#I never would draw this man this much if it was not for them soooooo

[mbirnsings-71]

@cannimochi, a while ago: *Says the words god and Dick Grayson in the same sentence* me, who had a greek mythology hyperfixation in middle school, picking up my stylus: Well now I know what I have to doodle-

[aeragan]

ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

✭ pairing(s): mydeimos x afab! gn reader

✩ inspo: lots and lots on nine inch nails.

★ summary: mydei is able to make you confess one of your deepest fantasies after you torment him with a scandalous depiction of him.

✧ a/n: mydei got meee soooooo fuckeddddddd upppppppppppp. ENJOYY. this will probably be the only time i write him being (relatively) rough.

🗒 cw: SMUT, gn reader, afab reader, porn with plot, p in v, predator/prey, biting, manhandling, marking, overstimulation, mating press, pronebone, creampie, breeding kink, aftercare, PROOFREAD

✎ wc: 8.9k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Kremnoans were quite the popular choice for a strong, dominant male lead in explicit novels. Given today’s market, and the Okhemans views on Kremnoans, romance has become quite popular these days. Perhaps it was just the circle you had been in online, but it seemed that all the newest books released were of this genre. 

One of these books wasn’t so subtle, depicting a certain someone as the male lead for a book that was just full of… interesting scenarios. You preferred not to oversaturate your shelves with romance books, but when you heard your lover was depicted in this book, you couldn’t help yourself. You bought one right away. The idea of him knowing what part of the populace fantasized about him made you laugh. 

You were sprawled out on the couch, holding the book above you as you read. Mydei, which you had tortured thoroughly with retellings of what the mcs had gotten up to, was sitting across from you in a lounge chair, trying to enjoy the sun. He had his eyes closed, head craned back as the sun casted warm rays from the balcony onto his skin.

“You know, if they knew you enjoyed basking in the sun like a cat, perhaps this book never would have been written,” You chuckle, looking over at him.

All he does is furrow his brows and grunt, not offering you much else to respond to. You sigh and go back to the book, barely halfway into it. You suppose you should have expected just how raunchy it was going to be, but with a sex scene right out of the gate and a poorly disguised breeding kink paired with an author who seemed like they wanted to write omegaverse, but couldn’t quite get behind the idea, no one could fault you for being surprised. The writing was bad, horribly so, but amusing nonetheless. 

On top of that, the author had Mydei horribly wrong. You guess you can’t blame them though, they never had the pleasure of having the man in their bed. They wrote him as more beast than man, all grunts and huffs and occasional obscenities. They got his stamina right, though. Unfortunately, with an immortal lover, especially one forged in war, he had what seemed to be an endless amount of stamina, compared to yours.

Oftentimes, you found yourself tapping out by the third round. He was not cruel, either. He didn’t like to toy with the idea of overstimulating you, because when your moans turned into cries, it always reached his heart specifically. He always pulls away, cuddles you a bit, then draws you a bath. 

The Mydei – which they have called… ‘Frydei’– in this book, however, did not give the main character a chance to tap out. He barely gave her aftercare. He was more of a walking red flag than the content cat in front of you.

To be honest, you couldn't really picture what you were reading. It was… a lot. The story was barely coherent with its sex scenes, even worse with its plot. The most you could make out on this page–

“Oh. He just tore off her lingerie,” You chime, not allowing Mydei a moment's peace.

“That's just redundant.” He responds with a hint of annoyance, finally opening his eyes.

“Right? Who would do that? Aside from–” You snicker, “My– Sorry, Frydei, of course.”

“For the last time, that is not my name.” He growls, finally giving you a reaction as he scowls.

“You're right, it isn't,” You tease, “It's only the protagonist of this book, who is very clearly not you.”

“I am going to take that book away from you, I swear it.” He says with a huff.

“What? Like I'm a child? You won't.” You tease, a fading laugh in your voice.

“I will. You’re acting like one.”

“You can go anywhere else in this house, you know. You wouldn't have to listen to me read it, but here you are. You've stayed here for an hour.”

Mydei falls silent, then opens his mouth after a beat to retort, only to find no words. He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms, closing his eyes once more, the tips of his ears turning red.

“C'mon… have a little fun with me!” You sit up, looking towards Mydei, who seems to feel your stare, as his face begins to turn away. “It's not that bad if you laugh. Enjoy it!”

“Enjoy what? Those odd fantasies that people have of me? I am not that… brutish. Nor sex-crazed.” He says indignantly.

“Okay, I see your point. It is kinda weird when I think about it. But it's also kinda funny…”

“No, it is not.”

“Well, it's kind of no different than me telling you about my fantasies.”

“It is. That author is a stranger. You are my partner.”

“Okay, okay, you're right… but c'mon! Indulge me a little!”

“In… what, exactly? Do not tell me you dream of me doing those things to you.”

“I would never.”

Oh but you have. You so have. You do your best not to show it, but somehow your voice comes off as sarcastic rather than truthful. Which, in turn, leads Mydei to open his eyes once more and look at you, catching your gaze as your face blooms in all sorts of shades of red and pink.

Okay. You love Mydei, and you've really loved the sex with him. The lazy, indulgent sex, where he drags you along his cock, groaning your name while you draw out more moans from him. Even the rougher, more heated nights, when he has you pinned to the wall or bent over. You've always loved his desperation when it comes to you.

“You… are lying,” He gawks, brows furrowing as they always did while he tries to decipher your face. “Do not tell me you really want me to take you in those ways.”

You fluster, giving him a sheepish, awkward smile, before closing the book. No need for a bookmark, anyways. You bought this just to see how badly they butchered Mydei.

“No! Noooo… I really would never…” You brush off, tearing your gaze away from him. “It's not like I'd want you to chase me down like an animal and have your way with me or anything.”

It is like you'd like him to hunt you as his prey.

He calls your name. You fall still.

“Did you buy this book to read about your fantasies with me?” He stands from his chair, and you freak out internally.

“No... I bought it ‘cause it was funny,” At least that part was true.

“I don't believe you. You realize you can just talk to me–”

You clear your throat, then stand up quickly. It's clear this is starting to turn into a serious conversation, the way his words slow and his tone deepens. Just as you turn on your heels though, he grabs your wrist. He knows you all too well. His grip is something you can easily slip from, as to not hurt you.

“– As I was saying. You can just talk to me about any fanta–”

You clear your throat again.

“– sies or things you'd like to try. As long as it doesn't hurt–”

You clear your throat again, and pull your hand free of his grip. He doesn't chase after it, at least, not with his hands. You take one step, and he is behind you, crossing his arms and looking down at you. You really, really, don't want to look back.

“Will you let me finish? Or are you going to keep acting so childish?” 

Yeesh. You'd rather not have to deal with a lecture, but now you're being scolded, too. He is right, however. You understand you're being childish. And while nothing has ever made you feel the need to be embarrassed around Mydei, there was a fantasy of yours that you were too ashamed to talk about. You don't know why, you were sure there were a million other things that were more debauched. And it wasn't like you thought he'd find it disgusting… you think. There was just an odd shame attached to the thought.

Taking notice of the way you relax, he steps back, giving you time to make a quick remark. When you don't, he continues,

“As long as it doesn't hurt you, I am willing to try,” He finally finishes, his own form relaxing. “You shouldn't have to read books about me in… those ways… just to live out a certain fantasy.”

“I swear that I did not get the book for that reason,” You defend yourself, still unable to meet his gaze as you turn around. “It has nothing to do with it... Okay, it sorta has something to do with it. But not in the way you think.”

“Care to tell me?” He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s really embarrassing…”

“Have I done something to make you feel that way about anything?” He takes a step closer to you, voice softening.

“... No…”

A silence falls between you two, as you shrink away from his gaze. He raises an eyebrow once more, and just as he decides to give it up–

“Please don’t make me explain predator and prey to you…”

He lets out a huff of laughter, uncrossing his arms. “That’s what you find embarrassing?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, placing a hand on your shoulder and staring down at you. “Why would I have any qualms with a desire like that?”

The way he looks down at you, piercing eyes heavy lidded, as he crowds you, sends a bolt straight to your core. It honestly catches you off guard. The corner of his lip twitches upwards, gracing you with a scorching smirk that makes your head spin. 

For once, Mydei allows himself to indulge in your stupor. He reaches up and cups your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. That in of itself chases away all your words. You’re too stunned to speak, and find yourself chasing after his hand. He hums in response, his smirk blossoming into a smile. His hand falls from your cheek, down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, pressing the heel of his palm against the column of your neck. He doesn’t restrict your breathing, but the action causes you to whine. A sound that pleases Mydei even more. 

You are, in essence, trapped. Even with the amount of space behind you, Mydei’s presence and the way he’s caging you in makes you feel trapped. A wonderful feeling that mingles with a hint of fear, which makes you feel lightheaded. Every single nerve of yours is alight with something close enough to adrenaline, your pulse jumping and skipping beneath his fingers.

“This…” He purrs, leaning closer, closer, even closer… “... is all it takes?”

With a proud smile, he lets go, leaving you momentarily dazed.

“In due time, my love,” He chuckles, clearly taking pleasure from leaving you on the edge. “I’d quite like to indulge in your fantasy. However, this room is not the place for such things. Let me find somewhere more fitting, then we can have our fun.”

You answer him with a feverish nod, watching as he takes his seat back down on the chair. You take notice of the way he readjusts his pants, but make no attempt to point it out. You look away sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands.

“At the very least, please throw away that book,” He breaks the silence, looking over at the book, still in your hands.

“No way! It’s gold, and also, that’s wasteful,” You huff, finally coming back to your senses.

“Please. I’ll get you something better. I’ll get you actual literature.” 

“This is literature! It’s art, actually!”

.  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .

Mydei had chosen the Strife Ruins of Castrum Kremnos for your little… escapade. With Nikador gone, the danger there was waning. Not only that, but the gods would not be looking down on such debauched acts, either. There had still been titankin roaming around the area, but he made quick work of them the day before, not wanting to exert himself too hard the day of, nor risk getting you into any danger. 

You had never seen Castrum Kremnos, not even its ruins. What you didn’t expect was the way into your ‘hunting ground’ being a massive chain raised high above the ground. As such, you ended up clinging to Mydei’s bicep, shaking your head fervently.

“You’re more than fine with me hunting you down, but you’re afraid of heights?” He scoffs, looking down at you as you wrap your arms around his, pressing further into him.

“One is something very exciting–” You huff, turning your head up so you wouldn’t look down. “The other could very well lead to death. Scratch that– will. I’m not immortal, Mydei.”

He responds with a hmph, wrenching his arm from your grip, before leaning down and scooping you up into his arms. You are quick to curl up in them, hiding your face in his neck as he starts to walk. You do your best not to think about the  drop beneath you. Mydei’s steps are steady at least, and even if he had teased you earlier, he held you close. Unfortunately, it did little to abate your fear of the drop. The chain does not creak beneath you, the only sound within the ruins is the wind– which only serves to remind you with the height–, and the lightning. 

A minute feels like five, and by the time you two reach solid ground (that isn’t raised several thousand feet above ground, or at the very least, has proper supports beneath it), your knees are weak. When you look behind you, a staircase leads down to the swaying chains that you were just on. The room was quite nice, more well kept than the rest of the ruins you’ve seen. 

