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nightghoul381 · 1 year ago

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Jude Jazza~Luxury Liner Event~Premium End

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

(Ugh… It’s heavy…)

I ran out of the casino carrying the chair and ran in the opposite direction of the people screaming and running away.

I finally found Jude and Ellis, who were confronting the gangsters, in the center of the hall.

(…This is, certainly.)

(A ‘brawl’)

The two don’t use their abilities, probably because they’re worried about being seen in a brawl in broad daylight.

(On the contrary, Jude and Ellis didn’t even draw their weapons.)

Despite this, the two seemed to have the upper hand against the knife-wielding gangsters.

Man in hunting cap: “Ugh, guaaah.”

Jude: “Shut up. Yer not even hurting me and yer causing a scene.”

Stepping on the downcast man, Jude put a merciless smile on his thin lips.

Jude: “Yer the one who went to all the trouble of jumpin’ in to be tortured. I did as ya asked, so you should be grateful.”

Jude: “Don’t I get a ‘thank you’?”

Man with stubble: “You lickspittle…!!”

(Watch out--!)

He narrowly dodged a knife from behind and his fist sank into the attacker’s abdomen.

Man with stubble: “Ugh, oof…”

Jude: “Yer supposed to be a ‘gangster’? Oh my God, yer so glum.”

Jude: “Why don’t ya change yer name to ‘ragdoll’?”

Ellis: “Jude, behind!”

Jude: “…!”

Jude caught the strong man’s fist with his arm as it flew at him from behind.

There’s a dull sound, like bone hitting bone.

Strong man: “…I’m gonna smash your clear face into a million pieces.”

Jude: “You’ve got good taste.”

(I can’t watch…)

The series of movements that could have been fatal at any moment make me want to close my eyes.

However I forced myself to keep watching the frenzy unfolding before me.

(--It’s scary, but)

(If I close my eyes, there was no point in following them.)

(That said, I’m still scared…)

I was feeling worried and impatient, and then—

Man with glasses: “…shit…!”

(--?)

A short distance away from the scuffle, I spotted a man hiding in the shadows.

Judging from the appearance, he was probably a member of the gang.

(is that—a gun?)

My heart makes an unpleasant sound.

The muzzle was set on –Jude.

(J-Jude and Ellis, you might not have noticed!)

(But there’s no way to check… if something happens, it’ll be too late.)

Kate: “…mm”

I slowly move forward, though my legs seem frozen in fear.

(Jude is the kind of person who uses people as gambling commodities, puts them in handcuffs, and leaves them by themselves.)

(But I can’t let you die.)

So, I approach the man’s back.

There’s no indication that the man has noticed me, his focus is set on aiming at Jude amidst the mix of friend and foe.

(What am I doing…?)

(But now that I’ve come this far, I have no choice but to do it…!)

With the remaining strength in my tired arms, I lifted the chair—

(I’m sorry…!)

I swung down with all my might.

Man with the gun: “Guah!?”

Kate: “Ouch!”

The handcuffs twisted in a strange way, rubbing, and hurting my wrists.

The man collapsed on the spot and the pistol fell out of his hand and slid across the floor.

(G-good--)

But the gun unfortunately hit another gangster’s foot.

Slender man: “What the hell--!”

My eyes met with the man who picked up the gun.

(This is bad.)

Even though I know I have to run away—my legs freeze.

Slender man: “What the hell did you do to that guy?!”

Kate: “Ah…uh…!”

The moment when the gun is pointed at me and fear wells up—

The man’s body is blown off to the side

Kate: “Huh…”

Jude: “… What are you doing?”

While slowly lowering the leg that kicked the man away,

Jude was staring at me with a stunned look of exasperation and a little annoyance.

(Oh…that…it’s gone quiet.)

When I looked, the hall had been taken over and all the gangsters had fallen,

Ellis: “Jude, we’re done.”

Kate: “It’s finished…?”

Jude: “You can see it. Why’re you askin’?”

(It looks like both of them are safe.)

I feel relieved and my shoulders start to relax,

Involuntarily, I collapse on the spot.

