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John W. Parsons (text) & Marjorie Cameron (illustrations) - Songs for the Witch Woman - Fulgur Press - 2014 (from material originally produced back in the 1950s)
#witches#witch women#occult#vintage#songs for the witch woman#fulgur press#2014#strange angels#john w. parsons#marjorie cameron#1950s#william breeze#george pendle#margaret haines#o.t.o.#agape#oriflamme
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Taro As Colour by Ithell Colquhoun, published by Fulgur Press
#these are some of my favorite pairings from the deck so far#this deck is wild ive never had such intuitive readings before#taro as colour#ithell colquhoun#tarotblr#tarot cards#tarot#divination#art#abstract#abstract art#abstract aesthetic#1970s#roaenpost#fulgur press
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Touch Me Not : A Most Rare Compendium of the Whole Magic Art
edited by Hereward Tilton and Merlin Cox [ Fulgur Press ]
Touch Me Not is an Austrian manuscript compendium of the black magical arts, completed c.1795. Unique and otherworldly, it evokes a realm of visceral dark magic. As the co-editor Hereward Tilton notes, the manuscript ‘appears at first sight to be a ‘grimoire’ or magician’s manual intended for noviciates of black magic. Psychedelic drug use, animal sacrifice, sigillary body art, masturbation fantasy and the necromantic manipulation of gallows-corpses count among the transgressive procedures it depicts. With their aid hidden treasures are wrested from guardian spirits, and the black magician’s highest ambition – an infernal transfiguration and union with the Devil – can be fulfilled.’
Hidden for decades within the Wellcome Library collection, Touch Me Not is published here as a full colour facsimile for the first time. We have commissioned a translation of the German and Latin texts from Hereward Tilton and Merlin Cox, scholars who have explored the sources for the various elements and provided copious references. There is also an introduction from Hereward that lays out the context for this extraordinary survival.
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cuddling to sleep with noctyx
i’m back in my sonny brisko appreciation (non-parasocial) arc. but did i ever really leave?
tags: gender neutral reader, achillean reader in uki’s entry (no f!reader x uki), established relationship, fluff, do not enable me and my sonny delusions i had to cut myself off so hard here
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
🎭 Alban Knox
he sleeps on his side most often and usually faces you for the warmth
it explains why his definition of “comfortable” is pressed up against you, resting his head in whatever nook he finds along your body. his legs tangle up with yours and then tumble out of the way in the middle of the night
but uh, doesn’t explain how when you fall asleep and he’s still awake, he places one of his hands around your cheek
he doesn’t move it. his pinky curls around your jawline, a thumb close to your lips, slightly parted as you rest. he’s worried if he moves it’ll stir you awake
so he stays put, letting your heat sink in through his palm as it frames you. every pore of your skin. the color on your face dyed in the dark. the soft lashes over your closed eyes
he counts the latter until his own are fighting to stay open as well. when they do he always loses track of the number, but he, admittedly, sheepishly, wishes he could admire them with full attention
when you wake up it’s to alban’s slumbering face, always the second to wake after you, and his gentle grasp connecting you together, still with that hand resting along your cheek
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
🐑 Fulgur Ovid
he claims he’s not a romantic and doesn’t like to be touched often. which is true; you doubt he even owns a pair of rose-tinted shades
for the most part affection is expressed through quality time and acts of service rather than physical touch. night is one of the few exceptions
he doesn’t know how but he can’t get comfortable without your head resting on his chest like a pillow
he tries to rationalize it by comparing you to a weighted blanket, or how some nights when he takes off his limbs to get comfortable it’s like you’re making up for his metal weight. phantom ease rather than pain
it’s strange. it’s the most peaceful moment of the day. he doesn’t know how to handle it when it feels so effortless. aren’t you only supposed to feel this way after a grand gesture?
a human heartbeat travels up his throa2, and rather than anxiety, it's calm. your leg wrapped along his cold skin eases him and he doesn't understand it. you slow him down when he's used to living in a whirlwind
his brain is always set to analyze but this may be one of the few times he wishes he could shut it off. instead he savors it as you both drift off, and refuses to bring it up when he wakes up
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
🔗 Sonny Brisko
above all else he prioritizes learning what you like, what you want, how he can put you at ease even though he’s so unsure of himself and what he’s doing
you’ll have to reassure him but eventually he’ll come into his own. and when he does he still keeps your preferences in mind while making himself at home
he likes bear hugs, his cheek up against your back as you spoon, keeping his arms around you like a precious treasure
he doesn’t stay still. you can feel him rub circles along your back, searching down for your hand, giving it a squeeze and unconsciously rubbing his fingers along yours as he nuzzles closer to your nape
his favorite way to cuddle is with your head in his lap, drifting off while watching tv or his games
if he has a free hand it’ll be by your head, playing with your hair if you’ll let him, and giving you tons of headpats
he gets nervous when you look back at him but the small, dopey little smile on his face is too adorable to ignore. especially once your eyes close so he can lean over and kiss you on the forehead without any shame
. . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
🔮 Uki Violeta
uki is someone that loves the feeling of being relied on and relying on his partner in turn, so of course his heart soars when you rest your head on his shoulder for a midday nap
especially when he can feel the grip on your interlocked hands loosen as you fall asleep. he looks at you so fondly once you drift off
he’ll lean his head on yours as well, if he can, letting his body relax as he does. he loves nuzzling and he loves indulging in it
as he presses his head to yours he tries to commit to memory the warmth of your skin, the gentle rise and fall of sleep, your soft scent…
your scent is especially comforting to him. it's human to the core with the slightest hints of where you've been. he’s already planning how to steal your shirt once the day ends because it’s too damn cozy and he never wants to let the moment end!
this is one of the rare times where uki forgets his stresses. all that matters is making sure this angel has the best nap possible
he doesn’t let go of your hand, even though his grip is soft. a manicured nail traces along one finger, soaking up the texture of your skin, and once you wake up with him fast asleep instead, you may just recognize the outline on your hand and cheek in the same shade as uki’s lip gloss
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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi
#noctyx x reader#alban knox#alban knox x reader#fulgur ovid#fulgur ovid x reader#sonny brisko#sonny brisko x reader#uki violeta#uki violeta x reader#noctyx#nijisanji en#nijisanji x reader#noctyx fluff#alban knox fluff#fulgur ovid fluff#sonny brisko fluff#uki violeta fluff#4402 writes#been in SUCH a noctyx mood lately
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I finally finished up my height and body headcanons for the cast!
