#but also sometimes you struggle so fucking much with shadows and lighting that you just

[ahollowgrave]

Day 27: Snow

A small painting tucked into a worn album of similar paintings. The cover of the album is worn leather made shiny by many hands over the years.

All of the paintings are of the convent's errant daughter through the years. The most recent a sledding scene with her karakul companion and those moths.

Tucked at the back of the book is a bundle of letters. Each from Odette, each detailing one of the painted adventures.

[yzafre]

Rise Magic Watch - Rise pt 2

Part 1

Helllll yess, its time for the boys' magic

We've got Raph, and his shadow clone no jutsu nonsense.

So cool. Can he see out of them, do you think? Like how does he coordinate them?

Also - in this fight we see him purely using many copies, no kaiju-form. In the movie, he returns to Kaiju-form, but no clones. What I'm saying is there's an unfilled space for the Ultimate Raph Fight where he uses both.

Although - do you think there's like... an tank of energy that has to get shared? Like, making a full-sized clone takes this much energy, growing this much bigger takes that much energy. So that limits how many clones he can make/how big he can get/any space in the middle?

....can he make tiny Raph clones?

April follows up with her magic bat - and teams up with Karai!

It looks like Karai actually communicates with her a bit, giving her a plan/idea. And I love April handing off the bat for Karai to get a hit in! Having a character host a Hamato ghost is honestly really fun.

Mikey is interesting, in that he doesn't actually show that much new. He's got more finesse in his control over the chains, but it's not a sharp change in ability like the others. We're gonna put a pin in that.

Donnie debuts his ninpo! And I love that we all believe he doesn't struggle, because his ninpo is his tech! It's expressed as something he understands intrinsically! The little woosh of the mystic energy back into his bow when he dismisses the rocket-hammer, mimicing the way his tech would collapse - mwah.

And now. finally.

What the fuck is up with Leo's fucking powers

Listen. LISTEN. I thought it was pretty simple. Here's a sword - there's a sword. He pulls himself from one to the other. but. But. When watching at .25 speed, there's a lot of little... quirks? Like. Okay. Okay.

Let's look at this series here. So Leo sends his sword flying (with a kick, lmao - ALSO! Remember back when I mentioned in Battle Nexus New York, all the sword-throwing? well look what's here!) and then. And then!

Okay. So, the sword flies in that translucent form AND Leo vanishes into a beam of light - a light which seems to follow the sword around.

This is actually very common - both the sword acting as a.... portal anchor? Being translucent and Leo turning into the blue light. But it looks slightly different sometimes!

So, here - the sword doesn't glow, Leo just morphs through the air.

Or!

Here. so, Leo vanishes in light, then the sword is translucent, then there's more light, then Raph is there.

It's like. It's... Is Leo himself the portal? Or is he wrapping it so precisely it's only on him/whoever he's portaling? Can he just... step in and out of portal-space at-will?

Except! You can actually watch his energy moving through this reality at certain points - which reminds me more of some of the things we've seen Mayhem do!

It's definitely clear that the swords are some kind of anchor-point for him. Which, I mean, he transformed them from spades to katana with his own Ninpo, I sure hope he'd be able to find them! But, like... am I reading this right that he can sense their location? Would that be at all times? Only when teleporting? Is there a distance limit?

Look, from a functional standpoint what he can do is pretty simple - teleport to his swords, swap people between them - but how he does it... I feel like there's some quirks there I'm still wrapping my head around. I'm going to be chewing on this for a while.

But! Now that we've seen the final form of their powers, there's a series-long conversation I want to wrap up.

On the subject of mystic weapons

From the beginning, we've been gathering evidence (and ignoring word of god information) to try and make a decision between two ways the boys' weapons could work:

The weapons had abilities inherent to them, which then imprinted on the boys

The boys had inherent powers, which the weapons pulled upon

This episode has our last bit of evidence to add to the stack: the boys' get upgraded versions of the powers they've been using, without the original mystic weapons being present. Now, you could say that the weapons shape the boys' mystic energies over the time-frame of the series, but thematically I think it makes more sense for the abilities to be unique to them.

The only problem we have to reconcile, then, is Splinter using Leo's sword to make a portal - but I believe there's an entirely reasonable interpretation of the text that covers that.

I believe that when mystic weapons of those kind are activated, they take an imprint of the wielder's magic. In a sense, I think they're beginner/training weapons!

An imprint like that would allow a person to practice with a limited version of their powers without having to focus on accessing/channeling from their mystic energy. The weapon would handle that for you. Hmm... like learning to drive an automatic, rather than a stick-shift, maybe?

Interestingly, I think this could also account for Mikey's little demon spirit in his weapon. It's noted in the movie that Michelangelo grows up to be the "greatest mystic warrior". If Mikey had a greater amount of mystic energy from the start, maybe the weapon absorbed too much when trying to take the imprint and... overloaded. And became semi-sentient in a way that both... is and isn't him. It's an echo of his soul, I guess?

And! And if you follow that train of thought! It would explain why Mikey's learning curve is smoother than his brother's, as noted above - he had a greater proportion of his mystic energy available in his "training weapon" than the others, so he's not getting as much of a boost/difference at the end.

Under that line of thought, I would say that in Bug Busters when Raph went kaiju for the first time, he was tapping into not just his ninpo, but his own energy for the first time, rather than the imprint in the tonfa.

Anyways! That's my interpretation based on what's in the text - which largely matches the world of god explanation, in the end. So good on them for depicting it well!

And that's all the magic I noted to look at! I feel like I ended up doing a lot more observation than synthesis in this series - maybe I'll follow this up with a "theory of mystic" post at some point, giving my head-canons based on what we've seen? And I should definitely make a post about the movie sometime soon...

But for now, it's been fun. See you around!

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Incorrect quotes

@trappedinfanfiction quotes were so great - I had to try 😂

Incorrect quotes generator if you want to try!

Blades of light and shadow

Tyril: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know.

Mal: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Imtura: Yes! You are so attractive right now.

Tyril: Stop.

******

MC: What is it called when you kill a friend?

Tyril: Homicide.

Nia: Murder.

Mal: Homiecide.

******

Mal: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Tyril?

Tyril: No.

Mal: I think I speak for Tyril when I say it sounds really super.

Wake the Dead

Troy: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Angel: The final boss.

Shannon: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?

Troy: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

******

Angel: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

******

MC: Angel, Troy, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

Angel, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Troy is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

Troy: I love you too :)

Heaven's Secret

Lucifer: “Struggle with depression” would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

******

Dino: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it.

Lucifer: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

******

Lucifer: This is horrible.

Mimi: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Lucifer: No, it’s not that, it’s Vicky.

Mimi: ...

Lucifer: It’s just like, I can’t get her out of my head and every time I look at her I have this pain in my chest, and I just know it’s her fault, that bitch!

******

Mimi: Truth or dare?

Vicky: Dare.