Kate: “I… I’m glad…”

Jude: “…”

Ellis ran up the stairs to call a sailor and hand over the gangsters.

Jude: “…”

Jude- gingerly stepping to my side,

Crouched down and pulled my wrists, which were still handcuffed.

Kate: “I…”

The pain is so intense that it causes me to cry out when he traces his finger over the bloody spots where the handcuffs had rubbed against me.

Jude: “…It hurts, does it?” 5435

Though it’s obvious, Jude asks anyway.

(I followed you on my own… I’m sure Jude doesn’t like it.)

The pain is due to ignoring his advice. That’s what he’s trying to say.

(But…)

I don’t know this chaotic world as well as he does.

It’s not like I have any special abilities or a lot of experience.

Even the pinch just now was an everyday occurrence for Jude and the others.

I’m sure they would have made it through without me doing anything extra.

(But I …)

Kate: “…It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Jude: “It does hurt, doesn’t it?”

Kate: “It doesn’t hurt…”

(I don’t regret chasing you.)

(That’s why… these wounds don’t hurt.)

I didn’t want to be thought of as a princess who couldn’t do anything anymore.

(Not to this arrogant, cold, lousy…person who lives in a world so different from mine.)

(I want you to recognize me.)

(I want to stand in the same place and see the world.)

Jude: “…What’s there to be desperate about? Yer dealing with people (Crown) who hold yer life in their hands.”

Jude: “Ya shouldn’t be riskin’ yer life to save ‘em.”

Kate: “Whoever it is…letting them die would leave a bad aftertaste.”

Jude: “…Ha.”

Jude took out the key and unlocked my handcuffs.

Kate: “Hmm…”

The fingertips that traced my wounds earlier touched my wrists gently, as if teasing me, and my shoulders trembled involuntarily.

(Wh-what…)

He softly strokes the edge of the wound. The ambiguous stimulation causes a sweet, fidgety tingle to well up.

Jude: “…the bad aftertaste, I’m with ya on that.”

Kate: “Hmm…?”

The words that spilled out for a moment were strangely quiet, and I instinctively listen for them again, but,

Jude looked up, his usual, merciless smile on his face.

Jude: “Well, I don’t care how you feel.”

Jude: “You chased after me while carryin’ a chair, and the way ya looked at me when I played with yer wounds, not bad.”

Jude: “Yer so cute, yer worth torturing.”

The cold amethyst eyes staring down at me made my heart beat like mad again.

(Compliments like this don’t make me happy at all…)

(I mean, it’s not a compliment to say I’m worth torturing in the first place.)

(And yet…)

Why does this gaze, this arrogant whisper, make my heart flutter so much?

It must be the feeling of being recognized, just a little bit.

(…I’m just still on edge from the brawl earlier.)

(I’m sure that’s it.)

Even though I want to think that, the inside of my chest is strangely hot to blame it on fear.

Jude: “If ya keep hanging around me, yer gonna get hurt worse than this.”

Jude: “…when ya do, show me that pretty face of yers.”

I don’t know why, but my heart is disturbed by that cruel smile.

I didn’t want to admit that, so I stared back at Jude as sharply as I could.

Kate: “…I have no intention of complying with such a lousy request.”

Jude: “Ha, keep up the good work.”

Jude’s sadistic smile deepened as he arrogantly uttered,

Jude: “If ya cried too easily, that’d be boring, wouldn’t it?”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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enigmattoid · 2 months ago

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IT IS TIME

SPIRIT POT DIVINATION

So for the divination, I have redrawn the sigils originally used for the pots, and will be drawing tarot cards for them. I would have just done the reading by the pots themselves, but my house mate doesn't really like the witchy/spooky stuff so I'm doing the reading in my room lol.

Mind that I am writing this while doing the setup and adding on the results afterwards, so please excuse any weird switches in tensing.

During the Divination, I am not aware which sigil corresponds to which pot (i forgor ☠️) and will look back at my notes afterwards to see what's what.

