#I know this is kind of a wild spread I wanted to pick things that are maybe less accessible today/have more historic precedence I guess ??
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#hello first ever poll how did I do#I know this is kind of a wild spread I wanted to pick things that are maybe less accessible today/have more historic precedence I guess ??#I also only picked foods I was already familiar with / was able to find firsthand historical accounts of#cause I didn’t want to fuck anything up lol#for the record I’m between Roman and tang dynasty#anyways#mike makes polls#mike speaks#I also wanted them to be like a normal/ popular meal that would be eaten by most folk regularly#other than the Abraham Lincoln one lmao
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hii omg i just discovered ur blog and ur writing is! so! amazing!!! i’d like to request maybe chuuya, ranpo, dazai and fyodor with an s/o who likes to bite them playfully??
Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Contents: NSFW references, biting, NSFW "punishments"
Nakahara Chuuya
The first couple of times you do it, Chuuya yelps and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out like a fish.
“The hell was that for?” he demands. “Damn rabid brat.”
If you make a habit of it, however, he decides to fight fire with fire. If you sink your teeth into his arm, he’s going for your neck. If you bite his neck, he’s gonna yank down your pants and bite your thighs. Don’t try to one-up Chuuya, because you’ll likely fail.
He gets into it. Before you know it, it becomes a habit to shove you up against the nearest vertical surface and leave a few bite marks and love bites on your throat, your chest, your arms. He’ll pin you in place with his Special Ability so you can’t wriggle away. If you’re going to bite him, then he’ll make sure you can’t hide the ones he leaves on you, either.
Bite his neck during sex to make him go wild.
Dazai Osamu
Dazai complains like a big baby when you sink your teeth into him. He blinks those big brown eyes at you and asks in a piteous voice why you’re always attacking him. In some ways, you’re more feral than some of the orphans he’s picked up. Atsushi turns into a literal tiger and he doesn’t bite!
Don’t let Dazai’s whining fool you—he doesn’t actually have a problem with you biting him now and then. You can’t do a whole lot through his bandages, anyway.
Unlike Chuuya, he probably won’t bite you back. Not immediately, anyway. He’ll save it for when you’re spread underneath him, on the edge of an orgasm and begging for him to send you over the edge. That’s when he’ll sink his teeth into your inner thigh, or bite playfully at your nipples. He’s quite a proponent of mixing a little pain with your pleasure to heighten the sensation.
If you bite him in bed, he moans and fucks harder, his back shuddering.
Edogawa Ranpo
Look, I completely get it. Ranpo is such a cute little brat that he induces cute aggression in his partner, to the point where you quite literally want to bite him.
The first time you do it, he's kind of confused. Did you mistake him for a gummy bear or something? But when he sees the stupid, glazed look in your eyes, he knows.
"That's the same look the boss gets when we go to the cat cafe," he says, pointing his lollipop at you in accusation. "Next thing you're going to start waving a feather on a stick in front of my face."
Yeah, you've been tempted.
Ranpo won’t be the bigger man. He will absolutely bite you back. He has a habit of snapping at your fingers when you reach for his face or his snacks, or he might turn his head and bite your cheek or your chest like he’s biting into a steamed dumpling.
Chomp.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor is a bit of a hypocrite here, seeing as he spends most of his time chewing on his own fingers. Obviously, evidence indicates that he is in fact very biteable. All that pale, pristine skin. How can you not want to leave a couple of marks on him?
However.
While he might excuse a love bite or two during your little conjugal sessions, he isn't nearly so forgiving of you sinking your little teeth into his arm or his shoulder or god forbid, his face whenever you get the urge.
He looks down at the teeth marks you've just left in his forearm and raises an eyebrow.
"Are you a kitten I took from its mother too early, my love?" he asks, his tone promising…something…later. "Or perhaps you have developed a case of vampirism.”
If he truly minded, he'd find a way to "encourage" you to stop, but as it is, he is more likely to have you restrict your biting to the bedroom, where he has the time and leisure to repay the favour as he sees fit.
And if you don't heed him, he might just see fit to put you in your place, whether that be on your knees in front of his desk chair while he works, or bent over his lap while he disciplines you properly.
#yokohamapound#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bsd x reader#Nakahara Chuuya#Dazai Osamu#Edogawa Ranpo#Fyodor Dostoevsky#Dazai x Reader#Chuuya x Reader#Ranpo x Reader#Fyodor x Reader
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Anyways drawing Spring Unsprung Briar gave me a wild amount of creative energy so here's my pitch for a Spring Unsprung Darling costume
Some details just for fun under the cut:
•Since Lizzie is the designer of the original SU outfits, that's also the case here. Lizzie is perceptive enough of Cerise and her style to very specifically fit her needs without even knowing what those needs are (heavy hood, long hair, big jacket, all very good for keeping covered, no?). The same would happen with Darling. Lizzie might pick up on her fascination with Wonderland, the jewelry fashioned like chainmail or bracers, and decide to incorporate it into her design. I don't know if Lizzie even realizes how perceptive she is, she just has an eye for what brings out someone's real personality.
•In terms of actual design, my main inspiration was chess! I let go of the literal shape pretty fast, but I really liked the idea of her looking like a fancy chess piece as a nod to her wonderland shenanigans. Cerise, Kitty, Lizzie, and Cedar all have black and white recurring patterns with 1-3 main colors, so I tried to mimic that here. I mostly just used the color scheme from my ref sheet I did a hot minute ago
•The hair flowers and colorful makeup were non-negotiable of course. I did want to make the flowers have some kind of relevance, but in the end I just gave up and made 'em generic yellow flowers. Any flower symbolism nerds who want to throw their hat in the ring be my guest!!
•I basically just tried to orient the whole thing around asymmetry and reflection, and I think that worked really well in this case, I think it really makes her pop
•She isn't wearing her typical Charming crest, but the symbol is spread out in a couple of pieces. Heart gem at the center of the neck like normal, and the wing is made into one of those ear cuff things
•The background was just kind of a whim, but there is a reason for it. I decided a while ago that the Charming family animal is a lion, so any heraldry or heirloom or anything like that is probably gonna have that winged heart and/or lion imagery on it. If Daring is the peak of the Charmings, then Daring is a lion. Similarly, Darling is a borzoi. It's just different enough to communicate that she's the black sheep of the family, but has enough similar traits to make it clear that she's not in opposition with them. Plus I think borzois are whimsical as hell with the right lighting and I thought it would look neat
•You can see it right in the corner of one of her eyes, I was playing with maybe giving her partial heterochromia? I think I'm gonna stick with just brown eyes but I'm keeping the concept tucked away in the back of my brain for another character
#eah#ever after high#darling charming#spring unsprung#eah fanart#ever after high fanart#yes i have thought about this cartoon for children designed to sell dolls from almost a decade ago for far too long why do you ask#coffeepaintart#eye strain#just in case? i need to double check what qualifies
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key elements of Crownless (the Young Aragorn show that lives in my head and heart) season 1:
(Note that I will play a little fast and loose with timelines and for the sake of a better story. And/or take ruthless advantage of canonical slow Dúnedain aging to spread the timeline out over several decades)
First episode(s) is Aragorn (age 21, functionally late teens) leaving Rivendell to start wandering the wilds with the Rangers. I would do Elrond & his people dirty and say that Aragorn has been kinda sheltered growing up, a little because Elves tend to baby Men, especially young Men, and mostly because everyone wanted to be sure Isildur’s heir was safe as darkness grew in the world, especially after his father was killed when he was 2.
So Aragorn starts with significant book smarts, homely peace smarts—historical knowledge, animal friendship, herblore, diplomacy skills, technical sword/knife/bow skills…but he doesn’t know the dirty fighting tricks that win a fight. His tracking, hunting, forest stealth, etc. skills…suck at first. He’s prone to freeze in urgent healing (or combat) situations, because he’s never done this on his own before—though he has a natural talent for the ‘calling people back from death’ thing we see in LotR.
(This gives Aragorn obvious skills to pick up that demonstrate his character growth as a leader, while also establishing from the start that his real talent in kingship is, always was, diplomacy, strength of character & connection with his people, literal and metaphorical healing. Also, weirdass plans, often based on things he read, with success resting on luck/prayer/hope more than any reasonable thing…including a willingness to trust strange new and/or sketchy people…and they work.)
Maybe eps 1-2 is a double-length episode: opens with newly widowed Gilraen arriving in distress with a toddler 18 years ago, then first half is mostly restless late teen!Estel in Rivendell, ending with Elrond revealing his true name, broken sword, time to go forth… Smash cut to Aragorn tripping in the forest and falling in a stream while 2 other baby Rangers laugh at him and whoever’s stuck training these new recruits sighs heavily. There’s a lot of “this is the new Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Isildur’s heir?”
Format: 22ep 44min monster of the week (like GOD INTENDED) focused on the newest young Rangers: Aragorn, Halbarad, Dúnawen (OC: “maiden of the west”, don’t @ me for naming), as they range throughout Eriador learning how to be badasses guarding the boundaries of civilization. Monsters include orcs, wargs, mortal bandits, trolls, giant spiders, a small ice wyvern that made its way to northern Dale, barrow-wrights, unhoused fëa, rival clans of Men or maybe Dwarves who are about to go to blood feud war…
…and a slowly mounting season plot of the trouble of 3 Nazgúl reoccupying Dol Goldur, after the White Council forced the “Necromancer” out 15ish years ago. (Riling up ghosts throughout the countryside? Something something themes of moving on from the past. Also, can’t go wrong with an episode in which heroes must confront their literal personal ghosts.)
Repeat cameos from Elrohir & Elladan, cousins of all Mannish Dúnedain (and kind of older brothers to Aragorn in particular.) Are they helping him? Are they harder on him than on the other new recruits? Are they good cop/bad cop-ing it?
Arwen! Meet briefly ep1 and/or she’s a key feature of midseason finale; return in season finale to be badass. “Tinúviel! Tinúviel!” scene in Lothlórien casts a hiccup in a fledgling romance between Aragorn and Dúnawen
All combinations of Aragorn/Halbarad/Dunawen ARE welcome, nay, encouraged. They’re functionally in college and they’re all hot, and constantly in near-death situations. I advise the writers to have fun. Bisexuality is free.
Gandalf introduction early, ep2? Probably also in finale (something of a large team-up).
