cries. sobs, even.

not being able to see during sex is.. definitely a new experience for yakumo.

it’s not a bad experience, per say, it’s just new. almost strange. the idea of not being able to look at his lover(s) while being intimate would be off putting if not for the heightened sensitivity his lack of sight brings.

he thinks eiden is in front of him, while quincy holds him from behind, but he’s not sure. if he stopped to think about it, he knows he would be able to figure it out, but the pairs of hands caressing his body don’t allow him to form a coherent thought for more than a few seconds.

yakumo lets out a quiet whimper as he feels a hand pet across his collarbone, before fingers begin playing at his nipple on one side while simply teasing his chest on the other. at the same time, he registers a kiss high on his thigh, just close enough that when whoever left it moves away, yakumo feels their hair brush against his leaking erection.

“mmhn, m-mr. quincy, mr. e-eiden.. please..”

he doesn’t know who to beg, so both names tumble from his lips. a kiss is pressed to his shoulder in response, and he hears eiden speak for the first time in a few minutes.

“shh, it’s okay, yakumo. just let us take care of you.”

then, as if communicating in a way yakumo couldn’t see, the kiss to his shoulder becomes a gentle bite, while a hand wraps around his cock. he knows that’s eiden’s hand, he’s felt it enough times to have it memorized by now. eiden always knows just what yakumo likes, rubbing his thumb against the tip of the serpent’s cock in gentle little circles that leave his thighs shaking to gather precum before slowly sliding down the rest of his shaft.

that must mean the person behind him, currently sucking a mark onto his neck, is quincy. he should’ve known from the sheer size of the large bulge pressing against the small of his back alone. a cock that big (without even being fully hard!) could only belong to one man. the feeling of quincy behind him, biting and kissing at his neck and shoulders, reminds him of the way the forest guardian fills him up so nicely, satisfying his instinctual urge to be bred. the thought of being so empty when quincy could be inside of him makes yakumo let out a needy whine.

as if sensing his desires, quincy suddenly grips yakumo’s hip and thrusts, releasing a deep, breathy growl into the serpent’s ear, directly against his gemstone earring.

at the same time, eiden’s other hand comes into play, fondling and massaging yakumo’s balls while rubbing his thumb over the leaking slit of the serpent’s tip, back and forth, ever so slowly, in a way that feels almost tortuously good with the blindfold on.

when yakumo cums, he’s drowning in the feeling of quincy toying with his now tender nipples, and eiden’s fingers slipping down to tease at his entrance. he knows he’s not supposed to be able to see anything, but in that moment, he sees stars.

Nu carnival is a great game because you have so many things being represented such as

Garu and Karu - System rep with a pretty good writing and a trauma behind their system forming. dumb puppyboy rep

Rei - Hypersexuality and the dehumanization of self to the point you view sex as nothing more than a coin for a certain time. brat power bottom who can't shut up

Olivine - Religious guilt and finding your own place in society without others expectations. huge tits (bottom version)

Yakumo - The struggles of controlling oneself to not hurt those who you love while also learning to accept others love. constant struggler disorder

Edmond - Repressed sexual desires and learning to embrace those and be yourself among those you trust. anime tsundere disorder

Aster - Being 'born' out of necessity and need to someone to eventually have them leave you with no reasonings or explanations with you having to solve things on your own, without someone you depended on. capitalist transmasc twink

Morvay - Same as Aster but also being constantly equated to just your sexual self and having others treating you as simply that or how dumb you are when you're so much more than that. slutty bimbo (male) (not a himbo) rep

Blade - Being deemed as defective due to the way you simply behaved when still young while noticing the nature of others during that time and being made to fit the others ideals of you so you weren't left aside. being just a silly goofy guy :3

Dante - Having to assume heavy responsibilities at a young age and how this affects one in their future while also having those who don't know you judge you for your harshness when you are simply trying your best. bad dick game

Quincy - Having others taking your help while at the same time being afraid of you and keeping you at distance due to this fear. huge tits (top version), sleepy disorder

Kuya - Feeling ostracized by those you know by your simple nature and who you are as a person, being left all alone by simply feeling like no one could understand you. knotting and mpreg kink

Eiden - Growing up in an orphanage. Being in a low-key shitty workplace. Suddenly being dragged to a new place you don't know anyone in and having to adapt yourself to it. Being put responsibilities and titles upon you that you simply weren't prepared for. having others hopes put upon you while at the same time others doubt your own aptitude to the job. Being compared to someone who came before you and how you are nothing when compared to them. and perhaps the most important thing the struggles of sluts in modern gay society and having to deal with your polycule where all the members are lowkey freaks

Nu: Carnival birthday art icons (2/2) ♡

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@thepersonaking56 wrote: No leave them kids alone! or else...... they will come out to play.

