#dive-into-shadows

[bd-wireroses]

“Ayamari.” Adam says approaching the Catgirl. - Adam Saishi

"Mmr?" She had fallen asleep packing her things for her inevitable departure. "Whahappun?"

[the-fallen-aesthetics]

Sevashark (+ bonus Sevabaspis cuz why not)

[beansprean]

PLANCHA!!!!

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ID: Low shot, full body of Nandor in season 3 episode 10 laying on his back on the floor of his crypt next to the coffin after being thrown there by Guillermo during their fight. The background is all in red. He looks straight up in shock, arms twitching uselessly upwards, as Guillermo leaps from the top of the coffin and dives toward Nandor in a perfectly executed elbow drop. Big bubble text at the top says "Plancha!"/end ID

[fluffyk97]

Tell me you're severely sonadow brainrotted without telling me you're sonadow brainrotted...

Sonic 3 spoilers

I fr thought Shadow was gonna swoop in and catch Sonic here- sjgsjgodgksihs

[chipper-smol]

@pupppppppy is to blame for this scene finally getting out of my head

Context: this is the split second when possessed Wukong punches Nezha into the ground and then turns to MK. These two are not on good terms in this au, so Wukong begging for Macaque to save MK is a pretty big deal

scene after courtesy of puppy

[fieriframes]

[The sign buzzes faintly, lost in the blackness. Pancakes float on the plate, syrup suspended mid-pour. The coffee never cools, its heat eternal, like the stars. Outside, comets streak by, leaving trails of forgotten wishes. The waitress pours a drink, but gravity seems uncertain. Fries glisten under a light that casts no shadows. A spoon stirs itself, clinking rhythmically in the void. The clock on the wall spins wildly, but time here is a suggestion. Beyond the diner’s glass, universes fold and unfold. And still, the smell of bacon lingers, defying the infinite.]

[xiiiwayfinders]

The kh1 intro is unnecessarily creepy for a Disney game 💀

[extravalgant]

i looove azteca from like. a narrative stand point

because we have this hero and thats you. were practically the stuff of legends by arc 2 just because of what kind of experience we have under our belt. we've never lost a fight, and it's assumed that we never will. that's how powerful the wizard is—everyone expects them to win, expects light to triumph shadow

and when we fail.... well. it shocks everyone doesnt it? people get angry. people get disappointed. to the wizard, who has never known failure or disappointment, it must feel like an entirely new thing. this culture was here for thousands and thousands of years—a culture and a people you never knew about until you were brought into the spiral.

and now because of you its gone. because you failed to save it and stop morganthe, its gone. and i think merle's passiveness about this situation hits a little differently this way—i read it more as disappointment, anyways. and to someone who has never known defeat, not to this capacity, with this many casualities and victims, the disappointment feels a little more crushing, doesn't it? the wizard is supposed to be a hero summoned from the legends, from a place not beyond a spiral where they had not heard of magic, and it feels like they let everyone down.

this imo is where morganthe truly establishes herself as a villain. i mean she already was a villain before imo BUT bringing a grieving man back from the dead to puppet around AND destroying a world is just straight up evil (and i love that). people like to complain about the malistaire bit which is valid in some cases but i think it really does sell the frivolity in which she chooses to go about things. like hey heres a man you killed with your own hands. probably when you were young. i brought him back from the dead to use as my pawn and now you have to fight him again btw. using a dead grieving man for my own goals. and then the fact that we cant beat him at the end, to 'send him back', is just another way she gets a leg up on us. she leaves us with unfinished business and xibalba destroying azteca is just icing on the already fucked up cake she's given us.

shes TAUNTING us. and this is important because it does come back to us in khrysalis—no doubt the wizard is still haunted by the sins of their past; their failure to save azteca. they have to get through this bit, to learn to let it go, before they can learn shadow magic. after all this, it's still stuck with us—our failure, one that she spearheaded.

dont even get me started on the wizard learning shadow magic maaaaaan because now they share one thing in common—they know shadow magic. they wield shadow magic. and shadow magic is so reviled that it's forbidden. no one else but her can really understand the isolation that comes with learning shadow magic, and it parallels the wizard and her even more because neither of them had a choice! the shadow magi turned morganthe into the shadow queen she is today, and we are subsequently forced to learn shadow magic and do the same if they ever have a chance at defeating her. i love it. i LOVE it. i love azteca... i love khrysalis....

[hotvintagepoll]

Hattie McDaniel is chilling in the light realm imo

yeah she’s up in the Upper Sunshine Echelon if she’s anywhere

[louiekablooey]

Do u think they’re gonna kiss😳

[scopophobia-polaris]

The fact I have to boot up totk AGAIN, honest to God yall after I make this one fuckass post it is au only I am not doing zelda discourse no more

[bd-wireroses]

The sound of heavy footsteps can be heard in the church. - ???

Ayamari is getting her things together - she's getting pretty healed up by now and it's best time to get ready to REALLY go home. She can always visit.

