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[tantumuna]

Syril Despana, but just Syril is fine

thank you for the tag @tragedysorbet!! might as well talk more about Syril, right?

How would you describe their personality?

Syril is very aloof and easy going. He seems difficult to bother but most of it is a front, as he tends to care deeply and feel fully. He tries to take things as they come, but he's not afraid to cry if he needs to. As long as he's alone. Syril is the type to shoulder everything if he can, as he's lost the only person who he ever trusted enough to rely on. He tries to make light of situations and enjoys telling jokes to make people smile.

What brings your character joy?

Music and telling stories. He is a bard, after all, but his passion runs much deeper than that. He's been writing poetry and songs since he was a little boy and has saved all of it, even if it's embarrassing to re-read things he wrote when he could barely hold a quill.

What does your character strongly dislike?

Nobles, but more specifically, anyone who is willing to step on someone who has lesser in order to gain something for themselves. Syril's always run with a bad crowd, but he's never sold out someone to better his station, and he can't stand people who do.

Is your OC scared of anything?

He's afraid of losing people he loves or putting them into any type of danger, which is why his mother never finds out what he's up to. The idea of anyone knowing about her and being able to use her against him is horrifying. He'd rather distance himself from people than risk them.

What is their alignment?

Chaotic Neutral. Syril is a little shit at heart and due to his circumstances growing up, is more than willing to do whatever must be done in order to benefit himself. His strict rules are no hurting children and no selling out people who are worse off than him. People on better or equal footing or fair game. He's a punch first and ask questions last kinda guy if it gets him what he wants.

tags: anyone who wants to :)

Your OC's Personality

In a very happy coincidence, @cinnamontails-ff, @pinkberrytea and @yennefer-of-vengerbergs have blessed me with the chance to talk even more about my OC 😁 Thank you so much for thinking of me, my lovelies! Sorry this took so long - I was busy making a mood board 😂

Elysia Thorne, my OC from A Tale of Fools and Tricksters, and my current Tav!

Answers under the cut!

How would you describe their personality?

I went into this a little in my last OC post, so I'll just expand on the answer I gave there! Elysia is someone with a lot of almost motherly love to give, very nurturing and affectionate. She has a nasty habit of not extending this love to herself though! By keeping herself occupied being the caring figure to others, it means she doesn't need to think about herself and the circumstances she's in. Just keep busy and maybe then, you'll forget how sad you are! :)))

Otherwise, while she has a strong moral compass and is a very determined, almost stubborn person at times, she can also be quite naïve!

What brings your character joy?

Elysia is constantly surrounded by death. So what brings her joy is, ultimately, life. In Elysia's case, this manifested into a love of flowers! Flowers and plants represent life for her, so she finds a lot of joy tending to her herb gardens and being surrounded by things she's planted which she's given life to. Her favourite flowers are daffodils and chrysanthemums.

What does your character strongly dislike?

Strongly dislike specifically? It's a little gloomy, but being alone. As I mentioned, tending to others lets her forget herself. Being alone though? Then she actually has to be with her thoughts. It's not a fear, but she certainly dislikes it. She also dislikes pretense and manipulation, which is ironic, given her current situation and where she is!

Is your OC scared of anything?

There is one particular thing that Elysia's scared of that she hasn't admitted to herself yet, but I can't give you full details, lest I spoil something important in the story! Heheheh.

What is their alignment?

Neutral good, for sure! She wants the best for people, but she isn't afraid to break a few rules to bring that about.

No Pressure Tags: Everyone that answered my ask game (that I haven't seen tagged already)! @caffeinatedmunchkin (you did ask for more Elysia, after all 😁), @trying-to-do-good, @niye481, @tragedysorbet, @vividiana, @marlowethebard, @busy-baker, @khywren, @arach-tinilith, @hellethil

And honestly, if you see this and wanna gush about your own OC's, then consider yourself tagged!

[little-pup-pip]

Hi, I just found your blog and it's really cool! Would you be able to do a middlespace moodboard that's emo/scene themed? I also like Hello Kitty! It can be feminine or gender neutral! :)

Sure!!