Late season bottle episode, maybe just before a 2-parter finale, in which due to a thunderstorm/mudslide/cave-in incident, Aragorn, Halbarad and Dunawen are trapped in a cave/small series of caves with a random assortment of other travelers on the road west of Bree: a pair of Dwarvish merchants, a few men, 1 elf (journeying to the Havens to Sail?), and 1 hobbit, Mr. Drogo Baggins of Hobbiton, who was making a perilous journey to Bree and back in order to fetch his beloved, very pregnant wife a particular kind of cheese she was craving. No loss of air threat, but they’re stuck. Obviously getting Drogo home is of utmost importance (and everyone else needs to get home safe, too). Tempers run high! Only once the Junior Rangers sort out their late-season interpersonal drama can Aragorn rise to the occasion and organize/mediate this microcosm of Middle Earth’s populace to dig their way out of this cave.
Aragorn is exceptionally good at facing down Nazgúl and their weaponized despair because he has—indeed, he is, by name!—hope. This show is about hope first and teamwork second, and looking badass in a beautiful landscape while Howard Shore music swells third.
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Oh Husband
"Husband, why don't you kneel down here and make me cum" Dana smiled. I looked around quickly. She was sitting in one of the patio chairs drinking a glass of wine as I was picking weeds out of the flower beds.
"Dana?!" I said quietly with a stunned look.
"What? You know you want to. Must little chastity bitch" Dana replied. She spread her legs. Pulling up her dress she wore no panties. I kneeled on the stone patio and buried my face between her thighs. As I liked and sucked her pussy.
"Do you hope Bob peeks over the fence and sees you?" Dana teased. I felt the cage get even tighter as my dick tried to get hard but had no room to grow.
"Paul you would like everyone to know what a beta husband you are wouldn't you?" Dana continued. She played with my hair that she had made me grow out as I pleased her. I made her cum. I always made her cum with my tounge. As she did she just pushed me back and fixed her dress. She made a hand motion as if dismissing me. I went back to finish the flowers. Her juices all over my face.
Dana got up and walked over to me. She bent down and grabbed my ass.
"It would be so hot if you wore your little thong bikini while you worked in the yard. Get those tan lines even darker" Dana teased then went inside. I knew she was teasing. She had me go to a tanning salon once a week. She loved my femine tan lines. She wanted anyone who might see me without a shirt to know what a bitch I was.
It had been 7 years ago when she had learned what kind of man I really was. It had started innocent enough. Dana was being adventurous and while she was sucking my dick worked a finger in my ass. I went wild.
I begged her to do it again and then again. This led to inserting a toy in my ass. Then fucking me with a strapon. All within a few months time. This led to a discussion of a threesome. Another man. I was reluctant but agreed. We chose a stranger. After a search on fetish dating sites. Dana found someone. We chatted a few times and finally decided it was time and invited him to the house. We where both nervous. His name was Greg.
Greg took control as soon as he entered. He had Dana naked and bent over before either of us had time to question. He ordered me to strip. As he fucked Dana. Not have sex or make love he fucked her. His hand around her throat his thick 7 inch cock smashing into her at an amazing pace. He stopped at one point and made Dana suck his cock. Tasting her own juices. Before he went back to fucking her. He totally ignored me I didn't know what to do so u stood and watched. As he pumped his seed into her.
"Come clean my cock" he ordered me. I was still in awe and did what he said without hesitation.
"You faggot husband just needs a firm hand" he told Dana. He pushed me away.
"Clean your wife Bitch" he ordered me. Dana spread her legs and seemed even more excited as she watched me clean another man's cum from her well fucked pussy.
We talked at length about what had happened and what we both wanted. We both agreed to explore this more. Dana is one of those people who research everything. And she did that very thing. She soon learned about cuckolding, chastity, FLM, sissy, punishment and a whole lot more. We talked and experimented alot. Now we have three kids so somethings where just not possible but Dana found ways.
Like if she called me husband it was an order. And I was to call her princess when we played. She locked me in chastity pretty fast. Since I had a small penis anyway. I enjoyed it. Well kinda. I enjoyed having to ask to touch myself. I enjoyed Dana being in control of me. Dana also started dating. Telling most people that she was cheating on me.
We told the kids mom had gone back to school to further her education. The kids ranged from 11 to 16. So it was a good way for them not to question, mom's night classes or late study groups. Also since mom was back in school Dad picking up the slack around the house doing more chores. The further she pushed the more I wanted. So when she had me shave, and start wearing panties I didn't argue. She would keep me locked for months at a time. And peg my ass once a week. While she told me about her lovers and what they did to her. She would sometimes show me videos. I understood when I watched. I had never even tried to fuck her lime they did. Most where rough using her.
"Non of them have such a gentle tounge like yours though" Dana told me. The kids now grown or away at school Dana became more open about things. She had confessed to her two best friends a few years ago. But now she didn't mind if others found out.
She took me panty shopping, instead of buying them online. Even telling the sales girl they where for me. She would take me to dinner and order for me. Telling the waiter that I couldn't be trusted to stay on my diet. She openly flirted with people in front of me. Including several of our friends.
She even took me to a gay bar and had me suck the bartenders cock. On the drive ho,e she told me she would never let me inside her again after watching what I had done.
But now rumors got back to the kids. And we are having a family meeting tonight. I know Dana is going to tell them the truth. I just am scared of how they will react.
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Horny Dratchrod shipper here to share thoughts.
One idea I've always had about Rodimus is that his reputation as a slut was entirely made up. Like he was friendly and fond of physical contact, so people see him cuddling up against Blurr or perching in Blaster's lap and assumptions get made. Thing is Hot Rod wanted to fit in so when he got brought into those interface talks and people telling what he did and people kind gave him a once over saying they were sure he was experienced he made shit up. Absolutely wild stuff he picked up from Kup's stories or porn.
And everyone believed it. It kind of shocked him because he was convinced people would call him out on it. Eventually it gets built up so much he's too nervous to take someone to bed because he doesn't know shit. He finally hooks up with someone, Doubledealer, who starts talking about how excited he is and Hot Rod distracts him with a blow job which is sloppy and inexperienced but he quickly becomes good at as a way to keep people from pushing. The lie is too big to confess so except for an occasional hot and heavy session of making out and masturbation and a handful of blowjobs Rodimus captains the Lost Light a virgin.
Something he wants to stop being but couldn't trust anyone to keep it to themselves. He was working up to telling Drift and getting him to help but then things went down. So finally post universe jump he nervously approaches Drift about if he and Ratchet would do him a big favor and confesses the whole virginity thing and being sealed and asks if they'd be willing to take them.
Dratchrod has not happened yet but Drift has been wanting to hunt Rodimus for sport since they met and Ratchet is not opposed to rocking his world. They don't do it right away though, Ratchet explains since he went so long his seal is going to be harder to pop and since Rodimus wants it done “naturally” rather than a quick hook and pull in the medbay then they'll have to soften them.
Cue a week of edging to get lubricant built up behind it and Drift and Ratchet dragging Rodimus into private meetings to apply lotion via shallow fingering to soften this side and sucking and licking his valve and spike housing, a magnet lock keeping his spike from extending and breaking that seal while the just lick and finger it teasing the tip of his spike mercilessly and making all the nodes at the edge of his valve sensitive and his valve lips swell up and inflamed against his panel making even just sitting hard but not letting him come. It gets to the point that Rodimus's seal is stretching and he's in a near constant state of one edge arousal which Ratchet declares him good enough and puts in time off for all three as they drag him panting, pretty, and begging to their bed to make a very pretty sandwich feeling.
Drift says Ratchet can get the valve and he'll take the spike. Ratchet is manhandling him and giving him gruff assurance he's doing good for them while Drift is being mean in between cooing. Rodimus is having the best night of his life and spends three days in between them in every position conceivable and just never leaves.
You know, I don't truly believe in the “Rodimus is a slut” thing (i only indulge in it for porn reasons) so the thought that Rodimus does have a reputation as a slut, but it's only made up and mildly perpetuated by some blowjobs and handjobs he's delivered over the years… it's perfect.
The rumour ends up spreading faster than he thought it would and lasts so long that it slowly becomes more and more embarrassing to admit it, as over time Rodimus has basically become the cybertronian equivalent of an adult virgin. But he trusts Drift with his secret, and to be honest, the thought of being coached by an older couple is very hot to him, which is precisely why he's not at all opposed to having both Drift and Ratchet help him out. It was kind of a spur of the moment decision (re: he's been wanting to ask for it for a while but held off until it just burst out of him one day) and Rodimus is a little surprised that they agreed so eagerly to take his seals…
Softening the seal is probably the most torturous, and longest week of his life. The seal needs to soak in lubricants to make it an easier to break, but by day 4 he's regretting not taking Ratchet up on his offer to just quickly remove it in the med-bay. He's so horny it's unreal and they keep teasing him. Maybe one day Rodimus asks what's the purpose of not letting him overload and they gladly admit that that part… is just for their own enjoyment. Rodimus is kept on the edge of arousal for an entire week and some change, and he can't even bring himself to touch himself when alone because there's already too many fluids pooled behind his seal and the pressure is getting so intense he doesn't think he can handle any more.
Rodimus dragged into their bedroom, valve wet and swollen behind his panels, with a week's worth of build up of lubricants behind the now protruding seal, and his spike is more than ready to extend past the confines of its sheath… Drift coaxing out Rodimus' spike with minimal effort, letting Ratchet take the valve because he's the doctor here and will know if anything goes wrong. Roddy squirming so much when a hand wraps around his spike while another pushes into his valve that he has to be held down. He's at his most sensitive and vulnerable but while Drift is being mean, teasing him for his squeaky little whines and the way his spike is leaking like he's already cumming, his grip on Rodimus' hips is gentle, and Ratchet's prodding at his seal is soft and careful. He can feel an exchange pass between Ratchet's and Drift's EM fields, but before he can register what it means, Drift is lowering himself on his spike and Ratchet is pushing his in…
Rodimus shouting out when his seal snaps open and lubricants pour out, his valve dripping a puddle onto the sheets below, and in his haze he apologizes for ruining their shared berth. It's almost adorable… Roddy overloading fast and hard, bucking his hips against Drift and Ratchet while his vents gasp and wheeze, but they keep going even as his inexperienced valve sparks with endless pleasure and his spike just won't stop throbbing. It’s so intense in such a good way that he gets why everyone was so obsessed with interfacing, and he can't believe he didn’t bite the bullet sooner… but, the night is still young. Hell, the week is still young, and Rodimus is still young, and he has plenty of time to get his world rocked by Drift and Ratchet over, and over, and over again
#valveplug#virginity kink#hrghhh sorry dratchrod with dratchet being a hot older couple teaming up on Rodimus is my fav thing#so many italics where did the italics come from#texty#dratchrod
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Daddy Quaritch. DADDY QUARITCH. Please for the love of all that is holy write Quaritch being a Daddy dom?
