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Post-Processing Guide: Image Quality
So you went and took that perfect screenshot! Now it's time to share it around, but you noticed a certain graininess, a certain fuzziness when posting it on Twitter or Eorzea Collection.
So what's going on? Well, let's understand some concepts related to digital images: namely formats, how they influence images in simple operations like crop and resize, and how to prevent loss of quality.
Resolution
This is the easiest concept to explain; the higher the number of pixels, the more detail the image will have. For example, a screenshot taken at standard 2K resolution (2048 x 1090) will have 2,211,840 pixels, while a 4K (4096 x 2160) will pack more details at 8,847,360 pixels.
That also affects file sizes, if you ever hear me crying about the size of my screenshots folder.
There's a myriad of resolutions and formats out there; for more information, check out this Wikipedia entry about display resolutions.
Digital Image Formats
There are many different digital image formats, but the 2 most common for XIV photography are JPEG and PNG - each with its own advantages and disadvantages.
PNG is a lossless format, meaning no data is lost when the image is saved. This results in higher-quality images, but also files that are larger.
JPEG is a lossy format, meaning some data is lost when the image is saved. This data loss can result in artifacts, such as blockiness and color banding. However, JPEG files are smaller than other formats.
The issue with JPEG is that its data loss is cumulative: Each time that you edit and save the file, a little bit of information is lost. Also, depending on the chosen compression level, the loss is quite noticeable. The image below shows how much noise (wrong data) is actually introduced by each compression level:
Crop and Resize
When you crop an image, you are removing pixels from the edges, often to give focus to a specific subject. In this scenario, the loss of information is irrelevant.
But when resizing- often to decrease the size of the image to better adapt it to a target site- you're losing detail, and the chosen interpolation algorithm may influence how much of the original image is used to help determine the result. Here's an example with a 20% resize, using raw pixel mapping on the left and linear sampling on the right. Notice the antialiased result that creates a much better effect:
Keep in mind that different programs may present the interpolation options in different ways. For example, this is how GIMP displays its options when resizing:
So with all that said, how should we proceed to preserve as much as possible of the original data?
How to Prevent Loss of Quality
Use a high-resolution image. The higher the resolution, the more detail the image will have, and the less likely you are to lose considerable quality when cropping or resizing. Nya Nya has an excellent guide about resolution upscale (a method that allows you to take a 4K screenshot on a 2K native resolution, for example) here. I highly recommend a read!
Use a lossless image format. Lossless formats, such as PNG, do not lose any data when the image is saved. This will help to prevent loss of quality when cropping or resizing.
Keep resizing to a minimum. The more you resize an image, the more likely you are to introduce artifacts or jitter. If you need a close-up, for example, take a close-up screenshot and resize it a little bit instead of cropping around a small area in a larger full-body image.
When scaling down, use interpolation methods that take more data from the original image into consideration, like Linear or Cubic, instead of raw interpolation.
Resize and save images in the expected resolution of a target site. For example, Eorzea Collection uses 339x570 for its vertical shot; cropping and resizing your image to this resolution will prevent artifacts from being introduced by the site's own resizing algorithm.
TL;DR: Keep the resolution high, the changes to a minimum, and save as PNG.
Let me know if you have any questions!
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Eyes Like Stars: Oberon x Reader
This is the 1000+ Follow Giveaway! Thank you for being patient with this and I hope everyone enjoys
Warnings: Reader Dealing with Mental Health By Ignoring it, Implied Mental Health Issues, Spoilers for Fate Grand Order Lostbelt 6, Oberon Lying like the Liar he is, Oberon might be a little OOC
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i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream
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gonna get self-indulgent up in here 👀dmm takin this chance to oc ship- but uh. name is asami hirai, pronouns are she/her, and maybe a lovers w an angsty twist kinda letter if thats cool? as for info, shes a college student who was summoned from her vers of japan as the axe hero, shes a well-meaning person who tends to overburden herself with everyone else's issues, and shes got a dad and a little sister back home ! she also only has 1 party member (a cleric-type dude) bc the other two sided with malty n didnt go w her bc she was willing to hear naofumi out ! (srry for the info dump-)
You got it. Here’s a little Naofumi for you. ❤️
To My Angel,
I know you probably don’t wanna hear this, but I wanted to tell you how happy you make me. Just the pure fact that you were able to look past everything and not let Malty rule your thoughts. You were able to make your own decisions and it just shows that you don’t let crowds rule your mind. I’m excited for the upcoming training that you’re about to come with me on. The girls are excited to work with the axe hero.
