#really just doing fucking whatever with the horn shapes

[dinoserious]

shade lord.. ooouugh ahhg the all consuming void

#sketch #hollow knight #shade lord #void entity #lord of shades #really just doing fucking whatever with the horn shapes #anyways. eating him (the radiance)

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Who Dares Summon Me: Human Vaggie & Charlie

Vaggie: (sitting in the living room of a piece of shit apartment and reading from a "demon summoning" book. the sound of gunfire and police sirens barely even registers to her ears anymore)

Vaggie: Okay, so I got the Pentagram, a goat (glances at two goat plushies she stole from a name brand toy store) Fuckers will live..... they make millions in a day.

Vaggie: Candles... (glances at the Bath & Body Works, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles)

Vaggie: And... blood.... uh.... (Looks at the bucket filled with water, corn syrup, red food coloring, and cocoa powder to help create a blood effect) Fuck... demons can tell the difference between real and fake blood, right? Dammit.

Vaggie: (cuts her finger with her pocket knife and lets] a few drops fall into the bucket) There. That should work. Now, let's see-

Lute: (comes out of her room half naked and throws a pair of panties at Vaggie) Yo, Vagina! Adam stole your underwear again as a prank, I guess. Here.

Vaggie: (gawks as she catches the garment and spikes it to the floor) Lute! What the fuck?! Can't you control your fucking boyfriend??? How did he even get into my room?! I keep it locked for that reason.

Lute: (grabs a beer out of the fridge, pops the cap off on the counter, starts chugging, and flips off Vaggie as she returns to her room for whatever round she and Adam are on)

Vaggie: Sick perverted sons of bitches... (turns back to the book) Read the forbidden script and make a pact. (Scoffs) Okay, edge lords. I'll give it a go.

Vaggie: (recites the script with some difficulty)

..........

Vaggie: (relaxes her back against the couch) Can't say I'm surprised. I literally bought this online for six-

-Fire tornado erupts from the Pentagram and burning red eyes stare down at Vaggie from the inferno-

Demon Charlie: WHO dares summon the powerful Princess of Hell- Oh, fuck!!! (Trips over the bucket and falls face first into Vaggie's lap, revealing that she is wearing a red dress with black thigh high stockings)

Vaggie: Jesus Fucking Christ!!!

Demon Charlie: (face still pressed against Vaggie's crotch) You have a very comfortable lap.

Vaggie: (grabs demon's horns and pulls her up so they're sitting in front of each other) You're actually a demon?

Demon Charlie: (blinks) Considering the fact that you're still holding my horns, I have this adorable little tail (waves her heart-shaped tail in hello), and I came straight up from Hell because of your summoning circle. Yup! (Sees the plushies and gasps) Oh! You even gave Razzle and Dazzle their own conduits! You're so sweet!

Vaggie: ...........Who?

Demon Charlie: Razzle and Dazzle! You know. My pets. It's written in chatper six, paragraph five, sentence three. (Snaps her fingers and the two goat plushies turn into two living goat demons with wings)

Vaggie: (scouring the book) What?!

Demon Charlie: (snuggling her boys) Also, I know you had to use a little of your own blood to make this work, which I promise to help heal that cut on your finger by the way, but Thank You So Much for just using fake blood! I always feel so bad when people actually use a bucket of real blood. I usually let my dad take those summonings.

Vaggie: (glances at the bucket rolling across the floor then back to the demon) Y-Youre dad?

Demon Charlie: Lucifer, the King of Hell. (Light bulb goes off) Oh! I never completed my introduction! I'm Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell and heir to the throne. Pleased to meet you!

Vaggie: Uh.... Vaggie.... I never would have expected the Princess of Hell to be so..... bubbly....

Demon Charlie: I get that a lot. Now! What can I do for you? How can I help? Do you need money? Power? A soul you'd like for me to devour?

Vaggie: N-No... nothing quite like that....

Demon Charlie: Oh, thank Satan! I hate eating souls. Most of them taste so bad!

Vaggie: Uh-huh.... Well.... I don't really have anything for you. I got bored and decided I'd try this out...

Demon Charlie: (disappointed) Really? But you sold me your virginity. Surely, there's something you want in exchange!

Vaggie: I'm sorry. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

Demon Charlie: Drop of virgin blood and (holds up Vaggies lavender panties) an article of clothing that covers your most intimate desire.

Vaggie: (silently screaming)

Demon Charlie: H-Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I'm still a virgin, too! (Under her breath) Not from lack of trying on other asshole's accunts, but still....

Vaggie: Ay, Dios mio!

Demon Charlie: Well, I can't take your payment until you come up with something you want, soooooooo! (Transforms into a human)

Charlie: (snuggles up to Vaggie's side) I'll just have to stay here with you until you come up with something!

Vaggie: (catatonic)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #chaggie #charlie #demon charlie #vaggie #human vaggie #lute #adam #lute and adam are assholes #demon summoning

[invinciblerodent]

a short and very incomplete list of some items that make me, a bisexual, unable to pay attention to whatever the fuck the characters are saying

The Potent Robe (and all the other robes in this style) on Gale. they make his shoulders go V. especially from a shorter PC's angle, where he looks tall and broad in addition to being just. so warm and infinitely kind, I mean come on now. Honorable mention to the jewel sitting right on top of his sternum and the intricate linework leading to it that just draws the eye to itself, so you kinda have to look at his titties.

The silly stupid useless hats that should not look good on anyone, but make Astarion's li'l ears go < >, and it's unreasonably good, especially when he like. looks up from under the brim and under his lashes like that???? no. this man? this man is wearing a be-tassel'd bucket on his head. how is he still charming. this should not work and he has no right to be charming like this.

The otherwise pretty ugly helmets that do nothing special beyond like adding +1 to STR saves and don't work on anyone really, except they Fuck Severely on Wyll, and Wyll only. this one? with his horns? it makes him look like some sort of gladiator, a wrathful Roman god of war and conquest, and what the fuck. i know just how polite and respectful he is, and the cognitive dissonance alone makes this weirdly hot.

This camp outfit. With these piercings. And this snarl. On Karlach, because seriously what the hell. No, really. What is this. She, and I cannot stress this enough, looks like every single woman I've ever fallen briefly in desperate, heart-consuming, life-altering love with at any rock/metal show, only red and on fire, which is. also hot. Look at the way the lines of that top frame the glow of the engine, and the metal accents match her vents and hair disk thingies, I mean come on. This look is that of a woman who could (and should) whisk me away on her motorcycle.

Ketheric's armor on Lae'zel. The shape language. The way the ridges of the teeth and the gold bit in the middle kind of mirror the edges of her ears. And the way the dark neckline meets and bleeds into the lines on her neck, and mirrors the lines on her face. The tarnished gold accents that match her complexion with the green complementing it so nicely. The power. The beauty. What a great look. A+. i'm doing whatever she says I should, which is a problem because she's literally asking me to make a deal with a devil.

honestly just disrespectful, the lot of them

#squirrel plays bg3 #slamming my hands on the table; yes i'm hornyposting #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #lae'zel of k'liir #i've yet to find something that makes me this rabid on shadowheart #but i was thinking about that cute blue v-neck top that reminds me of a butterfly #that's just very y2k hot chick and i'm very into that #but not THIS into it you know

[frankenkyle19]

🎃The Sweetest Treat Is You🎃

4.7k words! First Halloween fic! Spooky season is here people

warnings/description: Peter Maximoff x fem reader smut, Handjobs, begging, aphrodisiacs, sub peter, oral (fem receiving), p in v, peter making stupid jokes, per usual.

-What started off as an innocent enough night turned into a Halloween for the books. And who knew it only took Peter eating six cupcakes for it to happen. Well, not any normal cupcakes… But you’ll learn that soon enough-

You weren’t sure how he convinced you, but somehow the one and only Peter Maximoff had convinced you to go trick or treating with him. It was childish, and he loved it. You on the other hand acted as an actual adult, unlike the silver haired mutant. 

He’d gone as a skeleton, asking (more like begging), you to do his makeup. So you did, leaning over him for hours as you meticulously worked on his face and hands to get him looking like a real skeleton. When Peter looked in the mirror the squeak of delight he let out was nothing short of a noise an excited child would make. What a strange thing he was. It’s as if his body grew up but his mental age was no older than a 13 year old boy. 

No matter. Somehow, ridiculously, you still liked the man in front of you. No matter how childish and ridiculous he was most of the time. Everything seemed to be a game to him. He seemed so carefree, even when fighting villains and saving the world. You wished for that kind of peace in your life.

You had decided to dress up as something simple. You had gone to the store and picked out a little pair of red glittery horns and a pitchfork. You dug through your closet and came back with a pretty little red lace bra that would go perfectly with your idea. You then found some red leggings. Putting it all together along with some makeup made you look like the most stunning devil anyone had or would ever lay their eyes on.

Peter nearly choked on air when he first saw you, his eyebrows raising underneath the thick layer of makeup covering his features. Nothing hid the surprised look in his eyes though. You simply chuckled, shaking your head. You weren’t surprised, really. Peter couldn’t talk to girls, couldn’t even look at them. Which was pretty unfortunate considering if he actually had the balls to ask you on a date, you’d say yes. 

“Holyyyy mama.” He whistled, looking you up and down quickly before he respectfully returned his gaze to your eyes, which were dusted in a dark red glitter, matching your equally red lip. 

“You like it?” You quickly spun around for him, giving him the full look, and Peter was practically drooling. He blinked a few times, snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in, and gave you a polite smile.

“Uh duh-“ he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course you looked hot as all fuck. Anyone who didn’t think so was actually insane.

“Okay well how about you quit gawking and let’s get going, yeah?” You said with a knowing smile, watching as he brought his hands up in defense, ready to argue that he most certainly was not gawking at you, before he gave up. He was, after all. There was no use in lying to you.

You took his hand, careful not to mess up the intricate makeup of his skeleton hands, as you walked out of the mansion, into the brisk October air. It felt so nice, and even a little chilly against your mostly bare skin. Maybe you should have brought a few more layers. No matter, you hopefully wouldn’t be out too long. 

A few kids ran by, and thanks to your costumes, didn’t recognize the two of you. Peter was the more well known of the two of you, but you had powers as well. Were just as much of a mutant as he was, even if you didn’t think your powers were as cool as his. 

You felt at times that your powers weren’t as helpful as the others. You had umbrakinesis. In simple terms, you could control and shape darkness and shadows. So you always seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of darkness. You hadn’t even realized your powers for most of your life, only really discovering and coming into them in the past three years. That’s when you had met Peter, and being two of the youngest members of the X-men, you bonded quickly to each other, becoming an annoying, inseparable duo.

Peter’s smile widened as he watched all the children running around laughing, going from door to door, knocking. 

“Do you really think this is gonna work, dude? I mean you don’t exactly look like a kid-“ You gestured to him, a quizzical look on your face.

Peter turned to you and grinned “oh no- I didn’t want to go trick or treating, I just had to find a way to get you dressed up. For my little surprise.” Before you could even open your mouth to reply, Peter sped you away with a quick fwip.

You clutched onto him tightly, burying your face in his chest as he sped down the street before stopping in front of a house completely decorated in Halloween attire. 

He set you down, gently rubbing your back, making sure you didn’t get sick from the speed. That happened quite often, and that’s why you hated when he sped you around places.

You shot him a deadly glance before looking at the house, ears catching the sound of faint music from inside, along with the sound of chatter. 

“What is this, Peter?” You asked, hands on your hips as you turned back around to face him, a shit eating grin on his face.

“A partayyyy” He began to walk towards the front door, a pep in his step as he looked over his shoulder at you “well come on, we don’t have all night.” 

You could not believe it. A party? Peter knew you hated being in large groups, or around people in general. You were very much a loner and a homebody, so for him to do this? What the fuck was he thinking…

You slowly followed him as he opened the door, the music and chatter getting much louder now that the sound barrier had broken between you. 

“Peter I don’t-“ you tried to start, but Peter was already walking in, beginning to talk to everyone around him. That’s something you never understood. How he could just start up a conversation with anyone around him. 

You made your way into the house, looking down at your feet as you felt eyes on you. You didn’t like this one bit, but you were already here so you might as well try and have some fun… yeah? 

You made your way down the hall that opened up into a kitchen. The house was nice, modern and homey. The decor was nice as well. Cobwebs and skeletons hanging off of every surface, a bubbling cauldron of punch sitting in the middle of the counter. 

You grabbed a cup and poured yourself some, taking a sip. Your nose curled in disgust as you just as quickly dumped the rest of the liquid in your cup down the sink, throwing the cup into the trash can. It tasted like ninety percent alcohol with like… ten percent juice or whatever was in there. Gross.

You looked around and saw some chocolate cupcakes with little candy skulls on them. They looked good, but you weren’t in the mood for them. Later you’d be thankful that you hadn’t eaten any of them.