Mimi: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Vicky: Hey Lucifer?

Lucifer, blushing: Yeah?

Vicky: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Dino.

******

Dino: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Mimi: Um...Neat.

*later*

Mimi, lying face down on the bed: I said "Neat," Luci. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Lucifer, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Mimi. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Vicky confessed her love for me?

Mimi: Didn't you thank her?

Lucifer: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked her.

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas Chapter 53: Let There Be Light🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~

…

Shadow Curses.

When you fight them, an ominous tune begins to play. A grueling symphony that has you both fearful for your group and perplexed by the daunting harmony.

Shadow curses were more aggressive and stronger than the others. The regular curse spirits were simple mobs that you killed. Some of them range from different strengths and levels depending on where you are, but for the most part, they were just dirt off your shoulder. Sometimes you tried to run or avoid them because you didn’t want to deal with them.

There were also of course the curse bosses such as Jogo, Hanami, Dagon, Mahito, and Rika, but those were bosses.

Shadow curses were like the updated trash mobs you fight when you are getting to the more difficult part of the game. You try to avoid them just because you don’t want to use too many supplies and they are trickier to fight. More of an annoyance, until you learn Divine light. Then it’s easier.

You first come into contact with them one random blood moon and after that, it continues to persist throughout the game. You meet Priestest Utahime who helps you strengthen your light magic and teaches you the special move Divine light.

One thing that you are learning now is that shadow creatures consume dark magic to get their strength. You thought all of its power derived from Kenjaku or the blood moon. Now you realize this fight here is what gives it to them. The witches’ home is their feasting grounds. You could feel the abundance amount of energy flowing through the floors alone. The energy that courses through this place is insane. If you don’t do something…the monsters will get stronger and much too powerful for even you to handle. If that happens they will consume your pack. It was like a ticking time bomb. Your curse energy was the timer. Once that runs out…

Fuckity fuck- you rubbed at your throat, your voice growing hoarse from all the screaming. Your alphas still persisted as you began to drown in uncertainty.

One episode down and you are already dealing with high-level mobs. You thought all of this was going to be a cakewalk, you planned so carefully but you keep coming into contact with shit you shouldn’t be fighting so soon. Your light magic isn’t anywhere where it needs to be. You mainly used it to heal not fight. You didn’t think you would require it till later.

“It’ll be okay, don’t stress out.” Toji rubbed your back gently, sensing your discomfort.

“We will keep you safe.” Nanami added.

“I’m going to attack the barrier, there’s only so much it can handle, step back.” Sukuna rolled his shoulders as he took his true form, ready to charge.

That was a silly idea. “No Sukuna, you could hurt yourself.”

“That’s why I have you to heal me back up.” Sukuna got in a crouch, as the others pulled you aside to safety.

“Can we just wait a minute-“

“There’s no time-“

“We can take turns too if need be “

*BAM!*

There was a loud slam, followed by scuffing and shuffling as if someone was dragging themselves along the wall. Your eyes darted to Mai who struggles to get to you, a deep scowl on her face as she bores you with the most scornful expression. Her body looks bloodied and abused. Like she had a wild dance with rocks.

“You!” She hissed holding her gun up. “How are you doing this!?”

“It’s not us!” Gojo scoffed.

“Let me-“You put a hand upon Satoru and gave a look to your alphas before you rested your gaze on the beta. “Mai… those creatures are of the shadow realm, your magic can’t kill them and the witches are only feeding them, making them stronger.” You hold up your hand as it shines with white light, “I can fend them off Mai please-“

“This is a trick! To let you out!” Mai thrust her gun forward making your alphas growl and try to stand between you and a possible bullet.

You push them aside, “Mai! My betas are out there! I would do nothing to harm them! Do you understand?! And Nobara-Maki- and Todo! They are my friends! I don’t want to see any of them get hurt! You have to believe me!”

Mai’s hand trembled and you heard more screams- and then it was silenced with a loud crunch. That was another life… gone… you choked on a sob, “Mai! They can’t defend themselves! Please! There’s no time for this!”

“You’re lying!”

“I-it’s not me! If you don't let me out, they will all die fuck-“ You duck down to grab a sharp rock.

“What are you doing-“

You didn’t allow your alphas to stop you as cut your hand. Thrusting it out you offered it to Mai, “I will make a blood oath with my life-“

“The hell you will!” You gasped feeling Nanami snatch your wrist back, you didn’t mean to activate yandere Nanami but here you are, “Do you know what a blood oath is little girl?” He growled out rather upset with you. Your other alphas looked to share his sentiment.

A blood oath was more than a pinky promise. Think of it like a contract you cannot rip up. By the laws of nature, you will be held accountable.

“I-I don’t know what else to do!” You whined.

“I’ll make the blood oath.” Getou took the rock from you.

“No, me!” Gojo stepped forward.

“Enough!” Mai shouted at you all. “Just…just save them please…” She slid down the wall and with one last ounce of strength she tossed the key toward you.

Sukuna caught it with ease, turning it inward as he unlocked the gate.

“Don’t you ever do something so reckless again.” Nanami gave you a pointed look, not letting you go until you agreed.

“Yes sir…I’m sorry.” Pleased with your answer he released you. You stepped out and then pointed to Mai, “Can one of you carry her, I’m going to need to save as much of my light magic as possible.”

Sukuna shook his head, “She will slow us down.”

“Yes, we will remember her noble sacrifice.” Gojo saluted, “Thank you, Megan.”

You rolled your eyes, “Someone pick her up and let’s go!”

...

~

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[talaofthevalley]

Vibe check for borderline crack but also kinda serious AU where Baldr somehow finds himself heart freeloading in Riku years after his death, and now Riku has a keyblade wielder with a body count hanging around over the events of the mainline games. Baldr haunting the narative figuratively AND literally.

Extra features such as Riku and Baldr having extra strong light in them because to quote the intro to KH1 "the closer you get to light the greater your shadow becomes" but much like how negative times can easily overtake positive ones, it's not easily noticeable.

Featuring events such as:

Hanging around Destiny Islands as an incorporeal ghost that can barely interact with Riku but spending most of his time sleeping or at ease kinda does wonders for all those repressed emotions and trauma.

Adults think Riku has an imaginary friend. Riku was halfway convinced he was being haunted thanks to Baldr's white hair, eyes and lashes.

Baldr gets attached. Just a little bit.

Watching Riku struggle with his inner darkness and feeling abandoned in KH1 hits a little too close for comfort for Baldr, but hey, he knows from experience that anyone's voice would be preferable to the darkness.

Baldr clocking Xehanort almost immediately and going what the fuck. What the hell are you doing. Bastard what happened to you after all these years. Finds out Xehanort's trying to create Kingdom Hearts and is all OH so when *I* try to do it, you kill me, but if it's you, it's totally fine? I hope the kid beats your ass.