I can already tell that by working with you you’ll be able to help Raphtalia out a lot. I know a sword and an axe aren’t exactly the same thing, but you’ll be able to help her out a lot more than I have. A shield definitely doesn’t compare to a sword as much.
You always tell me not to talk like this, but I have to get this out at least here before you get here. If I don’t get it out now then I’ll end up saying it to you out loud which could ruin the moment.
I can’t believe that a girl like you likes a guy like me. I’ve been nothing but problematic, at least that’s what the people around me think. Between Malty’s accusations and the whole slave issue I figured I didn’t deserve to have anyone in my life.
I don’t deserve someone who treats me as good as you treat me. Someone with such a rough past shouldn’t be able to find someone as amazing as you are. I shouldn’t be able to find love like this, but now that I have I never want to let it go. If I let this go I’d just be a fool.
But a fool is what everyone takes me for so my fear that I’ll screw something up is ever present. I couldn’t imagine not being able to reach out to you ever again. I couldn’t imagine never being able to call you mine again, but sometimes I feel that the name that being with me gives you is something that could scare you away so I think about how your life could be better nearly every day.
But I’ll let you go sweetheart, I can’t wait to see you and I’ll be counting down the days until you’re here with me. I love you so much, my love. When you get here I’ll make sure to hold you tight for as long as you’ll allow it.
Until We’re Together,
Naofumi
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it’s alright, it’s okay
it’s alright, it’s okay
and i believe, yes i believe
that you will see a better day
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Hamlet x Reader NSFW Headcanons (Commission)
Without any further delay, I present to you all the third (overall) commission I’ve done for @lynettethemadscientist !
This’ been very, very, very delayed - due to my hiatus, business and move, but finally I am ready to post it and share the fruits of my labour with the public!
I apologise, @lynettethemadscientist, that it took me so long to post!
This comes in two parts - however I decided I’ll post the smut I wrote and NSFW headcanons separately.
Hamlet isn’t a yandere on paper, but my version of the Melancholic Prince is…dangerously close to one, so much so he’s practically a yandere - if “mild” (but Hamlet is anything but mild!)
General Aspects:
Hamlet has a slightly bigger-than-average member, around 7 - 7.5 inches and is on the slimmer side, but excellently shaped.
His Kinks include:
Acarophilia (Being scratched during sex)
mild masochism and sadism (I do not think he would be into hardcore BDSM, but I do believe he would get pleasure from pain to a certain degree - it is, after all, a reminder that you’re alive, to be hurt, hence his acarophilia)
Begging - Hamlet loves to hear you plead and beg for him to make love to you - it makes him feel wanted and needed in an otherwise bleak and dull existence where he feels trapped and useless to fulfil social expectations. You’re his escape from all that.
Cunnilingus/Oral sex - Hamlet enjoys the sight of you squirming and knowing he can pleasure you. Enjoys giving more than getting oral.
Dacryphilia (aroused by tears) - There’s nothing more attractive to Hamlet than seeing you weep from the pleasure (and pain) of sex. It brings a sense of accomplishment to see you a sobbing, pleasured mess.
Dirty talk/Degratory talk- I feel as though after his life begins to crumble, he would be more into dirty talk and degradation - a way to get out his internal frustrations.
Semi-public sex - in the sense that (especially after Claudius’ coronation) he’d feel rebellious and aroused off the danger of getting caught doing something indecent.
