wayne?" Clark asked point blank, his eyes rolling from Bruce's back to you. The question obviously threw you; your brows furrowing a bit at his tone.

"...It crossed my mind, but it's an interview, not a trip to Prague," you said, arms still folded solidly, "Besides. That'll make it all the more easy for you to get with Lois...right?"

Oh that's right.

Lois was why he was doing all this in the first place.

It was easy to forget.

He breathed a small, smile. "So now I'm supposed to be the inconsolably heartbroken ex-boyfriend?" You seemed to take the bait and relaxed your arms as you both continued on the sidewalk.

"Well. Not inconsolably. That's the whole point."

He laughed. "It doesn't exactly paint you in a very flattering light either."

"I mean. Gonna have to agree to disagree. 'Bruce Wayne’s Sugar Baby' has a pretty good ring to it."

He laughed louder, pretty blue eyes rolling to the sky. The envy storming behind them was a sharp contrast to the pretty golden hue of the evening beginning to set in. "Sure."

"You obviously don't care for him, do you?"

"Guys like him bother me, yeah," he admitted, relieved to be relieving a bit of the pressure of pretending. You seemed very amused by it, your pretty eyes lighting up at the confirmation.

"Really. Why?"

"I'm sure you'll find out tonight," he said cryptically, purposely refusing to meet your eyes. Your smile melted into a bit of a curious frown, but you shook it off.

"Well anyway, you feeling any better?" you'd asked, in a tone that suggested that you were just about to part ways with him.

"Of course. You go ahead," he said with a reassuring smirk. You gave his arm a light nudge.

"Text you the deets later."

He gave you a light snort. "Do us both a favor and don't."

You snorted back mockingly, crossing your eyes at him. He rolled his at you, jamming his hands in his pockets and backing to head the opposite way.

"Just. Be careful."

"Always," you called, turning and heading into a nearby store.

Night approached unforgivingly quick

Giving him very little time to process the events of the afternoon

Couple that with the very real feelings he had developed for you and it wasn't terribly surprising that he found himself sitting on the building opposite of yours

Modified mask on his face

Behaving very much like the bad guys he usually caught

But he couldn't very well risk getting caught watching your building as Superman, could he?

He watched you from the shadowed edge, having arrived just after you’d taken another shower. This time, however, you were sporting a plush robe, tied loosely around your waist while you laid out your outfit for the evening. You were nervous—he could tell—but your heartbeat was mostly even. Not at all as elevated as when you were touching yourself.

He felt his dick twitch. Bruce didn’t make your heart race like he did.

You hummed softly, letting the robe slip from your body, giving him full, delicious sight of your sexy black lingerie. Strappy and lacy.

His dick twitched again.

You were so fuckin beautiful. The sexy way you gnawed your lip, trying to decide which shoes you were going to wear. The defined curve of your thick hips taunting him as you paced. The cute tilt of your head while you tested your options. You were a work of art.

Dangerous. Coveted. Sexy. On display for him to see, but not touch. Oh, how badly he wanted to touch.

You were fully dressed now, pacing in your front room, phone in hand. You paused to type and his phone immediately vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket.

If you know something about Bruce, just tell me

A petty smirk spread across his face. He didn't answer right away, instead watching you sweat it out for a few minutes.

I don't. Just saying.

Your rolled your eyes at that.

Clark.

Now you're breaking Rule #4

He paused.

There isn't a 4th rule.

He saw a smile twitch at your lips.

Rule #4: Be honest with your fake girlfriend

He rolled his eyes with a smile of his own.

I just don't like silver spoon types like him

Chasing beautiful women is one of his pastimes

You bit your lip, the smile bleeding onto your face giving him a rush he could see himself getting addicted to. You tapped your next message, but you didn't send it immediately, instead moving to your sofa to sit down before finally hitting send.

Clark Kent, did you just call me beautiful?

His smirk turned wicked.

You gonna tell your sugar daddy?

Your heartbeat increased. You were staring at your phone, obviously trying to decide how to take that. You started nibbling on your fingertip with a naughty smirk.

Actually, I just might

He started to type his response when Bruce's town car pulled up to your building.

Because of fuckin course it did.

He tucked his phone away and trailed it to the restaurant and watched Bruce lay on the extra charm all night. He’d axed La Mercerie last minute, instead reserving an entire rooftop restaurant not terribly far from there for better privacy “in the name of his interview”.