Baldr popping in as a voice in the climax and giving Ansem Seeker of Darkness a crisis before he dies, which he didn't quite *mean* to but he can still read emotions as a heart ghost. Feels kinda good he's not gonna lie.

Riku eventually grows taller than Baldr and he feels slighted. Offended. You're supposed to be a pipsqueak stop that.

Riku instead of turning into Ansem SoD in KH2 takes on the form of Baldr from connecting with his own darkness and, by proxy, Baldr. Instead of getting taller he gets shorter.

Cue Baldr weighing the pros and cons of Riku revealing his new form in front of Xemnas like- Cons: The possible rise of danger my heart innkeeper will be in. Pros: Chaos.

Sora squinting at Baldr!Riku until he screams and points like "YOU'RE THE GUY! FROM RIKU'S DRAWINGS! THE GHOST!" and Kairi doesn't get it until Sora reminds her of the guy Riku sometimes talked about when they were kids and drew pictures of and then SHE'S pointing like !??!!?! and Riku's like uuuuhhhh I can explain but it'll take a while.

"You know Xehanort? Why didn't you say anything??" "Yeah he was my classmate. And then he executed me after I killed the others in our class. And some of our upperclassmen. It's not the best conversation opener."

Riku becoming understandably distressed once he finds out how exactly Baldr died and the lead-up to his breakdown. Has to go talk to Mickey and be reassured that if Riku ever loses his way in the darkness again, they'll pull him right out no matter how many times it takes.

Baldr tries very, very hard not to be bitter.

"My feelings about my friends, sister and place of birth are complicated on the best of days, but I'm glad you don't have to live with the suffocating guilt and anxiety that there's something inherently wrong with you for having even a sliver more darkness in you than what's considered acceptable and worrying your loved ones will put you down if they find out. I'm glad you have people who understand you, and who try to understand you."

"Do you ever wish you could meet your sister again?" "I'm content mourning her."

The state of Sora, Riku and Kairi's friendship and complicated feelings about each other is almost enough to give Baldr an aneurysm when he feels them.

The fun of DDD where Baldr can take a solid form inside the dream realm and meets young Xehanort when his death is still fresh in his mind :^ )

Baldr, finding out about what happened with Eraqus and his apprentices; "Goddamnit Eraqus."

Someone telling Riku to follow his heart and he goes "Are you asking me to kill?"

Baldr; The number one guy who can get under Xehanort's skin and tear down his 'specialest guy' mindset, and only partly because his emotions are an open book to him. Takes a look at adult versions of him and goes "Oh I want to bully him so bad, it'd be so easy." Xehanort; Has spent the last decades researching darkness because of Baldr, while also pointedly not thinking about Baldr, that Baldr killed their friends, or that Xehanort killed him.

Why is Baldr in Riku? Eeeh, unsure. Mayhaps the kids were all meant to go to Quadratum after they died but Baldr went "nope" and drifted around instead until Riku was born and his heart went "oh twinsies". Maybe his classmates have been looking for him, after time has passed to think and reflect yet there's still been no sign of him.

And since I'm a sucker for happy endings all the DR kids reunite in Quadratum and Xehanort and Baldr can now kick each other's ankles and be the kind of pair that would be unbelievably toxic where they different people but it somehow works. Being able to read your partner's emotions would be very one-sided in any situation except where they can read yours right back.

[kharonion]

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ

Warnings: Mentions of grief (specifically, grief dreaming)

“C’mon, V. Want to show you around.”

He recognizes this place from the rockerboy’s memories. Atlantis. Only this time, he’s not in Johnny’s likeness… no, no, he’s here. And Johnny’s chatting with him like they’d been chooms for years. Hell, he even shares a drink with the man. It all feels… so real.

“I want to thank you, V. For everything… but especially for this. For giving me… peace, I guess. Feels fuckin’ weird. But, it’s also pretty fuckin’ good.”

“You deserve it, you know. Much as you want to believe you don’t.”

Johnny laughs, and it’s contagious. “Wanted to. Past tense. You’ve taught me a lot, V… but that’s gotta be the most important one. Wish I could repay you—”

“Oh, shut up, J. You’ve done more than enough. I wouldn’t be here without you—and I mean that.”

“Well, fuck. Cheers to that, you grumpy bastard.”

They sit. They drink. They talk, laugh, joke. 

And then, he wakes up. Drenched in a cold sweat, his head fucking pounding.

He sighs. Sinks his head back into the wall of plush pillows, rubs his face with his hands. The soft snoring beside him is grounding. He’s trying to mend his cracking composure because fuck, every time he wakes from these dreams, the loneliness eats at the fiber of his being.

Vikt trudges to the bathroom, habitually popping open his handful of medication bottles and downing them. The cold water soothes his burning throat, feels good as he washes his face. And there he stays, hands clenching the vanity’s edge, chin tucked to his chest.

Still, he haunts him. 

Still. 

He starts to shake. Fuck.

He misses him. Misses those stupid quips, that irritatingly cheeky smirk… and strangely, the rockerboy’s company, invasive as he could be sometimes. 

Misses the man who quickly became the only family Vikt’s ever had.

A light drip begins hitting the sink, though the faucet has since been turned off. His throat tightens, throbs. Struggling to contain the sobs lodged there, and he can’t swallow them down. They escape. Echo against the linoleum walls. They’re loud, pained, stricken with grief. 

Still, he’s gone. 

And yet, he can’t leave.

“Babe,” a rasping voice, fatigued and concerned, drawls from the doorway. That familiar, warm presence presses right against his back, gentle hands snaking around to rest over his heart—his heart that hurts…

“Do you… still see him sometimes?”

Gently, lips meet the notch between his shoulder blades. “Yeah. Mostly reminiscing on the old days, y’know?” He trails off. The way he always does when his thoughts toe into the shadows, before he quickly recovers his path. “Same dream?”

“Yeah. Same one.” Vikt sighs, tries to wipe the grogginess from his eyes. “Fuck, Ker, it just… always feels so real. He takes me there, and he talks to me like I’m there. It’s like he’s… like he’s not actually gone. He fucking thanks me… and then I always wake up feeling… devastated, almost…”

Kerry hums. He understands. “My guru always told me it was grief dreams. Said they usually happen when your brain hasn’t processed the loss… or somethin’ like that. I had them for a while… after, y’know…”

“They ever go away?”

“No,” Kerry whispers, kissing the spot again, “but it does get easier. I promise, babe.”

[castingcomets]

Hey so I'm a 22 year old female and I lived my whole life not knowing thag you can only get pregnant during this ~5 day window around ovulation. I had to find out in anatomy class last night. I heard that the ovulated egg is only viable for 24 hours and thag sperm are only viable for 2-3 days and I said Hey wait a minute. I had to raise my hand and ask

I mean I HAD MY STRONG SUSPICIONS from things like, pop culture info, why people track their cycles (but I didnt REALLY know why they did it I thought it was sort of .... a superfluous behavior? But the existence of the practice cued me in that there was something), the existence of the menstrual cycle and I heard once thag it was to maintain some autonomy for the "host" since pregnancy is very intense and invasive in humans, the fact that humans are very sexual animals but theres no way they can just be getting pregnant all the time ... I seriously have been pondering seriously for a while because I was genuinely confused, "how do bonobos not get pregnant all of the time...? Hm. Their systems must be very different from ours."