The Rules:

For the divination, I will be using my Deviant Moon Tarot deck (because it Does Not Fuck Arround). Please note that Deviant Moon can differ variously in the card meanings compared to the traditional Smith-Rider-Waite, and I will be using definitions of the cards as presented by the Deviant Moon official guide.

I will shuffle randomly until a card (or multiple, as it may be) falls out.

I am telling my deck to associate any Major Arcana with the spirit seeds, and the minor for anything else in or relating to the pots they inhabit, which will also give my plants an opportunity to yell at me for poor plant parenting. For any major arcana that jump out, I will use that to infer the nature of the spirit. Any minor arcana are issues between me and the pot and I will leave out any interpretations for them.

The Divination

The Empress sits on her golden throne holding a flower that emanates from her own body. As the goddess of fertility, she is one with nature.

Reversed meanings: Infidelity. Domestic strife. Infertility.

Major Arcana right off the bat and it does NOT look like something I want to be associated with my plants.

THE POT: The- The happy blueberry bush??? Wh- How--- Whyyyyy

Not a major arcana, onto the next!

Pot: Sad baby pawpaw

An angel stands by a peaceful stream patiently pouring water from her urns. Although the vessels are different in design, the mixture she creates is a potion of harmony.

Reversed meaninga: Conflict. Bad combinations. Discord. Excess

Oof Ouch Owie why do all these spirits so far seem so not good to go with plants

THE POT: The... The Empty Mushroom Pot.

Upright meanings: Patience. Balance. Channeling one's energy. Combining elements for new results.

Well okay then.

THE POT: Capsicul Flexuosum. I know this is a good reading for these guys, especially with their slow growth and low germination, but the the complete counterintuitiveness of the last two have me concerned now.

(Okay I know I said no talking about minor arcana but reversed ace of swords is tyranny??? Excuse me??? I HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING I OWN AND THIS IS WHAT YOU THINK???)

Another nothingburger (spirit-seed wise).

Pot: Herbs

Interpretations:

After seeing 3 spirits and 2 duds I was hoping I could detect a clear pattern for what conditions sprouted a spirit seed, but it's 1 spirit per category of nothing, seedling, and plant, so it doesn't seem that cohabitation matters at all for this method. Which I guess makes sense if we're working under the idea that spirits are plants (we are. they are. this is my blog don't question me) and while plants CAN form mutually beneficial relationships, they can sprout and grow on their own, and may even be inhibited by other plants.

The NEXT thing I noticed is that out of the 3 spirits, only 1 of them is happy, and that just so happens to be the capsicum flexuosum. Now, I'm not sure if anyone's noticed, but I've been kiiiinda obsessed with that pot.

My original aim in this experiment was to literally just try to grow an ethereal entity just like one would a plant, and in my head I just sort of assumed the spirit would bond with and follow a similar pattern of growth as its companion plant, but I totally neglected the factor that Plant Food. And Spirit Food. Are Different.

I have poured so much energy into the Capsicum Flexuosum pot while not giving anywhere near the same consideration to the others, and I think that's what I'm seeing in these readings. Although, I'm going to probably have to do additional readings to figure out what the fuck empty mushroom pot is talking about (I'm sorry, are there too many granules of dirt for your liking???).

Honestly, you guys, I genuinely didn't this this would come out like it did.

I was not expecting to find a clear pattern of spirit growth that A. Makes total sense and B. does not play at all into my preconceptions of how this would work.

I'm going to take the readings to heart and pour more attention into the other spirits (or... less, for empty mushroom pot...?). As I mentioned last update, I will be continuing this until the sigils break down completely. I won't be updating unless something really crazy happens, but I will do another divination at the end to see if anything's changed from now.

Thank you to everyone who's been following along with my bullshit. Please let me know if you have an interpretation to add, or if you just think I'm a dumb stupid idiot and this is a dumb stupid idiot experiment.

