#I like the idea of the drawings being separate to the links

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🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

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Disenchanted 3: Public Indecency

Male Reader x Karina

Tags: 3k, blackmail, cheat, creampie

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Ever since the day at the carnival I sensed a change in Karina. It was almost as if her last few emotional links to Jaewook had finally fractured and torn. The consequence to this was our relationship, if you could call it that became stronger.

Karina was less concerned about being married, her go to line anytime we were about to part take in anything remotely physical. It got to the point that she removed her wedding ring every time we indulged ourselves in satisfying our desires for one another. Jaewook on the other hand began falling deeper and deeper into a downward spiral, we met at least once a week to talk through his issues with Karina. Every time his solutions for fixing his marriage became more and more desperate.

“I don’t know how long we can go on like this.” Jaewook said, as we sat at a random bar off the side of the highway.

“It feels like our marriage has turned into a set of a show, like it’s all smiles and waves for the public, but in private, we go our separate ways.” Jaewook followed up.

I sat back, knocking down a shot of whisky, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Give her more time, it must be tough for both of you.” I replied.

Jaewook shrugged his shoulders, a solitary tear falling down his cheeks.

“We haven’t had sex in weeks, her answers are cold, I dunno how I can fix this...what do I do?” He asked, eyes pleading for an answer.

Hearing this, jabbed sharply at my conscience as it was only a few hours ago that Karina and I had fucked in her car after she dropped the kids off to school. I still had her peach-colored lipstick marks smeared along the length of my cock after sucked me to completion, taking my pent up load down her married throat. It was becoming her thing, swallowing was once a taboo, a no no, but ever since we got together, having me finish in her mouth had always hit the right spot. It gave me a sense of pride, knowing she only swallowed me, only my load satiated her hunger. Jaewook and I polished off another few rounds before I called him a cab to take him home. The situation was getting untenable in the Lee household, only pushing Karina further into my arms, it was the perfect situation form me yet little did I know, things were going to get much more complicated.

—

“Hey, so I had a chat with corporate, and they have green us the green light to roll some sample products out at the local businesses.” Nayoung said, handing me the paperwork granting us more budget for the final push marketing our new lines.

“Hmmm that is a great news...I was thinking, maybe we could do something along the lines of nature, maybe draw upon the ecological and environmentally friendly products we have.” I replied.

“I will run it past the team and get back to you.” Nayoung said with a smile before we heard a knock at the door.

It was Karina, her hair wrapped neatly in a bun, wearing a striking pink number, accentuating her flawless toned legs.

“Morning team.” She said smiling.

“Just spoke to Yeonjun outside, good work on securing more funds for our new lines. I was thinking perhaps, marketing some at the local aquarium, drawing upon our environmental packaging and natural ingredients. They have a save the ocean exhibit on at the moment.” Karina said.

Nayoung looked at me with a smile.

“Looks like you have got your answer Boss.” Nayoung said.

Karina looked at me a little perplexed.

“I was just saying we should link our products up with our local businesses, hammering down on our eco-friendly appeal.” I said smiling.

“Great minds.” Replied Karina, laughing.

“Great...team day it is.” I said.

“Gather the troops, maybe we can all go down there, perhaps get some contacts, throw some ideas around.” I replied.

“You free Karina? You can be our secret weapon in getting them to potentially work with us.” I said.

“Are you planning in using me to further your professional career.” She replied smirking.

“You hit the nail right on the head.” I replied, grabbing my coat and walking towards her.

Nayoung was outside with Sohye and Yeonjun getting ready to go. I took the opportunity to peck Karina on the lips quickly, getting another hit of her womanly scent.

“Minho! People...” She startled.

“Might see...” I finished, kissing her again causing Karina to break out in a smile.

“Cmon, let’s go.” I said, opening the door and leading us out.

The local aquarium was only ten minutes away. The entire walk, Sohye and Nayoung updated Karina on various ideas they had on ways to spread our new lines on social media. I caught Yeonjun checking Karina out on a number of occasions, his eyes flickering towards her long slender legs as we reached our destination. I couldn’t blame him she was a very attractive woman. Nevertheless, I felt myself grow ever more protective over her, as I slowly began to realize, what we had was more than just the physical, I was actually falling for her completely.

My musings of how deep my relationship with Karina was, were quickly interrupted by the murmuring of the public around us. She had been recognized and approached by a number of fans asking for her autograph and picture. Karina dealt with it like a pro, smiling and stopping for photos while I flagged the manager. We spoke for a few moments regarding our impromptu visit and plans we had. The brief chat actually going better than I expected as he invited Karina and I to discuss our ideas in more detail. Flagging down Nayoung, I gave her the company card and told her to take the team out for lunch while Karina and I talked to the manager of the aquarium for a bit longer. He seemed, not surprisingly infatuated with Karina’s beauty, nodding and agreeing with everything she said. It took around fifteen minutes flat to organize a small event in the early part of next week to coincide with the finale of their save the Oceans exhibit.

“And that is why I brought you...” I said, whispering in Karina’s ear.

She smiled, slapping me on the arm as we finished up the meeting.

“Do you guys want me to show you around, we have special piece we are doing on Sea Turtles at the moment, not available for the public yet.” The manager asked hopefully.

Karina paused, looking at me.

“Sure.” I said, seeing Karina glare her eyes at me.

“Was this not meant to be a team day?” Karina said, whispering in my ear.

“Nayoung can look after them, besides, I told them to go around and get some lunch, we can all meet up after.” I replied, as we followed the manager around to the back of the complex.

The rumble of the public gradually dissipated to a low murmur as we made our way into a large open space, surrounded my glass screens, behind which was an endless volume of blue. Giant sea turtles floated gently by, as if waving to us as they circled upwards to the surface flanked by numerous colorful fish zipping effortlessly in and out of the artificial coral reefs.

“This is it!” The manager said proudly.

His eyes still glued to Karina as she stared at the beautiful creatures swimming in the deep.

“So when is this exhibit open?” Karina asked in wonder.

“About two weeks, you guys are the first to see it.” He said smiling.

I could see his eyes travel the length of her body the moment she turned around before his visual perversions were disrupted by a loud bang. It came from the main area down the hallway, with some load shouts. It sounded like there was a bit of a scuffle going down from the sounds of the screaming.

“Shit...what now?” The manager said, in frustration.

“Guys...have a look around and come back the way we came...my team will be in contact with you later this week to tidy up the details.” He said.

“It was nice to meet you...both of you.” He followed up, his face showing disappointment at having to leave the company of the once famous Idol.

We watched him leave before sighing in relief.

“He had such the hots for you Karina!” I said chuckling.

“I could feel his eyes on me every time I turned around...it felt- ughh a little creepy.” She said with a frown.

“Why...does it make you jealous when other guys check me out?” Karina asked closing the gap, gently smiling.

“A little...” I replied, kissing her lips.

“That is kinda cute.” She said kissing me back.

“I know right, it’s a problem the jealousy that is, it causes this really bad pent up tension you know.” I replied sarcastically.

“Oh...really.” She said raising her eyebrows.

“Don’t- don’t even say it mister.” Karina said, placing her fingers on my lips.

I looked at her suggestively, wrapping my hands around her waist as I eased her gently onto the glass of the aquarium.

“Minho...seriously...people...might...uhm...see...ughh...us.” She replied, her voice fading into light moans as my hands caressed her tight body.

“Let’s not pretend you don’t secretly like it...” I replied, kissing her down her body as my hands drifted up her dress.

“I do...ughh but- ohh god...that feels- good.” She replied, her pussy creaming in my palm.

“Just a quick...pump and dump.” I said with a smirk.

“A what...? who do you think you are talking to?” Karina said going bright red.

I kissed her full lips, biting down on her lower lip as I continued feeling her up under her dress.

“Shit...seriously- we...ughhh...might...unhh...get...caught...” Karina moaned.

My hand continuing to squeeze and massage her rapidly dampening pussy, causing her to adjust her stance to allow me better access to her burning sex.

“Maybe- ughh…maybe- a quick...pump.” She whispered breathlessly smacking my arm smirking, as she eased her legs open for me, the pleasure emanating from her slit causing a long groan to leave her lips.

Her purring was getting louder as I pierced her wet folds with my fingers, stroking her deep inside her womanly cavern. She ran her fingers through my hair, gripping my head tightly as I slung one of her legs over my shoulders, pushing her standing leg onto her tip toes. My tongue buried into the far reach depths of her married cunt as she flexed her walls around my face, creaming profusely over my mouth.

“Minho- quick…I need you…inside me...” Karina moaned impatiently, her need to be filled spilling out at the surface, rocking her head back and shutting her eyes.

I gave her folds one long lick, the drool from her pussy now forming thick strands on my lips as I hoovered up her sex for the final time.

“I thought...you were afraid of getting caught?” I said, raising my eyebrows as I slipped my drenched fingers from her glistening slit.

“Ughhh- fuck...I still…am, ohh…i can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me...” Karina replied, her eyes now filling with lust.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, petting her throbbing clit with my lips.

“Don’t you dare!” Karina, replied gritting her teeth and pulling me up to my feet.

“You want it?” I asked, taking her slippery tongue into my mouth and sucking down hard.

I could feel the vibrations of Karina groaning into my mouth, spreading her legs for me as I hiked up her dress.

“I love it...” She replied, kissing me back and wrapping her left leg around my waist.

Her hands were searching down my torso, fumbling for my zipper as we kissed deeply, our tongues clashing, exchanging spit as she finally set me free. My cock springing out from my trousers, the top of my shaft rubbing tantalizingly along the bottom of her sex. I could feel the warmth of her slit through her now soaked underwear, a mixture of her sensual cream and my spit coating my length as I rubbed up against her.

“Put it in...” Karina whispered, rolling her head into my hands as I supported her upper back in my right arm.

It was a moment of raw passion as we locked eyes, her mouth agape as I thrust my hips forward, piercing her wet folds with my cock. There was no time to take her underwear off I just wanted to be in her, as deep and as hard as I could, fucking my length up to the hilt till I bottomed out inside her precious pussy. Karina was slick, her hands clawing at my back as we found our rhythm, each pump of my dick bringing her further off the ground as her standing leg struggled to reach the floor.

“Karina...you feel so fucking good...” I moaned into her hear.

“Ughhh- keep going...just...like- that.” She replied, eyes shut tight as I nailed her against the glass.

All you could hear each time I penetrated her married cunt were the slaps of our flesh and a deep thud of her rear slamming hard against the aquarium wall. The coolness of the glass rubbing on her back side as I continuously stuffed her with my meat, stretching her tight pussy with my girth as my tip smashed up on her cervix, deep within her womb.

Karina scratched at my back, her breath now ragged as she was losing control, I could feel the walls of her cunt gradually intensify its grip on my straining cock as I pierced her slick folds. The cream from her cunt now dripping down my thighs as I fucked her full of my cock in the dimly lit aquarium.