Details beneath the cut!
Jay
- Narrow face. Has a sort of movie star look to him. The most conventionally attractive out of all the ninja. Short and a little boxy-looking. Slightly muscled shoulders (he’s an inventor) but otherwise stronger than he looks.
- Lots of freckles and fulguration scars. His body regularly conducts lightning through it and it shows. The smaller ones fade with time and return when he uses his powers.
Nya
- Square face and strong features, very grumpy resting expression. Moles on her cheek and the corner of her mouth and a couple on her neck. Dragon tattoo on her arm.
- Strong biceps and and thighs (she’s been an inventor, mechanic, samurai, and now a ninja). She can easily bench press a few of her teammates and her punches hit like a semi truck. She has swirling marks as well as fangs from her time merged as the ocean and a scar on her left side from fighting Dogshank (her body remembers the events of Skybound, even if nobody else—except for Jay—does.)
Lloyd
- Classic hero look: soft features, seems very approachable, most of his opponents don’t think he’s capable of great anger because of this. (They’re wrong). Puts effort into his appearance because he has strong feelings about what he thinks a hero should look like. He relaxes a little after the Merge and lets some of his less human traits become visible, such as his fangs and pointed ears. Unrecognizable outside of gi—literally looks like an average guy.
- He has a somewhat stocky, jock-like build. Has several visible scars and stretch marks but the most prominent are the claw marks on his shoulders from fighting his dad. Top surgery scars too (he is trans to me).
Kai
- Physically resembles his father quite a bit, has similar sharp features. Very handsome. Has a lot of very thick, coarse hair, so he uses a lot of hair jel for it. Has a scar over his right eye that he got while fighting a Serpentine.
- Jacked, very strong arms, biceps, and shoulders. Calloused hands from working the blacksmith forge. Same dragon tattoo as Nya on his left arm that he originally got to commemorate her sacrifice in Seabound. Top surgery scars (he is also trans to me)
Cole
- Has a soft, gentle-looking face. Probably the most relaxed out of everyone on the team. A couple moles on his nose.
- Tied with Zane for tallest height. Used to look very slender in s1/2 but has since put on a lot of weight. Large build with lots of functional muscle. Big arms, legs, hands, and feet. Big chest. You get the picture. Lots of body hair all over. Nearly invisible scar on his face from his time as a ghost.
Zane
- Tied with Cole for the tallest. Was originally shorter but was rebuilt taller after s3. Slender build with a strong, flexible core. Dr. Julien designed him to be light and fast to contrast the Juggernaut, which is slow yet tough. Can still tank a freight train. Powerful. Built to protect.
- Very human-looking despite his android body. (Dr. Julien was a damned genius) similar wiring to Pixal on his chest but with snowflakes instead of dots. Heart/core is comprised of chronosteel as given to him by the previous Master of Ice.
Pixal
- The shortest. Petite. Borg built her to look soft and amicable since she worked as an assistant at his company. Visible wiring since she is overflowing with every mechanism thought possible to make her as fully functional as a human being and more.
- Has an alternative Battle Mode body that is bigger than even Zane. She re-made the Samurai X persona to seem big, quiet, and terrifying to fight. She succeeded.
#ninjago#lego ninjago#lloyd garmadon#lloyd ninjago#hails’ art#jay ninjago#nya ninjago#kai ninjago#cole ninjago#zane ninjago#pixal ninjago#going by this you would probably think that Zane or Pixal is my favorite#alas it’s actually Lloyd#and Nya
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Hello! If you're still taking prompts, B2 with Aylin and Isobel just... calls to me. Perhaps it will to you too, but thank you for doing these in any case ^^
Heya anon! I definitely see the Vision for that prompt, so I feel you on that. I'm happy you're enjoying these, and thank you for asking for this one! 💜
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B2. Scars
"They are horrible, are they not?"
Isobel glanced up from Aylin's body, surprised by her words. They lay together in their sequestered place within the camp of the same adventurers that saved Aylin. It took all of Isobel's will not to remain nestled in Aylin's arms sometimes, and it was even worse for Aylin.
There were mornings when Aylin pulled Isobel back to her. Refused to part from Isobel. They spent morning after morning together. Isobel would hardly have called it a waste of those hours.
That morning, Aylin lay shirtless in their shared tent. Isobel traced with her finger each web of scars that marked Aylin like a fulgurous display of the Lady of Silver's resilience; her strength as a daughter of the Moonmaiden worn on her skin now. They simply made her more beautiful, in Isobel's eyes.
"Do you think they're horrible?" asked Isobel, lifting her fingers from Aylin. "I suppose you would. Reminders, aren't they?"
"Reminders of my naivete in trusting a cur like Balthazar," Aylin hissed. She set her jaw to one side, anger flashing in her eyes. "And your traitorous father."
Isobel ignored her comment. In time, she would deal with what her father had done, but at that moment she did not want to discuss it with Aylin. Every mention of Ketheric Thorm lit a fury in Aylin's eyes that Isobel knew would consume her for hours or even days at a time, and all Isobel wished to do was waste those hours and days in that tent with her.
"Now they are gone, and you're here. With me." Isobel pressed a kiss to one of Aylin's scars. "And I don't think they're quite so horrible."
"They are torturous to look upon."
"Beautiful."