Takeaway: Stick a sigil in a pot and water it a bunch and you, too, can have your very own spirit

#spirit pot 2024 #spirit pot finale

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year ago

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Cursed or Not

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, stripping, magic, desperation, panty gagging, cunnilingus, rough sex, aggressive sex (seriously guys- ouch!), spanking, bruising, biting, insults, threats, Kells is FILTHY, naughty boys, I can not stress enough this is pure smut with a tad fluff if you squint, body worship, so much teasing, heavy d/s undertones, rough hand job, nipple play, unnatural speed, terrible Pollock reference, nervous boys, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: explicit af

One snap and Dom's shirt was gone. The cool air hit his overheated skin and he whimpered. He was almost tempted to crawl away as the other man came closer, stalking up the bed like some jungle cat. A second snap and his shoes and socks vanished. A tap to his ankle and his pants were gone. Kells pushed up on his knees and toed off his own Converse, his palms rubbing down his inked chest before he played with the button of his black pants. The Hunter's breath was coming faster and faster and the thin cloth between his legs was so drenched in slick he thought they might be ruined.

"Gonna dirty dance for me?" He tried to joke but he almost wanted to beg the universe that he wouldn't. He'd basically just realized he truly had ovaries and if Keliphos moved like that just for him he was positive they'd explode.

Kells bit the inside of his cheek not to cackle at his omega's thoughts but it was a hard one to swallow and then it hit him he was trying not to hide anything anymore. "I promise if that happens I'll heal you."

"I bloody well knew it!" Dom huffed, but he wanted to reward his lover for his honesty. Instead of waiting for Kells to magic his boxers away he pushed them down himself, wriggling free of them before he tossed them at his face. Kells growled low, catching the fabric between his teeth and sucking at the mess. He got so distracted by the perfect flavor of his boy that he jumped when Dom started helping him out of his jeans. The human was fast and fumbling but the eagerness drove the devil wild.

"Yeah yeah." He slurred around his mouthful and Dom huffed before tugging his boxers free.

"If you want a taste you can 'ave one, but get naked for me?" He barely got the words out before fingers were gripping his thighs and tugging until he fell flat on the bed. A soft 'oof' escaped him as his spine hit the mattress but he felt enraptured as he watched his man finish undressing. The monster's dick was so red and it looked achingly hard as it hung heavy between his lithe strong legs. The beast was coming for him again but something inside him had him rolling over and pulling his legs up under his belly until his ass was up in the air.

"Oh holy fucking shit fuck- what are you doing?" Kells growled so low his throat hurt. Maybe it wasn't completely healed from before. He dropped himself closer to the bed until he was eye level with his boy's beautiful pink drenched holes. "Do you even know?" He wondered, inching closer. Dom's scent was so fucking thick he was surprised there weren't visible whisps of it drawing him in like some old cartoon. It certainly felt like it was grabbing him by the balls. Dom's thighs spread open until his cockhead was kissing the mattress. He was so hard his foreskin was rolled back and he was leaking a puddle of precum on the ratty sheets. Snap- the fabric underneath them was soft. Egyptian cotton. Black. Of course. "I want to see the stains you leave."

"Oh fuck-" The boy groaned, resting his cheek against the pillow under him and biting it gently. "Keliphos, please?" A hand came down on his ass so hard he cried out, his hips rolling as if he were already getting fucked.

Kells choked on nothing at the sound of his name on his bitch's pillow perfect lips. It didn't sound like the curse it was coming from him. It was supposed to mean a hollow and empty shell but from Dom it sounded like he was something special to be filled with love. Or… whatever the human wanted to put into him. He crawled closer, fitting himself between Dom's long slender feet and he pressed a kiss to his bright red cheek. When his lover shivered he scraped his teeth over the pulsing skin and let his mouth search out his elixir of life dripping between quivering folds. He flattened his tongue and swiped slowly from balls to tailbone and the boy melted into the bed like liquid gold. He was certainly precious.

"Wha' am I doing?" Dom asked. He couldn't help but be curious even when his brain was melting out of his skull. His fingers gripped at the sheet and twisted, he was trying not to reach back and drag the wanker up and inside him. It didn't go very well when he tried to help before. "Don't make me- like- like 'is yet please? You too close." He whimpered softly. He didn't want to admit it out loud but he knew the devil was listening. He wasn't used to all of this yet and he knew he'd be embarrassed to orgasm directly in his face.

