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hopelesslyromanticshark · 26 days

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Okay so you’ve done things with Child of Persephone reader and Nico and I loved those.

But I have an idea. Percy Jackson and daughter of Amphitrite. He has a step-sister now too lol. Could you platonic headcanons about their sibling dynamic?

Have a good day/night/evening!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ platonic! percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader hcs

content: platonic! percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader hcs warning: none i do not believe author's note: step siblings rise up frfr. platonic is so fun but also...tbh ran out of ideas lmao- I THINK ITS SHORT AND SWEET OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE-

you two were aware of each others presence but...didn't talk to start with

it was a tad bit awkward

you guys were relatively close in age, you were only a few months younger than percy

which could only mean that amphitrite found out about poseidon's infidelity and pulled an uno reverse card

i mean, you guys exchanged the brief conversation every now and then

"hey, do you think you could...ya know...tell your pegasus to stop trying to kill me?"

"sorry, he's, uh, hes not a big fan of your moms. oh, and could you tell the dolphins to stop knocking me off my surfboard...please?"

"sorry, they're not a big fan of your dad either."

obvi you both wanted to be closer, a shared yearning for the ocean that you felt like no one else would understand but it was just two awkward

until spring break, a year or so into you guys know each other

percy had been invited to spend his spring break with his dad and tyson at the palace and you'd gotten the same invitation from your mom

neither of you were aware the other had been invited until you showed, staring awkwardly at each other.

"oh, hey, jackson."

"sup, ln."

cue whistling to break the silence until your parents walk in, both of you heaving sighs of relief

but everything change the first night in poseidon and amphitrite's domain

percy had already changed into his fish pajamas, a sleep mask he'd stolen from annabeth nestled into his hair and about to be pulled over his eyes when there was a rapid knocking on his bedroom door

he frowned but spung it open to reveal you, buzzing excitement

"what's up-"

"come on! come on!" you cheered, cutting him off, grabbing his arm and dragging him as you raced off to gods know where

he really had no choice but to follow, but a smile slowly grew on his face as you dragged him to some large window

tons of fish were swimming around, schools and schools of brightly colored fish darting in and out of the coral and seaweed

large sharks loomed a bit higher up, but they were relatively docile, some even bumping against the glass like they wanted pets and bellyrubs

"look!" you all but screamed, pointing up and forcing percy to follow to where a huge whale shark was floating by

it locked eyes with the children of the sea and tilted it's massive fin in what could only be considered a wave

you squealed in excitement before plopping down, criss cross, to continue to watch the marine life

"i just thought you'd want to see it. you can go to bed if you'd like," you told percy, glancing up with him, nervousness creeping into your features as you realized what you've just done

"and miss the show? i don't think so," percy eased, waving his hand in dismissal as he sat down next to you

you two shared a small smile and nod, an understand of each other before turning your eyes back to the sea creatures

poseidon and amphitrite found their children the next morning slumped together before the window, drooling and snoring all over each other

from that point on, you and percy were a recipe for trouble

and then add tyson and it's a real mess

they have crazy ideas and tyson's just like 'i could build that'

and then they do

the most extravagant pranks, always signed with a doodle of a shark and a dolphin so people know who did it

like banksy but with pranks lmao

you both watch moana, religiously

once forced poseidon and amphitrite to watch it too, but with the added effects of you and percy doing the dances and singing the songs terribly off pitch

percy is moana and you are maui, always

you feel awkward the first time percy brings you home to his mom, proudly presenting you like you were a cat he found in a dumpster three blocks over

you're worried sally won't be your biggest fan bc of your mom but girl doesn't even care, pulling you into a tight hug and offering you cookies

and sometimes, following some epic prank on jason, you both just go and sit on the beach together

no words need to be shared, the water lapping at your toes more than enough comfort

"i can't believe at one point we weren't close," you'd mutter, youre words nearly lost in the sounds of the surf.

"seriously. now you're stuck with me for life," percy laughed, bumping his shoulder with yours

"brother from another mother or whatever," you giggled and percy rolled his eyes

"sister from another mister or something like that," percy tacked on, which just fueled the both of your laughs

the best of step siblings, even if they were a little awkward in the beginning

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #platonic! percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x reader

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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 9 months

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Shadowed Ripples (Deuce x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild violence (brief fistfight), mild hurt/comfort

“That’s a big ass fish!” Ace declared as he stared up into the large tank.

There was, indeed, a very big fish that swam by. You glanced over at the small info cards that decorated the sides of the display tank. “I think that’s a sturgeon.”

“What other fish could be that big?” Epel asked.

“Various creatures trump the size of a sturgeon.” You glanced over your shoulder to see Sebek approach your little group from behind. “Whales, sharks, crocodiles, squids.” Sebek crossed his arms as a brash smirk twitched at his lips. “You humans would know such things if you cared to read.”

“Would’cha quit with that better than thou shit?” Epel cut back at Sebek. “Take that ‘humans er better than fae’ crap and shove it up yur-!”

“Epel!” Epel winced at the sound of Vil’s harsh tone, his head snapping in that direction. There Vil stood at the tank three paces away, the one that held a series of colorful jellyfish. His eyes were so sharp they could cut glass - even you gave a shiver. You and Epel both meekly turned your heads away, though Epel’s was followed by a grumble of words you couldn’t discern.

“What do you want to see next?” Deuce stepped over to your side, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. It was the one he often wore while he was out riding his magical wheel - the leather was resilient to water, which was why he wore it today. No rain would dampen this aquarium trip. He smiled down at you as he patiently waited for your answer, his cyan eyes catching the light from the tanks. They looked pretty…

“I saw a sign outside advertising manta rays,” you said. “They have tanks shallow enough for you to pet them; I want to try that!”

“That baby stuff?” Ace laughed. “What’re you, four?”

“Ace, shut up.” Deuce huffed before he turned back to you. “Let’s go find out where they are, [Y/n].”

“You babies have fun,” Ace chuckled as he waved you off. “Me and Epel are gonna go look at some actual cool shit.”

“Like the anaconda that scared the piss outta ya when it came down from its branch?” Epel snickered.