Yes, absolutely. Yes. You guys are feeding into my own fantasies at this point. I have so much to say about daddy dom miles but you know what I seem to be leaving a lot of things at a cliff hanger lately.
Daddy Dom Miles Quaritch X Sub Fem!Reader~ Head Cannons
Warnings: Smut, Daddy Dom/Sub Reader dynamic,
He's so cute, he is not super soft but he is a care giver.
He will check up on you all the time, lifting your chin up to plant kisses on your lips while mumbling "Ya doin alright princess?" You nodding in joy.
He will lift you up to avoid puddles on the ground or stop you from falling. If you are walking anywhere he will put his hand on the base of your spine to reassure you that he was there with you. He will reach for things that you cannot, mugs, equipment.
He is the kind of partner that puts his hand over the table corner so you don't hurt yourself when you try to pick something off the floor.
He carries water with him at all times because he wants to keep you hydrated, and you are a little bit of a brat. He wants to make sure that if you are not following the rules he can enforce them whenever needs be. And if you haven't drank anything that day, he will pin your hips between the wall and his own. Hands holding your chin face centimetres away from your own. "Be a good girl for daddy princess, drink your fucking water."
If you hadn't slept enough or hadn't eaten he would make sure that you got whatever you needed. "Ya tired baby? aw come 'ere" He would lift you up your legs wrapping around his hips while he carried you to your shared bed. If you hadn't eaten he would already have a protein bar in his pocket ready to throw at you whenever it was needed.
He is a careful yet passionate lover, he will dominate you always. Never taking the submissive rout. The one time you tired a very feeble attempt while straddling him. He fucked you still on his lap, but your back was flush against his chest your legs spread over his knees, cheeks pressed between his fingers. You met his gaze in the mirror that sat in front of you two, while he thrusted into you. Free hand rubbing lazy circles on your clit. "You think you can dom me?" A dark chuckle leaving his lips as he stares at you over your shoulder, "You wanna be on top? I'll fuck you on top"
He will cover you in marks and bruises, left by his lips. Or his hands.
He will tie you to the bed, laying between your legs tongue working your clit until you came undone on his mouth.
He is the king of aftercare. He keeps a little box under your bed that if filled with snacks and water and a first aid kit just in case, he will use whatever is needed for that time.
So fucking protective, he hates when people get to close to you. He just wants to keep you safe at all times, he wants you within arms reach at all times. Not that this can be the case all the time. And he hates it.
So he makes sure you have a com on you, so he can radio in whenever he is worried about you.
He gets you jewellery, mainly his dog tag ;)
The first time he saw you step out of the shower with nothing on other that his tag.... lets say you had to shower all over again.
It was hair pulling, skin slapping, legs shaking good.
He will take his role into every part of life. He will correct you in public, even if you two aren't using names such as princess or daddy. "You got something to say doll?" "No sir" Nowwww If you call him sir it still riles him up.
He would pin against the nearest wall in the nearest empty hall way. Hand gripping your throat. "You gonna call me sir in public and get away with it" He would hiss leaning in. "Nah ya gonna call me that again"
Long story short, he's sweet, caring and a wild card. You never know if you are gonna get the sweet side of him or the toe curling eye watering dominant side.
#na'vi miles quaritch series#miles quaritch x reader#miles quaritch fluff#miles quaritch smut#miles quaritch#miles quaritch x reader smut#smut#avatar smut
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Sung Jinwoo x Bubbly Reader
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ
﹢ ˖ ✦ ¸ . ﹢ ° ¸. ° ˖ ･ ·̩ ｡ ☆. ﹢ ˖ ✦ ¸ .
He is whipped. Thats it. Really./j
Your smile, your giggle, that wide grin along with your twinkling eyes that shines whenever you are joyous— He is weak to it all.
Jinwoo will do everything he can in order to protect and cherish that beautiful smile of yours
How are you this precious really? But either way, he wants you to be that joyous all the time.
He adores your sunshine personality, he loves it so much that even the thought of you while he does his work makes him grin stupidly. Look, Jinwoo is really whipped okay?
There’s no such thing as someone who is completely pure and without a taint of “Those Human Emotions”. He knows that, but when it’s you he forgets that.
Please smile, please do so.
You dont know how much a single grin from you can relieve him of his burden as the world’s strongest hunter and as the shadow monarch. There is pressure in his shoulders even if he looks so casual and nonchalant most of the time.
Even with just a short glance, he feels as if it is the gentle breeze of morning spring.
Jinwoo will treat you so preciously.
No matter how overly hyper you can get, no matter how fixated you can get and how wild you wave you hands around— Or or even shake and pace around!
He will gaze at you with a pair eyes that are just full of love.
He can’t help it fr. Your energy can melt a thousand old year frozen lake and blossom it into a beautiful scenery of fresh spring.
Yes, a lot of emphasis on spring.
What is it that you want? Do you love talking about sea animals? He’ll take you to the aquarium or if time is in favor he will take you out on a date to the open seas and fly around atop Kaisel. Do you love books? He will always pass by the bookstore to grab you books, he’s even asking the cashiers for reccomendations. He would also be taking notes of genres you like and take a long time to pick just so he can make sure you will love that book. Oh, right, he will also be buying the limited edition versions of those books. Do you love to dress up? Wanna go shopping with him when he’s free? He’ll love it no matter what kind of aesthetic you love. Dark academia, streetwear, light academia, cottagore, lolita— Whatever it may be! Do you love art? What medium do you use? He’ll gift you those art materials in a cute boquet. Of course, he makes sure those art materials are safe for you to use! Unless of course you are a digital artist, no problem! He’ll buy you a huge pen tablet or maybe a 12.9 inch ipad. Who’s he kidding? He buys both!
Hm? What’s that? He’s speding too much? Heaven’s no! He has the money and therefore will put it to good use! And part of the good use is spoiling you to bits!
Okay, okay, materialisticness aside— Jinwoo loves to indulge in your warmth. The love that you spread with your presence, that precious sunlight you give out— He really...Really loves it.
He isn’t a man of words. So he compensates by soft and romantic touches.
Jinwoo holds you gently but also firm enough to have you know that you are in his arms. He actually get’s scared sometimes, he fears that he might accidentally squeeze tight that he’ll crush your bones. Your existence— No matter the height difference between the both of you; He feels as though you are a tiny snowflake that will melt away because of his touch.
Because of the darkness that he embodies.
“How strong do you think I can get?” “You shadow is connected to the darkness. You will become as strong as your shadow’s depth in the dark.”
And we all know that depth is eternal.
He doesnt want to harm you in any way. If anything, he wants to use his capabilities to keep you and his family safe.
You? You’re so precious to him.
Words and actions cannot suffice.
He thinks he’s bad with both but for real, what he does is bayond the bare minimum.
A/N: I might fully come back to tumblr doing both artworks and headcanons<3
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Tw: lesbophobia, bullying, petty bitching about the Mean Girls remake and a subset of OG movie fans:
I Know. I KNOW its a me thing. But I saw a post that broke containment about the new Mean Girls movie how OMG REGINA CANONICALLY SINGS ABOUT GETTING GIRLS IN THE END SONG and my first response was "oh god, really?"
Look, I was never wild about the whole "Regina George was secretly closeted and that's why she picked on Janis to distract from her own feelings and save herself" fan theory but at least it was JUST a fan theory. And I know the original movie ending where it turns out Janis isn't even really gay, she was Lebanese and Regina got confused, and see she dances with a boy at the end, it's all okay she wasn't ACTUALLY a dyke!!!! - yeah I rolled my eyes too. Yeah, that was dumb and a coward's move, but idk. At least the movie itself, even if it copped out at the end by not risking having two of the protagonists be ACTUALLY gay in a teen movie...at least it seems aware that homophobic bullying is bad??
The original movie, whatever else you can say about it, or how it handled that issue or any others...at least tried to take that shit seriously. Janis was an outcast years after middle school who flinches at the idea of Damian telling anyone new about what Regina said about her for fear any new friends would abandon her immediately over it. Even Regina herself (blithely, callously, of course, but it's meant to be that) admits that the bullying Janis got as a result of Regina spreading those rumors about her made Janis break down, cut her hair and have to leave school temporarily over the rumors. Regina said that. Herself. With no remorse but she said it. The movie is a comedy, but it doesn't shy away from how brutal bullying of all forms can be. That's kind of the whole point of the goddamn movie.
But idk if the fans of this theory haven't experienced that much bullying themselves or its just a coping mechanism I can't relate to...that theory of "oh Regina's a closet case homophobe poor thing" just completely (to me) softens the whole thing, these fans do it to by making Regina in a sense, another victim. They may not intend it that way, but in the few times I've seen a Mean Girls post and my nostalgia got me scrolling a bit I've stumbled on this. Seen it in various places online and it always made me want to hiss like a wet cat because it's always like "omg poor Regina comphet sucks <333" and. Hork. Im sorry, hork.
Sorry, but I spent too much time BEING on the receiving end of that shit in middle school, getting called names and treated like an actual disease up until I moved to high school with mostly a whole new set of people over the fact someone spread rumors I was a lesbian, to feel anything but frustration over that. Yeah. I was Janis. I'll admit I can't be "objective" here. I never did any of the shit she does in Mean Girls in revenge, I never had the power or inclination, it wasn't a former friend who started it, but yeah I'm biased because that character was me. I know what it was like to be her because I lived it. And yeah, it kind of sucked!!! Did get better, but yeah. Was what it was.
It's a big part of why I've never liked the trope in popular culture that the loudest homophobic bullies are actually closet cases. It's not that "right wing politician caught soliciting blowjobs" has never been a headline but come on. Most of the people who trash queer people do it because they just hate us. Its trivializing of homophobic harassment to act like that's 1) a good explanation for most cases 2) much less an excuse and that's how it can be used. It'd be one thing if a self-hating person's mindset was like. Actually explored with depth and nuance as part of a story. But otherwise, nah. Miss my formerly lowkey traumatized teenage ass with that dismissive cliched shit.