"They besmirch the form of the divine."
"They're proof you survived."
With every response, Isobel matched her words with a kiss on the golden cracks in Aylin's skin. Each kiss rose higher up, until Isobel straddled her and began tracing a mark on Aylin's throat with her lips.
For all this, for all the time they'd lost and now the time they'd been gifted, Isobel saw nothing but the hurt in those scars. She heard the screams of Aylin in her dreams, in the dark earth she called her resting place for years. She knew Aylin heard worse. Felt each of those moments of unending, immortal agony again and again and again.
She saw it in Aylin's eyes. The way she stared up at her with disbelief, relief, or some mixture of the two in her tired gaze.
She felt it in her touch, a needful thing Isobel knew herself all too well.
So she leaned down, fingers skimming scars one either side of Aylin's torso, and kissed her.
#bg3 fanfiction#dame aylin#isobel thorm#aylin x isobel#my fic#anotheropti prompt fics#all of the prompts were a lot of fun!#I've got two more after this one and they'll all be finished :)#then I get back to writing Nightsongs and Blades in the Night#and editing that Aylin/SH/Isobel fic#and and and and and etc. etc.
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Once again sending a request but this time it’s Hate sex and fighting for dom with fulgur Ovid except his ass isn’t topping tonight because uhhhhhhhh
Author's note: BAHAHA HATE SEX HATE SEX I HATE U FULGAR IM TOPPING TONIGHT PUSSY AHH
Summary: Fulgar and you fight for dominance, and you sure as hell are not backing down just like that. He's going to be the one whimpering and moaning under you, not the other way around
Contains: hate sex, lots of swears and degrading go on, yall are beefing, fighting for dominance, Fulgar is going to sub bc we said so we make the rules, smutty smut per usual
With a tug to his hair, you snarl in his ear, "Down, boy."
"I don't think so, sweetheart," FULGAR OVID responds in a sickly sweet tone. He hardly winces to your sharp tug, instead smirking as he leans close to your face. "I'm not the type to bow down so easily."
"You will once I'm done with you," you remark, your nose bumping his.
You two have been like this ever since you met: in each other's faces, snapping at each other, growling and snarling and hissing like territorial animals. Sonny had to wiggle in between you both one time because ya'll were edging dangerously close to one another.
Neither one of you backed down; it wasn't in your nature and it wasn't in his. But tonight, that changes.
Fulgar nips at your bottom lip and you scoff, yanking him hard and pressing your lips against his. A surprised grunt and he grips the back of your head. Fulgar kisses you with such passion, teeth against teeth and sloppy kisses, never letting the either of you breathe.
"Son of a bitch," you huff, shoving him against the wall with startling force that even got the Cyborg's eyes wide. Your hand slides underneath his shirt and he chortles. "Fuck you laughing about?"
"So eager to touch me. You're in love with me or something?" Fulgar cooes, a finger tipping your chin up, his grasp on you harsh. You growl, biting his metal finger hard. "Like a cute little puppy."
"I'll show you who'll be the damn puppy," you laugh, your lips against his once more.
You trap him in with your arms and apparently, Fulgar decides to flip you around so now your back is against the wall. He leans down to leave angry red and purple hickeys across your skin. You grit your teeth, one hand slipping underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers to grasp his length.
"Fucking bitch," he gasps, jerking his hips a bit.
You chuckle. "Me? the bitch? Mmmmno." You pump him up and down quickly as Fulgar continues planting hot kisses against your neck. He shudders as he begins to rut into your hand, panting.
You rub a circle on his tip, the slit already leaking pre-cum. You can feel his length pulsate, throbbing hard. You slow down your pace as you litter his own neck with bite marks, not softly either.
"Jesus, you're m-merciless," Fulgar stammers before clearing his throat.
"I told you, I'm dominating you," you purr against his mouth, capturing it in another steamy kiss.
A small moan escapes him, and his ears go red in slight embarrassment. He wasn't going to let you get away that easily.
Fulgar seizes your wrists with one hand, pinning it above your head. "What a naughty girl you are."
Your knee pushes against his hard erection and he stifles a groan. You smirk. "At least I'm not the one trying to hold back those cute noises."
"You-" Another rub causes another groan from him. Fulgar releases you and replaces his hands around your neck, lightly squeezing. "I fucking hate you."
You brush your fingers against his wrist before wrapping your hand around them tightly. "The feeling is mutual."
You push him slowly backwards as his hold on you tightens. You shove him down onto a chair and you sit down on his lap. Smirking down at him triumphantly, you rub your ass against his crotch, earning a tighter squeeze that nearly makes you go breathless.
You unzip his pants as Fulgar moans quietly, his hold on you loosening a bit. Thank God you are wearing a skirt, because you can easily slide your panties aside and sink onto his cock with ease, thanks to your own slick.
"Fuck!" Fulgar curses, head back. "You're so fucking tight..."
You roll your hips, feeling his dick throb hard inside you. "So hard for me, huh? Feeling horny baby?"
He shivers involuntarily. "Says the one who's pussy is all nice and wet."
You rise up and slam down hard against him and you elicit a nice, delicious moan from the Cyborg, who's hands finally find home at your hips. You continue the ruthless pace, letting a couple of soft moans yourself as his cock hits that nice spot inside.
"Fuckfuckfuck holy shit," Fulgar gasps, jerking his hips up to meet yours as he greedily barrels inside you. His fingers dig into your skin, whimpers and whines in your ear.
"Too much for you?" You tease. "Naughty boy you are."
You can practically feel his legs quiver as you ride him hard. "Please please don't stop- mmph!"
Your tongue enters his mouth and Fulgar whimpers into your mouth, feeling too much and too little all at once. You felt so good, your hands teasing his cock and your walls that clench hard around him, and how your pussy seemed to swallow him whole... Fulgar loves the feeling so much, willing to do anything to keep feeling this perfect pleasure.
