#I love how all the women in this are completely horned up

[succubussally]

I finally got to see this in full, uncut in 35mm at the Hollywood Theater! That dialog is fucking stellar.

The most beautiful thing in the world is smoking pot... and fucking on a waterbed.

31 Days of Horror Marathon 2024 ↪ Day 21: Pieces (1982) dir. Juan Piquer Simón

[REVIEW]

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, FINALE

Background: The future heir of Hell is on the way! Alastor has his doubts about being a good father and Lucifer is losing his mind.

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(Y/N) Morningstar is due any day now!

That dreaded due date was getting closer and closer and honestly, Alastor didn't know how to handle it.

Of course, he was happy when he found out that his beloved was pregnant. From what he knew, sinners couldn't reproduce! But from a brief (while crying) explanation from Lucifer, (Y/N) is extremely fertile and this could continue happening or just be a one time thing.

Honestly, it broke Alastor seeing her miserable. Her swollen hoofs, going days without sleep because of their spawn kicking up a storm, and not to mention the crying. It didn't bother him that she became much needier, as he was happy to give her all the hoof rubs and cravings she desired.

Alastor felt bad because he hears her confide in Charlie, "honestly, I'm not sure I want to do this again. It feels like my body doesn't belong to me."

He's heard that some pregnant women feel that way, but the way her voice broke when she said it.

He'd never touch her again if she asked.

"Need anything, mon cher?" Alastor asked as she waddled to the bathroom.

"No, but thank you," She smiled. He had been so attentive and it made this pregnancy a bit more enjoyable.

(Y/N) hated herself. Not because she hated their child, no, but because she hated how she felt. She hated that she wasn't enjoying her pregnancy like so many other mothers, and hated how she felt like a prisoner in her own body.

But today: she'd be free.

"ALASTOR!"

A scream awoke the half asleep Radio Demon and he instantly appeared by her side, "what happened?! Are you okay?!"

"I think my water broke last nigh-ah! I'm having contractions!"

The baby was coming.

THE FUCKING BABY WAS COMING.

He instantly got them to the hospital, all while waking up the entire hotel. Vaggie shook Charlie awake, Husker threw a bottle at Angel Dust, and Niffty was frantically killing any bug she saw.

"MY BABY! WHERE'S MY LITTLE PUMPKIN?!"

Lucifer was panicking more than Alastor.

"Oh, my sweet pumpkin!" Lucifer ran to her side as she groaned at the contractions, her horns peaking in and out every time pain lashed through her body.

"Dad, it hurts."

"Where are the scrubs?! I need-!"

"Dad, isn't it the father who's supposed to get scrubs?" Charlie questioned nervously.

"But my baby needs me!"

"What I need is everyone to get the fuck out!" (Y/N) screamed, completely overwhelmed by all of it. Charlie dragged their dad out of the room, and Alastor stayed.

"I'm sorry," She began to cry, feeling horrible about yelling at him.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my sweet girl," His radio voice broke momentarily as he held her hand, "all this pain will be over and we can finally hold our child."

"I already feel like such a bad mom," She cried, "I'm supposed to love being pregnant, but I fucking hate it."

His heart ached for his sweet love. She was in constant pain but hated herself for it.

"I'd never lay another hand on you if it meant you'd never feel like this again," He confessed.

"I'll cut off anyone's hands who touch you."

She smiled at that, "I think. . .I think I'm done after this little one. Definitely need to find out if I can stop being so fertile."

But just as things were calming down, her hand tightened his, and another wave of contractions came. It continued like this for an hour, and with a few more pushes, their child was born.

And even though Lucifer tried breaking into the room, he kept away for a little while longer.

"It's a girl?" Alastor asked.

"Yes. Congratulations!"

"Oh, she's so precious," (Y/N) looked at their daughter, now resting in her arms. She had two small deer horns poking out of her soft head, a ruffle of red hair to go along with it.

"I will give you all the demon meat you desire," Alastor felt satisfied when he looked at his daughter, and felt a pang of happiness within him.

"I think I know what her name is, Alastor," she had been snooping around and found a name from his past, which would make her future husband all the more joyful.

"And what's that, my dear?"

"Manon," His smile faltered.

It was his mother's name.

He looked upon his daughter as she handed him over, her eyes opening to see the Radio Demon - her father.

"It's perfect," He smiled.

"Manon Morningstar."

When Alastor looked at her, all his doubts faded. He remembered how his mother doted on him, loving him and always being his number one supporter and just new that he would do the same for her.

"Can we come in?" Charlie asked carefully with Lucifer peaking in.

(Y/N) nodded and in came Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer. Lucifer held two giant bouquets of roses, setting them on a table.

"Oh, she's adorable!" Charlie grinned.

"Would you like to hold her?" (Y/N) asked, and her sister happily accepted. The small demon wasn't fussy about being in her arms, just staring with curious eyes.

"Vaggie?"

Her eyes widened, "oh? Me? Uh, I mean, I don't know, I've never-"

"You'll be fine," before she could contest any further, Vaggie was holding Manon. Manon babbled at her, spit dribbling from her mouth as her hand reached up and pulled her hair.

"Okay! My turn!" Lucifer snatched his granddaughter away, staring at the baby with a happy-go-lucky smile.

"Oh you're so precious! I think you'll love duck's! In fact, it's your first toy," He squeaked a small rubber duck with wings in her face, and she began to cry.

"No, no, no, no! Please don't hate me! I love you!"

"I think mommy needs some rest, and Manon is hungry," Alastor scooped back his daughter, and Vaggie dragged Lucifer out as he cried over the fact that he is convinced his granddaughter hates him.

"She's perfect," (Y/N) sighed as she begun to feed upon her, and Alastor gave them both a kiss on their foreheads.

"You're perfect."

[kinopio-writes]

Hey love your works they are absolutely fantastic ❤️

This is an odd request but would you mind doing a Adam x Fem! Reader that is in the situation like Morty and Mr. Jellybean was? It is 100% a-okay if you don’t do this especially if it’s uncomfortable but I just wanted to know Adams reaction. Ignore if you are uncomfortable and/or just don’t want to do this ask!

Love your works!! 🥰🥰

A/N: Aww, thank you for the kind words :] I only have two works in total, lol. And, uh, I haven’t watched Rick and Morty, but I did search for some scenes on YouTube. Based on what I saw, do you mean to say how Adam would react if the reader was sexually harassed? Tell me if I’m wrong because holy hell did watching the scenes make me uncomfortable. And someone commented that it’s a really accurate depiction of what happens. Disturbing.

Words: 1,034 (not including the bullet points)

Warnings: Sexual harassment implied, Violence (because of Adam)

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How Adam would react if Fem!Reader was sexually harassed…

In the middle of writing this, I just remembered that they live in Heaven. So I don’t know how or why a molester would end up in Heaven. Even if there was one, they likely got booted off immediately, so just imagine a sinner somehow managed to sneak into Heaven.

• Adam’s reaction would completely change depending on who you are to him (if you two just met for a date or are casual bang buddies)

• so I’ll just give you the best one for comfort (at least the best Adam could give) and make you two be in a close relationship (not GF and BF though. But you two go on not-so-platonic dates sometimes)

• I also think it’s good to mention that I try to keep Adam’s character as accurate as possible

• it might make him seem insensitive, so I suggest going to the last section if you’re here for comfort (the last section has a blue ‘•••’)

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Adam recommended a place that had been recently open for a while. He actually burst through your front door to go there the day it was open.

Unfortunately for him, you were busy and will be for the next few weeks as well. Something about work that he didn’t bother to listen to because it was, well, about boring shit.

But now, you managed to get the whole week off, so Adam has you all for himself. And his first action of business was to get you to chillax. What better way to do that than to hang out with him?

He was so fucking hyped. He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you try out the food there!

You two were going to have so much fun!

•••

“We need to go,” was what you suddenly decided after you came back from the bathroom, voice emotionless and firm.

Adam stared at you as if you grew horns and a tail. “Why? The fuck happened?”

Your face faltered at his question. “We need to go. Please.”

“Uh, it hasn’t even been an hour. Now get over here and fucking eat.” You only did so after a moment he munched on his burger, but not in the way he expected. You hid near his seat, gripping on the legs as you made yourself as small as possible. “The fuck are you doing?” He paused before grinning suggestively. “Learn some decency, (Name), jeez. If you wanted to…suck…”

Adam trailed off as he watched someone come out of the women’s bathroom, badly beaten and bruised. He…it didn’t have a halo on its head, and its attempt to cover up its slender and angled horns was fucking stupid.

His playful expression dropped and it shifted to anger when he saw it looking around, around for you.

You suddenly felt a strong gust of wind as the plates and glasses clattered on the table you were hiding behind. You peeked from your spot to witness Adam ruthlessly and relentlessly punch the sinner’s face, a hand slowly going over your mouth at the display of violence. You didn’t know he could be so brutal. He was saying things that didn’t reach your ears, but you knew they weren’t pleasant.

You only felt yourself move after you saw Adam lift his arms in the air, hands accompanied by holy light. “Wait! Adam, Adam, stop!”

“What!” He turned around to face you momentarily as he shrugged your hand off of his shoulder. “Let me at ʼim—!”

“Adam, you’re causing a scene,” you whispered, glancing around at the growing audience.

Adam was offended. “I’m helping!” He flapped his wings to stand up, his anger now directed at you. “You’re just going to let a Sinner do you like that? Huh!”

“I just want to go home.”

He stared at your face for a moment. “Whatever.” He scowled at the Sinner one last time before he began making his way outside. You quietly followed after him. “This place is lame, anyway.”

The whole walk, you kept your head down as Adam gave the finger and a nasty look to anyone who ignorantly tried to approach you to cheer you up.

•••

You didn’t know when you got home; you didn’t even know Adam stayed with you until he spoke up.

“Uh…do you need, like, shit, I dunno…something?” You heard the ruffling of his wings and the shuffling of his clothing. “I could order delivery. There’s this place I’ve been…” You further curled yourself into a ball on your bed. You didn’t remember when you got there. “Actually, maybe you should pick where this time, huh? How’s that sound?”

When you didn’t respond, Adam lowered his arms, his smile fading into a frown.

He debated whether or not to leave you here before you scooted to the farthest side of the bed, turning yourself over to face him but avoiding eye contact as you patted the spot you were just in.

Adam took one glance behind him before he slipped into bed beside you, hands on his tummy as he stared at your ceiling.

The silence was uncomfortable for Adam. He desperately wanted to fill it with some chatter. Without it, it felt as though there was no one with him in the room.

As if you read his mind, your hands hugged his arm, and it numbed his unease, if only for a moment. He extended the time by placing a hand on yours, caressing them with his thumb.

“I don’t want to see this,” you suddenly spoke after a minute.

“Huh?” He looked down at you, still not making eye contact with him.

“Take your mask off.”

He scoffed and turned down your request, “You’re not even looking at me.”

“Take it off,” you repeated more firmly.

“Why?”

“Then I’ll take it off.” You reached out to grab his horns, pulling them upwards. When it didn’t comply, you kneeled on the bed and pulled harder. “How do you take it off?”

“Why do you wanna see me so badly? Just go to sleep already.”

“Not until you take that off.”

“I’ll stay with you until you wake up,” he attempted to bargain.

