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crystal-overdrive · 2 months
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🔺Ask game- what is Tav most ashamed of, and how would she react if anyone found out?
Dear Brave-Little-Avocado-Toaster,
My apologies for taking a while to get back to you on this one. I had to think for a while. While I am ashamed of how I acted, I think there are worse things you could ask me. A seven, I think. Others have tried to make me feel shame many times in my life. My mother, for failing to meet up to her expectations; my wizardly colleagues, for not having "proper" magic; my former compatriots, for choosing the path that was efficient over the one that was kind, even a number of ex-lovers who had issues with...how to put this politely...my fondness towards the gifts that The Maiden of Pain blesses us with. I am ashamed of none of these things. There is something that I feel ashamed of. I did a bad thing to a good man because he got something I wanted. This might be a long story.
Every year, the Watchful Order hosts Venture Adventus, a summer-long event where teams of students of magic compete to create a new spell. Even getting into Venture is a huge deal. It practically guarantees archmage status in the years to come. I'd been with the same man since week two of undergrad, basically. We met in Ancient Magic Soc and that was that. He was an abjuration wizard, a painfully traditional occupation for WO grads and very much in demand. So a Venture team picked him up: a mutual friend of ours from AMS plus some of their promising Blackstaff friends. I'll admit I was hurt that we weren't going to enter together, but it didn't put me off; I was recruited too. Our team was strange, to say the least. Aeren, a brilliant, yet somewhat reclusive, transmutation wizard I'd only seen at AMS or in class had built a team consisting of an evocation specialist, an artificer, a second transmutation wizard whom for sake of brevity we will just refer to as my frenemy, and me; not even a wizard, just a student of languages, who for this project learned to read the most powerful language of all: Loross. Not Netherese, the language of the commoners, but that spoken by the archmages in their flying fortresses. Aeren wanted to create a spell that would boost the power of our magic beyond current capabilities. They told us the project was to ambitious, too technical, too likely to fail. The interviewer from the Temple of Mystra called it blasphemous. Suffice to say, we didn't get in. My ex's team did. We still worked on the project, though. We had an entire free summer and five brilliant minds. It didn't matter that none of us really liked each other, not like my ex's team, who seemed to be the best of friends. It was hard, watching that. Watching them excel together. And it was even harder working alongside my frenemy, who liked to remind me that she and my ex had been in school together, of how many times she had rejected his desperate advances. She compared him to Aeren, whom she evidently lusted for.
So if those things were hard, it was easy to say yes when Aeren asked me to work late with him, to translate the romantic Lorossian language while he worked the weave, to eat good food and drink good wine, to go to the opera and the theatre while my ex was at the tavern and the mage brawl. It was easy to kiss him. It was easy to fuck him. For once I felt like I came first. I wasn't second to my sister, or to my frenemy, or to the stronger magic wielders in my class. I thought he valued me for the things I liked and, honestly, it felt good to hurt my ex, to hurt my frenemy. I wielded sex like a weapon, because I thought it was the only faculty I had. I wanted my ex to feel as powerless as I had when we'd failed to get into Venture. My patron (how I referred to Our Dark Lord at the time) encouraged this behaviour, obviously, though at the time I didn't recognise Him for what he was.
It crashed and burned, as it does. I lost my ex. He didn't deserve what I did to him. We had a future and I threw it away because I couldn't bear to be in his shadow. I could not fathom the idea of being second to an ordinary man. I thought I was first in Aeren's eyes, but I think to him I was a fantasy. He started to tell me how we'd sip wine from his floating fortress, and for a while I believed it. That was until he met someone else, and I was second again. What I'd done to my ex, I'd had done to me. I must admit, sometimes when I look at Enver, I see Aeren. Perhaps that's why I've tried so hard to supress my feelings for him. There is a difference though: Enver has earned it. My supplication. For him, I'd accept second place. Enver will rule the Sword Coast. Astarion knows about this, he gets it. Anyone else, well, I fear my former comrades would use it as further proof that I've been an awful person all along. Karlach would probably use it as an excuse to accuse me of sleeping with Astarion while I was with Wyll. I could hear that accusation on the tip of her tongue at the ball. For what it's worth, we have never seen each other that way. Purley platonic. If Env found out, well, I suppose I will tell him eventually. If it comes up. I don't think he's in a position to judge me for anything I've done based on his own moral track record, but Banites do value loyalty. I'd worry it would make me seem weak in his eyes, susceptible to petty flattery and seduction. I'm laughing at what I just wrote. He already thinks of me that way, doesn't he? I think I shall end this overly long letter here.
Yours in Authority, Grand Duke Tavarina Ammakyl
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•. A visit in a dream .•
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bigfatbreak · 2 months
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
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#my art#feralnette au#birds of a feather#long tags#sorry I went apeshit in the tags#LETS SAY IT ALL TOGETHER NOW#I - M - A - G - OOOOOOOOO#its fun drawing marinette's back to Alya and having her appear stout and unstoppable and totally logical#and then you see her face and she's like two seconds from completely snapping and is keeping it together by a thread#as a note just because mari feels very certainly abt smth doesnt mean she's right. feelings can be valid and also irrational#in the throes of grief she decided it was better to be alone than to lose someone again so she started pulling away#and lila made pulling away very very very easy to do#shes also vaguely aware she's being unfair in pinning this on alya which is why she started spinning the drain on cockmoth again#legitimately all the shit that's happened to her wouldn't have been so catastrophic if he was never in the picture and she knows it#but the bitterness of her bestie choosing a fantastic liar over her at the worst of times stiiiiiings#alya's personal timing was bad but lila really took advantage of the fact that marinette had been acting off and weird#she basically clocked marinette as being unstable from SOMETHING and made up a lie about her#knowing she wouldn't have the strength to defend herself#between her social life going tachy bc of lila and losing fu in a way that felt like personhood death marinette was really put on the spot#and alya doing her thing of busting in there and assuming her bias is correct was a terrible combo#essentially marinette is highly unstable and alya is just realizing that#busting in and giving her a lecture when she's slightly hysterical and definitely delirious from exhaustion is NOT the way#to show her she's self sabotaging#cuz thats just gonna make her double down on self sabotaging. bc marinette will not accept that she is also a CHIIIIILD
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floweroflaurelin · 2 months
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How do you want to do this?
Goodbye, Faithful Caregiver.
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nicoliine · 4 months
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The day you noticed Lucifer was using his wings to court you.
☆彡 In birds, there is a great variety of nuptial displays at the time of courtship, especially in species that have melodious songs or show very striking plumage.
Little did you know, this would include angels or the king of hell himself.
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☆ English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance.
☆ The reader is g/n; no pronouns or y/n are used.
 
