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what the lady wants || javier peña

warnings: hmmm. what isn't here, am i right? exhibitionism. vouyerism. oral (male receiving). anal oral (female receiving). anal. fingering. public nudity. squirting. anal creampie. this is honestly one of the dirtier things i have written in a LONG while.

misc: tagging @ambassadortotrilliusprime as always, but also, i'd like to dedicate this to @darkroastjoel. it is late BUT better late than never. i hope you enjoy it. as always, divider by the talented @firefly-graphics

summary: javi seeks you out hoping to change your mind about an assignment you volunteered for. things escalate. quickly.

You eyed Javi with a look of anger, a look that sent the blood straight to his cock. A smile formed on his face as he thought about that temper of yours and just how much he enjoyed fucking you when you had that anger swirling in your belly.

“Tu eres una perra grande, Peña.”

A deep seated chuckle worked out of him before he knocked the rest of his beer back, looking at you with all the lust he was feeling, “Your spanish has certainly improved, mi amor.”

Your fingers loosened on the neck of your beer bottle, suddenly having very little interest in the drink. Instead, you scoffed at him, “Why the hell are you fucking here right now? Fucking christ, we aren’t at work and you’re absolutely killing my fucking buzz.”

“There’s the dirty mouth I love”- Javi winked at you as he said it, another laugh escaping him as you slapped the empty beer bottle from his hand and it shattered into pieces on the ground -“maybe I just enjoy the sights around here, bonita. Not exactly looking like the uptight agent you like to make people think you are, are you?”

You felt his eyes traveling over your curves, fully on display with a low resting fluttering skirt and a cropped top giving way to that toned stomach he remembered licking his way down on multiple occasions. Those deep brown eyes came back up and noticed the thin bra you wore beneath it thanks to the bumpy lace pattern and the faintest outline of your nipples showing through the fabric of your shirt. Then your hair was down, all wild curls and soft waves to the middle of your back rather than the tightly pulled back ponytail you typically wore. Eyes soft and hazed with the touch of alcohol in your system, his smile lingering at the sight of your normally plush lips pulled back and thin with your anger. He might as well try his luck. He leaned over to meet you and lowered his voice, “I’m just wondering where you’re hiding your gun?”

You pushed him back, “Yeah? If I tell you, can I shoot you with it cabron?”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like th”- you drew short, trying to reign in your anger. Peña had always been infuriating. It was definitely worse after you slept with him though. Then everything came forward and you realized you were sleeping with half the fucking country by extension. Your affection fizzled out hard and fast. The type of person you were? You were not okay with being a random lay. And that’s all you were to him while the two of you were together. So you asked again, “Why are you here Peña?”

Javi tapped the bar to signal to bring another over to him. As it was handed over he took a long swig before considering how to answer. He’d heard about the job you volunteered for. You wanted to go undercover as a prostitute at one of those damn parties. And immediately after what happened to Helena. God, he was already guilty over what happened with her. To think of you ending up the same way? Oh the thought drove him mad, “To tell you not to do it.”

His eyes only showed truth, his face falling way to an emotion you couldn’t quite pin, “Not do what?”

Javi felt anger flash through him, “Don’t play the role of stupid when you’re probably the smartest woman I have ever met. It’s not flattering.”

“Well, don’t play the role of protector when you’re the least attached person I’ve ever been with. It isn’t flattering, either, Peña. I’ll be fine, truly. Shouldn’t your attention be on Helena?”

Javi groaned internally. He’d fucked up on many levels when he slept with Helena while seeing you, but fucking hell it gained trust from Helena and he gained valuable information so he wouldn’t take it back even if he could. But fuck. He’d loved you, and thought you would understand since the two of you were chasing the same goal. No matter what. He cradled your face with one hand, his other carding through your hair as he spoke up, “If any part of you thinks that I didn’t consider myself attached to you mi amor, I clearly wasn’t showing you enough attention.”

You felt yourself sink into his touch. How could you not? Then you thought of his words from earlier, “If I want to go undercover Javi, then I’ll damn well do it.”

Javi sighed, “As anything but a whore.”

“Well fortunately for me, you don’t really get a say, do you?” With a look of defiance that couldn’t be missed, you took his beer from him and took a sip before walking back out to the dance floor with the bottle in hand. You weren’t going to let him ruin your plans with his controlling mood.

Meanwhile, Javi ordered another beer and lit up a cigarette. Those dark brown eyes swept over you on the sparsely crowded dance floor. He watched the way your hips picked up the rhythm of the music, the way the muscles of your stomach contracted and rolled, drawing his eyes to those amazing tits of yours, the curve of your raised arm pulling his sight up to the beer you held in hand above you like a prized possession. Then, as you turned to the rhythm the wild spill of your hair pulling his eyes back to that fucking ass of yours. Taking a sip, he spoke to no one save himself, “Those work clothes are a fucking tragedy.” He put his beer down, “Fuck me.”

Meanwhile, you turned your back to him because you couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you. As your hip rolled, you felt the warmth of Javi’s hand blooming along your stomach as he embraced you. You were about to object when he moved with you and you felt his cock grind into your ass. Instead, your objection turned into quiet submission. You tried not to think about the smug fucking grin that would be on his face either. But it had been so long, and that little bit of heat that just bloomed in your belly? It was delicious. You wanted to indulge it.

Javi took your submission and ran with it, pulling you tightly to him, making sure to follow your lead and move with you. His breath fell hot on your neck as you heard him groan out, “Still the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

A laugh escaped you, the breathiness of it giving way to just how he was affecting you, and you shot back, “S’that right? Could have fooled me.”

Then, right there on the floor, the people dancing around focused on themselves, Javi rolled his hips to grind into you as his hand moved up and fingers pinched at your nipple through your shirt. His teeth scraped along your neck and you shuddered.

Your rhythm stuttered and Javi bit at the top of your shoulder before speaking again, “There is no fooling you, mi amor, but I’d love to show you once again. If you’d only let me.”

Your mind was clouded. It really had been too long. In fact, there hadn’t been anyone since Javi. You could feel yourself growing slick as you thought about it, about him. The way he filled you was exquisite. It was partly why you hadn’t moved on. After all, how could anyone measure up to him? Quite literally. Javi must have taken your silence for wavering, which it was, because he pleaded against your ear, “Please fucking let me.”

His hand was still grasping your breast, fingertips occasionally brushing your sensitive peak as the two of you continued to move to the music. As Javi pleaded, his hand tightened and you nearly fell forward to give him more, a moan escaping you but hidden by the music. Though, Javi heard it. His tongue ran over the sensitive spot of your neck as he continued kneading into your flesh. As he sucked hard on your neck, you moaned out, “S-show me.”

His hand immediately let up as his mouth kept teasing your neck. It wasn’t lost on you that his hand kept venturing down until it rested right at the waist of your skirt, pinky and ring finger below the fabric and against your skin. Your hips slowed and Javi tsked in your ear, “You don’t get to slow down until I say, mi amor. I love you too much like this.”

Your eyes flew open as you realized what he intended, only to be met with the realization that he moved the two of you while you were dancing so that you were facing a corner. Still though. It was so exposed. You grew even slicker. But still, despite your excitement, you tried to speak up, “Javi, righ”-

You heard his teasing voice, “No. I have to have a piece of you before you change your mind.”

His hand slipped further, his other fingers finding home beneath the waistband of your skirt. As he came into contact with the patch of hair above your pussy he pulled on it, making you hiss in pain, “Such a dirty little puta you are. No pretty little panties? Scared that greedy little coño would make a mess of anything you decide to put on?”

You shook your head, a gasp escaping you as he pulled again ever so lightly. He chuckled darkly into your ear, “So when I sink fingers into you and stretch you out, it’s not going to make a mess of my hand? Because”- his fingertip trailed along your wet, puffy lips -“I think you’ll be begging for more, even if it’s not from words.”