So even the idea that the movie might be lending any kind of weight to that theory about Regina, however subtle or subtextual, that is??? Yeah funny lol, such iconic, very Representation. Fucking bite me. My lesbian ass is tuning right the fuck out. I'm not paying movie ticket prices to see this, if I'm gonna basically get the sort of person who would've made my life hell as a preteen and tween get turned into One Of Us with the expectation that's going to make me freak out with joy. Even if allegedly they did actually make Janis a lesbian (which, good for them if they did).
Of course, it could just be fans blowing something out of proportion but. Like y'all are not making me want to see this movie MORE and I was at best lukewarm on it having never seen the musical and being lowkey burnt out on the idea of yet another remake.
#idk if these girls are just that detached from the reality of what it's like to bullied period or what. Must be nice#ignore me i'm just stressed and strung out for a variety of reasons I'm trying to distract myself#from a health scare im having lately and trying to get answers for by any means necessary#if that includes whinging about something petty#to partly let steam off about bigger things and also cheer myself up#in case anyone else agrees and wants to bitch with me so be it. kvetching is good for the soul sometimes#tho to be clear this fan theory and that trope has always genuinely annoyed me
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AI LESS WHUMPTOBER DAY NINE SCAR REVEAL
support and engagement would really motivate me to help post and work on the rest of this stuff!
also i’ve never played cod @puff0o0 has just rotted my brain for this man!!
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Respecting König’s boundaries and privacy was important to you. He’s so gentle and kind to you that no amount of curiosity was worth hurting him by violating him.
You can see those shockingly blue eyes, the dark paint flaking off with sweat and grime from drills and battle. When his gaze gets hardened with adrenaline and focus, all six feet and ten inches of muscle and force. It’s titillating, you must admit.
When König’s eyes flick over to you, they soften, losing some of the strain around the edges. The corners crinkle and you know he’s smiling at you from under his hood.
Later, when you two manage to get some time alone together in the barracks you breach the subject. It’s a sore spot, and you’re more than willing to back down if König so asks.
“So, we’ve been together for over a year now, right?”
König looks down at you, spread across his broad chest, laying over his body. You steel yourself and don’t break eye contact, despite the nerves licking away at your soul.
“Ja, that is correct. Have you brought that up for a reason?” (A part of him worries that this is the end. The end of all you’ve had together, the end of everything. You’re the best thing in his life, the moon on a barren night. Fuck, he can’t let his head run wild with this right now—)
His chest rises with controlled and even breaths, a steady motion that you use to ground yourself.
“Is,” you hesitate, thinking how best to phrase the question. “Would you ever consider letting me see your face?”
König freezes under you, even breathing picking up after a pause.
“My darling, it’s- it’s not that I don’t want you to, or that I don’t trust you, it’s…—.”
“No, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up, König,” fuck, way to ruin the moment.
“I don’t know if you would think of me the same way if you knew how I looked under my mask.”
“Oh, no matter what you look like I will love you, okay? We’ve been through too much for something so surface level to turn me off from you.” You grab the planes of his cheeks and stare into his eyes. “I promise.”
He puffs a hot breath against the fabric of the shirt covering his face. His eyes still look unsure. A moment of silence passes before he agrees.
“Give me a second, my darling.” If you listen closely there’s a slight warble to his voice.
You lean back onto his thighs as he sits up. König rests his back on the wall, you still straddled on his thighs. His hands, ungloved fiddle with the bottom of his mask.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel up to doing this, I just…” you sigh. “Curiosity kills the cat.”
His chest rumbles in a chuckle, “but satisfaction will bring it back?”
“Naturally.”
He lifts his hood, eyes downcast. It’s unusual to see him, well see him, and see him act this… meek.
Your eyes trace over the planes of his face, each scar, bump, freckle, mole.
“Are you going to say something? Disappointed?” A forced chuckle follows the words, but you can hear the anxiety that lines them.
“You look like the man I love. I’m glad to finally see you like this.” Your lips press together. “Can I kiss you like this?”
“Of course, my darling.” Is all König needs to say before you meet his mouth, finally meeting lips to lips rather than lips to cloth to lips.
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Day 5 of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3
PROMPT: MIRROR SEX
genre: nsfw, mdni
warnings: fingering, mirror sex, praise kink, dirty talk, creampie, female bodied reader
wordcount: 1,2k
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Breathy moans and pants fill the room, and Rio wouldn’t have it any other way.
His lips curve in a satisfied grin, an arm around your waist as you lean back against his chest. Helpless in his hold as he thrusts two fingers in and out of you with wet squelches. And as his eyes meet your reflection in the mirror he thinks this might have been the best idea he’s ever had.
For what more perfect way for him to bathe in all your cute little reactions to his ministration than a mirror in front of your bed? A part of him scolds himself for not thinking about this sooner, the cool edge of sadness pricking at his heart at the thought of all the shifts in your features he’s missed over the last times he’s touched you.
So this time he doesn’t allow himself to lose one second of it, of the way your features contort with pleasure and of the way your hips blindly grind against the heel of his hand, driven by their own volition to chase after your release.
“Keep your legs spread wide for me.” He says against your skin, voice smooth and deep as velvet. His heart swells in his chest with overflowing love as you do as told, a desperate whine falling from your lips as his knees nudge your thighs further apart.
He picks up the pace, letting his lips wander over your nape, pressing open mouthed kisses to that spot he knows has you weak in the knees. Satisfied when you give him a taste of these cute little whimpers he loves so much.
“Ri-Rio! Ungh- feels good!” You cry, head falling back as he curls his fingers inside of you, softly stroking your sensitive patch of nerves in rhythm with the flicks his thumb delivers to your clit. “Close!”
"Don't hold it back, baby. I want to see you fall apart."
Sparks of white hot pleasure fly in your vision, and for a moment you swear the stars in the night sky have come down to greet you, falling around you as your world crashes over you. The tight coil at the pit of your stomach snapping in tendrils of warmth that spread inside of you.
Rio’s hold tightens around you as you lean back in his arms, helping you ride out your high with slow thrusts. Blue eyes gaze down at you, swimming with love and adoration as a tired sigh falls from your lips.
“Was it good?” He asks, gentle fingers softly caressing your cheek before tucking a loose strand out of your features. His nose nuzzles the crook of your neck, taking in your scent and committing it to memory as though you'd one day vanish from his side.
He knows this won't happen. For Rio won't allow anyone else to have you, nor will he allow you to go anywhere. Still, bathing in your scent remains one of his favourite things. Both in the early hours of the morning and the wild hours of the night when the two of you melt in each other's touch.
“Yes…” You turn around in his hold, a soft hand coming up to cup his cheek. A loving smile curves the corners of your lips as your eyes meet. “But not enough. I want more.”
Oh how he loves you. Any more and he might die from too much of it.
An amused chuckle falls from his lips, a sound that has warmth spreading in your chest. His hand comes to cover yours on his cheek, holding onto your touch.
“My princess wants more? Well then, what kind of attendant would I be if I left her unsatisfied?” He says, leaning in, his lips a breath away from yours.
You let out a giggle at his words, pulling him down in a kiss by his neck. His lips mould against yours, his tongue pushing between your lips to twine with yours in a dance that has your head spinning with thoughts of him and what comes next.
Your fingers ache with need as you fumble with the buckles of his belt and the zipper of his trousers. The damn things could never come off fast enough. And Rio seems to agree with you as he helps you by removing his last garments himself.
Your fingers come to wrap around his hard length, giving it a few experimental pumps.
A heady moan escapes him before his lips are back on yours, thirsty for more, aching for another taste of Heaven. Making up for all these times he’s wished to kiss you but couldn’t.
You let him, teasing him with slow and torturous strokes, until simply kissing isn’t enough anymore and you both pant for air, lips red and swollen. He presses a last kiss to your cheek, and air leaves your lungs as you meet his gaze, eyes darkened by pooling desire.
“Turn around for me?” He asks, heart fluttering in his chest as you turn your back to him and face the mirror, spreading your legs over his thighs to position yourself above him. His hands come to rest on your hips, gently guiding you down his length.
You suck in a breath, thoughts melting from your mind as he slowly sheathes himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to the new intrusion before he finally buries himself to the hilt.
“Gods- You’re so warm… I could stay inside of you forever.” He says in a breath, arms wrapping around you to keep you close as he thrusts up into your core. “I- Ungh- I love you.”
A broken moan slips past your lips, heat radiates off your cheeks as you catch sight of Rio in the mirror, blush dusted cheeks and intense gaze that remains fixated on you. You almost lose your mind when your eyes travel farther down to rest on the lew sight of his cock disappearing between your folds to fill you whole.
“I love you too… Ah- Ri-Rio!” You can’t hold back a cry of his name, not when he picks up the pace and angles his hips just right to hit your pleasure spot. Your arms fly behind you to wrap around his neck, desperately seeking to hold yourself upright as you threaten to shatter in his hold.
“See? Uh… Hu- You always look so beautiful when you take- me.” He pants, a groan rumbling in his chest as your walls clench around him, a telltale sign of your approaching release and his call to give his mistress what she needs.
A finger comes down to draw tight circles over your sensitive clit, electrifying warmth coursing through your veins at the simple touch.
“Go ahead and- and cum for me-” You don’t have time to process his words, the curtains of your release falling over you, drowning out the world around you as white clouds your vision and all but pleasure remains.
For Rio it only takes your moans and cries of his name for his own release to dawn on him. A few more roll of his hips against yours before he buries himself inside of you to the hilt and shoots his cum deep within your folds.
A shiver of bliss runs up your spine as residual pleasure courses through you, before you fall back against him, a tired mess of limbs. His lips kiss the top of your head and his arms tighten around you, holding you close as you slowly drift off to sleep.
His heart swells with love as he gazes down at you, chest warm with overwhelming happiness. No matter how many times the two of you have made love or had sex, his gratitude remains the same as the first time he got to touch you.
Every day, every night with you, a gift from the stars he keeps close to his heart.
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The thrill of killing you| BAU x unsub reader
Warnings: This chapter is just smut. At the end the mention of another body been discovered and SA!
Summary: Spencer goes back to readers hotel room, but wonders if this is something he can commit too.
A/N: sorry for not posting this last week, I got caught up in other stuff.
Chapter five: Running out of time
This girl is pretty. She seemed interesting, but I am not the type of man to do this kind of thing. I wasn’t the type of person to pick someone up at the bar and leave to have sex with them. But she, she had something in her, maybe a darkness or maybe a story worth telling.
