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vagabond-umlaut · 5 months

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ruby, one baker's dozen

Winter mornings are meant to be whiled away in the silent comfort of one's blankets— a rule the feared King of Curses knows and follows— or must one say, he knows and desperately wishes to follow, but alas!

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; tons & gallons of tooth-rotting domestic fluff; v light suggestiveness in the beginning; before everything transforms into silliness; SLEEPY LOVING & CUDDLING; you & 'kuna have two adorable menaces as your twin babies— life is definitely fun for you, handling three ryomen's on a daily basis! xD [ryomen isn't rly sukuna's surname, is it? well, here in these tags, it is :)]

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

One thing which Sukuna cherishes more than most is his sleep.

And one thing which Sukuna cherishes more than sleep is when you're the one waking him.

Feathery kisses pressing themselves into the column of his neck. Sharp nails slowly dragging down the length of his arm. Your tiny figure moving to lie atop of him, freezing yet more comforting than the warmest fires this wintry dawn—

A rumble of a chuckle leaving, he opens an eye to find you staring. Your enchanting eyes heavy with sleep, and those twinkles never not there when he catches you gazing upon him. A languid smile adorns his face.

"Isn't it too early for you to be awake, wife?"

"Perhaps," you hum, lifting your lips into a drowsy tilt, "But it is never early for me to admire my husband," your hand moves from travelling down his arm to card through his hair, "At times, I cannot believe you're married to me. You're far too ethereal for anything– for anyone from this world."

You're jesting, is the first thought which crosses Sukuna's mind. But it is banished the very next instant— when he notices the sincerity engraved into your features and words, clear as day for all to see.

Ignoring the erratic rhythm thundering within his chest, your lover wraps an arm round your waist and pulls you flush to himself. Another hand moves to run through your messy hair gently. Basking in the content sigh you offer as a response, he grumbles, "Flattery never works on me, woman. Speak your mind freely, without resorting to such trifling words."

"Ah, but what if I was speaking my mind, my king?" you breathe out, giggling lightly, "I do see you as someone otherworldly, someone who is— mmph!"

Unusual yet far-from-unknown feelings clouding his vision, Sukuna captures your lips into a fiery motion with his own. Two hands alternating between caressing you through your nightgown and squeezing the supple flesh lying beneath it. A third hand slipping the thin strap of the gown past your shoulder. While the fourth one reaches towards the nightstand, for the–

"The necklace!"

Sukuna draws in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss. You make a noise, somewhere between puzzled and disgruntled— yet your husband finds himself unable to focus on it as he moves you to shift into a sitting posture— not when he cannot find the necklace he gifted you the night prior, the very one he unclasped from round your neck and kept on the table before going to bed—

A soft gasp drags his attention back to you. To your wide, terrified eyes.

"Don't tell me you cannot find the necklace, Sukuna!!" The warning in your tone is unmistakeable as you lean over him to look at the stand. "It must have been worth more than a fortune— I always ask you to mind your expenses yet you never—"

"The money isn't the problem, wife," Sukuna doesn't wait for you before snapping, "The problem's in the security— though for an intruder to escape my eye, it is nigh impossi—"

Your lover stills.

The very moment two tiny yet blinding Cursed Energy signatures make themselves known. Chortling. Toddling from the nursery adjacent into the bedroom. Of course, with your necklace of rubies being held by one of them.

A joyous shriek leaves them when they see you awake, tiny legs waddling even faster to help them reach you sooner— yet much too slow for the likes of the feared King of Curses.

In a fraction of a second, he wrenches the blankets off to place his feet on the ground. And stomping over to the two– now rooted to their spot, crimson eyes narrowed into slits at their father– he scoops each up into one arm. And glowers.

"Why did you steal this, you brats?"

The twins share an oddly telepathic-seeming look with each other— before the younger, Mizuki, answers, chubby face set in a deep scowl, "Gift, pwetty. Mama, pwetty."

"Yes, I agree," Sukuna seethes, barely restraining his temper, "But that gift was for me to give your mother. Not for you to give her. How dare you-"

"No!!" A hand smacks him, one he realises is covered in drool. If looks could kill, your husband reckons your elder twin Amaya would've long since shoved him into the realm of death by now. She hits him again. "Mizu–Aya gift Mama. Papa no gift Mama."

A scathing retort sits at the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it back when he hears your giggles. Your feet land on the floor with a soft tap! before ambling over. You press a sweet kiss to each of your daughters' foreheads, eliciting two sets of identical laughs in reply.

You coo, "Did my two darlings get me a beautiful gift, hm?"

The twins nod vigorously, Mizuki nearly shoving the ornament into your face. Annoyance ticks in Sukuna's jaw, but he stops himself from chastising them— you'll chew his ears off if he interrupts your 'mama-babies bonding moment' or whatever.

Shooting him an awfully delighted glance, you take the necklace and wearing it, grin with a brow raised. "So... how do I look, babies?"

"Pwetty!!!"

The twins waste not even an instant before screeching their opinion, right into their father's ears— yet, somehow, the latter cannot find it within himself to be mad for that. Not when they have only spoken the truth, for you indeed do look very pretty.

Absolutely nothing less than a vision.

A vision your husband has to take a deep breath to restrain from ravishing this very moment— lest it scars the children and you snap his neck in return— he clears his throat noisily to regain your attention. Subtly nodding your head at him, he watches you redirect your gaze to the toddlers— that sweet smile still lighting your face, yet a tad serious.

A change, he gathers, Amaya and Mizuki too realise, given the way they sneak a glance of each other before returning their eyes to you. Smoothing the hair on top of Amaya's head, you hum, "The gift was pretty too, my darlings— but I wonder when the two of you went to the market to buy it, y'know?"

A tense moment passes with yet another telepathic look between the twins. Voice still soft, you inquire, "Were you the ones who bought me this, babies?"

"No..." Amaya shakes her head after a second's hesitation. Mizuki adds, features crestfallen, "Papa buy gift. We no buy gift."

"Ah... I see..." Sukuna watches you say, catching the meaningful smile you direct his way. "So, Papa was the one who bought this for Mama. But Aya and Mizu didn't want her to receive the gift from him, so they decided to sneak into the room when they were sleeping, steal the gift, then give it to Mama next morning, making her think it is from them— am I right or am I wrong, babies?"

"Of course, you're right, my Queen," your lover scoffs, ready to pour more fuel into the fire— but falls silent on receiving your glare— which considerably softens when you look at the toddlers in his arms. But not by too much.

His Queen is kind yet never the kindest— one of the many things he admires about you.

"Amaya? Mizuki?" you press them one more time, only to earn few quiet sniffles in response. Soon followed by two teary voices, sing-song in a chorus, "Sowwy, Mama. Sooo sowwy."

"Nuh-nuh," you tut, folding your arms across your chest and shaking your head, "I'm not the one you wronged. You wronged your father. Say sorry to him."

Hostility— the one of the bitterest kind— flashes in the eight crimson eyes scowling at him. Tears now nothing save mere vapour, thanks to the fury at their father. Sukuna smirks, seeing Amaya give him a resentful look while her sister pouts at you pleadingly.

You beam back, as sweet as ever. "Say sorry to your Papa, sweeties. Or I'll take your toys away for a week."

"Mama!?" The older of the two shrieks, indignation and betrayal written all over her face— Mizuki, ever the more even-tempered and pragmatic of the duo, wastes no time in complying to your command. "Sowwy Papa," she says, tears refilling her eyes, "So sowwy. Mizuki not wrong Papa again," then turns to her twin, tone brooking no room for disagreement, "Aya, say sowwy Papa."

Quite a few beats pass before Amaya eventually concedes defeat and grits out a barely-heard apology— your husband's smirk growing more taunting, he pulls you closer to tuck you into his side and presses a kiss to the top of your head. All the while two of his eyes remain focused on those two bite-sized fuming competitors for his wife's love.

