#blind rage? 👀

[halfhissandwich]

Shading is not fun.

[just-some-user-hunny]

I just realized that the dance is inevitable and isekai!reader will defend their mother and full-blooded siblings {following the book of fire and blood} while dealing with black forces in the riverlands someone lies that their remaining family (Aegon, Alicent and Jaehaera) are all dead that leads to them going batshit insane and burning BOTH black and green forces which leads the riverland forces being too injured to march to king’s landing and the northern army to halt thus not managing to get the hour of the wolf and at the end reader dies (idc if its a suicide or of a broken heart) and cannibal goes INSANE burning everything in his path until he meets an injured Sunfyre who were able to recognize each other because of their riders connection to one another while he is flying to Aegon and Cannibal stays with Sunfyre until Rhaenyra is killed and Sunfyre dies after “killing” the last threat to Aegon which leads to Cannibal escaping and not being found by anyone and it would be pretty amazing if we could get what the maesters who wrote fire and blood to think about isekai!reader 👀

Oooh now that's some good stuff 😳

The dance of the dragons is such a tragedy, everyone is blinded by anger and revenge that they end up burning up together.

Poor isekai!reader would go absolutely mad, losing her family members like that. The Cannibal would be more than willing to burn everything in a furious rage with her, he himself would be akin to a wild animal due to his connection to his rider and the grief/anger they're experiencing. He'd scoop them up and take them to burn whoever they need to, anything to quelm and satisfy the readers blinding rage.

Once the reader dies however, it's like whatever strand of sanity he had left snaps. With you gone, there's no restraint. He's sharp gnashing teeth and blazing emerald fire and death, destroying everything in his wake till he fulfils his riders revenge.

After the dance and everything is settled in ash, whoever remains will remember the reader in a haze of fondness and terror. Cannibal would return to the wilderness, his own heart hurting and swearing to never get close to humans again after the heartbreak of losing his one and only rider.

Isekai!reader would be remembered as the princess who went mad with vengeance, killing and burning till her own life got snuffed out like a candle. (Maybe she dies upon the battlefield and the cannibal keeps fighting, or she takes her own life from the sorrow and doom of it all). The princess whose dragon kept going on to fight in her name even without her voice to command him.

[yasmindifference]

👀🎃🔥 trick or treat? ÓwÒ 🍬🍫🍭

happy halloween, i hear you like werewolves 👀

For as long as he can remember, Jason's greatest fear has been his wolf.

He knows he's crossed more than a few lines in his day, has let his temper lead him into bad choices, but all of that? Was still rational. Even blinded by rage, he's never stopped thinking.

The monster within doesn't think. It doesn't reason. It doesn't have morals or emotions or a goddamn brain. It's a big, violent brute, and if it ever escapes the containment spells he hides behind every full moon, there's no telling what damage it might do.

Ever since he was a kid, he's been having nightmares about the wolf--about waking up the morning after to find he's slaughtered his mom, his friends, Bruce or Alfred or Dick.

Tim's taking center stage in those nightmares these days. Jason's had dozens of them since they got together, horrible dreams of waking to Tim's blood on his hands, in his teeth.

In all this time, it's never once occurred to him to fear being on the other side of things.

"Okay, Tim," he says carefully. "It's okay. It's just me."

The growling doesn't stop. There's no recognition in Tim's beautiful blue eyes. Just pure, animal instinct.

Fuck. Fuck.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," he tries. "And the asshole who did this to you is dead. Everything's fine. You're safe."

The asshole who did this was a half-assed sorcerer with half-assed magic. The so-called werewolf spell gave Tim the ears and the tail, the claws and the fangs, and apparently wiped his reason away, but that's it. Tim might be half-crouched, keeping low to the ground like a real wolf, but his spine didn't change with the spell.

(Neither did his vocal cords; his throat's gonna be killing him after all this growling.)

(Also, if the situation weren't so dire, Jason'd be real fucking offended by this shit being called a werewolf spell when it didn't even give Tim a fucking snout. Stupid Hollywood bullshit.)

That doesn't mean he's not showing some wolf-like body language. In addition to the crouching, his tail is stiff and his ears flat against his head. Could be that's a lack of control, given he's not a real wolf.

Or it could be that the behavior's instinctual, and Tim's just as scared as his body language is screaming.

"Everything's gonna be okay, Tim," he tries again. "Okay? The spell will wear off in a few hours and we can go home. It's fine. You're okay."

Tim bares his sharper-than-usual teeth. Not good.

Jason knows he can take Tim out, but can he do it without hurting him? Can he do it without losing his grip on his own wolf, which even now is stirring beneath his skin, unhappy with the clear challenge Tim is issuing?

If that very dead jackass hadn't cast a containment spell, Jason could run. He could lead Tim on a chase straight to his nearest safehouse with its carefully warded room designed to hold a werewolf.

As it is, he's trapped. Here, with a Tim with claws and fangs and not a single drop of recognition in his eyes.

"You're safe," he tries one last, fruitless time, and Tim lowers his head and lunges.

Jason swears and tries to dodge, but it turns out he's been too focused on Tim and not the fucking containment spell, because like a goddamn rookie, he bounces off a boundary he hadn't realized he'd backed up too.

Tim hits him full force, knocking him down flat on his back.

Fuck. Fuck.

He gets his arms up in time to hold Tim back, keeping those fangs away from his throat, but it's a close thing. And he can't fucking grapple with another wolf without losing his grip on his own.

His wolf would kill Tim. He can't let that happen.

And while he'd gladly die rather than hurt Tim, he's spent his whole life fearing waking up to find he's slaughtered someone he loves. He can't inflict that on Tim.

There's a way out of this. He knows there's a way out of this. If his fucking wolf would chill and stop fighting him, just give him a second to think, he knows he could find a way out.

But Tim and Jason's wolf are fighting him in equal measure, and there's no time to fucking think.

"Tim," he wheezes, breathless from the struggle and the impact with the floor. "Tim, it's me. It's Jason. I don't wanna--fuck!"

Whatever's going on in Tim's head, he's figured out the claws. He lashes out and Jason has no choice but to release his shoulders to catch his wrists, to protect his own from being sliced open--but that just frees Tim to lunge forward and lock his fangs around Jason's throat and--

--and freeze?