You grabbed a handful of pretzels to snack on instead, looking around at the people in every corner of the house. You liked to people watch, so you decided to do that for a while and maybe by the time you were done Peter would be ready to leave as well.

A breeze swept past you, making your hair fly around wildly. Peter. He had swiped one of the cupcakes and just as quickly zoomed out of the kitchen. What a little shit, not even trying to hide who he was or what he could do. Sure, he was famous, but didn’t he get tired of people constantly watching him? Following him? Asking for pictures and autographs? It made you thankful that you weren’t more well known.  

You didn’t see Peter for most of the night, only seeing him grab a couple more cupcakes here and there. Where did he fit all that? You’d be so stuffed, not to mention the sickening sweet feeling that would come with eating that many cupcakes. Good lord.

You noticed how hot it had gotten in the house, the smell of sweat and bodies making you nearly nauseous. Not to mention the amount of people just… Making out everywhere. With absolutely no shame. Just totally going for it. Gross.

You’d had enough at this point, and went off to find Peter, finding him leaned against a wall, talking to what looked like a group of frat boys who were basically throwing themselves at the chance to talk to the Quicksilver.

You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, smiling down at you like the idiot he was. His makeup had smeared around his mouth and he had the remains of however many cupcakes he’d demolished on his lips. You shook your head but couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“Can we leave now, Pete? It’s really hot in here and I’m feeling really uncomfortable.” You said, fanning your face as you looked around for an exit. Peter, sensing how uncomfortable you became, nodded almost instantly. You’d put up with enough for tonight. 

So he politely excused himself from the group of boys, telling them he’d see them around, before he followed you to the front door. An odd feeling was settling in Peter's stomach but he put it off as too many cupcakes. He had had almost six whole cupcakes, anyone would be sick after that.

You both exited the house, the sound of music and various chatter finally quieting. 

“And we’re walking. Normally.” You said before Peter could do anything stupid. 

He nodded, following after you as he looked you over once more, a heat forming in his belly as he began to get hot. Very hot. Unnaturally hot. He shrugged it off, trying not to think too much about it.

Jesus.. had you always looked this hot? Have your lips always looked this kissable? Peter felt like he was losing his mind to his own urges and he wanted to punch himself. What was going on with him?

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing in worry. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, making his skeleton makeup smudge and smear across his face, the intricate design long gone by now. He looked back at you with such intensity that if you didn’t know him so well, would have scared you.

“Peter, are you feeling okay? You look like shit-“ 

“Gee, thanks dude that’s nice-“ he chuckled, wiping some sweat from his bro, the face paint rubbing onto his arm. He grimaced a bit, his head spinning and all his eyes could seem to focus on, was you. Everything else faded out of focus, blood rushing to his ears as he stared at you hungrily.

You knew something was wrong the moment you laid your eyes on him after walking out of that party. You just didn’t know what was wrong. But you’d soon find out.

“Peter- Peter c’mon, let’s get you home and cleaned up. Something’s not right.” You said, beginning to practically drag Peter along, which wasn’t hard considering he was following you like a lost puppy dog.

You smelt so sweet and you looked like the most enticing treat Peter had seen all night. Even more so than those cupcakes. God. Those damn cupcakes. The root of all these problems. Now you two would have no idea until later than night. Much much later those weren’t normal cupcakes. They had been laced with some sort of chemical or plant or something that made you… Well to put it plainly, extremely horny. Like desperately if I don’t fuck I’ll die horny.

Peter felt light headed, following after you in a daze. You managed to somehow, by the grace of god, get him back into the mansion, bringing him up to your room. Maybe that had been a mistake, but he looked awful and you wanted to make sure he was somewhere where you could watch and attend to him until you figured out what was wrong and if it was serious or not.

Peter hated to admit it, always talking so confidently about his skills in bed, when realistically he was the biggest pillow princess there ever was. He was the most submissive, whiney thing, which you’d soon figure out as well. He also didn’t have much experience, having only had sex a handful of times in his almost thirty years of living. What a loser, he thought. 

You quickly closed the door behind you as you led him to sit on your bed, quickly going to your bathroom and wetting a cloth before coming right back to him. You gently wiped the makeup and cupcake crumbs off of his face. He sighed in relief at the feeling of the cold cloth, practically leaning his face into it, begging for more.

“Peter tell me what’s wrong, were you- Jesus were you drugged?” You asked, wondering how in the actual world this had happened. You’d never seen him like this in your nearly three years of friendship. 

“I feel fineeee-“ he slurred, grabbing onto your shoulder with a much too tight grip. You stared at him with wide eyes. “Peter what are you-“

“Mmm you feel so niceee- and warm- holy shit dude I’m so screwed-“ he said out loud, shaking his head slowly, his silver hair getting into his eyes as he huffed and quickly pushed it back with his hand.

“Peter I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong with you. Tell me, what did you have at the party? What did you drink?”

“Didn’t drink anything babe, totally only ate a few cupcakes. They were soooo good too.” He said, swaying back and forth as the heat burning in his stomach changed directions, going lower.

“You just had the cupcakes? Promise? Peter, you have to tell me if you’ve had anything else.” You urged, tilting his chin up with your thumb and pointer finger, watching as his eyes met your. His had begun to grow impossibly darker, pupils blown to absolute shit. He looked destroyed. 

“Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are babe?” It was hitting him all at once, all the sudden he doubled over, groaning as he held his stomach. And… Why did he suddenly have a hard on? He was just as confused as you were, plus embarrassed.

You looked him over, brows furrowed in complete confusion before they went to his hard on. Something clicked in your brain. Everyone at that damn party had eaten a cupcake except for you. And everyone’s sex drive seemed insatiable, all of them making out and grinding on each other anywhere in the house… What was in those cupcakes? Whatever it was seemed to be affecting Peter, maybe even more intensely than everyone else at the party considering he’d eaten a half dozen of the damned things. 

“Oh my god-“ you said with a quiet giggle, which caught Peter’s attention and made him frown. “What’s funny- oh fuckkk don’t laugh at me-“

“I’m not laughing at you Peter. I’m laughing because I think you ate something you weren’t supposed to. Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?”

“English please, I’m not that smart.” He whined, pouting his bottom lip dramatically. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It’s some sort of chemical that makes you… well-“ you gestured to his hard on, which he wasn’t trying very hard to cover up. 

He followed your gaze to his lap and looked down, puzzled. “Hmm- when’d that happen-“ he said, doubling over as another wave of pain rushed through him. He felt like he was being stuck with pins and needles and it felt like absolute hell. He needed to find a way to stop.

“Please- god babe you gotta help me-“ he begged, reaching out for you. You backed up. You’d read about it, and these kinds of effects shouldn’t be this intense. Maybe it had something to do with his mutant powers? His body was trying to run through the aphrodisiacs but it had backfired? That was about the only explanation that came to mind.

“Peter I-“ you knew the only way to stop this was to give in. To let him do as he pleased. But could you really go through with that? Ruin a three year long friendship because Peter had been dumb and eaten six sex drug filled cupcakes? 

But the pained look on his face made you want to help him. Any way that you could. And to be honest, you had a little crush on him. Just a tiny little one. Okay… maybe a big one. A really big one. But who wouldn’t?! 

“Pleaseee” he whined pathetically, pawing at his hard on with a cry, eyes focused only on you. 

“I dunno why I’m doing this babe- please it hurts please help me, help yer friend, yeah?” He pleaded, tears filling his dark brown eyes.

“Okay.” Was all you said. Okay. You’d let this happen. You’d help him, because he was your best friend and you refused to see him in so much pain when you could help.

Peter nearly sobbed at your word, pulling you into a harsh kiss full of teeth and tongue as he practically devoured you, the taste of your lips absolutely intoxicating. You were like a drug, and he never wanted to recover from it.

You kissed back after a few moments, hands coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. The heat that was radiating off his body was totally crazy. Completely unnatural and it couldn’t feel good for him.

“Please- please touch me- I’ll do anything for ya- please?” He whined against your lips before he moved down to suck hickies into the fragile skin of your neck. He nipped the skin before actually fully biting down, causing you to cry out in surprise.

“Peter!” You squealed, trying to shove him off, but to no avail. He was much stronger than you.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry I can’t help myself-“ He apologized furiously, pressing gentle kisses over the bite mark as an apology.

You gently rubbed his back and nodded in understanding. He was trying hard to control himself, and if you didn’t do something to help him soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

“Shhh, it’s okay Peter, just- oh Pete-“ You gasped quietly as he began rutting against your thigh, his hard on somehow even hotter than the rest of his body, almost searing to the touch. He mewled at the friction, quickly shoving his hand into his pants for some sort of relief. This was so embarrassing and when he finally came back to his senses, he probably wouldn’t be able to even look you in the eye.

“Baby- Peter let me help you-“ you said carefully, removing his hand from his pants, replacing it with your own. It wasn’t hard for your hand to blindly find his dick. Not only was it searing hot to the touch, but it took up most of the space in his boxers.

The second your hand wrapped around his dick Peter swore this was what heaven must be like. Heaven was you. Your touch. The relief that surged through him caused a tear to actually slip from the corner of his eye, his breathing relaxing a bit as he gently thrust up into your hand.

“Ohwowthat-“ his words mixed together, eyes rolled into the back of his head as he weakly bucked up into your touch. You smiled a bit, seeing the relief wash through him, and god if touching him like this didn’t turn you on…

Your underwear became slick, and would soon probably show through your red leggings, but you weren’t worried about that right now. You were worried about Peter.

He got impossibly harder, twitching in your hand as his body seemed to buzz with pleasure. Like actually buzzing. He was moving so fast the edges of his body were blurred.

You swiped your thumb over the tip of his leaking cock, collecting the thick fluid there before smearing it down his cock. He yelped softly, bucking into the touch desperately before his body went rigid. You suddenly felt a lot more fluid and realized that he had cum. He’d just cum from you barely touching him. 

Peter flushed red with embarrassment, hiding his face away from you. He’d just blown his load in like two minutes in front of you and he wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of time.

“Peter-“ you said gently, cupping his cheek “it’s okay really it is- I know how bad you needed that-“ Peter didn’t respond for several moments before he pounced on you, ripping off your bra, much to your dismay. You really liked that bra. Next he pulled your leggings down your legs and tossed them somewhere onto your floor.

“Peter!” You yelled in suprise, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Peter what are you doing-“

You figured one release would be enough to satiate the need burning inside him, but boy were you so very very wrong.

Peter’s thumb connected with your covered clit, rubbing gentle circles against the slick fabric, grinning devilishly.

“Wanna taste you- no I gotta taste you- bet you taste so sweet- better than any stupid Halloween candy anyway-“ he spoke, ripping off your underwear and throwing it onto the growing pile of half ruined clothes that lay on the floor.

You arched up into his touch as his fingers parted your folds, nostrils flaring as he watched your slick coat his fingers. 

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh. It was a small, but very sweet gesture before he dove into your core, eating you out like you were his last meal. He was a bit clumsy at first but soon got into a rhythm, his tongue dancing patterns along your clit, making you cry out in surprise. You gripped onto his stupid silver hair and tried to pull him closer. Peter could barely breathe and if this was his way to die? He’d be happy. Death by pussy. 

You were not expecting your Halloween to go this way, but you definitely weren’t upset with it. 

You felt your release growing, the feeling of his tongue lapping against you made you see stars. The way his nose so perfectly bumped against your clit made you want to scream. 

“Peter I’m-“ you choked out, and Peter, bless him, almost busted another load at realizing you were close. He kept the same pace he had been doing, thank god, and the feeling soon became too overwhelming. You gripped harder onto his hair as you came, your release covering his face as he moaned against you. He led you through it before pulling off of you, chin and lips absolutely soaked. You blushed with slight embarrassment as Peter licked his lips before taking off his shirt, wiping his chin off before pulling you into another kiss.

“Delicious. Ten out of ten would eat here again.”

“Peter!” You shouted, cheeks burning as you playfully smacked his shoulder. How did he always manage to ruin the moment? 

Peter chuckled as he leant back down to nip and kiss at the skin of your shoulder, his still clothed lower body grinding against your bare one.

“Mmm, I'm ready to go for round two if you are.” He whispered against your skin, practically drooling on you, and if it was anyone else besides him, you’d be disgusted. 

“Peter you’re drooling-“ there was a pause for a moment before he collected his saliva with his tongue, cleaning you off before a quiet ‘sorry’ slipped from his lips.

You reached down to cup his once again growling bulge which caused his breath to catch in his throat. 

“Yer gonna let me fuck you?” He asked, grinding against your hand, his mind running wild with the thought.

“Well duh, gotta see how fast you can go.” You grinned, eyebrows raising in a challenge.

