#SPEAKING OF TATTOOS

[m3m3shadow]

I spoke of an AU where Yusei ends up in the new future for reasons unknown (aka I'm still trying to think up a proper reasoning) after sacrificing himself to stop the Ark Cradle from falling and the members of Yliaster, who all somehow get their memories back, find him and help him find a way back without fucking up the timeline, but I'm just now getting to my interpretation of the four future bois new lives.

(Text for those who, very understandably, can't read the chicken scratch that is my cursive)

Paradox: Historian & Scientist, also hella good duelist, will ramble about history and science to no end, psychic duelist

Aporia: Lil rebel with heart of gold, Mama's boy and will bite you if you say anything bad about his mama, retains his "done with everyone's shit" moments from Jose

Z-one: Very famous scientist, a bit shy but won't hesitate to hurt a bitch, plays Vylons, sought out his friends for a reunion and bawled like a baby at them also remembering everything

Antinomy (Aka Johnny & Bruno): Got split into twins, Johnny is all about dueling and has NO chill, Bruno prefers repairing duel runners, both have puppy energy

[silverselfshippingchaos]

IT'S G.LADIO'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!

[littelovelunette]

could you maybe do vi x reader, and vi buys an extra large dildo, and surprises reader with it? a little bit of cnc and size kink

So Small And Adorable For Me

Contains smut, size kink, cnc, strap, degradation

"Hey, lovely." Vi appeared behind you and wrapped her arms around you, her pierced nipples rubbed over your back through the thin fabric of her shirt and yours.

"What's up?" You asked as you turned to face her, grinning as the older woman kissed your nose and forehead right after.

"I have a surprise for you." Vi said as she grabbed your waist in a gentle grab, massaging the flesh beneath her hands.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" You asked as you took your apron off, putting it on the counter as you followed Vi out of the kitchen.

"Just... Something I wanna try out." Vi guided you to the bedroom and you saw a huge dildo waiting there on the bed for you. It was huge and transparent with ridges on it too.

"Vi, I think it might be a little too big." You whispered.

"You've taken similar ones before, you'll take this one too." Vi smiled at you ever so sweetly.

That's how you found yourself, hands tied with your ankles as you struggled and struggled. Vi walked into the bedroom, the huge dildo fixed on her harness. "You look perfect." Vi gently held the side of your thigh, dildo against your slit. "And you're so wet." She added.

"Vi, please." You whispered, shaking your head although your pussy betrayed your arousal. The silicone toy's tip pressed against your hole and slowly started sliding in.

It was big, the ridges scraping against your inner tender walls making you gasp and writhe against the ties in pain. "Vi, please, it hurts!" You cried and squirmed.

"Fuck, your cunt is swallowing it with ease though, such a slut." Vi smirked and kissed your clitoris before making all of the dildo stuff inside with one thrust of her hips.

"Ah! Please! Not so deep!" You begged and whined.

Vi didn't stop, starting to slowly pick up pace as her hands came down to knead your breasts with both hands.

Vi didn't stop, your cunt making squelching sounds as she thrusted in and out of your hole.

Wetness seeped out and onto the toy, drenching the sheets too as your toes curled from the immense pleasure.

"Too much..." You whimpered but it wasn't enough to stop Vi from fucking into you.

Vi's movements never relented. "You're moaning so loudly." She commented as she grabbed your face by the jaw and gave you a very sloppy kiss.

"Vi, it hurts..." You complained as Vi left a messy trail of saliva in her wake and whined as your legs trembled.

"You'll take what I give you. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Vi asked, pulling your nipples earning a loud moan.

"Yes, I am..." You whimpered.

Vi pressed her torso against yours as she gave the dildo harder and deeper strokes making it sink in so deep it made your eyes roll back.

"V-Vi..." Your face scrunched up as you came on the dildo making Vi grin. "Seems like you like it big."

"Sh-shut up..."

[konigsblog]

Piercer-König/Simon who coerces you into piercing your nipples... 💉

Perhaps he's just looking for an excuse to be overly touchy with his favourite client, but truthfully, he believes you'll suit them. :( Plus, it'll be a form of entertainment for König when he's in your bed after finally getting into your panties, playing with your nipples while you squirm at the splitting and burning sensation of his sweaty, girthy cock pushing deep inside your slick folds.

