#Invi draws

[enemylasanga]

[spearxwind]

I need to be cringe on main really quick bc i keep thinking about this,

Basically in CD there are regular pet names, mostly for language + scripting ease on my end, but there's also non standard pet names (I'll make up a few more eventually) and one of them is "winter". In CD is basically the downtime after the hunting and storm season and can mean safety, though it can still be a really harsh in some areas so it's considered a niche name to use

And for reasons that escape me currently, Hades is really bad with using most pet names, so that's the one he defaults to using for Talas and it makes me go (wailing emoji) thinking about it

[albino-parakeet]

Wish there was a mask like Ira’s from Kingdom Hearts in Sky COTL.

like come on. I’m kind of surprised there isn’t a mask based on the unicorn already.

[norameld]

Meanwhile, At The Ketchum Residence, Mimey And Wobbuffet Hatch A Scheme... Full Size Image Here! Previous | Next

While the Trainers are away, the Mons will play! I think Wobbuffet has had a bit of a bad influence on poor innocent(?) Mr. Mime. This was inspired again by @yamujiburo 's wonderful comic series, specifically this recent ask that included new headcannons, where Mimey and Wobbuffet are besties. The idea to have them attempt a heist while their trainers were away on vacation seemed too funny not to draw. (I also know that Mimey's invis-walls probably don't require any effort to stop things, but it's way funnier this way so) Thank you again, as always, for the wonderful art and basically creating a ship from whole-cloth and sailing it into widespread acclaim lol

[share-the-skye]

wait i just had a gigabrained idea. the foretellers NEED new outfits if they’re gonna be major antagonists going forward. i mean i like the robes but they’re just not practical for all the stuff these guys are about to get into in the modern era/in quadratum. they should all keep their animal masks but they need new drip. it would help more people stay interested in them

[ac120]

recently revised their designs, made reference to old drawings.

[tsp-invisible-narrator]

Hm, what could I draw? I have a few ideas for small sketchy comics but I'm not sure if they're interesting. 🤔

Stuff like:

Invis thinks that he's way too uncreative to be a Narrator but Sky (aka the former Narrator of the story) proves him otherwise

Finnley (aka coworker 432) appears and annoys Invis again, forcing him to use his Narrator powers

Invis refuses to narrate, goes back to his old job (being the story's former Stanley) but his creativity (and thus his powers) is too difficult to control

What do you think?

[dearembraced]

KHOC WEEK DAY 7 - FUTURE - @khoc-week

Managed to draw what I wanted for this day !!! I am really pleased with how it turned out. I also wanted to write a fic to go along with it but that would take me MUCH longer to complete and I really wanted to stay on schedule.

So!!! The future of the firsts.

I should start by saying that Kairi plays a big role in saving the firsts. Her light is what broke them out of their blinded states and reverted them back from their monstrous forms to their human forms. As such, they all feel the most safe and comfortable around her and tend to stick by her during their recovery (no matter how much Kage and Saorise would deny it). Cecil has an especially hard recovery because of the fact that they were awake for the entire time - and yet they're scared to fall asleep. But with Kairi near them, they don't feel as scared to fall asleep and are able to sleep soundly and explore the dream realm while doing so.

Kage is honestly at a loss with what to do with himself after being saved. Without Ira, without the union, he feels as if he has no purpose. Saorise doesn't mind not having the foretellers around, but she does feel as if something is missing and she can't seem to accept the fact that she misses Invi - she also likely misses the amount of admirers she had within her union but that's neither here nor there.

Once they've recovered enough, Cecil is able to tell the other firsts that they saw the foretellers and luxu meet within the keyblade graveyard - they were distant and so they couldn't hear what was being said - but they definitely saw them. So once they've all fully recovered they set out in search for their foretellers to finally get some answers. But when they feel as if their sins are creeping up on them again, or are feeling too defeated, they return to Kairi's side and her light gives them hope and safety once more.

[funky-fox-fics]

Prompt: golden apple

please note that this story takes place in my pc/bs au, so you might not understand this if you haven't read that yet!

See, the thing about effects--status or not--is this: unless they're vanilla, a binary can undo them.

Of course not alone; a binary's only as strong as a normal player alone. But with both halves joined, well. There's something about that intimate chemistry, that ability to poke through another player's mind like it was your own, that allows you to slowly and carefully untangle a non-vanilla status effect from your binary's mind.

And of course it's sensitive, finicky, easily messed up or even amplified on accident. While there's been a few posts on the binary subreddit about it, well, most binaries don't use the subreddit.

If there's anything that would make a binary "dangerous", it would be that.

But, see, the thing is that's only non-vanilla. The Universe is looser about non-vanilla things, after all--non-vanilla deaths are far more likely to permanently kill you than vanilla deaths, non-vanilla mob hybrids are at higher risk of glitches and early perma-deaths due to the Universe not viewing them as valid as vanilla mob hybrids--but vanilla effects it's pretty strict on.

(They'd tried it, once, back on their old Naked and Scared worlds. Skizz had gotten a nasty wither scar, and, well. To say it was a painful experience would be a massive understatement. There had been something like a wall of wither, keeping the effect active, something Impulse couldn't untangle or pick at until it unravelled like a love potion or an amnesia potion.)

(It had felt like dying of wither himself.)

But anyways. The thing about vanilla effects is this; it's like you're feeling them through the bond. It's why Impulse and Skizz don't take fire res, water breathing, or other similar potions without at least warning the other binary first. Because if two binaries are bridging through the Nether, and one accidentally takes a fire res potion and shares the sensation through the bond, well...