“Shut up, dude!”

You let out your own chuckle as Ace was reprimanded for his raise of voice by Trein. That was the last you saw of Ace as you and Deuce separated from the group and turned into the hall that led to the other part of the aquarium.

***

“There they are!” Deuce pointed towards the little shallow tank of water in the center of a room in the distance. Sure enough, there were the manta rays you’d been searching for. Your smile widened as you and Deuce walked over to the open pool of water, so clear it almost sparkled in the lighting. You were about to reach out and touch one, but you were compelled to glance over at Deuce. He gave a nod as he said, “Go ahead! I’m just going to take off my jacket real quick.”

You gave a nod in return before you went about your fun. You dipped your hand into the cool water and reached out to one of the little manta rays swimming about. When your fingertips grazed its back, you gasped: It was slippery! A little slimy, too, but not in a gross way. It felt a bit like lip gloss, maybe nail polish. You didn’t linger on the thought too long - you were too preoccupied with petting the little creatures.

Deuce came to stand beside you a minute later. After a glance at the tank attendant, his hand slipped into the water close to yours. The smallest of giggles left his lips as his fingers touched a manta ray’s back; you couldn’t help but think how cute the sound was. As the two of you continued petting the rays, you asked Deuce, “Have you ever been to an aquarium before?”

“A few times,” he replied. “My mom worked at one for a while when I was little. She would get discounts on tickets, so she’d bring me there on the weekends when she was able.” He glanced at you as he recalled the memories. “We didn’t have a lot of money back then, so I only went twice, maybe three times. Still, I’m happy I got to experience that with her - and now with you.”

Your heart fluttered at that last part. Deuce seemed genuinely joyful at the fact he got to come here with you and your friends. Sure, this was part of the school trip, but…it felt special when he put it like that. You smiled back at him as you nodded, “I’m glad, too.”

Just then, your hands accidentally brushed. Deuce let out a small gasp and yanked his away and out of the water, sending a few droplets splattering to the ground. “Sorry!” he blurted out.

“Sir, please keep your voice down,” said the tank attendant.

“S-Sorry, ma’am,” Deuce uttered, clearly embarrassed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction; Deuce could really be adorable at times. You took your hand out of the water and shook it a little to dry it. “It’s okay, Deuce. It’s not like it hurt or anything.”

Deuce simply nodded his head meekly. It was just a touch, no big deal. Why was he so flustered? Before you could ask, Deuce grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser at the corner of the tank. He walked back over and handed you a few. You took them with a ‘thank you’ as you began to dry your hands. As you looked around the room, then back to Deuce, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Deuce, where did you put your jacket?”

“Hm?” Deuce perked up at your question. “Oh, over there.” He pointed at the bench behind him - but there was no jacket. A look of panic crossed his face as he glanced around the room. As you’d noticed before, his leather jacket was nowhere in sight. Deuce jogged over to the tank attendant, and in the most polite, yet rushed way asked, “Excuse me, ma’am? Have you seen a leather jacket anywhere? I put mine on that bench over there.”

“Leather jacket?” The woman thought for a moment, then she seemed to remember something. “Oh, yes, I saw it there a moment ago. I…I believe someone grabbed it.”

“Who did?” Deuce glanced around the room to try and find the person in question.

“A boy around your age,” she replied. “They just left.”

Deuce quickly thanked the woman before he sprinted out of the room, muttering apologies to the people he passed by in a hurry. You haphazardly tossed your paper towels in the trash can before you took off after him.

***

You finally caught up to Deuce outside the aquarium, where a few picnic tables were scattered about. It looked like a small garden set aside for people to eat in. Three guys sat on one of the tables, the middle wearing a very familiar jacket. Deuce was already in front of them, voice calm and level, yet by his body language you saw he was irritated. “Excuse me,” he said, “that’s mine.”

“Huh?” The young man turned his head to look down at Deuce. He was around the same height, but he had the high ground from where he stood on the table. “This one?” He opened the leather jacket and did a little spin, then gave Deuce a grin - one an asshole would give. “Sorry, man, finder’s keepers~ If you wanted to keep it so bad, you shouldn’t have left it.”

“I took it off so I wouldn’t get it in the water.” You could tell Deuce was trying to keep it together. “It was right behind me on the bench, where I left it. You didn’t think to ask if it belonged to anyone?”

“Why?” The boy smirked as his words were lined with a faint chuckle. “As I said, if you wanted to keep it so bad, you should have left it on - maybe tied it around your waist. You just abandoned it there - sounds to me like someone who doesn’t care for it.”

“My mom gave me that jacket.” You’d forgotten about that. You watched as Deuce’s hands slowly balled into fists. “I do care about it.”

“Aww, your mommy gave it to you?~” The man and his buddies let out a small bit of laughter as the leader mocked him. “Well, then mommy’s little boy should take better care of his things.”

“Look, man,” Deuce’s voice grew more angry by the minute, “just give it back.” He held out his hand. “We’ll forget all about it if you do. I don’t want things to get ugly.”

“Ugly?” The guy laughed. “What’re you gonna do, huh? I could snap you like a twig!”

“Would you just give it back?!” you piped up, equally as angry as you marched up to the picnic table. As you approached, you noticed something about the boy: on his shirt was pinned an RSA pendant. He was a Royal Sword student? And he acted like this?! Guess the school wasn’t full of ‘goody two shoes’, as Ace once told you. They had their own share of assholes.

You decided to try and use that newfound knowledge to your advantage. “Do you really need us to get your headmaster involved? I’ll go get him myself!”

“Oh really?” The guy jumped down the table and stepped in front of you. “Who do you think he’s gonna believe, huh? Us, three of his most beloved students, or,” he grabbed your collar and yanked you forward, “some snot nosed NRC-”

He let go of your collar as he was suddenly yanked back and thrown to the ground. Deuce stood before him, face twisted in rage as he glared down at him. “Don’t touch them. Never touch them!” Deuce cracked his knuckles. “You wanna fight someone, you fight me.”

“Hey!” One of the guy's friends stood up and grabbed Deuce’s shoulder. “Who do you think you-?!”