“Fuckk...deeper- fuck...me...deeper...” Karina whispered hurriedly in my ear.

She was close, her body was tensing as I cradled both arms around her upper back, protecting the back of her head from what was about to happen.

“You want it deep baby?” I asked, my eyes burning with desire.

She nodded, biting her lip as her orgasm began to build.

“Hold on...” I said, kissing her deeply one more time as the brunette braced her core.

Karina knew what was coming, opening her thighs wider for me to allow for my deeper strokes. Gripping the back of her head I mercilessly pumped my dick deep inside her cunt, assaulting her married pussy with my invading cock as I stuffed her wanting womb with my meat.

“ughh...anhh...fuckk...” Karina screamed, her wails reverberating off the glass as I pummeled her cunt for all I was worth.

“Karina...I can’t hold on much...much longer...” I said, my breath now haggard as I continued to pump her.

“Fuck...unghh- inside...cum…inside me.” Karina moaned, now finding it hard to catch her breath as I began to creampied her inside.

It was like breaking a dam, as a river of warm sticky spunk flowed from my tip, seeding Karina’s married pussy. Spurt after spurt coated her pink womb as her cunt walls sucked on my shaft like a hoover, her thighs shaking as we climaxed simultaneously. Holding me close in her grasp, she swayed her hips forward, fucking more of my spasming cock into her tight cavern, milking my meat to completion as I pumped her full of my pent up sperm. Our sweaty bodies slowed in tempo, my twitching dick still buried inside her as I lowered her legs back onto the floor, my warm sperm leaking from her slit and trickling down her toned thighs as we kissed deeply, my hips thrusting one last time to make sure she took all my load inside her womb.

In the thralls of passion, I thought I spotted another person’s reflection in the glass, turning around in a shock but to no avail.

“What...what’s the matter?” Karina asked breathlessly.

She continued to rock her hips, not letting me disengage as the she reveled in the feeling of my seed swimming around inside her.

“Nothing...thought I saw something that’s all.” I replied, still gathering my thoughts.

“I feel so full...you came a lot” she said smirking as I slipped my member from her depths.

A stream of my cum came pouring out, mixed with her womanly grool and cream. The milky substance leaving a trail of destruction down her legs as the rest splashed on the concrete floor.

“You are so bad...” She smiled seductively, hitting my arm.

She was right, we were a very risky pair indeed, seeking out dangerous situations to satisfy our darkest desires.

“Hey, are you guys still here?” The manager’s voice called out from behind us.

Startled, I quickly buttoned my cock back into my trousers, handing Karina a tissue to wipe up the mess I made down her inner legs. Slightly red faced I turned around waving to him as I approached.

“Lovely turtles.” I said, motioning to the deep blue.

Karina joining me by my side, like nothing happened smiled and thanked the man for showing us around. It seemed to work as he flushed red showing us back to the entrance. She still had a smudge of my spunk on her inner leg which she quickly dispatched before the manager noticed, taking it between her pink lips and swallowing it down discretely.

“Your friends have been waiting a while, they are just outside.” He said pointing to the door.

We shook hands once more and departed, meeting the team outside.

“Where were you guys?” Nayoung asked.

“Eh the manager was a bit of a fan, he insisted in showing us around the new exhibit, we figured it was the least we could do for allowing us to market some of our products here.” Karina replied smiling.

Nayoung smiled giving me a small post it.

“Hajoon our director was here, he left with Yeonjun and went back to the office, he says he wants to discuss something with you guys.” Nayoung said slightly concerned.

“Is everything ok?” She asked.

“I assume its to update him on our progress, but why did Yeonjun go?” I asked.

“Dunno Boss, they were talking about a proposal of some sort.” Nayoung said shrugging her shoulders.

Karina looked at me slightly confused as we made our way back to work. Back inside, Karina went ahead to Hajoon’s office while I fixed my sweaty appearance, washing my face with cold water to gather my thoughts. When I knocked on the director’s door and entered, Karina was already sitting down, her expression looked worried for some reason.

“Please, sit Minho.” Hajoon said, pointing at the chair next to Karina.

Yeonjun was sitting on the side his face slightly piqued at my entrance, taking a seat on the cool leather chair.

Hajoon sighed, pushing out a phone on the table.

“It has come to my attention, that a senior manager and an important member of the board have been...partaking in less than professional activities.” He said.

I gulped hard, sweat now forming on my brow as he continued to speak ushering Yeonjun over to us. Yeonjun air played the phone to the tv monitor on the wall, pressing play. It was hard to make out at first, but when the video came into focus there was no denying what we were watching. It was Karina and I, fucking in the aquarium, you could clearly see her face resting on my shoulder, moaning into my neck as I was thrusting my cock deep inside her.

Hajoon’s face was oddly stoic, like we were in a business deal as he wrapped his fingers.

“You both know what this means, if this was to get out.” He said.

“That sounds like a threat...” I replied, my anger building as I turned my attention to Yeonjun.

“Seriously, leverage?” I said to Yeonjun, who remained looking at the floor.

“Don’t blame him, he was in the right to come to me.” Hajoon said.

Karina was sitting quietly next to me, her hands pressed together as we both listened to how our fates would unravel.

“So, what now?” I asked curtly.

“I can make this go away, delete this video and we can all go about our lives.” Hajoon replied, his voice taking on a sinister tone.

“What’s the catch...?” I asked.

“The catch is… a night with me.” Karina replied, her face flushed in embarrassment.

“What? No, absolutely not.” I replied.

Hajoon smiled, silently surveying us both, he had us dead to rights as he wrote something on a piece of paper.

“As you both may know, I am stepping down soon, the rumors are true.” Hajoon said.

“Now, I like you, I really do Karina, you are hardworking and great for the company... you are also very beautiful.” He followed up.

“I was actually going to offer this in exchange for...your body, but Yeonjun with his evidence had made it too good not to accelerate.” Hajoon said calmly.

“When I retire, I will transfer my shares to you Karina, giving you 30% of the company...in return for a night with you.” He said.

“As part of this deal, Yeonjun will also want a night with you, in return, he will delete the video once we finish… our transaction.” Hajoon said coldly.

I nearly punched both of them right there, before Karina grasped my hand.

“Don’t...” She said exasperated.

“I’ll do it... I’ll do it as long as you are there with me.” She said, a tear tricking down her face.

There was a deft silence in the room, I had no idea how to react to that before Hajoon spoke up.

“See, an amicable solution.” Hajoon said.

“After this Yeonjun, I am firing your ass.” I said, my voice laced in venom.

He shrugged his shoulders smirking.

“It’s totally worth it.” He said, pointing at the television as Karina and I fucked on screen.

“See you both soon...” Hajoon said, showing us the door, a wry smile spread on his wrinkly old face...

[burst-of-iridescent]

South Asian and Hindu Influences in ATLA (Part 1)

disclaimer: i was raised culturally and religiously hindu, and though i've tried to do my research for this post and pair it with my own cultural knowledge, i'm not an expert on hinduism by any means. should i mess up, please let me know.

please also be aware that many of the concepts discussed in this post overlap heavily with religions such as buddhism and jainism, which might have different interpretations and representations. as i'm not from those religions or cultures, i don't want to speak on them, but if anyone with that knowledge wishes to add on, please feel free.

it's well-known that atla draws from indigenous, east and southeast asian influences, but something i rarely see discussed in the fandom is the influences the show takes from hinduism and south asia, and there are actually far more than i think people are aware of.

so here's a (non-exhaustive list) of the main inspirations atla drew from south asian culture and hinduism, starting with...

The Avatar

the title of the show itself is taken from the ancient language of sanskrit, often considered the sacred tongue of the hindu religion. in sanskrit, the word "avatar" means to "descend" or "alight".

the concept of the avatar is a very old one, referring to the physical incarnation of a powerful deity or spirit. the idea of the avatar is most often linked to the god Vishnu, one of three supreme hindu gods collectively called the trimurti, or trinity. the avatar is said to manifest upon earth primarily in times of great need, when balance must be maintained between the forces of good and evil.

atla borrows heavily from this idea in having aang be the incarnation of a divine spirit who returns to the world during a time of immense strife, and is tasked with defeating a great evil to bring balance back to the world. and though i don't know if it was an intentional reference, it's interesting to note that Krishna, the most famous incarnation of Vishnu was also reborn amidst a fierce storm and carried through a raging sea to a new home where he would be protected from the king who sought to kill him. sounds a little familiar, doesn't it?

Agni Kai and the Philosophy of Firebending

the word "agni" derives from the sanskrit name Agni, the god of fire, though it can also generally mean "fire".

the concepts of lightning bending and the sun being the source of firebending are likely also taken from the idea of Agni, since he's said to exist simultaneously in three different forms on three different dimensions: as fire on earth, as lightning in the atmosphere, and as the sun in the sky.

Agni is a significant aspect of many rituals, including marriage rites, death rites, and the festivals of holi and diwali. the concept of Agni is one of duality: life and death, rebirth and destruction. hindu rituals accept and celebrate both aspects, revolving around the idea that destruction is not separate from creation, but rather necessary to facilitate it. the cremation of the dead, for instance, is seen as purification, not destruction: burning away the physical form so the soul is unencumbered, set free to continue the reincarnation cycle.

this influence can be seen in the firebending masters episode, which discusses the idea of fire being vital to life. the sun warriors safeguarding the original fire and demanding that zuko and aang bring fire to the dragons as a sacrifice could also reference the ritual of Agnihotra - the ritual of keeping a fire at the home hearth and making offerings to it. the purpose of this ritual differs depending on which text you refer to, but it is generally believed to purify the person and atmosphere in which it is performed, similar to how zuko and aang must make offerings to ran and shaw and survive their fire before being deemed worthy and pure.

Agnihotra is said to serve as a symbolic reminder of the vitality and importance of fire as the driving force of life, a lesson that zuko and aang also internalize from their encounter with the dragons.

Bumi

bumi's name is taken from the sanskrit word "bhumi", which means "earth". it's also the name of the hindu goddess of the earth, bumi or bhudevi.

one of the things the original animation didn't do and which i really enjoyed about the live action was that they made bumi indian and added desi inspiration to omashu. it makes perfect sense for a king whose name is as hindu-inspired as they come.

NWT Royal Palace

chief arnook's palace in the northern water tribe takes inspiration from the gopurams of hindu temples, massive pyramidal structures that served as entrance towers to the temple.

gopurams were built tall enough to be seen for miles around, beacons to signal tired or weary travellers who wished for a place to rest that a temple was nearby. it's a nice touch that the chief's palace is located in front of the spirit oasis, a similarly symbolic entryway to a sanctuary housing otherworldly deities.