But the thing about right now is this: he's pressed against the Nether brick wall, five--wait, no, six skeletons leering down at him, and if he doesn't eat the gapple in his inventory, he's not going to survive this.

Binary bonds are a little... staticky across dimensions. Like being sedated, a little--distant thoughts, foggy awareness, dulled shared emotions. But still, Impulse shouts out into the bond: Skizz, I'm gonna take a gapple, okay?

For a moment there's silence from the other side. The skellies come closer, eyes bright with soulflame. Their swords shine in the firelight of the Nether. He doesn't know where his spawn is; if he dies here, he's probably not gonna find his stuff again soon. Maybe at all.

Skizz? he calls out again, drawing his sword. If he knocks one back, the others are going to absolutely swarm him.

He should probably just eat the apple. Unless Skizz is, like, trying to defend his own base, well, there's worse potions to suddenly feel through a binary bond.

He takes out the apple.

One last time, he calls, Skizz! Skizz I'm gonna eat the apple! You good with that?

Eat it! Skizz suddenly shouts, his voice strained and quiet but very much audible. I'm fine, dude, but you can eat it!

Impulse pulses over a flash of gratitude and wolfs down the apple.

See, the thing about golden apples are this: the effects it promises are absorption and regen. The thing about those two effects is this: that absorption feels like a brightening, like a light turning on in a dusty room, like an idea you've finally grasped; that regen feels like a soft blooming warmth in your chest, like acceptance, like an easy exhale.

The thing about golden apples themselves is: they do not advertise the fact that they taste like victory.

The thing about that is this: Impulse bites into the apple and it's not just his own victories he tastes. He tastes the time Skizz killed Cleo and Jimmy in Third Life; he tastes the moment Skizz got invited to Hermitcraft. And he tastes the finishing of the witch farm all the way back in Season Three, and he tastes nearly winning Limited Life.

Quietly, the victories whisper in his ear, reminding him of how he's won, how much he's won, how well he's won. That sort of Skizz-like confidence fills him to brimming, warm and bright and absolutely self-assured.

He's going to come out of this alive.

He knows it.

He lifts the sword and stabs one of the skeletons, and then he charges forward into battle.

[fellominaarcher]

GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

9. Taking Risks❗

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A few days before the 7th month

Both the show's filming and the award ceremony's preparation are proceeding smoothly.

Stomps of feet on the floor could be heard in the practise dance area as the music filled the room's walls. Daydream members stopped dancing and the music faded.

Y/N stopped dancing and she walked to the couch to grab her phone. She unlocked her phone to check the same text that she didn't reply.

Y/N sighed as she looked at her phone and continued to aimlessly stare at it. She felt let down by herself. She didn't mean to ignore the girl, but after the bra-pulling, she doesn't know how to talk to Jimin.

The poor girl was embarrassed. She laid on the floor and began typing something on her phone.

Her thumb was ready to press send when she abruptly paused. She was hesitant to reply to the girl's text and felt genuinely guilty for leaving her on read. She hadn't intended to do it.

When she sent the text, Y/N exhaled after taking a long breath. She tossed her phone back on the couch and ran away from it because she couldn't stand to see Karina's response.

The girl hurried over to the computer table, played a random song from her band, and started to dance. She was unaware that Karina had responded to her texts.

A bundle of replies from Karina and at the last text she confessed her longing for Y/N.

Y/N briefly closed her eyes and took a deep breath before hearing her phone's notifications strike her ears.

She quickly ran back to her phone and grabbed it. The girl swiped up to view all of Karina's delivered texts.

As soon as their chat room appeared, a broad smile spread across her face. She responded to the older girl while sitting on the couch.

She kept the broad grin on her face as she responded one by one to Karina's texts.

Dajeong stopped by Y/N and she scowled at the girl, "Tsk tsk love sick!" she muttered under her breath.

She gave the girl the ugliest glare ever while sipping her iced coffee. Dajeong pointed out their member to Yurim, "Look at that moron."

Yurim agreed, nodding. Yurim suggested devilishly, "True true, must be great to taunt her about that" the young member of DayDream sneered.

The award ceremony is drawing nigh. Due to the practise for Aespa's impending concert, Karina had a long day. When the girls returned to their dorm rooms, they were all exhausted and quickly fell asleep. Beginning in the morning, they began practising. It takes a lot of planning.

Jimin began to whimper in her sleep when she was otherwise sound asleep. She jerked off the bed and awoke with wide eyes and a laboured breathing.

When Jimin realised what she had dreamed about, she gasped loudly and covered her mouth with her palm. The stunning woman jumped out of bed immediately and ran to Aeri's room.

She loudly yelled for Aeri as she banged on the door, acting as though it were an emergency. "Aeri! Aeri!"

Aeri opened the door as her sleepy face and messy hair appeared in front of her leader.

"Ohh why why?!" she asked in frustration.

Aeri was startled awake and her eyes were wide as Jimin murmured something into her ears. Her turn to gasp loudly. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!" she almost yelled it out.

Jimin shushed the girl and Minjeong immediately woke up to their noise. "What's happening?" She asked in a groggy voice.

Jimin walked over to her. "My daughter, nothing is happening," she assured the puppy like girl. She flicked on Minjeong's forehead and Minjeong immediately fell back to sleep like there was no tomorrow.

Jimin dragged Aeri slowly out of the room as Minjeong was snoring peacefully. She closed the door behind her, "It was real I had a dream about it!" she yelled-whispered.

Aeri held her head in her hands. "Oh my gosh- you're crazy!" she said.