Marking - The act of leaving love bites and bruises on you
Love-making - Despite probably being a slight playboy, Hamlet is a philosopher and - let’s face it - a hopeless romantic. I cannot imagine him as someone who just desires a one-night-stand or easy way of freeing his inhibitions. Hamlet is most aroused when he is in love because it fuels his immense passion.
Hamlet NSFW Headcanons
Prince Hamlet of Denmark is a man of passion. It flows through his veins, pumps through his heart, and circles ‘round wildly.
The Prince, though avid with emotion, fancied himself a man of logical Stoicism; a man seeking the truths of Wise Cato, or Great Cicero - he sought to be an academic man of reason.
Thus, a portion of his life was dedicated to channelling his excellency on his studies of scholars of old - and yet, it ne’er was enough for the unsatisfied Prince.
Studies could only quench his deep-rooted thirst for knowledge and understanding - but the intensity in his soul was left to burn without relief, scorching his very heart in his unyielding chest.
When the world still made sense and dawn turned to dusk without sorrow nor woe, fair Hamlet was oblivious to the tragedy soon to arise from the unruly whims of Fate, the cruel mistress that she is. Instead, the yearning Prince enjoyed life for all its’ worth, sating his desires through sensible, gentle means; yet passionate no less.
A scholar, he was, but with the soul of great Odysseus; talented, swift-thinking and with a glimmering tongue of glistening gold. His regal charms were effective against the most defiant of hearts.
In those days of simplicity and goodness, Hamlet’s charismatic, sweet-yet-ever-longing soul did dote upon his lover’s exquisite beauty.
The warmth of his heated hands upon dewy, supple skin, soothing yet ravenous nevertheless. His hands held the power of Eros’ arrow, coating your heart in lustful urgency, for him and him alone to free you from society’s strict bounds of right and wrong.
With hair of creamy, messy silk that your own hands tugged and pulled at in sacred ecstasy, his cheeks flushed with Aphrodite’s charm and his chest chiselled by renowned Hephaestus, his allure surely enough to place even splendid Trojan Paris at his mercy if he ever were to lay his ancient eyes upon your Princely lover.
“Hamlet” - his name brought to your lips with each moan, falling from your kiss-bruised lips like a secret prayer, mind and heart full of fondness and adoration for him who sets your soul burning with a hunger for his fervent embrace, making holy of the unholy
His lips on your breasts, hot and humid, leaving invisible markings on your flesh like a ritual of two souls becoming one, trailing from the valley of your chest, kissing and nipping at all he could, until his wet kisses came across your sensitive buds which he then promptly sucked upon, tongue circling around and ‘round.
You were his Muse - Calliope all of his own; he was an artist, a scholar, a sculptor who was moulding your wanton body into a part of his own, joining in the union of united hearts, as God himself willed it so.
His breathy whispers of affection made you fall further into tender love for the man, nay, the God-made-man sent to you from heaven above.
His hands trailed down your milky thighs, lingering on each part of your skin as if to uncover the never before touched places and make them his; each kiss was a declaration of care and tenderness.
A promise that ‘twas you with whom he wished to spend his eternal nights.
He took his time, patiently impatient, your pleasure becoming his own; the squirming of your thighs and mewls of lust sending him into a heaven holier than the Church allowed
His fingers, strong and smooth, skimmed over your core, pressed upon your secret button, sparking inexperienced sensations through your spine, electrifying in every sense, blinding you to the world outside. For tonight, it was just him and you; Adam and Eve, the first of your kind, partaking in the most virtuous of acts, the sacrilegious nature of your unwed bodies forgotten by your mind, for the world need not know the passion shared tonight.
A daughter of Eve you were, indeed - but such mindless remarks bothered you not, for they did not know the goodness of God that breathed in you whenever you made love to the Danish Prince, the light of God surrounding you fully, bewildering you with pleasure divine with Hamlet’s smooth fingers plunging into your heat, soaked and dripping with the honey of Venus and sweetness of Eve.
You came undone, his fingers sending your soul to heaven and back, his name repetitively darting through the room with your pleasure-coated voice.
