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yorshie · 2 months

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Tattoo Worship

Bayverse turtles x reader NSFW head canons concerning the tattoos I added to them.

Set in 2023 for turtles are 24-25

Leo

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you existing, little moments in between commitments and obligations, you will idly throw out poetry about Leo’s ink. Not anything big, not even anything considered good by most standards, but when you compare the flow of water and dancing petals laid out over his scales to the constant ebb and flow of your love for him, he’ll never fail to get this bashful, boyish smile on his face. The turtle with the biggest way with words will fall silent and pliant in your tiny hands.

The true beauty of his tattoo however, comes out during training. The fluid lines accentuate how his body moves, how each group of muscles work in tandem. He’d be a lying little shit if he said it didn’t give him an ego boost to catch you watching him while he’s working on his katas, eyes glued to the flexing lines before following their flow to his arm or further down his leg.

When it’s just the two of you he’ll let you touch it, let you skate your fingertips along the different colors. He might get a bit ticklish around the flower over the finer scales where his plastron meets his inner hip, but he’ll allow a few ticklish touches in order to feel the bliss of your touch on him. If you want to explore the larger flowers underneath his pant line however, he might get a little handsy in return.

Blue likes it when you use your tongue to trace his tattoo. The swirling lines of water in between flowers acts like a maze or a raceway, except the last thing he wants you to do is race to the finish line. If you want to start over he’s not likely to offer any sort of resistance unless you’re purposefully teasing him.

When your hands grab at his hips and ass he likes to imagine the pretty picture of your nails digging into the flowers along his left side, holding him closer. It reminds him to be careful, to not accidentally pinch your fingers underneath the ridge of his shell. He’d rather you grab his ass than his carapace but he knows it’s better leverage for you both to clutch onto the latter

He doesn’t really care if you want to call his tattoo pretty, so long as you look like you mean it. After years of different villains and Jones referring to him as the ‘pretty boy turtle’ he’s learned not to roll his eyes too much. When you gesture at, or press a hand to his hip, and tell him that you think his tattoo is pretty you’ll get either a crooked little grin if the two of you are going steady or a tilted head and a considering look if he’s not too sure you’re being genuine.

Donnie

You don’t often get to see Donnie’s tattoos. In fact, when you first meet him, he wouldn’t be surprised at all if you thought the tribal turtle on his shoulder was the only one he had. It’s not until you’re dating that you’ll see this dorkasauros rex in a relaxed enough environment to notice the blocky lines of his tattoo peeking out from a low rise pair of lounge pants. It’s not that he’s self conscious about them, he’s just usually is wearing his cargo pants or an added apron when he’s out in the garage and his tattoos are low enough on his hips and thighs to not be noticed.

However, the first time your fingers press into the lines his mind might short circuit just a little bit. For some reason Donnie’s nerves are just a little more sensitive, or maybe it’s just he’s a little bit of a baby when it comes to needles, but his tattoo hurt for a while after he finally got Raph to agree to help him ink himself. Now, though, the feeling of your fingertips, your palm, feels good in a way his mind can’t quite comprehend although he tries to. He’ll clutch your hands and hold them still against his hips, mind trying to catalog the sensation while he’s grinning like an idiot. It might take several tries of calling his name and drumming your trapped fingers before he lets you go.

Donnie likes it when you touch his tattoo, in any way he can get, though hard scratches make him wince. Soft touches and tracing the lines and the frill of the flowers on his quads will get you quivering muscles and shaky words if he’s trying to explain something to you while you’re doing it. Absolutely will go wild if you press kisses to his flowers.

Loves to look down while he’s entangled with you to see the harsher colors of his scales and ink peeking through the spaces where your limbs twine with his. If you’re between his legs and you grab onto his tattoo he might just squeak and pull his head and hunch his shoulders into his shell, but only because he’s blushing and he doesn’t want this to end too soon

If you call him or his tattoo pretty this tall turtle will blush and probably fumble whatever is in his hands. Especially if it’s your first time seeing his full tattoo, he might just trip and fall over while trying to untangle his feet. If you keep telling him though, he will eventually believe you, he just won’t understand how you think that’s possible.

Raph

Big Red’s tattoos are hard to miss, even if he’s dressed for patrol. His full sleeves spill out onto his traps and over his collar bones, coiling around his plastron like they’d continue if his scales existed underneath the hard keratin. He’s intimidating, and he knows the tattoos only add to it. He’s not afraid of using it to his advantage and has had more than one person admire them over the years of working with the police force.

It might take you a few hours to map out the expanse of his tattoos with kisses or even with your hands, there’s a lot of intricate details and hidden meanings in the symbols he chose, but if you ask nicely enough he’ll tell you what each one means, especially if he’s sweet on you and you’re stroking softly over the lines along his muscles. When you find the spots that have scars over the lines, he’ll switch to giving you vague answers on how he got them, not wanting to worry you over something that you can’t change. His tattoos are a sense of pride for him, a part of his story, a sign that he’s able to weather pain and tolerate hours underneath a needle.

If you catch him when he’s just done from a work out though, tired and achy but still high off the hit of adrenaline, his muscles will twitch underneath your touch, lines dancing as his nerves react to the stimuli. It’s these moments where running a tongue across his biceps will get a hiss and a look of heat, a quick warning of ‘you better be sure, baby’ before he takes you up on your silent offer and kisses you dizzy.

Raph loves it when you sink your nails into his arms, likes it when you miss his carapace and claw over his shoulders. He knows your little human hands can’t hurt his ink, and even if you did manage to leave a mark he’d wear it with pride, the little filthy gremlin that he is. Expect lots of churring if you scratch over his arms and maybe even a rumbled insistences of “harder, baby, that spot itches bad”

He likes to watch you in secret when you start ogling him. He might give himself away though by smirking when he sees your eyes widen as you map out the width of him or if your gaze trails along his tattoos. If you’re going steady he’s eventually going to call you out for it, go looking for some sugar to make up for ‘undressin’ me with your eyes’ as he usually puts it

If you call his tattoos pretty he might take offense if the two of you haven’t known each other long. If you’re together however, you’ll get either a) a bashful turtle rubbing the back of his neck and blushing or b) mr. bedroom eyes determined to show you how his tattoos are actually not ‘pretty’ thank you very much they are ‘sexy’ and he’s willing to spend any amount of time needed to convince you of the matter. You will never be able to tell which one you’ll get until you give the compliment.

Mikey

Mikey keeps his sleeve covered during patrols but that’s mostly because it’s so bright and colorful even he admits it could potentially give away their position. At home in the lair though, he usually takes his compression sleeves off, so it’s not unusual to see his tattoo early into meeting him. If you ask him about it however, he’ll simply point at a marigold and tell you he likes flowers, smiling and acting like he doesn’t understand that you mean the snarling dragon flashing through the orange flowers. He’s not above showing off and popping his biceps just to watch your face when the flowers double in size however.

If he’s sweet on you though, and you take the time to really get to know him, he’ll let you trace the petals and the scales across his arm, and maybe he’ll tell you why he was the first of his brothers’ to dabble in colorful ink and symbolism. He likes it when you touch him softly, when you hang onto him or press your cheek against the curve of his shoulder. If you press a kiss to the dragon’s snout he might tap his own lips and ask where his kiss is.

Mikey likes seeing his limbs tangled up with yours, likes seeing the contrast of your skin against his, whether it’s his green scales or his colorful tattoo. If you grab at his shoulders or biceps to hold steady it will drive him wild, but he’ll also give you a shit eating grin because he knows you can’t keep your hands off him but also ‘really, sunshine, if you want a piece of the Mikester all you gotta do is ask, baby, there’s no need to be shy-‘ cue whatever brother is nearest him to try slapping him upside the head

The one time he will let you explore to your heart’s content however, is in bed or the shower. This turtle is the one with the most, shall we say, frivolous bedtime routine, and if he can convince you to scrub his scales or rub lotion onto his arms he’s all game. He’s not picky on floral smells, so if you want to try out some girlie products on him he’s game. When he’s loose and liquid from the lovin and pampering, that’s your chance to take your time and learn all the little muscles along Mikey’s tat and discover just how ticklish he is when you touch the shaded dots that curl up underneath his arm.