Jimin whined helplessly. "What am I supposed to do?!" she asked while she shook Aeri's body.

Award show, 7th month

A number of solo artists and many idol groups were invited to the award ceremony. The show had just begun.

The ceremony was attended by several artists, including IVE, NewJeans, Enhypen, DayDream, Aespa, NCT, Stray Kids, and many more. Aespa will now walk the red carpet, pose for photos, and get ready for an interview.

"Right now, we are live with Aespa and I'll interview them right away" to the camera, the interviewer spoke.

The mic was passed around. "NingNing, is there any spoiler for Aespa's upcoming stage?" the interviewer asked her.

"Eye catching?" Ningning replied with an unsure smile.

She chuckled as the interviewer lady chuckled too. They passed the mic to Karina as the fans cheered at the sight of the visual dancer.

"Karina, how's your relationship with Jang Y/N of DayDream?" the interviewer lady asked.

Karina paused for a moment and the crowd ushered her to answer the question.

She hummed before saying it, "We're doing just fine as usual, we're really close friends right now," she answered. After giving her own response to the query, Karina nodded.

Inside the award ceremony

Aespa and DayDream were seated together at one table. The two groups had fun and talk around as usual. The next table had IVE and Le Sserafim seated together. With the DayDream members, Ningning and Winter were having fun.

A receipt was crumpled and rolled about like a ball. The paper ball was flung by Ningning in Dajeong's direction. The camera focused on the girls at the table as they all laughed at that.

While all the girls were watching a soloist's performance, Y/N leaned closer to Jimin's side. "You look really beautiful tonight," Y/N complimented, whispered into Yoo Jimin's ear.

The Aespa leader heard this and was surprised that the younger girl would say that.

Y/N turned a bit in her seat to face the girl and gave her a charming grin. Y/N looked at Jimin in the eyes. "You're really gorgeous tonight," she complimented the goddess again.

The comments from the younger girl seated next to Jimin caused her eyes to soften. She wasn't the kind of girl to blush easily, but if she ever did, Y/N would probably be the cause.

Y/N smiled once more at Jimin and she reciprocated the smile.

A few minutes later, a staff member informed them that Daydream and Aespa will soon be taking the stage. They were asked to go to their respective designated rooms to get ready. They all nodded and complied as the girls got up to walk to the said place.

Daydream rose first, then Aespa, coming up behind. The rest of Aespa members walked in their room to change their outfits.

Karina entered the room late as she got caught up with an idol friend. She noticed Y/N and Isa from StayC were speaking outside of the room. She gave Y/N a lovely smile.

The same can be said for Y/N, who both started laughing. Karina stood by the door as she watched the two idols before her.

Her pencil-drawn brows were furrowed, and her eyes were slightly squinted. She was mildly irritated by how close they seem to be. She made a quick, thoughtless move to approach them.

Their ears were overwhelmed with the sound of her heels tapping the floor loudly. It goes without saying that her steps were irate. Isa and Y/N were startled and turned around to see who was approaching them.

Y/N was surprised to see it was her virtual wife and Karina stood next to Y/N once she got there. "I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to talk to Y/N for a while," Karina apologized and made a small bow.

When Isa noticed Karina's subdued expression, she grinned broadly and bowed as well. She assured the older idol, "No, no it's alright, I understand!" still smiling.

"I'm really sorry," Karina apologized once again, she truly felt bad.

Isa made a hand gesture to indicate that everything was alright. Before leaving, Y/N bowed to Isa, and the StayC main dancer gave her a positive thumbs-up and a cheery smile.

It turned out that Y/N and Isa had been talking about We Got Married, and Isa had mentioned how much she adore the couple. The StayC member praised how well the couple looked together. Jimin bowed as well, holding Y/N by the wrist and leading the way to the restroom.

When they entered the bathroom, Jimin let Y/N go, and the younger idol leaned against the wall. Jimin let Y/N go and Jimin was adjusting her appearance at the sink. She was standing with her arms crossed and looking at Jimin as she, who ran a hand through her hair.

After a little pause during which they remained silent, Jimin finished adjusting her outfit and turned away from the mirror. She focused on Y/N's eyes, "So how do I look?" the visual leader asked Y/N.

As she was looking down at Jimin, Y/N arched an eyebrow and once more was enamoured by her beauty.

Yoo Jimin was truly crazy beautiful.

The younger girl didn't answer the question but keep staring at Jimin. Her mouth was slightly agape and the look in her eyes was soft. It was known that she was admiring Yoo Jimin.

"Yah, I was asking you." She was startled out of her reverie when Jimin reminded her.

To clear her mind, she gave her head a small shake, "Yeah?" she asked.

"How do I look?" she asked again.

She looked at Jimin's face, "You're definitely my mom's in law." she mumbled. She focused on Jimin's face, slowly tracing her eyes, nose, and rosy lips with her gaze.

Her eyes remained fixed on her lips as thousands of unfathomable thoughts briefly crossed her mind. Jimin heard Y/N's response even though she had not intended for some reason.

"What-" She simply responded, astonished. She was taken aback when Y/N referred her as her mother's in daughter-in-law.

They had no idea how loud that thinking actually was. She was unable to control her feelings there. Y/N were confused as well, "What?!" the girl asked loudly.

Jimin exhaled and then slowly opened her eyes after briefly closing them. They're face to face right now. Jimin got closer to the younger girl. "I'm sorry" Jimin apologized.

Y/N arched a brow. "Yes? Why?" she asked the girl as she uncrossed her arms.