“Adam.” You gave up on removing his mask yourself. “Take it off.”

He hesitated before sighing heavily, easily tugging it off of his head and tossing it on the nightstand.

With his real face revealed, you were able to look at him. His golden eyes brought you solace, and his human-like features gave you relief.

“There. Better?” he asked bitterly as he averted his eyes from yours. “Now go to sleep.” After that, Adam tried to face his back toward you, but you leaned over and held his face and shoulder, pulling him back. “What is it now—”

“You said you’ll stay with me until I wake up.”

“I will,” he said as if you were doubting him, but he knew you weren’t.

Satisfied with his promise, you stared into the soft glow of his eyes as yours started to grow heavy.

In the last moments of your consciousness, you felt yourself get pulled closer to something soft, and you heard the sound of ruffling as warmth enveloped you.

[bloodstained-ballgowns]

i just rewatched ‘the woman who fell to earth’ a couple of days ago for the first time since it aired back in 2018 and the more i think about it, the more i like it.

thirteen is the only doctor for whom i feel a tangible, rose-tinted nostalgia. she wasn’t my first doctor, but she was the first doctor i watched live, the first doctor that i spent an actual extended period of time with over the episode rollout. her intro episode has middling parts (as can be expected with most episodes of Who) but there’s also so much good that i really want to highlight.

first of all, there are some really great character dynamics set up here. much more interesting than i remember, tbh. ryan is a guy who loves mechanics but is stuck in a warehouse job he hates, a guy who obviously wants to connect to people, a guy who by the end of the episode has lost both his mother and grandmother in the space of a couple of years and the step-grandfather he didn’t really want is all he has left (minus his absent father). that’s interesting.

yaz has a keen sense of justice and this raw, intense yearning to help people, to do something worthwhile, something more - the way she has chosen to express that is through law enforcement, but it’s not quite giving her the satisfaction she wants. that’s interesting.

graham’s experience with cancer means that he constantly feels like he’s living on borrowed time. meeting grace gave him purpose, gave him family, gave him the will to fight when he fought it was all but over, but now grace is gone. he and ryan aren’t related, but they’re family, and now they’ve got to figure out how to care for each other without the very lynchpin that brought them together. once again with feeling: interesting!

“i’m just a traveller. sometimes i see things that need fixing. i do what i can.” i like that they circle back to the ‘just some guy’ portrayal of the doctor here, both because it’s the one i’m partial to and because it feeds particularly well into the whole ‘the doctor is an unreliable narrator’ aspect, especially in the wake of the increased deification in the moffat era. it's a nice set up, even if it gets completely overhauled circa series 12/13. in fact, having thirteen keep this as a persistent attitude throughout the Timeless Child of it all could have been really effective re: her reticence with her companions and refusal to address or deal with her past.

the scene where thirteen builds her sonic screwdriver might be one of my favourite sequences in nuwho. i love that it’s a hybrid of alien tech and sheffield steel. i also love that they highlight the ‘mad inventor’ side of the doctor here (her teleportation circuit is based around a microwave?) and wish that they had carried it forward more. it would have been the perfect basis for her to bond with ryan over. jodie also pulls off the humour of the episode well, considering the significant shift from moffat dialogue.

i enjoy thirteen's outfit: the vibrancy of it as mirroring her childish excitability, but also as another part of the mask - if i dress all colourful then maybe i can ignore/outrun/masquerade my great capacity for darkness! etc etc. the shopping trip with yaz and ryan is a bit shoe-horned in at the end but it's cute that she finds it in a charity shop. (back in 2018 i bought a t-shirt with a couple of stripes across the chest solely because it remotely resembled the one she wore lol. nerd from a young age, me.) jodie also looks soo hot in capaldi's outfit though so a spin on the traditional suit would also have been appreciated.

some miscellaneous points: i like that she tells Karl off (“you had no right to do that”) right after saving him. i like that she gets it wrong at first and makes it clear that she’s working on the fly. she’s following her instinct, and that instinct is to help people. doctor who has been beautiful before but the cinematography takes such a huge step this era. “it’s been a long time since i bought women’s clothes” i am choosing to believe this is about river thank you and good night.

[ghost-1-y]

Nightmare

Incubus!Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, dark content, dubcon, stalking, yandere themes, infidelity/cheating, manipulation, possessiveness, sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), aphrodisiac, blood sucking, using horns as handles, symptoms of sleep paralysis, feelings of insecurity (reader), mentions of voyeurism (gojo), dacryphilia, degradation, corruption k!nk, gojo feeds off of reader's life force, mentions of potential exhibitionism (reader’s husband might hear them going at it), breeding k!nk, mentions of impregnation, creamp!e, no aftercare, reader's husband is nanami-coded, please let me know if I missed anything!!

Summary: It’s been weeks since your husband had touched you in the way that you wished, and you’ve started to grow tired of his constant flirting with other women at work. Completely fed up with both him and the never-ending dry spell you’ve been going through, you retire to the guest room’s bed to fall asleep without your husband, unaware of a shadow that’s been lurking in your home each night, waiting for the right moment to prey on its new victim.

Word Count: ~3.6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

A/N: Sorry this is an hour late!! I had a super busy week and didn't get to edit/revise at all until today, but I hope it's worth the wait!

Y/N’s POV

You were tired.

Not in the normal sense – you didn’t feel a need to sleep. On the contrary, you found it quite challenging to do so recently due to the never-ending thoughts of your unhappy marriage, as you wondered how exactly it reached this point in the first place. At first, your marriage was beautiful – you were in love, and everything in life was tinted in rose. Your husband treated you as his one and only, his everything, his soulmate.

When are you having kids?

You two look so cute together. 

I wish my marriage was as happy as yours!

Your friends and family would always compliment you and ask you for the latest details of what you and your husband were up to. You were soaring, so happy that you found someone to share your life with. 

But then, he started working overtime at his job, started taking on more shifts, and you’d go to sleep on an empty bed and wake up to his side being cold the next morning – nothing indicating that he was there other than the disheveled sheets that he didn’t bother to fix before heading out again. Your mornings were lonely, and your nights were quiet. You started making dinner for one, rather than wasting food on a meal that wouldn’t be eaten. You tried to be understanding of your husband’s absence, knowing that his job required a lot of him, so you never told him how much it bothered you, thinking it would only add more to his never-ending pile of worries.

It truly felt as though a ghost lived in your home, only ever seeing remnants of life from the half-empty coffee mug or the folded-up newspaper that was left discarded on the dining table. The fridge would be left ajar and the front door unlocked as though he was in such a rush to get to work that he couldn’t be bothered about simple things – relegating those tasks to you, his good little housewife.

Sometimes, whenever a door closed on its own, or you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye, you’d jokingly call out to your husband in the emptiness of your house. Of course, you’d get no response, and you’d almost laugh at your antics if it weren’t for how your life was slowly turning gray – the rose tint slowly fading the longer you were alone.

However, one night, in your darkened bedroom, you heard a car drive up to your house. You slowly got out of bed, clinging to your sleep robes as you walked towards the window, and you saw your husband get out of the car. Warmth filled your veins as you gazed down at your husband for what seemed to be the first time in weeks, happy that you’d be able to welcome him back home. However, that warming comfort quickly dissipated as the driver also exited the car – a woman, presumably a coworker you hadn’t met – and walked over to him. As you peeked through the blinds, you saw your husband meet the woman halfway, the headlights of the car illuminating the two figures, and his hands sought her face as he kissed her.

Surprisingly, you didn’t feel your heart shatter as one might think – you had your suspicions already that he was seeing someone else, and this only confirmed your thoughts as you closed the blinds and left your shared bedroom, deciding to retire to the one meant for guests who stayed over.

Maybe that’s all I am at this point, you thought as the front door opened, only wishing to sink into the mattress and cover yourself in its sheets as you closed the guest room door behind you and removed your robe. The mattress was stiff and unused, and you stared up at the ceiling as you heard your husband’s heavy footsteps padding their way up to his room, as you became more and more of a stranger in your own home.

You tossed and turned as you walked the line between sleep and wakefulness, your thoughts racing just a bit too much to allow you to seek the comfort of dreams that you knew would never come true, or to notice the slightest creak coming from your bedroom door.

What seemed to be a hand ghosted over your hip, fingers dragging along your sides as you slowly became aware of the strange feeling grazing over your body. You squirmed, thinking it was some strange breeze that came in from the window – before you noticed the heavy weight that was pressing into your chest, rendering you nearly immobile.

“Such a waste to not take care of a pretty thing like you…” a voice drawled, and you opened your eyes – fearing that someone had trespassed into your home, only to find nothing out of the ordinary inside your little guest room. You sighed, thinking that you must’ve been hallucinating – sleep paralysis was a possible explanation, after all.

The voice, however, returned, chuckling in response to your eyes frantically searching for the source. “Oh, sweetie, your eyes can’t see me!” it exclaimed, as though it were obvious, “but I can see you, pretty, I’ve seen all of you.”

Gojo’s POV

You were sweet.

Like candy – if he were able to taste it, anyway. You had an aura about you that lit up any room you were in, one that he’d gaze upon from afar in the shadowy corners of your house, something he couldn’t touch, lest he burn from the light that was your smile. 

He loved watching you – seeing you get dressed (he loved the curves of your body), how you’d cook and clean and make everything look so pretty for a husband who didn’t appreciate it…

He especially loved watching you from one of the shadows of your bedroom as your husband fucked you – his cock throbbing as he watched you being used like the cute little cumdumpster you are, always wondering how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around his cock instead.

He would observe each and every single action because it was you who performed them.

And you looked delicious.

But he couldn’t feast upon you – not yet, at least. Your light was still too radiant, it shined upon everyone and everything and was nearly all-consuming.

So he left – just for a little while, of course. He’d be back for you, you just needed to give him some time.

He interrupted the dreams of one of your husband’s coworkers, filling her mind with lewd images and thoughts of railing your husband to the point where she just couldn’t bear it. So, eventually, she approached him at work – and he initially denied her advances, acting like the good husband he should be – but that just wouldn’t do for the plan Satoru had in mind. 

So he did the same with your husband, and provided him with dreams of fucking that same coworker, how wet and tight and good it would feel to have his filthy cock inside someone else’s pussy. Satoru knew it would hurt you, but it wasn’t completely his fault – you see, it was your husband’s choice to act on his desires, and his coworker’s choice to reciprocate despite knowing he was a married man.

And so your husband started coming home late, but not from work like you’d thought, no. He was arriving home after laying in the bed of another, engaging in an illicit affair that he excused as simply working overtime at the office. You initially believed your husband, but eventually, you developed your suspicions, and your light dulled – which pleased Satoru – because he could get closer to you. He would sometimes even try to alert you to his presence, but that never went according to plan – you’d always call out your husband’s name in response. You were loyal, and that annoyed him to no end because he already decided that you were his. 

He just had to be patient.

Until tonight – he had been watching you from the corner of your room. You couldn’t see him, of course, he was nothing more than a shadow to you. But that fated car had shown up, and as you peeked out the window, the last bits of your light finally blinked out like a dying star, and Satoru damn near rejoiced.

He soon followed you to the guest room, smirking to himself as he opened the door to see you tossing and turning, restless and alone – just how he wanted you.

