#I can pull out the speed paint as proof ;-;

[losuliart]

Some self-indulgent Bill Cipher!

While I cannot do line art for the life of me, I can do… whatever this was. And yes, his design is CONSTANTLY changing for me ;-;

[kumkissed]

Your writing>>> I love the way you write slightly subby aot men, can I pretty please get some for Ony and Connie?

Tysm baby! Ask n u shall receive, I'm writing this before I sleep so it won't be the best sorry! 🫂

Adventures w Ony n Connie!

c/w: creampie, slight sub ony, slight sub connie, slight dom reader, ain't proof read, made w my love n affection,, consumption of aphrodisiac, PRAISE HEAVY

Ony!

Ony's been beating your shit in from behind the past 20 minutes, your face being flush to the sheets muffles the moans you're letting out. "Ma, lemme hear you please" you roll your eyes biting your lip to further silence your moans making him frown and whine. He reaches down pulling you to his chest, hoping it gives him more access to hear how's pleasuring you.

In return he only receives light grunts and slight moans here and there “Fuck…you feel so good.” He moans in your ear, your pussy tightening at the sound making you no longer able to keep your moans to yourself. “You’re making me f-feel so good pa keep going.” Ony bites his lip at your praise, eyes almost rolling back at the sound of your voice “Only I can do this ma, O-only me.”

He hugs you even closer, going deeper than before and it has you seeing straight stars. He’s leaving you a babbling mess, and he can’t help but grunt and moan at the sounds you’re making. “You’re soooo good for me Ony” you practically scream out (neighbors will b at ur door in the AM), it’s then Ony stills letting out a feral growl as he cums deep inside you. He continues to thrust until he’s too overstimulated, opting to stay deep inside.

"Ima be good just for you Ma I swear."

Connie!

You can recall how many times you and Connie have came now, after eating that aphrodisiac chocolate your homegirl gave you, you just wanna eat Connie (and his cum)all up. And that's exactly what you do. Riding him like never before, both you and him are overstimulated but you can't get enough. "That's e-ennghough mamita m'k?" He practically begs you, tattooed hands attempting to move you off of him get slapped away. You tilt your head with a frown sticking your bottom lip out "But Con... you said you would fill me until m' satisfied!"

He's nothing but flustered at your reaction. Even when he tries to stop himself he finds himself thrusting up into you, knocking the air out of you and filling you up with his warm speed once more. "I'll give you whatever, j-just take it all." Brown eyes interlock with silver ones before you lean down, sucking a mark onto his neck causing his eyes to roll back; indirectly causing a particularly harsh thrust.

You moan in sync with your lover, feeling your walls get painted once more has you in a frenzy "fuucckk con you're the best" you moan into his neck as you cum on his dick. In a daze, you've stopped riding him but he hasn't stopped thrusting. Slowly, you push yourself off of him; seeing those silver eyes look like they're begging for your appreciation, your admiration. But he's so deep it's leaving you breathless, your only option being to rub your body against his own. Your boyfriend is a sucker for physical attention, the action has him thrusting even faster, cumming in you again. By the look on his face y'all gone be here a minute.

"Am I satisfying you mamita?"

[byhees]

being called a petname for the first time.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read skinship petnames — more

a/n. requested and scheduled!

heeseung would have unknowingly overlooked it, his hand still reaching out to grab your phone for you; and it just hits him, right then and there. would freeze for a split second, his head whipping towards your direction— “w-wait, what did you call me?” he’d ask, unsure if he was starting to hear things; and when you do respond in confirmation, the nickname ‘baby’ rolling off your tongue, he’s sure he’s blushing— insists that you call him that from now on…

jay would gawk at you with widened eyes— his mind does an instant replay— your voice, and the way you called him ‘love’? they all have him melting on the spot; “oh..! uhm, yeah! of course”, he’d respond, hand reaching to pull his jacket off his shoulders— would drape the outerwear over your build, eyes still twinkling in remembrance of the way you blinked up to meet his gaze, the nickname slipping past your lips as though second nature…

jake would respond so theatrically— his jaw’s agape, his pretty eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets, and his head is whipped to face you; “pause.. did i hear a ‘babe’, or am i dreaming?” and you can imagine the sheer joviality painted all over his face when the little petname falls from your lips once more; “from today onwards, that’ll be my name, m’kay?” he’d ask, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his side…

sunghoon would be so flustered; it’s almost instant that his face flushes a shade of light pink, his head instinctively turning to the side to break the eye contact; “o-oh, i love you too, babe…!” he’d say, the tip of his ears reddening; would actually really like the cute little petname use— unknowingly slips a small ‘babe’ into his sentence a mere few minutes later…

sunoo would be gobsmacked, shocked, surprised— all the relevant descriptors; “huh..? are you talking to me..?” he’d point a finger at his chest, head cocking to the side; “of course, baby!” he’d hear you say, and in a brief moment, he’d break into the prettiest of smiles; won’t hesitate to reiterate just how much he loves this little petname, his eyes twinkling with a bright sheen…

jungwon would be taken aback, but in the most endearing of ways; his head would snap towards your direction in the speed of light, his lips slightly parted in surprise— did you just refer to him as ‘sweetheart’? because that’s single-handedly the cutest thing ever; his responses are practically jumbled-up stutters— “o-oh? oh..! yeah, of course! mhm..!” he’d reply, scrambling to clasp the two ends of your necklace for you; definitely recalls the sweet nickname moments later, his hands raising to cup his warm cheeks…

riki would be so, so shy; he’d grown accustomed to the sound of his name on your lips, so the appearance of a little ‘babe’ definitely catches him off guard— and it just sounds so natural, like it’d been meant to be; would bury his face in the crook of your neck, suddenly losing all confidence to meet your gaze; “o-oh okay.. uhm”, is all he’d get out, the corners of his lips subconsciously curving up in the wake of a smile; would hint at you to call him said nickname a little more often, liking the way it rolls off your tongue…

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[livelovezegras]

locker room shenanigans | j. hughes

p: "we're really going to fuck right here? what if somebody sees us?"

You shivered. The excitement of the game mixed with the chill of the ice. It was finally over though.

Your eyes found Jack as he came off the ice. He looked irritated like someone could tell how he had done just by his body language. It made your body heat up.

"Hey, bab-" Your words were cut off when he roughly grabbed your wrist. "What happened out there? You did great." Your encouragement only seemed to fuel Jack's rage.

He huffed in response. Jack's lips were on yours ferociously. You could hardly keep up, almost automatically letting him win his fight for dominance. Your hands snaked up and down his body, feeling the gear beneath his jersey. The kiss didn't end until you had to pull away for air.

"I need you. Now," Jack growled.

"We're in public, you know?"

He smirked. You didn't even need his response for you to follow him into the locker room. The blush on your face definitely was prevalent to everyone who saw you following Jack.

The moment you were in the room, he shoved you against the nearest wall.

"Please Jack," you whimpered. "We're really going to fuck right here? What if somebody sees us?"

"Don't worry your pretty head about it, dove. If any of the guys hear it they'll love it."

His fingers grasped your sweater, pulling it over your head. Jack's lips made contact with your neck, causing an embarrassing moan to escape your lips. "You're mine."

"Say it again. Please." Desperation filled your voice.

"You are mine, dove. All mine." He nipped at your shoulder. His hands traveled down your body, one hand reaching the waistband of your panties while the other unclasped your bra. "Goddamn. You're fucking soaked. Now I'm going to fuck you against this wall. Until you can't remember your own name. Until everyone can hear you in this fucking arena."

You tugged your pants down to your ankles, kicking them off. Grasping at his jersey, you helped him undress. Clothes were flung everywhere, everything sloppy.

"Please, I need you now. From seeing you- fuck.. Come off the ice.. How pissed off you were.. How rough." Your hands made their way up to the base of his neck and into his hair. "I need you to fucking ruin me, Jack."

"Glad we're on the same page, dove. I need you to know that I am going to be the only man on your mind. In your mind. In your mouth. In this drenched pussy." Jack chuckled as his he spun you around, pressing your body into the concrete. "You're going to let me fuck my anger out onto this tight hole and I won't hear any complaints. If I hear even one, then we will have an audience."

You squealed as his cock rubbed against your cunt. One quick stroke and he was balls deep inside. A small scream left you.

Jack was hitting spots you never knew existed. Maybe it was his anger or his proof of ownership. His tip pounded into your cervix as his pace increased.

Your hands gripped the wall, palms full of little bumps. Everything was already so much; your moans sounded like a prayer.

"Please, I want you to cum inside me."

"You like my cock that much, hm? It sounds like I'm a goddamn brothel, baby." His pace quickened. Jack's hand went into your hair, pulling sharply.

You screamed, the sensation making you rub your clit. You matched his thrusts, speeding up slightly. Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, forcing your eyes to shut. Your cunt tightened, causing Jack's orgasm to come right behind yours.

"Fuck- fuck. Jack, 'm coming. Oh my god."

"Thats a good girl. Cum for me. I'm about to paint this pretty body with my cum." As he said that, he came deep inside you.

"Do you think they heard us?"

Your eyes couldn't leave Jack's. "Yes, we did. Sounded pretty, Y/N."

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[cathers-world]

Wilbur overstimulating his s/o over and over again before fucking them and breeding them while being possessively degrading and praising them.

