#(you're good but you're not very suitable for drawing)

[lyrien-arts]

4/19/2024 Sketches at the park! Graphite on paper

[hopesangelsprite]

The Summoning

Pairing: Vampire!Illumi x Reader

Summary: Being immortal can grow very old, very quickly and Illumi's found that out the hard way. The only reasonable solution would be to find a suitable playmate, right?

Warnings: mentions of blood/death/murder, biting, size/strength difference, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, female ejaculation, manipulation (vampire compulsion)

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cast me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

Illumi watched with half-lidded eyes as his servants removed a corpse from his feet, nothing left of the younger male but an empty, soulless husk. How many had he gone through now? 30? 300? Whatever the death toll was, it didn't matter. Illumi no longer cared for numbers, the sheer quantity of his years on earth drawing him to the conclusion that they were overrated.

"Bring me the next one.", he ordered while leaning further into the large throne chair he'd taken residence in, "If this one doesn't satisfy me, I'll be draining one of you in their place.". Illumi let threat roll off his blood-stained lips easily, keen on fulfilling it should he be presented another weakling.

There was a brief silence before the doors to his quarters opened, your figure edging closer uncertainly. The closer you got, the better he was able to analyze you. Unlike his previous victims, there were no tears in your eyes or trembling in your limbs. Though you eyed him warily, he sensed you were more curious than afraid. You were quite attractive, as well; with smooth curves just barely concealed by what was left of a skirt and halter top. As you finally got within arm's reach of him, you sank to your knees with fluttering lashes.

Illumi's cock twitched at the sight, the position giving him a perfect view of your tits and exposed thighs. "Do you know why you're here, pretty thing?", he inquired whilst making a mental note of just how fragile you were in comparison to him. To any mortal man, you'd be considered healthy, maybe even too much so for those on the weaker end of the male spectrum. To Illumi, however, you were nothing but a doll, a plaything he could bend and contort to his undead heart's content.

"I was running from my old life... I was promised shelter.", you answered after a moment and Illumi chuckled. He leaned forward, crimson tongue flicking over glinting fangs, and grasped your face with a large, ring-laden hand. "There's no safety for you here, little doll, only death or imprisonment.", he drawled out, keen eyes catching the way your thighs pressed together at his touch. With one hand, you removed his hand from your face, head turning to place a kiss on his palm. The other you placed on his dark denim-clad thigh, fingers tracing patterns into the coarse material. "Then I should aim to please, no?", you inquired as your hand crept closer to his belt.

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

A smirk graced Illumi's lips at your insinuation, lust deepening within him as you carefully undid his belt's clasp. So, he leaned back, dark eyes watching you like a predator behind inky tresses. He pushed his hips forward to allow you better access to him, reveling in the tiny gasp you let out upon freeing his cock. His skin was milky, fading into a pretty pink closer to his weeping tip; a few veins adorned his shaft, a little longer than he was thick. Your mouth watered at the sight, core moistening as you took him into your hands.

Illumi groaned at the softness of your skin against his, catching his bottom lip between a fang as you gave him a few experimental strokes. You shuffled closer, knees no doubt bruising from the floor's harsh surface. You placed your chin on his knees, inquiring eyes boring into his as you swiped a thumb over his leaky slit; you were seeking permission, how wonderfully submissive of you. "Go on then, have a taste.", he permitted with a lazy nod.

His breath caught in his throat as your warm, plush lips enveloped his cockhead, your tongue following shortly afterward. You kissed him wetly, the taste of precum unfamiliar yet welcomed. You took him into your mouth once more, this time sucking him as far back into your throat as you could. A deep, satisfied hum rumbled through Illumi's chest as he watched you begin to come up for air, a blood-stained hand tangling itself into your hair to stop your rising and push you down further. "Now, now. Don't underestimate yourself, darling, you can take a little bit more.", he mewled over the sound of your gagging, "Can't you?".

Illumi finally let you up after a few moments, cooing at the sight of tear-streaked mascara kissing your cheeks. Still, your eyes only held a strange look of awe and adoration; one that Illumi found himself mirroring as you continued to suck him off ever so sweetly. Illumi hissed as he pulled you off his cock, leaning down to catch your lips with his. He deepened the kiss as he guided you from the floor onto his lap, the taste of his arousal on your tongue only making him harder.

As Illumi broke the kiss, lips dipping to nip at your neck while his hands slipped underneath your skirt, a low curse escaped him as his fingers met your bare, soaked core. He found his sanity waning. "Nothing underneath?", he hummed as he brought your face close to his, "What a pretty little slut you are.". He locked eyes with you, eye contact unwavering as he pushed two long fingers past your entrance and began searching for that soft, spongy spot he knew would have you singing praises.

You whimpered upon the intrusion, thighs quaking as he began scissoring you open. Illumi took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, enjoying your breathy moans and the noises coming from your sopping cunt. "Feels good, doesn't it.", he chuckled as your hips began rutting against his palm, "I think we both know what'll feel much better, though.".

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

Before you could reach your high, Illumi pulled his fingers from your cunt. Without a second of hesitation, he shoved those same fingers into your throat as he pulled you down onto his cock, allowing very little protest as your pelvises met abruptly. More tears welled behind your lash line as you adjusted to the stretch of him overfilling your pussy, tip nuzzled snuggly against your cervix and g-spot. "Filthy fucking whore.", he spat as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and began manhandling you up the expanse of his shaft, "My filthy fucking whore.".

You cried out in pleasure as he pulled you back down, setting a quick and unforgiving rhythm. Illumi watched your tits bounce beneath the fabric of your top ruefully as he continued to use you like a doll. He growled as he tugged at its neckline, hips bucking up into you as it freed your breasts with a loud rip. You shivered as Illumi leaned forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging at it before swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He continued his ministrations, switching between left and right, with a single hand keeping a bruising grip on your hip while the other busied itself by rolling your clit between its thumb and index finger.

Illumi felt your soft walls flutter around him and he groaned into your skin, pulling your body impossibly closer to his. He released your tit with a loud pop, hips pistoning his cock into you faster as he licked a stripe up your chest and neck. It didn't take him long to find your pulse, suckling over the skin while imagining just how sweet you'd taste. Soon, his cock was throbbing in perfect time with your moans, his high growing closer and closer the more you called out his name and begged him to slow down. Instead, he removed himself from your neck, pulling your forehead against his to lock eyes with you.

The air between and around you quickly grew tense, a steady thrum of energy bringing you closer to your high as Illumi's dark eyes melted into a bloody, crimson shade. "Cum for me.", he moaned into your mouth, head dipping to pierce your skin with his fangs. Without warning, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, curses and pleas tumbling from your lips as the stinging pain of being bitten melded into overwhelming pleasure. Your mind grew numb as you came, your arousal spraying over Illumi's lap as he drank you in. And you let him, body trembling and unable to come down from the violent high he'd brought upon you.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone

The sky above, the earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

Illumi released your neck after a long moment, tongue lapping up a few stray beads of blood as he pulled your hips flush against his and filled you with his seed. Another tremor crept down your spine at the sudden hot, sticky substance filling your womb, Illumi whispering sweet nothings and pretty vows into your ear to coax you out of the trance he'd locked you in. You blinked once, then twice, to clear the white spots and tears from your vision.

"There you are, little one.~", he purred before placing a kiss on the now bruising bite mark he'd given you, "Was afraid I lost you for a second.". All you could do was whimper, slumping forward to rest your head in the crook of his shoulder. Your scent faintly mingled with sex and iron filled his nostrils, tempting him to finish draining and breeding you. He let you rest, though, leaning back into the chair with his cock still plugging you full as he, too, drifted into sleep for the first time in centuries.

Besides, the venom and cum in your system would need time to take effectively.

[cy-cyborg]

Writing and drawing amputee characters: Not every amputee wears prosthetics (and that's ok)

Not every amputee wears prosthetics, and not doing so is not a sign that they've "given up".

It's a bit of a trope that I've noticed that when an amputee, leg amputees in particular, don't wear prosthetics in media its often used as a sign that they've given up hope/stopped trying/ are depressed etc. If/when they start feeling better, they'll start wearing their prosthetics again, usually accompanied by triumphant or inspiring music (if it's a movie). The most famous example of this is in Forest Gump, Where Dan spends most of the movie after loosing his legs wishing he'd died instead. He does eventually come around, and him finally moving from his wheelchair to prosthetics is meant to highlight this.