"You gonna cum?" You ask with another roll of your hips.
Fulgar blinks away small tears to your delight as he looks away. You grab his chin and force him to look at you and you repeat your question, nails digging into his skin. "Y-yes!"
You feel the coil in your stomach tighten as you smile at his answer, observing the sensitive moaning mess underneath you. "Good boy."
Almost instantly, Fulgar's seed spills inside you with a high-pitched whine, abs quivering as sweat and slick collect onto the both of you. Your breaths quick.
Another roll of your hips. He whines louder. "What are you doing-?"
You kiss him to shut the Cyborg up. "I'm not done with you. I'm going to show you who exactly is the boss around here."
"Wait-!"
You bounce on his cock again, overstimulating the poor man as his head falls back, shamelessly letting out all the noises of pleasure as tears roll down his face.
"What a good toy."
#nijisanji#nijisanji en#vtuber#nijien#nijisanji smut#nijisanji x reader#Fulgar ovid#noctyx x reader#Noctyx smut
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↻ mischief-filled love - luca kaneshiro
╰► warnings/includes: fluff, established relationship, silly nicknames, vtuber! reader, gn! reader
╰► note: crazy how i'm only writing now for my oshi lol.
Luca, despite being the big bad mafia boss that he is (or so he claims), is quite a playful man. It's evident with the way he treats his friends, his fans, and even you— his lover. It's in his nature to be mischievous and although you always find yourself to be on the receiving end of his whims, you find that it's quite endearing.
His and your fans are not strangers to his antics when it comes to you. From the first prank he did towards you to the time he asked you out by building a flower-shaped tower for you in Minecraft, they're all witnesses. Though there are times they can't help but be curious of what happens behind the scenes.
Boundaries aside, you and Luca are pretty much vocal to things in your relationship that you think is fine sharing with your viewers. That's why when one particular question catches your eyes, you giggle as you read it outloud.
"Does Luca ever call you weird nicknames?" You're currently doing a zatsudan stream, chilling with your viewers and all that while Luca sleeps in your shared bedroom after going live up until 3 AM.
You hum in thought, fondly remembering the weird nicknames your boyfriend has given you but you balk when you come up with nothing. "No? Yeah no, the silliest one he's given me is booba biter because I like biting his chest," you laugh as you look at chat with a bright grin, "Most of the time, they're all cute. I'm the one who gives him weird nicknames."
You see the onslaught comments rolling up your chat so fast you can barely read them. You settle on the recent question after your chat has reasonably calmed down. "What nicknames do you give him?"
You're about to open your mouth to answer the question when someone opens the door to your live streaming room. You see Luca waltzing in, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the lights coming from your computer. He freezes on the spot when he realizes that you're in the middle of streaming, mouthing 'Can you mute for a second?'
With a quick nod, you relent as you tell your viewers about quickly muting your microphone so you can focus on your sleepy boyfriend.
"Babe." His voice sounds so raspy yet whiny that it makes you grin.
"Hey, baby." You greet, taking the opportunity to stretch your back after being slumped in front of your setup for almost two hours now. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to see you." He smiles lazily before pressing multiple pecks on your forehead and cheeks. "I'll go now, don't want to keep you from them." He says and then finally kisses your lips, soft yet firm.
You hum, ruffling his messy blonde hair before he exits the room again like nothing happened. The moment makes your stomach flutter, excited butterflies filling your system at the affectionate gesture from your sweet boyfriend.
Clearing your throat, you unmute your microphone to greet everyone again, resuming on your previous topic. "Sorry about that. Where were we?" You skim through multiple comments to get you back on track.
👑 poppey soul 👑: u were gonna expose urself with the weird nicknames u give luca lol
This time, you can't hold back the snicker from escaping your pressed lips after reading the live chat. "Right! I usually call Luca schmoopey because he likes smooches and he gets mopey when I don't give him what he wants," you pause as you try to think of the other ones you've given him, "Oh! He absolutely loathes hubba bubba but it cracks me up everytime."
forever kindred 👹: those are cute though! 😭
fulgur's rusty right arm 😬: lol i call my boyfriend poopstain sometimes
You're happily giggling by yourself as you read chat after chat. "I don't think Prince is weird but he's not that fond of it because he gets flustered when I call him that."
y/n's doormat 😚: what does luca call u doe? 👀
Deciding to tease your chat, you hum as if to keep them on their toes before finally answering the question. You don't mean for it to happen but the way your voice sounded came out shy and giggly. The things your boyfriend does to you. "He usually calls me babe or love… but if he's feeling affectionate, he calls me sweetheart or doll sometimes."
Another bout of chat going crazy and Uki, who happens to be present at the time, demanding the sick bucket, you decide it was time to end the stream.
What you didn't know is that your boyfriend was watching your stream outside, laughing at the way you got embarrassed and abruptly ended the live stream. He couldn't wait to tease you as soon as you come out.
@emissaire 2022 all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime
#livre: daisy#luca kaneshiro x reader#luca kaneshiro#luxiem#luxiem x reader#luxiem fluff#luca kaneshiro fluff#vtuber! reader
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| the fic no one asked for but i had to write
| warnings: lots of cursing, reader is part of ILUNA
“i’m just going to stand over here alone..” Rosemi states, your character following behind hers “What did you say? your mic is dank as hell.”
Before Rosemi even has a chance to respond, a snowball is thrown directly at your characters face.
You didn’t even have to think to immediately know who it was.
“LUCA!” You scream whilst pressing shift and running over to him and punching his character repeatedly in the face.
With each punch, you say one word.
“eat. my. balls.”
As you were doing this, Aia jumped atop of Luca’s head and her characters body went lip.
“AHAHHAA SHE DIED!!” Luca howls, punching your character.
And behind you both, Vox and Alban are slapping each others butts. Typical NIJI collab, right?
“I need to watch a YouTube tutorial for how to live life.” Kyo’s disembodied, dank mic says whilst running past you.