Jason's frozen, too. Tim's wrists in his hands, Tim's teeth just barely pressing into his skin, his entire brain screaming that he can't hurt Tim, and his wolf rolling under his skin, distracting him. Tim wouldn't have gotten his fangs this close if Jason's stupid wolf wasn't fighting him so hard.

As it is, his wolf really does not like having fangs this close to their neck. It takes everything Jason's got to keep his own from sprouting. He can't move, not even to take advantage of Tim's sudden stillness.

Tim makes a strange noise. Something that wants to be a canine vocalization, probably, but again: wrong vocal cords.

Slowly, Tim leans back and then right back in. This time nose first instead of teeth first. He pushes his nose right into the crook of Jason's neck and...sniffs.

And again. And again.

And then he...well, he yips. Like a puppy.

Tim's ears unflatten. His tail wags.

And he pulls away from Jason's neck to lick him across the face.

...Okay then.

Tentatively, Jason loosens his grip on Tim's wrists. Tim snuggles in close and rubs his head against Jason's, making another little not-quite-vocalization and licking his face again.

"Gross," Jason says, but he's too light-headed with relief to actually protest. "Okay. Okay. You remember me, Tim?"

In answer, Tim licks him again. Which has no right to feel as gross as it does, really, considering how they've both done their share of licking (and sucking) in bed, but--come on. There is a lot of saliva on Jason's face right now.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says. He rubs Tim's back with one hand and wipes his face with the other. His heart's still racing. "I take it you remember me now."

Tim sniffs him happily, which, yeah, makes sense. Wolves rely on their sense of smell a lot, and they've been living together for months. Jason smells like himself and like Tim and like their den, all their mixed up scents of gunpowder and lemon and cedar.

Thank fuck Jason didn't put on his scent-blocking leathers today. He usually saves them for close to the full moon, when the wolf starts to show in his scent, but he's been known to wear them on other nights when he's in a hurry and they're the first thing he lays hands on.

He can't believe this night having a happy ending hinged on which jacket he chose on his way out the door.

Tim's tail is still wagging. He nuzzles his face back into Jason's neck.

It's kind of adorable. Still...

"Okay, stop wiggling," he says after a minute. "You're half a werewolf right now, have some fucking dignity."

In response, Tim licks him again.

happy halloween! 🎃👻🦇 i’ve decided to use this prompt generator for every ‘trick or treat’ i get. this prompt was Uh oh! These two idiots got themselves trapped together. i hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

[just-rafaweeel]

For me it will never stop being hilarious how after everything they went through, Eurylochus was terrified of Circe. 10 years of war? Piece of cake. An angry Cyclops? Bring it in. The god of tides raging over his blind son? Doesn't even break a sweat. A hot woman? Oh no, Ody let's run away together.

Sounds kinda gay if you ask me. 👀

[ghost-bxrd]

I know in your AU Bat is probably really old, given how big he is…

But in the scenario where each Rider has dragons that hatched from eggs they were given (let’s ignore the slow growth rate and assume different breeds have different sizes or something for now…)…

Imagine Prince Bruce having a dragon egg placed in his cradle as is the custom, but it doesn’t hatch (only a few does, dragons are pretty rare)… Till the assassination of the king and queen, which the eight year old prince witnessed.

The egg hatches that night, as the prince, still in shock, stays in his room curled up clutching it.

The shell of an egg is supposed to be similar to the colour of the dragon hatching from it, but from the vibrant red-gold egg, the hatched dragonette is an eerie shade of dark purple and black, with eyes so white that they first assume the baby dragon is blind.

It is assumed the little prince’s grief and rage shaded the dragonette, seeping into it through the bond between dragon and rider.

Then, many years later, another grieving eight year old is handed a dragon egg, this one dark in shade, ebony and purple.

The dragonette that emerges, though, is as vibrant in shade as a bird of paradise.

 There is black, sure, but more of a sparkling bright blue, and the soft, soft feathers that can still guard themselves from fire as well as any scales or leather.

Eyes as deep and bright a blue as its little rider’s (and his parents’).

Bruce taking it as an omen that Dick will recover far better than he from their shared trauma, an omen that the little acrobat will be able to find his way out of his version of that dark alley.

That’s both a very beautiful but also horrifying way to depict the character’s mental state at the time of the hatching. Especially if we go with acute emotional distress being a common trigger for premature dragon hatching 🥺

Also, the way people would most likely use it as a way to divine whether that dragon rider will end up being good or evil (in a broad sense of the word) 👀 Dragon astronomy basically ksksksks

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker CH.154: Raging Inferno

💭 THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS

[ ⚠️ SPOILERS ⚠️ ]

💭 Whenever it’s Wind Breaker day, I’m a nervous mess as the time of the chapter drop approaches. It’s worse that it’s my time of the month. I kid you not, when I was reading the chapter, my whole body was icy cold. I hope I get my thoughts across here.

I appreciate y'all for reading and liking my threads. Never expected it.

I wanna take this opportunity to appreciate Nii sensei’s fighting panels. They’re easy to follow and he brings impact on the punches.

This chapter though…it’s triggering my scoliosis 🫠 Twice! In one chapter!

Oh the way Sakura shuddered when Umemiya lifted his bloody face after he punched Chika on the back. The way Sakura stuttered a “H-hey…”

Our boy is scared of our leader.

And now he’s scared for Chika’s life because he believes Umemiya might seriously do a bad number on him even though he’s aware he’s strong too.

I know. I don’t like this either. The fact he had had this close bond with Ume especially after the leader shared his heavy past to him. And now…Sakura looks like he has this urge to stay away from him.

I've mentioned before that if the Old Ume never won against Chika...and with how he is acting right now, Ume might lose. Ume needs to stop being blinded by his rage and be clear of his goal here. Because right now, it just looks like he just wants to render Chika unconscious.

Just as I imagined, Ume would bother the heck out of Chika as he did with Hiragi, Tsubaki and I’m sure even Momose and Mizuki. But Ume tries to speak in Chika’s language. I'm sure he got to know him a little bit through him or their schoolmates. And it led Ume to place bets in their fights for Chika to join him.