“This is where you’ll start,” Mydei places his hand on your head while you catch your breath, trying to still the shaking in your legs. He runs his fingers through your hair, either to calm you or–

You whine. You didn’t mean to, but it escapes your lips nonetheless. Not because of the fading fear, no, the way that Mydei’s hand pets you feel oddly… small…? Well, yes, you were, compared to him. But you feel smaller. Like you could be easily overpowered by him. Which, he also could. He was toying with you. Waiting for you to calm down so you could run. He stared down at you with a beastly glint in his eye, as he shifted on his feet impatiently.

He preens at this noise that escapes you, but doesn’t do much else. He waits for you to make your decision, crossing his arms and tapping his fingers along his muscles. He was too calm. You stare for a second longer, and notice how his breath shook, and chest expanded with each breath of air. He was eager. 

You won’t deny him any longer. Despite your shaky legs, and the rapid thumping of your heart, you start. As the mechanism for the door spins and unlocks, you look back at Mydei. He smiles. You run.

A heat that is almost foreign to you wracks your body. It clings to the muscle beneath your skin, a mix of adrenaline and something more; arousal. You can already feel the heat gathered between your legs, and you haven’t even started the proper chase yet.

The first room you end up in is a total nothing-burger, empty, with no place to hide. You turn to the hallway at the left, met with a staircase that leads to a bigger room. The ruins opened up above you, the dull light of the evernight shining down on you. A chill washes over you, before you continue up the staircase. It’s messy– of course it is, these ruins have been untended for far too long. Next to you lay a pile of rubble that descended from the floor above you, knocked over crates littering the corners with mechanisms. In front of you is a statue of what you assume to be Nikador.

When you step forward and look down the floor beneath you almost seems pristine, save for one or two stone pillars that were shattered. You step away, not wanting to accidentally slip and fall. Opposite of the rubble beside you, there is a door that is just a couple steps away. But, to you, that feels too easy. With a huff, you scramble onto the pile of stone, hopping over to the other side. Taking a couple more steps, you look down a rather tall hallway, which led to… nothing it seemed. Next to you, however, were two stairways. You choose the right stairway instead, the one with a narrow passage through the rubble seeming more promising, as you believed it led up higher.

As you ascend, you realize how quiet it is. You are alone. Possibly. Perhaps Mydei had chosen to forego the head start he told you he’d give you. After all, why should a predator be fair to his prey? That thought alone tears a low ‘haah’ from your throat, making the seat of your underwear wet. You pick up your pace, climbing up to the stairs faster. 

You scramble once you reach the top, looking for some place to hide. Your earlier thought does little to quell the sudden fear of being watched. Even with the empty ruins, and the titankin dead, there is a lingering feeling, something in the back of your mind tells you that this silence is unnatural. Could Nikador possibly still be here? Or was it Mydei? You didn’t know, but the idea made your skin prickle. You end up hiding behind a pillar and some rubble, peering over the rock, watching the door you came from diligently.

You were right. Mydei emerged from the entrance shortly after you took up your position. His footsteps echo throughout the ruins, accompanied by the faint chimes of his jewelry. He was naked. You bite back a shudder as you ogle him from so far away, sinking further down as you do your best to stay calm. Even with how far he is from you, you can still see the vague ridges and lines of his body, accentuated by the evernight. He had left his necklace and armband on, yet had shed the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but wonder why, perhaps he was too impatient? You couldn’t fault him for that, considering how quickly you started to run.

You don’t get to think about it any longer. He begins to look around, and you duck completely behind the pillar and rubble to conceal yourself, curling up against it. You place a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, just in case you were to shudder or whine. You can hear his footsteps, bare against the tile. By the sound of it, it seems he chooses not to take the route you did, as you hear his steps get fainter, quieter. You peek out just a little, to see where he’s going. He doesn’t go through the door, instead walking through a small path of rubble, towards a different door, almost parallel to the other one. He pauses for a moment, his movements quickly slow, and you duck back away.

It’s so quiet. You tremble a little, closing your eyes. You can hear his breath echo in the space, which soon turns into a grunt of irritation, or anticipation. It’s hard to tell. Then, he continues walking. You push yourself further against the rubble, as if there was a chance he truly could find you there. He keeps walking, walking, walking… you can hear him beneath you as he went further into the ruins, and it terrifies you. Your breath hitches and you press your legs together, either to keep trying to make yourself invisible or ward off the heat between your legs. 

His footsteps continue beneath you. However, they start to fade once more, slowly, slowly, before disappearing all-together. You wait for another minute, curled up tight, until you are sure he’s really gone. Not a single sound rings out in the ruins as you do.

Slowly, you stretch out your legs, peeking out from behind the pillar and looking around. No sign of him below. You look across from you to the other floor and see nothing. Slowly, you stand up. Your legs shake, either from how hard you had just scared yourself, or adrenaline. Most likely both. With one more sweep across what you could see, you confirm he has left the room. Carefully, you make your way to the stairs, doing your best to stay silent. Your own footsteps echo all around you, even as you try to tip-toe your way down. You keep your hand latched over your mouth to muffle the sounds of your breathing.

You trace back what path you assumed he had taken, following the side of the stairs and rounding a corner. There had been a doorway just underneath the platform you were hiding on, which you hadn’t noticed. You step closer, heart beating faster. He must’ve taken this way down. Slowly, you lean forward, swaying gently, trying to see if he was simply hiding behind a corner.

Above you, you hear a ‘hmph’. Fear shoots up your spine and wracks your nerves, as you jerk your head up. 

Mydei stands proud, staring down at you with a smirk. His arms crossed, as if he’s waiting for you to do something. Your stomach flip-flops as you stare up for another moment, before you finally choose to run. The minute you so much as flinch, you hear him turn around towards the stairway and run. This makes you yelp, his footsteps much heavier and faster. Fast. Titans, he’s fast. Faster than you.

Your legs burn as you muster all your strength to run. You make a dash for the door you saw earlier, and it opens just barely, causing you to hit your shoulder on the way out. You wince and cry out, but you don’t stop. You can hear his footsteps falter behind you at this, but soon pick up all too quickly. 

Looking to your left, there is a rather large door that seems all too heavy to open, especially with this man so close behind. As you make your decision to run to the right, he lunges for you. As his arms reach out to catch you, you duck, and push with all your might, scrambling, but ultimately dodging him. It burns. You let out a sharp breath, barely pushing yourself up the stairs. You can hear him grunt behind you, clearly dissatisfied. You stumble for a second, the heat in your core throwing you off as you hear his borderline beastly breathing, but you don’t dwell on it, scrambling left and running up another set of stairs, and another. Unfamiliar with your surroundings, you have unintentionally cornered yourself. Only Mydeimos knows this. He is quite pleased with the route you’ve taken. You keep running further and further, the light from the moonlight above getting dimmer and dimmer as your legs begin to shake more and more, there's no chance anymore if he gets close again. You can only hear the sound of your own heartbeat and breathing as you step closer to whatever fate you've paved for yourself. And now, you realize you can no longer even hear him, not his footsteps, his breathing, not a single thing. The way you run so frantically only makes him harder, the head of his cock flushed a deep red, a pearl of precum forming, then clinging to his skin and dribbling down his shaft. He knows this hunt will be over soon enough. His breathing only gets heavier, a slight rasp in the back of his throat as he watches you. It has been far too long since he’s been this excited, desperate even. 

With your heart pounding loudly in your ears, the only sound that rivals it now is your harsh breathing. You didn’t take notice of the way Mydei had slowed to a walk behind you and kept running. There was no time to think about the circular platform with the most redundant stairs you’ve seen, ones that circle around the platform and down, instead of leading straight down into the floor beneath it. You almost throw yourself off of the platform. You quickly duck, feeling as if Mydei would catch you, pushing yourself to the set of stairs. Taking two steps at a time, your mind finally catches up to where you are.

In front of you, a bridge to what is most likely the arena spans before you. The air is only slightly warm, as the air blows past, the heat rising from the magma beneath you, also flowing through the Kremnoan crest at the head of the stands. There’s not much more to think about, only one word following up as you begin to move. Run. You must run.

You continue on, despite the pain blossoming beneath your arm, the searing warmth tearing at your muscles, or even the way each breath feels as if you are drawing in ash into your lungs. You find yourself in the middle of the grand arena, the flames in the braziers still burning bright, the stands towering up behind them. You take another left, towards another heavy looking door. It doesn’t matter to you at this point, your body and mind both tell you to get away.

You scramble over the rock and rubble, pushing into the door to open it. The door clatters, but doesn’t budge. You push again and all it results in is a clank of the door hitting what you assume is rubble behind it. You whine as you try one more time, to no avail.

Behind you, a deep laugh rings out. You spin around quickly, met with your one and only. The faint light of the evernight, paired with the glow of the magma and fire casts a near ethereal glow on his figure. He opens his arm, a devilish smile gracing his lips as he walks towards you, his hair swaying with the wind, normally so kept, now disheveled, messy. The fear goes straight to your core, as you let out a wanton whimper and push against the door with desperation, even if you understood it wouldn’t open.

Mydei closes in, slowly. You take notice of the way his tattoos glow, something that makes you press your legs together. Closer, closer, closer he comes, and you find yourself frozen. All that running took so much out of you. You press against the door and crumple, a pitiful whimper escaping you and carrying across the wind. You watch as his cock twitches, each step closer making him seem more feral. He loved seeing you this way, loved the way you trembled, and most of all, adored the little whine that escaped your lips.

No longer able to take the suspense he was creating, he rushes up to you. You’re not even capable of registering what’s going on, before he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp as he begins to haul you back to the center of the arena, but you’re so tired that you can’t even feign an attempt at escape. The most you can do is mewl.

You give up, pliant in his arms. Eventually, he sets you down in the middle of the arena. The ground is cold, despite the lava flowing beneath the platform. He hovers over you for just a moment as if taking in his catch. Then, he hooks his thighs under your knees, locking your legs against his, propping himself up with his hands by your shoulders. He’s warm. So warm. It’s nice, if not dizzying. 

He wastes no time, tugging the hem of your shirt up impatiently. He only seems to get warmer as your shirt is thrown off, discarded somewhere amidst the decorated arena. Just as eagerly, he pulls at your pants. Given the position, it’s a bit awkward, yet he struggles to pull back enough to pull them off. You do your best to wiggle your pants and underwear off as he pulls away, the minute the cloth drops, he’s back between your legs.

His cock slots between your pussy lips, causing you to let out a wanton moan. You are already so wet that it’s pathetic, it makes it easier for him to slowly drag his cock against your folds. He shudders above you, eyebrows knit together as his moan turns into a growl. His precum smears against your pussy, tip notching on your clit.

Leaning down, his lip meets yours, giving you no movement to protest as he cages you in with his body, and his lips. His tongue pushes past your lips when you moan, licking into your mouth lewdly. Your tongue presses against his, but doesn’t fight it, allowing him to have his way. He takes and takes, until you are a second short of gasping for air. He pulls back with a pant, a string of spittle keeping the two of you connected for just a moment, before it breaks, dribbling down your chin. You shouldn’t waste this, he decides, so he leans down and licks up from your chin, to your lips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips.

You mewl and write beneath him, but in truth, his kiss warms you. You find yourself seeking out his warmth. He rewards you with grinding his cock against your pussy once more, making you moan into his ear. He can’t stand it anymore. His prey is so pretty beneath him, pathetic and tuckered out and in desperate need of satiation. He is hungry.

He pulls away further from you, causing you to whine in turn. He pulls his hips back as well, but doesn’t leave you yet. Instead, he pushes the tip of his cock into your heat. Your whine turns into a hot moan, head falling back against the stone floor.

