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Hello love! May i ask for a spicy one but this time Gil teases Thena and gets it back at her. 🩷
Thena glares at Gil as he picks up the phone.
"What?" he growls into it. "Right...yes."
Thena goes so far as to cross her arms at him, raising her brows. Is this really the time?
He chuckles, resuming what he was doing while still on the call. "No, I can talk."
Thena slaps her hand over her mouth as he resumes thrusting, literally completely inside of her as he takes the business call. This is revenge for earlier that morning.
"Right," he grunts, only sounding slightly out of breath as he continues to move his hips against hers, their skin slapping together as he fucks her on top of his desk. He looks down at her, "I'm not available right this second."
Thena glares at him more, but then he hits that sweet spot and she has to close her eyes because fuck! She tries to sit up and support herself with her elbows but that takes too much energy.
Gil moves his hands and pounds into her even harder, "hang on."
She puts both hands over her mouth as she lets out a loud mix of both a moan and a curse. Fuck this man. He moves with that same intensity until he knows damn well that she's getting close to coming. Then, in a flash, he's out of her.
"What was that?" he asks into the phone, completely absurdly with his suit jacket still on and his cock out and rock hard. "Yes, I see."
Thena slams her fists on his desk at the absence of him. She will get him for this. She sits up again, panting for breath and flushed scarlet rouge. "Get back here."
This man - this complete bastard - holds up a finger to shush her with a wink and the cockiest smirk she has ever seen. He is having far too much fun with this.
"Uh-huh, yes," he continues on in his conversation as he comes closer again. "Right."
Thena moans loudly as he kisses her, hoping that it will urge him to put the fucking phone down and resume fucking his impatient partner.
But Gil holds the phone away from them, dampening the sound of her pleasure for those who aren't privy. When he pulls away from her he brings the phone back, "walk me through that part again?"
Thena bares her teeth at him, ready to take matters into her own hands and tell whomever is on the other end of that call that they are keeping her from a very important orgasm.
Gil half turns away, only for his fingers to immediately resume what work he had been doing before. "Right."
Thena moans again, leaning back on his desk with her breasts settling in her new position. This is the kind of thing she used to dream about. Back when she hadn't been working for him for long, and then she would avoid him so her boss wouldn't somehow find out she was having positively filthy sex dreams about him.
"I think that's reasonable," he continues to speak so normally as he hooks his fingers inside of her, stroking that spot with ease. "It's a perfectly acceptable proposal."
"Fuck," she whimpers as, once again, he drags her all the way to the edge before stopping. She could scream, "Gil!"
"Sweetheart," he puts the phone to his shoulder and croons at her, "not much longer--promise."
Fuck this man.
Thena bites her lip. She's so close. She's been close since the moment he called her into his office and proceeded to kiss her until she couldn't think. When he first bent her over his desk and then helped her lie back on it, tits out, skirt hauled up to her waist.
"Hm," Gil pulls his hand back and licks his fingers one by one, "hmmmm."
Thena tries to kick at him, but he catches her ankle and hooks it into the crook of his elbow. He's enjoying the view; she flushes scarlet.
"Let me see," he chuckles into the phone again before turning to face her. He braces himself on the table again. "I'll get back to you."
Thena lets out a shriek as he drops the phone receiver down the same moment he pushes into her again. "Fuck!"
"When did you become so impatient, Naekkeo?"
"Fuck you," she snarls, and sounds just like him when she does. But she's so wound up, and she wants to come so bad. "You owe me."
"On the contrary, Yeobo," he pulls her hips so he can angle himself better. "This is payback for this morning. Now, we're even."
Oh, they would not be even for a long time for this.
"Fuck, Gil, please," she whimpers, positively feverish with need for him. She reaches for his hand, and not only does he hold it, he also uses it for leverage to fuck her even harder. "I wanna come!"
He all but roars as he pounds into her, their hips meeting in a hard and messy conjoining of bodies writhing together. "Fuck!"
Thena comes first, finally free after a very drawn out lead up to her crescendo. Warmth engulfs her completely and she finally lets go of everything that had been coiling within her. She flops back down to the leather deskmat beneath her, hair everywhere, completely exposed. She feels amazing.
Fuck--this man.
Gil comes barely seconds after, hunching over her and his hips giving a last few jerks as he lets his own ecstasy overtake him. He leans over her until he's close enough to kiss her, both of them kissing and gasping for air on different rhythms.
Thena moans as he slips out of her. His office is going to be a mess (and reek of sex for hours). She finally pries her eyes open just to stare at his ceiling. "Fuck."
"Yeah," he agrees, laughing faintly.
She huffs, slapping his shoulder. "It's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
"Gil!"
"Sorry baby," he chuckles, kissing her temple and then down her cheek and neck. "Couldn't resist--and hey, now you know what you put me through this morning."
Thena grumbles as he pulls her up (knowing her core doesn't have the strength in it for her to do it herself at the moment). She nuzzles into his shoulder, "I think you did far worse."
"I think we're even," he refutes, letting her lean on him as he first pulls her bra back on for her, then buttons up her cardigan again.
She grumbles, "I'm sweaty."
He fluffs her hair out for her and kisses her other cheek, "you're glowing and beautiful and perfect."
Fuck, this man; Thena rolls her eyes, pushing at his chest to try and sit up straight on her own. She wobbles a bit, but she does it. "The work day is not exactly over."
"Yeah, but at least I don't have any more meetings," he grins as he fixes his own appearance as well. "Or conference calls."