You peer up at him, those twinkles making a comeback in your mesmerising eyes.

"The princesses are more your children than mine, my king," you tease, "A month away from their second birthday and they've already started to resort to such devious methods for my affection! How shall I ever keep them in check, I wonder..."

The same way you reprimanded them right now, the thought crosses his mind. But he decides not to express it so. Not when he still has a revenge to exact for having his time with you interrupted in such a rude fashion.

"Fret not, my Queen," he murmurs, "We can always let the princesses stay at home when the next fair comes to the nearby villages, whilst we both visit it— I'm certain that will be a lesson good enough for— Ow, you fuckers!!!!"

Two war cries erupt in the room in response, soon followed by two flurries of attacks from his two greatest adversaries— a development, he knows, will never not lead to you yelling, the twins wailing, and him being deprived of you for who-knows-how-long— given how clingy those two gremlins grow after making you mad–

And yet. And yet.

The King of Curses finds himself not too irked with the way things have turned out to be.

Not when the three lights of his world are all in his arms, making this dark wintry dawn brighter and warmer than the midday sun— never mind the stinging scratches on his left cheek, the repeated smacks on his right cheek and the extremely exasperated groan from right beside him.

Sukuna reckons— nay, he knows— he cherishes you and your two imps the most out of everything.

▸ honourable mentions: @poe-daydreams for giving me the DILF!SUKUNA brainrot, @avatarofstars for constantly supporting and motivating me out of one of my worst writer's blocks, @thefallofruins for being the sweet & kind owner of the other half of my braincells, @javarium for hyping me up so-freaking-much all-the-freaking-time!! TYYYY & I LOVE U ALL SOOO MUCHHH 🥰🥰🥰

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #trueform!sukuna #true form sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff #kit posts 📝

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anxi-aashi · 2 months

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SJCKEBCEJGNF I LOVE YOUR WRITING BABES! Honestly your pirate series and giving childe a bj was hot omg- Can I request like Husband! Childe x Wife! Reader? Like childe wants a another kid or smth even thought they have so many XD and just you know breeding reader or smth- Ajfjehfjrjff anyways you're amazing!!!!! love you :>>>> <33333

a/n: TYSM this took me absolutely way too long to finish BUT im officially on spring break now so hopefully I'll be able to write some more again!

cw: breeding (with intent), praise, fem!reader, fingering, kids (derogatory), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

At last, your crotch goblins were asleep.

It felt like years had passed just trying to get them to settle down after dinner, much less convince them to get into bed; your youngest spent about fifteen minutes arguing with his dad in the bathroom before finally brushing his teeth.

And yet, as you and your husband wandered past the doorways of all five of your kids, watching them sleep without a care in the world, you felt a sort of contentness fill your chest knowing you’d probably have to do it all over again the next night.

While watching your third shift in her sleep, drooling, Childe joined you, resting his head atop yours and rubbing a palm on your arm soothingly. “Phew! That took forever,” he remarked in a whisper.

You snickered along with him and turned to meet his eyes. “You’re pooped, too? Thought you were all about the thrill of danger.”

He snorted softly. “Right, nothing more dangerous than five gremlins who napped a little too long after lunch.” His gaze slipped to your third behind you, now passed out flat on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s follow their lead tonight, hm?”

With that, he led you to the room you both shared. The two of you went about your nightly routines in comfortable silence, you brushing your teeth while Childe picked out something for the two of you to watch together before bed. Or at least, you thought he was.

Childe was not doing that. Instead, he watched you, his wife. Wife. It still hit him every now and then that you were his, no matter how long you two had been married. What did you see in him that made you say yes when he proposed? When he first asked you out? He’d probably never know.

He knew what he saw in you, though. And somewhere in that long list of qualities (that he had written on his phone), was your pussy.

The same pussy that birthed his five kids. The same one that got so wet every time he whispered something filthy in your ear. That hugged his dick so perfectly.

Fuck, he was hard. And you were none the wiser, simply rinsing the toothpaste from your mouth like normal.

Childe’s eyes trailed down to your ass as you bent over the sink. Down your legs, up to your stomach covered with the fabric from your fitted tank top. He pictured it— remembered it— stretched out and swollen, round with his kid growing inside. You had looked so good pregnant. Every time.

And suddenly, he really wanted to see you pregnant again.

Hands snaked around your waist as you washed your face, drawing your attention to the mirror in front of you. “Hm, what’s up?” you asked his reflection.

Childe remained silent, opting to take his time feeling you up instead. His hands idly roamed around your stomach, grazing the sides of your breasts, leaving tingles of goosebumps in their wake, until finally landing on your hips and pulling you flush against him.

A squeak of surprise escaped you, a question close behind, but the motives behind his behavior became clear when you noticed his hard-on nestled snugly between your ass cheeks. “Ajax! You can’t wait five minutes for me to finish here?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he mused, ignoring your protest.

You bent over to rinse the soap from your face. “‘A while?’ Did you already forget how you practically jumped me the other day after the kids went to school?”

“I mean since we had one.”

You paused at his clarification, standing up straight to meet his eyes through the mirror.

He had that look in his eye— one you had seen many times before. Five times, to be exact. Childe smoothed his hands over your hips, the pressure combined with the dull throbbing of his cock against your ass making you dizzy. “You always look so beautiful carrying my baby. Let me give you another one?”

You forced yourself to think around the growing arousal simmering in your blood. “You want another baby or you just want to get me knocked up again? Pretty important difference, there.”

His grin was devious as one of his hands migrated to slide into your panties. “I think six is a much better number than five, don’t you think?” A finger grazed your slick folds. Childe’s grin only grew wider. “Kinda feels like you agree with me.”

You tilted your head to lean against his shoulder, relishing in the sensations of his fingers teasing your sex. “Please,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. Ever the gentleman, your husband transported you swiftly to the bed, wasting no time pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while you rid yourself of your top. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull his face to yours, lips meeting in a messy kiss.

Childe ground his hips into yours, sending waves of heat pulsing through your limbs and encouraging more slick to seep from your cunt. He moaned into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy as impatience and need had you panting rather than meeting his lips. You were hot, so hot, desperate for any sort of attention that would soothe the steady ache building in your core, that when he finally dipped a finger into your drooling cunt, a loud moan ripped from your throat.

A hand slapped over your mouth, muffling any further sounds you made. Childe panted down at you, panic and lust etched into his face. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, “Don’t want to wake the little ones up, do we?”

You shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to keep fingering you.

“Good girl.” His finger slowly pulled out of you, only to sink back in up to the knuckle; again, again— another finger joined— again, again, until the steady pace he set had your pussy singing his praises in lewd squelches.

Grateful as you were for the stimulation, it wasn’t enough. You brought up a hand on top of his that covered your mouth, lifting it up just enough to gasp, “Please, please, want you inside me, wan’ you to fill me up.”

The dark chuckle Childe let out was almost patronizing. “Aw, my fingers aren’t enough for you? So impatient tonight,” he cooed, curling his fingers up to tease your g-spot before pulling them out.

“Don't worry, I’ll fill you up soon.”

And soon came faster than you expected. This time, you’re thankful that Childe’s hand was still so close to your mouth, otherwise the whine that you let out would’ve had you answering some very concerned questions from your kids. His cock sunk into you with ease and without warning, and you were suddenly reminded of how whole you felt when he gave you the piece you were missing. A shudder rippled through your body as he rolled his hips into yours, rutting with a need that you could tell was out of his control.

But just as it was starting to feel good, he paused, moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to fold you into a mating press before you could complain at the loss of movement.

With your cunt bared open to him in the new position, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with ease, grazing by the gummy spot hidden within your walls with every pass. Childe hissed in a breath when he felt you squeeze around him, hips stuttering into a steady pace that gave you no room to breathe.