"If I win, you gotta join me"

Chika left because most of Furin was getting soft and boring thanks to Umemiya. But most of all, he can't enjoy fighting Umemiya anymore. He enjoyed fighting THAT Ume. The Ume that was struggling and grasping for a change in the gang. The Ume who would do anything to have his goals and ideals met. But Ume was already gaining that. Because Ume was already attaining his goals, he changed; he has gone softer and gentler like the rest of Furin. So Chika left.

When Endo finally noticed, he had to make Furin and Umemiya like how they were before. Angry, unhinged, and desperate…so his dear Chika wont get bored.

Well, here it is. He made it happen. Endo sent that declaration of war, brought the town and Bofurin into chaos, and made sure Umemiya stood helplessly in the rooftop as h watched his found family get hurt...all to bring back that old Umemiya from few years ago. Anything for his sweet Chika Takiishi.

Thinking of what Endo said, we get that Chika has an unfathomable excitement to fight Umemiya. Perhaps it's the thrill of fighting someone as strong as him, someone like a raging fire. But is there something more to it? The way Chika's eyes shine, getting a kick out of their exchange of hands together. Is it to shut Umemiya down? Crush his soul? Break his spirit? (Oh wait. That's reminding me of how Endo attempted to do on Sakura chapters ago... 👀)

If you've been following me (in twitter), I was clinging to this idea that Umemiya would do something scary that would trigger Sakura to act and snap Umemiya out of it. I never thought it would already happen. That Umemiya would lose. As a cliffhanger, it seems so.

I had to zoom on the last page to see if Umemiya's eyes are actually closed. But I wonder what would happen next. In the last page, Chika just lifted his head, filled with excitement and adrenaline, but is he fully aware that Ume is unconscious? IF he is unconscious.

If he isn't, would he be like "Hey! Let's continue fighting!"

But if we're thinking of the weights of their fists, Umemiya would have weighed heavier; if he managed to make his resolve and goal clear in his fight with Chika. But if he's just so blinded by the heat of his emotions, it probably explains why he's knocked on the ground.

But for Chika? What is it he's fighting for? It must be something more than the thrill. Because what if Umemiya...won't fight him anymore?

Ngl, I desperately want to see a point of view of either Chika or Umemiya. So far, we only have been hearing from Endo and Sakura. We are stuck with them as spectators of the fight; which I think is what Nii-sensei wants us to feel. And I'm sure we feel the same way as Sakura: helpless (like Umemiya watching from the rooftop 🥲)

My initial predictions?

This may just be for cliff hangers sake and Umemiya is still conscious. And maybe...we might see another side of Umemiya. Defeated? A pathetic side Sakura's never seen? Because Nii sensei has built Umemiya (even in his character design. Hello, wide shoulders?) to be this protective big brother in the gang.

But I feel like that's kinda farfetched. Umemiya and his friends have worked so hard to bring peace to the town and bring order to Bofurin. He should not be defeated. He wouldn't allow it.

Whatever will happen, I believe Umemiya has to stop being like his old self and be firm with what he needs to do in order to stop Chika.

[meebles]

So for the wip game u posted how about Rako Hardeen w/ Force-Sensitive!Cody 👀👀👀👀👀

Hi thank you so much for the ask! <3

Essentially it's a Rako Hardeen fic where Cody just. Refuses to believe Obi-Wan is dead and refuses to act as if he is. Partially because he just cannot believe that Obi-Wan could actually be taken out by some random bounty hunter, but also he just has this unshakable gut feeling that he can't fully explain or put into words, and swears that he can still feel Obi-Wan alive somehow... ;)

But his vode are worried, as it's not like Cody to be in such vehement denial over something like this.

Here's a little snippet of my medic OC Scabs discussing with Cody

“You’re implying they faked his death. What reason would they have to do that?” Cody shakes his head, and shrugs. He’s still staring at the damned wall. “There've been times when this war has made less sense than that, Scabs. I’ve believed more outrageous things with less intel.” Scabs sighs, and frowns. He absolutely hates arguing with any of his vode, but with the way Cody has been acting, so unlike his usual self… Scabs just wants to understand. “What about Skywalker? Kix told me he’s been a mess since the funeral. Wouldn’t he have been able to tell if Kenobi was still alive?” Cody finally meets his eyes, fixing him with a steely gaze, one that Scabs has seen used against unruly shinies countless times. It doesn’t have the same effect against Scabs, no— instead that cold, hard, ache in Cody’s eyes leaves Scabs feeling pained for a much different reason. “I think that Skywalker is too often blinded by his own arrogance and rage to consider the bigger picture.”

[johaerys-writes]

can you bless my soul with a Snippet Sunday of baby born blue?

*pleading puppy eyes*

Also i love your work so much and it has became a slightly unhealthy obsession 👀

Hello!! I'm so glad you like my work that's so wonderful to hear 🥰 Here’s a little snippet from the next chapter of baby born blue where Achilles is being a menace as usual:

Patroclus jolts just a little when Achilles leans over him, his arms coming around his shoulders from behind.

“Why don’t you come and take a shower with me, hm?” he whispers, lips caressing his ear. “Continue where we left off.”

A flash of rage blinds Patroclus momentarily. He shrugs Achilles off, staring resolutely at his laptop screen.

“Get away from me,” he growls warningly. “I’m busy.”

“Well, you don’t have to be,” Achilles tells him, a little miffed. “We won’t be going back to Greece for another week, at least.”

“A week?” Patroclus turns around to pin him with a glare. “We’re leaving, Achilles. Tomorrow.”

Achilles purses his lips in a pout. “Five days.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Fine, four days. And three quarters.”

“I’m not bargaining with you. We’re leaving tomorrow and that’s final. I’m booking the tickets right now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Watch me,” Patroclus says, turning back to his laptop and pulling up a flight booking page.

Achilles’ hand shoots over his shoulder, but Patroclus catches his wrist on reflex; there’s a brief struggle where they both try to get their hands on Patroclus’ laptop, and Patroclus seems to be winning until Achilles basically climbs over his lap and onto the desk, slapping the laptop screen shut and sitting half-way on top of it.

“Get off, you’ll ruin it!” Patroclus shouts in a panic, trying to catch Achilles’ legs and pull him away, while Achilles kicks at him and clings onto the desk for dear life. It is all so comical and ridiculous that Patroclus is glad no one is around to see them. He throws his hands up with an angry huff.