His chuckle; a devilish thing, sending sinful reminders through your chest that he was nor husband nor fiance - and yet, you still cared not. You wanted him, and all else could burn if it could not accept your love for him.
At long last, your ardent bodies joined, becoming one, his length filling you greatly, the experience grander than what your imagination had created in your mind prior.
He thrust with caution and courtesy, ensuring your pain did first subdue before the slow pace became unbearable for your lecherous body, begging for more, more, more!
And more, indeed, is what he gave you; hand-in-hand, clenched together, your silky thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, welcoming him deeper inside the unexplored depths of you. He searched, it seemed, each corner of your core as if it were the search for the eluded Holy Grail; one he’d discover only between thighs of velvet and nowhere else, on no-one else, but you.
His lips on yours, locked in perspiring harmony as his hips and yours moved in unison, perfectly rhythmed and timed; lovers perfect for each other, escaping the bonds of time. If he was your Odysseus, you were his faithful Penelope, your body craving him alone, for you knew no other man who you could e’er want.
A year, a decade, a century - you would wait with restless hope if you must. For your Hamlet, you would an eternity await.
Lips locked in a soul-sealing kiss, exploring each other’s bodies with romantic longing, you felt yourself reaching your edge once more, abdomen aflame with neediness and euphoria, losing your senses on his buried shaft, releasing all inhibitions as you screamed out in profound grace of God; the sensation of Hamlet’s seed within your sweet cunt was paradise.
He laid beside you, then, hand-in-hand and soul-by-soul, whispering sweet nothings and devout promises of love.
You were spent, in the best of ways, your heart belonging to him. Shameful as it may be, the awareness of his sultry seed flowing from your deflowered garden down your thighs - bruised with Hamlet’s princely love-bites - was your favourite sensation on Earth.
Oft’, he enjoyed tracing patterns onto your nude body, holding you close and loosely, knowing that you will not disappear if he does not hold you too tightly.
After King Hamlet’s Death
The Great King Hamlet’s sudden passing brought the worst of melancholy into your thoughtful lover, plaguing him endlessly with unstoppable woe. You wished to ease his suffering, and yet you could not. Sorrow became him.
Paranoid with a loosening grip on reality, Hamlet slowly descended into deeper melancholy, his beautiful heart burdened with hellish pain.
Still, you remained by his side, his Portia.
Kisses, once filled with honeyed promises, were now so intense, so very overwhelming. There were many emotions - too many - flooding your senses through the way he’d kiss you. It was difficult to keep your balance when he would suddenly pull you aside and pin you against a wall or castle column, concealed from the sight of curious eyes - it was unthinkable behaviour for a Prince - much less for a lady as yourself - but even as he started to lose his grip on reality, you realised you seemed to be his grounding force.
In the past, your love had been a loving secret - cunning, playful glances shared in public whilst you were strictly observed by gossiping courtiers.
Yet it seemed that Prince Hamlet, now, felt little usefulness for lies and secrets he believed unnecessary, and thus your scandal was revealed; the implicit knowledge of all of Court - You were sleeping with the mad Prince Hamlet, and though they stared at you in the hallways of the castle like a whore, now, you could not bring yourself to care what they thought.
Your relationship with Hamlet was your own.
At first, his rough behaviour frightened you - but with the due time, you grew to love it.
The way he would surprise you and catch you off-guard, taking you in a place you could easily be caught by anyone who may pass. The excitement was arousing.
His strong arms around your wrists, pinning you to a stone wall, your thighs around his waist as you bite down on your lips to keep your pleasured moans from escaping lest you be found out, the danger bringing to your mind and body a sense of life.
It was sinful beyond belief - you’d never thought that not only would you be having an affair with the very Prince of Denmark, but that you would be committing impious acts of lovemaking which were considered depraved and debauched in the hearts of many.
And still, you loved it because you loved him.
Despite his paranoia and doubt, you knew he still loved you as one loved the waves that crashed upon the beige shoreline - surely and constantly.