As you went to speak, his middle finger sank into you as his hand cupped your mound. His thick finger felt so good inside of you. As he pumped it in and out, your arousal coating him, his free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you dancing for him. You were panting within moments. Your lust quickly took over, soft mewls escaping you and fading into the music. Javi smiled victoriously, pulling his finger out and moving his hand to stroke your clit with his saturated finger and you pushed back against him with a jolt or surprise at the contact. His middle finger kept stroking you as he asked huskily into your ear, “Maybe after I’ve fucked you senseless, I’ll play with this perfect ass you’re teasing me with. You always did like that, mi amor.”

“Oh god”- he was barely doing anything in the grand scheme but it felt so good, and you were so close so quickly. You hated the word that came out next. You hated it because it meant he won but you couldn’t help yourself as you begged -“please.”

You heard the two words you’d heard so many other times, and you braced yourself as he whispered “my pleasure” before sinking his middle and ring finger deep inside of you. He was right. Your greedy pussy took them with ease as he started crooking his fingers, hitting that deliciously sensitive spot you loved so much. Your head fell back and his mouth captured yours to swallow the sounds you were making. You could feel yourself nearly weeping around his fingers and you moaned into his mouth as he slipped a third finger inside of you, stretching you further.

To anyone behind the two of you, you looked like you were slowly dancing, caught in a passionate embrace. Javi was working quickly because he wanted you to cum like this for him: in public, his fingers buried in you, you moaning into his mouth as his tongue tasted you after not having you for far too long, creaming on his fingers before he fucked you filthy in the closest alley. You were a lot of things. But innocent and pure wasn’t one of them. Not when you were with him, anyway.

Soon, he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers and he ripped your orgasm from you as his thumb messily worked your clit. Your free arm tightened around his neck, the other joining and causing the crash of broken glass from the beer bottle you’d been holding as your body spasmed against his front. He returned the moan as he felt you squirting all over his hand. Then again, you always did like a little touch of exhibitionism. Though, this was the most exposed either of you had ever been.

Javi slowed his fingers before eventually pulling out and taking his hand from your skirt. You broke the kiss and opened your mouth just like you used to, taking his fingers and licking them clean before he spun you around and claimed your mouth again, tasting the sweetness of your pussy on your lips like the drug that it was. His hands were in your hair, pulling, claiming, holding you. You broke the kiss again, just to ask the words he never thought he’d hear you say again, “Wanna get out of here?”

The two of you didn’t make it very far as you pulled him into an alley right around the corner and kissed him again. Eager for him, your fingers unzipped his pants and reached through to feel the silkiness of him. He hissed at the contact before commanding, “Hold my gun for me, bonita.”

You reached around and took his gun from the back of his pants and yelped with excitement as he lifted you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. Backing you up against the wall, you felt the sting of brick as you collided. Javi quickly finished getting his pants undone before pulling himself out and sinking you down on him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he drove into you. He didn’t kiss you to keep you quiet so you cried out. He let out a laugh as he pulled all the way out and slammed into you again to get the same reaction. Your free hand clung to his hair as you moaned, full of him, “You feel ‘s good ‘s I remember, Jav. Please”- a desperate, needy sound escaped you as he bucked up into you again -“fuck me so good.”

“Well, what the lady wants…” he teased as his hips snapped up again.

Except this time he didn’t slow down after.

He was relentless as he drove into you, your moans joining the filthy sounds your pussy was making for him as your arousal kept building. It wasn’t until someone walked up that either of you thought about the noise, though. A man, maybe in his thirties, came to check out the source of the sound. Javi was too busy telling you how much he missed you, missed the way your pussy felt wrapped so tightly around him, how he’d make you feel so good you’d never be able to think straight again, and the way he planned to ruin any other man for you. Your eyes opened in a lustful haze to see the man standing maybe fifteen feet away, tucked into the shadows, stroking his cock to the two of you.

The idea of this stranger watching you get fucked senseless by Javi made your orgasm come on much quicker and you moaned, “Javi, m’gonna cum. M’so close.”

Javi knew from experience what that meant you wanted and his hand pulled up your cropped shirt and pulled down the lace of your bra, so eager to please you he ripped the material. He didn’t linger on that though as he quickened his pace and at that same time kneaded into your breast again, pulling harshly on your nipple to give you that touch of pain that you always loved. You cried out, “Oh fuck…”

He fucked you through your orgasm, telling you how pretty you looked and how good you felt cumming on his cock like his favorite little whore. It wasn’t until your pussy spasming on his cock slowed that he pulled out and grabbed your chin to make you look at him, “I love that look you get when you’re so fucked out you can’t think straight. I’m gonna put you down now and when I do, you're gonna kneel for me and open that pretty mouth, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement and unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

He smiled softly as you kneeled before him, opening your mouth and suddenly feeling emptier at the sight of his cock covered in your cream and slick. He leaned over to pull up the other side of your crop top and pulled down on your bra, commenting, “It’d be a crime to not see those perfect tits of yours. Now”- he stroked his cock as he stood back straight and you watched as his precum leaked from the tip -“I’m ready to feel that mouth of yours again, sweetheart.”

He let go of his cock, heavy with his arousal, and watched as you quickly grabbed hold and sucked on the tip first. The salty taste of his precum mixed with you was heady and you instantly remembered what you loved about this. You took more of him into your mouth and hummed in approval as he licked his fingers clean from stroking his cock.

Your hand stroked from the base of his cock to halfway up where it met your mouth and his head fell back in satisfaction, “That’s it baby, show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

His words of praise mixed with his sounds of satisfaction urged you on to take more and more of him until you were nearly to the base and gagging on him, pulling back. Javi rolled his head back up and grabbed hold of your hair at the scalp before commenting, “It’s been a minute since you’ve had so much in your mouth, hasn’t it? Let me help you.”

He guided you back so that his cock was pressing at the back of your throat, and you resisted your gag reflex as his large hand wrapped around your throat and massaged it, “Open up for the rest of me.”

With a sound of pure satisfaction, he gently edged the rest of his cock into your mouth until he was fully seated and your eyes were pricking with tears.

He slowly pulled back and rocked his hips forward and set a slow pace. Eventually, he let go of your throat and both hands were pulling hard on your hair as he began fucking your mouth. As his pace quickened, he smiled down at you when he saw your scarce mascara was smeared from the tears, “Poor”- a grunt escaped him- “baby” -another grunt as he thrust harder that time- “girl.”

He settled for the harder pace and continued on, “Taking me so good with the pretty fucking mouth.”

Your saliva dribbled down your chin as he continued using you. Using your fingers, you swiped at it and pulled up your skirt to ride your own hand for some sort of friction or satisfaction. Everything about the way he was looking at you, fucking your mouth, praising you…it had you absolutely feral for more of him. When he looked down again, Javi nearly growled with a feeling of possession. You were his, and he was yours. He teased you, “Like I said bonita, greedy little coño.”

That’s when Javi heard it. The guy who had been watching. He let out a bit of a grunt as he came. Javi shoved your head back down on him, holding you there as he commanded, “Hand me my gun.”

You held the gun up and as soon as your hand was freed your nails dug into his thigh in protest to how he held you down. He let up and you were left gasping for air, strings of spit keeping you connected to him, and he pointed his gun at the man, “Sal de aqui! Rapido!”

The man didn’t even get himself tucked back into his pants as he stumbled away, cursing. A laugh escaped you and Javi looked down at you, a rueful grin on his face, before he joined you in laughter, “We may have gone a little overboard, mi amor.”

He helped you up and you fixed your bra and your shirt. You looked down at his cock, still heavy. Grabbing hold of it, you smiled, “Still” - you turned around to face the wall, looking over your shoulder at him with a smirk - “it’d be a shame to waste a good time. No?”