She pays no mind to the heavy footsteps.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

new achievement unlocked:

writing a smut that involves describing Price as an angler fish and somehow turning something loving into the horror of being in a romance with a guy who is a certified war criminal who holds Rory's life in his hands at any given moment on the battlefield

I can never be normal about them. I'm sorry.

[kingofthe-egirls]

For your dark kink and fave may I submit Law and age play? I think he’d secretly like stuff like that with his partner wearing cute dresses and acting dumb

i love age play im not even sorry

Shadow Work (follower request event!)

SWEET SPOTS: LAW x Y/N

also this is sorta for @thus-spoke-lo so i hope u like it!

(cw: Lolita nickname, age play, use of devil fruit, daddy/doctor pet names used, spanking, haki, cunnilingus, fingering, sweettalk, kissing, aftercare)

(a/n: should i say "name-ya" for when Law says ur name? idk lol)

Songs: "Kinda Famous" by Peach PRC, "Sex Yeah" by Marina and the Diamonds

words: 1.5k

"Hey, daddy."

You stroll into the room casually, frilly pink dress swishing as you sit down on Law's bed.

He looks up from his desk, paperwork still in hand. "Room," he says, and then, "Shambles." You sift through the air, suddenly straddling Law's lap. He's leering at you, papers already forgotten as he grabs your hips. He shifts you back and forth on his lap, already hard.

"Lolita," he says, "Have you been feeling lonely, my love?"

You nod, pouting. You lace your fingers behind his neck, playing with the soft hairs at his nape. "Doctor's been so busy..."

Law smirks. "Well, I have a bit of time now. What would you like, dearest?" He always uses sweettalk like it's a weapon. It sounds cold, calculated, coming from Law's sneering mouth.

HIs condescension is addictive.

"Sweet spots?"

It's your favorite game.

Law grins, pushing his chair back to give you both more room. You bounce on his lap, slightly. The swishy skirt of your babydoll dress folds over your legs, riding up your plush thighs. He grips them, pressing long fingers into the sensitive skin. His tattoos glow under the orange lamplight. You stick out your lower lip.

"Show me my sweet spots, Doctor? Please?"

Law's eyes glint with fire, something harsh and cold even in the warm atmosphere. His hands tighten around your hips.

"Of course, sweetest," he murmurs, tracing one long finger up and down your upper thigh. "Here," he starts, tilting his head. His hair is scruffy and dark, his hat forgotten along with the paperwork on his desk. He brushes his thumb over your inner thigh. "Is quite sensitive, isn't it, Lolita?"

His name for you (a secret between you) sends sparks shivering down your spine. He traces circles on your soft, fleshy thigh. You moan behind pouty lips. "Yes, Doctor."

"And here," he abandons your shivering thigh to start pulling at the lacey strings of your dress's soft bodice. It has puffy sleeves, hanging down over your shoulders, revealing your cleavage with a sweetheart neckline. It's pink, and white, and chiffon.

Law traces the neckline of your dress, skimming his steady fingers over your fluttering chest. "Is where Doctor loves to tease you, isn't that right? So sweet for me, Lolita."

You whine, wanting more.

"More, please."

Law tuts, shaking his head. "So impatient, sweetheart. Does daddy need to punish you?" He arches an eyebrow, meeting your gaze with deadly seriousness. His eyes are the color of flint.

You whine, bouncing on his lap again. "Maybe...," you pout, slapping his shoulder softly. Law grins--an evil, malicious thing--and sparks shoot through you again. He shambles you again, this time switching places with the papers he left on his bed.

You're upside down, with your legs spread. Ass in the air, dress already folded up over your back to reveal the fact you didn't add any panties to your little sweetheart ensemble.

"Such a naughty girl," he chides.

Law's hands are sure and swift as they land a stinging slap onto the exposed flesh of your rear. You squeak, half in pleasure, half in surprise. Law soothes his hand over the stinging handprint, cooing softly as he murmurs over you. "Such a pretty thing," he shushes you, still whimpering on his bed. He slaps you again, this time much harder. He lands two more, still on the same place he spanked you the first time. You're gonna be sore in the morning.

"Ten," Law counts, slapping your other ass cheek. You squirm, hands gathered under your chest. Your face is pressed into the mattress, hair slightly covering your eyes. You can see Law's grin through the strands. He's biting his lower lip, flush spread on his scruffy cheeks.

"Nine."

He alternates slaps to either side of your stinging ass, not giving you any time to recover between each spank.

"Eight, seven, six."

He's grunting out the numbers, thrusting his hips slightly, just for the friction in his jeans. His sleeves are rolled up, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his sculpted chest. His abs clench with every swing.

"Sweetheart," he coos, halfway through, "Taking it so fucking good for me. Five."

He spanks you harsh this time, squeezing his fingers tight into the flesh of your ass. It's stinging in earnest now, and you whine.

"Four."

Ow.

"Three."

Fuck.