He struggled to show his emotions, these days - feared betrayal from all sides, and so if being with you could bring him the slightest slither of solace, you were more than willing to submit yourself to him - but ne’er to let yourself be used by him, lover or not. But the love that was still in his eyes, shining brighter than Helios’ sun - that was the true reason behind the ardent heat inside your core - mutual love.
The escapades and insanity were addictive, but you would not have stuck around if you felt unloved, and though some times were difficult, you knew that he only wanted you, still.
So you allowed yourself to be shoved against a wall in a fit of heartfelt lust, to be wildly kissed and claimed over and over, undressed as vulgar remarks and innuendos fell from his angelic lips and pressed yourself against him with all you were; wanting to melt into him as he gripped your hips until they bruised black-and-blue, leaving marks that would remain for weeks on end - they assured him that you were his, that you would betray him never.
He just did not wish to lose you. He couldn’t lose you, or he was sure it would be a critical, fatal strike to his burdened heart.
Your arms holding onto his back, nails sinking into his flesh like a Maenad, scratching and drawing crimson from overwhelming orgasms, his name whispered in strained, silent screeches, eyes rolling back in your head.
Your love had become a thunderstorm - the acts committed during sex were uncharted - but you loved it - oh! You loved it.
One could easily lose their minds to this type of sin, which one could unquestionably mistake for heaven.
With all the wildness of Bacchus in his eyes and the debauched behaviour shared between you both - there was love. So much love it filled your senses with nothing but him.
You noticed that as much as Hamlet used to fill you with his seed, these days he had an appetite for the more scandalous side of sexual intercourse; there was a satisfied gleam in his godly eyes whenever he saw you: eyes half-lidded with lust and release, nude body covered with sweat and his seed. Something about the sight of his cum dripping down your curves and body caused great satisfaction within him.
He loved to hear your moans, your squeals - a melody of a Siren! The Ghost was surely going to damn him, regardless, and so why should he not enjoy his time upon this Earth - which may be shorter than he’d planned, for he knew he’d have to slain the man who ruined his life.
And then the realisation hit in pure, temporary clarity, that he would likely lose you when all the political and moral ribbons of the court came undone as those of your bodice. He was going to either succeed and be victorious or perish, and this fate was known to him from the first sighting of the Ghost that dreadful night.
And so he loved you and loved you again for as long as he could whilst his hourglass counted down the drops of life remaining until his last breath.
He was frantic and paranoid and undoubtedly difficult to deal with - not to mention he felt as though he was losing himself in a hopeless battle, forced to play the fool in his own story, beginning to fall into the madness he’d meant to feign.
But you were always you, and so you were the one real thing in a false court of sycophants at the feet of his uncle.
And his passions would be the death of him, but he had to convey to you, thus, the many wondrous emotions you made him feel. His fate was uncertain, but if the Good God could have his mercy on his sinful soul, Hamlet knew he wanted you by his side, endlessly.
Unbeknownst to your loving self, he’d already secured for you a dowry worth thrice that of your previous father-given one - it held some land and valued orchards and would certainly be enough to support you for the rest of your god-given life if the worst should come to pass, and if he should be thus unable to fulfil to you the promise of his love in true matrimony.
In an uncertain future, you were his one certainty.
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our bond was and will always be strong, so whenever you seek me out, you will find me.
ERETOR BOARD FOR @tortxrra !!!! HBD!!!!!
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“i will bid you come for me,” says cuchulainn, “unless i shall come myself.”
LATE N ITS NOT MUCH BUT CASCU MOODBOARD FOR @lovekagome !!!! HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY...
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like morning sun doth touch the clouds
was her beauty then
made more lovely by her love
and awed were all those men
arthurian princess!kagome for @lovekagome !
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Imagine working in a student intership (because you want to become a science teacher) in the orphanage where Alexander Anderson is living. Something around the lines of: Anderson is first sceptical of the reader, who looks up to, him because they are a protastant and studying science. But he soon discovers that the reader is very knowlegable regarding christianity, respectful and curious of catholic traditions? I would love to read it. :)
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You were there early in the morning. He knew because, your eyes were tired and the sun hadn’t even risen when you folded that same white lab coat and placed it into your bag. He watched you with disdain at first, thinking you were no better than those Hellsing bastards. You would be just as corrupt and unholy as those freaks. He was wrong though, so wrong.