“Achilles, you fucking asshole—” He takes a step back and glares at him, sweating beneath his suit. He tries not to worry about Achilles’ weight that’s currently probably crushing his poor laptop as he says, “You’re like a child. You know that? A stubborn, arrogant, spoiled brat. Things always have to go your way, otherwise you’ll throw a fit and make it everyone's problem. I’m done with you, you hear me? I’m done with your bullshit. Done.”

“You weren’t done with me when you were doing me this morning,” Achilles retorts haughtily, tilting his chin up in defiance, and Patroclus has to use every ounce of his willpower not to walk over to the desk and strangle him.

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐀 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞[+18] 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: hello!!! can i please request for “A different perfume” with daddy Shanks x fem’reader? 👀👀👀 ➜ of course! it's been quite some time since I last wrote for Shanks, so I kinda enjoyed it a lot! Have fun with this fine sir :3 ✦ tw: NSFT. cheating? rough sex. nipple play. vag. creampie. ✦ masterlist

A loud thump, and the doors of your hotel room opening with a slam. The light filtering through it hit your eyes and it blinds you for at least some seconds, though, you know Shanks has come back home.

Your eyes are still swollen from how much you’ve cried until falling asleep; why he has to do this every damn time? Getting drunk with his friends at Party’s bar? That woman, she is always so sweet to him, and both have quite a past story together… but now, he is with you… so then, why, he goes away from you to spend the nights there while you stay at Foosha village.

“Sh-shanks?” you ask, trying to hide your face into the surrounding dark of your room.

“Baaaaby, I’m back!! Give me some kisses!!” he stumbles upon his own feet, screaming. He hits something against the little table of the hotel room with full clumsiness. Shanks is, for yet another night, drunk.

He drags himself, while he manages to take his white shirt off, to your bed. Shanks flops into your mattress making you jump, but you are used to it so you just turn around facing the wall.

“C’mon… don’t be mad, it’s our last night heeere” he says, hiccupping and sliding towards you with difficulty.

His warm hands round your waist, with that ever-soft touch he manages to still have even while drunk. And as delicate he can be, you know he is nothing like that when lust overcomes his mind.

“Leave me alone, Shanks. You are completely wasted; if you cared about our last night in here you could have stayed with me!” you scream, nuzzling into your pillow. You don’t want him to see your face, nor see his. Deep inside, you are scared of seeing lipstick marks on his neck.

Shanks huffs. “You said you wanted to stay in bed! Why didn’t you tell me that? Or why couldn’t you come with us? I missed you! C’mere, come closer to your daddy” he sloppily says, while pulling your body towards him.

Your back hits his wide chest, his big hands are now pressing onto your lower belly so that your ass can feel the instant grow of his erection.

“No. No sex for you tonight. You smell like alcoh… like alcohol and…” you become silent. There is more than the scent of sake and his usual skin odor; He smells like a different woman’s perfume.

The red haired man, confused and yet so nonchalant doesn’t understand what you are about to say, but he keeps acting -or trying to- cute towards you.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Bed. NOW” you order. Turning around violently and pushing him away.

Shanks gasps. He still doesn’t get it. And probably won’t until you tell him. “But why? Is not the first time I got drunk with the guys, (Name)! calm down!” he says, shaking his drunk state away in some seconds.

“You… you smell like another’s woman perfume. You… you dared to cheat on me…” you painfully tell him, with tears again sprouting from your eyes, blurred vision with rage and grief.

Shanks tilts his head to side. A subtle curl forming on the corner of his lips. “Did I, (Name)?” he asks, coming at you who have already jumped off bed.

You blink twice. Why… the hell… is he acting that way?

He instantly pushes you against the wall, turning you around with your cheek pressed on that cheap hotel wallpaper. Your wrists, pinned against your back, him holding you with just one hand.

���So, you think I cheated on you? Hmm? Aren’t you a sweet jealous girl?” he grunts in your ear, making your legs to quiver and your world spin around.

“You… Shanks… don’t do this to me…” you whine, as his leg spreads yours. His body is your weakness, his sex your doom.

He scoffs, biting your shoulder so sexily. “I am not doing anything you don’t want; you want me to stop? Tell me so” he challenges you, and you know he will absolutely let you go if you asked for it. But you don’t want it; your body says it wants more… even if you are mad, so mad at him.

“Ngh… no… don’t…stop” your lips move on their own; you grimace at yourself… how can he have this strong power over you, that even yourself can’t go against.

Shanks scoffs, the yonkou knows your body like nobody else in this world. Every inch, every part and that little mole on your lower back.

He plants a sweet kiss on your shoulder, and then uses his teeth to let the fine strap of your night gown slide off. It slowly falls down, getting stuck on your breasts against the wall, so, Shanks barely moves you back to separate you from it.

When the dress finally falls to your feet, he turns you around violently enough to hit your back against the wall. Shanks take the time to adore your erected nipples, the way your breasts were presented to him like if they were nothing but his treasure.

“So many women, but none like you…” he moans, getting closer to cup one of your boobs into his hand while kneeling for his mouth to reach it out. As his lips get any closer, he takes just the tip of his tongue to lick your nipple. Then, he softly blows on it. Thus, it gets harder and your sweet moaning reaches his ears.

You stay there, debating whether you should now run your fingers through his crimson hair or simply allow him to suck and devour you. But ultimately, and as he nibbles on you so deathly, you finally grab a fistful of his hair.

Pulling his head back and forth, you encourage for him to keep doing just exactly that. It makes you whine, and moan and your legs tremble and your panties dampen.

And that wet spot, that Shanks adore to find, meet his crimson eyes finally. A smirk on his sexy façade, and his hand reaching for it with no shame. Index playing over your lingerie, spreading such wetness around, playing with your labia and your sanity.

“So wet for me, aren’t you? That’s why you are so jealous… you desire me, you want me just for you, don’t you?” he asks, licking his fingertip.

Your cheeks burn, you can’t look at him. After all, he is right. You can’t say no to him, you just want him for your own… only yours, every single night just for you.