If you call Angelo’s tattoo pretty, and take the time to make sure he knows you mean it, get ready to be swept up in a full bodied hug and maybe even swung in a circle. He’ll ask if you’ve ever considered getting one of your own, hey maybe the two of you can match, maybe you’ll even let him design it for you-

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beneathstarryskies · 7 months

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Day 3: Face Sitting - Vergil

Warnings: cunnilingus, fem!reader, sort of dub con? like not really but I guess Vergil does kind of trick the reader into sitting on his face

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Vergil couldn’t describe exactly what it was about the idea of you sitting on his face that drove him so crazy. When he imagined the act, his mind never focused on any particular detail. It was simply the fantasy as a whole that drove him crazy. He could imagine your soft thighs settled on both sides of his head, trembling and shaking, while he laps at your pretty pussy like his life depended on it. Just the thought of being completely surrounded by you makes his cock rock hard in his pants.

He’d mentioned his curiosity in this act a few times, but you always seemed to find an excuse not to do it. He found most of them seemed to be about your insecurity with your body. He knows he can bring you so much pleasure you wouldn’t even care about that in the heat of the moment. Not to mention he finds you drop-dead gorgeous at any angle. Eventually, he stops asking, and you think he’d let the matter lay for now.

That’s not the case. Vergil was just waiting for his perfect moment to strike.

One night, he comes over to spend the night with you. As usual, you cook dinner for the both of you and then you cuddle in bed while Vergil reads to you. You’re so focused on the sweet poetry falling from his lips that you don’t notice his hand slowly making its way down your stomach. Not until it slides down your pants and his fingertips brush against your core.

“Oh!” you gasp.

“Ssshhh, relax,” Vergil kisses the top of your head. He continues reading as his fingers rub your pussy slowly, teasing your folds before settling on your sensitive clit. He continues reading casually as though he’s not playing with your pussy. Meanwhile, you’re a trembling mess beside him. You’re barely holding back your moans and whines.

“V-vergil,” you whimper pitifully.

“What is it, angel? Do you need attention?”

“Please.”

He closes the book and sets it on the nightstand before lying next to you. His kiss is searing, distracting you from the fact that he’s pulled his hand out of your pants. He caresses your side then pushes his thumb into the waistband of your pajama pants and begins pulling them down. Once you’re undressed for him, he kisses you again.

You’re lulled into a lustful haze as the two of you make out. It’s a passionate, fiery dance when your tongues move together.

Then, you feel him lift you a bit. Your body slides against his, but before you can question it his mouth is on your neck, kissing and sucking on that spot he knows drives you crazy. Your hands tangled in his hair and you let out a wanton moan.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan for me,” he chuckles against your skin. “Allow me to make you moan even more.”

He eases you into a sitting position over his face. You gasp as you feel his breath against your core. All of your previous fears over doing this with him seem to melt away, replaced with need as presses a sloppy kiss to your clit.

“Divine,” he murmurs and suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You mischievous devil,” you giggle upon realizing how easily he’d maneuvered you so he could get his way.

“Is it a sin to desire being surrounded by the warmth of your thighs and to have my senses invaded by your delicious cunt?” He punctuates his question by nuzzles his nose between your folds, and growling as he breathes in your scent. His tongue teases you with a featherlight lick against your hole.

You don’t get a chance to respond before he begins sucking on your clit again. His strong hands rest on your waist, and he begins guiding you to move. You try to resist at first, but soon you can’t help riding his face at the sensual pace he sets for you. One hand tangles in his hair and the other holds onto the headboard. He grunts and growls as he tastes you. His steel blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at you, but the more of your arousal he takes in the heavier they become. Until finally, with a roll of pleasure, they flutter closed. His fingertips dig into the fat of your hips and his grunts become more like primal growls.

“Vergil,” You moan. “Fuck, please…I’m so close.”

He doesn’t open his eyes to acknowledge your words, but he begins licking your pussy with more fervor. His attention is focused on your clit, switching between rapid flicks of his tongue and gentle suckles between his full lips. All the while your hips buck with need.

“Oh god,” you cry out as the heated coil in the depths of your core becomes impossibly tighter. You grind your hips even more, and soon it’s just too much. Your vision cuts to static as the coil snaps.

When you open your eyes again, Vergil is panting beneath you. His eyelids are heavy as he looks up at you with flushing cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your juices, as he smirks.

“Well, well, that was quite a treat,” he purrs as he gently caresses your trembling thighs. He kisses your mound softly. “I feel I should be greedy and have another taste.”

#kinktober2023🎃#vergil x reader #vergil dmc x reader #vergil sparda x reader

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Has anyone ever told you how good your writing is? Like - chef kisses - good? Anyway, awa hello! Draken is such a gentlemen, treat his girl right and is so careful, taking into account his built and strenght… but his girl… his girl want it rough. In fact, she likes it rough enough to border on "bitch, are you okay???"

WARNING : ehhmmm she likes it rough 👀, just a short thing since it's a pwp, Smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, Mean!Dom Draken, aftercare, Reader is a tease, acting all innocent 🙈 Draken literally pounding her, using her as a cock sleeve, nicknames ( love, princess, pretty whore... ), Creampie, Inupi simping over reader... Did i forget anything ?

Note : thanks so much for the feedback, it makes my day 🖤

Draken couldn't believed you would even let him near to you.

After all, what was he but dry blood on knuckles ?

But you, oh you... It's like your aura was made of poetry and roses.

Like a dragon met a lamb, armed in scaled of impenetrable gold, while you were soft and comforting in newborn wool. And upon meeting you, his walls and guards felt threatened by your weak soldiers, a smile, a spark in the eye, and they resisted.

He resisted, until he felt them falling like a leaf from a tree, pink petals lips, so soft to the touch, he never knew falling would hurt so much.

So he spent months covering his sharp edges, scared for your soft fingers to get pricked. Emma's loss left only pieces of him, and you were so reckless picking them all up, assembling all his parts that he feared nothing more than to cut you in the process.

How could he want anything else than to be gentle with your soft heart ? That gentle heart, that refuses to do anything but beat louder and harder.

Through the darkest corners of his mind, you sneak like the softest sunshine, through windows he didn't even knew existed and brush gently over his face, and suddenly his heart isn't broken anymore, he doesn't feel the cold constant bleeding anymore.

Yes, sometimes his wolves still roar a little too loud. Call of nature catches up and rawness tends to bring back the fire in his guts, he remembered perfectly the first time it happened.

As you laid under him for the first time, so fragile, raw, and beautiful, your clothes long discarded on the floor like pages of past he turned, he remembered how clenched his fists were, trying to soften every kiss, to lighten every touch and cancel any pressure his body was dying to apply.

He remembered the first time he made one with you, jaw tight, sinking deeper in the ocean of your eyes trying to drown that fire in his guts, burning to just give you all of himself, raw and rough. It took all of him not to just pound in you as hard as he wanted to, sink wolf's teeth deeper in your so soft skin.

But Draken was a gentleman, he would never risk scaring you away of him. You were the shiniest thing to ever graze his sky and he had no problem polishing his windows and the truth, embellishing the wild and romanticizing the rough for you.

Oh but little did he knew...

You might be soft in all the right ways, skin like silk and honey lips. But make no mistake, beneath it all, you mind, will, resolve, were hard as steel.

You were weed not flower, and you knew what was in your power to bring back in him and wanted all of it. Draken was sweet, and gentle with you, but you craved him, his true self, the one you knew he was holding back.

How could you possibly utter the words ? You were his pretty girl, the who who never raised her voice at him, whose touches were never different from those of a feather, who still blushed everytime you were indecently exposed to him even after months.

How could you possibly tell him that you wanted him to fuck you dumb until you forgot what your own name was ?

But no need for words when you owned the probably shortest sundress he had ever seen in his life. Wrapping yourself in the off-shoulder pink fabric and good intentions, you gripped the bento box you brought for him tighter the minute his eyes landed on you, when you entered the shop.

-" Hello " you smiled politely, offering your hand for Inupi to shake. The guy was just as, if not more respectful than Draken, he fought all along the urge to let his eyes slide toward your breasts and bare thighs and shook your hand, almost stuttering when he pronounced your name.

-" Glad to see you " he greeted you, he had saw you few times before and though he did not talk a lot, he still grew into liking you seeing how good and careful you were to his friend.

You smiled and your eyes drifted toward your boyfriend, sitting next to a bike but his hands no longer held any tool, you bit back a sly smile seeing how his eyes never left you.

-" Hi hon' " you approached him, already seeing him frown because you usually never gave him nicknames in front of his friends. But his eyes widened even more, along with Seishu's ones when you bent over to press a kiss on his cheek.