He didn’t realize it at first but the more he watched you the more it came to him. Why could you be so kind during the morning prayer when you were hated for not sharing in it? How come you taught Catholic verses to the orphanages young children even though it was against your own faith? How could you still believe in a higher power and study science?
He remembered one night, after dinner he had approached you. The exchange was something he was know ashamed of but he constantly found himself thinking about it. Thinking about how he had come so far from that man he was before.
You were reading over lab reports, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose as you leaned against a balled fist. Anderson had been passing by the table and glanced down. Seeing those evolutionary theories was his drawing line. He had dealt with enough of your unholy behavior and it was time to put you back into your place.
“How can ya call yerself a member of God’s will when ya reading bullshit like this all the time?”
You looked up, seemingly started by his sudden outburst. The look quickly became a tolerant and vene kind smile as you responded. “Oh, hello, Alexander! How are you?”
“Answer my damn question.”
“I like science. I doesn’t necessarily mean that God isn’t real but that he spent far more time on the details then we could ever imagine. The fact he gave us room to grow on our own to see what we would become is miraculous.”
Anderson stilled, he had never thought of it that way. He would not allow you to get the best of him still, but he begrudgingly respected you. Much like you had for him so many time. “Hmph. Just make sure the father don’t catch you with that in here.”
You smirked and raised an eyebrow at Anderson, “But aren’t you a father as well. Father Anderson.” The way your mouth shaped his name wa almost a sin in itself. It brought a blush to his face. The blond man scoffed as he turned to leave the dining hall.
“Whatever, ye protestant bastard.”
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Hcs for the Hellsing and Iscariot members finding out their so has a breeding kink?
Hellsing:
Walter:
Hell yes
He is totally down
You’ve created a monster
He’s going to be a clingy mess whenever he has the time
It doesn’t matter if you’re in public when the time is right it’s right, he’ll just find a place for you two to hide
He’s always had a love for cumshots and creampies now he’s got an outlet
Sometimes he’s tempted to leave the mess you’ve made together, but since he’s the butler he knows he can’t
He’s going to be very in tune with your cycle
He wants to give you a baby so badly, he’ll do whatever it takes
Alucard:
You’ve done it now
He’s wanted to impregnate you for so long, now that he knows you want it to he’s going to up his game
There will rarely be time during the day where you aren’t impaled on his cock
He’s on you almost constantly, only leaving your side for assignments
But as soon as he gets back, he’s going to fuck you to make up for lost time
It’s not just one round a day, you may end up going several with him
He cums a supernatural amount, filling you to overflowing
He might even get a plug to put inside of you to keep his cum in place
Then he can watch you walk around while trying to hide your full belly
Pip:
He’s interested
He’s always wanted kids so he’s happy to fulfill your fantasy
Every day he’ll fuck you a few times, making sure to finish inside of you
He’ll eat and drink things that increase fertility and cut down on anything that decreases it
It’ll be hard for him, but he wants this so badly it’s totally worth it
He’s never been one to like condoms, now he doesn’t have to worry about it
Stamina is not going to be an issue with him
He won’t stop until he’s filled your greedy womb
It pisses him off anytime you get your cycle since that means he failed
But it makes him all the more determined in the coming month
He is going to get you pregnant no matter how long it takes
Iscariot:
Maxwell:
He’s ready
He’s wanted to get you pregnant for a while but didn’t know how to bring it up
Condoms are one of his least favorite parts of sex
Now he doesn’t have to deal with them
He loves to cum inside of you then finger your sloppy pussy
His cum may leak out, but his fingers will make sure it gets back inside of you
Can’t waste a single drop of his seed when you’re trying so hard
He may be busy, but he always makes time to fuck you even if it means fucking you behind the curtains
He’s skipped meetings before to make sure he got you for the day
Anderson:
He’s not super excited at first but he gets into it
It’s so hot how you beg him to impregnate you
He hadn’t thought about it before, but now just imagining you with your belly all extended with his child gets him hard
Sex is going to become more frequent
Any chance he gets he’s inside of you
He doesn’t even want a blowjob or anal, that’d be a waste of his cum
He won’t stop until cum is running down your legs
Get ready to be stuck in a mating press for hours
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*cough* *cough* can we please get some more NSFW headcanons of Alexander? (I loved the first ones to death) but maybe more on the romantic and passionate side? (Although I wouldn’t mind more rough stuff but nothing out of line) Maybe the s/o being self conscious of their body and scared that he would be disgusted and shy about NSFW stuff? I’m sorry if that’s too much!!! your writing is just so good!!! Please have a wonderful day/night!