That guy was shoved back onto the picnic bench. The third came up from behind and tried to punch Deuce, but Deuce ducked out of the way and delivered his own square to the guy’s nose. The student yelled out in pain as he, too, stumbled to the ground. The leader got back on his feet and charged at Deuce; unfortunately, he managed to hit him in the stomach. Though Deuce wobbled a few steps back and groaned in pain, he quickly regained himself. Swiftly, he grabbed the guy by the shirt, surely about to start beating him to a pulp - and then the double doors behind you swung open.

***

You watched as the two headmages, Ambrosius and Crowley, shook hands, ending their conversation. You stood close by, nervous at what they’d agreed upon. When Crowley had stepped through the doors and broke up the fight, an argument ensued. The RSA students tried to accuse Deuce of attacking them because of their school, while you and Deuce explained that the boys had stolen Deuce’s jacket and refused to give it back. You also mentioned that the leader of the friend group had grabbed you by the collar, and that was the reason why Deuce attacked. Not long after, Ambrosius had arrived; apparently, another RSA student had heard the commotion and went to fetch him. Ever since then, the two had been in a discussion as to what to do with the boys.

Your eyes landed on Deuce, who sat on a bench a small distance away. The three RSA students still sat at the picnic tables within the little garden, one of which now had a bruise forming on his face. The leather jacket was no longer on the lead’s person; as Crowley approached you, you saw it was now draped over his arm. “Would you please hold this?” he asked as he offered you the jacket. You nodded and took it without a word. Crowley then walked over to where Deuce sat, head hung low in shame. He’d been like that since he realized what he’d done - that he’d tapped into his delinquency again.

Your heart sank as you watched Deuce look up at the headmage as he addressed him. You wished you could hear what they were saying. Deuce looked so disappointed in himself…so sad. He nodded along to whatever Crowley was saying; when the short conversation ended, you were able to read Deuce’s lips as he said, “Yes, sir. Thank you, Headmage.” The man laid a comforting hand on Deuce’s shoulder and patted it lightly before he walked off to dispel the small crowd of students that had gathered several feet away. You saw Ace, Epel, and Jack among them - you gave them a wave and a small, forced smile to try and ease their worried faces.

In moments, you were at Deuce’s side, sat next to him on the bench. You glanced down at the leather jacket in your arms; thankfully, there was not a scratch on it. You offered the garment to Deuce with a little smile. “It’s not damaged. I’m happy you got it back.”

Deuce’s cyan eyes flicked down to glimpse the jacket. He gently took it from your hands and put it on his lap. “Thanks…” he mumbled.

A silence filled the space between you two for a few minutes. You watched as the students dispersed, most going back to their regularly scheduled activities. Your small group of friends, however, lingered at the entrance to the aquarium, likely waiting for you two to join them. Your gaze then landed on the garden space several feet away. You could barely make out the face of Ambrosius as he spoke to the boys - scolded them, most likely. To you, he looked like a disappointed father. For the way the boys’ postures drooped as he led them away, you were sure they got the lecture of a lifetime. You just hoped they wouldn’t try and come back for vengeance at some point.

“Crowley said that he and Headmage Ambrosius believed us,” Deuce finally spoke. You turned your full attention to him as he continued. “He said this would be my only warning though…he told me to tell a staff member if something like that happened again.”

“That’s good.” You gave your friend a comforting smile as you placed your hand over his. “I’m happy you didn’t get in trouble.”

“Yeah.” Deuce looked like a kicked puppy, a deep frown set upon his face as he stared down at his jacket. “But I still messed up. He’s right - I should have just gone to one of the professors for help. They would have helped me…I need to stop being a delinquent.”

“You did nothing wrong, Deuce.” The pain in your heart mixed with anger as you thought back to the fight. “They picked a fight with you - you protected me. I would have done the same for you!”

Deuce let out a small chuckle at your words. The tiny smile that tugged at his lips quelled your anger for the time being. He glanced in your direction as he spoke. “Thank you, [Y/n]. You…weren’t scared, were you?”

“A little.” You gently squeezed his hand. “I was afraid of you getting hurt.”

There was a glimmer of something in Deuce’s cyan orbs as he looked at you. His posture straightened as he scooted closer to you. His hand squeezed yours in return, a determination apparent in his voice as he began with, “[Y/n], I-”

“Hey, Deuce!” Both your heads looked in the direction of Jack, who now stood halfway between your bench and the entrance of the aquarium. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Jack.” Deuce suddenly appeared a little startled, but kept himself together. “Thanks for waiting on us.”

“No problem.” Jack smiled as his tail wagged a little behind him. He gestured back at the others with a nod of his head as he said, “We’re ready when you are.”

“We’ll be there in a second.” Deuce waited for Jack to turn and begin walking away before he faced you again. “C’mon, we should go. We only have an hour left here.”

“Yeah, we should.” You stood up from your seat on the bench, with Deuce quick to follow. Your smile grew as you saw Deuce slip back on his jacket. You glanced up at the sky - gray clouds still hung overhead. “I think the rain might start back up soon, too. It’s probably good to head back in.”

“Mhm,” Deuce mumbled, rolling his shoulders as the jacket slipped over them. He spared a glimpse over towards the entrance of the building; Ace, Epel, and Jack were gone, likely somewhere in the lobby. That determination rose in his heart - if he was going to make a move, he better do it now.

“By the way,” you lowered your gaze from the clouds back to Deuce, “what were you saying before-?”

A pair of lips met the skin of your cheek. You sucked in a breath as you gasped, eyes blown wide at the sudden contact. Deuce leaned back to his full height as he pulled away, his handsome face meeting your vision. An equally attractive smile was stretched across it, pretty cyan eyes looking right into yours as Deuce asked you the thing that’d been on his mind since last night. “Do you want to have lunch with me after this?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, blood rushed to your cheeks, your mind went nearly blank. Deuce, Deuce Spade, was he…asking you on a date? You slowly nodded your head as you let out a whispered, “Y-Yes.”