Thena pouts at him as she straightens herself out a little more, including getting her stockings hooked to her garter belt again. "I should hope not."
Gil helps her off his desk, her knees wobbling faintly as her heels hit the floor. He holds her gently, letting her stand up out of his grasp when she's ready. "Hey."
Thena smiles into his soft and sweet kiss, much more her househusband than her boss. She pats his chest, "you're not out of trouble yet."
"Save it for home, vixen," he both teases and agrees, pulling the hand up from his chest and to his lips. "And ask cleaning to do an extra thorough detailing in here tonight?"
She doesn't look forward to that. It's ridiculous, but she feels like cleaning has some way of knowing what they've been up to in here.
"And Thena?"
"Hm?" she looks over her shoulder a step and a half away from where they were just fucking like animals. She's combing her fingers through her hair and he's collecting his stray papers.
Gil crosses the distance to kiss her again with his sweet, househusband smile, "I love you."
She gives him another little kiss--a truly domestic exchange of affection after a very wild 'meeting' in the middle of the day. "I love you, too."
#Thenamesh Receptionist AU#Thenamesh 18+#a follow up to the previous of theirs#of these two animals!!!#Gil would be such a tease#and he likes it too#he likes feeling like a badass#especially when it results in the pleasure of his precious Thena#also of course everyone knows what's happening in there#yes it's soundproofed but the door is locked and his receptionist is nowhere to be found#next thing they know she's back at her desk and she looks like she's come out of a rock tumbler she's so sparkly and refreshed#and boss is in waaaaaaay too good a mood for it to not be suspicious#Thena does order extra detailing for the night#trying not to seem embarrassed over the phone#of course they know too#they get in their like jesus christ they're like newly weds boss and that lady friend of his#but whatever a job's a job#Thena would dream of Gil just taking her#ravishing her#then come into work the next day like fuck#don't think about it#don't think about the dream you had of your boss railing you against the windows
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Thank GOD for those new promo pics.... I've always said this was the way I picture Aziraphale in modern day if he'd been the demon instead, and now I have the perfect angel!Crowley to match!
#no offense to anyone with other headcanons#but i always find reverse omens to be way too ooc for me#not bc aziraphale is a demon and crowley is an angel that makes total sense#but making crowley an innocent lil bean and aziraphale a scruffy badass just kinda....#idk i feel like you don't have to change their inherent them-ness just bc they're reversed#esp bc the point is that they're so similar in so many ways and what they are doesn't define who they are#ANYWAY all that to say aziraphale would still be stuffy and old-fashioned and prissy and soft#and crowley would still try to be the coolest mfer alive and both succeed and fail bc he's actually a huge lovesick dork#and these pics captures that aesthetic in my head SO perfectly#(also bonus headcanon that instead of getting snake eyes aziraphale's hair darkens along with his wings to symbolize his fall from grace)#good omens#reverse omens#Aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#gomens#angel crowley#demon aziraphale#passengers 2016#rivals 2024#david tennant#michael sheen
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Sam is Adopted
So! Have you ever noticed how Sam doesn't look like either of her Parents? Her Mom and Dad are Blonde and Ginger, and neither of them have Purple Eyes. How would Sam ever come from either of them?
She tells people that she dyes her Hair and wears Contacts, but the reality is that she was adopted as a baby by them. They had just found out that Pamela was Infertile and they wanted an Heir foe their company, so they decided to Adopt a kid.
But the Adoption Agency didn't have any kids who would realistically look like them, so they just got the first kid they found.
She had been left at the Orphanage by her Mother citing an inability to raise her and an unstable income. She never told the Agency her name, but told them that the baby's name was Sam, named after her Grandfather.
Sam was raised knowing that she was Adopted, but never really put much interest into it. Until one day when she decided that her adoptive Parents support of the Anti Ecto Acts was a step too far for her. She took an Ancestry DNA Test to see if she could find her Bio Mom to get away from them.