The thing is, it's not that it's unrealistic - in fact my last major mental health spiral was started because one of my prosthetics was being a shit and wouldn't go on properly, despite fitting perfectly at the prosthetist's the day before. I'm not going to use my legs when I'm not in a good headspace, but the problem is, this is the only time non-prosthetic using amputees ever get representation: to show how sad they are. Even if that's not what the creator/writer necessarily intended, audiences will often make that assumption on their own unless you're very careful and intentional about how you frame it, because it's what existing media has taught them to expect.

But there are lots of reasons why someone might not use prosthetics:

they might not need them: this is more common in arm amputees because of how difficult it can be to use arm prosthetic, especially above-elbow prosthetics. Most folks learn how to get on without them pretty well. In fact, most of the arm amputees I know don't have prosthetics, or only have them for specific tasks (e.g. I knew a girl who had a prosthetic hand made specifically for rowing, but that's all she used it for).

Other mobility aids just work better for them: for me, I'm faster, more manoeuvrable and can be out for longer when I'm in my wheelchair than I ever could on my prosthetics. Youtube/tik tok creator Josh Sundquist has said the same thing about his crutches, he just feels better using them than his prosthetic. This isn't the case for everyone of course, but it is for some of us. Especially people with above-knee prosthetics, in my experience.

Other disabilities make them harder to use: Some people are unable to use prosthetics due to other disabilities, or even other amputations. Yeah, as it turns out, a lot of prosthetics are only really designed for single-limb amputees. While they're usable for multi-limb amps, they're much harder to use or they might not be able to access every feature. For example, the prosthetic knee I have has the ability to monitor the walk cycle of the other leg and match it as close as possible - but that only works if you have a full leg on the other side. Likewise, my nan didn't like using her prosthetic, as she had limited movement in her shoulders that meant she physically couldn't move her arms in the right way to get her leg on without help.

Prosthetics are expensive in some parts of the world: not everyone can afford a prosthetic. My left prosthetic costs around $5,000 Australian dollars, but my right one (the above knee) cost $125,000AUD. It's the most expensive thing I own that I only got because my country pays for medical equipment for disabled folks. Some places subsidise the cost, but paying 10% of $125,000 is still $12,500. Then in some places, if you don't have insurance, you have to pay for that all by yourself. Even with insurance you still have to pay some of it depending on your cover. Arm prosthetics are even more expensive. Sure, both arms and legs do have cheaper options available, but they're often extremely difficult to use. You get what you pay for.

they aren't suitable for every type of environment: Prosthetics can be finicky and modern ones can be kind of sensitive to the elements. My home town was in a coastal lowland - this means lots of beaches and lots of swamp filled with salty/brackish water. The metals used in prosthetics don't hold up well in those conditions, and so they would rust quicker, I needed to clean them more, I needed to empty sand out of my foot ALL THE TIME (there always seemed to be more. It was like a bag of holding but it was just sand). Some prosthetics can't get wet at all. There were a few amputees who moved to the area when I was older who just didn't bother lol. It wasn't worth the extra effort needed for the maintenance.

People have allergies to the prosthetic material: This is less of a problem in the modern day, but some people are allergic to the materials their prosthetics are made from. You can usually find an alternative but depending on the type of allergy, some people are allergic to the replacements too.

Some people just don't like them.

There's nothing wrong with choosing to go without a prosthetic. There's nothing wrong with deciding they aren't for you. It doesn't make you a failure or sad or anything else. Using or not using prosthetics is a completely morally neutral thing.

Please, if you're writing amputees, consider if a prosthetic really is the best mobility aid for your character and consider having your characters go without, or at least mix it up a bit.

For example, Xari, one of the main characters in my comic, uses prosthetics unsupported and with crutches, and uses a wheelchair. They alternate between them throughout the story.

[vagabond-umlaut]

[11:20 PM]

summary: you know suguru loves you—but do you really know suguru loves you?

tags: geto suguru x you; pining; SO MUCH pining; love confession; can this be called 'hurt/comfort'? idk; you're a goner for suguru; suguru too is a goner for you but he's a cult leader here, so tread with caution, y'all; you & suguru co-parent mimi-nana; both of you are sooo... terrible in love *mwah mwah mwah* (no hate nor disrespect meant for online college courses btw <3)

wc: 2k+ (this was supposed to be a drabble T-T)

series: to fall in love is to create a religion (that has a fallible god)

love is stored in the eyes—

you never quite realise this before suguru.

every morning when he hands you your cup of tea just the way you're fond of it; every time he sets out for the cult headquarters with a hug for the twins and a soft smile for you; every evening he returns home, once again wrapping the kids up in a warm hug, and sometimes even pulling you in; every time you bump into him while tidying your house up after you both have successfully put mimi-nana to bed—

no matter the hour of the day, whenever your gaze meets his, you can never fail to understand that suguru loves you, how much suguru is in love with you—

something that never quite fails to leave you breathless.

something that never quite fails to leave you whirring and wondering.

you have always loved suguru.

you loved him then when he was a sweet kind boy, untouched by the grimy nails of the real world. you loved him then when he was a mere shell of the said boy, cracked and crumbling away at the edges. you love him now when he is no longer a boy but a man exacting revenge on the society and all those in it who have wronged him; a man doing what he deems is needed to correct a world that is already tainted at its core.

you reckon you have loved him since before you knew exactly what 'love' entails. you believe you will always love him so; he's the cause, after all, why and how you've learnt the meaning of 'love'.

but, but, but... why does he love you?

had it been before, it would have made sense.

the eldest scion, the only daughter of a prestigious clan. features not the most stunning but charming enough to draw people's eyes when entering a room. gentle and mild, cultured and graceful—albeit not without a mind decently sharp plus a tongue barbed enough to hush any stinging comment. sufficiently good in academics, besides being the owner of a cursed technique so strong, it has oft been compared with the techniques of the zenin's and the kamo's—

long story short, you were assuredly a catch then.

it would have made a hell lot of sense if suguru fell for you then—but he never looked at you then in the manner he regards you now.

even though you have nearly nothing to offer the man now.

what with having been disowned by your parents, disowned by your clan, since the moment you decided to cut your ties with the jujutsu world and support suguru in his efforts. yeah, true, you still possess your good looks, refined upbringing, quick wits and an even quicker tongue—but you've also seen the curse users flocking round suguru. you don't think you can hold a candle to many, so many of them...

and as to the matter of your cursed technique?

geto suguru is the strongest, quite possibly the scariest curse user in recent history. your cursed technique pales when contrasted against the brilliance of his—there is a very slim chance he would cherish you for it. plus, you've seen the curse users flocking around him—there is an extremely high probability of few, if not many, of them having way more intriguing cursed techniques than yours; ones that would catch his eye much more certainly than yours—

you don't really hold any significance in his life other than taking care of nanako and mimiko, and occasionally putting in your two cents on the affairs of the cult... things, you're certain, suguru can easily find a far more suitable person for—

oh.

oh, oh.

does he actually love you?

you aren't reading the man wrong, are you?

said man merely blinks when you vault this ask onto him one night.

it takes him a beat before he questions back, "what?"

"you heard me, senpai," you hum a breezy reply, fighting your urges to look away and at the laptop open before you; the college you go to might be online but the assignments are in no way any less difficult—but then again, how can you wrench your gaze away when it is your dearest geto-senpai?

good or bad, you don't know, but you've always been too too weak for him. and now when he is standing before you, face crumpled up in an adorable frown while his eyes—those coal-black pools of gravity that are still telling you he loves you—they stay focused on you, and solely on you, not even granting a glance to the fact that his sleeves are not rolled up any more and are getting wet in the tap water—

"senpai," you start, your worry for his well-being eclipsing all the other concerns—suguru barely glances away from your face as he turns the water off and leans against the sink, turning entirely to face you. your ears feel warm under the weight of his unwavering gaze, but you vow not to pay them any mind.

not tonight.

not now.

"i know i've been a tad too busy these days," suguru explains, a weary sigh underlining his soft syllables, and making your heartstrings twist and twinge, "but that doesn't mean i don't love you or the twins—you three are my family—"

confused, you frown, trying to understand just what suguru is talking about... only for the realisation to dawn upon you a beat later.

you crack a smile, the words leaving you drenched in an undeniable fondness, "i know you love us, senpai. you're very much a family man; there's no doubt about it—i was just wondering if you love me or not."

