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ceruleancattail · 4 days

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Malleus but like in Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid- Ramshackle’s prefect’s Dragon maid.

Hear me out HEAR ME OUT

Maybe it’s the stress, maybe it’s the few drinks you may or may not had. But one night you end up wandering into a pitch-black forest, only to come across a beast. Scales the ebony of the night sky, sparkling in the faint moonlight. Eyes of emerald, narrowed as you approach, nostrils flaring.

A dragon, straight from the tales of old.

Anyone sane would have long ran away by now, fear striking their hearts as the imposing shadow loomed over them. However, fueled by delirium and not enough sleep, you sit right down, striking up a conversation with this queer beast. At first, he was momentarily stunned, surprised by your reaction.

Oh, you’re not afraid, child of man? How strange.

You talk about many things with this old dragon. You shared what you had for dinner, instant food straight from the microwave. How your life has been, so far. You complain about your day, talking about how you’re worked to the bone all day every day.

Lowering its head, the dragon makes a simple remark about you being akin to someone’s maid/butler/servant. This seems to rile you greatly, as you rise to your feet. Yelling about how those uniformed servants were the epitome of elegance. How sharply they had to look in their uniforms, and how skilled they were in all crafts. They had to appeal to their masters in every way, from preparing dishes to cleaning, they were truly jacks of all trades, the master of none.

The dragon was yet again stunned in silence, but a faint smile seemed to gloss across his lips. You speak with such passion about these individuals from a time long gone. Sharing their noble tales, speaking of their skills, their endeavours…

Perhaps if he had known you before… would you speak of his kind as fondly? Would the dragons not have faded from mankind’s memory? He doesn’t know.

The dragon laughs all the same. A deep, gravelly sound that slips into your ears like a thick, savoury broth. He’ll keep you company as long as you need him to. The dragon listens for hour after hour, until your head starts to dip.

At the very end, before you drop into the land of slumber, the dragon scoops you up in his claws, muttering his name into your ears.

Malleus Draconia.

Don’t forget him.

The rest of the night is a blur. The next thing you know, you’re waking up in your bed with no memory of how you even got there.

Until you turn around and see a pair of silted pupils staring back at you. A man, dressed head to toe in formal wear. Black suit and tie, leather shoes shined to perfection. A mane of luxurious black hair spills down his back, glossy as a dragon’s hide of scales.

You back away, holding up a pillow as your only Defense. The man blinks in confusion, before he chuckles. A low, gravely sound. A sound you instantly recognise from the conversation you had yesterday… with a dragon.

Malleus smiles at you gently, as he reaches towards you. Cupping your cheek with his palm. Feeling your warmth, bleed into his cold skin. Goodness, you humans are rather soft, are you not? Without a body of scales, it’s no wonder you lot were so easy to defeat.

Rest easy, child of man. He has no desire to harm you. He was intrigued… by the concept of butlers and maids, and the passion you spoke of their duties with. So he shall play in their role for a while, just for the experience. Besides, you’re a lovely little human. Malleus has grown fond of you and your personality. Permit him to accompany you, for as long as you wish for it.

You’ll gladly allow him to be of service to you, will you not?

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #butler au #in a sense #I kinda wanna make him wear a maid Dress though..:.#lucky charm 🔷

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dr2-hell · 3 months

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vanished on the breeze

#my art #izuru kamukura #sdr2 kamukura #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #hajime hinata #in a SENSE

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aslyran · 7 months

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[ID: ORV fanart. 2D, not shaded Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung, Lee Jihye, Kim Namwoon, and Anna Croft stand on a theater stage, Joonghyuk in the center. The backdrop is a dark forest that tears open to show the Oldest Dream, who is huge, the people on stage the size of dolls compared to him. He watches the scene, his eyes shining and smiling. He reaches out with one hand to Yoo Joonghyuk. The colors of the stage are dark blues and greens, contrasting the Dream, who is drawn in warm orange tones. There's a plaque above the stage that says "The Oldest Dream" in caps. /end ID

The people i liked were living stories in a place where I didn’t exist.