Because you were his – to claim, to ruin, to feast upon.

“Such a waste to not take care of a pretty thing like you…”

Y/N’s POV

“Who are you?” you asked the darkness, eyes still darting about as you covered your top half with blankets as though that’d protect you from whoever– whatever this was.

“Hmm? Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me! Although I guess I can’t blame you – our bond isn’t quite strong enough for you to see the real me…” he considered, “you’ve called out to me many times before though, sweetie, even if it was by the wrong name – which was annoying, to say the least.” 

If you could see this…thing, you would’ve been able to discern the very obvious pout on its features. But, as its words sunk into you, a chill ran up your spine and every artery, vein, and capillary became doused in fear – realizing that this entire time you’d been joking to yourself about a ghost living in your home, it had been true. 

“My name is Satoru Gojo, sweets, so next time you call out – please use that name instead of the one owned by that disgraceful husband of yours,” the voice insisted, tracing its fingers along your side – a movement nearly invisible if it weren’t for the fabric that moved ever so slightly in response to his hand. 

“How– how do you know about my husband?” you asked, and he laughed.

“Oh, sweetie, you should realize that I know everything about you by now! I know how you take your coffee, how you perform chores around the house,” his voice dropped to a whisper, breathing directly into your ear, “how that husband of yours is unable to fuck you the way you want.”

You shuddered, unable to deny the slightest spark of arousal that nestled deep within your gut, but it did little to quell your fears of this…thing. You didn’t want to admit that he was right about your husband – not even to yourself – but the way he held that woman…

“Oh c’mon, relax. I can smell your fear, y’know – but I’m not gonna kill you!” Not yet. “I want to help.” The lies dripped like honey off of his tongue, sickly sweet as you drank them in. “Close your eyes for me, will ya? I promise I won’t bite,” he smirked.

Hesitantly, you obeyed and closed your eyes, and you felt the softest, sinful touch of his lips against yours – it was dizzying how they caressed you before he slowly entered his tongue into your mouth, causing a burning feeling to slip down your throat – as sharp as alcohol and as saccharine as sugar. Your mind relaxed, with the blood in your veins heating up before that warmth sunk down into your stomach and then lower. Your fear had been eradicated by lust, and as you finally opened your eyes, the being in front of you was one you’d never seen before – a tall, white-haired male, with eyes that deceivingly matched the heavens, who was adorned with wings and horns colored in a dark charcoal. 

“Now you see me, don’t ya, pretty?” he smirked, “I’m gonna take such good care of you – you’ll let me, won’t ya?”

You nodded without hesitation, only desiring more of the euphoric feeling that he seemed so keen on providing you with. 

“Need your words, baby, or else I can’t do anything,” he growled softly, and you squirmed underneath his weight as you forced your mouth open.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please what?”

“Please– please fuck me!”

You felt a sudden rush of cold as the bedsheets flew off of your body, leaving you stark naked on the mattress below you. Still, the cold was quickly replaced by the scorching hot yet featherlight touches of his hands tracing along your body – moving along your sides and then up towards your breasts, which he fondled before kissing you again with those syrupy lips, allowing more of that warmth to spread down your throat and into your skin. The weight on your chest was unrelenting yet pleasant as his tongue slipped into your mouth once again.

His hands toyed with your nipples, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers, pulling a gasp from you as he parted from your mouth in favor of sucking on your neck, licking a long stripe up toward your jaw before biting down just enough to draw blood with his fangs – he needed to feed off your life force somehow – you moaned as a heat spread from where he bit you all throughout your neck and shoulder, a pleasurable feeling which allowed him to drink in more of you before moving on to your tits, sinking his teeth into your nipples as well as he drinks freely from you, lapping up the blood with the flat of his tongue. You cradled his head as he sucked at your breast, encouraging him to keep going as a breathy moan escaped you – because it never felt this good before when your husband would do it. 

“Mmh, yeah? You like it when I play with your tits like this, baby?” he asked, voice muffled against your soft skin. You whined, eyes closed as you arched your back, the euphoric flow of pleasure coursing through you. He could tell you were slowly becoming obsessed with the way he was treating you – he just needed to wait a little bit longer.

“Fuck, so good– never…never felt this good before,” you moaned, and Satoru smirked as he sucked just a little bit more on your tits before traveling down towards your needy cunt.

“That so? Your husband doesn’t know how to fuck you, does he?”

You shook your head, unable to voice an answer as his breath fanned across your sopping pussy. 

“It’s okay, pretty, don’t worry – I’m here now.” 

He delved a single finger into your glistening cunt, gathering up your slick and bringing it up to his mouth to taste you. He groaned as he gathered more of it, forcing his fingers into your mouth, and your tongue immediately lapped at them like a puppy with its owner.

“You taste so good, pretty. So fuckin’ wet for me – such a good slut,” he smirked. He removed his fingers from your mouth before going back down and licking a fat stripe up your cunt, causing your legs to jolt at the touch. He snickered, “bet your husband didn’t know how to please you, bet he never even went down on you, the sick bastard.” You whined in response, causing him to chuckle. 

“Thought so.”

He buried his face into your messy cunt, his nose nudging against your swollen clit as he delved his tongue inside of your hole, licking up all of your juices into his awaiting mouth. You moaned, bucking your hips up into his face before he pinned them down, eating you out like you’re his favorite meal and he’s a man starved. It’s messy as he groaned into your heat, working his jaw as he savored your sweetness. He moved his mouth slightly up to your clit, pursing his lips around it and sucking hard as he probed two fingers into your needy hole, curling them inside of your sloppy heat. Your hands clasped around his horns and you arched your back, trying to push him deeper between your legs, obsessed with the way his fingers and tongue felt while pleasing you.

He pulled moan after moan out of your pretty little mouth, and he laughed to himself as his plan was going oh so well – to make you drunk on the pleasure he gave you until you became fully addicted and obsessed with him, becoming his little cock slut that he can breed and fill with his cum whenever he wanted.

Eventually, the tension building up in your lower abdomen snapped, and a sense of euphoria rushed through you, causing your legs to shake and clench around his head. He groaned, drinking up all of the juices that flowed out of you. Satoru looked up at you as he fed upon your cunt, and grinned as he watched your soul slowly but surely fade through his eyes. 

“I was right to choose you,” he groaned before slurping up the rest of your juices, overstimulating you as your grip on his horns tightened, pleading with him to let up on his ministrations. 

“Feeding me so well, pretty.” He nipped at your inner thigh once before sitting up and grabbing his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your sopping hole. He rubbed the bulbous head along your pussy, “tell me, how much do you want this cock, baby? You wanna get fucked by a demon like me?” 

You nodded, and if you were any less delirious you might have questioned what he meant by ‘demon’, but you were too far gone to care, simply nodding and begging “please” over and over again.

He slowly pushed his cock into you, grunting with how tight you were wrapping around him. “Shit, pretty–” he sighed, sinking into you until his balls were flush against your ass. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up so your ankles reached over his shoulders before slowly pulling out and plunging back in. His grip tightened on the flesh of your thighs as he started moving faster, his balls slapping against your ass with the force of his thrusts. Your mouth parted and tears fell down your cheeks, only being able to take what he gave you as his dick filled you up to the brim while pounding into your sopping cunt.

“You cryin’, baby?” he chuckled, and you could only whine in response.

“Good.”

He soon flipped you over and got you on all fours, slamming his cock back into you. You wailed as he kept forcing his fat cock into your greedy little cunt – the intensity only building upon itself as you felt your orgasm approaching once more. 

“‘M close…’m close,” you babbled, encouraging him to fuck you harder. Satoru reached around to rub your clit, and you gasped as you fell apart once more, gushing around his cock. Your legs trembled and you fell forward, unable to hold up your weight any longer as pleasure coursed through your veins. Satoru took this opportunity to trap you under him, with his torso flush against your back as he continued fucking into your tight pussy, not caring for how overstimulated you were becoming. 

“Fuck pretty, you love this dick, huh? Cumming all over me like that,” he grinned, his dick throbbing as he continued pounding into you. You nodded in response, but that wasn’t enough for him, so he gripped your chin and forced you to look up at him. “Uh-uh, tell me how much you love this cock, baby.” 

“Uh– fuck! Love– love it! Hah– need…need more–!” you babbled, tears flowing down your cheeks. He placed his hand around your mouth, and your moans became muffled as he dragged his cock inside your messy cunt.

“Shh, pretty, don’t want your husband to hear you getting fucked, right?” he grinned devilishly, “though, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already heard us – he’s probably stroking his dick to your sweet sounds, the cuck.”

You whined, oddly enjoying the idea that your shitty husband might be able to hear you – you took pride in the fact that he might know that you’re getting fucked better than he ever did with you. You started fucking yourself back onto Satoru’s cock, and he grinned widely – satisfied with how he’s turned you into his little cock slut. 

“Shit, baby– ‘m not gonna last much longer,” he admitted, his thrusts progressively getting sloppier and sloppier as he rutted his cock into you.

“Hah– you want me to cum inside you, baby? Want to get filled with my cum? I’ll fucking get you pregnant, breed you with my seed and turn you into my cumslut – you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck– say it baby, say you want me to cum inside you” he groaned, his dick pulsing inside of you as he reached his end, and you nodded your head.

“Please, please Sa- Satoru–! Cum inside me! Wan’ to be your cumslut! Please!” you begged.

“Shit– ‘m gonna cum, pretty, fuck–” He pushed deep inside you, hips flush against yours as he released his hot seed into your womb, thick ropes of his cum filling you up until it started leaking out of your abused cunt. As he pulled out of you, causing you to whine at the feeling of emptiness that it created within you.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be back for you. I’ll visit you every night if you wish, just so you can get your fill of my cock,” and so I can get my fill of your delicious soul, he thought, grinning to himself.

Suddenly, the weight lifted off of your chest, and once you opened your eyes – he was gone, leaving you a mess with his cum leaking onto the bed sheets. You sat up and hobbled your way over to the shower to clean yourself off, trusting in his promise to come back each night.

You’d be waiting for him, not realizing that was his plan all along.

Taglist: @o-oreo , @k-a-t-h-r-i-n-a @wow-im-gay, @peanutpunchy, @love-me-satoru, @perfect-again, @dinosaur-crime-scene, @thisbicc, @gojoscumslut, @everyonesfinaldestination, @leehoonii-i, @kyojurismo, @crazycatlddy, @briefrebelfanalmond, @izuoyarmin, @ahashiraswife, @d1gitalbathh, @223princess (if your name is crossed out, it means tumblr didn't allow me to tag you - apologies for the inconvenience)

I hope you enjoyed!!

[phrandallanton]

ranfren headcannons

I've done everything but posted headcannons and a fanfiction. This won't do. Here's some headcannons of mine! All of them aren't serious so don't take them that way d(>_･ ). Feel free to ask me about any other headcannons I'll definitely give more!

Randal

• if he has any pimples on his face he definitely picks at them untill they pop

• either is really good at math or sucks at math and hates it. (No in-between)(leaning towrds sucking at math more)

• has tear stains on his homework sometimes

• he bathes everyday dispite what people think. (Luther forces him too)

• his hair gets really oily. He has tried to cook with the oil his hair produced once. Nobody ate dinner that night.