Deuce seemed to sigh in relief, shoulders now lax, loose of tension. He gave a small nod of his own, but it seemed to be more of an assurance to himself - that he just asked you that and succeeded. If only you could hear how giddy his thoughts were then. He offered his hand to you, “Let’s go, then. We’ll go eat after we leave here.”

Words were not possible to produce for you at the moment - you simply took his hand with a shaky smile and let him lead you onward. You barely registered the questions your friends asked you two, whether about the fight, what Crowley had said, or why you were smiling like an idiot. For several minutes, you had trouble registering the many aquatic animals swimming around the various dimly lit tanks. All you could focus on was Deuce Spade: his handsome smile, his warm hand, how the jacket hugged his attractive figure just right, how softly he spoke to you - and how pretty his eyes looked as they shined with the shadowed ripples along the aquarium walls.

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am-i-interrupting · 24 days

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I saw a demand for toxic Vox and— what if toxic Vox x equally toxic reader (except that reader is better at manipulation and pulling the strings).

Like, they are mutually OBSESSED with each other but their goddamn pride won't allow them to take a first step, so instead we get Vox sabotaging any potential love rival, Reader having it out for Valentino— and on a nsfw side, maybe Reader getting a plushie from Vox as an anonymous gift, but it has a hidden camera and well, long story short Reader knows and feigns ignorance as they have some spicy alone time (using toys) and Vox is fkn horknee and its a mutual masturbation.

(If this is too much or too chaotic, feel free to nitpick what you want! Also I prefer a male / gn reader but its gucci)

Yours truly,

🖍

Being Watched

Warnings: NSFW, electro play, sex toys, voyeurism

You were ready to go home. That was really all you wanted. You wanted to grab yourself a glass of wine and plop onto the couch.

Today had been shit. Valentino (because of course it was Valentino) had decided to interrupt your meeting with Vox to begin ranting. The two men lived in the same tower. Did it have to be during work hours?

After nearly three minutes of him ranting, you threatened to bring the man to his second death. He looked to Vox, scandalized and Vox packed things up, claiming the two of you were nearly done anyways.

Nearly done or not, he came into your time. You left pissed. Maybe you broke a window display on your way home. Maybe you didn’t.

Your mad march was stopped, however, when you saw a box at your door. You halted immediately and slowly picked up the box. It’s as fairly light.

There was a card attached to a bow with your name on it and no sender. It wasn’t a standard box. It was one specifically for presentation. You undid the bow and slowly opened the lid. Taking a peak inside, you saw a soft blinking light. When the lid was off, the light was gone and all that was left was a stuffed toy.

You opened your door. The box was set on your counter as you grabbed a glass. Your poured wine into it before you got the toy out.

It was a whale shark, not much more than a foot in length, and with two eyes on either side of an open mouth. It was so obvious who this was from.

You leaned across the counter and stared into the beaded eyes, into the camera, and at the man on the other side. You pulled back with a chuckle and took a sip from your glass. If he wanted to watch, fine. He could watch.

You debated if you should cook or not for only a second.

Grabbing the whale shark, you went to your bedroom. Quickly you scanned it before you found a vantage point centered on the bed.

“Here we go,” you said as you placed the plush there. “Perfect little spot for a perfect little thing.”

You stretched as you turned around, feigning thought but letting out a real groan as your shoulder popped. You rolled it and rubbed it while you made your way to your bed.

Bending over, you took off your shoes and socks. Then you pulled down your pants and underwear at once. Your shirt swiftly went over your head. You were impatient today.

You walked around the room, naked as can be, and bent down to give the stuffed animal a good look at your ass. You picked through your toys carefully. You were putting on a show.

You sat back down on your bed with a pillow between your legs. You grabbed one of the two dildos you’d placed on the bedside and began licking it. Your tongue glided against the sides, swirling at the tip.

It inched into your mouth. Your mouth stretched, your tongue was almost smooshed, your throat constricted around the dildo. You let it sit there for a moment, breathing carefully with your nose just above the base.

You gripped the end of it and quickly pulled it out then pushed it back in. You set yourself up quickly with a harsh, quick pace. The head of the dildo pressing against the back of your throat one second, gone the next, forcing itself back to its beginning placement and then starting the process over again.

You moaned, eyes rolling back. You gripped your hair with your free hand and pulled. A high pitched scream was muffled by your stuffed mouth.

You petted your own scalp. You ran your hand down your neck, squeezed the back of it, and then over your shoulders and torso. You paused for a brief second to nip at your nipples with a shark twist before you continued downwards.

Your skin quivered as you moved your hand to your pelvic bone. Your hips rocked against the pillow. You scratched the sensitive skin above your privates before you let yourself touch.

You gagged yourself on the dildo as you moaned and moved closer to your hand. You felt tears begin to prickle at your eyes. You flicked your fingers at the sensitive head of your genitals. You squeezed it between two fingers.

As an apology to yourself you rolled yourself between those same fingers, a nail going beneath your hood. Your eyes fluttered as all you saw was static.

You forced the dildo out of your mouth and coughed. Drool came from your mouth. It stringed down onto your thighs and the pillow between them.

“Fuck,” you moaned, voice harsh.

Your eyes flickered to the plush toy and you collapsed on yourself with a keen. Knowing he was watching just made it that much better.

The dildo still in your hands, you tilted it towards you. Your loose grip caused it to hit your face, smearing saliva onto your cheek. You moved your head up and opened your mouth. The head fell onto your lulled out tongue.

You licked it once. Then twice. You took the head alone between your lips and sucked on it. Your tongue swirled.

You closed your eyes and envisioned him. You envisioned Vox’s dick in your mouth. What he’d do and what he’d say.

The dildo slipped out from your lips.

“Vox,” you moaned into the empty room.

You looked forward, at the whale shark, at the camera, knowing he was watching. Your hips jerked and your breath hitched.

You removed your hand from yourself and used it to push yourself up.

You groaned, nearly collapsed on yourself again. Your thighs quivered.

You kept your body facing the camera as you reached to your bedside and grabbed two pinchers, two nipple clamps. You slowly, lethargically put them on. There was a painful pinch but then it became more reminiscent of pressure on a bruise.