"Two."

Gonna--

"One."

With a gasping shriek, you cum from Law's delectable punishment. Law coos and sweettalks you through it, soothing his hands over your aching ass cheeks. "Such a sweet little slut for me."

"Law...," you croon, rocking your hips back and forth in midair. "Sweet spots again?"

Law chuckles, loving your neediness, and you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You crane your neck, sitting up slightly in the soft, downy comforter strewn across his captain's bed.

"So desperate for me, aren't you, hm?" He's shrugging off his shirt, revealing tanned muscles emblazoned with his signature heart tattoo. He's your captain, your lover, your best friend.

"Love you, daddy."

He softens, slightly, flint eyes now turned to the soft, warm grey of a kitten's striped fur. You wiggle your ass, feeling the fat of it jiggle. He groans. "Such a good ass for me, huh baby? You like when I play with you like this?" His voice is husky, heavy with need.

"Uh huh!"

"Good girl."

Law stalks back toward you. Like a snow leopard stalking prey, he growls lowly in his chest. He's gonna pounce, and soon. He skims his fingertips over your already soaking folds, slick dripping down your thighs. He plays with it, sliding his fingers back and forth over your slit, before pulling away to examine the glistening shine on his hand.

"Slut," he praises you, and your breath quickens in your fluttering chest. He slurps at your juices, eyes rolling back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue. "Sweetest spot of all," he says, kneeling down behind you and out of view. You bury your face in the mattress, preparing yourself for what comes next.

"Is right here, baby."

He sucks on your clit, and sweetly. His lips are soft, with just the slightest scratch of his stubble. You squirm, already pulsing and clenching with need for more. Your first orgasm is never enough.

"Sweetheart," he gasps, sounds of skin slapping skin coming from behind you as he fucks his fist in time with his licks. "Such a sweet girl for, such a pretty girl--,"

"Law!" you squeal, rubbing backwards into his face. He speeds up, adding two fingers to pet at your entrance. He pushes them in slowly, starting to pick up the pace as he thrusts into his hand. You clutch the blankets in both fists. You're rocking back on his fingers, letting him slurp and suck at your clit like he's making out with it.

Your thighs shake, twitching uncontrollably as your doctor plays with you. Law is grunting and gasping, swiftly approaching his own high as he pleasures his baby girl. "Cum for me," he commands, hardening his fingers with Armament Haki. You shriek, covering your mouth with a fold of the blanket. Your face is buried in the bed, all senses shut out except for Law's fingers, his tongue, his snarling voice.

"I said cum."

The captain of the Heart Pirates crooks his fingers up into you, swiftly pulsing at your g-spot. He flutters them, stretches them, scissoring in and out of you as you gasp and writhe beneath his touch. So close, so close, so close, please fuck yes daddy, doctor--

"'M cumming!"

You cum with a prismatic shiver down your spine, squirting out your juices onto his bed. "S-sorry," you mumble, face heating up with shame.

Law giggles like a little kid, leaning forward to place messy kisses all along your pussy. His hands are spreading your ass cheeks apart as he coos and sweettalks your dripping ache. "So good for me, baby, don't be sorry. You did such a good job for Doctor."

"Th-thanks, daddy."

Law stands up, sliding his hand down your back. He soothes your shoulders, brushing your hair back from your face. You see him smiling down at you in kindness, in love, in adoration. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. "Love you, Lo."

You smile, turning your face into the mattress. Your body is twitchy, achey, and you want nothing more than for him to hold you. He slides into bed beside you, helping guide you into sitting up. He sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rock together, slightly.

"Sweet spots is a good game," you sigh, leaning your head back on his solid chest. He scritches through your hair playfully. You hum, taking in the deepest breath you've taken all day. Law clears his throat.

"Sweetheart?" He asks, voice suddenly shy, "D'ya...d'ya love me, too?"

You gasp, swiftly turning around in his arms. "Love you, Law!!!" You cover his face in kisses, making up for the fact that you didn't say it back right away. You know he's self conscious, know he's nervous, know he's never played like this with anyone else. You're special, so special, and he reminds you as often as he can.

"So much."

Law sighs, finally relaxing into the bed. He tilts his head back, letting it hit the wall. His face is serene. You trace his cheekbones with your third finger. They're flushed, slightly rough.

"Good job, daddy."

He smirks.

[skylarbee]

milex and 'withnail & i'

i finally watched the queer cult/feel-good/feel-bad film 'withnail & i' (1987, dir. bruce robinson) last night, mentioned by milex in an interview in 2008. there were three bits that i found to be... 'particularly puppety'

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aside from what he says, can you spot the wolves there? withnail is giving a breathtaking performance, but the animals don't seem really interested... a thing that @misskattylashes cleverly spotted - 'you thought the wolves would be impressed' (the jeweller's hands)

[galakaz]

COUNT YA DAYS YOU LANKY BASTARD YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR EQUIPMENT AWAY FROM ME FOREVER