The room was getting hot. Or maybe that was you? Childe always did have the nasty habit of fucking you out of your head, and now that he had a purpose in mind, you had a feeling you were going to be walking a little funny the next day.

Every slam of his cock sent your knees knocking into the mattress beside your head. Every slap of his balls against your ass as he filled you to the hilt with every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Every filthy thing your husband uttered without shame triggered another wave of slick to coat his cock, making it all the more easy for him to fuck you however he wanted.

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he panted. “I hope it's a girl— your tits always look so— hah— so much bigger with a girl.” The bed was creaking. “We’re gonna get it right on the first try, ‘kay? Not wasting time with a negative test. ‘M just gonna have to fill you enough tonight so that it takes. And you—” A hand of his left your thigh to swipe vigorously over your swollen clit. Your back arched, mouth dropping open with a whine. “--- You, are gonna cum as many times as you want. Got it, sweetheart?”

“A-jax,” you whimpered. “I— gonna—”

“Ohh, already?” he crooned. “Go ahead, cum on my cock. Want you to feel good while I knock you up.”

Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, the coil in your stomach snapping. This time it was you who covered your mouth the block the gutteral moan that threatened to make itself heard. The walls of your pussy clamped down on Childe, a small squeak accompanying the juices that spurted around his dick as he worked you through your high.

“Fuuuck, yes, just like that. So good, mmmh.” A bright flush glowed from under his pale skin, covering his face and sweat-soaked chest. His thumb stopped its assault on your clit to catch a dribble of your cum that slid down your ass.

You were almost a little disappointed when he didn’t offer it to you for a taste, but the sight of him licking it clean was more than enough to make it up. And enough of a distraction from the steadily building overstimulation of Childe’s cock still, albeit slowly, rocking into you.

A tear slid down your cheek, prompting Childe to lean over you to lick it up as well. He propped himself up by your head, his tongue dragged lightly across your cheekbone, then followed up with a multitude of kisses around your face. He finally reached your lips, rewarding you with a languid kiss, rimmed with the tang you recognized from your cum.

Against your lips, Childe continued to mumble praises in between sloppy kisses, each sentence egging him on to chase his release. “You taste so good.” His warm breath graced your mouth as he spoke. He was too close, too warm, you were too warm, the heat radiating off the both of you so palpable you swear you could touch it. And it was his fault. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful. Mother of my kids.” A hand of his drifted down to palm your tummy, pressing down until you could both feel his dick rearranging your guts beneath your skin. “Feel me here? That’s where I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much it’ll be dripping out of you and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”

You yelped as he buried his head into the crook of your neck to better focus on drilling his cock into your g-spot. “Ajax!”

“Fuck, yes, say my name. Say my name. Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Ajax, it’s yours! ‘S your pussy— please cum, please, please,” you sobbed.

“‘M almost there, almost— ” he cut himself off with a groan. His thrusts turned sloppy, steady pounding shifting to erratic jackhammering before his hips stuttered, and he pushed himself to the hilt again before spilling his load into you.

You sighed in bliss, basking in the warmth settled in your belly. As Childe caught his breath, he picked his head up to look at you quizzically.

“You didn’t cum again.”

You shook your head with a raspy laugh. “It's ok.”

Inside your cunt, you felt his cock twitch. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You’re right, it is. You’ll cum again soon anyways.” Childe slid out of you, making you whine at the loss before wrapping an arm around your waist and carrying you with him as he sat up, plopping you in his lap.

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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27 ASKS! :00 THANK YOU!! :}} 🧈

@amoonlight007

I'm indifferent to it. I know of it and have seen a lot of people play it, buuuut it doesn't really catch my interest much.. :( 💔

If he was starving or dehydrated.. he probably could have :( Not sure what he'd see or hear though..

@neo-metalscottic

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD 💖💖

Although unfortunately I cannot reveal anything without spoiling stuff..

Though I can say that the animatronics- new and old, are not fully aware of Fazbear Entertainments history.. 👀

@badlyblurry

WAAAAATHANKNYOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭💖😭THIS MADE MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER FR THANK YOU SO MUCH!! YOU'RE TOO KIND!!💖💖💖

I think there is yeah :0

Well of course :0 But considering Seam and Jevil's trauma with Spade King.. if they ever saw a Lancer they likely would have just turned the other way in discomfort-

I feel like either Peso, Dashi or Captain Barnacles. :0

Other than maybe effecting his magic in someway..? I cant think of anything :0

That world looks beautiful! Yet also spooky <XD I don't know anything about Worldless but if its safe, they'll stay a while. :0

I feel like none of the Octonauts get seasick. Considering their species, line of work, and life experience..

But maybe if there's a crazy storm of sorts,, mayyybe.. Tweak.? wouldn't feel the best? But it'd be less sea sick and more like a headache. :(

I don't intend for them to encounter anything like that no.. <:/ But if they did? They would FREAK OUT. You bet the Octopod would be stationed nearby for months as the Octonauts studied the sunken city XD

Oh hugs for sure. Angsty? Wholesome? It doesn't really matter. A hugs a hug and I love drawing them 🤗

XDD I'm glad you like what you see! And I'm technically into Undertale atm! Well, its a bit more focused on Deltarune characters. (Seam and Jevil) But there's a handful of Undertale characters in there as well! :}}

XDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D And yes indeed! I am the culprit behind the silly jester men and their very large spider/human DJ friend XDDD

I'm not familiar with tarot cards, so I haven't thought about it no.. <:/ Sorry!

@rubydraft

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I DON'T HABE THE WORDF- THIOS IS SO KIND!! THANK YOU!!! STUFFING THIS ASK UNDER MY PILLOW SO I CAN WAKE UP AND READ IT AGAIN EVERY MORNING FRFR 💖💖😭💖

KXKSXCKJ FR THO IT'D BE LIKE THAT XDD

@khoiazo

I think they'd be too disturbed by the burning corpse on the ground to even realize that you were dancing <XD

I think that Fazbear entertainment doesn't add more characters because its a lot more complex than we might think.

Not only do you have to design and build the animatronic and its personality. Which would include probably thousands of dollars in work and trouble shooting to make one that is as advanced as the others..

You also have to set up an attraction for it. You have to set up marketing, plushies, clothes, toys, themed food, etc. You have to hire employees to run the attraction, you also have to train said employees on how to run the new attraction. You have to get handlers for the new animatronic, build another green room on Rockstar row, redo all the maps in the Pizzaplex to accommodate for the new attraction.

This also includes updating the fazwatches/making new fazwatches to hand out. Every single staff bot has to be updated in order to be made aware of the new animatronics presence and how to interact with it.

Like. Soooooo much would go into adding a new animatronic its crazy-

Jevil feels bad for his original counterpart. Because he's still locked up in a cell..

Seam is probably jealous of his original, thinking that he got off easy. He doesn't even have shackles..

Goner kid doesn't envy her original at all. Considering her original is still lost in the void somewhere..

Grillby had a run in with his original.. it did not go well..

Asgore does not envy his original at all. He cant imagine how it would feel for his children to pass, and his wife to leave him out of disgust...

River feels.. a bit indifferent to her original I imagine..

@elegysonnet

I do! Somewhat-

A family member introduced me to the web comic a few years ago. And I kept up with it for a while.. Eventually though it stopped updating. I was bummed. Figuring that something must have happened..

..Only to find out that they were working on a pilot animation the whole time and are as alive as ever! Still haven't sat down and watched the pilot like 9 months later-- 💔

As for my opinion on the comic, the artwork is fantastic. But I don't got two braincells to rub together and don't understand/remember the story so uh.. <:D yeah...

Now thankfully I don't think it would ever come to that-

Even after someone as powerful as an Asgore joined their group, Jevil is still endlessly paranoid and risks nothing when it comes to Seams/the groups safety.

If anyone found out that he could dimension hop? He would immediately assume that he is no longer safe around those people and would flee that AU.

