🦋✨💙 Carlos inspired fits 💙✨🦋

i have a pretty unique name so i was wondering if you could do ‘mariposa’

@mariposaiz

@mariposads

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@mariposages

@mariposattes

@mariposawws

@mariposaya

Pleased to finally officially introduce Mariposa to all of you, in the style of the in-game bios for the characters of Far Cry 3!! I had a lot of fun doing this one ^_^

mi mariposa esta con mi

KeigoxFem!Reader

synopsis: Keigo just wants to unwind after a long day and it seems you do too. Why don’t you help each other out?

warnings: use of drugs, handjobs, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff

song title inspo: Painted Lady by late night drive home

@keikiri-kitten: ask and you shall receive

Puffs of smoke billow from between pink lips and flared nostrils. Eyes swimming in warm pools of honey now rimmed red, his long eyelashes flutter against his sun-kissed cheeks, dotted with starry freckles after a long day in the sun. Pushing back his messy, windswept hair, short strips of blonde gently falling back into place the further up he drags his hand.

A short joint rests gently between his pointer and thumb, he pulls it away from his face to let out another sigh of smoke and bliss. Slumped against the couch you share, he’s still dressed in his hero attire, his jacket hanging off one of your dining chairs. A movie plays in front of him but he feels too lost in his high to continue watching, besides, he knows you’ll be home soon anyway.

The shutting of your car door alerts him before the vibrations of your footsteps or the click and turn to your door. He feels a smile creep its way across his cheeks, dimples following in its wake. He’s been waiting for you all this time; he can’t wait to have you.

“Hey Babe…” your exasperated sigh signals him of your long day; you’re ready to unwind for the night, he concludes.

“Hey Baby,” he all but slurs in your direction, his body too heavy to stand and greet you with a hug and a kiss like he usually does. If you notice, you refuse to comment on it, causing him to frown. Don’t you miss him? He supposes you’re too overworked to notice or give him attention.

To his surprise, you make your way over to him, sandwiching his face between your hands and pulling his face to meet your lips with his own. He can’t hold back his satisfied grin as he attempts to kiss you back. He feels the vibrations from his chest as he purrs happily, he feels you smile against him in response.

Once you pull away, he eyes you carefully, his unoccupied hand coming to rest upon your waist as his other dabs the ashes of the joint onto his spare asher.

“Long day, pretty girl?” He better get quick into buttering you up if he plans to have you moaning for him later tonight. Not that he doesn’t find you beautiful—of course not. Your hair is pulled into a claw-clip, strands of hair that were once tucked away now framing your pretty face. There’s definitely a reason he keeps himself in line to satisfy you.

“Yeah…” You let go of him and pull away, much to his dismay. You turn away to saunter towards your bedroom, “I’m gonna go wash up; I’ll be right back to join you.”

Pleased, he relaxes back into the cushions, ready to patiently wait for your return. He entertains the idea of joining you but his weighted body decides against it.

“Make sure you think of me.” He teases just before you leave him to his own devices—you chuckle. Happy he at least got to make you laugh, he turns his attention back to his movie, giggling a lot more than he usually would.

You re-enter in your little tank top and snug booty shorts, you smell of vanilla and strawberries; his dick twitches in anticipation. Silently cursing at the effect you have on him, he reaches for you, wordlessly inviting you to lay on top of him. And you do, slumping sleepily into his arms, you reach for his joint to take an inhale of your own.

Absentmindedly rubbing at your arms, he feels you relax into him. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, placing a gentle kiss upon you. He really has the prettiest girl.

“Keigo?” He feels you mumble into his chest.

“Hm?” He blinks open his eyes to gaze at you, nothing but love reflecting back to you.

“You’re hard.” You state matter-of-factly with a short giggle.

“You always make me hard.” He plays along, hands roaming down to hold you by your ass, giving a playful squeeze.

You let out a loud laugh, your giggles echoing throughout the living space and his head. He laughs along with you until your breaths even and your hands unclutch from his arms.

He hums thoughtfully as your nails trace patterns into his skin, watching as your eyes remain enraptured with his body. You wiggle your hips, your eyes trailing upwards and dancing between his as he lifts his hips to meet yours. His hands remain low on your hips, thumbing at your waistline as he stares down at you, daring you to make the first move.

He feels your body start to warm in your abashed state, you bite your lip to cage the nervous giggle threatening to escape. He wonders how long you’ve been together—how long you’ve been sleeping together, and how shy you still get when he attempts to fluster you. Though he guesses he can’t say much. After all, butterflies still beat their wings in his belly when you tease him.