With how that damn dress was short, Seishu must have caught a glimpse of your panties, if only you wore ones... and Draken saw it too, through the glass behind.

Before the rush of anger could reach his brain, he found himself on his feet, excusing himself to Seishu and dragging you by the hand toward the back store. Already by how tight his hand was gripping your wrist, you knew the mission has been a success.

But the minute you reached the back store and he slammed the door shut, pinning you against it, you wondered slightly.

Could it be that you have gone a little bit too far ?

His hand on your stomach was pressing you flat against the wall, and your surprised eyes on him injected the slightest guilt into his blood.

-" The fuck, is wrong with you ?"

Every word of him was a needle sinking deeper in your skin, stern face so close to yours you could feel his warm minty breath hitting your lips.

-" Excuse me ?" You wore the indignation tailor made, gaining a frown from him that told you, you had good acting skills." No, what is wrong with you? I... I just thought you could... Use some lunch ? "

What a devil in disguise, but what he didn't knew couldn't hurt him right ? What hurt him was the little frown between your brows and the tilt of your head.

That oblivious ignorance of yours, that provocation so pure for his carnivorous sense of destruction. That so desperate cute face you made blazing like a hurricane in his lower abdomen.

-" I... Honestly I don't know what's happenin' Ken, did I... Do something wrong ?"

The pressure he was previously putting on your stomach decreased until, as if he was burned, retracted his hand and ran it through his hair, sighing loudly.

What the fuck am I doing ? He thought.

-" Look, I'm... "

He was struggling, obviously. And you felt a little bit guilty for this, fear of having scared you haunting all of his what if's, he didn't even found it in him to touch you again.

-" I'm sorry, 'kay ?"

Leaning on his elbows against the wall, Draken let his forehead gently fall against yours, closing his eyes. Never has he ever apologized, ever. But regrets were nipping at his brain like their last meal, he could not lose you to his rough nature.

-" I just... Can't have you walking 'round like that, can't have everyone eye-fucking what's mine. "

You could not help the slight curves of your lips hearing those words, and he ran his thumb over the plump of your lips absentmindedly.

-" Y'just too pure, princess. Don't know what kind of things your body does to guys. " He gulped down at the parting of your lips. " Things you do t'me ".

He was slipping between your fingers, you could see him slowly putting back the mask and returning to that holy self, and all your efforts would be to no avail. Dropping down the shyness, his eyes widened when you clung on his shoulders, wrapping your leg around his waist and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

-" What kind of things, Kenny?"

Only whispers were left of your voice, your lashes caressing your cheeks as your gaze drifted toward his lips, he swallowed a thick breath and his hands on your waist tried putting some distance between you two, in vain.

-" Wait- shit, Wait-"

His voice fell into a strangled sound, while you started moving your hips slightly. The thick jean of his pants rubbing against your bare pussy was a whole new feeling, his bulge only got harder.

-" What things, Kenny ?" You repeated, voice turning into panting breathing sending shivers down his spine. " Show me what you're oh so desperate to do to me ".

-" Pretty, Fuck- stop this "

But his words were liars, since his grip around your waist got bruising, and he insidiously began rolling his hips against yours, matching your movements.

-" Show me what you wanna do to me, Kenny" you whined at the loss of friction against your clit.

-" Not now. " He tried stopping you, a dead serious look in his face. " If I go down on you now, I might just not be able to hold back ".

Lust was a heavier burden to carry, having your doe-like eyes staring at him with so much care when you should've ran away from his words, calling him a kinky weirdo or whatever.

-" then don't hold back, I want all of you, Ken. Give me your all "

As much as your words were pulling him down, he was holding into his last strings of sanity with a burning palm. Denying you whatever you were asking, scared to hurt you, he pressed his forehead against yours, again.

-" Please, princess. I'm begging you, don't make me do this to you... "

But you cupped his face, and the thread let go under your resolve, letting you seep deeper through his dungeons.

-" Fuck me like you want me, Kenny. " You whispered, brushing his lips with yours, making him lose his breath. " Fuck me like you've been craving. "

The last straw, and soon his lips were on yours already.

You've kissed a hundred times before, but this, this one had something more animalistic, primary. Like he was not kissing to taste, but to devour you and fill the hunger of months spent dreaming of stealing the breath out of your lungs.

His hands did a quick work stripping you off that dress which drove him crazy, and the rest melted into a blur until he had you bent over a desk there, his fat tip nudging your dripping entrance and his hand pulling your hair back, drawing whimpers from you.

-" Fuck, y'like it when I hurt you, dontcha ?" He threw his head back, sinking in you and wincing at the incredible feeling. " Should've told me sooner, princess. Woulda... Woulda never held back from fucking ya dumb o'mma cock "

No need to hide in the dark now that you were swallowing his dirtiest secrets with the lewdest squelches of your cunt,biting your lips to not draw anyone's attention with your moans.

-" Ken- oh god, 's too good"

-" So that's all what that slutty dress was about, huh ?"

Your eyes widened and you hid your blush with your arms on the desk around your face.

-" N-No !"

-" Yes it was. " A harsher thrust of him almost sent the desk flying at the end of the room, making your eyes roll back in your head. " Flashing this tight lil pussy to Inupi, you wanted me to split you open in front of him ?"

It was his turn to widen his eyes, feeling your walls clenching around him. Draken threw his head back, cursing, feeling the blood boiling in his guts, he pulled your hair back harsher and exposed your fucked up face to his eyes.

He swore you've never been prettier, and one more thrust, one more nudge of his balls against your clit sent you to overdrive. The cry you let out at that moment would be forever engraved in his mind's walls with the white rings of your high around his length, he could not help but lean over and take your parted swollen lips in his, wanting to just devour your so beautiful face.

-" Aww, you'd like it huh ? What a dirty little whore, clenchin' on me like a fuckin' virgin. " A strangled chuckle escaped his mouth, your pussy closing around him heavenly in a rhythmic pace.

It felt just so relieving, to think all these times he was covering his sharp edges when now they were kissing your cervix with each thrust. What an euphoric sensation it was, knowing that you could possibly love him, the true him, not the one he tried to be for you.

At that moment, he just thinks he might be in love.

-" Ken, oh goodness... " And as he froze, thinking you were too overstimulated to keep up, your blissful face flashed him an orgasmic smile. " Cum for me, please. Want... Want you to fill me up"

Indeed, he might be in love.

He felt his cock throbbing by the meer sight of your teary eyes and drooling mouth smiling for him, by your words fanning his flame. His other hand sneaked toward your chest, kneading your breast bruisingly and his teeth sunk in your shoulder.

- " Yeah ? 's that right ? My pretty baby wants me to cum inside ? " His mouth replaced the small red bruises with warm kisses along your skin, drawing a mountain of moans out of you whilst his thrust became sloppier. " Wants me to fuck a child inside this pretty pussy ? "

Too overstimulated to even speak, you fervently nodded and arched your back against him, taking him deeper until hitting that hidden spot inside you that had you both rolling your eyes and stilling.

He could already feel his orgasm grazing his fingertips, at a hairsbreadth of losing it all. But in fact he'd never been through such a lust, rollercoaster-like, losing himself in your warmth and wetness made him feel more loved than he ever has in his life.

Draken, Ken Ryuguji, all calloused fingers and bloody knuckles, all cold words and stern voice, held your wrist and started pounding his wild inside you, his pretty, soft little lamb.

His hot tongue licked a stripe along your neck, and already seeing the marks upon your skin could've send him to cloud nine. You were always so immaculate, and now were all stained, all marked. All over your silk, all he could read was

Ken, Ken, Ken...

-" That's right, m'pretty girl. Moan my fucking name, let him hear ya. Y'know I'll never let anyone see my gorgeous bitch, right ?"

Another time tightening around his length, and he was a goner.

All he could make out was his balls stiffening and soon, some of his cum starting to leak between your thighs, waves of bliss crashing and washing over him though he was drowning in a burning heat.

-" I... Fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Look how good you took it, best I've ever had."

Yes, Draken was a gentleman, he would never even think of hurting you.

But having your skin all red and purple marked under him, having his white ropes dripping from you, he must admit it was toxic but it was intoxicatingly addictive.

This image could have haunted his nightmares, months ago. His so strong stature, broad shoulders and big hands towering over your smaller, weaker body. But now, oh now it was the embodiment of his Nirvana.

-" one of... The best idea I've ever had, now we can go back to normal" you smiled absentmindedly, head falling on the desk and ass arching up against his balls. You yelped however as a harsh slap met your ass cheek, he laughed at your gasp.