"Such a little pretty whore warped tightly around my dick. MY pretty whore"

"Gonna fill you up so good. Paint your insides and have you as my dumb little cum slut"

Your favorite part

You and Wilbur had been about with his friends for the day and you are just an overall nice person,but will didn’t like how you were talking with his friends laughing at there stupid jokes, slapping there arm in a playful way. He new you didn’t mean it but still it got to him

When you went home you noticed will was off

“You ok babe?”

Will looks at you angrily “no” he pushes you up against the wall “your such a slut huh?!” “Ya Like the attention?!”

With a confused look you tilt your head

“Don’t give me that look” will snares dragging you to the bedroom

“You wanna be a slut you can be a slut for me” pushing you on the bed

He rips your white pantyhose and panties

“Will!”

“Your fine I’ll buy you more”

Will reaches in the nightstand and pulls out a light pink vibrator turning it on and shoving it onto your clit with no warning

“Holy- shit” you barley moan out

That makes wills confidence go 📈 so he puts the vibrador on full speed

“Will- I need to cum!” You yell

“Go ahead doll” he says smugly

After your orgasm he doesn’t stop he keeps going torturing your cunt

After your 5th orgasm he finally stops

“Thank god” you whispered relived

“Oh we’re not done love, you haven’t even came on my cock” he pouts

Will takes off his belt and pants. Stroking his cock he lines it up with your sore hole putting you in a mating position and slides in

He gives you no time to adjust and starts pounding into you “WILL!” You shout with tears going down your face

“Aw doll is my cock to much?” He mocks

You nod hearing the skin slapping

“But your pussy seems to love it doll face” he says lovingly with a sinister under tone “do you want my cum doll do you want me to fill you up just how you like it?”

With wide eyes you nod violently only relaxing as you feel his warm cum paint your walls, your favorite part

Will only pulls out when he knows he’s finished fully wanting to give you all he has

When will looks down he sees your cute little face all fucked out

“My little cum slut” he whispered in your ear

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Heheheehe this wasn’t proof read but I loved this ask:)

[mothfables]

♡ Bunny Flops ♡ - Part Three

Here we are at the end! I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it <3

The third time it happens, they’ve found themselves in the Veteran’s home era. Several hours of walking mixed with dodging knights (making Sky and Warriors scowl) later and everyone is all too eager to crash at Legend’s house with its’ numerous soft blankets and pillows that the Vet insists he has no use for but keeps around anyway. Warriors teases him for being a hoarder but they all know how soft the seasoned hero is inside.

(Warriors also has the suspicion it also helps with Legend’s chronic pain and bad joints, but Legend would literally rather be hit over the head with a moblin club than admit such a thing. That’s fine. He’ll just ask Ravio.)

Finally, the house is in sight and Legend speeds up as much as his aching joints will allow. He can’t wait to see his orchard and his garden, to coo to Sheerow and talk with Ravio, to lay in his own bed and drink his own tea, to get up when he wants and not some ungodly hour of the morning, and and and-

And the door is opening and Ravio is there, dark curls catching the afternoon sun as he turns to see who’s coming up the road. Legend’s speedwalk turns into a half-hop, half-jog as he hurries towards his partner. Ravio gives a shout of delighted surprise and copies him.

(Legend is sure it must look very odd, to anyone who isn’t them, but they’ve always done this - since they first began to like each other as people, since they became actual friends, since they agreed to be partners, not just best friends.)

Ravi likes to joke that it’s just another bit of proof they’re each other’s mirror. ‘Rabbits in a burrow,’ he’d tease as Legend pouted.

Then Ravio is reaching for him, checking him over and tutting as he notices the newest accumulation of injuries and overall exhaustion. Legend simply leans into him, relishing in the sensation of his partner’s care. After a moment he jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the group still coming up the road behind him.

“Got room for eight more, Rav?” He smirks tiredly. Ravio titters, gently taking his arm and waving to the Chain as they make their way towards the couple.

“We’ll just be inside! You know where things are; make yourselves at home,” he calls. Then, more quietly, “Come on, bunny. Let’s get you off your feet, yeah?” Legend gives a token grumble for the show of it but follows Ravio’s lead as his partner tugs him through the door and into the house.

Once inside, Ravio leads him over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace, waiting until Legend lowers himself into it before busying himself with lighting the fire and setting their beat-up old kettle on the stove. He pulls down Legend’s favourite mug: a slightly misshapen thing painted with apple blossoms. It had been a gift, given to him years ago, and something he treasures to this day. As the water boils, Ravio comes back over to check on his partner. Legend greets him with a tired smile before glancing at the fire, then at Ravio, hoping he’ll get the hint. He does; giving a dramatic sigh, the merchant gathers an armful of pillows and blankets and arranges them into a small - but cozy - nest before the fire.

The kettle whistles and Ravio scurries back to the kitchen, leaving Legend to drag himself out of the chair with a drawn-out groan. His limbs shake from the effort but before he can collapse Sky swoops over and catches him. The other hero helps him stumble over to the nest and down into it, then not-unkindly swats his hands away from where they fumble at the laces of his boots.

Once his boots are off Legend moves to get comfortable, rearranging the blankets to his liking as he scoots closer to the fire. At the same time, the rest of the Chain scatter around the living room as they finish settling in. Sky and Warriors sit near the nest, sharing a smile when their tired younger brother accepts their presence with nothing more than a glance and a roll of his eyes.

It doesn’t take long before Ravio reappears from the kitchen with a now-steaming mug in his hands. He hands it to Legend - making sure the other boy can hold it without trouble - before circling the nest a few times. He fluffs pillows and readjusts blankets before giving a happy hum and toes off his shoes to join Legend in the center of it.

Legend immediately leans into him, giving a contented hum of his own at the extra warmth. Ravio presses a kiss to his hair and the Vet’s eyes slip shut. “Ah ah, drink your tea first, love,” Ravio chides. Legend gives a tired whine, the sound pulling on Sky’s heartstrings. “I know, but it’ll help your joints. Come on, bunny, no falling asleep just yet.” Legend huffs grumpily at the order but complies.

Sky can see the stress and exhaustion leaving his little brother’s body as he sips at his tea. As he drinks, his eyes droop and he leans more and more heavily into Ravio. For his part, the merchant bears the added weight with ease, as if this is something that’s happened many times before. Sky gets the feeling it has.

His ear flicks at the sound of Wind’s pictobox. He turns to shoot a Look at the Sailor, who has the grace to look sheepish at his actions. (Sky will be getting a copy of that picture later, but now is not the time. He doesn’t want Legend getting embarrassed and forcing his aching joints to move because of it.) Luckily, the Vet doesn’t seem to notice. He’s done with his tea by now, barely holding onto his mug as he inches closer to sleep with every second.

Ravio reaches to grab it but Wars beats him to it. Gently taking the cup from limp hands, he gives the merchant a warm smile. “I’ll take care of it, you just let him sleep, yeah?” After a moment Ravio nods before turning back to the sleepy hero on his shoulder, leaving Warriors to stand and make his way to the kitchen unimpeded. He glances at the mug in his hands as he walks; it’s a simple thing that’s easy to hold and decorated in lovely pink blossoms. Apple blossoms, if he remembers correctly. It’s something that’s obviously been used and loved for a long time. The thought brings a smile to his face.

Returning to the living room, Wars is just in time to see Legend sliding off of Ravio’s shoulder to land face first in the mass of blankets, where he squirms for a moment to get comfortable before relaxing again. Ravio gives a fond sigh, slipping off the hero’s hat and placing it to the side to press a kiss to strawberry-blonde locks.

Legend purrs quietly at the action, and Ravio’s cheeks glow softly in the firelight as he beams. Turning to Sky, he whispers, amazed and proud, “Link almost never lets himself get so relaxed. He must really trust you.”

And if that doesn’t hit Sky like a shock arrow to the heart. From the sudden intakes of breath and muffled sniffling behind him, he’s not alone.

Warriors retakes his seat beside Sky with a thump. “We will do our utmost best to continue to deserve that trust,” he swears solemnly, and Sky catches the glisten in his eye. Ravio glances at him, startled, before catching his gaze, suddenly serious. The Captain holds it calmly. For a moment neither moves before the merchant nods and looks away.

Sky lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

The matter settled, Ravio stretches his arms over his head with a sudden jaw-cracking yawn. He adjusts the blankets around them one final time before curling over- no, on top of his partner. Legend’s purring gets marginally louder at that; after a moment a second, deeper one joins in. A few minutes later both boys are fully relaxed, comfortable and warm and appearing near-boneless as they fall asleep curled up together.

The house is warm, and safe, and Sky lets himself drift off in the knowledge that his brothers are right where they need to be.

Click! goes the sound of Wind’s pictobox.

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[beevean]

A theory I've read more than once is that this one frame of Lenore entering Hector's cell for the second time is proof that she is not actually enjoying what she has to do:

The wiki describes it as such: "Lenore has a sad expression when entering the dungeon to visit Hector the second time."

Also this, from a comment I found:

Like for example when she goes to meet Hector the second time, you can see sadness on her face when she is walking alone in the dungeon, but as soon as she approaches Hector she puts on a smile. I.e. may be she already knew she had to use the ring at that point and felt bad about it but didn't want Hector to realize that. A lot of such small animation details really provide a glimpse into what the explicit writing was lacking.