And if someone did take him well.. now you've got a mighty king and a determined human on your tail. Which are not good people to have after you-

Though I suppose all of that aside.. if that did happen? The only one who would remember is Frisk. And she would be greatly disturbed.. Upon a reset, she would tell Jevil very sternly that this AU is not safe. Jevil wouldn't question her for a second and would instantly open up a mirror and they would bounce-

Oh! I'm glad to hear that the "controversy" was nothing serious! :0 Thank you for the info! :}

Jevil probably told the kiddos to be on the look out for a new hat. He could have told them he likes to wear a hat but doesn't like his jester one. They would understand the assignment and would be on the look out :0

Sometime after Peach was rescued the bros were brought over to Daisy's kingdom to meet her. Kind'a just a "meet the legendary heroes that saved my best friends life" situation.

It wasn't love at first sight- but Luigi did notice her. Not just for her beauty, but for her bravery and personality as well. 💚🧡

@beryl-shade

XD Made me imagine a home alone situation. The Glamrocks setting up slap-stick humor type booby traps to deter the bad guys XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #undertale #deltarune #seam and jevil #octonauts #super mario bros

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anundyingfidelity · 27 days

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Hiya!

Just read your recent SB fics and I'm fucking hooked. Dark Ben is ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥. Can I request another Dark Soldier Boy and reader being in slave/master dynamics, please? 🥹

helloooo!! thank you so much, i'm glad to know that you liked it!! i tried my best for a dark!soldier boy haha. this is maybe the first time i write this type of master/slave dynamic and i'm mostly a sub so the reader is a sub too XD hope you enjoy this filthy thing !!

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PLAYTHING — Dark!Soldier Boy x female reader

Word count: 592 (these aren't 400 words drabbles anymore lmao).

Genre: dark smut.

Warnings: dark!soldier boy, master/slave dynamics, face-fucking, cum-play, cum swallow, hair pulling, finger-sucking, if you squint forced alcohol compsumtion, usage of word 'slut'.

Your throat hurts and you try to catch a breath from your nose as much as you’re allowed to. You shut your eyes closed, feeling his strong hands against your scalp, fingers tugging at your hair as you gag on his shaft over and over, while he’s using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

His cock throbs in your mouth, spit is running down your chin and you try to rub your thighs together, yearning for some friction between them. Your nipples are hard and stiff now, aching for release, but you know better to not touch yourself before he gives his permission to do so.

“Shit, you’re so fucking good with that mouth of yours, sweetcheeks,” he praises and follows a chain of dirty courses between his hitching breath.

You think he’s going to release down your throat but you’re so wrong. Soldier Boy forces your head back, his dick slipping out of you leaving a string of saliva connecting the tip of his veiny shaft with your swollen lips. His dark green gaze takes in the mess you are; on your knees between his legs, eyes lost in pleasure even if he hasn’t touched you yet, panting hard, showing up your bare body only with a pair of black stockings combined with high-waist suspenders that hugged your body perfectly.

Just how he loved to see you, his little plaything. So obedient, so eager to please him. His cock begins to twitch again.

“Fetch me another glass,” Soldier Boy orders, voice low and dark.

“Yes, master.”

He lets go of the grip on your hair and you stand up with wobbly legs to fill up his glass with the expensive bottle of liquor standing on the bar of his penthouse. When you come back, he trails his eyes over your figure and takes the glass as you kneel between his thighs. Innocent eyes draw back at him, he smirks, settling the glass on the carpeted floor by your side.

“Such a good pet,” Soldier Boy praises, his thumb now tugging at your lower lip. You open your mouth as a reflex and he shoves his index finger along too. You start sucking on them and he pushes further, making you gag around his fingers. “Ain’t even touching you yet and I know you’re soaking wet.”

You moan as an answer, mouth full of his digits. He pulls them out suddenly and forces your mouth to stay open with a hand, the other taking his hard cock to shove it down your throat again, this time fucking your wet cavern like a mad man looking for his release. It’s not too long until he spends his cum until it mixes with your spittle and runs down your chin, coating the base of his cock.

“Swallow,” he commands, staying still inside your mouth and you do as better as you can.

Once you’re allowed to breathe again you lick the remnants on his shaft, moaning at the salty taste of it. He forces you to stop suddenly and grabs the liquor glass again. Your aching jaw falls open thanks to his strong hand and he pours the scotch on your mouth. The taste smoothly burns as you swallow it all.

“Yeah, fucking take it all, my little slut,” he grunts, eyes on your flushed face. “You’ve been so good today. I might have to reward you.”

You whine pathetically, unable to look away from his lustful eyes. You’re basically begging to be fucked by now. And that he will, under his own terms.

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy smut #soldier boy imagines #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy/ben #the boys amazon #jensen ackles fanfiction #400followerstag!

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tinydefector · 12 days

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Gosh I'm so gay for holomatter avatar of Cyclonus like you can smack with those tits

So may I please request a smut with holomatter cyclonus with gn reader

Pretty women

Cyclonus x Human

Word count: 2-3K (didn't count XD)

Warnings: Smut, holoform, titplay, fingering, slight breeding kink.

Gods holomatter Cyclonus is so fine. Just GOD FUCKIN DAMN!! May have gotten a little to into writing this. But like if anyone draws Cyclonus in a corset I will drool. Cause I can tell you there will be more with Cyclonus holomatter form cause damn he be fine.

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their eyes linger on Cyclonus from across their hab suite. It felt strange watching him, well, not technically him his Holomatter avatar. It was gorgeous, almost Victorian woman like and he was wearing a corset, studying the holoform in a mirror. His hair shimmers in the light, dark purple curls that they wish to run their fingers through the locks but didn't want to mess up the curls either.

"Cy, I've gotta know what made you pick this as your holoform?, She's... you look really pretty. " They state while continuing to watch him as he over looks his form. Cyclonus glanced up from the mirror, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as he registered their presence.

"I did not choose this holoform," Cyclonus replied, his voice calm and measured. "It was assigned, holomatter works in rather strange ways. And as for your comment... thank you, I suppose. However, I have no interest in the aesthetics of a holoform. It is merely a means to blend in with organic when we visit other planets." He paused for a moment, studying the individual's face. "Is there something specific you wished to discuss, or did you simply feel the need to comment on my appearance?"

Their eyes continue to linger on Cyclonus in the holoform. Their hands slowly brushed his hair to the side. The purple locks feel almost real. "Can I touch?" They ask softly. Cyclonus' optics narrowed further as their hand reached out to touch his holoform's hair. His initial instinct was to pull away, to reject such intimacy. But the softness in their voice. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on their hand, before finally nodding. "Yes, you may," he replied, his voice softer than usual.

As their fingers brushed against his hair, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation, almost akin to a shiver, travel through his spark. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that he couldn't quite comprehend. But he allowed them to continue, their touch gentle and affectionate. Leaning into the touch as their hands cup his face, tracing his eyebrows and nose.

"I must admit," Cyclonus spoke up quietly, his optics now focused on their face. "This holoform... it allows me to experience things that I never thought I would. it feels... different, yet strangely intimate." He reached out, placing his hand on top of theirs, a subtle gesture of connection. Though still reserved, there was a hint of warmth in his optics as he met their gaze.

They lean in and pull Cyclonus into a kiss. Hands gripping his hips. Purple lips smears between the two of them. Their chest is flush agaisnt Cyclonus breast. "Fuck, you look stunning, like I know your handsome in general but your really pretty in this form" they hum agaisnt his lips.

Cyclonus' optics widened in surprise as they pulled him into the kiss, their hands firmly gripping his hips. His initial instinct was to pull away, to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. But the intensity of their kiss, the way their lips moved against his own, ignited a flicker of desire within him. his own hands, finding their way to their waist, holding them close. The taste of their lips, the warmth of their body pressed against his, it was a sensation unlike any he had experienced before.