• if he's frustrated and you go to poke him he'll scream on top of his lungs, but like the scream that goes from normal yelling to banshee screeching. "stop touCHING MEEEEĚĘƏƏ!!!!"

• gets in a lot of internet arguments about things that don't matter at all ("I think you'll find it's 'whom'.")

• he'd get so mad if he ask you to hold his glasses, and you proceed to carelessly get your fingerprints all over them.

• draws with those "how to draw anime" guid books.

• if he ever took a driving test, he would have already failed the moment he opens the car door.

• loves kraft mac and cheese, double points if it's in shapes of popular marketable characters.

• now thinking of it, if he was a pasta dish he would be kraft mac and cheese.

• bites his toe nails off (gross) Luther tried to get him to stop but he probably does the same thing when no one is around.

• sneezes weirdly. Like..."ah...ah...AH CHOOwoowoowoowoo..." and shakes his head. Or if he's covering it in his elbow it'll sound like a trumpet horn.

Luther

• he can dance but it's weird.

• if you tell him a joke he'll turn it into a life lesson.

• he wins every staring contest. However if your eyes start watering he'll get worried and start begging you to blink.

• treats women (and everyone) with so much respect, but he won't hesitate to punch a women if he really has to.

• *shakes his indext finger* "no no no"

• Randal probably tried to set him up on a blind date, he didn't like that. It was very awkward to say the least.

• genuinely gets happy when there are bagels at the function.

• when asked for advice, it'll sound like he's going to say something really meaningful and life changing, but then does a complete 180. "Oh, you think your ugly? Well people will have their opinions about you and ...well... you aren't the best thing to look at. But there's worst out there ♡."

• I can see him gobbling up some cheese and broccoli.

• has a walk in closet filled with clothes and accessories he doesn't wear.

• he 100% definitely has the goofiest giggle in the planet.

• eats ice cream with his front teeth.

Nyon

• I will stand by this till the day I die, he's really funny. He has a really good sense of humor. But I could also seem him not understanding jokes too. But at the same TIIIMMEE I feel like he'd be naturally funny.

• he knows lots of slang and pop culture due to watching TV a lot and probably quotes stuff in his head. (Maybe out loud if he was talking to you)

• has a lot of opinions, will never say them out loud, even when asked.

• he's the smartest out of everyone, including Luther.

• easily amused. please give him one of those little fishy nightlights. He'd enjoy looking at it so much.

• he's good at card games and Nyen doesn't like that. (Nyen has stabbed him over games of uno)

• has a really funny looking smile. (There's that one drawing in the Christmas comic where he's smiling weird after he saw Luther's reaction to the fire place tape he made for him)

Nyen

• listens to death metal but then listens to a jpop song right after. ("Can't let gang know I fw this")

• good at math, sucks at reading.

• loves hearing about drama and will be nosy.(come on man he loves Judge Judy and romance novels)

• sounds like Tom from Tom and Jerry when he yells.

• he calls himself "The Tom Cat" and (canonically) "Top of the pets in the house hold" which is practically the same as "I'm the alpha" so he's probably has said that.

• sucks at card games. Will legit end up with half of the pack of cards in his hands in the middle of an uno game.

• actually the weakest of them all. (I won't go into all that right now. But I can definitely beat him up in a fight, just sayin.)

•him and Nyon probably have times where they stay up and chit chat for a bit before they sleep, Example (from my old notes I had):

Nyon high on weed:...why do we call oranges..oranges...but we don't call apples...reds..??..

Nyen:....sh*t...you got a point... does that mean we would call lemons: short yellows and bananas: long yellows so it doesn't get confusing?...

*they then discuss this for an hour or so*

• Snores really really LOUD. Sounds like a car.

• oddly very ticklish I bet.

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That's all I have now. It's 2 in the morning and I'm falling asleep. I might write other characters headcannons later.

"I'm going to sleep" -bop it

[regency-monster-love]

Monstertober day 19: wings

Male gargoyle x female human | Regency era | SFW, wedding, kissing

The first time she thought her husband might actually be rather handsome was when she walked into the church to marry him.

The marriage had been arranged by her parents, and despite not loving or even being attracted to the gargoyle she was to marry, she was not distressed by the match. He seemed like a kind, thoughtful male who would take good care of her, which was more than most women could say about their husbands, and she was eager to be out of her parents’ house and have children and a house of her own to oversee. Her fiancé's physical appearance was not appealing to her, but neither was it repulsive, and she was quite plain herself, so what did that signify?

So when she saw the gargoyle waiting for her at the front of the church, her breath caught in her throat at how impressive he looked—all thanks to his wings.

Before this, she'd only ever seen his wings tightly tucked against his back, forming uninteresting lumps of gray flesh. But now, he stood with them extended out from him, not to their full span, but enough to highlight their elegant power as they arched up behind his head and to his sides. Sunlight shone through their skin from the stained glass windows behind him, making them appear to glow with light in shades of scarlet and ochre and violet.

Most remarkable of all, his wings were adorned in gold. From each joint on his wings there extended a small curved horn or claw, and each of these had a gold band fitted around it. From these bands were strung dozens of gold chains, criss-crossing the glowing membranes of his wings and sparkling in the sunlight as well. 

The complete effect—the wings’ shape and size, their glowing colors, and the glittering gold—was stunning.

As she neared him, she tore her eyes from his impressive wings to look at his face. He was smiling faintly at her, and his eyes regarded her with a tenderness she had never before seen in them. Such an expression softened the sharp lines of his stony gray features, and if he didn't look handsome, he at least looked like something very near to it. She smiled softly back at him.

The wedding ceremony was unremarkable, just like every other wedding she’d attended—except that the groom kept yawning beside her. It began to grow amusing when the officiating clergyman noticed and directed a sour glance of disapproval at the gargoyle. The bride pursed her lips and made a small sound as she tried not to laugh, which made the groom shoot her an embarrassed but smiling glance.

As soon as the ceremony was over and they were free to speak to one another, he explained. “My apologies for yawning. I’m not used to being up at this hour.”

“It’s quite all right. It’s unfair that the law doesn’t make exceptions to the wedding hours for races that are nocturnal, like yours.”

They came out of the church just then, walking directly into the morning sunshine, and her new husband squinted and threw up a great clawed hand to shield his silver eyes. “If it was cloudy today, being awake in the daytime would be easier to bear.”

“But your wings look very attractive in the sunlight.” He turned to her with his eyebrows raised, surprised at the compliment, and his wings, which he still held somewhat out from his body, twitched out slightly wider. “I’ve never seen them…adorned, before.”

“It’s unusual for males of your race, I know, to wear such finery. Even your females. But it’s customary for gargoyles of both sexes to adorn their wings with gold when they’re mated—married. These”—he flexed his wings, sending the gold chains upon them shaking with a tinkling sound—“were worn by my father at his mating ceremony.”

“They’re beautiful.”

He inclined his head toward her in thanks. “It’s thought we gargoyles are related to dragons, you know; perhaps that’s why we both like gold.” The wedding guests around them were throwing rice and shouting out words of congratulations, but he ignored them to keep his eyes fixed on her. “There’s something else that is customary for gargoyles on this occasion: sharing our first flight together as a mated—married—pair.”

Her heart began to pound. “But I’m no gargoyle; I can’t fly.”

“I’ll hold you, if you permit it.” He held open his massive arms for her. “You’ll be safe with me.”

She looked at his monstrous but earnest face and knew that was true. He would take care of her in this and in everything. She stepped into his arms. “I trust you, husband.”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her chest flush against his belly, and without warning they shot straight up into the air. All the human wedding guests left behind on the ground shrieked, but the bride kept her mouth clamped shut, even though her stomach was lurching at the sudden movement and dizzying height they had already ascended to.

But this was only a physical reaction—she was not afraid. Even looking over her shoulder at the ground far below, she felt no fear, and her stomach quickly grew accustomed to the sensation of flying and calmed. She was safe in her husband's arms, just as he had promised, and even wrapped up tightly, she felt free and light as she soared through the sky with him. The wind and gusts from the pumping of her gargoyle’s powerful wings whipped her red curls free of her bonnet to fly about her smiling face. 

He lifted her higher in his arms, bringing their heads to the same level where she could see more of him than just his chest, and she gasped at the sight of his wings again. They were glowing with the sunlight behind them again, the gold chains glittering and chiming as they swayed against his skin with each flap.

She extended a hand over his shoulder to touch the edge of one wing, close to where it sprouted from his back. He started and sucked in air through his teeth, and she jerked her hand back. “I’m sorry!”

He shook his head. “It’s all right. It feels good, it’s just…sensitive.”

“I should have asked,” she said apologetically.

His voice lowered. “You may always touch me anywhere you like, wife.”

Her stomach fluttered and twisted, and she stretched her arms up from his chest to hook around his thick neck.

“May I kiss you?” he asked her in that same low, rumbling voice.

“Is that part of the newlywed gargoyles flying custom?”

“Not really. But you're my wife, and you're beautiful, and I want to.”

“Oh.” No one had ever called her beautiful before, not even her mother. She swallowed, her heart racing even faster than when he asked her to fly. “Then, yes, you may.”

She expected his lips to be cold and hard, probably because they were gray like the rest of his skin, but when they came to rest against hers, she found they were warm and soft and quite pleasing to feel. The fluttery feeling in her stomach spread up into her chest, a happiness as light and bright as butterfly wings, and she smiled against her husband's mouth before pressing hers more firmly to his.

She didn't know how long they went on kissing as they drifted through the air together, but the next thing she knew, the wind was dropping away and her feet were easing against solid ground. She opened her eyes to see her gargoyle giving one last flap of his beautiful wings before folding them in as she and he settled against the ground together.

He smiled down at her. “I brought us to our wedding breakfast. Everyone is inside waiting for us.”

“Oh yes! We’d better get inside.” She tried to smooth out her dress and tuck her curls back into their proper places, but had little success. Oh well. The pleasure of flying with her gargoyle husband had been well worth the mess she’d made of herself.

As the newlyweds walked through the door together, the gargoyle’s mouth opened in his most immense yawn of the morning yet. He covered it with his clawed hand, looking embarrassed, but she laughed. “And then we better get you home to bed.”

~ 😈🎩 ~

I wanted to make gargoyles part of Regency England, but in a way without any magic, so these gargoyles don't transform into stone during the day, they simply stay inside and sleep during the day and wake up at night, like any other nocturnal creature.

I’ll be posting more Regency monster ficlets and snippets like this with the tag “my writing.”

[sea-lanterns]

angey hear me out

yelan and gambling you off just to watch you either get fucked by another women of liyue

shes calculated and smart but sometimes her hand slips and whoops now ningguangs claws are holding you down on her fingers making them long slender things brush your gspot :(

sometimes even beidou beats her at a game off chess lucky for her she has a strap while she fucks you over the table they just played on. Yelan loves watching you sob n moan infront of her she gets a kick out of it, if she was being too mean she might let you suck on her tits for awhile :)

even if she plays against keqing or ganyu or sometimes even both your gonna have fun electro play with keqing zapping your thighs and then teleporting behind you just to zap your nipples watching you stagger and jolt everytime.