“Did the cat got your tongue, baby?” he asks, laughing and then nuzzling right on your core. He inhales deeply, getting a reach taste of your arousal. Thing he clearly enjoys. “I’m so glad your fragrance is one in a million… you smell so good, so delicious… you are so unique, doll. Your perfume can’t be found anywhere”  

Sweet nothings that make you shiver. He dares to comment on your perfume when he actually smells like another women’s perfume… what an asshole… what a sexy asshole… that knows exactly, so precisely, what to do with your needy body.

Shanks lips are now placed over your absolutely dripping wet panties. A fabric that’s almost transparent, that Shanks will make even wetter with his tongue. He sucks, playing with that sensation of fine humid cloth over overheated sex.

You squirm, once again reaching for his hair. “Just… do it…” you beg, asking so desperately for him to pull your underwear finally down. But the more you plead, the more he will make you wait.

“So desperate… what else are you desperate for, (Name)? You want my dick deep inside of you? You want me to fill you with my cum and leave your cunt dripping with it? You want me to make you scream my name and beg for more?” he asks, his ego is as big as his erection.

You bite your lower lip. The warmth of his breathe over your wetness is making you insanely needy; and even if you wish to disagree you can’t… “Yes, all of those things and more. Fuck me please, I want more”

“Heh…” he smirks, pulling your panties off in a violent swift motion. You almost fall, but his nose and mouth stop you from it. It’s like you are about to face sit him, and that’s exactly what he wants.

With just one hand, Shanks is able to move you around as he pleases and so, by pushing your ass against his mouth your sex covers half his face. You can feel him scoffing on your sex, using his tongue to penetrate you, drinking your lustful elixir, sucking your clit from time to time.

Your eyes become white; you can’t take it any longer… orgasm is on its way.

Shanks sometimes needs to stop to take some air, even if you are the one that can’t breath properly. Your chest goes up and down, hastily trying to infuse some oxygen into your blood, in your concupiscence fogged brain.

And as climax is about to hit, and Shanks is willing to drink it all, he uses his thumb to rub up and down your pleasure button… he knows how to make you explode. And he has just achieved it.

You tremble against his mouth, while he keeps sucking and licking and when it’s almost over you are thrown to the bed still in heaven.

“Ask me to fuck you” he orders, letting his brownish capri fall to the ground. “Fuck me, please…” you whine, with dishevelled hair and still panting.

Hard as a rock he climbs to the bed, lifting your legs up his shoulders. He loves that position, because he can go deeper that way and the way gravity works makes his cum to slide even deeper inside you.

You curl your back; with your head thrown back and your chest up, you take the first thrust. No soft slide in but impaling you with no mercy he begins to fuck you. You try to grasp the sheets, but you can’t even do it as he goes in and out so hard.

“Do you… really… thought… I fucked another… woman??” he asks, each word making his thrusts more violent.

“You- you …” you whine, trying to argue back, grimacing as yet again climax approaches.

Shanks bends forward to you, making you fold as if you were made of gum, feeling as the tip of his sex has stretched you to the point you can feel it in your lungs.

He grabs your cheeks in between his fingertips, squeezing and moving your head to the side. “Look at that…ngh…” he says, in between orgasmic waves hitting his core.

You blink, noticing a little packaging standing right on the bedside table. “Foosha Perfumerie” it says, engraved in it with golden letters.

“You idiot!... ah… fuck… fuck~” “An idiot, yes. But only for you… your perfume is hella difficult to find, so I asked them for a new one! now… keep it all inside, alright?”

[roxasbooth]

There was more demand for the EPIC: The Musical AU where Poseidon starts to grow fond of Telemachus

You ask and you shall receive 👀

Also I'm naming this AU "Graced by The Sea" and will tag it as such-

So! Here's more of it!

——————————

•Poseidon is walking around Ithaca's shores in disguise, as a young Telemachus happens to stumble upon him:

The silence got a bit long as the young boy and the sea god stared at each other, Telemachus with curiosity and Poseidon with annoyance.

Telemachus finally broke the silence: "Hello mister, are you also waiting for your family to return from the sea?"

Poseidon: "Errr..."

Telemachus: "It's fine if you don't want to tell me...but I know who you're waiting for would come back eventually, just as my dad will!"

Poseidon, for some reason, couldn't contain his newfound curiosity towards this child: "Who is your father, boy?"

The kid answered: "The king of Ithaca, of course!"

Poseidon stared at the child silently. Emotions were raging inside of his head like a whirlpool. This was...the son of Odysseus? The man who'd blinded his child?

Revenge was an option, and it was the one most prominent. Why shouldn't he get his very much deserved revenge right there and at this moment? He could just—

"Are you waiting for your son, mister?" The kid tugged at his robe.

Poseidon's heartbeat picked up. This was the perfect opportunity, the perfect time, and yet...

"...Perhaps." He simply answered.

"Well," the child gave him a smile, "I'm sure he'd be back before you know it!"

Poseidon nodded slightly, if that even was a nod.

"I need to return now, my mom would be worried. Goodbye, mister!" The young boy waved at him and then ran off.

Poseidon just stood there, staring at the young boy who was running back home.

The sea was then restless, and it remained as such for the rest of that day.

[soapyghostie]

Hi there 👀

Can I have Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair and Jason Voorhees with Male S/O who gets tense/irritated and angry easily? For example, someone is talking too much and male s/o gets so tense, his body is hard as a rock and he starts breathing heavily.

Hey! Hope you like it!

Thomas Hewitt

Honestly, for once, Hoyt is actually scared of someone. He doesn’t even try to bother messing with Thomas anymore ever since you showed up. Hoyt likes to push people’s buttons all the time, however when he did it to you, he got sucker punched in the jaw and was out like a light. Yeah! That’s what you get for calling Tommy a worthless piece of shit! 

Whenever Thomas sees you starting to get angry, he’ll take you somewhere secluded away from the family and make you take deep, calming breaths. He doesn’t want you to get so blinded by rage that you hurt any other of his family members. 

He’ll make you help him with his chores. You can’t get angry if your mind is busy with something else, right? Thomas has a short temper too and keeping busy helps him stay calm. You don’t have time to worry about stuff that bothers you when there are things to be done. 