Jimin exhaled again. "I'm sorry that I interrupted your talk with Chaeyoung back there," she explained, referring to Isa StayC as it was clear that the girl was a little jealous.

"It wasn't right for me to do that and you two might be friends," she explained her intentions for apology. She gave the girl a tight lipped smile and shifted her gaze to somewhere else while she waited for the reply.

Y/N sneered as she thought Jimin was cute with this, "It's okay," she assured.

"Thank you for apologizing," she looked into her eyes. The gesture made Jimin's heart skip a beat, it was fastened.

Deep inside, she blushed as her heart was beating slightly fast. She was wordless for a moment. She nodded with a hum and gave the younger idol an assuring smile.

Y/N returned the smile. "Come on, we got performances to do," Y/N reminded her as she walked over to the door.

She held the door open. "After you," she told Jimin.

After Aespa's performance

One hour had passed since Aespa's performance, the girls cooled down and went back to their table. The girls changed back to their previous dresses as there will be an after party. No worries, as the dresses were prepared nicely and were steamed also cleaned by sanitation.

But now it's Daydream's turn to perform, the hall turned dark and the group appeared slowly on the stage. Jimin was strongly focused on her wife's performances.

DayDream had a suit concept for their performance.

All of the fans must be ready for their cameras to record Karina's reaction to the performance. Simply, because fans ship them together and was ready to make an edit out of it. Or the fans will record any other idols' reaction to ship them.

DayDream already started the first song and Jimin was smiling widely at Y/N's killing part.

There were hearts in her eyes when her wife's appeared on the big screen. She bobbed her head to the music also danced a little to it.

Jimin even sang to the songs. She was so supportive and was really happy at the appearance of her 'wife' especially.

The morning after the night she had the dream, she immediately searched for a Y/N x female reader on the internet. She spent almost the whole day, dedicating herself to read some fanfiction about Jang Y/N.

That kind of Y/N fanfiction especially.

There was a sudden obsession for Jang Y/N, her co-star for WGM. She couldn't stop herself and wished to dream the same kind of dream.

The award ceremony had ended. Some idols had to leave early and wasn't allowed to go to the after party. As some of them were underaged.

Aespa and DayDream being one of the lucky idol groups that able to attend the after party. Ningning was excited as alcohol was involved in the party.

During the after party, Karina drank some cocktails and mojitos, the same goes for Y/N. Again, Aespa was sitting together with some Daydream members and there were some Itzy members were drinking together with them.

Also Le Sserafim.

It was not known but Karina was so focused on Y/N tonight, she was being extra touchy. Her hand carresed Y/N's thigh once in a while and sometimes she'd held the girl's arm.

She was attracted to her especially how Y/N was still dressed in her performance suit. It was to the point she'd follow Y/N to anywhere she was, they even talked to some Enhypen members.

Jimin dipped down the small cup of whiskey handed to her and Y/N was just sipping her champagne.

Yunjin noticed that Jimin would sometimes gripped Y/N's thigh.

The idol told Y/N to come closer, "I think you should let her drink some plain water, you know," Yunjin whispered, smiling a little.

Y/N nodded. "Don't worry, she's a good drinker," she assured the main vocalist in English. Yunjin nodded at her assurance with a friendly smile as she continued talking to Sakura.

After a few seconds, Y/N leaned to Jimin's side and asked her, "Are you okay?" Jimin sipped another drink and she nodded groggily while looking at Y/N.

The beauty leaned in close to Y/N, "Let's go home, our home you know," Jimin proposed. Y/N heard this and understood which home she was referring to. The two got up from their table.

Respectfully, telling everyone they'd be leaving for now and tell them they'd see each other next time.

Jimin informed her fellow girls that she'd not be at home tonight and Aeri comforted her leader. Aeri told Jimin that she'd deal with the girls later and assured the leader everything will be alright.

"She's gonna get laid." Aeri stated to herself while smirking to herself and feeling all giggly for her dear leader.

At their WGM apartment

Earlier before they arrived, Y/N called the director of WGM to instruct them to remove some cameras. To turn off the cameras in the house and threatened that she'd sue them if they don't follow her order.

Mr Director agreed to this and had some people to take away the cameras also to turn them off.

Y/N closed the door to their apartment, locked it and hung the key on the wall. She took off her shoes and placed Jimin's heel aside.

The sexual tension between them was strong and tempting. So attempting that Y/N would kiss Jimin's pretty lips and undress her right away. In the car, Jimin was so touchy with the girl and she was bolder this time.

The older girl experienced the same thing; throughout the entire evening, Jimin couldn't help but touch Y/N's waist, hands, shoulder and caressed her thigh. Since the night she had a wet dream about Y/N, the girl never left her mind.

She couldn't stop thinking about it the following morning, and she even had fantasies about having sex with Y/N. Jimin made an effort to suppress the thought but gave up and searched for that kind of Y/N's fanfictions online.

Who knows that Jimin would act in such a way solely out of desire?

Y/N proposed that they spend some time alone tonight because she was feeling somewhat worn out from the crew's presence.

They both were touch buzzed and slightly intoxicated from the alcohol.

After parties for award ceremonies can be wild and crazy. It's good that them both were sober enough to function normally.

The pair indulged in a few drinks, and Jimin in particular felt a touch warm inside, which isn't helpful at all given the dream.

After settling in, Y/N entered the room first, leaving the door slightly ajar so that Jimin might follow shortly after. Y/N was responding to some of the texts as she sat on the bed with her eyes fixed to her phones.

Jimin set her belongings on the vanity, took her jewellery off, and unclipped her earrings. As Y/N prepared for her midnight shower, she put on a music on her Spotify at a low volume to fill the empty space.