Ganyu is a sweetheart with you <3 sometimes too sweet…She cant hold her urges for long though she’ll probably scissor with you for hours and hours on end and leave teeth marks on your neck she even loves it when you pull her horns closer to you while she eats your pretty pussy out

not to mention ningguangs secrataries dont usually watch unless yelan wants to have a match with them but their too stupid to win sadly enough so you feel rewarded with those sessions since finally yelan was being sweet and not degrading you infront of the others she played with

i would love being the liyue qixings whore <3

-🦊

liyue women are my favorite how did you know 🦊 anon…? (;° ロ°)

when i first read this, i actually smiled because gosh i love all those women. enjoy this thirst because i have so, so much more to add on.

nsfw under the cut—————————

oh to be yelan and the qixing women’s plaything. it’s not often that yelan loses to gambles but when she does, she pays heavily.

ningguang is usually the person to win out of all of them. she’s just as calculating as yelan, yet sometimes her luck works in her favor and she has you crawling over to her lap and taking her slender fingers inside you. her red, lipstick prints marking you all over your neck as she smirks and chastises yelan for losing such a pretty thing like you…

beidou is actually quite intelligent, though it’s not often that she wins yelan’s gambles. when she does however, yelan is in for a show as she enjoys how rough beidou manhandles your body. it is the complete opposite of how yelan treats you, as beidou has you quivering and bucking your hips back to meet her strap, the faux cock way, way bigger than what you usually take…

ganyu and keqing often win bets together. it’s a team effort to take down yelan, but it’s so worth it when they finally have you to themselves. keqing teasing your nipples with her electro as ganyu plops herself down on your face and makes you eat her out. a threesome so pretty yelan can’t even get jealous over you…

ningguang’s secretaries rarely ever win bets. so what usually ends up happening is yelan keeping you all to herself and toying with you in front of all the losing secretaries. the women all unable to keep their eyes off your sopping hole, while yelan stretches you deviously wide with her cold, long, fingers. sometimes, if they’re feeling bold, a few of the secretaries would start masturbating in front of you while they watch. yelan chuckling darkly to herself as she just spreads your legs wider for them to look…

[gartenofbanny]

After I watched HezuNeutral's video and the more I think about it, yeah Hezu was right about Vivziepop lying in this tweet right here.

Notice how Vivziepop says that Hazbin "always" had a heavier emphasis on women-led stories saying as if it was always the case, but it hasn't. She's completely forgetting that she made two comics centered around the male main characters, Alastor and Angel Dust

An entire music video centered around Angel Dust

And she never attempted to expand on any other female characters with the only ones we know so much about being Charlie and Vaggie. Despite Niffty being part of the main cast, she doesn't have much going for her. Hell Cherri Bomb has more depth than Niffty does, but I believe that's only because she's around Angel Dust most of the time she's on-screen in both Addict and the Pilot.

Vivziepop is also forgetting the fact that Velvette exists. Velvette is part of the Three Vs who are the main antagonists of the show and is female. Despite this though she is barely even shown with her last animated appearance being from the pilot. There wasn't a teaser that shows her alongside Vox and Valentino, but there was just a teaser of Vox and Valentino both of those characters being male.

Who has made the most appearances out of the Three Vs? Valentino, who is a male character. Who has made the least appearances out of the Three Vs? Velvette, who is a female character.

Valentino even has his own fanmade music video that Vivziepop liked and who's included in said music video? Vox. Unfortunately, I've rewatched the music video a couple of times, and Velvette only made two appearances in the song. Her second appearance can be easily missed if you don't look closely.

Also, Velvette has the least amount of standalone merch out of the Three Vs. What I mean by "standalone" is that there isn't any merch consisting of that singular character. In Velvette's case, she only has three pieces of standalone merch.

A Tumblr user who goes by Demonic Dear brought up great questions about the recent merch sale mainly regarding Chaz. Why does he get all this merch and other characters like Moxxie's Mom who was introduced and died in the same episode don't? Why does Chaz have as much merch as one of the main female characters of HH already? Who I am referring to in the second question is Niffty.

Chaz has one suggestive mug, two playmats with one of them being suggestive, and a pin. Keep in mind all of this merch is for a dead character that's male. Niffty doesn't have that much merch despite her being part of the main cast of HH, but the new Spring Sale did show a new keychain of her....before her redesign. Come to think of it literally all of her merch consisted of her old design, what's going on with that? But, why is Vivziepop giving a dead character just as much merch as she is one of her main female characters for HH? Well Chaz is a horn-dog male character so that's most likely the reason why and you know this fandom really loves their sexy demons with no depth. All and all the more you think about Vivziepop's numerous tweets regarding criticism, it's noticeable that she just types this shit without thinking about what she's typing or contradicts herself either by her actions or words. But anyway, that's all I got for today. Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day!

[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[black-arcana]

Watch: EVANESCENCE's AMY LEE Joins HALESTORM For 'Break In' Performance At Canadian Tour Kick-Off

EVANESCENCE singer Amy Lee joined HALESTORM on stage last night (Tuesday, October 15) at the Vancouver stop of the two bands' joint Canadian tour to perform the HALESTORM song "Break In". Fan-filmed video of the performance can be seen below.

In August 2020, HALESTORM released the official music video for a reimagined version of "Break In", featuring a guest appearance by Lee. The new version of the track, which originally appeared on HALESTORM's second album, 2012's "The Strange Case Of..." , was recorded in October 2019 at a Nashville studio with producer Nick Raskulinecz, who had previously worked with both bands. The clip captured Hale and Lee delivering an impassioned studio performance of the track.

The updated "Break In" appeared on "Halestorm Reimagined", a collection of reworked HALESTORM original songs as well as a cover of "I Will Always Love You", the love ballad made famous by Whitney Houston and Dolly Parton.

Lzzy and Amy performed a quarantine rendition of "Break In" in May 2020 on Hale's Internet show "Raise Your Horns With Lzzy Hale".

Speaking about the collaboration, Lzzy told Amy: "What I love about dueting on that song with you is that it started out as as love song that I wrote for my significant other" — referring to HALESTORM guitarist Joe Hottinger — "but when we sing it together, it's this act of unity, especially with the two of us being women and being women musicians. It's like we have each other's backs. And the lyrics mean something completely different when I sing it [with you]."

Regarding the way the new version of "Break In" was recorded, Lzzy said: "We did it performance-style, literally next to each other in the same room — from beginning of song to end of song, singing with each other.

"I've never done anything like that, but especially with a female singer of your prowess."

Amy added: "Nick always gets the challenge and gets the most out of me… So he made us stand there in the room and sing it live together a bunch of times. What that really means is that editing, you couldn't use when you did something cool but I messed up; it would have to be that we both nailed it for it to make the cut. So to do it in that way was really challenging and it was really cool and it fits the song so well.

"I remember you saying, and we both were saying, when we were listening back, it's really weird, at times — I know my part, but you can't pick out whose voice that is in that one particular moment, 'cause we started matching each other, 'cause it was on the spot. It's really cool how that happens.

"It feels like a match. It doesn't feel like any one person is pulling the other person along a little bit or leading the train. It really felt like an evenly matched dance."

Lzzy and Amy originally performed "Break In" together in 2012 during the "Carnival Of Madness" tour, which was headlined by EVANESCENCE and featured HALESTORM in the support slot. At the time, Hale told Zoiks! Online about how the live collaboration came about: "It's funny. We had talked in the beginning of the tour, 'Oh, we should do something.' What would we do? Do we do a cover? Do I come out during her set? She came up to me, I think it was two weeks in and said, 'I'm obsessed with your song 'Break In' right now.' I was like, 'Thank you so much.' Then she said, 'I know all of your parts, all the backing parts and everything.' I was like, 'Sweet, that's awesome.' Then she said, 'This is going to sound really weird and please feel free to say no, but do you think I could come up during that song and sing it with you?' I'm, like, 'Of course. This is awesome.' We didn't have a whole lot of time to rehearse. We literally ran through it once before our show in El Paso, right before the doors opened. It was perfect. I told her, queue insane crowd noise. She was like, 'Oh, I don't know.' 'No, seriously — they're going to freak when you walk out on stage.' ... [And] they did. We couldn't hear each other for the first four lines."

Back in 2021, EVANESCENCE and HALESTORM joined forces for a massive North American tour that ended up being a rousing success.

[sarasade]

Claudia, Viren & The Very Real Parent-Child Dynamics of The Dragon Prince

Sometimes I wonder if I come across like I try to defend Claudia too much. That's not my intent at all. I just think she deserves more and better critique.

The Point I guess

Personally, I really connect with Claudia's brand of messy, unflattering and even pathetic rage and grief much more than the dignified and mature ways Callum and Ezran handle things (More on that later). Maybe this sounds unflattering but Claudia being also kind of an asshole really speaks to me. Like that's the kind of teenage girl I'm the most familiar with and we don't have enough media that has nuanced takes on this sort of troubled character. Exploring negative or even anti-social traits and impulses in fiction, especially in women, is kind of undervalued in my opinion. Those are part of humanity and therefore part of us and this impulse to completely reject them doesn't benefit anyone really.

Finally, some wholesome father-daughter relationship rep in media!

My way to view fantasy media is about how it can artistically portray something true to real life. That's why I'm the most invested in this kind of reading of the text. Fantasy media is often dismissed as mere escapism even by the fantasy fans themselves (*side eyes the dude bro Witcher fandom*) which ignores the emotional depths it can reach by approaching difficult subject matter more metaphorically.

Inject Viren & Claudia's Father-Daughter Dynamic Straight into My Veins

There is something viscerally real about Claudia and Viren's relationship. I've seen this kind of father-daughter dynamic play out in real life many times where the child gives and gives and gives yet the parent takes it all for granted until it's too late and the parent-child relationship is just a mangled corpse of its former self, way too damaged to ever be truly repaired.

Like if you've had a difficult relationship with your parents it can feel similar to how s4-5 Claudia struggles to keep Viren alive while Viren hesitates. The child is the one who tries to fix things in the relationship while the parent is in denial or completely oblivious. Viren doesn't really try to connect with Claudia further in s4-5. It almost seems like he's completely emotionally unprepared to have that conversation and oh boy if you know any boomer parents that's pretty damn realistic. He just sort of gives up and acts completely passive because he's so out of touch with his emotions.

There is also this aspect of your parent aging and then one day you realise that you, the child, are the one who has more power in the relationship. It's a universal experience. These are just some of the ways I can see Viren and Claudia's relationship in seasons 4 and 5 metaphorically portray real life parent-child dynamics. There is a lot of emotional truth to how TDP approaches these relationships even when the story itself is an over the top fantasy romp.

How much Viren relies on Claudia is revealed little by little: She got the unicorn horn for the spell that killed Avizandum, she got the dragon horn that helped them cross the lava to Xadia in s3. It's set up really subtly how there is almost this parentification of Claudia like she's the one who took her mother's place as the emotional center and caregiver of the family after Viren and Lissa divorced. It's a lot of pressure to put one a child to say the least. This extends to Soren and how he is treated as the scapegoat of the family when Claudia is the Golden Child. This sort of treatment of Claudia and Soren by Viren is probably the most common analysis of their family dynamic as far as I can tell.

You ever heard of the thing called "eldest daughter syndrome"?