Betrothal Necklaces

to preface: i doubt this was an intentional reference, and this great post talks about other cultures that could have inspired the water tribe betrothal necklaces. given the desi influence in the nwt architecture however, i figured it was worth mentioning.

the idea of betrothal necklaces being given to women by their male partners is similar to the thaali, a necklace given to hindu wives by their husbands. during hindu weddings, grooms tie the thaali around their brides' necks to symbolize their marriage. once given, wives are expected to wear their thaali till the day they die, as doing so is believed to bring good luck, health and prosperity to their husbands.

Chi-Blocking

though chi-blocking takes primary inspiration from the art of Dim Mak, it is also influenced by the south indian martial arts forms of adimurai and kalaripayattu, both of which include techniques of striking vital points in the body to disable or kill an opponent.

kalaripayattu also shares parallels with firebending, being a very physically demanding, aggressive martial art that emphasises the importance of discipline and mental fortitude. control of the mind is essential to control of the body, a philosophy similar to that espoused by iroh across the show.

Wan Shi Tong's Library

the library draws inspiration partly from the taj mahal, the famous mausoleum constructed by shah jahan during the mughal empire as a monument to his beloved wife, mumtaz mahal.

i'll end this post here since it's getting too long as it is, and the following section will be even longer. for while atla treated the concepts in this post with respect, the same unfortunately cannot be said for its depiction of guru pathik and combustion man - both of which we'll be discussing next.

[redr0sewrites]

Hi! I'd like to make a request if you're still open for then. It's more like two, actually. I got my nails done the other day, and I've been excited to show everyone since it's the first time I've ever done this! I was wondering if I could get one for the hazbin Hotel men and how they would react to them. For the second one I was hoping for the same characters being with a chubby reader?

Specifically, I'm curious about husk, vox and angel dust but I also wouldn't mind the rest like Adam and alastor. Just no Valentino obvi

(Romantic pls! Preferably sfw for both requests)

Thank you so much!!!

YESSSSS OFC OFC!!!! i made the pt2 w chubby!reader hcs in a separate post and linked it ♥️

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff

🥀Pairing(s): Husk, Vox, Angel Dust, Lucifer

Husk

husk is 100% a supportive boyfriend and he admires you whenever you get your nails done

while he may not be super up to date on modern technology, he will TOTALLY take super aesthetic nail pics for you and do his best to make sure you and your nails look fabulous

if its your first time getting your nails done and your a bit nervous, husk has no qualms about accompanying you. toxic masculinity be damned, he'll sit beside you the whole time and chat with you and your nail technician about whatever

he gives great advice when it comes to colors and styles, and if you ever came to him for advice on what nails you should wear, be prepared for an entire formal slideshow on what colors he thinks would look best on you

husk loves when your nails tap against hard surfaces, the soft clicking is very soothing to him. his ears always twitch towards the sound of your fingers drumming against the bartop counter when your sitting with him while he works

he loves how your nails feel combing through his fur, and will absolutely PURR when you scratch his ears with them but will deny it to no end if you tease him about it

Vox

vox is pretty perceptive, and notices almost immediately that you changed your nails. he'll ask to see them, and will definitely praise you because of how stylish they look. vox knows you have good taste, your dating him after all!!

vox would probably show off your nails to others, and would offer for velvette to post about them on her sinstagram. or, he'll just post about you on his own account. maybe he'll take a photo of you and him with your nails in view, "casually" mentioning how lovely they look and drawing viewers attention to your lovely nails. he loves it when you both receive attention, and he wants people to know he sees you as a masterpiece

vox knows getting your nails done can take some time, and while he can't always be there in person, he'll make sure to call you or text you to make the wait more bearable. expect a lot of questions about when you'll be home, or how much longer the appointment will take

vox would probably start buffering and short circuit if he saw that your nails matched his color scheme. he LOVES the idea of you both matching through your nails, and might subtly suggest that you get blue and pink nails next time

Angel Dust

angel dust is practically your hype man! the second you tell him you're going to get your nails done he offers to accompany you, and will get a set that matches with yours!!! he loves holding your hand and admiring the way your nails match, and will randomly ask to hold your hand for the entire time you have your new nails

i'd say that angel has definitely gotten his nails done before and is probably pretty used to it, so he'll definitely calm any nerves you have. he looovessss showing off your guys' matching nails and will take a bunch of cute aesthetic nail pics with you!!!!

considering he's a celebrity, he would LOVE it if you got nails inspired by him!!!!

you two would totally have spa dates where you would go out and have full selfcare days, and get your nails done together. imagine just chilling with angel in a nail salon, relaxing as your nail technician works on your hands while your lover rambles aimlessly beside you. its a very affectionate and soft date that the two of you enjoy, and you end up going out with angel to get your nails done quite frequently

Lucifer

lucifer would 100% offer to accompany you if you were getting your nails done!!! he would love just getting to sit with you and chat while he watched you get your nails done, and would probably ask a lot of questions

once your nails are officially done, he showers you in compliments!!! he adores everything from the colors to the design, simply because you chose it

if you got super long nails or acrylics, lucifer would absolutely offer to do simple tasks for you. fumbling with a necklace clasp because your nails are too long? here, let him do it for you! can't pick up a tiny item? he practically teleports to your side! struggling to type?? here, just tell him what to say and he'll type every word for you!!!!

lucifer loves kissing your hands, and he loves doing it even more once you start getting your nails done. he'll press a kiss to each nail, traveling up to kiss your knuckles and then all the way up your arm to kiss your face

IVE NEVER GOTTEN MY NAILS DONE SO I TRIED TO BE AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE!!!!! APOLOGIES FOR ANY MISTAKES 😭 this was also my first time writing for husk + angel dust, which is actually shockers considering they're literally two of my favs

[familyabolisher]

you mentioned something about knights when you were talking about Joan of arc and i was wondering if you could expand on it? or link something that shared your perspective?

a lot of what people are drawing on when they talk about eg. "butch knights" or otherwise use knights as an articulation of a particular (generally non-normative) mode of gender is located within the chivalric imaginary. broadly speaking, chivalry as a european cultural phenomenon emerged in the literature of the late crusading era, largely fermented in the chrysalis of nostalgia for christian conquest and rule of the so-termed 'holy land' in west asia; crusading, in turn, was of course a bloodthirsty practice of christian conquest leading to the slaughter of vast swathes of muslim and jewish populations—cf. for example, the rhinelands pogroms or the aftermath of the siege of jerusalem in 1099, or the siege of maarat in 1098. chivalry as a cultural construct was significantly steeped in a desire to reconcile the military practices of knights with the guidance of the church, and the paradigmatic 'chivalric knight' was one whose military prowess or whatever could be matched by his piety. we see this effort to reconcile the 'worldly' with the spiritual as a galvanising force in much of the key works of chivalric lit; chrétien de troyes' perceval being a key example, or the narrative tensions around lancelot and galahad throughout the arthurian canon. the point is: chivalry is a phenomenon loyal to medieval european christianity, and deference to a medieval imaginary is most often reactionary. (cf., for example, the weight held by nostalgia for the 'chivalric era' in the ruling class of the antebellum american south.)

in chivalry and violence in medieval europe, richard kaeuper writes against the impetus to take the romantic image of the chivalric knight (as we may find in, say, chrétien de troyes) at face value, and urges us as historians to understand instead that many of our sources on the chivalric imaginary were produced as part of a reform effort promoting this idealised cultural construct. the natural follow-on here, of course, is that a reform effort must have a particular political tempering, and—imo—a meaningful queer politic of gender should be capable of understanding and reckoning with that political tempering which continues to hold currency in the present day rather than borrowing what we like and discarding what we don't.

like…knights are a state militia, chivalry is a social relation constructed around that fact, steeped in the presumed supremacy of the church, and loyal to the primary governing power. these very vague ideas around deference to 'ladies' (drawing on a romanticisation of the ruling class, ofc) can't really be separated from their broader social setting and the relations of power that chivalry sought to articulate and affirm. in short: it's very very white and it's very very goyish.

this isn't to say that like, everyone who does this has to Stop Immediately or else they're directly endorsing the ideological thorniness that chivalry invokes, but i do think it's worth spending some time with what it is that makes these cultural histories a) hold currency in the present discourse and b) appeal specifically to a lesbian/butch/transmasc/etc. imaginary. what are we trying to integrate ourselves into and what ideological hegemons are we trying to resist, and are we succeeding? can we be more imaginative?

[also—this was a very broad overview off the top of my largely unqualified head. would recommend going away and reading more about the history of chivalry + chivalric lit + the crusades if you're interested; the kaeuper text is a good starting-point.]

[frankingsteinery]

been sitting on this for awhile because its a bit controversial, but its one of the main reasons i was pushed into the frankenstein fandom space so i figured it was high time to talk about it

ive noticed that theres this general opinion, both among scholars and present in more fandom-y spaces, that victor is somehow effeminate for what are ultimately symptoms of disability (fainting spells, being bedridden, hysteria, etc) as if being physically or mentally ill is something that is inherently feminine. i have read articles published by academics that victor’s sickness is proof of his “femininity,” which is why he wants to take on the traditional part of a woman, that is, childbirth (via creature)

even in general, and not on an academic level, it emerges in jokes or memes all over the place — people poking at victor for being weak, or sick, or a gay little UWU bean sub, because aw hes fainting all the time XD and he’s sooo dramatic! as if these things were somehow both his choice, and somehow innately feminine

so, not only is there this weird link people are attempting to draw between disability and femininity, but also queerness (particularly, ive noticed, being a “bottom” or “sub” — but thats a whole separate can of worms) and femininity. as if being either of these things is inherently girly or cutesy and thus worthy of being made fun of

there comes a point (particularly when these interpretations leak into broader understandings of something via pop culture), where, for lack of a better word, it comes off as fetishizing or romanticizing queerness and/or queer relationships

and while this may seem relatively harmless on the surface and comes off as just thoughtless jokes made in bad taste, it IS serious. not just within the context of frankenstein, but the general premise of the severity that even subconscious reinforcement of detrimental and stereotypical ideas should be treated with. its a slippery slope from jokes to notions that affect you and how you see the world

this is obviously part of a broader problem with the way disability, gender, identity and etc is thought about and taught, which results in people harboring all sorts of these types of underlying prejudices. its just that victor happens to be a particularly good example, wherein he is a feminized man that is ascribed as “weak,” and the attribute “weak” is ascribed to someone who has been historically analyzed as both disabled and queer. this has been reinforced for decades, and i feel like this treatment of his character in this way is so blatantly obvious and runs rampant while it goes nearly entirely unchecked — and also in the case of frankenstein discourse, its often a quadruple whammy (ableism, misogyny, transphobia, homophobia)

and the worst part is that it is so often completely unintentional, and the bulk of this sort of content are well-meaning jokes. i genuinely don’t think people do this in bad faith or out of malice, but spreading these concepts even in formats that appear to be harmless (jokes, memes) just contribute to and continue to spread these ideas and stereotypes. its frustrating because its hard to point out and bring attention to without coming off as nitpicky or overly sensitive because this sort of thing is just so SUBTLE, and these beliefs are so gradually learned and then reinforced on a subconscious level

i could go on but for risk of sounding redundant ill digress, however to be clear this is not me saying you cant view victor as transfem, or disabled, or queer (i do!), or to view him as feminine, or etc, but that you should look at the reasons for WHY you think so, and how you or others treat the subject when talking about it.

