#I want to be proud what my name represents and what I stand for

[radioiaci]

"Ah, then I should explain myself a bit further - I meant that it would help me to have your name," he continued as he metered his pace, ensuring that she did not fall behind. "You see, I represent a facility in the Uptown district. I'm often out and about for business meetings for my work, which is why I tend to know the best routes here and there. But it's not often that I return back late."

Alastor did not pause in his stride, not wanting to put the other ill at ease so soon - especially not when his trail was taking them into some rather... suspect places. Places where any lingering Sinners seemed to scrabble out of his way if they were spotted at all.

"I imagine you've heard of the Hazbin Hotel? It's... hmmm. Well, the best way to describe it would be a bit of a halfway house for sinners in search of something... better? I suppose? Redemption from their terrible natures, to not put too fine a point on it. All founded and sanctioned by the princess of Hell herself."

He seemed proud of that fact, standing a little taller - even if it was only surface-level. Alastor had no true belief in the hotel's ability to redeem anyone. But he knew how to play a part; especially when it benefited him in some way.

"And she will have had my hide if I permitted you to keep walking down a dangerous path knowingly. She tends to be quite persistent about that sort of thing - and so it will help for her to know exactly what has kept me out longer than intended, if you can understand."

Wow, that was surprisingly easy. A little too ... easy.

But what was she really expecting? Most people offer their names when asked; guessing the influence of Hell and the common "who's asking" had gotten the best of her. Maybe she'd been too quick to raise a brow and linger silent judgement. She had to survive, no matter how she saw fit.

⸺ ❝ ... Pomni. And I don't think I'm really sure of what you're referring to. Or how that would help me head in a "better" direction to get to where I need to go. ❞ Though she did still technically ask in regards to what he'd been prattling on about. Might as well allow some subtle conversation to pass the time while he offered her another avenue to venture.

Her hand rose to inspect her cheek all the while and thankfully, the clotting what done its job, but Pomni hadn't a clue on how bad the damage done was and it caused her to sigh. Right, just what she needed today. Her bosses wouldn't really care for her wellbeing completely and more for her image and how she represents their company. Or maybe she'd been delusional and this was all her own personal preferences.

It was hard to defer, truly. But her gaze turned to reach his own, and she softened her pinwheels just an inch to not hold a complete look of judgement but keeping her guard up still. Alastor didn't seem .. so bad at first impression, but who knows what he had up those tailored sleeves.

[yuelun]

Alright, little thoughts/headcanons/reminders that will be expanded upon in separate posts in the future, but:

— By all accounts, we know that Guizhong's actual name is Haagentus, this is likely the same to 'Morax' and 'Osial'. Guizhong, keeping in mind that this is what the adepti seem to refer to her as and they also refer to Morax as Rex Lapis (which is the title given to him by the mortals?); I'm tempted to believe that it was given to her by the mortals as well. Granted, this is heartbreaking to think about as Guizhong in Chinese is 归终, of which 归 translates to 'to return' and 终 'to end'. Yep, we all return to dust in the end— yeah, I hate HoYo too. 😭

— She's a bit of a pain in the neck. I say this affectionately, but you need two hands to deal with her. Based on Echoes of the Heart and the quest A Single Harmony for an Irreplaceable Soul, we learn that she's rather competitive, she has no qualms about standing her ground, she tends to push boundaries a little socially even if apparently endearingly enough so (CR: "(...) no matter what nonsense she said, one never felt bothered or offended."), she is very determined (her little tongue as she's working on the Cleansing Bell thrills me so very much) and opinionated/stubborn. Granted, all of this seems to come paired with a certain eloquence and kind air as she was referenced as having been well loved by mortals and adepti alike, as all still speak very sorrowfully even 3700(ish) years after her passing.

— She's very hands-on, she touches everything— she simply experiences life through touch, if you will. As an engineer, she touches to find out how things feel, how they operate. This is, in my opinion, further substantiated by her attire. She's the least clothed of all of the gods and adepti, she's also the only one who's actively shown to always be barefoot. So while I can see this as an entirely standalone aesthetic decision, HoYo is so thorough, so I think there's more to it. So along with being an engineer and what that can imply, I think that the intention of how exposed she is and the specific places where this is a fact (her back, her legs), plays into stimulants. The wind, water, the sun, warmth, the cold, everything is experienced through one's skin, the best way to experience 'mortal life', is to experience the little things that make life... life. This is something you'll see me play a lot into in threads.

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[just-a-ghost00]

Your future spouse : Who? Where? When?

Group 1 - Van Gogh

Letters : E M D E R U O E P W T Y

Words/signs/names : deputy, Rudy, Emery, Roy, power, true, Morty, drum, poetry, proud, meet, WED, route, pure, Tower, remedy, dom, prom, word, rude, drop, rope, dye, eye, TUE, wet, pet, pouty, muted, dope, prude

Recommended songs : Fly me to the moon Frank Sinatra, Sweater weather The Neighborhood, Snooze AGUSTD, MIA Bad Bunny ft Drake

WHO? - White Numen / Ask body / Magnesite : get your mind right.

Oh this person is powerful and stubborn AF. The bull and the panther may be spirit animals of this person. If not, they like these animals or their personality matches those. In terms of astrological placements, we have Taurus and Aquarius, as well as Earth signs in general (Taurus Virgo Capricorn). They are a boss ass B. They are masculine. Like reaaaallyyyy masculine. They have BIG DADDY energy. Jupiter might be very well aspected in their chart or the sign in which Jupiter is in their chart matches well with the energy of Jupiter. That would be Sagittarius, Pisces and Cancer. This person is a creator and a good manifestor. They think a lot. They are cerebral. They may strugg with overthinking but their mind reminds their best asset. They are the epitome of brains are sexy. This person would know everything from ancient languages and art skills to the newest knowledge in technology and medicine. They can do anything and everything they set their mind to. In terms of their looks, they are definitely tall. They would tower over you and lift you up like you were a feather. They are strong in all aspects. Their torso is bigger than the lower part of their body. They have broad shoulders, big hands, big forehead and nose, prominent jawline, regardless of their gender. Maybe for the women identifying people the bum and chest would be bigger than other features of their body. And for the men identifying people, the pectorals would be juicy. With the ask body card, this tells me this person works out a lot. They are also very spiritual. They give off a lone wolf energy when really this person has a lot of love to give they just know what they want and they have strong boundaries. So they would never let themselves be walked over or let in people who would bring more BS than anything. This person would keep you on your toes for sure. I feel like they would have a bold fashion style. Something that stands out from current trends or that is unusual for people who are like them. For instance, let’s say this person is quite old, maybe you’d expect them to wear suits and fancy watches. But instead this person has a very casual look or dresses like the younger people. They could be your boss or at least someone who has a higher status than yours. It wouldn’t surprise me if they already had kids. They are well established.

WHEN? - Page of pentacles / Higher perspective / Bismuth : rewrite your code with rainbows.

In terms of timing, the page of pentacles represents several months. Now if we look at the meaning of the page of pentacles, it talks about education. The page is a learner, a student in matters of material aspects. Combined with the Higher perspective card, this definitely gives me the feeling of going back to college. Or getting a training in something very specific. Potentially something involving spirituality. Like taking reiki courses or tarot reading lessons. So I feel this person is a teacher or a mentor to you. With the Bismuth card, I feel like this person will be opening doors for you. And that could be litteral because the door of my room opened out of nowhere as I was trying to get more information from the card. Higher perspective is related to Ether. This means to me that you will meet at a point in your life when you wish to evolve, to embody a better version of yourself and seek to gain knowledge or power.

WHERE? - King of cups / The Explorer / Malachite : claim your success.

We already had kind of a hint with the previous section. And I feel like it’s further confirmed by these cards, especially the Malachite card. Now if we talk about geographical indicators, water seems to be relevant. Also on the Explorer card there’s a compass. So it tells me that where you meet them, there is either a plan or something related to navigation or orientation. Also when looking at this card I heard "you already know where to find them". So it gives me the strong feeling that many of you already know this person and already met them. It’s just that you didn’t consider them your FS. Also the malachite card mentions the workspace. So you could work together. Or you’re doing the same job and you go to them for advice. Also the king of cups card depicts a man sitting on a thrown spilling water in an ocean of sharks. So this also tells me there’s a lot of competition where you meet. And it’s like this person is trying to educate or heal the sharks somehow.

Group 2 - Monet

Disclaimer : I kept confusing you with group 1 and there were cards of group 1 that kept wanting to come into your reading so you might want to check group 1 as well. I think there are two people that have the potential of being your future spouse.

Letters : L I S G E S T M S I E K

Words / signs / names : Selim, time, lies, mess, Tess, seek, kisses, misses, meets, lists, sees, skies, ski, Mike, miles, gems, glee, mist, melt, GSM, kit, leek, miel (French for honey), TMI, MIT, Stiles, geek

Recommended songs : Easy Camilla Cabello, Life goes on AGUSTD , Hall of fame Stray Kids

WHO? - Ace of pentacles / The Seeker / Aragonite : find your center.

Earth signs are being shown here. On the ace of pentacles card there are 8 hands reaching for the pentacle. So your person is wanted by many. They feel younger than you. They are possibly a student or a young active. With the Seeker card I feel like this person hasn’t found their true calling yet. They feel lost and out of balance. Maybe they got a job that doesn’t make them happy or their studies aren’t as fulfilling as they thought. They are super shy and reserved. They may appear as cold when they are just a softy. They have trust issues. They feel really cute to be honest. But also they are lonely. It’s like they keep searching for the one, when they have so many prospects. I feel like they have a lot of high standards and they know that other people don’t match the vibe they’re going for. I feel like this person only has eyes for you but you don’t see them. Again, this group knows their FS already. In terms of physical traits, I feel like this person has good hands. But their body might look out of shape a little. They’re more on the chubby side. They look comforting. Like the type of person that would give the best hugs. Their gaze is really soft. Like a puppy. They feel pretty needy tbh. But not the suffocating type of needy. They just want to be loved and crave for connection. Someone that will share their interests and values. Who will match their crazy and feel safe in their presence. I feel like this person has faced a lot of rejection in the past and they kinda are stuck with this idea that no one wants them. They are an introvert. They like to isolate and be in their bubble. I feel like people have an idea of them that is completely false. Like maybe they think this person is a flirt and parties all night when in truth they’re a couch potato and a gym rat. They only go out of truly needed and they would rather be alone than surrounded by tons of people they barely know. This person wants a family of their own so bad. Like a big family with the white dog and pretty little house. They’re a hopeless romantic and an idealist.