#ARGSDFFDFF KIM DOKJA YOU FOOL #he can see a bit of himself in everyone of these stories #and in who he cant (yjh); he tries to become #in a sense #he imagines a story in which every little part of himself is something others must overcome and undesrtand #they can’t advance if they don’t either understand eachoter ( and by proxy kdj) better #to relate he must put a bit of him in there but he cant help but also see himself as an obstacle #anyways #the oldest dream #oldest dream #kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #fanart #kdj fanart #orv kdj #orv

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mechanicalinfection · 6 months

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He loves lollipop as well :]

#art #digital art #the mechanic's crafts #fnaf #springtrap #spring bonnie #in a sense #he's cute #filler #for like stuff n all #im trying to get back as soon as i can I promise guys

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soporificshoebill · 2 months

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okay the amount of whiplash from these thirty seconds alone, like

- courtney made a meme of shayne and amanda as Biden's Economic Vision Duo (i get it i see it)

- amanda is pretty sure its a compliment

- courtney (known enjoyer of fnaf and amanda and shayne) saying its bc they. get to play fnaf. host a podcast. etc.

- spencer revealing that ANGELA is salty that she didnt get to play fnaf

- Courtney immediately going "!!!??????!!! ME AND ANGELA PLAYING FNAF????"

- Angela clarifying (from the audience. bc she is there) that shes not MAD but she DOES WANT IN.

- immediate cut to the next meme with no further elaboration or discussion

shourtmangela dynamics off the Walls rn

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sammy-the-dead-dumpster · 8 months

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Thinking about the plot parallels in bnha again, this time as they relate to Izuku's goals--because he's had a specific goal for a long time, and it's not just being the number one hero. Saving is Izuku's half of heroism, after all, and yet from his perspective, it could be said that he fails in one continual regard: saving Katsuki.

It seems to start with the sludge villain. He doesn't exactly fail; he has a positive effect on the situation, at least physically, and Katsuki survives unscathed and more or less emotionally intact. From a literal standpoint, Katsuki has been saved, but Izuku isn't directly the one to save him (and is indirectly the one who put him in danger).

Then training camp happens, and Katsuki is a victim again. And Izuku is frozen there in the forest, unable to keep reaching for him. (And when he plots the rescue, he can't be the one to enact it.) Katsuki is rescued in the end, but Izuku doesn't save him before damage is done--because this time, Katsuki is physically okay, but the psychological effects make themselves known at Ground Beta.

Then there's the next time. Katsuki takes the hit for Izuku, and this time, although he survives, he sustains physical harm. It isn't as though Izuku can prevent this, but Katsuki's only there because Izuku told him about OFA, and is only putting his life in danger because of Izuku. From Izuku's perspective, he hasn't protected Katsuki.

And then there's the final battle, a bigger, more catastrophic reflection of what happened before. Except this time, Katsuki doesn't survive. And once again, Izuku hasn't saved him.

Izuku wins to save; saving is what motivates him. And although he's been victorious time and time again, he has never decisively saved Katsuki from a true threat. This is a pattern his entire life.

His entire life, because it didn't start with the sludge villain.

It started with the river. Katsuki didn't take his hand, and Izuku wasn't able to help him. It's the start of Katsuki's internal conflict with weakness and victimhood, and the start of Izuku trying to be there for him.

Katsuki has to contend with needing to be saved. Izuku has to contend with failing to save him.

#bnha #mha #bnha meta #mha meta #bakudeku #bkdk #in a sense #deku #kacchan #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #is this too evident or is it just extrapolation? i don't know #but i like thinking about all the patterns #and how they grow in severity

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beelmons · 1 year

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cw: smut (minors dni), perv!spencer (a little only), accidental auditory voyeurism, spencer is a cuckold yet again, preestablished relationship with hotch

This is a work in collab with the loml @ihavemanyhusbands

A/N: i'm losing my mind to f*cking tumblr doing insane shit so i'm not formatting this one post .

