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jess-p-edits · 2 years

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Correlaine Hunter Roles: All Results 🏹 🛡️

For those of you who took the Hunter Personality Quiz and wanted to see more about your “coworkers”, here are all the descriptions for the other roles!

🛡️ Shield: Looks like you’ll be serving under the ever-dutiful Shield Warden Hoff! Shields see a lot of action within the wealds, with a focus on defense and protection over offense. You are aware of your many strengths, but you mainly use them to serve others. Hoff will keep a paternal eye on you, as he knows shields are oftentimes predisposed to self-sacrifice and putting others first, even to their own detriment. Thankfully, those who are drawn to being a shield are also some degree of level-headed and can keep cool under pressure.

🐎 Beast Handler: You possess the highly unique aptitude to serve as a Beast Handler! Serving under Beast Warden Sylus, you will rely on your natural affinity for caring for animals. You never require fawning gratitude to do a job well, but seeing the life spark of the creatures you care for is reward enough. You possess incredible patience, at least for animals. You will be tasked with both the care and training of working animals, such as the horses used by the Scouts or the hawks used to retrieve the enchanted arrows of Bows. Your passion and curiosity may also lead you to working with monsters, and continuing the work of those who came before you to domesticate the more mild-mannered creatures of the weald such as the alpengeits or saddlebears. Watch your fingers, and good luck!

🦗 Medic: Having someone’s life in your hand is a terror and an honor, one that you are prepared to meet. You are capable of bearing immense amounts of pressure in the name of helping your fellow hunters live to fight another day. You are flexible and can use both magical healing and mundane remedies, so you rely on your intuition and your intelligence in tandem. You will have the opportunity to primarily serve as a clinic medic or a weald medic, though you ought to be prepared to serve in either role in the event of a dire emergency.

You will be working under the crackpot savant himself, Medic Warden Cricket. His methods are unorthodox, yet those who have been under his care call him a miracle worker.

⚒️ Forge: Looks like you will be serving under the stoic, inventive Forge Warden Ordion!

Capable, strong, creative….and content to stay behind the scenes. Forges largely work to design armor and weapons for their fellow hunters and thrive in positions where they can let loose their care, craftsmanship, and creativity.

Forges are still quite brave souls, however, as they are also master enchanters and infusers. The various posts within the wealds regularly receive careful upkeep for their monster repelling wards, so you will still have the opportunity to prove yourself within a weald.

👀 Scout: After your time as a hunter apprentice, you have achieved the rank of Scout Third! Scouts are tasked with monitoring the abyssal wealds and tracking the movements of potentially highly dangerous, but not actively aggressive monsters. Your eyes are keen and your heart kind as you will work to prevent monster attacks from happening in the first place. You will also serve as a lead during search and rescue missions. You won't see much direct, frontline fighting, but you still have an important role among the hunters. While you might not always like getting your hands dirty, you are always willing to contribute to the greater good. You do well in positions that are impactful but won't leave you as the center of attention. You will be serving under Scout Warden Jaisse and Scout Second Wrecks.

✨ Mage: Mage Warden Mauve will be happy to guide a promising new adept, such as yourself! Passionate, curious, and creative, mages tend to have many interests, though possess an impressive ability to hyper-focus on the tasks they find the most important (or dire) to deal with in the moment. Mages also tend to be independent and care passionately for those closest to them. Magic can be a great tool of power and creativity, but it must be wielded cautiously. The side effects of magical exhaustion vary from person to person, so those drawn to the position tend to have a background of suffering from (and developed the fortitude and knowledge to manage) ailments such as migraines, sudden hunger pangs, anxiety, or other forms of chronic pain.

👊 Brawler: You finished the test with such gusto, of course you are fit to be a brawler! You have the brains to masterfully use your brawn, and your passion inspires those around you. Brawlers conduct the most combat-oriented missions, taking the lead to take down some of the most dangerous creatures an abyssal weald can throw at you. While you value your downtime and moments of respite, when you are on, you are ready to be ON!You will be serving under the equally passionate Brawl Warden Noa! Stay safe out there!