"but didn't you just say you know—ah."

a muscle cramps behind your ribs. you realise you've never been this forthright before.

you've never loved anyone before.

those stifled urges of looking away and ducking under the too bright glow of your laptop screen surge once again, yet you suppress them more easily than then—but your heart doesn't prove to be as easy to tame, skipping and cramping and stuttering as you stare at the man before you. mentally drinking in the sight of him standing in the dim kitchen lights, dressed in a loose shirt and a pair of pyjamas with the sleeves soaking wet from washing dishes, and most notably, a novel but so very endearing flush creeping up from the little which can be seen of his chest, crawling up into his neck before the vivid red hues perfuse into, settling beneath the smooth skin of his cheeks—

you suck in a sharp breath, barely perceived but very much felt, when your gaze finally meets his. and those eyes, you find—those beautiful, wretched, wretchedly beautiful eyes—they appear to be drinking you in; inescapable black holes of the universe condensed into those thin sharp eyes you have grown to adore so much—

"i do," he offers quietly, voice so soft you might have mistaken it for a breeze outside had your five senses not been focused on him—solely on him—"i love you... the way you want me to... the way you've always loved me... i—i love you."

were you anyone but you, you would have been nursing a giggle now, seeing the oh-so-eloquent, oh-so-charming geto-sama falter, repeat and fumble with his words and sentences.

were you anyone but you, you would have been sporting a blush now, grasping the fact that you haven't been as guarded with your feelings for your former senpai as you have always liked to think you have.

were you anyone but you, you would have opted to bask in the sweet warm afterglow of being confessed to by the man you've been loving since seemingly forever—not everyone is so damn lucky in love, after all; not everyone gets to hear those three words, eight letters by geto suguru, after all...

it is one thing seeing the love for oneself in the eyes of one's beloved. it is another thing hearing them lend voice to that love.

but you aren't anyone but you.

which is why you can't help but make a sour face, tone bitterly baffled as you ask, "but why would you?"

"why would i?"

you nod your head in reply to suguru's echoed question, deciding not to pay any mind to its terribly dumbstruck tenor. "mmhm! why would you fall in love with someone like me, senpai? i've got nothing to give you in return; you won't get any sort of benefit falling in love with me. why would you ever choose to love such a person, senpai?"

suguru doesn't say anything for a while.

he just keeps staring. too too quiet, he cuts quite an imposing figure as he leans against the sink and keeps looking at you—it would have been creepy, you think, were it anyone but him. but it isn't, he's your geto-senpai, so you don't deem it to be creepy. just a little terrifying, and a lot alluring, if you ought to be honest—

"do you love me?" the man asks suddenly.

you waste not even one breath to shoot back, "i do. you know i do."

"but why would you?"

"wha—" you start, thrown off-kilter by this abrupt swerve suguru has made your conversation take. he merely smiles, not leaving you even one square inch space to wedge a foot in, "let alone advantages, i've brought you nothing but disadvantages, love—had you not fallen for me, you would have been living a comfortable posh life at your clan's estate"—no—"most probably promoted to the rank of a special grade sorcerer by now"—no—"or perhaps, attending a reputed university"—no—"and not have been stuck here, in some cheap two bedroom flat, with the words 'curse user' tainting your pristine image and a bounty on your head so high that you have to sit at home and take an online college course—"

"will you please shut up?"

in hindsight, you'll reckon that you should have kept your voice down lest the twins wake up and start crying in the next room. in hindsight, you'll also reckon that you should never have talked in such a tone to the man in front of you—but in this moment, you do not really reckon anything.

barely restraining your anger as it threatens to spill over as acid from your words, as tears from your eyes.

"so what, senpai? so what? i am in love with you!! i haven't decided to do business with you, that i must be aware of the possible risks, and profits and losses, and all that bullshit—i've decided to love you!! and i'll keep loving you because of and in spite of everything that you are, no matter wh—"

oh.

oh, oh—

oh.

your laptop lets out a faint beep.

one room away, you hear mimiko call for you then her adoptive father.

despite the maelstorm of emotions—enlightened?relieved?mortified?—wrecking havoc in your chest, you tear your gaze away from suguru and get up, a stripe of regret settling in your messy palette of feelings when the little girl's voice reaches you once again, much more frantic than the last time—

only to be pushed back into your chair by a large, slightly damp hand over your shoulder.

"stay here," suguru says, eyes crinkling and lips curled in an effortless smile; quieting you when you move to protest, "and while you're here, teach yourself to be a bit more kind to yourself, yes? my patience can only last for so long when someone insults me or what belongs to me—" he pauses, smile falling a bit as his eyes abruptly dip to the hollow of your throat, thumb brushing a gentle stroke over your collarbone—

your breath catches in your throat.

precisely at the spot suguru has trained all his focus on.

his eyes rise to meet yours, as swift as they fell then—

and you return a distracted nod—too occupied losing yourself in the abyss inside those obsidian pools of love; too blind to the sharp little tilt of his lips, when the object and subject of your adoration croons.

"you do understand what i'm saying—don't you, my love?"

early twenties cult leader suguru is the freakiest of all the suguru's, i believe ^_^

divider by @/cafekitsune

[thydungeongal]

Hello! I know you've talked about how D&D is not really suitable for like, the epic climactic boss battles that a lot of people try to do in it? What RPGs would you recommend instead for that kind of think, if it's not too much trouble?

I have it on pretty good authority that Matt Colville's upcoming game, Draw Steel, does this remarkably well! Based on what I have heard it does many things similarly to D&D 4e. 4e is probably the best edition of D&D you'll find with support for this type of gameplay, but still has a lot of mechanics revolving around conserving resources over extended periods of time. Based on what I've heard (and what a couple of asks I have yet to reply to in my inbox would confirm) Draw Steel has mechanics for balancing encounters across a whole adventure instead of an adventuring day in a way where there almost is an arc to the adventure and where there being a climactic boss battle is pretty much expected.

Another game in a similar "non-D&D games doing a 4e" space is Beacon, a game that also very much de-emphasizes resource management and attrition over longer periods of time.

Those two are both games with very crunchy, tactical combat, so if what you're looking for is something a bit more abstract and that has tools for supporting this type of gameplay, I recommend looking at Fate and QuestWorlds. Both very different types of games but both very much uninterested in granular resource management and attrition, both heavily opinionated about the mechanics emulating narrative convention. QuestWorlds especially gives actual mechanical structure to conventional narrative structure to the point where the game almost expects you to use it to model a traditional "rising action" type of structure.

[cosmos-kitty]

Thank you for answering about the gouache, I really appreciate it! Would you be ok answering a question about the "You’re on your ninth life" piece? Did you individually paint each star or are some of them glitter? It looks like an irl photograph of space it's so good!

You're very welcome! For a piece like that with a lot of stars I usually do the paint flicking method, with slightly diluted paint to reduce the opacity for the smaller, further away stars

Basically you want to get a very bristly paintbrush loaded with paint, and gently run the bristles backwards then let go so that they flick back towards the page and launch the paint outwards, at as close to a 90 degree angle as you can manage - some people use a toothbrush, but I have a paintbrush that's purposefully roughed up to make it more suitable for flicking on stars!

(I have used fine glitter on traditional pieces to make a nice shimmery effect in-person before, but it usually turns up badly in photos/scans, so not as a replacement for physically drawing on the stars)

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Sex Tape: (prompt list here)

(part two of these 'recording' headcanons)

- After the heart-warming success of his first accidental intimate recording with you, Stephen would find himself revisiting that tape over and over again. Any time you have to leave him for a weekend alone, out comes his little camcorder so he can eagerly relive that special night and try his best to make up for missing your touch that night.

- But as much as he loves that precious gift you left him, he can't help but want to make a new one, something you both create together and maybe even equally could enjoy together on another night. He wouldn't be able to ask out right though, instead he'll drop a dozen tiny hints, mostly about how much he loved that first tape, and how incredibly beautiful you look when he's making you feel good, and how much he loves you, and loves having that precious memory documented to relive over and over.

- You'd of course give in to his less than subtle suggestions pretty quickly, his response to your video just the sweetest thing you could have imagined, and feeling so safe with Steven that you don't have a single worry about that footage going anywhere, or looking less than perfect, or anything like that because you know that man respects and worships every cell of your being.

- You pick a date for your very special date night, picking out a new set of lingerie for the occasion (and because it's so fun to surprise Steven with something new and watch his little brain immediately melt down to a mumbling mess.) By the time you get to his flat there's more candles lit than in a cathedral, and he's spent a week's pay of a very special bottle of wine that you once got as a present and so generously shared with him, on a night you two passed giggling sweet nothings to each other.