Mydei’s big. A man of his stature is bound to be packing. You’ve gotten used to it, over time. Still, it’s a stretch. He pushes another inch in you and you arch your back, reaching up, your hands find purchase in his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin, causing him to grunt and begin to rut into you, bullying his cock further into you. Pinned beneath him, his strong legs and arms caging you in, all you can find the strength to do is moan. 

He leans back down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your cunt clamps around his cock and he groans, but does not let go of your flesh. It burns. It's a sharp pain that settles beneath your muscle and makes you feel dizzy. You lean your head against his and moan directly into his ear, toes curling and nails pushing even deeper into his skin as he finally hilts himself inside you.

He stops there for a moment, breathing– panting, chest heaving like just the act of shoving his cock into your cunt took so much out of him. His tattoos cast a warm, faint glow onto your body. You take it in, a rich, almost obscene beauty. He wasn’t exhausted, far from it. So perhaps he, too, had stopped to appreciate the view…?

Just as you look up to gauge his reaction, you feel a sudden burst of energy. As he pulls away from the bite, that little voice in the back of your head starts telling you to run once more, and adrenaline shoots through your veins. You writhe underneath him, hand pushing at his shoulders frantically. He growls, and instead, you start to push at his face. When his teeth part from your skin, you feel a brief moment of freedom. With a gasp of exhilaration, you feel his legs let up. You push away, pulling your knees into your chest and pushing at his side with the ball of your heel.

Mydei has had enough. With a growl, he grabs your thighs, now resting on his knees. He pushes them up, practically bending you in half. You whimper as his hands trail up to your knee, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. With this, his cock drives deeper into you, stealing your breath away, causing you to gasp and finally, yield beneath him.

It seems he’s feeling merciful– or perhaps the opposite, you can’t tell which–, because he stops. Completely. He stares down at you, his golden gaze only serving to stoke the flame that began beneath your stomach. You meet his gaze, and feel smaller. You shrink away (or, as much as you can in that position), before looking anywhere but his face. Your eyes land on the sight between your legs, his cock buried within your pussy, an image of sweet– if not lewd– joining. The way his hips were pressed up against yours, the glow of his tattoos, and the fact that you could just barely see the base of his cock from between your legs. 

Your body reacts before you can, heat clutching him, as if trying to suck him in impossibly further. You want to call his name, but all that escapes your lips is a breathy, low moan. Mydei pulls back teasingly slow, as if he was enjoying the feel of your walls, every groove and contour. This movement alone already had you panting, though, that could also be chalked up to your earlier struggle. Regardless, just before he pulls the tip out, his hips cant forward, as slowly as before.

You don’t get to complain, the man finally leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. Then, he begins to thrust, forcing you to open your mouth to moan. He takes what he wants then, lapping into your mouth fervently, drinking down every single one of your moans, gasps, and whines. He does this until you are one second short of breath, before finally tearing away. You both pant, breath mingling as he continues to fuck into you. 

You close your eyes and use the back of your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your little breathy moans. You don’t get to for long though, because the minute he hears anything less than the desperate way you were moaning earlier, he reaches down and pulls your hand away by the wrist. When you try to cover your mouth with the other hand, he grunts, brings your legs up to his shoulders, grabs both wrists, and pins them down to the ground above you.

Your hands clench as you try to wrench them free, but his grip only tightens. You whine and huff, as his pace starts to pick up, pounding into you with much more force, as if he were just opening you up earlier. It’s hot. You feel so hot, dizzy, and wonderful. Each thrust pushes you further and further away from lucidity. You give up on trying to pull your hands free, instead, you keen as the tip of his cock bullies your g-spot, over and over again.

Perhaps it is the position, or your previous exertion, your body is so tired yet so pliant, but you feel the flame beneath your stomach burn incessantly warmer. Your breathing comes out much more ragged as you pant, biting your lip and trying so desperately to will your orgasm away. Mydei doesn’t let you, of course. So well attuned to your body, he understood that the moment your pussy had squeezed him so tightly, as if to keep him there, that you were so damn close. At this, he drives into you just a tad bit faster, which, in turn, makes it achingly hard to hold back. You roll your head back once more, eyes shut tight as your toes curl and you arch your back. His hands find yours just at your peak, the tight little knot finally snapping as euphoria washes over you.

Your thighs twitch and tense, stomach fluttering with your breathing as you let yourself go around Mydei’s cock. Your head feels hazy, a tingling sensation wracks your body. You don’t get time to relish in the feeling, the constant rutting of Mydei’s dick against your core quickly brings you back down, causing you to wriggle underneath him once more. He squeezes your wrists, and you fall still, but that doesn’t stop the way your own hips start to grind. The movement isn’t necessarily the greatest given the way he was holding you. But, it makes him groan above you all the same.

He doesn’t let up. His thrusts only get more forceful, his breathing heavy and labored. His fingers flex, nails digging into your knuckles. You squeeze back out of instinct, something to help ground you– which, in this case, it did fuck all, considering he was doing his absolute best to fuck you dumb; and, it was working.

Despite his increased fervor and desperate pace, he still seemed to enjoy taking his sweet time torturing you. He leans down once more, hot breath fanning over your skin. You feel goosebumps prickle up at the contact, before his tongue laps over his previous mark. A strained ‘haah..’ leaves your mouth, earning you what you assumed to be a chuckle in return.

Your head swims as he continues his feverish pace, and it is not long before he manages to pull another orgasm from you. Your heat clutches around him as you keen, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he continues to rut into you through your orgasm. The hazy, heavenly feeling that washed over you was given an edge, a strong hand bringing you straight back down from the clouds of euphoria. Every thrust doesn’t hurt, at least, not yet, but your legs and bottom start to feel numb.

Mydei knew he had tired you out, long before he had even caught you. Even with that measly burst of energy you had shown him earlier, he understood that you had expended most, if not, all of your energy. Given the fact that you were already two orgasms in as well, you must be overstimulated. 

With great effort (and restraint), Mydei pulls out. You only register this when he lets go of your hands, but before you can mewl or whimper, he grabs your hips, flipping you over. Taken by surprise, you land on your forearms and knees rather harshly. You don’t get a chance to protest– not that you could, words had left you long ago–, before he pushes his cock back inside your cunt. It makes you gasp, inadvertently pushing back and grinding against him. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip, nails leaving little crescent-shaped dimples in the skin. His other arm props himself up by your head.

He holds still for a moment, savoring the way you still clamp around him, even with how exhausted you are. Overstimulated and still wanting… oh how lovely you were for him. He rewards you with a low moan, the effect that you have on him makes his own head swim. If this were any other circumstance, he’d believe he was pathetic for how quickly he wanted to come in this position.

Doing his best to gather himself, he starts to thrust again, his breathy groans turning into grunts as he starts to chase his own high. He leans back down, his body shadowing over you, reminding you of just how weak you are. You tremble as he leans his head down, suppressing a whine as he begins to lick at the skin on the back of your neck. You, unable to hold back the sound bubbling in your throat, let out a strangled moan. The warmth of his tongue and the agonizing closeness of his teeth paired with the growing numbness crawling up through your legs makes you want to break.

Mydei does before you, teeth sinking into your neck as his breathing becomes rapid. The warmth that floods your cunt feels almost unbearable in a sinful way. You want to push up against him and milk him for what he’s worth, at the same time you just want to collapse and let him have his way. You are so exhausted, yet so insatiable. You got what you wanted, right? You were chased, caught, fucked, and filled. And you’ve never felt better. Your thoughts are barely coherent, the most lucid string of words you can form in your head is that you're good. Once he’s spent, his mouth leaves your skin. But he doesn’t stop entirely.

His thrusts start to become more sloppy, hand falling from your hip to join his other one up by your head. You kept your ass up and pressed against him obediently, even as your thighs shook. You felt caged. Trapped. You were trapped. You were his prey and you were properly caught. His strong arms above you, his body above you. It made you impossibly hot, causing you to squeeze his cock. Above you, he groans, before his hips stop.

You don't ask why, prey shouldn't ask why.You don’t need to, either. Predators shouldn't toy with their prey. His hips are flush against your ass, chest heaving, jewelry dangling just within hands reach. But he isn't done, no, Mydeimos is never done. He hasn't had his fill.

His hot breath ghosts across the back of your neck. You bite your lip, a new wave of fear and danger washing over you. Every nerve screams at you to pull away, run, but you don't. You're good. You're good prey. After all, you've been caught.

His teeth meet your flesh once more, this time sinking deeper, making sure that mark on the back of your neck stays fresh. It feels as if the skin is about to break, his breath and saliva seeping onto your heated flesh. You shiver, and whine, pressing your ass further against him. He doesn't move. He stays there for a while, staking his claim. Your stomach flutters with every harsh breath you take, cunt clamping around him in turn.

You whine again, fingers digging into the cold ground beneath you. Only then does he pull away. You feel your skin stick to his teeth for a moment, little lines of spittle connecting his teeth to your warm flesh as he pulls away. The air quickly cools his saliva over, causing another shiver to wrack your body.

There is no time to think about this bite, he allows you no time. With sharp, harsh, half-thrusts, he begins fucking back into you. He barely pulls his cock out a centimeter and he's rutting back into you, every pass earning a grunt from him. You can see the veins in his arms tense with every thrust, his fingers flexing with every moan. The sound of his necklace jangling with every push.

Within the empty ruins, the obscene harmony of skin against skin echoes through the bones of what once was. Each thrust has you retreating into your hands, pushing your face further into the ground. Mydei does not help keep you up this time. When your legs give out, thighs painted with dried arousal and cum, his previous release dripping slowly from your folds, to your clit, onto the stone floor, he only fucks back into you. 

Body pressed flat against the floor, he adjusts himself so he's holding himself up by his forearms, strong arms blocking out the little light that remained in the ruins. His chest now pressed flush against your back, you can feel every ridge, every muscle, and how they tense and twitch as he continues to drive into you. His grunts turn into half-moans, and he finally, finally looks down at you.

His mouth is agape, drool lining the bottom of his lip, like he was just as hungry as you were. His eyebrows knit together, eyes holding a ferocity you have not even seen in battle. It makes you whimper. He smiles. It is a predatory grin, one that shows off his teeth, a clear sign of intimation. It works. You shrink further into the safety of your hands (and his arms), panting heavily, looking up at him and batting your teary lashes, as if to beg him for mercy.

The mercy you get is not from him. Your body, under the pressure it's been subjected to, refuses to give you warning signs anymore. Your toes curl and your belly tenses as you arch your back, coming weakly on his cock. You whine and mewl, closing your eyes and craning your neck. The sight of your throat beared to Mydei is pure torture for him. From this angle, he cannot reach it. It causes him to jerk his hips, pushing impossibly further into you.

You pant heavily, laying your head on your arms. You whine pathetically and shudder under his gaze. Unfortunately, this Mydeimos isn't feeling as tender as he normally would. He hasn't had his fill. And you, you are so good, you will allow him to take what he wants. Until he was sated. 

With a particularly hard thrust, Mydei jostles your body, causing you to pull away from your hands. His eyes meet yours, holding your gaze as he drives into you. You can’t help the pathetic little moans that fall from your lips, accompanied by the desperate groans that come from Mydei’s throat as he chases his high once more. 

He, too, seems to have lost all coherent thought. His barely restrained hesitance from earlier washes away, replaced by an almost reckless need to finish. It’s almost primal, and if he were in his right mind, he’d be embarrassed with how easily he fell into that ‘predator’ mindset. But, he isn’t, and as of now, he holds no shame as he ruts into you like an animal, head heavy as he soaks in all the little pathetic noises you make underneath him. The way your cunt clamps around him, overstimulated but oh so desperate, it’s enough to make him cum embarrassingly early. A lucid part of his mind wants so badly to lean in and kiss you and lick into your mouth and take all he wants as he crests, but instead, he pushes himself back up, once more caging you in with your arms, but leaving you with space between your bodies.