“Oh I don’t know if you can handle how fast I can go. Might break ya.” He grinned, already moving to unfasten his pants and pull them off as quickly as humanly (mutantly?) possible. Which for him, was very fast. 

He was left in his already soaked boxers before he just threw those off too, revealing himself fully. And holy shit, was he big. Your mouth watered a bit at the sight and Peter blushed at your staring.

“Break me, Quicksilver.” That drove him absolutely crazy, maybe it was some weird kink he had, but you calling him quicksilver? Uh yes please.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, positioning himself at your entrance before he looked at you 

“Got a condom?” He asked, really praying you did because if you had to stop here, he thinks he’d drop dead.

You shook your head and Peter’s heart quite literally fell into his ass, until you continued.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. It’s okay Peter.” You assured, placing your hand on his shoulders 

“Now would you fuck me? I’m not a virgin, you don’t have to be gentle.” You whispered against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

This had to be a dream. Was he dreaming? Was it Christmas morning? There was no way this was real. No way. 

He pushed into you, so gently despite your words, burying his face in the crook of your neck as a quiet sigh escaped his parted lips. It felt so good. Like too good and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But neither were you. The leftover euphoria from your previous release made everything more intense and you could already feel the pleasure building up.

Peter began to fully fuck you, his hips slapping against yours, causing a deliciously inappropriate sound that hopefully no one else in the mansion could hear.

The bed creaked slightly as he thrust into you as outside little kids ran from house to house, getting enough candy to give them cavities. This was Peter's candy. His treat. 

“Oh f-fuck babe I’m not gonna last much longer- yer squeezing me so fuckin’ tight-“ he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He reached down to circle his thumb over your clit, causing your pleasure to intensify tenfold. 

Suddenly you were right there with him, about to tip over the edge.

It was the best, but also most special sex you’d ever had. It was full of so much love, as well as want. Peter’s body buzzed more, his cock quite literally vibrating inside you. He was like a human vibrator, and you’d definitely explore that more at a later time.

You held onto his shoulder as he fucked you “fuck baby cum for me, cum for me so I can pull out-“ he groaned, trying so hard to hold out for you and your pleasure.

You chuckled, which caught him by surprise. Why were you laughing?

“Peter- you can cum inside. I’m on the pill. Please. Give it to me.” With the comfort of knowing that, the chance to actually cum inside you made him go feral. His thrusts sped up and just as you fell over the edge, he did too. Your releases mixing together and his cum shooting deep inside you, making you feel warm and dizzy. 

He nearly collapsed onto you, pulling out of you and falling next to you, as he wrapped you up in his arms. He closed his eyes, his labored breathing as well as your own the only sound to be heard in the room. 

It wasn’t how you had planned to spend your Halloween, but god was it so much better than anything you could have ever thought of.

Peter drifted to sleep soon after, but not before whispering about how you were the best treat he’d had all night.

#evan peters #Quicksilver #peter Maximoff #xmen #evan peters icons #evan peters characters #Quicksilver smut #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fanfiction

[lynxfrost13]

Master teach me your ways of drawing

Your art is cool do you have any tips for drawing dragon or just drawing ?

Thank you!!! I put together a little thing for you anon!

I’m self taught and what works for me might not be good for everyone, but I tried my best to highlight my process if that makes sense?

I start off with usually one large gesture/motion line because I feel that helps add some life to my poses!

I highly recommend using references of course, even though I freehanded these ones, I used a lizard pic for reference for this one here in order to get a better idea of where legs would go in the front. You can also see some of the sketchy shapes I used in the face and how I kept adding to them to get something more structured.

Something that was also really helpful for me in terms of classic dragon wings, is to consider them like hands and/or bat wings, I just treat the wings like that and it’s great for seeing how they interact with everything else. With the short claw being like the thumb, and the others being freakishly long fingers.

And some general things that I like to do for my dragons, is lots of scales and layering for texture. You can get a lot of diversity in your dragons even by using the same basic shapes if you change the scale patterns, horns, eye placement, etc. At least that’s what I like to do!

My best advice though is to just have fun and get weird with it! There’s really no limit as to what a dragon is, so fuck it, give that beast six nostrils and cooling vents, or whatever you want! I am a firm believer in delighting in the process of creation. It’s good to challenge yourself, but a challenge should be fun too methinks.

And that’s my two cents, thanks again!

#hope this was helpful anon! #Lynx talks #my art #art #digital art #dragon #dragon art #artists on tumblr #wof #wings of fire #wof art

[some-beans]

Hi! I wanted to request dormleaders with a reader like Millie from helluva boss?

yes 100% yes but god i'm bad at answering these fast 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

✎...pairing: twst dorm leaders x millie!reader ✎...themes: hints to murder, mentions of blood, reader is fem with she/her in mind ✎...enjoy !!

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

ngl a little freaked out

given your horns and tail, and the vague/slightly tad bits of what your line of work is, it's safe to say riddle was very weary of you

but, i suppose that lessens up when he sees you respecting the queen of hearts' rules

lowkey loves that fact you fit in with the red aesthetic tho

also loves when you easily whip Ace and Deuce into shape

riddle feels surprisingly comfortable with you after the overblot incident due to the fact you simply held onto him and allowed him to cry, and get it out of his system

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

ma'am

he laps up ALL the love and affection you give him

such a smug bastard [ affectionate ]

also kind of "he asked for pickles" but it's more that he's just lazy

definitely respects the shit out of tho

girlboss over here

is so impressed when he witnessed you take down, like, 15 of his housemates like it was riding a bike

did i mention cuddles??

cuz you are now his fav pillow

yeah nah, you're not moving until he's awake

well, i mean, you can cuz not gonna stop you, but ready to then deal with a grumpy lion later on

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

flustered yet intrigued

you said you did some bodyguard work and know how to deal with problematic customers??

. . . do you need a job??

but in all seriousness, very much becomes your malewife

man legit folds at any and all affection you give him, big and small

very surprised when you help him get more contracts for him and he swoons lowkey

something to do with the fact you're from hell or something

he didn't really pay attention cuz azul's brain had crashed from the smile you sent him

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

oh our sweet sunshine baby

you honestly end up taking over jamil's job at this point

jamil cried tears of joy over this

you can easily calm kalim down and divert his attention back on track

and easily dispose of any hitmen *ahem*

he definitely buys jewellery to decorate your horns

you casually mentioned your, uh, job once, and let's say kalim is grateful that he's on your good side

𝐕𝐈𝐋

you're like a slightly more violent cheerier version of rook in a sense

but also somehow less intense too??

ugh whatever

your bright red skin does intrigue him

and your makeup is quite impressive

. . .

what do you mean you have naturally smooth skin?? had no acne too??

vil may kind of reprehend you for your country accent, but quickly shuts the fuck up from the wicked glare you give him

epel snickered to himself when say that happen

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

you are intense

but in a good way??

you have successfully bamboozled idia shroud

it confuses

he has heard of imps before bc duh ofc he has

he's watched too many manga and shit to not know what those are

you two very much give "he asked for pickles" and "girlboss + malewife" vibes

gets spooked when you don't bat an eye to the gore when watching horror series with him

may have prayed once or twice

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

at first, he mistook you for another dragon fae cuz of ya horns and got really fuckin excited

tho lowkey sad once you explained you're actually an imp from hell

still jazzed about the horns and tail tho

loves to share stories and whatnot

. . . kinda concerned when you mentioned a job that left your leg in a bear trap

yeah

malleus may have almost asked to . . . talk to your boss

#💌 some beans requests !! #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #millie!reader #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #malleus draconia

[catsharky]

It looks like her horns are much bugger and more devil like than tiefling naturally. Would her horns grow back to that shape if sue let them, or is it more like docking a tail and permanent? Would she become more comfortable with her original horns being around tieflings more if they could grow back? Why did she trim them initially?

Ehehe I'm glad you caught that, cause yeah you're right her horns are very much meant to be more devil than tiefling!

I figured if a devil is going to screw someone over by giving them a stolen child, why wouldn't they aim to pick one who would bring as much chaos and misery to that person as possible? Ember has no idea who her bio parents are, but she's definitely no ordinary Tiefling.

I put the rest under a read more because it got a bit long:

To try and kind of match the other companions, I wanted her to have the capacity to be incredibly powerful, but limited for game/story reasons. So for Ember, at least one of her parents is someone Powerful and Important in the hells, and that parent is where her sorcery comes from.

It means she's capable of crazy strong magic (like, on par with Gale before he got nerfed strong) but a combination of being self-taught and a lack of motivation means that she's never had a reason to find out what she's actually capable of. She also grew up very isolated, so until she met Gale she was under the impression that magic was just like that for everyone. And tied to all that, one of the most obvious tells that there's something else going on with her is her horns.

I like to think that for most Tieflings, their horns do grow throughout their lives, but hit what's considered 'full sized' by around puberty- at which point the growth slows to a crawl. I also have to assume based on Karlach's broken horn that if the horn breaks? It's gone for good, though they will still maintain that slow growth so long as the core at the base of the horn remains intact.

For Ember however, her horns are just enormous. At age 4 it's expected a Tiefling will have started growing their horns but that they'll still be blunt, nubby things like a baby goat. Ember's were the size they are in the age chart, and continued to grow even larger as she got older.

She likely would have trimmed them no matter what, because not being used to having horns in the first place made dealing with them frustrating, but they're really just unreasonably huge. She trims them down pretty much as far as she comfortably can, the blue tips being where the darker outer layers were cut away.

To her annoyance, they also grow back and do so remarkably fast, which is where the jewelry she has wrapped around them comes from. Those gold embellishments are actually enchanted so they'll stay the size she wants them! (They also keep them from catching on fire when her emotions are high, but that's a whole other thing) So she could actually let them grow back to their full size if she wanted to, she just doesn't because they'd be way too unwieldy and annoying to deal with.

And while I can see some of this stuff becoming relevant after the events of the game, for the duration of BG3's plot this is all just more or less flavour text. The magic stuff is the only part that would have a notable impact.

Also fun fact, this whole part of her backstory is just because I needed an excuse to make her immortal. I didn't have the strength to give Astarion a companion who he'd have to lose in less than 100 years. My heart can't take that 😭 So fuck it, she's the daughter of some big powerful demon or whatever so Astarion can have one nice thing that won't be taken from him!!!

#agent-jaselin #I do have one fun idea about Karlach having to clarify what is and is not Just Normal Tiefling Things™ #but we'll see if I ever get around to it #sharky speaks #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #my tav #sharky's tav #tav: ember #oc: ember #Ember lore drop #not sharky art

[meguwumibear]

sfw 1k writing warm up; implied knives x reader, brief mentions of surgery and violecne

In a city, somewhere far, far away, there is a doctor who makes monsters.

You don’t know his name. You don’t know what he looks like. Hell, you don’t even know if he’s real.

You cling to the idea of him all the same.

Stories of him and his creations have been passed down for generations. At least in your village they have. Word has it, long ago your friend’s cousin’s great-great aunt (or whatever the fuck) came face to face with one of those mad scientist’s creations and nearly died.

The doctor and his monsters are a thing of nightmares. Your town elders tell stories of them to naughty children to keep them in line. Bad kids get sent to the doctor for reprogramming. Bad kids make good monsters.

The problem with all that is, you know monsters; you’ve met them. And each and every single monster you’ve met simply looks like a man. No horns. No fangs. No extra limbs. Just a human with a little too much time on their hands. Just a human with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You weren’t born a monster, but you’re going to become one. The transformation will surely cost you; it’s a price you’re willing to pay.

Rumor has it the doctor is currently shacked up in a great city called JuLai. You’ve never been to a city before. The concept is foreign to you. All those ravenous mouths to feed. All those lights to keep on. Picturing a plant powerful enough to do all that is beyond the scope of your imagination.

You really only ever imagine one thing these days anyway.

Getting there is a fucking pain. There’s a brief period of time you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. Somewhere between sleeping around for lodging and stowing away on sandsteamer, you worry the hunger and dehydration will get to you.

The elders of your town also told stories of roaches. Horrible little critters capable of surviving anything. Small and fast with bodies not unlike the worms of this planet. Six scuttering legs and two long twitching antennae.

Your wonder if you’ll be reborn as one of those. You hope not. You don’t want to live forever, just long enough to take your revenge.

You do survive your journey, though it’s a mystery how. Perhaps years of starvation shrunk your stomach. Perhaps you’re just too stubborn to die. Maybe Gunsmoke understands it isn’t your time yet; there’s still a few people you need to kill.

The city folk think your chasing death. They’re not wrong. You want to die. Crave it, even. You’re just determine to take several people out with you. Anything after that is borrowed time.

Still, no one will tell you the whereabout of the mysterious doctor. They’re trying to protect you. They’re trying to protect themselves.