Neither you, nor Clark bought the excuse, but, unlike Clark, you seemed very amused at his blatant attempt to get you alone

Clark knew the asshole was actively trying to make sure he could hear them crystal clear while he wined and dined you

It was a very petty, twisted game of chess that seemed to thrill the vindictive man.

Why, was anyone’s guess. Bruce was unhinged.

About as unhinged as he was right then, watching the two of you throw saucy comments at one another.

“Well that about sums up the interview with time to spare,” you said, checking the time on your phone as you stopped the recording.

“Your half, anyway,” Bruce smirked, swirling his glass of Merlot. He read your curious glance and offered a smirk. “Time to tell me about yourself.”

You laughed, not easily won over. Billionaire or no, Bruce was in for a dance of wits. “You’ll have to schedule an appointment with my agent this time.”

He took a sip with a low laugh. “Perhaps I will. You seem well worth the time.”

You rolled your eyes, though Clark could hear your heartbeat increase. Direct compliments always did you in, despite the resistant front you put up in response.

“Wow. You are incredibly forward, Mr. Wayne,” you laughed and he shrugged.

“Bruce,” he softly reminded you for what was probably the third time that evening.

“Bruce,” you parroted back, expecting a response to your statement.

“Unfortunately, it's the only way I know to be, really. I’m not really the ‘beat around the bush’ type.”

“So I see,” you laughed with a saucy smile, swirling your water around in your glass to mimic his earlier action, “Well, you've already found out my favorite flowers, so maybe you know more about me than you let on."

He sat forward, eyes cast to the side, a mysterious smirk on his face. "Perceptive. I do make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. Casual observation does the rest."

"For example?"

He took a small breath, sitting forward, his eyes closing briefly before opening and pinning in place. "You're confident, as evident in your tone and posture. You're very witty and intelligent, but you think before you speak, so you're most likely very popular, and…you’re single.”

You gasped a bit at his immaculate delivery, a small smile tickling your lips. "What makes you think I’m single?"

His eyes lowered and he smirked to himself, sitting back again. "If I may continue to be so bold, your dress doesn’t say, ‘I’m taken’. It says ‘Take me.’”

Your body heat increased. You were embarrassed that he’d read you so easily. Bruce had that effect on people. To Clark, it was annoying, but you…you simply laughed.

“Is that what you hear my dress saying?”

“Was I wrong?”

You paused, eyes cast to your silverware. “Not entirely.”

“In your own words then. What are you trying to say?”

That was how it began

It ended with that very same dress—in addition to your sexy underwear—discarded in a silky pool on the floor of his hotel room.

You were warned against slipping under him, but you couldn’t help yourself

The man was positively delicious

Plus he had a mouth and he knew how to use it

In more ways than one

Besides

There was no way you could’ve known that Clark was Superman and was using his powers to watch everything you were doing that night

In fact, you were doing your best to forget about him and Luke and everyone and everything in that moment

There was only Bruce

Only this moment

No strings

No obligations

He was right at home between your thighs, dragging his tongue along the sensitive tip of your clit. He didn’t have much trouble obliging your overstim desires, his broad hands hooked around your thighs as he did so. Refusing to let you close them as he licked you like one would enjoy an ice cream cone on a hot day—relishing the taste and the feeling on his tongue.

“You’re shaking, Y/N….are you done?” he asked with another drag, tone implying that he most certainly was not.

"Not even close," you smirked, eyes still welded shut while he tormented you.

"Good. The night is young."

He dipped his head for another taste of you—

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNG

The sharp ring of the hotel’s fire alarm snapped you both out of it. Bruce breathed an ironic laugh as you shifted to put your clothes back on. Clark Kent was much worse off than even he imagined.