The results came back, and she found out that her Mom was a woman from Metropolis named Lois Lane.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dcu#Lois Lane#Sam Mason#Sam is adopted#Lois Lane is Sam Mason's biological mother#She got pregnant in College to an Ex and couldn't raise a kid with her Career so she gave her up#When Sam finds out her Bio Mom is a Badass Journalist who dated Superman?#She is excited to say the least#Ecstatic even#She does still love her adoptive parents but they have been going through a rough patch lately#What with them supporting the Acts that would outlaw her Best Friend's very existence#And also her (she's liminal)#Alternative Idea: What if she is Lois and Clark's first kid who got kidnapped and ended up in a random Orphanage?#Danny is one day teasing Sam and she punches him through 3 Walls when her Powers come in#Tucker feels left out#Until he remembers he is the Reincarnation of a God-Like Pharoah who mastered All Magics in the World and has all of his Powers#Then he feels slightly better
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Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help
#this tv show has consumed my every thought#it's like tumblr catnip#go watch it#it will eat away at your brain#there's also a butch lesbian butcher#an autistic manga loving weirdo (my beloved)#and a badass psychic who's also a mess#WHAT MORE COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?#updating the post bc the reblogs lead me on a WILD wiki rabbit hole about the eras of England#okay so Edwin is born in 1900 which means he was born 1 year before the end of the Victorian era (1837-1901) so technically he's a victoria#baby who lived his childhood in the Edwardian era (1901-1910) and his teens in the pre/start of WW1 era (started in 1914)#until he was killed :( in 1916#so my boy here lived though MANY historical events and time periods#shout out to my victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink#history is very fun and this is why i love this website bc where else would i have to do research for my blorbo?#I do however find it very funny if Gaiman named him Edwin in honour of the Edwardian time period he grew up in#I love that man and it wouldn't surprise me if he turned out to be a history nerd (affectionate) like the rest of you#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko dbd#dbd#please feel free to dm me about history i adore it
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“It kinda feels personal.” | for @catws-anniversary ♡
#happy day 2 of catws anniversary week🤗 catws on 🔝#catws10#steve rogers#steverogersedit#brock rumlow#brockrumlowedit#marveledit#marvelgifs#mcuedit#mcuchallenge#capedit#dailymarvelgifs#mcufam#marveladdicts#marvellegends#rumrogers#shieldbones#gif*#edit*#*#for a few seconds when rumlow calls him 'big guy' steve literally isn't even poised like he's about to fight#his hackles are up but his arms are down at his sides like he honestly thinks rumlow is going to say something to him worth hearing#that breaks my heart because he must have thought rumlow was his friend or at least that they were on the same team#come to find out rumlow is the enemy steve already died fighting once and now he tells him to his face it isn't personal#like?? isn't it??#'it kinda feels personal' is such a badass line especially the way chris delivered it but 💔#tbh i believe that rumlow believes it isn't personal as in they have to get rid of captain america which is ideological not personal#when rollins asked if steve wore a parachute the way rumlow said 'no he wasn't' makes me think he was actually fond of him#but in a 'if only you were hydra' way
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More doodles for the one piece spy x family crossover
#one piece#spy x family crossover#revolutionary sabo#portgas d ace#monkey d luffy#still debating on a spy codename for Sabo. since WISE seems to enjoy times of day I want it to have something to do with dawn or dusk#but that might be a bit on the nose#sabo’s walking stick is like his replacement for his pipe. blunt bludgeoning weapon that he can carry around in broad daylight#ace as an assassin decides his disguise is just going to be. being shirtless#plus those silly sunglasses but the main thing is the shirtless mess#because if he can’t be shirtless during the day in society then he might as well be shirtless when he’s out being a badass#the three of them are dumbasses (affectionate)#the only reason luffy looks as put together as he does is because sabo helped him pick the outfit and it’s extremely comfortable#mostly to help luffy get jobs. luffy does whatever job he feels like doing every day!#some days he’s a waiter some days he’s a gardener some days he’s a cashier#when Lois eventually gets over his paranoia over luffy popping up everywhere and finds out luffy is sabo’s brother he starts#paying luffy to babysit Anya. which of course means sabo is babysitting the both of them because trusting luffy to watch a child is maybe#not the best idea.
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*flips table* mizu
#holy shit I drew#bless you mizu#I’ve been obsessing over them#like they’re just so attractive and badass and everything I need#wanted to study their face and get a feel for it#would like to do one for taigen as well#he’s pretty handsome too#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu#it ain’t taimizu but its hard work#my art
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LMAOOOO I CAN’T WITH THESE LOSERS THEY REALLY HAD EZRAN LIKE
#the fundamental appeal of tdp is watching rayllum fall and angst all over each other#while ezran deals with the most traumatizing shit ever thrust upon an 8 year old#can you believe the king of katolis is third wheeling this hard#lately (since season 4 oop) the marketing for the show feels so rayllum heavy and rayllum focused#where’s the love and emphasis on My Boy Ezran#he’s probably my favorite character in the show atp like he’s complex he’s got so much going on he’s dealing with So Much#and he’s only like 8-12#but the show has LOST FOCUS it’s SHIFTED AWAY FROM MY BOY#season 6 looks like it’s got tasty ezran drama tho… him on a battlefield… ooooOOOOO#NEED to see where this is going#anyway. justice for ezran. FREE MY BOY FROM HIS DORK OLDER BROTHER AND BADASS SISTER IN LAW LMAOOOOO#tdp#the dragon prince#ezran tdp#tdp ezran#ezran#tdp callum#tdp rayla#rayllum#tdp s6#tdp season 6#the dragon prince season 6#twitter
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‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon
#‘white wolf’ highlights his stark heritage parallels him to robb and tries to align him with perfect moral goodness#‘the black bastard of the wall’ is only about jon. it has nothing to do with his stark heritage nor ghost. it’s only about jon#it’s literally white vs black#stark/winterfell/moral goodness vs bastard (targaryen bastard to be specific)/the wall/moral greyness and the duality of it all#he’s already a snow and he’s surrounded by white up north with a white direwolf so being the black bastard and dressing all in black#is perfect imagery of the duality theme in jon’s storyline#d&d rly wanted their jon to always stand in robb’s shadow 🙄#while book jon has an international reputation while still stuck at the wall#my boy is stuck in westerosi alaska and he’s got ppl across the sea yapping about him for pastime#that’s fame baby#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#GOT critical#jon snow#book jon snow#and i wanna know what other monikers george plans to give jon#while i wouldn’t be that suprised if the ‘white wolf’ did come from george it’s the way it’s jon’s only moniker in GOT that pisses me off#‘the black bastard of the wall’ supremacy#the white wolf seems kinda lame in comparison but say jon gets it if his hair turns white like some theorize#if that happens then i’ll like it more cause it’ll be about jon!#like… the young wolf is about robb. not grey wind. the starks are compared to wolves and robb is a young king and he just so happens to have#a direwolf. in the show jon’s ‘white wolf’ moniker is honestly more about ghost than jon! and that’s ughhh#but robb had the wolf moniker first so it feels once again like the showrunners were placing jon in robb’s shadow#UGHHH I HATE THE SHOW AND HOW IT RUINED THE WAY SO MANY PPL VIEW THE CHARACTERS#let jon be the black bastard !!#his color was always black and the wall is his !!#put some respect on his name and his badass moniker#i don’t want to see anymore shit about the white wolf cause that’s only d&d’s shit invention at this point#valyrianscrolls
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reassassination swap AU... fuckin.... unassassination idfk
#zeno's art#ocs#reassassination#vivica de la crux#octavia krankenstein#dr rigor krankenstein#lunette strikewhite#WEEE this one is fun#vivi is obv swapped with octavia#so she's less skittish and crazy and eager to please and more calm . still judgy as fuck tho#octavia is swapped with kranken so instead of being cool and badass she's got several screws loose#triesto seem calm and collected but really shes obsessive n overworked and unstable and a littttle bit of a total freakazoid#kranken is swapped with .... idk. lets just say the krankenstein clinic takes the role of the clear crucifix org#like instead of a clinic its a whole hospital now where kranken does crazy experiments and shit and isn't questioned cuz hes so respected#i think he was prob like canon krank before lobotomising himself so now hes just scarily quiet and soulless#but still a sadist lol#like hurting others is the only way he can feel any emotion now#lunette is swapped with umm ONCE AGAIN IDK!!! oh well. her cult replaces the clinic here#her personality is the most similar to canon shes just a bit more desperate and a little insecure#for other characters - onion is like ummm idk a wannabe scientist#if octavia is kranken's apprentice onion is octavia's#hmm idk#but i love this AU#in fact ive had it for a while i just never posted about it i dont think#but redesigning everyone was fun esp vivica's outfit its my absolute fave
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random thought, but i had a vivid image of, if helsknight and welsknight ever saw each other without armor (or just helsknight out of his armor tbh), helsknight showing welsknight the scar tanguish gave him and saying "this was intended for you."
i don't know how in character that is, but tbh it's haunting me. maybe it's part of helsknight's revenge against welsknight or something, calling out his unknightly behavior and unhonorable conduct.
"You didn't answer my summons."
Helsknight froze. It was a quick, momentary startle, a short-circuit of normality. The moment he did it, every instinct told him to keep moving. That old command [Do something.] blared loud in the quiet surprise of his mind. So he moved his hand to pick up the brush on his table, and pretended to be unconcerned.
"I'm not a dog. You can't call me to heel," Helsknight said simply. He smirked and growled, "Though if you feel like losing some limbs, feel free to try."
Behind him, Wels shifted uncomfortably. Helsknight liked making Wels uncomfortable, he didn't handle it well. He was a creature used to comfort and ease. Inconvenience often galled him more than a sword to the throat. Different tactics for different battlefields, and this battlefield was a delicate one.
Helsknight was cleaning his arms and armor, which was one of several reasons why he hasn't leaped for a fight when Welsknight had called him to one. He was only in a tunic and breeches. It was luck he even had his boots on. He had offered to run errands with Tanguish, but Tanguish had said he was visiting his church and wanted to go on rooftops. So Helsknight stayed home, and he left his boots on. That was the other reason Helsknight hadn't answered the call: Tanguish wouldn't know where he was, and he knew Tanguish got paranoid about being left behind. Besides, Helsknight had chores he could do at home [like cleaning his arms and armor] so he stayed. Cleaning the chainmail was almost a formality. Hels was hot and dry, and he wore it often enough that the rings clattering together cleaned themselves. But sometimes he just liked putting an extra shine on things, so he took out his brush and oil and started brushing it down for any miniscule specks of rust or broken links he could find.
Wels, always keen on the times he wasn't wanted, decided now was the perfect time to show up in his living room. He stood awkwardly, waiting on Helsknight to make some aggressive movement. When none came, he cautiously stalked further into the tiny living space. His emotions were loud and uncomfortable without the distance between their respective worlds to dampen them, and they clung like smoke against Helsknight's skin. Caution at an unfamiliar space. Disgruntlement at being ignored.
[Guilt, like ash on a burn.]
"Is this... Yours?" Wels asked, glancing around.
"No, I'm just squatting in a random house. Sounded like a fun way to spend a Tuesday."
Helsknight felt the ant-bite sting of vicarious agitation and smirked. He was already getting on Wels's nerves.
[Good.]
"Couldn't build something nicer?" Wels snapped impatiently.
"I'm a fighter."
Helsknight found a place on his chainmail to brush down and got to work. The rough, grating twinge of the coarse bristles on chain made Wels wince. Helsknight always found the noise pleasant. Like scratching an itch.
"So?"
"I have better things to do than spend hours building the perfect house."
Wels scoffed and looked around the room with renewed disdain. "Where's your little devil?"
It took Helsknight a moment to place what he was asking. He sneered, a quiet bearing of teeth, and caught the flicker of red in the reflective shine of his chainmail. Wels looked pointedly away from him.
[Like ash on a burn.]
"Not feeling remorse... are we, crusader?" Helsknight asked, finding a new place to polish. The coin-drop clatter of chain, and the shrill scrape of bristles filled the silence like an accusation.
"Of course not," Wels sniffed disdainfully, still refusing to meet Helsknight's eye.