As you stuck your ass out, Javi lifted your skirt up and stared in admiration. That was until his hand came down on the flesh. The sound of it was loud and you immediately yelped, sighing in contentment as he rubbed the tender spot. Then again. And again. He’d rub the tenderness away, and then a little bit harder. It wasn’t until your flesh was a bright, beautiful red that he knelt behind you and spread your ass cheeks. When his tongue came into contact with your tight little hole you let out a gasp.

Minutes passed and after his tongue had relaxed you, you felt his fingers swipe at your still needy lips before prodding your ass. You bit your lip to smother the sounds you were making. This felt more private, and you did not want to draw attention. He pulled his fingers away and spread your cheeks again, smiling at the fact that you were the slightest bit more opened up before spitting right onto your hole and using his thumb to press at the tight ring of muscle. Before long, you were taking his thumb as he pushed it in and out of you.

After a few moments he spit again and again as he continued fucking your ass with his thumb, pushing the spit deeper inside of you and once you were comfortable he took his thumb out and fingered your messy pussy with his ring and middle finger before taking those to your ass. As he settled into you, he spoke with adoration, “Every inch of your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”

When you didn’t answer, your moans taking over, his free hand came down on your ass hard before he spoke roughly, “Answer me.”

“Yes!”

His fingers came out of your ass and you missed the fullness until he stood up behind you and lined his cock up with your hungry pussy. He bottomed out into you hard and fast, “Do you have any doubt now, how attached I am to you? Every ounce of missing me you experienced, I can promise you I felt the same tenfold. Now, let’s get you cumming on my cock so I can take and fill that ass, alright?”

His fingers found your clit and began rubbing as he kept fucking you and you very quickly hit your high, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with the angle he was at. You called out his name, and for God, and he pulled out with your pussy still spasming and clenching for him.

A cry of pleasure ripped out of your mouth as he began to push his cock against your ass, slowly taking you. He was the only one that ever took you like this and the emotions of having him once again rushed over you. The words fell from your mouth before you could contain them, “I missed you Jav. Fuck I missed you. I love you.”

A smile appeared on his face at your confession, perfectly timed for when he bottomed out. He kissed your neck and that tongue of his fell on that sensitive spot again as he slowly rocked. You groaned at the fullness and he whispered, “Tight little hole is still all for me, isn’t it?”

As he started reclaiming your ass, his hand worked around to your front and his thick fingers filled you and you nearly wept as you answered him, “Yes, Jav. Y-YES! All”- you came around his fingers with how full you were and he moaned as your perfect ass squeezed him tighter - “it’s all for you. I’m yours!”

“Tell me, mi amor, tell me you’re not gonna take the job. That you're not gonna”- Javi’s other hand came up around your neck, “Tell me you won’t go that far. Tell me the woman I love won’t- that y’won’t- oh fuck me, gonna cum in that perfect ass. Fill you up like- m’like all the other tim- FUCK!”

His shoulders tensed as he bottomed out, holding himself there as his cum shot out in hot thick ropes and filled your ass just like he promised. As he slowly pulled away and out, his warmth inside of you a comfort as your skirt dropped, you turned to face him. Your eyes looked shrewish as you studied him, “You love me? Really?”

A smile spread on his face as he lit a cigarette, “Yeah, yeah I do. Besides, you feel the same way about me.”

“Mmm, you know…it’s a shame that you smoke these disgusting things, Jav.” You reached up and took the freshly lit cigarette out of his mouth before throwing it down and stepping on the embers. A small smile lit up your face as you added, “If you could drop it, you’d be nearly perfect.”

Javi studied you before adding, “Come home with me. I want to wake up to you again. Fuck you in the sunlight. Let the waking world know just whose dick you love.”

You held back a laugh before slowly nodding your head, “Yeah, yeah okay. Besides, you have a nicer bed than me, mi perra grande. And um, I'll talk to the captain, Jav. I'll tell him I need more time to consider it.”

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vmpiires · 18 days

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﹆₊吸血鬼‧₊˚ TOLD HER BABY I EAT HUMANS, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ you encountered the famous vampire hunter. wc, 2.27K. dark mode recommended.

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␥ tags. vampire AU, half-vampire vampire hunter!choso, female anatomy, blood, light smut (?), etc. lmk if i missed anything

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the cathedral stood tall and imposing, its intricate stone façade glimmering in the moonlight. each stained-glass window depicted a different biblical scene, casting colorful patterns on the ground below. inside, the soft murmur of hushed prayers from the townspeople reverberated through the halls, creating a serene ambiance. but choso's purpose for being there was not to pray.

his heavy footsteps echoed through the cavernous halls as he made his way through the dimly lit crypt, guided only by flickering candlelight. the musty smell of ancient bones and earth filled his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine.

choso cut an imposing figure, his tall frame draped in a black cassock that nearly fell to his ankles with black pants underneath. a matching mozzetta hung from his shoulders, fluttering in the air as he walked, adding a sense of solemnity in his presence.

his black boots were sturdy and well-worn, a testament to the countless hunts he'd been on over the years since the church recruited him. his black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, letting his bangs hang just above his eyes, revealing his pale skin. and his violet eyes were piercing, they seemed to glow with an inner fire.

across the bridge of his nose, a blood mark stood out, a stark reminder of his vampiric nature. a battle he waged within himself. around his neck hung his rosary, a symbol of his faith, which he wielded as fearlessly as any weapon.

the hunter's struggle with his vampiric nature was a constant battle. despite his determination to suppress his undying thirst for human blood, he could still feel the deep-seated urges simmering beneath the surface. he likened it to a constant humming in the back of his mind, a temptation that was always there, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

it took every ounce of willpower to resist the pull of his instincts. choso had finally developed several coping mechanisms over the years, from meditation and prayer to sheer force of will. but still, the thirst lingered, his mouth suddenly going dry at the sight of a human and the distinct smell of their blood, imagining the flavor.

as choso continued to make his way through the crypt, his senses remained on high alert. he could feel the weight of silence, the chill of the stone walls, and the oppressive air of the tomb. but what captivated his attention was the scent of human blood.

his steps faltered as a sudden wave of hunger washed over him. his fangs ached to sink into soft flesh, his body craved the sweet taste of blood. he closed his eyes, willing the thirst to subside. he couldn't afford to lose control, not here.

the hunter's body was tense, his breaths shallow and controlled as he focused on calming himself. he reached for his rosary, the smooth beads cool against his skin, a symbol of strength and protection. in his mind, he conjured the faces of those he had sworn to defend - innocent men, women, and children who relied on him for their safety. with each bead he passed through his fingers, the hunger that threatened to overtake him slowly began to subside, leaving behind a hollow ache in its wake.

choso's eyes snapped open as he sensed movement in the shadows once again. he whirled around, his hand instinctively reaching for the blessed dagger made from his own blood at his hip. that's when he saw you, the human he had been sensing, huddled in the corner of the crypt.

for a moment, he was struck by your vulnerability, your fragile humanity. but then his gaze was drawn to the pulse beating in your neck, the blood flowing beneath your skin. he felt the thirst rising again, stronger this time, harder to resist.

choso took a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours. he could see the fear in them, the knowledge of what he was. he felt a sudden shame, a revulsion at his own nature. but still, the hunger gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the character he tried to suppress.

he stopped a few feet away from you, his body trembling with the effort of resisting the urge to feed. "what are you doing here?" he growled, his voice low and threatening. "it's not safe down here...not for someone like you."

the man's gaze flickered around the crypt, taking in the dusty tombs and the eerie silence. choso's mind was racing, trying to piece together how you had ended up in such a place. had you been lured here by another vampire? or did you sneak in?

he took a deep breath, trying to center himself. "you need to go," he said, his tone firm. "now, before you get into some trouble." even as he spoke, he could feel the thirst rising again, reminding him of the danger he posed.

silently, without another word passing between you and the hunter, you swiftly exited the cold and dusty crypt, choso’s mozzetta fluttering behind him as a draft flew by him. your footsteps echoed through the dark tunnels as you made your way back to the main floor of the church, leaving the solitary hunter behind in his thoughts.