Anon wrote: I roll to cast Power Word: Kill on Sigmund… that’s a nat20–

"Oh, please. Your meaningless threats mean nothing to me. I don't care how enchanted these letters are, You have no power. I've already won."

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Anon wrote: I wouldn't be too Full of yourself if I were YOU Sigmund.

" Oh, REALLY? And why do you suppose that I shouldn't be proud of my achievements? What are you gonna do? Manifest into the room?"

**LOUD CRASH BEHIND HIM**

"Oh."

~ Sigmund ⛓️

drop the jazz recs!!!! 💝

okie!! jazz has existed since the 1920s so there’s a century of people and albums i can give you but i’ll try to keep it simple. if you want more i always have more to give i’m so happy to be asked 🥹

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the master is miles davis, inventor of the cool - too much to say about him so i’ll say go with his most famous records:

kind of blue, 1959, 5 songs, 45 minutes. fav song: “so what?” - defined my childhood. his most popular by far

birth of the cool, 1957, 11 songs, 32 minutes.

then the queen of jazz and one of the most popular singers of all time, ella fitzgerald. decades of music and influence so i’ll give you

this legendary performance of “mack the knife” where she forgot the words halfway through and makes a grammy winning show of it.

her 1960 christmas album, specifically her cover of “frosty the snowman”

this youtube playlist of her best stuff if you want more

she also has several albums with several other jazz kings. i’ll just mention one: trumpeter and singer louis armstrong.

they did 47 songs together, here’s my favorite two:

“cheek to cheek”

“dream a little dream of me.”

and jazz is a very historically and culturally black genre of music but i’ll throw you one white boy, chet baker:

chet baker sings, 1956, 14 songs, 44 minutes. best song: “i fall in love too easily”

hope you like it!!!

Quincy Horst Headcanons (New Year Edition 🐉🇦🇺)

Hello. Happy 2024! 🎇

I still struggle to articulate my thoughts at the moment, but I want to thank everyone for the support during this 2023. 💞 I'm genuinely grateful that even if this blog remains small, there's people out there that want to listen to the silly stories I give these characters. There's so much to share yet, like the Euro B coaches and the Toro Blanco, but I have confidence I will be able to do it soon. Thank you for waiting, and on the meantime, let's talk about something else today.

Back on my main blog @/brucemarlin I remember reblogging a drawing with THE Bruce Marlin for the first post of the year 2023. Why not doing the same for here, too? Given I don't post much about Quincy Horst despite my URL, I guess this is a good way to fix it.

To clarify, this is a summarized outline. So unlike Gareth -which I divided in detailed parts-, this is a bullet point with smaller pieces, but that do explain my overall ideas with Quincy at least until the FFI. This is also a very rushed post, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Quincy was born in Kalgoorlie, the so-called aussie city of gold. However due to issues his family had to move out to Esperance later on.

Overall, the Horst family had been operating a mining company since their arrival to Australia, but lately the business has been struggling with many things, such as past controversies and their main goldmine starting to dry out.

This is where Quincy's profile comes out, he desires as to find a goldmine mainly as economical support (and a quick way to gain fame for himself). Ironically he does get into the geological aspects later on in life.

He is the 5th child in a family of 7, mostly composed of girls. The other boy in the family went already to study at Canberra, so he's absent most of the time. This led for Quincy to interact with his sisters more, obviously with the consequence of him getting mannerisms, atitude and interests that can be seen as """girly""". Not a bad thing at all, but it did gave him a hard time at school; specially from the other boys.

But unlike similar situations, Quincy did the risky thing of actually fighting his own bullies back. It didn’t end up well, and while it helped his parents realize the gravity of the situation, by that point Quincy had gotten tried.

For the rest of his adolesnce, he developed the radical choice of hating anything girly (Be interests or even just the color pink), at the same time trying to find ways to look "cooler" or "macho". Until he grew up from it, this did strain the relationship with most of his sisters; specially those he once used to play with.

But not everything was bad, at least. Around the end of Primary School, turns out Quincy's aunt started to date a man of surname Marlin, who also had a son. The boy named Bruce was quick to befriend Quincy due to their similar age and interests, so at least Quin finally had another boy to rely on. Hell, he does consider Bruce to be more of an older brother figure than his actual bro.