[pluralthey]

is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic

hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.

i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.

i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.

the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.

she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)

at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.

she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now

the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.

chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.

the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.

i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.

the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.

i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.

tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.

i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.

i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.

[dira333]

Facing the Sun - Tokoyami x Reader

I have been sitting on this idea for ages. I hope you guys like it.

And yes, these are lizards. Reader got a Lizard Quirk. Fireproof skin, cool patterns.

Tagging @fuzztacular because you know why

Class 1a Shenanigans ahead - I am most proud of those parts, actually

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“A Toast!” Kaminari screams at the top of his lungs, raising his glass like he’s trying to ram it into something. “To not being married!”

Judging the faces of his friends, Tokoyami is not the only one who’s glad that the music is too loud to properly communicate, hiding Kaminari’s intoxication from the rest of the bar. 

“I think he’s had enough,” Kirishima starts, which is hardly surprising. It’s a little more surprising, however, that Iida hasn’t intervened yet.

“Where’s Iida anyway?” Shoji asks to his right, revealing yet again his uncanny ability to read his mind.

“He’s being pestered by some girl at the bar,” Ojiro reveals. “I think she’s into him.”

They all turn, no longer worried about Kaminari. Kirishima’s got him, after all.

And it’s true, Iida’s broad form seems glued to the bar, the colorful lights creating patterns on his dark hair. It’s hard to tell from this distance and in this lightning, but Iida looks like he’s blushing. 

“Is she flirting with him?” Shoji asks, speaking out what Tokoyami is thinking. He’s not well-versed in what’s considered flirting nowadays. His father tells tales of holding open doors and annoying girls until they agree to go on a date with him.

But the hand now dancing up their friend's arm leaves little room for misinterpretation. They turn away yet again, simultaneously deciding to give Iida the most privacy this place offers.

“I thought it was you,” a voice calls out over the loud music.

Tokoyami’s not sure what makes him look up. He’s hardly the one addressed in a nightclub, even less by a statement like this.

But maybe it’s the tone of voice, the little lisp that’s barely there - you have to look for it to catch it - or something else. Dark Shadow reacts before him, barrelling forward.

“Hi!” It screeches, excitement audible in its voice. Tokoyami pulls it back, but not fast enough.

“Hi!” You grin, teeth reflecting the flashing lights. You’re doing nothing more but holding a drink but it feels natural, cool, like it’s all you do all day or just something you couldn’t be less bothered about. 

He can feel himself panicking under your gaze, sweat dripping down his back.

“Didn’t think I’d meet you at a place like this, Tsukuyomi,” you’re still grinning, raising your glass to sip from it only to realize it’s basically empty. You pout and it sends a thrill through his body, sharp enough to have Dark Shadow draw back into his side. 

You look up at him and the light switches, only for a heartbeat long, to a yellowish color. It highlights the markings on your skin, the pattern reminding him of a lizard or a snake. His heart skips a painful beat just as Ojiro digs his elbow into his other side.

“What?” Tokoyami asks, suddenly able to talk again.

“Go get her a drink.” Ojiro urges, barely audibly above the music.

Tokoyami swallows, turns back to you. Your smile tells him that you already know what he’s going to say before he opens his beak.

“Oh, but only if I’m coming along,” you take the few steps separating the two of you and link your arms together with a naturalness he can only be envious of.

-

“You’re not bringing your girlfriend?” Mina asks a week later at a get-together. 

Tokoyami’s beak opens and closes.  No words appear on his tongue.

Dark Shadow is less hesitant.

“She had to work,” it pipes up.

“I didn’t ask,” he corrects immediately, glad no one can tell that his cheeks are heating up. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Looked differently at the club,” Ojiro jokes with a smug grin on his face. It’s a miracle he’s still able to make a face like that with the way he’s mushed into the Couch, Asui cuddled into his side. 

“She’s just like that,” he argues, but it falls on deaf ears. He’d argue more, but Kaminari is more important right now, waxing painful poetic about how he’s going to die single anyway and they should just let him die.

“You’re cute,” Bakugo grumbles, clearly annoyed that he has to be the one to say it, “You’re going to be in a relationship in no time.”

“Really?” Kaminari wipes away his tears. “You think so?”

“Don’t make me repeat it, Dunce-Face.” Bakugo’s face looks like he’s been forced to eat a lemon, peel and all, but his sweaty hand reaches over and pats Kaminari’s head, once, twice, just long enough for the shutter to click.

“I’m never going to delete that,” Mina swears, pressing the phone against her chest before turning around, finger-pointing.

“Now, Tokoyami, I heard girlfriend. I need to know all the details.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” he claims, but he knows it’s a lost cause before the words are out. Mina aced the interrogation exams after all.

-

The building is on fire by the time he gets there. Which shouldn’t be happening. He’d been in the area, he’d raced over, he’d gotten the call just mere minutes ago.

But the building is on fire, flames devouring the high rise like it’s made of paper and not reinforced concrete. 

He’s not the hero that should be dealing with this. 

The fire is lighting up the night in a way that has Dark Shadow pulling back, drawing into itself. 

But there’s no use, not when he knows that there are still people inside.

He’s just about to leap into the air when the fire truck arrives, siren blaring audible over the crackling of fire.

You spot him first, race over without an ounce of fear in your eyes.

“You! I saw you on TV. You can fly, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, carry me up there.”

There’s something in your voice, a little lisp maybe, or something else, that has him follow your demands. 

You swing yourself into the flames like it’s something you do every day, something you couldn’t care less about. And by the time he breaks through the windows of the Penthouse apartment, you’re shooing people up the stairs, grinning at him like this is just a regular Tuesday.

You’re breathless and soot-stained, but your smile has him fighting to catch a breath.

And it’s only later when you walk up to him, the flickering blue light of the ambulance casting shadows over your face, that he recognizes the feelings for what they are.

“But it was just the adrenaline pumping through my veins, right?” He asks, only now realizing that the room has turned silent around him.

“Damnnnn!” Kaminari crows from his seat on the flour, tears in his eyes. “You’re in love.”

He bristles immediately. “I’m not!”

“Oh, come on!” Kaminari wails, “Just admit it. Revel in it. Enjoy it… For me?”

Tokoyami turns his head, trying to get away from Kaminari’s sad puppy dog eyes - still his most effective weapon. He doesn’t know how to explain it, to someone who’s never lived through it, the experience of being accepted but not understood. 

You’re not like him, not like that. 

Tokoyami can tell by the way you move, talk, laugh, exist. You’re effortlessly natural and it must be easy too, when your natural self blends in with all the others too.

He catches Shoji’s eyes over the table, feeling relief and pain at the same time, as he reads understanding in them.

Shoji’s like him, too. He’s being himself, even though it’s never been easy.

How it must be, he wonders, how it must be, when being yourself is exactly what society wants you to be.

-

Rain has soaked through his costume. Dark Shadow is nibbling on a protein bar he’d never managed to bring himself to eat and a streetlight above him flickers glumly.

It’s the perfect night for his Quirk, dark and damp and cold. Unfortunately it’s also the perfect night for staying inside. 

If any shady business is going down, it’s going on indoors. He’s been out of work for hours now, wandering the streets for Patrole.

“Tokoyami?”

He pulls back Dark Shadow before it can lurch forward. He knows that voice.

When he calls out your name, he’s half-expecting someone with a transformation Quirk. Your shy smile does nothing to reassure him.

“Hey, I…” You hesitate when he takes a step back. “Everything okay?”

“Unmask yourself,” he demands.

You let out a snort. “Excuse me? I’m not going to undress myself in the rain! I’m cold already.”

“If you’re thinking about attacking me-”

“Tokoyami!” You interrupt him, anger emphasizing your lisp. “I’m myself. I’m not going to attack you! Please believe me!”

He hesitates for a second before shuffling in his seat.

“Sorry.” His eyes drop to the floor. “Old habits.”

You let out a breathe, the air clouding in front of your face.

“I get it. I’m… Some traumas run deep, huh?”

He nods, though still not quite able to look at you. You run a hand over your face and shiver.

“Sucks that I have to ask, but I’m running cold and I don’t really want to freeze in this alley… Can I… come up?”

He blinks. It’s that moment of inattentiveness that Dark Shadow uses, drawing out of him and clutching you between its hands, pulling you up in seconds.

You squeak in surprise first, then you laugh, open and carefree, as if you’re not being manhandled by a creature of darkness. You land next to him, staggering in your steps, umbrella falling out of your hands as you try to braze yourself yet fall into him. 

Your skin is cold underneath his fingertips, your face presses against his shoulder.

It feels wrong and right at the same time, to be this close. He’s exposing himself, essentially, to any attack coming from you, yet he can feel himself trusting, falling even as he’s the one holding you up.

“You’re cold.” He states and you snort again.

“Comes with the Quirk,” you joke, “I like it more when it’s hot. Lizard-type Quirks often share that trait.”

“Do you want to-” He stretches his arm, opens his cloak to you. 

“Well, if you’re asking…” You wiggle into him, let out a grunt when you realize that he’s mostly damp.

“In my head, this was going to be more romantic,” you say and he freezes next to you. You talk on, unperturbed. “I knew you were patrolling tonight because I asked your coworker for your routes. I didn’t think there were that many dark allies you could hide yourself in, though. I’ve been looking for you for hours.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yeah.” You huff, face pressed against his shoulder. “I was… Look, if I’m being too forward with you, you can tell me, okay? I know I’m too much sometimes.”

The only reason he doesn’t flinch back at that statement is because he’s trained not to flinch. But he wants to, desperately. Even Dark Shadow thinks your words are ludicrous, calling out a raspy “Too much?!”.

“You’re like, the most normal cool person I’ve ever met,” he argues against you and you laugh. 

“Normal?” You chuckle. “Cool? Have you met me? I get constantly grilled for my overt need to prove myself and the fact that I tend to take risks not seriously enough. I swung myself into a freaking fire the first time we met, remember?”

“Yeah, but you seemed to know what you were doing.”

“I mean, I was, yeah, but… I was trying to…” You turn away as you mutter the rest of your sentence, but he can still hear it, every single glorious word. “...Impress you…”

“Why?”

“Remember when the Juggler Bandits broke into that high rise in the banker district? We came in for rescue, not that you needed it. I think that was the first time I saw you in action. It was just…” You blow up your cheeks as you try to find the words, but instead you just flail your hands around. “But you’re… like… unapproachable. You’re just this cool shadow, no pun intended, hanging back yet having an eye on everything.”