You placed the small remote for them beneath your knee. You whined when you reached over to the bedside table again. The pressure of your body shifting to that very knee the remote was under caused the clamps to send an electric shock to your nipples.

“Fuck, Vox,” you said.

Your hand curled around the second dildo. It’d been slicked up with lube and, knowing you’d have a meeting with Vox today, that was enough. Your tight was having been stretched that morning and all day by a butt plug you’d received anonymously.

You slipped it out of you. You mourned the loss off stretch but you didn’t even notice it until it was gone. You’d grown accustomed to it during the day.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Vox looked like as he no doubt recognized the present from your no so secret admirer.

Did he moan? Did his claws shred through a desk or his clothes or perhaps his own skin? Was he smiling that manic smile he could get? Was his eye spiraling?

You whined at the thought. You tossed the butt plug onto a different part of the bed. You could worry with clean up later.

You stroked the dildo just once, making sure it was throughly lubed. It was a nice dildo, one of your favorites, also given to you by the man on the other side of the camera. If you had to guess, based on the dark base but electric blue tip, it might even be a replica.

That thought made sinking down onto it and feeling it stretch your ass so much sweeter. Your mouth fell open and your head rolled back. Your muscles clenched but couldn’t close. An ache, a wonderful, blissful ache consumed you.

“So good. Feels so good.”

Your nipples were electrocuted again. You spasmed, moaned, envisioned his hands sparking. Those claws dragging down your chest. You did a poor imitation of it.

You rocked back. You exposed your throat to the camera. You rocked back and forth. Into the fullness of the dildo and then into the shocks of the clamps.

Still, it wasn’t enough. It never was. You blindly reached for the other dildo. When your hands wrapped around it, they were met with dried saliva but you didn’t care.

You immediately, desperately scrambled to put it in your mouth. You choked, gagged. Your eyes prickled with tears. It was forced out of your mouth. When you were finished coughing, throat hoarse from the previous abuse, you shoved it back in. You gagged again but kept it lodged in your mouth.

One dick fucking your ass, the other your mouth. To top it all off, with your blurred vision, you could imagine the sparks on your now sensitive nipples were Vox’s hands.

You moaned and gagged on one dildo as you slammed down on the other. You reached for the remote of the nipple clamps and pounded the button. You convulsed and screamed, vision going white as tears spilled down your face and you legs shook.

You came to later with your body slumped against the bed frame, one dildo filling you up to the fullest, and the other, having fallen out of your mouth, rolling on the floor. The remote was sat upon your fingertips in the loosest grasp imaginable. Your tongue was lulled out as you panted.

You looked at the whale shark plush and your body twitched, wanting to give more at the reminder you were being watched.

“Fuck.”

Sluggishly, you planted a hand on the mattress only to feel your hand wet. “Fuck,” you said, now for a completely different reason. Worth it.

The next day, you saw Vox and you both played the game you always did, pretending you both hadn’t come while moaning each others names. Like you hadn’t had to wash your entire bedspread and Vox didn’t have to deep clean his keyboards. Like nothing had changed.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #nsft

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aravas-writing · 3 months

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I need to write something ffs

A funnyman's recap of Blue Archive

Volume 1 Chapter 1

The archiving system of this game's story can be confusing, but you end up rolling with it at some point.

Anyhow, we begin this first actual storyline of the game by Sensei accepting a plea for help from a smaller school.

Turns out Abydos Academy used to be the largest school before desertification ate most of the land belonging to it, resulting in attempts at disaster relief eating through funds. This got the school in deep shit with loan sharks...

And this is basically why that school only has 5 students remaining.

What the fuck.

But Sensei is undaunted and goes there on his own!

Except the district is still large as hell, so they end up lost and dehydrated after three hours. Considering it's a desert district...

But yeah, Sensei then gets found by a student who winds up taking them piggyback to Abydos Academy, where we meet the Foreclosure Task Force, aka the five last students of Abydos.

Now, I will have the cliffnotes less detailed here BC certain details will be mentioned as I go along this story.

Sunaookami Shiroko

Very sporty

The one to take Sensei all the way to Abydos on her back

Wears a Sig SSG 556 "White Fang 465"

Rarely emotes

Has a fucking combat drone

Very attached to the FTF

Anubis, judge of the dead

Kuromi Serika

Tsundere catgirl

AR70/223 "Sincerity" (lmao)

Extremely stubborn

Very hardworking

Bastet, goddess of cats

Izayoi Nonomi

The curves on this girl wtf

Head of provisions (snack provider)

Wields her "Mini No.5", a GE M134

Rich as fuck, does not act like it at all

Will offer lap pillows to people she likes

Nephthys, a goddess of death alongside her sister Isis

Okusora Ayane

Idk why, but that one was the full body pic I got for her in search

Treasurer of FTF

The one holding the Braincell

Flips the table when she reaches her limit

Compared to her, everyone acts like a nutcase (slight exaggeration)

SIG p229 "Common Sense"

Heals by drone strike

Either Isis, goddess of birth, rebirth and magic or Thoth, god of scribes and scholars

Takanashi Hoshino

Perma eepy

Talks like an old man

Has a foldable riot shield

Seeming bing chilling, actually worrywart

Loves marine life, like whales

Head of the FTF and acting student council prez

Beretta 1301 Tactical "Eye of Horus" (guess what god she is)

These are the last members of their school, and they are up shits creek without a paddle. Under siege by delinquents and over 900 Million Yen (about 9 Million Dollars) in debt and with almost no way to earn money, plus the interest rate, things are dire.

At least the siege can be solved by Sensei ordering some ammo for all and coordinating a counteroffensive. The debt, not so much.

Turns out Abydos went ignored by the GSC for some reason (politics, probs) and Sensei is their first ray of hope in a while.

Sorta. We later learn that Nonomi is so motherfucking rich that she has a credit card with no known upper limit and could wipe the debt out in a swipe. However, principle of the thing, so no do that.

Bit dumb, considering, but they get by... barely.

So their next course of action to get some money is to find out about jobs in their area. Serika winds up falling for a pyramid scheme, so we all band together to fuck these fraudsters up.