Thanks to him Quincy also got onto soccer, though by getting accidentally hit by one of his show-off shots. The sudden incident at least made Quincy develop interest into becoming a goalkeeper. While researching aboit the sport he soon stumbled upon Jean Baker, the keeper from Sydney whose fame was slowly growing. Finding him badass, Quin started to use him as a role-model on his training. But soon the sentiment grew from "I want to be like him" to "I will be BETTER than him C:<"

I guess that's the most essential info for now; there's still quite lots of things to talk about Quincy and his family on detail, but this is a good outline of what I have.

But, here's a little add-on, since we are on the Year of the Dragon: Since their origins, the Horst family has kept for generations the very exclusive belief of the Horst Dragon, a mythical draconic creature that has been protecting them for centuries, even when the family moved from Germany to Australia. Even to this day Mr. Horst is a firm believer of this creature, and he was succesful to pass this enthusiasm on his son. Quincy is the most passionate child about the Horst Dragon, even more than his other -skeptical- siblings. He even claims at times that the Horst Dragon helps him to guard the goal. Huh.

Seviathan was rather looking forward to being done with his duties for the day. Quincy was no doubt going to show up and while he shouldn't be nearly as excited about that as he effectively is, he justifies it with wanting to see how attached the owlet is to him now that valentine's day has come around. His parents had been in discussion with another of the nobles' families for a contract for a few months already and while he did enjoy the girl's company for their similar tastes in entertainment, both of them knew actual romantic love was unlikely to blossom. Seviathan was perfectly fine with that, but today proved a fine occasion to implement more of his plans for the owlet. How would he look, holding whatever gifts he'd come to bear yet happily hopeful expression consumed with those big, beautiful tears he cried whenever something got too much for him. Yes, today was going to be a wonderful time~ || Seviathan to Quincy || he was looking forward to the attention but it was too wholesome so he made it awful instead and i can't wait to write all of it out— xD - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʟʏ-ᴅɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This is the first valentine's day in Quincy's life that has mattered... Every year, the holiday would come around to serve as a cruel reminder that he was unloved— as if he NEEDED any more of those —but truthfully, even that was of little consequence. Quincy so accustomed to the heaviness in his chest that it would feel odd to take a breath without it weighing him down. Watching as others engaged in new courtships, celebrated ones long-withstanding, or were arranged into beneficial agreements... It was but background noise to the insecurities already frolicking around in the owlet's mind. Tossing the mangled remains of wilted roses in celebration of a feeling that needed not a single day, but could be suffered ALL YEAR ROUND.

Today, however, is different. Today, Quincy is in love... Not only that, but he is loved in return. Why else would Seviathan direct so much time and energy at someone like him? Surely there are more worthy conquests. Yet QUINCY is the one being held in those unrelenting arms ( as if anyone else doing so would be a worse sin than any other committed in Hell ) , being gazed at by eyes so sharp Quincy can feel them cut with merely a glance. Dissecting him, pulling him apart to reveal whatever lies beneath... A vulnerability Quincy REVELS in, knowing it's not all pretty.

Most of it is likely very ugly... Yet Sev wants him to stay, regardless.

A mercy that unmatched deserves only the BEST gift on their first— and hopefully not last, foolish as Quincy feels at thinking into their future —Valentine's day. Cliché as he knows it is, there's a giddiness buzzing beneath his feathers as he approaches his boyfriend's lover's home. A mixture of nervousness and elation at the opportunity to feel this unique type of anxiety.

Forgetting in his eagerness that he could use magic to ease his burden and have his gift float beside him ( he may not be the strongest when it comes to spells, but levitation is hardly strenuous ) in his hold lies a large plant. Potted so it may continue to thrive— Quincy aghast at thought of gifting Sev with flora cut down in their prime —it had taken no shortage of effort to procure the rare and poisonous plant. One that he knows Sev has been lacking in his collection. Despite how much he neglects to ACT like it, Quincy comes from a family with its own fair share of pull. So procuring the specimen had been… difficult ( for him, specifically ) but doable.

Finally arriving at Sev's, it isn't until the other man is in sight that Quincy experiences a familiar sinking sensation in his stomach. Perfect present suddenly feeling like not nearly enough when in the presence of the man it is for. Swallowing his bout of nerves, Quincy flashes a sincere but shaky smile. The blush in his face pairing with the unease of his posture in a way only Seviathan can entice within him.