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You were always fond of birds, and you dedicated much of your life to helping preserve endangered species. You studied them, spent countless hours learning about the hundreds of species, a lot of diets and their behaviors.
This didn’t seem to stop once you found yourself in Hell; in fact, once you discovered there were a bunch of sinners with bird-like features, you just seemed content to be there.
When you arrived at the Hazbin hotel, you claimed one of the spare rooms as your personal studio, and after what you have called "the toughest battle in your life," you convinced Alastor to let you have a camera "as long as you never get that frivolous technology box near me."
Husk had to ask you not so politely to stop when you first met. Before you could even take his hand, you had started to ask questions about their wings; sometimes you even wrote on an oh-so-worn notebook of yours; it became a common topic of discussion between the two of you. When you forget he has work to do and start to take multiple pictures of his wings and even try to take one of his wings when he is not looking, Angel starts to think that your bartender friend is about to lose it, and you will end with a scratch or two.
 
Besides that, one could say that your presence in the hotel was appreciated; you could be found watching some funny shows on TV with Angel and never saying no to Vaggie when she asked for a favor. Soon, you started to feel part of the hotel, and the rest of the staff agreed with that.
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Lucifer was nothing like any man you had met in life or hell; he was, to put it simply, an awkward guy, always so silly yet so elegant. He had managed to get you longing for his presence more often than you would like to admit.
You are not sure how you and Lucifer became friends, but having a shared interest in ducks seemed to help. You gave him all kinds of facts about them, and he would step by your room every so often to show you the new rubber duck he was working on. Not that you're complaining, but one of his ducks set your courtains on fire on an occasion.
Charlie says that she is proud of his "social advances,” as she used to call your interactions. Seeing him out of his office more often and having an actual conversation with someone seems to make the princess happy and less worried about her father, and if that someone turns out to be you, it is so much better!
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The first time you noticed this weird behavior of his was the day you two met. You couldn’t help but mention, after his bickering with Alastor over who was Charlie’s father figure, that you found his wings precious. Lucifer, being the prideful man he is, wasted no time on extending his wings only for your delight, a smirk on his face as he saw your eyes wide admiring that part of him; they were so magnificent, you could swear they were shining in the light of the room, and you'd die to see if the feathers were as soft as they seemed.
 
Just a simple touch, please.
 
Before returning his wings to their place, there was a flutter of his wings, so slow that there was no way someone could notice.
But you weren't just someone; you knew it. What a coincidence! You could recap an article about some birds courtship.
The second time you saw it, you were in your room minding your own business. He came to you with a smile, but your eyes were looking past him, his wings on full display as he greeted you. There, his wings started flutter again, now lasting more than the last time. Now there is no way it was just a coincidence. “My eyes are up here, darling,” he said, that smirk on his face turning into a pout as you were not paying him enough attention. You just shake your head, focus on the man before you, returning your full attention to him, and the pout on his lips dissapears immediately as your eyes are on him.
 