You whimper, already missing that closeness– so close, so goddamn close, his entire weight keeping you down–, but his mind barely registers this. His ears fill with static (or perhaps, he is willingly ignoring all your little pleas), and he finds coherency and perhaps even humanity slipping away from him. All that remains in his mind is the need to orgasm. He looks down, and– ah, the sight of the mark that brandishes your skin, where he sank his teeth, goes straight to his balls. His thrusts stumble once more, the most pathetic sound you have ever heard from him spilling from his lips. It means you’re his, all his, only his. His, his, his. Perhaps he, too, would like you to mark him in the same way.

A thought that is quickly chased away. He hasn’t even noticed that he’s managed to pull a fourth orgasm from you by now. No, he is close. So goddamn close. Every thrust of his is like sparks, filling you with a sharp, but heady pleasure, bordering on pain. You feel your mind blank as he pushes his hips flush against your ass, a strangled grunt filling the air. Barely moments later you feel warmth flood your pussy once more. You can feel his thighs tremble slightly as he cums, hips jerking weakly with every wave. 

Once Mydei was finished, he practically collapses on top of you. His warmth was missed. His chest heaves as his arms wrap around you, scaring away the chill of the stone floor seeping into your skin. He nuzzles into your neck, lapping at the skin as… an apology, maybe? You can’t quite tell, your own mind is a jumbled mess. 

He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against your walls making your own thighs shake for a second, mewling softly. You can feel his release ooze out of you a moment later, a strange sense of fulfillment and contentment washing over you as you find yourself basking in the aftermath. Both of you sated and tired, now absorbing the deafening silence of the ruins.

Mydei only pulls you closer, huffing against your skin. He doesn’t pull back for a long time. His weight grounds you, allowing you to collect yourself, even in your debauched state. Even as his breathing evens out, he doesn’t pull away, eyes closing as his hands smooth down your arms, and you can feel a smile grace his lips. Only then does he pull away, looking down at you with a soft smile and blush; a rare sight that causes warmth to bloom in your chest.

.  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .

The water in the baths is quite soothing for your muscles, now aching and protesting against the… ‘physical activity’ you two had gotten up to just barely an hour before. Mydei sat next to you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. He leans back, staring down at you as you soak, eyes closed. His gaze breaks from the back of your head every now and then, trailing down to the mark he had left you. He does his best not to reach out and trace it, worrying that it might be tender. You moved so stiffly when you two came back, and now he can’t help but feel a bit of remorse. But you were quite happy.

“Hmm,” He hums above you, instead choosing to place his hand on your shoulder and squeeze lightly.

You open your eyes and look up at him, leaning further into his touch. His eyes meet yours, incredibly soft. Despite the man that took you so thoroughly earlier, his kindness does not escape you. You’ve always quite enjoyed this side of him, even if he was still stubborn. Reaching up, you cup his cheek, and he leans down obediently. Your lips meet his, the kiss is sickeningly sweet and tender. His lips are still slightly chapped, yet oh so warm. This warmth travels through you once more, making you feel dizzy. You can only pull back with a giggle, but he follows your lips to steal one more fleeting kiss.

Satisfied that he’s stolen a couple kisses and reassured himself that you were okay, the stands up from the bath with a grunt. You watch him walk away, making his way to the kitchen. But, he stops just before he disappears from your view, before he sighs heavily.

“I thought I asked you to throw this away,” He crosses his arms and comes back into view, holding up a book. That book.

“Awh, c’mon, I told you it’s art,” You shrug, trying to brush it off. Like hell you were going to throw it away.

“It is not. It’s abhorrent, really. I’m going to throw it away for you.” With that, he turned on his heels. You fluster, before pushing yourself up and out of the bath and scrambling towards him, not caring about the wet trail you leave.

You wrap your arms around his back, understanding you won’t be able to pry the book from his hands, but you could at least slow him down.

“Enough. You really shouldn’t be attached to this book. I’m right here.” He grunts, but makes no effort to shrug you off.

“You are. But the book is kinda good now that I think about it,” It really, really isn’t. But, to you, it was still funny. “You and the male lead have so much in common–”

“– No. We do not.” He growls, looking back at you.

“Well when I think about what we did…”

“That’s because you asked for it. I was simply indulging in your desires.”

“But… you were rough–”

“– Were. I am not rough normally, you know this,” He finally pushes you off.

“Okay, you’re right,” You sigh dramatically and step back, crossing your arms like a petulant child. “When it comes down to it though, you were kinda like how you were in the book.”

“It is not me in this book.”

“Right. What I mean is you were kinda like Frydei–”

“I am not. You told me what you wanted and I followed through, did I not?”

You deflate a little, finally accepting the book's fate. It was only a matter of time, truly. Plus, it's not like you couldn’t just read it online. Not that you were reading it for fun. To have the book physically, though… Well, it made you happy. Not because of the contents, but the fact that it made Mydei squirm made you laugh. You loved him, yes, but sometimes it was entertaining.

Now, however, he stands before you, grabbing the book by both sides. You cringe as he rips the book in half. No book– even one as awful as that– should suffer such a fate.

“Now,” He huffs, making his way out of the bedroom. “I’m going to buy you something actually worth reading.”

“Ah! But–” You finally snap out of your daze, following after him.

“Not ‘but’s. Seems I need to show you what true literature is. Or, as you called it, art.”

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[xlpoww]

So Highschool

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

@acupnoodle asked: Hii! If requests are open could I get a zoro and reader fic where she gets really drunk and is all clingy over zoro?? Maybe geeking over his earrings ,swords and his arms? Maybe she ends up falling asleep on his lap/shoulder and hes really flustered and everyones teasing him?

opla! Zoro x F! Reader

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i know it's a little lateee, but i hope it's enjoyed nonetheless <3 season 2 hype!! only dipping my toes back into writng, so it's not as long as i'd hoped! now that it's summer i hope to be able to post again, i missed it, and thank you to everyone who still liked and commented on everything even in my absence, to have my works be so loved, to still be getting requests to this day. it's a wonderful feeling.

You’ve had too much to drink, that much is evident to anyone with a functioning brain. All wobbly and full of giggles, you’re far too intoxicated to have the sense to shut your mouth. The concept of personal space was lost on your foggy consciousness, leaning your full weight on the green haired man on your right. His mouth was tilted into a smirk, the beer he was nursing far less interesting than the girl at his side.

“Mmm, Zor, Your arms are so strong.” The end of your sentence is punctuated by a giggle, and your hands wrapping around his bicep. Zoro’s eyes widened in surprise and a heat began to fall over his cheeks, suddenly this situation was less amusing and more flustering(not like he would ever admit that). Another giggle has him angling his eyes towards you, unprepared as you reach your hand up to run a finger over his earlobe. “And I reallyyyyy like your earrings.” “Thank you (y/n).” 

The mug of beer in his hand was placed beside him, his other hand reaching to guide your own away from his ear. When he tries to pull away you latch on, a whine leaving your lips. His cheeks set alight at the sound, wide eyes staring into your own sparkling ones.

“I think you’re really cool, didya know that Zor?” You’re tugging him closer, glowing in the night, electrifying the air with every word. 

“No, I don’t think I did.”

cuz i

“Well, you are. Obviously.”

feel so highschool

“And what makes you say that exactly?”

everytime

“You can use three swords! That’s soooooo cooooool.…”

i look at you

With every sentence you inched forward, and Zoro had no idea what he was supposed to do. You were very obviously intoxicated, did you even have a full grasp on anything you were saying? 

He didn't even understand the racing of his own heart. He wasn’t in any sort of danger, but the adrenaline pumping through him was so intense, he couldn’t think of a time his heart had ever beat so fast.

“(Y/n), wait-” before he could even finish his sentence, your eyes had slipped shut and you’d slumped over onto him. Soft snores left your mouth, had you really just fallen asleep like that? (not like Zoro was in any position to comment on someone’s sleeping habits).

Somehow he was at even more of a loss, there was a drunken girl passed out in his lap. How do you even deal with this. A cackling from across the deck draws his attention, ussop has his hands over hsi stomach belly laughing as the rest of the crew snickers alongside him.

“Nice job Mosshead, way to put the lady to sleep.” Sanji speaks up, which makes usopp laugh even harder.

“Both of them are hopeless.” Nami sighs, crossing her arms in disapproval of your own actions. The crew would never let you live it down, no doubt in her mind you’d wake up incredibly embarrassed. 

Zoro glares at them, placing a hand over your ear in an attempt to keep you from waking. (Unbeknownst to him, nothing could have woken you from the deep sleep you had fallen into).

With a sigh he reaches back for the mug he’d originally been holding, taking a swig before glancing down at you. There was a softness to your face, and somehow even in your sleep you still smiled so beautifully. His heart softens at the thought, the hand over your ear reaching to tenderly stroke your cheek. He quickly returns it to its original position after a whistle from Luffy, turning away to glare over the side of the ship in embarrassment.

but look at you.

[menlove]

read I've got you under my skin today and am absolutely obsessed, do you have any other age gap fic recs?👀

a few yeah !!

here ya go !

your lucky break

17k. explicit. When Paul was nine years old, he watched John Lennon sing Twist and Shout on Sunday Night at the London Palladium. Where Paul is a rising singer in the 1970s who grew up idolizing performer-turned-producer John Lennon. notes: by my darling dearest @forthlin i'm sure you've read it but this fic is seriously just so beautiful. i love you twink paul. i have said everything under the sun about this fic but genuinely miles just Gets Them. i love how obsessed with each other they are.

bright are the stars, dark is the sky

explicit. anonymous: Hey I'm not sure if this is a little too wild/taboo for you to consider, but I really love the idea of 1960s John developing a crush/having the hots for his friend/bandmate's young father (otherwise known as older!Paul). If you would consider it (if you have time, of course), I would be ecstatic! notes: this is 2 chapters of Unchained_Daisychain's smutlet series and i think about it a lotttt like so much. it's so good and awful in the hottest way. i love when paul has to struggle against these darker parts of himself yay

Lonely Hearts Column

19k. explicit.

It’s a section of the newspaper Paul flips past every Sunday without a second thought. It was a crutch for people more romantically desperate than himself. No matter how yearning the single life sometimes leaves him, he’d never stoop to such means for love. But one morning a phone call from a random stranger draws more attention to the column than he ever wanted to give it. - He nibbles on his lower lip while it rings. A similar wave of emotions sweeps over him like every other hour of the day; anxiety seizes the muscles in his neck before the lack of reception deflates him like a balloon. After the fourth ring he considers hanging up. He waited too late and missed his opportunity. Reluctantly, he removes the phone an inch from his ear to hang up when the other line connects. notes: this one is soooooo. oh i love it. the dynamic here is just beautiful and also i love dilf paul more than anything.

In Bed

9k. explicit. The year is 1989. A friend from 1964 comes to visit. notes: godddd this one is sad. but also so beautiful. man. i think about this one a lot.