As she led me, to what I assumed was her hotel, I thought maybe I could be this kind of man. I mean Derek use to do it all the time, so why couldn’t I? I watched her lead the way, the way her walk matched her beauty. I wondered why she had chosen me from the bar full of people, I surely wasn’t the most attractive one in there. But as we arrived at her hotel room, I pushed those thoughts away. This was happening, and I was going to enjoy it.
As soon as we entered the room, she turned to face me, a sultry smile playing at her lips. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the bed.
I did as she said, sitting on the edge of the bed as she poured us both a drink.
We talked for a while, getting to know each other's interests and backgrounds. But I could sense the tension building between us, the air thick with desire.
Without warning, she leaned in and kissed me deeply, her hands sliding up my chest. I responded eagerly; our tongues tangled together as we explored each other's mouths.
She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me as she continued to kiss me passionately. I could feel her body grinding against mine, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
I couldn't help but moan softly, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her skin. She was driving me wild with desire, and I couldn't resist her any longer.
I flipped her over onto her back, my hands pulling at her clothes as I kissed my way down her neck and chest. She moaned softly, arching her back as I reached the sensitive skin just above her breasts.
I couldn't wait any longer, my hands reaching for the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs.
As I settled between her thighs, I could feel the heat emanating from her, the wetness between her legs. I took my time exploring her with my tongue, savouring the taste of her as she writhed and moaned beneath me.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I slid myself inside her, feeling her tightness as she gasped.
thrust into her gently at first, feeling myself harden even more as she moaned and writhed beneath me.
I picked up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. I could feel an orgasm building within her, the way her body would tense and then relax as I thrust into her.
Her moans became louder, and I found myself encouraging her to try and scream. Her orgasm drew closer, the way her muscles tightened around me sending me over the edge.
I thrust into her one last time, pulling her close as I came deep inside her. I pressed my face into her neck, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath. I felt her strong arms encircle me, holding me close as I came down.
When I pulled back, I noticed her eyes were closed, her face flushed. I felt a small smile spread across my face. I understood why Derek use to do this; it was a rush. Maybe I could do this again, or maybe I could ask for her number, so I could get to know her.
As my head was rushing with these thoughts, I heard my phone buzz on the ground. I picked up and saw that Hotch needed me back at the BAU.
“I, erm, I have to go. Do you want my number or anything Emily?” I didn’t want to sound like I was using work as an excuse just to leave, I really did want to see her again.
She shook her head. “No, no it’s okay. Fate will either let us meet again or keep us apart.” She said it with a smile on her face, but it wasn’t a smile of happiness, it was a smile I couldn’t place.
“Oh, okay then. Erm, well I’ll either see you again or not, I guess.” As I put my clothes back on, she just watched. I said my goodbyes and left. It felt weird, she seemed weird towards the end of it. Maybe I wasn’t good, or maybe she just did simply believe in fate.
As I got back to the BAU, I saw a smirk on Luke’s face. He must have guessed what I had done, but there was a stern look on Hotch’s face and everyone else seemed to be indulged in work. As I looked at my tablet, I saw another body had been found, one near here. A man, who had again been accused of SA. Who was doing these murders, and why were they doing them all around the US.
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LAW X FEM READER / NSFW (minors dni, don't make me say it twice)
word count: 5.7k (this quickly got out of hand)
content warning: toxic relationship, situationship, law is kind of an ass in this but what's new, lot's of suggestive talk, vaginal penetration, oral (female receiving and male receiving), reader is obsessed with law and I do mean obsessed so read at your own risk, choking, several mentions of ejaculation (and what comes after so you know what I mean), biting, jealousy, knife play, drug use.
this is my piece for @510hz collab event! it's taken inspiration from "starring role" by marina and the diamonds. I have been working on this forever, and it is finally done! thank you for letting me participate in your collab/event. it's been a wild ride! i love marina and this album was on repeat for a long time when it first came out.
all you give me is a heart beat
Law feels your eyes on him not for the first time that day, and makes a pointed effort not to look at you. Surrounded by the rest of his crew, the last thing he wants to do is to cause misunderstandings. He knew later he’d find you in some corner of the submarine, marking check boxes on some form he had deemed necessary; anything to keep you busy enough from demanding answers from him.
It is true that perhaps he had made a mistake when he first kissed you in his office. You had melted under his attention, become pliable under his expert hands as he brought you to ecstasy right there on his work desk. Law hadn’t predicted your eyes to be shiny with expectation the following morning at the mess hall. It should have made him reconsider, instead, he asks you into his office again. And again. He continues to do this until there’s not a corner you’re unfamiliar with, until every book and wall knows the way you sound at orgasm, the faces you make when he buries his cock inside you.
Where he is difficult to hold, you are easy. You make no demands. You’re earnest as you wrap your warmth around him, when you breathe his name in a raspy tone against his ear. Goosebumps skitter down his back and away from him. It’s cowardice, he knows, that he continues to allow this but he is selfish, and your pussy is just way too good for him to give up.
There’s also a strange ‘something’ about you.
He catches glimpses of it at a certain slant of light. He sees it in the thin line your plush mouth draws when Ikkaku settles close to him; the way you purse your lips and force a smile, a dimple hanging perilously from one cheek. It entices him, spurs him on to place a large hand on Ikkaku’s shoulder. Law leans forward. He smells Ikkaku’s shampoo as he whispers into her ear. His golden eyes are honed in on your face, on your hand that picks up the silver steak knife. The glint of the blade as you bring it down on the table sparks a fire inside him.
That night he laughs at your fury as you ride him on his desk, your frigid fingers wrapped around his throat. His own inked fingers curl around your wrists and he squeezes until you flinch and let go. There’s laughter in his voice as he murmurs your name. You huff, hips moving, desperate for release while his thick cocks twitches inside your gummy walls.
“That’s no way to treat your captain,” he says as he pries your hands away from his neck. His thumbs rub circles on the inside of your wrists. Your blood pulses underneath his touch, heartbeat tethered to the pads of his thumbs. He tries to control the smirk that stretches his bruised lips but it’s futile; a wasted effort. He kisses your fingertips, the center of your palms. He relishes in how this is all it takes to make your shoulders relax, how it was enough to bring your guard down.
He flips you over, your hot back hitting the wooden desk, and finds you immediately submissive. You spread your legs for him, inviting him to your dripping pussy. It is an offer he could never refuse; and how could he when you were practically begging him? It would be a disservice to your kindness. The least he could do was get on his knees. His hands are warm as he pushes your legs apart, shouldering his way towards your heated core. His breath is hot against your swollen nub as he leans closer. He takes in your scent as he opens his mouth to drag his large tongue over your slit. His licks are careful, measured; an inappropriate form of an apology. The way your fingers grasp his hair is reminiscent of the way he sees you grasp at straws, at the invisible seams that hold whatever this is together. As he hears you moan even through the loud slurping noises he forgets all apprehensions.
Later, in his bed when one round simply would not suffice, he feels you shift on the mattress. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, thinking perhaps you needed him to hold you. You were so needy for him, after all. He’s not sure who falls asleep first, but the last thing he remembers is the smell of your shampoo dragging him into dreams.
you’re hard to hug, tough to talk to
There was a sickness inside you, of this you were sure.
It was the only thing that could explain your senseless attachment to the one man who refused to be kept. At worst he was cold, a chill in the night, the kind that would make your limbs go numb and keep you up, sleepless and deranged. At best he held onto you with detached interest, a contradiction you tried to ignore by seeking his tongue past his treacherous lips.
There was a sickness inside of you, sure, but if that was true then perhaps there was one within him too.
When it was just the two of you alone, the world melted away. He’d let you find refuge in his lap as he sat at his desk, reading up on recent medical literature. You’d curl into him, bury your face in his neck seeking the slippery scent of intimacy. No matter how quick, or how deep your breath was, the taste never lingered on your tongue.
You tried to find it woven in the threads of Law's bed sheets. You’d plaster your nose against his pillow, mouth open in desperation. You'd spread your fingers against the fabric of the pillowcase, feeling for any of his secrets you could keep.
He falls asleep with his arms around you, and you break free gently to watch the stillness of his face. You take in his brown skin, and run your fingertips over his exposed arms. Electricity seeps into your fingers, lighting up your being.
Law seemed so vulnerable there, laying on his side, inky hair partially covering his tired face. He was completely unguarded, defenseless, absolutely at your mercy.
You could kill him if you wanted to. If you really wanted to.
You swoop in towards his bicep, run the tip of your nose from one forearm to his shoulder. The breath you take in is ragged, rattling in your chest as your mouth floods with saliva. Sea salt and ink takes over your senses. You feel him stir inside you, his essence burying itself within your cells.
A need possesses you. You gently push against his shoulder to force him on his back. Stealthily you slither over his body to press your hands over his abdomen. You feel his hardened muscles under your palms as you slide them up and over his chest. His heart thumps underneath your hands. It beckons you closer. You press your ear to his chest, eyes fluttering close.
At the sound of his heart beating you picture the blood that gives it life. You can see its journey red hued and electric in perfect detail in your mind. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and your toes curl, picturing the blood in Law's veins, how it makes his body warm.
You feel it now, that warmth of his body that lulled you into a false sense of security. How could someone so beautiful be the source of both your anguish and content delirium? How could he sleep next to you, as innocent as a child, and tear your heart in two the next morning when he'd refuse to meet your gaze in front of others?
Heartless. He was heartless; he could be.
You see yourself sinking your hands into the cavity of his flesh, parting sinew and bone with ease. You hear the crackling of ribs prickle your ears. You can almost taste iron in the air as you pluck it out, bring it up to Law's horror. His mouth drops open and he screams and screams, unable to move, unable to do anything.
His heart beats in your bloodied hands, his hot blood oozes down your forearms, souvenirs of the fight you claimed from him; of the things he stole from you a long time ago.
You blink to bring yourself to the present, to still see him slumbering beside you, unaware of the storm birthing inside of you.
It takes a moment to quiet your breathing, to match it to his. You drape his arms over you once more, cocoon yourself into the shape of him with one hand over his chest.
You drift to sleep with the feel of his heartbeat underneath your fingertips, and the taste of iron between your teeth.
when we get undressed
He slots his lips against yours, hating his own timidness. It wasn’t inexperience that made his fingers tremble; the ones he buries in your hair in hopes of keeping this one secret from you. It was his own vulnerability that he fought against–the sudden and desperate need to kiss you past your breath. There’s a warmth that blooms treacherously in his chest; an invasive species of the trailing vine kind. He tears at it with his fingers, dirt burying itself under his nails in the form of your whimpering.