WHEN? - 2 of pentacles / Reclaim / Scolecite : dive into your dreams.

On the 2nd of a month, two months from now. It feels like you may be going back and forth with this person before fully knowing them or being close to them. There’s a chase and run type of energy to this connection. You’ll meet them when you or they are reclaiming your/their power and changing something in your life. So moving houses, changing jobs or getting back to studying. When you start chasing your dreams. Also you could meet them in your dreams before meeting them in person. During any earth sign season.

WHERE? - Queen of pentacles / Power / Amethyst : get drunk on your highest self.

In a places of power or worship such as Cathedrals and Churches, Mosques, temples, town halls, or in a place of education. Also monuments came to mind. Like the Eiffel Tower, the leaning tower of Pisa. There were many stars on the Queen of pentacles’s dress so Europe came to mind. The US and the UK as well. Other places include : Siberia, the Far East, Brazil, Uruguay, Sri Lanka, South Africa, Mexico, Australia, South Korea, India, Austria, Germany, Italy, Canada.

Group 3 - Hokusai

Letters : C Q T E C S L I G A L I

Words/signs/names : Ali, Alice, Alicia, Cecilia, Scilla, Giles, Gael, Gaelic, sigil, sea, sail, Lisa, aigle (French for eagle), Elisa, Elias, Cali, cast, list, tails, IQ, Tesla, sage, Isac, Lila, lilac, cis, alt, ciel (French for sky), call, site, Lise, teal, lace, acts, sell

Recommended songs : Mon amour GEMINI , 3:00 AM Finding hope , Dark on me Starset

WHO? - 6 of pentacles / The Revolutionary / Honey calcite : break through your limits.

First of all, your person might have a white dog. Second of all, they have tanned skin. Thirdly, they could work in law enforcement or they are studying at Law school. They could be doing humanitarian work. They are balanced and grounded. Both in their attitude as well as their personality. They know when to give and when to take, when to talk and when to listen, when to act and when to observe. With the revolutionary card, this tells me that they are pretty determined and ambitious. This person likes to stand for greater causes. So you’d bet that they advocate for children and women rights, for the LGBTQIA+ community, for the respect of nature and animals as well as the end of wars. The signs of Taurus, Aries, Sagittarius and Leo are significant. This person is very sweet. Almost to the point where sometimes they put others needs before their own. Especially if it’s about being fair and giving retribution for wrongs caused by previous generations. This person feels like they have a debt they need to pay. Also they might have suffered abuse in the past so they want to have retribution for them but also for the people who were wronged like they were. In terms of physical traits, their body is harmonious. So for female presenting individuals, they would have kind of an hour glass body type. Same for male presenting individuals. This person feels gender fluid. They are a minimalist. They like to keep things simple when it comes to the way they look. Honestly if they could be naked on a daily basis they would be. They’re in touch with nature. Animals love them. They have a very comforting aura. This person really is as sweet as honey. They could be a creator, a designer, a public speaker. They like to use their voice and their status to raise awareness about things they care about and value. They could be a teacher as well or someone that works with kids.

WHEN ? Page of swords / Paradox / Hematite : align with your wholeness.

When stars align. When you finally let your guards down. When you align with your calling, your soul mission. During any air sign season. Within a few weeks from now. When you’re on your period. When you let go of your old beliefs on love or when you move on from a past love, an unrequited love or a crush that would never have evolved into anything more than friendship. When your spiritual beliefs change drastically (i.e. you decide to convert to a new faith, you no longer believe in God, you choose to follow a spiritual path).

WHERE? - Queen of swords / Get wild / Emerald : point your heart toward grace.

In terms of countries, we have : Colombia, Brazil, Zambia, Zimbabwe, USA, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Russia, Australia. Now, in terms of where you could meet, I'm not getting much from these cards. It's like your FS wants to play hide and seek. They're not really comfortable sharing where they are. The only thing I'm picking up on is somewhere where the law is involved. So it could be an administration, a police station, law school, a lawyer's office, a prison. With the get wild card, the only hint I can get is that it can get intense. I asked for a card to clarify the Queen of swords and I got the 9 of pentacles. So law and money are involved. So maybe a bank or an insurance company. Or somewhere businesses and entrepreneurs go to get advice on how to invest their money or know if something they intend to do is legal or not.

[moonlight-alexia]

enchanted to meet you: paris ˏˋ°•*⁀ steph catley x mccabe!reader, short fic/blurb

steph catley x reader | 1.3k | based off of this ask

‘Y’know Steph’s not gonna disappear if you take your eyes off of her for a second, right,’ You rolled your eyes at your sister's teasing comments. It wasn’t often that you got to actually be at and watch one of Steph’s matches with the matildas. Normally playing for Ireland, countries apart, you would still try to stream and watch Steph’s matildas matches whenever you could while on international break.

But actually getting to be at her international matches was a completely different feeling and you were going to soak up every minute of it. You were already insanely proud of Steph but getting to watch as she represents and captains her country at an olympics, your heart was sure to burst with how much admiration you held for your fiance. 

‘Like you can talk,’ You playfully nudged Katie while she sat down next to you. Both of you in Australian football jerseys, yours with Steph’s number and name on your back while Katie had Caitlin’s. 

‘Look at us, matching for our girls,’ Katie pointed to each of your jerseys, both of you wearing the ones from the Australia v Ireland match of the world cup. This jersey for you always brings back the best of memories. Looking down at your hand where your engagement ring sat while feeling Steph’s ring sitting on a chain hanging around your neck. Steph had asked you to keep her ring safe while she played, so you kept it close to your heart, hoping for it to be some kind of good luck charm for her.

Your eyes never once left Steph the entire time she was on the pitch, nor did the smile that appeared the minute you saw your fiance running around on the pitch. Even if it wasn’t the preferred result, you were quite happy to be there and you knew Steph was happy you could be here.

You wanted to play it off that you couldn’t be at the matches and just show up to surprise Steph but your sister ruined that before you could even come up with the plan. Steph found out Katie was coming and knew that you wouldn’t be missing these matches either.

Leaning over the barrier a little you took Steph’s hands in your own, ‘Don’t you look cute,’ Steph was the first one to break the silence between the two of you. Taking her hands from yours and twirling your hair in her hands, ‘The little green and gold ribbons, my jersey, what more could a girl ask for,’ You felt your cheeks heat up and wrapped your arms around Steph, hiding your face in her neck.

‘I’m proud of you,’ You whispered against her neck, trying to shift the focus back onto Steph and off of you. Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the extra attention Steph had been giving you lately, even more after knowing you’d be at her matches in her jerseys, ‘You’ll get the next ones, I just know it,’

-

The next match, you felt like you’d had years taken off your life. The amount of stress you had while watching the girls play, you’d be surprised if you didn’t find grey hair the next day. The highlight of the match for you was definitely watching Steph score two goals. Katie always loved seeing you so happy, especially while you were cheering and celebrating Steph’s goals. 

For you, there was nothing better than getting to watch Steph play. If you didn’t love football like you did then you would happily live this life. Travelling around to support your fiance, honestly felt like a dream. But you loved football too much and it spurred you on to work even harder to qualify for the Euros the next year in hopes of getting Steph into one of your jerseys and in the stands for one of your Ireland matches. 

Maybe you might also have another addition in the stands with Steph if both your plans worked out. How you felt just from being in the stands watching Steph play, you could imagine the roles reversed and how you would love for that to happen. 

‘My stargirl,’ You beamed while wrapping your arms around Steph. As soon as Steph could she was making her way over to you, jumping up on the barrier and wrapping her arms around you, pulling you in closely. 

You leaned back a little, Steph’s arms still holding you close, your hands cupping her cheeks, holding her gently. The smile on your face was soft while your eyes showed how proud and in love you were with her and Steph’s smile matched yours. Rubbing her cheeks, you leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek until Steph turned her head catching you off guard and locking your lips together. 

Both your smiles grew against each other's lips, ‘I’m so proud of you,’ you whispered against Steph’s lips before kissing her again. In this moment, no one and nothing else mattered. 

‘Get a room,’ You felt yourself get knocked a little off balance from your sister. Pulling back from Steph you pushed Katie back.

‘You’re so annoying,’ Keeping your arm around Steph while she sat on the fence next to you. You both took in the atmosphere and your surroundings, Steph enjoying getting to experience this with you by her side.

While you were watching all the other players with their families, Steph was admiring you. Your hair littered with the green and gold ribbons, wearing another one of Steph’s jerseys but this time you had a new addition. 

You smiled and turned your head to face Steph while she traced over the ‘SC’ and ‘7’ you had face painted on both of your cheeks. You really were Steph’s biggest supporter, you loved Steph and you loved her loudly, just like she did with you.

-

For a moment you really thought that the match was going to end in a draw. So you were disappointed for the girls, especially for Steph, when it ended. You knew firsthand how hard Steph was going to take how their olympic campaign went, even more with it being her first major tournament solely as captain. You knew how hard they all worked for this tournament, but it just wasn’t their time. 

There weren’t any words you could say to Steph right now that could make her feel any better but you knew there was someone who could potentially cheer her up. Seeing Steph eventually make her way over to where you were, you quickly got your phone up and put it into her hand. A small smile appeared on Steph’s face when she came face to face with Calvin through the phone. 

No words were exchanged, only a tight hug that lasted as long as Steph needed. You understand this feeling all too well, even if you’ve competed at an Olympics, you still had experience dealing with these feelings from other kinds of tournaments and important matches. 