(edit: turns out that they were the same person)

Okay.

First things first: I doubt she has the ring in mind already. It's hard to tell because Lenore pulls it out of her ass with zero foreshadowing whatsoever, but with the way it was framed, the ring was likely a direct response to Striga's idea of buying mercenaries to make Hector unnecessary, which comes later into the story: Lenore even uses the information she eavesdropped from Striga as a way to lie to Hector about her loyalty to the sisters. In theory it makes sense, because Hector needs to be reliable to be allowed to live, but the ring is... a very poor solution the more you think about it, even if you ignore how S4 neutered it, because it only addresses one of the many logistic problems that come with forcing Hector to make an army of Night Creatures, and it's not the dead bodies/living livestock paradox. And going with the story, it's unlikely Lenore was already thinking of raping the ring into Hector: why would the sisters be amazed at her plan if they were the ones suggesting her to speed up things? And if Lenore came up with it, why would she be remorseful at her own idea? Did she have so little faith in her own manipulating skills that she already felt that she had no choice but to use "brute force", after one understandable incident? Then why even bother interrogating him to understand his motivations and needs? Just skip straight to the sexual molestation to make him believe she likes him. As I pointed out, that interrogation was not for the sake of painting herself as particularly caring: she was collecting intel, intel that she wouldn't need if her plan was already tricking Hector into slavery via a magic ring.

Second: that expression honestly doesn't look sad to me. I would be willing to give the interpretation some credit, because she's looking downwards which can be a sign of sadness, but after that one frame, she switches to this expression:

Now she looks mildly pissy, like the idea of talking to Hector is just soooooo annoying, ugh. She even has the sassy cocked eyebrow lmao.

Of course that can't be it, so I propose the most obvious interpretation: she's serious and deep in thought. That is because their first encounter ended up disastrously: Hector assaulted Lenore with the intent of threatening her, which pissed her off, and she assaulted Hector by beating him to an inch of his life, which is not the best way to win a pet's trust. So she's most likely thinking the best way to approach him again.

And I'll even praise a small detail: the first time Lenore fed Hector, she made him crawl towards her to eat from her hand. The second time, however, she tosses an apple to his feet. Both gestures are demeaning, but after that incident she seems to be more cautious towards him, and being more careful into manipulating him. I'm honestly surprised that her final solution is stupid as fuck when she can be intelligent when she wants to. real reason she's hector's soulmate: both of them have braincells like christmas tree lights :V

Third: oh, do you want to talk about explicit writing?

These are not freeze frame bonuses. The scene lingers on this expression on Lenore's face as Hector is screaming in pain over the ring she put on him.

So, you're willing to believe Lenore didn't want to use the ring but felt forced to because in one frame she has an expression that mildly looks displeased... but somehow you ignore this blatantly sadistic reaction? This screams, at the very least, "haha, sucker, I've won"; but add to this that Hector is visibly and audibly in pain, shocked and scared at the curse overtaking his body during a vulnerable moment...

This ties well with how she beat Hector to a pulp not just out of self-defense, but because she wanted to feel strong and powerful when surrounded by people who underestimate her - the writing might imply that she was offended that Hector too saw her as vulnerable and stupid, but she was explicitly laughing and mocking him while showing off her strength (a strength she doesn't display when, say, Isaac enters her cage: he easily intimidates her). You might read the implication that Lenore spoke about Hector so disgustingly to the sisters to be taken seriously as a vampire mistress and didn't actually want to dehumanize him, but explicitly, even ignoring the forced pet play that showed she had fun treating him like a dog, she reduced him to a "problem to be solved" when complaining about her woes, and when she could have apologized or explained herself she minimized or doubled down on the harm she caused, never once expressing any remorse or doing anything worthwile to make up for it (like, for example, talking about the ring and how it's a shame Hector is only there because he has no choice because she feels they'd be good friends without it: that would imply guilt).

In fact, going back to the moment when Lenore decides to use the ring, it is far more likely that it was in response to this part of the conversation Lenore has eavesdropped:

Striga: We can possibly push east as far as Lake Balaton before I run out of soldiers, but that exposes our Western border. Morana: Sleep. Striga: We can't do it without Lenore turning the forgemaster, and she's just taking him out for fucking walkies. Morana: She will land him. Striga: It's going to have to be soon.

Considering that it's shown that Lenore highly resents being seen as a stupid animal lover, it's far easier to think that this is when she got pissy and decided to use a quicker method, even if it destroyed all the hard manipulation work she had done.

One frame might paint her as a reluctant villain only trying to make everyone happy and being stuck between a rock and a hard place, but multiple scenes paint her as a vile bully and abuser who enjoys feeling in power and control, whether she uses kindness or harm to achieve her goal.

I'm sorry, subtext can absolutely enrich the understanding of a story or character, but not when it actively contradicts the text.

Do you want my personal example? I'll play the same game of overanalyzing expressions. When Isaac attacks the castle, Lenore goes to rescue Hector first thing, instead of checking on Carmilla. For one moment, she even looks torn on where to go:

I will praise this moment: this shows her concern for him quite nicely and that she believes his safety is the first priority, without having to spell it out - no declataration of love, no "you're too important to me", the action speaks for itself. However, there is also her reaction when Hector severs his finger to get rid of the ring, after he explains that "command and control flows through [him] to Lenore here and to her friends":

It could be simple disgust because, well, there's a severed finger and pools of blood lying near her. But I also see what the commenter saw in that frame in S3: sadness. Defeat. Lenore has lost control of the Night Creatures. She can't do anything to protect Carmilla and the castle. And she has lost control of Hector, who has gone behind her back and is protecting her at the expense of her sisters and home: he may chose to stay with her, but he also gave Isaac all the tools he needs to destroy her life. She's powerless. Everything she has worked for went up in smokes and was pointless. Which, as it was shown and told, greatly bothers her. (this is also why I believe her suicide makes sense for her state of being, an opinion apparently not shared by her fans)

I see all of this encapsulated into that expression that mixes disgust, concern and quiet, horrified realization: and it's also fully backed up by the context.

This leads to the message I keep insisting on and which is something that more people need to learn, and the reason I keep eviscerating this character because the writing and the fandom piss me off something fierce: abusers can care about you. They can care about your safety and well being, they can want what (they think) it's best for you. What makes them abusers is that they place more importance on their own need of control. Lenore wanting to save Hector because she pitied him, has grown close to him and eventually finds in him someone who listens to her doesn't at all erase in the slightest all the harm she has caused him: which, I reiterate, includes lying to him and taking advantage of his feelings and need for love to trick him into sex with the objective of placing a slave ring on him, and enjoying his suffering when she won - and when Hector called her out on this, her response was "SHUSH, YOU WERE HAVING FUN".

At the end of the day, she has never stopped behaving like a vampire, a creature whose definition of love is "acting to keep something with you for as long as you can". Even in her most wholesome scenes, like this one or the one where she pleads for more of Carmilla's patience, it's easy to see at the core of it all a need to control the situation and people involved, and reluctance to admit her needless cruelty. This is nuance, not "she's actually good deep down, pls ignore all the sexual abuse because it was for Hector's own good 🥺".

On one hand, it's true that when you do character analyses, you will always be biased, because you come in with your ideas and preconceptions. I am biased too, of course, you can tell. On the other, it's dishonest to cling only onto the most convenient hidden details to look like you have fully understood the text, when you dismiss the most obvious ones that are so obvious you have to actively try to.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

So when an Elemental Master enters NRG Mode, their body is essentially made of their element (like Nya merging with the sea in Seabound). How exactly does that work/look like with more "incorporeal" elements like Speed, Mind, Form, Sound, Time, Gravity and Surprise?? Would, for example, Chamille be a purple ooze that's constantly changing shape, or Jacob be made of soundwaves? Would Neuro be straight up made entirely out of neuron cells??? (Please tell me Krux and Acronix would turn into clocks lmao)

Master Lloyd tells us a lot of stories about those who have tried to attain the highest honor an Elemental Master can achieve—becoming one with their Element. He speaks of all the sacrifices that comes with surrendering oneself to the other side of themselves, and the inner strength required to pull oneself out of it. I can see how such a feat would be admirable, and why he'd want to aspire us to at least one day try.

He speaks proudly of his friends—of how Zane came to learn he could incite an ice age at a moment's notice, of how Kai found he could render the world ablaze should he so wish, how Jay could simply laugh and crack up a lightning storm that would power all the cities forever, how Cole's heartbeat could be tuned to the unbreakable churn of the earth itself, and of how Nya once gave everything she had to become the entire ocean itself, saving us all in a time before I wasn't even around to remember...

And yet, not all of his stories are painted as success stories.

Master Lloyd never says who they are—were?—but he mentions the other Elemental Masters from time to time, and of how the Merge enticed them to try to master their NRG Modes too. Knowing that Elemental Powers were seemingly the only way to seal the rifts, I suppose I could understand why.

He never goes into specifics—never tells us where these supposed others are now—but with a fond, distant look in his eyes, he tells us to pay very close attention to the things in life that often go unseen; for not every Element is so obvious as a strike of lightning, a crack in the earth, the frigidness of ice, the burn of fire, and the once endlessness of the ocean...