[imperatorcopia]

Thank you @ruinme-please + @lifemod17 for tagging me this was fun!!! <3

This is me!!!

The fortune of crumbs is being too real today huh,,, well.

Toastology

No pressure tags : @politemagic @fruitsandcheese @dewinabsentia and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

[teddybearty]

Sooooo Amanda is pretty cool right???

[itsnotamatterofif]

Hi anon!!! Thank you so much for this, I went with the opportunity to write some Belle/Slick - they’re actually adorable, tsundere/tsundere couple that hate each other in the streets and are so loving and cosy in the sheets. This is just a short little thing, and Belle isn’t massively sick, but I hope you enjoy the sleepy cuddles!

“So, uh, what did you want me to do?”

Belle is curled up in her lap, looking smaller than ever, and Slick has never felt quite so out of her depth.

It was a bit unexpected, the affection of the sleeping car, especially in the days following the final and the unveiling of Slick and Greaseball’s schemes, but she’s not exactly ungrateful. After all, she was more than happy to oblige Belle’s shy gifts, flirt and chase after her when those enticing walls went up, and provide chaste kisses when the rest of the yard isn’t looking. Teasing and flattering is second nature - she’s had three older brothers to learn from, after all, only one of whom has ever been successful - but actually walking the walk has been… challenging.

Belle is not communicative at the best of times, too fatigued or slumbering to properly phrase what she wants, and although Tassita and Dinah have learned her tells by heart, they’re not so clear to Slick. That was how she knew this wasn’t just another brief fling to keep her trucking along; she was more mad at herself for expecting Belle to show up for a date during an unexpected nap time than she was at Belle for having an unexpected nap, which, by her books, was a first.

So now, she’s here, sat leaning against the wall of her bay in the freight shed with a somewhat pale looking Belle in her lap, curled up like a cat with her face occasionally scrunching up in discomfort. Struggling through her heavier than usual fatigue, she had explained that she just had to be deep cleaned from a sick passenger, and cleaning always made her feel vertigo; the coach shed was too quiet, the yard was too loud, and although she could think of other places, the smell of the freight shed was apparently dingy enough to distract her, and Slick wasn’t exactly going to say no.

In the warm yellow light of her bay, Belle looks even worse. She shifts slightly in rest, face falling into shadow as she rolls over away from the LED strips that Slick has rigged into the crannies of the walls, and Slick can’t help but hate the part of her that is genuinely concerned for Belle. She knows she’ll be fine, this is just typical passenger car dramatics, but the sickly lilac flush that has spread from Belle’s face down to where her skin meets frame definitely does not look good. Unfortunately, the other part of her, the part that isn’t actively hating herself for experiencing feelings, desperately wants to provide comfort, but neither part has absolutely any idea how to do that.

“Just stay still,” Belle mutters, muffled from where her face is pressed into the crook of Slick’s neck, “the more you move, the closer I get to my wiring snapping.”

As if on cue, something fizzles and groans from Belle’s chassis, and Slick feels eyebrows furrow against her neck.

“Alright,” Slick huffs, trying to make sure at least a little bit of performative annoyance bleed through, “I guess I’ll just sit here then.”

If Porter or Lumber walk in now, she’s toast. At least she can blackmail Hydra.

Seconds stretch into minutes into hours, Belle shifting once or twice again so she’s fully in Slick’s lap, and Slick kind of wants to chuck her off and call the whole thing a sham. It’s downright unfair how cute Belle is all cuddled in, ragged breaths becoming even and heavy eyelids finally fluttering shut. By her sides, her arms feel restless, useless, and every now and then she holds her hands up to stretch out her fingers. Really, she wants to wrap her arms around Belle, hold her tightly until the pain and the nausea passes, but then her hands hover above Belle’s middle for a second before she lets them fall limply to her sides again. Maybe Belle doesn’t watch to be touched - Slick knows how sensitive she is, and the last thing she wants to do is make her jump-

“You can hold me, you know,” Belle suddenly grumbles, almost as if she’s annoyed Slick hasn’t yet, and Slick can’t help the heat that prickles along her cheeks like needlepoint, “I would like that.”