The only thing you can hear (that actually makes sense) is Luca’s maniacal laughing and telling Fulgur about how Aia died.
“What’s the matter with you, Baby?” Fulgur asks Luca.
“Nothing much, hegh..”
Your character runs up to Luca’s and punches him once.
“Hey girl, sorry we couldn’t skype tonight. but, thats alright,” Luca pauses, punching your character, “see you tomorrow, girl. good night.”
Thats the last thing you hear before your screen fades to black and the first game starts.
The first game is the snowball fight.
You get placed on Red Team, and immediately start bunny-hopping around and throwing snowballs at the other team.
And, eventually, you hit Ike, and right before his mic cuts out you hear,
“FUCK YOU Y/N L/N OF NIJISANJI EN’S-”
You immediately burst out laughing, your model ceasing to move on the bottom right of the screen due to how hard you were laughing.
And as you were laughing, you get hit in the head with a snowball.
You’re not even mad though, it was too funny.
And as this game comes to an end, you’re brought back to life due to your team having won that game.
You’re still laughing as the next game starts, but it starts dying off as you analyze what game it is.
Crusty Rocks.
Within seconds, your character hops from one sinking rock to the same one as Fulgur.
“Hey, Y/N, friends right? You wouldn’t hurt the birthday boy?”
“No, never. Why would you think that?” You say before pushing him off the rocks a few seconds later.
Fulgur, not phased, just tells his chat: “Eh, I didn’t trust her anyways.”
“Anyone who betrays me I will never- AHHHHH-” Rosemi screams as her rock starts sinking down, you immediately start laughing before jumping over to her.
“Hi Rosemi-sama..” You say, punching her character once to greet her, but not push her off.
“Hi Y/N-san… you’re not gonna kill me, right?” She says, sounding slightly worried.
“Of course not, you’re my wifey, Wosemi-sama….”
You say before hitting her character once again, luckily, just before she lands in the ocean, she somehow manages to jump onto a nearby rock.
“EVBEBEHEU PLUCK YOU Y/N!!”
You start laughing maniacally once again, hearing Rosemi keep on saying the word ‘pluck’.
You watch as Nina dies at the last second, having been deserted far away from the others on a single rock that started to sink.
“Oh God, chat. I don’t think I’m going to survive TanTan.” you say, chuckling whilst the next game boots up.
Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: i hate you.
Fulgur Ovid [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: So do I, Ike. So do I.
“Hi Fulgur, Hi Ike.” You say whilst readjusting your headphones. “Sorry for killing you both.” You say before winking and the round starts.
The first thing you hear is Luca’s chuckle as the round starts.
“Alright mate,” He keeps saying in an overdone Aussie accent.
“I actually had a nightmare about TanTan last night,” Vox says to no one directly. However you heard it.
“Please elaborate, Vox.” You say, confused whilst chucking a snowball at TanTan.
You hear Millie screaming in the background as she had not realized you needed to jump over the shock waves TanTan sends in order to survive.
“Well-” Vox starts before he gets hit in the head with a snowball. “You guys are so funny, YOU’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY-” you don’t hear the rest of Vox’s sentence as you had bunny-hopped too far away, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that you were the culprit.
However, you are able to hear when he screeches (screams?? idek know what noise he made) so loud that you’re genuinely surprised his microphone didn’t implode.
It’s only you and Luca left before Luca hits you in the head with a snowball, your body going limp afterward.
“OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FU-”
You mald, aware he can’t hear you anymore.
Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: what you get LOL
“Shut up, Ike. Aren’t you streaming anyway? Why do you have mine opened?”
In a matter of seconds, Ike sends another message.
Ike Eveland [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: not streaming. am i not allowed to support my kouhai?
You’re caught off guard by Luca screaming about how much he loves crab before the screen switches over to the theme music and Luca dancing violently.
As it switches back to the lobby, the first thing you hear is your genmate Kyo saying:
“Y/N should have won.. Luca you have some sort of rich super-power.”
You fake tears and say, “My genmate, Kyo Kaneko, loves me??”
“Don’t push it, bitch.”
#luca kaneshiro#ike eveland#luxiem#luxiem x reader#shu yamino#mysta rias#nijisanji en#vox akuma#luca kaneshiro x reader#ike eveland x reader#hannahlovesluca#crab game
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truth or dare gone wrong
characters: luca kaneshiro, shu yamino
summary: you and your boyfriend are invited to the party then your friends decided to play a truth or dare. you decided to rile him up during the game, wanna see the “unhinged” side of your boyfriend (and he immediately realizes your intention too and decides to play along).
warnings: dom! luca, dom! shu, female-bodied reader, nsfw, suggestive themes, consensual acts.
a/n: i just want to indulge myself since people seem to rarely write about vtubers? well, just let me have my fun here by writing my own stories lmao. anyway, english is not my first language, excuse for some grammar mistakes. i actually was about to make shoto too, but... I FORGOT THE PROMPT KSKSKSK. gonna write it when i remember.
luca kaneshiro.
you and luca arrived quite early into the party and you two immediately mingle with your friends, asking for their well-being.
some of your friends are playing games and video games like mario cart, twister, uno, monopoly, etc. while some of the others are just talking, drinking, or karaoke-ing.
luca went to joining finana, pomu, shu, and sonny. playing a little prank by jumpscaring the girls.
you decided to just talk with uki, fulgur, vox, enna, and nina.
alban: “hey, let’s go play truth or dare! who’s in?!”
he shouted using mic that is supposed to be used for karaoke. but oh well, it got everyone’s attention.
you, luca, fulgur, vox, mysta, enna, finana, alban, nina, pomu decided to join the game. the others gonna watch and capturing your embarrassing moments.
all of you have done from the least to the most embarrassing things that can be done there.
the alcohol in your systems help you with that too.
feeling a lil bit naughty, you decided to just glomp onto your boyfriend’s lap, sitting there comfortably and once in a while wiggling your hips to make yourself more comfortable.
not for luca though, you keep pressing on him like that. he’s suffering.
again, the alcohol inside your (you and your friends’) system surely help.
luca groans quietly right near your ear, making you shudder in wants.
wiggle your hips more, just for more friction.
he decides to hold you down in a tight grip with his arm.