Jimin rested her hands on the vanity while gazing into the mirror and watching Y/N as she loosened her ties and set her phone down on the nightstand. She can't lie to herself that Y/N was looking way too tempting right now, seducing Jimin without Y/N herself knowing.

In Jimin's head, the girl was looking extra attractive tonight, so fucking tempting. She sighed and got up from the vanity chair before approaching her.

Jimin said, loud enough for the girl to hear, "I'm very sorry."

When she heard that, Y/N turned, but she didn't say anything and just stared at the older girl. She gave Y/N a quick kiss by cupping her face and their bodies still had some gaps in between.

Y/N was still holding on to her tie as Jimin went in for another kiss. Y/N was taken aback by the quick action but her gaze soon found the kiss. She embraced it and gave into the kiss.

All of Jimin's neediness was shown throughout the seductive brushes against Y/N's bottom lips. She felt joy blooming inside her chest when she licked the girl's bottom lips.

Their kiss broke off. "Good that you dismissed the shitty crew." she whispered to her in a deep voice.

Jimin's glazed eyes were fixed on Y/N's lips while her face remained so near to hers.

Jimin's voice abruptly changed, taking on a deep, husky, and lustful tone. Breathy as well, indicating an increase in her desire for Y/N.

Jimin swiftly adjusted the manner she was holding Y/N when the girl snaked her hands around her slim waist.

Her arms now were encircling Y/N's neck, she pulled her closer. She kept kissing Y/N, but it was a delicate kiss, what does that mean?

With her hands around Jimin's waist, Y/N suddenly had a nasty vision of what she would do to Jimin at this very moment.

Jimin's body, which the God sculpted by hand and Y/N being the lucky asshole got to touch it intimately.

God certainly took his time in creating this stunning woman. If she was told to, she'd sacrifice her life for this girl. A woman truly sent from heaven, unlike any other.

Die For You, which was playing on shuffle on her Spotify, was another song by The Weeknd.

Jimin was drawn in closer by the waist as Y/N's left hand pulled her and her fingers lightly touched her abdomen. Her hands were circling Jimin's body, subtly suggesting that she take the dress off.

"This dress, you look better without it." as her lips lingered on the goddess' neck, she mumbled. Jimin's eyes closed, and she tilted her head to allow Y/N access to her neck. A soft sigh emerged from her mouth.

Jimin squirmed a little as Y/N started to hungrily kiss her neck; their bodies were pressed together as Y/N's naughty hands looked for the dress' zip. The older girl let out a sigh of pleasure and kept her eyes closed as she allowed the younger girl to lick her neck.

Y/N pulled the zip down, "Take off whatever you're wearing." Jimin commanded Y/N.

The kiss ended as Y/N threw off her blazer and undid a few of the buttons; Jimin became crazy at the sight of it.

She gently pushed Y/N onto the bed as her dress fell off, revealing her bra and black safety pants. Y/N pulled Jimin closer by her arm as she undid her safety pants and only then did Jimin appear before the girl wearing a flawless pair of dark red lingerie.

Red wine specifically.

A goddess serving herself and the touch she is about to win is something that Y/N would die for right now. Since her relationship with her 'wife' has been difficult, this is the perfect time for her to get to know the goddess better.

What's a marriage without a night of getting intimate?

Jimin sat on Y/N's lap and kissed her all over again but this kiss seems so much more passionate.

As Jimin set the tempo tonight, the kiss became more sloppy and lusty. Y/N gently backed away as she dressed, standing up to remove her clothing.

The woman stepped aside to sit on the bed and leaned slightly within it, using her arms to support her weight. Jimin was gazing lustfully at Y/N as she undressed while staring at her with an interested pair of eyes.

Y/N pushed Jimin's down in the bed and now Jimin felt more aroused. Y/N was hovering her and she grinded over Y/N in access for pleasure, so in need to feel something.

A validation from Y/N.

Her hands, her body, the rough kisses, her touch, just Y/N. "Is this your first time?" Jimin asked, their faces were so close.

Y/N nodded looking into her eyes, gazing down to Jimin's swollen lips. "What about you?" asked Y/N.

Jimin was caressing Y/N's face, "My very first time, even kissing like this," she answered, her voice was deep.

Upon hearing that, Y/N planted a quick lusty kiss on Jimin's neck. The older girl sighed quietly at the touch. Y/N's naughty fingers slowly ran around Jimin's body and she grabbed her right thigh hard.

She was in between Jimin's legs, what a very lucky woman Y/N is tonight. "Not even by yourself?" Y/N asked her with a cute smile.

Jimin shook her head, "Honestly, no." she giggled adorably.

Y/N chuckled too at her answer while smiling so softly and purely. Even in a poorly lighted room, Y/N's soft eyes were still visible to Jimin.

"Sit up." Y/N whispered into her ear and the two did so.

As soon as they sat up in the bed while still being tangled with each other, Y/N went down on her chest. She roughly kissed the top of it and unbuckled Jimin's bra, slowly taking them off her body.

Y/N was so in need of the girl's smooth skin and she kept on sucking on the skin of her breast. Making sure to leave some marks on it. Jimin's fingers were tangled in Y/N's hair and subtly pulling it at every touch committed by Y/N.

While Y/N's fingers are massaging Jimin's side of torso, she did it so seductively.

Their bedroom was filled with sinful noises, soft moans or low humming from Jimin and some moans elicited by Y/N.

Y/N popped Jimin's left nipple into her mouth while her right hand fiddled with the other nipple and her left hand toyed with Jimin's panties band.