"Shut the fuck up. You kidding me? I'd love to make you squirt for me. Shower me in it. Fucking drown me in it babe. Wanna feel you go wild."

"Kells oh me God no, fuck- Tha' word?" The boy full body flushed and giggled nervously against the pillow. The beast could feel the truth in his body though, his pussy dripped honesty like honey for what turned him on. Got him hot and desperate and aching.

"Such a good bitch presenting for me. I get it, you'd rather squirt on my dick, yeah?" His voice was barely more than a rasp, his cock in question was pounding. They both knew he was giving Dom an out but at the same time he wasn't sure he could wait that long to hollow out his space inside him again.

"Presents?"

Kells snorted and unglamorously choked on his boy's slick but Dom was so worked up he didn't care. His fingers groped rough at the human's thighs and he shoved his tongue as deeply inside his core as he could before pulling back. "No but… if you want. Presenting-" He reiterated as he crawled up over his omega and pressed himself chest to spine. He tangled one hand in Dom's hair and tugged gently. "-is how you're sticking that pretty ass and tight little cunt out for me like a special treat. The way you're curled up and offering me all the power." He purred, licking a stripe across the kid's shoulder, up his neck, and over his jaw. Dom shuddered and whined so sweet, grinding his ass back. He was definitely searching out Keliphos but the demon took a moment to breathe him in.

"Please?" Dom was trying, he wanted to open up to things he hadn't been able to do before. He had trouble begging, he found it impossible to give up his power or be sweet, this was all new for him but Kells had lowered his walls for him so it was only fair. "Wanna-" He slurred, hiding his face against the pillow though he knew his cheeks were as pink as his ass when he whimpered out- "Wanna squirt on ya cock."

The noise that left the demon's chest was primal but that was probably the kid's point. "Yeah you do." His voice was gravel but he got it almost working as he curled a palm around his dick and started pressing inside his lover. His crown caught against the Hunter's hole when he thrust too soon and slipped up, grinding against Dom's ass hard enough he almost dipped inside. They both froze, shuddering together, but the kid wiggled as if he wasn't sure whether to buck back or pull away. "Fuck- soon but not yet." The devil tried to soothe as he angled his dick down.

Dom nodded fast, a puddle of drool, sweat, and probably even tears wiping across his face. "Wha'ever ya say. Need yas!" He whined, trying to abandon all reticence. There was a heat in his belly and a need burning through his veins that couldn't be quenched until he felt full again. He just knew it.

Keliphos groaned, he could already feel his omega's thoughts quieting and he couldn't wait to feel him blissed out again. He gripped the base of his cock tighter and stroked up until he was teasing the head of himself through his lover's folds. With every tease the boy tried to slur out a beg but he kept playing. Maybe he was scared to lose parts of himself inside the first true warmth he ever felt welcomed inside. Especially after tearing himself open for the kid. "So fucking wet-" His voice dropped somehow lower and his partner answered by trying to fuck back. "Bad boys don't get treats."

"Bad demons get surprise 'oly water blowjobs. Fuck me already." Dom didn't mean to get bratty but it was hard not to. He wasn't used to giving up his control.

"Mmm, kinky bitch. See that's where you seem confused…" He trailed off, holding himself tight to feed just the tip of himself inside the boy before he pulled back out. He relished every broken noise his punk cried. "I'm into that shit."

Dom would have rolled his eyes but he was too lost already. His skull felt like cotton and his brain a sparkling soft mess. He wanted to say he'd file that away for future reference but instead he just mumbled another beg and tried to bounce on his beast's dick. A thought struck him and he knew it was a gamble but if it worked it would be so bloody worth it.

Kells felt his boy working up to something, his jelly-like mind was circling one word but he knew he wouldn't say it. All of this was far too new. Instead of waiting to see what might slip out of his mouth he went back to his game, pushing in until his mushroom tip caught and just to make his bitch blush he circled himself until they squelched.