-" Ain't ya cute thinking you're done with me ?" He chuckled, you shivered feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. " Been dreamin' of a hundred ways to ruin this pussy, love. Now you gotta lemme try em all on ya. "

I gotta admit this was fun to write, we love a protective Draken 🖤 more Draken requests will come, I'm just at a loss of inspiration for now lol

@kendraken I believe you asked me to tag you in whatever thing I write for Draken ?

Also, I have a draft of something similar to this with Kakucho, I might just drop it someday

Have a good day, mommy Lina loves you

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fernthewhimsical · 29 days

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Hopepunk Primer pt. 3

How to practice Hopepunk

Find joy in the small things. The flowers growing through concrete, the way the sunlight hits the grass. There is beauty and joy in the small things, but it takes a bit of training to find them. Mindfulness or a gratitude journal (or even a Tumblr sideblog) helps with this training. Hope can be learned, I promise.

Be a pebble. [8] Imagine a tall glass that is half-full with water. Imagine you are a crow. You try to drink the water but you can't reach, the glass is too deep. So you take a pebble and throw it in. The water level rises slightly. Other crows come in with pebbles, and with each pebble the water level rises until finally you all can drink from the glass. There is a lot of focus nowadays in activism circles to be aware of every horrible thing that is going on in the world and to work on each and every one of them. The tough reality is: we can't. We're only human and right now we are all very prone to burn-out. We can't bring change if we are burnt out or have compassion fatigue. So be a pebble. Stay small, perhaps even stay local. If everyone focuses on one thing and focuses their efforts and energy there, we will make it. We'll make the water rise so everyone can drink. Be a pebble.

Stop doom scrolling. It's ineffective and only serves to make us feel more hopeless and demoralized.

Be responsible for your own internet experience. This is related to doom scrolling. Unfollow people who make you feel hopeless and like the fight is useless. Block trolls and don't engage them. Find people who make you feel inspired, invigorated, hopeful. Blacklist tags, block, delete.

Look into hopepunk media. Be inspired by the stories told. Some examples are movires: Lord of the Rings, Mad Max: Fury Road, Pacific Rim. Series: Sense8, the Good Place, Star Trek. Books: Binti by Nnedi Okorafor, A conspiracy of truths by Alexandra Rowland, the Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin. Music: Torches by X Ambassadors, This Yeah by the Mountain Goats, Be More Kind by Frank Turner.

Build/Find your Community. Share what you have, ask for what you need. We're in this together. If you grow your own fruits and vegetables share them with friends and neighbours. Exchange favours like doing a grocery run or offering to watch the kids for a night. Make a tiny library or give & take cabinet. Share skills and resources. This can be done both online and in person, but making a difference locally is easier with boots on the ground, so to speak.

Create. Live authentically. Do things just to do the thing. So much needs to be "content", these days. So much needs to be a "side hustle" or "monetized". Resist. Create because it makes you feel good. Because you want to. Create bad art, sing off key, swing your arms wildly and call it dancing, write edgy poetry, create Mary Sue self-inserts. Live.

Resist capitalism. Reuse, recycle, repair, thrift, make, trade, etc.

Vote. If you really want to make a difference get out there and vote. Especially in the US they do not want you so rebel and vote. Not just for the president. Voting locally for your representatives will have more of an influence.

Unionize. Alone you beg, together you negotiate. Only together can we make change

Spread hope. Do random acts of kindness, compliment people, share positive things that happened, spread love and joy where you go.

[8] Be a pebble

Further reading:

Alexandra Rowland's Hopepunk Manifesto What is Hopepunk by Vox.com Hopepunk-Humanity blog on Tumblr Hopepunk: A Genre, Philosophy and Movement by Lexi Drumonde (Video) Intro to Hopepunk by Morgan Hazelwood (Video)

Part 1: Intro and history Part 2: Philosophy of Hopepunk Part 3: How to practice hopepunk and further reading Part 4: Extra! Hopepunk and magic

#witchblr #hope #hopepunk #mine #personal #divider by saradika

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contentloadingandstuff · 11 months

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On Wings of Freedom - Barbara x Male!Reader

CW: Male!Reader, Barbara is either adult or reader is around her age, not proofread, awful poetry (poetry is hard, especially in a foreign language 😭but I tried okay?).

You inspect the lyre for the seventh time. Everything seems in order, but your mind restlessly seeks faults. Anything to improve, anything to correct - do any act of final preparation. The audience claps and your fellow poet bows, humming in satisfaction. He walks off of the stage, patting you on the shoulder on his way out.

"Break a leg, my friend. Good luck." He stops for a brief moment and smiles kindly.

"Thanks…" It's all your throat, tight with stress, can let out. The bard leaves and you step on the stage slowly, holding your breath. The tavern goers look at you with restrained curiosity, understanding of your stage fright in their expectation. Guests on the second floor lean against the railing, their gazes fixed on you as well. You focus on the end of the hall, spotting a familiar, teal-clad musician. Venti winks at you and holds his thumb up. You smile at his cheering, and shift your attention to one particular visitor. You might be in the spotlight for the majority of Angel's Share, but for you the true star is she. Barbara sips her Jueyun Chilli brew, eyes focused on you.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath. The string of your instrument are moved with practiced ease by your slender digits, accompanying your trained voice.

Within the world there live a man Born from but a minor clan With a lyre in hand and a dream in mind He roamed the world, singing for his kind Onto a meadow one day he came Searching for a muse to lift his spirits A woman he found, of a beautiful name Her radiance unshown by mortal lyrics On Wings of Freedom we will soar Through all the skies of new and old Before us sun, behind a dragon’s roar Only through song my love is told Her voice as soft as gentlest flax She held my heart dead in its tracks Her porcelain skin, so white and kind Yet the greatest treasure is her mind For a shed of her affection's grace For a brush of her gentle hand My shield will hold the deadliest mace My hands all my care to her will lend On Wings of Freedom we will soar Hand in hand, our hearts of gold We'll power through the deadliest war Only through song their love is told So I stand here, on the shore Above the heavenly highs, below the abyss' roar With an inquiry I end this score I ask for a word - just one, and not more

The tavern fills with the sound of clapping and cheering. You bow slightly, your eyes never leaving hers. Barbara is blushing slightly, her quick claps sounding out as the loudest.

"That was Y/N of Springvale with the song Wings of Freedom. Bravo for him!"

The crowd is further animated, the sound of whistling and encouragement nearly deafening. You smile broadly, bowing time and time again.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Waving your hand, you make your way off the stage, making space for Six-Fingered José.

"Good luck." You say, but he doesn't answer, sending you a thankful nod instead.

The speaker starts announcing your subsequent, but you don't listen. Your attention is focused on Barbara, who stands up from her seat, leaving Lumine with only Paimon as company. She motions for you to follow and turns to leave the establishment. For her safety, you leave through the back door. As you close the door behind you, José's performance begins.

You circle around the tavern to find Barbara next to the outside tables. She rocks up and down on her feet, her hands behind her back and a deep crimson on her face. Her eyes are glued to the floor, occasionally glancing up at the approaching you. You stop in front of her. You awkwardly smile at her, rubbing your forearm.

"Y-yes, Y/N…" She speaks quietly, so much so that it's barely audible. Your heart speeds up. "I love you as well. I'll date you!"

You can't resist the urge. Smiling like never before you grab a hold of her and pull her into a bone crushing embrace. She squeals in surprise and giggles as you lift her up and spin her around.

"I love you Barbara, I love you so much! I'm so happy!" You stop. Both of you stare into each other's eyes for a solid second, before you blush and avert your eyes. You set her down, rubbing the back of your head.

"S-sorry, Barbs. I didn't mean to-" Before you can finish, she places a peck on your cheek.

"I would have done just the same thing if I were you, hehe!"

You stand there in silence, either of you too excited to know what to do next. Barbara, still blushing heavily, gently put your hand in hers.

"How about we go to Cat's Tail, hm? My treat! Your throat must be so tired after such a stunning performance, I'm sure of it! Diona will probably be happy to make something non-alcoholic for a change as well, I can tell! So what do you say?"

You grab her other hand and place a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Let's go!"

Thanks for reading!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact barbara #barbara pegg #barbara x reader #barbara x male reader #aged up au #kinda?#maybe idk #barbara x you #barbara x y/n

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darkestprompts · 10 months

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Would love to hear your take on things each hero secretly (or not) likes!