Well, apparently chores didn’t work. Yeesh! Thomas thought his temper was bad, but yours is definitely worse. You seriously get angry over the smallest things. It irritates him how easily angered you get. Yes, he’ll be your personal punching bag all you want, but you also become dangerous to the rest of his family. 

He sits you down and you guys identify your triggers. He even suggests you go seek a professional to help you manage your anger. Thomas even gets Hoyt to agree to letting you see a counselor in the next town over. He just doesn’t want to get uppercutted to outer space again. 

Lester Sinclair

Bo doesn’t mess with you or make fun of Lester anymore. When he first got introduced to you as Lester’s boyfriend, he shamed Lester for being gay right in front of your face. You got so angry and Bo could tell too; he could see how tense your muscles were and how tightly you balled up your fists. He was about to tease you when…. WHACK! You gave Bo the blackest black eye no one has ever seen before. Let’s just say that black eye took weeks to heal. 

When Lester starts seeing you get angry, he tells you to hop in his truck and takes you for a joy ride! Yay! Fun! 😃 You guys like to drive to a lake not far from Ambrose. Nature is pretty calming so Lester hopes you’ll find a sense of mind while fishing the lake. 

Your anger gets the best of you around tourists, especially when they make a rude comment to or about Lester. Lester is pretty used to rude comments: it normally doesn’t bother him. However, this one time you and him were taking some tourists to Ambrose when one of them made an awful comment that actually upset Lester. You didn’t hesitate. You threw yourself into the backseat and strangled him: you ended up killing him.

Bo and Vincent had to confront Lester about your temper because it was ruining their scheme. You killing tourists before they even stepped foot in Ambrose would put them on the map for the police to start investigating and they didn’t want that. Bo told Lester if he didn’t get you under control that Vincent would turn you into a wax figure. 

That sent Lester in a panic. He sat with you and talked about your temper. You agreed to go see a counselor to learn to control your anger. Lester takes you every week to the next town over for your counseling sessions and you guys even get ice cream afterwards. 🙂

Jason Voorhees

When Jason first came across your short temper, you guys weren’t even dating yet. In fact, you guys didn’t even know each other at all. You and your friends were all sitting around a campfire on the Crystal Lake property, Jason stalking you guys from in the woods afar. One of your friends decided to tell the tragic story of the Voorhees. During the story, one of your other friends made a nasty comment on Jason’s face and you exploded in their face. 

Flash forward, Jason is pretty aware of your temper and knows every single thing that triggers it. He does everything he can to avoid your temper. All he wants is to not be yelled at. It makes him sad so please don’t yell at him. He’s a sweet boy. 🥺 

Your anger drives you to kill. Everytime you overhear someone talk bad about Jason, you tense up. You're just so blinded by rage that someone would say such awful things about your Jason. He didn’t even do anything wrong to them… yet. Hey! Is that an ax in the tree stump? Dead. After that, you continuously stomp on their head. Jason has to pull you away from the corpse and make you do your breathing exercises.

When he sees you getting angry, he’ll take your hand and out to the lake. He’ll have you sit on the grass looking out towards the lake and you guys will just stay in nature for hours, taking in the fresh air and nature’s sounds.

He makes sure you keep busy. Jason found out that crafts keep you calm: it’s almost like a therapy session! He thinks anyways. 🤔 He does love to do them with you though. His favorite is flower crowns. You guys will make matching flower crowns and you both look cute with them on too. 🙂

[mfdragon]

Hey there

Thoughts on ‘A Glitch in Time’ and if it’s canonicity will affect the Good Vlad AU?

If you’ve addressed this before, I’m sorry, but I didn’t see anything, and I’m kinda intrigued on how that dynamic would work

I have answered this kinda but I can go into more detail now since some time has passed.

I loved Glitch in Time! It was FUN; it was CREATIVE; and I loved just seeing all the characters again having an adventure together. I enjoyed the lore exploration, the extra nuance they gave Dan and the veeeery interesting future plot potential with him and Vlad 👀

It made me real happy (and sad as well) to see how happy Jack was to see Vlad again, despite everything. And yea speaking of Vlad oh ma lawd I NEVER THOUGHT ID GET TO SEE HIM FINALLY OPEN UP ABOUT HIS TRUE FEELINGS!! Happy also to see Danny was weary and didn’t trust him completely but still the ending was interesting, held a lot of potential and everyone is in a good place.

Now as for my own story; it’s interesting that the comic revealed that Vlad’s obsession was fueled by fear. I thought that was very interesting and it does make sense, since being abandoned and left in pain is probably his biggest trauma. However, I always liked and suspected his obsession was more linked with anger, since it’s connected to revenge and being blinded by rage. And that’s mostly what I’m going to be focusing on in my au. I don’t know if I’d be adding Dan or Danni into my story, especially since my au takes place after TUE but before Secret Weapons. (Mostly because the cloning thing for me was like, ah hell I can’t redeem this guy once he gets to THIS point like damn son. And attempted Jazz-icide as well; can’t forgive him for that at all :/)

Sorry for the ramble and I hope some of that made sense ✨

[moodyseal]

i hear you are 🤡clowning🤡 over Commodus coming to his senses so I have slid into your inbox to 🤡clown🤡 with you about it

What 🤡clown🤡 thoughts have you been harboring about this👀

for science.

🤡<-me and you

SOMEONE WILLING TO CLOWN WITH ME A BIT okay uhm. I was mostly having thoughts about the reasons for his behaviour, actually, and in the end I came to the conclusion that he's not entirely unredeemable, or at least he wasn't up until the fight at the Waystation in TDP, where he became a serious threat to the lives of the people who lived there (and actually got Heloise killed)

Like, if you ignore for a moment his past deeds and historical background (because if we accepted the atrocities as quirky parts of Apollo's personality we can do the same for him /j) and look at what he actually did for the first two thirds of the book, you'll notice that he wasn't as cruel as, say, Caligula or Nero. For example, he didn't kill all the prisoners he was holding captive, like Caligula would've done, even if Georgina (and maybe Hunter, since she's one of Artemis' hunters) was the only one that was actually useful in luring Apollo in, and at the end of the book he was still agreeing to let everyone go as long as Apollo and Meg went with him.