It was an impulse, the product of lack of thought; he was not a pervert, this wasn't wrong, it wasn't like that. It wasn't like he had dreamed of your curves a million times, or that he had cursed your name under his breath whenever he came on his phone screen, beautifully adorned by a picture of you.

Right, he didn't steal your neglected panties straight from your go-back after returning from a case, and he definitely wasn't pressing them against his nose, every breath covered with scent of the one thing he craved the most.

His cock, however, could not be gaslit into rejecting such thoughts, painfully strained against the folds of his pants. The fact that he was laying face down on his bed, face buried in your crumpled up underwear, was not helping.

It didn't feel fair to simply 'bust a nut' to the thought of you, regardless of how many times he had done that, when he had committed such a heinous deed to his standards. It was his punishment to not be touched, to feel the pulsating ache of desire between his legs.

He wanted so bad for his face to be buried between your legs instead, taking his time to savor you. Probably like a desperate, starved man that had long been denied a meal… which was exactly what he was.

All too often, he tried to imagine what sounds you’d make, or how your breath might tickle his ear when you sighed his name into it.

Fuck.

He couldn’t help himself. He needed some sort of relief, anything he could get. He grabbed his pillow and tucked it beneath him, between his thighs.

Needy whimpers escaped his throat as his hips bucked against the pillow. He tried to envision the firm press of your body against yours, heat radiating from you. Oh, what he’d do to get lost in that heat.

But, regardless of the potent imagination life had gifted him, it alas wasn't enough. Perhaps he was going too hard on himself, who could blame him for getting worked up due to you? Everyone knew you had driven him to madness, everyone but you. If you could just spare him a glance he would put heaven at your feet if that was what you wanted.

His hands moved on their own to set his member free, the fabric of your underwear still tangled in between his fingers, and sweat running down his back in anticipation. If he didn’t touch himself, he wasn’t cheating, right? He folded the pillow in such a way that allowed a tunnel to be formed, tightly gripping onto it so it wouldn’t unfold, and without wasting any time he slowly began to penetrate it.

His other hand helped him keep steady as his knees stuck to the mattress, giving him enough angle to let his hips swing back and forth. Your panties were sticking to his skin, slightly painful, and so he decided he needed a new place to keep them safe. The garment was moved into his mouth, safely guarded between his teeth. His tongue grazed over the specific area where your arousal once was, the faint scent of you deliciously rubbing at his nostrils.

He could picture you beneath him, his eyes falling shut to begin forming his own reality; your body would lay face down against his bed, your ass perked up the slightest to allow him the access you both craved. He imagined trailing the side of your body with his hands, and how he would grip at your buttocks enough to leave you wincing in vague pain, the ultimate proof of being his.

He was just starting to get lost in his fantasies — hips picking up speed, drool forming at the corners of his lips and head slightly tipped back in bliss — when he was interrupted by his cell phone buzzing.

Worried it might be an emergency, he begrudgingly stopped his motions and stretched towards his nightstand to grab it. He saw your name on the caller ID, and his heart began pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason.

He immediately dropped your panties from his mouth and swiped to accept the call.

“Hello?” He said, trying to keep his voice even.

On the other side of the line, there was no response. Well, at least not the kind he expected.

He could hear panting breaths and a rhythmic sort of creaking. At first, he frowned in confusion, but then his eyes widened in realization. His stomach practically dropped as his ears were suddenly blessed with your pleasured mewls.

And suddenly, another voice, one that sounded all too familiar.

"Look at you clenching around nothing. Do you want my cock that bad?"

“F-fuck, yes please…” you whimpered.

Oh.

Something like a light slap could be heard. “Such a needy pussy.”

He was in too much shock to properly process what was going on, let alone think about the ethical consequences of what he was doing, was it okay to listen to you getting fucked by, whom he presumed was, the unit chief? Was he jealous? Angry that another man was reveling in the delight that he knew your pussy was?

He would have dwelled in all those thoughts if it weren't for the way he could feel his dick twitching with excitement underneath the fabric of the pillow. The phone was dropped to his side, speaker mode on, to play the role of background melodies to his sinful activities.