- After a glass of that sweet thoughtful gesture you two find yourselves all hands again, so giddy with excitement as you stumble towards the bed that you almost forget to turn on the camera, Steven reluctantly pulling himself away from your lips just long enough to oh so kindly ask,

"Love, are you sure you're alright with this? We don't have to if you're worried at all, I'm just so grateful that I even have one video of you. Or that I get to do this with you at all." You cut him off before he can start monologuing about what a privilege it is to be in your life in any role, the lovestruck man staring at you with stars in his eyes, so in awe of everything about you.

- You suitably reassure him that you feel just as lucky to love him, and finally you start the camera filming, pulling him towards you until you're confident he's framed in the shot, slowly moving your lips to his neck. As you lick and kiss your way along his throat, drawing soft strangled sighs from the nervous boy, your fingers trace down his shirt and start pulling it at his buttons one by one, until finally you can push it off his shoulders and reveal his broad chest to you and the camera. You can't stop yourself from running your hands over his muscles, looking forward to rewatching this moment and stopping Steven from folding inwards or hiding himself from the camera. You can tell he's still up in his head a bit, not as passionately exploring your form like it holds the secrets to the universe the way he usually does.

- Trying to draw his focus, you tip him back on to bed and climb on top of him, pulling your dress over your head and giving him a full view of the special outfit you had on underneath. His jaw drops and his eyes practically shoot out of his head as he starts excitedly babbling about how 'truly perfect you look' and how 'every colour seems to have been made for you', and suddenly his stage fright is forgotten and he's pulling you back in for a kiss as his fingertips trace along the lacy fabric, before slipping underneath your panties and rubbing slow circles against your clit. You find your hips moving in time with his rhythm, the excitement of knowing Steven would be able to watch this moment again enough to heighten the sensations. As your temperature starts to rise and your thighs start to twitch you make a point to arch your back and gasp out his name for the camera, immediately earning a groan from Steven as he starts to buck against your hips.

- You pull his fingers out of you with a whimper, and make quick work of undoing his belt and sliding his pants down his legs until his manhood springs free, letting you take a long slow lick of him that has Steven panting and begging for more. As you slip your lingerie to the side, mounting his lap and hovering just above his leaking tip, you notice his eyes drift behind you, the red blinking light pulling him back to reality from his throws of passion.

- Less than pleased that Steven is able to look anywhere but up adoringly at you, you slam your hips down against his, taking his full length in one breath and clenching down on him at the deliciously full feeling of having him buried inside of you. Right on cue his turns his attention back to you, gazing up at you in shock as you cup his face in your hands and state very clearly in your most seductive pur,

"Now Steven, the least you can do is keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry love, I just remembered about the - but it doesn't matter, I promise, I only want to look at you." Taking mercy on him, you start to roll your hips, before you finish your negotiations,

"That's good to hear, because any time you look at that camera, I'm going to stop moving." You pause your riding in emphasis as his gaze turns pleading, nodding quickly and begging you to move, promising to be good as you go back to sliding your hips against him, drawing out louder and louder groans that start to fill the room around you. You watch as his eyes trace along your content face, your bouncing chest, your wiggling hips, and finally your glistening entrance where he can see himself glide in and out of you, your own excitement dripping onto him with each thrust. It's almost too much to take and he feels his climax quickly approaching, his fingers returning to strum against your clit as he tries to hold off his release. Then his eyes dart behind you for a split second and suddenly his building pleasure starts to drop as you still your hips, desperate apologies falling from his lips in a plea.

"I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to, please keep going, you feel so incredible..." His core is aching with the tension bubbling inside it, so close to release and having no choice but to let you sit there on his throbbing erection until you see fit to forgive him. Luckily for him it's very hard to act mad at those puppy dog eyes, and when his touch feels so good between your thighs you know you won't be able to hold off much longer either.

- "I just need you to keep those beautiful eyes on me okay Steven?" You sound merciful, and he lets out a sigh of relief, until you add "and definitely don't let them close."

He's about to ask what you mean when suddenly you start bouncing on him with every ounce of strength in your thighs, riding him faster and harder as you feel him start to tense beneath you. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours, mouth hanging open in sheer ecstasy as he watches the confident smile on your face start to fall into an o as you get closer and closer the edge. He works you with his fingers, holding back his own climax and praising you as you climb higher and higher, finally crying out his name as your wall clench around him, your whole body shaking with the overwhelming release as pleasure washed over you. Steven is right behind you, his hips lifting up off the bed as he erupts inside you, legs trembling and hands clutching at your waist, making sure you can't possibly climb off of him.

- You collapse against his chest, resolved to spending a little longer with him deep inside you, Steven's arms only coiling around you tighter as he presses soft kisses to your forehead and pants out that he loves you so bloody much.

- It takes a little while for either of you to get up to turn off the camera, Steven finally volunteering to leave the bed, only to grab the camera of its stand, step back towards you, aiming the lens at your satisfied face before letting it drift down your spent body, stopping when he sees his own load drip out of from between your legs and feeling himself start twitching with excitement again. The last sound the camera picks up is Steven mumbling quietly to himself, "how did I ever get this lucky?"

[finniestoncrane]

If you're still taking requests for the nsfw kinks please can I get:💣 - corruption: “and you said you’d never be caught dead doing anything like this. sounded like you were very much alive and enjoying it though” for Hancock? Thank Youuu

Hancock x GN!Reader, word count: 700 talk about corruption lmaoooo i'd be walking up to people with a geiger counter and asking them to swipe it over my lower half like "yeah guess what i've just done" ANYWAY i didn't go so literally, i wanted john to have some fun corrupting some diamond city sweetheart, so this ended up a lot more romantic than smutty (sorry!!) ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: penetrative sex, drugs mentioned, corruption, scent kink/marking kink, licking

It was less a way of consuming your body and more a method of marking, you realised, as Hancock's tongue dragged along the side of your neck once more. Almost every inch of you had been coated in his saliva, where he'd started at your toes and worked his way up, making brief stops along the way at the places he knew would send a tingle down your spine. It was careful, a level of expert employed in the seductive tasting that had all of your skin prickled with gooseflesh, hairs standing on end, moisture almost drained as your torso and face glistened with sweat and your cunt dripped in your slick.

The sounds he made, the appreciative moans, as though he were dining on fresh cram, something from before, something new and decadent, were enough to bring you as close to the edge as you could get. It only took a mischievous chuckle, his tongue pressed against the shell of your ear, fingers stroking slowly, deftly, over your clit, before you were trembling beside him, body contorting in ecstasy as you came.

As you came back down to Earth, bliss oozing from your skin, on your breath, scenting the air around you, you felt his arms pull you close. He was warm, his skin still dry despite the frantic rutting that had you sweating and which was now coating you in a clammy, chill susceptible layer. Sensing the drop in your temperature, he reached to the floor, producing his shirt which he wrapped you in.

"You'll smell like me now. Like Good Neighbour."

"And?"

You asked, but you knew what he was trying to say without using direct words. You were raised quietly, properly, in Diamond City. Wealthy assholes as parents. A desire to rebel had brought you to Good Neighbour, swearing that you were only there for a drink. Only there to experience life outside of the green walls. You and the friends you had travelled with giggled, excitement bounding through your bodies as you watched the people, so different to you, living their lives. One of your group made a comment about the bodies, what they'd feel like. Of course, you protested, you'd never go as far as to be with a synth or a ghoul. That was wrong. You'd been told that your whole life, and despite not believing it at your core, it was still a rule that had been hammered home often enough that you still couldn't imagine yourself breaking it.

"Not even him?"

They'd pointed towards the man, the ghoul, in the corner. His long red frock coat a symbol of his status amongst the rest of the drifters in the town. There was an energy to him, but you could hear the distaste, the disgust in your parents tone.

You had protested, and Hancock had overheard you, finding it a suitable challenge for the evening. It hadn't taken him long to woo you, and you'd found yourself quickly back in his quarters, his guards standing by the door, sneaking glances as their mayor railed the smooth skinned newcomer. A triumph over Diamond City.

Drawing you back to the present, hours after your first encounter, when you were so quickly infatuated and bedded by the charismatic mayor of the town you had snuck into, Hancock took a deep breath and pulled you in closer.

"And you said you'd never be caught dead doing anything like this, huh? Sure sounded like you were very much alive and enjoying it."

"More alive than I've ever been."

Your response was quiet, thoughtful, as you let the experience settle over you. Hancock spoke softly in return.

"They'll smell me on you. You can't go back to Diamond City now."