Two of Us

8k. unrated. John doesn’t have a clue why 19-year-old Paul has seemingly stepped out of a photograph and into his living room, but he’s had a painful lack of Paul lately, so he can’t really complain. notes: this one was soooo beautiful like oh my god. something about 70s john with like 60/61 paul always makes me absolutely insane.

new york city is a crowded place

5k. gen. No amount of time with Paul—touching, kissing, talking—was ever enough. Whatever he felt was never stagnant: it ran deeper than he could possibly see, the widest and wildest of rivers. And distance, he was beginning to realise, could only ever keep it at bay for so long. notes: this one was a gift from my lovely secret santa @alameda444 and it is SO good. it's the only gen one on the list but don't let that put you off from it- it's absolutely gorgeous. it says so so many interesting things about john & i could read it 20 times.

[sanesaviour]

I think one sided Parksborne (Harry pining) is validly readible in the show but i'd also like to think that if peter weren't wildly stupid (affectionate) he would be like.... 🤔😳🙈 with a slow bootup but eventually quite curious to try. we've already seen that he was somewhat curious/thought he might have been in love with mj as a kid, i personally see peter as nebularomantic. i dont really see a universe where they dont come out at odds or fizzle down from peter's flakiness, but exes is a ship too idk lol

I'd like to think jessica jones is a valid unnamed character in usm and luke still marries her 😙

Ava strikes me as a careerwoman for the time being. Ava x steady degree life with minimal drama ftw

I think it's fun and cute to hc Danny with a crush on peter, but a very casual/soft/caring one, i dont think he will ever say anything.

I also hc Sam with a crush on Peter and he has no idea how to say it so he negs him and beats himself up for it when it fails. I dont see them past acknowledging/ for long term tho I think the homesickness (for space) takes him back out with the Guardians after too long

Coulson and May is fucking hilarious. I was in tears laughing when i saw the episode. And she is soooooo cool and fun and intelligent, it'd be fun to explore more of coulson's dynamic with such a lovely lady who can seriously handle herself. Taking her out to fancy FANCY dinner so early on was giving very "I am a humble gentleman at your service" personality switch from his usual and I love that for them both. No idea abt longevity but its so fun to think of. also Parker luck for Peter bonus.

I think with the whole symbiote ordeal making them able to understand each other and feel safe to talk about hero work together, Peter and MJ would make a lovely long term domestic PLP. (plus his aunt would be ecstatic to leave him in such capable hands!)

oh, and, Coulson still thinks Thor is attractive like in the movies, and Captain America too. 🤭🤗

One sided parksborne, I would love to see more of that even tho I know it would hurt my feelings on deeper level, it would make Harry even more tragic character than he is, like not having mother figure, his father being well... Asshole and then him falling for his best friend and his feelings not being reciprocated- ouch, that would hurt sm 😭

Jessica- I was literally thinking if I should draw her even tho she isn't in the show, but I would love to see them together... Also I think Luke would be first to get married from the whole team

The one with Ava is also so real too, She is careerwoman girlboss- but I Also think she would have crush at least on one person during her highschool years since she likes to read those romance books xdd

Yeah Danny likes to suffer in silence, I think he would be freaked out by every single crush of his but never make it obvious... Like I said - he likes to suffer in silence

Sam would definitely miss space, but in space he would miss his spidey, I feel like only when he would be 10000km far from earth he would actually realize how much he misses Peter actually

Everything about Coulson is just great, I feel like someone on the writing team of show liked him too much xd (and making him fanboy of captain America was some interesting idea lol, but I live for it),... I like to see aunt May having life and actually dating this man, even tho Peter is not super happy about it, but that makes it even more fun tbh...

peter and MJ would went through so much in life together that it only makes sense for them to end up living together, and honestly good for them, they deserve to be happy together whether it would be in romantic or platonic way

[prince-steele]

for oc ask game ⭐️🌈🎉🖍

⭐️ Tell us about your favourite OCs!

AAAAA ok so recently I've been Obsessed with my open original species I made, SYNTHS! *infographic here

Here's some of my favourites, and some little character profiles ab them 😊

🧿 SHIMMER

Shimmer is interesting bc I actually have two canons for her! I originally made her as a demaverse OC but I also have an original story for her that I'm creating with @silkysong <3

🌈 Shimmer is bisexual and A Creature first and foremost. Gender is incredibly incedental to her and her pronouns are She/It.

DEMA STORYLINE

☆ Shimmer is a Bounty Hunter ("Compound Representitive") in Dema who works off the books to capture escapees and bring them home. Synths are not allowed to hold positions of power in Dema so she tries to clutch it wherever she can.

☆ Due to the suppression that her society forces upon her, she despises humans and sees the presence of humanity in her biology as a defect. She works with a shady doctor (owned by @polarized-disguise ) who does strange genetic experiments on her to try and suppress that human part of her.

☆ She's very isolated and closed off, and doesn't like to open her heart to anyone. She only cares for her brother, Skye, who is the only person she respects at the start of her story. Over the course of it, she meets Iona (owned by @silkysong ) who troublemakes her way into a begruding Shimmer's life.

ORIGINAL STORY

☆ Similar to above, Shimmer is a representative of a power station in a small town, of which has far too much influence and power over its citizens.

☆ She has intense romantic tension with Iona who she begrudgingly begins to befriend over the course of the story.

☆ Female Rage Incarnate <333

🩵 SKYE

I literally only have recent photos of him and Shimmer together MFMSKD do not separate!!!

🌈 Skye is pansexual!

♡ Skye is a club owner in Dema who puts up a front as an empty headed, vacuous party boy but he secretly hides depth under his charming veneer. He aids the banditos by arranging escapes and supply drops, and tries his best to inspire FREE WILL into others, and encourages them to make their own decisions, whatever they may be.

♡ He and his sister oppose intensely in ideology but love each other deeply because they're all each other have really had for so long. Both of them think what the other is doing is dangerous, but would support each other in an instant if things were dire.

♡ He's constantly haunted by the fact that, due to being a Synth, he will never truly be able to connect with other humans. He often feels lonely and like a ghost, putting up a front to try and get through life. Where this instilled a deep longing in him, it prevented his sister from forming empathy.

♡ He's just a sincerely kind person :) <3

🦭 AQUAMARINE

Pictured: Ultrababy of forever

🌈 Nonbiney creature. She/They

◇ Aquamarine is a young plucky turquoise synth that loves to play and draw.

◇ She was plucked out of her life - from school, from her home and all she knew - and placed in an Incarceration Compound... To guard and monitor an unstable Empty Synth, 199 (owned by @silkysong ). She, despite her diminutive size, is physically very strong and good at helping calm others emotions, which is why she was selected.

◇ She's exposed to horrors beyond her comprehension and is forced into a role of responsibility that she should never have been given, but despite it all she loves her job and 199 and would never trade him for anything. She's selectively mute and chooses to sign her words!

⚔️ BLADES

HORRIBLE vile stinky man. art by the lovely silkysong <3

🌈 He's into anyone he can use to further his nasty little agendas

♤ Blades is another Compound Representitive that works in Dema alongside Shimmer. He's soooooo sucks <3 He very rarely actually does his job, instead choosing to hole up in his living quarters and do absolutely nothing to help Shimmer. He only makes a move when he absolutely has to, or if he has something to gain by doing so.

♤ He actually does the exact opposite of his job, distributing banned material to the inmates of the compound in exchange for "favours" or high prices. He's selfish and opportunistic, and is allergic to any form of responsibility for anything.

♤ He essentially never truly formed connections with others due to isolation, and therefore doesn't really have a working concept of love or empathy for others. This leads him to do terrible, irredeemable things, and hurt people who could possibly save him from himself.

❤️‍🔥 AEFRID

One of my NPCs from my DNDema campaign! She's so awesomes...

🌈 Aefrid probably likes women but she hasn't really thought about it

♡ Aefrid is a young, elite vialist priest who works directly under the bishops in the main towers. She is part of a secret experiment which attempts to strip synths of their autonomy and steal their augmentations, in her case, pyromancy.

♡ She is immature and overconfident due to being told how amazing and elite she is her entire life, and she fully believed her own hype. However, when she was finally faced with conflict from a source outside her sect, she IMMEDIATELY had her ass handed to her, and was dismissed from the sect.

♡ She has a deep bond with her sister, Maeve (Staunch vialist but with a warriors spirit - I also love her but dont have her art yet), who always tried to keep her feet on the ground, however, these lessons never really permeated.

♡ When Maeve was defeated, Aefrid jumped to save her from death and was mortally injured herself. The party members decided to save her, to which Maeve, who is a warrior above all, pledged her debt to. Aefrid is Resentful and Furious that Maeve would EVER help them and doesn't understand why her life is valued this much. She's currently very begrudgingly being sent to Trench so she and Maeve aren't hunted down and Glorious Gone'd.

🐺 FENRIR & 🫎 ANTHELION

These two r actually the cutest... I love them so dearly. Or should I say deerly B)

🌈 Fen is bisexual and Anthelion likes Fenrir :3 Fen is He/Him and Anthelion is They/Them

☆ Fenrir is another vialist priest in the same sect as Aefrid and Maeve. He is, however, completely unimpressed by the role and only got there because he scored incredibly high in all of his aptitude tests. He feels immense pressure from his family, his city and the Bishops to persue his intelligence and somehow ended up in with the Elites.

☆ He's a reliable, intelligent person that deeply cares about others despite his flat affect. He often guards himself because he doesn't believe in the teachings of Vialism, however he's in an Elite Sect within the church where any known dissent would lead to immediate death so he just keeps up airs despite being resentful of the entire practice.

☆ He longs to be free and immerse himself in Trench. He almost escaped a few times but always had second thoughts and returned to the towers every time... Until he both realised the horrible things they wete doing to synths through his new friend (and crush) Anthelion, along with meeting again with his old schoolmate (and crush) 199, who helped inspire him to fight back and leave the sect.

♧ Anthelion is a tender loving person who has not had much exposure to the world, due to being a Generation 3 synth. They were created as a purposed synth to be used in the experiments by the sect, and their abilities are related to Decay and Rot. Their focus is on plants, where their abilities allow them (and Fenrir when they are interlinked thru psychokinesis) to cause plants to decay instantly, and bloom again from the nutrient rich soil. People often mistake their abilities for controlling Plants when they really control the rate of decay and bloom within those plants.

♧ They and Fenrir are deeply tied to one another, due to the fact they were the only ones who treated each other with kindness and understanding while both were trapped within the towers. They trust and rely on each other to protect one another, and have spent a lot of time in each others minds bc of the psychokinesis, so they know each other very well.

♧ Anthelion is neurologically disabled! They have a speech impediment and have slowed reactions, and they need some extra help sometimes to understand the intentions of others, especially when they are bad ones.

BONUS QUESTIONS

🎉 Which one has the most growth over the course of their story?

I feel like they all have similar amounts of growth, be it progression or regression, but I think I've worked on Shimmer the most out of all of them!

🖍 CAN PEOPLE DRAW YOUR OCS? <3

YEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

(others ocs and art owned by @silkysong and @polarized-disguise )

[somehhuuuhh]

Some old stuff (drawings, animation, ect)

I'm going to yap about it alot and there's going to alot of old art so yea

(Tw- wounds, slightly suggestive???)

Some Swap outfits 🩵

The one on the left👈, I was thinking about what would swap wear sometimes as a casual outfit and also I was thinking about classiccherryberry (classic x fell x swap). I got the outfit idea from an outfit from Pinterest sadly I deleted the reference so yea sorry

The one on the right 👉, it's him as a mafia. At least I was trying to make him look like a mafia. I got the idea from a classiccherryberry art that they were mafias and it was a ploy thing which I really love. (Sadly I can't find the artwork fr some reason but if I find it I'm going to edit it in) oh and in that artwork Swap had this tattoo on he's arm and I was trying to do in my art but it looks like crap...