This shows that he is capable of some kind of restraint and not totally incapable to be reasoned with, which makes for some solid villain redemption arc material; the only problems, other than his small bloodlust problem that, again, we'll skip over for now and deal with some other day, are

a) the behavioural issues his relationship with his father led to (that could've been actually dealt with if only someone told him that therapists are an option today),

b) his ugly, horrid desire of revenge against Apollo,

and c) his narcissistic tendencies, which resulted in him not acknowledging the whole concept of. You know. Other people's feelings and how his actions might affect them.

They're all intrinsically tied together, and as a whole they're the main reason why, in the past as well as after his death and deification, Commodus was unwilling to accept any sort of help or suggestion coming from the people around him, and Apollo specifically. Before his death, he didn't acknowledge that there was a problem with his behaviour at all; to him, his actions were always right, and the people around him were vilifying him when he didn't deserve it, all while trying to suffocate his desires and needs. The lack of his father's support throughout his adolescence only intensified those feelings, and at the same time rendered him all the more vulnerable, making him latch strongly onto anyone he felt like would always support him—Apollo, in this case. Inevitably, the betrayal of the only person he trusted unconditionally (which was done for Rome and its citizens' own good, but was still a betrayal) had an explosive result, leading to Commodus' attitude worsening, him becoming effectively deaf to the guidance of anyone who didn't agree with him (when in the past there was a chance that maybe he would have listened to Apollo, at least, had he intervened sooner) and, finally, him making his life's goal destroying Apollo's life.

Despite the fact that any last bit of love Commodus had for him turned into blinding hatred, though, there were still some feelings in his heart that weren't rage. He didn't show them; on the contrary, he tried to hide them, and that's because they were a sign that there was still some vulnerability left in him—that he cared, to a degree. Had Commodus' revenge been the two dimensional kind, where he didn't give any sign of care about what happened two thousand years before and operated solely on the train of thought of "kill, maim, destroy" even when he barely thought about Apollo being the reason he died, I wouldn't have thought of there being a chance of him coming to his senses. But instead, with these feelings, Commodus demonstrated that he didn't forget, and that as much as he hid himself behind his glitter and his spectacles and his luxurious palaces, what Apollo did ultimately affected him. He still cared about what Apollo did in the past, and about what he was doing in the present too. In a way (and this is purely my personal perception, as everything I've written above is) it seemed that, consciously or subconsciously, he was even waiting for some sort of feedback, for a response that Apollo didn't give.

Why else would he insist so much? For what other purpose would he throw back his death in Apollo's face again and again, if not to get a reaction out of him?

I don't actually know how, exactly, it would be possible to fix all these issues, as well as their relationship. I have thought a lot about a scenario where Commodus realizes he's in the wrong, where Apollo manages to bring him to the good side just like he did with Lityerses, and this behaviour of his is exactly the reason why I never figured out how it would happen. How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Apollo tried and failed, didn't he?

Maybe not enough.

It's true that Commodus was a selfish, arrogant man, as it is true that Apollo tried to help him, only giving up on his insistence when the man he loved went down a path of no return. It's also true that he didn't reprimand him for what he did once, trying to get to him through good humour and support, being too permissive when Commodus didn't need permissiveness, but some strength of character from someone he trusted. It's also true that Apollo never apologized.

I don't remember much about TDP and TTT, but didn't Apollo never mention once to Commodus the reasons for what he did? He cried about that day on his own, never with him, never showing Commodus that he has suffered for that murder just as much as he did.

Maybe the apology wouldn't have changed anything, maybe Commodus would've stayed the same ruthless man he's been for the whole series. But I like to think that it could've potentially stirred something inside him anyway.

[trickstertox]

I FINISHED SOMETHING FOR ONCE.

This took me 22 hours and 15 minutes, according to my art program. It was really chugging try to load as the layers added up. In the end, there are 115 layers, including my references.

The poem I used is I Will Rage Against The Dying Of The Light by Eileen Manassin, a response poem to Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas.

Episode 6 was really fun, yeah? That glitch on Grian's end was rather interesting, huh? What if it was more than just a little blip of code? What if it was a glimpse into the afterlife?

Also Episode 8 was so funny and I think it could play into this concept I came up with.

More information under the cut, I just typed... A lot. GEHDNCB

I started this comic a day or two after Episode 6, but it was a big project that took a lot of time and energy. I didn't expect to render at all, yet I did it for the first piece, and pigeonholed myself (/lh).

Jimmy's a golden retriever, we all know he's an excitable ray of sunshine, yeah? I decided that in death, he'd still be blind, seeing everything in thick shadow with glimpses of the world around him. That's why his head is turned when reaching out to Grian, because he only has a vague idea of where he is, but was able to know for sure Lizzie was next to him.

Lizzie perpetually cries (it's scary falling for so far and so long), and has the void in her eyes.

Mumbo doesn't have eyes, but he can still see you. :)

I've drawn Jimmy and Grian before, but never Lizzie or Mumbo. I decided to keep using my old Jimmy art as references for things like face shape, nose, all that. But my Grian art is... Really old. So I scrapped it completely and came up with my own design. I wanted something fresh! Something... New! And I think I delivered, at least I hope I did.

The album art is my thumbnailing... 👀

When I posted this to Instagram, I put November by Sparkbird as the song to play over it, so take that as you will.

[avaantares]

What's Sparda's reaction to Vergil messing up Big Time? 👀

Oof. You know, Sparda doesn't get enough canon screen time to rate as a sympathetic character out right of the gate, but putting him through this is how you make him one.

Just imagine him coming back (after decades of imprisonment, if we're going with the story summary I posted) and finding out that his firstborn son -- the studious one, the one who always behaved more responsibly than his brother, the one he entrusted with the Yamato -- not only undid all the work Sparda spent thousands of years and made great sacrifices to accomplish (sealing Temen-ni-gru, et al.), but also turned against humanity, which Sparda gave up his powerful position in the underworld and waged war against his own master to protect. That with no warmth or apparent regard for his own childhood home, his son completely destroyed the city in which Sparda had built a life and made a family -- a place he probably dreamed of returning, in between whatever tortures were inflicted upon him in his captivity. That the son of his beloved wife had such disdain for the humanity she imparted to him that he tore it out of himself by force. That his own son murdered thousands (perhaps tens of thousands) of humans, of whom Sparda was the self-appointed protector.