Here's a mixed bag of silly and serious secrets :)

Abomination: has a bit of a Victor Frankenstein thing going on where he's fascinated by frankly outdated models of science that are more speculative philosophy and esotericism than anything. He's afraid Paracelsus or Alhazred will find out and make fun of his planetary correspondence charts.

Antiquarian: in her longest journey yet, she saw fireworks. The ephemeral beauty, impossible to capture and preserve, made her more than a little emotional.

Arbalest: plushies, cutesy things, bunnies. Thinks others won't take her seriously as a medic and sniper if she enjoys soft "childlike" stuff.

Bounty Hunter: big sweet tooth. Likes funny plays and skits. Terrified Sarmenti will find out he actually finds his jokes funny.

Crusader: doesn't hide that he loves animals, but is a little embarrassed of how silly he gets around cubs, pups and kits of all kinds. You've never heard his voice go so high.

Flagellant: of all of life's pleasures, he finds it hardest to resist a long hot bath. The feeling of cleanliness scratches a particular itch on his brain... And it was very hard to keep good hygiene when he lived on the streets.

Grave Robber: cheap, greasy festival food. Very unrefined, but she can't help what tastes good. On top of that, it always makes a mess of her lipstick!

Highwayman: canonically, poetry. Has been engrossed in more than one cringe romance novel too.

Hellion: the Church of Light got everything wrong... except for organ music. She loves the loud imposing sound, the deep reverberations, the dramatic highs and lows. She wishes she could play it, at least for fun.

Houndmaster: embroidery. His ma taught him to keep him still when he was a lad, now he finds it relaxing. His old colleagues would never let him live it down. Audrey thinks it's rather lovely.

Jester: likes collecting things but doesn't indulge because of how easy it is to lose it or have it taken away. If he had a safe place to store it he would collect coins, novelty dice (NOT for cheating, Dismas!!), masks and the like.

Leper: it isn't necessarily something he loves, but back in the day he made a point to once in a while try "commoner activities" like cooking, cleaning and gardening (he wanted to relate to his subjects). He was, more often than not, terrible at them.

Man-at-arms: used to be the best quadrille dancer in the army. Really misses dancing but thinks he'll look like an old fool and that he's probably lost the skill anyway.

Musketeer: ever since the saw the Thing beyond the veil, she tried to draw and paint it many times, even though she wasn't artistically inclined before. They never look quite right, but she can't bring herself to throw her attempts away.

Occultist: usually sneers at rural nature cults, but one time he participated in one of those rituals where everybody's got their breeches off under the moon and he had to admit it was pretty fun. There was great food and drink afterwards too. Look, the academy is very stressful, okay??

Plague Doctor: owns a rosary of wooden beads. It's just the right weight and texture for her to play with when her thoughts are idle. When Junia catches a glimpse of it she's excited. "Oh, so you ARE a believer!" "No, fuck off, that's my stim toy."

Runaway: once she found an abandoned place to bunker down and there was this chest full of moth-eaten costumes inside. She played theatre for hours. Envies Sarmenti's ability to act in public without embarassment.

Shieldbreaker: not exactly a secret, but she never expressed to anyone that she has a fascination for automata. The first time she saw one, she was a little girl and a merchant was showing off this tiny mechanical dancer. The image stuck to her mind, a perfectly crafted body, endless moving to one purpose as the crowd watches...

Vestal: we know it. It's the porn. Additionaly, she's more curious about pagan tales and theology than she lets on. Boudica noticed but in a uncharacteristic show of restraint has kept this knowledge to herself.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd lists #dd ensemble

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merv606 · 2 months

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Mercy!Terry is horny 24/7. Daniel has no idea that he’s Terry’s personal viagra: one look at him gets the old man going! Poor Danny boy, all his holes are going to get a never ending workout.

Daniel: I don’t understand…how can a man your age just keep going?!

Terry: It’s your fault for being so breedable.

Daniel:

Daniel: ???

☝🏻

Side note: the other night was I googling if it’s possible to have multiple erections while on viagra …. Maybe.

Terry has time to make up for!

😈

Daniel protesting, as Terry rolls him over, getting him on his hands and knees.

They both know the protests are weak, and a moot point anyway.

They’re done, and only then, when the older man says they are.

But god, Daniel swears the older man just pulled out, for Christ sake, his ass sore and leaking non stop it seems.

He’ll never admit that the slight pain reminds him of how much Terry wants him, of the older man’s unquenchable desire for him. Never admit that he’s never been desired like this before, felt passion like this before; experienced love like this before and that he’s come to associate the small bit of pain with his pleasure as Terry’s brand of love.

Something he finds he needs just as bad.

Both of them forever changed by each other’s hands.

But, they’ve been going at it for hours, and Terry promised him he’d take Daniel to the market, and the light of the day is slowly dying behind their window.

A hand on the back of his neck forcing him to arch his back, to alleviate the pressure, putting him on even more display for the older man.

His cheeks spread, a deep groan.

He can’t imagine how his hole looks, because he can feel how used it is, can feel the gape left behind from Terry having him so much already today.

“God you look so good like this, Danny, you have no idea ….”

“Fucked open and bred” Daniel snarks, because he can feel his hole clenching at the older man’s words, can feel the cum that tightening causes to glob out. He’s only repeating words Terry has said in the heat of the moment, usually as he’s pounding in.

For as lewd as the older man likes to get when describing the star he’s left Daniel’s body there’s an odd eloquence to it, like perverse poetry.

“No,” Terry leans down, moving some hair to the said to kiss at the soft skin, “it looks well loved.”

Daniel hates that it makes his toes curl.

A finger traces the puffy red entrance before he feels the familiar weight of Terry’s cock in his crack, rubbing against his sensitive entrance.

The slightest bit of pressure, and he’d probably be able to slide right back in. Daniel doubts there’d be much resistance.

His body knows what to do. What other choice does it have?

God, How is Terry hard again? Or is it still hard? Did he even go soft?”

“Again?” Daniel asks, incredulous, exasperated, although he’s widening his stance, bracing himself, so he can’t act like he doesn’t want it either.

He’s not getting it up again, his cock limp, but then again, he doesn’t need to be. Terry has trained him well it seems, his body craving the older man’s cock in him, milking his prostate. And god, who would have thought his introduction to his prostate would ruin him forever. These types of orgasms, he swears, Terry loves nothing better than making him come like this.

The beautiful noises and tears from Daniel when he’s fucked after coming, sensitive, begging, being made to come dry.

He was right, Terry takes himself in hand, nudging at his entrance, his body opening so easily and quick, it’s nothing short of obscene.

“You only have yourself to blame, baby, for making me so damn hard all the time.”

He can’t argue with that.

#i got an ask 🤩#ask #daniel larusso #cobra kai #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife

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firstfullmoon · 6 months

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Habibi (2011) dir. Susan Youssef

Habibi, a story of forbidden love, is a fiction feature set in Gaza. Two students in the West Bank are forced to return home to Gaza, where their love defies tradition. To reach his lover, Qays grafittis poetry across town. Habibi is a modern re-telling of the famous ancient Sufi parable Majnun Layla. The full Arabic title is ‘Habibi Rasak Kharban,’ which translates as “Darling, something’s wrong with your head.” — from the Palestine Film Institute

#films #from the river to the sea #all beautiful poetry is an act of resistance #← darwish is mentioned in this. obviously.

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jademint2581 · 5 months

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Kai Satou (YTTD) bedroom headcanons:

WARNING seggs benedicc recipe ahead. spicy. +18.

Can be applied to any pairing that includes Kai Satou (f/m, m/m, gn/m, as well as "/Reader" or "/OC")

some keywords: edging, dry humping/clothed, petplay (mild), praise, oral, bedtalk, romantic focus

Kai is the type of guy to want to completely please his partner, and I mean, completely. He's very sincere and serious about it. He's dedicated and he'll even say as much, even if he might blush and slightly stammer.

Kai is the type of dude to completely nerd out over sex. He will actually research the anatomy of his partner. We're not just talking erotic images and stories, but full on wikipickia articles and science publications, books and articles about it too.

And when it comes to studying erotica, he'll actually specifically look for the kind he thinks his partner may like. He'll be conducting his research specifically with his partner in mind.

He will try to get the potentially useful techniques down beforehand, so that he can give his partner the pleasure he 100% thinks they deserve.

He definitely overthinks it beforehand and while it's for selfless research purposes, of course he'll get incredibly horny over the thoughts. He's definitely not made of stone.