(Part 6)

(Part 4)

#reader insert #dc comics #clark kent x reader #clark kent x black reader #imagine #clark x reader #bruce wayne x reader #thirstnotes

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llondonfog · 8 months

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my one Very Specific Malleus Headcanon, stretched into a proper few paragraphs with the aid of backstory:

diasomnia's dorm building reminds me heavily of the background art used in the first scooby doo series—that is to say, it's old, isolated, and cool-toned.

the heavy blues of scooby doo tend to add to the isolation in a very specific way—they lack warmth, making the location seem colder, less welcoming, and (sometimes) deserted. because i was already used to this, when seeing diasomnia for the first time, my brain connected the similar shapes and heavy cool-tones to make it the coldest dorm location in my mind. (sorry, sebek)

this fed into a very unintentional headcanon i have for malleus. it's the only one i always keep at the back of my mind, whether going through the story or writing my own fics. i like the idea of malleus being a physically cold individual. his skin chilled, unnaturally pale with a green or blue tinge, and generally giving off the air of a walking corpse. reanimated, if you will, despite having lived for centuries.

however, he can breathe fire.

it's a fact mentioned so rarely that it tends to fall into the same category as "could be real, could be a joke," but given that he is a dragon...

while we could go with cold flames for a more fantastical touch, i prefer them to be warm—so warm, in fact, that you can feel them through his skin. his flames are breathed, much like most dragons, meaning they come out of his mouth. they start deeper in, most likely in his stomach, then come up through his throat.

for that reason, i like to think that malleus' skin is deathly cold in all places that do not have fire beneath them. his stomach would be warmer, as well as his throat and mouth. it seperates him from the (mostly) human population on campus just that little bit more, in a way that is wholly unique to him.

(and i did include this in the smut i promised in exchange for his birthday SSR coming home.)

FIRST OF ALL!! i typically don't read character x reader fics at all in any fandom, but i have to confess,,,, i kept coming back to this one ever since you sent it to me and feeling Some Type of Way about it. i feel like you've opened my eyes to this vulnerable and yielding side of malleus and. well. it was a nice comfort to get through the tedium and stress of the week, i must say :')

(it also didn't hurt that i thoroughly enjoyed the voice behind your writing and the imagery it provided)

BUT BACK TO YOUR HEADCANON—

i've never made the connection between the scooby doo haunted house and the color scheme/architectural choices of the diasomnia dorm castle!! i actually really love that gloomy, rainy melancholy vibe they've created, it makes me want to curl up with a warm mug and a cozy blanket while it storms outside. and it fits so perfectly with the stereotype of the rest of the school that diasomnia is the most reclusive and insular group— the cold and dreary atmosphere coupled with the foreboding thorny path certainly doesn't win any welcoming points, but i digress.

(also i have to laugh at the sebek comment considering his family is originally from sunset savanna iirc?? which makes me wonder what on earth could have driven them to briar valley with its cold and rugged climate— did they leave due to human/fae conflicts and fled to seek the protection of their own kind? i know its besides the point but i do find it kind of funny if the reason for sebek's/baul's brusque grumpiness is that they're irritated at always being cold ajlfd;aksf)

with respect to malleus though, i absolutely buy into that concept!! your description of his skin reminds me a lot of the rusalka water fae who had the appearance of a drowned person with dark, almost greenish-tinged hair, which makes the contrast of his flames all the more enticing. i just really love stark comparisons between two completely opposite concepts, and the idea that malleus is the coldest, most corpse-like creature stalking the campus, and yet somehow also harbors a super-heated firepit within his chest if you're favored enough to be snuggled within his icebox arms is so delightful to me :')

(i kind of also want his scales to glow a deep, dark green when he's about to expel flames, is that too cliche of me—)

#lettie's asks #haha lets pretend this isn't my third attempt at answering this after the first two got deleted—

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starfieldcanvas · 1 year

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how do you recommend coming up with a tumblr url?

First off, I strongly advise against fandom-based names unless the creator is dead and their work is something you've felt strongly attached to for the last twenty years, because fandoms change, creators turn out to be asshats, and it's a pain to have to change your URL because your hyperfixation passed or because associating with a fandom makes everyone think you're Schrodinger's bigot. (Shoutout to poor @luny0 💜) And of course it's also very confusing for your followers when you change names!

Second, be aware people will likely nickname you based on your URL — even if your internet name is in your bio like mine — and you can't predict exactly how they'll do it. @pilferingapples has an excellent username but didn't anticipate that it would be universally shortened to "Pilf." It took me forever to realize that @shitpostingfromthebarricade was called Barri, not as in a fem version of 'Barry' like Bari Weiss, but as in "Barricade." My friend @fleetingeternities (rest in peace🕊️) had a lovely name but also went by Flee, for short. So... think about that the same way you'd think about what your baby's initials would spell.