He tells us to feel the pull of gravity keeping us anchored to the ground, acting as an invisible safety net. He tells us to be mindful of the shadows cast across the expanse of the ground, each of them reaching out to give us shelter and shade in spades, and a break from the otherwise warm and welcoming guiding light. He tells us to track each and every tick tock of the clocks providing the proof of time, to remind us that yes, we are marching forward in our lives...

He tells us to remember the rush that flows through us whenever we run as fast as we can, speeding through the fields as the whipping winds makes our hair dance in the wake. He tells us to watch for shifting things that try to trick our eyes and ears, for the form we all take on can change at a moment's notice, and we've never know. He tells us to keep an ear aimed upwards as well, to catch all the simple sounds that would be ephemerally missed were we more focused on just the sights.

He gestures to where his incense burns before the portrait of his uncle. He wafts a hand through the resulting smoke, telling us to observe as it floats and flits out of shape with the barest breeze in the near-epitome of freedom. He warns us not to lean too close; to not breathe it in, for while it isn't poison, it still has the potency to disorient us, even if just for a moment.

He then takes my hand and brushes it along his garden of amber-colored flowers, each bloom of nature popping open to greet me as my fingers glide along the leaves and petals. The plants stay protected though confined in a metal box—while cold and unwelcoming to the touch, it is sturdy, supportive, and unyielding. It is a small observation, but one I keep in mind—and he tells us that even thoughts have a shape and a presence, though that presence remains unknown to anyone else.

Master Lloyd then turns to me, an ache in his eyes, as if searching for something long gone and lost, before sighing. His hands tremble as they continue to support mine, and he speaks of perhaps the most invisible element of all—one that's often forgotten, or taken for granted...but is eternally the hardest to anticipate.

His voice quivers as he tells us to watch for the way one's eyes light up upon being presented with a gift, of the embarrassed chuckles that tumbles from one's lips upon being greeted unexpectedly; of the thrill of seeing a loved one enter a room, the delight of finding something rare in a grocery store, the charm of getting to look up at a starry night sky for the first time... He also tells us to be understanding when one cries at the deliverance of bad news, or the confrontation of a sudden, horrid realization...when things hit their worst and no one ever seems to be prepared for it.

He becomes determined now, telling us to pay attention to all the things we take for granted, for their existence in and of themselves is a miracle to behold, whether as ordinarily extraordinary as the sun rising once again or as unfathomable as the fact that we exist at all, for a surprise is still a surprise, even when it is no longer perceived as such.

My own eyes sparkle at the thought of that.

He lets me go and returns to addressing us all as one, telling us that it's in all the little things that life truly thrives. And though we cannot always see those other elements, as long as we can sense them, and know when they are there...we can maintain our connections with such things, no matter how far apart we actually are.

I know he must speak from experience. He tells us that it is a lesson imparted unto him from his uncle. And a bit of pride is sprinkled at the end of his words.

I then ask Lloyd if he's ever been in NRG Mode himself, because I wonder what it must be like, to sense everything all at once, to the point that it must feel like nothing at all... To be nothing more than the energy that runs through all things; to feel and know every connection with every other element, with every other life that roams the world...

To be limitless, to be unparalleled, to be infinite, to be life itself...

But Lloyd stares at me strangely, as if he's already given me that answer. It makes me feel like I've missed some kind of important point, and I scowl, asking again. He grows quiet, for once, and I'm lead to believe that he's not going to tell me.

Until he actually says,

"...If you've ever truly lived..."

Lloyd tilts his head back, staring aimlessly up at the skies above the monastery with shimmering green-gold eyes.

"...then you already know."

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Thievery can lead to grand romance

In which Romeo needs an excuse to have karma over and Olivia+Haru needs a well deserved pampering.

Once again I am overworked and wrote some kind of fluff here idek🙋‍♂️

Romeo x Karma (pre-established?if that’s what you’ll call them?)

Olivia x Haru (pre-established)

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How to kidnap the PB’s BB sister.

Step one:

The BB is a CLTHD(creature leading to her own doom) ‘kidnap’ after she’s gone through three ANs in a row.

Step two:

Ensure Kaito sees and goes running to PB.

Step three:

Profit

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It was fool proof really, an ingenius plan that couldn’t be foiled…

Until it did.

Romeo watched humourlessly as Haru wrapped an arm around Olivia protectively as he attempted to glare down at Romeo and his minions. He sighed dramatically as he approached them, Olivia smiled kindly at him waving as Haru forced a strained smile on himself when Olivia looked up at him.

“What brings you here Romulus?”

Causal and cool as she leaned tiredly against Haru, Romeo wrinkled his nose at the nickname as he huffed crossing his arms in annoyance.

“I need you to come with me-and it’s fico you know this BB.”

She rolled her eyes as she gently wiggled out of Haru’s hold, much to his disappointment as he frowned at the two, pouting at the loss of Olivia and the potential chaos that was about to occur, Taiga had kidnapped peekaboo recently and they only just got him back, he didn’t want them to turn to Olivia now that they know she’s going to turn into a anomaly.

Romeo paused sighing even more dramatically as he dropped his shoulders and gestured for Haru to come too.

“I guess you can come with too.”

He signed for his minions to surround them as they escorted the three to Romeo’s office, the whole exchange being half caught by a horrified Luca and Kaito, who didn’t hear a word but saw the apparent act of kidnapping and Kaito immediately panicked.

Luca was going to call Jin, but was stopped with Kaito’s stumbling hands as he pulled out his own phone, speeding dialling Karma at lightening speed.

“Oh? You have him on speed dial?”

Luca questioned eyes wide in surprise.

“SHUT UP- no not you ahahahhahaha-“

Kaito red faced as he held the phone shakily to his ear.

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“Your brother is an idiot.”

Romeo huffed out as he peeled a cucumber slice off of one of his eyes glancing to the now overly relaxed Olivia who in turn lifted her own cackling at Romeo’s proclamation.

“You could say that again Romi-what’d he do to get on your shitlist?”

Olivia sighed looking at the colour the manicurist was painting, an extremely hot red colour and grinned as she leaned down to show Haru, who was nearly passed out getting a back massage as he practically melted into the chair. He let out a murmur of approval as Olivia giggled the wine and exhaustion getting to her, Romeo rolled his eyes as his took a sip of his own wine in feign annoyance, hiding the small smile behind his cup as he watched the two.

“You’ll crack your face mask BB.”

Romeo let out another sigh checking the timer, they still have five minutes till they can wash it off. Olivia leaned back over to him grabbing her own wine with her free hand, letting out a squeak as the manicurist starting massaging her hands, she took a big gulp of wine before turning to him.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Romeo clicked his tongue as he swirled his drink, before downing it all in one gulp, slamming the glass down before checking how much work the manicurists had left to do before gesturing to one of his minions for his glass to be filled.

They all seemed startled at the sight before them, the captain of Jabberwock getting a deep tissue massage with only one glove on? And not much of anything else besides his boxers, insisting on receiving a robe much like Olivia’s.The inspector of Darkwick and who was currently in a dark red velvet robe with stars and pythons embroidered into the arms and back, her hair had been washed and styled into loose curls and she was one bottle of wine deep as her and Romeo sat side by side getting their nails done and face masks. Romeo was in a matching black robe and he was definitely at least two bottles of wine in and showing it, a light blush on his face as he also had his hair styled.

“He couldn’t CAH, so I had to take matters into MOH.”

Olivia deciphered it to be catch a hint and my own hands, nodding in agreement as if he had said some sagely decree.

“Rommmmi~how is kidnapping and spoiling us gonna get Karmy to like you-wowza.”

Romeo deadpanned as he looked over at the slurring Haru, who was gripping onto the sides of the chair as the masseuse decided his back needed the deepest of deep massages.

“No see Ru that’s where it’s quite ingenius, karma would go anywhere I go~especially if I’m in dang- but wait why are you treating us if this is a kidnapping?”

She tilted her head in confusion her tired brain gears finally working as she realised how much he’s spoiled them this evening. She gazed at him with her deep amber eyes, like a rescued puppy thanking its saviour. He couldve had them just wait around or lock them in that weird cage…? But to spoil them like this? Especially if it was to just get her brothers attention, it was strange.

“You looked tired…how could I let a BB like you-who’s associated with our House, go out like that.”

He wrinkled his nose at the thought, the girl had dirty hair and bags the size of his LV ones. How would it look to Karma if he locked a potential partner fwb’s sister away with her dorky boyfriend.

“Orrrrr…. You want Karma to like you~ and see you in a better light~ that’s so cute Romi.”

Her singing teasing voice cut through as she saw through his clearly false reason, gleefully squealing at how cute Romeo was apparently being, causing the young man to burst into a bright red blush as he downed another glass almost cracking it from the grip of his hold.

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The manicurist finished and promptly cleared the area and the beautician came forward and started gently exfoliating Olivia and Romeo’s mask off. Haru was crashing out hard as the Masseuse finished up, light snores could be heard from the red head as Olivia giggled brushing a hand through his hair in a gesture of affection.

“Well either way he’ll finally come here and you two can sort out this weird tango…as long as I don’t have to be there to watch~that is my baby brother after all.”

Romeo sat up a bit straighter as he cautiously glanced at Olivia, who was preening at her freshly rejuvenated face, rubbing her hands against her face happily as her skin felt the smoothest it had in a very long time.

“Tango?”

