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𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟒
Michael Hudson in Crooked Arrows 2012
#native american#face claim#native#crooked arrows#lacross#michael Hudson#native face claim#indigenous#mohawk#mohawk tribe#male model#indigenous face claim#first nation
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When 'no one' is looking at the 2fort snipers
#team fortress#Team Fortress 2#team fortress two#team fortress 2 sniper#team fortress 2 spy#tf2#TF2 Sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 sniper x sniper#crooked arrows#SFM#TF2 SFM#sfm poster#my art#art#artist#sfm art#sfm artist#KZC's art#spy tf2#sniper tf2#team fortress 2 ship#tf2 ship#Source Filmmaker#source filmaker poster
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Trying another style of mugs! I got a new stamp set that is a lot cleaner than the old one and I like the big letter/small letter contrast. I also got dozens of crow silkscreen stencils and am pretty pleased with the details.
#six of crows#grishaverse#shadow and bone#six of crows inej#inej ghafa#six of crows pottery#Grishaverse quote#inej ghafa quote#the heart is an arrow#hand made pottery#ceramic mugs#ceramics#crooked kindgom#no mourners no funerals
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Doodles of the five major component parts of Lingering, the buried god at the center of a strange story concept I’ve been working at for a good while. Clockwise from top left, there’s:
Bent Spear the Crook-Necked Dragon
Empty Quiver the Four-Winged Bird
Broken Arrow the Floating-Head Griffin
Blunt Sword the Warp-Horned Unicorn
Faded Giant the Tall-Sailed Sea Monster
It’s a total coincidence that all five share names with Untied States nuclear incident terminology. Totally. For sure.
Close ups under the cut
#worldbuilding#layered earth#creature drawing#traditional art#doodle#bent spear the crook necked dragon#empty quiver the four winged bird#broken arrow the floating head griffin#blunt sword the warp horned unicorn#faded giant the tall sailed sea monster#god named lingering of the buried and the bomb#broken arrows and half lives
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LMFAO??? they took my meme and didn’t give any creds like aw man 😞😞 kicking rocks the world needs to know i cooked 😞🔥🔥🔥
#⊹ siren calls ! ᮫#scrolling on my feed and perked up when i saw that LMDAO#that’s why i made the arrow crooked 🔥#NOT MAD??? more like baffled??#LOL LIKE IM GIGGLING IDK
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#yes i see how crooked the lines are. lea me alone.#i wanted to edit the pictures to look nice n pretty n uniform but i got lazy oh well EDIT: nvm <3#that very brief would-be-lovers-if-they-asked for orin is because ursa and karlach played fmk for the chosen#(her answer was smash ketheric marry orin and kill gortash btw if u even care)#and the strained friends portion for halsin is because i thought it would be hilarious to have him proposition her in canon#since it happened in game#and ursula is an extremely exclusive gal so she made it way more awkward than it needed to be#dazzle is thrown in there in case i go through w merging them and jaheira's arrows speak for themselves#anyways.txt#ch: ursula#bg3 posting#bg3 spoilers#<- dream guardian oops
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What is the most common trauma you give your characters? The one that most/many of them have. For example abandonment issues, survivor's guilt, something along those lines
Thank you so much for the ask, @an-indecisive-nerd!!!
Sorry for the late response btw - these past two weeks were really tough on me due to the fact I was anemic AND had a really bad flu, but now that I'm 100% back to health I'm ready to catch up with my asks and tags lol
I think a few of the most common traumas my characters face in my books are the following (mostly because I'm a whump enjoyer but also because those things are really plot relevant too):
Familial Loss - Most of my Main Characters have suffered some kind of familial loss in their past. A lot of them don't have their parents and if they have the good one is usually dead and the bad one is hunting them. Examples of this in my stories include: the Millihan siblings from WLITH lost both of their parents at a young age, Savvy Hahn from WLITH lost her half-brother to a brutal kidnapping when she was six, Adahm Ryker from Scrapyard Boys lost his childhood best friend when he was 12, Kaelan Brimcaste from Arrows of Nightfall lost his older brother and only guardian he ever had to an execution, and so on.
Poverty and Oppression- Many if not most of my MCs have suffered poverty in their past. In Grim City Chronicles Willem and his brother are street urchins in a Victorian Era-inspired city, Vince became a common prostitute to pay the bills and his cousin Peggy is a thief, and Ilya is a conman renowned for swindling nobles. Most of the characters from Scrapyard Boys suffered from various forms of poverty plus they live in a cyberpunk dystopian regime that is infamous for its oppresive and murderous tendencies. In Supernova Initiative, before Jack and Cassie Tithus became the richest and most wanted intergalactic thieves in the galaxy, they were just common street urchins in a backwater moon that was swamped by crime of all kinds. Even in WLITH - though NOT to the same extent as the other books, since the MCs in this book do have some stability - the Millihan siblings aren't exactly well off and Dylan often has to have 3 jobs just to pay the bills and settle their grandmother's debts that are still in their name.
Torture and/or Major Injuries: Many, many, many characters in my medieval high fantasy stories (Arrows of Nightfall, Realms of Loss, The Last Wrath, Crooked Fable, etc) AND in my science fiction stories (Scrapyard Boys, Plague of Tomorrow, Supernova Initiative) at one point or another of the story undergo some form of torture or continuous injury at the hands of their enemies.
Abandonment Issues & Betrayal - Though not as prevalent as the other traumas above, a lot of the cast from many of my WIPs has some form of abandonment issues. Erin Niemand from WLITH has very much unresolved abandonment issues due to her mother blatantly walking out on the family after cheating on Erin's dad. Adrien Rosetrom from Scrapyard Boys was literally kicked out from home and abandoned by his grandparents when he was 15. Victor Moreau in Grim City Chronicles was betrayed and shunned by his best friends when he was turned into a vampire at the age of 20, and lost his son to a monster hunter his so-called 'friends' sent after them a few years later.
Sexual Harassment: To a lesser extent (this time probably as some form of catharsis for my inner child 😭lol, but I'm fine btw) but still there, a few, specific characters in my WIPs have suffered some form of harassment or even, unfortunately, assault. Dylan Millihan in WLITH is stalked by a 50-year-old cougar (Mrs. Adelaide Draycott) who is disturbingly enamoured with him and wants to get the 23-year-old to fall in love with her or at least sleep with her at all costs, which she luckily fails at everytime but is still harassment. Adrien Rosetrom (Scrapyard Boys) has been catcalled, received inappropriate touches/groping or even snide comments from multiple men in clubs throughout the years due his job as a stripper - and the same applies to Vince in Grim City Chronicles but to a worse extent. (Also in Scrapyard Boys) It is implied Adahm Ryker suffered some form of assault by Dr. Gladys from the PHANTOM Labs when he was a teen, though any details are unclear. In the same WIP Karima Sallow offhandedly mentions that Caroline Tarych and her husband James both had a grooming-like attitude towards her before the Tarychs massacred House Sallow.
#wip scrapyard boys#wip what lurks in the hollow#wip supernova initiative#wip arrows of nightfall#wip grim city chronicles#wip crooked fable#tw sa mentioned#tw torture mentioned#writers#writing#writers on tumblr#writerblr#writeblr#my wips#character writing#my characters#my writing
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To finish @aggressivelyarospec's Aggressively Arospectacular 2022, I have a final embroidery piece to share with you all.
(I know: it’s actually Sunday where I am. But it’s still Saturday elsewhere, so I figured I’d squeeze this one in.)
This piece comprises a simple design worked in running stitch, resulting in a simple, subtle arrow-themed piece. I used a stencil from Daiso and a heat-erasable marker to create the lines, but a ruler would be almost as easy to use as the stencil. It doesn’t take long to stitch up, either. All you need is a bit of scrap fabric, a hoop and needle, pen/pencil/chalk, a few thread colours and an in-and-out stitch--voila, pride art!
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[image description: A freehand embroidery piece on cream calico, set into a bamboo embroidery hoop. The piece consists of a repeating pattern of arrows in dashed lines/running stitch. The arrows are sewn in green and gold thread, the heads pointing in opposite directions. The hoop sits atop a blue microfibre blanket.]
#aggressivelyarospec#aggressivelyarospectacular#pride crafts#alloaro#yellow and gold alloaro pride flag#arospec creations#sewing#sewing and needlecraft#embroidery#needlecraft#yes some lines are wonky#i'm so queer I make even stencil drawn lines end up crooked#arrows#aro symbols#aro symbolism
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I like 'how will you have me' as a track title but I also really don't want to see that scene this season
#really really hoping it's a 'the heart is an arrow' situation and that it's a reference to whats to come rather than the actual scene#but the fact they've already had Kaz tell her he needs her last season doesn't give me a lot of faith tbh#it's too soon !!!!!!! too soon#i know they've remixed tons of the source material but this i can't abide i'm sorry alskdjhjasjdh#shadow and bone#i didn't really like the fact they made Kaz do his crooked kingdom speech last season either#stop putting the crows iconic moments in this show save it for the spinoff 😭
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Mystic palm, gem and tarot
A few escape your magic arrow
I saw you reel them in for miles
Each captivated crooked smile
And you know you can heal them all
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𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟑
Michael Hudson in Crooked Arrows 2012
#native american#face claim#native#crooked arrows#lacross#michael Hudson#native face claim#indigenous#mohawk#mohawk tribe#male model#indigenous face claim#first nation
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Bold of you to assume I can't make 2 sfms in a day
#team fortress#Team Fortress 2#team fortress 2 fanart#team fortress two#tf2#TF2 Sniper#tf2 sfm#crooked arrows#tf2 sniper x sniper#sniper x sniper#sniper tf2#sniper team fortress 2#SFM#sfm art#sfm poster#KZC's art#my art#team fortress 2 ship
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In Character Closed Threads Open Starters Greetings Inbox Starter Calls Ask Memes Motifs Character Studies Rec (+ Self Promo) Mun Inbox Polls Out of Character
#.ic [ i will not water myself down. ]#.inbox [ measure me in one decisive stare. ]#.motifs [ a storm with a six letter name. ]#.open#.closed FT.#.ooc [ shrewd and knavish sprite! ]#.st.call#.ask.m#.kinbox#.FIGHT!#.promo#.s.promo#.study#.greet#tagdump#.v hof. [ i haven’t lost hope; i’m just realistic ]#.v aof. [ cues from a script i wrote at sixteen ]#.v dsc. [ arrow to the head ]#.v mod. [ my ribs that show through t-shirts ]#.v tes. [ even crooks have to pay the rent ]#.v dnd. [ when the heat dies down ]
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Warnings: Werewolf!Toji is whipped, humping, breeding, knots
Toji is worried about the fact he cant seem to stop fucking, no, breeding you, even when he's not in heat.
At first, he had never thought his constant need to be near you was a problem—he had claimed you long ago, after all. But lately, it felt different, more like an obsession that consumed him the moment he stepped through your door. The second your sweet scent hit him, lemony and mouth-watering, Toji's is already down for the count.
His pupils dilate, wolf ears twitch, his dick strains against his waistband, and his fangs unsheathed in primal response. Before he can even think, he is by your side, his larger muscular body pressed close as you stand at the stove. He rubs himself against your ass, grinding his hardening dick on your butt, desperate, like a puppy in heat.
"Y/n..." He will whine into your ear from behind, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. Fuck, he can feel pre-cum dribbling from his tip just inhaling you.
"Baby?" You coo, turning to face him so you can cup his stupidly handsome face in your small hands. Dark eyes stare back at you, wide and droopy, eyebrows furrowed in a plea. How funny is it that a man, a wolf man, as big, tall, and scary as him was now pawing at your sweater and whining like a lost dog?
"Please im so..." He breathes out, biting his lip to stop his fingernails from sharpening into claws. If he had a tail in his human form, it would be wagging wildly right now.
You giggle, running your hands through his silky dark hair.
"You're so pathetic" you whisper, delivering a kiss to his jugular that makes Toji whine.
"I'm so pathetic..." he hums tilting is chin up so you can nibble at his skin.
From there he is a victim of his instincts.
There is no warning when he completely bottoms out inside of you, walls throbbing as he seems to get bigger with every inch slipping into your quivering hole. He moans at how warm you are, it's nothing like his fist or that stupid fleshlight you got him for when your away.
“S-shit baby so warm n'tight" he groans and presses his own messy kisses into your squealing mouth. His pelvic bone rubs on your clit as he jackhammers into you, the base of his cock swelling and stretching your gummy walls wide.
"Love you, love you so much, wanna make you a mom, give you my babies~” He’s babbling now, lips hungrily sucking your nipples like milk was going to come out. The sheer collision of his tip against your cervix as he slammed into you was making your brain go numb. Just when you don't think you can cum again, he rips another one out of you and god does it feel amazing. It's like your flying in euphoria as thousands of flesh arrows send pleasure across your body.
Tojis soft ears suddenly twitch and peak up to a point his eyes screw themselves close. "F-fuck, m’gonna cum inside.” he cuts off with a groan of his own, shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your swollen n wanting womb. He kept cumming inside of you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach like it was forming a bulge with how much there was.
“Your gonna make such a good mom baby” his ears twitch at his own words, mind going foggy at the thought of you round and swollen with his children.
#jjk smut#toji smut#toji x reader#toji x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#toji x y/n#toji x you#jjk x reader smut#jjk x you
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in an arrow heart | s.r.
in which Spencer finds himself distracted by you during an otherwise routine outing to O'Keefe's
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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: fingering, public-ish intimacy, they're in a locked bathroom, in a bar but doesn't mention alcohol, praise kink, softdom!spencer, oral fixation, teasing, lowkey pwp word count: 1.7k a/n: short and simple and just what the doctor ordered. i'm prescribing a spencer reid fingering fic.
The small circles that Spencer’s thumb rubs on your thigh are making your head go fuzzy. It’s the same sensation that you think you’d have if your head was being filled with helium, your head feels light and airy. His hand is splayed out on your thigh while your body is tucked in the corner of the booth, a wall on your other side, there’s no one to see your torture.
Chewing on the inside of your lip, your boyfriend watches Morgan as he tells the story of how exactly he managed to strike out at the bar. Spencer isn’t even looking at you as his hand moves, periodically squeezing your thigh.
You shift in the booth, lifting your thighs from the leather seat, ignoring the way your bare skin sticks as you try to pull the skirt of your dress down. “Are you okay?” Emily asks from across to booth, raising a defined brow at you curiously, “You look flushed.”
“Oh,” you respond, your face warming even more, “Do I?” You hum, giving Spencer a pointed look before answering Emily’s question, “I’m fine. It’s warm in here.”
Emily frowns in response, but JJ nods in agreement next to her, so she seemingly drops the line of questioning. The silence enables Spencer to lift your dress and place his palm back on your inner thigh, the warmth of his skin searing your own. This time, he spares a look down at you, and you nod softly in response.
If you wanted him to stop, all you had to do was let him know.
Spencer doesn’t move his hand any further up than your mid-thigh, the fabric of your dress half covering his hand as he continues to tease.
It’s not until you have to cover up a whimper with a cough that you try to excuse yourself to the bathroom, having Spencer get out of the booth seat so that you can walk to the back of the bar, turning the corner into the restroom.
You’re not sure what your plan is now, shaking out your hands with nervous energy as you pace around the dark blue-tiled bathroom. You yelp when the door swings open, covering your chest with your hand as if it could slow the pounding of your heart as Spencer sneaks into the bathroom.
He locks the door behind him before cupping your chin with his hands and bringing your lips to his, the kisses are almost heart-wrenchingly soft until they ease into the world of desperation.
It appears as though a week and a half away from you was more than Spencer could handle, the way he gently pushes you toward the wall makes it that much more obvious as you sling your arms around his shoulders and kiss him back. Interrupted only by you shrieking when one of you sets off the automatic hand dryer.
Your surprise morphs into laughter when you realize what the noise is, giggling up at Spencer, you ruffle his hair affectionately, “Hi.”
“Hey,” he says, dropping another kiss to your lips.
Letting your hands drop to your sides, you hum into the kiss, “What did the team think about you following me into the bathroom?”
Spencer shrugs in response, pressing soft kisses along your jawline, “Emily’s convinced you were going in here to throw up, she’s the one who insisted I go.”
You gasp slightly when his hand moves up to your breast, “Do I look like I’m going to throw up?”
“You look beautiful,” Spencer says, skimming his palms down the soft cotton of your sundress, lifting the fabric, and letting it flutter back down to your thigh. “I missed you,” he murmurs, resting his hand on the crook of your shoulder and kissing you, soft, open-mouthed kisses that function solely to leave you wanting more as his other hand ghosts over your body.
You sigh contently against his mouth, a gentle moan escaping your lips when he slips his tongue into your mouth, swiping it along your lower lip. “I missed you,” you repeat in kind, “Ten days is too long.”
It was a non-complaint, really, something you’d bemoan over while his mouth was pressed against yours, but nothing you’d ever hold against him. Besides, time apart just made the reunion that much better.
“Spence,” you whisper, knowing he’s waiting for you, waiting for you to cue him into what you want. “Will you touch me?”
He smiles against your lips, nodding softly as his hand lifts the skirt of your dress, his fingers tentatively hovering over your panties. “What made you so needy?”
You roll your eyes, peering up at him through your mascara-covered eyelashes, “Asshole,” you breathe, your chest deflating when he cups your cloth-covered core.
“Ah,” he says, “Strong words from someone who wants something from me,” he says, his eyes flashing deviously at you, gold shimmering under the warm light of the bar bathroom.
He increases the pressure of his hand and you moan in response, but you try to cover it up with speaking up, “I have fingers of my own,” you retort.
Pulling his hand back, you try not to pout at the loss while he smirks at you, “It’s not the same and you know it.”
Unfortunately, he was right, but you could use that to your advantage, raising your eyebrows, you hum curiously, “Why don’t you show me then?”
If there was one thing Spencer could never turn down, it’s a challenge, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when his hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties and swipes a finger through your folds, his other hand coming up to push your shoulder to the wall so that your legs don’t have a chance to give out from under you. “I can tell you missed me,” he whispers gently, his tone almost a coo in your ear as you nod helplessly. “All this from just one touch of the thigh,” he continues, spreading your slick over your cunt with his fingers.
A soft whimper escapes your lips when Spencer’s index finger firmly presses to your clit, the gentle pressure bringing that airy feeling back to your head. One touch might’ve been an understatement, but you’re in no position to correct him. “Spence,” you sigh his name.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he says, rewarding your speech by slipping a finger gently into your throbbing pussy. The digit slowly swirls around your wet hole before withdrawing and moving back in with a second finger.
The stretch of your cunt makes your breath hitch, your head dropping to Spencer’s shoulder so you can use the fabric of his dress shirt to muffle your moans. The tile in the bathroom only bounces the strained noises from you and the wet squelching caused by Spencer’s fingers fucking into you.
As his middle and ring finger continue thrusting, Spencer cranes his neck so that he can press gentle kisses to the side of your neck. He nudges your head up so that he can use his spare hand to pull down the front of your dress, flipping over the cups of your bra so that he can massage your breast.
Your head spins while you feel him everywhere, “Oh, shit,” you gasp when he pushes his thumb against your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly buzzing with a pressure that you desperately needed to release.
Spencer hums, “My pretty girl,” the vibrations of his lips against your skin made your walls clench around his fingers. He was gently sucking at your chest, leaving little hickeys across the otherwise unmarred skin.
His thumb swipes over your clit, the movements perfectly timed with the thrusts of his hand.
“So good,” he praises you softly, “Letting me play with you in the bathroom, baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you need me,” he says, unrelenting in his ministrations.
A low whine comes from your throat, and you nod, “Ah, Spence,” you whimper, tilting your head back as you gasp for air, the dizzy feeling in your head coming crashing down as you cum. His free hand covers your mouth, muffling your moans so that you don’t alert any passersby to what is happening in the bathroom.
Your legs shake beneath you as Spencer holds you up, his hand slowly withdrawing from your panties, and you respond exactly how he wants you to when he holds his fingers in front of your mouth, enveloping his third and fourth finger within your lips and gently sucking your own slick from his digits. He gingerly presses a kiss to your forehead before taking his hand back.
He crouches down to the floor, gently tugging at your underwear and sliding them down your legs, you step out of them, your face hot as you watch him fold the damp fabric and slip them in his back pocket.
Softly, he cups both of your cheeks with his hands, skimming the pads of his thumbs over the high points, “Are you alright?”
Taking your lip between your teeth, you nod a little dazedly, “I’m not feeling well,” you murmur, a sly smile growing on your face, “I think it’s time for us to head home.”
He washes his hands, muttering something about the efficiency of hand dryers before he opens the door to the bathroom, gesturing for you to walk out in front of him. His hand on your back guides you to the table.
“Hey,” JJ frowns, “Are you feeling alright? You look a little green,” she observes, watching Spencer as he gathers your things.
Shaking your head, you shrug, “Might’ve been something I ate, we’re gonna call it a night,” you explain to the rest of the group, not even evoking a suspicious look from them.
Emily nods in what she probably thinks is absolute understanding, “Let us know how you’re feeling in the morning. Garcia was talking about going to a farmers market.”
You glance over at Spencer, wondering if he already has plans for you tonight, but you nod anyway. Waving goodbye to everyone before your boyfriend nearly drags you out of the bar, ready to get home.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fanfic#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#criminal minds smut#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#dr spencer reid#spencer reid oneshot#kinktober#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds oneshot#written by margot#mdni#margot after hours#margotober#softdom!spencer#in an arrow heart
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