In the end it doesn’t matter; the doctor comes to you.

Both he and his benefactor find you amusing. It’s been a while since anyone came to them willingly. A man named Bluesummers became the first; Livio the second. The former ran from his fellow man, the second chased after one.

They ask you why you want them to operate on you; you’re honest with them. There’s a group of humans roaming around that need killing, and you plan to be the one to do it. Issue is, you’re unable to in your current state. You’re too weak, too tired. You need the strength and speed of a small army.

They agree to move forward with the procedure so long as you devote yourself to the leader. That’s fine with you. As far as you’re concerned, anyone capable of resurrecting you deserves to be worshiped.

There’s a chance the procedure may kill you, but you don’t really give a shit. Neither does the doctor really. He runs some preliminary exams and concludes that you’re S+ compatible, whatever the fuck that means. As long as it means he’s going to move forward with the operation, you don’t care to know the details.

The operation is painful. The doctor straps you down to a cross shaped table and shoots you up with who knows what. You’re awake for the entire transformation, listening to the sound of your bones snap, feeling your skin pulse and stretch. By the time your nerves begin to stitch themselves back together, you’ve sweat out every drop of liquid your body could produce.

And the strange thing is?

After all that, you still look exactly the same.

You don’t, however, feel the same, though the difference isn’t immediately made obvious. It takes a few sleepless nights for you to realize you no longer need it. It takes even longer for you to realize you no longer need food.

Complete cellular regeneration. At the molecular level.

The surgery is so successful the doctor almost doesn’t let you go. Apparently this, you, are exactly what he has been waiting for: a being capable of surviving without any external supports. It takes Knives direct intervention to sway him.

You’re surprised Knives agrees to fund your mission. He’s not even requiring you to take Bluesummers as a chaperone. Isn’t he worried you won’t come back? Given how powerful you’ve become, who could make you?

It takes months to track down the religious bandits that killed your family. Gunsmoke is a large planet filled with sand and rumors. Even aided by the vehicle Knives so generously provided you with, it takes time to pick up on and follow the trail.

You kill every last one of them when you find them. Not with a gun, but with a knife. The Eye offered you your choice of weapon, but you insisted on the simplicity of the blade.

“I wanna look them in the eye when I do it,” you told the doctor. “I don’t plan on shooting at them like a coward.”

They shoot at you like cowards, but your body can handle the wounds. The pain is sharp especially when they shoot you close range, but it’s of little consequence to you now. Even your blood replenishes. You won’t even have a scar.

You return to Knives caked in blood, only some of if your own. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you. There isn’t exactly anywhere else you can go. It isn’t that you need him—you don’t need anyone anymore—but, fuck it, a deal’s a deal. If he wants you, he can have you…if he can handle you that is.

Knives seems to like you. As much as he can a human anyway. Or maybe he likes you because he doesn’t consider you that anymore.

You look human, sure, but so does he, and everyone knows he is anything but.

Only, it isn’t you that Knives likes. Not really. It’s what you’ve become. He likes that you don’t need food or water. He likes that you don’t depend on plants.

And maybe, just maybe, when the rapture comes, he’ll spare you. He dreams of a new Eden, and what is such a garden without an Eve?

#trigun x reader #millions knives x reader #nai x reader #once again stressing that this is a writing warm up lol #havent posted in a while and just wanted to put something out there

[naishite]

Praying During a Sin

NSFW Diluc!Christian x Reader!Succubus

Warning !!! religious themes, degradtion, and humiliation, and handjob !!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Mondstadts bachelor, Diluc Ravindger, age 22. He could have any women he desired having owning the infamous Dawn Winery and every women in Mondstadt fawning over him and his status.

Crepus, his late father was a Christian. He was a heavy believer in God – such beliefs passed onto Diluc. However for his brother, Kaeya, not so much. Kaeya didn’t have much care for religion, he didn’t even worship or care about Barbatos.

Even with Diluc’s angelic beliefs, it withered away with his fathers passing – blurring his morality and his connection with God.

He knew he could any women he wanted, so why did he crave such a sin? Summoning a succubus would be a far greater sin than just picking up some random girl on the streets outside Angels Share. But for some reason, the thought of sinning by summoning and having sex with a succubus turned him on. It made him incredibly aroused at just the thought.

So there he was, the stoic face that towered the wine industry, now towering over a pentagram for a taste for the forbidden fruit.

Saying and repeating lines in order to summon such a demon, rose scented candles on each point of the pentagram, it was making the tent in his pants even bigger and making him even more impatient.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust arose from the middle of the circle. A being with horns, wings, and a perky tail with the end shaped as a heart appeared. Within the dust the succubus’s glowing womb tattoo glowed within Diluc’s dark room, the atmosphere thick and heavy with arousal.

“So you wish to have me, hm?” she says looking at Diluc intensely, the eye contact shooting straight to his needy pulsing cock.

“Yes… please”, he says feeling guilty and ashamed for the sin he’s about to commit. Diluc’s cross necklace jingles as he drops to his knees, his erection being too far for him to handle. “Was I this hard before? This pleasure is far too much… Did it get worse when this… succubus… appeared?” he thought to himself finding himself staring at the humanoid demon.

She starts walking towards him, a grin stained onto her face as she walks closer and closer toward the suddenly submissive usually stoic man. She towers in front of him, looking down upon the man watching as he writhes in his own arousement.

She places the heel of her boot on his crotch, elicting a sharp mewl from him. “Augh! Mmm… Oh my god…” he whines, tilting his head back in pleasure. “Don’t use God’s name in vain” she says mockingly, entertained and interested in the morality of why a Christian summoned for a person such as herself.

“So needy already? Poor boy… I’ll take care of you don’t you worry”. Diluc bucks his hips into the heel of her boot, his cock swelling and his blissed out expression is an angelic sight to see.

She giggles and releases the pressure of her boot on his cock making Diluc’s breath hitch and let out a whine from the loss of pleasure.

A flash of anger arises from him, “Why would you do that!”. He clutches his fists in frustration, however the fucked out expression from such little pleasure tells a different story. “I wanna make you cum in an even better way. Did you really wanna cum pathetically in your pants? Actually, knowing you so far, you’d probably want that even more”. Her humiliating words send shockwaves of pleasure straight to his cock, making it throb impossibly even further.

“You’re a secret slut it seems, huh? You’d get off to whatever I say to you. You’re nothing but a common whore”.

She gets down to his level, unbuckling his belt and freeing him from his restraining pants holding his cock down. A slight push to his chest to motion him to lay down and he topples over like an obedient dog. “Virgin much?” she says, toying with the tip of his erection laying down on his abdomen. He lets out a wonton moan, already pathetically pleasure drunk on the pitiful strokes to his cock.

“Good boy…”, she praises while stroking his cock lazily. “Ma’am… Ohh… Please do more. I need more please…” he begs as his thighs shake.

Suddenly, Diluc clasps his hands together as if he’s in a prayer.

“Lord… Please forgive me… hah… for I have s-sinned…!” he chants out while moaning. The succubus laughs, “praying during a sin is pathetic… you’re a slut so don’t bother asking for forgiveness and just accept it”.

“No! I’m not! I’m not slut…!” Diluc cries out.

“If you’re not a slut then why are you moaning and crying like one then, hm?”

His pulse quickened with every lazy stroke making his lips parted with drool starting to come down from the side of his lips.

He let out a strangled moan which arose a small chuckle from the succubus eliciting such pleasure to him.

“That’s it Diluc… Be good for me” she purrs.

A sharp whine pierces through the intoxicating atmosphere of the room as her pace gets faster. “Ngh… Faster faster! Please mistress…!!!” he cries out.

“Don’t order me around slut”, she slaps him hard across the face with her free hand. His cock twitches at the sudden contact which makes him let out a hoarse moan as he cums, his disheveled figure crumbling even further as he cums on her torso and on his thighs.

“That’s it… Good boy Diluc”.

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x reader smut #diluc ragnvindr #diluc smut #genshin diluc #genshin impact #diluc

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A few stories about the Tangerine Tyrant caught my eye today, and they all point to his increasing desperation - so I figured I’d go around the horn and celebrate his continuing dissipation.

First: Criminal Defendant and Adjudicated Rapist Donald Trump yesterday predicted a “bloodbath” if he didn’t get reelected, and the media quickly devolved into outlets condemning his use of violent rhetoric and others - Fox and Newsmax - concern trolling over how he was talking specifically about the automobile industry. So, whatever. If you’re interested in parsing the event along those lines, have at it - but I think there’s a more interesting, deeply indicative phenomenon just below the surface that speaks not just to Trump’s mentality but that of his whole bonkers cult.

If you’re looking for the atavistic pull of Donald Trump on his followers, it’s in his power to do whatever the hell he wants and face no consequences. NO ONE can tell him what to do. NO ONE can keep him from attacking whomever he wants. NO ONE can prevent him from sating his desires. NO ONE.

Now, we know that’s not true - as evidenced by his exile to Mar-a-Lago for the past three years, but it’s part of the mystique. In a lot of ways, it makes sense if you look at his cult following - people who are, by and large, deeply disempowered and enraged at a culture that is stripping away their traditional privileges and social entitlements. They WANT Trump to keep shitting the punch bowl as a sort of wish fulfillment of their own stifled rage. Maybe they can’t rape the woman they want to rape or kill the immigrants they hate for speaking Spanish or Hindi at the Gas-n-Sip – but they sure as hell can dream about it when Trump gives a cross-burner of a speech. That’s all standard form.

But what we saw last night - and in the fascist outrage-trolling today - was something new. It’s been creeping into the 2024 election cycle here and there, but yesterday, it entirely broke through, and it’s this: NOT EVEN TRUMP’S BRAIN IS ALLOWED TO CENSOR TRUMP’S MOUTH WHEN IT COMES TO RAGE AND ANGER.

Look, Trump KNOWS that using words like “bloodbath” is going to cost him non-MAGA voters. He knows that calling people “vermin” is going to hurt his chances of navigating the very narrow path ahead if he hopes to return to the White House. Yet, he can’t stop himself. Trump is unable to act in his own easily achieved best interest if it means not being a monster, and while it’s lamentable that he’s bringing such hatred to our national debate, I encourage him to keep it up.

You be you, Donald!

Every single time you let your id out of its box, it’s like sending America an unsolicited, mushroom-shaped dick-pic. Sure, your fans are going to love it, but the rest of us grossed the fuck out.

So, please! Rage on!

-----

Second:

Trump’s lawyers in the NYS civil fraud case settlement submitted a filing today that it is “a practical impossibility” for Trump to post a bond for the half-billion dollars he needs to cough up in order to appeal the decision. According to reports, he approached 30 different surety companies, and they all turned him down. Why they would do that might indicate what’s got him tuned to “bloodbath” and “vermin” levels of rage.

It might be a simple point, but it bears a paragraph of explanation.

Most folks who don’t work in the NYC real estate market – or any real estate market – might think, “Hey, he’s a rich guy. Why not just sell a few of those buildings he owns? They’ve gotta be worth a pretty penny.”

Or, alternatively, “Why won’t anyone take Trump Tower as collateral for a loan?”

The simple answer is he doesn’t really OWN any of that shit outright. It’s ALL mortgaged to the hilt. To get a clearer picture of this, let’s look at 40 Wall Street – one of Trump’s “prestige” properties.

The numbers are a bit hard to come by, but an hour of reading suggests that the building is presently worth about $200 million. Mind you, part of the fraud charges – now proven – included his valuation of the building in 2015 at over $750 million, but it’s just not worth that at all.

So, take the $200 million as a starting point and note that Trump’s mortgage on the property, according to a Bloomberg report in November of 2023, stands at $122 million. So, if Trump were to liquidate his stake in the property fully, he’d only net about $78 million – and that is BEFORE the capital gains taxes, NYS taxes, and NYC taxes on the sale. According to a few articles I’ve scanned this evening, that would be up to about 40% of his earnings. That means, even if he drops one of his most precious assets, he would only raise about $50 million.

He owes TEN TIMES that number by next week.

Play that out another round, and realize that if Trump tried to sell ten or twenty office buildings in NYC all at once, the price of ALL of them would plummet to fire-sale prices.

He’s fucked. Moreover, he knows it and is desperate to find a way out.

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This brings us to news item number three: The Return of Paul Manafort.

News leaked today that Trump is considering bringing convicted felon and former campaign manager Paul Manafort back into his 2024 bid for the White House. Manafort, primarily due to his complete lack of a moral center, would be a tremendous asset for Trump. He’s a solid political operative, but what he REALLY brings to the table is a direct line back to the Russian oligarchy and their money. That, obviously, is an enormous threat to national security, and I’ve got to hope that the intelligence services in DC and around the world will be on heightened alert for any covert – or overt – entreaties to Putin or his cronies for a loan. I’ve got to hope there are ways of making such entreaties known to the public through selective leaks if nothing else.