"Well, what do you suggest I do?"

He shifted himself in the bed beside you, sitting with his back against the wall as he reached into the bedside table for one of the red inhalers you'd seen scattered around the place. With your head against his abdomen, you looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

"Stay here. With me. You give me another ten minutes and some jet and I'll be good to go for another round. We'll make a good neighbour of you yet, princess."

[wombywoo]

Hi Womby, I've been thinking about posting some of my digital art because I've been very satisfied with where my art is going the past few months and I want to share it. Now I was wondering what canvas size and dpi you recommend. I don't want my canvases to be too big for tumblr to handle but I don't want them to be too small and become all grainy either. As for the dpi, the art program that I use supports both 300 and 600 dpi, but I've never quite understood what it means and which one is suitable for digital art. Hope you're doing good, and happy holidays in advance!

ahhh awesome! you should definitely share your art, I'm sure it's lovely 🥰

as for sizing, when I'm drawing a piece, my go-to canvas size is around 4000x5000 at 300dpi (I feel like this is massive, but it's the only way I can get all the details!!)

when I post an image online, I scale it down quite a bit, so the size ends up being around 1500x1800 (this is also kinda big, but again--I want you to see all the details :'D) I also like a bit of grain, so I add a grain layer to my piece and call it a day~

my regular method is--save one version of the giant size (w/o the watermark), and a separate file for the resized version to post online (this is why my computer is running out of space..welp)

but yeah--I assume tumblr can only handle a certain size limit, but I've never had any issues with my current image sizes 👍

hope you enjoy your holidays as well <333

[dinaera]

Good evening 🙈

I still have tonnes of copic markers lying around from the past, somehow it's a shame to just let them collect dust 🙈 and a very special traditional artist always tells me that I should draw something on real paper again 🤣 (yay you're meant @drimmsydra)

That's why I bought a small sketchbook suitable for copic markers 😊 the paper is a dream! It's fun to draw in it 😊 the very first artwork in the book is of course GO based 🙈 her last day in Eden

And omg thank you for the warm welcome 😊 what do you do when you get reblogged? Don't want to be rude or annoying 🤣

[slaymitchabernathy]

I Hate It Here

| "All you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize. You see I was a debutant in another life but, now I seem to be scared to go outside. If comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck, now that I know what's what." |

Soarynn keeps her head lowered while the other girls whisper excitedly around her.

There is nothing to be excited about.

She doesn't see why this is such a big deal, debutant balls happen all the time, why does this one have to be any different?

But she knows why, and she knows that her father has high hopes of her meeting a suitable match tonight. "You're a beautiful girl, honey," he had said to her in the car, "and tonight you might meet a young man who can see that. A man who can take care of you when I no longer can."

Soarynn had just nodded and smiled, she wants to make her father happy, let him rest easy knowing that she won't forever be alone but she doesn't see why being alone is such a bad thing. She has her friends, her drawings, her cat, and her books.

She needs nothing more.

She smooths down her white dress with her gloved hands, making sure she looks presentable. The maids fussed over her appearance for a good hour, making sure that her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and styled, that her dress was without a wrinkle, her skin without a flaw.

They're anxious for her to meet someone as well. She's heard them whispering about her, how it's such a shame that a pretty thing like her spends most of her days in the library of her home, curled up with a book. Soarynn doesn't think it's sad at all, she loves her books, loves escaping to secret gardens in her mind where only she has the key to get to them.

No one else seems to share this sentiment.

The girls begin to move out of the room they've been standing in for the past half hour and Soarynn joins the shuffle, nervously reciting the words she's been trained to say by everyone who wants tonight to be successful.

"Hello, my name is Soarynn Nightingale, how do you do?"

It seems so stiff, so formal, and not at all personal. It's not her at all.

They step out onto the balcony overlooking the first floor where everyone is staring up at them from the ballroom. Soarynn scans the room for her father, the only man she truly cares about. She spots him over by the piano, a drink in his hand and a pleased smile on his face. She knows he means well but she hates this, hates all of it.

Girls begin to descend the grand staircase and Soarynn is one of the last in the group, taking her time, not in any rush to get married and have her life be over. Some girls are immediately greeted by the young men attending this ball, eager to meet a potential wife. Others like her, are not and she goes straight to the windows so she can look outside.

She sees a small garden with a courtyard, it reminds her of home, of their backyard. Will her future husband live in a townhouse like her? Or will he live in an apartment with no grass or trees?

She hopes for very few things when it comes to a potential husband. That he's kind to her, that he actually listens and pays attention to her. She also hopes that he likes cats since she has one, Petunia who she cannot live without.

Soarynn knows that she's not doing herself any favors by standing by the windows instead of mingling or dancing but she doesn't have the courage to go up to any of the men in this room. So she watches instead, watches girls dance with potential suitors, smiling and laughing.

Some could say that she was born for this life, to grow up in comfortable luxury and be married off to strengthen the family but she longs for something more, for freedom and no societal standards.

No big city hopes or small town fears.

She scans the room once again and her eyes land on the bar where lots of men are now standing including her father. She locks eyes with him for a moment but then they drift up to the man standing next to him. The very tall, very handsome young man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Soarynn suddenly feels very nervous.

She was prepared to talk to people, but she wouldn't enjoy it or find them interesting. She planned on leaving with her father, empty-handed but content that she did her part tonight. Her father has other plans apparently.

The young man starts towards her but Soarynn remains planted by the windows, letting him cross the room to get to her. She's been given lots of advice over the past eighteen years on how to deal with men, how she should make her future husband work for it, work for her. Looks like she's finally heeding some of that advice.

The handsome stranger finally reaches her and he's much taller up close. He smells like roses out of all things and he really is handsome, with his prominent jaw and nose, his strong eyebrows, and his eyes, oh, his eyes are a piercing blue gaze that she feels frozen under.

"Hello," he says with a polite smile, holding out his hand, "my name is Coriolanus Snow, how do you do?"

Soarynn swallows, this is what she's been preparing for her entire life, to fall in love. Surely it won't happen with the first man she meets. But maybe it might, who knows what fate has intended for her.

Soarynn gently places her hand in his, noting how much larger his hand is, how long his fingers are, how big his palm is. Coriolanus Snow is a big man. "Pleased to meet you," she says softly, watching him bring his lips to her gloved hand. She blushes at the gesture, the only man who's ever shown her any physical affection has been her father, a kiss on the cheek, a hug, an encouraging pat on the arm.

Like any good Capitol girl, she's been saving herself for marriage.

His bright eyes scan her up and down in a matter of seconds and she begins to wonder what her father has promised Coriolanus, what he said about her. "And your name?"

Soarynn blinks twice before realizing that she has yet to introduce herself, "Soarynn, Soarynn Nightingale."

Coriolanus hums, releasing her hand, "Well Soarynn, I met your father moments ago and he told me that I'd be a fool if I didn't ask you to dance." Soarynn wants to glare over at her father for meddling in her business, he can't do everything for her if he wants this to be successful. She knows he means well but still, the line has to be drawn at some point.

"You might be," she agrees, "or you might not."

Coriolanus creases his brows, clearly not expecting her to act this way, act like she could care less but she isn't keen on impressing Coriolanus Snow who she's sure is a fine match for any girl in this room.

Just not her.

"Do you...do you not dance?" He asks nervously, shifting on his feet. Soarynn shakes her head, she shouldn't torture Coriolanus when he's done nothing wrong, "I do dance," she tells him, bracing herself for five minutes of awkward tension between them, "and I'd love to dance with you."

He seems relieved to hear that. No man wants to look like a fool at a debutant ball, so out of sheer politeness, she'll agree to dance with Coriolanus.

He offers up her arm which she gingerly takes, allowing him to lead them onto the ballroom floor where lots of people have been swept up in music and surface-level conversations. Coriolanus rests one hand on her waist and the other holds her right hand. Soarynn places her left hand on his shoulder and they begin to move with the music. Growing up, Soarynn was given dance lessons for this very reason, so she wouldn't look like a graceless fool in front of everyone else.

She catches another glimpse of her father, eagerly craning his neck to see if he's made a successful match. Soarynn sighs, she hates it here, hates this dress, hates these uncomfortable shoes, hates dancing with this stranger.

"How old are you?"

His question jars her from thinking of more things to hate, "Eighteen," she answers, "what about you?"

"Twenty-one."

Goodness, he's old. Older than her at least, she's surprised her father sent Coriolanus her way, he's always been protective of her. She nods, doing her best to look interested, "You attended University then?"