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Can I get hcs abt anderson confessing his feelsings to reader?
He’d be bad about hiding his feelings for far too long
No matter how clear it is that the feeling is mutual, he won’t say a word
The two of you are so incredibly close, there’s no reason for him not to be honest with you
But he can’t seem to bring himself to say it
He’s scared of what would happen next
He’s not worried that you’d reject him or anything like that
It’s more he’s worried about how the relationship would change
Would he be able to hold himself back around you? Would he lose his morals?
It takes him a good while to decide he’s ready
He’ll be debating on it for nights on end until he comes to a conclusion
Wanting it to be perfect, he spends another few days deciding how he’s going to tell you
There’s so many possibilities, but which is the right one
One day, he’ll take you for a walk through a beautiful garden
As you go he’ll pick nice flowers for you, talking about all sorts of things
When you two stop to rest he’ll finally let it all out
“Can I talk to you about something?” He asks
“Of course,” you reply, fiddling with some of the flowers
“You’re so nice, how should I say this?” He sighed, forgetting all of his planning
Turning to look at you, his face softened
“I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and I wanted to say that I- have been developing… thoughts about you.”
Laughing you looked up at him
“Are they good thoughts?”
“Very good, I was wondering if you’d like to maybe, go on a date see how this goes?” He asks, looking you in the eyes
“I’d love to. I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” you said, placing one of the flowers behind his ear
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Anderson and readers first time hcs please?
Your first time together is going to be very interesting
It was hard enough getting him to start dating you, now you’ve got to convince him not to freak out about premarital sex
He can’t hold back though when you start playing with him
“Naughty little thing,” he mutters as you press your body against his, tugging at his clothes
He’s pretty rough
He’ll pin you against a wall, holding you by your neck as he gets a taste of your lips
You can feel his growing erection through the many layers of clothes
Once he’s given in, get ready, he’s pretty pent up from all those years of celibacy
“Tell me what you want. I want to know what sinful things you desire.”
He’ll take you to his bedroom, tossing you on the bed before climbing over you like a wild animal
The clothes will be coming off pretty quickly, he’s ready to go
In preparation he’ll finger you as he kisses your inner thighs
“You’re so wet, how badly did you want this?”
Don’t expect much more than missionary, at least at first
He lines himself up with your entrance, his entire body shivering with anticipation
“Are you ready for your defilement?” He says in a husky tone
“Yes! Give it to me.”
With a nod, he pushes himself deep inside of you, groaning with pleasure
His fingers dig into your legs as he tries to hold back a moan
It feels so much better than he wants to admit
His eyes meet yours and you give him the okay to start moving
It’s like night and day
Usually he’s so kind and gentle with you, but now he’s pounding away like he doesn’t care
He’s lost his usual values, all he cares about now is fucking you inside out
“So tight, such a good little slut.”
His big hands keep your legs in place, pulling you closer when he feels you’ve shifted too far back
Your loud moans give him all the reassurance he needs, and he wants them to be louder
“I’m going to cum inside you you hear? I’m going to mark you as mine.”
“Do it! I’m yours.”
He’s not a fan of making a mess so he’s going to insist on cumming inside of you
As he paints your innards white, he presses his head against your chest, his heavy breaths tickling your skin
After a moment to rest, he pulls out, immediately going to spoon you
As his cum leaks out of you, he presses his head against your back and whispers “I love you.”