"Careful." Helsknight murmured, that red flash reflecting off his chainmail again, anger simmering. "Lying's a sin."
"Why would I feel remorse for protecting my home?"
"A crusade well fought I'm sure."
"It's not a crusade!" Wels snapped, his own anger a living thing raising hackles. "A crusader invades! A crusader fights a holy war just for the principle."
"Right. And you're fighting because--"
"Because I'm protecting Tango."
"-because it's for his own good?"
Wels didn't exactly wince, but he did still, as though he'd heard someone draw a blade from its scabbard. Helsknight might as well have unseated his sword. He had stopped scrubbing, all pretense of work falling. The need to pace, to circle, to corner, rose up in Helsknight like a waking beast.
"Interesting choice of words. Protecting." Helsknight said, his voice low, his hands still. "I was under the impression they were friends. Do you often protect Tango from the people he's begging you to spare?"
"That doesn't matter." Wels said so firmly it was almost convincing. Almost. "People are convinced they need an abusive relationship. That doesn't change the fact it's bad for them."
"So many interesting words today," Helsknight hissed. He stood like a dark tower rising, all embered fury slowly stoking. Wels didn't bother turning to face him. He could feel his intent like thunder. "Abuse. Brings to mind the image of power. I do have a question."
"I didn't come here for your stupid questions."
"No, you came here looking for a fight."
"I didn't."
"You really do need to tame that lying tongue."
"I didn't come here for a fight."
"Did it feel powerful?" Helsknight demanded, pacing a step, and loathing the tiny room for denying him the space to circle. "The voice. The command. How did it feel."
"Shut up."
"To have someone begging you not to hurt them," Helsknight continued relentlessly. "Not your stupid play fighting on your stupid little server. True, shaking, terror. Did it feel good, crusader? Just?"
"I told you to shut up!" Wels shouted, taking a threatening step forward only to find Helsknight had closed the space between them and stood looming like a rook on a tombstone.
Fear, a caged thing howling, battered against Helsknight's anger. It made Helsknight feel almost giddy, the crash of malicious schadenfreude and self-righteousness against Wels; a flickering thing of brittle will. They made a terrible ouroboros together, fear feeding anger feeding elation feeding fear. They were always like this. No matter how calm either of them tried to be, once anger kindled in one, their emotions burned until there was nothing left but fury and loathing. Helsknight had been made to cut Wels down to size.
"Do you know what that kind of fear does to people?" Helsknight demanded again, his voice so near a whisper it was smothering. They were so close together, but they made so little noise, all will and wide eyes. "What happened to mercy for the helpless, crusader?"
"He wasn't helpless," Welsknight said, trying very hard not to back down. "He stabbed me."
"And a drowning rat bites. I wouldn't call it an apex predator. Certainly I wouldn't call it a danger to you, with your full armor and sword." Helsknight bared his teeth at Wels, something like a bitter grin. "I wasn't wearing armor."
Wels looked down, where Helsknight had drawn up his tunic to reveal the new scar in his abdomen. Wels looked like he'd stopped breathing.
"This was intended for you," Helsknight said. "You should thank me."
"You're-- you're here telling me he's harmless," Wels laughed nervously. "But he almost killed you. You."
Something in Helsknight snapped, and in the moment it took him to reach for it with white knuckles and compose it again, he'd shoved Wels hard in the chest. It didn't knock his other half off his feet, but he stumbled back hard enough hit the opposite wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but certainly hard enough to warn.
"He did," Helsknight snarled, pacing forward slow steps. "That's what terror does to helpless people, crusader. It makes them bite. It makes them beg. It makes them clamor to live. You. Did. That. What did it feel like to abuse that kind of power Wels? To turn someone into a scared animal? To make someone so desperate they would almost kill a friend? Did you find your righteousness there crusader?"
Helsknight didn't know what he planned on doing. Violence was in his blood like a serpent, and he wanted it. And Wels knew he wanted it. There was the ring of drawn metal, and the silver-bright glint of an enchanted blade in a dark room. Helsknight's advance stopped at the top of Wels's sword, not close enough to hurt, but close enough to warn.
"Stop." Wels said. A command. A plea.
"I'm unarmed."
"That doesn't matter."
Helsknight smiled, and there was loathing and euphoria in it, and the wine-dark dread of Wels right on the other side of it. The knowledge of a line crossed, a battle he hadn't even realized he was fighting made forfeit.
"Fine." Helsknight said. "My blood's already been spilled once on your behalf. At least this time do it with your own sword, coward. I'll make it easy for you."
He took a step forward, and nudged the blade with a knuckle, resting the point against his scar. The metal was cold, even through his shirt, the enchantments alive and writhing so close to his skin.
"How cruel have you gotten while I wasn't there to keep you in check, crusader?"
There was a long breath of silence between them. Helsknight stood, precarious and predatory, daring Wels to kill him. And Wels stood there, and dared himself to as well. And the room was dark, lit only by red anger and blue dread, and the pale, languid flicker of enchanted steel. And neither of them breathed. And the universe watched.
A loud clatter sounded on the roof. Both knights looked up towards the ceiling, Wels in startlement, and Helsknight in resignation.
"And he stays my hand once again," Helsknight sighed.
"What--?" Wels didn't get his full question out before Helsknight moved. He knocked the sword aside and lunged forward to grab Wels's shirt. In a move that would've made Martyn proud, he dragged Wels forward into his knee, knocking the wind out of him. In the time it took Wels to collapse to the floor, Helsknight had taken his sword, and held the point beneath his other half's chin.