‘Whatever you believe, know that I am and always will be so proud of you,’ You whispered in Steph’s ear, rubbing her back gently. You leaned back a little, taking her in. Placing little kisses on her cheeks, you leaned your foreheads together, ‘Tá grá agam duit,’

You placed a small soft kiss on Steph’s lips, ‘I love you too,’ Steph whispered, ‘Thank you for being here. I’ve loved being able to look over and see you there, it really helped and I’m just so glad you could be here,’ You leaned into Steph’s touch.

‘I’ll always support you wherever I can. Calvin’s mum’s number one supporter,’ You said proudly, causing Steph to laugh at you a little bit, ‘Go be with them baby, I’ll be right here,’ 

‘I’m proud of you,’ You would continue to tell Steph as many times as she needed to hear it.

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blue spring — my blue spring

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kageyama finds himself standing between a large mass of her friends. her roommates are huddled to the left of him and his own are crowded on his right, all patiently waiting for the doors to open. it’s suffocating, almost, but when a man he presumes to be her professor emerges from the exhibition room, the air mellows out.

they’re greeted with an assortment of art students standing beside their own works, each bearing a proud stance and some form of smile. he knows it’s rude, but he finds himself beelining to the corner of the room where she stands, and his little group follows suit. their chatter softens to silence as she faces them.

she does her best to treat them as anything but her friends, for the sake of professionalism and a better grade. her arrangement is minimal, but full of various techniques. she had picked up sculpting from the grandpa who lived a few doors down from her, and her efforts are evident in the detailed carvings and rounded edges of a small two-headed lamb (a homage to kageyama’s favorite piece). above the sculpture hangs two painted works, both emanating soft scenes and gentle foliage as opposed to her usual gloomy atmospheres and grotesque imagery. one of them, however, bears a familiar face.

kageyama doesn’t expect to encounter a portrait of himself. the lines are delicate, and gentle ribbons of sunlight spill onto his figure, accenting the pale hue of his skin. he tries to imagine her sitting in her studio, hunched over with aching wrists and only a broken lamp to illuminate her canvas, sketching his features out carefully. there’s a gentle tug to his heart and he can feel his ribcage contract at the sight. he doesn’t know what to say.

“this is my final project, titled ‘my blue spring,’” she begins, her hands intertwined behind her back to hide the fidgeting. “a blue spring tends to represent a season of youth and a fresh start. that is exactly how i would describe my previous spring — one full of shifts and alterations that directed me somewhere better.” her eyes catch his, briefly. “the man featured in this collection is the core of my blue spring, and the two-headed lamb is symbolic of the initial disaster he brought to my once routine lifestyle. two-headed lambs are often frowned upon as a freak of nature, however, this one was welcomed with open arms. i hope that, next spring, there will be even more waiting for me.”

there’s a moment of applause by the little crowd she formed for herself, but for him, it’s nothing but white noise. he can only focus on the warm smile she gifts him with. it’s one he wants to engrave into his memory.

out of courtesy, he follows the group in their expedition around the rest of the room, however, he can’t seem to tear his mind away from the little two-headed lamb she had constructed with her own hands — it was a happier one, a far cry from the desolate creatures he admired before. it had yet to witness the hatred of the world, and it’s wool still maintained a silky fluff, representative of its purity.

the call of his name pulls him out from beneath the water, and he pivots around to face the source. she approaches him swiftly with a slight bounce in her step, and on instinct, his arms wrap around her. “you did great,” he whispers. for a moment, his words are lost on his tongue. he has too much to say, so instead, he suffices for a small, “i loved it. all of it.”

“i’m glad,” she whispers back, and he resists placing a kiss to her forehead in fear of being teased by his roommates who stand only a few feet away. “after all, you were my muse for this exhibit.”

the sentiment makes his chest flutter and tighten. “will i be your muse for the next one, too?”

“of course. you’ll be my muse in every life after this, i hope.”

kageyama tobio, once a classmate she only had to tutor, stands before her as the sole recipient of all the love she was so hesitant to give before. she’s more than content with that.

𝜗𝜚 it's finally over ^^ thank u for reading !

𝜗𝜚 i'll probably make a moodboard showing an idea of what yn's art style is because the description of the paintings might be a little weird without that visualization ... but just think of classical romanticism

𝜗𝜚 bros gc was split on whether yn and kags would get together in less than or more than a year. obvs bo and shoyo said more than a year LOL

𝜗𝜚 hopefully u all enjoyed and i hope that this chapter makes sense bc i love it sm

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KEEP MY HEART

goal 17: kuni

There have only ever been three times you saw Scaramouche so far.

First was when you reluctantly had to watch his team's match against your brother's. He was sporting a white jersey with blue accents, representing his own university with all his glory. Though laced with tension and fatigue, his whole being still demanded attention and attraction — from you.

Second, when you met him outside your own brother's — his rival — birthday party. It was purely coincidental, how he opted to stay outside and how you were running late to the dinner. It was fate, how you both clicked despite being strangers to each other. It was all adrenaline, the reason why you accidentally gave your identity away.

And the third was today.

No more invisible strings, no more coincidences.

He was here... of his own accord.

For you.

It would've been romantic if you disregard the purpose of his visit — but still! Does he always take his friends who stay indoors to go out and see the sun? No, you don't think so.

Maybe you're a special case.

"Hey," he greeted. Scaramouche was there with his hands tucked inside his pockets, leaning against the fences surrounding your home.

'He looks so damn attractive just standing like that,' you thought.

"Hi," you smiled sheepishly.

"Let's go?"

"To where?"

"Anywhere, I guess?"

"You're the one who's taking me outside and you don't even have an itinerary?" You laughed. "How are we even going to leave?"

The man was unfazed by your bursting out. He just sighed and shook his head.

"We're commuting," Scaramouche said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. He, however, spoke again before you even had the chance to. "I have a motorbike, but I didn't want to take a risk, just in case you didn't know how to ride one."

You shrugged. "I could always learn."

Unamused, he flicked your forehead. "Stupid. Don't you ever care for yourself?"

"No need."

"What?"

"You'll do that job just fine, won't you?" You grinned at how he easily he was affected by your teasing. He wasn't flushed, no. But the way his brows furrowed, how his lips formed a thin line, and how he looked away — it was all a give-away. You have an effect on him. Somehow.

"Do you just hit on everyone you meet?"

"Oh? So you took that as me hitting on you?"

"What else would that be —" Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Whatever. Let's just go."

"Does your brother even know you're chatting and hanging out with me?" The boy that was sat across you uttered, having just finished sipping from his drink.

You almost choked. "Well, I would let him know if I could."

He nodded and continued sipping, but didn't bother to stop staring at you.

You looked away.

Did he really expect you would tell Kazuha about your interactions with him? If it was someone else you're crushing on, it would've been fine. You could always deal with a little teasing.

But Scaramouche? The captain of the University of Inazuma's soccer team? Rival of your brother, who was the captain of TNU's soccer team?

Kazuha would explode.

You looked back at the man.

Still staring.

"Uhh," you started off. "It's not that I'm ashamed of you or anything, it's just that..."

"Hmm?"

If the Lasso of Truth �� Wonder Woman's weapon — were real, you swore you were currently binded by it. Scaramouche's expectant gaze, his slightly arched brow, and the tiny curve of his lips that he failed to hide despite his best attempt... it had the same effect on you.

It was something irresistible.

"It's just that... their image of you, in their team... let's just say, aha." You gave out an awkward chuckle. "It's not that good."

Scaramouche laughed at your words.

"Oh no, [Name]," he smirked, his tone straying away from his usual one. "Whatever would your dearest older brother do if he found out you were hanging out with a delinquent?"

"What the fuck? Scara!" You laughed.

"So? What do they say about me?"

"Rude. Arrogant. Ill-mannered."

"Ouch. But wow, that's actually fewer than I thought." He looked proud.

"Etcetera."

"Oh."

He frowned. "There's more?"

You just answered with a smile.

Your meal was filled with fun teas and hushed laughters, but it was cut short by vibrations from a phone on the table. It was Scaramouche's.

He picked the black device up, brows soon furrowing while reading the notifications he just received.

"Are you alright?" Concern grew. "What was it?"

He put his phone in his pocket. "Nothing."

You knew it had to be something.

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.

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[sanspuppet]

sooo... it actually makes more sense a 3some with yungi than sangi... and i saw a lot of people asking for that and IM AM SO EXCITED AT THE THOUGHT- LIKE- YUNHO AND MINGI??? ahnwpifedej 🫠🫠 im melting

so yeah here it is

PAIRING: softsub!Mingi x roughdom!Yunho x reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: threesome, oral sex (both giving and receiving), handjob (giving), cum eating, unprotected sex, rough and kinda sweet (?) sex

DISCLAIMERS: english is not my first language so excuse any grammar errors or akward wording, this is not meant to represent Mingi or Yunho in any way.

A/O: sorry for all the people that choose another pair, but they'll come soon. OOOHH AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR REACHING 100 FOLLOWERS!!

You and Yunho knew each other for almost 15 years and been best friends since high school, but your relationship was always been... kinda weird? Everytime you saw him, something strange happened to you, and you didn't even realize it. Not until a specific night, were you've been forced to stay at his dorm, because of the weather. And boom! How the fuck did you finish to be on Yunho's lap, with him sucking on your breast, while your clothed cunt was rubbing against his boner?? It was the same question you did to yourself the next morning, so did Yunho. That's how your relationship was now "friends with benefits": you were attracted to the other physically, and when one of you two, was horny, you just had sex.

You were now in his bedroom, outside was raining hard, just like your first time with him. Yunho was sitting on the corner of his bed, his hands squeezing the sheets, while you were sucking him off. The way you were making him feel so good, he couldn't help but keep moaning and whining your name in tiny. It was about 10 minutes that you were moving you head up and down, his tip touching every single time the back of you throat. You let his cock out of your mouth, with a pop, and just like that, he groaned loudly, before he filled your mouth with his cum, still fighting for don't screaming too much, riding his orgasm. Your panties? They were certainly soaking from how wet his dick made you. You kept rubbing his length with your hands, and giggled seeing him desperate.

"You like that Yuyu?" you've always asked after making him reach his climax.

"So damn much, geez y/n-"

You sucked your fingers, wet by his cum, and suddenly sat on his tights. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your lips attached under his chin, leaving small kisses and sucking his sensitive skin.