"I did, now I work at the largest firm in the Capitol."

Of course, he does, handsome, smart, and important. He's the perfect man in her father's eyes, in everyone's eyes but her own.

"How exciting," she murmurs, letting him spin her around. She catches a glimpse of the moon shining through the windows and wishes she could escape this dance to sneak outside to the courtyard. But she can't be rude, and she can't leave halfway through the dance.

"Is this your first ball?"

Soarynn does her best to look excited, "Yes it is."

"Ah, how exciting for you."

Yes, she wants to say, how exciting to be sold off to the highest bidder in the room. She just smiles and keeps dancing to the music, answering a few more surface-level questions before the music finally stops.

"Thank you for the dance," she says to him, "but I need to find the lady's room." Now he can't insist on accompanying her and Soarynn doesn't wait for a response, turning on her heel and pushing through the crowd. She sneaks past her father, still preoccupied at the bar, and only glances back at Coriolanus once, expecting to see him with another girl already but his eyes are on her, watching her leave.

Hopefully, he can find a girl who actually wants to be here.

꧁ ꧂

With nothing but the moonlight to keep her company, Soarynn finally finds herself enjoying this ball.

She sits on a stone bench, surrounded by shrubs and flowers, watching through the window as people dance and laugh. It's better this way, she decides, to stay out here and protect her heart.

She watches one girl in a pretty white dress laugh at something a man says, leaning into him as if they've known each other for years not hours. Perhaps there's something wrong with Soarynn, something wrong with her heart.

The scatter of gravel is what startles her and draws her attention to a tall figure emerging from the blooms and shrubs, Coriolanus Snow. He looks rather unsure of himself, out of place in the gardens.

"You're quite good at hiding," he tells her, hands in his pockets, "I had to search the whole building before I came out here to look for you."

Soarynn can't stop herself from looking surprised. He looked for her?

She thought he'd find some other girl to talk to, to swoon and charm and take for his bride.

"I escaped," she says plainly, turning back to look through the windows. The gravel crunches under his shoes and she can feel him stop behind her, "Are you not enjoying the ball?" Soarynn nearly rolls her eyes at the stupid question, maybe if she were shallow and self-serving she'd enjoy the ball. Maybe if she didn't dream of being more than just someone's wife then she'd enjoy the ball.

"Not really."

Coriolanus walks around the stone bench, quietly sitting down next to her. Soarynn doesn't look at him, doesn't trust herself to look into those blue eyes and not possibly fall for him. Falling in love is another one of her hopeless dreams.

They sit in a comfortable silence, watching others make the most of this night, she feels him staring at her every once in a while but Soarynn makes no effort to start up a conversation.

"You seem lonely," he finally says.

She lets out a breathy laugh, I'm lonely but I'm good, she thinks to herself. She's always kept to herself, always been kind and polite but it's cost her a lot, cost her some respect and others taking her seriously.

"I'm fine," she insists, pulling off her gloves, "I have everything I could ever need."

She looks at him and is met with a questioning look like he doesn't fully believe her. Sometimes she doesn't believe herself. "Having everything you need doesn't prevent you from growing bitter," he points out. She frowns, she's never thought of herself as bitter. Is that how others view her?

"I swear I'm fine."

She's fine, it's fine, everything's fine. Soarynn has already accepted her inevitable fate, getting married, having children, attending boring parties with boring people. She'll save all her romanticism for her inner life, reading books so she gets lost on purpose in another land far away from here.

His hand grabs hers, skin on skin this time, no gloves separating them, no crowd of people watching them.

They can say whatever they want out here, with the moon and stars as their witness.

"You can be honest with me," he tells her, so gently, so patiently as if she's the most precious thing in the world to her. Soarynn has always been cautious around men like Coriolanus Snow, who seem too good to be true. Men with money, power, influence, charming and deceptive. Good looking and rotten to the core.

Soarynn doesn't know why she feels compelled to be honest with him now, to tell him how this place truly makes her feel. She has nothing to lose.

"This place makes me feel worthless," she whispers, staring up at the sky, "the parties, the dull conversations, it's like no one really sees me for who I am, sees past my pretty face and prominent last name."

Soarynn knows he can relate to the family part, he's a Snow, that's as important as you can get in the Capitol. She's sure that he's had his fair share of people trying to shove their way into his life simply to say that they're friends with him.

He laces his fingers in between her own, "Where would you go other than the Capitol?"

Soarynn is well aware of how privileged she is to live in the Capitol, to live among the elite and go to balls like this. She has more clothes than she knows what to do with, more shoes, more bags, more food. There is no better place to be than the Capitol.

Except the secret gardens in her mind.

"I read about these gardens," she tells him, "when I was a precocious child, they live in your mind so you can escape and only I have the key. I'm there most of the year if I'm being honest."

She sees how surprised he is, how he never expected Glen Nightingale's daughter to be downright miserable with her life.

"You want gardens?"

Soarynn nods, to put it broadly yes, she wants gardens she can run through and escape in with no one to bother her unless she wants them to.

"I can give you that."

Her eyes grow wide, out of all the things a man could promise her, gardens were the last thing she expected. Capitol men like to promise pretty jewelry, fancy cars, and beautiful homes. Never has anyone promised her a garden, let alone listened to her greatest desires.

"You can?" She asks, shitfing on the bench. Coriolanus nods, looking quite confident in the promise he just made, "I can. I'm going to become President one day and when I do, I'll move into the President's Mansion. There'll be beautiful gardens to walk through, and a grand library, with servants who won't speak a word to you unless you tell them to do so."

He makes it sound so easy, like it's already happened, like he already did it.

It sounds like a dream come true.

"But...but what does that have to do with me?" She asks with hesitance laced in her voice. Soarynn isn't naive, she knows what men want and what's expected of her. She needs to marry someone, not just live in their gardens. Coriolanus chuckles, acting like she asked something so simple. "If we were to marry then everything of mine could become yours," he explains as if it's so simple.

Maybe it is.

Maybe she should trust him, let him spin her around in the ballroom, and get to know him.

"Give me a chance and I promise you won't be disappointed Soarynn."

You have nothing to lose, she tells herself, squeezing his hand, "Alright," she agrees, "we ought to go back inside."

Coriolanus looks at the large windows looking into the ballroom, they can hear the music and laughter from outside, he looks hesitant to return. "Let's just stay here," he says, giving her a smile, "get to know each other."

Soarynn smiles too.

Perhaps with Coriolanus by her side, she could actually love it here.

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[sweetfashionistas-blog]

Shadows of the Past

Summary: Ciel and Sebastian visit the Undertaker's workshop for information on a mysterious shipment. They meet a mysterious figure who hints at a connection to Ciel's past and provides what's needed details. Undertaker returns, and as they leave, Ciel is left with unsettling questions about the stranger's cryptic remarks.

Sebastian pushed open the door to Undertaker's workshop, the faint chime of the bell announcing their entrance. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint odor of embalming fluid, casting an eerie atmosphere over the dimly lit room. Shadows danced across the walls, accentuated by the flickering candlelight, creating an almost surreal environment.

"Good evening," Sebastian greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "We're here to see the Undertaker."

From behind a cluttered workbench, a figure emerged, wiping their hands on a stained apron. They looked up, a mischievous smile playing on their lips. "Ah, you're looking for the Undertaker? I'm afraid he's... indisposed at the moment."

Ciel's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his cane. "And who might you be?" He demanded not one to appreciate surprises or deviations from his plans.

The person chuckled softly, a melodic sound that seemed out of place in the somber workshop. "I'm just a... temporary replacement, you could say. The name's irrelevant. But I might be able to help you with whatever it is you seek."

Ciel glanced at Sebastian, who gave a suitable nod, indicating that they should proceed cautiously. Turning back to the stranger, Ciel's gaze was steely. "We're looking for information regarding a certain shipment that recently arrived in London. The undertaker was supposed to have details."

The stranger's smile widened, their eyes glistening with a hint of mischief. "Ah, yes. The shipment. I do know a thing or two about that. But first, tell me, young Phantomhive, why do you seek such dangerous knowledge?"

Ciel's eyes flashed with irritation. "That is none of your concern. Now do you have the information or not?"

The person tilted their head, observing Ciel with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. "You know, you have your father's eyes."

Ciel's breath hitched, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "What did you say?"

"Nothing of importance," the stranger replied with a dismissive wave. "Follow me. The information you need is in the back."