"Keliphos!" The Hunter flushed even hotter, his palm slapping down on the bed. He could hear the creature chuckle and it caressed over his skin like silk.

"Just wait until I-" He growled low, pulling himself free of Dom's core but he kept the head of himself pressed hard against the kid's skin as he traced precum up over his asshole. "-fuck all of you sloppy open. You'll make such pretty noises for me." He vowed but he didn't know how much more he could tease before he broke too. The omega felt too good not to be buried deep. Always.

Dom waited until his devil was back against his pussy before he uttered one simple word- "Alpha?"

The nephalem's hips jerked rough, his cock breaching the boy's core and hitting home in one quick thrust. The vise-like squeeze was so intense he cursed from the pressure. Dom cried out, his body convulsing like a stripped live wire. The pain was overwhelming but in the most delicious way. He could feel his inner walls pulsing, his guts trying to fit the monster inside. He was quite sure his insides were bruised up. It shouldn't be so hot but the thought of being marked up from the inside out by his devil was intoxicating.

"Dangerous game." Kells snarled, setting his teeth against the kid's pale freckled shoulder. "So fucking human. Can feel your heart in your cunt." He slurred against hot skin and Dom whimpered below him.

"Alpha please?" He wasn't ready for the slap against his hips or the monster strength grip that followed. He tried to take a breath but he couldn't prepare for the way the devil's rock hard cock felt when he slid back and pounded him deep. Nails dug into his skin, blood dripped softly down his trembling thighs to get lost in the black sheets. They bathed in crimson already- Kells wanted to turn the darkness white.

"Say it-" The nephalem grunted between stuttered rough thrusts. Maybe neither of them were ready but fuck- it felt amazing. Perhaps he was an angel because he was certain he was seeing heaven. He sat up enough he could kneel behind the boy and watch where they were joined. The sight of his straining red shaft being swallowed by shiny sweet pink had him shaking. The Hunter's pussy matched his mouth and he couldn't wait to see himself there too.

Dom felt his ass jiggle with every sharp snap of his lover's hips. He knew he was drenched wet and leaking fresh with every move. He felt both wild and calmer than he'd ever been. He felt something he never had before- safe. "Alpha?" He wasn't used to following orders but that was a favor he could grant. Every time he whined it he could feel the devil's dick jerk inside him. The beast was close already and Dom wanted every drop of his spend.

Kells slid his hand under the boy, his fingers teasing against Dom's cock and balls. He wasn't gentle, he couldn't be, but he was closer than he wanted to be and he needed his lover on the same edge. "Again." He demanded, his voice as deep as his shaft. He could already feel his knot threatening to pop, half full and forcing its way inside.

Dom clawed at the sheets, he was overstimulated to the point of too much- just there. It wasn't pain but it was dancing close. He was surprised how much he trusted his man to take him there and keep him safe. "A-al-alphaaa-" He whined long and loud.

Every time the punk called him that it pushed him even closer. He could feel his lover's mind quiet in the rush of hormones drowning them both. It wasn't like either of them could hear themselves think over the noises their bodies made echoing off the walls. "A-a- fuck!" Kells cursed when he tried to ask for it again but he couldn't get anything out besides that. Curses were easy, praise was hard.

Dom felt the devil's palm slide back up his body. His cock fell sloppy wet against the sheet to mess it more. He felt filthy as his partner flattened his hand against his chest and pulled him up until he was sitting in his lap, impaled somehow deeper. He tried to find traction against the mattress to help but Keliphos gripped under his thighs and lifted him like he was nothing. He moved so fast the room became a blur around them and he couldn't tell one thrust from another. His voice wouldn't work past his grunts and cries so instead he thought the title as loudly as he could and he turned his face up to his monster and mouthed wet kisses along his skin.

Kells felt the bite on in his neck and he jerked hard, slamming the boy on his cock. He felt himself filling fuller by the second, his balls tight, his need right on the brink. He stared over Dom's shoulder and watched his dick bounce, droplets of precum making the bed a Jackson Pollock of pleasure. The human panted and suckled loudly in his ear but he finally pushed one more word out. "Cum."