the smell of damp stone and old incense filled your nostrils as you ascended the stairs, anxious to escape the unsettling atmosphere of the crypt. finally, you emerged into the warm light of the cathedral, relieved to be once again surrounded by familiar surroundings.

choso watched you go, his body tense and coiled like a spring. he didn't relax until he heard the soft click of the crypt door closing behind you. only then did he let out a ragged breath, his shoulders slumping in exhaustion.

he sank to his knees, his head in his hands. he felt drained, both physically and emotionally. he had come so close to losing control and biting you, to becoming the thing he had sworn to fight against.

the male stayed like that for a long time, until the muffled sounds of footsteps in the church above finally spurred him into action. he stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. he knew he had a job to do, and he couldn't let his own weaknesses get in the way.

choso looked like a fallen angel, his pale skin glowing in the light streaming through the stained glass windows the following morning. the nuns fussed around him, their adoration plain to see. but his mind was elsewhere, lost in thought.

he sat in the pews, his gaze fixed on the ornate ceiling above him. his white collared shirt open, revealing a hint of his toned chest. his hair was tied back as usual, but a few stray strands had escaped, framing his face.

his thoughts kept returning to the events of the night before, to you, the human he saved. he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about you, something that set you apart from the others.

he closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. he needed to focus on his mission, on his duty as a vampire hunter. but your face kept intruding on his thoughts, your fear and vulnerability etched into his memory.

choso's thoughts were interrupted by movement at the sound of the church doors opening. he turned his head, his gaze instantly drawn to you as you walked down the aisle in his direction.

his eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a jolt of something he couldn't quite identify. you looked different in the daylight, your features softened by the warm sunlight streaming through the windows.

as you drew closer to choso, your steps faltered, and your eyes showed a mixture of uncertainty and genuine gratitude. but he could also see the fear in your gaze, knowing the potential danger he posed to you with his presence. his sharp features were set in a stern expression, adding to the tension between you both. as you stood before him, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken understanding of the risks involved in this encounter.

with a deep inhale, he attempted to steady his racing heart and regain control of his emotions. "i distinctly remember warning you to stay away from this place," he started in a rough, gravelly voice. his eyes narrowed as he scanned the intruder standing before him. "what are you doing here?" the air seemed to crackle with tension as his words hung heavy in the stillness of the abandoned building.

you instinctively took a step back, feeling the weight of choso's presence and the depth of their emotions. "i needed to see you," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "i wanted to say thank you for what you did last night."

the words hung between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. the air was thick with tension as you waited for his response, uncertain of how he would react to your thanks. despite the distance between you, the intensity of your feelings bridged the gap and connected you in that moment.

you leaned in, your voice still barely above a whisper. "but i wanted to ask you something," you prompted. "in private." your words hung in the air, creating a sense of mystery and intrigue. the soft glow of the sun peering through the window illuminated the faint outlines of your face as you waited for their response.

choso looked at you, his expression unreadable. "no, there's no time for that," he said firmly. "you need to go before something happens and you need to stay away."

with your chin held high, you stood your ground. "no," your voice was shaking but determined. "i need to talk to you. it's important."

the hunter hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. he knew he needed to protect you, but he also couldn't ignore the urgency of the situation. "fine," he said finally, his voice tight. "but make it quick."

with a firm grip, he snatched you by the hand and urgently led you into an empty room, away from the curious eyes of the parishioners flooding in. as soon as the door slammed shut, choso wasted no time in closing the distance between you. his breath was hot against your skin as he leaned in close, his dark eyes burning with intensity.

choso’s voice was filled with urgency as he spoke. it echoed off the stone walls and reverberated through the dark room. "what is it?" he questioned, his eyes searching yours for answers. "what could possibly be so important that you would risk your life to come here and tell me?" the tension in the air was palpable as you hesitated before revealing your question. every word was like a fragile thread that could unravel at any moment.

the question had been nagging at you since the moment you left the cathedral. "how come you didn't bite me when you saw me?" the words escaped your lips before you could even think about it. choso turned to look at you, his widening with surprise at your query. "why did you decide to let me go instead?"

your tone was curious, almost amused. you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what made him spare your life when he could have easily ended it right then and there. the air around you felt heavy as you stood before the hunter, awaiting his response.

choso hadn't expected you to be so direct with him, so perceptive. but before he could answer, he felt his mouth go dry with thirst rising within him, more powerful than it had ever been. he took a step towards you, his violet eyes glowing with desire. he knew he shouldn't, aware that it was dangerous, but he couldn't resist.

"because..." he whispered, his voice strained. "i couldn't."

without thinking, he closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours. the kiss was hungry, desperate, fueled by his desire for blood and something else he couldn't quite identify.

your body stiffened in surprise, but then you found yourself melting against him, returning the kiss with equal fervor. for only a moment, choso had forgotten about everything except for the taste of your lips and the thirst welling up inside him.

choso lifted you with ease and gently placed you onto the cleared desk in the room. his lips traveled from yours to your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin and occasionally nibbling on it, leaving a trail of marks behind. each touch sent shivers down your spine and your pulse quickened as you let out quiet moans, struggling to contain your growing desire.

the sensation of his warm breath on your neck only added to the intensity of the moment. the room was filled with the scent of passion and anticipation, as bodies pressed together in a dance of pleasure. choso's hands roamed over your body, igniting every nerve with his touch.

the sensation of his warm breath on your neck only added to the moment’s intensity. the room was filled with the scent of passion and anticipation, as bodies pressed together in a dance of pleasure. choso's hands roamed over your body, igniting every nerve with his touch.

while his lips pressed against your neck, you felt a sharp pinch on your skin, followed by a faint slurping sound. choso's mouth and shirt were now stained with your blood, causing your eyes to widen in shock. before you could even process what had happened, he pulled away and kissed you again with an urgent hunger, his actions more desperate and forceful than before.

you could feel the warmth of your own blood mingling with his saliva as the taste of iron filled your mouth. the intensity of the moment sent shivers down your spine, both from fear and a strange sense of pleasure that you couldn't quite explain.

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⭐ Memories of friendship ⭐

(ID: Kirby series fanart, Childhood Friends AU, featuring young Dedede, Meta, Para Dee, and Bow Dee hanging out and interacting in various cute and silly scenarios. More detailed descriptions and bonus headcanons under the cut. END ID.)

Just a buncha li’l guys. The littlest of lads. I could literally fill pages with all the wholesome slice-of-life nonsense I have in mind for these kids (and maybe the smallest touch of angst, too, but that’s for later). Also might’ve made DDD’s overalls a little brighter to match his coat in the future. Also made refs for Para and Bow.

UPDATE 03/11/24: Added a few misc. details.

Sketches started btw 11/23 and 12/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 01/07/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/23.

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Top-left: Meta carrying DDD by his hands and lifting him (with great difficultly) into the air (probably only a few inches off the ground), the latter laughing happily and kicking his feet, the former grimacing with effort and flapping his little wing as hard as he can.

(HC: Even at a young age, Meta is built more for dexterity than strength, and DDD isn’t exactly as light as the rest of his buddies - not that it stops either of them from doing something dumb in the name of a dare.)

Top-middle: Meta and Para holding open a large book between them (the image of Planet Popstar on the cover), reading and discussing its contents (as indicated by a wall of blue and green “Blah”s behind them), while Bow (slumped on Meta’s side) and Dedede (reclining back on Para’s side) are both fast asleep from boredom.

(HC: Needless to say, Meta and Para are huge nerds, often seen checking out half a dozen books at at time from the local library and finishing them before the week is out. Bow and DDD try to be interested, but they just don’t have the attention spans for huge walls of tech jargon and dusty old history.)

Top-right: Para floating with his parasol (patterned the same green-and-brown plaid as his bowtie), sweating and kicking his feet wildly, looking down in terror; Meta hovers nearby on his wings, looking on in surprise at his panicking friend.