Third, I suggest thinking about how clear the starts and ends of each word in your username are. If a word later n the username starts with a vowel, will it get erroneously linked to the previous letter, or vice versa? It took me years to realize that @nurselofwyr 's username was Nurse Lofwyr and not Nursel of Wyr. Did I know what Nursel meant? No, but people have some pretty bizarre fandom and fantasy names on this hellsite. Users will go on trying to string letters together unless there's a hard stop, so if you want a username where the words might run together unhelpfully, consider hyphenating.

Just a little snippet of an idea, enough to give a vibe or a mental image, is great. Something whimsical, evocative, or downright silly. These things are easiest to achieve by pairing two words that can be imagined together but wouldn't normally go together or wouldn't go together in that grammatical format, e.g. starfishwhisper/ambient-color/marchbloom/goose-destroyer, genderflexing/hamsterwheeling/meme-foraging, frequentlykneecapped/rarelymarried/veryverily, etc. Or stack a few together, e.g. bigbadbandwidth, stabby-old-tabby, godawfulgayghost. Bonus if you get some alliteration or slant rhyme going.

Snapping a few out-of-context words from a quote is solid too: live-in-infamy, delenda-est, among-mad-people, rarely-make-history. They're not word for word quotes, so it's easier for them to morph into a collection of sounds that represent a person. I do know a lot of people have usernames that are full lines of poetry or song lyrics, but my personal opinion is that these tend to flow best as usernames when they're cut off before they get to full sentences. It's always a bit odd to address someone by a name with a pronoun inside it; that's how you get "ME SAW WHO!"

Unless you are on Tumblr for professional reasons, do not use your legal or professional name!

Obviously you always have the option to go with a fake proper noun, fantasy-name style — "larkacyn" or "devossa," or I dunno, "altseven" or "priov" if you're feeling more scifi — but I feel like if you had one of those you wanted to use, you wouldn't have sent this ask.

And of course...all the truly top tier usernames are puns. If you're really committed to getting a fandom name, bury it in a pun, like @owlmylove or like my ao3 username.

(All examples made up of the top of my head unless they're tagged users. You are welcome to any of my nonsense)

#dove.txt #this was such an interesting question. thank you #asked and answered #tumblr meta #sign of the times

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Power nap, power trip, whatever - you've got a reputation to uphold. This is "Fury of the Storm."

Wojira was a LOT of fun, and even though she was destructive as hell... I kind of miss her, you know?

In my first version of the Wojira design, even with my limited fashion skills, I actually produced something semi-decent that I'm willing to share for comparison's sake:

Look at that! A whole three different brushes! All in all, I actually really liked this rendition; my first attempt at a remaster was just going to be this, but Better (TM).

And then I sat down at my drawing tablet (which is just a touchscreen Chromebook that can do a deep backbend) and... I couldn't. I resketched the outline on my croquis and my heart simply wasn't in it. So I put her to sleep for about twenty seconds and then reawakened her by slotting in the Amulet of Panic (which doesn't have a dragon head on it - it's got a carving of me frantically scribbling). Luckily, it didn't take a few hundred trials, and I landed on something that kept some of what I originally set out to do and introduced neat new twists.

Overall vibes: The original was supposed to be very supervillainy, which is obvious in terms of structure: sleek train, athletic boots, dark colors, oversized armor. In theory, this was solid, but I realized I'd approached it all wrong. Wojira is (was?) a literal origin story. Why did I try to assign this ancient mythological sea goddess a modern supervillain look? She's a classic! This time, I decided to lean into that with a Greco-Roman war goddess vibe: draped fabric and gladiator-esque boots. Hack off the layered train and it's practically battlefield-ready.

Speaking of layered fabric: Wojira is, honestly, slightly funny (remember the puppy head tilt when Jay sidetracks her?); there's something ironically very human about her. With that in mind, I gave a little thought to her circumstances when wrinkling the dress. Imagine that you're a goddess who, after being defeated in battle, is sent to a millennia-long sleep. After a bunch of scientific poking and prodding, you're forcibly woken up, tased repeatedly, and driven around like an oversized golf cart. Of course you're not going to look 100%! You're going to be rumpled by default.

While we're on the topic of looking messy: I don't generally go for wear-and-tear in my designs unless I think it enhances the work (looking at you, Nelson and Antonia). "Fury of the Storm" is a rare exception, and the damage appears in the cloak in the form of a scorched neon texture along the edges. This is a very literal interpretation of her wings, which I think are incredibly cool.