Abandoning your previous state, your hands trail up his chest and around his neck, creeping up to his cheeks just as you did before. Your body moves upwards just as your hands do until you’re fully seated on his lap, grinding your hips into his.

“Mmf—“ Keigo lets out a short moan in surprise, choking it back as he purses his lips. It’s his turn to grow hot, once golden cheeks tinting red at your subtle attempt to dominate him. You thumb at his lips, pulling them back to lean in for a kiss, continuing to grind against his hardening dick.

He’s fully moaning into the kiss as your tongue prods for entrance. He allows you—of course—whimpering as your hands card through his hair, twirling the wheat-colored strands as you fight back a smile. He wants to pull away, flip you over and teach you a lesson, but damn do you feel good.

It’s been a long day. He decides, content to let you use him as you please. You don’t seem surprised at his submission—you knew he liked it. You needed something to take your frustration out on, and he was obedient in letting you.

Clothes were quickly discarded as you pump his cock unhurriedly. He squirms in pleasure beneath your hardened gaze, his breath becoming shallow as he moans helplessly, his brain foggy as he begs for you.

“Please Baby…” His moans choking off into silent whines as his hips continue to desperately rock into your fist. “Please!”

You refuse to tease him any longer, your own patience dwindling swiftly. Leaning forward, your chests and lips meet in fervor. You grip him by his base, quickly guiding him to your dripping pussy before easing him inside. Your lips part as you groan into each other's mouths, hands hopelessly pawing at each other as you situate yourself on his cock.

You moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, immediately rocking your hips back and forth to chase the pleasure. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you allow your forehead to rest against his as your noses brush against each other. You both smile, letting out happy chuckles as your lips meet over-and-over for sweet pecks. You can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Slowly rising and falling, Keigo’s hands rub attentively up and down your waist, occasionally coming to grope at your breasts.

“Keigo…” The sound of his name never sounds as beautiful as when you moan it for him. He responds with gasps of your own, arms reaching to entangle themselves around your middle to coax you into his chest. His face buries itself into your neck, teeth coming to clamp down as he uses his feet to push himself into you.

He’s groaning into your neck, teeth tightening as he pummels his cock into you repeatedly, eyes sewn shut at the overwhelming pleasure of your hot and sopping cunt. You’re practically wailing into his ear as he peeks an eye open to admire the milky ring at the base of his cock, watching in bliss as he fucks you.

“Oh my God! Fuck! Attagirl!” He’s leaning back against the coach, hand coming down onto your ass for a loud smack!

“Yes! Ride that cock, Angel.” Your head bobs back-and-forth as you nod, your hands balancing themselves on his chest. He grips your wrists tight, holding you down against him as he peers up at you, gaze hard and stern.

“Look at me.” He demands, hips roughly meeting yours, jolting your body forward as you yelp in surprise. You blink your eyes open to oblige him, squirming underneath his cold glare.

“Feels good, huh? Feels—hah—good, Dove? Hm?” His tone attempts to sound grim, yet his whimpers of pleasure fail to accommodate.

“Yes! You—you make me f-feel so good, Keigo.” He smirks at your admission, gleefully watching you keen, your body convulsing as he forces you against him. He can feel himself reaching his climax, permanently keeping his hips lifted to pump into with swift, short strokes.

“Gonna cum inside you, Baby. Gonna fuck my cum inside you.” He lets his head fall back, lewd cries falling from his raw and red lips, his tongue daring to slip from his mouth.

“Please please please please!” You beg shamelessly, he knows your thighs are probably burning so he goes back to forcing your hands in his, using them as leverage to ram himself into you. He’s beaming at the sound of your slutty pussy squelching noisily through the room.

“Shit! Cumming!” Letting out a final groan, he forces you down all the way on his cock as he feels your pussy twitch around him.

“Holy shit, Babe, yes.” You whimper softly as he pulls out, cum spilling out of you and onto his pants but he doesn’t care.

“Fuck, good girl.” He praises, planting kisses along your neck and up to your cheek. He watches curiously as you reach over to grab the forgotten joint to relight it. You flick the lighter one, two, three times before a tiny flame flickers to light, illuminating your face in a delicate glow. Placing the lighter down after taking a long inhale, you lean forward, nudging your lips to part his as your empty hand reaches to caress his face adoringly. You blow smoke into his mouth and into his lungs, grinning as he pets you.

“You’re so sexy…” Peck. “I love you so fucking much.” Peck. “My slutty girl.” Peck. Your kisses turn sloppy and careless as you sink back down onto him. He chuckles deeply, quickly scooping you up by your ass to carry you back into your room.