“I didn’t notice you back then.” The words slip out before he can stop them. It’s not meant the way they sound, because surely, he should have noticed you, right? How could he have missed you, when all he does is think about you since that fire.

You huff tough, punch his shoulder playfully - he hopes it’s meant playfully, because you got a mean right swing - and lean back into him.

“Of course you didn’t notice me. I was in the middle of a shed, I was so awkward and wore a full on suit. But, like, I’ve been trying my best, okay, to impress you. And I thought it was working, in away. That you’re interested in me too. But if you’re not, and I’ve misread it, that’s okay. I just… I want to be open about this.”

“We’re interested!” Dark Shadow calls out, its raspy voice cutting through the moment. You try to hide your giggling behind your hands, but he can hear it, feel it even, filling his belly with warmth. 

Your hand reaches for his first. When he takes it, your smile reminds him of the sun.

For the first time, he does not fear its light.

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My Kofi if you want to tip me

[kewrnage]

revival of hearts.

synopsis. ever since jason formed the outlaws, he thought his love for you slowly slipped away, especially in artemis' presence, but then he realized something that's because of you.

꒰ pairing ꒱ — jason todd x fem! reader.

꒰ genre ꒱ — angst with a happy ending.

Should you truly act as if everything is fine? You genuinely don't know. 

Those many months he spent apart from you felt like ages, since it had almost been a year for him without your touch. It lingers, the way his thumb would brush against the back of your hand so delicately. You missed it, dearly.

You couldn't utter his name without disbelief. Only his face, with some long-lasting war scars. Jason, it merely comes an expression of incredulity, just like the day he told you you were trapped in another's loving hand. 

Until now, your heart had been unable to bear the weight of the anguish struck in your chest, caught in the liberation of a broken heart, that he had found another, just right when he had said it right to your face on that meet up. He did fine without you. Artemis must've been a great company to him.

Is he actually to blame? He is, after all, a vigilante, which means he gets a lot of chances to meet fresh faces. You'd always assumed that the two of you shouldn't be in proximity, that a vigilante and a regular citizen couldn't prevail, and the uncomfortable truth became a reality. 

It had been a year since you haven't seen him, though such a thought would linger in the most random moments. Since you failed to let him escape your mind— his image still haunts you, his name still spoken amongst the stories from the underworld and in the dark alleyways.

Because you blocked his number, the plethora of missed calls and text messages couldn't reach you, blinded by your pride and anguish, you didn't know. and he merely abandoned what the two of you shared.

Though, toward the end of Jason's journey with the Outlaws, an unconfirmed connection he had with Artemis, eventually came to a finality too. Their hearts were linked, but for a brief time, they thought everything about them was platonic.

Artemis bid goodbye to Jason with an epiphany realization of their tie on the eve of their departure, imploring him to return to you no matter what, telling him that perhaps his true home was in your psyche. They parted ways after that. It is unknown when fate will bring them back together.

But, for the time being, Jason allowed himself to bask in the afterglow with his erstwhile comrades before attempting to discover and stand in your path once more.

He spent a week separating himself from you and gathered ideas for ways to get you in touch with him again.

As the sun shone brightly, you stood out among the golden daytime crowd, with strands of light falling on your hair and eyes. A few feet away, he had seen you with both of his eyes and was suddenly caught by the actualization that he too missed you.

He was drawing nearer to you gradually as you followed closely behind the crowd. His feet were betraying him; he isn't quite ready yet, but this will be the turning point.

A hand abruptly made contact with your shoulder, causing you to be frozen in your steps. Your curiosity was piqued by the lovely parole of your name, prompting you to turn around as your eyes met those softened gazes of piercing pupils cast in your way, which was a bit close to you.

You stayed motionless for a nanosecond until you recognized the person in front of you—the one who was there in your voyage of amorous reverie, which you thought had ended. It caught you off guard since your heart was bursting out of your throat and dropping out of your chest at the same time.

In front of you, he stood tall yet his heart was weak. "I'm sorry for all those months I couldn't get to you," he continued, regretting in tone and eyes that he never returned. He can imagine the content look on your face when there hasn't been conflict between the two of you in those earlier times.

Despite the fact that it failed to convince you to forgive, doubts still remained as evident in your trembling voice when you questioned, "and I waited for nothing. Were you happy with her?" Your uneasy sigh accompanied the inquiry.   Witnessing you in such a state, where your heart visibly sank due to the distressing memory of his departure, caused him distress as well.  

He hesitated upon being asked that question sincerely. Despite the lingering emotions within him, Jason felt compelled to respond truthfully, confessing that he still holds deep affection for you. "Yeah," he murmured softly. Anxious, you await his subsequent answers, desperately attempting to prevent tears from blurring your vision.  

"But I realized," he mused wistfully, tugging at his lips with a hint of bitterness, as he delved into memories of his encounters with Artemis. Despite the passing of several months, thoughts of you lingered in his mind, yet articulating them seemed unattainable at present; the elusive words he sought eluded him still. 

"She was just a companion, a friend, a sister..." He let out a long breath, acknowledging his defeat with a firm expression. With deeper exhalation, he confessed, "Even if I was with her, I still think about you." His words continued to reveal the truth, and the heavy feeling on his chest disspated, providing a slight sense of comfort, albeit he remained conscious of your startled response. He knows, it was a lot for you to take in.

You stayed hesitant, both of you fortifying for yourself against your apparent sudden outbursts. "I know I made a mistake but will you give me a chance to make it up to you?" This question, you've yearned to listen to, although your gaze betrayed you as tears of warmth streamed down your cheeks, you quietly sniffed. You were still angry with him, but you couldn't reject the fact that your affection for Jason still existed.  

He feels pain witnessing your current state, especially when he is the cause of your tears. Unsure of how to help, he scooped you into his arms tenderly while you continue to weep, releasing all your whirl of emotions with each teardrop. He remains steadfast, ensuring that you won't slip from his warm and safe grasp.  

Jason displayed patience as he awaited your calmness, gently stroking your back in an attempt to bring you comfort.   His heartache for you slightly diminished when the tears in your eyes dried off.  

"Are you okay?" Was all he could manage was to witness your attempt at regaining composure, yet you remained entangled in a state of fragility, you hastily nodded. He sighed in a slight relief. 

"I promise, I'll make it up to you no matter what." He added, as he hadn't allowed his arms branch out, but was still securely curled about you, as you buried your face in his chest, allowing yourself to be alleviated by his tender touch. This causes his lips to curve into a contented smile, and because you seek solace in his touch, he is more than happy to oblige.

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Tears of the Kingdom and the use of Hands

It's frustrating how well Tears of the Kingdom incorporates repeat imagery of hands in some form. It has a lot of this great concept with it, but never really capitalizes on it or uses it in any thematically interesting way since the storytelling is so underwhelming.

From the start of the game, Link's separation from Zelda shows him reaching out and trying to grab her hand and failing to make contact, a scene that's mirrored at the end of the game when you have a moment to dive after Zelda and make the catch you failed to do at the start. The game makes sure to have a button prompt section specifically for touching her hand.

Link of course loses his arm and gets...magic emergency surgery (the disability lens of how Link is portrayed in Tears is an entirely separate conversation. Hoo wee...) and from the beginning of the game Rauru and Link are bonded together with Rauru's arm fused to Link's body. My issues with the Zonai as a race aside, this is still another part of the motif.

During multiple conversations between Zelda and Queen Sonia during the memories, they deliberately draw attention to having Sonia reach out and hold or touch Zelda's hands to emphasize the sincerity and love she's expressing. Sonia verbalizes the connection she feels not just as family but even notes how she can sense the similarities in Zelda's powers.

Honestly, for all the issues in how underwhelming Totk's storytelling is, I genuinely love these little moments with Sonia. I think they likely did it to get around possible limitations of creating nuanced facial expressions they couldn't capture easily, but I still found it very effective by helping the player relate to the sense of touch.

The completion of each temple is marked with a show of loyalty with the newly awakened sage and some variation of handshake or hand contact.

All of this makes it more of a wasted opportunity that they had a scene where Mineru is touching her late brother's hand for the first time after being in slumber for ages and they do nothing with it. You could have her tense up, maybe have her run both her hands across the top of Link's hand after getting to experience some form of touch from her brother for the first time.

There's also the fact that Mineru and Link both have the unique experience of altering their bodies and selves in service of being kept in slumber for a long period of time to carry out the responsibility of saving the world. Both of them carry the emotional weight of having to leave behind their friends, family, and the world they knew all in service of this grand plan with Zelda behind it all and yet they never capitalize on any of this. Pretty much nobody else can really relate to this situation and it'd make a great storytelling point to focus on her.

Back to the hands though, we all know the most iconic enemy in Tears of the Kingdom are the gloom spawn, which everyone calls the Gloom Hands.

The end of each shrine you're met with a Statue of Sonia and Rauru greeting you with hands held together as they stand as one.

Hands and the constant element of contact to convey significant moments would be effective in a story about community and the connection and strength that comes from cultivating it and organizing. There's also the obvious connection of unity.

TotK kind of have an aspect and theme of community care or try to lean in on that idea, but it's also messy and undermined when taken with *gestures at everything else*

I dunno. I think the repeat imagery of hands is a really thoughtful choice to convey climactic moments of these scenes. I just wish there was more actual meat to the story to give it some weight.

I've considered doing an addendum video to my Gerudo discussion talking about TotK's storytelling and maybe some of the things that come to mind with the portrayal of Ganon and the Zonai, cuz boy do they have some...implications.

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Golden hour.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

(photo credit: @KristenPMedia)

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Word count: 4.5K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, graphic sexual content, dirty talk, oral (m&f!receiving), anal play (m!receiving), pwp.

Summary: After a relaxing shower, an idea comes to your mind.

Author's note: This is my first fic and I am a bit nervous to post it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Link to part two -> Little Devil.

Link to part three -> Souls on fire.

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You were laying across the pristine white sheets of the bed in your shared hotel room, looking at the golden sunlight drawing patterns on the wooden ceiling. You had just showered off the dust and sweat of the hike you had gotten back from less than an hour ago.

The fresh fabric of the sheets was a blessing on your flushed skin. The tiredness of the day was slowly making its way onto your body, your eyelids were turning heavier every second more.

You were tired, really tired.

He noticed too.

With a sweet tired smile and a kiss on your forehead, he sent you out of the inviting hot shower you two were sharing to go lay on the bed, waiting for him to finish washing his hair.

"Go lay down baby, you are sleeping standing up" he said in a whispered chuckle against your ear.

His exhausted raspy voice was delicious and it made goosebumps raise on your skin.

But you didn't have the energy to pursue what your body wanted.

Now, you were laying sprawled on the bed with your head slightly hanging from the side of the mattress, listening to the relaxing sound of the water still running on the other side of the wall.