Headdress, clasps, and torso: not much to this beyond that I like Wojira's horns so much that I wanted to put extra ones on. The headdress is pretty straightforward - amulets, lightning circlet, chain veil to symbolize Kalmaar's control. The torso armor just exists to repeat that motif and lend extra mythological vibes to the whole look. While we're talking about Kalmaar, the clasps holding up the dress and pinning the cloak in place are directly traced from the arrow elements I used in the KPS and act as further representation of his hold over her. Once removed, the entire dress falls apart - just like his plans once his trident snapped.

Only one more to go in the series! For the few of you who have followed along, my deepest thanks - I hope the finale piece lives up to whatever expectations you have. I hope they're good ones! In the meantime, your promised bonus wallpaper. I really like this one, actually - I don't do a lot of very dark backdrops, so this was a fun challenge.

Unfortunately, it also looks like one of those paper cups from the nineties. But, like, an evil version. Put your Sprite in one of these and it'll just leak onto the floor.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago seabound #ninjago s14 #ninjago wojira #or wohira #pick a spelling. whatever your heart desires #hrngh BIG eldritch goddess snake #ninjago couture #ninjago fanart #fashion design #Seabound Style: The Official Remaster

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riftwalker-limbro · 11 months

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I know I sent you numbers last night. I doubt I was the only one. I don't care, I'm dumping more rotations on you bc i need to know and it's Topical (get excitedly listened to idiot)

Does Pride exist in your verse in any capacity? If yes, how is it celebrated? And how do your OCs specifically celebrate?

you were in fact the only one and i am mentally sending you a very tight hug about it

you're tormenting me with my own limited drawing abilities so fucking much. do you even know.

well, you know that my verse is enormously self-indulgent. therefore, this post is going to be enormously self-indulgent by definition as well. if i manage to do this right it is going to be sickening levels of wholesome. you've been warned

first,

general setting exploration.

i think that all the -phobia nonsense is, well, nonsense, so i think that people in my verse should have gotten over all of that and instead everyone's just chill with each other in that regard. there's still other kinds of discourse but none like that anymore.

therefore, the part of pride's purpose that's "this is a riot, we're here, get used to it" is fulfilled. instead, in my universe, i think it'd be fun to make it more of a kind of.. celebration of all kinds of love thing. like valentine's day but less individualistic, more just the concept itself and all of its variations on the same level. idk i don't celebrate valentine's day myself or know anything about how others do bc it's just. Not That Big except for corporate nonsense around me

it should still be celebrated with parades and rainbows and music and joy and flag-waving and hugs between strangers and just-being-together because i've only ever been to a parade myself once and the atmosphere was fucking incredible. trying to recreate that vibe here with the extreme limitations of the written word is not doing it justice. i think that pride month would still be a thing and people could wear rainbow-colored things to everyday activities and functions. you know where i'm going with this

and now

the fun character-specific stuff.

(disclaimer after side-eyeing this section for half an hour: this was Harder Than I Thought what the Hell. so it doesn't explore Everyone. this is going to be on the brain for the rest of the month though.)

the one who popped into my mind immediately is verica, pre-warframe - she'd sponsor her own whole float and just spend the whole parade making music with her band on it. once she meets pule and jay they help out too - pule's running around the float and handing out freebies/snacks; jay's doing something more behind-the-scenes, probably driving the float. another image in my head immediately is either or both of the academics wearing inconspicuous rainbow items to their respective lectures/lab hours/meetings during pride month. they now both own several pairs of rainbow socks for specifically this. maybe a (bow) tie. it is so unfair that i'm completely out of drawing juice right now. i am mentally screaming at my drawing tablet

during warframe era... hm. having trouble coming up with anything for parades beyond "they would go to at least one a year with the full hyena squad" but they absolutely have rainbow paints and ribbons on board for the whole month. oh, and if only there was someone with a perfectly blank canvas of a hat somewhere. that he conveniently leaves off when he sleeps.

other assorted thoughts..

pule should get a shitty rainbow-colored paper crown.

verica should be able to make the little feather thing on her helmet change colours if she thinks about it really hard.

bruiser would go for the full body paint job. yes this is as chaotic and fun to apply as it sounds

kali learns verica's trick for Rainbow Fire. if this was a setting where people would still be nasty about it this would be an incredibly useful trick in addition to being obviously awesome

ohhh what if helver learns to do some kind of flame choreography for this specifically. i think that would be cool

#oh this turned into mainly the deimos squad jhgjg oops #today was a Day i've got limited brainworms to work with #ehhhh should i tag everyone. nah i'll just do #deimos triad #rift lore

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x-kiwi-03 · 2 years

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‼️BNHA MANGA SPOILERS‼️

Idk what to expect for this week's leaks, in all honesty. I'm kinda nervous...