Sans undertale drawings :D

On the left 👈 again me thinking of classiccherryberry but i was also thinking of another outfit that he could wear with his boyfriends and OF COURSE I HAVE TO MAKE HIM CHUBBY!!! Like look at him you can not tell me that he gives the best hugs ever >:T

On the right 👉 I was just experimenting on my artstyle after seeing a TikTok video where they use a cartoon artstyle and they use dots as eyes and I thought it was pretty cute. You can clearly see that it didn't work out for me but still a cute artstyle

Some random headshots

There's not much to say they just random drawings of some characters

For the lust one I was just trying to find a design to them. I love to think they wear lipstick even though they don't have lips. They are just silly like that

For the Horror drawing....um is he scary? I tried to make him scary I think

Blueberror!!! Man i love that dude. I should draw him more...

Passive Nightmare is just so sad so I drew him beaten up and sad. Gosh this dude needs a break, he just six!!! For the love of God. If anybody hurt him I'm start my villain arc

I redrew this one frame from the original comic of Horrortale and it was Horror Papyrus. I like the horror Papyrus he needs more love

🐈Cat break🐈

(=^･ω･^=)

I love cats :3

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I also love Inkmare :D

I keep seeing inkmare as yuri and it's adorable so I wanted to doodle them. I didn't really have an idea but I thought why not have Ink annoyed Nightmare. Ink is touching Nightmare boob's to annoyed her :D

Nightmare will probably beat up ink and then make out ʕ ◕ᴥ◕ ʔ

Yay a random animation

This animation that I will never finish. It was supposed to a animation meme where my sonq and my ocd with a Gravity Falls audio behind. Idk I just lost the movation to finish it

A dusttale comic kinda

For some reason I didn't give him any dislodge. Just pretend he's saying the most insane thing from a broken man OKAY. Idk why I didn't add anything, ig I couldn't figure out what would he say to Napstablook

So like the idea of this comic is that Napstablook is probably the only one that's alive because he's a ghost and stuff. This where dust finally defeated the human where they won't come back. Eventually Napstablook will notice that everyone is gone, they will wander around trying to find someone until they find Sans. I like to think that before Sans committed Genocide they at least know each. Napstablook was somewhat happy but still knew some was up especially since Sans being covered in dust.

Dust of course attack them but it isn't very effective cuz he's a ghost. Napstablook didn't really want to attack Sans, he's makes music not a fighter. So he give Sans mercy until Sans give mercy back and have mental breakdown...yay good ending kinda

For a bad ending Napstablook fight back and Sans gets very injured and Nightmare just comes out of nowhere and take Sans soooooo good ending for Sans just bad ending for Napstablook because they all alone.....so yea sad

[correctproseka]

So @queer-prosekai told me to do my own top 10 list of the sets + my favorite card of each, so here's some rules i set for myself

1- i have to REALLY like the full set, not just really like a card but a little less to the others (cough Saki in no seek no find, for one example. Though other sets have also triggered this rule)

2- i also am judging by card only, not the story, however. I am not completely good at this because a lot of the cards that are already good get to be way better because of the event behind it.

3- only counting the trained cards, not untrained, it would be a very different list.

ANYWAYS. LIST STARTS NOW:

10: LIGHT UP THE FIRE

Oh my poor child are you okay??? Going past how much i like this event. Which would get me here writing for hours mind you. I also just really like the set. The dark colors and the fact that in all 3 cards you can barely see color- its black and then each has their own color showing up, An has red, Toya has blue and Rin has white. It just gives a fucking impact on you looking at them. Would not change a thing, really.

9: WISHING TO THE BLUE SKY FOR YOUR HAPPINESS

Anyone else remembers qhen this set just totally broke us? Oh my god. I do. Shizuku in a suit. An in this pretty ass dress. I just cjsjcjsmcjsncjdj. It was mainly those two that really hit for me, specially An. But when it hit it hit hard man

8: SMILE OF A DREAMER

It was the first lim set, so it was really simple compared to what we get now. But simple doesn't mean bad. I really love the colors and idk man i have a soft spot for it i cant defend everything my brain is a dvd logo bouncing around😭

7: HEAR ME HOPEFUL SHOW

Angel Minori is one of the prettiest sets ever, it just isnt higher because personally i like some others more, doesn't mean this shit isnt fucking gorgeous. The lightning, the setting. I love this mmj card with everyone in it bc this is such a beautiful place???? Just. Licks this set like an ice cream then cries bc i ate the pretty ass set.

6: Someday, from the depths of despair

Lowkey i did not expect this one to be this high before i made this list. But it is just gorgeous setting, gorgeous lightning. It just makes my brain go brrrr looking at it.

5- What lies behind lies ahead

The hermit set has people in a chokehold for years, and for good reason. The hairstyles are pretty, the au ideas one can get out of it are yummy. AND THE CARD THEMSELVES ARE SO CKSJFKDK. All of them having this golden thing around as if hermit was a story told to us by images. It just could be a poster. Its certainly pretty enough to.

4: Our escape for survival

Sorry for the amount of niigo here. It will happen again. Niigo never misses. Anyways i just love this set sm. The lightning, muffled colors and backgrounds just hit so fucking hard. The rain shared on the 3 cards from the set is so symbolical and so is the clock and the engines on Mafuyu's and Luka's card. It tells us a story before we even read the event and that is beautiful.

3: Close game offline

I had to skip this set and i am still sad about it. Man the the the cmsucksjcjx aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa viddygame and neon.

2- Unnamed Harmony

I like silly, your honor. I also like water. Saki's card has both /hj. No but really i just really like the outfits and colors and just everything in this set it would be a CRIME to not have this here as a Saki stan. Just look at it!!!!

1: Draw your bow in this white world

.. so, who's surprised? I can barely even find a favorite card in this set. From Kaitos . Kaito. (Does he need more?), Shizuku's gracefulness and beautifulness and Mafuyu just pretty and badass breaking the "screen"/mirror/window with an arrow. Its just soooooo ancjamvjsjchsjxncnsicjsv chomps.

HONORABLE MENTION:

Knock the future, which light up the fire took it off on a technicality (i like 3/3 cards on light up the fire and 2/3 on knock the future bc Honami is very meh compared to the others to me)

Anyways if anyone else wants to do this as a challenge id love it. And @probably-not-niigo i challenge u to do the same

[batsplat]

the way tennis to motogp pipeline is definitely a thing…….

switching to motogp really does highlight how a lot of those atp guys are just soooooo freaking boring in comparison. and I’m talking about big 4 and 00’s players here. current gen is so so much worse. horrible. abolish atp

*nods in agreement* I mean it's not a completely one-way street - obviously I'm never going to stop following tennis, I'm never going to stop PLAYING tennis, I want to do more coaching again in the future... and this stuff does come and go in waves, like 2019-2022-ish I was definitely drifting more from motogp to tennis again (minus going crazy on the motogp archives during the pandemic). but at the start of this year I did have a moment where I was like... no. enough. I do still follow women's tennis very closely!! but the state of the men's game looks SO dire right now headed into next season that I cannot even pretend to be mildly excited about the australian swing (which I usually am every year, in charlie brown trying to kick the football fashion)

but yeah honestly every time I revisit motogp it's this kind of... man, I am operating with crumbs when it comes to tennis, and then motogp is kind enough to hand you an entire buffet. and admittedly valentino does deserve a lot of credit here, also makes the other blokes more interesting, can't imagine what the sport would be like without him. but crucially, you do just end up with a far more interesting slate of guys. it's a shame because, again, I might be biased but I fully believe tennis as a sport has insane amounts of narrative potential. it's just... yeah, idk what's happened. it IS also a men-specific problem, like obviously noughties wta cooked insanely hard by every metric and the women's game is still plenty engaging since then. but still!! frustrating

also my thing is. okay so the women's game right now obviously also isn't feuds galore, the top girlies mostly get on fine and there's not TOO much of an edge there. but I still far prefer it to the men, and not just because I think the women generally have way more personality. it's also just... idk, I sometimes joke with my friends that I have a chart in my head with two axes that goes. x axis = skill; y axis = evil. or maybe not EVIL, just like. capacity for drama. and draw a line across the chart. and if you're under that line, I just can't deal with you. I love underdogs, I still root for a bunch of scrubs on the men's side who are journeymen or chokers or just kinda mid. same obviously with the women. but then at the top of the men's game, it's just?? these guys who dominate SO much and are SO good, but who quite frankly do not have enough narrative juice to sustain that kind of dominance. (okay maybe rather than 'evil', let's say 'narrative juice' as the y axis.) I'm not saying they're ALL so boring that I'd hate them if they were ranked ten positions lower, but given the chokehold first the big three then this current lot have had on the game... simply not good enough

whereas with the women, we've obviously had a chaos era or three, but now we have these women who are all like... really strong, really pushing each other forward, but also deeply imperfect! and I mean that in the best way possible. igatha with her rigidness and fragility and inability to step back when she's returning - who's so fucking good, but also constantly seems to be walking a mental tightrope and is currently in a bit of a crisis where her game is at. sublanko with her history of semifinal choking and serving yips and who's constantly visibly fighting herself on the court. the fascinating contrast that particular rivalry provides, not least in how they behave on the court. gauff, who constantly appears to have a major part of her game falling apart whether it's the forehand or now the serve - and who is overcoming that primarily by just making herself ridiculously hard to beat. I could go on, I mean where do you even start with ryba... all these current stars of the sport who really feel like they're here to stay - yeah, they're not cooking up complex feuds so it's never going to be COMPLETE brainworms territory for me, but I still find it deeply deeply compelling!! I love watching them play, I'm rooting for them to figure their shit out... but also not. like. too much. it's great to follow in sporting terms!!

and if you are going to be so dominant over the sport, so unyielding, so unblinking in your refusal to allow new major competitors to emerge for such an extended period of time... well, then, as far as I'm concerned you'd better be motogp alien levels of deranged. like, that's the bar for me. sure, then I can accept it. none of this awful 'oh well, the less talented guy lost his five hundredth consecutive slam final, what can you do' business, if you're going to suppress the less talented then at least do it with the ruthlessness and affinity for existential horror that valentino displayed towards sete. enough with pretending like crowds booing your opponents for having the temerity to challenge you is something you don't even notice - at least weaponise it like valentino did. tennis as a gentleman's sport is unbearable... I'm not a gentleman, I want mess. and if you're going to dominate, at least attempt to beat each other to death with hammers!! god. is that too much to ask for

[skitskatdacat63]

Would you mind if I asked for any classical recs. I started listening to Bartok and something clicked (also because I like hearing you talk 🗣️ )

- Penalanon

Aaahhh omg penalanon hiiii!! 🥺 so glad you liked Bartók! That's on such the deep end of classical honestly so I'm rly so glad to hear you like his work! Alright sry in advance if any of these are basic bcs im not sure what you've listened to before. But here you go, in no particular order

1812 Overture - Tchaikovsky

Okay hear me out ik this is pretty basic but I love this recording so so much, I listen to it constantly. Tho it's especially fun to listen to when I'm drawing something Napoleonic, it's very fitting

Marche Slave - Tchaikovsky

Another Tchaikovsky piece! I just really like this one :)

Piano Concerto No.2 - Rachmaninoff

Most beautiful piano concerto of all time?? Perhaps. I just love this one, and the story behind it is very sweet to me(Rachmaninoff was very depressed but his therapist helped him get back to composing, and he dedicated this piece to him)

Rite of Spring - Stravinsky

If you liked Bartók, you'll definitely like Stravinsky!!

