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psppsps my friend asked me to draw casper in a skirt for her so she could have a wallpaper.. anywyas i thought u guys might like it so hhere u go
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#our life now and forever#our life#qiu lin#tamarack baumann#incorrect quotes#our life: beginnings & always#cove holden#baxter ward#renee murray#olba#olnf#darren murray
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👁Baxter Ward✖Monitoring👁
MMMWAH!
original song
#olba#our life#our life: beginnings & always#baxter ward#visual novel#vn#art#OMGGGGG#GORJUSSSSS#AAAAA <3 ?!?!?!?
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tis' the season ya'll
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Interest check for a Keyframes (VN) Valentine’s Day Event!
More info below the cut :3
Okay! This event would be similar to fandom secret Santa gift exchanges. The gifts will be either fanart or fanfiction.
One person would be assigned a gifter (someone who would be giving you the gift they make) and a giftee (someone who is receiving the gift you made them)!
More details to come if it goes through, I plan on making a side blog and possibly a twitter account to spread it more! If you have questions in the meantime feel free to send them via my inbox!
Valentine’s Day is inherently romantic but in no way am I holding this event to that criteria! Some people might want romance type pieces but if you don’t it’s absolutely fine!
#elio kealoha#percy tozaki#jamie porter#keyframes vn#deja lamarre#cameron molinares#reynah dioquino#keyframes visual novel#vn#visual novel#this sound absolutely divine!
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── 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 : VI.
content: 2k words ! fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. this is obviously sapphic. vi tops and she has a strap, rough sεx, cunnilingus, spit, slapping (not on the face), usage of petnames like 'princess' and 'baby', a lil angsty and tense, mentions of sεx work, p<3rn with plot!!
— . 。˚ ♡ turns out, vi needed a rebound too.
vi is rougher and quieter than usual tonight.
shedding her clothes and pulling on the strap you've left on the bedside table for her, she climbs wordlessly onto your creaky mattress to get to you. you've been laying in bed for hours, all dolled up for her, and she doesn't really even look at you— it makes your heart sink a little.
you wrap your arms around her anyway, allowing her to touch you, and with a soft sigh, she gives the swell of your chest a kiss, 'hello'.
the pallid light coming through your window outlines her body in pale blue, and her smell invades your senses as she leans into your body, pressing her weight on you.
gripping the soft underside of your thighs harshly, digging her nails into your tender skin, she pushes your knees to your chest. "you missed me, princess?"
"mmm, i did." you're looking at her with the most innocent gaze you can muster, eyes wet and lips pouty, and she leans in to give them a kiss just like you want her to. her mouth tastes sour enough of sweat and cheap alcohol to make you wince— but when she pulls back, you feel a twinge of disappointment that it doesn't last long enough.
fresh out of a fight, she's still full of adrenaline — and wastes no time on foreplay. hooking your legs over those broad shoulders of hers, she spits onto your cunt and gets right to it.
her eyes roll halfway back into her head as she slips the strap into your cunt, like she can feel the way your pussy grips it. throwing her head back, she moans hoarsely, in sync with the sweet whine that comes out of your mouth as she rolls her hips into yours, sliding the strap all the way in. "that's a good girl, fuck."
yes. you are a good girl. her good girl.
vi has been coming to you every night or so, for a few months now — and at first it was just a good deal of sex for you both. but lately, you've found yourself less interested in the sex she offers you, and more interested in the woman herself.
your room is dark, like it always is when she comes over, and the harsh pleasure she gives you always turns your mind cloudy — but nothing can sway the watchful gaze you fix onto vi whenever you're in her arms. through half-closed eyes, you count the nicks and bruises that line the base of her throat and her shoulders and arms. the scratches and cuts, redder because she's flushed, drunk and exerting herself.
twelve new marks since last time. you wonder if she won tonight's fight or if she lost. the way she fucks you doesn't make a difference, so you can't tell — what you do know is that she comes to you seeking an escape from frustrations that stem from something unrelated to the fights entirely.
and whatever it is, it frustrates her a lot.
she seems especially bothered tonight. you try to hold onto her, nails scratching at her muscled back as you struggle to maintain your grip. her pace is dizzying, and her grip on your body doesn't get lighter. she fucks you nearly like she wants you dead. "vi, vi—"
"you're doin' good, baby." she hisses, eyes shut. "g'nna make you cum in a bit, kay? just let me see you take my strap first. pretty thing."
and you take it — like a good girl. how could you not? when she acts like she's ravenous about you? when, with how she puts those dead eyes and calloused hands and busted lips on you, she makes you feel something no one else ever has?
she looks so good, too — so hot, with the dark hair, the ashy streaks running down her face, the lipstick smudged down her bottom lip that's just slightly fuller than her top lip — and the muscles, god.
her tits aren't nearly big enough to hang in your face while she's on top, but they bounce a little with each snap of her hips, and the sight mesmerizes you. she laughs softly when your pussy squelches for her — and it makes your heart flutter. fuck. you might just be in love with this ghost of a woman. "vi, please."