🏹 Bow: Led by the Bow Warden Yulalia, hunters of the Bow are skillful and focused. If you intend to do anything, you tend to do it well, even without an audience. As long as you know you are doing a good job, you have no problem being a supportive figure in the background. Bows are the masters of long-range engagement among the Hunters of Correlaine and tend to see some of the fiercest monster engagements, even if at a distance. Bows tend to be precise in action and in manner. Bows may frequently use enchanted arrows, with trained hawks in their division specifically trained to retrieve them. These hawks tend to become the beloved, sometimes spoiled mascots of a Bow squad, as Bow Hunters tend to have a secret sentimental side as well.

#world building wednesday #wip: hom #My goal writing all of these was for anyone to be excited about getting any role!#I love the wardens and the hunters so much so it's funny and surreal seeing y'all talk about your results! I weep!

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bard-powers-activate · 26 days

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I was searching for information about weeping trees to build out a setting for my dungeons and dragons campaign, when I stumbled across this glorious academic paper:

#in a peer-reviewed journal #I’m just a simple DM trying to find inspiration for my settings through my learning about trees hyperfixation #hoping to set a part of my enchanted forest under a weeping tree of some kind and try to learn more #and here we are #double blink meme #to be crystal clear I ADORE this type of behavior in academia #this is now in my inspo folder for the community of researchers and scholars in my WIP

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cozypups · 1 year

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over the years emil (my character who often feels like one of my parts) has gone from very hunched over, incredibly anxious, and super safe in his suit and tie, to having a slightly better posture, smiling more, and a little more business casual and honestly it all happened super naturally........ each time i draw him, it's super comforting and it's like he's always there to sing my anxiety away 😭💞

THE COMPARISON between how i draw him now, compared to somewhere late december of 2016 it's just........ i will never let this man go, i will never release my tiny paws from him ever

#robin's art #myart #wips #gives him LOTS of hugs and kisses all over #plays with his hair #lays in his arms and weeps silently #LOOK AT MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!#what's often mind boggling for me to think about is the fact that there are a lot of parallels between us....#such as him having ocd wayyy before i was even diagnosed with it #i guess i was externalizing my ocd without even knowing it KJBHFKBJHFDd

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ultravioletrayz · 4 months

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Thinking about Miguel rn

miguel o’hara x f!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Miguel is 100% a softdom… unless provoked LMAO

Imagine he’s been caught up at work a lot lately, barely able to get a minute to himself, let alone his pretty girl. You’ve felt a little neglected lately, in sexual terms. So, being the petty little shit you are, you send Miguel a few risqué text and pics throughout his work day. Big mistake.

The second he walks through the apartment door and you make your way over to embrace him, he’s shoving your face against the wall of the entryway and peeling your sleep shorts off, hissing in your ear about how “you almost got him in trouble” and other crap you couldn’t bring yourself to care about while his now exposed and needy cock was prodding at your weeping entrance.

“You wanna be a fucking tease, huh? Then don’t cry about it when I make you take it like the slut you are, muñeca.”

He’s thrusting into you with reckless abandon, hips making harsh, sloppy contact with your ass as he pulls on your hair and moans into your ear, punishing you for being a brat while also giving you what you’ve so desperately been craving as he whispers absolute filth against your skin, now adorned with the marks of his sharp teeth to remind you who’s in charge.

His free hand snakes it’s way down the front of your stomach towards your throbbing bud, his fingers teasingly rubbing your clit in a way that has you drooling and clenching around his dick as he cruelly fucks you into the wall.

“Eso es- ¡Joder! Pretty pussy missed me so bad. Missed you, too, cariño.”

Yeah… he was definitely gonna show you just how much he missed you tonight.

extended version!!