[lazy-cat13]

Day one: introduction

Finally did my Oc for @khoc-week !

Never got to colour it in but I'll try explaining!

This is Ash!

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: gray-romantic, asexual

They're from daybreak town.

Union: anguis

Keyblade: sleeping lion

Their jacket is black, with a red crop top beneath it, their pants are green,and the boots are brown with a gold accent, and the headphones are black and red.

Friendships: they hang out with Brain at a cafe and talk about books and what's going on with daybreak town (pre war), chirithy, and has had a few conversations with master Invi.

They ran away from home at a young age, so they like calling chirithy their family!

Personality: inquisite but also laid back, loves drawing, reading, and listening to music

They also have excellent hearing, so they tend to eavesdrop, and noticed something was off pretty early.

Hopefully this isn't as bad as I think it is

Also they love croissants and sometimes steals brains when he's not looking lol

[sweetie-peaches]

I like the idea of the invis mafia covering their entire bodies with armor + invis, like

This (picture I got from Google)

And getting to add little things to their armor (more specifically their helmet) for personalization..I think it’s cool ((this is just an excuse for me not to draw invis players))

[cyber-newtype]

i hate when they draw bunnysuits without the invis bra straps like yeah you can do it but it means you need to have boning channels that go all the way up to the tip of the cups and thats just not something that most people want to deal with and even if it was youd have to bend the bones into a cupped shape at the top anyway otherwise they wouldnt have the iconic shape

[the-toxinz-arcade]

inviane set 1

gender bundle 4/31 -- inviane set 1/2

invic!ranbooedit3dsmile ..! (invi-c-ranboo-edit-3d-smile) 

an inviane identity related to the above edit of a 3D c!Ranboo. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranboopinkglow ..! (invi-c-ranboo-pink-glow) 

an inviane identity related to the above drawing of c!Ranboo with glowing pink eyes. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranboosillyheadshot ..! (invi-c-ranboo-silly-headshot) 

an inviane identity related to the below drawing of c!Ranboo. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranboosketchpage99pj ..! (invi-c-ranboo-sketch-page-99-p-j) 

an inviane identity related to the above sketches of c!Ranboo, by @/99percentjae on tumblr. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranbooskrunklysit ..! (invi-c-ranboo-skrunkly-sit) 

an inviane identity related to the above drawing of c!Ranboo just being a silly little guy look at him ₊˚⊹

invic!ranboospiralstare ..! (invi-c-ranboo-spiral-stare) 

an inviane identity related to the above drawing of c!Ranboo staring at the viewer in front of a spiral. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranboostaresatyou ..! (invi-c-ranboo-stares-at-you) 

an inviane identity related to the above drawing of c!Ranboo staring into your soul. ₊˚⊹

invic!ranbootweaking ..! (invi-c-ranboo-tweaking) 

an inviane identity related to the above drawing of c!Ranboo having a KDVJBFVKNFVKKSNCSBVJSKVJVCJAVDLCKI moment (he’s so relatable) ₊˚⊹

[memorystormsanctuary]

KhOc Week 2024

Day 2~ Past

Back again for day 2 of @khoc-week , Past.

Before coming to Daybreak Town Annora really doesn’t have much of a past. There was nothing particularly special about her life prior to being chosen by the keyblade. The only thing that she really had was her best friend, a girl named Lyra. So Annora’s real past is found in Daybreak Town, during the time of Unions and upcoming war. And in her fight against that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“They say there’s going to be a war.”

Annora frowned, not looking up from the ground as she carefully balanced on the railing of the path. Beneath her was one of the many channels and waterways of Daybreak Town. Before coming to the town she had never seen so much water. Their home had been something of a dry scrub land. She liked the stark contrast this new world offered.

“Yeah, Master Ira has made that pretty clear to us,” Annora agreed. She carefully kept moving forward her arms spread out beside her as she swayed from side to side. “Is Master Invi talking about it a lot?”

“No,” Lyra answered, her voice quiet. Annora risked a glance over, her frown deepening as she saw the way Lyra had pulled her arms close to her chest. She was looking at the ground rather than watching Annora the way she would usually. It made it hard to see her face, though Annora suspected she wouldn’t like whatever it was she saw. “Everyone else is though.”

Annora nodded her head, turning her attention away from Lyra once again. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t heard it, all the whispers throughout town about the ‘traitor’ and a war that would turn all wielders on one another. The whispers even dared to say no one would survive the war. Not even the foretellers who only became more and more reserved by the day.

“I don’t think it’s going to happen,” Annora said. She glanced at Lyra ash the other girl looked at her. Annora was right. Lyra had dark bags under her eyes and her face was pale and gaunt. She looked terrible.

“You don’t?” Lyra asked, her head titling to the side. Annora flashed a bright smile.

“Of course not,” Annora said. She jumped down from the railing, landing in front of Lyra with a thud before falling into step beside her. She crossed her arms behind her head, looking up at the pink and blue sky of never ending daybreak. “Just think about it, no one wants this war to happen. Everyone is trying so hard to stop it. So what, because there’s a stupid book that claims to know the future we’re all going to forget about that?”

“They say the book is from the Master of the Foretellers,” Lyra said softly. “Wouldn’t he have to be so powerful?”

“Sure, but I don’t think you can predict the future,” Annora said. She smiled at Lyra brightly for a moment before looking away again. “We all are so different, and unique. People are impulsive and don’t always make decisions that make sense.”