As they walked through the labyrinth of the workshop, passing by caskets, ornate tombstones, and bizarre artifacts, Ciel couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye. Sebastian, ever the silent observer, seemed equally intrigued, his eyes never leaving the mysterious figure leading them.

The stranger paused at a heavy oak door, turning to face Ciel. "One piece of advice, young earl. Sometimes, the answers we seek lead to truths we're not ready to face."

Ciel stiffened, his resolve hardening. "I'm not afraid of the truth."

The person nodded, pushing the door open to reveal a room filled with dusty tomes and ancient artifacts. The air was heavy with the weight of history, and the dim light from the solitary candle cast long shadows across the floor.

"Very, well then. Let's find what you're looking for," the stranger said, moving towards a shelf lined with weathered books.

Ciel watched as the person expertly pulled out a thick, leather-bound volume, flipping through the pages with practiced ease. "Here," they said, pointing to a section filled with cryptic notes and diagrams. "This contains details about the shipment you're interested in. It arrived at the docks under the guise of a mundane cargo, but its true nature is far more... Sinister."

Ciel stepped closer, peering at the intricate drawings and coded messages. "What does this mean?" He asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and impatience.

The stranger sighed, closing the book gently. "It means, young earl, that you're entangled in something far greater than a simple shipment. Forces are at play that you cannot yet comprehend."

Ciel's eyes met the stranger's, a silent challenge in his gaze. "And, you? How do you fit into all of this?"

A cryptic smile curled on the person's lips. "Let's just say, our destinies are more intertwined than you might think."

Before Ciel could press any further, the door creaked open, and the familiar, unsettling laugh of Undertaker filled the room. "Ah, I see you met my... temporary assistant. Finding everything you need, I hope?"

Ciel turned, his mind racing with questions, but now was not the time. He had the information he needed, but the encounter had left him with a gnawing sense of unease and curiosity.

As they made their way out of the workshop, the stranger's words echoed in Ciel's mind. Unbeknownst to him, he had just brushed against a hidden chapter of his family's history, one that would soon reveal itself in ways he could never have anticipated.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Flooded ASMR - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien’s 2024 CN Birthday Event (Golden Love Ratio)✧ Birthday Story | Birthday Prologue + Birthday Date | ASMR (You're here)

⚠️ This ASMR is NSFW and NOT suitable for individuals under the age of 18 due to its sexual nature. It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

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Transcript under the cut~

[Transcript]

[soft creak of a door opening, followed by a gentle click as it closes]

I'm home

[his footsteps drawing closer]

Mmh

Today is indeed a little more tiring than usual.

Hm?

You want to help me relax a bit?

Of course I have no reason to refuse

[squelching noises]

[chuckles]

Are you using essential oil and wood chips for massage?

Hmm, this feels very novel

I can really smell the fragrance of the wood and the essential oil

very relaxing

[chuckles]

I need to take my clothes off?

Hmm...

[light creak of the bed as he sits down]

[whispers] But I'm feeling a bit lazy, can you help me?

[rustling of fabric as his clothes got taken off + faint zipper unzipping if you listen closely🤪]

[contented exhale] Hah...

I've laid down obediently like a good boy now

Next,

you can do whatever you want—

I’ll go along with everything.

[chuckles] Sit a little closer,

it'll be easier for you that way

[sound of liquid being poured]

[some sus squelching noises + his comfortable soft moan]

Maybe it's because your hands are so warm

but I already feel much more relaxed.

Mm

I was indeed feeling a bit irritable earlier because of work.

It wasn't that I didn't want to tell you...

maybe it was more like...

I purposely wanted you to pick up on it.

[sus noises linger, followed by his delicious gasp]

[hoarsely] Your technique is really good

[gasps] I just don't know—

when did you learn all of this?

Hm?

Is this a surprise you've prepared for my birthday?

[chuckles] But,

you’ve already given me so many gifts.

[sound of his soft, breathy moan accompanied with the sus noise in the background]

Hmh

Okay

I'll behave

[comfortably exhales]

Go on

No matter what you do

I won't resist

[His breathy moan continues

but then a surprised gasp escapes as she touches... a certain place]

Here too?

[chuckle] Of course you can

However

I’m afraid that because it feels too good,

I'll become even greedier.

[the sus wet sounds and his comfortable moan leave no doubt where her hand is exploring right now🤪]

Hmh

feels so good....

Can you...

come a little closer?

[oh GOD the slippery sounds mixed with his desperate and breathless gasps... (๑/////๑ " )]

[he rolls over, and with a thud, now he's on top]

…This gift is so special,

I don't want to be the only one to enjoy it

The way you helping me relax— so serious,

so adorable,

It makes me uncontrollably

want you to experience it too.

Let me help you relax as well,

Okay?

[chuckles + rustling noises of her fabric, only god knows where he's touching]

Can't I?

I'm just purely

want the person I like

to feel the same joy as I do

Since I’m the birthday boy

I naturally have the right to share this 'joy'

Don't turn me down

teach me how to do it

[rustling of fabric as he takes off her clothes]

[the sounds of wet and sus noises as he's simply... returning the favor]

Is it like

this?

It seems like there's not enough oil.

I'll add a little more.

[sounds of the oil being poured then something chaotic happens and now the oil spilled]

Sorry,

I'm clumsy

It’s all spilled—

so much oil all over

Looks like it’ll need a thorough cleaning later.

But,

I'm no different.

[sus squelching noises continues again]

It seems like this

is a bit more relaxed than before.

What do you think?

[wet kisses join the mix, but I'm 69% convinced it is NOT on her lips 🤪]

There's no need to hide any emotions,

whether it's joy

or what you desire

just tell me everything

After all

I'm starting to become less patient

[Is he maybe... going in? HIS MOANS IS NOT FOOLING ANYONE]

Research has kept me busy these past few days

I’ve been missing you all the time.

I want to be with you just like this...

always stay together

and doing some interesting things

[HIS KISSES AND PANTS, he's really going at it—aren't these wet noises a bit too fast for a simple massage?]]

H-hah...

Just like now

gazing at you like this,

sinking into your warmth and softness

without thinking about...

anything at all

Do you know

the you right now

look very tempting

and very beautiful.

[the way his kisses became more and more DESPERATE, with the sus noises still playing in the background🫣]

Making a greedy man like me

unable to help

but want to devour you whole

[something... unstated happens and he gradually calms down]

...Thank you

I really like this gift

[chuckles and kiss]

Give me a little more time,

Allow me, bit by bit,

to share it all with you.

[the bed creaks, followed by kisses as he continues into the second round]

[kissesandarsenic]

Greetings again Miss. I hope you're having a pleasant weekend.

The last task you gave me was...exhilarating, surprisingly 😳 I actually had to make contact with the flog a couple times so that I could really draw it out, as ordered. Thank you for allowing me to look at that picture of you 🥹

I know your time is in high demand and requesting multiple tasks from you is probably more than I deserve, but my mind keeps wandering back to the creativity of the tasks you design...if you can spare the time, may I have a task involving anal play? Even though my blog is full of it, I've never experienced it or even messed around with it on my own. I have a few different toys I could use if you wish, ranging from vibrating, ice, and electroplay sensations, to a standard dildo. Thank you for your consideration!

I'm having a lovely weekend, pet, I hope you are too!

I'm glad you enjoyed the task, it's always good to hear. Especially seeing you go out of your way to make it more uncomfortable for yourself. Maybe I'm more of a sadist than I thought, as the image of you purposefully shocking your poor balls for my amusement did make me smile.

You've waited a decent length of time before requesting a new one, pet and I'm happy to oblige you.

We're going to go slowly for you, honey. At least when it comes to insertion. No pain when you're doing it at first because it's very important that you be relaxed. So ceasing up by zapping your balls or nipples or whatever will be a hindrance.

Beforehand - don't eat right before, have a shower, wash your ass.

First you're going to jack off, do it however you normally would. I want three hard edges for you. If you go over, stop, and try again tomorrow. This is to make sure you're suitably aroused, which is important for what I'm trying to make you do.

You're going to need a generous amount of lube, to have trimmed nails or a toy that is as thick or only /slightly/ thicker than your index finger, a friend also suggested the end of a toothbrush.

Start by teasing your entrance, I'm sure you'll make some cute little noises in your state and your cheeks will be so flushed. Keep going anyway. Take your time with this step as it's important you feel good here. Five minutes minimum.

When you feel ready, you will gently insert your finger/toy inside yourself. Remember - Lots of Lube.