I have like zero motivation to write reqs rn, but I promise I’m gonna post a good one soon!! Sorry to everyone who’s waiting, believe me I have so many wips that I just need to finish off 😭

#ultravioletrayz #miguel smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x you

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runa-falls · 7 months

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sleepy lovers

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

rating: explicit 18+

cw: smut, somnophilia elements, oral (f), piv, not finished--

summary: i'm a sleepy girl so i'm always thinking about how soft miguel would be if his girlfriend was dozing off as he eats her out. the second part is with sleepy!miguel!

a/n: this is a wip that i'm posting bc i hate myself -- anyway

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he gets in late. very late. she was planning on waiting up for him, wanting to see him after being apart for his work trip, but when he arrives, she's already asleep on the couch, her body curled in on itself with her head propped uncomfortably on the arm of the couch.

miguel quietly walks over to her, watching her shoulders move with slow, deep breaths. he picks her up, cradling her body easily in his arms, and walks up the stairs to their bedroom.

she's dressed in an adorable nightgown, one he's sure she was wanting to show off when he arrived. the neckline is modest, but it's quite short, showing off her legs and hinting at lies underneath. and it's soft to the touch, fabric almost thin enough to tear with his bare hands.

he looks down at the girl in his arms, eyes exploring how the gown rides up to the tops of her thighs. his hands unconsciously tighten around her figure as he feels heat rush towards his center. he doesn't soften his hold until he feels her shift in his hold.

"mig...?" her groggy voice calls out for him as he places her gently on the bed.

"sorry, cariño..." she nuzzles against his hand as he sweeps her hair away from her face. "didn't mean to wake you."

she yawns sleepily, "it's ok." he watches hungrily as she stretches, pushing her arms above her and arching her back.

"you look real pretty tonight." she squirms under his gaze, heat rushing to her cheeks. miguel's eyes glow red, drinking in her bashful smile. even with the minimal light in the house, he can see everything, and he's never been so thankful for his powers.

she hides her face in her hands, "really?"

"mhm..." miguel takes a hold of her wrists before pinning them to either side of her head, "don't hide from me, baby."

her breathing labors as he slowly crawls onto the bed, caging her in between himself and the mattress. he first kisses her sweetly, gently caressing her lips with his and drinking in her gasps and moans, before placing hot kisses down her neck and over her covered chest.

"how pretty?"

"mm..." his large hands shove the skirt of her nightgown up to her hips, revealing her bare cunt to the cool air of the room. "...pretty enough to eat."

he dips his head between her thighs, forcing her legs apart with his broad shoulders, wasting no time to taste her. he gently circles his tongue around her clit, teasingly applying minimal stimulation until she whining for more.

"please--please, more, i need--"

she lets out a squeak when he sucks the sensitive bud into his hot mouth, expertly flicking against it. he moans as fingers quickly thread into his hair, gripping and tugging him closer as his tongue has her shaking against him.

her hips begin to rut against his mouth, desperate to reach her already rapidly approaching orgasm, but just as she's at the cusp of her climax, he pulls back and she nearly weeps at the loss.

dark eyes watch as her exhausted body teeters on the edge of the euphoric end she was seeking.

"w-what, wait, please...?"

"patience, cariño." he's so close to her that his lips move against her pulsing clit as he speaks. "i'm not done with you yet." she whimpers softly when he pushes closer, slowly laving his tongue against her wet heat. she's never felt so sensitive, yet hungry for more.

he keeps the slow pace and sweet pleasure makes the world turn into a blur around her. her legs are sprawled over his shoulders as he methodically licks and nuzzles against her, constantly bringing her to the edge but never letting her cum.

at some point she's delirious with pleasure, eye lulled and shiny with unshed tears of exhaustion. he whispers comforting praises in that low voice of his as she whimpers at the intense sensation of coming down from the edge.

she has no idea what time it is when he actually lets her cum, but it rushes over her like a tidal wave. all those edged orgasms collapse and pool at her center and miguel has to hold her down as she writhes under him.

at the end of the night he holds her close, wrapping his arms around her torso, listening to her soft breathes.

(rushed end but :/ i'm done)

very SHORT SECOND PART

(changes to 2nd person POV)

when miguel is sleepy and exhausted from work, he usually comes home and immediately scoops you up to come cuddle with him until he falls into a deep slumber.

he's like a bear when he's curled around you, an arm splayed over your body to hold you close and protectively.

but sometimes his baby is needy, especially when his work takes him away for long periods of time.

in those cases, miguel is more than happy to cater to your needs.

he's a hardworking man and you acknowledge that, so you're always hesitant to make a move and wake him up again.

but he knows you.

he knows those soft nuzzles you make against his neck, those quiet sighs that you think he can't hear, or that feeling of your hand running over his chest in want.