When their lips finally parted, Cyclonus' eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He leaned in, capturing their lips in another heated kiss, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling, to experience the intimacy in such a different form.

"Cy.." They whine softly, hands slowly trailing up the corset he wore, hands kneading his breast as they kiss him again. "Can I play with your tits please?" They ask. Pressing their face into his shoulder and peppering small kisses across his skin.

Cyclonus felt a surge of heat rush through his systems as their hands trailed up his corset and kneaded his breast. The sensations were foreign, yet undeniably pleasurable, strange with how soft it made him feel in that moment. "Yes," Cyclonus replied, his voice laced with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "You may... play with them."

He tilted his head back slightly, giving them better access to his shoulder, as their small kisses sent shivers down his spine. The touch of their lips against his skin, combined with their hands exploring his form, it had him melting in their hands like putty.

Cyclonus grabs them, slowly leading them backwards before pushing them down onto their bed. A gasp leaves them as they scurring up to rest on their elbows as Cyclonus sits himself in their lap. A large grin falls across their face as they look up at him hands moving to grip his hips.

He watched them with a hunger in his optics, a hunger that matched their own eagerness. feeling the warmth of their body beneath him. Their hands gripping his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his frame, and he leaned forward, his own hands finding purchase on either side of their head as he hovered over them.

The grin only served to fuel his desire further, and he allowed himself a small smirk in response. As their hand moved to untie the corset, he held their gaze, the air heavy with anticipation. The slow untying of the corset seemed to stretch out time, heightening the tension between them. "Pest," he mutters softly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against their ear as he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're very soft, its nice having you under me," he murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "And I find that... exhilarating."

He claimed their lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming their body with a newfound urgency. The corset fell away, forgotten, Their lips moved against his as they discarded the corset. Hands are coming up to cup and squeeze Cyclonus breast. Teasing the nipples while pressing them together. "God, they are so soft. You look like a Goddess on a throne, " they utter breathlessly.

Cyclonus' systems buzzed with pleasure as their hands cupped and squeezed his breasts, teasing his nipples. His head tilted back slightly, a low moan escaping his vocalizer. "You have a way with words, little silver tongue teases," Cyclonus murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and appreciation.

Thier lips work down Cyclonus' shoulder, nipping and sucking on the soft skin before finally taking more of his nipples in Their mouth. Sucking and pulling on it while they continue to squeeze and leave finger marks in the soft flesh of the other.

Cyclonus' breath hitched as they worked their lips against his chest, back arched, a low moan escaping him once again. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain coursed through his circuits, driving him closer to a precipice of desire. "That feels good," he mumbles out, eyes closing as he slowly grinds down against their thighs.

They continued squeezing and leaving finger marks on his other breast, slapping them and pushing them together as they pressed their face into his cleavage, humming contently, the flames of arousal rising within him. He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions, guiding them where he wants their lips.

Cyclonus moans loudly, They leave a bite mark on the underside of his breasts, blowing cold air across the abused flesh before moving onto the next one. Fingers dancing across the perky nipple. Their other hand gripping Cyclonus' thigh. "Mmm could spend hours doing this, best tits on ship," they mumble again the warm flesh.

Cyclonus's frame tensed as they left a bite mark on the underside, the mix of pain and pleasure sending a surge of electricity through his circuits. Their fingers danced across his perky nipple, He couldn't help but let out a low growl, his optics flickering with a mix of pleasure and a hint of amusement at their words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetspark" he replied, his voice laced with desire.

They moan loudly as Cyclonus presses his chest into their face. Their fervour matched his own growing desire, and Cyclonus let out a low growl of pleasure as they left bite marks, hickies, and bruises on his sensitive skin. The mix of pain and pleasure intensified the sensations coursing through his frame, driving him closer to the edge of pleasure.

He couldn't help but arch into their touch, his body responding eagerly. "What equipment do you have on this pretty form, valve, spike, both?" They ask before once again nipping down on Cyclonus' nipple and suckling hard.

Cyclonus' frame trembled as they asked about the equipment he possessed in his current form. "I have both," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "A valve and a spike." As they suckled hard on his nipple, Cyclonus' back arched, moans escaping his vocalizer. The sensation of their lips and tongue working over his sensitive flesh sent waves of pleasure radiating through his circuits.

He threaded his fingers through their hair, his grip gentle yet firm, encouraging their actions. Their hand works under Cyclonus skirt, eagerly running fingers along his shaft before teasing his clit and pressing fingers into him, curling and thusting. "Mmm so pretty, look even more divine as a carrier, bet this form would plump up so nicely," they coo while suckling. Leaving Cyclonus' nipples sensitive and tender. "Might have to get Tailgate to spark you up for me, get you nice, and plump with a baby," they tease.

Cyclonus' optics widened as their finger thrusting into him caused a gasp of pleasure to escape his vocalizer. He moaned, his back arching as they suckled on his tender and sensitive nipples rotating between them, the sensations intertwining with the pleasure their fingers continued to elicit from him.

Thier fingers drive Cyclonus into overload before they catch his lips in a deep kiss letting him right out the orgasm on their hand. Cyclonus's body trembled with an overwhelming surge of pleasure. His vocalizer released a series of unrestrained moans and gasps as the intensity of the sensations consumed him.

In that moment, his world narrowed down to just the two of them. As the pleasure subsided and his body slowly calmed, he found himself gazing into their their, a mix of gratitude and desire flickering within his own. He reached out, his hand gently cupping their cheek, as a soft smile touched his lips.

"Primus preserve me," he whispered, his voice shaky. They smiled up at him as they pressed their face against his chest. kissing his soft and tender skin skin. "Can we do that again at some point?" They ask with a lopsided smile. Cyclonus' optics softened as they pressed their face against his chest, leaving small kisses on his skin. Their lopsided smile warmed his spark, and he couldn't help but return the affectionate gesture.

"Of course," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of affection and desire. "I would be more than willing to interface in this form again," He brought his hand to gently stroke their cheek, his touch filled with tenderness. "Both you and Tailgate are pesky scraplets," he added.

"Awww don't act like that Cy, you'd look so pretty as a carrier, this form would totally be a milf bod" they tease back, leaning up to kiss him again.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #cyclonus x reader #cyclonus idw #mtmte cyclonus #transformers cyclonus #cyclonus #mtmte transformers #mtmte #tf mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw

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eluludreams · 1 year

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Hey Hello! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o It's been a while since I was last here... Almost two years in fact.（＞人＜；） I wanted to update my blog a long time ago, so at least with this little update there is also a little drawing! I hope you like it! I really haven't forgotten UT yet (and by God I haven't forgotten Frans), after all it's attached very deep in my heart

The rest is more like a kind of journal, it's not necessary to read it, but at least I wanted to tell a little about what happened to me, because HEY I haven't died yet xD

But what has happened? oh yes, I changed the name of my blog and also the username! If you remember Miminbot, well...this is me now, nice to meet you❤

Throughout this year and some that I've been away, many things have happened, changed and above all I'm still adjusting to them. especially my work, now it is more tiring and heavy than before, which has taken away my time to draw as I want. A lot of my tastes also changed with this time, in fact I think they veered in a weird direction *cofcofDBZcofcof* but I've been fine with it, however, I always had that little thorn of wanting to redraw UT content, but as always , lack of time. so I took advantage of the little space I got to make this little drawing. I am still waiting to return with this AU, and I hope at some point, sooner or later, to fulfill it.

One of the many bad things that had happened to me was my tendinitis. over time it got better. Now despite my lack of time, I can draw more comfortably. ironic, right? xD

Another of the reasons why I took the courage to come back was thanks to a friend, she somehow encouraged me to try again, so really, I'm also here thanks to her.