Next suggestion: rob a bank!

Shiroko seems to be a big fan of Payday, enough so that her hobby is planning bank heists. Of course they need masks and a plan and new identities of this.

The name "Masked Swimsuit Gang" ends up sticking. (They don't even wear swimsuits here)

However, before then, a new threat arises! The loan sharks are a subsidy of Kaiser Corporation, the biggest corp in Kivotos and all-around assholes. The head twat hires a certain agency to ensure Abydos' demise and securing what remains of the land the last Prez sold off for loans.

They are Problem Solver 68 and they are....

A bunch of misfits

Onikata Kayoko

Listens to death metal

Loves cats

The one with the brain

H&K P30L with Silencer "Demon's Roar"

Very level headed

Actual sweetheart

Asagi Mutsuki

Nicknamed "The Imp"

Kind of kusogaki

Mischievous, likes pranking people

Will kill for the people she likes

Pranks the people she likes a lot

Her and her new year's alt has some of the most questionable Live2Ds

MG5 "Trick or Trick"

Igusa Haruka

The kind of girl you just want to swaddle in a blanket and protect her from all harm

Went through horrible bullying in middle school

Nonexistent self esteem

Described to have a dangerous mind

Grows weeds because she associates with them

FABARM SDASS Tactical "Blow Away"

Who did this to her I just wanna talk-

Rikuhachima Aru

That one Blue Archive song, "Unwelcome School", is heavily associated with her

You see her and think "badass"

Haruka thinks so; Aru put a stop to the bullying

However: she is a GIGANTIC FUCKING DORK

She does not recognise the Abydos students when they're wearing just a mask

Loves to act cool, panicking inside

She founded her part timer agency because she wanted to be a outlaw

Her schemes fly by the seat of her pants

She is a complete lovable idiot

PSG-1 "Wine Red Admire"

Naturally, problem solver 68 ends up befriending their apparent targets (they didn't know at the time) while out eating at a ramen shop Serika works at. All of that before they go and attack the school and fail to defeat the FTF because Sensei magic.

Aru panics and regroups and then meets the girls again! While they're in masks and on their way to rob a black market bank because if has the money they paid as interest to fuck shit loans.

Everyone but Aru recognises them, who thinks they're so god damn cool for robbing a bank.

It's unfortunate that PS69- sorry, 68 gets outta dodge because asshole McGee is assmad they failed to put the screws on Abydos.

Sensei offers help, but has to be kindly refused. Don't worry, this lovable moron and her unstoppable crew of one punk chick, one imp and one High-powered depression-run bomb builder of a school girl terrorist will be back

And, yes, that one is Haruka, who winds up blowing up the Ramen store because she thought it would help Aru.

Help this girl.

Back to story: FTF can't take the money home because it wouldn't be okay, so they leave the bag with blown-up ramen shop owner (he's okay, just a little singed).

Suddenly, invasion! Not by Kaiser Corp, but by Gehenna Academy, one of the big three! They wanna learn what the fuck is up for reasons. This time, I'll write what happens with each of the featured characters in the bullet notes because that is their only appearance in the story.

Shiromi Iori

Sporty, think Track and Field

Member of the Prefect Team

Very much for law and order

Hunts down troublemakers

Hot headed, spearheads the assault to Abydos and gets her cheeks clapped for it

One of the very few students canon Sensei acts lewd towards

We talking licking her feet (????), we talking bothering her with tasks, we talking looking up her skirt

Yeah, I don't know either, but she tends to send mixed signals

During summer event: "I'm not wearing a swimsuit so you can perv on me!" Proceeds to wear the skimpiest swimsuit the age rating can allow

Karabiner 98k (the deleter rifle from back when call of duty was still young). Hers is called "Crack shot"

Aaaa it turns out only 10 pics per post! Will reblog this with continuation

Oh btw, during that fight Serika tanks a grenade from a fucking Flak. We get told she just had to "sleep it off for a day"

What. The. Fuck. Are these students

#blue archive #kuromi serika #sunaookami shiroko #izayoi nonomi #okusora ayane #takanashi hoshino #shiromi iori #rikuhachima aru #igusa haruka #asagi mutsuki #onikata kayoko

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hannahhook7744 · 1 month

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'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook' Moodboards (Revamped)(Part 4);

Liberty Edith Titan.

Age 15 years old.

Daughter of Arges the Cyclops and .

Cyclops and Back Up Carpenter of The Storm Bringer.

Family: Arges the Cyclops (Father),

(Mother).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Wood carving, bug/insect collecting, painting, embroidery art, metal working, arson, playing games, playing ball, taking care of animals, weapon making, listening to music, fruit picking, dumpster diving, treasure hunting, carpentry, hunting, running, hiking, climbing, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Wooden Club.

She doesn't have magic but she does have inhumane strength and she's strangely good at mimicking people's voices.

Theme Song: "Roar."

Michelle 'Misty' Del Rey-Silver.

Age 16 years old.

Daughter of John Silver and Marina Del Rey.

Mermaid and Diver of the Storm Bringer.

Family: John Silver (Father),

Marina Del Rey (Mother),

Shania Silver (Sister).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Dumpster diving, treasure hunting, diving, swimming, playing the bongos, swimming with the sharks, smoothie making, jellyfish catching, fishing, water fights, sea shell collecting, sand sculpture building, listening to music, dancing, exploring, playing games, Whale baiting, Jewelry making, sculpting/carving, tattooing, scavenging, racing, knitting, and story telling.

Weapon of Choice: Harpoon.

She has mermaid powers but not magic.

Theme Song: "Just the Way I Am."

D.E Anonymous.

Age 12-15 years old.

Daughter of Unknown.

Anonymous Helper of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Unknown.

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Singing sea shanties, dancing, parkour, hide n' seek, reading, playing cards, embroidery, sewing, writing, art, self designing, spying, babysitting, climbing, swimming, pickpocketing, and crocodile wrestling.

Weapon of Choice: Slingshot, Catapult, Canon, and Rocks.

It is unknown whether they have any magical abilities or powers. Oc is based on @dragoneyes618 .

Theme Song: "Secret."

