#hacking in genshin

[zillychu]

this is a cry for help

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[gum-iie]

hear me out for like 3 seconds guys

[harbingersglory]

Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?

I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!

{☆} characters kujou sara {☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink

Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.

Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.

It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.

"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"

She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.

She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.

"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"

She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.

"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.

"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"

Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.

She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.

She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.

Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.

It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.

She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.

Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.

Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.

She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.

A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.

Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.

..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.

At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.

She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.

But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.

[roseaffogato]

Hacked!Kaveh

The recent Kaveh hack/glitch is insane and I had to draw something for it so have Hacked!Kaveh

[tartar-sous]

whu wha happened-

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referencing this nahida hack i saw on twitter hhh :

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

So we all agree that FL would be an orange cat, right? But is he a big and friendly cat with short hair or long and fluffy hair? Would he lick clean the place where you gave him pets and scratches or would he attempt to bath you with his raspy tongue instead?

I love how fl cat always comes back in your blog 💕

Foul Legacy cat is eternal >:D

he'd be a huge fluffy orange Maine Coon, with big paws and tufts on his ears!! and he's an absolute sweetheart, the type of cat to follow you around and meow until you give him attention or hop onto your lap the moment you sit down. Legacy cat wants to be as close to you as possible, clambering onto your shoulders and pawing at your hands until you give him pets, and even when you're not scritching behind his ears he loves giving you little kisses, tongue like sandpaper over your skin. never does he scratch you and any bites he gives are either playful or affectionate, always rolling over on the floor so you can pet his extremely soft tummy- you can also use him as a pillow if he's sound asleep, which is very common if there's a bit of sunlight coming in through the windows

also, for how big of a cat he is, Foul Legacy cat is surprisingly good at hiding. his long fur means that he can get into places that are seemingly too small for him, since the fluff just squishes and lets him wedge himself wherever he so pleases, including your WORK BAG. not only is it just the right size to curl up in, it also smells like you (and papers and wood shavings and pencils)- once he fell asleep inside and you accidentally brought him to work. Legacy was confused but very curious, and you had to sheepishly explain to your coworkers why there was a giant orange cat happily purring on top of your legs. needless to say you check your bag in the morning now, often scooping Legacy up and setting him on a pillow instead, and he just rolls over and goes right back to sleep with a content rumble

[s7ven-art]

IF YOU WERE IN MY SHOES; YOU'D WALK THE SAME DAMN MILES I DO

[awesome-komachan]

Sketches that will make an ai artist go "what is wrong with them?"

( repost because I forgot to color tighnari hair )

[imjustabeanie]

Hey, just an idea, if you want to share advice with people that shows how damaging hackers can be, maybe make it a type of post that can be reblogged and not locked to a community. That way, people can share it and not befall your same, ill fate.

I did make one before but I don't know how to properly tag it!

Here's the link:

[triko-the-fluffy-artist]

This is why i can't have a normal sleeping schedule.

Because if you try to fucking enter my instagram account at 1:00AM i'm gonna fight back.

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[sternar]

Seems that Lyney and Lynette found a new mysterious assistant for their magic show...?

[tempest-of-the-pearl]

— ‘it’s a pleasure to be working with you. to keep this simple, i am miss natazha s. forte, just call me miss forte if you’d rather not call me by my first.’ — a detective in 1918, whose narrative is full of intricate and rather complicated threads. care to entertain one another? | semi-selective, multi-fandom

[ introductory post; rules; about muse + mod; fandoms muse is in — aforementioned sections under rules cut. ]

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RULES ! | set by the muse’s companion: hyperbole / card / async

— do not rush or pressure me into replying: this is a hobby for me that i will not treat as a job. i also have a life and somebody controlling my internet connection, and that will complicate my timing for our threads. if you fail to comply with this, i will put our threads on an indefinite pause until you let up and reread the guidelines i’ve placed.

— the person running this blog is a minor (15-18): if we don’t know eachother before this blog or any of my other roleplay blogs [ @relentless-researcher / @pyretic-shots / @glimmering-chances ] (i.e. being friends on discord, mutuals on tumblr prior to any side blog creation, et. cetera.), then i implore you to not flirt or be sexual with me—even as a joke—if we are only roleplay partners. flirting with the muse in-character is fine, and i don’t mind mod simping for muse n’ vice versa—but i am both taken, and it’s illegal if a predator just so happens to prey on me. if you attempt to do so, i will block you and continue to take any further action to discourage you from any further interaction with any of my blogs.

— respect any boundaries i’ve set: this goes both ways. respecting eachother is common courtesy. if you fail to comply with this, i will put our thread on an indefinite pause until you let up and reread the guidelines i’ve placed.

— do not abuse anonymous to send unnecessary hate: do i have to elaborate? if you fail to comply with this, i will not fuel your fire. i will not respond, and i will delete what you’ve sent.

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“miss forte? that 30-something russian detective? she isn’t exactly the most easiest woman to get along with, especially after the events of 1914 until now. she was eccentric, slightly temperamental, and was also rather adamant on being respected despite the women’s status during her era—the 1910s. she was charming however—talented and gorgeous, so her demands on being treated equally were fulfilled in different ways.” “what she looked like? ah, you challenge me with my poor memory, listener—but she stood tall and proud, with pearlescent blonde hair, a hauntingly pale, porcelain-like complexion, and memorable eyes of ocean blue whenever there was a storm that happened above. i remember her always boldly going against the stylistic rules and standards they’ve held, yet she obeyed with the late 1800s. perhaps it was nostalgia—perhaps it was grief.” “she had a family once, most of them have disappeared however. don’t press me for any more information on that note.” — your friend from afar.

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aww, learning more about little ol��� me? well . . .

hi !! — i go by three primary names: hyperbole, card, and async! he/they/heirs is very preferred for my pronouns :3 . . . i’m a minor, as stated in the rules—taken by my lovely wife too<3 i’m mostly opening these roleplay blogs as a way to pass time and be more insane about the characters i create with an audience, so you can most likely expect accidental posts on the wrong blog (woops), silly interactions, in-fandom posting, n more ~~~ soooo; lets have a toast to our potential companionship!!! 🥂

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— fandoms that the muse will participate in + the original universe she was made for + muse’s tags f;; Reverse: 1999 / Genshin Impact / Honkai: Star Rail / Pyun Pyun Heart Throbbing Endless Love Bakery (how lengthy-) / Keeper Of The Lost Cities / Stardew Valley / Kimetsu No Yaiba—Demon Slayer. og;; the mansion. tags;; — fortissimo. (in-character / rp) // — side job: crack! (in-character joke posts) // — the pairing of a tragedy with her darling. (pairings between my muse and yours) // — card hacks into forte’s account (mod posts)

[joyejoyu]

YETI CON 2023 CATALOGUE

Hey guys! I'll be tabling at Yeticon with @weiyi-swy from June 17th-18th at Artist Alley table A78! ^-^ I'll be premiering a bunch of new prints as well as trying to sell off some of my old merch~ Please drop by and say hello if you're attending~

[primordial-being]

new genshin quest got me wanting to kms in a good way

[ahhhsami]

PSA for any Genshin Impact players who follow me:

[nemoys]

the kaveh hack is crazy bro is site clearing and breaking new grounds fr i mean slay king 🙏