But well, I'll try to come back, I can't promise perseverance, since my work is absorbing TvT but at least once in a while I'll try to post, especially Frans, you know I love Frans! But I'm really glad to be here again Thank you very much to everyone who supported me during my most active time, and to the people who saw my post even when the blog was inactive. Really thank you very much (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

#undertale #undertaleAU #undertale fanart #undertale sans #UT frisk #adult frisk #adult frans #adult chara #fairy au #fairy chara #fairy frisk #ut fanart #also a update of my life #yes...im still here lol #frans #undertale frans #oh hello #im back

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xinambercladx · 1 year

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This may have been done already, but I don't care. This meme parody has been living rent free in my head ever since I saw Rebels, and I was re-introduced to Grand Admiral Thrawn. He loves Art. Like. A lot. I think he and I would get along well if I weren't on the side of the Rebels. XD Why YES. I DID learn how to draw Thrawn JUST for this meme. Why do you ask? haha.

Thrawn's face... yet another alien with a bizarre facial structure. How-to-Draw Thrawn Notes: His cheekbones point to his mouth. His hairline is equi-distant with his cheek outline. He has a TINY mouth with very thin lips. His face is stone cold, calculating. Because of that, even the most minute change in expression = massive notation to his mood. His eyes droop on the lower lid, very round, however the top lids are very angular. This is emphasized by his reddish eyeliner. His very small chin is made masculine with the added musculature around his mouth. His jaw is pretty standard near the ears. Straight as a rail posture. A proper soldier, even though he's a high rank now. This posture demands/commands respect.

I hate to admit it, but while drawing him, he has that gross, slicked back hair style of a lawyer. Eww nooooo. I mean, sure, Kallus has it too, but eh. I never liked it. It just screams greasy lawyer. I KNOW, I know! Thrawn is anything but that, he's by far the most attractive officer in the entire Empire, at least to me, and he completely deserves his rank due to his intellect and cunning. There's a reason he's a lot of people's favorite villain. :D

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spectrayus · 7 months

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My self-criticism of my drawings.

Which in reality isn't "self-criticism", (well a little), just my comments that come out.xd

I'm going to make some comments on some of my drawings from the recent "Toxic Booigi ship content." from TikTok. Why? Just because YES.

The first thing, appreciating Luigi's great beauty, I mean... LOOK AT HIM!! APPRECIATE IT!! HE'S SO CUUUUUUUTE!!!!! >w<

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I'm also going to be mentioning "Headcanons of mine", and it's one of them:

We can know Luigi isn't able to see him directly, or at least maybe only out of the corner of his eye. It can be easily assumed that it's because of his fear for him, despite defeating him, the plumber green still terrified of him.

YET, there is another reason....

Just look at this picture!! His eyes!! It seems that in his pupils has his own dimension or he wants to absorb your soul. Without a doubt, it's terrifying to see him...

(On TikTok it only lasted a few seconds, but I'll give it a chance to put it up so it can be appreciated more.)

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In this I just want to say, I love Luigi's pissed off face, saying something like... "Get away, you fucking bastard". xd

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In the last comment, and I know what you think. This scene didn't appear on TikTok. I was thinking of putting it, but... unfortunately it was discarded.

Why?

Well basically because TikTok restricted me because of the "copyright", because of the musical tone of the ending where that scene was. And putting the scene, without the music, I honestly didn't like the idea, I felt it wouldn't be the same. So in the end I discarded it.

I left the link where I posted on youtube:

where that scene appears with music, it would have been better, but... that's the way it's. 🤷

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And commenting about the drawing, it's simply SUBLIME, MAGNIFIC, apart from being cute, he can be sensual... Oh my... He's so perfect!!!!! ✨❤️❣️💕🥰😍

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AND IT WOULD BE EVERYTHING!! Obviously that doesn't mean that those are my favorites, I love all the drawings I've made and my favorites!! I just... wouldn't comment much on some.

Anyway! I'll continue doing this type of blogs!! me criticizing myself or making comments xd

#king boo #booigi #king boo x luigi #luigi #luigi mansion #luigi's mansion #my comments #comments #my commentary #headcanon #billyartist03 #Youtube

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cilil · 3 months

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౨ৎ Prompt: "Whenever I look at you..." ౨ৎ Synopsis: Melkor, Mairon and what they see in each other - a dialogue ౨ৎ Warnings: Some obsessive and possessive behavior ౨ৎ Oneshot (800 words. Yes, every segment is exactly 100 words long and I need you to know because I'm proud XD) ౨ৎ AO3

AN: A bit of a different approach this time, but I hope you enjoy what I've done with the prompt you chose for January. I recommend reading on AO3 because I formatted this in a particular way that doesn't properly display on Tumblr, so apologies for that.

Whenever I look at you, I am reminded of the Secret Fire I sought so long ago. A beautiful, precious flame, one of a kind, so full of potential.

Your fire tempts me, your light draws me in. I wish to hold it in my hands, all of it, all of you. For you were made to be admirable, and admire you I shall, the only being in creation that I have found to be flawless and complete.

Come to me, little flame. Let me have you, and I promise you that your fire shall burn unrestrained and never perish.

Whenever I look at you, I see true power, the mightiest of us all, mastering all arts and elements. I sense my own element within your being, and much more still.

Your song has spoken to me since the very beginning, and I could resist your voice only for so long. You call to me, you understand me like no one else ever could.

The very fabric of creation bends to your will, even fate itself. You hold power that I covet, yet in my ambition I also desire to have you, all of you, and to call you mine.

Whenever I look at you, I know that you were made to be mine. I watch you serve another, and envy consumes me, knowing in my heart that you were stolen from me.

But fear not, little flame, for I will watch you from the shadows until we may finally see each other, until I have you all to myself. I will chase you, charm you, court you. You may curse me, you may push me away, but we both know the truth in your heart.

At last, you will be ready to be mine, and I can be patient.

Whenever I look at you, my spirit trembles with exhilaration. I have been warned to stay away from you, I sense the danger, yet I am unafraid.

You hunt me, and I run from you, even though I know you will inevitably catch me. It is the thrill of the hunt that I crave – to be pursued to the ends of Arda, to be caught, to feel your hunger. I shan't let you have me easily, but I gladly play this game with you.

I will be your finest prey and proudest catch. Come for me, I await you eagerly.

Whenever I look at you, I see love I thought could never be, love I thought I could never have.

Time and time again it would elude me, until I found you. Time and time again I thought my father took it from me forever, until you gave it to me.

My one true passion. Never again may another touch you, hold you, cherish you, love you like I do. No other may have you, or I shall hunt them to the ends of Arda.

My hidden weakness. Yet, somehow, I don't mind.

My precious. Complete me, make me whole.

Whenever I look at you, I see darkness I no longer fear.

I was told to stifle my ambition, to forget my desires, to deny my nature. They want me to be teacher and servant to lesser beings. You want me to rule. And I choose your power over their petty laws. I choose you.

One word from you, and I shall follow you into the darkness, even into the Void if I must. With you by my side, there is no fear. With you by my side, there are no limits.

Whenever I look at you, I see freedom.

Whenever I look at you, you are the light in my darkness, a silver lining on a bleak and blackened horizon.

I was told that I am doomed, that I am cursed, that I can only ever destroy and never create.

And destroy I did, and hurt and maim and kill.

But never you. Because you are precious to me.

I promise I will never hurt you. I promise that you are the one thing I will never destroy.

We will remake and reshape this world together, burn it down first if we must. For you, for me, for us.

Whenever I look at you, I know that I am devoted to you forever. My one true love, my one true obsession.

Never before has any lover made me feel like you do, possessed me like you do, held my heart like you do. Their attention was delightful and their admiration flattering, but they were expendable.

Not you. Never you.

You are the one I shall pledge myself to. You are the one I wish to belong to. You are the one I will swear to love, come what may; in light and in bliss, in darkness and in despair.