Eventually Claudia's most admirable and positive traits get corrupted (insert here an analysis of the corruptive nature of the dark magic as a plot device). It's like this perversion of feminine nurturing instinct society values and enforces in girls. Claudia's love is not domesticated but something that's so all consuming it destroys everything in its way. In s 4 she insists Viren has to live. She does everything in her power to keep her family together even against the wishes of her loved ones; first it was healing Soren in and then it was bringing Viren back to life in s3. Claudia has fully internalised her role as the caregiver to the point of self-imposed victimhood.

All The Characters Have a Part to Play

Since TDP is meant for an all-age audience (And later for teens and up since they hiked up the age rating) all the younger characters Callum, Ezran, Rayla, Claudia and Soren collectively represent the kind of different and difficult feelings parental abandonment and neglect can cause. A real person most likely feels all of these emotions at some point of their life but in fiction they need to be spread out among different characters or the story wouldn't work as, well, a story.

"she was a mage girl committing warcrimes, he was an elf boy vibing in the woods, can I make it anymore obvious"

I'd gladly read some more critical takes on Claudia's character. There is something very interesting there about Claudia and Terry's relationship for example. Terry is clearly very enamored with Claudia whom he perceives as someone very vulnerable and in need of help. Terry isn't wrong exactly but it does get problematic when he goes to great lengths to protect Claudia to the detriment of his own wellbeing. While TDP itself doesn't draw attention to it there are also the racial and gendered elements, both implicit and explicit, because of Claudia's fantasy racism and because of Terry being a non-white trans boy character as well. Claudia is the most powerful dark mage in Xadia when Terry is just a normal guy. Given the context of the show there is a power imbalance there.

tHÖ END

Why I'm laying this all out is that I think the Internet would be a better place if people didn't try to constantly find an objective "right" way to view a piece of media but instead were somewhat transparent about what they personally got out of it. I think this Viravos meta is the most popular thing I've written so far and I tried to explain my approach in detail because I don't want people to go "look this person says Viravos is canon!". Jokes are fine of course but taking it too objectively ignores the fact that analysing subtext is valuable on its own.

Idk how to end this. Here, have this meme.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 2-A

You tap the device, and the woman appears on your screen. You… What do you say?!?

✦ “H-Hello? W-who is this?”

You look over the screen, hunting, searching for ANYTHING to go off of!!!

Their at an Inn, there’s a symbol over the counter, concentric circles, change belief, in Vaugarde. Other voices, similar accent as you? Next to another person, young, Vaugardian garb. Looks familiar?

✿ “Wait, is that Nille?!”

Wait WHAT?!?! HOW???? I mean, now that you look you can see it, the two are REALLY similar looking. Nille has longer hair, and has it braided into a ponytail, but past that their nearly identical.

❁ “I- Bonnie, Where are you?!? Are you Okay? You’re not hurt right?!”

✿ “I’m fine Nille! I’m in Dormont, We just kicked the King’s butt!”

❁ “Wait you WHAT?!?”

Mirabelle leans over your shoulder, to look at the screen.

◉ “Oh, um, Hi! You must be Petronille, right? H-Hi! I-I’m Mirabelle, Bonnie insisted to join us when we went to fight the King. We made sure to keep them safe!”

▲ “We just sent a letter to you, but this works too!”

As Nille cycles through their emotions, you also feel your head spinning. The woman. The woman who KNOWS you. She… She’s been silent. Staring… slowly tearing up…

✦ “um. Are… are you okay?”

She instantly starts to bawl.

♯ “I… just…. I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!!!!!!”

!!! She just. Continues to cry. Another woman comes up, with an eyepatch and long hair.

♪ “Hey Fa. Long time no see, huh?”

Fa?… Is… is that… your name? Your real name?

✦ “...Fa?...”

A woman off screen speaks in a calm and direct tone.

𝄢 “I would like to remind you that they most likely don’t remember us, or likely anything else. We’re likely complete strangers.”

Odile peaks over your shoulder.

◆ “Not entirely, presuming you are their presumed loved ones. Siffrin, or Fa, I presume? Regardless, they recently had a reminder. Though that is about the extent of it, as far as I know.”

♯ “OH THANK STARS!!! At least there’s SOMETHING!!! Oh wait, I should make it so you can see all of us!”

The image on the screen moves, and you see it lifted up, showing all of them standing around a table. A battlemage, a scientist with horns, the two knight women, and a moth person with a guitar.

𝄡 “Ti. Short for Titania.”

♫ “Oh! Um. Mi! Mi Calistege! H-Hi Fa!!”

♪ “Names Aurola, that’s Regulus. La and Re for short.”

The scientist just looks at the camera, their face strangely upset. You saw it change from cheerful within seconds after seeing you.

𝄢 “So. Song Polaris. STARS this is weird.”

P-Polaris?!?!!!! Oh!!! Oh stars!!!

✦ “s-sorry.”

Their face suddenly flickers, into a more even tone.

𝄢 “No worries, I had somewhat expected that to be the only face within your memory. But my emotions around my brother are rather complex at the time.”

Isa leans over to the screen.

▲ “Well, if you knew Sif, or Fa, from before, you must know all sorts about them! Can’t say we’re not interested!”

♯ “Yeah Same! We havn’t seen the poor kid in seven years!!! I need to know SO MUCH!!!”

◉ “...Kid?”

♫ “Hey, they're not that much of a kid! I think they turn 21 in two weeks, actually!”

WHAT!?! Your entire family jumps! You thought you were like, 29?!??

◆ “… Congratulations, Siffrin, you have gone from being the second oldest to the second youngest.”

✿ “Can we do a birthday party? I know they got one last month, but I wanna make nother cake.”

▲ “It was a really good cake. I’m down!”

♯ "Lucky you, Fa!"

◉ “Isabeau, you better help me with gifts!”

▲ “Huh? Hm. I don’t know. Not sure what to get myself!”

◆ “Really? You and Siffrin literally had a love confession yesterday. Think anything would work.”

Everyone except Nille on the other side of the phone jumps in surprise!

𝄢 “Fa did WHAT?!?”

𝄡 “Congratulations.”

Oh stars everything is moving so fast and you are not prepared for literally any of it! You have an entire new, extra family after you JUST obtained this one, and you didn’t even know they were alive, and you can’t remember any of your life with them, and their already talking so much and you’re not ready!!!

♯ “SEE?!?? THIS is what I mean!! We gotta swap stories SO BAD!!”

♪ “Maybe after we meet up? We did promise Petronille to reunite them with their sibling, and We’d like to be able to meet back up with Fa.”

✿ “Heck yeah! We get to meet Frin’s family!”

◆ “If you were planning on traveling, shall we meet halfway?”

♯ “I’m down!”

♫ “Y-Yes! I’d love to see more of Vaugarde!”

What?!? Meet them?! They want to- You were already holding back so many emotions, your barely holding yourself together at all right now!!!

❁ “… Fine, if it means I get to see Bonnie sooner. You better keep them safe.”

♫ “A-And Fa! Please!”

▲ “Course we will! Think Carrefour is a good spot to aim for, if I remember the route right?”

𝄡 “Good. Call if we need to adjust.”

♯ “Or any other reason!!! We have SO BLINDING MUCH to catch up on!!! And you better send me Pics!!”

♪ “Any questions before we go?”

Stars you have so blinding many, but your brain is too confused and emotional to begin to think of any!!! If you so much as open your mouth you feel like you’ll start crying!

◆ “Hm. One thing. When Siffrin, or Fa, opened this device up, there was a strange symbol and some craft? Any idea what that was?”

𝄢 “Ah, something Ti recently designed. It prevents further memory alteration by the wishcraft surrounding our home. Actually, do you know where that is?”

◆ “Yes, the Island up north.”

𝄢 “Ah good, at least a little up to speed. You should be able to talk and think freely about it, though anything already lost might take some effort and prompting to recover.”

Wait, but then…

Does that… does that mean….

✦ “Can you tell me it’s name?!? I… I…”

Regulus chuckles, and looks to you. There’s this gentleness in her face, that makes your heart ache.

♯ “It’s Astravia. That’s the name of our home.”

You… You think… You can feel your emotions start to break through...

A strange beeping noise starts happening, and Re jumps.

♯ “Ack! Blind it, I kept this thing on too much today, It’s about to run out of charge! Gonna have to end the call here, but it should be back up by tomorrow morning!!! Make sure to call us!”

▲ “Course! See you all soon!”

They all wave. Your old family all waves at you… you slowly. Lift your hand. And wave back at them… Before their image vanishes from the screen… In a mere blink of an eye.

And as they fade… you… you can’t hold it in anymore….

You start to cry. You can’t help it. Their alive. Their alive and… and they… even after everything. After EVERYTHING…. They still care about you. They still!!!!!

You can barely breathe through your tears. It feels like it’s barely real. It feels like it can’t be real!!! Like any second, all of this is going to crash down on you and fall apart!!! But it’s not!! It’s still here!! It’s still real!!! And!! and!!!

You can REMEMBER your home! You can remember THEM!!! Even if it’s just the names! It’s not being ripped away from you! You can hold it this time!!! For once, for ONCE, You can keep SOMETHING of it!!

And… the one thing… you never thought you’d never had… even before, you didn’t know you ever had one… didn’t know if anyone would ever have bothered with one, even if they cared for you… That it was too far a reach to give a monster such a thing… But… They did… They said it…

….Fa…

...You don’t even know what to do with that. You’ve been Siffrin for so long. As long as you can remember. So much that your family here don’t know what to do with it. Even as your crying, you can faintly hear them, comforting you with the name you had with them. And you don’t even care to stop them, because you know they mean you. And you’re too busy crying, mumbling between your sobs about all your feeling.

Okay. Breathe. In. and out. In. and out.

You start to ease out of your crying. Your family’s words start to become clear again, bit by bit.

▲ “-okay Sif, it’s okay. Take it easy.”

✦ “i-i’m okay… i…. their…”

◉ “Yeah! Their okay!”

You nod. Still exhausted from your tears, too much to speak.

◆ “Must be quite the pleasant surprise. Though, Seeing them here and now. And With Nille of all people… That is quite the coincidence.”

◉ “… I think, Change might have nudged things a bit when they saw them…”

✿ “Woah! Is that why you asked bout them?! Cause then Frin pulled out the thingy!”

Mirabelle thinks for a moment.

◉ “Huh. Maybe? I’m still sorting this whole thing out a bit… But I’m glad I could help!”

✦ “yeah. Thank you. I… I think… I might need some time to think.”

◆ “Take your time. There has been a LOT packed into a very short while.”

✿ “Dile! Let’s get the thing we talked about!”

◆ “Ah, right. We should have plenty of time to look through the options.”

Part of you wonders what their up to, but your mind is still too muddled to bother. Those names and faces are still bounding around, including that one name...

▲ “You both do that! I think I’m gonna be resting for the whole day. Whole body still hurts a bit.”

◉ “I’ll stay here too! Don’t really have much to do right now.”

◆ “Thought you had more to settle with the House?”

◉ “I can do that tomorrow morning, did plenty today! And could use a bit to settle myself, anyways.”

✦ “Fair. I’ll…. I’ll just be… Up. I guess? Shout if you need me…”

The others give you some questioning looks before you lasso one of the upper rafters with your tendril, and pull yourself up into the clockwork, and up to the face.

You can hear a few comments about it below, but you just let it fade away, into the background noise.