“do that again and you gonna pay for your action.”
luca might seems so bubbly and innocent most of the time, but when you rile him up fyuuuh say hello to the mafia.
you ended up ignoring his warning.
“guys, i think y/n and me gonna go home now. she’s drunk.”
and with that, you two immediately went back home.
“Aah! L, Luca.. no more..” You moaned meekly, unable to break free from his tight grip that gathers both of your hands above your head. He keeps pounding onto you, setting on a rough pace without giving you any break. You can’t even remember how many time you’ve came—all you know is that your body is so sensitive under his touch, probably from the alcohol you’ve drank before.
“One more, babe. You should’ve know the consequences of your action.”
shu yamino.
oof, this sorcerer, where do we start?
you two are invited to luca’s birthday party and decided to go there together.
after you mingle with your friends and give present to the birthday boy, you decide to go for a drink or two.
you were sipping your beer when you heard luca suddenly called all of you to gather and play truth or dare with him.
you are about to refuse his idea (heck, shu is here and you don’t want to embarrass yourself? both of you are still in the early stage of relationship).
the birthday boy can only whined at you and beg you to join them.
you sighed, “your wish is my command, boss.” and luca laughed at your remarks.
actually, you and luca has been close friends for long, you were gym buddies too before you finally stop going and decide to just do it at your own house.
no one knows about this, including shu. but you and luca didn’t think too much of it and didn’t feel the need to share the info too.
it’s all fun until the game is getting more and more unseiso.
one time, you decide to choose truth, you don’t want to do an unseiso dare.
your friends booing you for not having the balls to do some dare, after all if the dare is an unseiso one, it’s gonna be a win-win for you and shu?
finana: “okay! i know what to ask. so, is there anyone in this room that have seen your beauty marks, birthmarks, or even tattoo that is hidden in places that only you can see? if there is, tell us who is it?”
you do actually have a small tattoo on your ribs, right under your breast and a mole on your cleavage.
those two are pretty well hidden since you have never wear revealing clothes before, even when you are alone with your boyfriend.
the question finana asked was actually a trap question for both you and shu.
your friends are starting to glance between you and shu, shu just laughed and said: “what? why did all of you looking at me like that?”.
he seems pretty chill and not flustered at all since you both have not go that far.
shu: “i know why you asked that finana, but we haven’t go that far yet.”
finana: “aww what? you guys are no fun.”
after you pondering for a minute, you suddenly remember that there is someone here that have seen your tattoo and beauty mark.
y/n: “well actually there is. it’s luca.”
everyone just went: “WHAT?!” upon the revelation.
vox teased: “shu just getting NTR-ed by luca.”
you immediately yelled: “no! it’s not like that!!” and is too embarrassed to talk, meanwhile luca just pondering for a moment.
luca: “oh right! the mole on your cleavage and that tattoo under your... chest.”
and then, all of your friends are getting more curious of you and luca’s relationship since how can he see something like that.
luca just explained that you two are friends before joining nijisanji, and that you were also gym buddies. so he had seen you wearing sport bras which reveal your mole and tattoo a little.
the game continued and nothing happened after that except you notice that there’s something slightly different every time your eyes meet shu’s.
you’ve ignited jealousy inside the sorcerer’s heart.
“A tattoo and a mole, huh.” Shu uttered the moment you enter your shared apartment. “Uh-huh,” you answered, was quite surprised too since you did not expect him to remember that at all. “Shu, it was a long time ago. Nothing happened between me and Luca.”
“I know that, but can I see your tattoo?”
“... Uh..” Since there is no reason for you to hide it from your boyfriend, you finally start to unbuttoning your shirt just enough to show him your tattoo and mole.
Shu just standing there, admiring your half-naked figure in front of him. He did not utter any word but his hand slowly grabbing your waist. One of his hands starts to tracing the tattoo, while his lips softly kissing your mole before he starts to leave many bite marks on your cleavage.
“I guess.. Now I want to see more...”
It’s gonna be a long night for the two of you.
#vtubers#en vtuber#nijisanji en#luxiem#luxiem headcanons#luxiem x you#luxiem x reader#luca kaneshiro#luca kaneshiro headcanons#luca kaneshiro x you#luca kaneshiro x reader#luca kaneshiro smut#shu yamino#shu yamino headcanons#shu yamino x you#shu yamino x reader#shu yamino smut#春writes
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What are your OC's favorite dinosaur/extinct animal?
did a lil drawin of fly and herc as their faves to get my mind off some unpleasant intrusive thoughts but thats a rlly good question!! honestly I’m much more interested in megafauna and recently extinct animals over dinosaurs so that’s going to reflect in my ocs but I think fly would be a thylacine nerd and hercules would have a fondness for passenger pigeons.
I couldn’t decide on favourites for fulgur and leroy so I’ll just say they’ve never really thought about it. If pressed though I’d pick aurochs for fulgur and stellar’s sea cow for leroy. idk i think they have similar vibes.
#i’ve never drawn either species and this was a rough sketch so don’t scrutinise it too hard lol#yeen art#ocs#hercules beetle#fly#sadboycats#thylacine#passenger pigeon
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Leonora Carrington (British-born Mexican, 1917 - 2011), The Sun, c. 1955, from "The Tarot of Leonora Carrington," Fulgur Press, 2021.
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Hereward Tilton and Merlin Cox, editors. Touch Me Not: A Most Rare Compendium of the Whole Magical Art. Fulgur Press, 2019. Hardback. Second edition. 158 pages.