But that brings us back to observation number one.

Trump knows that going to Putin for help with his financial difficulties if it becomes known, would be a dagger to the heart for his chances of returning to the White House. Yet, if I’m right, he will be unable to stop himself when it comes to finding a fix for his hemorrhaging empire. His brain will tell him this is a terrible idea, but it won’t matter. NO ONE is allowed to stop Donald Trump from doing whatever the hell he wants to do – not even Donald Trump.

In 1776, James Otis, a thoughtful supporter of the Revolutionary War, noted about politics, “When the pot boils, the scum will rise.”

Trump is proving that to be true, even when there’s only one evil, arrogant, rapist bastard in the soup. He’s so screwed.

Love to you all.

Michael J. Tallon

#TFG #skullduggery #Michael J. Tallon #political commentary #the plot thickens

[thecandywrites]

Monster Marcjh 2024 - Day 5- Cervitaur

The Velvet Spa

So, same setting, different characters this time. But here's the piece from last year.

The Velvet Spa is a medical spa specifically geared towards tuars of all kinds, either bi-pedal or quadrapedal- of every kind. They do winter coat removal/de-shedding in the spring. Antler growth supliments and special velvet shampoo to help your antlers grow to be the best that they can be. Hoof trimmings year round. Horn shaping and polishing if you have horns vs antlers. Velvet stripping in the fall and antler shedding in the winter and normal- massages, hair styling, facials, eyelash extensions. Micro-dermabrasion, dermaplaning, botox injections.

And in case you're wondering, yes I was absolutely inspired by Girl With The Dogs on Youtube.

As always, thank you to @borealwrites for making an amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024 Day 5- Taurs - 

The Velvet Spa

“Thank you for calling The Velvet Spa, this is Charlize, how can I help you?” You answered the phone when it rang in the back from it overflowing the calls in the front. It was the spring, that meant deshedding appointments out the wazoo, overbooked schedules and the phone practically ringing off the hook. 

“Charlie! I’m so glad I caught you!” Came the all too familiar voice from the other side of the phone as your shoulders dropped and you almost regretted picking up the phone. Everytime Otto called- it meant, he needed a favor. Big ones. And right now- was not the time to be calling in those favors. It was spring de-shedding time. The place was super busy, your day was booked solid. 

“Otto, I’m booked solid Bud.” You immediately told him. 

“Really? Come on, please? I need a huge favor for a friend. It’s an emergency!” Otto proclaimed. 

“Then go to the Emergency Room.” You insisted. 

“Not that kind of emergency. Come on, please? Name your price Charlie, I need a Hail Savior. Please. I’m desperate and I know you’ll come through. And you’re the best de-shedder in there. And it’s not for me, it’s for a friend. He’s here for a big business thing and he’s from the East Coast and he’s only here for a couple weeks, but he started to shed his winter coat last night and today he’s miserable. And no one de-sheds like you do. I gave him your card and recommended you specifically.” Otto insisted. 

“Then why isn’t he calling me?” You asked. 

“He did! Several times! But you’ve been busy with clients! He tried talking to the front desk people but he got the run around and they can’t get him in while he’s here, he leaves in a few days. But his proposal and big meet is tomorrow morning. My Man can not work his magic and make this deal if he’s sweating his own fur off into his suit, which that’s not good for anyone. It’s a really big deal. It’s his future on the line. Come on Charlie. Please? If you’d just stay late, I’ll buy you dinner, anywhere you want to go or give you a gift card, or bottle of wine or whatever you want. Please. I’ll even make a down payment on half of his services if you can just get him in. Please?” Otto begged as you took a deep breath and a long exhale. 

“Fine. Is he there with you?” You asked. 

“Yes! Thank you. Yeah, let me get him. I’ll make it up to you when I get paid again.” Otto insisted. 

“I’ll take a gift card, for at least a hundred dollars. And you’re lucky you’re family Otto. You’re costing me a dinner date.” You grumbled as you had to pull out your phone and shoot a text to your date that you had to work late and would need to reschedule. You should know better than to try to have any kind of social life during the spring de-shedding season. 

But the date just blew you off for being a “catfish” for dodging another date with him. Oh fuck this dude. You were gonna be making bank tonight. You didn’t have time for his shit anyway. You quickly blocked his ass while you waited for your second cousin to get his “friend” on the phone as he walked through the office building he worked in. 

“Ok, Charlie, meet my friend Antony. Antony, meet Charlize, aka Charlie.” Otto quickly introduced when he handed the phone over. 

“Hi, Charlize was it?” You heard another voice offer. 

“Hi Antony. My name is Charlize, friends call me Charlie. What can I do for you?” You asked in your nicest tone you could muster. 

“I desperately need a deshedding appointment.” He confessed. 

“Of course, let me look up my schedule real quick to see when I can squeeze you in.” You offered when you looked up the schedule on your phone and tried to find an opening. 

“Please, thank you so much for this, it’s an emergency. I have a big presentation at work tomorrow. And I can’t go in looking like a patchy schmuck.” He pleaded as your eyebrows knitted. It had been a little while since you last heard the term ‘schmuck’. But he was from the East Coast, lingo was absolutely localized you suppose. 

“Well, here’s the thing, I think I can squeeze you in at 7. But since it’s an emergency evening appointment, it’s usually double for those.” You warned. 

“Make it triple. I need the works. I need a deshedding treatment and a conditioning treatment as well as a proper full body blow out and brush.” He answered as you nodded in understanding, you figured. You pulled up Otto’s file and filed this under an ‘Emergency Appointment for Friends and Family’ and made an opening in your schedule only to immediately fill it out for this guy as you started adding all of these services to the appointment.  

“Ok. I can do that.” You nodded in agreement. 

“And you said it was at 7 right?” He asked. 

“Yes. If you could get here at a quarter till, that would be best.” You urged him. 

“I’ll definitely be there. I just woke up this morning and with my morning shower, clogged the drain and all day, I feel like I keep dropping clumps of hair under my clothes and I look like a yearling getting their first spring shed, I practically have spots again.” He complained. 

“Oh you poor thing. You know if you get straight lye…” You began. 

“It’ll eat the hair in the drain. Yeah. I know. Already did that at the AirBnB I’m staying in while I’m here.” He confirmed. 

“Good. I would hate for you to have plumbing problems on top of everything else.” You grinned as you set up his services in the system and the appointment. 

Dang it. You were not going to be able to get food until at least 8:30 now. But this guy was about to drop some serious coin at this appointment and even if he left you a minimal tip, it would be enough to buy you dinner at least. 

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good. Thank you so much for getting me in and getting me in so quickly. Can I like- get you dinner after or something?” He thanked you with overwhelming gratitude. 

“Nah you’re good. I get it, you’re here on business and you’re in a pinch and most people have no control over when they go into the rut or their velvet dies, or when their bodies decide to shed their winter coats. I’m glad I could get you in Antony. I hope you crush it tomorrow.” You offered. 

“Now, I have to take you to dinner.” Antony tried to offer as you could hear his smile through the phone.  

“Really, Antony, you don’t have to, it’s ok. Plus, my boyfriend is making me a rack of lamb for dinner anyway.” You tried to lie. The last thing you needed was a pity date from Mr. East Coast - never-gonna-see-him-again. 

“Oh, ok. Well, I’ll still see you at seven then. I really appreciate it.” Antony graciously offered. 

“You’re welcome. See you at seven.” You offered before you hung up and tried to finish your lunch without eating any hair from any clients. You were going to sweat at least five more pounds of sweat off today in the process. But, your clients needed it. 

You finished off your lunch before you grabbed your gloves and went to the waiting room to get your next client. 

Every client with fur was coming in for the spring de-shed of their fur. Antler shedding was dead of winter, which was always a big boost for the winter holidays. But only some had antlers, some had horns depending on their species and some genders. But winter coat de-shedding? That was everyone, every version of a taur was coming in for de-shedding appointments now. 

And The Velvet Spa? It had the best equipment and the best, most highly trained specialists in the state practically. It was a high end medical spa. And catered to taurs of all kinds. 

The spa had special deshedding shower heads. Where a deshedding specialist could get into a large 2 person shower with a client and give them a full body wash with the de-shedding shower heads and de-shedding shampoo and conditioner. Often, the hair catchers around the drain would just be a glob of shed fur that got put into a special trash bag. Then from there, the client would be moved to a dryer box, or “hurricane cage” with the specialist, who now had a special blow dryer nozzle and would blow dry the client out, all over their body and then once the client was blow dried out, inside the special “hurricane cage”. Then they got a full body brushing and deshedding so that all their hair, from head to toe, or head to hoof in other cases, would get brushed out and would lay right. And then, once that was done, the client would look and feel like a brand new person. 

Thankfully, you were able to get by- in the afternoon as it turned from afternoon to evening by a few fruit and nut granola bars. It wasn’t real dinner by any stretch of the imagination but it was better than nothing and Bianca kept the snacks overflowing during these times in the year just for this purpose. 

You barely made it out to the lobby by 7, after seeing your last client off before you were handed his folder when you saw his receipt stapled to the itemized service order. Holy shit, this man, not only paid for everything you put in here, but left you a huge tip. The largest of the day. Well damn. He meant business. 

“Mr. Morrigan?” You called out before a very handsome cervitaur nearly jumped to his feet and hurriedly came up to you. Damn it, you should have said yes to that date with him. Fuck. Why did you lie to him about the whole boyfriend and dinner thing? Because you didn’t want to be the pity date. Of course, it would figure that he would be the sharpest dressed man in the waiting room. Fuck. He must have been Mr. Big Shot. Damn it! He was only here for a few more days, and you’d never see him again. You were looking for something with a lot more permanence in your love life anyway. So you simply put on a polite smile while inwardly kicking yourself. 

“Yes, that’s me.” He offered. 

“So you’re Otto’s cousin Charlie?” He guessed. 

“Yes. I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you Antony.” You shook his hand. Fuck, he may have been shedding, but the man smelled damn good. His cologne was making your mouth water. 

“So, big presentation tomorrow eh?” You recalled as you had him follow you to the shower room. 

“Yes. It’s a quarterly update, my company got a lot of seed money and it’s a report to the investors on how well said seeds are growing. I’ve been practicing it all week in between being walked through how things are run out here. I’m just really nervous and then to add this surprise shed, might as well be a blown tire on my way to an interview as far as a monkey wrench into things. Normally I have a different place I go to- back east. But I feel silly just flying back, just to get this done, just to try to fly back here in time.” He offered. 

“Oh, I totally get it. And yeah, it’s a lot to risk, just to get de-shed, which to most people who don’t have fur- seems kind of a silly thing, but it’s like- trying to do this with a really bad hair cut and getting your hair destroyed by a newbie hair stylist who was trying to give you auburn and ended up giving you neon purple instead. It’s a big deal and it’s important to look and feel your best.” You readily explained.

“Yes! Exactly!” He nodded. 

“Well, I’m glad I could get you in and this totally counts as a total emergency. Well, here’s your room. Get undressed, put on the bathrobe and then leave the room by the door on the other side. I’ll be locking the room from this side so that no one can come in and steal anything while you’re getting your fur de-shed. Ok? And I’ll meet you on the other side.” You offered before you locked the door and then put his paperwork in the file holder outside the room before you quickly walked around and entered the spa from the back and got your bay prepared while he undressed.

He came out the other side, with just a towel around his waist. God damn, he was jacked and hulking. He must have had one hell of a rack over the winter too. Figures, of course he was, this could not get any better or, worse depending on your point of view. He may have had at least four inches of fur all over, but you could see those pecks and abs from here. Lord have mercy. God damn it, a pity date with Mr. Gorgeous didn’t sound so bad now did it? 

“Ok, we’re in here.” You gestured to the shower stall, that was frosted at waist height to preserve some modesty to them as you put on your special shield and gloves after filling the canister on the special shower nozzle with one hand and your special shower scrubber in the other hand. 

“Ok, do you want to go face first or back first?” You asked. 

“Uhh, back?” He asked. 

“Ok, feet or hooves in second position. You will want to put your hands on the bar though once you adjust the temperature of the water to your liking.” You gently warned him before you used the toe of your waders to kick over a special stool to step on and not slip so you could get to the top of his head behind him as he turned the rain shower over him on and turned it up to a hot temperature as the stall filled with steam before he took a moment to get wet and relax for a moment before you went in and took the special nozzle and started washing the top of his head, seeing the now fuzzed over patches where his antlers would be growing out in the summer and fall. 

You would make swipes with the deshedding shampoo nozzle with one hand and used your massaging scrubber in the other. 

Antony could do little but moan and groan in pleasure as all kinds of hair got un-impacted down his body. 