And even if he can matter of factly research the entirety of the phenomenon that is known as sex, it's not like he can just bluntly talk about it as is. It's an intensely intimate matter. He'll have to take a couple of breaths in between words if he's talking about sex using more direct language.

Fucking,,,, Thesaurus makes an appearance as well, because this is Kai.

Sex is just very important and intimate to Kai ok. He could not treat it lightly. He definitely fantasizes about sex when nobody's around...or when nobody can tell. What he lacks in real life experience, he definitely makes up in how much he actually daydreams about sex.

And alright, maybe his idea of sex is a tad idealistic, which ties to his high standards of his own ability to please.

Just...sex nerd Kai. Kai has a neutral to positive overall attitude towards sex and expressions of sexuality. It's just that he's private about it.

While Kai may shy away from speaking out loud, he sure doesn't shy away from the actual act once he drops his guard and gains momentum. He's the type of guy to go full in and actually apply his theoretical knowledge of sex he's gathered beforehand. He will completely lose himself in the act.

He will listen to his partner's noises and feel their movements, which totally egg (badumtss) him on. That's how he connects with his partner. He feels it with them, as he makes love to them.

To Kai, sex is definitely about connection to the other. Which is why he wants to execute the practical parts of it to perfection.

Kai is the type of guy to say "thank you for the meal" after providing oral. His sense of humour doesn't leave him. He might not say the dreaded p-word very easily, but he'll definitely thank for the meal and say that his partner is beautiful and tasty down there.

Kai swallows.

Eye contact.

Kai just talks very beautifully in bed. He gets even more turned on by it too because it's such a sensual thing to do. Guy waxes poetry in bed. He'll please with his words as well.

Kai is just very sensitive and sensual like that ok?

He's so sensitive in fact that he's the easiest ever to tease to the point where he can barely even move right.

He can be a total trembling mess once all his circulation goes down there. Even before getting rid of any of his clothing.

His mind and eyes as well as hands realllly work overtime when it comes to sex.

Apron tent. (I'm sorry Mr. Chidouin.)

He has a thing for edging kind of. He'll resist the temptation and control himself just to prolong the high of being incredibly aroused and seduced by his partner. Eventually he'll pounce their ass, but he likes to really put himself to the test first.

Kai is the type to withhold moans until they forcibly tear their way out of his chest. Maintaining the stoic facade, even if it's going poorly, is part of the desperation game he loves playing.

Kai will deny his own orgasm by any means necessary until it's too much. He really wants to hold onto it before letting it explode spectacularly.

Kai is a dedicated dry humping practitioner.

His prick gets scary hard. Like diamond hard. Literally hard enough to smash concrete. Potent. Nobody knows why. Maybe it's impeccable circulation? Satou genes? Chronic lack of release? Who the fuck knows. It just gets that way.

Kai loves being tempted and teased, he'll go like "Ah, why must you tempt me so..." and "Oh, I can't resist...!"

His hips get these little involuntary movements and he'll try to apologize for not being able to "control himself."

He especially loves cute nicknames to go with the teasing. It just really makes him feel loved.

STUFF LIKE "Good kitty Kai" WORKS WONDERS.

Yes, Kai will act like a kitty if his partner is up for it.

Possible praise kink.

Kai likes an intimate setting where both parties have full clearance to act cute and all vulnerable-like.

Kai loves his body being played with both front and back, if you catch my drift. He won't demand anything specific, but boy will he be happy to get the full treatment package if his partner is into doing that.

As he starts losing himself he's vocal about it, no more able to use words but instead just moaning, whimpering and keening.

Before the sex commences, he requires his partner to instruct where they want him to finish. Because that's exactly where he'll finish, no matter how lost he is in his own climax.

If he gets any of his own fluids on his clothing he gets so embarrassed about it. But it's not like he completely hates it though(?)

After sex he gets emotional and definitely wants to cuddle.

Kai may or may not start crying after sex.

After most of the afterglow has worn off, he'll cook something nice while smiling to himself about what just happened.

Naked post-sex Kai with apron. AND NOOOOOoo he won't use the sacred red apron for that but a spare one!!!!! MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

That might just be about it then folks. Enjoy your seggs benedicc.

#headcanon #headcanons #kai satou #kai satou yttd #kai satou x reader #jademint hcs #ns4w #yes wikipickia is an inside joke from my crackfic because i can #you do not understand how many egg jokes i had to NOT crack to keep it seggsy #incidentally i DO entertain the idea that Kai Satou is autistic

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bemycalpal · 5 months

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from time to time i teach kids how to write poems through a program at my university. we go to elementary schools and hang out for a couple of days, read them some poems, talk about them, and give them prompts and quiet time to write. its one of the more fulfilling things i do. this week, i was working with some fifth graders and trying to figure out which poems to read them. my teaching partner was like, lets do some mahmoud darwish! for folks who dont read much poetry, darwish is a palestinian poet whos poems have been extensively translated (often badly, by white people), and who is perfect for that age group imo. his language is direct and beautiful and full of depth. we picked out a good translation (by fady joudah) of Letter to a Young Poet, and brought that in. little did we know, there was a palestinian kid in that classroom!! who recognized the word salaam at the end of the poem, and asked where the poet was from, and told us excitedly that he was palestinian too!!!!

point number 1: the decisions you make matter more than you know, and acting in solidarity in all parts of your life can have positive impacts you cant imagine or foresee.

point number 2: i almost thought we maybe shouldnt teach that poem to cover our asses. that, in a rural town in arkansas, someone might get upset about us teaching a poem by a palestinian poet, and that we could lose our jobs with our state funded university (graduate students are losing their jobs for less at public US institutions right now). the laws that are going on the books, the censorship decisions and precedents being set, the Vibe of fear and punitive action in our public institutions could have kept that poem and that feeling of being seen and being safe from my new friend this week. i am deeply ashamed of that feeling i had, and im glad i didnt act on it. if you need, as i clearly sometimes need, a reminder that now now NOW is the time to risk whatever you have to resist colonizer mindset, action, and oppression, here it is. read that poem. call that rep. go to that protest. say it all out loud. feel your anger and direct it in the most productive way you can think of, and engage with the people around you with it. from the river to the sea, folks.

#palestine #mahmoud darwish #poems #translations #teaching #letter to a young poet

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deathbydarkelves · 9 days

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Asking you this on anon, because I'm too nervous to ask otherwise.

Do you think night elves express their sexuality through art? I mean like, Blizzard is obviously not going to give us anything concrete or creative about this sort of thing. Their night elves are eternally monogamous.

But so many cultures in the world, even the ones we like to think of as stoic, or chivalrous, were, and are, incredibly horny lol. Like, there are swathes of surviving manuscripts, pottery, and paintings depicting sex acts. We have examples of this from the Greeks, to Medieval Europe, to Japan.

I'm so sorry, this ask sort of away from me. In short, all of the Warcraft races probably have their unique art forms, and I was just curious if, and how, you would think night elves would express this sort of stuff?

My immediate verbal response upon reading this was “Oh, abso-fucking-lutely”. As you demonstrated with your irl examples, horny is universal <3

You’ll find that indulged in every art form. Paintings, pottery, poetry, carvings, statues, and so on. If people can create an image or use words to describe something, they’re gonna use that power to depict sex. That’s just how it goes lmao

Some more specific thoughts though:

1.) Elven poems and ballads are rivaled in length only by those of the dwarves. And yes, many are sexually-charged in at least some aspect. Sometimes that’s the whole point, sometimes it’s a key plot moment, sometimes it’s a “key” “plot” “moment”, sometimes it’s just for comedic effect.

2.) I recently took a trip to Europe which involved a stop in Vienna, and I had a fantastic time strolling through such a beautiful (walkable!) city with statues of bare-chested women on almost every corner. Both because it was a wonderful feeling being somewhere that didn’t treat my body as taboo, and, well, because I’m lesbian. What can I say. Anyway, I decided almost immediately that’s what it’s like in the bigger night elf cities. The body is a work of nature and Elune’s art, and is something to be celebrated. That goes for all bodies, but there is a general bias towards depictions of female bodies because, well, matriarchal society. Most of the statues in those cities are simply artistic nudity, but it doesn’t take long to find one that goes beyond that. ((btw I highly recommend a visit to Vienna. Get a Sacher-Torte from Café Sacher.))