The lewd noises, proof of how well Aaron could treat you, were echoing through his otherwise silent room; he closed his eyes, the final step to spiral down into the delusion he had started. His palm pressed harder down on the cushion, you certainly were tighter than that, but that would suffice, it had to.

He pictured you, once again, beneath him, begging for more into his ear just like you were doing with that other man. You asked for deeper, and deeper he went, the outline of the pillow brushing against his lower abdomen whenever he thrusted.

His free hand was pressed against his mouth to keep himself quiet, aided by the panties that he voluntarily smeared back onto his face; he had completely forgotten to press mute, too lost in the illusion of being able to wash you with pleasure.

“I’m so close, fuck,” you panted, voice strained. “Just like that, oh please don’t stop…”

Spencer could feel himself nearing the edge as well. He rutted his hips with wild abandon, wanting to reach his peak at the same time as you.

He pressed his hand tighter against his mouth, trying to stifle the little grunts low in his throat. What he would give to feel you squeezing around him, too lost in all the pleasure he could give you.

He would worship every inch of your body, memorizing every single reaction to see what you liked best. Could he ever be so lucky?

“W-where do you want it, baby?” Aaron rasped.

“Inside me, please,” you pleaded. “Don’t pull out.”

He heard the exact moment that you unraveled, your moans were a melody he never wanted to stop hearing. He was so close, so fucking close…

But then suddenly, he heard a rustle, followed by a gasp.

“Oh, shit…” you hissed, and there were more rustling sounds on the other end of the line. “Spencer?”

And just the sound of you saying his name finally undid him. As he was seized in ecstasy, he spilled all over the pillow, biting hard on the lace fabric of your panties. His movements became jerky as he rode out his high, but soon his movements stopped altogether.

His head swam from the intensity of his orgasm, and it took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in once more. His entire face flushed with shame at his auditory voyeurism.

But on the other hand, a part of him was still thrilled at the whole thing.

“Spencer, are you there?” He heard you ask as he stifled his panting breaths.

“I don’t think he heard anything. You can probably just hang up,” Aaron said.

"Right." you answered your partner before a closing door could be heard, it was very possible Hotch had gone to take a quick shower, leaving you alone in the room. You didn't hang up right away, instead your voice lowered to a mere whisper "Spencer, if you're there, could keep this a secret? I'm very sorry you had to find out like this. I will explain everything tomorrow, but please, please, don't tell anyone. Love you, good night."

'Love you' was the best thing that could have come out of your mouth that night, second only to the spill of his name as you came, of course, but he wasn't that lucky.

He looked down at the mess he had made, evidence of the embarrassing situation he had gotten himself involved into, and yet, not a trace of regret could be found within Spencer Reid.

Why would it? The tune of your delight was engraved in his mind, the faint taste of your arousal tingling on his tongue, and the picture of your bare body seemed to be the only thing amiss. But, overall, how could this be anything but a strike of luck?

That's what he told himself, that was how he lied to himself. But this was a very dangerous game Spencer was playing, and for one simple reason: he wasn't playing in the flesh.

Therefore, it would never be enough. Not unless he had you to himself, unless he was able to be better than Hotch.

#no title this time cus i be angry at tumblr #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner x reader #in a sense #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x you smut

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barrenclan · 5 months

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the little tykes electric chair raz image is more relevant than ever

Corvyd on the PATFW discord made this drawing, and they wouldn't stop spamming it at me after the issue released.

#ask #anon #fanart #in a sense

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lepitorus · 6 months

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I SAW IT

#my art #in a sense #i sewed everything besides the purple shirt!#fnaf movie #springtrap #my face #asked bonnie if they wanted to be tagged and they said “let's keep it a mystery”#fnaf

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punkitt-is-here · 29 days

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hey I have a question for folks! Thinking of digitizing some of my sketchbooks and putting them online as PDFs for my patrons; is this a good little incentive to anyone?

feel free to comment i wanna hear whatcha thing :D

#my posts #shop stuff #in a sense

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denjidenjiji · 2 months

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Ruce Duvall you have me cry8ng and screaming over you. I hate you

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zarla-s · 1 year

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How do you decide when to use Spamtons little speech quirk and what to have him say? Your writing for him feels so natural!