He put his hands splayed out on the shower wall and simply melted into this. His ears drooped and his shoulders sagged as even his belly softened as his eyes closed in serenity. As you could see in the reflection of the glass on the inside that he got an erection too. 

It was seen as unprofessional to appraise a client’s genitalia, but- he had been blessed with more than just good looks. But you kept your eyes and your focus on the professional service you were offering, as the professional you were doing your best to be. You went from his head, to his neck, to his shoulders and back, even his rear. And down the back of his legs. 

“Ok, turn around so I can do the front please.” You requested before his eyes snapped open before his hands covered his erection as he seemed to look around for something to use to hide it. 

“Sir, it’s a natural reaction to the service. It happens to everyone. It’s ok. But if you really are uncomfortable, I can get you a hand towel.” You calmly and patiently offered. 

“No, I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m just not used to this. I mean, I have place back home that does something like this but…I’m just not used to having this…bad of a reaction and I’m so sorry. You’re an amazing professional, I’m so sorry.” He tried to justify as it was clear it was practically painful for him and the harder he tried to get his erection to go away, the harder it got and the higher it speared the air. 

“Really, Antony, it’s ok. I’m used to it. Even the old geezers get this reaction. And with them, I worry about them fainting because for them, it’s been decades since they’ve popped a boner and they’re not used to the blood flow being away from the head on their shoulders and we worry they’ll faint and slip and break a hip or break the one thing no man ever wants to break.” You tried to joke which got him to snort a laugh. 

“Here.” You put the scrubber down and gave him a hand towel to cover himself, because a little washcloth was not going to cover it.

“Thank you.” He thanked you as he used it to wrap around himself before he turned around and then closed his eyes and avoided your gaze as you rolled your eyes and changed out the bottle of deshedding shampoo into the nozzle before you continued with the process of washing his front, with the same care and attention that you had given his back. 

You also couldn’t help but notice he was subtly stroking his cock with the now wet and soapy hand towel. 

Whatever, at least he wasn’t propositioning you. And at least, he wasn't asking you to “take care of it” for any price. Which he would automatically dismissed as a client if he did. Surely, he knew the rules, same as you. 

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked as he opened his eyes and watched as you washed one arm down while the other hand now kept the hand towel in place. 

“A year and a half.” You answered. 

“Well, I can see and feel why. This place was very highly recommended by everyone I worked with. Whether they were taur or not.” He appraised. 

“We work hard to keep our reputation as sterling as it is.” You offered as you got his belly and did what you could to work around his groin.  

“So…were you named after Charlize Theron or….?” He asked as you grinned. Very few guys tried that line. Was he subtly still flirting with you?

“Nope. I was supposed to be a boy, I was supposed to be born as a Charles. But then when I came out a girl, Charlize was close enough, and still a ‘Charlie’ either way.” You answered as you sat at your ankles then knelt at his feet to get at his quads better as you ignored the way his cock bobbed next to your head. 

Shit, were you ovulating? Why were you taking notice of every little detail with him? You had been cool with all of your other clients today, why was he sticking out so much? Maybe you needed to hit that vibrator in your car after work. Something. Or perhaps it was regret on exactly what you had lied to turn down. Probably regret. 

“Oh shit.” He groaned when you got to the top of his foot where the fur got finer before it would fade to an otherwise human looking foot as you grinned smugly and then really put your weight into the scrubber to scrub at his feet and ankles. 

“Why does that feel fucking phenomenal?” He asked as he couldn’t help but lean forward with his hands suddenly braced on his knees, letting you get an eyeful. But at least he was leaning on himself and not on you. 

“The especially fine fur on the backs of your hands and wrists and feet and ankles and muzzle, rarely gets the deep scrubbing that the rest of you gets. Even though it needs it just as much.” You answered before you switched to the other foot. 

“How expensive is that scrubber thing?” He asked. 

“Not any more expensive than any other scalp massager. We sell them out front, we sell this one and then cheaper options and more expensive options too. You can buy one before you leave.” You answered as you had to kneel and sit back on your feet and really get down to scrub as he was acting like this was some kind of religious experience. 

“How much is it to just get good scrub downs like this?” He asked. 

“Only $75 for full body scrub downs, during regular business hours, a hundred and fifty for after hours.” You answered.

“When are you available to do this again? Because you’re going way harder and doing a way better job than the girls back east ever do it.” He wondered. 

“Oh, well some specialists have a much softer touch and much gentler techniques for most things period. I’m obviously not. I’m much heavier handed than most are. For some though, I’m a bit too aggressive, others, especially when there’s impaction with fur or hair, need a more vigorous approach. Because it takes far too long to get the impaction loose if you go soft. And I don’t usually have that kind of time to take with every single client. Especially in the busy spring winter coat- de-shed.” You shrugged.

“There, any spots I should get again?” You asked as you rinsed off his hand towel and handed it back to him to cover over himself. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m, I’m good. Thanks.” He sheepishly took it to cover over himself awkwardly again.  

“Ok, let’s get you rinsed.” You nodded as you took off the canister and twisted the face to get the right setting and then got up on your stool. 

“And close your eyes.” You instructed before he did and held his breath while you got his face before you took the spray away to scrub at the soft, shorter, finer hair around his face and head again before rinsing it off. Then you moved to his neck and chest, and got his arms and belly then, had to ignore his groin to get his hips and legs. 

“And turn around please.” You made a motion for him to turn before he did as you got back on the stool and got the back of his head, down his neck, then his shoulders as you ignored his subtle stroking of himself as you got to his butt and suddenly his strokes were faster as he leaned against the glass and had his eyes closed as you worked down from his rear to his hamstrings then his calves and ankles before he was pumping himself almost at a heinous pace as you just shook your head.

So much for being subtle. Men were always going to be men you supposed.  Maybe it was best you were seeing this, pop this attraction bubble you were in, and slip you right back into reality. You were a specialist, he was a client, leave it at that, period.

At least his body only tensed a moment later and he kept his sounds down before you got the special squeegee to try to get a fair bit of water out of his fur so you wouldn’t be in the hurricane room too long. 

“Better?” You asked once you finished as he seemed to get himself together. 

“Yeah, much, thanks.” He said as his cock was now, clearly softening. 

“That can go here, in the dirty laundry.” You urged him once you had turned the water off and took your face shield off and shoved your hood back too to keep your head from getting wet as you readily got the room cleaned around him and rinsed out the canisters to be refilled tomorrow. 

“If you’ll follow me to the hurricane booth.” You invited as you had him follow you across the room where a special booth was as you went and grabbed a special hat and hair net to keep you from inhaling any of his fur before you closed the door behind him and then turned on the vents as the air current around the room picked up. 

“Ready?” You asked. 

“Yup.” He nodded before you took the special nozzle and then used the super powerful blow dryer to power dry him, head to toe as you weren’t surprised when it was like it was a furnado in there for several hot minutes as you blew out his coat as the fan and circulation caught all the blown fur only a few moments after it detached from his body as you used a thicker metal de-shedding comb to get the bigger clumps. 

Granted, he was a big guy, but you still managed to get him dry and get out of there before you brought him back to his room to brush him out propper, grinning when he was groaning and moaning again. Maybe he was just unusually stressed and or touch starved. Probably both. 

Once you got him all brushed out, he did look so much better. Nice and clean, lean and neat and his fur practically had a satin sheen as it laid down in it’s natural pattern. 

“Ok, well, my job is done here. Feel better? Happy with how it turned out?” You asked him as you nodded to the full size mirror on the wall.

“Yes. You did an amazing job, thank you so much for getting me in on such short notice. I’ll schedule back with you when you have an available appointment when I’m in town next.” He insisted.

“I’d look forward to working with you again too.” You offered with another nod before you got out and walked around to get his paperwork and checked a few things off before handing it back to the front desk for when he would check out before you walked back into the back, eager to get out of this damn wader suit and wet gear. Although you were sure, you probably needed another shower yourself. But for now. You just needed to get your shit and clock out and get to your car where your vibrator was practically calling your name. 

You did just that, happy when there was a few hundred dollars cash that you could put into your wallet from cash tips and got out of there. Walking quickly to where you had backed your car into a parking space so you could just pull out of there.

You quickly got into your car and turned it on just enough to crack the windows to let the warm spring air in and so the windows wouldn’t fog up if you took a few minutes to get off. You quickly grabbed your vibrator and your little bottle of lubed and reached into your scrubs and under your gut and under your fupa to get at your mound and slip the lube around your nub while the vibrator took a second to warm up under your belly and between that and into the crux of your belly and thigh before you grabbed it and manuvered it in your pants before you managed to slip it in and then into position that when you would “sit” normally, the handle would just have enough contact with the seat that you’d be able to move it with just your core without having to keep a hold of it with your hands.

You turned the car off and then popped your headphones into your ears because you did not want what you were going to be playing to be loud enough for anyone to hear but you and got an incognito tab open, your favorite porn site, your favorite trope typed in, your favorite video soon popped up and you grinned excitedly.

The one with exceptional visuals and even better audio. The one where you could really hear the guy’s grunts, his growls, his snarles, his big heavy breathing that matched his big, heavy, furry, “monsterous” form. One that would fuck you senseless, the kind that used you without asking for permission, the kind that dominated you and you said ‘thank you’. The kind that was hung like a draft horse if not a brama bull and would really bulge your already plump and soft belly. The kind that would use you like a cocksleeve and fuck you until your mind broke. The kind that was strong enough to lift you and move you like a doll, and make your rolls jiggle and whose large hands would still get ample hold of your thighs and ass and breasts and belly. The kind that blew your back out and would make you look like you stuck a fork into a light socket and practically rearrange your guts while making your insides grin like an idiot. The kind that would choke you, spank you, rough you up just enough to shut you up and turn you into the kind of "good girl" most bad guys loved. But who could be wild and "tamed" and be tender and affectionate only moments after. That kind. 

You turned it on and melted into the experience and slipped into the fantasy and took a long, exhale as the tension in your chest started to melt as you ground down into the vibrator’s touch, canting it forward so it would really work over your G-spot while the rabbit would press against your clit. You had spent almost a heinous amount on this particular vibrator but it was perfect and worth it. You didn’t need much. You barely needed one whole video before you couldn’t help but lull your head back and scrunch your face as you bit your lip as your legs went straight and ridged. Your belly fluttered as your lower back got that good release and deep relax. A pleasured grin bloomed on your features as you opened your eyes and then looked out of the windshield. 

Then movement out of the corner of your eye as you turned to see Antony, sitting in the front seat of his huge SUV rental, across the way and down a bit. Shit, had he been there this whole time?! Fuck. Oh this could be a disaster. What was he doing back here? And what was he looking for? Shit, he saw you and smiled and was walking over after he got out of his vehicle. 

Shit! This vibrator was quiet but not that quiet. He would definitely be able to tell. You quickly reached for the vibrator to turn it off as subtly as you could before he approached and leaned over to talk to you out of your car window.

“Oh good you didn’t leave yet!” He smiled as you reached forward to turn the car back on just enough to roll the window down all the way as you got your headphones out of your ears so you could hear him.

Oh good, he had just gotten there. Ok, you could still salvage this. 

“No, not yet.” You shook your head no as you put on a customer service smile. 

“Can I help you with something?” You asked politely as your pussy clenched around the vibrator and you could only hope he would be oblivious to what you were really doing as you damned your cheeks for flushing as red as a beet. 

“Uh, yeah, uh, sorry.” He stuttered and stammered as he shook his head violently as if that would knock the right words into his mouth as you saw his nostrils flare as he took a few deep breaths through his nose. Fuck could he smell you too?! This couldn’t get any worse. 

“So, about, in there.” He felt obligated to say as it was clear he was frustrated and flushed as the fur around his cheeks looked practically pink as he tried to shuffle his weight from one foot to the other. Shit, was he getting hard again? Why was he affecting you? Or were you affecting him?

“It’s ok. Antony. I get it. Sometimes that physical reaction gets so intense that you need to take care of it, because it’s easier and faster than waiting for it to go away. It’s ok. That’s why we have all those washcloths and hand towels in there in the first place. You didn’t cross the line and proposition me, if anything you tried to be subtle and discreet about it. Every first timer goes through it. It’s awkward, but it’s normal.” You tried to reassure him as you felt rather hypocritical about it too, with your pussy currently being stuffed with your biggest vibrator you could manage to still be discreet in your car in the parking garage. 

“Yeah, thanks for the reassurance, um…I hope dinner with your boyfriend is as delicious as it should be. He’s lucky to have you.” He offered as he tried to take a half step back, as you sighed and groaned and whimpered. 