"Go home Wels," Helsknight said, "before I send you there the hard way."
Wels, breathless on the ground, let out half a strangled laugh. "Why don't you?"
"Because I was asked nicely not to go running off and killing you."
"Helsknight?" A loud knock sounded at the door. Tanguish's voice, a bright comfort even in spite of its concern, called to him. "Is everything okay? I thought I heard something fall."
Helsknight glared meaningfully down at Wels, who only hesitated long enough for Helsknight to draw back the sword before slipping back to his world. The moment he did, Helsknight felt his breath leave him, the great void of being left to his own thoughts and emotions. In the wake of everything that was Wels, he felt ridiculous.
[What in hels had he even been about to do? Die on someone's sword to prove a point? Idiot.]
"Helsknight? The door is locked."
"I'm coming," Helsknight called, pausing only long enough to hide Wels's sword beneath the couch, where Tanguish couldn't see it and inevitably worried about it. He checked his tunic to make sure he hadn't managed to actually stab himself [he hadn't] and went to let Tanguish inside.
#rns ficlets#helsknight#welsknight#tanguish (kinda)#this one feels very dense and dramatic#i feel like wels actively seeks out hels when he feels guilty / bad / self loathing#its like a compulsion: punishing yourself because you did wrong#even though its ultimately unproductive#also something something helsknight making some kind of point about how#instilling terror in something to confirm your bias that its dangerous#is more even than the terrified thing causing harm#case and point i scared you into drawing your sword on an unarmed man#i dont know im tired and that was a really badass phrase to just drop on me anon#*evil not even alskdjfjf im going to bed
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Halo
#mmm ok lemme just start w the tags then ill ramble#welt yang#hsr#honkai star rail#hi3#honkai impact 3rd#my art#ok anyways. i didnt have too many thoughts when i started it beyond “uni is killing me but i NEED to do my daily drawings”#some thoughts did go through my mind while drawing which determined the direction this went in#which is that this could be a badass heroic drawing but.. it isn't. this doesn't feel very happy does it?#it makes him look a bit lonely#but something about the pose and the red is ominous. like he's unreadable but theres something sad about it#the moon in the background has a bit of a double meaning - namely the actual moon and its purpose in hi3#as the final destination of the honkai and the story but.. him as well#and as a halo. i love that the three major organizations in hi3 are basically religious groups#and AE basically worships joyce and his legacy (!) and welt tries to fill that. i mean the title sovereign alone means like. absolute ruler#an untouchable figure in terms of power and control over their people#so i really like to give him some sort of fucked up fake halo. he can imitate a saintly figure but it dehumanizes him in turn#he even talks about humanity like he's not a part of it#what's left is some kind of creature mimicking divinity but becoming isolated and inhuman in the process#(gesturing wildly) THINK ABOUT THE COSMIC HORROR POTENTIAL OF BEING A HERRSCHER. HE LITERALLY PERCEIVES REALITY DIFFERENTLY. CMON.
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ATLA! Avatar au ramblings, cause I need them out of my skull:
[Disclaimer: this is basically just Avatar, but if there were benders. there are no rules. god is dead. I wear his crown. we go by my rules now, even if they break atla canon. canon is a suggestion now]
each clean tends to be made up of benders from two of the elements, people from the clan can carry both traits, even if one is dormant.
for example, the Omatikaya are made up of earth and airbenders. both Mo'at and Eytukan were airbenders, yet their daughter Neytiri was an earth bender, and Sylwanin was also an air bender.
Humans are rarely benders, at least compared to the Na'vi, as the destruction of Earth led to the loss of benders, but when they are benders, they have only been fire benders. this includes avatars. the RDA specifically targets and recruits fire benders.
Fire benders are rare on Pandora. very few clans produce fire benders. and with the destruction the humans and the RDA have caused, fire benders are almost taboo, especially in the forest clans that faced the brunt of their efforts.
Jake is a fire bender, he is heavily disconnected from the idea of spirit, fluidity, or nature within his bending. it gets better as he lives with the Omatikaya, but old habits die hard, so he'll ways be a messy fire user, and his fighting style is messy, MMA like, the reckless assault of a soldier and not an art. he doesn't truly incorporate his bending into his day to day life either, it's like a gun to him, not a part of his spirit and being.
Neytiri is an earth bender (and in my world, they can bend plants, because fuck you). while she is known for her combat on Ikran back, she is just as deadly in face to face combat, as she is a heavily offensive fighter, and she will punch you in the throat with a dagger she pulled from the earth. but in a more casual day to day, she uses it to get around the forest, to weave and craft, to cook even. she makes something solid like stone and wood look as fluid as air, and something as delicate as plant life look deadly and jagged. and as a healer she uses it not only to cultivate and refine healing plants, and even bone bend.
a fire bender and an earth bender, have 3 kids:
Neteyam is an earth bender, he presented quite young, maybe 5 or 7, and he takes after his mommy, with the added aggression of Jake's fire bending attitude. he inherited less of his mother's likeness to plant bending, but can magma bend extremely well for his age, keeping that same fluidity. but as much of his life is taken up by combat and training, he's also a crafter and has plenty of little siblings bringing him rocks and asking him to make them beads, so he's also doing a lot of that. (he has attempted to bend a tree fort into existence and fell through it and on his ass, trust, I was there)
Tuk is an air bender. she's only presented around 7, and only in little gusts, so she hasn't cultivated an exact style, she can only really play with little gusts of air, or go gliding about on her glider, but only when a sibling is with her, in case she falls. she's also just an agile little thing.