Romeo mumbled out, is that what Karma calls it? They first met at Rui’s bar, the painter needing a drink and a corner table to complete his latest masterpiece. Romeo took notice of him immediately, he was tall, slightly muscular in a lean way with a multitude of piercings, white hair that framed his face perfectly and bright amber eyes that twinkled with mischief. He was wearing a loose white jumper covered in an array of paint splatter and was smoking a cigarette as he concentrated on his latest piece, Romeo sat across from him watching him for a while as he sipped his wine, enjoying the view as Rui and Haru chatted away in the background.

Karma looked up after a while taking a sip of his drink as he glared at Romeo, sharp eyes and a sharper tongue as he snapped at the man, what he said Romeo can’t recall as he could’ve sworn he swooned on the spot at the fire burning in his eyes and couldn’t resist flirting with him on the spot, surprised at how swiftly Karma changed gears as he checked Romeo out and returned the gesture. The two getting into a rhythm as they met every couple of nights in the bar, flirting and chatting as a natural flow blossomed between the two.

Romeo started dropping hints this past week inviting him to paint for the casino, inviting him for dinner-for a spa treatment-for a night cap and even to see his secret room; something that was rejected every single time, under the excuse of him working on a special project. Romeo wasn’t one who could just give up something so easily, trying this plan under the rotten advice of Rui and Haru on one of their drunken nights.

Romeo sighed shaking his head as he tried to remove the week of rejection from his mind, slowly getting up and slightly stumbling as the wine quickly caught up to him.

“Bring the orange one.”

He snapped his fingers at one of his minions, who quickly scurried off, he turned to a sleeping Haru and did the deepest of sighs as he leaned down to face him snapping his fingers in front of his face in order to wake him up.

“Oi BB wake up your boyfriend, idht for this half naked idiot crashing out in my room.”

The minion came back as Olivia quickly downed her drink once again, slipping off her chair and sitting on her knees as she gently stroked Haru’s face, she traced around his face as he twitched in his sleep.

“Ru…you’ve gotta wake up.”

He let out a small whine before leaning into her touch, letting out a huff of annoyance at the wake up call.

“There’s a robe here for you.”

He shot up like lightening, tiredly wiping at his eyes as he gazed hopefully at Romeo who smirked as he presented the fluffy fluorescent orange robe, something Haru happily took as he wrapped it around him snuggling happily into his new robe.

Karma still hadn’t shown up and it’s currently been over three hours, Romeo sat leaning against his throne like chair as he debated his next move.

Olivia helped Haru up and guided him to the sofa in an attempt to find him somewhere comfier to rest, he immediately collapsed against it as his whole body felt warm and jellylike as tiredness fogged his brain. He pulled Olivia with him causing her to land on top of him with a loud oomph, she didn’t seem to mind either too tipsy or exhausted herself as she pulled herself up a bit and nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, sighing happily as she rest one hand on his chest and the other gently brushing the side of his head.

Haru used his glove hand to cover his eyes so the light doesn’t bother him too much and with the other he dragged his fingertips up and down Olivia’s back as they slowly fell back asleep.

Romeo frowned taking a photo and sending it to Karma.

‘Look what happens when you take too long.’

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Karma was nearly finished.

He got the call from Kaito hours ago but he wasn’t too worried about the apparent kidnapping. Olivia doesn’t let shit slide and he doubts Haru would ever let anything happen to her and most of all he trusted Romeo enough to know he wouldn’t do something that’d damage their growing relationship.

All it took was a couple more brush strokes and he was finally done, he still needed to varnish the painting but he could still at least present it. Thank the gods that there was the anomalous based spray that quickly dries paintings, too bad tho they didn’t have a varnish version…maybe he could ask Jiro if he could fix something up.

He wrapped the painting in wax paper and then wrapped bubble wrap around it before quickly exiting his room and making his way to sinostra.

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Romeo was stupid, a moron, an idiot.

That stupid SOB didn’t even turn up to save the BB; who was now cuddled and smooshed into the side of the sofa, Haru clinging to her like a koala bear as the two slept the night away.

He was maybe four bottles in, ready to get to his room and plan a way to hunt down the PB without the BB getting mad.

Not that it mattered if she did get mad.

He dismissed his minions a while ago, the manicurist and beauticians long gone.

It was just him and two sleeping idiots.

That was until the door slowly opened and a white head of hair poked through the door. Glancing around the room spotting his sister and Haru and frowning at how close the two were, his frown slipping away as soon as he landed eyes on Romeo who scowled at him.

“You’ll crack that pretty face of yours RoRo~”

He stepped into the room holding a suspicious package as he sauntered up to Romeo, gently placing the package onto his lap as the scowl deepened.

Romeo sighed as he glanced up and looked back down at the package, slowly and clumsily unwrapping the layers of protection before he finally caught a glimpse of something truly beautiful.

He quickly unwrapped the rest of it throwing it to the side as he stared wide eyed at the piece of art.

A purple starry sky that stretches for miles on end, light clouds littered throughout as the scenery of his hometown shone beneath it, his favourite flowers littered around, there was a tiny scorpion hidden in the corner of the painting and Romeo couldn’t help ghosting his thumb over it, startled and overwhelmed as he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

The room was filled with silence as Karma watched sheepishly as Romeo soaked into the sight.

“…I still need to varnish it but this is why I couldn’t meet up.”

Romeo’s breath hitched as he nodded in understanding, wine stain lips gaped as he gently stood up and placed the painting on his chair, trying to be as delicate as possible in order to protect it.

Karma stood sheepishly as Romeo stumbled towards him, cheeks dusted pink as he glanced up at his painter.

“You did that for me.”

Karma nodded as he brought a hand up to Romeo’s face, who couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch, he could feel the remnants of dry paint as karma rubbed soothing circles against Romeo’s cheek.

“I did it for you, but hmm~ your eyes are still prettier than anything I could paint, how annoying.”

Romeo scoffed as the room become too much to stand in, the wine catching up to him quickly as his head filled with warmth or was it the gentle words drumming from the I way into his heart as his face went bright red. He didn’t know if it was being around karma or the wine but the room was dizzying to be in, he gripped onto Karma’s jumper to help anchor him, this time it was a black jumper covered in purple paint as he used all his strength to keep himself upright.

His face was burning red as he attempted to hide his face in his jumper, the smell of paint fumes and cigarette smoke surrounding him, something he would usually mind but right now it’s become a necessity.

“Are you trying to get me in bed PB?”

He tried to sound flirtatious but instead the words came out as a string of slurring mortifying Romeo but delighting Karma.

karma huffed out a laugh as he kissed the top of Romeo’s head.

“Well maybe not tonight RoRo how about we just get some sleep, I think we’re both in need of some rest.”

His words sounded nice as Romeo breathed in his scent, Karma wrapped an arm around him and helped guide him out of the office.

“The painting”

Romeo was frustrated at his inability to speak properly, as he aggressively pointed back to his office. Karma hummed smiling gently at him as he flagged down a minion asking for help to Romeo’s room.

“I still have to varnish it, I’ll take it back with me tomorrow and I should be able to properly give it to you in the next couple of days.”

Romeo leaned more heavily onto him, sighing in disappointment.

The two walked in silence after that.

They finally reached Romeo’s room, it was extravagant with the biggest bed Karmas even seen, his eyes widening as he took in the array of fancy decor, designer clothes and probably the most expensive things he’s ever been in the presence of, he tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling as he stepped into the room.

He lead Romeo to his bed trying to be as delicate as he could as he laid him down onto the bed. Romeo kept his grip on him, tugging him onto the bed which Karma happily obliged with.

Romeo let out a groan as he laid his head on Karmas chest, snaking a hand under his jumper.

“It’s too messy.”

He murmured out causing Karma to playfully roll his eyes, grinning as Romeo opened one of his eyes glancing up at Karma.

“What? Do you want me to take it off?”

He questioned in a teasing voice as Romeo slightly smiled.

“Mmmmhmmm”

His nails raked at Karma’s abs, too tired and drunk to actively try and take the jumper off. Karma sighed as he pulled it off throwing it over the side of the bed, it was so big he had to put some strength in his throw to actually ensure it didn’t land on the bed, not wanting to risk the possibility of undried paint staining Romeo’s bed.

Romeo hummed happily and slid himself down so he was laying on Karma’s stomach, karma rolled his eyes as he raked his nails through Romeo’s hair.

Romeo shivered and Karma dragged a blanket that was laid over one of his pillows, wrapping it around Romeo grinning as the drunk man rubbed his cheek in thanks against him, it only took a couple of minutes for Romeo to crash out, karma shortly joining him as the sounds of soft breathing drifted him to slumber.

[vampiremeerkat]

Do you think that 2D animation is inherently superior to 3D animation, or vice-versa?