"what is it, mi vida?"

you shake your head as you lie next to him, not wanting him to worry about you.

"nothing."

he hums unconvinced but too tired to coax it out of you. instead, he tugs you against him, letting his hands roam over your curves until he drifts over your center. you gasp when he cups you with a warm hand, right where you want him.

"this what you want?" he's gruff behind you, voice foggy with exhaustion. "are you so needy that you need to keep me warm while i sleep?"

you whine as he presses against your more insistently and you can feel his growing hardness twitch against the small of your back.

"yes..." you shift next to him, arching your back to feel him flush against you. "please."

without another word, your sleep shorts are yanked down and you hear rustling fabric behind you. silky warmth nudges against your dripping hole, pushing until he enters your heat.

he groans against your ear as he slowly stretches you from the back.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara smut #wip #not finished

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kingskyless · 6 months

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weeping 💧

edit: hey you can see the speedpaint for this in my video talking about natlan and samsaras !!

also consider supporting me on patreon where im posting wips for a furina pmv:3

#poli's art #genshin impact #genshin 4.2 #furina #focalors #Neuvillette #focalette #this can also b non ship btw!#dragon Neuvillette ended my life while rendering I hate him #focallette #neuvifuri #natlan #murata #genshin theory

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arachine · 1 year

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my eyes r rolling omffff waht is wrong w u and how r u so talented! it’s not fair 🙏 but anyway i can’t stop thinking about more stepbro!neteyam and how you’re going through heat and he helps you out

claiming 🫘 if it’s not taken 😁

— sinful desires !

+ pairings :: step!bro neteyam x female na’vi!reader

+ genre :: mature

+ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language)

+ content warnings :: characters aged up (20), dark content, pseudo-cest, reader gets her heat, corruption, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, f/m ejaculation...not proofread

+ note :: hi nonnie bb! wrote this as a thirst…went a little overboard hehe :3 + not my usual format ;( bc i wrote this before going to the dining hall LOL! but yeah, this is just smth light before i get started on my actual WIPS.

“c’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he thumbs your cheek, tilting his head with an avian flutter of his lashes. neteyam could be so…generous. always too eager to help—too eager to make everybody’s problems, his problems.

right now he had you splayed out in a clearing, one hand holding his weighty cock, and the other holding the back of your thigh. you’ve been in this position for a while, all heavy breaths and squirms, physically (and mentally) fighting the urge to relinquish your body to him—to let him you.

you always pictured your first heat going a lot smoother than this. that when the time came, you’d be prepared and mated—but you were neither. so, one could only imagine the moral dilemma that arises when you’re forced to choose between two (very bad) options: 1) doing nothing and ultimately succumbing to the pain, and 2) fucking the only guy who conveniently happened to be within proximity.

the latter was obviously, not something you would’ve chosen for yourself—but the pain was excruciating—debilitating, and your current location wasn’t giving you much room for choice.

“look, you can stay here and suffer, bound to the forest soil, or you can let me help you,” the boy slides the weeping tip of his cock over your exposed folds, “which one sounds better? wallowing in pain or big brother helping you, hm?”

the tail of his query is accompanied with a prod to your hole, and you whimper in response, arching up to grasp at his chest. neteyam finds amusement in this, chuckles under his breath and gets real low on top of you.

“c’mon, baby, say it. tell me with your words. not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” and with that he’s lifting your chin up, using the pad of his loitering thumb to swipe away crystalline droplets.

you nod your head slowly. first once, then twice, lifting your hips up to meet him halfway. he takes your silent acquiescence as an invitation to glide into you. and, fuck, it’s so easy…fits right in like a glove. overwhelmingly wet and warm, a terrible combination that scares him.

you’re trouble, he thinks. because he knows that after he fucks you, gives you what you want—he’ll only want more. and that hunger will only grow, it’ll fester and fester, until the only way he can get off is with you. and that couldn’t happen, no—because this was only supposed to be a one time thing.

what would the people think of their future olo’eyktan messing around with his little sister? surely, they’d denounce his claim and deem him unfit to lead, right? and what would your parents think? they’d probably disown the both of you, or worse, disown you. and that’s the last thing he wants—to ruin you.

which is why this has to be the first time and the last time.