Next, you'll be getting a clit piercing... Or if you're male, he'll convince you to pierce your tip, so he can enjoy himself and taunt you while giving you a blowjob.

[sexymoonmansslut]

regulus mf black

i love him your honor. my bbg.

[ratbastarddotfuck]

every piece of advice I see on this site for getting "fandom" tattoos is useless. "wait two years" "wait until the show has ended" right so wait until you're not invested and you don't care and you're not as excited to get the tattoo? nobody's listening to this.

the real advice. is to make sure the tattoo is a piece of art that you will enjoy having on your body even if you lose your connection to the media that inspired it. it should be meaningful or beautiful to you on its own merit, and not just because of the connection to the thing.

this is the same advice I give to people who want matching tattoos with another person.

I have two "fandom" tattoos for pieces of media I'm no longer invested in and a matching tattoo with my ex wife. I still love all my tats, because they're good pieces of art that I enjoy having on my body, even seperated from their original context.

do not get a tattoo of an actor's face or a highly recognisable symbol unless you've really come to terms with the fact that someone involved in your chosen property may be outed as a predator or other vile asshole later on.

[attractthecrows]

i know why they couldnt have him do this but it would have been so retroactively funny if they had Solas have different impressions of Lavellan based on which of the Evanuris their vallaslin represents. "why is solas so mean 2 me :((" cuz you have Falon'Din tattoos on your face and every time he looks at you he's reminded of how much he fucking hates that guy

[fakesorbet]

The Bad Kids + Summer drinks

[smart-macademia]

I would peel a pomegranate for you ♥️

[shima-draws]

I was thinking to myself you know a lot of the time Law is like. Super bundled up. In fluffy coats or hoodies or sweatshirts or whatever else, probably partly due to growing up in the North Blue. But then I was like. Okay if that's his normal wardrobe why did he walk around Dressrosa in just a coat and no shirt...and then it hit me. The coat obviously had Cora's name on the back but Law had his shirt off to show off his front. HIS TATTOO. DEDICATED TO CORA. This is the first time we see him without a shirt and get to see that tattoo on full display. Homie really went into this like I'm going to make it so blatantly clear to Doflamingo that Cora is everything to me and that I'm doing this FOR CORA that no matter where he looks that reminder will be staring him right in the face. FRONT OR BACK IT'S ALL CORAZON. I'M WALKING INTO THE OCEAN

[86espresso]

LIKEE???? BOAF 😭😭🙏🙏😭😭😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏🙏🙏

I can’t be the only one who finds this stupid hot

[blakbonnet]

with the way this show progressed, we'd have seen Ed's bare ass as the first scene of s3

[littelovelunette]

vi x reader where she's never made out with someone and vi guides her through jt?

First Time For Everything

Vi had always been the confident one—the smooth talker, the one who flirted without thinking twice. But when you admitted you’d never really made out with anyone before, she paused.

“Wait—never?” Her eyebrows shot up, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your face heat up. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

She chuckled, leaning in a little closer. “Oh, I’m definitely making a big deal out of it.”

Your stomach twisted in nervous anticipation. Vi was so effortlessly cool, so sure of herself. Meanwhile, you had no clue what you were doing.

She must’ve noticed the hesitation on your face because the teasing softened into something more gentle. “Hey,” she murmured, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “You trust me?”

You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.”

Her smirk turned into a small, knowing smile. “Then let me show you how it’s done.”

She moved slowly—giving you time to back out if you wanted to. But you didn’t. When her lips brushed against yours, it was light, almost hesitant, as if waiting for you to react.

Your breath hitched. She was warm, her lips softer than you expected, but it wasn’t overwhelming. It was… nice.

Vi pulled back just slightly, her nose brushing against yours. “You’re doin’ good.”

Your heart raced as she kissed you again, this time deeper. Her hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer, but not pushing—just guiding. You mimicked her movements, your fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, and she let out a quiet hum of approval.

“There you go,” she murmured between kisses, her voice breathless and laced with something deeper. “Just follow my lead.”