BUT I ALSO HEARD COUNTER INFO. Which may not have been info at all. I heard vaguely that sperm can live a while and that you can still get pregnant even if on your period!!! So watch out, dont have unprotected sex ever !! Even then there is a risk !!!

I think i was ready to accept that irresponsible fear-mongering because the concept scares me and makes me feel foggy so I just believed that there were forces beyond my understanding. I was more than willing to believe that it was too complicated for me to piece apart and together again.

I really really really have just been WALKING AROUND THE WORLD believing that if even a LITTLE bit if sperm gets in you then you're as good as FUCKED ! ! ! And I knew that fertilization is a complicated procedure and that pregnancies dont always take / are sometimes not viable, so there is a chance you wouldn't be fucked. BUT IT'S SOOO RISKY ! !!

There is something wrong with me that makes me allergic to looking things up. It's part of my shut down lifestyle & mindset i think. In retrospect I never looked any of this up because 1. I felt it may be too hard to understand (not that I cant learn things, but I've struggled with meiosis and other reproductive details before so I was put off ...) and 2. IT WOULD ICK ME OUT. I'm not having sex rn so I'll just LOOK IT UP LATER....

BUT GIRL ... Listen .. I've always been afraid of sex and the details of the female reproductive system and pregnancy and it makes me go foggy. And right now I still feel that light-breathed fogginess. BUT I KNOW THAT THIS IS GOOD NEWS. This is great news. I always YEARNED for a sense of control around sex and reproduction. I thought that as a human and worse as a female that I would never have it. When I was younger I filled SO MANY diaries with hopeless morbid miserable and misanthropic entries. I feel that I have a much better grasp on all that in my later years, but especially lately bc of the reproductive system unit in school, I've been feeling those shadows return ..! Their roots having never been properly felt, healed, vanquished..... !!

I dont feel good right now but I know that this is GREAT NEWS because if you can only conceive around ~5 days a month then that gives you some leeway and CONTROL. Theres still some grief to it because I know that during ovulation is when sex would feel the best but it's better than nothing... I mean ideally we would all be happy healthy and free and every woman would have 2-3 kids over her lifetime as she wishes because that's nature. But the modern world is A.) overpopulated and B.) I think hostile toward children and child-rearing. To be a parent takes an enduring drain of resources that nature never would have intended.

Well anyway. Just woke up early on my day off to say this because it's sitting in my head. I know that this is good news. It confused me in class because, if thags true, why do people have accidental pregnancies ... ? Well the answer must be ignorance, mis-assessment, irregular cycles, failed birth control, and throwing caution to the wind for the sake of love. Ultimately you can condense it into Ignorance & Miracles (love is in the miracle category btw because it's beautiful.)

That's my post . I could have known this sooner if I ever dug into it. But I never trusted that what I found would be good so I never wanted to ruin my day with it . Peace out

[oathbreakerapologist]

Ghost has no gender, no hair tie, no overarching motivation… damn someone give this dude a purpo- no not murder put the knife away buddy

Actually SPEAKING of murder, since he’s basically blind, and lived the majority of his life in darkness, does he ever use that to his advantage when fighting? I know Drows get darkness as a racial ability, so I could see him doing his whole “tee-hee murder spree” schtick all showy and ego-boosting and whatnot, only to suddenly drown his opponent in Drow Ink (Drownk?) and fight them in the pitch black

You’ve never mentioned it afaik but I thought it was a neato idea

P.S. LOVE how you draw Orin and you are so right, she CAN have the body of a Gym Dude AND a schlong big enough to make Ghost see stars (probably the only way he’d be able to tbqh)

HEY THIS ASK MADE ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF MULTIPLE TIMES. Just hit after hit honestly. "No gender, no hair tie, no overarching motivation" IMPECCABLE LINE. "Actually SPEAKING of murder" PERFECT TRANSITION. "big enough to make Ghost see stars (probably the only way he'd be able to tbqh)" AGHGSGHAHAHAHGHHAHA

So anyway, thanks anon, this was a pleasure to read (also, glad you're into the way I draw Orin!) <3

First off, you're so right, this man needs a purpose so badly it's unreal.

Secondly, I've actually never thought about him using magical darkness specifically! That's a very cool idea (and I love the phrase "drow ink"). Even though he's canonically a paladin, I don't tend to think of him using much magic, at least not in the typical spell-casting sense—the way I see him, any magic he has is interwoven into him in ways that make him subtly stronger, faster, more resilient, and overall deadlier. He doesn't intend for magical effects to come out as spells; things just tend to happen the way he wants them to. Now that you bring up darkness, though, I'm thinking that that sort of thing might apply. Perhaps, when you encounter him in a dimly-lit passageway, the shadows around him are just a bit darker—and the dark just a bit more disorienting—than before.

That being said, he does absolutely fight in ways that let him take advantage of the fact that he's got much less need for light than others. When he expects a fight, he does his best to ensure that fight happens in a dark area—he'll be fine, but his opponents will struggle. But he can make it work in bright places when he needs to.

In previous editions of D&D, drow were sometimes said to have infrared/thermal vision. I know they took thermal vision out of the game system because it's an absolute nightmare to make rulings on (can you see a presumably room-temperature zombie? does a zombie produce any body heat? how long has it been dead? is it actually room temperature? is there a certain necromantic chill to it?), but conceptually I like it, so I think he does have some infrared vision with slightly better acuity than his standard visible-spectrum vision. That helps him against quite a lot of combatants—it's not great for detail, but in a fight he doesn't need much more than basic motion and position. Between that and a well-developed ability to track the movements of creatures based on auditory cues, he's still a frighteningly competent combatant in daylight (though he'll grumble about it being too fucking bright approximately once every five minutes until he's back in the dark).

You're right that he's not got very much of a chance at seeing stars. (Aside from through those... uh... alternate methods. Orin truly did show him a whole new world.)