Spamton’s speech pattern is surprisingly tricky! It has a lot of weird little things to it, haha. I’m glad you think I’m doing a good job though. :D Generally I try to keep in mind a few things for him...

Spamton misspells things a lot, but not always in the same way (with exceptions). He also likes substituting numbers for letters, usually in words that get caught in a spam filter to try to get around it but not always. ( [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation?]], NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING AB04T! , SOMEONE LEFT [There] SOULS, [Lyeing Around......] , YOU FILLED YOUR [Inventorium] WITH [Half-Pr1ce Sallamy], AND THE [Number on theB4ck]!, [Unforgettable D3als] , [Pr3mIUm luxjerry w4tch] )

When Spamton takes over the narration or influences it, he still misspells things. (CONGRULATIONS YOU ARE THE 100th VISITOR!!! )

Spamton is bad at tenses and mixes them up a lot. This is one of the most endearing things to me for some reason, haha. ( I'M SO [Proud] OF YOU, I COULD [Killed] YOU! , I HAVE [Becomed] NEO. , MY ESTEEM CUSTOMER, THAT GUY [Steal my look]!! OKAY, MAYBE HE [Steal]ed BACK WHAT I TOOK FROM HIM, WE WILL ALSO [Divorced] )

He messes up pluralization or grammar related to it at times. ( HOTSINGLE, 100 CUSTOMER, AN [Valuable Item])

He actually swears a fair amount but it’s usually censored. ( YOU'RE [$!$!] RIGHT! , DEALS SO GOOD I'LL [$!$$] MYSELF!, [$!?!] THE PRESSES! )

His capitalization in his bracket words/phrases is inconsistent and he spells things wrong in them at times as well. He usually capitalizes the first word though. ( [[A LimiTed Time Only!]] , [[Designed BY The Classics]], [[ Sucbscrube ]] , THEN [[WHY]] GO TO A DUMPSTER!!! , YOU'VE GOT THE [[LIGHT.]] , [ succumb to the worm ], SO HAVE I GOT A DEAL THAT'S [sweet Sunday creme] TO ANY SELF RESPECTING [Ball Nut]! , [fluffey] , [Pracitce]).

His capitalization in general is kind of all over the place. ( LIGHT nER! HEY-HE Y HEY!!!, THat'll be 1997 KROMER., ENL4RGE Yourself, I USED TO be A BIG SHOT. , I WOn'T FORCE YOU. , It's still DARK... SO DARK! )

He gets the verb in sentences wrong at times or has too many/too few words in a phrase. ( HEAR THOSE [Balloons]???, [Cool down with a]!!!, [Wake up and the smell the] MY DEAD CARCASS!!! ) His grammar also gets wonky, especially with the tricky homophones like your/you’re or their/there/they’re. ( YOUR A BIGSHOT!! , WELL LET THIS BE A [Email] , SHOW OFF YOU'RE [Big Shot] )

He sometimes doesn’t finish a sentence at all, or leaves a blank space. ( BUY [KeyGen] FROM ME AT [The Low Low Price Of] , MEANWHILE I CAN [sneak out the back] AND, [Hurry now]!!! [Blink] AND YOU'LL MISS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! , THAT'S WHY THEY'RE COMING TO [kill] ME RIGHT NOW. THEY'RE COMING TO ). Sometimes he just says one or two words or sentence fragments. (MONEY NO, KEYGEN) He likes repeating unfinished sentences as well, usually when he’s worked up about something. ( THE MEN INSIDE WOULD THE MEN INSIDE WOULD , I'LL GET SO. I'LL GET SO. )

He uses periods to emphasize certain parts of a sentence and sometimes he just leaves brackets or carets or other punctuation in his speech. ( YOU'RE LIGHT neR< AREN'T YOU? , GO BACK. AND PUT. THE DISK. BACK. WHERE YOU GOT IT. ).