"Ready Yunnie? Gonna make you feel so good." you started to bounce slightly on his cock. You were about to drag your hands down on your ass, ready to take off your panties, when you heard the door opening behind you.

"Yunho, im home, want some street foo- oh fuck" Mingi was standing right there, watching your ass cheeks resting on Yunho's knees.

"Sorry i... didn't knew you were dating-?" he said, confused.

"We're not bro... just some good sex." Yunho replied, didn't caring if Mingi could see him naked. And so, you asked without even thinking:

"Wanna join us?" Suddenly the thought of two dicks inside of you just broke you, no need to deny that you were such a cockslut in those moments. Mingi opened his mouth, ready to deny your proposal, but... who could stop him? He was having the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you, and enjoy it with his best friend, shameless.

"Yeah, why not." he closed the door behind him, and headed towards you and Yunho. He sat right next to him, and admired your tits, grabbed by his friend's veiny hands. He moved his eyes on yours then, and took off his sweatshirt, exposing his gorgeous abs.

"So... what did you do to him? He seems so fucked out." Mingi asked you, looking now at Yunho, with a smirk.

"Tell him Yuyu." You said to Yunho, proud of your hard work. You wanted him to explain how Mingi's gonna feel, when your little mouth will be filled up by his cock.

"Fuck, she sucked my dick soo fucking good, such a dick eater, aren't you?" Yunho teased you, even if hearing that only made you hornier. "Yeah honestly i love to taste Yuyu's cock... what about yours Min? Does it taste good?" you got off Yunho's lap, and sat on Mingi's one, with lust in your eyes, so ready to eat his cum, too.

"I don't know, maybe you can answer it yourself." Was he ready? You didn't care, you just wanted to hear his desperate low groans, just by the thought of them you'd fall on your knees, and that exactly what you did: you knelt in front of him, your hands were resting on his inner tights, as you looked at him.

"May I take those off?" you pointed at his pants, looking for approval, before pleasuring him. Yunho was looking at the both of you: Mingi already hard for your sexiness, and you so needy to play with his cock. You noticed that, and looked at him, while unzipping Mingi's jeans.

"Can you please eat me out, too?" you asked him, not able to resist anymore the wetness you could feel inside you underwear. Mingi moved back, laying on the matress, you now on top of him, facing his boxers, Yunho on his knees at your back, ready to take your panties off. As you took Mingi's dick out, and spitted on it, Yunho was already licking the wet off of your cunt. You wanted to moan so bad, but your mouth was already filled up by Mingi's huge length, trying hard to reach the under area of his dick with your tongue. He start to whine softly, with his deep voice, sending you shivers down to your spine (or was it because of Yunho rubbing his tongue against your pussy?).

"Fuck, she's so good at it, bro." Mingi said to Yunho.

"And she just started, can't wait to fill her pussy too."

Oh yeah, you couldn't wait, too. So, you sped up your pace, once you knew how to take Mingi's length completely, almost choking from how big it was, and palmed his balls. The sound of Yunho sucking on your clit was the only thing you could hear beneath Mingi's groans, as he was already feeling his orgasm hitting him.

"Yes! Oh fuck, wish i had a slut like you, cock eater"

His abs were flexing, while his hands were gripping the sheets, just like Yunho did. You could feel he was close, by the amount of precum spreaded by his dick. He was so wet, because of you, and there was nothing that made you proud as much as making a man cum desperately. You popped his dick out of your mouth, and jerked him off with your hand, relentlessly.

"You're close, right? Like how i can make your dick twitch under my touch, yeah?" you asked, trying to ignore the pleasure that Yunho was making you also feel.

"Yeah fuck- imma fill you up with my cum so soon."

You chuckled and moaned at the same time, even Yunho was so good at licking your pussy, making you legs tremble by the pleasure he could make you feel. Mingi shutted his eyes, when you took his cock again in your mouth, ready to make him reach his orgasm. The moment Mingi left a high moan, it was pretty obvious he was going to cum straight inside you throat, making you choke as many swipes of his seed filled every inch of your mouth. You popped out his cock again, and swallowed, giggling: "Oh Min... you taste so fucking good."

Yunho took his tongue out of your pussy, and tried to clean his face with his hand, by your wetness.

"Does he taste better than me?" He asked you.

"Yeah" you smirked, knowing that your answer was making him burn inside: "Oh, yeah? Well i bet, i can fuck you better, wanna see? wanna feel it?"

Mingi in the meantime, was still recovering from his high, when Yunho stood up, not even waiting or saying anything, before pushing himself inside you, a broken moan left your mouth as he immediately started to pound you roughly.

"Fuck! Yu-Yun- ho-" your tits were bouncing forwards and backwards, right in front of Mingi. You couldn't see anything: you shutted your eyes, when Yunho gripped your hair, pulling it. The sound of skin slapping against skin, repeatedly and roughly, was echoing in Yunho's bedroom. You were trying not to be too loud, but sometimes desperate and loud moans left your mouth, followed by low grunts. When Mingi opened his eyes again, the only thing he could see, in facts, was your breast almost slapping on his face, he thought, after you sucked him off, he couldn't get hard another time so easily... well, sorry: just seeing the texture of the skin of your hard nipples, made you feel his tip standing against your clit.

"Fuck, so pretty. Can i lick them?" He asked you, despite you couldn't hear or think at anything, too fucked out to reply.

"Yeah Mingi, don't ask, just use her now." Yunho said, before speeding his pace up even more.

"Okey... if you say so." Mingi immediately attached his lips on your nipples, trying to make your tits stay still, by grabbing them between his hands.

You just loved what was going on, two men making you act like a slut, bet the sight was so fucking hot.

Yunho kept thrusting into your pussy, for barely 4/5 minutes, before you were about to climb your high, too. His dick fitted perfectly you, everytime he slided his cock inside you, it touched every perfect spot. Your walls clenched intensely around his length, as you finally felt your orgasm.

"Come on, pretty baby, cum around my dick." Yunho groaned, too hyped when your folds were squeezing his length. You nodded, biting your lower lip.

"Oh- so fucking tight-" he pounded a few more times, when you released your cum around him, before sliding his cock out of you. Exhausted, he layed on the bed, satisfied of how well he just fucked you.

"I give you- 2 minutes- for recovering- then- you'll ride Mingi, understand?" Yunho said to you, panting for his tiredness.

"Y-yeah" you replied and rested your head on Mingi's chest, trying to get off of your orgasm.

"Take your time" Mingi murmured at your ear, and caressed your soft hair, making you smile.

After a few minutes, when you were ready for round 2, you stood your back up, and smiled at him. You dragged your hips down on his body, till almost reaching his cock.

"Im ready now! Can't wait to feel your dick, too."

Mingi chuckled, and turned his face at Yunho: "I've never thought she would be such a cockslut."

But, actually... you were, 24/7 willing to suck and lick a dick, how you could be so naughty? Even you, you asked yourself. Mingi stood up, and layed his back against the back of the bed, dragging you closer to him. He looked closely at you:

"Damn bro- you're so lucky to have such a pretty friend."

"Don't worry, you'll probably join us again, after this." Yunho replied, before you suddenly sat on Mingi's dick, taking all of it at once: "Fuck! fuck so big- shit."

"It hurts?" Mingi grabbed your hips, ready to lift them up, if you were going to nod.

"Slightly" you replied, trying to get used to the new length. Yunho chuckled: "C'mon girl, i know you can take it, just bounce on it already." provoking you.

"Surely i can, don't know if Min, can take it." you smirked.

Mingi looked at you, pretending to be indignant: "What? Me? Haha- we'll see, now fuck me babe."

You did as he said, and started to pump over his dick, the back of your ass cheeks slapping against his balls, while his hands were wrapped forcefully around your hips. You immediately started to moan repeatedly, everytime you filled your own pussy with Mingi's cock. You couldn't help but clench your walls around it, from how big it was, almost painfully big. He threw his head back, and groaned, he's never felt so good, that you were about to think he was a vergin. Mingi kept praising you, murmuring things like:

"So good" "So pretty" "You're so tight" "God, so sexy" almost like a mantra.

You didn't resist more than 3 minutes, before running the second orgasm. Your legs were trembling, from the pleasure, and the tiredness of bouncing rhythmically for just some minutes. Mingi's fingers were gripping and squeezing your back, as he was going to cum, too.

"Fuck, im close y/n. I need to fill you up, please."

"Do it Min! Fucking do it-" you broke the sentence by moaning, all your muscles were twitching desperately when you finally felt your orgasm hitting you mercilessly. Yunho, meanwhile, was staring at the both of you, enjoying to watch, literally a porn, in front of him. He giggled, applauding:

"Yeah! So hot, you two together, so gorgeous."

Mingi looked at him, smirking: "Modestly, I know we're sexy, aren't we y/n?"

"Damn, yes." you replied, and rested your chin on his shoulder, his dick still inside your pussy, still not wanting to feel yourself empty again.

"So, who fucked you better?" Yunho asked, getting closer to you. His hand caressing gently your ass.

"Don't know, still can't decide. Maybe we need to try one more time." you smirked at him. Yunho looked at Mingi, and laughed together.

"Prepare yourself babe, this is gonna be a long night."

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The Rising Empress - Bang Chan Stray Kids Fanfic (Masterlist)

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Pairing: Bang Chan (of Stray Kids) x OC (name: Aristia)

Genre: non-idol AU, Royal AU, soft enemies to lovers, angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~64k words divided in 17 chapters

Warnings: explicit, mature, swearing, feelings of hopelessness, angst, depression, crying, domestic violence, depression, anxiety, angst, etc.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Stray Kids members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

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A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

“I guarantee you nothing will happen to you. I give you my word.” “How much does your word weigh, though?” Aristia scoffs. “You vowed during our wedding to love, cherish, and protect me no matter what. So far, none of your vows were respected. You said it yourself. You were never a husband to me.” “Neither were yours. In sickness and in health, I will stand by your side. With all that I am and all that I have, I pledge my loyalty and my love to you.” Chris scoffs as well. “You didn’t give me any chance to get close to you. You’ve put up your barriers and thought of me as your enemy since day one.” She comes closer to him. “I had no idea we shared an enemy instead, Aristia. Truly. I thought you were a spy.” “You didn’t even ask me anything. You dead bolted me.” “How could I have trusted you? You are the daughter of my enemy.” Chris frowns. “I don’t know. How can I trust you now, then? You are a man who hates me for simply being born as a princess of the enemy kingdom.” “… I assume you can’t.”