You listen to the sound of ticking, of the movement of gears.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

… You came here often, during that time. Gave yourself a chance to think… The view is different this time, given it’s mid-day, but you don’t mind. The stars were a bonus, but daytime is new. More importantly, No matter how bad a time you were having. No matter how much you were struggling, or what you were worried about… This was a place you could just. Breathe. And relax…

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

… It makes for a nice metronome, doesn’t it? For both body and mind. Easing you into a calm, steady rhythm…

You start to sing. No words to your song, but voice none the less. Not that you’d have the words to speak. Too much to say, too little ways to say it. Your song sounds somber, yet happy, as it echoes through the clockwork. You watch the town below, busy yet safely distant.

… Fa…

You still don’t know what to think about it. It’s short, it’s simple. It’s more a nickname then anything. But… It was for you. You could make it yours, couldn’t you?…

You don’t know if it’s okay. You still can’t remember them all. Their still lost. They still didn’t get a chance to live. And you’re still known as Siffrin, even if just in part. You always thought that, even when you stopped being Siffrin, you’d pick another to give a second chance to, but…

You… You never… never realized how much you wanted this. Wanted to be someone. You always told yourself, if you could just do it right, if you could just play the part right, you’d be happy. But…

But they cared. Even when the illusion shattered, and they saw you for what you are. Even to those who you likely never played a part for. They cared. They still care.

They… they really care about you, don’t they? You. Not Siffrin. You.

… Maybe… Maybe just for them… You can be that? Even if it’s just a bit, you… You can find out who Fa is? Just for them, right?...

You remember what Isa said that one night.

Change is destruction, you know? To bring change, you might hurt people. Might hurt yourself even. So you always have to be careful, make sure it’s worth it.

You’re scared. Siffrin has been safe. Siffrin has been reliable. Siffrin has been your life for seven blinding years now. And doing this…

You’d never be able to go back to it. Not really. The moment you let go of being them, it’ll start to fade as your new you takes it’s space.

And you have no idea what’s on the other side. It could be worse. So much of what you’ve done as yourself instead of Siffrin has felt like it breaks everything it touches, but…

��You...

...You think… You can do this. You think. It’s worth doing this… The fact that, within mere minutes of hearing that name, you are at war with yourself, wanting it so badly… It’s worth it. It’s worth trying…

You think… You know what to do with that name.

… Thank you Siffrin, for carrying you this far. Rest well.

And good luck. Fantasia.

[dragon-ascent]

Ball-dancing with Morax

dragon emperor morax, a ball, and you.

The royal ball is a time when nobility and commoners come together at the palace in honour of the kind emperor’s birth month. Emperor Morax is a just and fair ruler, beloved by all. Well, all except you.

You are a prophesied Hero sent by a holy oracle to kill Morax for his genocide of the people of Khaenri’ah some centuries ago. The incident had been erased from the memories of all other land-dwellers, giving him the appearance of having a clean slate. It’s your destiny to bring about justice for his actions.

Your plan is to dance with Morax, who often enjoys dancing with his subjects, slip a magical poison into his drink, and let it destroy him. The poison takes three days to act and blends seamlessly into the bloodstream once it has done its duty, so nobody will ever be able to trace it back to this day. 

The day of the ball, you are dressed in your finest gown, your face and hair done to perfection as well. There is no need for a concealed weapon in case things go awry, as Morax operates under a strict moral code of never harming the people under his reign. Oh, how that will come back to bite him soon enough. 

He looks ravishing tonight, his golden horns decorated with small rivulets of silk and glass beads. His tail is out on full display, the fine gold fur shining with every movement. His toned body is draped in a rich brown silk long pao, his own dragon emblem adorning the fine cloth. His deep amber eyes, accentuated by the red on his lower eyelids, are mellowed into a beaming smile as the festivities begin.

He is the kind of man you would fall in love with; he is the kind of man you would plunge a dagger into. 

Emperor Morax dances with some of the men and women brave enough to share the spotlight with him, until finally his intense gaze settles on you invitingly. You step up to the offer with ease, taking his hands - calloused and big - and following his lead.

It’s magical, the way he guides you along the ballroom with all the grace of a Qilin. It feels like gliding, and for a second you wonder what it would be like to soar through the skies with Morax in his pure dragon form. 

His touches are gentle, his words equally soft as he regales you with amusing anecdotes from days of yore, soft laughter ringing like temple bells every time you nearly fumble a step. 

Soon enough, he suggests going to the balcony from some fresh night air and a drink, and you readily oblige. His hand rests on the small of your back, like that of a lover, and you cannot help but melt ever so slightly at the gesture. Your heart refreezes itself once more as you remind yourself what this dragon had done once upon a forgotten time.

Still, as he pulls you to himself while he tells you how beautiful you look tonight, you decide to indulge.

His kisses are just as tender and gentle as his hands, and they linger on your skin like eventide dewdrops. When your lips connect, it feels like the earth itself has given way and you are free-falling, with Morax being the one to break the fall. Minutes pass before he deems it fit to pull away. 

The way he slides his hands along the curve of your waist and settles there; it is almost as though you are someone completely familiar to him. His smile is like stars bursting forth through shadow. You cannot get enough, it’s intoxicating.

His beautiful brown and gold tail flexes and coils around you tenderly, the scales shimmering like quartz. So enamored by his tail are you, that you hardly register the sinister golden gleam that flashes across his irises for a split second.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers, “My dear, you are the seventh incarnation of the Hero I have had to deal with.”

(just a concept, might turn this into a full-fledged fic if people are interested.)

[lokis-dark-queen]

A “Horny” Reunion Pt. 2/2

Sub Loki/Dom Female Reader

Summary: After being away for a whole weekend on a mission, Loki’s love finally comes home dressed in her deliciously tight combat suit, and she is ready to fulfill his previous request.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT 18+, handcuffs and lots of teasing, unprotected sex, and Loki being turned on by dominant women.

Word Count: 2.6k

Also on AO3

Loki paced back and forward in front of the door, anxiously waiting for the return of his beloved. He recalled their night that they shared not long ago, when she pushed him down onto the soft reading chair and rode him until he nearly forgot his name. He remembered the way she told him to wear his horns so that she could use them as handles while she bounced on top of him. He didn’t even have time to be ashamed of how soon he came before she pushed him down onto his knees and made him eat her pussy. The way that she used his horns to pull him closer drove him insane and made his head spin. He would do anything for her, and he loved when she was dominant over him. Call it years of suppressed issues that he may not have worked out completely, but he went insane whenever she pushed him around. 

And now he waited not so patiently for her to come back from her short mission over the weekend. Just some short recon for S.H.I.E.L.D, she didn’t tell Loki much about it. All that Loki knew was that when she walked through that door, that deliciously tight combat suit would be hugging every curve on her body. 

Loki was lost in his sexual thoughts as she walked through the door behind him. Loki whipped around to greet her, desperate to finally touch her. 

“Waiting for something, mischief?” She smirked, dropping her duffle bag on the floor with a thump and quickly walking towards him to finally wrap her arms around him. 

“You know what I’m waiting for, darling.” He smirked, opening his arms to accept her warm embrace. 

Loki kissed her forehead as they softly collided, even a weekend apart was too long for them. And sure enough, she was wearing the combat suit that he had been fantasizing about. 

“You didn’t miss me too much, I hope.” She giggled, playing with the inky curls that rested on his shoulders. 

“Well I couldn't think about anything else the whole weekend, darling. You have crawled your way into my head and my heart.” 

“What? Like a parasite?” She teased. 

Loki rolled his eyes at her smartass comment, “If you want to call yourself a parasite, then by all means.” 

She pulled him down by the collar of his dark green tee so that she could place a passionate kiss on his lips. Loki’s strong hands gripped her hips through the smooth material of her suit to pull her closer. Their bodies swayed together in romantic bliss as her tongue slipped past his lips. Loki’s hands wandered to the small of her back before taking a nice handful of her ass, pushing her hips closer to him in the process. 

She gave his lower lip a soft, teasing bite as she pulled away, “You better watch what you say to me, mischief. I hope you remember our little deal that we made.” 

“Remember? Darling, it’s all I've been thinking about since.” He smirked, continuing to run his hands along her body, taking in the sight of her that he had ingrained into his head. 

“Well then.” She placed her hand on his chest pushing him backwards towards their bedroom, “I hope you'll be a good boy for me.” 

“No promises, my love.” He had a dumb smile on his face, his pupils dilated with a mix of lust and love. 

He let out a small grunt as the backs of his knees met the mattress behind him. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down so that he sat on the edge. He looked up at her feminine frame towering over him, his eyes wide in anticipation, excited for what was about to happen next.  

“Take your shirt off and lay down with your hands over your head, I want you to hold on to the headboard.” She walked around the bed to her side where her nightstand was. She opened the drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs with the god’s name written all over them. 

Loki wasted no time practically tearing off his tee and moving backwards on the bed so that his hands were close to the headboard, raising his arms eagerly so that she could cuff his wrists to the headboard comfortably. 

Amused by his eagerness, she laughed lightly and comfortably secured the handcuffs. She was the only one who would ever see him like this, needy, vulnerable, at will. She looked down at him through her lashes and zipped the tight uniform down slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts while backing up a little so he could see her body better. 

Moving closer, she placed her hands on his covered knees, running them slowly up his thighs to where the bulge was prominent in his lounge pants. 

“I’ve never seen someone with so much power get turned on by being handcuffed to a bed.” She quipped. 

“How many powerful people are you cuffing to your bed, darling?” 

“Doesn’t matter,” She put her hand under his jaw so he would look her in the eye, “I just need the one.” Her fingers explored his alabaster skin, fingernails lightly scratching his chest as she traveled down his body. His stomach flexed in anticipation, hips jutting towards her. “Stay still mischief, don’t make me cuff your ankles as well.” 

His jaw clenched at her teasing, need growing by the second. He always anticipated her teasing, but when she was actually doing it, he went insane. And she knew he would begin to beg soon.

“Darling, are you really gonna do this to me? After I was deprived of you for so long?” He looked at her with almost a doe like innocence to his eyes. 

“And by ‘so long' you mean two days?” She rolled her eyes.

“It felt like an eternity.” 

She laughed, playing with the waistband of his soft cotton trousers that left little to the imagination, especially since he wore no boxers beneath them. “So dramatic.” 

He moaned quietly as she curled her fingers beneath the elastic waistband, pulling them down ever so slowly. 

“Love, I need you, please.” His confident demeanor began to slip. 

“What do you need, baby?” She spoke to him in a soft voice, his head spun and cheeks began to flush. 

“Touch me.” 

“You don’t make demands tonight. Now, where do you want me to touch you?” Her thumb lightly brushed his cock, still concealed underneath the fabric. “Here?” 

“Yes I- Please.” He bucked his hips towards her teasing hands. 

“Shh patience.” She dipped the waistband lower and lower, watching as the trail of hair from his belly button all the way down to the base of his cock became revealed to her. 

When she looked up at Loki, right before she would release his throbbing arousal from containment, she saw he had his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut as we waited for her to grant him pleasure. 

“Look at me, Loki.” She demanded. 