You can't fairly compare the two, since one is not an update of the other, but a different art form. But Imma do it anyway. The way 3D is/has been presented makes it seem like people using and enjoying the method see it as an "update", but that's like saying photos are updated paintings. We all prefer a camera to capture our likeness and surroundings with, but our preference for cameras is really only because of the speed, price, and accessibility of the device. Not because people don't think having a Rembrandt-styled painting of their pet wouldn't be the coolest fucking thing ever. But, the painters of old do share the same fate as 2D (cell) animators; they've been replaced by a completely different method of creation that happens to be useful in what used to be their expertise. 2D and 3D both require talent to pull off successfully, and yet, one technique unquestionably takes more time and effort than the other. For everyone who claims computer animation is more difficult, the proof is in the fact that the most lazy, obscure film studios out there have produced quite some decent-looking 3D animations. How is that possible if 3D is such a challenging endeavour. Computers do a great chunk of the work. 2D is only as good as its artists and you can't trust a computer to convincingly mimic it. People immediately pick up on it: "Oh.. that was made with Adobe Flash, not an actual person holding a pencil and drawing every frame." That Rescue Rangers live-action movie is a good example as well. Everyone can see that the "2D animated" Chip is a 3D model with some lazy filter slapped on it. A gorgeous, perfectly lit photo is undoubtedly gorgeous and perfectly lit, and the photographer that shot it deserving of praise, but in the end, they have the expensive, ever-evolving devices and software to thank for. Disney's Snow White is ancient and was made with the tools of that time period, yet is still an aesthetically perfect movie. Now, take a gander at the 3D movies and effects from just 20 years ago. 3D never ages well, and that's not so much the fault of the talents that created them, but the tools then available. I can understand the argument that superiority means "the best result", and to us humans, that's probably photorealism. That's what we're familiar with, after all; photorealism is real life. Others might say superiority means that little time and effort was needed to reach an acceptable result. If we weren't talking about art, then I'd agree with this assessment. But we are talking about art. Art has -and should have- the freedom not to be what we're familiar with. 2D has such a strong grasp on our suspension of disbelief -it can get away with almost anything, which you should want in fiction. Why should I care about a 3D movie that mimics real life? It feels stupid to me to recreate water when we've got water right outside of our doors to film with a regular camera.

[gremistired]

Back with your irregularly scheduled art post!

Been drawing all over the place, but the damn skeletons are gripping me by my throat and ankles at the same time and dragging me into the underground so y’all get skeleton oc art once again

Some art of two different stories! :D

We have magpie (UnderSigil sans), cosmos (Cosmos!error) and Vaporwave (Vaporwave!Fresh) in a silly lil meme

And a whole sketch page of plasma! :D I gen don’t know why one doodle looks like it’s not my art style I guarantee y’all it is indeed my art I can pull up the speed paint for proof-

For those who read the whole post, I will be saying this: plasma is going to be featured in a story I plan to write out on ao3!!! :D his story’s name is loose ties, and I am really excited to write it out! Been working on it for.. almost a year now.. huh! Well, I hope to show loose ties with the world cus this story has been possessing my mind-

Also!! I have a pmv in the works for a different group of characters in loose ties! It’s using a cover of army dreamers, a song that’s been quite popular recently :D I’m super excited to share these projects with y’all :DDD

Also if you’ve made it to the end I appreciate you sm for staying for my rambles shdhsdhshdh take care! :D

[lumilasi]

MAJOR UPDATE: I ended up changing his story and BG lore a lot, AND redesigned his wings. He was the only one with none of the complementary color details in his wings when compared to the other 4, so I decided to add it in them.

Bio below:

Name: Yoruga Avara (Yoruga translates to Night Moth, Avara is the surname of the guardians of the tree he manifested from, that are still listed as his next-of-kin)

Nicknames: Yoru-chan/Yoru (Hayden, Alois) Mothy (Youko) Koi (Roman, it means moth in Italian as he's from Italy) Nephew (Iris), Stick-bug/bugstick (Claude)

Age: He died around the age of 20-21, but is now 25, so he has existed in his new form for 4-5 years

Height: 164 cm

Family: He stayed with the keepers of his birth tree for a while (The Avara family), then moved to the Capital once he was emotionally and mentally stable enough to go and start his new life properly. Since he's still listed under their guardianship, Yoruga continues to use their surname.

Friends: Hayden (his absolute bestie), Alois (his boss) Roman, Bianca (his coworkers) Caelan (the BF of Hayden's brother) Youko (A kid he sometimes babysits) Miriam (His boss in his second job/his honorary aunt Iris' best friend)

Love interest: None (he’s Aro-ace)

Occupation: Arcane Library Keeper assistant/Cafeteria employee in charge of the freakshake specials. (Formerly paranormal investigator)

Personality: 

Yoruga comes off like a goofy weirdo who everyone accepts just Does Things, and nobody questions it. Be it painting smileyfaces on random things and calling them “friends” or vibrating so rapidly he breaks whatever he’s sitting on. He's often compared to a cat with his mannerism and good stealth.

Beneath this childlike exterior however, exists a serious, cautious and always prepared fighting spirit, who also enjoys taunting his opponents and make them think they have the upper hand on him, before getting the rug pulled from under them so to speak. This readiness for trouble is likely due to his past life meddling into paranormal hauntings, which could be quite dangerous.

He’s very protective over his best friend Hayden and basically anyone he's close with, to the point when he switches to his more serious self, he can even come off scary. (he's good with stabby things after all)

Abilities:

WINGS: His wings are fire- and stab-attack proof, and he can poof into hundreds of tiny black moths and reform himself back. Yoruga can also use these butterflies to blanket large areas into complete darkness

VOICE: He has a supersonic scream that can shatter glass and rupture eardrums. Can even cause a heart-attack on weaker people

STEALTH: He’s very good at blending into shadows, and he can use his little butterflies to spy on people. Generally he's super stealthy, to the point he has to warn his coworker Roman beforehand about his presence, or the former mobster might accidentally attack him when startled.

POCKET DIMENSION: Yoruga, like other moth spirits, has a pocket dimension to store things in. His is particularly big even among his kin, allowing him to store objects bigger than himself, and even engulf an area into his pocket dimension. He uses this both for transporting things (sometimes even people)

SPEED: Yoruga's speed at utilizing his pocket is also unusually fast; normally when a moth spirit summons something from there, it forms out of glowing butterflies matching the spirit's colors. In Yoruga's case, it looks like he just pulls things out from inside his robes. (without them, it looks like he just pulls them from his body somehow)

STAB: Yoruga is excellent in using short bladed weapons in fights, and can even recognize what type of enchanted blade one has/what materials it is made of and how durable it is.

WEAKNESSES:

Due to his oddball behavior, he's not good at making friends, hence he tends to be a bit clingy to Hayden when he's in need of social interactions.

Since it is likely that Yoruga died in a building collapse, he tends to be uncomfortable and anxious in tight, constrained spaces, to the point he prefers using his own wings as a blanket over actual ones.

FUN FACTS:

His foster family surname he still uses for official documents and such - Avara - is Finnish and means "open/spacious"

His name translates to Night Moth, which is likely the name of the place he died at; old abandoned theater, a nightclub, he's not sure what the place was exactly as he can't remember.

Iris is another honorary family member who was fostered by the family, and she considers Yoruga a honorary nephew, which is why she refers to him as such usually. She was also the one who got Yoruga his job under Miriam.

Yoruga likes chin scratches and might randomly ask some from people, typically his best friend Hayden, Roman, or Youko's adoptive parents Shura and Shika. (Roman was weirded out at first, but is now used to his weird cat-like behavior)

Yoruga makes really excellent freak-shakes (over-the-top milkshakes) though he's banned from making one for Youko before dinner, as the kid will get a massive sugar rush. His shakes are one of the specialties of the cafeteria.

Some people can see through his goofy facade, but react to it somewhat differently; his boss Alois, his boss' LI Jurou and Alois' niece Avane find it amusing, whereas Hayden's brother Claude finds him spooky and weird.

He and Hayden often get up to Shenanigans in their free time, especially during Halloween; they might go to the human world to spook people, as both are good at it.

His style is basically "Weird funky details mixed with cutesy childlike vibes or spoooooooky"

[writingwordsgayly]

"I didn't expect the fire hero to walk through the door with the water bucket!!!!" I say as I dodge a super powered punch, the article I read about the 'incident' simply said she is in good health but taking a week to reinvent her suit.

"I think her suit not being water proof might have been an..." Another dodge, this time a kick "oversight!!" It just makes her unable to use her powers, I went on a research deep dive after it happened.

"silence young villain! your petty pranks are not what brought this on" I put a table between us but he just jumps over it, my apartment is not built for combat, it barely counts as an apartment if I'm being honest, it's one room and a mini fridge, the bathroom and kitchen use the same utility sink, but it's hard to find rentals as the child of a supervillain.

"then why are you here dude? It's finals week and I got shit to do" if I flunk out my dad will make me become an intern for one of the other supervillains and honestly I got sick of all that in highschool.

"your father has made me look like a fool for the last time, and since he doesn't care to bring you to his mountain you must pay the price" I get a look at his face and recognize him, my father switched the pants if his suit with snap off pants and he flashed a news helicopter

"Woah dude! I had no part in that one honest, and it'd be un-heroic to kill an unrelated college kid wouldn't it?" He jumps at me again and I'm maybe starting to lose my Patience. I don't even pull that many pranks, just enough I have an excuse to attend a university in the hero's city

"you think I worry about the details? Your father must be stopped and this is simply the first step" he hasn't clued in yet his super speed doesn't seem to be giving him an advantage here, but when I block his punch with my hand without flinching he seems to register that his superpowers aren't doing much to me, I smile and try to remember the training grandpa gave me when I was a kid. I fake out my next dodge and clock him in the jaw, he falls like a bag of bricks and Im sure my downstairs neighbor is grabbing her broom to knock the ceiling, he tackles me and tries to pin me down, I kick him and he hits the ceiling, I hear the stomping of my upstairs neighbor and take Solace there will be witnesses before this has to get ugly, although the snow blowing in front the broken window does piss me off a little bit.