You followed his advice and slowly maneuvered yourself out of the shower, wrapping a towel loosely around yourself and your hair.

Your damp hair was hanging down the side of the bed and it was slowly curling on the ends as it air-dried.

Eyes closed, a little smile made its way onto your lips as you listened to the soft humming of his voice, muffled by the water and the door separating the both of you.

In your drowsy state, your mind started to wander, imagining him under the scorching hot stream of the shower.

You imagined being one of the many droplets making its lazy journey across his mouth-watering body and, instinctively, your thighs clenched together.

Your mind traveled with the water down the bridge of his nose, on his plump rosy lips and down his neck. Your thoughts pooled with the water into the hollows of his collarbone as he rinsed the shampoo from his long hair that was sticking wet down his slightly arched back. Your imaginary journey continued down his spine and stopped on his perfect ass.

It was, by far, your favourite part of his body, along with his stunning thighs, but you never admitted it to him.

Right before exiting the shower you had gotten a wonderful view of his strong back and you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering lower, taking in and admiring the breathtaking sight before you.

Involuntarily, your tongue wetted your lips slowly as the images of his gorgeous butt and thighs kept appearing behind your eyelids.

In your hazy state you didn't notice the water turning off.

You were startled by the sound of the bathroom door opening. With your head upside down, hanging from the side of the bed, you opened your eyes to see him exit, still very much wet. He had a towel wrapped loose around his waist. The smell of his shampoo was making your eyes roll back into your skull.

It was delicious, just like him.

It really didn't help you to cool down the fact that the bright white fabric of the towel contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin. Your eyes lingered on his soft, yet toned tummy and you had to suppress the little whimper that threatened to escape you.

You realized you were staring when it was too late. He had already a knowing smirk on his beautiful face, knowing you too well not to understand where your mind was heading.

You tried to play dumb and he let you win, coming closer to you and stroking the delicate skin of your extended neck with his thumb, innocently.

He was astonishingly beautiful, his damp tanned skin was glowing under the last golden rays of sunshine filtering through the windows. The setting sun was gifting him with the last pecks of orange light of the day, making his warm brown eyes seem even more warmer, the more he looked at you.

You wanted him.

Your hands extended upwards and he grabbed them playfully, squeezing them. You both laughed but, suddenly, you stopped.

You needed him.

An idea came to your mind.

"What's wrong, baby?" He witnessed the change in your expression and tried to investigate it. His hands left yours to caress your cheeks.

"Nothing, just… thinking" you said with a glint in your eyes that he immediately noticed. His eyes turned playful and a bit worried.

"Whoa, do I need to worry? Am I in trouble?" He asked you with a light chuckle. His beautiful voice was raspier than ever.

You laughed and he joined you.

"No" you told him, keeping your eyes glued to his slowly darkening gaze from your upside-down position on the bed. Then you brought his wrist to your mouth and kissed the tender skin there.

"Not yet" you went on and suddenly bit his wrist, making him hiss.

You sucked on his skin and, once you were satisfied, you released it, placing a tender kiss on the purplish mark that was forming there.

Your hands slowly made their way up to his hips and grasped the soft white towel he still had on.

You looked him in the eyes to ask his permission and he granted it to you right away with a little smirk. It loosened almost immediately and it fell on the floor with a low thud, leaving him completely naked, in all his glory, right before your eyes.

The height of the mattress allowed you to be exactly on  eye level with his beautiful member.

You bit your lower lip to prevent a little moan to escape as you admired him, feeling heat pool between your legs at the sight.

He was still soft but you knew that it was a matter of seconds before he started to grow before your eyes. Your hands resumed their position on his hips and squeezed, making your nails dig into his delicate skin. He groaned but your grasp didn't budge. Your thumbs pressed into his hip bones and you brought him forward.

The mere feeling of your warm breath on his damp skin made goosebumps raise onto his skin.

A little whine escaped him and it turned into a groan when you decided to torture him further blowing on him. As you expected, he was slowly hardening under your delicate ministrations and your mouth started to water.

Turning your head slightly to the side you decided to place a little innocent kiss on his thigh and you felt the muscle twitch. Without thinking you opened your mouth and bit on the same place you just kissed, making him groan again.

"Fuck" he whispered as you started sucking a mark there, too.

You wanted to unravel him, just like that.

Suddenly, you started skimming your lips on the underside of his hardening member and this time his hands craddled your face on either side.

He spoke, keeping eye contact and it was your turn to whine now.

"God, baby, I wish you could see yourself like this." His cock was resting half erect  on your lips, his tip grazing slightly past your chin.

He pushed himself closer to the bed, to the point you couldn't look into his eyes anymore. You felt his length slide onto your lips. His tip now rested on the hollow of your extended throat.

"If I fucked your throat right now, I would reach here, fuck" you felt his finger stroke your neck right where his tip would be if his cock was burried deep into the warmth of your throat. You moaned his name and he chuckled.

You loved when he talked like that.

"What got you so worked up, doll?" He asked genuinely curious about what was possessing you right now.

He pulled away just enough to allow you to look him in the eyes, but you quickly grasped his hips to prevent him from backing too far away from your mouth.

You pushed your tongue out of your mouth and, with the grasp you had on his hips, you guided him forward, just enough for his tip to glide against the wet warm flat of your tongue.

"Shit" he moaned lowly and repeated the action a few times. His hands were again on either side of your face, keeping you in place gently.

He was fully hard now. It rested proud and strong below his navel. One of your hands slowly inched upwards and you languidly wrapped your fingers around him.

You noticed how his breath hitched in his throat as your other hand slowly loosened the damp towel from around your body, displaying yourself to his hungry eyes completely.

"Look at you, baby, all spread out and beautiful, just for me" he praised you.

This served as a distraction for him as you directed your mouth towards his balls, licking an experimental stripe over the delicate skin there.

The moan that sounded through the room had you mirroring him in a matter of seconds. He sounded delectable and so turned on.

And you were just getting started.

"Baby, fu-fuck" he moaned. The hand that you had wrapped around his length started stroking him and the other grasped his hip tightly, keeping him close to you.

He was already leaking precum and you started to spread it on his head with slow, steady, circular motions of your thumb, with every gentle stroke.

You knew this rhythm wasn't enough for him to come undone but he didn't seem to mind.

You didn't mind either, not one bit, you could have done that all night without a single complaint.

After a few moments, you decided to give him more. You grazed his right hip with your nails, gaining a strangled groan and brought him forward again, while your other hand kept stroking him with a slow steady rhythm. You slowly dragged the flat of your tongue again on his balls and then you sucked them gently into your mouth.

He almost choked, a whiny drawn-out moan escaped his plush lips. You had never done this before so you were extra cautious with him, in fear of hurting him accidentally with your teeth. After an experimental moment, you detached your mouth from him and you heard him whine. You maneuvered yourself in order to be able to see his face.

"Are you ok with this, Jake?" You whispered, you were a bit worried to cross his boundaries too much.

"Holy fuck, Y/N. Yes I am really ok with this." He said with a breathless chuckle and you exhaled a worried breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Actually, you can do whatever you want to me.  I trust you with my life" he said with a pleased smile stroking one of your eyebrows.

"Good, 'cause I'm just getting started here" you wiggled your eyebrows at him and he laughed heartily.

You didn't need to be told twice. You resumed your position with your head between his legs and took his balls gently inside your mouth, again.

"Shit, baby - your mouth is so… so fucking good. I want to stay l-like this forever." His words were punctuated by shaky needy breaths.

This time, your tongue started to knead languidly at his balls as your hand slightly picked up its pace on his erection.

He groaned as you pressed one of his balls on the roof of your mouth with your tongue.

Saliva was gathering into your mouth and it was starting to slowly dribble out of your lips. You swallowed it down and the motion had your mouth squeeze lightly around him.

"Jesus, fuck, baby" he growled. His hands slowly made their way to your chest, caressing your breasts gently and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

You melted at his touch.

You suspected he was doing this to keep himself glued to reality and not loose himself too much in what you were doing to him.

This thought had you moaning around him.

Now you knew how good he felt when he was the one in control. Usually, he was the one to lead the game and basked in the complete dominance he had over your body. He loved it, the utter power he had on you, but now… you were the one pulling at his strings and you loved it too, you adored the way he gave himself totally and unconditionally to you.

You couldn't wait to unravel him completely.

Your hand tightened slightly around him and you let go of his balls.

Your tongue stroked the underside of them and then, light as a feather, dipped further back, right behind them, licking softly on the spot between them and his backside.

You repeated the same motion, but a particularly harsh pinch of your nipple had your pointed tongue press there with a little more pressure than before.

He choked out a loud broken moan and his knees nearly buckled. He had to grip the white comforter on either side of your torso in order to keep himself upright as he panted.

You didn't expect a sound like that to escape from his lips.

"Sorry. Are you ok?" You asked him with mild concern. Your warm breath hitting his damp skin made him hiss and shiver.

He didn't answer you right away and worry nearly drowned you on the spot. With the hold you had on his hip you pushed him slightly away from you to be able to look him in the eyes. 

"Good heavens, Y/N. Yes, I am ok." Then he let out another chuckle and finally met your eyes.

"J-Jake?" You asked and he let out a little breathy chuckle without meeting your gaze.

"Actually" he sighed and trailed off. Then he cleared his throat, a light blush rising on the apples of his cheeks.

"I didn't think I… would ever say this but… can you do that again?" His tone was tentative and shy, very contrasting from his usual confident demeanor.

Both of your hands started stroking his hips in a comforting manner as you answered him.

"Of course, Jakey, I would love to." You told him in an eager whisper and he chuckled embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, relax, actually, why have you never talked to me about this?" You tried to reassure him.

"I…" he stopped, dragging a hand through his still damp hair nervously. You squeezed his hips reassuringly and he went on.

"I didn't know how to…. I guess I was afraid you would find it odd and embarrassing." He finished and your heart swelled with love for him.

"I would never judge you for this. I really hope you know it. Actually…" you trailed off and guided your hands slowly on his ass. You unashamedly grabbed it and he laughed loudly.

"Can you tell that I really love your ass?" You said, voicing the thoughts you had never told him.

"You gave me an idea, doll. I don't know how many times I caught you staring." He said playfully and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, really? I just… I didn't think you knew." You told him feebly.

"Well, sorry to break it to you, love, but you are not that subtle. Even a few minutes ago in the shower. You really thought I wouldn't notice how you kept staring at it, almost drooling?" In a matter of seconds, you were the embarrassed one.

He was smirking now as he stroked your lips with the tips of his fingers and then with his cock.

"Go on then, little devil, show me how much you like this. Have no mercy for me" he said and you mewled at the nickname, your heartbeat racing.

"Are you really sure you are comfortable with this? Am I hurting you in this position?" He asked genuinely concerned.

"No, you are not, and I…really love it" you told him truthfully.