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You are getting crazy; every time you get a glimpse of him, you find his wings moving in an oh-so-familiar way that you could swear it was a courtship dance, every time bolder than before.
That is when you decided to confront him, getting just a chuckle from him. It made you think maybe it was just your imagination, and you finally lost your mind.
 
While sitting on the hotel balcony, Lucifer was telling you one of his ideas for this new rubber duck. He said it would be the best one he would work on so far, even though you doubted that. Then you stopped listening, your eyes fixated on his wings. Every time he looked at you, they would flutter not so subtly, distracting you from everything around you. Your head rested on your palm, almost feeling bad for not listening to his rambling.
 
"Luci, you're courting me." It was supposed to be a question, but by the way the king of hell stopped his rambling and, looking at you with wide eyes, you found that maybe it was not.
"And what would make you think that?" He said mocking you, he also rested his head in one of their hands.
 
"Your wings, the way you move them," you pointed to his wings; they stopped his movements when you mentioned it; he just chuckled, then started to laugh. Was he laughing at you? It made you want to hide yourself from him; was it your imagination? No way.
 
"So you finally notice," he then said. Once his laugh was gone, he adjusted himself on his seat. Now, with both of his hands holding his face and looking at you with a smirk, his wings started to flutter once more. "I thought it would take you less time, may I be honest"
 
"Actually, I noticed it long ago; I thought it was just my—" You felt the air leaving your lungs once he got on his feet and moved closer to you. "...Just my imagination." You were not strange to his proximity, but this time he just looked so imponent, wings on full display and fluttering around. Now it was definitely a courtship dance, and you were on the receiving end.
 
"Now, what do you think?" He hovered over you who still sitting, a hand resting on the back of your seat, taking one of your hands on his and kissing your knuckles. The kiss lasted longer than you thought was the average time for one, and even then he didn’t let go of your hand. "Was my dance enough to impress you, darling?" Now, looking into his eyes, you could only see adoration, awaiting your response.
 
You couldn't speak; you can't imagine the king of hell pulling up something like this for you.
 
"My dear, please talk to me," he pleaded, a sigh leaving his lips as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his warm breath in your skin, burning like hellfire.
 
"It was," you said, Lucifer now turning his face to look at you. You took his face in your hands and moved him closer, he gave you an inquisitive look but with no intention to move from your touch. "I should have mentioned it earlier; it was quite impressive." You smiled, and he did the same.
 