"you like that?" she hums, landing a kiss on the side of your knee that leaves a bit of lipstick stained on your skin. "y'like it when i fuck you to bits?"
"mhm," you choke out, keeping your eyes on her so you don't miss it when she looks at you. "wanna cum, make me cum, please."
the strap slides out of you as smoothly as it slid in — and heat rises to your cheeks when vi stares at how your cunt clenches around nothing. "can't say no to you when you ask so nicely." she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face, giving you that half-smile that makes your heart twist just as much as your gut.
"look at you." she lowers her face to your chest, lips tracing kisses downward. one hand comes up to squeeze at your tits, soft and sharp at the same time, index finger and thumb teasing your nipple and making you keen. "pretty, pretty thing."
she nudges your legs apart, getting comfortable between them. her other hand toys with your cunt, middle and ring finger slowly coaxing their way into your hole like she's learning to be gentle now. your body tenses with anticipation, feeling the way her lips get closer and closer to where you want them to go. "ngh. just—please."
the first flick of her tongue on your clit makes you gasp, body rocking in reaction— and vi slaps your thigh. "shhh," is all she says, but it makes you behave. she spreads your pussy open with her fingers like it's a flower, and takes you whole.
the wet sounds of a mouth on a cunt fill your shoddy little room, and you moan and shudder in vi's arms, caged in her hold as she draws the orgasm out of you.
and she does it so quickly, having learned what touches of her tongue your clit likes best, how you like having her fingers, when to add the extra tug to your nipples. she makes you go insane so easily.
like she took the time to figure out how to do it. like she cared enough to do that. like she might just l—
the white-hot rush of pleasure hits you, and all your thoughts dissipate. you grab vi's hair, digging your fingers into the dyed locks, keeping her face where you want it. "mmm, fuck, just like that—vi, just like that, please—"
she slaps your thigh again, but you relent only slightly. she licks up your slick, adjusting her position so she can fuck you better with her fingers, and you tremble under her as she curls her digits into your sweetest spots, wave after wave of bliss washing over you with each touch. the bed creaks like the weak boards under your mattress might snap, but you don't even hear it. "god."
once you're not shaking so much anymore, the high peaking and falling past, she comes up and kisses you — and you know your face and body are full of inky lipstick marks by now. it's almost romantic.
then, it's over.
vi pulls away, letting go of you and sitting up.
"ugh." you slump into the bed, hiding the pang of hurt that fills you. "you . . . don't want me to do you? or . . get you a drink?"
"not tonight. think i'm wasted enough." vi wipes her mouth off, stretching her neck to one side till there's a pop — and gets off the bed. you notice how her lips are entirely clean of the onyx that they were. "hey, you sure you don't want me to pay you?"
and there it is. the moment of intimacy dissolves like a grain of sugar into the vastness of the sea. it's home time.
"no, it's fine." you wave her off, turning away. you watch discreetly through your mirror as she looks around at the little box you live in.
"are you sure? . . i can cough something up." she asks again, and though you're slightly offended, you know what she means. your place is a single room that's barely a six by ten, small rickety bed and a desk with the mirror, a rack for the few clothes you own, and nothing else really. you share a bathroom and kitchen with two other girls across the street. and you have vi each night.
you need nothing else. "yeah, i'm good. and i don't do that anymore, anyway." you tell her.
"alright." vi pulls her clothes back on, and you're just a little sad to see her body covered away again. you did love getting your eyefuls of those slight curves and sleek muscles, and the tatts. "why'd you stop, though? working, i mean."
you think of how you used to feel, seeing clients and letting them fawn over you for the night. handing you a wad of cash and walking out at the end of it. back then, it was what you needed— but the moment you didn't need it anymore, you’d signed out.
you'd only agreed to hook up with vi because it seemed harmless enough. made your nights a little less lonelier, gave you some company. you hadn’t expected money or to catch feelings.
the answer to her question rises up your throat, but you find it a bit ironic — and you know vi is a good person. if she finds out that you're yearning for more than what's between you two at the moment, she may just see herself out of your life, so as to not hurt you. and you didn't want that. you wanted vi, even if it was only like this.
the real answer to her question rests at the base of your throat like an ache, throbbing a little along with the parts of your body vi had gripped a little too harshly. i didn't like to feel used.
but you shrug your shoulders and say, "well, i just didn't need it anymore."
vi doesn't answer, only turns to leave. "will you come tomorrow?" you ask, trying not to sound like you want her to come.