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue grazing your bottom lip in a silent question. You hesitated for half a second before parting your lips slightly, letting her in. The sensation was new, a little messy, but Vi didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, she groaned softly, her grip on your waist tightening.

By the time she pulled back, your lips were swollen, your breathing uneven, and Vi was grinning like she’d just won a fight.

“Not bad for a first-timer.”

You scoffed, shoving her playfully, but she only laughed, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

“Wanna go again?”

Like she even had to ask.

[mikuyuuss]

Ok, not only did Moon Dong Eun avenge the villains of this story. She found love afterwards and was able to pursue architecture like she always wanted to. She now dresses freely with her tattoo, proudly showing her scars. She's no longer confined to her trauma. Dong Eun got her revenge AND her happy ending!

Even though she was so convinced that she's a terrible person for wanting revenge, she actually managed to touch the lives of the people around her through simple acts of kindness (empathizing with them for being victims) and those same people came back to support her as well.

It's usually "revenge is bad" this "you got revenge but at what cost" that, but no, she got her revenge AND her and other people's happy ending. Even though it's a dark story about how victims suffer, there's always the underlying message of hope, where they also understand and help eachother. Even if they had to bend the rules to get it, The. Victims. Won. Oh. My. Goodness.

In the end, it wasn't exactly just "revenge," it was also about bringing justice to the victims.

[chaotic-archaeologist]

About to get a tattoo! It's a combination of Galileo's drawings of the moon and Jupiter and its moons' orbits. Updates when it's done!

[serpentface]

A braithuvi horse at rest under the close protection and watchful, scary, pale-eyed gaze of her herd's guardian, a dírgrahdain. Both are landraces developed within the Highlands. The ancestors of braithuvi (and other Highlands native horses) were brought overseas by the ancestors of the Hill Tribes, while the dogs were obtained from native livestock guardian landraces used by proto-Wardi tribes. Each have become distinct over their centuries of living in the Highlands, and dírgrahdain are have a particularly unique place in the cultural schema.

Braithuvi are a woolly horse breed (and one of many, wool horses are widespread, second only to camala in value for textiles) that are also somewhat specialized for milk production. Their meat is relatively poor (other horses are preferred), but they produce high yields of milk and thick, continuous growths of wool.

Horses are not as culturally significant as cattle to most in the Highlands, but are still highly valued animals that are critical to subsistence. Few plant-based textiles can be produced in the Highlands, and almost all in the region are made with braithuvi wool. They can eat a greater variety of forage than cattle, more efficiently converting energy intake from pastures into milk and wool. Their milk is considered to be the very best of all livestock, and is usually what is used to make the prized murre beverage.

Dogs have a very small specific place in the cultures of the Hill Tribes as utilitarian working animals (specifically for livestock and occasionally as home/village guardians), and rarely ever fill other functions. The practice of keeping dogs purely for companionship is virtually nonexistent (though affectionate bonds between people and their herding or household guard dogs will be fairly common), and their meat is considered worthless. Most dogs are not elevated within the cultural schema, and tend to be merely appreciated as useful, loyal animals. Livestock guardian dogs are an exception to this, and tend to be of more significant cultural import. They are animals that exist to protect the herds on which all subsistence depends, and thus have an elevated cultural status and roles in religion and folklore as uniquely protective entities.

Dírgrahdain are the key livestock guardian dogs in the region, and the only natively developed LGD. Their name means 'lion dog', both in reference to their maned appearance and their ability to fend off and even kill the largest of predators. The dogs are characterized by tall, long-legged builds, deep chests, a curly tail, thick hair (and a thicker winter coat), and a shaggy mane. Their bodies tend to be thinner and lankier than their fur coat suggests, but still well-muscled and powerful. Their coloration can vary wildly, but a black mask with a brown or reddish body like this is most typical. Unnerving, pale eyes are prized in these dogs, with the belief that they not only intimidate predators but are uniquely potent at fending off malicious spirits.

The dog's exclusive function is to protect livestock. They are used primarily for the defense of horses, which are small and very vulnerable to predators (lions, hyenas, king hyena, wild dogs, jackals, nechoi, and even eagles can be threats), though some dogs will usually be posted up with cattle herds to deter raiders.