“‘teyam make me feel good please!” you clasp your hands behind his neck, forcing him to lay atop of you, “wan’ it to stop hurting…please, just…help me.”

there’s a flicker in your eyes when you say it, and he likes it. makes his spine tingle and his pupils dilate. because he wants to hear you do it again.

“you want me to make you feel good, huh?” a slow, drawn out thrust, “want big brother to make it feel better here?” he unsheathes himself from your gummy cunt and taps the top of your mound with the weight of his length.

“mhm, need you now, ‘teyam. please, hurry!” of all the years he’s known you, he’s never known you to be a beggar. the sheer desperation in your voice alone was enough to make him forgo all of his disciplines.

without pause, he guides his mushroomy head back to your leaking hole, and pushes himself all the way in until the fat of his balls is plush against your ass.

its’s so swift, the way he completely takes charge, like he’s done this before—like he’s been inside of you. your body was foreign to him, a stranger, and yet, it wasn’t. and he convinces himself as much because of the way you’re responding to him.

you are putty under his touch, and every moan, grab, clutch, and clench only confirms this.

faster, deeper—harder, you preen. and he obeys. does it when you command it, and doesn’t ease up. it’s almost unreal, the way the two of you are moving in perfect synchrony. like you’re liquified metal, melding together to form one.

“shit, feel you clenching. are you close, baby?” he syncopates each word with a harsh thrust, letting his weight distribute to one arm as he encases the side of your head. you nod eagerly, mumbling a string of expletives, followed after a series of strangled cries.

“f-feel it coming, don’t stop.” you’re so close, so, so, so close to that sweet release that you’ve been chasing after since it happened, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get it.

unconsciously, you wrap your legs tighter around his torso, and pull him down by the neck until his face is mere centimeters away from yours. you’re close—too close. so close that if he were to dip his head down just slightly, he’d kiss you.

your eyes flit to his lips, to his eyes, and then back to his lips. calling. beckoning. pleading.

kiss me, is what he thinks they’re saying. but he’s scared it’s too…intimate. a kiss would solidify things—feelings—and he didn’t have the mental fortitude to come to terms with that just yet.

this was supposed to be something he did to help you, he reminds himself. he was just doing you a favor, because that’s what brothers did, right? just a favor. nothing more, nothing less.

but eyes stare back into eyes, and breaths intertwine with breaths, and shit, he’s a weak man. this was another deadly combination that could only be blamed by the forced proximity. damn this.

he presses his lips to your own, harsh and heavy, leaving no room for anything. no room for hesitation—air—not even for protest. and when you kiss him back with just as much want, just as much need? he’s melting into your touch, ramming into you with such unbridled velocity, that you don’t even register the accidental love bite you gave his lip.

he works through it though, licks the blood up and continues his assault on your cunt. lays thrust after thrust until your body falls lax in his hold and your thighs clench shut around him.

“that’s it, sweet girl,” he coos, “go ahead, give it all to me.” with the encouragement of his sweet words, you come undone all over his cock, with his own release not too far behind.

“fuckfuckfuck, where you want it?” he grunts out through broken moans.

“inside, do it inside!” you sob, grabbing for his neck once more, pulling him down to your chest. you help to draw his release out by moving your hips in unison with his, holding yourself up on your forearms as he sheathes himself in and out of you at a dizzying pace.

with a final piston, he finishes inside of you. the two of you stall in the air briefly before he gently lowers you down onto your back, him following soon after to lay on your breasts.

when his breaths even, and the bioluminescent plants begin to glow, he unsheathes himself from inside you and sits back on his knees. you look so pretty, he thinks. with his spent seeping from your hole, and your skin all slick with sweat.

“this can never…” you breathe, chest still heaving and breaths ragged, “never, ever happen again.”

a beat. he doesn’t answer. and you repeat yourself, only this time, with more power behind your tone.

“hey, this can never happen again. got it?”

he can only manage to give you a nod, but he doesn’t give you his word.

because this? this wouldn’t be the last time. he was going to be selfish, and if that meant ruining you for anyone else in the clan—if that meant keeping you from finding a potential mate, he’d just have to ruin you.

#dark.content #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x reader smut #neteyam sully smut #avatar x reader smut #atwow x reader smut

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