3.) Tangentially related, but (ethical) brothels are more commonplace and fairly easy to find because of the societal acceptance of polygamy/amory. Casual sex is just not really a taboo, because there’s no pressure to be monogamous. Historical immunity to disease and current resistance to it means there isn’t as much risk involved either. It’s still a dick move if you don’t tell your partner(s), of course.

4.) All of this creates quite the culture shock for those coming from more “conservative” places. No one on Azeroth is catholic about it, but I have a hard time imagining the high and mighty Kingdom of Stormwind being that open about sexuality, for example.

5.) Because of the impression that ^ creates, there's a common joke/stereotype in many other nations that the Sentinel Army has a... hook-up problem. Never mind that's true to some degree for all armies lol

6.) Cathala’s adventuring journal she keeps notes in is also fucking filled with erotic art and writing. A woman’s gotta entertain herself somehow!!!

As a little note, though, there's no weirdness around ace and/or aro people. They're not any hornier than any other group of people, they're just more open about it. So they don't try to, like, force it onto people who happen to not be into that.

Anyway... I'll be the first to admit this is where I lean the hardest into wish fulfillment/escapism with my AU. Oh to live in a world where sex and sexuality and the female body are treated normally V_V

#ask box #au lore

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gentlenekomata · 10 months

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A deep dive into this petite priestess ღ

thanks to Ree for this interesting insights!

NAME: Lady Sakura Ichinomiya

BODY

height: 4’9” (150 cm)

strength ★★☆☆ - not her major characteristic, but thanks to the training with her brothers, she did manage to acquire some muscle;

dexterity ★★★☆☆ - quite agile and delicate in the movement, but she certainly is a bit clumsy too, sometimes;)

health ★★★★★ - probably due to her healing abilities, she has become quite resistant in every aspects, despite her slim and apparently fragile silhuette and body (eating is a big help and she does have an excellent taste in cooking);

energy ★★★★☆ - she's very energetic, especially during the early morning hours and she always hopes to spread her energy among the others;

beauty ★★★★☆ - she's a natural cutie, doesn't like wearing make-up (what is that, anyway?), but she deeply cares about her appareance, especially her hair: she likes brushing it every night before bed and she usually likes decorating it with any kind of accessories;

style ★★★★☆ - she has got her own style and she sometimes likes to create brooch or ornaments with flowers;

hygiene ★★★★★ - very attentive and tidy, even her room and all the ambience she hangs out are very clean and ordered [plus, she really enjoys bath moments, since she usually plunge herself in waters full of petals of the flowers she usually likes to pick up during her strolls in the nearby woods or plains].

SKILLS

perception ★★★☆☆ - she has got a good eye and a goos sense of perceiving things, even from afar or when they are hidden, but when it comes to hearing, she's a bit deaf - or simply doesn't want to listen);

communication ★★★★★ - she's a great talker and likes to hang out with new people and old friends: she's especially good in communicating, but also understanding the meaning behind a certain communication;

persuasion ★★☆☆☆ - despite her charming attitude, it's not in her nature to persuase people into doing somthing or saying something, even when it comes to her safety and security - she simply doesn't like being that way with people.She would rather find another way around to deal with it;

mediation ★★★★☆ - a better solution than persuading! she's very capable of listening and likes helping others through the help of mediation (such as, advices, different suggestions, empathy, etc.);

literacy ★★★★★ - she's very passionate about poetry, fables and tales of any kind! she sometimes dabbles herself in writing small portion of stories or even short poetry);

creativity ★★★★★ - she's super creative and utterly likes playing with crafts and drawings (she, for example, draws all the herbs and flowers she pick up during her botanical searches, as to keep track of evry species she finds);

cooking ★★★★☆ - super creative even in the kitchen! but most of all, she's very keen on sweets and cakes, since she's a huge sweet tooth;

Tech savvy ★☆☆☆☆ - she doesn't even know how to properly install anything at all, since she isn't really into logic stuff... she prefers simple things;

combat ★★☆☆☆ - she's more into healing than into fighting, obviously, but when it comes to help someone, she doesn't mind and puts all her effort to be helpful even in this kind of situation;

survival ��★☆☆☆ - not really a competence she has mastered, but at least she learnt the very basics of surviving, just in case she happenes to get lost in a wood;

stealth ★★☆☆☆ she is a bit goofy at times, so she isn't exactly the best for being stealth, especially during special missions or even to not get caught when in the act of stealing some sweets from the kitchen utility room - never happened, but just in case you want to picture her in some realistic situation;

street smarts ★☆☆☆☆ - being part of the nobility didn't really give her the opportunity to learn something useful from the streets, but she's kind and candid enough to politely ask for help, in case of necessity;

seduction ☆☆☆☆☆ - please, she's a cutiepie, not a seductive succuba (｡•́︿•̀｡);

Luck ★★★★☆ - she considers herself very lucky, especially when it comes to finding lost things or getting occasions in the perfect timing;

Handling animals ★★★★★ - she's very loving towards animals and really likes taking care of them, not really minding the origins or the dangerousness of them (she adopted a baby wyvern, for exemple);

pacifying children ★★★★☆ - she's very good with kids, since she used to take care of some orphans during her staying in Hoshido: she kept some of them at the castle and she used to deal with them and their argues everyday - she always did her best to keep them calm;

MIND

Intelligence ★★★★☆ - not super smart, but she does have a great memory and a pretty interesting method to catalogue things and tasks: if we count even the emotive intelligence, then we can say she's quite a smarty girl;

Happiness ★★★★★ -most content girl in the monastery probably! but let's say that sometimes, she does feel lonely, because she kinda miss her family… but luckily for her, she can cope with it quite easily;

Spirituality ★★★★★ - she's deeply connected with the world of spiritualism, especially the one connected with plants and nature; she's also quite bond with the realm of death, since she can sense her mother's spirit through nature;

Confidence ★★★☆ ☆ - not so confident in her capacity and in her resistance, but she puts all her effort to be sufficient in all she does;

Humor ★★★☆☆ - not a great sense of humor, but she appreciates the humor of the others and she does laugh a lot - her laughter it's quite contagious too;

Anxiety ★★★★☆ - it depends on the situation, but she can be quite nervous and anxious when it comes to situations regarding certain portion of her past life;

Patience ★★★★☆ - she learned to be patient through her wor with kids, especially regarding the necessity of being calm in certain situations;

Passion ★★★☆☆ - she's passionate but in a tender way, not as she's striving to do or to say, she's just very attentive, yet cautious;

nice ★★★★★ mean - always nice and amiable ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

brave ★★★★☆ cowardly - she always puts herself in first line, as she learned from her brothers;

pacifist ★★★★★ violent - definitely a kind soul who only wants everyone to be happy and safe (｡•́︿•̀｡)

thoughtful ★★★☆☆ impulsive - let's say she tries to think before act, but sometimes it just happens, without thinking through;

agreeable ★★★★☆ contrary - she finds an agreement most of the time; if not, she tries to negotiate;

idealistic ★★★☆☆ pragmatic - she's a very dreamy girl, but as times passed, she learned the hard way that she had to stick to reality if she wanted to keep going (even though, she still keeps dreaming);

frugal ★★★★☆ big spender - she doesn't like spending money when she doesn't neeed to - she likes to keep it simple;

extrovert ★★★☆☆ introvert - she's a bit shy at first, but soon becomes a chatter when you get to know her better;

collected ★★★★★ wild - she's very gentle and well educated due to the strict education she received when she was a little child;

ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist

SOCIAL

charisma ★★★☆☆ - she's nt very charismatic, but she does have some cute appeal - can we call it like that?

empathy ★★★★★ - she's probably the most caring and affectionate human being, feeling the emotions of the others and doing her best to alleviate the suffering from the others; she's quite the empathetic type of person and regardless her well-being, she always puts the others over her;

generosity ★★★★★ - whenever she can, she does help with the canteen organisation, she helps the church with donations and she offers her aid as a 'nurse' too;

wealth ★☆☆☆☆ - she doesn't value money a lot, but she does know the value of being rich: this way, she knows that being rich certainly alleviate many problems, but she always tries to find another way around to be happy;

honest ★★★★☆ deceptive - she is most of the time honest, but sometimes a white lie doesn't hurt anyone if used correctly;

leader ★☆☆☆☆ follower - definitely not a leader, as she doesn't like being at the center of the attention; she rather listens to what other have to say, instead of commanding people around;

polite ★★★★★ rude - very very polite since she was little! she was taught that way, so she has always behaved like this;

political ★★★☆☆ indifferent - she doesn't like politics, but sometimes she has to deal with it, since her duty as a princess requires that, in some occasions.