I hear people on the stairs and there's pounding on my door, I open my mouth to tell them it's unlocked but his hands wrap around my neck to silence me, I kick him again, but he's held in tight, I stand up and move toward the door, his feet squeaking as they drag on the floor, I twist the door knob pull a little bit before he throws me across the room into my glass end table, I look up to see old lady Edith standing there broom in hand, shocked to see the scene, my final sits have finished in the easle, with paint splatter across us and the room, It looks less light a fight and more Ike he attacked a civilian because of a personal grudge, he freezes when he notices their phones in hand as I act far More injured then I am, my performing arts professor would be so proud. I stagger to my feet and looking at my neighbors say, with just a little bit of blood dripping from my lip

"he attacked me while I was painting! Please call someone, I can barely move!"

My parents visit me in the hospital, a fist bump from both, I also got a written apology from the hero's agency, and he is put on probation, until the media dies down, my dad e-Transfers me double for my next allowance, still forwarding me his friends contact information if I want to pursue the family business. Edith brings me cookies once I'm home, grumbling about hero's these days

You are the kid of a supervillain who only plays pranks on heroes, and never does anything serious. One day though, a “hero” comes to kill you because of your supervillain parent.

[ducknotinarow]

03 Raph Don - Fatal Blow Meme

Don felt it before he saw what happened; it was like a burn that engulfed him in seconds. His head snapped to the side, eyes widening when he saw Raph. His blood ran cold.

Donatello wasn't thinking himself as he ran, and near collapsed at Raphael's side,

"Raph! Raph are you okay!"

He knew they weren't, what a stupid thing to say.

Sliding his Bo Staff back onto his shell, Donatello carefully started getting Raph to leave onto him. He didn't care that the foot were still around, that one of them would notice those two, and go after them over Leo and Mikey. Donatello didn't care about it at all.

All he wanted to do was get Raphael back home,

"Come on Raph, the lair isn't far; I'll take care of you okay...?" Don told him, "Yanno, I was thinking of doing some upgrades to your bike soon, I'll need you anyone to tell me if you like it or not..."

Maybe he could bargain, keep them awake,

"Heh, maybe see if I can finally make it Raph proof..."

Anything to just try and keep them awake, so he can take care of them.

| My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Never failed did it? They would just always seem to have to deal with the foot. Ever since they took out the Shredder, Karai had been dead set on taking them out in return. Raphael always knew they couldn't trust her. Despite claims of leaving them alone they were nothing but lies. Makes sense considering her so called father was the same way like when he tried to trick Leo before. If Leo would have just ended it when he had the chance they wouldn't be in this situation again. Raphael thought as he gripped the back of the driver seat of the turtle tank. His gaze shifting to the left to look at the scared shell of his older brother. Sometimes he wished Leo hadn't gotten better least when he was on that kick he took thing more serious and wasn't such a damn push over. Karai nearly killed them all once before, it took everything Raph could think to keep them all safe. Making them split apart by luck they all manged to slip away.

Raph wasn't sure they would get as lucky again. All he knew was he needed to keep them safe, least with Leo around he didn't have to worry about leading. That did take a weight off his shoulders. It meant he could act a bit more reckless. Meaning he could get the job done.

His family all in the tank together this time, Leo always preached they were stronger together. But right now? Raph felt them grouping up like this would only paint the target bigger. Karai had all her forces aimed on to them. It wasn't settling well on his nerves right now. But he would stay put for now, even as claws dug into the fabric of the driver seat. He's sure Don can tell the storm coming over his mind as they focused on getting to the base of the foot clan. Raphael felt the car pick up speed. Looking in the rear view mirror to catch the gaze of his twin. All either of them ever needed was a single look. Raphael lowered his gaze but made the corner of his beak lift a bit. To tell Donnie he would be fine, he was just anxious. They had so many people to be worried about. April and Casey were with them as well. Everyone that meant anything to them was in this car and they were driving toward the home base of their worst enemy. And every second it took to get there only made it worse.

Finally the Car pulled to a stop and Leo took a few of them out right away the plan was to to drop them off and have Don park somewhere safe for April and Splinter to lay low at for the time being. As they were trying to get out though, something hard hit the car. All Raphael recalled was falling forward and a bright flash. There was some scrambling after that, he heard different voices all panicking ad trying to move. It’s not till his eyes seem to make out the purple mask around Donnie’s eyes. There was a buzzing pain to the back of his head but he could just tell what Donnie was saying to him, before the words even left his beak. Raphael moved to sit up trying to gather his bearings and see what was going on. Leo and Mikey were still making way to the building, Leo ordering Don and Raph to follow most likely. His arm slung over Don’s shoulders as he lifted up to his feet. Raph eyed April and Casey was near her. They didn’t have to worry she would be fine with Casey he wouldn’t let anyone harm her let alone get a inch close to her. Don drew his Bo staff as foot solders made their way to the pair, trying to keep them apart from Leo and Mikey. Spread them out weaken them somehow. Tough luck on that Raph and Don were a great match up, he grabbed for his sai and took a stance shell to shell with Don. Before spotting the turned over vehicle maybe he could draw some attention away.

“I got a plan” Was all he said to his twin as he grabbed on to Don’s bow letting himself be lifted back, he pressed his weight back towards Donnie as they bent down waiting for first set of foot ninja to make their way over to him. Near about lunching out thanks to Don, when they pushed back he let go of the Bo staff and planted his feet firmly on to their shoulders. turning them in to a spring board as he kept off, taking them down in the process left a smile on his face as he landed on top of the busted van. “Man we spent week gettin' the parts for this thing” Raph complained over for a moment before he jumped in.

Raphael made his way towards the back smiling when he found his shellcycle he stood it up and hopped on. Giving the engine a few revs making sure no damage was taken. Before he floored it and shoot out the back doors like he would so many times before. Skidding to a stop once again he worked to scan and look around what all was going on, he did gain some attention by doing what he had but not enough. Leo and Mikey had made it closer to the building busy trying to get in to the tower. He swore Leo better not back out again this time around. It seemed like April and Casey had managed to break away as well. That mainly left Donnie, who was at the worst of it all. Surrounded but doing his best to make use of his bo staff. Long as they didn't try that dumb ass trick again. Raphael revved the engine of his bike as he could just see Donnie slowly seemingly getting engulfed in the crowd around his twin. It was bad enough they dragged Casey and April into their mess..again. He wasn't losing anyone today, especially not Donatello.

He loved all his brothers, his heart was one of four after all but even Raphael could admit he was the closet to his twin brother. So close they shared a connection unmatched with the other two. Sure he and Leo always had their own bond and he even shared one with Mikey. But the one with Donatello? was deeper, able to communicate with so little, Donnie could space out a bit in a fight because he knew Raphael would be there to have his back. "Stay away from him!" Raphael near bellowed as he twisted the handles tighter leg lifted from the ground. Moving like he was going to pop the bike on to the back wheel. When in truth he was just building up the speed on his bike. When he normally would lift and force all the weight of his bike onto the back wheel he drove forward instead. Using the built up speed to send himself flying towards the crowd around Donatello. "Move it brainiac!"

Was the only real warning Raphael gave before he slammed hard on the gas and sent himself flying into towards the crowd. Bulldozing through them like a knife in warmed butter. It took all he could to least give his twin some breathing room. Raphael could feel like something in the bike just locked up from that but he still skidded again so to turn around faster, repeating what he had before. Before he went fly forward once again. The speed wasn't as fast, the front wheel had locked up. he might have been wrong about it being in perfect condition. Eyes narrowed seeing Donnie still in a pinch, they always had a blind spot it seemed when it came to the back. Eyeing one of the foot creeps he knocked down getting up sword in hand as they were ready to rush at Don. Raphael, gripped the handles tighter despite the locking issue and forced the bike to build up the momentum. The timing just a bit off but he did get between Don and the foot ninja in time. Throwing one had out to push Don forward somewhat, feeling something burn against the unprotected part of his exposed side. Gritting his teeth he manged to reach for one of his sai and tossed it at the foot solider on his other side. Grabbing back on to the handle bars only made that burning feel on his side worse. But he couldn't worry about it. The bike started to sway, fish tailing even as he forced both hands to hold to the handles it wasn't enough. The front wheel finally jammed.

Raphael did his best to try and keep the bike stable but control was fully lost as the bolts on the back wheel seemed to blow right off the wheel loosened and the whole bike seemed to be pull back with the force. Next thing Raphael knew he was rolling off the bike, and that sharp burn to his side became a far more pricing stab to his side. As something was forced further into his side. He hadn't noticed it was lodged into him till that moment. He could hear something snap, metal breaking as he continued to roll and roll till his body slammed into pole finally stopping him. Raphael was seeing stars as he tried to keep conscious best he could all things considered. Groaning in nothing but pain he tried to feel at his side able to just feel the jagged end of the blade. He took hold of it best he could and tried to pull it out. But there just wasn't enough to hold on to.

"Raph! Raph are you okay!"