He silences you with kisses, forceful and clumsy. You gasp against his sudden hunger, and he consumes even that from you, leaving nothing to waste.
His tongue is slippery as he strokes your own, his hips rutting against your heated core at a slow pace. It’s torturous, the way he feels your wetness against his erection. Law has half a mind casting gentleness aside to slip inside you in one stroke but he perseveres, and captures your tongue for a slow and noisy suck. He waits for you to bury your fingers in his hair, to scrape his scalp with your long acrylics. He even waits for your plush thighs to wrap around his bony hips, to hear you mewl and beg for him before he succumbs.
It’s so easy to bury himself inside you. You’re soaking, slippery and hot, more than eager to receive him. The tightness of your pussy still surprises him no matter how many times he thrusts inside it. It’s a heaven on earth he feels almost undeserving of. Almost.
There’s a small smile that tugs on a corner of his lips, one that is languid and full of secrets. He slithers one hand up between your jiggling breasts, still slapping his hips against yours. His balls are loud against the wetness of your skin, the sound making you blush all over. Law continues to move his hand upwards at a slow pace, until his fingers stroke up your neck. He lifts it slightly, brushes the back of his knuckles against it before he sighs.
In a swift move, he squeezes your delicate neck between his fingers. You gasp and moan as he applies pressures to the sides of your neck. Your cunt twitches around his cock as he continues to thrust in and out of you. Your brown eyes, blown wide and unfocused, roll to the back of your head when he picks up the pace. Law can’t help but laugh, even as he represses a moan of his own.
“I’m close,” he tells you breathlessly, mouth hanging open. There’s a flush on his cheeks he ignores. He blames the horrible ventilation system on the submarine. Law makes a note to have someone fix that immediately. “I’m so close, doll,” he says, not letting go of your neck. “Tell me,” he commands. You hum, and he frowns down at you, unsure if you heard him. He squeezes your neck tighter for good measure. When you gasp and choke, gagging on a moan when he viciously slaps his hips against yours, he grits his teeth. “Where do you want me to cum on you?”
You don’t answer him. Law thinks perhaps you’re just not able to. His chuckles are dark, and gritty, sandpaper against your sensitive skin. He continues his vicious thrusts, touching the deepest part of you with the tip of his cock. He feels you tightening around him, and he knows before you cry out that you’re at the precipice. Your orgasm pulls out his own from within him, and he quickly slips out of you.
His hand grasps his slippery cock, to pump furiously. White cum spurts out of his tip, and lands on the heated skin of your belly.
Law sees your chest rise and fall, sees your swollen lips parted as you try to catch your breath. Your neck and breasts are littered with blooming bruises in the shape of his teeth. He tuts, almost ashamed. There’s a strange pull in his chest that he wishes to bury. He moves away from you slowly.
“Stay there,” he tells you, voice clipped. You blink up at the ceiling, arms spread wide on his bed as you lay on his back. The sight of your tits is too tempting, and while he is spent, he still leans forward to drop a few more kisses over the slope of each one. “Don’t move,” he mumbles against your skin, and nips at the skin before retreating into the bathroom.
When he returns, there’s a wet wash rag in his hand. His golden eyes take in the mess he made himself on your soft belly. There is precision in his work, he manages to clean you up quickly and efficiently, before he discards the wash rag in the waste bin. He’d take care of it later, for now, he wants to forget everything and hold you. He slides behind you as you curl on your side, and kisses your shoulders.
“Law,” you start, trying to look at him over your shoulder. Law tightens his arms around your waist. “I want to ask you–”
He shushes you quickly, and kisses the spot behind one ear. “Let’s talk in the morning. You should sleep now.” He ignores the way your body tenses at his tone. He ignores the way he feels your fingers tap nervously over his hands, fingers locked over your belly. He ignores the way your nails dig into his forearm when he doesn’t give you more attention.
He ignores this conversation you have tried to start several times before. Law continues to ignore you, and everything else, until he falls asleep.
That morning, Ikkaku is in the mess hall, chastising Penguin over the massive plate of stacked pancakes he was carrying. Law smiles at her expression, unable to ignore the scene. He walks over, long legs making breaching the distance a very easy task.
“What’s the problem?” Law asks, reaching over Ikkaku’s shoulder for a plate. He watches with barely restrained humor, as she shrinks under his body. Her cheeks color. Law’s eyes light up at their brightness. “There should be enough pancakes for everyone.”
“Those are all the pancakes I made!” she argues back, as she tries to take a step backwards. Law immediately steps forward, reaching around her for prepackaged units of grape jam. “I’m not making more. It’s not like Penguin was on kitchen duty. He should show some consideration.”
“No more fighting,” he says offhandedly. While Law’s tone is flat, his eyes sparkle with hidden mirth. He glances sidelong at Ikkaku who hovers to the left of his elbow. Law grabs a piece of toast for his plate, and steals two pancakes from Penguin’s. He places them on Ikkaku’s plate and leans forward to whisper: “I stole these for you. Now smile. Smiling uses less muscles. Don’t you know?”
He reaches up as he pulls away, to flick Ikkaku’s forehead with nimble fingers. As Ikkaku rubs her forehead, cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, Law feels a pair of eyes on him. He knows, without even turning around, that it's your presence he feels; suffocating, and interrogative.
He raises a brow in your direction, and smiles politely. You don’t return his gesture, instead you drop your breakfast, plate and cutlery and all into the wastebasket. Law watches you quietly as you leave without a word, a cold thrill shooting up his spine. He knows he should do better. He knows that he is far too old for games but he can’t help it. You bring the worst out of him. It was a poor excuse, but he clung to it as he seeks you out at random throughout the day.
You don’t play along this time. Your look is impassive at best. Your responses are clipped, and you’re very good at making excuses–anything to keep yourself away from him.
His ego tells him it’s jealousy. His ego, and his arrogance tell him that you’re doing it to yourself. It tells him he has done nothing wrong, that there is no need for him to seek you out as if he was apologizing, as if he was one to beg for scraps of your attention. Whatever power you think you are clutching in your little hands, he ignores. He tries to snatch it back by pretending there is nothing bothering him; that he doesn’t care when you refuse to touch him back when he slides his hand over the small of your back.
Law thinks he has you beat in the lab, when he leans down to brush his lips against yours, but you turn away from him. You tell him he’s interrupting your work, and that it is very dangerous to distract a woman who was working with volatile chemicals.
He leaves the lab irate, the hairs on the back of his neck on end.
you don’t love me, big fucking deal
There’s only so much a girl can take. After all, even girls are still made of flesh and blood.
You’re not ignorant to his attempts at dark seduction. His words are honeyed and practiced. You’re slow to respond but you muddle through it, dragging your legs through the heaviness of it, clinging desperately to your convictions.
There was no turning back now.
There was no point in regretting it.
You tell yourself this as you work quietly in the operating room, placing pairs of mosquito forceps, and tweezers into sterilization bags. You’re in the midst of labeling, when you hear feet dragging in your direction. It sickens you the way you identify the owner almost immediately. The bags are sealed, and you run your fingers over the edges of them repeatedly, anything to keep you busy. Your frown deepens when you feel Law move right behind you. His hands find the curves of your hips too easily. They rest there, as if they belonged nowhere else. There’s a tug at the pit of your stomach, one that shames you and makes you hot all at once.
You’re sick of the way you are weak against him. It’s almost painful the way you crave him–need him, desperately. It has only been a day but you feel yourself falling apart without him, his touch, his kisses, the feel of his cock moving inside you. When his breath tickles your ear, you shut your eyes briefly, seizing an unsanitized scalpel in one hand.
Your body leans back, finding his hardened body comforting. You’d do anything to make him yours. Anything at all. You’d do anything to keep him there, tethered to your skin, almost as if one single body.
“What are you doing?” he asks against your ear. Law’s large hands travel the length of your arms, down your forearms. He grasps your wrists, but you don’t let go of the scalpel. Your hand shakes, as your knuckles whiten. “That can wait, can’t it?”
You blink, trying to sort your thoughts. Before you can help yourself, you wiggle your hips, rubbing your round ass against his crotch. Law doesn’t move away from you. In fact, he folds over you even closer, trapping you within his tall and lanky frame.
“Now, now,” he whispers before nipping at the top of one ear. You shudder against him, eyes fluttering close. He lets go of one wrist to bring it up to your neck. He squeezes gently, before slipping his hand further up to grasp your chin. Law tilts your face up to look at him. At the sudden press of his hips against your backside, your eyes fly open. You watch the image of him, upside down–his moistened lips, the dark lidded gaze to his eyes. “You shouldn’t be moving like that with a knife in your hand. It’s dangerous. This is an operating room. You’re supposed to be a professional.”
You laugh, thrilled at the prospect of charming him. It was always like this–a push and pull of dark tides, a barely moonlit ocean where the perils of the depth were too obscure and distant to predict. Still, you rise up among the waves, challenge him by spinning in his arms. His head jerks immediately at the glint of the light on the blade. Law’s breathing is erratic. There is a pink tint to his cheeks, as you bring the scalpel closer to his neck.
“I am always a professional, Captain” you tell him with pursed lips. Law’s adam’s apple bobbles as he swallows. His gaze is trained on your face. His dark lashes fan over his cheekbones, full of promises if only you could get him to commit. “Now, why don’t you be a good patient and get on that table for me, hmm?”
Law hesitates. His eyes are cast down over his long nose, as if he was weighing his options. You press your lips together, and the scalpel against his skin. A tiny bead of red blooms over the skin of his neck. You almost miss the wrinkle of his nose–the tiny tell-tale sign of his discomfort, but as you press your body against his, you feel his erection against your belly. The hardness of it pressed against the soft rolls of your belly is enough incentive to throw away all doubts.
“Are you going to get on the table, or do I have to strap you down to it? What’s it gonna take?”
Your full lips pull into a crooked grin. Law swallows saliva. His mouth waters at the sight of you, your brown skin glowing under the fluorescent lights, the way the halo of the light bulbs lingers on your dark irises. They’re sirens pulling him towards the sea. He feels his body react to you. Desires touch their fiery fingers to every nerve, singing away his common sense. Finally, he obeys, as he walks backwards away from you and towards the table.