(HC: Despite his proficiency, Para rarely uses his parasol for anything besides keeping himself dry in the rain. He is deathly afraid of heights and has gotten himself stuck in trees more than once thanks to his buddies’ daredevil antics.)

Middle-right: Bow - angered by something off-screen - furiously kicking and flailing about, her face red with rage, as DDD casually holds her up off the ground by the top of her head, looking annoyed and bored.

(HC: It doesn’t take a lot to set Bow off. Despite her tiny size, she can be an absolute terror when she’s upset about something, and the boys know this well. DDD is often the one to hold her back when she gets too rowdy, a role he’s not particularly thrilled to have. Stars help anyone in her line of sight if no one’s around to calm her down.)

Middle: Meta and DDD sitting side-by-side, the former in a rare excitable mood as he fidgets and chatters on about all kinds of things (indicated by several word bubbles with images inside, including ice cream, swords, bats, planets, stars, rockets, and Galacta Knight’s mask); DDD listens with surprising patience, a fond (if somewhat exasperated) smile on his face.

(HC: Meta is usually a very quiet kid, his silence filled by DDD being his typical boisterous self. Sometimes, though, when they’re just hanging out by themselves, Meta will find an opening - usually provided by DDD - and go off on tangents as random and hyper-focused as his more talkative buds. Not many people get to see him this animated or comfortable, and DDD - who’s seen them the most - cherishes these moments, even if it’s embarrassing to admit.)

Bottom-left: DDD dashing to our left, a determined grin on his face, as his friends ride Piggyback on his back - first Meta, wings out and free arm waving in excitement, then Para, clinging desperately to Meta with a look of panic on his face, and finally Bow, hanging off of Para and laughing merrily.

• (HC: DDD is always dragging his friends into one crazy scheme or another, usually at a full-tilt sprint and without much forethought beyond “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Meta is often swept up in the excitement, too curious and eager to learn to worry much about danger. Para is the embodiment of “I don’t know about this, guys…” but too lenient to really stop them. Bow will literally follow the boys off of a cliff as long as there’s fun to be had.)

Bottom-right: Bow, DDD, and Meta sitting in the grass surrounded by butterflies (their bodies black and wings white with dark edges, save one in the back with yellow wings rimmed in orange and red). One lands on DDD’s beak, and he pokes at it curiously, staring cross-eyed. Bow trembles behind him, staring at the butterfly in watery-eyed terror over his shoulder. Meta tilts his head to look at her with an expression of bemused concern, a butterfly settled on his foot.

(HC: Bow will tell you she isn’t afraid of anything. In many cases, this is true. She will routinely stare down threats ten times her size and promise to beat them up on the spot before someone more rational pulls her out of harm’s way. But, if there is a bug anywhere in her immediate vicinity, she will absolutely run for the hills. DDD used to tease her about this, hiding bugs in his hands to scare her. He stopped as soon as she started panic-smacking him.)

#veins art #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #original character #oc #kirby oc #my ocs #para dee #bow dee #AU #childhood friends au #leetol guys #who let them be so small?#(I did. it was me)#veinsfullofstars

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Misc. Headcannons as a little treat and also cause I'm bored. (Most are region based!)

Hyperlaser tends to like writing as a coping mechanism. He keeps everything in a single storyline in a book that will forever stay a work in progress. ^ All it is is him putting his life into a different perspective. Most of the time I feel like the book would be pretty boring, just a day after day after day kind of thing. Noticing the little patterns around him, noting down what he eats, how he rested, etc.

All demon horns, if expressing strong emotions, can emit sparks and/or electric currents in the direction of growth. These sparks are harmless and are more of a pulse of light if anything. ^ if strong emotions are felt and the demon has injured/broken horns, the sparks/electricity can escape through the injury, and depending on the severity can cause a sparkshower. ^ these sparks also crackle like static electricity, while the glowing pulse going up the horn(s) is a faint hum. (This is partially inspired by horns glowing when the Phighters phinishers are ready, though when that happens it's kinda like when you go into a rage in dnd. A bunch of built up power erupts and the horns pulse so fast they look like they're glowing)

And now the faction headcannons!

BlackRock is a tourist attraction most of the time! With the mountains and valleys, it tends to feel a lot like Banff National Park in Canada. ^ tons of expensive as hell food, shops, ect all meant to trap and drown people.

Blackrocks economy is the worst out of all the factions. Many people have to eat only a few times a week, and when they do, it almost always tastes like gasoline and/or dirt. Of course, with the tourist traps, no one knows unless they move there how bad the cuisine is. They probably steal recipies from neighboring factions.

All of Blackrocks labs are built into the largest mountains, the only way in and out being the massive steel doors.

BlackRock was of course named after the mountains in the region, which are made out of a slick black rock. The most common tourist souvenir is a piece of this rock from the mountains.

there's of course the more mountainous places in BlackRock, but most of the population resides in the center of the faction which is protected by the mountains surrounding the massive city like a bowl. ^ this city resembles downtown japan and New York times square, but x100 more busy and advanced in their technology.

this city tends to only be visited by the tourists who are dead set on going, as it's not very tourist friendly with its inhabitants and the stores are more than expensive. Their cornerstores arent even that good either.

BlackRock doesnt celebrate anything, and is more secluded when it comes to their culture.

At playgrounds center is just an urban town, always resembling one of those classic movies based in the 1970's/80's. ^ the outskirts of Playground is a massive and dense forest system, where plenty of secrets are held. Most of them are hideouts though.

Playground is a heavily community based faction, and it doesnt have many big cities. The capital is one of the only cities, and even then many still prefer the towns and neighborhoods scattered across the faction.

There's also a few large lakes around the faction, so beach culture is a fairly big staple.

Playground doesn't usually celebrate a lot of things as a whole faction, and more rather everyone has massive parties and celebrates with their own family and friends. Party-hopping happens quite a bit because of this

The thieves den is the second most visited faction, and the calmest of them all. A permenant fog covers the ground, giving it an almost eerie feel, though it fluctuates with the weather.

Community is also a fairly big staple, though it's more in business then personal connections. ^ there is plenty of farmland and tons of street markets open almost all the time.

The Thieves den, without much competition, easily has the best cuisine out of all the factions with all the freshly grown and harvested ingredients, along with talented chefs.

The capital of thieves would most likely look a lot like those old chinese towns, but I wouldnt be suprised if theres a bunch of Korean inspiration in there as well.

Festivities are not very common, but when they do happen, Theives den goes all out with some of the most light and decoration crazy celebrations. Most times the capital holds it, and almost always it ends up being the whole city decked out to celebrate.

The theives den also has plenty of bars and pubs/hotels scattered around the faction, and they all reside fairly close to each other.

The lost temple is the driest faction of the four, residing in small towns around a massive desert, usually based around water pools and oasis.

Most of the buildings are made of sandstone and chiseled with delicate details.

Of course the church of the true eye resides somewhere in the capital, most likely hiding behind a different name.

Lost temple is probably the most menacing faction specifically for how uneasy the air around it is. Naturally theres some very nice and safe places and experiences to go to, but if you take a wrong turn it's very easy to end up in the wrong side of town.

markets are also fairly common, every other street has at least a few stalls up daily.

the more populated areas are definitely a little more "yee haw cowboy" esque, having taller buildings and such.

#phighting #phighting!#phighting roblox #phighting headcanons #phighting headcannons #hyperlazer phighting #phighting hyperlaser #hyperlaser #hyperlaser phighting #lost temple #Theives den #blackrock #playground

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scaryman-fancam · 5 months

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REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - How he handles his affection - implied violence/canon typical behavior - undefined reader relationship

- Revenant is by no means a romantic individual. You won’t be receiving flowers or chocolates, or many gifts at all for that matter. He won’t write you poems, he can’t write much about his feelings anyway. Instead his affection manifests in an obsessive way. His experience and skill set as a perfect murder bot come in handy when it comes to you. He follows you and watches oh so carefully, soaking in every detail of you, memorizing your body language. He teaches himself your patterns, your reactions. You are living, by no means entirely predictable, but he becomes so familiar that he *craves* your reactions and interactions, even if they’re anticipated. He’ll call you over, and internally screams at the bit of nervousness in your eyes as you approach him. You give a smile to mask your apprehension. You don’t look directly at his eyes, kind of to the side. *He anticipates all of it.* He’s so familiarized with your routine that every time you act out your mannerisms and personal social routine, it’s like a dopamine rush, if he still had that.