I think Sparda's reactions would, in some way, parallel the stages of grief. Shock and disbelief, at first. Then fury. Blinding rage. Possibly even a threat of punishment or extermination, because the things Vergil has done are exactly the kind of threats to humanity that Sparda set himself against.

(This is where it gets fun for a writer, because while Dante has his own extensive set of daddy issues to deal with, I think he would actually stand up to Sparda if he thought Dad was really about to kill his brother. Sparda may be his long-lost father, but Vergil is his twin, and he did not drag his brother's sorry backside back from the brink and follow him into literal hell just to let him get offed by an outsized disciplinary spanking.

Dante would be the one to tell Sparda what Vergil suffered in his absence -- because Vergil certainly wouldn't, and probably deep down believes he deserves punishment anyway -- and, while not justifying Vergil's choices, would at least attempt to convey what a terrible place he was in when he made them.)

After the anger would come mourning for the loving family and the home Sparda had hoped to return to, and which he'll never be able to recover, now that the trust between them has been broken. Eva isn't around to bridge the gap, and the only thing they really have in common now is a unilateral hatred of Mundus.

Ultimately -- meaning, story endgame material -- I think Sparda would be able to come to terms with what Vergil had done, especially if Vergil were clearly no longer the same person who had committed those atrocities (the advantage of a story that's several hundred thousand words in length is that you have room for complex character arcs!). But it would take a lot of time and distance, and a lot of specific writing toward that goal.

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 156: Overheat

💭 THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️ SPOILERS ⚠️]

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix

This was more than I ever imagined. At first, I thought we would have Umemiya & Chika laughing & enjoying the fight like Togame & Sakura in the Shishitoren arc, but I think that won’t be a good approach.

Having that idea happen would give out the kind of relationship or bond that Umemiya and Chika has. With what Nii sensei wrote, yes, i should focus more on Umemiya's point of view and build back up his resolve. Nii sensei has written for us a good chapter.

Finally getting Ume’s pov! This is kind of a parallel to what happened with Togame & Choji, where Togame realizes he should’ve fought or argued with the Shishitoren leader, his best friend; have a conversation.

From these current pages, I don't think Umemiya had a proper conversation with Chika.

Umemiya is glad that Chika is looking at him with what looks like excitement, and heightened interest. Perhaps Ume feels assured that Chika doesn’t see him in a bad light and that he has a chance to connect with him, even though they disagree on ideals.

Ok there's quite a lot to unpack about this part of Umemiya’s internal monologue.

Ume admitted he was blinded by his rage towards Chika for involving the town when all they wanted was him. But it’s not until his head finally cleared up, that he realized how it’s all his fault.

Umemiya has been treating Chika as an enemy. That he ruined their peace. When in fact, in the beginning, he wanted Chika to be part of that peace. Ume just didn't understand why he didn't want to. He never tried. He just let Chika be when he left Furin.

Now, we understand why Endo talks about Umemiya that way. That he was selfish.

Ume has been shoving his ideals on them. Whenever they fought, it’s always “If I win, you JOIN me” or “If I win, acknowledge MY GOALS”. Umemiya was trying to FORCE Chika to give in to his wants, without acknowledging Chika’s feelings or fully understanding him.

When Umemiya says these lines (refer to panels above), it’s not to end the fight with Chika. It’s to put an end to the whole thing. And that is by getting to FINALLY understand each other. Umemiya knew he should’ve done this before and this mess wouldn’t have happened.

I wonder how their conversation will turn out. Will they truly see eye to eye? Or perhaps find a bit of common ground? Whatever will happen, we will at least get to know more of Chika Takiishi.

Things get spicy when Chika starts throwing not just one but TWO tables! Umemiya hit all of them but Chika used that to hide himself in order to get close and land a horrible punch to the gut.

Now we got a chair AND A TABLE thrown off the roof!

I unfortunately have experienced a hit to the gut (not through a fist fight btw). Rather than feeling nauseous, you truly have the wind knocked out of you and depending how hard you're hit, you'll be bordering between being conscious and unconscious.

And Umemiya has been receiving more blows on the stomach in this chapter. Now wonder he looks like he's about to pass out at the end😬

I know it’s a typical shounen thing but still, Ume saying this line is not beating the Gojo-alike allegations (other than having the same Japanese VA)

“My kouhai/student is watching” I actually like this culture of taking care & guiding your juniors. They want what's best for them. I don't often see that here in my country where the older or seniors try their best to be a good example to their juniors.

The way I kicked and screamed when it FINALLY RAINED!! I KNEW IT! Thank you, Nii sensei (although i expected it in the middle of the fight and not near the end of it haha. Maybe saved for a more dramatic flare later👀)

Ume is proud of Sakura! 😭 Like I said in the previous chapter, without our Main Character Sakura there, Ume wouldn't have snapped out of it. All the more, Sakura has given him strength and motivation to win this fight. The fact that he's in this rooftop with him, and sitting beside his opponent, a "Furin legend", Umemiya just knew Sakura did an impossible feat.

Sakura has sealed it for Ume that he is worthy of taking his place as the top, the future leader. He's all the more happy!

For a while, I forgot Endo was known to be a legend. But after we got to know him these past chapters, he’s become more of a silly psycho in love to me. 😆

Chika having that moment like Endo had with Sakura. He saw something in Umemiya’s face and backed out. What could it be? Something similar to Endo? Or is it he can finally see Umemiya clearly now? (If it's true that he has face blindness)

The moment Chika froze and Umemiya clutched his wrist & called his name, it’s over.

Jeez! A freakin' sucker punch to Chika’s pretty face. Do you think Chika is knocked out? Or just disoriented? With how this was a closing to a mini arc of Umemiya, I assume they will finally have that talk. I don't think there's anything more to be said in their fight.

This has been a satisfying chapter. Again, it's more that I ever imagined it to be. The high we feel absorbing Umemiya’s perspective & resolve and through their fists. What a way to wrap it up!

Thanks for reading! 💚🎐 Break next week! Next chapter will be up on Oct 8, Tuesday!

🧵Twitter/X Version 📖Where to read: Kodansha | Other 📺Watch Season 1 now (S2 in 2025!): Crunchyroll, Netflix