You follow him, his eyes never leaving you, as he slowly undoes the remaining buttons of his shirt. You chuckle softly, and tilt your head, scalpel still in one hand as you continue to approach him. Law stops when his ass collides with the edge of the operating table. You advance towards him without giving him room to think or breathe. Your free hand slides over his exposed belly, long acrylics scratching his skin lightly as you drag your nails up to his chest. Law hisses, goosebumps scattering across his skin.
Law knows it's a dangerous gamble–to push you the way he wants to while you hold a blade, but he finds his hand reaching out for you. He buries his fingers in your curls, and pulls you forward towards his mouth. His lips collide with yours roughly, a bit too much teeth and spit, but you swallow it up, drink it all as if starving. His facial hair is ticklish against your jaw as he kisses up to your ear. His teeth tug at your earlobe, and you almost drop the scalpel. His free hand–the one not keeping you close to him by your hair–roughly grabs a breast.
A part of you threatens to fall apart. You want to slice at your own clothes, to perforate your own skin, and make room for him to slip inside–to stay there forever, as a part of you. You moan against his mouth, his tongue stroking the roof of your mouth before it swirls around your tongue. As you break away from the kiss, you gasp, your free hand pushing his chest so he can lay down on the table. You straddle him quickly, blade still in one hand. Carefully, you drag the blade over his skin, lightly so as not to cut him.
Law breathes harshly, and shudders as the cold metal runs its course down the middle of his chest. You stop the point at the edge of his jeans, carefully stroking the dark hairs of his happy trail with the point of the scalpel.
“What are you planning on?” he asks you, as you lose interest in the thick dark hairs. You hum contemplatively, and drag the scalpel further down. You follow the path of the zipper of his jeans, and trace the shape of the imprint of his hardened cock as you straddle his thighs. Law swallows, enjoying the weight of you over his legs, trapping him underneath you. He is ashamed at how the danger of the blade over his denim covered erection makes him feel as his cock is twitching for more.
“I’m not planning anything,” you say quietly, giving in to the way your mouth waters. You undo the button expertly with one hand, and pull down the zipper, slowly pulling out his cock through the hole of his boxer briefs. “As long as you behave.”
Law laughs, even as you grip the tip of his cock with one hand. You stroke the glistening drop of precum on his tip, and smear it down with one thumb. Law swallows a moan, as his back arches slightly off the table.
“You make it sound like you’re in charge. Aren’t you getting the wrong idea?” he asks you, reaching for one of your breasts. There is a look that you toss his way that he isn’t sure if he imagined; equal parts impassive and murderous. Law ignores it, as he tends to do, and slips a hand under your shirt, seeking the softness of your skin. His calloused thumb against your erect nipple, makes the coil under your belly tighten. You move your hips slowly, feeling your panties moisten with your arousal.
“I think I have the right idea,” you tell him, before biting your lip. When he pinches your nipple between index finger and thumb, you try to swallow the moan that follows. “I have the perfect idea, really.”
In an effort to gain control, you lean down, and swirl your fleshy tongue around the mushroom head of his cock. Law groans, and throws his head back on the operating table with a thud. You hollow your cheeks, and take him into your mouth, allowing the thickness of him to take up space inside. You bob your head up and down, eyes closing at the salty taste of his skin, at the slight musky scent of his pubic hair.
You slurp around his length noisily, your own drool sliding slowly down your chin. Law’s fingers find your curls again, and he tugs at them roughly. It doesn’t take long before he’s snapping his hips, fucking up into your mouth. Your eyes water when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You fight your own gag reflex by digging your nails into one of his bony hips. When he ignores your warning, and grips your hair harder, you nip at his other hip with the tip of the blade.
You hear him cuss under his breath as you pull away from his cock, gasping for air. The image of him sprawled under you is blurry as tears spill out of your eyes. You wipe at them haphazardly, trying to clear your vision. There’s a small drop of blood that loses its way down the sharp angles of his hip.
“You could have just used your words,” he reprimands you breathlessly. You laugh sardonically, grabbing his still erect penis with your free hand. You grip the base and slowly squeeze your way up, taking in the way his jaw tenses, how his mouth drops open a second after you squeeze the tip.
“Kinda hard to do when you’re trying to shove your dick down my throat,” you respond. He laughs and watches you adjust yourself above him, how you lean on your knees on the table, to move your lab coat aside. Your hand snakes into your skirt, and you push your panties aside. Law grits his teeth as you grip his cock to guide him to your entrance. “You should try putting it in here instead,” you murmur, as you lower yourself on his cock. It takes a brief moment to adjust to his girth. You move your hips slowly at first, testing the waters, absorbing every expression on Law’s face.
You slide one hand over his belly and stop in the middle of his chest. You use it to keep balance, and to steady yourself as you increase your pace. The pressure builds inside you with every snap of your hips, you follow it towards the edge as your mouth drops open, small moans echoing in the stillness of the operating room. Your slick coats his lower pelvis, making it a slippery effort to stay on rhythm. You drop the scalpel. Law flinches as he hears it clatter on the ground. Your hands go to his chest for support, as you bring yourself up to your haunches and bounce on his dick.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think you should be ashamed at the sounds you are making. Your cries sound impossibly loud to your own ears. You had spent days ignoring him, trying to act like you didn’t need him, and here you were, willing to ride him until your knees gave out. Law moans softly as he palms your ass. He grabs fistfuls as he plants his feet on the operating table. Law grunts as he lifts his hips, toppling your forward over him. You cry out, feeling him push deeper in your throbbing pussy.
“What?” he laughs against your cheek. He brushes his lips against the burning flush on them. “Not there? You told me to put it in,” as he finishes his words, he thrusts his hips upwards, repeatedly fucking up into you. His balls slap against your dimpled ass, slightly coated by your own arousal. The wet smacking sounds somehow makes your arousal all the more intense. He fucks you without an ounce of affection, as if he didn’t care if you broke. You cry out as your orgasm nears, and wrap both your hands around his neck.
His hand is in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, as pleasure ripples throughout your body. The fluorescent lights blind you, filling your vision with white as you cum. Law loses his hold to wrap his long arms around your waist. He pulls you close as he mumbles confessions against the column of your neck. You’re squeezing around his cock so tight he thinks he might die. He tries to tell you this–how close he is to his own undoing when he feels a pinch on his neck.
Panic seizes him, he tries to push you off of him as his vision blurs. He clamps a hand over his neck, cursing under his breath.
“What–have you…done?” he slurs, as he watches you sit above him, a blurred image of some kind of syringe in your hand. His vision doubles–triples, and he grows nauseous at the sight of multiple of you.
“Calm down,” he hears you say in an impatient tone. “It’s not like I hurt you or anything.”
Anger threatens to choke him. He feels it bubble up, feels its origins start at the base of his stomach. Law tries to cry out, to curse your name once, ten times, thousands of times, but the weight of his body is too big for him to fight against.
Darkness comes, as it does for everyone.
And in the darkness, he wakes up again. Law feels his eyes open, he senses his hearing returning. He can smell the seawater, and hear it dripping gently on metal. He blinks in hopes of shaking off the film over his eyes–but he still can’t see anything. He tries to move and hears the clanking of chains, he doesn’t get far as it drags him back to the wall it is attached to. He fumbles in the dark, seizing whatever is wrapped around his neck, the cold metal around his fingers tells him there’s nowhere to go; made of sea stone he is held prisoner. There are cuffs around his ankles and wrists; one around his neck.
A chill touches his exposed skin, as his eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, Law realizes he is in nothing but his underwear. Shame and anger makes his mouth water. He screams out, but it sounds garbled to his ears. As he tries again, his body sore and sluggish, he hears your footsteps.
“Y/N!” he groans, trying to lunge for you. The chains pull him back to the wall, and the metal cuff around his neck gags him.
You squat in front of him, a knife in your hand. His vision blurs, even as he fights the drugs.
“Stop this,” he whines, unable to feel embarrassment at the weakness in his voice. “Just let me go.”
“Let you go?” you ask him, eyes wide. Your brows arch high over your forehead. Your lips, the ones that had always tempted him to kiss you, are like knives he’s cut himself open on by mistake. They stretch into a smile so sinister Law swears his insides have been torn apart. “Never!” you hiss quietly, as you swoop towards his face. Law flinches as you grasp his face with one hand. You bring up the knife, and trace the sharp line of his jaw with the tip of it. “I’ll never set you free. You’re mine now, always, until forever, and then after.”
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how many ttrpgs do you know of that came with soundtracks?
THEME: TTRPGs With Soundtracks
Hello friend! I knew of a few off the top of my head, and went searching for some more. Many of these soundtracks are playlists of already-created songs, hosted on streaming apps like Spotify, but a few are designed specifically for a certain roleplaying game. Either way I hope you find something up your alley!
Monster Care Squad, by Sandy Pug Games and The Fox in the Flowers.
Long after the crowns have fallen, long after greed has had it's day, long after war, poverty, hunger, and tyranny passed into memory, Ald-Amura's peace is broken by The False Gold, a terrible sickness spreading through its greatest guardians and most beautiful Monsters.
Unified by community and driven by a love for the planet and each other, The Monster Care Squad rises. Do you heed their call?
A game about caring for monsters in a fantastical world is already probably enough to sell a lot of folks on the pitch, but the love for this game shines through in the third-party work available, including Sounds of Ald-Amura, by The Fox in The Flowers. Sandy Pug Games is a creative collective that prioritizes support for the entire team behind any given project, which is probably why their games are so beautiful and so well-crafted.
Long Haul 1983, by SPC. (Spotify Soundtrack)
It’s 1983, and the world feels hollowed out.
LONG HAUL 1983 tells the story of a dangerous journey through an empty world.
You play a long-haul truck driver trying to make their way home. Every day, you’ll hit the road, navigating treacherous highways, fleeing from menacing threats, and dealing with the psychological impacts of isolation.
And at the end of each day, you’ll find a payphone, make a call, and leave a message for the most important person in your life.
They never pick up. You never stop calling.
This is a solo game, where the soundtrack is designed to enhance the experience of loneliness and isolation, using ambient sounds and hits from the time period this game is set in. The game comes with a list of songs meant to be played during certain moments, as well as a list of songs that are designed to be background atmospheric pieces. If you want something that elevates your solo journaling experience, this game might be for you.
Orbital Blues, by Soul Muppet Games. (Soundtrack)
It is an intergalactic age of cowboys, outlaws and bandits playing on an interstellar stage. It is a time of hyper-capitalism and a cut-throat gig economy. Unreliable trash-heaps carry scrappy underdogs to their next gig, and corporation freighters lumber across the horizon laden with an empire’s bounty.