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Finished second part of a love letter commission for @lovelyplot !!!!
A commissioned continuation of the first love letter for Alexander Anderson from Hellsing!
Dear Miss Lovely,
Watching you read my previous letter hardly lacked entertainment. You wasted no time tearing open the envelope out of sheer curiosity, not even waiting to head back into your home to start reading it. As soon as you read the sinful things I wrote, a lovely flush of embarrassment colored those soft cheeks and I could tell you regretted not stealing yourself away immediately to avoid your shame.
Of course, I expected disgust to follow soon after, I had already steeled myself for the sight of you tearing up my confession, for how someone as lovely as you be flattered by the words of a man who has no earthly business writing them. But to my surprise and delight you simply cast a cursory glance to your surroundings before tucking it into your shirt for safe keeping.
The idea that you did not outright reject me was an almost overwhelmingly exciting experience and I couldn’t help but keep an even closer eyes and ear on you to see what your next move would be.
Shockingly, it was to talk to that blonde Draculina (who’s friendship we’ll have to have a chat about). You pulled her aside and spoke in hushed tones, trying to be vague as to the contents of the letter before she ultimately broke you with her nosiness and you showed her. Normally I would feel hurt by your lack of privacy to my intimate words but the flush to your face as your little friend read my letter made up for it.
I could tell she was trying not to smile at your embarrassment and instead asked you simply how you felt receiving such a filthy thing and from a priest no less. It was now that I truly expected you to voice your true ire, to hatch a plan together to help rid yourself of this lecherous stalker. But you surprised me again when you leaned in close and told her that you liked it. How you always had a discrepancy for a man of the cloth, the weight of sin of fucking someone who pledged to the Lord himself that he would not partake in such carnal desires. You love the stone cold blasphemy behind such actions.
I have no idea how the rest of your conversation with the vampire went, it was like all hearing left me once the final words voicing your sinful thoughts left your lips and a black pool of lust bloomed in my chest. I know the final barrier between us has broken and I will be coming to take what’s rightfully mine.
-A
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finished love letter commission for lovelyplot!!!
My first commission for the Hellsing fandom and a great way for me to show of how goddamn bad my priest kink is, enjoy!
Dear Miss Lovely,
I apologize for the suddenness of this letter, but trying to converse with you face to face has been nothing short of a challenge, you are a rather elusive young lass. Not that I mind of course, being able to observe while out on the field has been rather efficient method to learn more about you.
I won’t lie, I expected a cocky and overblown ego that many young vampire slayers have a bad habit of possessing when they first start out, you are so incredibly refreshing in your reserved attitude and ability to be humble about your work, completing it without being a show boating idiot. You’ll do well, that I can assure you.
However, I do find myself wondering why you have chosen such a grisly line of work looking the way you do.
Perhaps it is out of line for me to say, being a man of the cloth, but I have never seen a hunter who’s body looked so…soft.
There is no hardness to your figure, only dipping curves and full roundness to observe. I worry about this. About the way you look. How those fanged abominations seem all too happy to try and sink their teeth the generous flesh of your bosom.
There’s too much about you that tempts these beasts. You beckon without words for touch, to have hands stroke and squeeze whatever they can reach, eliciting moans from plump parted lips that only encourage a man to fall further from grace into near uncontrollable depravity.
It’s almost as if God’s loving light can be ignored for the sake of looking upon your own shining form, it makes a man forget. It makes a man forget who he is and the rules he must abide by, how damned he truly is for thinking these sickening things in the first place. You make a man want to throw it all away for a singular chance to hold you close and feel how soft you truly are.
It’s dangerous.
But I do my best not to worry about you, as I have said before, you are a capable hunter who can defend herself and will excel in no time.
Though, if of course you find yourself needing a guiding hand or simply a shoulder to lean on, I am more than happy to provide both for you. There’s no need to go this alone and my support for such a budding young woman will never run out.
Remember lass, my door is always open.
Yours truly,
A. Anderson
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