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The Kingdom of the South and the Empire of the Sun forge an alliance at the expense of Princess Aristia - the daughter of a King who didn’t want her, sent over like a sacrificial lamb to his enemy, a man who doesn’t want her either, who won’t even cast a look at her. She decides she won’t look at him either. Two can play this game. --- Non-idol AU This story takes place in an alternate universe where Bang Chan is Emperor Mature content ahead. 18+ ©storminsidemycore

Hello!

Storm here!

The Rising Empress is a story I've started writing on 17/01/2024 and finished on 28.10.2024.

I've always been an avid Manga and Manhwa reader, so I've pretty much gotten inspiration from the hundreds of things I've read, which is how this story was born.

I hope you will enjoy it, as I'm extremely proud with how it turned out. It's safe to say that for me personally, this is one of my best, if not the best work.

The main character's name (Aristia) is inspired after the Manhwa The Abandoned Empress - which is where I found this name and its meaning. Apparently, "Aristia" means "Rising Empress", which I found quite fitting for this story.

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The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Aristia, the protagonist, is a made-up character.

Stray Kids members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. Lots of trigger warnings apply, so please read carefully.

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18+

©storminsidemycore

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Chapter 1 - The Sacrificial Lamb - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 2 - The Wedding - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 4 - The Bearer of Bad News - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 5 - Dirt on the Marble Floors - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 6 - When You're on Your Own - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 7 - When the Emperor Takes Notice - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 - Envy and Power - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 9 - Yearning for More - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 10 - The Battlefield inside the Palace - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 11 - Setting the Plan in Motion - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 12 - Aristia's Letter - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 13 - Betraying the Emperor - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 14 - The Punishment - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 15 - A Way Out - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 16 - Slowly Building Trust - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 17 - The Rising Empress (Final Chapter) - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

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Thank you so much for reading my story, and I'm looking forward to your thoughts!

[macsimagines]

izana, draken and kazutora reacting to their s/o getting their name tattooed on them 🥹🫶

I love branding so much and tattooing falls into that category like being marked for life for your man is just soooo *chefs kiss*

TW: MINORS DNI, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, NSFW, MARKING

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

Made you do it. And that's putting it lightly, he basically told you to get ready and took you to the artist without telling you where you were going or what you were doing.

And then this asshole expected you to feel blessed for your "Present", which you of course said thank you, because anything else would've invoked his wrath.

He has hit placed right where your heart is surrounded by small roses to; "Represent your undying love, Y/N~" and honestly that look in his eyes, the one where he's getting what he wants and there is no saying no, keeps you from ever complaining.

But when the needle touches your skin and that stinging burn starts to hit Izana... gets gentle. Sweet even. Brushing your hair from your face, delicate soothing touches here and there. Kind words you'd never thought you'd hear.

"Good girl, so proud of you. You're so good for me, and you're so beautiful like this. I love you~"

When it's finally done, and you're caught between feeling pain in your chest and high off his tender words, Izana shocks you again. You think its over but no. He's taking off his shirt next and laying down where you just were. "Alright, princess, ready to watch him do me?"

Yandere!Ken Ryuguji

He likes it. A lot. You got is name on your shoulder, right on the spot that he likes to kiss at night when he gets into bed with you or when he pulls you in from behind for a hug.

Runs his finger over the skin surrounding it, because he knows not to touch it yet, and has to resist the urge to kiss it. Best believe that when it heals his lips are going to be all over it.

Honestly did bend you over that night staring at the letters while he pounded into you. "Fuuuuck baby, tell me who owns it, who's pussy is this?" and he really didn't need to hear you moan out his name because he was staring right at it, but he sure did love to hear the way you cried it out.

Probably starts letting you wear more revealing clothes, because anyone with eyes can see you're clearly taken. Uses it as an excuse to start some shit whenever someone gets flirty.

"Hey motherfucker can't you read? My names already on her."

Really starts thinking about marriage after that because he can't stand the idea that his name isn't on you in every way,

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Got his before you got yours, probably before you even knew who he was. It was right on his collar bone and when you first saw it, a few months into dating, you had been awestruck.

"I'm all yours' baby, I just needed everyone else to know," and honestly he is content with it. He wants to be owned and loved by you so bad that he's willing to go this far...

Loves it when you kiss or touch the inked skin, he swears the spot has become so sensitive ever since. Does like to wear lower cut shirts to show it off, really likes the idea of being owned by you.

Never expected you to get one too. His initials right on your perfect hip. He's dropping to his as soon as you show him kissing your navel all the way down to your panties.

"Such a sweet girl, my baby, all mine," he'll chant in between mouthing at the wet spot forming in your underwear. Probably eats you out for hours as a thank you.

Gets hard every time he sees it. Loves it more than anything and now when you two are together he always has a hand on your hip right where your name is.

[ctrldoll]

What's more humanist than having a baby?

Pairing: Lex Luthor / F!Reader

Genre: Fluffy & Suggestive.

Give me a break—my days! Why does he have to look so good in YJ?! (ノ∀≦。)ノ

PEACE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU, MY LOVE! <3

Lex Luthor was bothered. 

He sat in his home office looking through paperwork for his latest project. Metropolis was still in its usual state, his company and illegal groundings ever stable.

Work had not been bothering him in ways that he was not accustomed to. This meant that he had no reason to be as bothered as he was.

But why has he been in a sour mood ever since he saw his wife entertain a baby while its parents discussed plans with him? She looked at it so lovingly, and ‘baby talk’ suddenly seemed like the smoothest language she had ever spoken.

The young being also seemed to share its affection for her as its sharp giggle spread around the room to Lex's cochlea, which budded his bother.

“Aw, she likes her already.” Said the woman he was discussing with, her smile on sight as she watched the charming display. “Little Grace’s already found a new friend. I'm so proud of her.” Lex was captivated as well. Being a witness to his wife's natural charm with children sent a familiar heat that spread over his skin and penetrated his bones and veins with a chill that bore deep into his heart.

“She’s a natural mother. She’ll do well with a child of her own.” The implication hadn't passed him, and a seed was planted. 

“You haven't been in a good mood in a bit, my love. Are you alright?” [Name] asked her husband as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders behind him. 

“Yeah, I am.” You weren't satisfied with his response. “Are you sure? Nothing about your business, Superman, etc.” You pressed on, wanting to be aware of his behavioural change. 

“Would you ever like to have children of our own at the moment, [Name]?” He spoke after a few moments of silence. The question made you pause for a moment, the cogs in your brain turning as it processed the sudden question. 

“Yes, I would.” Your voice strummed against the thin air, highlighting the change in the atmosphere. “What brought this on?” 

“I saw you with the Rayon child. You seemed so natural in your care for her. It made me feel odd.” Lex Luthor was a straightforward man; he didn't see a need to shift around.

“In what way?” Slightly startled, you asked, moving to stand before him. You felt pressure on your lower stomach and looked down to find Lex leaning on it as his hand gently wrapped around your waist.

“It made me want one of our own.” He confessed, lifting his gaze upon you, his green eyes gleaming towards your own—wait, was he pleading?

“I believe you would be an amazing mother, [Name]. Imagine it: a child with our genes, a creation of our making. Wouldn't that please you, [Name]? To finally have a little one who represents us?” You shook underneath the dimmed lights of the room, thoughts swirling as an indescribable want filled you. “I've been imagining them for some time now.” You confessed, admiring the slight curl your husband’s lips made. 

“With my hair or yours?” You giggled at that and lifted your hand to caress his cheek lovingly and felt his sculpted jawline underneath. “You know, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to see her turn out to be ginger.” “Who said it’d be a girl? I think my boy would have your eyes.” 

“Regardless of how they are, I’m going to love them so damn much. I can’t wait to embrace them all the time.” You sighed happily, settling yourself on Lex’s lap when he pulled you in. “Who says you have to wait any longer?” He purred in your ear, his left hand settling on your thighs, tracing circles on top of your skirt while his right neared its hidden zipper.

“Lex, you devil.”

“You know me, Darling. I’m quick.”

[mad-serotonin]

who are your top ten favorite black clover and ships? talk about them! (welcome back to the fandom, always loved your art)

I’m thinking you meant top 10 CHARACTERS and top 10 ships. Here’s the characters for now! I have another ask for ships and since that’s gonna take me a bit more time to really think about you’ll get those soon with that ask I promise!

My top 10:

1. Finral

Already talked about him in depth so I’ll let everyone else shine here lol

2. Magna

The manliest man. The actual best underdog character in Shonen. Like Tabata knew what he was doing during the Heart kingdom training arc. (Vague manga spoilers for spade arc) Having to work insanely hard to catch up to everyone when they can do something you can’t and finding a way to accomplish something no one else can do????? That’s such a real experience and he’s so admirable.

The literal best friend you could have in this world. He’s so silly and supportive and awesome. Design wise one of my fav character designs ever he’s so sick. I should probably make a solo post about him too cuz I could go deep into his character.

3. Rill

THE ARTIST’S BEST FRIEND!!!! I heart him so much and the approach to his upbringing was so beautiful. His destruction circling around a lack of direction and inspiration for his work is so insanely relatable. And just seeing him be so carefree and happy in battle creating art 😭 I wanna be him.

Winner for the Clover Kingdom’s best laugh. Cutest character design he is so fluffy and pastel. I want to see more of his magic it’s made some of the best battle scenes in the show with just how much freedom there is with its imagery.

He’s so baby I just love him. Also shout out to him for changing the squad name for azure deer from gray deer. I can’t remember if it was explicitly stated but I KNOW that he did that.

4. Asta

The boy of the hour. Honorary spot at #1 because he is the one of the most successfully written Shonen protagonists of his archetype. Really love taking the going for the top motivation and giving a depth to it outside of personal ambition and having the concentration be on changing the world for the better. The purest soul.