“Ok, I gotta come clean Dude. I don’t have a boyfriend, let alone one who would even think that having dinner ready by the time I would come home -would ever be an option. Let alone one who would have the cooking prowess to even know how to cook a rack of lamb, much less have such a thing ready on a regular thursday night that wasn’t some super special occasion, like a birthday, or an anniversary. It was a lie. I just didn’t want a pity date. Plus the Spa has a very firm- no dating clients- thing. And you were in a super tight spot and I would be scum if I took unfair advantage of you, especially when you were in an hour of need.” You confessed as your cheeks were now probably permanently flushed as you didn’t even have the heart to look up past your steering wheel. 

“Charlize, first off, you absolutely deserve to have a partner in life who absolutely would and should have dinner ready by the time you get home. You work really hard and you work smart. You had great body mechanics and wonderful effectiveness. And hopefully you make enough doing it to provide you with the lifestyle you deserve. I asked you out because you’re really sweet and lovely and one hell of a professional. And because Otto was sure that you were single. If you don’t like me or think less of me because I had a moment of weakness, that’s more than fair. But at the very least, when you get a chance, come to Aurora Boreallis, give them this ok? And have a night on the town, on me.” He offered as he gave you a business card and then an electronic card from the casino. It looked like one of those charge cards at Dave and Busters but obviously, from the casino. 

“Thanks.” You thanked him as you took it. 

“So, first off, I asked you out before you took me on as a client. I don’t know how things are done out here. But back east, if there was already a previous relationship before any professional service, there can be one after. I’m still interested in taking you out on a date. But the question remains, are you interested or not?” He asked. 

“Oh, I am, but, not tonight. It’s late, I’m tired, I need sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be just as busy but I’m off on Sunday.” You offered. 

“I can do that. How about brunch on Sunday?” He offered. 

“Sounds awesome.” You grinned before you exchanged phone numbers. 

“See you Sunday.” You offered him before you both went your separate ways.

#Monster March #Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024- Day 5- Taurs #The Velvet Spa #Modern Fantasy #Deer Minotaur

[roxyco-deliverygirl]

The more I think about totk the less I like it. Like I've played almost every zelda game (the only ones I haven't played are Zelda 2, the four swords games & oracle of ages because I played seasons) and totk is like, maybe bottom 3, the only thing saving it from actually being in the bottom is that none of my friends would play triforce heroes with me and that's significantly less fun without multiplayer (and there are some things I like in triforce more than totk, like being able to put Link in a dress, actually it’s just that) also at first I was going to end it there but then I remembered that they said there was no dlc because they'd done everything they wanted to do with this version of Hyrule which might mean no Hyrule warriors (the only redeeming point I would have given to totk) so fuck it here's every problem I have with it.

Story

So the story isn't very good, you go to a place, see Zelda be so incredibly suspicious (more on that later), secret stone demon king, repeat another 3 times. Then you learn about the 5th temple, secret stone demon king, now go kill Ganondorf.

And a barebones story can be fine, but it's frustrating that the some of the biggest complaints about botw were about the story, the only real difference is that instead of getting the divine beasts you're getting secret stones.

Weapon design

More specifically what I have a problem with is the monster horns. The monsters looked pretty good in botw but because of the weapon fuse mechanic every monster has a different horn so you can get different weapons (which also bloats the inventory but that's a minor issue I dont really care about) and they clearly designed them as weapons not as body parts so they looked good in botw but now they look kinda awkward in totk by having a sword or a scythe blade sticking out of their head, it's also kinda annoying that the new monsters like the aerocuda, gibdo and gleeok look really good and have weapon parts that fit into the designs much more naturally.

But I also have a problem with the weapons themselves. There's so much less variation than in botw. Weapons had different shapes like with the Yiga sickle or the spring loaded hammer or even the weak weppons like a broom or a farming tool, but totk doesn't have anything like that. It kinda reminds me of Monster Hunter World, where a lot of the weapons looked very similar to eachother and the only variation was the monster parts attached to them.

More story

The memories are kinda terrible. They have information thats wrong compared to the gameplay, and some spoilers that actually ruined some of the present day stuff that Link is doing. For stuff that's wrong: the great deku tree says that the master sword will get more powerful if its exposed to more sacred power, after you get it back from the light dragon it is identical to how it was at the beginning of the game and a lot weaker than it was if you did any of the botw dlc, I guess this is supposed to be about Ganondorf not being able to break the sword this time but he doesn't even try. And Mineru says that secret stones only amplify their owners' power, but the companions you get don't actually have their abilities amplified and are functionally identical to how they were before, and the secret stone aparantly gives them a new power of duplicating themselves.

The gameplay clashing with the story can be seen as nitpicking or whatever but the story ruining itself is so much worse. So if you finish the dragon tears before doing the temples, it makes Link look stupid or that he's actively withholding information from the team and leading them into traps on purpose. Link sees in the memories that Zelda turned herself into a dragon and that it's impossible to turn back, he knows that Zelda is still a dragon because you've seen her, it's pretty likely that you've touched the light dragon. You've also seen a memory where Ganondorf created an illusion of Zelda to assassinate Sonia. So whenever the new sages say they saw Zelda, Link knows for an absolute fact that they've been tricked, and he doesn't tell them. The worst offender of this is when you go to Hyrule Castle following "Zelda". Purah sees her through a telescope and Link doesn't say that it's an illusion from Ganondorf. He goes to her and gets ambushed by monsters six times in a row, then he goes into another ambush against the strongest version of the phantom Ganon boss. And sure you could do the dragon tears after, but there's nothing stopping you from spoiling yourself and no indication that one of the main quests in your quest log contains spoilers for the rest of the game.

General attitude to fans

This is a kinda minor problem that just rubbed me the wrong way. In botw there was a trick called whistle sprinting, where you could move faster without using your stamina by whistling and mashing the sprint button. In totk if you mash sprint like you would to whistle sprint, it actually drains your stamina faster. Sure it was an exploit or a glitch or whatever getting patched, but they clearly fixed the issue and then deliberately added a mechanic that would punish you for trying. People who know how to whistle sprint are mostly speedrunners or people who replayed the game a lot, as in the people who cared about the game the most, and they're getting punished because they love the game.

Treatment of the Zelda franchise as a whole

After the totk trailer, the next game released was a remake of Skyward Sword (my favourite Zelda game). Clearly making a comparison between the sky islands seen in totk and the sky islands of Skyward Sword. The story of Skyward Sword explained the continuity between Zelda games and turned it from a series of legends into a story across fate about how love and goodness will always be there to stop evil. Tears of the Kingdom pretty much explicitly says that all previous Zelda games aren't canon, not just botw's "they're in the ancient past and won't have any effect on this game" but fully overwriting the events of other games, Skyward sword ended with the sky islands descending and the people deciding to found a kingdom that would become Hyrule but in the dragon tear memories and what Mineru says about history, we know that the Zonai founded Hyrule. It feels like they don't like the previous games.

And there are a few other things that are smaller, like I don't like the Zonai powers compared to the Shieka slate, I think the memories feel disconnected since there's no zonai tech (other than one cooking pot), the weapons look completely different from anything we have access to and Rauru never uses any of the powers that Link gets from his arm (other than opening a door) it feels almost like the game and the story were made separately from eachother.

I don't want the next Zelda game to be like these games have been.

#the legend of zelda #totk

[infinitethree]

It is, to put it bluntly, too goddamned quiet.

Stepping onto the stage was supposed to be a big deal! A crescendo in the production, the climax of the story!

At the very least, things were supposed to be less fucking boring!

But it is, sadly, a ghost town. Even the Showrunner doesn’t have an exact idea of the metrics of the sad little platform their existence is really known on, but they know it’s not great.

Uhg. They really don’t love the idea of jumping the shark already, but…things need to get livened up.

The audience really needs to appreciate the marathon of bitching that will be Show’s reward for the bone they’re gonna throw into the spectral audience.

Quite literally kicking down the door into the library, they shout, “Hey, Scribs, we need to chat! Get your nose out of your fucking books!”

Much like the Showrunner’s stage, the library is the domain of another unusual individual. The infinite rows of bookshelves bear titles in indecipherable scripts, but…that’s the only real feature of the space.

Everything else is a void. A white, empty void, stretching out over Eons and Eras.

Show’s face shifts to a brief animation of an eyeroll. Great, in-jokes that exactly one person can possibly understand. That bodes super well for how this’ll play out.

From amidst the shelves, a figure slowly emerges.

Like the Showrunner, their form is…unusual. What little ‘skin’ is visible is, much like their counterpart’s, rather similar to a jointless mannequin. The color differs, though– a swirling, silver-and-lavender as opposed to the Showrunner’s gold-and-black.

But largely, they are obscured by a cloak.

The cloak covers most of them, bar their many extra arms– and the number of them keeps shifting, as do the sizes of the books they’re writing in– and their ‘face’. It looks almost like a universe is depicted in them.

Or…it is a universe. Because it moves– the stars, the celestial bodies, all of is moving. In just a few moments, several stars wink out, while others suddenly appear. Along the edges of the ‘garment’-- if it really can even be called that– are ever-shifting runes in that same silvery-lavender color that seems unique to them.

Each rune seems to be made up of a shifting mess of overlapping words.

In much the same way, the odd, dark purple, crown-like ring of horns that blends into the cloak are made up of untold words in seemingly eternal flux. Above the center of that crown is a large, cat-like eye made of yet more words– these in bright lavender.

Around the eye are dozens of rings of varying widths and sizes, spinning in seemingly random directions, with yet more eyes embedded into them.

And…that only leaves their face. Or what passes for one.

There’s a geometric, elongated sideways eye-esque shape in the center of an otherwise white mask. The edges of it shift slightly, but only enough that gives the impression that it’s capable of more change.

In an almost bored monotone, the Scribe says, I have made it clear I have no interest in being on your stage. Leave me to my work.

“It’s fucking boring, though! If there’s no audience, there’s no point in writing! Scribs, you gotta–” Showrunner, you have already interrupted me and dragged your audience along with you. Whatever game you seek to play, I will not be partaking.

The Showrunner groans, multiple extra arms appearing to help them emphasize, “The game is that there’s nobody to write for! The seats are empty, the stage is lifeless, and I’m bored outta my mind!”

At this, finally, the Scribe’s own additional arms pause in their writing.

…I already allowed you to use my name to, as you put it, ‘liven things up’. “That wasn’t even me, not really! That was the yahoo at the keyboard needing to make your precious little sociopath play nice!”

The first hint at emotion comes, the Scribe replying, You speak as though you have no favorites of your own. “I never said I was unbiased, but it still fucking helped you, too!”

The pupils of all the eyes thin in unison. I grow weary of your arguments. Leave, you have gotten the hint of mystery that you, ironically, are incapable of cultivating on your own.

A shriek of frustration accompanies a sound like breaking glass. Jagged, teeth-like shards of the Showrunner’s flickering red screen-face mouth along to the distorted echo of, “Holy fucking shit, how are you such a giant bitch!? Stop being such a useless stick in the mud and help me make this fucking work!”

Emotion is once again gone from the Scribe’s voice as they sigh, Still a spoiled child, demanding attention and affirmation. If your stage is so empty, stop waiting for a prompt to populate it. Simply…devise the scenario yourself.

The flickering gets more intense, and the Showrunner seems to become just a little larger. The circle of extra screens around their face spins faster and faster, until they stop looking like anything more than a glowing red ring.

And then it all cuts out. The audience has not yet earned this particular reveal, no matter the desires of the one who usually mans the cameras. 

#long post #chronotag #TheScribeSpeaks #RunsTheShow #Show is even weirder than first expected #fun fact: both they and the Scribe can be asked questions! smiles #and Show has been on the character list for well over a year now lmaooooo #it was just hidden by white text on a white background!

[biggestqiblifan]

What the fuck?

You can't even draw.

What on Earth are those things?? Please stop trying.

Your little dragon crossovers are so childish! You just splash some color on and call it a day. Then you COMPLAIN about how HARD it was for you.

Boo hoo.

Grow up.

Ok, first of all fuck you.

Who the hell are you to say those things to me?

Listen ANON you're a coward. You hide behind your screen and anonymity, saying whatever shit you want and not caring, while I am out here just trying my best to not crumple.

You do not know the FIRST thing about me.

But, hey, its your opinion I guess.

Secondly, at least I try.

I am not the best at art, especially digital art. I'm NEW TO IT! I have never even TOUCHED a good art app! I use PAINT! I have to try make the most of it! And for your kind, kind information, I DO put thought into my drawings.

Prepare for a detailed info dump and for having your cowardly ass handed to you.

I think about the characters I'm drawing. They're personality, life, preferences. From there I begin shape.

Lord Morgarath is a cold character. Most people associate him with like black and purple, the dark spectrum, so I worked those colours into it. But I also tried out the other end because it might make sense for him to be like that.

He didn't necessarily begin as evil.

The wings are a tawny-tanish colour speckled with black to show his corruption (they also look really cool). The horns are high and point up, to me they seem like it gives authority. His scales are intricate, portraying a life of extravagance. The spikes on his back are curved, sharp and cunning. Just like him.