Pups are most commonly born in the field among their herds. They will be carried in their master's coat while still nursing, but will be allowed to join their mother in her duties from the moment they are strong enough to follow. Dírgrahdain live with their herds day and night. Most will never see the inside of a home, and most seem to prefer it that way. They form close and protective bonds with their charges, and will thoroughly integrate themselves into the social fabric of the herd.

These dogs are not human-oriented, and will usually only form bonds with people that they have imprinted on as puppies (and will merely be cool and polite to those met later in life). They are highly aggressive towards strangers, and introductions must be done incrementally and with great care. This is desirable, as this trait makes them an excellent line of defense against livestock raids. Their loud, booming barks can alert of intruders from a great distance, and they can often successfully intimidate khait, causing some mounted raids to end in humiliating failure. Dírgrahdain are often killed in raids, either to fend off the attacking dog or to silence it before its master can be alerted. This is not outright dishonorable, but not something one will be commended for. Cattle raiding culture here values swiftness, stealth, and strategy- such smash and grab tactics are seen as brutish (and will often result in harsher retribution).

Like most LGDs, they primarily defend their herds by displays of aggression and power, using their loud bark, fearsome growl, and powerful bodies to chase and intimidate predators away without physical contact. Even so, it is necessary for all working dírgrahdain to be willing and able to physically confront predators when necessary. A well-trained, well-bonded dog will defend their herds with their very life, and is often effective in combat against even very large wild predators. Their dense ‘manes’ offer a degree of protection from wounds to the throat, and may be supplemented with spiked collars.

If a mother dog kills a predator, it is often customary to open the carcass and lead her puppies to feed on it. This is thought to teach the pups to be fearless against their enemies, and that they will grow up to be uniquely powerful and brave adults. Pups are given names upon reaching adult size, and ones who have consumed the flesh of predators will get unique names related to their mother's kill, or epithets as supplements to a given name (the exact details of this practice culturally varies). One might encounter dogs in the Highlands named things like Lionsbane, Hyena-killer, She Who Bites Jackals, Lion-Fed Shaggy (Lion-Fed being the honorable epithet, Shaggy being the dog's name, possibly given by a very small child)

The mere gaze of a dírgrahdain is said to fend off malicious spirits, and their thundering bark can scare away even the most dangerous of mountain devils. Their shed hair is needle felted into little dolls (usually into the form of dogs themselves) and placed into the cradles of infants and worn as charms by children to protect them from harm (both mundane and supernatural). Manes taken from dead dírgrahdain have uses among some of the Hill Tribes, and are typically only allowed to be used by their masters (unless recieved as a gift). The most prominent usages are being worn to fend off evil spirits and predators while traveling alone, and some traditions involve placing the manes around the necks or across the bellies of women in labor as a means of spiritual protection for mother and child during birth.

The Hill Tribes and Wardi both identify the same constellation along the ecliptic as a dog. In the case of the former, this stellar dog is identified as Mak-Urudain, a gigantic dírgrahdain with fur the color of flame and eyes as bright as stars, who is the eternal guardian of the Celestial Fields. He allows the souls of the worthy dead to pass into the afterlife and for esteemed ancestors to descend back to the land to guide the living, while preventing malicious spirits, devils, and the dishonored dead from entry.

One Bernike tale describes her attempting to fly into the Celestial Fields to steal the heavenly cattle who graze there. She took the form of a golden eagle, pretending to be an ancestor returning from a sojourn to the world of the living in order to get past the guardian hound. Mak-Urudain was not fooled for long, and led her on a long chase through the night sky before capturing her and hurling her out of the Celestial Fields.

She was never able to even touch the ground of the Fields (much less take any cattle), but had just enough time to take a single seed of heavenly grass in her beak. She returned to her mountain (missing most of her tail feathers and much of her pride) and planted the grass in her then-barren slopes. This is why the grass on Bernike's mountain is so tall and abundant and why cattle there grow so fat and healthy, like all cattle will in the afterlife. The howling winds heard from the mountaintops are playfully suggested to be the barks and howls of Mak-Urudain, calling down from the heavens to keep the witch grounded in the world of the living.