Now, how long you two kissed, you also don't remember; what you remember, however, is how he held you against him as if you were just about to disappear right then, and that when you finally got to touch his wings, you were proved wrong.
His feathers were much softer than you have imagined.
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This idea came to me yesterday when my dad showed me a reel of a lady bird who epically ignored the male who was dancing to her, I felt so bad and immediately thought about Lucifer.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞
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chiliger · 9 months
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See what Fox doesn’t remember is that it was his idea.
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sleepysebris · 1 year
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ml secret santa gift for @raindrops-on-the-roof ! ✨ sorry for being a week late i have this problem where i over-detail things that were meant to be simple. I wanted to do a silly lil love square comic and somehow get alya & nino in there, and at the time, elation was all i could think about! lol (this takes place in a reality where that was the last episode i watched) Thank you @mlsecretsanta for hosting such a cool event 💙
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turesti · 18 days
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Colin listening to everyone praise him for being a matchmaker & helping the girl he just found out he was in love with possibly get engaged to someone else
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rezitio · 6 months
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┊⋆ ˚✯✩ Twitter LINKS w/ jjk men;<nsfw>>
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a/n : why am I still getting likes none em work anymore 💀💀 anyways I got some more on my page so
Warning : nsfw under cut, anal, oral m! & f!, spanking, rough fucking, chocking, fingering
Characters : gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji zenin, nanami kento, itadori yuuji & sukuna ryomen.
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⋆ ˚ Gojo Satoru
Gojo laying you on the couch after misson
Gojo making you do all the work because he's lazy
Gojo being annoyed by your antics
Waking up with Gojo
Sucking Gojo
Riding Gojoq
⋆ ˚ Geto Suguru
Teen!Geto can't stand to see you in a skirt anymore
Geto after a long day of Gojo
Taking him in the car
Begging Geto to be mean to you like he was that day after that mission
While Geto was figuring out whether he hated non-sorcers or not, he often took out his frustrations on you
⋆ ˚ Toji Zenin
Toji fingering you as you squirm
Toji just fucking teasing you
Toji taking a shower with you
Toji chocking you on his length
Taking him in like the good slut you are
⋆ ˚ Nanami Kento
Nanami eating you out
Nanami after work
Nanami praising your body
Nanami comes home after a long day only to see you masturbating
⋆ ˚ Itadori Yuuji
Yuuji fingering you
Yuuji making sure you're alright
⋆ ˚ Sukuna Ryomen
Sukuna playing with you
Sukuna showing affection
Sukuna digging his hands in your pants
Sukuna did not expect you to be that good
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No I don't like geto fym?
:: 18/12/23
:: 29/12/23
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turnipoddity · 2 months
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yall the freaks are at it again
NSFW BELOW
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cj-kenobi · 2 months
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otter-wan says it's time for BIG yawn and commander cuddles
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zecoritheweirdone · 1 month
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wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.
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ybetzarts · 4 months
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Knuckles' 30th Anniversary carousel post 💥🌟I knew this wasnt gonna make it on Feb. 2, hence why I made the prev Knux post XDD
[FULL ILLUSTRATION BELOW, and a *flipped version]
If i ever miss any details, so sorry HNGG...theres so many characters, even came up with their grown-up designs on a whim (not claiming the designs to be unique btw, of all the fanarts out there, who knows?)
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just realized how difficult itd be for phone-only viewers to look at this art...theyre so tiny when you look at them through your phone. I thought this *flipped version might help :DD
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inkskinned · 6 months
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you have to be sexy but you have to be sexy in a way that's kind of bloody. you learn this early because you are wearing a ruffled skirt and the snow around your ankles kicks little sand particles against your calves. baby's first catcall. welcome to sexiness! welcome to the eyesore of your own body!
you have to be sexy like high heels. like sculpted eyebrows. like lean stomach and highly treated hair. you have to be sexy like youth is sexy, which means you have to be sexy like boxtox and plastic. a 30 year old can be sexy but she's not going to be bloody, and they like the bloodiness of it. a 30 year old is sexy when she is a whiskey glass and a wooden desk.
but you need to be sexy like an open mouth. you need to be sexy like a bitten apple. like plucked skin and white-knuckling the waxing kit.
so sex is a performance, not an enjoyment. for a while, you just assumed everyone else was also in on the joke - nobody actually likes sex that much, right? like, some men probably do, but why would you? it is like a gender - your gender is sexy. your gender is the performance of sex. you are thigh highs and garter belts. which, to be fair, do make you feel sexy.
part of what does make sex good is that you can tell that other people want you, which means the performance of sexiness is both bloody and wanted, which is good, which means you are winning at having a body. being wanted is the prize. being wanted is the thing you are searching for, not hope. you think you are looking for a soft grave in easy loam, but that is bloody but not sexy. to be sexy you must be bloody like a red open sign. bloody like a handprint. this will make you wanted.
any wanted or unwanted body is subject to supply and demand, which is to say that the more demand, the better you are valued. you must be highly demanded to be valued. this is stated in matter-of-fact by some men. sometimes it is a priest that says it, and sometimes it is a podcaster, and sometimes it is the 45th president of the united states of america.
(if you do not have any experience with being told your value, i want you to grab the nearest bird to you and i want you to crush it into a thin paste in your hand. spit into the center, and then hold your fingers closed tight around it for days and days, long after the rot has set in. feel bones itch inside of your fist. this is only a fraction of what it actually feels like, but it will suffice for a moment.)
good sex feels like you have earned their desperation. you have earned your own value. for a while you operated under the understanding that everyone knew about the power structure, even him. that their desire to take you - the violence of it - means that you must desire to be caught. little prince, guardian fox - you would rather have cut your own arm off. you liked the secret, cunning little voice you keep tucked into a box. you think you are fucking me. i am not even here right now. you are fucking what i conned you into perceiving. this is a painting, not a person. dominion over the body before all things.
so you bend your body like a wheat shaft and learn the steps so perfectly that it almost seems graceful. (if you do not have experience faking your own connection to your body and sexuality, cut each of your articles of clothing just a little bit incorrectly. pour fishbones into each of your meals. this way, you will experience the average noon on a tuesday.)
you have to be sexy like light spilled over a desk, but not desperate. not a noose. you can't be sexy like an electric guitar, you are the acoustic. you have to be on top of the bull but you can't have control over the animal.
okay, okay. the little rabbit of your heart went to sleep so long ago that winter has ravaged your concept of the human soul. there's something very-bad inside you, something that has taken over, a little fetid and rabid animal, angry and hurting and willing to bite first.
oh but even that's a pain that's sexy. open your mouth. be careful not to let the canines show.
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samd1o1 · 4 months
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So I was looking at my Socials PFP and Discord PFP and then I noticed;
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These are the same fucking smile
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clown-owo · 10 months
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