Lo'ak (for angst value) doesn't present for a long while, he makes it to nearly 13 before presenting, and he ends up being a fire bender.... which did not help his self image, in any manner. not only is he the demon blooded son, the one that never lives up to Jake and Neteyam, who looks like a freak, but now he's a fire bender too? just shoot him now.
Kiri, the child of Grace, who was not a bender, and Eywa, is an air bender (she's already Pandora Jesus, I'm not putting her through being the Avatar as well). she presented at 5, it never seemed like a big thing to her. Neytiri found her floating and that was that. she is heavily connected to her spirit, so she can astral project, and her world, which makes her very hyper sensitive to her surroundings. she uses her air bending to carry stuff, be more spry (in the comics she tends to fall behind her siblings, even Spider, who is much smaller than her. her air bending gives her the leg up to help her keep up). even after she gains an ikran, she tends to go gliding or just. floating. for funsies.
that leaves my son, my baby boy, Spider:
I'm making him the fucking avatar because I can.
[more bullshit below, this is just very long and I'd feel bad posting this behemoth and clogging people's feeds]
he is Eywa's first Sky child, her golden boy, and he is the bridge between humans and Na'vi— he is Na'vi in all but body, and human in all but soul —so she knows if anyone can soothe the tensions ripping her world apart, it will be him.
he starts out as a fire bender.
no one is shocked, even though he gave off his first sparks as a toddler. his parents had both been fire benders— Quaritch had mastered combustion, and Paz was known to give off smoke when pissed —this gets him even more ostracized than he was in canon from the get go. no one wants much to do with the fire bending son of Quaritch. no one can truly trust him, even as a child.
who's to say when he will become the wildfire everyone assumes he will become? who's to say he's not dangerous, even as a child? especially without the help of a fire bending master to aid him (could Jake do it? yes. do I think Jake would commit to that long term? absolutely not).
despite this, the Sully kids are his siblings, from the moment they meet. he's their big brother, watching out for them, promising his flames as their shield, forever and ever. no one will ever hurt them. that they don't need to be scared of him, because he'd burn himself to a crisp before burning them. and his will is so strong, he's never accidentally burned them like he has others. his spirit knows better. it's strong enough to render the heat to nothing.
so the second Spider can leave the confines of Hellsgate and go out into Eywa's jungle, he is more than pleased to do so. he isn't judged there. the animals don't flinch away from him or stare at him like they're seeing secrets from the future.
he bends in secret, first with fire, just dancing a flame over his hands, slowly gaining trust in himself and his control, and developing his own style of bending, one similar to the airbenders of the clan, as that's the closest thing he has to go off of.
and if he has dreams of Toruk like creatures, showing him the art of fire, when he falls asleep in the grassy clearings of Eywa's world, he won't question it.
and when he hears whispers of 'try it' when he thinks of attempting to bend a different element, even just pretending, child's play, he listens, because he trusts the soft voice in his ear.
he bends air first. while not rare, those who bend air are considered special, connect to the spirit of Eywa. it's a sign. well, it would be had anyone paid enough mind to the boy to see it.
air bending comes naturally. he'd been watching those around him air bend for years. he'd mimicked their movements while playing with his siblings. it feels right. like it was what he was destined for (Eywa just needed time to manipulate his soul). it keeps him alive in the jungle, not only cause it allows him to take riskier paths and such, but also because it allows him without an exopack.
earth comes next. again. he'd watched earth benders for years. longed to manipulate the forest like them. to create instead of destroy. wanted to heal instead of heal. wanted to use brute forced over his flames, because his flames were looked at with fear, while the other boys trained their bending and were cheered on. he can work plants as if it was as easy as breathing. weaving them together into forts and hide outs and supplies.
water is last, and seeing as it's the opposite of his birth element, he has no mentor, and not even a faint clue on how it works, it is his weakest. but he has an affinity for healing, even if it only works on little cuts and scrapes, maybe a bruise if he's lucky.
by twelve he is mostly living on his own in the woods. it's near impossible to keep him in the compound anymore. he's not interested.
no one has any idea what he is. Spider can't even fully believe it himself and all's down spirals of thinking he's giving into his human greed, somehow (don't blame him, he's just a little guy, a dumb little guy who doesn't know maths, and grew up around people who all but hated him. let him have a dumb dumb complex).
the only people who have a slight idea are his siblings; he bends too much on instinct. he reached out to catch his siblings, shifting the ground beneath them just a tad, or shooting a vine around their ankle or using a swift puff of wind to stop their descent. he heals small cuts while thumbing over them, rolling a little bead of water on the broken or bruised skin. he brings them up into elaborate tree forts.
his siblings only keep from saying something because of the look of pure terror he gets on his face when he catches himself.
as time goes on, he becomes more open with them. by 15 it's common knowledge amongst them who and what Spider is, but he still won't let them tell the clan. but he has Kiri and Neteyam to help him with his air and earth bending, as they can regurgitate their own lessons back to him, which makes him stronger over all, even if he continues to use his own methods.