“Well excuse me for not assuming,” Slick hisses, rolling her eyes as she wraps her arms around the coach; she’s soft from the velvet of her frame, warm and pliant in Slick’s arms as she scoots in to let Slick loosely hold her close. Belle is a comforting weight against her chest, and the feeling of her breath on Slick’s jaw is almost electric.

“I guess I’m grateful,” Belle mumbles, somehow sounding even more drowsy than a second ago, “when it’s just us, you- you don’t have to ask to hold me, got it? Just-“ she’s cut off by a yawn, and Slick can’t help but feel one of her own beginning to form- “everything you still need to ask for, but I guess I like it when you hold me.”

Slick is extraordinarily thankful Belle cannot see the heat in her cheeks.

“I think I’m going to sleep,” she continues, and Slick can’t help but squeeze her tightly, “wake me up before sunset, otherwise the others will ask where I’ve been.”

“You know I’m not your personal alarm clock, right?” Slick argues, but she can’t will up any of her usual bite, and Belle seems to take no notice as, within seconds, the sound of her faint snoring fills the bay. It’s quiet, almost adorably so, and absolutely addictive in its rhythm as Slick fights against her own eyes closing.

At least there’s no one around to see the small kiss she places on the crown of Belle’s head, and there’s definitely no one around to call her out if she rests her eyes for a second.

Who’s going to know?

[wordstome]

⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆this message is just an excuse to share 10 random headcanons of your fav ⋆⁺₊⋆☾⋆⁺₊⋆

For König, of course :3

He's left handed, but was forced to learn how to do things with his right, so he's ambidextrous

He doesn't like the texture of wet lettuce. If the lettuce isn't bone dry he won't eat it. For this reason, he doesn't eat salads

He doesn't like artificial strawberry flavor, but he loves artificial banana flavor

He goes through guitar picks like nobody's business. Why can't he just be a little gentler? Who knows!

He has a mole on the left side of his forehead (his right) near the hairline that is usually covered by his hair. When his hair is buzzed it's incredibly obvious

He was one of those babies who came out with incredibly light blond hair, and then it darkened as he grew up. It's more of a dirty blond as an adult, but it does get bleached by the sun

He eats his steaks extremely rare. As rare as he can get them. It's not a "durr burr manly men eat bloody meat" thing like you'd think with the rest of his personality, but because when he was little he [König has advised me not to finish this sentence]

He has a ball tongue piercing. He used to have snakebites, but they closed up when he went to the military

He has very veiny hands

He has a great sense of the placement of his body, if that makes sense. He would make a good dancer

[lyn-ne]

here ya go

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

Thank yoouuuu @9puppiesdrowninginapool for tagging me!!!! :-)

Tagging the besties (aka people I always see in my notifs) @official-lauchzwiebel @berg-gry @monsterintheballroom @druckort @frogtossing @jofngve @jack-daww @labyrinthenthusiast @fartgremlin @synthellasart @midnightxxcrisis @rey4kat @mikonezz @project-catgirlpillar <33

[ladytauria]

👀👀 meeting in the ER with damitim pls?

thank you!!

this is more urgent care than ER---actually, i'm picturing this happening at Leslie's clinic?---but. still on theme xD it's also heavily inspired by this post, bc... it's just so damian, you know?

“So… you said a cat did this?”

“Ah… yes.” Damian is distracted—not by the distant tug of a needle, in and out of his skin, but rather by the man doing the stitching.

He would not call him the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, but the man is certainly… attractive, with his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose. Most striking is the pale, ice blue of his eyes; made even more so by the dark circles under his eyes.

Damian can relate.

“It was a kitten, actually,” he admits, somewhat reluctantly. 

That gets those eyes on him, the needle stilling. The nurse’s brows raise. “A kitten?”