These are the music-fuelled, moon-age daydreams of a rebel space age.
These are your ORBITAL BLUES.
Games inspired by tv shows and movies have a great starting point in finding music that really fits the tone - you can start with the soundtrack of the things that inspired you. But Chris Bissette was not happy to simply show you the soundtracks for Cowboy Bebop and Firefly and call it a day. They created a custom album to play alongside the game that’s a little soulful, and a little rock n’ roll. A soulful space-western kind of game lends itself really well to music to evoke melancholy and loss, so I definitely recommend listening to some of this if you want to play Orbital Blues or any other game inspired by the same sorts of media.
The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs, and Songs of the Lignin Tide, by Liam Peregrine Vaughan.
Your character is a wildsailor, part of a crew cutting their way across the island-studded wilderness of the treetop sea on a vessel of your very own. You’ll clash with survivor cultures and wild beasts, scavenge and salvage for wreckage and trade-goods, chase rumours, and uncover secrets. The focus of this game is on exploration, progress, and change - you’ll define the world of the Wildsea as you sail it.
I’ve talked about The Wildsea extensively in the past, so I’m just going to talk a little bit about Songs of the Lignin Tide. The Wildsea community is dedicated, inspired, and creative, and that leads to some amazing work created by players, for other players. Songs of the Lignin Tide is one of those examples. It uses a wealth of different sounds to add richness and texture to this unique and verdant setting, and it feels like the creator drew heavily from their own experiences of playing the game. I highly recommend you check it out if you want more Wildsea in your life.
Quietus, by Sinister Beard Games. (Spotify Playlist)
QUIETUS is a one shot, prep-less RPG of melancholy horror. It’s a game for a GM and one or two players, and emulates tragic horror movies like Oculus, The Strangers, The Babadook, Inside and the Netflix version of The Haunting of Hill House. If a piece of fiction can make you cry and scream, then it’s a great model for the sort of stories that you can tell with QUIETUS.
The music for Quietus is also a Spotify playlist, with a collection of songs that fit the tone of a tragic horror game. It’s an hour and forty-three minutes long, and since Quietus is meant to be a one-shot, I have a feeling you might have to play through it more than once, or let Spotify generate similar songs after the playlist finishes up.
GoblinMixtape’s Soundtracks, by Sam Leigh.
While creating a soundtrack on your own might be a daunting task, using established songs to fit the vibe of your ttrpg is much easier, and GoblinMixtape (aka Sam Leigh) has connected many designers to playlists designed to emulate the feeling of their games. There’s quite a few playlists already created by them, so I’d recommend checking out this list of playlists if you want to see the games she’s worked on before.
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ok so after they put the countertops in, it was time to tile the backsplash, and install the last cabinet, which rests on top of the counter in the corner.
"I don't remember what color tile we picked," I said.
Jim laughed, and got one of the tiles out, and laid it on the counter.
"Oh," I said, "right. Yeah."
[image description: a white tile. It's a white tile. Lying on the new white countertop.]
In my defense. It's a glossy white subway tile, but it matches the white in the countertop, and it also has a subtle undulating texture.
They covered the countertops with a dropcloth and taped-down thin cardboard (just like the taped-down cardboard they've covered the floor with since it was installed), brought in a tile saw, and set to work.
[image description: my in-progress kitchen, with a Ridgid brand tile saw set up on a plastic tray on the new counter in front of the bay window, and tools spread out across the rest of the counter. Max is laying out tile along the north wall, and the foreground is my stove, covered in a towel, being a surface for tools to lie on.]
Max found the center line of where the stove is going to be installed, and spaced the tiles based on that. I figured they'd start at one end and work over but no! They start from a center line and work out. The tile is going to the ceiling above the stove, so that was their center line, even though it's not anywhere near the middle of the wall.
[Image description: Max is bent over facing away, and has just placed the first tile in the center of a piece of trim mounted behind where the stove is going to go, after covering the whole wall in whatever the stuff is that you stick tiles to. Above him is the square of plywood that the stove fume hood is going to get mounted into.]
Meanwhile, Jim had retrieved the last remaining cupboard from the living room. It is meant to rest atop the countertop, over in the corner. The electrician had accidentally installed an outlet in that corner, and when he discovered his mistake, Jim suggested just leaving it there anyway and cutting a hole in the back of the cabinet to accomodate it. So I said sure, and now Jim was slightly moving the outlet to fit, and then sawing the hole out of the back of the cabinet. He got it all nicely lined up, and then he and Max went to lift the cabinet up onto the countertop and there wasn't clearance, so he had to uninstall the LED light fixture there. Which was fantastic, as now I know how they go in and how they come out, and he also showed me that there's a set of switches in there-- if I want, I can pull all six of them out and change their intensity and color temperature, because there are five total settings! Wild. Now I know!
Anyway he got the cabinet into position and attached it and installed the outlet, which was pretty cool.
[image description: The north wall of my kitchen. On the left, Max is tiling; in the center, there's a pyramid shape of the tiling in progress, where he's done a line all along the bottom where the stove will sit, and then has worked up from there. To the right, a sunbeam is coming in the bay window and illuminating the glorious warm-birch interior of the cupboard, which doesn't have doors on at the moment, and in its lower right corner it has an electrical outlet nestled in position just above the bottom drawer.]
I'm going to make a lil basket of some kind (possibly with a grid bottom for air flow? or maybe i'll just use a wire basket to begin with?) along which I'm going to clamp a bunch of Managed Cables with a variety of ends on them so I can throw Devices in there to be Charged, neatly and out of sight. Temperature management is going to be important though, lithium batteries get warm when they charge, so i'm going to have to give that some consideration. I wonder if I can construct some sort of heat sink. Well, I won't have too many things in there probably, so it won't be critical. Maybe I'll get a spare like, wire cookie cooling rack and have that be the surface the charging items lie on.
[Image description: A close shot along the north wall, showing the textured surface of the tiles. There are little plastic spacers at short intervals sticking out of them, and an outlet is sort of poking out of the wall with the faceplate off; tools lie on the cardboard-covered countertop, and in the center of the photo is the blue-gray side of the cabinet installed against the east wall.]
It suddenly has gone from a construction site to looking like a kitchen that like, tasteful, normal adult people would have.
[image description: a text message from Dude, to whom I'd been sending photos.
Dude: it's starting to look like a regular person's kitchen
me: It suuuuper is
Dude: gonna have to find some way to get weird with it
me: Well. Yeah.]
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Headcanons about Sakamaki and Mukami hands please 🙏
touch by touch: sakamaki and mukami hands headcanons
tw: a bit nsfw
SHUU
-his hands are rough... but not as rough as what you'd imagine cause he carries this small tube of hand cream that he uses as his mini perfume
-however, you can feel his calluses due to playing the violin. well he doesn't play that much anymore but the calluses are still there to remind him of the child he was back then
-but boy what he does with his fingers will make you wild (I'll leave it up to your imagination 😉)
REIJI
-one might think Reiji's hands are soft bcos he always maintains cleanliness everywhere he goes
-nah his hands are dry like the Sahara desert cause of his frequent usage of alcohol c/o of the things he experiments
-would even try to compensate for these dry hands by using gloves while washing the dishes like those Asian moms (mommyreijiinthehouse)
-so yeah he's the typical rough hand that could touch your skin and make you melt as he chokes you into oblivion bcos he wants you to subject to him
AYATO
-hmm sometimes his hands are sweaty especially when he's nervous and that is really rare or maybe his hands are sweaty due to excitement or adrenaline rush cause our red boy's full of spunk
-he actually takes care of his hands tho, especially his nails bcos basketball players aren't allowed to have long nails
-would even go as far as to apply a clear shiny coat on them bcos he doesn't like seeing them chipped off
-even got Yui into doing this kind of thing bcos couple goals ✨
KANATO
-as someone who is a fan of fingers and such, this purple gremlin takes care of his hands
-after all, he knows how hands can have a significant impact on the way you touch and tease someone
-doesn't matter if his hand is composed of paper pale skin or bony fingers that look like they can easily bend and break as long as he manages to ghost you with his touch
-yeah like his touches and carrases are gentle but the way he skins you alive with his knife is harsh and painful
-also uses a hand cream with the same brand like Shuu's
LAITO
-HOARDER OF HAND CREAMS
-this guy has prob the most beautiful hands out of all bros like he really takes care of them
-yeah bcos this beautiful boy wants to do anything that would make him the center of attention
-diva
-his hands are not too bony nor muscular??? they're just the perfect fit
-well until he decides to do something terrible to you with them
SUBARU
-you know those hand descriptions that say "rough and muscular with veins protruding"?
-yep that's our bby car right here
-like his whole body, even his hands, should show any amount of rage he always keeps inside like the constipated man he is
-ofc there are a few bruises here and there
-as if they don't heal cause pureblood vampire genes
-guess how many people he has killed with them
RUKI
-papercuts, lots of them
-I wanna say something interesting like rough with a few bony fingers and veins popping up every time he cuts a vegetable
-but nah all this guy has are papercuts
KOU
-the same with Laito
-like btch he has an idol image to maintain so might as well take care of any part of his body so he could sell well
-talk abt exploitation jk
-he actually practiced giving himself manicures for years until he can finally flaunt them btchass fingernails 💅
-even got the signature Doja Cat nails bcos he found out some idols use them to pick their nose
-eventually removed them cause it only makes his nose bleed
YUMA
-BIG 👀
-like I swear when he spreads it out, it covers Azusa's whole face and his bros would reprimand him to be careful with them
-cause one tight grasp of his hands and he'll be sending someone to the hospital soon
-he accidentally broke one of his classmates bones by trying to pull them when they're about to get bumped by the crowd during cultural festival
AZUSA
-wounds everywhere
-I swear all of em are traced like constellations in the sky but this time constellations on his bony hands
-prob even named them after constellations too
-"Ruki what does this one look like?"
-"like Spica"
-"okay your name is Spica"
-but he will realize soon enough that it's futile to have wounds in his hands bcos it hinders movement
-so he went back to his bff Justin and added more friends there so he won't be lonely 🫂
#diabolik lovers#diahell#diabolik lovers headcanons#diabolik brothers#diabolik lovers memes#diabolik boys#diaboys#diaboy#mukami#sakamaki#sakamaki brothers#mukami brothers#reiji sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#ayato sakamaki#laito sakamaki#shu sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#ruki mukami#kou mukami#azusa mukami#yuma mukami
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