Your task is to find your prostate so you can become a good little anal loving slut for my amusement. It's about one to two inches inside next to the bladder. It's a small gland that swells the more aroused you get, hence why I want you to edge before starting. According to my friend, you'll know you've found it when where you're touching feels connected to the base of your cock. Also may feel like you need to pee.

Gently massage it, make yourself feel good. I would like you to attempt cumming while you're stimulating yourself and stroking your cock at the same time. If that is too much right now, stop, and you have permission to cum.

If you'd like a little extra, bonus task can be using those toys you suggested earlier (minus the electric play things) and rubbing them along your entrance. Do not put them inside, just imagine Miss is there teasing you with a fake cock she's about to plunge into your hole.

[smokeys-house]

Since the dawn of formalized armed combat there's been dudes selling their own brand of bullshit martial arts and marketing it as hidden or superior, like dueling treatises that involve the use and technique of various non weapons/uncommon "weapons," or like 80s VHS combat tutorials for divorced men with pent up aggression, it's not a new thing per se. But.

There's this guy I'm aware of who advertises "flexible tools" as superior EDC self defense. What does he mean by this? Well, to put it simply, a bit of rope with a metal bit at the end. Usually it's a round knob but lately he's been selling his little grappling hook doodads that are small enough to fit in your hand, and boy howdy some of the shit he claims they're good for truly boggles the mind.

Now, I'm no expert in the field of armed combat, but I am generally experienced and well versed in a variety of armed and unarmed combat. I know that sounds like tooting my own horn but really I'm just autistic about historical combat. Anyway there's a LOT of very good reasons why flexible weapons were never popular outside of a few small or strange examples, most of which are not... very clear on the use case scenario of such and are more given as a "wouldn't that be cool" type of example for displays of martial prowess.

Regardless, it does not take an expert to know that swinging a little metal C shape on the end of some paracord at an attacker is going to do little to nothing. Even if you confirm the hit, it's not buying you any distance or stopping power or giving you mechanical advantage over your opponent, and pain compliance is entirely reliant on whether or not you manage to somehow grappling hook a rib or something.

ALSO, consider that accessing or drawing a hook on a string from wherever you're keeping it is going to be near impossible to do in a combat scenario. Good luck and hope it doesn't get tangled lol also have fun unspooling it. He also shows off a few slashes with the lil hook before he's unspooled it to buy time but. Brother that is not how this works. That's getting you no where and maybe even getting u killed for escalating the situation with a weapon.

BEHOLD, THE ONLY ENEMY SUITABLE FOR FELLING USING A HOOK ON A STRING:

🐟 🐠 🎣 🐡

Do your research and training if you plan on carrying a weapon of any kind, don't trust social media self defense gurus.

[sweetbottletops]

Neat little interview with Arai Sumiko.

(Bad MTL below the cut. Especially note already nuanced love talk in the original language further removed by MTL)

── What was the idea for the story of two girls, Mitsuki and Aya?

I've always wanted to draw a story between girls. I also like the story of two people from opposite worlds with gaps, and I think that's where I came up with the idea. I love to draw, and I used to post things like two-page comics with no dialogue on social media from time to time. I thought that if there were no lines, it would be easier for people overseas to spread the word, and even if they didn't understand Japanese, they would enjoy it. One of them is the source of 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』.

──『気になってる人が男じゃなかった』 received a great response when it was announced, and now Arai's X has more than 1 million followers. Was the announcement on social media also due to the ease of communication overseas that you just mentioned?

I didn't think it would be like this, so I didn't think too much about it (laughs). I was very happy to be able to connect with people from overseas through SNS. There was a time when I lived abroad, so I feel that spending time in a completely different environment has made me who I am today. Perhaps, the number of stories between women in the world is not as large as that of love stories between men and women, or between men, so it may have been suitable for social media.

── Why did you want to depict the relationship between two girls?

I think the relationship between women is very intimate. That feeling when we got really close…… They wear matching clothes, listen to the same music, and spend hours together without talking. It's not like love, it's a love that has always been there. Isn't love over when you break up? I have a bit of a prejudice in me, and I want to draw something that transcends it. If we can be together even if we don't have a relationship title, I think that's love. I'm sorry, it's hard to understand.

── I've always longed for a relationship that can't be named, or a relationship where it's just two people, so I feel like I understand it.

We all have a lonely part and loneliness that we can't share with others. Especially when you're young, everyone has a lot of different feelings. However, I think that if I can create an existence that resonates with such a soft part of my heart, it will last a lifetime.

── How did you come up with the character of Mitsuki, who was thought to be mysterious older brother, but was a cool girl? It's completely my preference, but I love people who are women but can see the masculineness, so I created the character of Mitsuki from there. What if a sober girl actually has a tattoo? And such? I also wanted to depict her kindness. Mitsuki is unconscious, but she is naturally compassionate.

── Handsome and gentle, isn't it? As a way of depicting sexuality, the feeling that the existence of the person is affirmed as it is, including the fact that she is a woman, is conveyed from the drawing, and it is exciting.

Thank you. I'm happy because I'm particular about the shape of Mitsuki's slightly bony wrist line, fingers, and nails. There are parts of the picture in Volume 1 that make me think, "Wow" when I reread it now, but I did my best to make Mitsuki's expression when she tells Aya that she wants to be friends. From the time of the name, I drew a lot of facial expressions (laughs). I've improved a bit at drawing, so I've been drawing a lot lately, and I think I'm good at it a lot.

── It's a memorable scene where the two become friends at school.

I love the American TV drama "Glee" (a music-comedy-drama about a high school choir where minorities gather), and I grew up watching that show. I was moved by the story of a sparkling person who seems to have everything, but in fact has emotions that cannot be told to others, so I wanted to draw it myself. Aya has that element in it. Aya is feminine on the outside, but she is shy. When it comes to other people, she's the kind of girl with a lot of grit who confronts her with a "huh?"

── In the second volume, the individuality of each of them became more apparent.

Mitsuki hides herself at school, but the way she hides her personality is actually very attractive. It's fun to depict how talking to Aya brings out more and more of her true self at school.

──It's so nice to be the most yourself when you're with the people you love. Being able to be yourself means having confidence in yourself. By not worrying about what people think, you will be able to see what you care about and the right person for you. Like Mitsuki brought Aya closer. The person who is most saved by being dignified is yourself. That's why I want to value my own individuality, and I draw manga with the hope that I will be able to do so.

── Music is also an important element of this manga. It is colored in two colors, yellow-green and black, which are rare in manga, and when I first read it, I thought it was rock.

Actually, I chose yellow-green 15 minutes before the first episode was posted on social media (laughs). I didn't think it would go viral, and I thought it would be nice to have a rock feel and a slightly dangerous color, so I put it in on a whim. That Last Minute Decision (the last minute decision) may have been a good one.

── NIRVANA and other music are featured in the film, but what is Arai's own musical journey?

When I was little, I loved BECK's album "Guero" the most in the world, and I remember dancing to it at my father's office. That's where my love for rock music started. NIRVANA's music is exceptional, but I also sympathize with frontman Kurt Cobain's feminism and pushing the boundaries of gender. I was an only child, so I spent a lot of time alone, and I moved to a place where I didn't speak the language, so I feel like I was able to cultivate my imagination while filling in the silence with music.

──Even in 『気になってる人が男じゃなかった 』 the music connects the completely different worlds of Mitsuki and Aya and expands them even further.

Let's see. The last scene of Volume 2 is very memorable for me. Aya stops Mitsuki from getting off the pedestrian bridge that can be taken as a stage, but I think it's a friend, and I think it's love. There's also a love for the music that Mitsuki makes.

── "This song connects the world!!" I was also fascinated by the straight line. Is there anything you keep in mind when drawing music?

In my case, I'm completely self-satisfied and just put in the music I like, and I can't say anything admirable, but I think a lot about which songs go well with each scene. There are scenes made from music, and the scene where Aya and Mitsuki hold hands in Volume 2 came to mind when I was listening to The Shins.

──Official playlist But it's also fun to read while actually playing music.

I'm a little embarrassed because I choose it myself (laughs), but I'm happy. I didn't tell anyone, but the official playlist is trying to arrange the songs that Mitsuki and Aya each chose so that they alternate as much as possible. Of course, the flow of music is the most important priority.

──Knowing that changes the way you listen even more! I'm looking forward to seeing what the future holds for them. Thank you very much.

[x]

(Is she a Dianna Agron stan? This is the second connection after this earlier in the year. Also I think this Glee thing gives her an honorary Tumblr diploma too.)