Firebird - Stravinsky

Also must link this hilarious vid that I always think of every time I listen to this piece

Gayaneh - Khachaturian

My fav ballet EVERRRR. Okay bear with me, I know it's two and a half hours long, but I listen to it constantly

The Planets Suite - Holst

You've prob heard these before but ahhhh one of my favorite pieces, it never gets old. They are all so unique, and I love how you can tell how much they inspired modern film scores like Star Wars

La Follia - Vivaldi

My fav Vivaldi piece other than Four Seasons(not linnking it here bcs I think most people have def heard it, but go listen to it again ofc dklaskjl.) But man Vivaldi always goes off so hard

String Quartet No.8 - Shostakovich

I linked this in my prev music reccs but I'm not sure if you listened to it so I will again!!

Symphony No.5 - Shostakovich

I love Shostakvich so much waahhhhh, his life makes me sad :( But he's one of the reasons I got more into classical music!

Symphony No.7 - Shostakovich

The story behind this one is so sad to me :( It was a song of resistance for the people of Leningrad while they were being seiged in WWII. Also I love how the conducter in this vid literally looks exactly like young Shostakovich

Battle on The Ice - Prokofiev

such a sick piece

Dance of the Knights - Prokofiev

Symphony No.2 - Weill

I randomly heard this at a classical concert, and I've been in love with it every since!

Masquerade Suite - Khachaturian

Gnossienne No.1-6 - Satie

I can't link all of them so just start with the one I linked!!

New World Symphony - Dvorjak

I love the fourth movement especially, there's parts that sound like Jaws and Star Wars

Danse Macabre - Saint-Saëns

The Swan - Saint-Saëns

This song is what I imagine falling in love feels like. It always makes me teary eyed. Also Vienna has stars like the hollywood stars in some subway station, and I took pics of both Saint-Saëns and Debussy when I saw them, and two people I was with had no idea who they were SOBBB

Raindrop Prelude - Chopin

Arabesque - Debussy

I'd recc Clair de Lune but I'm sure you've heard it, so here is another Debussy piece :)

Miserere mei, Deus - Allegri 

IDK I LIKE CHOIR MUSIC BE QUIET

Lacrimosa - Mozart

You've def heard this before but GOD it makes me cry every time, soooooo iconic

Funeral March (Orchestral Version) - Mendelssohn

There's such a cool video of this as an actual march but it's for Thatcher's funeral ugh, so here's the orchestral version too

[shalpilot]

HONESTLY!! A good romance is nice and all but I genuinely prefer a familial bond between characters like you're telling me you saw two characters decide that they are so close they're family and didn't find it valuable enough? Not to mention how creepy it is and how it's completely discrediting the character and their morals like no that's not writing dark content and having it explored that's romanticisation

thank youuuuu

it is so creepy n such a disservice to Cora's character. why would you want a man who traveled alone with a child 4 several months to end up being attracted to him like i should not have to tell you why that's really fuckin gross. the worst part is like ! the majority of the stuff i see isn't even presented as "dark" content which gets me even more heated bc then it feels like they don't even see anything wrong with it (which. they don't. clearly.) I do ship things that require me to tweak character's personalities a bit to make certain things work -because at the end of the day I know a lot of the people who make up my ships are assholes, but I would never want to write or draw stuff where they're like, genuinely toxic and present that as a cute fluffy thing- but I just, like.... why do they want to turn a character who's such a good person into a creep. that's weird of them. that's weird that they do it. and also yeah that last part is what pisses me off soooooo fucking much abt people obsessed with "dark content" like yeah dude morbid curiosity exists. media like Lolita, where the narrator is presenting the subject matter as nothing wrong, but it is still clear to the reader that said narrator is vile and disgusting and absolutely in the wrong, exists. There's genuinely nothing wrong with wanting to explore dark topics as long as you're not fucking romanticizing and glorifying it and I don't even think that they realize that's what they're doing. I really want to think that. there's a difference between like 'hey, these characters are in a toxic relationship and I want to explore that space because the dynamic/psychology interests me" and "hey, i wanted to draw this because it's taboo and that's hot" and a lot of people who fall into the second category claim that they're really in the first and cry censorship and prudes when people call them out for it.

anyways. i could absolutely go on but i don't really like talking about this all that much!? like yeah obviously i'll go off about it but it just kinda leaves me feeling icky. PEACE

[dashielldeveron]

😅so. I did end up drawing some of the soulmate glimpses that were in midoriyas route and u know I had to draw the multi dimensional bf FIRST. I feel guilty after putting him through 8 routes of pining so he gets special privileges lolol( I will reread ur route soon shinsou I PROMISEEEEE💔💔💔). Talked about how he breaks my heart every time he shows up last ask so I will spare u the details on it this time. But omg (proceeds to not spare any details) .. the guilt I feel knowing he feels the EXACT . SAME . WAY . EVERY ROUTE makes his presence in the fic like the stereotypical dead wife that appears at the beginning of the movie that the main character spends the entire film trying to heal and move on so they can get with the love interest. He really is like The Boyfriend TM.

anywayyyyy. I did really like drawing him , he just comes so easily to draw for me + a great experience because I love drawing shinsou with messy hair, one of life’s many treats !! He has all that hair for a reason………………. Also wanted to practice more with a close up angle so that the more explicit details are like, merely implied lolol(started drawing bkgs and I have to leave like,, the implied imprint of legs around his head it’s HARD 💔💔💔) but hopefully it’s tastefully vague enough!

I really do love him so so much. Like anytime he appears in any route he is just. So kind. So attentive. Good lord. The man that u r soulmate troupe shinsou…..I hope you enjoy him !!! and his wet rag expression (+ the neito snippet in the corner!)

(Also will I redraw that one image I sent you of the penguins of Madagascar with bkg/reader/midoriya? Maybe? maybe……lolol )

oh he is loverboy loverboy!!! he's sooooo pathetic!!! he's sooooo dreamy!!! our boyfriend!!! our ulitimate boyfriend!!!! his hair looks soooooo soft and yankable, wow. the HAIR the BLUSH the TEARDROP the SADNESS ohhhh what a perfect little guy. gosh if someone muttered that into my neck like he does, i'd fucking explode. i wouldn't be able to proceed with the social interaction. [also lol i love that reader's back is to us, bc that lets us imagine our individual boob sizes lololol. masterful.] and yeah this is vague enough to be tasteful!!! i'd love it even if it weren't tasteful lol, but i think you achieved what you were going for!!!!! he's my favourite dead wife :)

and neito is already looking goooooood 👀👀👀 and lololol feel no pressure to redraw the meme if you don't want to!!!! but it would be really funny lol i LOVE them..... and goshhhhhh i love your art soooo much; it really makes me think about silly little details i put in in a different light, so it adds another element of fun for me :) GOSH you're so cool and talented and, again, very VERY kind. i love this so much!!! i'm never getting over it or him!!!!! thank youuuuuuuuuu!!!!! xx.

[riyawuvsyou]

Hello! My name is Riya and welcome to my lil bitty blog !! Just an artist who draws stuff for fun and loves to joke around. Please to enjoy your stay!

☆ INTRODUCTION♡

♡ I go by many names, the top being Doll, clown, Riya! Riya is fine for everybody! Doll was just my old username so I’m won’t be surprised if ppl still say doll

☆ any pronouns but it’s usually feminine

♡ African American(sadly😔/j)

☆- I’m an artist, Not yet kinda animator andd trying to be a comic writer ^v^

FACTS ABOUT ME (°ヮ°)

~ I'm Neurodivergent and was told I might have bpd :3

~ HUGE MEGA FAN OF INDIE GAMES AND MUSIC ^v^

+I am THE atsushi and Ranpo kinnie !! ٩( 'ω' )و

~I’ve been crazy obsessed with Minecraft since I was super duper young, like right before it got mega popular

+ I get self conscious soooooo easily but still think I’m the it girl(ﾉ∀`♥)

⭐️WHAT WILL THIS BLONG BE ABOUT?🌙

This blog will have dumb things like art, short stories, rambles, etc. It may also contain oc world dumping. If you don't like what I post, immediately stay away from my content. It's my space. Not yours, but I hardly doubt that my art would create some problems but if it does please tell me quickly so I can fix this issue as I never want to cause someone harm, even if it’s on the internet it can still be harmful.

• But please keep in mind that I am underage! I am new to art and quick to say the wrong thing without realizing. This blog was made for me to share my art, my characters, and make new friends for fun!♡

🥞FANDOMS IM IN^v^🧁

vocaloid/ pjsekai, Murder drones, Demon slayer, Chainsaw man, Scott pilgrim(mostly the comic universe but the anime cool too:p), Sanrio, heathers(movie and musical), MLP (No infection AUS, I cry every time I see them :(), Baldi's Basics,The Walten Files (the only analog horror series I’d watch), welcome Home, poppy playtime(since the first chapter >:3), Hazbin hotel and helluva boss(!NOTE I do NOT support vivzie or her actions I just put to much love into it to pull away), Tbhk, South Park, my hero, Aot, nyan cat(YES IT IS A FANDOM 😒) and finally Sam and maxヾ(*>v<)

🎵FAV ARTISTS🎨

Tyler the creator, Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, MSI,ICP, big thief, glass animals, millionaires, mitski, creep-P, sirmixalot, Megan Thee Stallion, hot freaks, melanie Martinez.3.

⚠️WARNING⚠️

My account will have vents on it! The themes in those vents will be, grooming, SA, CSA ,Abuse and self harm! All of those will be based from my personal experience! I am not trying to paint those topics in a bright light! It was my experience and nobody else!

Another thing! I will have characters that are or based of horrible people! Which will be other forms of my experience with abuse or SA(i most likely won’t have a character that will SA someone unless it’s the oc I made based of my abuser!

If you are going through the things I have listed please tell someone you trust, don’t sit there and let it happen like I did, try your hardest to reach out and get help even if it’s just a hug, it’s better than nothing.

☁️MY SOCIALS + DNI LIST⭐️

Instagram:Clown_shaped_doll (the only social I have so far lol)

Cara: https://cara.app/clownshapeddoll

DNI list: will make later -3-

[the-living-daydream]

f/o masterlist!

I imagine this list will grow quickly so, I'm creating a seperate post to keep track of all of them and their respective tags, accompanied by some "short" ramblings if anyone's curious abt them + how i feel about them, found them, etc.. :]

❤ Antares/Unknown

#fo / my heart of mystery

This is my main f/o!! I've had him for years and years and he will never leave my head. Through thick and thin he has been a great source of comfort for me and has remained that way even through dozens of other hyperfixations. His name actually isn't yet known, so he's refered to as Unknown a lot, but I've also given him a name myself, Antares. I switch between the two a lot.

He's from an indie game called Don't Take This Risk (as well as a webcomic by the same name). Now I gotta admit, he brings me a lot of comfort but he is also!! terrible. awful. no good. I want to make it really clear I would not even begin to tolerate him if he were real. However he is fictional so I get to kiss this awful terrible man in my own head!! Yippee!!!

Fun fact: I owe this f/o the entire reason I can draw men. I used to really struggle w/ masc anatomy and hated my drawings of any guys but it was because of him that I persevered!!!

💜 Mayoi Ayase

#fo / us phantom couple

OHHHH mayoi... i love him so so much. I find him so endearing and charming and frankly very relatable. I want to give him the world. Also his VAs voice is SOOOOOO GOOD i will listen to his solo song the rest of my life

He's from a mobile idol training/rhythm game called Ensemble Stars!! admittedly I don't play it very often anymore but i still love mayoi! Also his tag is a reference to him being the phantom of the ES building. We're both phantoms :]]]] teehee

Fun Fact: we are the same age, same height, and he was born only three days before me! wowzer!