- He has a lot of trouble processing his feelings. He’s so used to being angry, programmed to channel that rage into violence and destruction. So used to his feelings ultimately ending in his hands bloodied, the thrill of his successful hunt coursing through his circuits, hardly even a disillusion of a man, only a horrible shadow of a beast. When he’s suddenly instead filled with a warm, fluttery feeling and a distinct thrum of infatuation, he copes the only way he knows how. He spends hours in the firing range, tearing targets apart with his bare hands (claws?) when the sound of bullets hitting the metal no longer satiates the feeling. The poor thing becomes overwhelmed, you have him in such a precarious situation. He is practically throwing a tantrum, reduced to thrashing and attacking the targets, the ground, screaming, clawing, overheating. It’s been so long since he’s been human, he can hardly remember how he coped with these feelings before.

- His tummy butterfly induced tantrums bleed out into the games as well, especially if you’re on his team. Ten times the merciless murderbot he normally is, if he weren’t restricted to guns and grenades, surely he’d tear straight into the enemy team with his bare hands, a brutish and carnivorous display of what he’d do to keep you his team alive. The games wouldn’t be aired live if he got to act out on what was nessecary to burn off the excitement of the feelings you gave him, but the second you’d congratulate him on wiping out that squad, with that sweet little twinkle in your eye, that sound of triumph, he’d need to do it all over again. He’d flick you on the forehead, or give you a shove as he walks past to a death box, “Too early to celebrate, skin suit. Still 5 more squads left.”

- He would often think about how you’re just a living flesh bag. The thought alone would excite him if it were anyone else, but this undeniable vulnerability and fragility of your being has him on edge. In the games he has to remind himself that you’re always a revive away if something happens. There’s a respawn beacon nearby, he can get you back. But outside the games? All of the lurking has become both his favorite pass time and his self proclaimed purpose. If he’s caught? “I’m keeping you safe, skin bag. Never know who’s lurking around the corner. After all, you didn’t see me coming, did you?”

#apex legends #implied violence #revenant #revenant apex legends #revenant headcanons #revenant x reader #canon typical violence

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

#second language #language #learning #rory gilmore #smart #tips

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counterfeitphantoms · 7 months

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misc phantom thoughts...

Phantoms feel. gooey? almost. they aren't scaled or anything, or solid (completely). of course this varies type by type; and a heavy phantom may be closer to oobleck (so they feel soft if you slowly push them but when they're slamming onto the ground its like 500lbs of pure mass)

the "fuzzy" phantoms (as described in-book) feel like how mold fuzz feels

electricity isn't something all phantoms have! the kings canonically lack it, but so do heavies (and maybe certain spiked phantoms)

they talk through electricity, though. like that it's own language. they have a verbal language too, though (the weird growls/laughs we hear from them in adventures sometimes)

phantoms can be patterned but generally it's hard to see when they're not under some sort of light. the patterns are minimal, though, and dark in color

#jamblr #aj #animal jam #aj phantoms #ramble #i forget proto phantoms are made from candy in canon?#but yknow what. no they arent i reject that theyre just baby phantoms #also tentacle arrangement varies from individual. type isnt the only factor #6-8 is the common range in terms of amt of tentacles though

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n7punk · 8 months

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She-ra (2018) Con-Exclusive Merch & Giveaways

I'm assembling a master post of all officially-produced merch for the SPOP reboot, but it's focused on information. I have a separate post focused on promotion-exclusive items, and this post is dedicated to detailed information for the ambiguous middle ground: con exclusives. Some of these were given away and some were for sale.

If I get additional information on any of these specific items, I'll edit the post to add it, but if I find anything new then it'll go in a reblog addition as I've hit the image limit on this post.

Sometimes you have to click photos to see full images, as many are cut off due to varying dimensions. Any [x]s will lead to the source of the images, usually secondhand listings that will eventually become defunct. I use the best photos I can find.

Pins/Buttons:

The buttons (first two images) were at NYCC in 2018. [1st] [2nd].

Han Cholo sells a lot of pins on their website, but the four on the right were exclusive at SDCC one year (concept photo in the final reblog here, this post chain in general has a ton of photos of She-ra merch from a mix of sources). [3rd]

Misc:

A foam tiara (2 photos) and a (seemingly foam and plastic) flat sword were at NYCC 2018 & 2019 and SDCC 2019. [2nd], [3rd]

There aren't any good photos and I'm at the image limit anyway, but there are pictures in the final reblog here of knee-high socks that were given out at promo events (possibly cons) and in reviewer/influencer promo packages. They're patterned after She-ra's uniform and have a cape on the back. Any details on this would be appreciated if you know them.

Temporary tattoos (far left) and stickers (middle left) were at NYCC 2019 and maybe also Power-Con. Coloring sheets and hair ties were at either NYCC or Power-Con. The coloring sheet is watercolor with paint squares provided at the top of the sheet. I believe the hair ties came in three colors (purple, pink, and blue) and the long post* has good photos of the pink one. If you want to look at approximately ten pixels, this listing has all three colors. [1st] [2nd] [3rd]

Bookmarks were available at SDCC one year and likely any other locations that had the books (Power-Con, etc). [x]

Collector card sets featuring 16 of the characters were given out at cons, possibly SDCC 2018. First image is the front of the packaging, second is one of the cards, and the third is the back of the package. [1st] [2nd] [3rd]

Posters:

Buckle up, this is the final, longest part. Posters were at many conventions and some designs may have been available at multiple cons. I mostly want to catalogue the designs here and will list a con just when I know it. Most listings online are of fan reprints unless otherwise specified.

The first four (left to right) were available at SDCC 2019. The 4th & 5th are the front and back of the same poster, which was probably also distributed at places like Power-Con or wherever they sold the books (since it's a Scholastic poster). [4th] [5th]

Here are clean social media uploads of the 2nd and 3rd image. The 2nd was also the cover image for season 3 and the front of the DVD for seasons 1-3.

The character mini prints in the bottom right [6th] seem to have been given out at multiple cons. They were probably at SDCC (year unknown) and/or Power-Con (year unknown). The collector card designs roughly followed their design pattern.

All three of these were at SDCC WonderCon. The first was 2019 and the second was probably 2018. The 3rd was supposedly at 2023 but was (probably) 2018 unless they still just had a bunch of extras laying around. WonderCon also had a variant of the 4th poster from the SDCC section above, but I can't find good photos of it and there's going to be a third variant of it further down too, so at this point I think you get it.

The first design is the cover image for season 2.

The first was probably at NYCC 2018. The right two were given out at a NYCC 2019 panel, as well as sent out with an exclusive statuette to family bloggers to promote season 4.

The first design is the cover art for season one. Its design was also used for a shopping bag at Anime Expo 2019 (photo in the final reblog here). The second one is the cover image for season 4.

Distribution currently unknown (if there ever was one). The second image is the cover for season 5. I'll edit on the distributions if I happen to find them, but I'm fine with what I've got here. I could have missed one or two posters, but since their distributions mostly amounted to handing out flyers, they're hard to find.