Asta is so important. He not only motivates and inspires EVERY. SINGLE. CHARACTER. within the story. But also inspires so many people irl. Like i literally think “would this make Asta proud” when I do stuff sometimes JSJDHDDHHD and it motivates me to get through rough times.

He’s a cutie patootie and he breaks all expectations for what characters would typically do when faced with conflicts like he is. He truly is one of a kind and brings out the best in everyone.

I absolutely love the aspect of his character where he’s literally everyone’s lil brother. He just cares and trusts everyone on his team and fights for them SIMPLY because they are teammates no questions asked. Every time I rewatch the series I just admire the effect he has on their world and how it spreads one step at a time with each adventure. So many things wouldn’t have been possible without him being himself in situations and setting people straight in understanding their world. (This fact stands true even if not considering the anti magic as a factor. It’s all him baby.)

5. Langris

UGHHHHH I could write another essay but I shan’t. He is such a wonderfully complex character who has been so forcefully shaped into a figurehead of a group that represents strength, giving him such a terrible egotistical, yet self loathing view of himself. And despite all of it he genuinely wants to love and be loved outside of those factors. He’s just a very confused kid who needs genuine support instead of ego-feeding elitist parents HDHDHDH.

I’m very passionate about him. And I am SO PROUD of his character development through the story. Especially with his relationship with Finral. (I will for sure write a whole separate essay discussing them sometime soon). He was written so well both in his antagonistic position which in my eyes was very much mostly out of his control (not completely he’s not totally excused ✋🏻). Seeing him make genuine effort to change his outlook and behavior to rebuild a healthy sibling relationship, to support his brother and motivate him to improve himself as well, AND to remove himself from a position of high status when he knows he’s no longer the one suited for it really just proves how much he has grown. His complexity in his character just makes him so interesting and I want to see him and Finral team up more please I beg there was not enough. HAHSHSHS

6. Luck

I always loved Luck’s story and the exploration on his ability to express his emotions as time goes on is so good. Like the elf battle always makes me SOB he’s so good. I genuinely am obsessed with his friendship with Magna they are the best duo ever. He’s such a lil weirdo and his antics are just so perfectly lil brother energy to the rest of the squad. I will say Tabata had PEAK WRITING with his unwavering fear in battle that made the perfect set up for the seriousness of the Spade arc when they show him not wanting to fight ABSOLUTELY beautiful setup and reward right there. He’s a baby boy who doesn’t need to be protected but I want to anyways.

7. Klaus

OUR 👏🏻 KING 👏🏻 OF 👏🏻 CHARACTER 👏🏻 GROWTH👏🏻! Literally perfection how this man goes from prickly noble to Asta and Yuno’s number 1 fan. He has the perfect older brother energy and really became just an absolute sweetheart. I adore his support for Asta so much it always makes me laugh when they pan to him doing some weird stuff in hopes that it helps him out.

His magic is also so cool and damn I wish Tabata would give him some more badass spells because he could do SO MUCH. Give him a suit of magic armor mayhaps idk but it’s such a fun magic for him. Also design wise I love his hair and his features are just so pleasing. ESPECIALLY during the elf arc my god he looked like a model. I just think he’s very pretty HDHXHDHD. BUT YES an absolute king and deserves all the love.

8. Mars

Oooooo we need more of him in the manga. I swear the coolest dudes are underutilized this man is so sick. I love Mars’ story and I’m so glad that he reocurred in the story the way he did. He was really the perfect set up for the diamond kingdom being in the plot at all. But he himself. AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART he’s so good. He and Fana are precious together and I really admire his strength and commitment to his goals throughout his whole story. He had some of the coolest magic and I desperately need a Mars and Asta team up with their massive swords.

One of the best character designs from silhouette, outfit, colors and all. He is very handsome and just a cool dude overall. Y’all need to make more fan art of him I don’t see enough. I’ll make some too I promise.

9. Leopold

The king of not being in the story enough. For REAL he is so powerful and cool and he’s one of Asta’s rivals too I NEED a triple team up of him asta and yuno it would be FIRE absolute pun intended hehe

I love how straightforward he is, he’s so motivated and such a strong mage. I hope he gets to lead the crimson lions one day he absolutely deserves the position. He is the best friend of best friends. Being supportive of Asta from the start and being one of the least “noble” of all the other squads immediately solidified him as a favorite to me. And he just continued to kick butt and be a cool lad. His power is fun and I desperately wanna see him make full blown fire tornadoes NSHXHDH it would be SICK. but yeAH he is such an awesome character and a perfect rival and I think he deserves more screen time. I will for sure be drawing him again soon.

10. Yami

That’s our DAD 🫵🏻

God I will say this with all the confidence in the world he is the BEST WRITTEN DANG TEAM LEADER in Shonen. Like Tabata really said let this silly goofy man rescue all of these outcasts and be their dad and help them grow and I cannot handle any moment from any character without thinking about Yami’s influence. HE HAS DONE SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE.

The smartest idea ever translated from brain to paper was making this man a walking poop joke. LIKE INGENIOUS. I always find it funny and I always will. Make this absolute badass a true dad. He poop and he make bad joke. Honestly the funniest character.

His story from what I’ve gotten to is so interesting. It was so worth the wait to get to see more about him but even so his story just in the clover kingdom is so wonderful. I love how he really sets up the themes Asta stands for before he even gets to the squad. Where all of the change in the kingdom that happens wouldn’t have been done without him (a foreigner) and his whole team of unloved and unwanted individuals who were seen as worthless. Literally showing the world how wrong they are. Yami is best dad and he always will be.

Special shout out to William, Vanessa, and Gordon they deserve to be up here. Also David cuz I think he’s pretty and I love his magic but he is SO background character it hurts.

In the end I would have loved to talk about more of them but It’s hard picking favorites with this show. Literally everyone is written so well and I love them.

Thank you for the ask sorry if i went on a tangent a couple times LOL

[geothewriter]

Dark Revelations

A raucous cacophony crashed overhead as near-constant lightning flashes illuminated the rain-streaked palace windows she left behind. The panes shook with every thunderous rumble. Her entire being relished the energy of the skies as she walked through the downpour.

On any other night, she may have stopped the water from soaking her through. Not tonight. Not at the midnight hour. Torrential as it was, she let the storm in. It made her feel alive. She felt the crackle of the storm’s power, but more; beyond the tempest, above the clouds, the moon hung full, brimming with power just begging to be set free. Who was she to deny it that want?

She entered the massive stone prison fortress with little resistance. The guards who recognized her bowed and immediately stepped aside, while those who didn’t were decidedly dealt with. Not harmed. Not permanently anyway. None would stop her from reaching her goal.

His cell was dark, dingy, and dismal, a desolate place for a man who once sat at the precipice of ruling the world. A fitting place for him to rot. The walls were thick with moisture, seeping in from the storm above. 

Perfect but unnecessary.

The guards posted to this prisoner’s cell were summarily dismissed. She felt their presence would only complicate the matter. This was personal. 

Standing in the barren hall, she felt the latent energy of the full moon still reaching out, still begging to be used, and she did intend to use it, but not just yet. He lay in the cot on the opposite wall, a pathetic example of what he once was, of what he represented. She shook her head, shunting away the tiniest pity that rose within. 

She bowed her head, a mockery of her own position and her own morals, but she wanted this to feel perfect as she softly spoke, “Fire Lord Ozai?”

A shuffle of clothing signaled his consciousness, and she could see in the shadows that he had sat up, eyes of amber shining through the dark. 

He returned her inquiry with graveled words, a sign that he rarely spoke. “You are bold to use such a title here. State your business.”

Pathetic how he thinks he yet holds any power here. He rose from the cot and approached the bars opposite her. 

She keeps her tone even, controlled, and if she were honest, almost dark. “I have learned an interesting tale regarding your son, the former Prince Zuko, and I would know its truth.” 

He seethes through the bars. “You speak from a place of knowledge. It is dangerous for a woman to come alone here and seek its origin; Unless of course, you seek power.” 

Anger roiled and growled within her, but it was not yet the time. She would play with her prey a while longer. “What power could you possibly offer from in there?”

She could feel his eyes narrow from within the cell, the twin coals of amber becoming mere pinpricks. “Who are you that dares disturb the only true Fire Lord of this land?”

She suppresses a smile as she responds, venom seeping from her words, “Tell me, Ozai. Does he visit you? Has your daughter seen the pitiful state you exist in? Do you hear any news in this dismal place?” A pause. “Do you ever see the sun?” 

Silence, broken only by the periodic crash of thunder and the shuddering of the rock walls stretches for minutes. As she stands, a puddle of water has formed at her feet, still dripping from her soaked clothing. 

He scoffed “A waste of my time. You’re nothing. A nobody! Not worth anything.” 

As he turned toward his bed, she replied in a near-whisper laced with conviction, “Is that what you think?”

It was enough to give him pause.

“Three years.” She begins darkly, “Three years ago a young woman came to this land. She learned the customs, the traditions, and forged her path forward. She was named ambassador for her work. The Fire Lord recognized her long before she gained the title. She and your son are now betrothed.” A beat. “Tell me, Ozai. Your son. Fire Lord Zuko. Are you proud of him?” Thunder crashes, shaking the chamber, as if to punctuate her question.

He whipped around and grasped the bars, eyes pressed to the opening, attempting to gain knowledge about the speaker before answering, disgust dripping from his every syllable, “Proud? I’d be proud if he were dead. So what if he tricked some weak simpleton to be his bride. It changes nothing.” 

Bile surged into her throat as she witnessed firsthand his complete disdain for his own son, but they were nearing the end of this conversation. It would not matter much longer how he felt. 

“Your son will be making a waterbender his wife in two months. A waterbender, the Fire Lady.” 

She could see his hands shake against the bars, clenching with what strength he had available. The whites of his teeth shone in the dim light as he gritted them together, then to her surprise, a sickening laugh peeled out from the cell. 