You gave a good squeeze at his ass again and then resumed stroking him with a steady rhythm.

Your right hand caressed the strong muscle of his thigh downwards and reached the back of his knee.

You tugged lightly towards yourself and he understood what you wanted.

He pushed his right knee on the bed, spreading himself a bit more for you and straddling your face, while the other foot stayed glued on the floor.

You blew on him again and then licked at the same spot as before with a new fervor. He groaned loudly, his hands grasping again against the duvet on either side of your body as your own tightened on his erection.

Your lips skimmed on his delicate skin and bit down on his inner thigh, earning a loud curse from him. You sucked a mark there and then resumed your licks on the spot behind his balls, with different levels of pressure, making him squirm.

"If you keep this up, I am cumming on your breasts, love" you heard him groan through clenched teeth.

Abruptly, you stopped stroking his length and you swatted his hand away as he was about to touch himself.

"Not yet, Jakey. Be a good boy for me and stay still" He groaned and you knew you were gonna pay for it, but you couldn't care less.

Both your hands made their way on his ass again and grabbed the plush skin of his cheeks, making it indent between your fingers. You gently spread them with your thumbs and blew on him. He growled and whispered a plea, completely entranced by your action.

Your tongue cautiously dipped further back and he tensed in anticipation.

Nothing could have prepared you to the relieved moan that he let out when your warm tongue reached that forbidden place where he needed you.

You wanted to make him moan like that forever. Your thighs clenched and you moaned, mirroring him.

As you licked at his hole, you felt him flutter and you did it again and again, alternating pointed licks with gentle suctions. One of your hands still gripped his ass cheek as your other kneaded gently at his balls, while you rimmed him.

He tasted of skin and soap.

You slowly dipped your thumb behind his balls to gently press into the spot that made him groan before and, this time, he cursed loudly.

You were about to stroke his dick again but he pinned your wrist to the bed.

"Jake w…?" You said tentatively but he interrupted you.

"I don't want to cum just yet, baby. I want-I need…" he said panting heavily.

"What Jakey? Relax, my love. Tell me what you need, baby, I am gonna give you anything, please" you told him, hardly containing your own whines.

"Now give me a second, doll, then I wanna try something." He said in a whisper, shivering in anticipation.

Arousal was evident in his deep raspy voice.

You gave him a moment to calm down and, when you felt his fingers on your breasts, you tried to investigate further.

"Jakey?" You tried and he answered with a little "mhmh"

"What do you need?" You repeated

"I…I don't… I don't know how…" you stopped his rambling with your voice, trying to calm him.

"You don't have to feel pressured to answer me, Jake" you told him. You maneuvered yourself to look him in the eyes and you immediately regretted it.

His skin was flushed, a deep rosy tint covering his face and neck and his hair was disheveled. You could see perspiration gathering on his sternum and dribbling down to his navel. His hard cock was leaking and throbbing.

He looked delicious.

You could also see insecurity and need painted on his beautiful features, his eyes burning fiercely into your upside-down stare. You tried to  reassure him with your most soothing voice.

"You don't have to, Jakey. You don't have to tell me anything" you told him, your fingers stroking the hot skin of his chest.

"You can just show me instead" your fingers traced up his nipples and he bit his plush bottom lip, suppressing a moan.

After a few moments he spoke.

"I love the way you are teasing me, baby." He stroked  your cheek softly and showed you a beaming smile to reassure you.

Your fingers circled around his nipples again and this time he slightly arched his back to follow your hands when you stopped. You felt yourself drip down on the comforter and you spread your legs more for him.

Now you were laying there with your legs bent at the knees and your feet on the bed.

"I want to bury my face between those legs, baby, I need to taste you" he told you and you shivered.

"Let me bury mine between yours first, please." You begged him and he cursed.

As you began to lick and suck at his hole again with more pressure, he grabbed your hand and started sucking on your thumb.

"Go on then, baby, ruin me" He whispered and you groaned.

Your muscles clenched around nothing and you understood what he wanted. As he let go of your thumb, he bit harshly on the tip and you whined.

"Stroke your beautiful cock for me, Jakey, my good boy" you purred and he immediately obliged with an almost pained groan.

You slowly brought your hand down from his lips but decided you needed a bit more lubricant to make sure not to hurt him.

You dipped your hand between your legs and jolted when your thumb stroked your clit lightly, as you gathered your wetness.

A low growl left his chest as he saw what you were doing. You were about to bring your thumb between his thighs but he grasped your wrist and, in a second,  he brought it to his lips, sucking eagerly and moaning as he tasted you. You gasped at the sudden move and then chuckled.

"Sorry, I couldn't wait a second more, I needed to taste you. So sweet, baby" He said, panting.

Once he released your thumb, you dragged it again through your folds, coating it again and then brought it between his legs.

You skimmed it over his hole tentatively and then you did that again and again with more pressure. You slowly dipped just the tip inside and he guided you through it, praising you profusely.

"Good girl, baby, just like this, God, you are so good for me." He said through clenched teeth.

You pressed a bit more upwards and you felt him flutter again.

"Need more, please baby" he begged you and you bit your lip. You loved this.

Your other hand began to knead once more at his balls, gently rolling the smooth hot skin between your fingers. You pushed your thumb inside of him to the first phalanx easily, but stopped immediately when a wounded sound came out of his lips and the knee of the leg that was still on the floor buckled slightly.

You were about to pull away when he stopped you, letting go of his cock and grasping your wrist so tightly you were sure he was going to leave marks.

As you were about to ask him what he was doing, he slowly but relentlessly made you press your thumb inside of him to the knuckle.

"Oh God, fuck" He moaned loudly and doubled over onto your body. You could feel his hot ragged pants on the skin of your tummy. His free hand strongly grasped your hip as he tried to calm down and not come undone right away.

You could feel his muscles flutter and clench around your thumb and consequently moaned his name. Your free hand pushed between his legs too and you pressed your thumb in the special spot behind his balls as your lips slowly encompassed them again inside the warmth of your mouth, making him growl with his forehead pressed on your abdomen. His now dry hair was tickling you.

His grasp on your wrist didn't budge. He slowly started to guide your thumb in and out of him and as you replayed the motion over and over, he left your wrist to stroke his cock.

"F-Fuck baby, just like this, don't ever stop, pleasepleaseplease" he said, voice broken and whiny.

You groaned around him and that was it.

He straightened suddenly and loud moans of curses, pleas and your name echoed in the room as he came undone, his muscles squeezing your thumb.

Hot ropes of cum coated your breasts and tummy and you shivered. He kept stroking himself through it and even a little bit more, threatening to overstimulate himself.

He was panting heavily as he leaned on his hands on either side of your hips. You slowly let go of his balls and even more slowly dragged your thumb out of him. He hissed and a low whimper escaped his lips.

You placed a sweet kiss on his inner thigh and as another idea came to your mind you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation.

You slowly dragged your other hand down your chest, through his warm release, and reached between your legs,  using his cum as a lubricant. You didn't really need it but the thought of the action alone had you clench in need.

A pained groan surged from him as he witnessed the action.

Suddenly, your hand was wrenched away and was replaced by his face, his tongue swirling quickly against you. The act left you completely out of breath and a surprised moan left your lips.

Without thinking, one of your hands grasped his still hard cock as the other gripped firmly onto his hair pushing him even more flushly against your core.

You started to stroke him again and you felt him whine into your pussy. You kept a quick pace on him, his groans were fuelling your arousal.

In a matter of seconds you were cumming, digging your nails deep in his scalp and arching your back off the bed, your chest flat against his, upside-down. Your thighs clenched shut, trapping his head there. You could feel the hotness radiating from his cheeks where they were forcefully pressed to your inner thighs.

He came again suddenly, with a pained growl as you bit and sucked at his inner thigh.

He kept pleasuring you even through his second orgasm and only stopped when you were visibly trembling and whining, due to overstimulation.

When you set him free, he flopped on his side and slowly rolled on his back.

You were both panting heavily, not even the hike from before had reduced the two of you in such a state.

"Holy shit" he said, still out of breath, but with a little satisfied smirk on his lips.

"Well, wow" you whispered.

"I think we need another shower" he said, nuzzling his nose on your knee as you both giggled together.

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What's your take on this idea? I'm struggling with the execution. Good and Evil are actual entities/personifcations, not characters simply representing them. These two get separated - split into two worlds. The plot is to reunite them and restore balance. But I don't want to get stuck with a Utopian Society, or Dystopian... I just hate the idea of a world that's overly light and good or overly dark and evil. But if Evil is absent, then how can it exist in Good's world?

Is there anyway to work with this or should I discard Good and Evil as characters entirely?

Story Ideas for Good vs. Evil Societies

Hey there! Sorry for the long wait and no, your question was safely in my inbox :)

Here are some ideas about how you can introduce Evil back into the land of the Good

Good and Evil as Parallel Universes

I'll just throw some ideas for linking the good and evil worlds structually. These ideas assume that although Good and Evil were separated, they can never truly stand on their own.

When someone evil pops up in the good world, they are immediately whisked away to the land of the Evil through some sort of magic. One day, this magic stops working.

Good and Evil are actually parallel universes with the exact same people, economy, buildings, etc. The only difference is that Person A in the Good world will always make the right decisions while Person A' in the Evil world will make the bad ones. So, people in the good world doesn't know hardship or failure, and they lead a relatively boring life (they will ALWAYS choose to eat salad rather than cholocate cake for dinner, how boring is that?). Evil "creeps in" to the good world when a person chooses to eat...(gasp)...a whole pack of Oreos at midnight.

The way this "separation" works is Good and Evil divides the newborns entering the world by foreshadowing their predetermined fates. One day, a baby is born and none of them can see their future...would this baby grow up to be a saint or murderer?

Bad As the Shadow of Good

Shadows and darkness are long-standing analogies for the evil. So the "Good" world is the world in the light, while shadows are in fact the world of the Evil, living a life of their own (think your shadow moving and having a life of its own).

The Light World and Shadow world don't mix (You can't touch or hug your shadow, right? Your shadow cannot harm you physically)

The Shadows and Light People can't talk to each other

A woman falls in love with a Shadow man and she somehow manages to give him a proper body rather than being a shadow on the wall...what next?

None of the people in the "Good World" have shadows, which means they are transparent (think Invisible Man). Now, one of them happens to figure out that if they get a shadow, they can see themselves in the mirror...

Twisting the Concepts of Good and Evil

How do you define good and evil? The yardsticks of morality have changed with time and cultural development, and it truly isn't easy to draw a clear line on what each of your societies would have.

Instead, try working with other concepts of good and evil.

Good = Love for self and others vs. Bad = No Love. The "Bad" society will comprise of people who have no love whatsoever, not even for themselves. Thus, all of them would end up committing suicide. When a child is born, Good and Evil can foresee how the child would die - if they're destined for suicide, Evil takes the child. When the two worlds are combined, the good people bring love into the lives of those who had none. Problem solved and balance restored.