💙 Silly Billy

#fo / ill stay awake

Silly Billy!!! Although he is mostly made up of my own image for him in my head (since there's little to work with in canon) he is so beloved. He's from a Friday night funkin' mod called hit single real and he's SO real to me

Fun Fact: I was not into FNF or its mod community for almost three years I think, when a video on this mod popped up and would not leave my recommended. Now I am Haunted (but in a silly way) his tag is a reference to the lyrics part of his song - "so stay awake just long enough for you to see my way" - why yes billy i will do that. I love u

🖤 The Outsider

#fo / you fascinate me

OUTSIDERRR. I love him so much. When you really think about it his presence in his game is so strange. He could have just as easily not been present with the way he doesn't alter the overarching narrative at all, but I love that he's there. He, and his origins, and his intentions, are so mysterious and so captivating. I could write an essay about this man and still have words to spare, so I'll stop while I'm ahead.

I remember watching a playthrough of Dishonored when I was really little. Only a year ago from now I remembered the game and decided to play it, and WOW did Outsider absolutely capture my mind and heart!! That entire game is so wonderfully made and is probably one of my favorite games of all time, if not the favorite. His tag is a reference to one of the voicelines from him in the main game, at his last shrine!

Fun fact: I have not played dishonored 2 yet! I am a little fearful of what that game did to the characters, especially Outsider!! i probably will eventually though, whenever the Hyperfixation decides to strike

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# fo / wake up call

HEHEHE this is my most recent addition to the f/o list! Staying true to basically all of my other f/os he has little to work with in canon (and what canon there is is very scattered throughout his games) but the mystery and collecting what pieces I can of his lore in my brain is the most alluring part!!

He's from trivia murder party in jackbox party packs 3 and 6! AND A THIRD ONE SOON!! i am crazy

💚 Tarhos Kovacs (The Knight)

#fo / nothing but darkness

hehe big scary man in armor....... He's from dead by daylight :)) not only do men in medieval armor immediately have me weak on my knees, from what we have of Tarhos' personality-- YEAH he's a bloodlusting beast of a man but he cares so much when he does care! He genuinely has so much respect for his late mother, and he even denied himself total freedom so that he could get the guardia campagnia (aka his bros) out of slavery. there is humanity in there!!

his tag is a reference to his tome lore :3

Fun Fact: he will be my first prestige 100 killer!

❣ Frank Morrison (The Legion)

#fo / through the heart

ough. Smth about a guy who is so human, except he can and will kill people. Love. Also from dbd!

🎻 Antonio Paganini (Violinist)

big tall scary man with a handsome smile and god just the most wonderful humming ever. Hello. Oh yeah also he's possessed! <3 He is from Identity V

🛡 Oscar of Astora

# fo / hope in my heart

Oscar means everything to me. He has like 8 lines in Dark Souls but he's still my favorite. He has a wonderful voice and I love his armor design!! and the fact that he was robbed of a larger storyline will never not make me sad. His tag is a reference to one of his lines. "Well, now you know... and I can die with hope in my heart..." except hes not dead because! I said so

[softieteez]

i love this yunho bf soooooo much ! could u make one for san, plsssss? 😔💗

what dating san would be like

sorry this took a while, i’ve been going through some stuff but a lot of people have sent in requests so i’m gonna try to push some out :)

warning : suggestive

taglist: @skzfairies @hyuncore

it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.

it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.

it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.

he’s very smiley around you

i feel like for dates you two would go to the arcade or something

cheesily enough, you two would win each other prizes

he will never stop hugging you or holding your hand

i feel like he’d be like a little kid, dragging you along to different games

oh and when you two eat, he’s feeding you. no questions asked.

i also get this feeling that after the arcade he’ll just sleep at your house claiming he’s too tired to go all the way back to the dorms.

speaking of, you were introduced to san by one of the members i feel like (idk why but it’s just the scenario that constantly lives in my head with him)

everyone was really happy when you got together

san definitely gets teased but that’s okay

he simply replies with the “at least i have a partner” and then walks off to cuddle you

if you introduce him to your parents, i think he would be nervous but be able to hide it hella well.

and your parents would absolutely LOVE him

he’s just that kind of guy yanno

and then his parents would be really excepting of you guys as well

the true test of character is seeing if his cat likes you.

which btw. i would die for that cat

okay. some suggestive stuff now. buckle in

not afraid to do it while the members are home.

in fact he probably plans that shit. js.

rough.

HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN HIP THRUSTING ON STAGE-

feel like he has a thing for choking. but you didn’t hear that from me

it’s rare that he’ll be vanilla, usually that’s for anniversaries or valentine’s day.

but he’s a big softy on after care

full of praises and kisses while running a bath

taking baths with san >>>>>>

OMG HE WOULD PROBABLY SING TO YOU

and then he would help you get into bed so you don’t sleep in the bath.

and then continue singing you to sleep 😭😭

mornings would be very lazy. he will not move out of that bed.

groans and grumbled when you get up to pee

complains about being cold because you’re not next to him.

he’s clingy with you.

if you refuse to kiss him, he’ll either pout or…

you know that video where he shoves woo into the wall just cause he wouldn’t give him a hug.

yeah that.

he would let you do his hair and makeup if that’s something you’re into

he’s honestly willing to try anything you’re into

he downloads the music you like, reads the books you read, if your native language is anything other than korean you bet your ass he’s gonna start learning that language.

also. idk why but i feel like on valentine’s day he would wake you by singing softly into your ear

i’m a slut for this man’s vocals.

honestly he would probably sing into your ear on any day

if your having a bad day he’s really good at cheering you up

so he’ll hold you, sing to you, let you cry for a little bit and then start cheering you up in anyway he can.

if you play an instrument play for him.

if you sing, sing for him

if you do art, draw/paint/sculpt something for him

if you have any fun talent/interest. S H O W. H I M.

he loves that kind of stuff

and he loves learning new things about you.

he believe you tell a story through your arts, and he wants to try and figure your story out.

he’s literally just the sweetest human honesty

also if you stan a kpop group, or any artist, he will buy tickets to see them, albums, literally anything.

i feel like he would also try to constantly impress you.

by singing, dancing, WORKING OUT

he would take you to the gym maybe. or he would just work out before bed or something

he prides himself on making you drool over him

literally nothing will stop him from being cocky asf

oh also, if you fall he will laugh, but also check and make sure you’re okay. and then laugh some more.

oh. he wants to meet all your friends.

like i said, he wants to know your story

the people in your life are part of your story

he’s just sentimental

overall, he’s a really nice guy. please treat him with a bunch of love plz.

AND GIVE HIM LOTS OF KISSES😠

[cyberdragoninfinity]

*stokes the fire* Aporia

thinking about that tweet that's like "i like your funny reply friend! you'll be buried in my pyramid with me when i die"--that's how i feel with you delightful anons who give me excuses to Go Bananas About Aporia. said with so much love in my heart. thank you <3

favorite thing about them: GOD. THERE REALLY IS SO MUCH. Of course I love his design, it's absolutely bonkers in the best way--if you told me two years ago there was a nine foot tall monster robot yugioh character with angel symbolism out the ass i would have been like EXCUSE ME. HELLO. *RUNNING OVER* but also!! his arc is just fucking GOOD. he's just this sad and complex and angry and miserable old old old man in a robot werelion body who's actually three people who are actually just one person. peak yugioh villain nonsense i absolutely adore it. and i LOVE when villains have the face turn and fight back against the Big Bad as much as they can. it goes hard!!! (but also, specific small thing thats one of my favorite things about him--it's like, very implied despite being Gigantic he's fairly dexterous and gentle with how he handles things?? Always grabbing his tiny cards very delicately and doings little tricks with them and in tag force 6 (Citizen Kane for Insane Aporia Girlies) he actively tells you the protagonist that he doesnt make mistakes with how much force to use with things (being a machine and all.) idk it's just very cute to me. it's a sweet detail.)

least favorite thing about them: pained smile. big man proper's literally only in.....about 9-10 episodes total??? <:) crying. wailing. my kingdom for a SLIVER of more screentime. it's also a shame like. 2/3s of his episodes never got dubbed, I would have absolutely adored to see what the dubbed version would have looked like!! (especially since those eps include like. my Favorite 5ds duels. it'd be like having two whole cakes babey!!!!)

favorite line: ok im restraining myself from picking something from Tag Force because all of his dialogue in TF6 makes me sick in the head and i love it but I WILL PICK. SOMETHING FROM THE ANIME. LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. god. it's gotta be these.

also "I was imprisoned by my feelings, so you can have my feelings" which he says immediately before this, also to Z-ONE. A.) theyre just raw as hell, B.) ooohhhh my god ohhhh my fucking godddddd he loved him so fucking muuuuuch buy my fucking SILENCE

brOTP: when people draw him being friends with leo and/or luna i get soooooo soft ;_____; my kingdom for an AU where aporia got to live and could interact with them for once not under the pretenses of needing to Kill Team 5Ds. WAUUGH. also i guess brotp adjacent but him interacting with his embodiments is so fucking funny and it's apparently just me and the tag force devs who see and know the truth on that.

OTP: ooouugh...oughhhhh you Know im talking bout those old old men!!!!! i am #1 absolute adorer of the Iliaster Four Stars Peepaw Polycule (Aporia/Z-one/Paradox/Antinomy) we know this we know this. but special mention to my most favorite combo of that of all, my beloved Z-ONE/Aporia. see above. it doesnt even have a damn ship name 🤪they just!!!! make me absolutely fucking insane. theyre married theyre divorced theyre god and his most devoted archangel theyre old friends theyre a Fleetwood Mac album and theyre EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!! the second i get over worrying about being annoying i will Not shut up about them even more!!!!!

nOTP: i think if you ship with rua/leo you should go to jail and then directly to hell immediately after <3

random headcanon: Aporia Aporiaaaa my beloved bisexual italian/cuban autistic nonbinary dadgirl. i think in another life where he wasnt Extremely Fucked Up and Died Like Five Times he could have been good with kids. also. i think in the implied fixed future where the Four Stars get to live normally he would be a furry. him and eurea both. furcon couple

unpopular opinion: he's a GOOD CHARACTER!!!! HE AND THE EPISODES HE'S IN HAVE MERIT!!!!!! NOBODY BUT LIKE MAYBE 12 PEOPLE GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THIS GUY BUT HE ROCKS AND I THINK MORE PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT HIM!!!!!!! drawing my big sword (draw tablet) I Will Make Them Know About Him. >:)c

song i associate with them: i, dana "the mountain goats lover" ninetales of course. keep finding tmg songs to associate with characters. And Genesis 30:3 is one of my favorite songs for Aporia, especially re: his dynamic with Z-ONE. "I will do what you ask me to do/Because of how I feel about you." IS SO!!! MUFFLED WAILING.

favorite picture of them: oh man. *slams my giant briefcase of aporia screenshots down on the table* ok. ok let's see. just ONE favorite? alright. ok. i got this. hm. this one i think

A.) aaauuughh i love his 'broken' form i need to draw it sometimes....the Moment energy lines...... B.) TINY TINY FUCKING CARDS!!!!, C.) this is from the exact moment where something in my brain clicked and was like "oh. oh this guy is in my head now for real. maybe i do fuck with his design" and. well. things snowballed <3