Jake and Neytiri only find out the night he was taken; when he gave his all to protect his baby siblings from the recoms, all fire benders, and exposed the level of power he held... and was subsequently taken for.
and then he gets adventures with his papa and the squad. that he is so so so so so happy about (kill him).
bonus info that doesn't fit into the vaguely timeline coherent ramblings above:
Spider is a healer by nature, it's in his heart and soul. so while he trains himself for combat, it's simply natural for him to want to fix things, to help people, to give himself and his power over if it means he can soothe one ache in his people. so Spider learns all of the healing arts he can. he develops his own even. refines bone and blood bending to heal people. uses the scientific understanding of things that he picked up as a human to make better medicines, etc.
speaking of blood/bonebending. my boy is going to snap at some point during his captivity and fuck some people up with that, because he knows the dogs of the RDA deserve it. perhaps it's after Neteyam's death that triggers it. or maybe the Tulkun hunt/attack on the Ta'unui. it's something, something that has him going in a carnage spree.
he will train with Mo'at and Ronal when they find out about him. Mo'at will knowingly pass him over — she knew early in he was special, but knew, in terms of his learning, the forest was not his place, for there was too much pain. but she would watch out for him as she had his whole life, in her own ways — while Ronal will become one of his footholds in life. a place where he will always feel like he can drift back to.
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that's all I have for now. it's a shit ton. I have maladaptive daydreamed part this point, but I'll probably be back on my bullshit eventually. I'll have more on Q and the water tribe and what not.
#spider socorro#I need him to snap and blood bend an entire RDA base worth of people without blinking rn 🙏🙏🙏🙏#he's earned it#maybe he finds some sort of experiment facility. or even something like TAP. just something truly awful. thst has him feeling 0 mercy.#he deserves to he badass#miles spider socorro#miles socorro#avatar spider#lo'ak sully#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan#lo'ak avatar#he starts fire bending the second he shows up in Awa'atlu and wants to genuinely drown#he's not having fun#payakan and Tsireya still love him tho#Ronal.... Ronal would like to have a stroke#tuktirey#tuktirey sully#tuk sully#avatar tuk#she's just a baby trying to figure out how to airbend#she has fun training underwater#kiri sully#kiri avatar#spends 99% of the time with her head in the clouds#literally and figuratively. physically. mentally. emotionally. spiritually.#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#atwow#atla#avatar the last airbender
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I think it's cool Manni embroidered his message on a zombie and sent it to us. (yes I was attacked by it but it's still cool)
#tes#daggerfall#Soul of a Lich#king of worms#mannimarco#zombie#blood#tesblr#I didn't draw the entire message bc Manni wrote a lot for me and i got lazy. Here is the entire thing:#Dear Zahasa (that's me aka Player's name)#It would be an honor to have you visit me in my demense at your convenience. I have a small matter that you are ideally suited for.#As always. my servants will test your mettle. Feel free to dispense with them. They can always be raised again.#The King of Worms. Master of Scourg Barrow#<- these! he wrote all these on a zombie's back! he's a badass with class!!!#bc he's immortal? he got free time to write a massage stitch by stitch like that?#actually it kinda make me feel special bc the letter he wrote for the princess was so short and i have a whole paragraph#but the dead body kinda went bad when it arrived to me ^^'#but again that's badass! i wish crazy villain does these more often this is really cool#like abnur tharn use a banekin to send vestige a message#and arcane university use a dremora to give lex a note#manni should write more stuff for us via zombie. that would be cool#btw manni's right hand sleeve look weird is bc zombie don't have waist only spine in daggerfall#i don't know how to draw the cut section of belly and i'm trying to cover it with his sleeve
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WIP that i hope to finish
i just wanna post what i got so far because i’m proud of it :3
song is QUEEN- english cover by trickle
Black belongs to @blackkatdraws
#THIS GUy#HIS HAIR#WAS SO#DIFFICULT TO DRAW#BUT IT WAS WORTH IT#i chose the ending part of the song cuz it’s badass like him#he’s so girlypop i love it#tsp#the stanley parable#tspud#tsp narrator#animation#tspud art#tsp blank scripts au#tsp black#black narrator#blackkatdraws#not my character#i feel like Black would throw an ordinary child in the washing machine if they were dirty at first#and didn’t know how humans work#just a funky thought#also thank you to my friend just plume for giving me the song :7#hope you like the animation of what i got!
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It is amazing to me that the show has a character who:
Explicitly says “my father forced me to kill and I was good at it, but I hated it”;
Makes multiple efforts to walk away from a fight where his opponent is doing the absolute most to provoke him and, upon finally snapping, handily beats him;
Stabs a dude with a pair of scissors in self-defense and immediately looks horrified at himself; and
Can stomach all kinds of gross and scary shit unless it involves harm coming to his little brother, whom he obviously has a lot of baggage about protecting.
And a not-insignificant number of people are like “his neurosis is that he feels bad about not being a fighter or a badass.”
#jonathan byers#it also feels like a very…meta? insecurity to give him#people who watch tv shows with a lot of action care about characters being badass#in real life most people have other concerns#that’s kind of my problem with how Eddie is written#that’s the problem of a tv character who knows he’s a TV character#also I didn’t grow up as a boy so I didn’t have the same experience#but as a girl who was really far away from being a socially acceptable girl for most of my childhood#I don’t think a lot of people get how that experience can cause you not to value what the in-group values#because it’s not attainable and you’re not getting to experience the rewarding part#I remember a friend’s mom telling me some mean girl was just jealous because I was smart#and I thought ‘I don’t think she really cares about being smart. we don’t value the same things’
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