He slightly breath out around the pain and looked to Donnie, more relieved they seemed untouched still. Good. They both knew the question as stupid he just didn't offer the usual snark in response. Meaning it really was bad. He tried to breath in but it wasn't easy, so he torn his helmet off hoping the get some air, why did it feel so thin? Something isn't right he knows it's not right. He watched Donatello put his Bo staff back to place on their own shell before he moved in close to Raph's side. He muster enough movement to throw his arm over their shoulder. Needing to push all his weight toward them just to get up to his feet. All that hollering must have dried out his mouth as he smacked his beak trying to build up spit to satisfy the need for water.

"Come on Raph, the lair isn't far; I'll take care of you okay...?"

Raphael leaned on Don more as they tried walking together, his eyes manged to catch the sight of his bike. It looked like a real wreck even the body was damaged. That would take a lot to fix up. "..m'sorry" Raph managed to speak despite the pain. "Busted up the bike again." Was all he could think to say, Donnie might be often mistaken as weak but Raphael knew they could easily support his weight no issue as he let one foot drag across the pavement of the street.

"Yanno, I was thinking of doing some upgrades to your bike soon, I'll need you anyone to tell me if you like it or not..."

Was that Donnie's way of tell him not to worry about the bike? seemed weird he just couldn't tell. Even with the helmet on he must have hit the ground hard. He was feel sick with each step they took, trying to retreat to the lair and leave the rest to the others to handle. Soon as they got back to the lair he would have Splinter look after him so Don could return to the fight.

"Heh, maybe see if I can finally make it Raph proof..."

Raphael couldn't stay up any longer, despite how much he was trying, "heh..think I'll still find a way to-" his body started to go limp as he slid out from Donatello's hold. Falling on to the street once again. Something isn't right he knows it isn't right. He can hardly keep his eyes open right now even with trying to keep the conversation with Donnie going. Once again he's meant with that look Donnie gave him. So much said through a single stare from the eyes above him. Even if he could see the red and green flakes sprinkled in them. Raphael knew what Donnie was worrying over. Raphael knows hes not making it back to the lair. Raphael wanted so much to tell Donnie to just go, help the others. Instead he reached for Donnie and held on to his brothers forearm. Knowing they were fretting trying to think of answers a solution to fix this. "Always thought..I go out 'his way" One of them had to admit to reality in this moment.

"...stay wit' me" Was a request not even Raphael thought he ever make. Maybe it just because Don was with him he doesn't know. He doesn't have the luxury of time to care either. Each shaky breath he lets out could be the last one. It's odd he feels like Donnie the one slipping away here not so much himself, like whatever it was that always kept them in sync was fading. Don had to feel it as well. Why he couldn't let go of them physically. As he used what ever strength he had in him to simply curl his fingers in tighter around Don's arm. A silent plead to his twin. To not leave him, he's sure they are trying to tell him to fight to stick through, let him find a way to get him back to the lair even. But all he can feel despite how hard he grips on to his twin. Id them slipping through his fingers.

"stay..please stay." is all he can voice, before his eyes finally closed.

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Hey just wanted to request for the event for bottom reader

Suwa from mars red with kinks like overstimulation, breeding (if your comfortable), and if you want blood kink as well (he is a vampire)

thats all ty if you can if you can’t its ok

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Moment Of Hunger

Top suwa x human male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Multiple orgasms! Breeding kink! Masturbation! Rough sex! OOC suwa?! degradation!(only a bit tho)

100+ Event

Suwa has always managed to control his hunger , wearing his mask to help him resist the temptation of delicious blood , He may be able to resist his need for blood but it’s quite hard to resist his sexual needs

Luckily he has his lover to support him , but who would’ve thought his boyfriend would proof to be more slutty then he looks

“This is what you wanted , right” suwa said in an annoyed tone through his mask , while all you could do is moan loudly as another orgasm is drown out of you , your body can’t help but shakes because of the overstimulation as Suwa continue to jerk you off

Your body laid limp on the floor , your tummy painted with your own cum from all the orgasms you had , it is your fault to begin with to wear such revealing clothes infront of him

His blue eyes glaring daggers at you making you shiver up as your body heat rises , Suwa continued pumping your hard cock at a fast pace “look at you so needy for the slightest touch” he said looking down at you as you bucked your hips up thrusting your cock between his fist

The fact that he’s completely dressed while your naked without any piece of clothe covering your body gets you more hot and bothered than you already were , your let out whine after whine as suwa’s hand moves at an inhuman speed

The tip of your cock is now dark pink from the overstimulation it had to go through , he fist the tip squeezing at it before going back to pumping your cock “NgAh.. suwa coming” you warned him feeling another orgasm approaching

You closed your eyes anticipating a strong orgasm but suwa’s fingers that pressed your tip stopped you “suwa.. ngh noo” you let out whimper in response as you were denied of your orgasm

You wanted to protest but the two fingers that invaded your mouth stopped you , suwa’s two fingers reached so deep inside your mouth you started gaging “shut up and suck at it” he said with sharp tone that made your body shiver up in excitement

You started sucking at his fingers swirling your tongue around them making sure they’re covered in saliva , you let out muffled moans as he went back to moving his hands in a rough way

After making sure his fingers are all wet he turned your body around and had you seated in all fours , he reached out his wet fingers to your hole circling it in a somewhat teasing way “pleaseeee..” you begged him to ram your hole with his fingers

“you must be really desperate huh” as he said that you tried to push against his fingers dying to have them inside you but instead you received a hard pull on your hair , pulling your head back as you can feel his mask touch your face showing how close he is to you

“Stop acting like a slut it’s embarrassing” he said before shoving his whole two fingers inside you making you moan loudly arching your back , you excepted him to thrust his fingers without mercy but he didn’t move them at all “you… have you been playing with yourself”

Your face flushed red as you looked down to the ground because of embarrassment , taking your silent as an answer he pulled his fingers out and started unbuckling his pants , you can hear the sound of clothes being opened , then you felt a hard object against your cheeks which you recognised as his cock

“I was planning to prepare you and go easy on you , but looks like there’s no need” he said before positioning his tip against your hole and pushing it inside all the way

As much as suwa wanted to just ram your hole at the fastest pace he can go to , fuck you nonstop for hours , he was desperate too but he still cares for you , he knows how much it will hurt so he waited for you to adjust

But once he deemed you good to go he started his monstrous thrusts having no mercy to your poor hole , your body moved back and forth with his hard thrusts , you can feel your hands ready to give up on you at any second now “ahgn… hyah.hnn…” moans is all that came out of you

“Im gonna fill you up so good you won’t be able to think of anyone but me” he said possessively as he warped his hands around your sticky tummy , pressing his stomach against your back as he moved his hips drilling your hole

“Please suwwa… i wanna see youu” you moaned out in desperation wiggling your body in hopes of him agreeing , he just let out a sigh before pulling out and turning you around on your back making you face his still clothed body aside from his hard cock

He inserted his cock again going back to stretching your inside , maybe turning you around was a good idea as he can now see the lewd faces that you make as he ram into you , he was too lost into the pleasure of your tight hole squeezing onto his cock that he didn’t notice your hand reaching out to his mask completely taking it off

And when he noticed all he could do is panic stopping all his movements “haay.. what are you thinking give it back” he screamed at you trying to take his mask from you but you threw it very far away , he tried to move after it but you warped your hips around his waist locking him up

He could easily break free and he knows it but he didn’t want to hurt you “please i just wanna see your face” you said showing him the most adorable puppy eyes you could make out

It’s not that he doesn’t want to show his face , he didn’t want to just lose it when his mind is clouded up and jump at you biting you by mistake , he knows what would it do to you since your a human , but the ways your looking at him is just unbearable

he gritted his teeth before grabbing your legs thats still warped around his waist and spreading them harshly , he pulled away until the tip is the only thing remaining inside before thrusting all the way inside again making you scream

He went back with his harsh thrusts completely ravaging your insides the mask now forgotten like it wasn’t there to begin with , he put your legs ontop of his shoulders and took a hold of your waist His hands holding them harshly your sure it will leave some marks

Low grunts can be heard from him now that he’s not waring a mask but he’s barely able to hear himself because of your loud moans and mewls “I’m close be ready to take it all” he warned you as his movements sped up “me tooo”

Your inner walls squeezing at his cock like it’s sucking it off determined to milk him of every droplets of cum he has , your cried out when you felt his hands back at your cock moving it in rhythm with his thrusts

And without any warning your came for the fifth time this day with a loud scream that you were sure if it wasn’t at night everyone would be able to hear you

Suwa continued thrusting his hips against yours with no sigh of stopping even if you just came , your body shake’s hard as you can feel the overstimulation of his movements on your body

“I’m cumming” he said ready to cum at any second “inside please inside” you begged him to cum inside you to fill your hole with his cum until your stuffed full pf his seed , obliging to your request with few thrusts he came inside with a loud groan pumping you full with only one orgasm

You whine and whimper as his load still flows out of his cock stopping after a while , your breathed heavily trying to come down from your high and after a while when you finally relaxed suwa’s hips move again “wait i… hngahh” His cock thrust even faster than before

“You didn’t think we’re done yet did you” Suwa whispered near your ear “i can still go for a bit more , think you can handle it” when you wanted to protest he completely ignored you saying “I know you can take it , and if you can’t I’ll just have to make you