Peeking out from the side of the unwieldy plant, ❛ ear tufts ❜ sheepishly rest back against his head, ❝ H-Happy Valentine's day, Sev! I um, heh— I got you a gift... ❞ He lamely begins, face flushing brighter at stating the obvious. Clearing his throat, he nods his head to the plant in his hold, ❝ You have such an— impressive collection of plants and I wanted to help contribute. I noticed you didn't have this one yet and I thought you might... want to? Heheh... ❞

Please, please, PLEASE let Sev like his gift. 「 ☆ 」

this came to me in a vision

quincy’s fingers are so nice and thick, easily able work yakumo open. and he needs to do a thorough job if he doesn’t want to hurt the serpent, being the size he is.

yakumo’s so patient though, he’ll even wait until quincy’s made him come on his fingers alone a few times before he starts to get a little antsy. he’s so wonderfully sensitive, all it takes is quincy’s broad fingers curling in the exact right spot to leave him panting and shaking. and quincy’s relentless with it, rubbing incessantly until yakumo’s thighs shake and he lets out those cute little choked off gasps that he does.

as much as quincy loves to make yakumo squirm and whine, he also loves to tease. he knows it makes yakumo terribly embarrassed to say what he wants outright, especially during sex, but the look he gets on his face when he’s trying to push through that embarrassment is too cute to resist sometimes.

if the serpent needs a bit of encouragement, though, quincy has no problem rubbing and twisting his fingers against that special spot just the right way to leave yakumo writhing and whining breathlessly, hips moving subconsciously trying desperately to find relief.. and then cruelly stopping right before he can cum.

yakumo lets out a whine, a disappointed pout clearly visible on his face.

“m-mr. quincy… please…”

“what do you want?” those teasing words are coupled with the slow movements of his fingers, back and forth, almost grazing against yakumo’s prostate but just barely missing it with each thrust. the serpent shivers, trying to fuck down onto quincy’s fingers but stopping once the forest guardian puts his other hand on yakumo’s hip and easily holds him in place.

“i.. i-i want…. y-you…”

“where do you want me?”

a little more, a little bit closer to that spot yakumo desperately needs him to touch. he squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip against the whimper that wants to break through. so close, so close…

“….i-inside….”

although it’s barely a whisper, quincy hears the word loud and clear. he angles his fingers just that slightest bit, finally making contact with yakumo’s prostate and rubbing nonstop in a way that punches a loud moan out of the serpent’s throat. before yakumo has time to cover his mouth to prevent more embarrassing sounds like that from escaping, the edging mixed with the sudden relentless assault proves to be too much, and he cums, head thrown back as he lets out strangled gasps and whines.

yakumo’s brought back from his post-orgasmic high by the feeling of quincy pressing a gentle kiss to his stomach as he removes his fingers from the serpent’s entrance. his murmur of protest against being left empty is cut off by another kiss, and two husky words whispered against his gemstone.

“good boy ♡”

everytime I see someone talking about how quincy tops kuya I give myself thoughts of quincy getting topped to restore the balance in the nu carnival world

Pffft, what a bunch of pompous LOSERS...!

Joy! Gifts be upon ye! (Not sure if it went through)

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Submission/Art by @prince0fpaints

-ˏˋ @gravewalked ♡ quincy fey

The princess had been in the middle of a meeting with the council when Champsworth had discreetly shuffled in. She felt him enter the room, leaned over when he landed at her side so he could whisper the news he had brought into her ear. His quiet entry did little to disrupt the meeting because the minute she heard, she was up on her feet in the middle of the Agriculture Minister's report.

She didn't wait to explain, turning on her heel and dashing out the room as Champsworth was left to deal with the aftermath. It didn't matter, though, not right now. She kicked off her heels in the middle of the hall to run faster towards her destination. The hallways she spent her entire life walking suddenly seemed so much longer than she remembered.

Peach finally got to the great hall, nearly going over the railing as she arrived at the top of the stairs, wildly searching for him. Every single thing aside from her rapid heartbeat seemed to stop the moment she spotted him. Her chest heaved with her heavy breath, but she mustered up a last burst of energy to dash down the stairs.

❛ You're back ! ❜ Peach didn't even get to the last step. Reaching out with open arms, the princess practically soared. ❛ Oh ! You're back ! ❜ She gasped into the crook of his neck, gripping him close.