Sometimes he has spaces in the middle of words or in the wrong places ( DID YOU HAVE AN YMORE?, I'M A SALESMAN , ). Sometimes it’s just a mess in general ( DOESN;T IT?KID? ), and sometimes he likes to combine words ( [HonestMan] , [handsomeGuy] ).

My general approach to this is just to keep any typos I make while doing his dialogue lol.

He drops out of caps usually when he’s scared or thoughtful (not accounting for after his battle), and usually when he’s thinking about Mike.

A fair amount of his substitutions are vaguely threatening or allude to some kind of violence or suffering. He mentions death, dying, and screaming a lot, usually in unexpected contexts ( PRICES SO LOW, EVERYONE I KNOW IS [[Dead]]!!!, VACATIONING IN [Burning acid] , NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY! ).

Sometimes these threats are relevant warnings if you know what he’s up to ( TAKE THIS DEAL AND YOU WILL [[Die]]!! IT'S THAT GOOD!!!, [Die Now] AND I'LL THROW IN [50] [Bullets] FOR FREE!, THIS IS [One Purchase] YOU WILL [Regret] FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! ). There’s always a sort of “off” vibe to him that makes him feel a little dangerous.

As an aside, Spamton talks about people beating him up a lot.

He likes turning phrases about refunds into non-refunds, haha ( [No Money Back Guaranttee] ). He’ll sometimes just admit outright he’s trying to scam you ( HOW'S AN INNOCENT GUY LIKE ME SUPPOSED TO [Rip People Off] , [What's yours is mine] AND [What's yours is mine]. ).

He’s extremely excited and shouting almost all the time, so he very rarely has only one exclamation point about anything. Usually it’s three but it can go higher. Just go ham on the exclamation points lol.

[[Hyperlink blocked.]] is a tricky one. He does use it a lot, but the context for it is hard to pin down. Usually it relates to things like souls, what it is that’s controlling him or what it wants, or how exactly he wants to escape it. Other times it’s sort of privileged or secret information that would be caught by a filter and blocked, or it’s some scammy thing or another that’d be blocked for user safety. Usually it’s something that someone wouldn’t want the player to know.

He does use sales pitch, adspeak, or internet slang substitutions a lot, ( [Friend Request Accepted] , [[Anything You See On TV!]], [[Workout-Ready Body]], [Luxurious Basement Apartment] , [[Pass My Savings Onto You!]] ) but not all the time! A lot of his substitutions are single words, usually on an odd tangent to the original word or just unusual in general ( [Deep Abyss] , YOUR [[Ant-sized]] [[Rapidly-shrinking]] LIFE!! , [Wacky Stacks] , [Little Nipper], LIKE MANY [buzzing] AND [burning] CREATORS, GET OUT YOUR CYBER [skin wallets] ).

Sometimes they’re just a normal word in the sentence ( YOU GOT [Guts] KID!! , [Part] OF MY BEAUTIFUL [Heart], LOOK IN MY [Eyes] LOOK IN MY [Nose] LOOK IN MY [Mouth] ).

I tend to think about his substitutions a bit like the Orz, where a substituted word has alternate or deeper meaning than you’d think BECAUSE it was substituted. By [LIGHT], did Spamton literally mean light, or does light have another connotation to it he’s adding that’s not clear? I like thinking of the substitutions adding a potential multiple meaning layers to a word, haha. Maybe he can’t help it, or maybe that particular word is hinting at something more...

He can say full sentences without any substitutions in them, but they’re rare ( WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!? , YOU'RE LEAVING!? WHAT ABOUT MY DISK!?!? , TOO MANY EXCESS VACATION DAYS?? TAKE A GOD DAMN VACATION STRAIGHT TO HELL, I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAD! MY LIFE ADVICE! , BUT KRIS, IF YOU REFUSE. THAT'S YOUR CHOICE. I CAN'T FORCE YOU.). Interestingly, they often involve him saying he can’t force Kris to do something, something he says over and over and over. He seems very preoccupied with it.

#deltarune #spamton #walls of text #asks and answers #meta #in a sense

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