BELIEFS

higher power ★☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ - she doesn't like power in general, so;

fate/destiny ★★★☆☆ - she isn't completely oblivious to fate, but she likes to believe that there is some sort of connections between people;

magic ★★★★★ - she's a magic user, so she definitely has a preference for that kind of world (as a matter of fact, she started to study magic after her mother passed away, as a way to connect with the afterlife);

soulmates ★★★★☆ - she a romantic girl and she does hope to find the love of her life through some sort of deeply connection; she does believe in soulmates, but she has never found one;

good and evil ★★★★☆ -obviouly a strong believer, but she doens't like talking about a strict division: there is a single entity that bears both sides and depending on how good or how bad humans behave, the entity is afflicted by the consquences of actions of each individual;

luck ★★★☆☆ - not so lucky, nor so unlucky; she simpy doesn't believe in it.

PRIORITIES

family ★★★★★ - the most important thing in her life and she couldn't do nothing without it;

friends ★★★★☆ - they held a special place in her heart, right beside her family;

love ★★★★★ - she believes in love and she thinks that it is like the engine of each relationship: without love, you can't really have a relations (of any kind) with somebody;

home ★★★★★ - she's very homesick at times, but she hides it quite naturally and easily: she learnt to be strong and brave enough to be awya from her home, but at the same time, she feels it in her chest, as if it has been there the whole time since she trasferred at Garreg Mach Monastery;

health ★★☆☆☆ - not her health, the health of the others;

praise ★★★★☆ - she takes compliments in an awkward way, but a praisal is something different for her: it's like having achieved something important and receiving the good amount of love for this;

justice ★★★☆☆ - she doesn't it as something quite relevant in her life: she likes when things are fair, but she doesn't like to interfere if something is going wrong;

truth ★★★★☆ - the truth always reveals the right path and the right choice to make;

power ☆☆☆☆☆ - not liking it in her brothers and father, she tried to deviate from this alignment, being much more participative in beneficial projects;

fame ☆☆☆☆☆ - not her interest, at all;

wealth ☆☆☆☆☆ - she's not really materialistic and the most amazing wealth she could take, is the one related to the soul;

others’ opinions ★★★☆☆ - she values the opinion of the others, but she obviously discern it from the important decisions: she usually asks for assistence for understanding something new, caring about the opinion she receves, but learning to distinguish them from the ones made with malice.

#headcanon #//this was so surprisingly good!#had it in my drafts for ages lol

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Meet [some of] the Clans

👹 Clan Brujah

The Brujah are a clan of radicals and troublemakers, Embracing those willing to put someone in their place if the situation calls for it. Most see themselves as warriors with a cause, and these Rebels are guided by their passions, strength, and dedication to their ideals — whatever those may be.

They are cursed with the bane of a Violent Temper – the Blood of the Brujah simmers with barely contained rage, exploding at the slightest provocation.

When their Beast wins, their compulsion of Rebellion takes over – the vampire takes a stand against whatever or whomever they see as the status quo in the situation, whether that’s their leader, a viewpoint expressed by a potential vessel, or just the task they were supposed to do at the moment.

🐺 Clan Gangrel

Often closer to beasts than other vampires, the Gangrel style themselves apex predators. These Ferals prowl the wilds as easily as the urban jungle, and no clan of vampires can match their ability to endure, survive, and thrive in any environment. Often fiercely territorial, their shapeshifting abilities even give the undead pause. Prefer to embrace people who are unafraid and have a will to survive - occasionally when a victim vehemently resists feeding or shows no fear moving through the wilderness at night for an extended period of time [up to months]. Look down upon clan members who requested and were granted their embrace.

They are cursed with the bane of Bestial Features – in frenzy, Gangrel gain one or more animal features: a physical trait, a smell, or a behavioral tic. These features last for one more night afterward, lingering like a hangover following debauchery.

When their Beast wins, their compulsion of Feral Impulses kicks in – returning to an animalistic state, the vampire regresses to a point where speech is hard, clothes are uncomfortable, and arguments are best settled with teeth and claws.

👁️‍🗨️ Clan Malkavian

Derided as Lunatics by other vampires, the Blood of the Malkavians lets them perceive and foretell truths hidden from others. Like the “wise madmen” of poetry their fractured perspective stems from seeing too much of the world at once, from understanding too deeply, and feeling emotions that are just too strong to bear.

They are cursed with a bane of a Fractured Perspective – all Malkavians are cursed with at least one type of supernatural, mental derangement. Depending on their history and the state of their mind at death, they may experience delusions, visions of terrible clarity, or something entirely different.

When their Beast wins, they fall to their compulsion of Delusion – their extrasensory gifts running wild, the vampire experiences what might be truths or portents, but what others call figments of imagination, dredged up by Hunger.

👨‍🦯 Clan Nosferatu

The Nosferatu wear their curse on the outside. Their bodies horribly twisted and deformed through the Embrace, they lurk on the fringes of most cities, acting as spies and brokers of information. Using animals and their own supernatural capacity to hide, nothing escapes the eyes of the so-called Sewer Rats. Tend to embrace extreme social outcasts like the homeless or drug addicts, but will also embrace particularly beautiful people as a form of punishment for their arrogance and cruelty to those less privileged than them.

They are cursed with a bane of Repulsiveness – hideous and vile, all Nosferatu are physically deformed in some way by their Embrace. Some can still pass for mortal, while others are walking breaches of the Masquerade. Most Nosferatu employ powers of misdirection to mask their hideous appearance when among others.

When their Beast wins, they give in to their compulsion of Cryptophilia – the need to know permeates the vampire. They become consumed with a hunger for secrets, to know that which few or no one knows, almost as strong as that for blood. They also refuse to share secrets with others, except in strict trade for greater ones.

🌹 Clan Toreador

Known for their seductive nature, enthralling demeanor, and eloquent grace to the point of obsession, Toreador vampires Embrace artists and lovers into their ranks, forever trying to stir their own deadened hearts. Supernaturally graceful and charming, the Divas are always looking for the next thrill, leaving a detritus of discarded lovers and victims in their wake.

They are cursed with a bane of Aesthetic Fixation – Toreador exemplify the old saying that art in the blood takes strange forms. They desire beauty so intensely that they suffer in its absence.

When their Beast wins, their compulsion of Obsession takes over – enraptured by beauty, the vampire becomes temporarily obsessed with a singular gorgeous thing, able to think of nothing else.

📖 Clan Tremere

The arcane Clan Tremere were once a house of mortal mages who sought immortality but found only undeath. As vampires, they’ve perfected ways to bend their own Blood to their will, employing their sorceries to master and ensorcel both the mortal and vampire world. Their power makes them valuable, but few vampires trust their scheming ways.

They are cursed with the bane of Deficient Blood – Tremere vitae cannot Blood Bond other Kindred, though they themselves can be Bound by Kindred from other clans.

When their Beast wins, they give in to their compulsion of Perfectionism – nothing but the best satisfies the vampire. Anything less than exceptional performance instills a profound sense of failure, and they often repeat tasks obsessively to get them “just right.”

⚔️ Clan Ventrue

The Ventrue are not called the Clan of Kings for nothing. Carefully choosing their progeny from mortals familiar with power, wealth, and influence, the Ventrue style themselves the aristocrats of the vampire world. Their members are expected to assume command wherever possible, and they’re willing to endure storms for the sake of leading from the front.

They are cursed with the bane of Rarefied Tastes – when a Ventrue drinks blood from any mortal outside their preference, a profound exertion of will is required or the blood taken surges back up as scarlet vomit. These preferences can range from genuine brunettes, people of Swiss descent, those who suffer PTSD, or those who are left handed - each Ventrue is unique in their rarefied palette.

When their Beast wins, they fall to their compulsion of Arrogance – the need to rule rears its head in the vampire. They stop at nothing to assume command of a situation.

💧The Thin-Bloods

Neither entirely vampire nor mortal, the ever changing nature of the Duskborn evokes pity, jealousy, and fear in equal measure. Considered little more than trash by most vampires, the thin-bloods are banding together, leveraging their resistance to sunlight and the strange, mercurial adaptability of their powers against their oppressors.

They have no specific Bane, however, they are the product of a 13th or higher generation Kindred Embracing a mortal. Most are too weak to blood bond with a mortal and cannot perform the Embrace with any certainty.

There are, of course, other Kindred Clans to introduce, but for our readers, contributors, and would-be-Kindred, this is an excellent place to start.

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