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ok so what i was saying about fulgur and prosthetics
i said in this ask that there's a lot you can do in a selfship/fulgur x reader fic regarding his cynet limbs and i'm here to elaborate
SO it might be bc i'm not looking in the right places, but the bit about fulgur being an amputee is really untapped, in a way that i think really translates nicely to how he loves
if there's anything about fulgur it's that he doesn't do grand gestures. he can appreciate a good meal but he's not one for classy reservations. god knows he doesn't care enough about what he wears to those fancy outings, much less the outing itself. why would he? he doesn't get the appeal of putting on these polished faces. acting like anyone but himself, the guy that would down a can of soup in one gulp if you were the one serving it to him. it's the meaning behind the action that gets him, not candle-and-starlit balconies. these limbs are red enough to put any rose to shame.
these limbs. cold to the touch, layers of plate. the first time he reached out of his own volition he remembers how your back straightened to steel. he's never felt insecure about the chill until then, but it wasn't long before he realized how you leaned in anyways. where he tentatively brushes along with a fingertip, you take in his palm. not a single shred of fear or hesitance then.
he turns his back to face you the first night you slept together, detaching his cynets from where the socket ends. his right arm is the last to go. each limb rests on a cloth in order.
the next night you watch, and when he notices, he shuffles his left leg before taking off his right. there's an order to the panels. the legs are a series of hooks and latches in order to be properly doffed, while the arms are simple, but sensitive. there's a certain amount of force needed to press the buttons that detach the limb. the final button is under a tab within his palm—the end of the largest mesh crease, at the furthest point his thumb can stretch. it slides off cleanly.
the third night fulgur narrates it. he's forgotten some of the names because he's had this steel for so long, it's become instinct, not process. by the fourth it takes half as much time as usual and he's wondering if there's anything you can't make easier.
"the next part is... this latch, right?"
"yup. c'mon, use some more force. i've taken it harder than that."
the switch by his wrist unlocks under your thumb, and the last mechanism left is the panel on his palm. his thumb rests loosely. the flat of his hands are made of blackened mesh to simulate the give of flesh. it detects your own as your fingers skim his and reach for the button.
the socket is neat. the steel goes deeper than the prosthetic, and as you remove it, it exposes the ports where the wiring connects. fulgur rolls his shoulder, loosening the connection, before it fully detaches. that's not a required movement. he shifts back into his place in the bed sans prosthetics.
"what, you're not even going to call me a pervert?" he asks. his eyes are closed but his shit-eating smile is plain to see.
"fuck off." you poke his cheek. annoyance. then you raise the blanket up to his chest. a few inches below his throa2, just how he likes it. "i didn't want to mess up."
"it's hard for you to mess up. those limbs have gone through hell and back."
"yeah, but i wanna make sure it's okay though. 'cause what if it's not?"
"nah, you wouldn't mess up."
you lay down and toss the blanket over yourself. even without the cynets, fulgur is cool to the touch. you can feel the ridges of surgical steel along his shoulder blades, and where it's thinnest are the small, tiny bumps where the ports were screwed in. the pale skin, nonetheless, is soft in a way his mesh-palms aren't. without his arm there's more room for you to place your head along the plush of his chest and the paneling. the chest-pillow is cold on either side.
his eyes are still shut. you feel the rise and fall of his chest along your cheek as his breath travels through. when you close your eyes as well, there isn't much of a difference between your dark bedroom and the embrace of rest.
you almost forget how to speak.
"goodnight," you mumble five minutes later.
he relearns the skill a minute later, too. "yeah," he says.
you'll have to remember that later.
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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi
#fulgur ovid#fulgur ovid x reader#fulgur ovid fluff#noctyx x reader#noctyx#nijisanji en#nijisanji x reader#4402 writes#4402 brainrot#intended this fic to be acceptance and not romanticization. hope we can all recognize that intention#if there's anything i got wrong/incorrect feel free to lmk
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...
“Are you afraid?” His voice sounded amused, to her, which made her perceive it as slightly foreign. She had no way to distinguish the meaning behind his words, or maybe, she didn’t wish to.
“No.” She hoped to appear confident, but her voice betrayed her, albeit slightly.
“Truly?” He pressed her, and not only with words, but with the light yet firm pull of his hand, bringing her closer.
Kagome almost tripped then, her body moving with far more energy than she would have wished. Her fingers came to touch his chest, for an instant, just long enough to regain her balance before pulling them away, closing her hand into a fist.
“What are your intentions?” She complained, feeling she had reasons enough for it.
He heard him smile, and despite the penumbra and everything around them, his features was what Kagome could discern best. The golden of his eyes seemed to fulgurate amidst the darkness, and she felt her chest pound unbridled, a chain of heartbeats she could not hold back.
“It would help if we were to move further in.” The sentence made sense. Even so, Kagome perceived there was something more, a sort of hidden side that scared her and attracted her at the same time. That contrasting sensation was pushing her to explore the unknown, to go on.
KAWAAKARI
Chapter 11
#inuyasha#inukag#inuyashafanfic#anyara#犬夜叉#かごめ#inuyashafanfiction#inuyasha fanfiction#fanfic#inuyasha fanfic#KAWAAKARI
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The Kills, jeu dévoué
La série de photographies intitulée Dogs Chasing My Car in the Desert, réalisée entre 1996 et 1998 par l'artiste américain John Divola, capture l'instant pendant lequel des chiens poursuivent sa voiture lancée à pleine vitesse sur une route désertique de la Californie du Sud. Toute la puissance existentielle de cette série tient précisément dans la fugacité du moment saisi, celui où le chien atteint la fenêtre du conducteur pour capter son regard, dans l'espoir vain de rattraper la voiture. À propos de ces photographies, John Divola déclare : « Contempler un chien poursuivant une voiture invite à de nombreuses métaphores et juxtapositions : la culture et la nature, le domestique et le sauvage, l'amour et la haine, la joie et la peur, l'héroïsme et l'idiotie. Ici, nous avons deux vecteurs et deux vitesses, celle d'un chien et celle d'une voiture et, étant donné qu'un appareil photo ne capturera jamais la réalité et qu'un chien n'attrapera jamais une voiture, c'est la preuve d'une dévotion à une entreprise sans espoir. »
John Divola, D05F23 de la série Dogs Chasing My Car in the Desert, 1996-1998.