“You would know all about that,” Lyra interrupted. Annora wrinkled her nose at Lyra, bumping her with her hip as they continued walking.

“Not the point,” Annora said. “The point is, we can’t even predict what we’re going to do. How can we predict what other people are going to do. The book is a hoax.”

Annora nodded to reinforce her words. Her gaze turned once again to the town. It was filled with life, even as it was drawing closer to night. Wielders with their Chirithy’s and party members chattered and milled around. There were bright smiles and laughs. So many continuing to exist without a care in the world. If they all thought the same about the war, there was no need for it happen. And when it never came the book would be forgotten, just a relic of ancient times.

“You really think so?” Lyra asked.

“I know it,” Annora said firmly. “We change the future every day. Something as stagnant as that book could never hope to keep up.”

“I hope you’re right, Nori,” Lyra said. She was smiling now, a soft smile that made her face soften. She didn’t look so gaunt now.

“I’m always right,” Annora said firmly. “It’s all going to be ok. One way or another.”

[didgeriduwu]

Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout's Mother (Team Fortress 2), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Character, Tokophobia Warning, Pregnancy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, (i guess it depends on your definition), Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), oh god just communicate you fucks, Established Relationship, Situationship?, Spy is Scout's Parent (Team Fortress 2), no beta I have no friends, Medic is a cunt i love him, Scout's Ma is the best, Discussion of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, almost forgot that one

Summary: Sniper and Scout's relationship is in limbo, and neither seems to know if or how to fix it. Unexpected news finally forces a change, but whether it'll be for better or for worse is anyone's guess.

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Mick met the dawn smoking a cigarette on the back steps of RED base.

He’d gone after Jeremy, of course, once his legs had started working again. To what end exactly, he didn’t know. Didn’t even question. His brain had packed it in some time after Jeremy had left and Mick had just started walking in the cold night air. Instinct drove his steps, drawing him toward the place where he’d feel most safe, where he could find comfort. And so, each stride brought him closer to Jeremy.

But then he’d stepped foot on the back porch and something cruel and visceral had ripped through him. He was there again, at that house on Adelaide Street, stepping onto the veranda and noticing for the first time that something was wrong. A part of him had known, back then, what he’d find when he walked through that familiar door. He knew well the stench of rotting bodies, and he recognised the black clouds of blowflies hanging in the air.

This time, Mick didn’t go in. Couldn’t go in. He knew – rationally he knew – that he wouldn’t find his dead parents in the RED base’s back corridor. They were thousands of miles away, laying where he’d buried them. Mick knew this, he did.

But caught somewhere unsteady between his fight and flight response, Mick wavered. His hands shook. In fact, all of him shook. He felt like his body might crumble under the weight of the New Mexico night breeze. Mick’s brain was skipping like a record; garbled thoughts died before they could fully manifest. All that made it through the noise were two words, echoing ad infinitum: not again.

Not again.

Not again.

He stopped on that front step, and that was where he stayed.

By the time Mick heard the familiar sound of an Invis Watch decloaking, he was more or less fully recovered. He didn’t ask how long Spy had been there, sitting on that step beside him on a bloody hanky of all things to protect his precious suit. He didn’t say anything.

“I suppose it’s true that children marry their parents.” Spy said around a soon-to-be-lit cigarette. “I had hoped at least that Jeremy would have the sense to choose someone more like his mother.”

“I don’t like what you’re insinuatin’, snake,” Mick growled. It sounded more pathetic than fierce, like a wounded kitten. “You n’ I are nothin’ alike, and Je- Scout n’ I aren’t married. Never will be.”

“Où est un fusil de chasse quand on en a besoin?.” [Where's a shotgun when you need one?]

“Wot?”

Spy just sighed, “I want you to look at something.” He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a cigarette case. It wasn’t the one that housed his spy kit; this one was silver and engraved with swirling feather-like patterns that glinted even in the dim light. Spy flicked it open, revealing a stack of photographs on one side and a few expensive looking cigarettes on the other. He slipped out the photographs and handed them to Mick. “These stay between us, oui?”

Mick mumbled an agreement, studying the first photograph. It was of a woman, dark-haired and pretty with an upturned nose. Her hands rested lovingly over her pregnant belly, grinning widely at the camera. Mick had seen her image before, framed and placed at Jeremy’s bedside, but even if he hadn’t, he would have recognised her from that smile. Her son had an almost identical one, and Mick knew it well. “She looks like Jeremy,” He murmured, before chuckling just a little. “Or I s’pose Jeremy looks like her.”

Spy only hummed impatiently, hands outstretched as if waiting to snatch back his secrets. The man clearly did not enjoy being so exposed, and Mick would be lying if he said he didn’t want to savor that discomfort just a smidge. There was a part of him that was impressed, though, especially when he saw the next photo.

Mick knew Spy was Jeremy’s father – how could he not? – but he’d never expected the Frenchman would admit to it, even indirectly. And yet here Mick was, staring at a foxed and care-worn photograph of Spy standing proudly beside his lover, with their infant child in his arms.

A photograph where Spy was maskless. Mick studied his face, puzzling out the little bits of Jeremy he could see in width of Spy’s nose and the shape of his brow. And the ears. Jeremy had definitely inherited Spy’s ears.

“Don’t look so surprised, Bushman. There is still a face under this mask.” Spy stubbed out the butt end of his cigarette and took out another. “Quite a handsome one, I might add.”

Mick snorted, eyes still on the picture. He turned it over and was rewarded with a year (’46) and a line of text, written in a small, neat hand.

Jean, Gracie et…

The last name was crossed out, and beneath it had been written: Jérémy.