“Can’t get enough of me? Hm?” Your silly giggles provoking those frivolous butterflies to dance inside him. He buries himself into your neck again as he hugs you close, hopefully willing them away but your hand is in hair again, stroking tenderly as you place a careful kiss on his forehead. He smiles, finally beginning to fully embrace them instead.

name inspo: unique but controversial edition ! i'm not saying i like these, i'm not saying i hate 'em, but these are all names that i've seen people have incredibly strong opinions on, and i feel like they're good shouts if you're looking for a character with a name that starts conversations. or arguments.

anise

avalon

azure

brinley

cairo

carlotta

cherry

citrus

clementine

clover

cosmo

coral

cyrus

danerys

dream

duke

dune

echo

effy

fallon

farrah

farrow

flora

halo

haven

hebe

hermione

january

juniper

jupiter

louella

lotus

lysander

magnolia

marigold

mariposa

milan

montana

nevaeh

nola

north

nova

ocean

paisley

peaches

pepper

posie

presley

rover

renesmee

river

rocky

sunday

strawberry

walker

updated poll! 🥳

Thank y’all so so much for your feedback, it’s a huge help to me and i truly appreciate it! If you have any questions or want to know more about these fics/what I’m writing, just ask! I love talking to y’all 💕

(more info about these fics under the cut!)

1.) Glen “Superset” fic: based on this title idea my dear friend Mims @mariposa-mila sent in for my 1 Year Blogaversary Celebration earlier this year!

2.) Returning to my Elvis roots with a Elvis x Dixie two-parter based on some of my favorite Taylor Swift songs (with many hugs to Shawni @austin-butlers-gf for yelling with me about Elvis and the Blue Moon Boys and Taylor ily bestie 💕)

3.) A Steve Harrington x Reader fic based on Taylor Swift’s song Suburban Legends (yes, it’s angsty 👀😈)

4.) if you’d like to see something else, feel free to send me a request! I also have a collection of prompt lists in my pinned post if you’d like some inspo ☺️

on the Hawthorn blog why does it say that Spideweb’s brother is named Mothheart and not Swanheart?

I changed his name very recently!

I am changing several names just to fit the setting I am basing it off of! There are no swans in Yosemite/Mariposa County CA (which is my inspo) So I thought I should change his name!

Also Ive been thinking about changing it to Moth for a while bec I liked the symbolism of "Spider and Moth" like hes a moth caught in a spider's web hehe

ps he is named after the Vestal Tiger Moth now!

prettyyyyyyy (his fur fluffs can resemble the fluffs on moth legs now too!)

Valeria probably has some shit with her parents, but I really liked the idea of her mother joining special forces to find her. (Only to be betrayed) So.... this is Val's mother 🥰

Ok so, I kinda have a (back)story set for one of my cod fan-characters for once.. Before I get into the whole lore stuff I'll just ramble on rq; So I saw this one fanart on Pinterest where it was just Valeria in military gear (guessing during her time in Special Forces), and I was like "Like mother, like daughter!!" so that's where Chelo's bottom portrait came from. Now for the semi-lore! (Using some headcanons I saw for Val as inspo, tried finding them but no luck) ______

Basic info/lore:

Chelo "Mariposa" Garza lieutenant within the YHF 5'4, 140 lb, early 50's Spanish Personality: An amiable yet mousy person. Often her motherly instincts kick in, whether it would be a small mishap of a spill, or something big as work drama; she's there and prepared. Past restrictive experience makes her childish and gullible to a more refined eye, though she has a good hand in her work ethic.

Backstory:

Summarizing her childhood: Chelo was held under quite some expectations in her household, forced to be "normal" in their eyes. She'd always found culture beyond Mexico interesting, yet she could never really touch up on it. Her parents set her up with another guy at the young age of 18. It was a loveless marriage, but Chelo at least wanted the man to be alright. They had a kid (or maybe a few?), and the pair rose Valeria under her grandparent's expectations. This includes going to church. Her family was really heavy on religion, maybe to the point where it might have driven Chelo insane. She certainly didn't lash out at anyone, but she was extremely preachy. Murmuring sermons from the bible to correcting Valeria's behavior if she chose to do something that would "defy god." This made her daughter (/kids?) bitter about it, resulting in luring her out with treats, or just letting her hide completely. Later on when Valeria was in high school (this is me only guessing lol), she had some kind of partner (maybe Alejandro??) that wanted to make her join the Special Forces. A brainwashed Chelo certainly didn't approve of this, punishing her daughter by restricting her further. This had only caused the girl to slip out of her grasp, joining the special forces anyways. This left both parents pretty solum about their daughter, and Chelo had let her be.. Years later, she found out about the disappearance of Valeria. Out of sheer motherly will, she joined the Special Forces to find her. (Her family was apprehensive, and ended up disowning her.) Mission after mission; nothing came to fruition. It was just endless despair. But just because she didn't find her daughter, didn't mean she discovered new friends in the meanwhile. She did get herself acquainted with Alejandro.. He was alright, but Rudy was better. Later on in her training, she received the callsign "Mariposa" for her extreme growth in her training over the years. The news of her daughter being El Sin Nombre stunned her. She found out during an off-duty break and was severely heartbroken. Her previous hobbies of piano and dance were left in the dust. This caused some extreme arguments with her spouse, soon ending in a divorce. Now free from her family's expectations, she gets to see the world as it really is. Her true self is quite the clutz, and bashful. Motherly when the situation needs it. She invests herself in new waters, like fashion and exploring beyond the walls of her past home. But the trauma her family instilled in her had left her unable to remain on the field. Instead of being in battle, she dived into intel work. The first few cases proved herself worthy, getting a swing of things. A year or two later, she was scouted by Laswell for an assignment to take down the Las Alamas Cartel. Being affiliated with those within Special Forces, she used firsthand accounts and info accumulated by them to form together exceptional notes. Chelo heard the rumors of the Station Chief and was careful when treading waters. Laswell was surprisingly not so bad. They now work together in order to delve into the mishaps of the Cartel, eventually for the ultimate takedown.

__________ Thank you for reading!!

edit: added in a small basic info chart, and some reformatting.

(Bonus content below 😘)

↪ closed for @neveraftcr | inspo ♡

mariposa got home earlier than expected that day, quiet as a mouse as she enters her bedroom. she could hear the water running from the bathroom, assuming that they were in the shower. after a few moments, she hears the water shut off. eyes glancing up at her slightly cracked door, only to catch a glimpse of them naked. heart beats quicker, cheeks flush at the sight she just seen, wondering why she was feeling hot all of a sudden.

helluu i'm so so excited that opening's here wuhu!! i'm blue ( 21+, s/h ) & this is heo yewon, nothing notable to her name </3 she's just some rich astran's personal assistant, waiting for the day her boss promotes her to astra & she can leave this place behind... if that ever happens! u know what it is, profile page here, her tldr & plots are below the cut, pls like to plot or add me on dc ( pomelos. ) & i’ll be there ♡

TLDR

backstory is ur usual ansan born, raised & still stuck here kinda deal. it's not all bad, because she did grow up on the nicer side of the airstrip, but it doesn't mean she's satisfied with this life. there's gotta be something more, something out there meant for her, right?

but she doesn't know what that something is, aimless in that sense. restless, with no reason for it. she's latched onto the idea that astra will be the place for her, the place with all the answers, so she's put her name in the lottery every year & dreams of it, her wes anderson new york fantasy

there's a disconnect between what she thinks of her ansan experience & the reality of it, her dissatisfaction colouring everything a shade darker than it really is. all things considered, she had a fairly calm childhood & a cushy job now, but it doesn't stop yewon from complaining about it! she's been in fairly close proximity to astra & that better life that she can't help but compare it to everything that she doesn't have, not noticing all the things she does

& her job! can we say astra / corpo sellout... yes we can! went from secretary straight out of high school & slogged her way to personal assistant for some fancy rich astran because the company promised that employees who perform well might get promoted to astra. she handles all their ansan business matters & kinda wants to d word from being on call 24/7 but she also gets to stay at their la mariposa apartment for housesitting / keeping purposes

she says she hates her boss & hopes they get eaten by karma... only after she gets to astra, pls. screw the astrans, until she gets to go !

jokes on her though, her boss gambled away some trivial assets on hand... which were all of their ansan businesses & her job... so she's got a new boss she's never met & yikes, he's in town! 😱

anyway she's fully willing to do anything for her boss even if it's shady because she's 1) just a dumb assistant & 2) really wants this promotion to work out! how far is she willing to go so she gets her dream of going to astra? we're gonna find out!

secret family backstory unlocked! daughter of an nightrunner known as an ansan legend for the damage he caused when he went cyberpsycho defending his crew ( insp by david from cyberpunk edgerunners! ), her dad's last job netted her & her mum enough eddies to live on the clean/good life… but she still lost her dad as a child & it's partly why she wants to get out of ansan & also why she looks down on that side of the city even though technically what she has is owed to it. yewon keeps it quiet, her dad known more for the chipware he had on than his name, & it's the only thing she doesn't complain about. super unlikely that muses would know this ic, but it does inform a lot of her actions!