“She was very fierce.” Normally he keeps gloves in his car for such an occasion, but he had taken them out to wash them, and— Well. Of course he ended up finding the kitten before he got them back into his car.

"I see," the nurse says, a smile tugging at his mouth. "I wonder if I'll be stitching up the next poor person to find her, too."

Damian sniffs. "Hardly," he says. "She's in my car." His emergency kennel, luckily, had still been there. He hated to leave the poor creature out there—on the way over, he had contemplated calling Richard or Todd to pick her up for him. However, neither of them was likely to listen to his instructions to leave her alone. Richard because he would believe he could befriend her, and Todd because he would underestimate the severity.

Pity Cassandra was out of town.

Pity Jon lived two hours away.

“Huh.” The nurse goes back to stitching. “You didn’t let go?” He sounds vaguely impressed. Damian cannot help the way he puffs up with pride.

“Of course not,” he says. “I would hardly leave the poor thing out there to suffer. Fierce or not, Gotham’s streets are no place for a kitten.”

The curve of the man’s mouth turns—soft, almost. It is reminiscent of a look he often sees from Richard, though it incites a different feeling in him entirely. He feels… warm. His fingertips tingle.

“Of course not,” the man echoes, softly. “Do you do that a lot? Rescue kittens, I mean.”

“At nearly one in the morning? No, not typically,” Damian says. “However, I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I am enrolled in the veterinary program at Gotham University. I find myself rescuing many animals.” He also had, vaguely, considered the notion of stitching himself up. It was only the knowledge of Richard and Pennyworth’s disappointed faces that had sent him to the clinic, instead.

“Huh,” the man says, thoughtfully. “So what happens to the kitten now?”

“She is young enough it should be fairly easy to socialize her,” Damian says. “Once she is used to people, I suppose I will look into finding her a home.” He would keep her himself, but— He has reached his limit on the amount of animals he can realistically take care of. His younger self would scoff at this, but part of adulthood was learning his limits. A dog, two cats, a snake, and several fostered kittens were certainly his.

The nurse hums, snipping the thread. He lingers at Damian’s side. “You know… I always wanted a cat. Do you… think I could call you, sometime? Maybe arrange a visit?”

Damian’s pulse quickens. “I—yes. I would be, ah. Amenable to that.”

The nurse smiles. The brightness of it steals the breath from Damian’s lungs. “Cool,” he says. “Hold on just a second.”

The nurse disposes of the needle and washes his hands before snagging one of the brochures from the countertop, by the sink. He withdraws a pen from his pocket and writes, quickly.

When he passes it to Damian, he winks. “You should be good to go now, Mr. Wayne.”

“Thank you,” Damian says, sliding off the exam table. As he walks out the door, he glances down at the paper. On it is a phone number, which Damian memorizes automatically, signed—

Tim Drake. Call me :)

Next to words is a doodle of a cat, wearing what is likely a nurse’s cap.

Damian is impossibly, terribly charmed.

[ send me an au if u like~ ]

[lagt-duck]

FINAL DAY OF MONKEY MAY!

Journey!!!

Aka

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP!!!!

This was fun I hope you all enjoyed and will stay for more!

This challenge was made by @vorpaldoodles who I thank for making the list!

It was extremely fun!

[floatinghanmi]

tried my hand at coloring with this dami!! (art by simone di meo)

[little-pup-pip]

hihi, hope you're doing well! :D also hope the formatting of my ask works out lol tried to make it easy to follow/read! would love to request a Star Catcher [from my little pony, gen 3] moodboard !!

androgynous preferred, but could lean either way~

no paci please!

in terms of themes, i'd love some chill beach vibes & trans colors. other than that, go ham :3

Here you go!!

[ravensonravens]

The lone watcher of St. Mark's Eve.

My girlfriend, Jess (who's Gansey in these pics), started reading The Raven Cycle at the very end of last year. Shortly after, she got me into it, and we're both madly in love with this series now.

We wanted to do something for our first St. Mark's Eve in the fandom, so we decided to do some shots of Gansey's church watch!