A moment later, the laughter subsided, and he spoke with unexpected joviality. “The news you have for me of my son, is that he picked a weakling pathetic water tribe peasant to be his wife? To rule my nation? You’re joking. The elite will tear him to shreds. What could he possibly see in such an inferior being?” He laughed once more then continued, “They will hang her in the streets and come crawling back to–” 

She interrupts with a fake sweetness in her voice. “Tell me, Ozai, why do you think he belongs to her?”

A glint of light poured through his eyes as realization struck him and he growled, “You… It’s you! You’re her? I should have known he would choose a stupid peasant girl not fit for rule! You're just a cheap whore who doesn't know–”

She smiled as her hands began to curl, “He did not choose me.”

The moon’s power flowed within her, and when she reached for it with impossibly flexed fingers, the liquid in him answered her command. He was frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move, and for the first time in years, fear welled within him.

“Your son is marrying a waterbender.” She spoke with a scarily even tone. “He is noble, compassionate, and righteous. He is right for our nation.” 

She waited, pausing for a response she knew would not arrive, before continuing, “His bride is like him. She is driven, loving, and cares very deeply for both he and their nation, but I chose to accept his proposal.” 

Lightning flashed once more as he spoke with great effort sputtering through gritted teeth, “Your tricks will not save you. I–”

“I am marrying your son in two months. And tonight, I learned something about his past.” 

Ozai spat toward her, showing his contempt.

She gripped the moisture in the air as it flew toward her, froze it, and smashed it into his chest, leaving a bloody welt in its wake, and the former Fire Lord grimacing in pain. The blow sent him reeling backward, and through an expression of shocked terror sputtered, “What– What are you?!”

She straightened her back and the water that once coated her lifted free of her clothing, levitating in the air before her. The storm crashed with a crescendo of lightning flashes, clearing the air for her to speak. 

“I am retribution.” She paused, letting the water around her swirl momentarily before continuing with all the hatred in her heart. “And I know what you did to him!”

Her fingers curled sickeningly, and his body was suddenly lifted, held aloft in his cell. Wide-eyed, he realized all too late, that he could not scream. 

“My future husband may not forgive it, but he is willing to put what you did to him aside…”

His fingers continued to grasp the bars, even as his body was pulled away, lifted by invisible strings, and suspended in the middle of the cell. 

“I am not so compassionate for those who hurt my loved ones.”

Her hands twitched, and he involuntarily released his hold on the bars. In a moment, his arms were pinned to his sides, and once again, he was brought back before her, but now entirely tensed, unable to move.

“You say my people are weak. When you were powerful, you showed your son just how to treat the weak.” Barely containing her anger, her words seethed through clenched teeth. “You burned him! Permanently scarred him! To what end?!”

A moment passed and she found her calm voice once more, dark and calculated, and no more than a whisper, “I will teach you in the way you taught him. I don't care that you won’t learn, but if power is all that you recognize…Then witness mine.” A few murky laughs escaped her before she continued, “Where there is water, I have all the power in the world, and in your blood, I can feel the water churning. It calls to me.”

The power of the moon rushed through her, pulling his blood through the rivers it flowed, and the now-distant thunderclaps echoed his heartbeat. She gripped at the tendrils of power and twisted.

A deafening scream issued from the cell, heard only by her, so intense was the cacophony of thunder that the sky raised at that very moment. His howls faded into a whimper, and when she was finished, her voice hauntingly whispered into his cell.

“No matter who you tell, it will not matter.” She cooed at the bloodstained former Fire Lord as he lay broken on the cold cell floor. “There will be no trace.” 

At her word, the broken skin began to heal, wounds stitching themselves back together, bones mending, and mangled flesh reforming. In no time, her lesson was no more than a memory. 

His form shuddered at her final words, “There will be more lessons. I have much to teach you about respect.”

As she walked back to the palace, the sky released another torrent of rain. She did nothing to stop its impact; yet this time, the drops dared not touch her.

[iliketangerines]

I’m back tehehe- So I’ve got two ideas😍 idk if you’ve ever played god of war- but imagine a reader who’s like Heimdall. Cocky, arrogant, annoying, sassy, powerful, incredibly rude, and untouchable but also imagine like one day lord Raiden or mk11 Hanzo- possibly even mk11 kuai liang- get so pissed and end up hitting reader. Like actually landing a hit and reader gets all pity and bratty. Then it leads to them “teaching” reader some manners- ((spanking, rope tying, hair yanking, choking, possibly inappropriately use of ice for kuai liang??))

My second idea

Reader who like is a giant with Oni powers. Shes also really buff- but she tries to be girly. It’s hard for her because she’s so tall and strong. She tries to not eat a lot and be as girly as she can be but people sorta make fun of her and bully her for it. Maybe it’s Tomas x reader or perhaps Sareena- maybe Kitana

That’s all- I love you Pookie-

lovely as a flower

a/n: CLOTHING DOESN'T HAVE A GENDER. SAY IT WITH ME GUYS

pairing: kitana x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowgirl, praise kink

you sit in Kitana’s throne room, staring at yourself in the mirror as you apply some color to your lips and staining it red, and you admire your work

it was well-done, or at least you hoped you looked well-done as you started cleaning up the brushes and closing the lids to all the make-up

standing up from your seat, you flatten down your dress, hoping it didn’t look too out of place on your body, and you hum happily at the sight

you looked gorgeous, you knew you did, and you give yourself a little spin to admire how the dress flows about you

unbefitting, odd, strange, the thoughts fill your head, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath

no time to doubt yourself tonight

walking over to the door, you take a deep breath and walk out, trying not to psych yourself out as you pass by the guards and maids to the banquet hall

you enter the hall, and all eyes turn to you

Kitana waves at you excitedly, standing and almost running over to you with a large smile on her face, and she runs into your arms and gets up on her toes to give you a kiss

she says you look beautiful tonight, and you beam at her, thanking her for her compliment before hooking your arm with hers and walking to your seats

you’re not sure how you scored Kitana as a simple guard, but you weren’t going to complain

you suppose you’re tall, buff, strong, and perhaps a little charming and that’s what drew the princess in

you’re drawn out of your thoughts as Mileena and Tanya greet you from their own seats, and Kitana pulls your seat out for you and gestures for you to sit

you give her a grateful smile and sit down, flattening out invisible crinkles on your dress as you turn to face the Earthrealmers that had come to the tournament

there was their champion, Raiden, and then the other three there to help morally support Raiden and also represent Earthrealm

they greet you cordially and give you their names, and you do the same, slightly bowing your head to show your respect before turning back to Kitana

she grabs your hand from under the table and squeezes it as she talks to Johnny Cage, and you pick at your food with a fork with your free hand

Kitana notices how you pick at the little food on your plate, and she lets go of your hand to pile some more food onto your plate, all your favorites

she urges you to eat with a glance over to you, and you give a weak smile, only thinking about how all the protein would add onto your muscle mass

you liked being strong, you really did, and the muscles were a proud achievement of yours

but lately, they felt more like a curse whenever you walked anymore in the palace as Kitana’s consort

it had never been a problem to be strong before because you didn’t have the money to buy all the pretty things that you wanted, so you just plain shirts and pants

but then Kitana had taken an interest you and bought you every single thing you even glanced at in the market, and suddenly your closet was filled with all things you had wanted since childhood

you still took time at the training grounds to hone your powers and your fighting skills, but you heard the whispers

how a monster could have possibly captured the attention of their beloved princess, and why someone that looked like you dressed in such feminine clothing

eventually, the training grounds became a place you avoided, and you tried to slim down and seem more like what you dressed as, more like Kitana

the sound of a scraping chair snaps you out of your thoughts as Shao Kahn angrily shouts something about the Earthrealm champion

Kitana grips onto your hand tightly as she listens, clearly irritated with the general, and Empress Sindel dismisses the general, telling him to meet with her later

the room has suddenly become much more tense, and you no longer have an appetite

excusing yourself from the table and bowing to Empress Sindel and Mileena before you leave, you take the familiar path to your bedroom and shut the door

a grand night of celebration and drinks and food, and you can’t stop thinking about how you feel like you don’t belong in this dress and this make-up

there’s a knock on your door and the familiar call of your lover sounds from behind the intricately carved doors, and you take a deep breath

getting off the doors, you turn around and open them with Kitana standing there, a concerned look on her face

she reaches for your hand, asking what was wrong, and you just wave off her concerns and give an excuse that you didn’t feel very well

frowning at that statement, she reaches up with her arm and presses the back of her hand on your forehead to feel for any abnormal heat

she purses her lips and walks into your room, and you’re left to shut the door behind her

you watch as she sits down on the bed, slightly bouncing up and down, and she pats the spot next to her

you listen and sit down next to her, and she grabs onto your hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, and asks what’s wrong and to not lie, she knows when you lie

the room becomes much too warm and cold at the same time, and your skin feels like all types of clammy as your mouth dries up and your tongue weighs down heavy

Kitana doesn’t stop running her thumb over the back of your thumb, and it manages to calm you down just a bit to say you didn’t feel great in the dress

she turns to you in surprise and counters your statement saying that you looked amazing, beautiful, ravishing

there’s a small pause, and then she asks why you feel this way, eyes peering into yours and imploring you for the truth

sweat runs down your back, and an ugly feeling bubbles up in your stomach as a million whispery voices howl in your head with everything you’ve been feeling

you force a smile and say that you really just felt a bit sick tonight, nothing else

she frowns, and in a quick motion, she settles herself in your lap and pushes you down by your chest so your back flops onto the soft sheets

her thighs squeeze your waist, and she says that she’s heard the maids and the other soldiers talking and that she knows that they spread rumors about you

a cold feeling grips onto your stomach, shame, it’s shame, shame that you let silly school rumors get to your head and that you let them spread and infect your mind

you close your eyes and press your lips together, and you hear Kitana’s voice grow angrier as she says that they’re ridiculous, what right do they have to judge you, and how when she had first heard the rumors she had gotten so angry-

but she stops after a moment, taking in a deep breath, and she rests a hand on your chest and says that this isn’t about her, this is about you

your crack your eyes open just a bit at the statement, and she traces a hand down your chest, over the smooth silk material before tracing it down your stomach

she picks at the seam with her manicured nails and asks if you were okay, and you let out a sigh and turn your head to the side

the rumors did affect you, and you had let them get to your head and well you suppose you didn’t really fit the description someone who wore a dress and you just wanted to lose a bit of muscle mass-

a strangled gasp comes out of you as she slaps the side of your thigh with her hand, and your hands fly to her hips at the feeling

she stops and raises an eyebrow at you, telling you to continue but without any of that self-deprecating nonsense, and you nod and continue with a shaky breath

right, you shouldn’t lose muscle mass just because of a few narrow-minded people, and you know you look gorgeous in your clothing

you like dressing in pretty clothing, and it looks great on you and no one had the right to judge you