[foster-the-moths]

If you don't mind, could you give us a tutorial or brief explanation on how you render hair? /nf

YES!! unfortunately i got. very tired after making this so this is only one hair type :( was gonna go into all the different types of hair textures but. i will just have to do that later. also keep in mind i drew this in like. 7 minutes its just a simple guide to get out the basic steps

^i didn't put music in this so. listen to whatever u want while ur watching this (its 6 minutes 40 seconds). also its slightly sped up this isn't real speed

elaboration of each step under read more:

step 0: look at other hair tutorials/pictures of real hair to figure out how light reflects off of them. then completely disregard that and just make things up (this is the best artistic process trust me i do it every day)

step 1: just get out that basic shape. it doesnt have to be anything fancy,

step 2: just fill it in and adjust the shape as needed

step 3: figure out how the hair moves and flows, which parts go out more (highlights), which parts are closer to the head (shadows/base), etc. i highly recommend just looking at pictures of hair online, or taking pictures of your own hair. for coily/curly hair, you just kind of have to do this for each curl/coil. one thing to keep in mind the highlight is in the middle of the curl/coil and the shadows are on the edges (usually). i'll elaborate more on that once i have an actual video for it

step 4: just make it so the edges of the highlights transition a bit more smoothly into the base color. it just helps for later steps tbh. try not to over do it, don't want to completely get rid of the highlight, just soften it

step 5: add more highlights with thinner brush. this should be where the light would bounce off the hair the MOST. i think i forgot to say in the video uhhh add in some base value too. maybe a few shadows. mostly this step is for highlights tho.

step 6: idk what else to put here sorry. ngl just get silly with it

step 7: it is very important to do one stroke per area in this one. do not lift your pen off the screen/tablet/whatever until the little area youre working on is one smooth transparent shade, then move on to the next. idk if i'm explaining this right hopefully this makes sense.

step 8: complete opposite as step seven. make as many strokes as you feel it needs. not TOO many, just enough to get some texture and then some yk? i recommend making a copy of the layer youre working on before doing this so that if you mess something up you can always go back to square one.

also a lot of these steps apply to pretty much any hair type just. in a completely different shape with completely different rules. which is to say its exactly like this but it actually isn't like this at all. which is why i plan on making other videos some day (hopefully) also look up "hair texture chart" it will help you find the words you need to look up good refs

remember: always get silly with it. the only rule to to make things up and change your mind 400 times. bring a 'fuck it, we ball' mentality to your art program that the haters (your brain) really won't like. practice makes perfect and all that, do NOT expect to get something good first try, sometimes i still struggle with drawing hair in a way that i like and just scrap the whole thing. also i'm not kidding about those real hair reference pictures it helps so so much

hope this helped at least a little bit bc i am not good at explaining things 👍

[trickstarbrave]

Better art ask: What Brushes do you use?

uhhhhh oh fuck

well mostly i use csp and custom brushes from the asset store. for details and jewelry and blood splatters and more i kinda just go ham with a bunch of them. but as for brushes i use all the time unfortunately some arent available anymore :( but sure i'll show them

most lines i actually use this brush:

its more of a pencil but was in fact designed for lines. at a small size and on a large canvas you dont notice the texture that much it just gives it a lil smth smth. outside that i also use what im pretty sure is the default textured pen bc i just like my lines with a bit of texture.

for sketching i will use the standard colored pencil default brush

to get the basic shapes as it is pretty light to start off with and i dont want anything too detailed, before i move into

uhhhh this one i also can't find. i know its kind of a graffiti style marker supposedly (at least based on what i can read of the name tho i am illiterate rn given i am abt to pass out)

onto coloring--i will fill in colors with a standard hard-round/g-pen or the textured pen depending on what im coloring. and as for shading it is almost always

before fully moving to csp despite liking pretty much all of it more i struggled with coloring as i was deeply attached to the watercolor tool in csp. i tried and tried over and over to find a brush that worked the same and finally found one which was close enough. over the years i have tweaked it here and there. but when people say "i love your rendering!" it is almost always this bad boy doing most of the heavy lifting.

bad example but it can do hard or soft edges depending on the pressure. its soft, kinda transparent, and easy to control (for me anyways). you can also drag the colors around when blending which is helpful because i also use this to like. erase and redefine shadows too. i would link you but uhhhh i think i found this brush in. 2018-2019???? and i havent found it or the others mentioned unfortunately. problems that come with people deleting or privating brushes and also dling a bunch of them but i might have also changed it so much its not really the same thing anymore LMAO

also honorary mention for the standard round airbrush for gradients and to get very rough shading and form down. and also i will use the standard default colored pencil brush for highlights sometimes on skin or shiny fabric because i feel like it looks???? more realistic???? cause skin and fabric has texture. yknow.

if you guys find any of these feel free to link them bc i havent had any luck even googling the name or digging around my downloads history

[borealopelta]

🌈🌻🎉

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

i just mentioned this fic but between light and shadows was a huge fucking struggle. it was a prompt fic and i was so excited about finally getting to write a prompt fic like all the big writers and it just wasn't going the way i wanted it to go. eventually i had to give up and embrace the fact that that beast was going to be Horrible Magic Angst instead of like. a nasty flu. i have three versions of it in my gloryhammer fic folder in various stages of abandonment. i tried for a LONG time to get it right. and i did! but boy i gave up so much. another one is an unposted thing, also gloryhammer, that sat in my wip folder for TWO YEARS i kid you not before i eventually revamped the whole thing and actually finished pretty quickly - and it turned out nice, i gotta say.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

oh the lack of feedback for sure!!!! i mostly write for tiny slash barely existent fandoms, with the occasional Big One as an exception to the rule (but even then usually rarepairs......so back to square one) and getting like. thirty hits on something. and two comments from your target audience. is super demoralizing! i want all the feedback in the world i want people to read this shit but it's not gonna happen! so yeah that usually makes me want to throw it all away. and then sometimes i'll get SUCH a good idea that i don't even care if it's gonna get ANY traction i have to get it out. or i have a friend who inspires me to write fic just for them or maybe a few other people, definitely not post it on ao3 just share it around. but yeah the lack of engagement kills the man.

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

humm...not often? i usually get SUPER anxious about posting so i'll just sit for a couple minutes for it to wind down and then i'll immediately take a computer break so my brain doesn't obsess over hits that won't be coming immediately and comments that may not even happen. for the second part of this: sometimes i'll reread my posted/unposted stuff and go damn op ate here. and that's nice. i really did. no crumbs. but i usually can't cancel out outside validation with my own nice thoughts soooo

[yoori-ya]

"well...in my dream you lived on my block where I grew up. You knocked on my door and said you wanted to take a winter trip..."

What is it about the fire? So calm and peaceful but...inside all power and destruction? It's hiding something. Just like people do. Sometimes you have to get close to find out what's inside. Sometimes you have to get burned to see the truth.

The first and last time I'd watched Tekkonkinkrit had been in Josh's living room one spring afternoon ten years ago. I had just graduated from college and sat perched on that infamous leather couch, unwashed briefs, empty pizza boxes, fighting scythes and other frat-worthy unmentionables forming a moat of debris around me. I remember the sky beyond the massive window was an electric blue. The old trees lining the neighborhoods nearby were probably full-bodied with leaves, and the air had probably been growing heavy and humid with summer impending. I was on the couch alone. Josh was probably in the shower. I had texted D, who was in Korea at the time, that I was starting the movie. I forgot his exact reply, but it had been something to the effect of, "Great movie." I had been all of twenty-two.

The film follows two orphan--Kuro and Shiro who live in the fictional city of Treasure Town. Kuro is canny but violent and Shiro is naive and a little out of touch with the world. The two are polar opposites, but are inseparable and need each other in their own way. The story hadn't made much of an impression on me the first time around. I had thought the artwork cool, but hadn't found the plot engaging, eventually losing interest when Kuro begins to succumb to his inner-darkness. I remember wondering back then if D had viewed me like his own little Shiro, if that was why he always seemed so protective of my "innocence” wherever we went. When the movie was over, I barely lingered on it, and flushed it down from my memories, where it sank deep below my conciousness. I never thought of it again.

I'm not sure what exactly moved me to reply the film yesterday ten years later--probably the shitstorm that's been brewing lately--but it suddenly bubbled up in my thoughts the other day. On a whim, I started it up just to have something going in the background while I worked. For an hour and fifty minutes I couldn't look away. The movie played me like a fucking harp, plucked at every single fucking one of my heartstrings. I was stunned. At first, I had thought the film was about our friendship--there were so many unsettling echoes--being happy, winter trips, tying shoes, "over and out." Then I thought it was about him. Then, as I continued to watch, I realized it was about me too. I cried, not because the plot was sad, but because I understood the film painfully well this time around, and I also understood that said something about what had happened to me in the last ten years. Growing up can be cruel and violent, and its a heartbreaking tale of struggling to protect your innocence and learning the devastating lesson of one's own powerlessness.

Still, despite it, wisdom is learning how to hold onto the good despite the bad. That realizing the good needs the bad just as much as the bad needs the good, that the two are often inseparable like light and shadow. That together, it's all really just the truth.

Stroke him the wrong way, and he’ll bite back.

10 years ago, I had really just found Shiro to be relatable, but on this watch I found myself connecting to Kuro as well--maybe because I was forced to find a bit of him in me, too.

[elevatedcult]

I believe that fear can do two things in this world depending on the type of mindset or theme of consciousness you are occupying. Fear can make someone feel a sense of uncertainty and that can cause us to feel stuck or push us back into our shells because fear is the unknown, we humans are programmed to dislike the unknown. Think about it. The unknown is everywhere and brings all certain kinds of emotions, situations, and places. We are so rooted to routine that things that aren’t familiar to us scare us or view it as a threat. This tends to make people back down from dreams, not go to an event, shying away from doing what it is you really want to do...

That’s when you unfortunately lose the battle. EVERYONE HAS FEAR, who ever says they don’t is lying. We all have a evolving shadow within us. we can either constantly suppress it which is also unhealthy but rather than suppress the emotions, (this is gonna sound corny asf ) but look more deeper within yourself ask the questions: “why am I feeling like this?” “What is so scary about this?” “How can I make the situation better?”

Talk to yourself, talk to yourself like if you were a 10 year old child. When we were all younger we all loved to explore and learn things because everything was new and fun, as we grew the world can be a very strict teacher it can teach us good things and it can also teach us bad things and this can cause our inner light to be dimmed down and eventually making us “colder” more too ourselves, or just trusting less.

We all need to find that inner child we once were, who wasn’t scared or fearful and bring him or her out, let them explore the world through your eyes and then you can use fear as a tool rather than a having it as a ball and chain. Children and monks have one thing in common, both see the world with love and excitement, just the monk is intentional while the child is unintentional but both see the world with love and light.

“Certain people see self-doubt as an invitation to be greater.” if you know you know where it’s from haha but that resonates with me a lot. In this case the photo says “fear is an invitation to evolve” and that as well is another truth. With the right mindset fear can be used to fuel our energy because once we prove that fear wrong it gets converted into confidence which then gives us love energy

One thing I struggle with is feeling loved, or feeling good enough I’m always thinking that people have different intentions and even sometimes I see people’s action as a sign that they don’t really care because I’m so analytical, I over analyze body movement, the way you speak, the way you look at me or move around me. This can be a good and sometimes a bad thing like a double edge sword, because I feel so much !

With this struggle my birthday was coming up and I kept getting in my head, feeling anxiety that no one might show or have any interest in going, or the fact that people might not get along, FEAR FEAR FEAR kept me from making this plan, plus I’ve never hosted anything in my life, I procrastinated and kept delaying until literally the day before, I told myself FUCK IT, I invited people made a group chat and people made the effort back, the universe proved me wrong. The universe proved that it was just all in my head because i have never felt so much love in one room. That fear that I had was converted into confidence just because I said “fuck it” and jumped.

it’s a leap of faith.

It’s a leap of faith.

It’s a leap of faith.

[slushglow]

leosagi wip that i'm scrapping

// injury, blood

“Yeah.” Yuichi rasps, “Bleed out all the time.”

Leo's heart feels like it's about to drop out of his chest and straight through his feet, the words bleed out enough to send ice crawling up and down his spine.

“Fuck.” He whispers, quiet and miserable, “Don't say that. You're–” He pauses, frantically tries to get his bearings as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the hole they've found themselves in, “You're gonna be fine. Okay? Just shut up. Stop talking.” He demands.

Yuichi huffs, and Leo realizes with a creak in his ribs that it's supposed to be something like a laugh, as weak and reedy as it is.

“You first.” Yuichi murmurs, choked and dry. There's blood between his teeth. Leo’s heart pangs so violently it physically hurts, and he fiercely grips one of Yuichi’s hands between his own.

The silence is deafening.

Think. Fucking think. You're supposed to be better than this. Leo seethes to himself, uselessness like a heavy coat over his shoulders, bearing down with a weight he can't overcome. His leg twinges as he moves and all it does is make him livid.

Stupid, stupid, shitty fucking leg. You're so fucking stupid, Leo. He thinks, despair crawling up his throat. He wants to cry. Neither of them are in any shape to move, but they can't sit here and wait. There's no telling where the others are, how much longer the stability of their little corner will last. It's starting to dawn on him that they're in very real danger. Very real danger that they could've avoided if he wasn't such a piece of shit.

--

The only light in the darkness is the static flashing of the emergency line on his belt. It highlights the blood caking the side of Yuichi’s face, the way more of it pools into the broken asphalt beside them and down Leo’s legs, black as tar.

“How long?” Yuichi murmurs into the quiet. The gravelly lilt of his voice practically echoes like a gunshot, made all the worse by his ragged breathing.

Leo straightens from where he's slouched, looking at Yuichi’s upside down visage, at the way his best friend is struggling not to grimace as Leo presses the medical gauze to the back of his head just a little more firmly. He goes to wipe some of the matted blood from Yuichi’s brow with a trembling hand, “Maybe twenty minutes? Something like that.” He tries to soothe, “It's hard to tell when my phone is busted and–”

“No.” Yuichi interrupts, quietly. Leo almost doesn't hear him.

“What?” Leo asks, frowning.

“How…long.” Yuichi manages, breathless. His eyes are glazed with pain, but he still looks directly at Leo with all the seriousness of someone that knows they're on the edge of a very steep, downhill slope.

He doesn't look away.

Leonardo’s gut curdles with horror, suddenly, at all the things Yuichi isn't saying out loud.

“You're not dying.”

“Leo–”

“You're not!” Leonardo practically barks. His hands shake and unease crawls up his throat; somehow he doesn't vomit. There is a horrible crack in his voice when he chokes, “You’re such a dick.”

Yuichi just looks at him with a familiar expression, the kind that reads you're a complete fool. Usually he looks annoyed when he makes it, sometimes he even manages to crack a grin.

Now, he just looks so, so sad.

--

The shadows encroach across the edges of Leo’s vision and he swallows past the dust caking his mouth, shell aching with the echoes of a dark, fathomless hellscape and the feeling of an enormous presence crushing him down, down, down. He finds it hard to take in a lungful of air, suddenly.

Your fault, something in the darkness croaks, this is all your fault.

btw for context these scenes r part of the same events but they don't happen consecutively so i put -- to show a change in time LMFAO not like it matters cause this whole thing is getting scrapped pretty much bc it doesn't fit w the story anymore but it's ALL good bc what happens instead is even crazier 😎 also also they r not dating at this point in time they r still besties 🤝

for more context this is taking place after the invasion (several months after, leo and yuichi r seventeen around this point in time) but leo is still struggling w himself just a little bit . anyways they get into a bad accident w another mutant (that's trying to k word them very much) and find themselves in a cave in that happens after the foundations beneath a building give way . leo tries to protect yuichi on the way down but he fails (he blames himself, yuichi is mad at him for the stunt) . it's winter and hypothermia is a real problem btw and they're both very injured so yippee !!! this info wasn't really included in the above scenes so that's my bad 💔 ANYWAYS like i said this is getting scrapped so i thought i would post it 🫶 if u have any questions i will try my best to answer them 😀

[sp1lled-lemon4de]

Fandom: MHA ( My Hero Academia)

Characters: Tamaki amajiki x gn!reader (mostly female, if male then it's ass eating TvT)

Genre: mix?...

Tw: hints to abuse, mentions of being made fun of for choice of clothing, pet names indecisiveness on our part, mentions of light playful choking, biting , indecent language such as curse words, suggestive, mentions of wanting to commit suicide, mentions of past toxic relationships

Sorry If I missed some stuff

A/n: so was listening to High school sweethearts by Melanie Martinez and the thought of an high-school AU with us and Tamaki crossed my mind, i also want to include some of the song lyrics... and I cut the song short T-T Lyrics in pinkkk

^v^ _________________________________

Can we just be honest?...These are the requirements... If you think you can be my one and only true love.

Can't we just be honest? You have had your fair share of lovers...all of them coming to an end, so from your experience you set your standards and had requirements.

So many people flocked around you, begging for a chance at dating you, while others lurked in the shadows sending gifts hoping you would notice them.

You must promise to love me... and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart.

You wanted someone who truly loved you, all your faults and everything, not like those people you dated before...

They hurt you in every way possible, some even getting physically. But this time if anybody dared to hurt you. They would be the one scarred for the rest of their life.

All your struggles with the people that claimed to "love you" weren't for nothing you were done being treated like that.

Step one, you must accept I'm a little out my head...

All the stuff that happened to you, messed with your head... you didn't know what was real and what wasn't, you just had to trust...

Step two, this is a waste if you can walk me down the finish line.

You were ignored,  made fun of, but Tamaki he never did... But would he be there to the end with you?...

People said he didn't fit you, you were a tall person taller than him and most of your teachers, with long legs, which sometimes got you hate but you learnt to love those legs...

But does he love them? Does Tamaki love them?...

Step 3, give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion...

Would he love you deeply?... Would he spend time comforting you in you darkest times or would he shy away and be anxious just as his class portray him?..

Would he make fun of your fashion? You have been told that you dress a bit over the top , a little too bold , too revealing.

No... he wouldn't... would he?

Step 4 , give me more , give me more...

You wanted him all to yourself, every time you guys made eye contact, you wanted more. Everytime he smiled, you wanted more, you wanted him all.

If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me, if your not down to bleed.

You shouted at Tamaki, tears threatened to fall from the corners of your eyes.

" why are you like this, couldn't you see they were flirting with you!?"

" I'm sorry I paid no mind to them.. I d-didn't know this is how you felt..."

"Gosh damnit, why Tamaki? Do I have to love you?"

You've been through so much pain, that you felt numb to it at a certain point, but Tamaki managed to get that feeling out of you.

" if you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me..."

You whispered, on your knees, lips trembling, teary-eyed and with a broken heart broken heart.

He was yours, he had to be yours, you need him to be yours

But why couldn't you see? How much Tamaki loved you?

How much he hated seeing you like this? How much he wished he could kiss you, hold you , love you like no one else.

If you can't handle the choking , the biting , the loving , the smothering, till you can't handle it no more... go home...

He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on your fore head.

"Y/n I promise I love you, I can and I will take care of you , I can handle it I promise, the choking ,the biting ,the loving ,the smothering will never be too much for me I promise"

Can we just be honest , these are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart...

High school sweethearts..

Ofcourse the love and attention Tamaki got was annoying, you knew he was yours. And for once you knew this person actually loved you.

Line up, try not to waste my time.

Letters upon letters of love declarations piled up inside your locker.

"such a waste of time" you mumbled to yourself.

Not that you didn't appreciate the letters, notes, flowers, candies etc.

It's just that you were taken, and you already had all of that. You were just tired of it. Who could blame you?

High school sweethearts, shut up if your not my type.

You didn't want a jock or a fuck boy, nerds were cute but still, no lover boy or any of those boys..

Only Tamaki...

(Repeat lyrics above) And I skipped the lyrics below

Step five You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand Step six If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is Step seven, this one goes to eleven If you cheat, you will die, die

If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me If you're not down to bleed, no, oh If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

Continuing:

Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine Salty face when I start cryin' Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time

You wanted all of him, you got it..

All his kisses, all of them.

Tears fell from being so loved.

"Can I?" He asks

You nod your head in response....

Legs up as Tamaki sticks his tounge in further.

It's his first time tasting you, and he is completely whipped, I mean so are you.

Finally someone loved you, and it was the person you wanted, it was Tamaki, tears kept falling not only from pleasure but from the fact that you didn't want to kill yourself anymore...

Someone truly loved you.

Tamaki pushed his tounge further, as far as it could have gone, his pace quickened when he felt you clench around him.

Your eyes rolled back from how good it felt, you mumbled incoherently, and you grabbed Tamaki's hair, yanking it.

"Mhmph, i-im close Tamaki please d-dont stop"

Your high was too much, it felt as though you were flying.

Atleast it was Tamaki who made you fly...

___________________________ An: ikikik that I cut the song, forgive me. Tbh this is the longest fiction on my blog lol. Tamaki is Bae

(TAGS BELOW)

[blue-haired-chick]

Jeremiah Valeska X Reader Imagine (Smut)

from wattpad

You were smart. so was Jeremiah. you could see he was smart and Jeremiah could see that you were smart. he didn't want to fuck with you. he knew it was a bad idea. and you didn't want to fuck with him.

your little unspoken deal lasted a few weeks. Eventually Jeremiah started recruiting your men. That was the first of his many mistakes. then he blew up the clock tower, another huge mistake. this was your city, too.

Maybe you should pay ol' valeska a visit.

you wore your best suit. tight black leather pants, a neat shirt, your signature trench coat and a f/c tie.

you also dropped by a store on the way, to try and find a hat as utterly ridiculous as his.

you snuck unassumingly into the building that contained his temporary lair. luckily Oswald had heard where he had settled for a few days.

You found a chair in a dimly lit corner and waited.

After an hour or two, you heard a door and footsteps.

you saw his shadow in the room.

a calm coo echoed into the room

"I know you're hear, miss L/N. I had a feeling you might show up."

you stood and walked to the doorway and there he stood, suit and all, hands gripping a cane

"then you must know why I'm here." you reply.

"ah yes, I do apologize if my actions do impede on your efforts. however, and this may seem harsh, y/n, but....

maybe you should have made this city yours when you had the chance."

you stood and stared at him. you start to chuckle.

"my dear valeska, you can tear this city down in a day, but you can't build it in one. I was once ambitious like you."

you step in closer to him.

"you steal one more of my men, and it won't be a matter of will I kill you. it will be how."

you reveal a knife and stick it to his neck. he remains calm, doesn't move an inch. he seems to get the message, but he's not threatened.

"Your so much smarter than your brother, Jeremiah. I had such high hopes for you. but now I'm starting to think your too...reserved? systematic? you have no originality, my friend. sometimes that's the one thing that will save you."

you remove the knife from his neck and lean right into his face.

"if you pull this off, I will be...very impressed."

you back away and turn to the door.

it shuts. 

"not so fast, miss L/N"

you stopped and turned on your heels.

"yes?"

"why not stay and chat for a moment? do we really have to be so bitter to each other?"

you look at him for a moment, then walk to him.

.

.

.

.

You sit across from each other, sipping tea politely.

"why do you think I killed your men?"

Jeremiah asks.

" I don't know frankly. All I really care about is if your going to do it again."

you stare at your tea for a moment.

"or maybe you wanted to get my attention." you question playfully, with a suggestive smile.

Jeremiah continues to sip his tea with a solemn face.

"for someone as smart as you I'm surprised you didn't realize that sooner."

you sit and think quitely. there are several reasons he could want your attention. To make an ally of you? to kill you? you looked at him intently.

"why do you want my attention."

you ask

"to bring you here."

"why here?"

he sips his tea.

"so I can drug you of course."

you freeze. fuck.

you start to feel it. the lightness. the fuzzness. it's uncomfortable. everything starts to get blurry and faded.

"you know, I'm surprised at how easy it was to capture you, darling. but don't worry, you were still a challenge."

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You wake up tied to a bed, in nothing but your bra and underwear.

the room is furnished well. There's a lot of antique art work and wood.

You try to free yourself.

"ah, good. your awake. " Jeremiah says through the door. You continue to struggle as his footsteps get louder.

the door creaks open.

Jeremiah struts in slowly, holding a riding crop. hes wearing just kakis and a dress shirt and back gloves. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

in your head, you couldn't help but get excited. He looked so hot and demanding, and you loved it. you didn't want his to know it though, not yet at least.

"hello, dearest. I hope you enjoyed your nap." he says, leaning over you.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"what does it look like I'm doing, y/n? I'm going to show you why I killed your men."

you spit in his face. he wipes himself delicately.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to make things any worse for you-"

he grabs you agressivly, turning you over onto your back, twisting your arms and wrists. you cry out.

Then, he whips you. right across your ass. It hurts, but you like it. you let out a scream. He does it again, another scream.

He hits you a third time, this time you whine.

"what was that, sweet?" he climbs ontop of you and whispers. you don't answer.

"answer me." he says, grabs you by the hair gently and pulls back your head.

you whine again.

"yes, that doesn't sound like someone in... pain, does it? if I knew better, I would think you liked me punishing you."

He drops your head, and then throws the whip. You watch his gloves fall onto the nightstand.

Then, you feel the harsh sting of his hand going down on your ass.

"you're an awfully obedient whore for a killer, miss L/N."

You couldn't help it. You loved him hitting you, beating you silly. You wanted to laugh it felt so good.

But you kept it in as best you could.

"You're so quiet now. So disappointing."

Jeremiah gives your ass one last good, hard smack, and flips you back over.

"perhaps, I should be a gentleman, and do something for you, darling. I do feel bad for being so... harsh on our first date,"

he leans down to your face, and makes intense eye contact with you as he slowly and gently removes your panties.

He leans away, removing them fully from your body, and tucks them neatly into his shirt pocket.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad host, miss y/n, I do hope this makes up for it." he leans into your sweet warmth and gently writhes his tounge between your sopping wet folds.

you give up, and let out a deep moan.

you can feel Jeremiah smile a little.

"do you like that, little one?" he pulls away from you, and you whine.

"mm yes, you do." he says lustfully, and continues feasting on your heat.

his tounge glides a long the lips of your pussy, covering it in spit. your legs tremble every now and then from the pleasure.

"oh god, Jeremiah, I think I'm-"

"ah ah ah, not so fast, my dear. That only happens when I am ready." he says in his soft, calm voice.

you watch him lean up, his crotch bulging out at you, begging for you.

you lick your lips and bite your lip a little.

"hungy, darling?" he says amused.

"please," you beg.

"address me properly, then I will reward you."

"please, master." you say

"very good." he pushes your body back so you can sit up more, and then undoes his pants.

He shoves himself into your mouth and you moan in pleasure.

he pushes himself deeply into you, letting out a high moan.

"your so insides are so tender, my sweet, for someone so wicked."

he thrusts into you again, harder.

You let a moan of pleasure escape your lips.

"I knew I could get something out of you. Now, I wonder how much it takes to make you scream."

his voice becomes more hushed, deep and ravenous.

He pounds into you, in a steady pumping motion. You hear him seething as he pushes himself in all the way. You can't help but moan.

He lifts up your waist slightly, but pushes your back down. The pressure on your stomach drives you closer to your climax.

"Jeremiah, I'm- "

"yes, Y/N. finish for me."

your moan turns into a scream. Jeremiah lets out a soft moan of relief,

and pumps again a few times while his cock softens.

"Your so lovely." he whispers in your ear.

you respond with nothing but a moan.

"your mine. anyone who touches you will regret it."

you whimper at his protective words.

"Now sleep, my princess."