Thanks for reading! ♡

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#mairon #sauron #melkor #morgoth #angbang #melkor x mairon #ainur #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #year of the otp #year of angbang

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Need to take a moment to percolate on Rakha's emotional hook here right now because I feel like I haven't solidified it yet. I'm really trying to lean into the idea that she really does remember nothing - she's surprised at her own magic, willing to believe she and Lae'zel could be the same race, doesn't remember her own face, and isn't entirely confident the whole world isn't like this terrible ship. Which is fun, but it's making it a little complicated to find an emotional throughline, which I want so I can get attached to her and have all the feels. XD

So... some ponderings as we move towards getting Shadowheart:

She's scared, certainly, and violently angry for reasons she doesn't fully understand. The vibe I'm getting is kind of in the realm of 'kicked dog'; she's ready to lash out at anything unfamiliar, but EVERYTHING is unfamiliar right now, and any other potential personality is getting pretty much smothered under that fact for now. She only hasn't killed Lae'zel because Lae'zel managed to provide an anchor point of absolute confidence during the time when Rakha was too bewildered to strike.

I just now got to Shadowheart's pod and the Arcana check that a sorcerer gets to detect the magic connecting the pod to the console, and have been sitting here for a moment pondering on why Rakha would stop to help her when both her own instincts and Lae'zel are telling her to gtfo.

The answer that I'm coming up with is that she's fascinated by the magic itself - both her own magic and that in the world around her. As a sorcerer, it seems, she has a certain innate sense of its presence ("Warding runes - you feel them drawing energy from the console near to the pod.") and I think it probably stands out as an interesting contrast to the only other things she is feeling which are fear and rage.

She's also striking me as having a very analytical mind (cf. the 'listing of facts' in the first post, analyzing Lae'zel's characteristics, etc.) and likes knowing how things work, despite her INT not being numerically very high; focusing on the Cold Hard Facts is a reasonable default when the only emotions making themselves known are negative ones.

So - obviously this can and likely will change over time but my initial impression is of a magical prodigy, instinctively drawn to any connection with the Weave she encounters, constantly taking in the world around her and trying to understand it - and constantly ready to lash out at anything that threatens or angers her (or anything she doesn't know) with a level of instantaneous rage that she doesn't understand.

OK, I feel better for having rambled that out. XD We'll see how it holds up in the long run.

With all that in mind...

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Rakha is absolutely AGITATING Lae'zel by stopping to figure out how to open the pod. And agitating herself, in truth. They need to keep moving. The answers will be on the bridge, not here.

But the undulating force of that warding magic is compelling; it tastes familiar, like safety. She wants to see where the connection lies, manipulate it, communicate with it.

She examines the console carefully; her fingertips flick in an automatic motion, instinctive renderings of symbols taken from within the magic's own pulse.

[SORCERER] Inscribe the device with the glyphs you sensed from the pod's warding runes.

Narrator: The console hums to life.

A smile, for the first time since she woke up. Just the hint of one. Good. That was good.

[ARCANA] Take a closer look at the powered-up console.

Narrator: Nothing in the appearance of the device betrays its purpose. It could do anything.

She sets her jaw angrily, slams her hand down against the button as much in irritation as intention.

Place your hand on the console.

Narrator: Suddenly you feel a hideous squirming in your head. The parasite. Then discomfort fades... and another sensation washes over you. Connection. Authority...

Authority. Yes. It feels natural, it feels right, in the same way that it felt right to inscribe those runes a moment ago. And what else does she have to go on?

[ILLITHID][WISDOM] Will the pod to open.

Narrator: You feel the biomechanical brain of the console process your command... and yield to it. A shiver runs across your mind. You feel... sated...

"Ha--ahh..." she grunts, her head drawing back, pulling away from the connection with the console. Lae'zel is watching her with an irritated expression.

Rakha scowls at her. Do not look at me like that. It called to me and I answered. "Let us get the girl and go," she mutters.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #some meta ponderings here as well as progress XD #needed to sort some thoughts out

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eyesore-boi · 1 year

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y'know for a guy who hates the ocean sure is doing a lotta filming involving the ocean in some way-

But wOW REALLY WEIRD FOR ME TO ACTUALLY HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO DO T W O FULL DRAWINGS WITHIN THE MONTH. ....ART BLOCKS DEFINITELY GONNA STAB ME AGAIN SOON AFTER THIS BUT Y'KNOW WAS NICE WHILE IT LASTED-

But for real this one was another fun one to do! Really trying to practice more using my rendering """skills""" and try not to make it look as plain as leaving it just the shading, so hope it shows! Cool experiment with making one side lighter and the other darker, background simple but still wanted to add....things, and either glad I could just draw these guys!

Been a LONG while since I've last drawn Dave with his scars and sleepy face, and for the Convict (which i just found out is what we're apparently calling Mark's character in Iron Lung since, y'know, dunno that much yet-) was also fun with just making him look all scruffy and....honestly just kinda done with everything, so that's nice- XD

also yes i now know that in the actual full piece the split isn't actually in the middle and yes that really fucking bothers me too but now their'a nothing i can do about it so i'm sorry hskandksHHHHH-

But yeah, I'm still hoping that AT LEAST the Edge of Sleep trailer will eventually show one day, real fucking hyped for Iron Lung movie, but for now if you'll excuse me gonna go watch the man that starred in these soon to be masterpieces nearly cause his intestines to explode (again) eating expired pop tarts and taki's, so good day hhhjkdnskbsh-

#please mark #just #one less then a minute trailer of edge of sleep #not including the leak on stream #please #n e e d t o s e e i t -#markiplier #the edge of sleep #teos #dave torres #iron lung #iron lung movie #iron lung convict #eyesore's art

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Pluck for one of the doodles I want to draw later I want to run by you (so sorry it won't be a surprise!) but I want to make sure it wouldn't be too out of character. SO themed costumes for Princess/Sun/Moon to match seasonal collectables (I don't want to force religion into your fic so instead of Christmas it'd be a wintery silver/blue/golds with snowy evergreens and slight touch of red from the holly berries) They're getting ready for the photoshoot when Sun & Moon over hear some of the works complain that they didn't hang up holly on the set but instead mistletoe above them; and another worker is all like "who cares just leave it" Sun and Moon would know what mistletoe is right? And that it's usually an excuse for a smooch? Assuming yes, they then both spend time scheming up ways to "accidently" stumble there with their beloved crush. Or would they have other plans? Though part of me likes the idea of Vocalist/Princess noticing it and placing their own smooch before the twins get the chance XD Though Princess probably would be less likely, to help maintain the role... hmm... (Sorry for the ramble XD)

EEEEE I'm so excited to see.

Yes this wouldn't be out of character at all. The Attendants and the Knights have access to basically copyright-free internet, if that's a thing, so they'd know about mistletoe and it's uses. I like the idea of instead of it being Christmas it's Yule, or something a bit more medieval themed. So I love the idea of the colour scheme you have in mind.

As for if the Vocalist notices first, I'll leave that up to you. We haven't gotten to the part in the fic yet where the Vocalist is acting flirty back, but we'll get there soon. The one thing I will say is that the Princess is meant to act around children, so playing pretend is a big thing. So you could totally swing a kiss from the Princess if involved a reason behind why they would kiss while wearing the costume.

I'm so excited I'm kicking my feeeeeet <3 <3 <3

#ask pluck #medieval times au #pluck my heartstrings

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Yes, hi, hello, I recently got into Nope (2022) and I've been looking far and wide for JJ humanizations and may I just say yours is the best one yet? Like the design, the colors, the personality AFSGHGSDJKSA I love him

So I hope you don't mind a few questions? Like, just how big is he? Can he change sizes? Does him being able to talk and communicate with the humans change the story of the movie? Does the SLE scene still happen? Even if differently?