Kitana looks down at you approvingly and grinds her hips into your clothed cock as a reward, a slight whine leaving your lips at the feeling

she continues to just do that for a while, moving her hips against yours, and she tells you that you are gorgeous, absolutely beautiful in that dress of yours

her hands start to grab at your clothing and pull it up, raising her hips to properly bunch it up at your waist, and she sits right back down

it feels so much more intense and warm without the layers of clothing, and you can’t help but whine as she grinds on you, the material of your underwear rubbing against your sensitive cock

she says she’ll buy you every pretty dress you want, that you deserve it, that you are important to her and that she loves you

you moan out her name, adding on a please to the end as your hips buck up, desperate for more friction than just her grinding down on you

Kitana just smiles softly down at you and gets up off your lap to fully undress herself, and you sit up, reaching around your back to unzip it

she tells you to stop, and you do, looking at her with a dazed expression as you watch her strip herself down

pulling your lacy panties down to mid thigh, she gets back up on your lap and pushes you back down to lie flat on your back, and she grinds her pussy into your bare cock, relishing in the small little whimpers and gasps you let out

the princess tells you that she wants to ride her pretty little lover in their dress, wants to show her appreciation for it

it makes you flush and warm, and you close your eyes in pleasure as she continues to move her hips down on you

there’s no rush, just her grinding along your cock and your desperate little cries as you beg for her to please please ride you

after a while of just watching how you moan and whimper, she stands on her knees and lines you up with her pussy

she whispers that you’re so beautiful like this as she sinks down, and it draws a loud long keen out of you, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as she grinds her clit into your pelvis

it ruins your make-up, and you’re sure the lipstick is smudged from how much you’ve been biting your lip

but she keeps complimenting you as she rides you slowly, rising up slowly before slamming her hips down, and you gasp her name in pleasure, hips trying to buck up further into her

Kitana doesn’t quicken or slow down her pace, riding you steadily as she tells you that you look so beautiful, her beautiful lover, the prettiest

she tells you she’ll spoil you with the finest jewelry and cloth her money and status can buy and that you are so important to her

her soft and sweet words quell something within you, and there is the feeling of something warm and honeyed filling your nerves

it’s all-consuming, filling your every sense, and you moan out her name as your hips buck up into her and cum inside of her

she’s in no rush and lets you ride out your orgasm as you blubber out thank yous over and over again, hands holding onto her hips and kneading at the flesh

finally, your whimpers of pleasure die down as she coos at you, rising up off of you and urging you to properly lay on the bed

you just sit up and whine that she didn’t get to finish, and she just cradles your face in her hands and tells you that it’s okay, she could always draw her orgasm out of you later

memories past of her fill your head and make you bite your lip, and Kitana just rubs her thumb over your cheek before moving away to help clean you up

she’s gentle as she wipes the make-up from your face, and her hands are soft and slow as she unzips the dress and throws it onto a nearby chair

finally, the two of you lay on the bed, your head in her chest, and she rubs your scalp as you slowly fall asleep

your problems wouldn’t disappear like this, but knowing Kitana was by your side made the journey that much easier

[antiendovents]

fuck it. I'm saying this for the sake of our system and the others here, this might get unhinged asf.

Endos stalking this blog;

Our vents are NOT your propaganda. This is not your brainwashing fuel. Quit using a false sense of justice to bully mentally ill people on the internet. Call me whatever the fuck you want, sysmed, anti, traumascum, evil prosecutor, it has no effect on me. I REFUSE to let MY HOST or ANY OTHER SYSTEM have to deal with bullshit. How about, for every derogatory word you give us, we simply ignore it and make one for you? Will you accept that as a fair punishment? Or will you get butthurt all over again and complain about us being 'evil' and 'harassing you' when we would simply be returning your treatment of us. How about we treat YOU like the scum of the earth rather than uneducated people, how about we make fake resources ourselves, how about we do everything you do and say its all for the sake of equality and destigmatization whilst doing the opposite just like you? Is it suddenly bad to you? Will you fall victim to your own hypocrisy? Of course, we would never do that, not on this blog. But you'll ignore that and only point at the 2 hecklers in the audience of thousands, claiming that represents all of us. You hit us first, invading our spaces, twisting our words and logic into lies for your own gain just like a dictatorship. But just like history, you will fall. And we will live on through it, standing tall, standing together, standing not proud of having a debilitating mental disorder, but proud of knowing we triumph still. I propose we as askers on this blog and all anti endo blogs call ourselves something uniting, something with less room for dehumanization. We as a group are striving for a shared goal together, and we don't all need to have this same intense drive to fight for our dignity just to be included in the group name of something good. All I'm saying is regardless of how openly you fight against misinformation, or how vigorously, or even how little, your still fighting, one way or another. Why fight alone? We're already united under this blog so why not make a title for ourselves to unite us more, regardless of if we are actively fighting or not?

-Mocha of the Jester system

Ps: Host is going to be so ticked about this rant LMAO he HATES when we get into drama shit

^^^ if y'all want a title for yourselves as askers that would be amazing we're unsure how to set this up though,, perhaps make suggestions for what you might want if you want any and we'll make a poll on it to see whats the most popular choice?

And yeah, we agree with this whole rant

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pt : fuck it. I'm saying this for the sake of our system and the others here, this might get unhinged asf.

Endos stalking this blog;

Our vents are NOT your propaganda. This is not your brainwashing fuel. Quit using a false sense of justice to bully mentally ill people on the internet. Call me whatever the fuck you want, sysmed, anti, traumascum, evil prosecutor, it has no effect on me. I REFUSE to let MY HOST or ANY OTHER SYSTEM have to deal with bullshit. How about, for every derogatory word you give us, we simply ignore it and make one for you? Will you accept that as a fair punishment? Or will you get butthurt all over again and complain about us being 'evil' and 'harassing you' when we would simply be returning your treatment of us. How about we treat YOU like the scum of the earth rather than uneducated people, how about we make fake resources ourselves, how about we do everything you do and say its all for the sake of equality and destigmatization whilst doing the opposite just like you? Is it suddenly bad to you? Will you fall victim to your own hypocrisy? Of course, we would never do that, not on this blog. But you'll ignore that and only point at the 2 hecklers in the audience of thousands, claiming that represents all of us. You hit us first, invading our spaces, twisting our words and logic into lies for your own gain just like a dictatorship. But just like history, you will fall. And we will live on through it, standing tall, standing together, standing not proud of having a debilitating mental disorder, but proud of knowing we triumph still. I propose we as askers on this blog and all anti endo blogs call ourselves something uniting, something with less room for dehumanization. We as a group are striving for a shared goal together, and we don't all need to have this same intense drive to fight for our dignity just to be included in the group name of something good. All I'm saying is regardless of how openly you fight against misinformation, or how vigorously, or even how little, your still fighting, one way or another. Why fight alone? We're already united under this blog so why not make a title for ourselves to unite us more, regardless of if we are actively fighting or not?

-Mocha of the Jester system

Ps: Host is going to be so ticked about this rant LMAO he HATES when we get into drama shit

[lifenconcepts]

LIFE AND DEATH! For @canines-crown depicting the concepts as tangible forms, representing both wolf and I :)

Made with the silly “my favourite character x character trope” but ended up turning into just art of our concet selves. Hehhehdhdhjd. The text reads:

MY FAVOURITR CONCEPT TO SYMBOL(ism) TROPE: A natural process without enemies nor villains.

DEATH: Gentle & Compassionate. “It must be done”. Rest, child. All will go.

LIFE: Sporadic & Intense. “survive and thrive!”. Run, child. All has purpose.

more information under the cut

This took me just a little over an hour and a half to draw (the most I’ve spent on any piece of art. Period.) and I’m gosh darn proud! Very happy to be able to make this for you and now with the symbolism because I’m not satisfied with just giving you the finished art..

The foxglove and wolfsbane depicted on the right are a representation of just how merciless life can be and that something beautiful and seemingly innocent may bring along a harsh fate, a field vole depicted by the wolfsbane (technically not the right name but I like how it sounds) is a symbol of fragility of life and how curiosity is a given and yet can result in death. The dove, also a symbol of goodness, has been wounded and can be a stand in to the destructive nature of existence itself. The shroud and light above both figures faces both obstructs the identity but also acts as a key element in recognising them and I think speaks for itself (a looming darkness vs blinding light). On the left, alongside death, is the corpse of a long fallen deer, along with its fragility - it is now the source of life for carrion beetles, making it clear how in the end of one thing, there is beginining in another. Wolf also holds a hare, which clouded eyes and seeping blood make it clear it’s no longer breathing, and yet it is still being lovingly held and treated with kindness and respect. The fact that it has passed on is not of death’s fault and yet is now the responsibility that death must carry. Also, both are in a very specific position physically, Life - in a grassy marshlands that seems to be overgrown, and Death - in a more darkened and dulled over moss. Neither have any details in the body apart from human-like limbs and the beginning of a head, but for the most part is just the image of what personification could do to a concept. Ah, beautiful, ain’t it?

my personal thoughts on this piece is overall that I’m so proud of myself for doing this and hope you enjoy it! I did my best at incorporating different styles and techniques alongside a million brushes. I also utilised layers, ain’t that great!? Right. I do apologise though for the limited amount of space I had to draw both figures in so it seems a bit smushed together, but in truth, I also made the conscious decision of drawing you on the left, due to the psychology of things being read and seen by the masses from left to right, so even when someone scrolls by, the first conscious sight that their mind sees is you, or well, your representation.

And hey, I just wanted you to pay some attention to a few specifics: