#cyro content

[sirwormbell-the4st]

Only one other person in the world gaf about him but idc!!!!! This is cyro my alien oc who's been around for. over a year now. way before i got into star trek. isn't he such a creature?

[sirwormbell-the4st]

omg mona u we're right im gonna love this

OK SO A LOT OF THESE WERE JUST ALREADY TRUE AHAHA

a REAL scenario that me and mona conjured up: Cyro tries sushi for the first time and eats the entire ball of wasabi with no reaction. Mar tries to do that. She does in fact react to it.

Ofc he is he's gay. okay but actually maybe not bc he's a long and lanky guy who's like an awkward horse. so.

damn. i knew it

makes sense. he's a chronic gamer. i bet when he screams his voice cracks like crazy and it humbles him beyond belief.

This one was ALSO just a fact of his character before this. he's from a different planet. he doesn't know what humans consider food.

this AAALSO just something that's been a fact of his character for a while. lying has him fighting for his LIFE. he looks constipated but he's fighting DEMONS

I was just fucking around at the end and rolled this 3 times for him so it was a sign. and like in front of others? fuck no! he's got a giant stick up his ass! in private? yeah :(

true because he's a cringy gamer but strange coming from the guy with huge mommy issues

OPEN TO ANYONE!!!!!!!!!

Headcanon Tag Game

Thanks @quillofspirit ! This was really interesting and fun (though as a millennial I am admittedly perhaps too old to get a few of the references I saw in there! 😂)!

Rules: Use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your OCs, and talk about how accurate they are.

I chose Eadlin, Théodred’s fiancée and my favorite of my OCs, for this.

Nope. She’s never really wanted kids of her own, and she feels awkward around them, especially the littlest ones.

She’s a full grown woman in her 40s who is living and sleeping with the king’s son even though they’re not married yet. She’s not worried about what anyone else thinks.

True, but not unusual in Rohan!

Isn’t this true of *everyone*????

This really made me laugh. It’s a trait that I definitely have — I’m typing this while laying on the floor with my legs in an armchair — and I admittedly gave Eadlin some of my most pronounced characteristics (I’m a huge grudge holder, for example). So why not this, too?

Tagging some OC-friendly folks, like @meluiloth @dilettantefeminist or anyone else who wants to play around with it!

[quimichi]

hello!! new anon here, (may i please be 🌱 anon?)

I was hoping to get a fic on something like "cuddling with genshin girls" idrc how old they are, just pure fluff though!!! also, may it be with Creator!y/n? If so thank you!!

[always remember that this shouldn't ever start to feel like a chore! (its meant to be enjoyable!)]

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❛ CUDDLING SOME GENSHIN GIRLS ༉‧₊˚

Genshin girls x Creator!Reader

Shenhe, Xinyan, Rosaria, Mona & Lynette

A/n: You didn't specifically say who you want, so I used a random character generator on this one! Maybe I'll do more of these in the future!

Shenhe - Mind be purged, world be saved

You feel her body leaning into yours, her breathing slowly slowing down. Her heart still thunders against her chest, but her mind isn't racing anymore. She is relaxed, and completely in the moment.

For the first time in a long time, she is not worrying about the future or her past. She is safe in your arms, and happy as she can be.Your hands running through her snow white hair brings a comforting sense to Shenhe. Her body relaxes even more into you, her head resting against your chest, letting out a relieved sigh.

Her breathing grows even more quiet than before, her eyes closing in content. She has not been this comfortable in a very, very long time. "Enjyoing yourself?" Shenhe lets out a soft and breathy 'yes' sound as she answers you, her head nuzzling deeper into your chest in response. "Mhm," she answers quietly. Her words are little more than a whisper, her voice muffled from where her face is pressed against you. Shenhe moves to rest her head on your shoulder, her hair gently sifting through your fingers.

She does not speak. She simply exists in this moment with you. And in this moment, his mind is quiet and content.

This is where she feels most home.

Xinyan - If there's fire in your soul, you gotta rock 'n' roll.

Your body against her is warm and tender, like a nest of blankets. She buries his head into you, wanting your comfort. Her whole body feels lighter now and she is eager to spend every moment wrapped around you.

She doesn't care to move— not so long as you remain with her. You are her home, her only desire in any moment, and he will take hold of you in her embrace no matter how long it lasts. She is safe here. She is home. You are her world.

Her words are quiet, she's rambling about her day, about how she had to fight tons and tons of cyro slimes today. You can hear the excitement in her voice, the proudness as she talks and talks and talks. You may not be able to make out every word, but you can sense her joy in telling you. She just wants you to be proud of her. She wants you to know how much her days would be nothing without you. Saying if you'd be there, all those slimes would've been gone in a mere second. So, no matter what, she tries her best.

She leans her head against yours, and nuzzles against your neck. Her fingers run through your hair in affection.

Besides music, you are her favorite topic.

Rosari - Do not fear your past, and do not be scared to come to grips with it

Rosaria can hardly remember what life was like before you. Before she’d known your touch. Your warm embrace, the comfort of your presence. When she holds you close, all the troubles of the world vanish for a single, precious moment. The memory of you lingers in the air around her like a perfume. Your breath on her neck, your fingers in her hair. Your heartbeat against her chest.

She breathes your name; a sound like a prayer, a plea. “My love.”

"Yes" you answer, eyes closed as you both hold each other. You're enjoying it just as much. "Stay with me." There is a softness in Rosarias words, a quiet plea that she doesn’t think he can survive being apart from you. She doesn't often say things like these, you're not even sure if she ever had asked you for something like this. But you aren't complaining.

"Please," she urges gently, hand rising to caress your cheek. "Don’t leave me alone."

"Never" Rosaria wraps her arms tightly around you once more. She is a woman made of stone and steel, but when confronted with your love, she becomes like a girl. A girl who has just been told that she is loved back.

"I love you." She whispers, eyes closed, face buried in the crook of your neck. "I don't know what I'd do if I did not have you at my side."

She breathes, then, "You… make me whole."

Mona - Fate is called as such, for it cannot be changed, nor can it be reversed. It can only but be accepted.

She breathes in, her body trembling in your arms. She is still in a way that you would never suspect, but her soul? Your fingers, your touch, your voice? It's as if they've been her guiding light in a galaxy of millions of stars. "Your touch," she breathes, her eyes still shut. "Yours," she whispers, almost to herself, breath soft against your shoulder as she nuzzles into your neck.

"I have so badly wished to feel it."

"You like it this much in my arms?" Mona nods, breath catching as a faint blush appears on her cheeks when you speak. Just now she realized how blod she actually was. "I am content." There's a smile that blooms on her lips when she finally opens his eyes. She is close to you now; your hands can feel the rise and fall of her breath underneath your fingers.

Mona’s body presses closer against yours, seeking comfort in the warmth of your body. The faint blush on her cheeks has only grown more intense as she stares at you, unmoving, her eyes searching your face, studying every inch of it once more with a deep reverence. As if she had never studied it in the first place.

"When I look at you," Her voice is a whisper. "What I feel… it is much more than content." And look at her now, hiding her face in your neck to stop your burning gaze upon her blushing face.

Lynette - Staying silent is beneficial for maintaining focus and gathering intelligence

She leans into you, the tension leaving her body, and her mind becomes clouded with the warmness of your embrace.

When Lynette's introverted personality acts up, she becomes distant and cold to most others. But with you, she wants to be close and intimate; she craves your presence and attention, needing the warmth of your touch. If anyone has the power to melt Lynette's seemingly icy facade, it's you. Lynette's lips tug up at the corner, and she smiles softly, her eyes fluttering closed with a pleasant flush. She can almost feel how she drifts off to sleep soon.

She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Can we...have tea after this?" "Of course" You're softly stroking her ears, careful not to be to rough, after all her ears are sensitive. In your arms, Lynette feels safe. It's a foreign feeling to her. When she's in your company, she feels his tension slowly ease; her breath is no longer heavy, but calm and even.

With you, she doesn't have to put up a front— he doesn't need her usual 'facade'. Lynette is content to simply remain in your arms, her face buried in your chest, and her eyes closed in absolute comfort. After all she's a cat, it's no wonder she started purring in your arms

[deathbxnny]

Hello! Thank you so much for you doing my request but can I ask again? If i can , can you do honkai star rail x reader and reader is from genshin impact and a vision holder ( cyro, hydro or geo ) and they are from sumeru and there are part of the academy and part of Vahumana and vahumana Its specialty is Aetiology, or the study of cause and reason for something, and encompasses history and social sciences. And the character's are Dan heng, blade, welt, gepard and sampo is it ok? And take a break, eat well and drink lots of water before starting other stuff because your health is more important ok? And thank you again!!!

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request and kind words! I neglect myself often for others on accident, so hearing kind reminders is very helpful! I hope, I can do your idea justice!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Dan Heng

Is quite confused sometimes by your studies, yet asks as many questions as he can. Mainly so he can understand what you love so much about the topic and why you're passionate to study that of all things.

Definitely has many talks about you regarding any theories or studies you make, always open to learn something new along the way. He finds your opinions and ideas very intriguing and wants to hear everything you have to say.

Will also add any new information to the Data bank with you, just so he can revisit them later and study them too for you.

Your Geo vision impresses him greatly, always watching in silent awe as you move and control the earth and rocks at your will. It also puts him at ease to know that you can defend yourself and therefore won't get hurt, if he isn't with you.

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》Blade

Absolutely doesn't understand the point to your studies, mainly since his view of the world is quite simple. The world is just evil and dark, there is not much more to it in his eyes. And finding a reason for all of that just seems like a hassle and waste of time. So it's hard to get him off of that mind-set at first.

But you try to anyways, having long talks about your theories and thoughts, until he finally begins to try and understand your views. He's s little grumpy and reluctant about it, but still does his best for you. As long as your happy, he'll try his best to get it.

Your cryo vision is something that immideatly catches his attention though, especially during battle. He likes how strong it is and how you're able to just freeze your enemies and defeat them easily with no effort. He's definitely very proud of you for that... though he'd still want to protect you himself.

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》Welt Yang

The most interested person in your studies for sure. Wants to know all about it and perhaps even cares for the subject himself. He likes helping you out with his own knowledge and notes down anything new you tell him.

He'd definitely have very long conversations with you about all your study topics and likes to add his own opinions on the subjects. He could listen to you speak for hours on end too, finding the way you look so excited and passionate about your theories super cute.

He'd our hydro vision fascinating and nearly calming in a way. Especially when you move so elegantly and smoothly during battle. He likes to stand back and watch you do your thing often, stepping in only when needed. But he's proud, when you can protect yourself just fine too.

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》Gepard Landau

Is definitely intrigued by everything about your studies and wants to know more about it. He would also get you all the research that you need, just so that he can help you get further with your theories.

He will try using the knowledge he's gained from you in his work as a Captain too. He thinks it may help him think of his next moves easier, if he tries assessing past mistakes first.

Gepard would also be willing to have long conversations about various topics in your field too, just so he can watch how passionate you get. He likes to learn about new view points and opinions through your talks as well.

He is very interested in your hydro vision, as it compliments his ice abilities very well. You two would be an unbeatable duo on the battlefield, even if he'd never put you in a position, where you'd ever need to fight.

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》Sampo

Doesn't really ask much about the topics of your studies, unless it benefits him in his little endeavours or in his, well, "work". He also wouldn't have much to say on the topic, as he never thought about it much before.

With that said, he'd still be willing to listen to you talk about it all day, mainly just to spend time with you. If the topic is interesting enough, he might be willing to learn some things here and there. You never know, where it might come in handy after all.

He tries to form an opinion on some topics for you, but they won't be very elaborate or deep. But it's the thought that counts!

Your Geo vision on the other hand is very interesting to him. You'll have to stop him from using your abilities for anything not so legal though.

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A/N: Thank you again for the request!<33

[comradeboyhalo]

im pretty sure cyro in skeppy's videos was before my time (2016-2017 era im guessing?) but from what ive heard its v sweet to see them back to making content together

[cyrohzin]

Looking back I think I blogged the least about Raz, and I feel like shit about that as I am realizing it, and so I am going to try and post more about the boys because they are wonderful too and totally deserve attention; who doesn’t love cat/dog posts? I will try and get them cuddling, they don’t want the internet to know they do that. 🤭

Raz was such a special girl she didn’t really translate into content that works for the internet very well. Sharpest cat I ever met to date though, wish I could have caught her speaking on video, she could say “Mamma” so clearly it was freaky. Will try and do another post-life about her. 🥹 got her picture up on the fridge to remind me.

This is the last single-frame I have of the whole trio, from back in July 2022. Resting after a long warm day (it’s about 10pm then)

Brain is totally melted out from today though, so I’ll sign off before my only input ability become a cry-swollen face keyboard roll, lol.

Remember what you have because it cannot be kept forever, and time flies.

-Cyro

[clarafell]

@lielove has made a contract.          —         ★

Homura has only read the finest books from Inazuma, safely tucked away within the Zapolyarny Palace in Snezhnaya. Her snow-covered home was the only place she has come to ever know for centuries after she awakened from her slumber all those many years ago. To long to hear the ringing chime of permission from Her Majesty's lips never occurred to her, not in the beginning. She didn't ever think to leave her gilded home when she first woke up. The Tsaritsa's collection of books and art kept Homura quite happy, so she did not have any longing to see the rest of Teyvat. Being fed on detailed stories by the people she was allowed to meet also kept her content, though she always preferred hearing stories from Cryo Archon herself.

So much time had passed until she began to grow restless, almost as if something wasn't happy with this winter wonderland and all its dreamy luxury. The transition from being a sheltered secret to being free to choose her path wasn't hard. Well, that's a lie. The Tsaritsa and the rest of her closest subjects didn't fight against her when she finally expressed the urge to leave the palace walls. She isn't sure what made Her Majesty so willing to let her go, but she hopes the important training she has endured is the reason for her wise approval.

She had to jump through so many different stages until the more curious Harbingers were satisfied with their... studies on her. The repulsive Dottore, always wearing that smug grin, had to be the most curious person she has met in the palace walls. He hailed from a region of wisdom, but she strongly disagreed with his methods of obtaining his results. She always wanted to be free of him and his never-ending attempt to unravel every little inch of her secrets— As an outsider from another world, she must look like a very rare treat for him to dissect.

Homura couldn't place blame on him, though. She also wished to know more about herself, not just about her missing memories and aching heart, but... She suspected The Doctor didn't want to stop just there. Solving every mystery wouldn't quell his thirst, though she wished it did make him lose interest in her. She worried, mostly whenever she was left alone in the same room as him, over whether he would long to see how far a mysterious Descender can be pushed over the edge. Every time she thought about him and his whereabouts in the palace always, no matter what, sparked this strange feeling of déjà vu...

She had no memories, certainly no friends from her real home, so it's only natural she wished to know more about herself. So much is missing in her life, including the reason why she came to this world. She knows the story of her discovery because of what others tell her, such as how she fell from the sky until she landed in a frozen body of water. She appeared as a shooting star, inflicting onlookers with unwanted feelings. Homura wished she could remember all of this herself, but she didn't awake until one whole century later. She enjoyed the company of Her Majesty very much, but being incomplete in an already unfamiliar world helped push her towards wanting to travel until she finds more answers about herself.

Homura's price for freedom, not that she necessarily thought of it as a bad thing, is that she still must serve the will of the Tsaritsa. She wasn't one of the Harbingers, certainly not anytime soon, but... She still desired to help the Tsaritsa. Her heart rang out to the Tsaritsa, though she didn't understand why in the beginning. To bring the old world to an end is the Tsaritsa's wish, always wrapped up in layers upon layers of reasons for such a strong dream... Homura thinks she has also, like the Cyro Archon herself, desired to break down the old world to build something better. She doesn't know why, but she still sympathizes with such a familiar quest.

Homura's mission in Inazuma is very simple: She must continue her quest in forming contracts with anyone during the Vision Hunt Decree. To spread her creation, soul gems, across every corner of Teyvat has become a goal for her. It felt like the most natural thing for her to do.

The Tsaritsa smiled down upon her as soon as she formed her very first contract in the throne room, producing the very first soul gem in this world. Homura remembers it quite dearly since Her Royal Highness softly told her they were more alike than she knew. She bestowed people with powerful visions, touching the heart of the powerless. Homura always did feel a twinge of guilt and pride whenever she remembered that moment... How could someone as broken and lost as her be compared to someone so majestic?

As someone without a vision nor a delusion, she can freely walk the streets without fear. She has shakily grown accustom to traveling by herself, though she still often gets very lost. The only reassurance that keeps her taking more steps is how the Fatui, no matter what their rank is, populate the isolated region. She may not have the proud title of Harbinger, but she still serves under the Fatui as long as the Tsaritsa still continues her glittering reign.

To occasionally spot the Fatui on the streets in the crowded Inazuma City helped her uneasiness, but the sight of all the blooming cherry blossoms filled her body with... sorrow. No, it didn't feel quite as heavy as sorrow— Her core is being invaded by nostalgia, coated in both bitterness and sweetness. But how? How can she feel nostalgia for the sight of the beautiful cherry blossoms when she has never seen such pink blossoms before?

Homura's aimless walking brings her to a stop, unable to ignore the growing feeling inside her. It felt silly how such delicate-looking petals could conjure something so dormant, but she couldn't control what or who she triggers something from her past. As much as she longs to blend into the background, Homura's mourning dress gives her away. Not only that, but her ruffled dress did not match the Inazuma fashion. Dressed all in black only made her feel more exposed, though the bright ray of sunshine also conspired against her and her unnaturally pale skin.

Forcing herself to take a deep breath, Homura lingers in her spot.

She knows she is wasting precious time, but she needed to not overwhelm herself. She hated to admit it, but she often needed long bursts of time to recovery from being hit with too much sensory details. Now, it seems, is one of those moments... So much for her mission and duties. They will have to wait.

The sweet melody of what sounds like a street performer reaches her ears. It sounded more like a slowed down song, almost like a lullaby, which seemed like an odd choice of music to share on such a busy day. It didn't matter what the song was since it coaxed her to wander until Homura stumbles upon a young woman, surrounded by curious little children and an overwhelmed mother with what appears to be her newborn baby. It didn't too long for Homura to realize this long-haired street performer is singing to soothe the baby, perhaps even the mother. It's a generous deed, especially since the mother looked so overwhelmed with those bags under her weary eyes.

❝ This song... Where have I heard this song before? ❞  Homura didn't realize any soft-spoken words left her lips until it was too late for her to take them back. She must look more like a ghost than a woman of flesh and blood to everyone around her, but she doesn't care anymore about her appearance or her tired feet. Her words are not directed towards anyone, especially not the source of the song.

[mimi-cee-genshin]

from your injuries in genshin post; i believe people have more resistance based on their vision.

cyro users would have less trouble will cold or things like freezer burns.

pyro user would have less trouble with burns and such.

geo holders would have more pain tolerance and more resistance

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Ooo. I've considered some of these. I wonder how much of these ideas have canon content to support them. I've also been wondering how if characters retain some of their resistance if they don't have their vision with them. Like... was Diluc more prone to injury when he left his vision? Or maybe some of them were already superhuman like Beidou since she was already strong before getting her vision? And would a vision holder still be resistant to Xiao's karmic debt if their vision wasn't with them? These are just questions I have to get a better understanding of the "rules" in Genshin Impact world.

One of the ideas you mentioned is actually something I'm planning on incorporating in my fic's world. But I won't elaborate because it'll spoil the story. :)

[ayumu-genshin-impact]

☽ 𝒲ℯ𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 ℬ𝓁ℴℊ ☾

This is a blog about my Genshin Impact OC, Ayumu Akiyama, aka Ina Stellaner. Here I post self-drawn works about my OC and her life story. 𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑠: Easy Paint Tool Sai - Outlines, Color Clip Studio Paint Ex - Background, designs, effects 𝑀𝑦 𝑂𝐶´𝑠: Ayumu Akiyama / Ina Stellaner - Main Feng Mao Hao Jiang 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠: Name: Akiyama (current), Stellaner (childhood) First Name: Ayumu (current), Ina (childhood) Birthday: 29.03. Elemental Power: Pyro-Cyro-Mix Weapon: A High-Caliber Sniper-Scythe Home: Kaenriáh (orginally), Sheznaya (childhood), Mondstadt (Current) Crush: Dainsleif Backstory: Ayumu was just a small child when the Khaenri'ah disaster struck. Together with her mother she fled to Schneznaya. She grew normally and soon gained her divine eye and the ability to use fire. Over time, Il Dottore became aware of her and used her for his experiments. Her soul was shattered, much like a traumatic event. In addition, she gained a mixed element of ice and fire through the experiment. Her mother saved her and together they escaped to Mondstadt. There her mother met a man, married him and had a child with him. Over the years, Ayumu can integrate their personalities back into herselves. Only in stressful situations does she hear voices in her head. When she meets Fatui, she re-traumatizes again and their personalities come out again. She stays in Mondstadt until she meets the Traveler and moves on with him. In this way she also gets to know Dainsleif, with whom she then moves on.

~*~ Name: - First Name: Feng Mao Birthday: - Elemental Power: Anemo Weapon/Catalyst: A Hookah Home: Sumeru Crush: Alhaitham Backstory: -

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Name: Jiang First name: Hao Birthday: 19.03. Elemental Power: Cryo Weapon/Catalyst: Two swords Home: Lyue Crush: Xiao Backstory: Hao is a resident of Liyue. As a young child, she made an offering to Xiao because she did not understand why one should not pray to him. Little by little she grew up, but kept her composure. She also wanted to make herself useful and fight against the threats. This taught her how to use a sword. Hao is a loving and caring person who puts her well-being before the well-being of others.

~*~ 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠: Dainsleif x Ayumu (OC) - MAIN Xiao x Hao (OC) Diluc/Alhaitham x Feng Mao (OC) 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑦 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠: Do´s: - Stay polite ✔️ - Write constructive criticism ✔️ - If you want to use my works, read the following rules ✔️ Don´ts: - Don't badmouth my pictures, just because you don't like my couple with XY ❌ 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑈𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠: Allowed is: - Taking and uploading my images on other platforms (Exception: pornographic sites, sites with inhuman and/or animal-degrading content or other illegal content) - Using my images as references - Using my pictures for collages - Using my pictures for videos Not allowed is: - Using my images for sales purposes - Claiming my images as your original work, even if they were used as a reference - Using my pictures to badmouth me or others ~ Putting stamps or signatures on my pictures, especially without any personal contribution (I don't say anything about elaborately designed

[frozenambiguity]

you give me very chill vibes (pardon the cyro puns) your kaeya is so.... cool, icy hot kinda vibes, you feel? like brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (okay no seriously i love your writing amazing work)

Anonymously tell me what kind of vibe I give off

Ooc; I accept the chill vibes solely because of the pun, because when I tell you I'm the most recognized capslock user in this world... I get excited easily and I like properly expressing it jhdsdgj. Thank you so much!! I definitely have yet to explore his icy persona more ( we've had some sass and angst here and there, but not enough!! ), and especially his manipulative & gaslighting side. Like, those aspects of his personality are extremely interesting to me.

But thank you, thank you!! I love talking to you ooc and discussing theories. It is very fun, my friend! Thank you for liking my content and supporting me. <3

[shadowx16]

Your writing isn’t bad at all, sure it may not be the CRAZIEST writing of all time but i think it’s awsome B) i’m also kind of facing these issues too, the only reason why i made a tumblr account was to search content for the hollow and i did! I saw cool fanart, great concepts, and thought of pairings i didn’t consider before (COUGH reekai COUGH COUGHYG) but i kinda want to distance myself from that and by finding things like RTF and hearing about the beyondverse i want to make more things than just think about ships. I like this fandom even tho it’s dead asf, i hate being an artist who draws slowly cause you would be pretty amazed by some of the ideas i have for this show. Please don’t give up cursi, no matter what happens, you and cyro are a big part of this fandom! Inlcuding those who are still here :)

I open AO3. My latest The Hollow alternate universe fanfiction with dedicated lore, a unique premise, original characters, mysteries, and a planned adventure has nine kudos and around 100 clicks.

I scroll down to the Kaidam fanfiction. Kudos from the 50s to 90s. Clicks over the hundreds. Less comments though. I generally prefer comments on my fan-works anyways, but the kudos say a LOT too.

At this point I can’t tell if my writing is bad or if this fandom only really cares about popular ships. I keep entertaining the thought of adding Kaidam to Realm of The Forgotten but, again, I don’t want to sacrifice the narrative of my story for people to only focus on a minuscule part of it. I like to tell stories, and it’s so fun when people discuss and speculate in the comments with me.

I sometimes feel like giving up, not gonna lie. This fandom is just so…non-cooperative? I’ve seen this talked about in length in a different post. The little of us left should really up our game and interact with the fanbase more.

I’ll keep going regardless, because I love The Hollow. It’s my favorite show. The Hollow literally brought me to a friend I now consider my true family. It fundamentally changed me as a person. I’ll never truly give up on it.

I just wish fandoms in general were more interested in concepts not related to popular romantic relationships. I wish The Hollow fans would interact with concepts and alternate universes that others create more often, and maybe even entertain less popular ships? What happened to fandom curiosity and discussions and analysis about other people’s works? What happened to fandom unity and collaboration?

Or maybe my writing IS bad and I’m complaining about nothing? I’m not sure. I’ll keep moving forward. Maybe things will look up? I hope they do. I want to be a part of this fandom, but god is it frustrating that most don’t really snag onto each other. Everyone is doing their own thing instead of collaborating and communicating.

I don’t know, I’m just ranting a bit to get things out in the air. I wonder if anyone else feels like this?

[bakhtaks-blog]

I saw this commercial and thought about this.

[tteokdoroki]

OCTOBER 29TH. THE WINTER SOLDIER

“who the hell is bucky?”

♱ — eijirou kirishima + non-con/dub-con.

♱ — synopsis; he’s not a bad man, he promises you that. it doesn’t matter how many people he’s killed with his bare and metal hands…kirishima will make sure you know how sorry he is by the time he’s done with you.

♱ —length; 5.2K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, mentions of murder, assasinations, stalking, non-con to. dub-con, drugging, phallophilia, begging, manipulation, virginity loss, cherry chasing, power dynamics, breath play, temperature play, fingering ( fem!receiving ), strength!kink, softt fem!reader, yandere!kirishima, winter soldier!kirishima. not beta read !

♱ — notes; happy saturday angels!! we’re so close to the end of kinktober waaah!! i kinda like this one, it’s a bit dark so please be careful when reading !! check the warnings as well… tbh ive had kiri brain rot all this week, so this makes sense !! as usual, hope you enjoy <3 - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

people make mistakes every single day— they can be simple and mundane, like tiny little white lies when you forget something important to someone though it might hurt their feelings. the burn of embarrassment whenever you’d messed up in front of an entire class. 

mistakes were common. everybody made them, eijirou kirishima made them— they were out of his control.

the winter soldier was a man lost in his own mind, watching his life go by behind vermillion eyes— taking others with hands that no longer loved or felt like his own. to them, hydra, his creators…kirishima was the ideal weapon, a blank canvas to turn into something sinister and evil. a good natured, strong man carved into the perfect shape to be a killer. behind his own soft, once expressive ruby eyes; eijirou was forced to watch the life drain from the corpses of others— people who had families waiting for them back home with home cooked meals they’d taken for granted, people with children they’d wished they’d raised right or friends that hadn’t quite forgiven them.

kirishima had heard it all, the pleas for him to let them live and do better right before they died by his hands in the most brutal way. each time he ended a life, a piece of his soul went with them, years internal torture following him like a dark fog— weighing down on him like heavy rainfall, soaking him to the bone with red. it’s caked against his skin, ingrained deep under his nails no matter how much he scrubs at them with a bar of soap and water.

death follows kirishima everywhere, aches in his bones and the creaking silver metal of the winter soldier’s arm. it was a curse, a burden that he couldn’t bare to carry on his shoulders— the serum in his veins like a poison that had stolen his memories, the happy soldier boy he used to be. 

he hates the way people look at him now, breaking free from hydra— the sympathy shining in their eyes, he hates the way you look at him too. part of kirishima’s recovery, as suggested by his therapist, was to make amends with every person impacted by his crimes as the winter soldier, and you, the sweet girl next door were next. 

kirishima killed your father years ago, before you could probably spell your own name without sounding it out— he had been a kind diplomat wanting nothing but peace. after his release from cyro, eijirou had tracked you down, only to discover he’d taken your mother’s life too, in a tampered car crash. you’d been alone ever since. 

the winter soldier had taken a happy childhood from you, made you the cute little recluse next door who hid in her stuffy parchment scented apartment— with books stacked high, romance your favourite genre, what you found your fantasies in. kirishima couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered, but guilt edged itself over the expanse of his brain whenever you pitied him in the coridoors between your tiny rented apartments ( though from his recent hero work and inheritance from captain america, he could probably afford to buy tha building out ). your shiny doe eyes would pity him, see the pain in the winter soldier’s own as well as that breaking in the vibranium laced in the arm that wasn’t really his.

in his one hundred plus years of living, kirishima had probably been on more dates than you had knowledge on boys and the reality of romance in general. 

you’d been made that way because of eijirou.

because of the winter solider. 

and he would make it up to you, he would. it was a promise and the least he could do.

years of training had made it easy for kirishima to slip into your apartment that night— silly you, poor little you for having left your window wide open, letting the bulky ex assassin slip through as if he was a silent Siamese cat being welcomed home. footsteps carrying no sound effortlessly slipped into your bedroom just for a peek at you. 

kirishima could have watched you forever, drawn to the way your lips twitch as you sleep and your eyes screw shut even tighter as if you’re being drowned in your own worst nightmare. you’re adorable.

you have no idea what’s about to come next.

it makes the winter soldier’s cock twitch beneath his clothing, leaking fat globs of precum against his inner thighs. he aches to be inside of you, feel you blossom around him like a flower in the spring for the first time— ‘cause god you’re so innocent and inviting.

there’s an instinctual chill down your spine, one that breaks you from your heavy slumber and has your shooting up— doe eyes wide like a deer in headlights while you search for the figure that had been looming over you in the dark.  “e-eiji?” your whisper sits hoarse in your throat, voice laced with cute little wisps of sleep, the nickname you’d given him shooting straight to his erection. “what are you doing here?”

“oh nothin’,” eijirou lies, “just the neighbourly thing and asking for a cup of sugar?” the smile that he gives you is quick, not quite reaching his eyes that usually hold such kindness… there’s something off about kirishima tonight, something that makes you feel sick to your stomach and makes you want to run.

you can’t scramble from the sheets fast enough, for the winter soldier has been trained to move faster— bulky arms swinging around your waist before your feet even hit the floor, throwing you back into feathery pillows of your bed despite your kicks and screams. it’s frightful how kirishima can just manhandle you any way that he wishes, using the bulk of his body to get you onto your stomach like it’s nothing, like the winter soldier would and not your soft, mellow companion who laughs with his gut and grins with the ruby in his eyes. the one who pulled you out of your house for walks to the library late at night.

this version of the man who lives next door, who told you he was recovering from war wounds long before your time, growls deeply as he grabs you by the back of you throat and tugs your head to rest on his shoulder— breathing deep from where you’ve put up a fight, hissing from where your trimmed nails scratch at his one good and fleshy arm. “don’t fight it, please,” he comments, nosing under your earlobe, breathing in the scent of vanilla and money milk from your body wash. “i just want to make it up to you, for what i did to your parents. for taking your childhood away from you.” 

hairs on your neck stand on end, you don’t know if it’s from the mention of your dead relatives or from the way kirishima’s belt clinks as if he’s been undoing it— his metal hand, the perfect killing weapon, folds coolly against your neck and with one wrong move it could crush your windpipe in a second. “e-eijirou what are you—?” you stutter, voice spiking with fear, lodged in the dry ridges of your throat. “m-my parents—“ eyes widening, the realisation hits, you know exactly what he means. 

you know that it’s him who murdered them.

“baby,” the winter soldier coos as you thrash dangerously in his grip, a second away from having your neck snapped. lunging forward, your hot and teary face is stuffed into the pillows to the point where you almost can't breathe, kirishima straddling your hips while simultaneously pushing more of his clothes away. “‘m sorry… s-sorry for what i did to you.” for what he’s doing to you— pushing your flimsy nightshirt up your back, over the curve of your fleshy ass. 

a pleaful whimper lays on your sweet lips, tears welling in your eyes as you practically scream for the ‘hero’ to get off of you— let you go. you’re devastated, trust betrayed by a friend you thought you’d made, a friend now using your body for his own selfish gain. the red head squeezes at the flesh now exposed to his heated hungry stare, running his metal arm over your curves, precious thighs and cute ass—revelling in the way your entire body reacts just for him, goosebumps rising across your back like chicken skin. 

“you’ll forgive me, right?” he goes on, words broken up by shuddered breaths as eijirou’s metal fingers slip between your thighs from behind— spreading apart pretty pussy lips that glimmer with slick, evidence to you of your body’s betrayal , but to him of anticipation, excitement. forgiveness. “just wanna make it up to you,” he murmurs almost empathetically, voice thick with lust— it feels like the war hero is making fun of you, pinning you down against your will between muscular thighs. ��i’ll make it feel so good, baby. promise. i’ll make it worth your while, make you forgive me.” 

tears are hot on your cheeks, burning down the apples of them in salty tracks— you don’t want this, you don’t want him, the man who supposedly gave his life to save Captain America, to take something so precious to you. your virginity— not after finding out he killed your parents in cold blood. you feel almost sick for having found kirishima attractive before, for dreaming of situations a little similar to now, where you’d cry out his name as he made love to you and made you feel seen. eijirou mistakes the wince of your body as he circles a cold digit around your tiny entrance for a twitch of pleasure, grinning to himself as he adds a thumb to your clit to draw slow, salacious circles around the swelling nub— the coldness sending shockwaves up your spine.

it feels nice, good— but that doesn’t make you resist it any less, make you want him anymore. small whispers of ‘p-please eiji—‘ hiccuped into the sheets soaked with both your arousal and tears. a fresh wave of unexpected slick gushes from your virgin cunt when kirishima slaps his bare cock against the length of your slit, as if he’s going to take you with little to no preparation. he’s big, throbbing and soaked with his own milky arousal, his veins fitting snug between your pussy lips, fat and blue while his tip blares an angry shade of red. 

if this were any other time, you’d be happy to have your mouth water— filling with thick drool at the thought of having the winter soldier’s massive girth split you open and be your first. yet, as eijirou grinds his meaty cock into your filthy, embarrassingly soaked virgin mound, you remember that he’s not so nice. trapping you between strong thighs, a metal arm and a frightening snarl. 

“eijirou please—“ you try again, wiggling your hips to get away from him as he ruts his achy tip through your sweet lips, bumping your clit, until he reaches right between your ass cheeks. “p-please don’t do this. i’ll…i’ll do anything you want! i’ll forgive you!” 

“jus’ let me do this,” the winter soldier slurs over the spit pooling on his tongue, dazed by the way the clear strings of your juices cling to every vein of his cock— make it shine even in the dark. kirishima feels feverish, the scent of your innocent cunt driving him insane, on the brink of forgetting his mission— making it up to you. sweat drips from his hairline, even though he’s barely started, hitting the small of your back. “it’ll be okay, she’s… your pussy… she’s dripping for me.” he says like he’s in disbelief, grabbing hold of his dick and nuzzling it against your swollen pleasure nub to hear you whine like a pretty bird song. “she wants this, you want this. i’ll do what’s right, make it up to you.” 

tiny fingers grip the blankets below as kirishima makes a move to push his precum loaded cockhead past your tight little entrance, moaning breathily while hunched over you. you’re sure you’ve bitten your lip to the point of bleeding, red and raw at the slightly painful intrusion of the winter soldier’s dick past your virgin entrance. “‘shima,” you shake your head, watery eyes stinging. “it hurts,” you add weakly.

pulling back with a deep groan, eijirou runs his human hand through his sweaty mane. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you more— add to the heartache of losing your parents. “fuck baby...didn’t mean to hurt ya, we’ll try something else okay?” it’s almost sick how kind he sounds, even if there’s a wobble to what he says. there’s a shift behind you, and you almost miss the heat of his cock against you, only for it to be replaced with the frozen temperatures of his vibranium fingers prodding against your spasming hole.

against your own will, your thighs twitch apart instinctively— making room for kirishima between them as he circles the rim of your entrance, living up his fingers with the salacious pool of your arousal before pushing against the resistance of your unclaimed walls. “stay still baby, s’gonna sting for a bit,” he comments, choking on a depraved, corrupt gasp at how warm you are inside. the redhead stuffs you full of two fingers, sliding them into you with the aid of your honeyed cunt, and immediately scissors them, curling them to map and get a feel of your velvet walls.

you’re untouched territory, an empty playground of innocence and purity and now…kirishima’s for the taking. he’ll teach you things, he thinks while stretching open your hot little cunt to prepare you for his cock. he’ll teach you real pleasure, real love, all the things you missed out on after he ruined your life.

“eiji—!“ your cry is needy, amorous as you claw at your pink pillow cases, hips jutting back clumsily at the first shocks of ecstasy to flitter into your blood stream. you’ve never felt like this before. 

“how’s this, baby? better than before?” the winter soldier drawls, practically as needy as you with a pout on his lips, red brows furrowed in concentration for making amends with you and your pretty pussy. his gaze of blood rubies falls to how your creamy sex sucks in his two metal digits, pressing coldly against new spots inside of you, curled against spongey walls until you’re cross eyed and the room spins.

“s’oh my god,” comes your muffled, sweet grouse— the adorable sound tearing in your throat. “s’better… oh, eiji!” 

he needs you to understand that this is all for you, every calculated drag of his thumb over your sticky swelling clit, every stroke of his vibranium fingers rapaciously pumping in and out of succulent unused mound is meant to bring you to the high heavens and help you forgive him. kirishima’s chest swells with pride knowing he’s the first to have you like this, seeing you clamp down on him as he pleasures you, thumb glued to your little nub, writing apologies into it. “i need you to know, baby,” he says in awe of how you take him, even if you squirm and pretend to resist. “that ‘m so sorry, that i’ll do my best t’take care of you like this…” 

a weird feeling in your lower belly starts to build up, in slow stacks like building a house from the beginning— all of the new sensations that come with it having distracted you from the reality of the situation. you can’t trust the winter soldier anymore, not to protect you and not to look out for you— especially when he’s ravaging your puffy pussy while pinning you in place. you hate that it feels good, making your brain tingle and happy hormones crash across it in heavy waves but you can’t help it. your hips buck back onto eijirou’s fast paced fingers which move along your slippery walls at an impressive speed, collecting your juices in the seat of his silver palm.

somewhere, a voice in the back of your head tells you to scream and cry and kick eijirou off— but all you can do is whimper and whine for more as he whispers sinisterly sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. ‘is this enough, baby?’ he’d sigh. ‘can you take more?’ or ‘i hope this makes it up to you’, each candied word sending sparks of ecstasy down your spine and flutters through your darling cunt while eijirou moulds you to take his cock. 

“need ya to cum for me sweetheart, you’ve taken me so well,” he chuckles from behind you, gentle as his fingertips brush against your g-spot. the praises are warm, familiar to the real eijirou kirishima you know lives next door. before you knew the harm he’d done to your family. “can you do that for me, please? then i can fill you up so good, make you truly forgive me. please baby— i fuckin’ need it.” there’s an air desperation about the big burly man finger fucking you to his hearts content, and you think that if you let him keep talking— if you give him this, he might leave you alone.

“i think—‘shima, it feels weird…t-think ‘m gonna c-cum?” you squeak, unsure despite the impending feeling of the rope twisting in your lower tummy that burns as thick metal digits curl against your gummy insides, doused in your syrupy juices. kirishima doesn’t let up, breathing ragged from behind you as he jackhammers his fingers deep inside of you until his palm smacks against your bubbly ass with every stroke. 

he seems pleased as your thighs begin to shake violently, the grip your angel cunt has on him tightening while his shameless stare shoots down to where your limbs meet and you ooze onto him. “let it go baby, you’re gonna feel so good, lemme see, i wanna see you cum,” eijirou damn near begs in a delighted and devoir sigh. a scream rips through your body, dwarfed beneath the size of the super solider as the winding cord in your tummy finally breaks its tension— the pressure that had been building inside of you coming crashing down and your orgasm tearing through you, spilling in clear liquid from your sticky and squelching sex. your teary and dazzling doe eyes screw shut, rolling back into your skull while you release, tainting your folds with a sugar glaze shine— the sweetest treat in the world to kirishima being making you feel good.

he doesn’t relent on your poor pussy as you shake throughout your very first high, stealing the precious moment from you and any future partner who might really love you— who’s not obsessed with the idea of your forgiveness. eijirou thumbs fast and cruel shaped into your raw clit, overstimulating you until the stream of your release stops seeping through the bedsheets. “good girl, such a good girl,” he hums, slowly pulling out of you while you spasm through the aftershocks of cumming for the first time. “stay here, kay? ‘m gonna get something before we have you try ‘n take my cock.” 

the weight of the winter soldier eases off of you, letting air fill your lungs and a clear conscious return to you. 

you wait until his footsteps are no longer audible to make your move, shooting up from the bed with no time to think about how sick your favourite hero is— for thinking you’ll forgive the deaths of the people you love most in exchange for him taking away your precious purity. 

but you don’t have time to make a run for it, tackled to the bed once more by the stronger, trained killer. “i thought i told you to stay put,” kirishima snarls at you like you’re meek prey to him, forgetting his manners and his mission. “don’t you listen, baby? this is all for you,” 

“i don’t want you!” comes your bratty little yell ( at least to the winter soldier ), who only throws you back onto the bed in the same position you were before— sitting heavy on your waist with your face shoved into the sheets. “please eijirou, l-let me go! i won’t tell anyone what you did! i’ll keep quiet! i’ll—“ your words fall away as eijirou grabs you by the back of the neck and you feel a sharp pinprick to your side. “w-what was that?” 

a wooziness takes over you, calming your brain like it did when eijirou was making you feel good. “‘m sorry, i didn’t want to have to use it,” he says with what feels like faux sympathy. “but you just wouldn’t listen!” the redhead eases you down onto the bed once more, it’s a little something that’ll make accepting my apology a little easier, baby. so you stop squirming, so it hurts a little less. now be good, yeah?” 

“y-yeah, okay,” you reply, slow blinking as your body begins to accept its fate.

using the remnants of your previous orgasm, kirishima slicks himself up again, running the meat of his shaft along the length of your quivering pussy— sending hormones of lust dancing across your brain. you can’t see him; but kirishima’s cheeks are flushed with unadulterated desire, his gaze swimming each time he taps the head of his cock against your souse pulsating hole. “gonna fuck you so good, gorgeous, don’t you worry.” he says, words a little too rushed and too eager, and without warning, the war hero’s hips jump forward to drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex, fully lubed up with all your piquant juices. 

eijirou is bigger than you’d dreamed off before all of this, weighty against the stickiness lining your unclaimed, gummy walls. you can feel every brown wrapped pretty around his girth pressing into pleasure spots you’ve not even had a chance to discover for yourself. his breath is shaky and uneven, prickling at your ears despite the static that crackles across your brain— from lust or from the drug you can’t even tell. 

“i wanna move, baby,” the winter soldier gasps, wavering and hips stilling just as he reaches the hilt. this is the least he could do for you, try to be gentle as he completes this last mission— takes your virginity. in all these years of training for hydra, kirishima has never exercised such restrained, barely keeping himself together with every flutter of your sex and ripple of heat from your body  around his cream soaked dick. “so tight, you need to be fucked. you need me, s’gonna be okay baby…just lemme take you.” 

against your better judgement, the voice in the back of your mind screaming at you to fight back— you roll your ass back to meet kirishima’s hips, pushing your searing cunt further onto  his girth as if to coax him to move until eijirou is completely bottomed out and balls deep inside, oozing sweet nectar down his thighs and balls alike. “p-please,” you slur cutely, hating your body for wanting him so bad after everything he’s done to you. “w-wanna forgive you,” 

that’s all the motivation the winter soldier needs to go through with it all, you yelp at the pure strength he possesses in manhandling you into the perfect arch— all of his weight dropping onto you with his caramel and sweaty chest pressing to your back. a pathetic hiccup escapes you when kirishima simultaneously latches onto your neck and pulls his cock from you, using teeth and tongue, lolling the pink muscle over your skin, decorating you with lovebites you won’t be able to hide from nosey onlookers. in one powerful thrust, he’s filling you back up to the brim— all the way up in your guts until you feel him in your tummy, making you feel dwarfed by the super soldier above you. 

with what little energy you have left, still doped up from whatever he spiked you with— you rock your hips back onto eijirou, letting your cute and ravaged cunt suck more of him into your warmth and aiding him in building up a steady pace to his thrusts.

the bed starts to groan and creak beneath the force of the redhead now brutally ploughing into you— precum in fat drops smearing against your ripe and fertile walls that feel like home to his hardened length. your pussy blossoms for the man like a flower in a spring bloom, ready for the taking, ready for kirishima. only he could do this for you, teach you what seeing stars look like, drag you to cloud nine. it was the least he could do for you, and it made his dick twitch knowing that you were starting to accept him— clenching down on his mushroomed tip ever time it pulls out of you with a wet pop.

you stretch painfully over his creamy cock, though you feel like you’re on cloud nine— overwhelmed with a ravenous ecstasy that shoots from your brain to the tips of your toes, right through the heartbeat in your pussy. “feel amazin’ baby, oh that’s right, take me so fucking well,” eijirou whispers into the skin of your shoulder over sentimentally, the heat of his breath clinging to the sex in the air. his large palms drop to the globes of your ass— pulling them wide apart to spit between them and getting an enticing view of his dick lewdly plunging in and out of your perfect virgin hole. “that’s it…you like this don’t you, you like me doing this to you…” 

your mind says no but you can’t help but hump back onto him, still growing used to the burning pleasure as eijirou pushes in and out of you. “y-yes eiji, i-i like it,” he barely leaves your tight heat, with the little proximity between your saltine sweat slicked bodies, prodding at that special spot inside of you that makes you gush sweet nectar. 

you hope it’s the drug talking, every time you coo and cry out for the winter soldier— limp body taking the godspeed pace he moves at, filling you up each and every time. “‘h’baby, you really mean that?” metal fingers crawl up your spine, encapsulating your throat as if he can’t crush it within a second. he tugs your head back with a cool grip into a heated kiss, forcing his tongue over yours, mouths slotting together and sharing moans. “never meant for it to be like this, never gonna—fuck… cause you harm e’ver again, yeah?” kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does in addiction, the handsome soldier succumbing to the mindbreak your gratifying, ichorous cunt had to offer him while he tucks into you.

“yeah…s’okay. o-oh! eijirou!” comes your brainless babble, your sanity falling into a cock-drunk state. eijirou’s own mind is as foggy as yours, plagued by thoughts of painting you white inside and relieving you of his burden— teaching you pleasure, teaching you sin. the slow roll of your hips back onto his mingle with the harsh slap of skin on skin, wet and crude, and hanging nastily in the air. 

there’s barely any oxygen for you to breathe between it all— kirishima rhythmically squeezing at the bruised column of your throat in tune with surging hips, assaulting your poor g-spot. “jus relax baby, go’ta sleep,” you swear you think you hear him say when you grow even more light headed. “lemme take care of you.”

he had no idea your little meek mewls could drive him this far up the wall, or that he’d want you to himself even after taking your virginity. kirishima sucks on the pulse point under your ear to sedate himself, keeping you locked in place with his metal arm— licking the beads of sweat from the side of your face while his free hand wraps itself in the fabric of your sweat soaked night shirt and uses it to tug you back onto his aching, pulsating dick. 

his sloppy groans echo throughout the lost purity of your bedroom, no longer a safe place— but now a reminder of how your body betrayed you, swaying in a taboo dance with the winter soldier as a crude mix of your arousals swing between both of your sore thighs. “i gotta cum baby, please lemme cum,” eijirou huffs breathily into your ear, grabbing you by the ass while he shifts to his knees and using the pure strength of the super soldier serum and his bionic arm to lift you up and down on his cock, forcing you to match his pace in frantic, hungry movements. “need to cum, need’a make it up to ya, please—oh fuckin’ fuck!”

“e-eiji!” you sob, reaching back to dick crescent moons into his fleisher arm that holds you up— letting the winter soldier fuck into you at his own will. “slow down! please!”

he shakes his head, red locks damp and sticking to his forehead as he tucks his face into the back of your shoulder. “c-can’t, need you close too. ‘m gonna cum,” he tells you, whining profligately— the ex assassin revelling in the way you drip thickly down his balls, heavy with cum, the lewd pap pap pap of your sexes moving together creating a song that echoes in the sex tainted air, matching up perfectly with your erotic choreographed routine against the sheets, tainted with your arousals. “gotta get’cha close, are you there gorgeous? that feeling in your tummy back?” 

you nod, simpering out for more even though your brain is too misted to keep up with what’s happening— lust coursing through your veins with whatever drug the winter soldier has put in your system. but the feeling is barely there, and you writhe against kirishima for more…even if you hate it, even if you’re not so sure you hate it anymore.

sleeping with the man that murdered your parents.

however, you don’t need to ask for more, eijirou’s metal fingers releasing your throat and allowing you to breathe again— sliding over your clothed, pebbled nipples and down the softness of your stomach before they coldly reach your hot cunt. they toy with your swollen clit between your throbbing, puffy folds to guide you over the edge once more. 

two orgasms for the two people you’d lost. 

your second high of the night comes crashing over you in a sudden wave, rendering you even more weak and useless than before— you seize up, trapping kirishima inside your soaked cunt as you gush like a sweet flowing river once more. the red head follows suit, his cock pulsing while his cream lines your raw and abused walls. he doesn’t ever let up, pushing his seed further along your walls until both of you collapse into the bed with exhaustion. your hole burns, cum seeping from your entrance as you swear kirishima feels even bigger when his dick is swollen with his orgasm.

“i’m sorry,” he says hoarsely once you’ve both calmed down— but your mind is running a mile a minute, fuzzy and lagging with a combination of your high and the drugs in your system. “‘m so sorry baby,” 

“it’s okay,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering with sleep again. 

though you’re not sure what you’re forgiving the winter soldier for this time.

taking your parents, or taking your innocence.

[harostar]

So I’ve been diving into the Horizon franchise, just a few years late!

(I blame the Genshin Impact collab, because Aloy is a good addition to my Cyro team.)

Come for the cool Robot Animals.

Stay for biting commentary on fundamentalist ideologies, badass heroines, and wow there’s so much casual Queer content in this oh hey can I build a bisexual harem please?

Also Capitalists are the bad guys, everyone. Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos are absolutely going to kill us all. 

[sheirukitriesfandom]

Amen.

Also, we can't tell whether you're just questing or whether you'll return with a friend to pick us off. Had that happen to me numerous times I showed mercy in IC and it won't happen again. Better save than sorry.

In defense of ESO PvP players

So, once again, the Mayhem event is happening and I’m already hearing stories about people painting PvP players as these toxic evil monsters whose sole purpose is to torment casual players. Just yesterday a friend told me about that one former guildmate of hers that would no longer speak to her after finding out she actually killed other players to farm her Tel Var for the set she needed instead of killing sewer monsters all day like a “normal person”.

And look, I get it. Repeatedly getting killed while just trying to finish the damn quest is annoying. But it is PvP content, and if you are unwilling to learn and adjust, you are going to get killed. You wouldn’t run into a vet trial without the right gear and potions either, would you? Now, if you want to avoid fighting, pick a campaign where your faction is currently the strongest - the population indicators are there for a reason. It’s not a guarantee you won’t ever die, but it significantly increases your chances of getting your tickets quickly so you can get the hell out of there.

There is still a possibility that you will encounter toxic players who aren’t there to actually fight, but to bully PvE players who just want to get their quests done. A few years back I encountered a Warden Emperor complete with two Dragonknight bodyguards who had decided to just hide inside one of the quest giver buildings and jump anyone who tried to turn in their quests. They didn’t even flip the town. Repeatedly killing these people did not even give them any AP anymore, as AP gain decreases significantly when you kill the same people more than just once or twice. That’s toxic behaviour alright, but I must point out that this is an exception that does not give you the right to hate on people who enjoy playing PvP.

The Imperial City, however, is a slightly different issue, and it’s due to the Tel Var mechanic. It’s probably going to sound like I’m contradicting myself here, but in this case, repeatedly killing the same people is not inherently toxic (we can’t see how many Tel Var you have and need to kill you to find out) and I need everyone to understand that. Maybe camping the entrance to an enemy sewer base and ganking everyone who walks by trying to get back to base could be considered toxic (looking at you, nightblades), but really, when it comes down to Tel Var, all bets are off. 

(By the way, if you’re in the IC and want to save your Tel Var but suspect the way to your base isn’t safe, you can always queue for a Cyrodiil campaign from inside the IC and it will teleport you out of the City and into your Cyro alliance base! Now you know this and can’t blame the evil PvP players for losing your stones.) 

Personally, I love the PvPvE aspect of the Imperial City, but sadly, it’s mostly dead content outside of events. So yes, I will be there during those, and I will be playing PvP, both because I enjoy it and rarely get to do so, and because the Tel Var are worth a lot of money. I am playing this content the way it was intended, as are other PvP players. It’s not our fault if you are underprepared or not careful. We die too if we let our guard down or round a corner and suddenly run into 30+ enemy players.

So what I’m saying is this: If you die because someone jumps you while you are doing a district boss, it’s not their fault - you forgot to watch your surroundings and died because of that. If someone kills you because you thought it was a smart idea to stand in the middle of the road checking your map, it’s not their fault - you did not have any defensive spells up and were easy pickings. If your entire twelve man team gets killed on a flag by four people, it’s not their fault that you died either - your group allowed them to engage and had no counterplay prepared. And if you lose several thousand Tel Var at once, well, that’s on you too. Honestly. Don’t just rotate through the districts for hours thinking a big group means safety. It does not. Four decent-ish players who are in voice chat together can easily kill 20 players who are uncoordinated. Return to base and bank your Tel Var as soon as you think you’d feel uncomfortable with losing half of them. 

ESO doesn’t have all that much PvP content as it is, and let’s be perfectly honest, the devs care more about literally anything else than they do about PvP. Just… deal with it, let PvP players enjoy their two weeks of mayhem, and don’t blame them for any of the following: having fun in PvP, killing other players in a zone specifically created to do so, or being more skilled than you are.

Thank you!

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin 2.1 Livestream Codes + Content

Codes

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China Only Codes

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Banners

Baal (DPS Electro Polearm) + Sara (Support Electro Bow) banner comes first followed by Kokomi ("Healing" Hydro Catalyst).

New Electro Spear + Catalyst.

Ganyu, Hu Tao and Albedo are returning.

Free 5 Star Cyro Bow Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) coming to Genshin. PS4/PS5 players will get her + bow. PC players will only get Aloy next patch in the mail.

Story + Events

Final Inazuma Archon Act

Scaramouche Encounter + Origin Story

Story Quest for Baal and Kokomi

Xiangling + Keqing Moon Chase Festival Event (New Decorations + Fish Claymore)

Moon Light seeker - find clues to find chests and Moonchase Charms (Treasure Hunt).

Trail of Delicacy's - Locate monster camps where you can offer dishes for buff effects.

Passage of Clouds and Stars Login Event (10 intertwined fates)

Lunar Realm Fishing Event (Catching the Lunar Leviathan that can grant wishes)

Hyakunin Ikki Rely Battle Event (Opportunity to test out every character + new name card)

Spectral Secrets Exploration Event (Adventure's Guild)

Engraved Wishes Web Event

An offline event in Shanghai for the first anniversary (?)

Locations

Watasumi Island

Seirai Island

New Bosses

Electro Endora

Weekly Boss: Signora + Pyro Harbinger Form

Hydro Hypostasis Boss

Extra Content

Fishing system + recipes for fish bait + catch an ornamental fish to raise them in your serenitea pot.

Reducing load amounts for duplicates in your serenitea pot.

Double Top Up Bonus Genesis Crystal Reset

Two Music Concerts around the world (Shanghai might be one location). A live stream will happen.

Inazuma OST coming out soon.

New Keqing figurine + Slime plushies.

Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong anywhere ♪(´▽｀) Watching the eng live stream was crippling. I'm going to bed.