Shan Bri.

Age 13 years old.

Daughter of Shan Yu and Xianniang.

Back Up Kid Wrangler of the Stormbinger Crew.

Family: Shan Yu (Father),

Xianniang (Mother),

Shan Desiree and Shan Deja (Sisters),

Shan Simon, Shan Shing, and Shan Shiro (Brothers).

Pet(s): Fernando (Succulent).

Hobbies: Archery, gardening, cooking, baking, various forms of art, sparring, playing games, wrestling, swimming, playing with fire, sword fighting, learning languages, surfing the web, horseback riding, rat trapping, hunting, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow & Butterfly Knife.

It is unknown whether they have any magical abilities or powers. Oc is based on @mysticfables .

Theme song: "Warriors."

Tiger Khan.

Age 14 years old.

She was found and adopted by Shere Khan for unknown reasons, learned to talk from other isle kids, and was simply known by Tiger.

Translator of the Stormbringer Crew.

Family: Shere Khan (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Drawing, Embroidery, Hunting, fishing, writing, reading, watching tv, vandalism, graffiti, dancing, swimming, parkour, climbing, cooking, sailing, photography, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Bone Knife and Knife Gloves.

They have no magic. Oc is based on @panthera-tigris-venenata .

Theme Song: "Welcome to the Jungle."

Fiona Freelend Foundling.

Age 8 years old. Abandoned/orphaned fairy child with dark wings that just popped up on the isle out of nowhere. No one knows who she really is.

She is the look out of the Stormbringer Crew.

Family: None/Unknown.

Pet(s): Bagul (Skunk).

Hobbies: Dancing, drawing, collecting stuffed animals/creepy things/bugs/silly bands/slap bands, acting , sewing, coloring, having tea parties, listening to music, trick or treating, playing dress up, knitting, meteorology, creative writing/poetry, arts and crafts, catching fire flies, acting, learning, and gardening.

Weapon of Choice: Bat Handled Sword.

They have fairy powers.

Theme song: "Hide and Seek."

Noah Sage Napoleon Bradford Aoratos.

Age 8 years old.

Son of Persephone and Hades.

Prince of the underworld and cabin boy of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Hades Aoratos (Father),

Persephone Athanasiou (Mother),

Melinoë and Makaria Athanasiou and Skia Aoratos (Full Blooded Sisters),

Zagreus Athanasiou (Full Blooded [allegedly] Brother),

Hadie Aoratos (Twin Brother),

Treycor Fae-Aoratos, Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (Half Brothers),

Darcy Aoratos (Half Sister).

Pet(s): Cerberus the dog.

Hobbies: Playing in Haul's band, hide and seek, dress up, tye dying things, making flower crowns, playing house, running errands, braiding hair, making plants grow, watching cartoons, coloring, gardening, listening to music, singing, dancing, treasure hunting, dressing up his stuffed koala, tea parties, building minatures, collecting stuffed animals/bugs/silly bands/slap bands, acting, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Stygian Iron Sword.

He has demigod powers, can see ghosts/the dead, and has Persephone's abilities.

Theme Song: "I'm Just A Believer."

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook and co #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #descendants ocs #disney descendants ocs #descendants alternate universe #disney descendants alternate universe #moodboards #etc

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comparativetarot · 1 year

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King of Swords. Art by Alchenart, from Loaf Tarot.

The whale shark twists happily in the water, remoras clinging to its massive back. Numerous small fish surround the shark, following the currents flowing around this massive creature.

The King of Swords represents intellectual power, reasoning, and authority. As the largest living fish species, a whale shark is fitting for this card. It radiates calm authority, leisurely filtering the waters for food as other fish follow its path.

#Alchenart #Loaf Tarot #King of Swords #King #Swords #Minor Arcana #Tarot #Animals #Shark #Whale shark

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godkilller · 4 months

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR. —— red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white, teal, silver, gold, grey, lilac, metallic, matte, royal blue, strawberry red, charcoal grey, forest green, apple red, navy blue, crimson, cream, mint green, magenta, pastels, bubblegum pink, blood red, ivory.

ELEMENTAL. —— fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY. —— claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape-shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY. —— fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL. —— gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE. —— grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS. —— lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. pigeons. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK. —— sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES. —— music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. fiddle . cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE. —— lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar. no makeup.

MISC. —— balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. ripe. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. laughter. screams. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. stories. drugs. kindness. love.

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @owabisuru, @madestars, and you!

#[ roleplay meme ]#long post /#ayooo.

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hyperfreaksating · 5 months

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Hey ! I hope u are fine ❤️

I want to ask : bc we know from the vivre card dictionnary that Buggy's animal resemblance is the panda, what is the animal resemblance of his wife and children please ?

I didn't know that! It fits him so perfectly! Also knowing Oda's love for pandas I find it adorable.

I think Reddie would be a cat. A regular stray cat, you know? The kind that hiss at you in public but secretly purr and love cuddle.

Blaze would be a golden retriever. 100%.

Skye would be a sea animal. A whale shark or a killer whale probably. Or a narval? Something like this!

I think Rory would be a cat like his mom, but more like a black cat. he has a black cat energy. This or a snake.

#buggy the clown #captain buggy #buggy simp #buggy one piece #buggy #op buggy #redbombshipping #redbomb family #buggy x reddie #buggy x oc #redbomb chronicles #redbomb triplets #redbomb #ask answered

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altargarden · 10 days

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I've been feeling drawn to Leviathan lately, so I was wondering if you have any advice or just things you think more people should know about them?

sure thing! i can do my best to help!

general advice:

always be polite and respectful. during your first encounter, try to come with some form of offering for her time.

don't make commands if you have something she can help you with, make requests instead. she will not always fulfill requests, and you need to respect that. just like people, demons are allowed to say no.

don't approach her with expectations, good or bad. having bias will not help you in any form.

if you wish to talk to her, during the beginning of your relationship, don't directly channel. give her a medium to bring messages through, such as a candle flame, divination cards, or even a book or a playlist to randomly go through.

i personally started off our relationship by referring to her as "lord"/"lady" - this is not a must, but it does establish a strong amount of respect for her power.