My wishful thinking wants Chisaki to show up, but that's obviously not going to happen, there have been zero signs that hint that.

In reality of the current events of the story, how are they going to take down Afo? Like, how is that actually going to happen? Endeavor and Hawks are no where near as strong as All Might, and Afo almost killed All Might during their big fight. Not to mention that Hawks is weaker now. I'm somewhat surprised about how much they've accomplished thus far, but that wasn't all them, Afo's quirks were/are rebelling, causing Afo to have some technical difficulties, giving Endeavor and Hawks an upper hand.

Where the fuck is Deku. What is this boy doing. Come on now! Let's go!! You have a Tomura Shigaraki therapy appointment to get to, and YOU'RE LATE!!!! And don't pull some Kai Chisaki therapy session shit, with that "Do you remember what you did to Eri?" bullshit, or that weak ass Muscular therapy session, "Why do you like to kill people? Oh, because you like to kill people? That doesn't aline with my morals. More jail time for you." You've had two (2!) fuck ups already, third time's the charm! You can do this!!

Literally, where the fuck did Stain go??? He's obviously against the villains, so what if he like, (here comes the wishful thinking again🙄) fights with the heroes? I mean, all the fake hero's have shown their true colors and quit. He has nothing to prove now, except maybe what a true hero would do in a situation like this. Maybe as all seems lost, All Might asks for help from villains that are against Afo and the League. That being Stain, the Shie Hassaikai (this bitch is desperate😒), and other villains that might have a grudge with Afo and the League. I've also had this thought lately, where the nomus rebel against Afo, and I've had it even more lately since Afo's own quirks rebelled against him.👀 The nomus (is that the plural for nomu?) don't necessarily fight alongside the heroes, it's more like revenge for the torture Afo and Ujiko put them through. It sounds pretty fire in my head idk-

So, um, (talking to Horikoshi now) what's goin' on with Shoto and Touya/Dabi?? Haha, you know those, uh, last panels had me, haha uh, worried! You know, after Kaina (Lady Nagant) went all boom on us, I don't trust you anymore, and that little spark on Touya's face is, uh, it needs some explanation... some continuation... what happened Horikoshi? Share with the class. 😀

Speaking of Kaina. WHERE IS SHE??? IS SHE DEAD?? IS SHE OK??? IS SHE GETTING HELP??? COULD SHE HAVE SURVIVED THAT?? I wanna see heeerrrr!!! I miss her!! I love her!! She's a badass character that has a ton of potential for future continuation of this story and world of bnha!!! LET HER LIVE HORIKOSHI!!!