This series has become something really special for us, and we're excited for the summer and all sorts of TRC fun. 💖

[piss-love-and-understanding]

i was asked to answer as many of these questions as are applicable to me, which seems a great way to take my mind off election day stress, so here we go!

What do you enjoy the most about omorashi & pee desperation? It's About The Vulnerability. a grown man reduced to childlike behavior by his body's needs, all composure lost in the fight to contain himself, only for it to end in soaked humiliation? perfect, beautiful, delicious, i'll take twelve

What do you like to see in the aftermath of an accident? CRYING. blushing is also good. embarrassment in general.

What kink pairs best with omorashi or pee desperation for you? ageplay! it makes me a little sad that i seem to be in a minority as someone who loves omo and ageplay but not diapers. ideally i want the little to be roleplaying as somewhere between the ages of 5 and 10--too old for diapers, and therefore old enought to be properly embarrassed at having an accident.

Do you prefer being desperate to pee, or seeing others desperate? seeing others desperate, no question. my own bladder is an annoyance at best.

Have you ever made someone else wet themselves? yes! it was extremely fun and i want to do it lots more.

Do you prefer when people groan from relief, or whimper from embarrassment? whimper from embarrassment!

Do you like tiny leaks, big gushing leaks, or no leaking at all? leaks of any size are hot. no leaking followed by everything coming out at once is also hot. basically if the pants are wet i am happy

Do you prefer more extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending, or mild desperation with wetting? wetting is preferable to making it, always.

Are there any words or phrases in omo that get you weak at the knees? "i wet my pants" is my absolute favorite. "i can't hold it" and "i'm not gonna make it" and "too late" are also extremely good.

Name an under-appreciated omorashi trope. as mentioned above, omo combined with ageplay without the addition of diapers is something i would like to see a lot more of.

Name a kink you’re on the fence about, and explain why. potty training. it doesn't not appeal to me, but since i love wet pants so much, it's not my go-to fantasy. it's got definite possibilities, though--like, telling a sub they haven't earned the use of the grown-up toilet, so they have to go in the potty chair if they want to go at all, and then seeing if they choose to debase themself by doing that, or by holding it until they wet their pants.

What’s something you fantasize about, but would hate in real life? i often fantasize about entirely taking away someone's toilet privileges, but in real life, solid waste (which is not my kink) would be an issue. (my fantasies have science-fictional workarounds for this.) i also like to imagine making guys wet themselves in public indoor settings, but that's something i wouldn't want to inflict on service workers.

What type of porn does the world need more of? men in clothes with openings at the butt wetting themselves while getting fucked from behind, please.

What omo trope do you know is cliche or unrealistic, but you love anyway? i love contrived setups for situational omo. yes girl, give me a convoluted sequence of events concocted for the sole purpose of making blorbo wet his pants

What's something you only see in animated porn or fictional erotica that you wish was possible in real life? i love the thing in omo art of visual gauges representing how bad someone has to go. the psychological element of desperation intrigues me, and i wish i had a kind of telepathy for this specific purpose alone.

How do you feel about fear wetting? i've been known to go gaga for it in fiction (hello, otacon) but the problem is it often comes out of nowhere with no desperation buildup. if we do get some desperation beforehand, then fuck yeah.

How do you feel about bed-wetting? again, often no desperation buildup, especially if the wetter is asleep when it happens--although the embarrassment when they wake up can still be quite good. if they're awake, though--like, say, if a sub woke me up in the middle of the night to ask for permission to go pee, and i didn't give it to him, and kept him pinned to the mattress until he peed all over both of us? now we're talking.

How do you feel about bathroom schedules or needing permission to pee? pretty much my favorite way to engage with this kink as a dom, especially the needing permission.

Do you like watersports/golden showers? i'd be lying if i said i hadn't thought about it, but it's not my go-to. i'd be willing to give it a try if a sub really wanted it.