The Banality of Evil. This concept is based on Hannah Arendt's book, Eichmann in Jerusalem. She argued that the average person is capable of horrible deeds if they don't "think for themselves" and "mindlessly follow instructions" of bad leaders like Hitler. You can show a world where Evil rules over such mindless people who does anything Evil will say while people in the Good world will act under their own values.

Good = Balance. Evil = No balance. This is based on Virtue Ethics. The sheer fact that there is no balance is in fact a bad thing. Thus, Good will lead its people to strike a balance between two values while Evil would encourage his people to always do too much of everything.

I hope this helps!

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[thatbennybee]

I Love the way you draw trolls!! But I have to ask, whats up with the gems that you give them in place of their bellybutton? Is it based on canon or sum? I'm not well versed in trolls lore hehe

Prepare for a deep dive... 😅 In short, it's KIND OF canonical? But not really? It's honestly just a long-standing headcanon of mine! A design choice just like tails and paws for me!

Some trolls do have them in canon like DJ Suki (and I think a few background trolls), and they are incorporated into the Netflix show in one of the episodes (Gem Day!) but the shows are not canon.

Though, the Trolls Facebook page also brings them up for their Troll of the Month posts and I personally choose to view these as canonical since they use the movie renders.

They do mention belly gems in Trolls Holiday as well but my incorporation was purely coincidence because I've been giving them belly gems far before any of that was established because of the Trollz TV show I grew up with!

The Trolls in that iteration of the franchise had magical belly gems linked to their magical abilities and bracelets. The main character, Amethyst, had a heart shaped amethyst in her belly.

Amethyst actually has some visual hair similarities to Poppy! Poppy also has a pink heart shaped gem according to DreamWorks!

I kind of just gave Branch and Poppy those gem shapes simply because it just felt right, but DreamWorks seems to agree! 😆 For me, Poppy and Viva both have heart shaped gems. (Viva's is yellow tho) Branch and his brothers all have the same diamond/rhombus shape too :] they usually match the color of their hair.

I give the gems a magical and emotional connection to trolls, as based on the Gem Day episode, their gems are formed by joy throughout the troll's life after planting their first hair. (Branch's gem is cracked due to his greyness but that's a rare instance.)

For me, they're born with one in their belly and then they can grow a separate one in the same way as the Gem Day episode, but the ones in their belly cannot be replaced nor removed. Whatever happens to it is permanent, they must be careful! :]

These gems can be planted together with a partner's or apart (single or ace trolls) in order to wish for/manifest a baby. There's other methods of how eggs can be formed for trolls, but I love the idea of it always being a magical process for them! :] Kind of a nod back to the Good Luck Trolls/Wish Trolls toys where trolls all began! 💖💖💖

Hope my headcanons were interesting to you! I love explaining my gem theories for them :] I've loved trolls long before these movies so my love for trolls runs deep 💖 I was too young (or not born) when the OG trolls were at their peak but I love these little guys!!

[angelbymadonna]

sorry about the handwriting, I was practicing cursive ;P check the transcript below if it's too messy to read.

I just couldn't get the idea of Niko calling an important meeting at a diner (for some reason) over something silly like this ever since I saw her reaction to "not for nothing but it is doable" LMAO also, idk if it's clear from the comic, but they're in a diner and that's why Niko said she will buy lunch bc she offered earlier when she called the meeting. It was haunting me and I literally had to draw it, but of course now that I have, im not laughing anymore.

I might still polish it up to make the diner thing obvious and to fix Monty's hair color lmao, will post. edit: posted! link here

because of the difficult font, I separated the transcript from the description, I hope that's okay, but just ask and I will totally write a new description!

[Description: pen drawing on paper, a comic of characters Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki, and Monty from Dead Boy Detectives having a discussion. each time a character speaks, they are facing straight and drawn from just below the shoulders and upwards. dialogue in following transcript. : end description]

transcript:

Niko: thank you both for being here, this research is of the utmost importance to my creative writing.

Monty: I bet! I'm new to texting, but your message sounded pretty urgent!

Crystal: do you still need our help with your "creative writing" if I tell you neither of us has actually had sex with a ghost before?

Niko: unfortunately, no. I'll still buy lunch, though.

Monty: wgat

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🌟Link Click Musical 100th performance celebratory postcard🌟

I'm so happy to show you a fan project me and Elara did for the musical ^^ I did the art while @elaraqwq supervised and printed it, she also handles the giveaway 🙏💝

It'll be free to take, available on site in Shanghai World 2F, Encore Musicals Time Theatre, during 25th February Link Click musical performance. Lineup that day being: Cai Qi, Deng Xianling, Wang Minhui (the actors were the reference for the trio).

International fans can also get a postcard (for free)!

Just be fast and contact @elaraqwq (I'd recommend twt dm's -> @Elaraqwq). She's really nice, so don't be afraid ^^ Here's how the prints look like ✨

Trivia about the drawings 🌟 CXS has the snake on his jacket as a reference to toy snakes Cai Qi brought as a prop. Stethoscope in LG's pocket is apparently also a prop Wang Minhui uses on CXS during 'Words can't convey the love' in main plot.

We also prepared the separate graphics for keychains. That's why the boys are playing rock, paper, scissors behing QL's back ^^'

I based QL mainly on this specific photo of Deng Xianling which I really like ❤

Ngl it's probably the most fun art collab I did. I feel like at least some small part of me will get to go to China and be a teeny tiny part of the LC musical hahh ><' Again, huge thanks to Elara for the idea and organisation, you're great 💖

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tumblr is NOT letting me answer this ask directly for some reason so i screencapped it HDFHDG anyways here goes

i vagguelly knew abt otherkin stuff beforehand but that was like. very vague and more in the lense of "eww cringe" bc that was all that was talked abt it

fast forward to me being 16 or so (maybe 17?) and i decide that today on www.tumblr.com im gonna go through the werewolf tag, and between all the art and poems abt werewolves i view a few werewolfkin posts and i go "huh.. thats interesting" bc i only vaguely heard of it but never really looked into it

so i dip my toes into it, and fall into the lake completely, and now im here

from which i will give some advice:

disclaimer: most of this advice comes from a psychological kin perspective, for spiritual stuff i can gather some info if you ask me but overall im not spiritual kin

1: sometimes the answer is not too clear, being alterhuman can stem from many reasons and overlap with many other things, furryness, autism, psychosis, spiritual beliefs, familiarity and importance to an animal or myth, a lot can play into it! for some beings, the experiences are very separate from each other, for others, they may cause each other or be linked or overlap, it can all depend and change around, so dont stress too much on whats what, but if you wish, you can play around and see what belongs to what, ive had the fact im a furry sometimes overlap with the fact im otherkin, and even fuel each other, but i still see them as separate identities, its all a big complicated soup. and i will say to just fuck around and see what labels you see fit

figuring out your kintype can take a while, and its not uncommon that what you first consider to be your kintype may not be the one that you actually feel you are. for example my first through upon discovering kin stuff was that i may be a cat, ive loved cats since i was practically born, ive always wanted to be a cat and themed myself around cats, hell my fursona is a cat! turns out im not one, ive tried and figured stuff out and experimented and well a cat just wasnt it. from this i'd just say to explore different animals or mythic beasts or types of robot etc etc

from that, what has helped me personally to figure out kintype stuff is to see what you desire feel and act, what kind of environment do you crave for? forests? mountains? deserts? theres a lot! what do you wish your body looked like? everyone talks about wanting claws and fangs and such but really think about it, what do you want for your body? what would make you happier? what would make you see your body more as your true self? any particular diet you have or wish to have? any behaviors you've derived from a being? maybe you hiss maybe you bark maybe you knead. do you feel limbs that arent there? such as ears? tails? horns? just look around outside and inside to see what you crave what you do what you want and such

one thing that i did while trying to figure out kin stuff was to just. draw how i view myself in my mind, and not concentrate on design or what i like and dislike on character designs, just like, draw what comes to mind on an "ideal body", you shift around features from the vague idea of who you are in your mind, draw different tails draw different snouts draw different body shapes, and see what fits and sticks, sometimes you can land on yes "thats exactly me", sometimes you can land on "its a vague idea of me but can aid me in figuring it out". thats kinda how it lead to me figuring out im primatekin, i had multiple different attempts and sketches of what i think i look like in my mind, and i just kept going until much trial and error later i found something. it went from "humanoid?" to "halfly animal-like" to "has a long tail" to "small and expressive" and eventually to a primate! (and thats how my mizamonkey design came to be QSHFHD). again for some this may bring a concrete design while to others it may be just a vague guide, not every tip works for everyone.

despite a few points ago where i stated that being obsessed with an animal or myth doesnt always equal to it being your kintype, it sometimes can be! and its sometimes how kintypes can originate to people (if we're taking the psychological otherkin route, this doesnt work too well with spiritual otherkin). sometimes youre just so obsessed and interested with an animal or myth or fiction trope that your brain kinda, adopts it for your identity. this is what happened to me for werewolves, since i was a wee lad ive been OBSESSED with werewolves and i read about them and drew about them and made stories about them that my brain has seemingly just. grabbed it and went "thats you". so look into your childhood or current state of living and see what animals and beings and such you connect with! again just as a few points ago, it doesnt always mean its your kintype, but it can be!

being alterhuman is different for everyone, i sometimes still think of this message i saw ages ago that went "ask 10 therians what being a therian means for them, and you get 11 different answers", so just because this otherkin experiences xyz, doesnt mean everyone does, and vice versa! i used to have a lot of stress about this bc i felt like i was a faker bc i didnt experience like others but after a while i managed to mellow out on it and its making me feel better!

related to that i would be careful about the resources you seek out bc from my experience seeking out resources has been a very 50/50, some tips and advice is great! while others are just why would you follow that. use your critical mind and see what suits you and what helps you.

this is more a personal opinion but i feel like the whole "choosing your kintype" debacle doesnt have a correct and concrete answer. to me if you were to just choose whatever kintype you want it may not actually be the kintype you feel like you are. i would absolutely choose to be a wolverine if i could! but it just doesnt align with my kintype and i cant force it as my kintype even if i tried. i would say that you can "try out" kintypes to see if it fits, its all about experimenting after all. its just that for most, its not as easy as pick and choose. its mainly bc your freely chosen kintype may just not be who you are, if you wanna choose a kintype either way, the community has adopted the term "copinglink" for such. for most alterhumans they did not choose their kintype. again its about trial and error

overall its going to be a lot of trial and error to figure stuff out. it took me 2 years to finally land on my proper kintypes! you may find kintypes and you may drop them. you may find yourself to not be otherkin after all! if you want more personal tips and questions you can message me here or on discord! (but i prefer discord bc tumblrs dm system is kinda cramped and buggy).