(the golden helmet thingy just seemed like something dragon-him would wear)

All in all, he seems ready for battle.

Also, have you noticed the amount of detail I put in?

No-one's going to notice that ruby! I don't even know how to draw a gemstone! But I put in the effort and gave it my best shot, because I care about my work.

Now, Halt is a different story.

He may seem relaxed as shown with the eyes, they are half lidded for tiredness, and he just seems really calm, like he always does in the books. But who would have a deadly tail poised to strike if they were not alert?!

The tail has a stinger because he is deadly.

(The little pendant thingy that is holding his cape seemed like a suitable place for the Oakleaf Symbol of the Rangers)

I chose royal blue for him, because I just think in some messed-up part of my shithole of a mind that it suits him and his royal blood.

His entire body and like shape (idk, think of the head) is robust, sturdy and practical. Nothing fancy. But suited to survive.

I gave him like diamond-shaped shape patterns BECAUSE REASONS! The scale designs aren't very intricate either because he is a sort of simple man.

But yeah, I can't change your opinion, so there you go. Now you know.

I put work and EFFORT into these things! And besides, in what logic do you just smash colours together and get things like this?!

So in conclusion, you failed.

No, I will not stop trying, no I don't care what you say or think you are just one person, and yes, you utterly failed to make me feel bad about myself and ruin my day.

Have the day you deserve.

#rangers apprentice #halt o'carrick #help #john flanagan #art #negative #anon #asks #answered #morgarath #lord morgarath #hibernian #drawing #analysis

[miks-fantrolls]

Hey mik! what's the process you use to make lands? They all look super amazing btw

i follow this tutorial but i dont follow it word-for-word

here i can do a quick lil thang

i like to use photoshop for this, idk how to translate it to other programs

i start w a canvas 1000x1000pixels, that way u can get a lotta detail in and then it looks even better when u inevitably shrink it for whatever ur using it for

use shape tool to make a circle. hold shift + click while dragging the tool to make a perfectly symmetrical circle. (or dont im not ur mom)

merge the shape layer down onto a raster layer.

turns into

now ur basically just adding textures n shit. i like doing it Hussie Style and using google images to add texture, basically just taking that shit and bastardizing the hell out of them through fucking around w/ the contrast/exposure/colors/etc. u can also use the photoshop generative tool to generate random texture shit (i love putting in nonsensical prompts to confuse the hell out of it--my favorite results are the really shitty ones that look like terrible collages), but its the same process for each one.

lets make up a planet. Land of Horns and Thorns.

i like to use satellite images to get that planet-y texture. i try to think of a relevant land-type. thorns are triangular, so are mountains. lets grab this image

next what we're about to do is called "transformative use"

copy+paste image on a new layer

right click on the image's layer, select "create clipping mask"

this should be the result:

but its a little flat. so lets make it rounder. i use the Liquefy tool in photoshop, but im sure theres other ways of doing it.

click filter > liquefy, then make sure u have the bloat tool selected. now bloat that mfer to ur liking. its ok if it looks a bit shit right now. when uve bloated it as much as u want, click ok. now u have smth like this

now start messing w/ filters and colors. i try to ascertain the mood im going for with a planet. Land of Horns and Thorns sounds a bit whimsical, but maybe subtly dangerous? so, translating that to color, maybe it's fun and colorful, but like, in the same way those deadly poisonous frogs are fun and colorful. maybe there will be some dark pits as well. lets see what we can do

i start w/ messing around w/ contrast. go to image > adjustments > brightness/contrast. fuck around w it to ur liking. this is what it looks like now

already we're starting to get some of those dark pits i wanted. lets make the colors pop a little more by messing w the exposure.

u can also mess w/ the vibrance, hue, saturation, etc. basically all those lil tools in the image > adjustments are ur best friends now. i like to increase the saturation to get that shit-jpeg look u see in homestuck sometimes

now create a new layer. we go back to google images. im gonna look up some closeups of thorns

this works fine. copy & paste. create clipping mask. bastardize the image however u want, similar to the first one. using the liquefy tool helps to get shit into place where u want it.

made it a little more abstract.

played w/ the color settings. i dont want this one to be as vibrant b/c im going to be using the layer modes. however, i do want to posterize the hell outta this

ok i like how it looks in luminosity mode.

however, i kinda wanna change the colors of the bottom layer now. lets use a gradient map (image > adjustments > gradient map). just hit ok when the prompt comes up, we can detail it in the side panel.

if u just click the actual gradient bar itself, itll open up the gradient editor. there u can make ur own custom gradient and specify the colors n shit. theres also a bunch to choose from.

so, i think that looks pretty fucking cool. i love the contrast, but i kind of want to see what it looks like in other colors too. we head to the hue/saturation tool.

there, i like that. a bright, poisonous color with the threatening blotches of red. now lets make this mfer look like a planet. merge everything into one layer if ya want

the gradient tool is now ur best friend. i like to fuck w the gradients, one of my favorite effects is making a sorta halo gradient (basically just copy the opacity controls i have, im sure u can also google how to do it) and merge the gradient to an empty layer

and, yknow, just mess with the settings

u can add gradients to make it look more like a 3d object. mess w the colors and settings n shit

we add some clouds now. i just use 1px pencil tool. try to use the curvature of the planet to inform how u draw the clouds. think about how u want them to be formed (swirling around the center? stretched out? etc) and think about what u think the atmosphere would be like on ur planet. a completely barren planet like mercury may have no clouds at all. or maybe its like jupiter, where its nothing but clouds? also think about the anemology of the planet. how do the winds form, what directions do they go?

i think the Land of Horns and Thorns sounds like a place that would have a good amount of thunderstorms, so lets make the clouds black. mountains are pretty windy, so maybe the clouds will sporadic but dense.

fuck around w/ it til ur tired of looking at it. then make that fucker smaller (the average mspa panel is 650x450. unless ur planet is taking up the entire page, u can probably get away with smt smaller.) **make sure u have interpolation set to bicubic or nearest neighbor.

and then ur done.

side notes: literally do whatever u want tbh, u can do as many layers as u want, use whatever tools u want. thats pretty much the basic format ive got.

#mikart #kinda got lazy but u get the gist #tutorial #homestuck

[amigac0debasic13]

inhaling so heavily so so heavily,, hey guys its me im back. ninjago. This is just a huge rant about me HATING how trauma is handled in this show. ignore this if you do not want to see my HORRORS.

WHY. IS TRAUMA NOT A FUCKING THING IN THIS STUPID ASS SHOW. Im on another rewatch because im FUCKING INSANE but it drives me actually mad that there are so many downright horrific things that happen to these characters that are just NEVER addressed. lets talkabout the fucking first one that caught my eye when I was first watching the show!!! Im basically going from least infuriating to most infuriating, im trying to cut this show some slack but dear god. !!WHY IS COLE OKAY MAN. HE LITERALLY DIEEED. HE TURNED INTO A GHOST. listen Iknow ninjago death means nothing, and im going to talk about that too but he literally could have ceased to exist if he so much as touched water. after he got his body back, why was this never FUCKING mentioned. I think. if I was in a perpetual state of being horrified my existence would amount to nothing and id just stop BEING when I touched some clear shit coming out of my sink id be pretty scarred for life. I loved possession man, but this happened to TWO CHARACTERS. TWOOO. AND THE OTHER CHARACTER IS LLOYD. lets not even MENTION that hes been exploited the moment everyone found out he was a green ninja, and before that a bunch of grown ass people were bullying a CHILD WHO IS ACTUALLY HOMELESS, lets talk about how his fucking body was taken over by Morro while he ALSO worries about his DAD BEING STUCK IN THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD. IM LOSING IT. IM LOSSINGG ITT. On a smaller note, MISAKO ABANDONED LLOYD. KILL HER. I am the hashtag misako hater garmadon deserves better. The show made no attempt for them to bond or try to make amends for what happened when Lloyd was a kid, she barely appears at all really and it just makes me fucking despise her. ALSO MORRO. this kid. reminding you, CHILD, fucking died in a cave. the cave we SAW in the pilot, if i remember right which is FUCKING INSANE>,,?? we SEE HIS SKELETON. THAT IS A CHILDS SKELETON. never mentioned again after episode 8 I don't think. now the MEAT. THE MEATT. whatever the FUCK went on with garmadon after he got resurrected. They actually did cover this a bit with how Lloyd acted around garmadon, but crystalized also sucked ass and really gave us nothing on how Garmadon felt about this. on god im so sick that hes so normal shaped in crystalized too, He was literally growling with every breath in sons of garmadon why is he normal now. Its been years, i get it. also the Garmadon comic. but he SHOULDNT be a normal person whos just an asshole, I want him to be feral okay?? ok??? I am playfully gesturing to Devils Horns by TeuthidaRegina (did i spell that right. idk man. Its a super fucking good fanfic.)

ALSO Vinnys apartment is very inaccurate there should be scratch marks on the walls and then they should kiss. ANYWAYS Besides this, Lloyd being mad at Garmadon was really all we got for how *he* was effected by his once loving father now randomly coming back with his ribs exposed and only being able to say like. 3 words. and also him immediately trying to kill Lloyd. I feel like we should have gotten a LOT more man. Now this isn't really a problem with the show (Its a huge problem in crystalized but that's a given) but more a problem with the fandom, so that's why I'm putting it at the end. this does not hold relevancy over garmadon becoming a BEAST. (also garmadon becoming a beast is the best thing that ever happened in this show btw. you all are wrong and he should have been animalistic from the beginning. still nice. but he should have also growled. all the time.) My issue is with how people portray harumi. I already had my Harumi spout in a post I made earlier, but I only mentioned the toxicity of the ship with her and Lloyd a little bit. Let us THINK BACK on how she literally feels nothing for Lloyd at all. He was a stepping stone in getting Garmadon back, and she probably straight up hates him. She pretends to like him to manipulate him into helping her resurrect garmadon ok?? do we understand?? Ive seen actual tags on AO3 that say "no harumi hate here" and I am so done. all the harumi hate. dont FUCKING talk to me if you want to justify the downright horrendous things shes done. That ship is toxic as hell and Lloyd is downright being abused AGAIN for like the FIVE BILLIONTH TIME IN HIS LIFE. I dont care man. shes an abusive bitch. i HATE HER. Crystalized made the worst fucking decision trying to justify her and I genuinely hate whoever thought that was a good and right decision to make. If she comes back in dragons rising i hope she dies AGAIN, but Im honestly rooting for them to ignore crystalized's existence. Now finally, this is the absolute peak of how Ninjago shittily handles trauma. the ICE EMPEROR. Zane was stuck in a fucking hellscape of a realm for like. what was it. EIGHTY YEARS??? he went fucking mad man, he turned into a bloodthirsty tyrant during that time. and when this seasons conflict was fixed with the "power of friendship" the show literally mentions that the ice emperor is STILL INSIDE ZANES NOGGIN. AND WHAT DOTHEY DOO?? THEY MAKE IT INTO A FUCKING JOKE. its honestly almost disgusting to me how they handled it, Zane has DIED BEFORE. that's bad. he should have trauma. BUT Zane LITERALLY HAS A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER IN HIS FUCKING HEAD. DO NOT JOKE ABOUT THIS SHIT. ACTUALLY. HE SHOULD HAVE SOME RELUCTANCE TO USING HIS POWERS OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING MAN. HE KILLLED AN ENTIRE RACEE. Genuinely this is one of my favorite shows, and I love adding onto the shaky ass plot and making it better, but I cannot DEAL with this. Im going to throw in the shit that happened in the spinjitzu brothers book, because oh my god Wu and Garmadon should be fucked up with all the stuff they have had to deal with for like. 5 thousand years. but its fine. its okay. its the book series. I wont mention it. (that book series is so good please release the final book please) ((I LOVE wu and garmadon they are some of my favorite characters in the ENTIRE series im blinking my eyes at you. please go indepth on those two. also give Wu a dragon form, or an Oni form, or literally anything he IS NOT HUMAN.) Also if anyone tells me im ignoring skybound its because I do not need to say anything about skybound. we all know what happened. we ALLL know what the fuck they did to Nya. and fucking. mister possibly a pedo creep man who does not care about consent. I dont even remember his name thats how bad I hate him .

#Im so done #im also scared #my RANTS #LISTEN TO ME RANT #I am unwell #and not okay #please #ninjago #lego ninjago #Im kind of afraid to tag this but I need people to engage with me pretty please #make me heard #FUCK IT. IM COMMITING GUYS #lord garmadon #ninjago misako #lloyd garmadon #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago harumi #Im not doing the tags with their last names. too many of them. #vinny isnt mentioned enough for me to tag him. sorry bbg.