misc fun facts: all her mods are vanity mods & a made up ver of google / chatgpt ... no protection u could beat her up! also has an ashley too doll ( black mirror inspo ) probably outdated / a relic of the times but she still bops to the songs hey yea whoa-ho!!

personality wise, she's ur cynical uncle's gen z stereotype. expects too much, complains about what she has, doesn't have a backbone to speak of & does whatever is easiest at the moment for her until something easier comes along. thinks she's better & above all of this. & on the flipside, she's more than willing to work & wait for it, whatever it may be; she romanticises everyone's life but her own, loves helping people but for the wrong reasons because it gives her a boost of self-esteem. makes reckless impulsive decisions, doesn't really know what she wants but she's demanding anyway, kind of all over the place but somehow comes in clutch thanks to her caffeine shots. she's trying! not her best, but she swears the trying counts!

chara inspos are portia from the white lotus & the vampire familiars in wwdits... astrans are vampires confirmed??

horoscope chart time she's an aries sun ( fireball ), pisces moon ( anxious insecure fireball ), gemini rising ( anxious insecure fireball who doesn't know where she's headed but she sure is going somewhere, help! ), she's got no earth to ground her at all & her signs are just a conflicted mess all around! good luck girly!

PLOTS

fellow starseeker, spacewalker hopeful? someone who aspires to astra like her, for whatever reasons they might have!

someone who grew up always having a little less than her, a friend as long as she had more & they had less... until now? someone who makes her feel a little better about herself, who may be climbing up the ladders and/or realising she's a bad friend

someone she's envious of, but embarrassed about being envious. they don't have the usual markers of success but they're content in a way she's doesn't understand

fellow victims of capitalism working for revel / hansol. trauma bonding over bad working conditions?

party friends, here to cut loose, live life, get totally smashed & swear they won't do it ever again... until next weekend arrives

someone she screwed over for her current job, maybe she beat them out for it or did something at the behest of her boss while knowing it would screw them over?

ya know the usual... childhood friends/rivals, exes, coworkers, friends, enemies, u name it i would like it!

also lucy & david moon braindance scene that's all i ask!

WIP

(lovely doodle by @mcmoryfound)

name: veera "the voracious" lure

faceclaim: merraid from akame ga kill zero

aesthetics: red & black. queen bee trope. always hungry/seen eating. cannibalism. glutton.

arrancar #48. inspo: cinnabar moth & hemotropic butterflies from hxh. unofficial master: aroniero arruruerie

resurrección: eclipse, mariposa nocturna! (night butterfly)

birthday: july 28th (based on national moth week)

hole right where her stomach should be. mask cupping the right side underneath her breast.

weapon: a lance (farchard fork) with a small lantern attached to it, almost like a charm.

abilities: mesmerization (under heavy construction).

✨😈💖 Henna inspired outfit 💖😈✨

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Hello everyone!!!

I am so excited to write with each and every one of you, but before hand I just wanna introduce myself. I'm 19 years old, pronouns she/her, and I go by Mariposa (I always thought the name was pretty) and this is not my first time in the Cobra Kai verse. I've written here before as Canon and Oc characters but I had lost muse for them and ended up flipping the account. With the sixth and final season coming back I had gotten a little inspo and made Alena.

In my spare time when I'm not rping I'm usually reading, doing colorguard, and or working. I'm also planning on attending college in the fall so if do become spotty around that time, it's because of that.

I do tend to get busy at times and forget to respond, so if I am active on the tl and not responding to you I do apologize and don't be afraid to dm me and just say " heyyy bestie I think you forget to respond to me " and I'll get on it or explain why I haven't responded, I just ask you give me some time before you send the message. Just don't send multiple at a time cause that's annoying.

Again I can't wait to write with all of you and if you ever need anyone to talk to don't be afraid to DM me.

XOXO,

Mariposa

@treasureslowlyfaded

5. markings

wc: 113 

rating: G

tw: physical abuse 

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there are claw marks on the walls of the fright zone

it lines the tables and the chairs, the doorways and window panes

ribbons of brute force on the mattress where Adora used to sleep

slashes in the wires of Entrapta’s projects and tools

straight, long punctures in the ridges of Scorpia’s carapace

angry engraved hollows in Hordak’s form

she slinks past them all, knowing them as no different than the furniture

they scream under the touch, not like the walls or floors

but how else was she supposed to mark them as her own

where does power end 

and possession begin

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↪ closed for @caeruleums | inspo x

"what do you mean this was all a revenge plan?" mariposa stutters, eyes scanning the other as she frowns. "you're telling me that this was all fake?"