And I wanna see Kaaaiiiiiii!!!!!! There was a bit of a plot hole between Chisaki and Deku's little talk and the pro heroes and Deku going to that building (which I have thoughts about, but will get into another time) to watch Afo's screen recording. Did Chisaki go to the hospital with Nagant or was he sent to prison? Did Deku take Kai to see Pops beforehand, or is Deku planning on doing that after the war, or did Deku have someone else deal with Kai? What was Kai going to say about Eri? He never finished his sentence. He could've said anything really. Was he going to say something like, "If only Eri were here... she could reverse me," which would aline with his past villain self, showing he hasn't changed that much, and piss a lot of people off (including myself), "If only she were here... she could reverse Pops," kinda the same vibe but at least it wasn't himself, or he could've surprised a tone of people with wanting to apologize to her. I'm still kinda confused as of where Chisaki's mind is. I mean, I know he's obviously desperate to apologize to Pops, but like... is there anything else going on up there? Is it only Pops he's thinking about? If so, that's incredibly obsessive, and what is Chisaki gonna do when Pops inevitably doesn't except his apology or is found dead? You know, Afo seems to know Chisaki quite well. Afo talked about Chisaki, said Tomura when he and Kai first met, he showed Tomura a picture of Kai (where'd he get and why does he have a picture of Kai?), and Afo told Nagant that Kai was "another victim, kept down by this wicked hero society," the fuck does that mean? We don't know! We don't have Kai's full backstory!! But Afo seems to have it!! We don't know for certain where Kai was but, child Chisaki is seen living in one of Afo's orphanages/hospitals, which is where Afo stock piled a ton of kids and turned them into nomu's or kept them as potential Tomura replacements. Chisaki, who's emotionally vulnerable and unstable, is about to find out how the consequences of his actions are going to affect him and his loved one(s?), and Afo will be just next door to pick up whatever is left of Chisaki to turn him into the next Tomura if needed. If Deku is able to save Tenko or is forced to kill Tomura, Kai is an easy and vulnerable target, and who's to say Afo hadn't planned Kai's fall way ahead of time? Set Chisaki up, since his childhood, for failure, hardship, and abandonedment not only from his family (the yakuza) but from society as a whole. Leaving him as only a pile of shattered pieces that Afo can remodel into a monster. An overhaul to Overhaul.

But that's all a theory of mine, and we'll never know the answers to any of my questions unless he comes back into the story. I bet he will because of that plot hole, but probably not anytime soon, if even in the manga story. That is if my theory isn't true.

This seems to have turned into a rant. I think anyone with a brain cell (dead or not) can tell who I like the most. Should I continue? I have a lot of other bnha topics I could babble about.🧍 Asks are open as well, I love talking about theories!! I'm also up to any (civil and respectful) arguments anyone has 👍

Also, sorry for any and all grammar mistakes, I wrote this on my phone and expected it to be short, hahaha! 😅

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taketwoinink · 2 years

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You guys (g) know the drill. Someone new followed me so- WE'RE MAKING A TAG GAME AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE TAGGED FIRST AS PUNISHMENT!

Current song you're listening to on loop rn: for me it's Know It All by the Band Camino

Favorite Color: purple, don't care much what shade! All things purple please

New random thing you've learned recently: Candle wax and sealing wax have differently properties. You can't use candle wax to seal letters with a stamp it doesn't get good imprints.

Thing you're most excited for rn: tbh, moving out *cri* but that's not going to happen until December at the earliest.

Newest hobby acquired: witchcraft! (I made a spell jar! It's pretty and has good vibes, also it smells like vanilla)

Rocks yes or no: yes

What's something someone said that's stuck with you since: My therapist taught me that your emotions can be conflicting and yet exist at the same time. You can be falling apart and yet have everything together at the same time and that's valid. You can be happy and not okay, etc.

What's your fondest memory from high school: Kit and I lip syncing aggressively together in math class (we never should have been allowed to sit next to each other lol, the chaotic energy is too high). I swear our teacher stopped playing our favorite lip syncing music until Kit was gone was day and then he played it, he knew, it probably bugged him but he never made us move (which is good because I needed Kit there to teach me slope, our math program sucked that year)

Favorite color to paint your nails: BLACK! Or this shimmery purple stuff I got recently since I don't have black nail polish

Weirdest dream you've had: just gonna quote myself from a Discord server here (for context Sunny is one of the mods) "I just remembered I had a really angsty dream involving Sunny last night. Someone said something that really upset her on accident (she was already having a really crappy day) and we were all trying to comfort her only Discord broke and wouldn't send any messages except for hers so she went on a rant and then disappeared and then suddenly all of our messages sent at once and it was chaos, messages were sending so quickly you couldn't even read any of them but Sunny had already left the server so I tried to send her a DM only I couldn't find her and no one else could either and the other mods were trying to keep everyone calm and it was just chaos and a lot of people were crying" (good news though it was just a dream and she was okay)

Favorite part of being on tumblr: Making new friends!