#merch #words and things #god i'm a lunatic #a little of this ground is being retread from the long post but I had to get more organized about this #by ''cover images'' i mean those are the cover photos dreamworks uses on its website for each season #and thus were likely created specifically to promote them and might have been covers on netflix at some point too #i lost the link for the first she-ra crown picture oops lol #it was from an archived ebay listing anyway #spop meta

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various designs ✿ by gyomori8 on ig

#acnh #acnh design #acnh custom design #acnh pattern #animal crossing #type: custom design #ground pattern #stone path #path #misc ground pattern #yellow #floral #planks #wood path #stall #misc stall #blue

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conalnghing · 5 days

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An Acting Snail religion post because i wont be avaliable for the the next week:

Misc. Info

The Acting Snails believe in 3 main gods:

The God of the Skysea, in charge of the Skysea (ofc) more info on this in this post:

The God of Tubers, in charge of everything under the ground and especially tubers like potatoes, yams, cassava, and to some extent ginger (which may not be a tuber idk)

And the God of Snails, which is in charge of procreation and organisms in general.

This time, were going to focus mainly on the God of the Skysea. They are the creator of both the Net and the Great Opaque, (details in the post i linked before) which they must expend some concentration to maintain.

If either fails, a great disaster will happen. If the Great Opaque fails, the souls will rush into the world below and fill every object with life, even normally inanimate ones such as rocks and corpses. If the Net fails, the souls will escape to outer space above, and every organism born after that will be soulless.

Soulless plants will have plasticky, waxy and unnaturally green leaves, and their fruit will be oversaturated but tasteless. Soulless animals will be unconcious and unmoving, and their eyes glassy like a corpse. The only sign of life is their heartbeat and breathing. However, if they are fed and hydrated enough, they will age and die just like the normal animal.

But anyways, more on the God of the Skysea:

The God of the Skysea

Heres a traditional depiction of them:

As you can see, they are made of fog and air, and fog is constantly flowing out of their nostrils, mouth (creating the trunk like thing in the picture) and pores on their skin.

The spirally-maze patterns on them are an abstracted depiction of wind, a common pattern in art depicting the God.

Their most notable feature is their 8 arms, which they use to constantly maintain the world. The story goes that 2 of their arms are dedicated to searching for rifts in the Great Opaque, 3 dedicated to maintaining the Net, and 2 dedicated to grating magic to the people, leaving one arm to themselves.

Their tenples and their worship

Here is a stele dedicated towards the God of the Skysea:

The stele is made of volcanic rock, mined and carved by artisans on the Southern Islands I mentioned before.

The first thing you might notice is the use of 3 colors on the stone: orange, light orange and dark red. The actually reflect the importance of different carvings on the stone.

First, the orange is a pigment of yellow ochre. The spirally, maze-like patterns from before are drawn in orange, and a hand also made with yellow ochre. This is the hand of the God of the Skysea, reaching out from the clouds to help the devotees who offered this stele to them. This pigment is of least importance, as it is easily found, prepared and can be rubbed off easily. So, it is normally used to draw patterning or images used to inform other people reading what the purpose of the stele is.

Second, the blood red pigment is made of either hematite or red ochre, mixed with tree sap. It acts like a glue more than a paint binder, so the patterns must be drawn onto the stele fast after the ground hematite is mixed into the sap. In this particular stele, it is used to draw a picture of a cloudy sky (the {{{s represent abstracted clouds) and rain falling from it, and is used to make it clear what the devotees hope the God of the Skysea does: bring rain for their crops and drinking water. This pigment is of secondary importance, as it is a bit rarer. The red color and metallic smell also play a part in it, as it is similar to blood, considered as a holy substance granted by the God of Snails during birth. (this is not true. Blood is created by bone marrow just like in our world, but it is a cultural holdover from ancient times.) It is used to draw important images used to clarify what the stele is for to the gods reading it.

Third, the light orange pigment is a mixture of ash and yellow ochre, mixed with water and pressed into carved grooves in the stone. On this stele, it is used to write the words:

God of the Skysea (lit. Skysea God)

This sentence is used to indicate the recipient of the stele.

The next sentence says:

The light at the end of the dark passageway, the God of the Skysea (lit. cave light Skysea God)

This sentence is used to praise the God a little, to make them favour the devotee sending the stele a little more.

The next sentence says:

Give us (lit. give me all)

The "me all" part of the text is a compund word that means "us". It's use is to tell the God of the Skysea what the devotees want.

The nest sentence says:

Potable water. (lit. food water)

This sentence is used in conjunction with the picture in red, to clarify what the God of the Skysea should bring down.

The last character is:

Written message. (lit. carving)

This character is used to clarify that it is not supposed to be read out loud, and insead read by using clues from both the pictures and words.

hope you guys liked this short religion post before another geography one!! byeee

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simtinee · 9 months

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Pink Teen Loft Bedroom

This is my first build so please be kind. Gallery ID: @simtinee

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This is tiring. I'm done.

Cheats i used:

bb.moveobjects on; bb.enablefreebuild

Shift + [ Shift + ] Ctrl + 9 Ctrl + 0 Alt (for free movement)

Non-CC Items from the Base Game:

Simple Single-Panel Door

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misc. temple headcanons

all temples have a main room (the boss fight room, for context) with lots of constantly lit candles (by followers) and a ritual circle in the center. this circle is important for the bishops to fully unleash their eldritch forms, as they cannot fully transform without a massive blood sacrifice. and they all have branching rooms, full of stuff. there's at least a room for offerings, a room for sermons, and a personal work/relax room.

-it's a nightmare to navigate leshy's temple - tree roots, vines, all kinds of plants grow everywhere in it. leshy is pretty adept at swiftly weaving through all the clutter, but for followers and his siblings, it's a hassle. he is forced to make a clear pathway so his followers dont get frustrated trying to get in the main enterance. - he often bonks his head trying to dig into his temple, he isn't quite strong enough to dig through stone in his normal form! he can still use his bishop warming power through it, but that isnt nearly as fun - leshy has a massive arboretum. it branches off into different climates to house all kinda of flora from all regions of the old faith (except for stuff that only exists in the afterlife, because its impossible to get those)

-heket's temple is very rustic - cottagecore type vibes, autumn cottagecore. the floor is always a bit damp because of how anura is. small mushrooms sprout through the cracks in the stone and moss/lichen is very common (though i should note, the moss/lichen in anura is yellow/orange in color, rather than green). there's also lots of clusters of tadpole eggs. if youve ever seen anura, it's pretty difficult to not notice the massive amount of (large) eggs everywhere - she has a large dining hall attached to a ballroom-type area she holds festivals in. the dining hall is available for any follower at any time, but they get crowded during times of celebration. the kitchen is very strict access though

-kallamar's is elaborate - he loves detail. lots of patterns and fossilized shells are carved and embedded in the stone, small crystals are painstakingly arranged to create shimmering displays of color. seaweed is constantly trimmed, but it always seems to grow back in there. everything is clean, cracks are patched up, stone battered by the current are sanded down, whole nine yards. if youre wondering how candles are lit here, same magic that lets non-aquatic followers live in anchordeep - he has a room of collected sea creatures, mainly shrimp and small fish, but the room also has pillars for barnacles, urchins, sea stars, the like

-shamura's is dusty - cobwebs are everywhere, because spiders are everywhere. its very gothic, lots of dark architecture and dark colored materials. paths free of dust are made where followers tread the most, but otherwise, dust is allowed to collect. there's a network of cobwebs at the top for spiders to navigate above the ground - there's library, of course. it's full of various books, art, and scrolls from all periods of time, some followers work on creating copies of especially old texts, so when the paper weathers and rots away, its information is still available. this area is a restricted space, and a follower would need shamura's direct and explicit permission to enter and work there

-narinder's is dusty... for a different reason - not many enter the temple of death. white, red, and black curtains drape the ceiling. a few camellias grow, but they grow wildly, as nobody maintains them. unlike the others, this temple does not have additional rooms. anything else narinder needs is in the afterlife with him. strangely, a plant from the afterlife, wicked pomegranate, can grow here. this is because: - the temple is a direct gateway between life and death. it's an eerie feeling being there. mortals cannot access the gateway, but gods can. they need to be careful, though, as life cannot be supported there for very long. slowly, they will lose their life and no longer be able to leave (unless they have narinder's blessing)

#note from the sky #headcanons #not an ask

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Misc: The Coast and Cave

((Sorry, no pictures, my recording messed up))

Boc said he was going to a cave on the coast to recover his sewing supplies, but that was a while ago. Granted, we didn't exactly agree on a meeting place, but I was starting to grow worried.