Mick moved on to the next photograph, and the next. Images of Jeremy as an infant, then a toddler, being held by his mother or aloft precariously between seven boys. Jeremy looking furious in the frilliest dress Mick had ever seen. Jeremy a blur on stubby toddler legs. Jeremy holding up a drawing and flashing tiny baby teeth.

And then, abruptly, the images changed. The photos charting the next few decades were candid, taken from afar and sometimes blurry. Jeremy trotting into a school with a backpack almost as big as him, his mother wiping tears from her eyes. Jeremy in a baseball uniform grinning wildly as he reaches home plate. Jeremy behind the wheel of a car, his mother looking panicked in the passenger seat. Jeremy, fist raised, jumping quite literally into a fight.

The final image was familiar. It took a moment, but Mick soon recognised it as the same photo that was taped to the wall of his camper, or a copy of it at least. It was a team photograph, taken right after their first victory on the battlefield all those years ago, and as far as Mick knew they all had a copy. Many of the mercs still sported injuries and torn, bloody clothing, but all faced the camera with pride. In the full photograph, Mick remembered, the father and son had stood to the left, but this copy had been cropped to centre them. Jeremy stood just behind and to the right of Spy, his left hand raised at the elbow with two fingers extended as if to hold an invisible cigarette. His right hand was held at chest height, palm up as if holding an open cigarette case. It was an uncannily accurate impression of Spy, who stood in that exact pose just in front of him, and by the look on Jeremy’s face, he knew it.

Mick had seen the photo countless times, but it was only now with the rest of the noise cut away that he noticed the way Spy’s head was tilted just slightly to the right, eyes on the runner. And was there a hint of fondness there, in that self-satisfied smirk?

For the first time - and somewhat reluctantly - Mick thought about how lonely Spy’s life must be. Mick was private, yes, but Spy took solitude to a whole new level. He lived his life faceless, nameless, and often literally invisible, haunting the halls of RED base like a self-important ghost. What was it like to live like that? Unliked and unloved, keeping pictures of the son you refuse to talk to in the breast pocket of your ludicrously expensive suit. How did it feel to hold the only image of you and your son taken this side of 1960, knowing you had to cut it out of a staff photograph?

It didn’t take long, however, for Mick to remember he didn’t give a fuck.

“Why are ya showing me this, Spook? Do ya want me to feel sorry for ya? Cause I’m not. Ya bloody well deserve it, ya prick.”

“Perhaps,” Spy said, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “But I am not here for me, Bushman. If comfort was what I desired, I’m sure I could find more… refined company from which to extract it. Non. I am here for my son and, if you can believe it, for you as well.”

Mick scoffed. “I doubt that.”

Spy rolled his eyes. “Let me be clear, Bushman,” He spat the moniker with some degree of force. “I do not like you. Nor do I like this affaire de coeur you have been engaged in with my son.”

“Well I’ve got good news for ya, Spook…”

“But - mon dieu! - I am telling you to stay with him.”

It took several moments for Mick to successfully make his mouth work. “Wot?”

“Don’t make me say it again, jar man.” Spy shuddered, which Mick thought was a bit much.

“But why?”

Spy took a drag from his cigarette, then another. Mick had already resolved to repeat his question when the Frenchman finally spoke. “Because, you crétin, you are about to make a terrible mistake – the same one I made thirty years ago - and despite what you might think I am not entirely heartless.” Spy brushed a thumb against his lip, silver curls of smoke still leaking from his cigarette. “I know about the pregnancy.”

“Pregnancy? What the bloody hell are ya talkin’ about?”

“Now is not the time to play the fool, Bushman,” Spy hissed. “You impregnated my son, do not give me any more reason to-”

Mick laughed at that, much to Spy’s fury. ‘Jer is not pregnant, Spook. Where the hell’d ya get that from?”

“Do you really think you can lie to me? I heard your argument last night!”

“I dunno what ya heard, but Jer didn’t say anythin’ about a pregnancy. There’s no way he is, anyway. I don’t even think he can-” Mick’s voice shriveled up and died in his throat.

“Oh merde.” Spy brought the palms of his hands to his forehead. “Il ne sait vraiment pas.” [Oh shit. He really doesn't know].

Mick didn’t hear him; panic had filled his ears with raw noise. His brain flitted from image to image at a blinding speed, barely lingering long enough to send a bolt of terror through him for each one.

Jeremy fleeing the battlefield, hand clasped over his mouth.

Jeremy choosing water over Bonk!.

Jeremy opting to wear looser and looser clothes.

Mick felt ill. He staggered to his feet, hands clasped together beneath his nose as if in prayer. The urge to flee shot down Mick’s legs, and he rocked unsteadily on his heels.

New pictures – daydreams - filtered through, ones he’d fought so hard to quash for so long: a little house in the woods, a home, a life. And now, in the centre of it, a child.

“No…” He whispered to no-one in particular.

Will it have Jeremy’s eyes?

“No!” Mick lurched toward the door. He had to get away. He had to-

A gloved hand gripped his shoulder. “Arrêt- Wait!” Mick halted his flight, but didn’t turn back, so Spy stepped around to face him. “Ils ne te quittent pas! You cannot get away from it!”

Mick made to side-step him, but Spy seized both of his shoulders in a death grip. His eyes were wide and molten, teeth bared in some kind of sneer. “Listen to me, Mundy!” He hissed. “When you leave a child, they don’t leave you. They stay with you. Always.” With that last word, Spy seemed to almost deflate. His hands fell from Mick’s shoulders.

Mick took the opportunity to flee.