I just think he's neat, I wanna know more about him :3

Anyways your drawings are really cool, I'll be keeping an EYE out

(I am forcibly removed from the Star Lasso Experience)

Wow! Thank you for a question! That’s one of my favorite films, so I plan to draw a lot of things for this fandom, as soon as I finish with my bachelor degree at university xd

Human JJ is a tall and lean man, he’s like 10 ft (or 3 meters), but he mostly like a regular human. My goal was to achieve the most resembling to canon monster image in human disguise.

So, this humanoid can’t change his size. But it may be peculiar, that he has a very long hair, which he combs under the hat with bends and hairpins, so his haircut looks “short”, but if he unbends it, his hairstyle makes him look “angelic” (and bigger I would say xd) like JJ has in the end of the movie.

Generally, JJ is not aggressive to people, he has no special interest towards them, he is just an introvert, who doesn’t like to be seen by others. I have been thinking how to transfer his behaviour in the movie, so the best idea was that JJ as a human is probably very photogenic, and he faced a lot of agencies, photographers and journalists that would like to film and pic him. He’s some kind of a “star”, but doesn’t like this attention and sick of people hanging around. So, my human just moved to this side to hide from all these popularity.

In this AU Jean Jacket (which is truly his full name) is a real “extraterrestrial glamour”, a “Hollywood star which chew and split you out”, an embodiment of carnivorous showbusiness. His predatory explains like toxic and wild attitude. And Jupe saw him like “omg I want him to stole my show and bring me some money”

Yes, definitely this AU is can be different, I used the subtext as a basis:>

About SLE incident, I’m stilll thinking actually. This is kinda hard to transfer in my story, but I think I have to do it :o I had some drawings which I hadn’t post with JJ giving a wild show during the SLE, it gonna be the thing lol

Fun fact, I didn’t stayed the point was JJ alien or not, but he definitely has relatives who I haven’t drawn, but they exist! Let it be some kind of secret, was he alien who got human form or just a common man^^

Another fact: me and my beloved friend @shapter-draws have a small funny shipping au with Jupe/hum!JJ (we call it “spaceship” lol)

and IM SOOOOOO GLAD THANK YOU FOR YORRR WARM WORDS❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#scientific dog #nope film #nope movie #nope 2022 #ricky jupe park #jean jacket

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jojo-schmo · 1 year

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Another batch of Forgotten Land Roleswap asks!

Look under the cut for answers and a behind the scenes sketch page! ;D

Thank you for the kind words!

Meta Knight doesn't have Mouthful-mode in my particular AU- Combo-mode is more Sworn Partner-flavored which is I why I went with it. But also for some reason I literally cannot bring myself to draw Meta consuming automobiles and vending machines. Too wild of a concept for me! But if anyone reading this is capable of doing so, I welcome the possibility HAHA

I had to hold onto this ask for a while because you gave me some really good food for thought! As of now I don't have plans to swap any of them since they don't play a big part in the comic but if I get struck by divine inspiration, I'll have you to thank for putting the idea in my head!

Stubborn knight!! I think he's so used to being self-sufficient that he dislikes being "coddled" by others and prefers to take things into his own hands. This is actually something the comic will explore down the line! I've interpreted some other possible reasons why he's so stubborn about this but it will have to be revealed in the future ;)

Aww thank you!! I'm glad you like his design, I put plenty of love into it! Maybe this is a good excuse for me to share the page I designed him on and some of the backstory behind it:

The above were my very first Roleswap drawings back in April 2022! It was born purely out of my desire to see a badass Bandee boss fight and I had just finished the Forgotten Land game. I started at the top and ended up with the designs at the bottom right- with a few additional changes these became the final versions! I wanted him to have more of an Awoofy silhouette since I figured they're a great equivalent to Popstar's Waddle Dees!

An AU creation fun fact: I initially just swapped Bandee and Dedede! I drew the above that same month- this is supposed to be the cutscene before the Winter Horns boss where the big reveal happened! Kirby was P1 and Dedede was P2. I didn't even create Roleswap Elfilis yet!

But the more I explored the possibilities, the more roles I swapped. It took me like another month to actually have the Sworn Partners be the "playable" characters, shuffle the Beast Pack around, and finish the rest of the swaps.

That was a long-winded way of saying, thanks for liking Roleswap Bandee!! I owe the little Awoofy Dee a lot because without him I wouldn't be having a blast making this AU!!

Ahh thank you so very much!! Combo moves were so fun to make haha. I love some good teamwork.

And yes, I love writing their dynamic too! I figured if they already understood each other perfectly at the beginning of the story, it would be kinda boring. Don't get me wrong, they are already pretty close in the beginning- enough to tease and be prickly idiots with each other while still maintaining that respect between them! :P But they are going to have some nice opportunities to get to know each other better, build even more trust, and reach a deeper understanding~! <3

Oooh! Interesting theory~ *whistles a non spoilery-tune*

These are more comments than questions but I still wanted to share them! Ya'll make me laugh!

If you've made it this far, I leave you with a tag from @what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me on Pages 31-32. It made me laugh until I choked. xD

Thank you all for continuing to brighten my inbox and feed with your great questions and comments!

#roleswap ask #forgotten land roleswap #king dedede #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #kirby

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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Jazz Drake: Part Two of Four

Source: #ghosts-and-bats

1, 2, 3, 4

The drawing I put in art

Source: @anikuja

It's of A’s jazz as Tim little sister idea

And I just made up the thing about Danny being reincarnated as Duke’s little brother bc meta gene and also dukes powers are wild asf

So like, they meet again xd

ooo tru

makes me think her being danny's mom friend this time LOL them same grade ish

Yeah they're in the same grade but a couple of months apart maybe?

Jazz is taller than him and is totally the mom friend

Jazz is so relived bc trying to older sister her other brother (Tim) does not work and he never listens 🥴

but this other child yes =w= works great even if he doesn’t listen either sometimes he's more inclined to

Yeah bc Jazz's advice has saved his ass

Duke and Tim are just kinda side eyeing this friendship

Bc this is genuinely such a sibling like bond and it's really weird yet wholesome at the same time

@A any other hcs about jazz? I'll need to read up more on duke before I say anything about Danny's relationship, but I think a reunion would be amazing

Yes!

Drake!Jazz wants to be a doctor and starts early

She sometimes acts older and more mature than Tim

Lecturing him on his coffee intake

She's used to being an older sister absolutely

Protesting that going out at night is a bad idea and is going to get him hurt

And he doesn't listen u-u

Which is why she decides to be a doctor

If her big brother is going to be stupid, she's going to need to patch him up

Danny doesn’t listen either but at least he was her little brother xd

She had a form of authority over him

Not to mean Tim doesn't trust her at all but like... Disconnect between lives

she knows about robin?

I think it would be hard for her not to know xs

I'll get there 😉

Other times she acts more like the little sister she is

She allows herself to be more immature and unsure of herself at times

She can be wrong sometimes now

She can get hugs from her big brother

Yeah bc her parents neglect and the drake's long business trips are different

One is not life threating xd

Tim is slightly more responsible

But it's not enough to stop him from being Robin

Jazz doesn't realize what happened at first

She knows he's getting closer to fights since he's coming back more injured

But it's not until she finds his Robin gear that did realizes the entirety of the situation

She's inconsolable and won't talk to him for a week

I don't imagine jazz becoming a vigilante, but what would she do afterwards?

Well, once she gets over the fact that another of her brothers has chosen this life

And after she gets over the fact that he broke his promise to her that he would do his best to stay safe

(promise made when she first found out he was going on the streets at risk of her telling their parents)

Because becoming a vigilante to keep another vigilante in line is not staying safe

She knows she can't stop him though

And she would never risk Batman like that

Because telling her parents that Tim is Robin would lead them to Batman's identity and that would be all kinds of bad

She convinces Tim to take her to meet Batman at risk of her never speaking to him again

And he knows she'd do it

i like where this is going

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #tim drake #jazz fenton #robin

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