hi'
so, i dont know how to Tumblr, english is Not My first langauge, and if there was an incarnation of social awkwardness,
it would be me. Hi!
so, turtles. thats the one thing i can promise here folks. silly little goobers. specifically maybe a certain one with orange gear.
anywhizzle, ill post when i post. see ya then :))
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Ambessa but with a primal kink—
Gonna do this with royal!reader. I sat on this for a bit cuz I thought I'd have time to write a short or smth but after having the Alcina fic that was basically this, some hcs instead:
This is so up her ally, I can see this happening while you're wearing some flowy lingerie she bought for you, like a long black or white sheer robe. Something that looks dramatic when your run lmao.
Perhaps here it's with the royal reader. I can imagine you're just curious at first, asking her what it feels like to fight another person, to look at them and want to take their life, to pursue them with that killing intent, and what it felt like when she succeeded.
She describes it to you as the feeling being much like a predator to a prey. She lies in bed with you beside her, voice a steady murmur as her fingers brush over your side. "There's a reason why they call it a bloodlust. The line between the desire to kill and to love is a fickle thing. You can love a thing so greatly that when it's in your hands all you want to do is squeeze...until you crush it."
She goes on like that, and it's an intellectual, enlightening conversation...but it also makes you squirm.
The way she muddles the difference between what you know as love, and the carnal, near primal desire of human beings...is frightening to you. Ambessa understands it well...almost suspiciously too well, this seemingly unfiltered and raw kind of love.
In reality, Ambessa very clearly knows what she's doing.
She caught your little squirming easily, along with the confused, glazed eyes you fixed on her. She found your curiosity adorable, but like usual, you needed a little pushing before she could suggest anything. Now with your warm cheeks and heavy breathing...
"Would you like to try it?" You gulped, looking up into your warlord's warm, teasing gaze. "Being hunted down as my little prey? Ah–" Ambessa leaned back, as though thinking.
"But you are a princess, and I wouldn't want to insult–"
"Y-yes!" You quickly spoke, and from Ambessa's smirk...you vaguely realized that might of been a bit of a trap.
Ambessa let's you have a head start. She's not greedy. You both have the entire palace to use as your playground, and she wants to see you truly dishelved, weak, and looking at her like she really will swallow you whole.
Of course, the warlord gets what she wants.
You've never seen Ambessa use her brute strength on you. You've seen her spar, protect you and defend herself. But against you?
You wait just around the corner for her to pass. You think she's gone this way–at least, you heard her do so a moment ago. Suddenly, something flashes from the corner of your eye. Huh? You turn just in time for a hand to slam onto the wall, war torn fingers inches short of your face.
Oh my God.
Your frightful cry is overshadowed by her booming, terrifying laughter. It echoes through the halls, bouncing around your fleeing form as you sprint, desperate to get away. Ambessa walks with quick, yet leisure strides behind you, as if she knows that no matter your efforts she'll catch you soon enough. She calls out to you in a deep, sing song voice.
"Did I scare you, my little princess? Don't worry–I'll do much worse when I have you in my hands."
When she decides to finally catch you, it's in the bathhouse.
The steam makes it hard to see her until it's too late–and suddenly there are thick arms around you, pulling you underwater. When you break the surface you sputter, quickly turning red when you feel Ambessa's bare breasts against your back. Your own attire hides nothing now that it's drenched, and your warlord is particularly happy she got it for you at this moment.
She doesn't say too much, chasing you was fun, but seeing your wide eyes and heaving chest, your soft pleas to spare me like honey dripping over her ears...
She's a bit. Heated.
So it's growls in your ears and snarled out commands, pinning your arms to the edge of the bath to fuck you senseless. She's rougher than usual, hands pressing hard enough to leave light bruises and bites all over your skin. You feel a bit like a ragdoll under her touch, tossed into position after position until your full of tears and begging for her to be satisfied, because God fucking damnit–at this rate, she might kill you.
So. In conclusion, that day you find out how very intertwined regular lust...and bloodlust is for your precious warlord :)
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Is Carole in Star Rail??? WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING IM SO CONFUSED????
Honkai Star Rail's train (left) and the train from the video/trailer thing (right) is similar
OK update, after a bit of reading, the train from the video might be the "Cosmic Juggernaut" which is used to "look across the Imaginary Tree into other universes" ... which also looks similar to Akivili's train in Star Rail so uhh,
The comments are very contradictive, some say it is a Star Rail teaser while newer comments say it is non-canon now, as it was just a "concept animated short"
I barely know who Carole is apart from some glimpses I caught while skipping through the APHO1 story
But, hypothetically, if Carole WAS indeed in Star Rail with Welt, then the mysterious girl character mentioned in Welt's character story might be her...?
The names are just speculations, for all I know I could've completely missed the mark lol
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OK, after giving it more thought, combinations for the names might be
March 7th, ???, Dan Heng, Himeko, Trailblazer
???, March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Trailblazer
Pom-pom(?), March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Trailblazer
Trailblazer(?), March 7th, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom-pom(?)
For combination #3 : Why I put pom-pom in question mark is bc they don't seem very prominent in the story, thus I'm not sure if they fit the "protagonist" label.
For combination #4 : My brother proposed the fifth was Pompom because they look so much like a mascot character in cartoons and thus is a "common character in cartoons". Also the character is referred to as a "creature", not a human/person. Also, I guess the trailblazer's personality may be seen as "sparkling"? maybe? And there is no reference to gender
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None of my brothers who have Welt have reached level 80, and Idk anyone who reached that level already so I can't like, double check it
Also why is it "[blank]'s relationship"?
I'm assuming since it's Welt's own character story and Welt's OWN LOG, it would be talking about himself. Is he referring to his old name, Joachim? Or is it from another character's POV?
Also 2, why are the names redacted? I assumed it was the Astral Express because he mentioned "protagonists", since he refers to the trailblazer as the "protagonist". But could it be with some other characters from other games?
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wip wednesday
Ohhhh man, I practically missed it but I haven't fallen asleep yet so - in my head - that means technically it's still Wednesday. Also, yes, I am sorry for getting distracted. Again.
He should’ve clocked it the moment it happened but he was so busy pretending it didn’t mean what he wanted it to that he had no chance of figuring out what it actually did.
At least not until his fingers graze the tackiness of his jeans.
He wasn’t injured, for once his acrobatics paying off in zero injury but he tries to remember if he’d gotten blood or guts on himself, to inspect it without jostling Stiles too much with his examination. His head is heavy and warm against Derek’s shoulder, his breaths slow, his heartbeat—
Derek freezes, presses his palm into his pants and holds it up in the dark cab of the car. A passing street light illuminates the very wet, very red shine coating his palm and Derek manhandles Stiles up, who gives a weak groan—weak, so weak—and Derek sees the growing, gummy stain on his side.
“Drive faster,” he snarls at Scott, ripping out of his jacket and cursing himself for having such an impractical one. He yanks off his shirt with so much force he nearly tears it in two, pushes Stiles down as flat as he can, and jams the fabric into his wound.
Stiles’ scream is half-strangled and trails off in a whine. Derek’s stopped seeing him though, stuck on how the hell he could’ve thought Stiles would ever choose to touch him so comfortably.
That wasn’t something they did and he’d known that, damn it. He’d want it to mean something and it did, it meant Stiles was barely fucking conscious and about to bleed out.
Once again tagging anyone who wants to flaunt their progress on the *coughs* one thing they're working on.
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