"probably." vi answers, out of the door already. "stay safe, princess." then she's gone, and you're alone again.
the dreary darkness of your room surrounds you once more, and you feel hot and sticky. ignoring the discomfort, you slump into your bed again, realizing how painfully little you know about vi. yes, she's jinx's older sister. yes, she's nothing like her. yes, she's beautiful — handsome; ghost-pale, dark red roots showing through the dyed black hair, sad eyes lit up with need.
you loved those nights when she would let you reciprocate and make her feel good. when she would ask for a drink or two. when she would ask to stay the night, and you'd let her sleep on your chest. she wrapped her arms around your body then, holding you both like she's protecting you and like she wants you to keep her safe. and you'd hold her, stroke her hair, and stay awake praying the morning comes late.
and then there are nights like tonight — where she's quieter and more distant. where she leaves too soon. like she's holding herself back. it infuriates you, almost. you want to ask her what she wants. you want to tell her what you want.
shifting your stare from the ceiling to your door that hangs ajar, you let out a heavy sigh. next time, maybe you'll ask her. maybe you'll tell her. maybe. if the surge of body-and-mind desperation to make the moment last long enough doesn't overthrow everything else, you will. but you know it'll be easier said than done.
vi melts you like shaved ice in the sun. she softens you, turns you sweet. you feel alive with those dead eyes, calloused hands and busted lips on you. being wanted by her gives you a sense of meaning. and you'll do anything if it means holding her a little longer.
if that meant this, simply getting to be her good girl for a night and nothing more — then so be it.
a/n: part two, anyone? lmk if you want it, might turn this into a series :P💓
#arcane x reader#vi x reader#vi arcane#arcane smut#vi smut#vi arcane smut#vi arcane x reader#vi league of legends#arcane fanfic
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yeah im normal abt this post actually haha what do you mean
So we already know the boys preferences in music, can I ask which artist they'd most likely listen to?
*cough* hozier for Jamie *cough* and im not projecting
*coughs harder* Keshi and Omar Apollo for Percy— still not projecting
And hmm just checked Elio’s playlist and saw AC/DC, Sleep Theory, and Ocean Alley. So there’s that!
#no no wait wait i cant i cant i cant do this JAMIEEEEE#ITS SO DFAYGVSJBHKDJLK#ROMANTIC??!? ?!PEAK ROMANCE?!?#?rG3HREDDVWFGUDASHOIWFUIHKJL8579T840R9EPODK#AGTUHADVKNJFEUGHFIJDKFVOIK#Hozier
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So we already know the boys preferences in music, can I ask which artist they'd most likely listen to?
*cough* hozier for Jamie *cough* and im not projecting
*coughs harder* Keshi and Omar Apollo for Percy— still not projecting
And hmm just checked Elio’s playlist and saw AC/DC, Sleep Theory, and Ocean Alley. So there’s that!
#oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god#jamie porter#perseus tozaki#elio kealoha#keyframes vn#keyframes#JAMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND LAY ME GENTLY IN THE COLD DARK EARTH#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN ILL CRAWL HOME#TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!1#Jamie WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU THE END WAS SOON#TO BETHLEHEM IT SLOUCHED AND MUSTVE CAUGHT A GOOD LOOK AT YOU
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Cove RAAAHHHH <333
#cove holden#our life beginnings & always#our life#COVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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🧜🏻♂️cove
#our life#cove holden#olba#olba cove#our life beginnings & always#olba fanart#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Between the Campus Boyfriend and that one meet disaster/weird/cute, it's hard to go around Wryn Mayer without hearing something about these two. Art by the lovely Love!
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Kickstarter -> Keyframes: First Summer Game -> Keyframes: First Spring
Steam -> Keyframes
#keyframes vn#jamie porter#perseus tozaki#keyframes#vn#THEYRE SO AGSVJDBCFWHYDBK#RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH#i need.. 2 chew on them... like squeaky toy...
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thought about percy in glasses and nearly fainted
#oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god#keyframes vn#perseus tozaki#keyframes#keyframes fanart
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.........................yeah. yknow, nya
#perseus tozaki#keyframes vn#vn#bro is rotting my brain fr#how dare he#his pretty boy swag is gonna be the death of me!!!!!!#bro is majestic#bro is silly#bro is a cutie patootie
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Using Our Life to live through the childhood I didn't have and using keyframes to live through the college life I don't have because there's something inherently wrong with me but I don't know how to fix it
#the want for unconditional love and support is so real#to be accepted in your entirety#previous tags shattered me??????
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hey blank housers 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
I didnt have time to steam him yet so he's crinkled.. 😔
#perseus tozaki#RAHHHHHH#BASED BASED BASED#nobody is immune.#nobody.#nobody is immune to his pretty boy charm!!!
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