candles, incense, and prayers never hurt anyone. frankincense is a pretty common worship incense, if you need something general. however, i have found she likes the colour blue or gold (for candles), and dragon's blood (for incense). if you're in a place where you can't burn things, try an LED candle where you can change the colour, or wax melts in the above scents. i tend to do a healthy mixture of both, and i've never been told it's not wanted.

what people should know about leviathan:

she has a very heavy energy to some, and it can take some getting used to. if you haven't contacted her before, you may get a sensation of fear or general overwhelming sensations.

don't be off-put if she's pretty shut off from you at first. it's not that she doesn't care, she's just very guarded. it comes from her being a very emotional being, and my theory is, she does this to keep those who contact her safe.

she enjoys salty foods and (don't think of her weird for this) drinks. offerings of strong black coffee with sea salt in it has never let me down.

she respects gusto! if you have a little audacity, she respects the bravery.

she enjoys spending time close to the sea. other large bodies of water are also appreciated, but she likes the sea the most. if you can take time to visit the beach, she will appreciate it.

she likes things of her likeness, as like most dragons, she carries an element of pride to her. this can be as simple as things that are teal, blue or green, or it can be an expensive dragon statue.

to me she doesn't show herself in human form. however, i don't doubt the other accounts from other users that she can appear as human, if you request it.

offerings i recommend: blue, teal, green or gold candles, dragon's blood incense (or frankincense), scents/herbs/items marked as "protective", smoke, water, gold coins, sea shells, stuff found at the beach, dragon imagery, imagery of large ocean animals such as whales, sharks, and seals, serpent imagery, tears, jewellery, pearls or fake pearls, sea weed or foods with sea weed like sushi, fishy foods (crumbed fish, calamari, crab), salt or salted water, sand, muddy soil, the feeling you get after you wake up from a nightmare, difficult to process emotions in general (offer her to eat your negative emotions, it won't affect her i promise), fridged or ice water, prayers, thanks, compliments and gratitude.

offerings i don't recommend: non-blood body fluids (you may experiment when you're both comfortable with each other, i won't stop you, i just personally don't give body fluids to her nor have i ever done so), dry earth/soil, large fires (candles are okay but other fires she isn't really interested in), irrelevant imagery, any reference to her role in the bible (i get bitter feelings from her), the colour red or brown, blood (you do you here, but to me it's like giving blood to a shark - just be careful).

possible devotional acts: going to therapy, confronting your fears, speaking your emotions, eating salty foods, drinking the required amount of water, enjoying going swimming, educating yourself on aquatic life (especially sharks), dancing in the rain (make sure you do it safely), laughing as hard as you can, playing games that involve monsters (pokemon is a favourite for her), praying to her, giving her requests to help you with, knowing you're fierce and powerful!

i hope this helps! thank you so much for inquiring about her. she's the infernal being i'm closest to, so thus i have the most to say about her! if you have any other questions i'll be happy to listen. :-)

#bun talks #leviathan #theistic satanism #demonolatry

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window-view-orion · 11 days

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Allow me to unveil an unpopular opinion, if you will.

I absolutely despise mermaid dolls. From the depths of my soul, I do not comprehend why people gush over them so much. I have never seen a mermaid doll that fully makes up for the inherent downsides it has by virtue of being a mermaid.

First off: the tails. Plastic, fabric, silicone, they are always in one way or another frustrating to display, pose, or style with the rest of the doll. They remove half of the potential the doll has by eliminating any other kind of fashion creativity with the whole bottom half. If you’re lucky you’ll get a tail with an intense theme or style that can make up for that, the Monster High Scarrier Reef dolls are actually good examples of this. But usually you have the same few fin shapes and shiny colors with little variation. And the articulation joints on tails? I’m not one to find articulated joints ugly in general, but they never look good on tails. They’re bulky and break up the silhouette, and they barely do anything anyway.

Secondly: the top half. The basic mermaid shell bra/top can die a burning death in a deep sea lava vent. They are so boring it brings me to tears. Slight variations on one theme that’s played out for far too long.

Secondly part two: even when a mermaid doll gets an actual piece of clothing for the top half, it barely ever makes sense. Mermaze attempted strong theming with the tails, even if it was weird as hell at times, but winter coats? Slumber party?? Color changing car??? (That ones not clothes but it’s just so much) What even are these themes for a line of fish girls????

Third: the very concept of a mermaid fashion doll is working against itself from the start. Dolls are intended for kids, who want to play and have fun and may get a little rough with them. Mermaids inherently imply underwater adventure and play. Fashion dolls have a focus on removable and swappable clothing pieces and styling of hair. Water play + fabric clothes = damage, potential mold. Elaborate stylized fins may be more prone to breaking if they have smaller/thinner pieces (see again Scarrier Reef). This is the reason Barbie dreamtopia mermaids still exist despite being a blight on creativity. They’re cheap, cheerful, and all plastic. And again even when individual pieces or whole dolls are cute, they are as boring as day old toast.

Even when mermaid dolls are not intended for kids, and are explicitly collector dolls, you still have the design working against itself. Less fashion, more bulk plastic with limited choices for articulation depending on the type of tail you go for, harder posing and display, and even full blown collector dolls rarely go as crazy creative as they could with all their potential.

And that’s the worst part, at last: I love sea creatures. Sea monsters, crazy and beautiful fish, deep sea abominations, coral and eels and sharks and whales and all kinds of insane stuff is there for the taking of inspiration. And nine times out of ten all of that is left off the table to instead make way for the same silhouettes, the same themes, and the same type of mermaid that’s been overdone since the Little Mermaid released.

In summary, a mermaid doll murdered my dog and stole my credit cards, sometimes you just have to pick a thing to be irrationally angry about to let it all come out, and personally I don’t vibe with mermaid dolls. More on the shelves for all the rest of you!

#please don’t take this too seriously #i stand by my opinions but I’m happy other people find joy in these things #I feel about fairy dolls the way other people seem to about mermaids #we all just have something we disproportionately hate for no great reason #doll collecting #Orion yells at the void

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