Loki raised his head, the beginning of tears flooded his eyes. He gasped when his warm dick was finally exposed to the air of the room as she took his pants completely off, leaving him naked while she remained fully clothed. 

She straddled his legs and placed her hands on his hips, still avoiding where he needed her touch most. Her hands ran up his torso to his face, where she leaned down and kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of her soft lips on his, melting into her kiss. 

She sat back, looking down at him with pride and power, and wrapped hand around his erect cock. “Is this what you wanted?” 

“Oh- yes, thank you.” He whimpered out as she finally touched him where he most desired. 

She tortured him with slow, drawn out strokes, a bead of glassy pre-cum leaked from the tip, lubricating her soft hand. Her free hand continued to explore his pale torso, playing with the thin, dark hairs that decorated his chest in sparse areas. Deciding to tease the poor god even more, she ghosted the pads of her fingers around his nipples. She was lost in him, his gasps, his moans, every begging word that fell from his lips, it pulled her deeper into the vast sea that was his godly form. He appeared as if he was carved out of marble, sculpted to perfection by the finest artist who ever lived. She couldn’t even fathom how much she loved this man beneath her, she just wanted to show him. 

Loki’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he pulled against the restraints, the cool metal of the handcuffs dug into his skin. Causing him that perfect line between pain and pleasure. 

“Hey, look at me, look at me when I’m bringing you pleasure.” 

Loki's eyes shot open as she stopped her movements on his weeping cock. 

“P-Please, don’t- don’t stop.” He begged. 

Moving her body upwards, her clothed core hovered right above his cock. With her hands on either side of his head, she dipped down slightly so that he could bury his face in her breasts, unzipping the suit to just below her navel so she could feel more of his mouth on her skin. He sucked the soft flesh of her tits, leaving little marks in the process. He licked all the way up the valley between her soft breasts to her neck, finding her weak spot that made her gasp. 

She lowered her hips, the smooth material greeted his velvety cock as he could feel her warmth envelop him. Loki muttered a slight ‘thank you’ as she began to slowly move her hips on top of him. He bucked his groin up to meet hers, this time she didn’t bother stopping him as she began to grow soft on him. His begging wasn’t for nothing after all. 

“Do you wanna touch me, mischief?” 

Loki’s eyes lit up in excitement at what she was hinting at. 

“Please, I’ll do anything, I jus- I just need to feel you, my love.” 

His borderline pathetic attempts at begging won the girl over as she undid his restraints. Just as his hands were about to land on her body, she caught them, holding his wrists in her hands. 

“I never said you were able to freely touch me.” She smirked down at the wide eyed god beneath her, his pupils blown wide with lust. “I’m gonna put your hands where I want them. Understand?” 

Loki nodded and she took his strong hands and placed them on the sides of her breasts, where the material of the combat suit still covered. His thumbs brushed over her pebbled nipples that made tiny bumps beneath the suit. 

“Right there.” She whispered, her hands returning to rest on his chest so that she could resume her motions on his cock. 

Hands never moving from their destined place where she decided to put them, Loki looked up at her with undeniable pleasure, his whimpers and moans all in worship to the woman above him.   

The smooth material of her tight combat suit that plagued his mind for weeks at this point felt like heaven on his hands and cock. She looked so powerful above him, playing with his hair as she circled her hips, his precum shining the suit. 

“P-please-” Loki begged once again, he didn’t even know what he was pleading for.

“What do you want, baby? Do you wanna come inside me?” 

Loki’s hips thrusted up in need at her words, he wanted to sheath his throbbing length inside of her more than anything right now. 

She began to strip off the rest of her combat suit, Loki’s hands wandering to help her shrug it off her shoulders. She didn’t stop him, much to his surprise, she just let him assist her. He was internally mourning the loss of the suit that he fantasized about. But he was too desperate for her to ride him right now to care. 

Once the suit was abandoned on the floor, Loki forgot about her rule on where his hands were supposed to go as they wandered to grope her tits and play with her hardened nipples. She let out a small gasp of pleasure before she moved them down to her waist so he could hold on to her as she lifted her hips to catch his tip on her clit. She circled until he was seated at her wet entrance, slowly moving down on his shaft. His eyes never left hers as she moaned out his name when he was fully seated inside her. 

His hips slowly and hesitantly attempted to thrust into her before she stopped him. 

“Not so fast mischief, you just lie back like a good boy and let me ride you.” She looked down at him and slowly circled her hips, grinding her clit against his lower abdomen.

One of his hands went to grab the headboard as she slowly drew out his pleasure, the other gripped her ass in an attempt to move her faster. She grabbed it and brought it to her mouth, taking his index and middle fingers into her mouth as she would his cock before bringing it down to her clit. She bounced on his dick and he got the hint to begin rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. His eyes traveled from where their bodies connected, to her soft breasts bouncing hypnotically, to her pretty face. Her mouth was open, moaning profanities along with his name. She looked beautiful like this, absolutely fucked out in pleasure. 

“You look s-so so perfect, d-darling… FUCK! I love you.” He struggled to speak as she picked up the pace on top of him. 

She smirked with pride above him, his fingers moving faster on her clit, causing her to lose composure. She leaned forward and loosely wrapped her hand around his neck, his eyes rolled back into his skull. His both of their moans became louder, bouncing off the walls and surely disturbing those in neighboring apartments. 

“Fuck- Loki! I’m gonna cum!” She moved her hips faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of her like no one ever had before. He was perfect, everything about him, down to the way he fucked her. 

Loki grasped onto her hips, obviously she didn’t care much about where he put his hands as her head was thrown back in pleasure. 

“Come on darling- cum on my cock.” His fingers moved faster to bring on her climax. 

She quivered above him as she came, her hips moved spastically against him, screaming his name. Her body went weak and she collapsed on top of him, her chest flushed with his as he held her head and thrusted up into her, chasing his much needed release. 

With one last hard thrust he coated her walls with his thick ropes of hot cum, letting out something between a guttural growl and a desperate moan. 

They laid there, skin to skin, with a thin gleam of sweat covering them. Taking in the feeling of being with each other in a state of such bliss. Loki kissed her temple as she laid on top of him, his fingernails gently scratched up and down her back. 

“I love you darling, so so much.” He said, playing with her messy hair. 

She lifted her face from the crook of his neck, placing a loving kiss on his jawline before looking up at him.

“I love you too, my sweet mischief.” Her fingers ran along his cheekbones, “Any more sexy suggestions?” She giggled. 

“My darling, I don’t know how else to put this, but you fucked me so good that I can’t think at the moment.” He held her tighter to his form, his cock softening inside her, “I’m sure I'll think of something though.” 

“Oh, I hope so. Maybe next time you can be in charge.” She winked

“I plan on it darling.”

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Ezana Concept Art

Concept art and translations for Ezana! Translation notes and image id under the cut.

Translation notes:

On the first page when Ikushima is talking about how he feels pressure to make his drawings beautiful, he's actually saying something more like "Usually with sexy woman I go 'I'm obligated to/I must make them beautiful!'... " but no matter how I phrased it the wording felt awkward in English, so I changed the sentence to go without the quotes.

There's a note on the second page above the monochrome sketch that was pretty hard to read (the middle character in particular might have been scribbled out?), so I kind of guessed at the rough meaning from the surrounding characters. The first kanji seems to be 玄, which has the general meaning of "mysterious, occultness, black, deep, profound," and the third kanji seems to be 器, which has the general meaning of "utensil, vessel, receptacle, implement, instrument, ability, container, tool, set". I went with "mysterious staff" as the meaning of the kanji together, also working off of the fact that it's. um. pointing at a staff that seems vaguely mysterious.

"Call forth the rain" was more literally just "rain," but it uses a particle at the end that has a vaguely commanding/requesting vibe to it, so I added extra words to convey that.

There's a part on the second page where I write "SHAMAN" in all caps. On that particular line, "Shaman" was written out using English phonetics, whereas on the rest of the page when I use the word it's the Japanese word for an equivalent concept.

"Lines like a weather map" is literally "isobar pattern". I'm assuming that most people aren't familiar with the word "isobar" (including myself) but from a brief google search, isobars are the lines that show up on a map when weather forecasts are trying to show the range of a storm and the barometric pressure specifically. Since it's (probably) not a commonly-known word, I just wrote out the "weather map" stuff instead.

"Sexy as it sounds" is a weird one. I think it's a portion of this phrase, which is defined as, "not existing despite seeming like it should", but just uses some different particles at the end which I'm assuming make it non-negative (e.g., "as sexy as it should be"). But I couldn't find a ton of examples of how the phrase is used though or what the differences in particles would be, so I just kind of went with the auto-translation I got from Deepl.

Image id:

[id: Multiple images from the Triangle Strategy artbook surrounding Ezana Qlinka. There is a page with a large colored portrait of her, along with a smaller line drawing in the corner. There are two illustrator's notes at the bottom: the first is, "Ezana has a really lovely ethnic design. Actually, after the character's portrait was completed, Mr. Ikushima redid all the linework, which added a lot to the character's beauty! (Yoshiura Rina)" and the second is, "Ezana is primitive, spiritual, and also a mysterious kind of character. With sexy women I usually feel pressure to make them beautiful, but strangely she was very easy to draw. I like how the natural colors are interspersed with the lapis lazuli. (Ikushima Naoki)". On the second page, the top half has several drawings of Ezana in a design close to her canon one. It is titled, "Weather Manipulator (Shaman)". There is one drawing where Ezana is without her headdress, captioned, "If there are different ranks of shaman, I think it'd be fine to start out without the headdress." There is a note pointing to her headress labeled, "Sheep's skull with some parts cut off," and another that reads, "Horns. Red and blue cord is coiled." Another note points to a full sheep skull and reads, "Origin. It's been shaved away starting at about this area." It points to roughly the middle of it. Another note points to a feather ruff she wears, labeled, "Crow feathers". Her staff is labeled, "A staff with elements similar to a dreamcatcher". There is a portrait of her from the back, with a note reading, "Back of the dress is open." The second half of the page is titled, "Weather Manipulator (Shaman) Large Brainstorming WIP". There are 5 drawings, each of a different potential design. The first is similar to her canon design, but with darker skin and a black dress. The second is very colorful, and has the notes, "Hear the song from the wind and go into a trance" as well as "Lines like a weather map" and "I think it would look better if the saturation was lowered a little or the colors were narrowed down a bit." The third drawing has a purple cloak with eyes on it, and seems to be throwing seeds into the air, captioned, "Sowing seeds toward the sky." The fourth design uses more pastels/bright colors, and has a drum at her hip. She seems to be saying, "Thunder!" and there is a note that reads, "Beat the cover and let it resonate through the air." The fifth drawing is of a woman wearing a full mask and a heavy cloak made of grass fibers. It has several bullet points including, "Weather Manipulator (Shaman)," "Female SHAMAN", "Indigenous - Separate wind and lightning magic", and "As sexy as it sounds." She holds a staff which is labeled, "Mysterious Staff" and also has a note reading, "Indigenous". She seems to be saying, "Bring forth the rain..." There are two illustrator's notes on the bottom. The first reads, "Mr. Asano requested that I add in leopard print, and I thought about how I could make it unique. (Naoki Ikushima)" and the second reads, "Looking at it again, it's a really sexy outfit. And it's great in battle! (Tomoya Asano)" /end id]