And now to tag. As promised @9-circles-of-l get in here as punishment for daring to follow me (unless you're too uncomfortable doing one of these then that's fine and I guess you're off the hook this time) @gemstarstarlight @thatfaecreaturee @skyisverybored @jinxneedssleep @earthtokit @ringnea

#tag game #hehe starting my own!#by the way L #I'm joking about punishing you #this is just how I show affection and appreciation #soooo #you signed up for this #now suffer!#/j #Ink Does Tags #making that a new tag now because why now?#not*#too lazy to fix

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geometricalien · 9 months

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1, 2, 3, 6, 10, 12, 16, 20, 23, 24 & 27 for Kōki Furihata - feel free to choose just a few from these if you feel these are too much 😊

nah man imma answer them allll thank you for sending your ask!! <3<3

1 - My first impression of them - … I thought he was shallow… HE JOINS A TEAM WITH AMBITIONS TO BE THE BEST BECAUSE OF A WEAK ASS GOAL “a girl said she would date me if I was the best in something lol” !! BOY!!

2 - When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like) - I think I finally warmed up to him when he and the other first years said that they wanted to play on the court too, so that’s around?? The streetball tournament? And then we get to know him more during winter cup and he is hella relatable

3 - A song(s) that reminds me of them -

Hercules by Sara Bareilles, i’ve been obsessed with this since I first heard it over a year, it encapsulates the core emotional drive behind Kouki in my greek wip, “‘cause I have sent for a hero from on my knees, make me a Hercules, I was meant to be a warrior please, make me a Hercules”

Mree’s cover of Face My Fears, it just makes me imagine him walking up this huge staircase to the palace of the emperor preparing to do the unthinkable

Romantic by Lauryn Marie, Kouki is ouuuurrrr romantic

I also have this playlist I made full of songs that either remind me of him or songs I think he would listen to

6 - My least favorite ship of them - oh uh hmm I haven’t thought about this before uh let me pull up a character sheet fjdsklf (I’m not including teams unrelated to the GOM bc I literally don’t remember enough about them to say conclusively one way or the other if a ship would be bad or my new otp (veerryyyy unlikely that would happen but who knows) similarly with minor characters from GOM’s teams- besides seirin and rakuzan) okay, I entertained this for far longer than I should because Kouki is fairly similar to Yamaguchi from haikyuu however while Kouki has the ability for snark he isn’t mean like Yams. so Haizaki and Hanamiya are in the running for least favorite ships. Vibes alone, Hyuuga and Kouki don’t mesh well. Tsuchida has a girlfriend so he’s out. And lastly, I think Kouki is too nice and considerate to be a compelling ship with Midorima. He needs someone who will push him beyond his boundaries and Kouki wouldn’t do that. And that’s what I’ll say on that jfdsakljf

Sidenote: I unexpectedly like the rivalry that could crop up between Kouki and Sakurai in their third year bc I think they would be interesting parallels

10 - Describe the character in one sentence - Unassuming man doesn’t know how beautiful and kind he is in this cruel world.

12 - Sexuality hc! Bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bib ib ib ib bibibibibi

16 - A childhood headcanon - Kouki wanted to be a mangaka when he was a kid, he read all the shonen jumps as soon as they came out and had dreams of making the next big manga. He even made some prototype manga chapters full of wobbly characters and overdrawn colors and misspelled words that his mother proudly kept and eagerly plans to show his partner (coughAkashicough) when they come to visit

20 - A weird headcanon - He picks and tears at his fingernails instead of clipping them. It’s half out of nerves and half out of boredom

23 - Future headcanon - Besides him being the captain their 3rd year- When he has a stable job he updates his wardrobe, little known fact, Kouki is very fashionable, so he likes to be on top of fashion trends (cough and when he gets with a certain rich redhead he takes full advantage of their gift giving love language and his little black credit card for certain expensive brands cough) I also think that during the pandemic shut down he went a little crazy trying new recipes and his kitchen was an utter mess with no less than 3 failed dough starters spread across his countertops

24 - What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone? - He deeply enjoys all of the soapy romance dramas his mother watches. He’ll enter the living room on the dot of eight and put up a farce of “what is this? The emperor’s love? Guess I’ll watch this with you… if you insist” His whole family has picked up on this and besides some gentle ribbing from his elder brother, no one blinks an eye. His mother records the episodes now in case his practice runs late. When the girls in his class talk about the shows he has to physically restrain himself from commenting thinking everyone will think its weird that a guy likes those sappy shows (he doesn’t know that being able to share and relate with the girls about something will make him more liked though)

27 - If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet? - is it a cop out answer to say thomas the tank engine? I think he and Yamaguchi would be good friends

#ask box #ask game #furihata kouki #knb #kuroko no basket #thank you!!! <3 #traditional artist

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