John Divola, D10F15 de la série Dogs Chasing My Car in the Desert, 1996-1998.
The Kills ont toujours fonctionné en double et en antagonisme. Alison Mosshart et Jamie Hince sont les deux faces d'une même pièce. C'est la tension entre l'isolement et le désir qui est leur moteur de création. La juxtaposition des opposés – domestique et sauvage, héroïsme et idiotie, joie et peur – est manifeste jusque sur la pochette de God Games, où matador et taureau s'affrontent.
À l'écoute de ce disque, le temps passe à une vitesse folle. C'est le temps d'un regard à 130 km/h derrière soi pour y apercevoir un animal à bout de souffle. Non pas parce que ses chansons sont courtes, mais parce qu'il n'y a rien d'aussi immédiatement obsédant que dans Keep On Your Mean Side, No Wow, Midnight Boom, ou même Blood Pressures et Ash & Ice (qui s'essoufflait déjà parfois). Bien sûr, les premiers morceaux des Kills visaient plus juste par leur proximité avec l'ethos DIY, un beat rustique sur une boîte à rythmes bâtarde, un riff à la manière d'un bluesman aveugle, des paroles crachées avec droiture et l'urgence punk dans la voix. Écouter Keep On Your Mean Side, c'est comme lire un fanzine trouvé à prix libre dans une cave où joue un concert de garage rock en 1997 : Xerox ou 4-pistes, même combat.
L'album God Games, lui, fait plutôt l'effet de séquences de films contemplatifs, se voulant artistiques et en marge des tendances, mais avec un très bon budget alloué au montage. Ce qu'il y gagne en production, il le perd en expressivité personnelle et en saleté sincère. Dans un paradoxe un peu fâcheux, les premiers singles révélés cet été, New York, LA Hex et 103, distillaient jusqu'au gimmick toute la substance de leur univers garage et indie rock, sans produire cet effet accrocheur des anciens tubes. Il y a ici de bonnes idées et quelques fulgurances mais, à rebours du récit promotionnel vendu par le label et le groupe lui-même dans les nombreuses interviews récemment données à la presse, qui promet un changement de son, une liberté absolue et une approche expérimentale de la composition, il est intéressant de constater que les meilleurs morceaux de l'album – j'entends par là, les plus réussis soniquement, ceux dans lesquels on entend l'aisance technique, la facilité de l'habitude – sont ceux qui sonnent comme leurs précédents morceaux.
En cela, la deuxième partie de l'album, de Wasterpiece à Better Days, se réécoute avec plaisir, rappelant les beaux jours de Ash & Ice. Et les chœurs gospel de LA Hex sont une réminiscence des chœurs de Satellite. Mais les synthés, les orgues et le mellotron, ce clavier polyphonique vintage, étaient aussi déjà en usage dans Blood Pressures. Quant aux paroles d'amour-haine, poèmes haletants où tendresse et violence se confondent, histoires d'amours et d'errances qui puent l'essence, elles ont toujours été la pulsation de leur son. Difficile de comprendre en toute bonne foi où se situe le potentiel infini de possibilités musicales dans le processus d'écriture de ce nouvel album, dont le duo parlent pourtant régulièrement. Et la ligne entre référence et paresse de se troubler progressivement. L'adage des Kills, incandescents, qui est de ne jamais regarder en arrière, sonne faux.
Il est des groupes qui mettent des années à trouver leur son, ou bien des artistes dont la signature est justement l'identité caméléon, toujours en mouvement. The Kills, quant à eux, ont trouvé leur signature sonore dès leur rencontre en 2001, scellée par le pacte de ne plus jamais se quitter et de se consumer ensemble par la musique.
Je n'ose pas parler de confort, pourtant il y a toujours eu un peu de cela dans leur musique. C'est d'ailleurs bien ce qui a contribué à créer la formule magique du duo : le confort musical de ce « vieux couple marié » (ce sont les mots de Jamie Hince), c'est la complicité évidente, totale et fusionnelle dès les débuts, alors qu'Alison et Jamie se connaissaient à peine.
Alors, maintenant, quoi ?
Dans la langue anglaise, le proverbe 'to be like a dog that caught the car' désigne quelqu'un ayant atteint son but et ne sachant pas quoi faire de cette victoire. C'est une course vide de sens : le chien n'est pas censé rattraper la voiture. Cette « dévotion à une entreprise sans espoir » dont parle John Divola, c'est peut-être ce qui constitue le moteur créatif des musicien.ne.s, ce point de fuite imaginaire destiné à aider un groupe à construire son œuvre en perspective. Pour mieux s'en affranchir ensuite.
Il me semble que la musique des Kills en 2003 contenait infiniment plus de matière expérimentale et de liberté de création que celle de 2023 engluée dans sa narration de fausse naïveté magique. Comme s'il n'y avait plus rien à raconter au monde. Que faire quand on a déjà atteint la voiture vingt ans plus tôt ? Admettre de ne pas avoir su se renouveler n'est pas gage d'agonie, ce n'est même pas une faute. The Kills peuvent bien poursuivre leurs aventures de rock crade-classe, d'élégance musclée et arty bien à eux (d'aucuns parlent de posture, je ne suis pas de ceux-là, je crois leurs origines punk sincères), leur avenir y est faste. Il n'est pas besoin de maquiller ses intentions, ses faiblesses ou sa constance derrière une légende marketée quand la musique leur colle autant à l'âme.
Originally written for Dans Ta Face B, November 2023.
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