What is the wildest pee fantasy you ever had that actually came true? well, as i said, i've made people wet themselves. which is not all that wild, i suppose, but that alone was something i once thought i'd never do. getting comfortable with the fact that i am Into This was a whole process, from "this is ONLY something i fantasize about" to "okay maybe i want to try it in real life" to "i would do this literally all of the time if i could," but now that i'm here, where i can not only talk to people about this but even sometimes get them to play with me, i gotta say it's pretty awesome, and i never take it for granted. life gets way more fun when you unlearn shame.

Name one pee-related turn-on and one turn-off you have. turn-on: when they won't shut up about how bad they have to go. turn-off: manly expressions of rage.

Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation? DRAMATIC PEE DANCE yes please always

Jeans wetting or skirt wetting? jeannnnsssss

Athletic uniform or business uniform? business uniform. in my day-to-day life, i emphatically Don't Sports, so i don't like to go there in my fantasy life either, even though i've thought on multiple occasions that it would make a great fantasy setting, what with the potential for public humiliation and locker room tenderness. if i were gonna go there, i think i'd go with baseball. those cute little uniforms are just begging to get peed in. ANYWAY, i have a particular fondness for business casual--khakis just don't hide anything--but a suit is also super fun, what with all the additional clothing items that can get wet.

Naked holding or cozy casual holding? i will take any clothing over none. naked omo is pointless to me

Do you pee in the shower? yes. fun fact, i used to be physically unable to pee unless my ass was touching a toilet seat, but then when i was twentysomething i strategically trained myself out of that, so now i ritualistically pee in the shower because i can. and then when i was unhoused i got really good at peeing outside. last hurdle: mastering an stp device

Do you pee in the water when you go swimming? ...oh yeah, and i still can't seem to pee while submerged

Do you or would you pee in front of a date or partner? yeah, assuming my bladder cooperated. i've done it in front of my current primary

Whats your safe-word? i use the stoplight system. if it ain't broke don't fix it

[jfleamont]

Hello! For the Beatles prompts… “Treat me like you did the night before” for Jily, please? 👀

Aaah thank you! This one could get spicy 👀

The common room was packed, filled to the brim with students celebrating the beginning of the Christmas break; the train was set to leave the following morning, and everyone was busy saying goodbye.

Most of the Seventh Years had opted for staying, and James was one of them. It took him a solid minute to find Lily among the crowd: she was in the middle of a conversation with a young boy, no older than thirteen.

“Evans? Can I steal you for a second? I just wanted to run some ideas by you.”

Lily, of course, had seen him approach; she turned to him slowly, almost as if she was annoyed by the interruption.

But he knew she wasn't.

“It's about Head stuff,” he added, smiling apologetically at the young boy.

“Conor, do you mind if we talk later?”

“Sure, don't worry! I'll try your method and I'll let you know,” he replied and waved them goodbye.

James stepped closer to her, unable to keep his distance. They were in public, but no one was paying them any attention. He could get away with it.

“What method?” he asked nonchalantly.

Lily shrugged. “He had some questions about Potions, I helped him out. Now, what did you want to talk about? Head stuff, you say?”

The smile that was tugging at her lips was driving him crazy.

“You know I didn't mean it that way.”

She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Oh, do I?”

You'd think that someone who wanted to keep things secret would try to be more subtle.

James cleared his throat and looked around the room, not because he was afraid of getting caught, but because her eyes alone were doing things to him. “Can we go somewhere else?”

“You can tell me here.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to say really?, but she merely smiled.

“Alright. You're leaving tomorrow, right?”

She nodded.

“And do you remember the last match?”

Lily's eyes widened, and she was instantly aware of what he was asking her. “You were very nervous,” she murmured, “at least at first.”

“Yeah, turns out that a good night's sleep does wonders,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “along with some other things.”

Lily visibly shuddered. “Oh?”

“I want you to treat me like you did the night before.”

She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it gently. The wicked smile on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

He couldn't believe his luck.

“Well, I am leaving tomorrow. Would be a shame not to say goodbye properly.”

James smiled triumphantly. “A right shame.”