After my brief crisis of reality, I found a road down to the shore. A troll seemed to be patrolling, and he could keep doing that as far as I'm concerned. No business of mine.

On the shore proper, I saw a flash of light moving across the ground in a fixed pattern. I tried to swing my sword at it, but it took a little while to get the timing right. The light only showed me where it'd just been, not where it was now.

It was one of those scarabs I've seen around. I've gotten some flask refills and ashes of war off of them, but never really paid much attention. Can't think of a reason why a stamping sweep technique would cause the scarab to become invisible, so I'm not gonna worry too much about what this one means either.

Someone built a campfire on the northern end of the shore. One of those mounted mercenaries, just staring out to sea. When I got closer, I saw a dead long-neck. Scratch that, looks like the long-neck built the fire and the mercenary just stole his lunch. I returned the favor and moved on, with a bit more food in my pack.

Fought a giant land octopus, which is something that exists here. Met one of Kalé's kin, hiding out under a ruin arch. But then I reached the end of the shoreline, at a giant waterfall. More like a deadfall, given how many broken boats and barrels rested down here.

Then there were the skeletons.

My first fight with the undead since getting here. I quickly learned that they would get back up if I didn't make well and sure they were dead. Smacking them while they were on the ground seemed to work, but it's easy to get distracted and forget to finish the job. I wish I could have gotten a good look at them, as they seem to be wearing some unique armor, but as soon as they're truly killed, they crumble into dust.

That wasn't my only problem. There were Piles of rotten blood and bones that were nearly immune to my sword and my spells. Thinking quickly, I thrust my torch into them and that did the trick. Are these undead that didn't fully form? Maybe too rotten and jumbled up to make a real body.

Having reached the end of the road, I doubled back to find Boc's cave. Wasn't too hard to find because this time I was ambushed by a mob of his demi-human kin. I can see why he didn't fit in. Most of them aren't nearly as urbane as the elegant Boc. Savagery is no match for skill though, and I'm very skilled.

They sure did a number on Boc. Poor guy was barely clinging to life, and all over some needle and thread? He tried to warn me about going deeper, but I couldn't let this one slide.

After clearing the first room of the brutes, I felt a presence, like there was someone else standing here, but somewhere to the side, in a direction I couldn't point to. I called out, and he answered.

Didn't have much time to compare notes, since the boss room was right in front of us, but I got the feeling we were here for different reasons. He kept looking towards the end of the cave, like there was something there only he could see.

The Demi-human camp was ruled by two chieftains, so we each took one and my wolves dealt with the stragglers. At least, that was the plan. I take back what I said about savagery being no match for skill. These were tough customers who kept me on my toes. I barely had time for spells. (Note: Memorize the pebble spell) Istvan fought with one of those strange pole-swords I've seen the mercenaries use, but through it he channeled some strange purple magic that sucked enemies in. After nearly getting gutted by the chief, I let him handle both of them and instead just pelted them from a distance.

Once the chiefs were dead, he didn't stick around to chat either. I wonder what he was looking for? Regardless, I got what I needed. Once I showed Boc his sewing needle, he lit up and I could almost see the life returning to him. Just to be safe, I honed my sewing skills on some of his wounds. He took it like a champ and let me keep the kit. All he wanted was that needle.

Questions:

What was Istvan searching for?

Where did the skeletons at the bottom of the waterfall come from?

#elden ring lore #elden ring #in character #in character blog #in character post #elden ring rp #elden ring oc #elden ring tarnished #let's play

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Australian fakemon: regional variants

Another post in my series of fakemon for the Goorda region based on Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand (but mostly the former). This time I'm showcasing three regional variant lines. Previous posts: birds, early game standards, misc, misc, starter variants, starters.

First off is Goordan Tangela, the Seaweed Pokemon, grass/water type. The Tangela in Goorda moved into the water and replaced their vines with seaweed. They are predators that use their feet to cling to rocks at the bottom of rivers and extend several strands of seaweed upward. Anything that touches the seaweed will be wrapped up and dragged down. Children in the Goorda region are warned to avoid patches of seaweed while swimming.

Goordan Tangela evolves to Muldrowk, the Seaweed Pokemon, grass/water type. Now capable of swimming and having adapted its feet into hands, Muldrowk has become the apex predator of Goorda's rivers, enough to even force Sarviyip (see starter variants post) out of their territory. Boaters in Goorda are taught to avoid seaweed patches as a Muldrowk can easily drag a small boat to its doom. Nobody knows what is beneath its seaweed pelt, but anything pulled in is never seen again.

Goordan Tangela and (especially) Muldrowk are based on two mythical creatures of Australian aboriginal folklore: the muldjewangk of the Ngarrindjeri people and the yawkyawk of the Kunwinjku people. These are creatures said to lurk in the river and are sometimes described as mermaids or mermen with seaweed for hair. The muldjewangk is viewed as a more malevolent creature that attacks boats and lure children into the water while the yawkyawk has various magical powers and can be benevolent or malevolent depending on its mood. Muldrowk has a mermaid-like shape and both members of the line are seaweed-covered dangerous creatures that live in the river. Muldrowk's name combines "muldjewangk", "yawkyawk", and "drown".

Next is Goordan Ekans, the Snake Pokemon, ice/poison type. The Ekans in Goorda live high in the mountains where they had to adapt to the cold conditions. In order to move between peaks and over crags, they coil their bodies up and bounce like springs. They are actually faster when bouncing then slithering. The venom of a Goordan Ekans inflicts frostbite.

Goordan Ekans evolves to Soroboruo, the Snake Pokemon, ice/poison type. Soroboruo chases prey in the mountains by biting its tail and rolling downhill like a wheel at extremely high speeds. Sometimes they roll all the way down into the lowlands and have to make their way back up the mountain. The scales on its back have grown extremely thick for protection when rolling, which also increases their defense. A Soroboruo biting its tail has been used as a symbol of cycles or infinity.

Goordan Ekans and Soroboruo are based on taipans, venomous snakes found in Australia and New Guinea. The zig-zag patterns on them come from patters found on some species of taipan. Soroboruo is based on the hoop snake, a folklore creature first invented in North America, but which has spread to other places, Australia included. hoop snakes are snakes that bite their tails and roll around like wheels to chase prey. The symbol of a snake biting its tail is called an ouroboros and is used to symbolize cycles, infinity, and some other stuff. In keeping with the Ekans line's naming scheme, Soroboruo is "ouroboros" spelled backwards.

The last line for today starts with Goordan Carvanha, the Sand Fish Pokemon, steel/ground type. Millions of years ago, the desert of Goorda was covered with a shallow sea. When the land rose and the water receded, the local Carvanha adapted to swim through sand and soil like water and became powerful desert predators that attack from below in swarms. They incorporate iron from the sand into their teeth and fins to better move through the sand and attack prey.

Goordan Carvanha evolves to Goordan Sharpedo. Its snout has adapted into a giant drill that lets it rocket through the earth at incredibly high speeds. It is a powerful lone predator that will attack anything that crosses the desert and can sense vibrations from far away. Pokemon attacked by Goordan Carvanha can hide on rocks for safety, but Sharpedo's drill can crush through rocks with ease. Short of flying, there is no escape from a hunting Sharpedo.

There's nothing deep in the inspiration for these two. It's just "what if piranha/shark, but on land?" The idea of sand sharks is certainly not unique to me. The idea of a piece of land having once been covered by a shallow sea came from the fact that a large portion of North America, much of which is now desert, was once covered by a shallow sea called the western interior seaway.

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