The omega's soul felt the command and he had to unlatch to scream. His rapture rushed through him like a shotgun blast- hard, fast, and incredibly messy. He knew he was doing exactly as his man wanted, his pussy clenching tight as he flooded the bed. He tried to hold on but they were covered in sweat and he couldn't find a spot to grip. The demon kept him off kilter, completely owned.

Kells watched rapt as the human came alive and their minds were so entangled he felt the rush of hormones as if they were his own. Cumming always felt good but it was different for a human and his own mind got lost inside the boy's. Distantly he felt his knot catch, locking him inside his bitch as his tip twitched the first load inside his womb. He could barely focus as his thoughts were drowned out by chemicals he'd never felt before.

They moved through their pleasure, the push-pull-grind of their bodies following their desire but everything inside felt bright. Light. They were locked together in more ways than one and if Dom listened he was almost positive the devil was crying.

They fell forward, Kells driving himself deeper as he wrapped the kid tight in his hold. Their hips rolled, wringing out every drop they could spill together until Dom's belly was swollen with it. The human turned his face, panting and gasping for breath but they held each other through it. Both were thankful they couldn't really speak, oxytocin might have them whispering sweet nothings that meant everything.

Keliphos wasn't sure how long they laid like that but eventually he turned them on their sides to let the boy breathe. Sweat and cum was drying on their skin and sticking them together. He was slowly coming down from the rush but something felt altered inside him. He couldn't feel emotions like people could but now he couldn't make them go away.

"You good Kells?" Dom sighed, keeping his head down. He pulled his lover's hand up to play softly with his fingers though. It was a way to let him know he was there without overwhelming him he hoped.

"I don't know." It was muffled and almost childlike, whispered against wet freckled skin and it made the Hunter's heart skip a beat.

"Tha's alright. I dunno neiver."

The devil cleared his throat and tried to shake it off. There were cobwebs of emotion stuck on the walls of his mind though and he couldn't help but ask- "Are we okay?"

"Wha' ya mean?" The boy asked softly, looking over his shoulder to try and make eye contact.

Keliphos tightened his hold around the kid's chest, his fingers absent-mindedly teasing over his petal pink nipples. He tried to let the subtle clench around his cock from his play distract him, his omega was sensitive and beautifully reactive. "All I said. That I'm not… I'm not made right." He shrugged.

Dom took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, he wanted to pull off and turn around but there was no possible way. His alpha's knot was keeping him plugged full but even a mild tug would hurt them both. "I'd raver 'ave you Keliphos. Cursed or not. It ain't like tha' was summat I ever fhought about." He lied. He was sure the beast knew he was but the first part was true and he hoped that was enough. "Besides, 'unters don't need families. I jus' need you."

The nephalem felt the ache in his chest lessen and he nodded as he held the boy closer. They weren't cuddling- of course not. They just had to lay that way because of his knot. Part of him hated that he'd gone so soft after such an intense fuck but his lover didn't seem upset. "You never know. It works for some of them." He hummed, it wasn't like he thought the kid would always want to be with him. Forever was different for a devil, he didn't want to try and tie his lover down more than his dick was. He just needed to make the voice in his head shut up that really wanted to keep him and join them forever. It was fine. It was just the fuzzy chemicals.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Another post too soon, maybe I can let myself rest tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed it and it was worth the smutty cliffhanger yesterday! How is Kells feeling Dom's chemicals? Why is he so scared of being with him even after opening up? What will they do next? Keep reading to find out! 🖤⚰️

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autumnbrambleagain · 10 months ago

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edit: rant edited to reflect how Snoot Game treats gender identity b/c i hadn't really done more than look at a few convos about it

I'm GBH, Goodbye Volcano High got like, the worst fucking shake

Disclaimer, I haven't played it (there is a very special irony in this that i'll get into in a bit), but I've watched people on youtube play it, and I think it's. Fine? It's fine. But everything surrounding this game, everything that happened to and around it, it's fucking wild. I've never seen a game get such a poor serve-up on the tennis court before.

It gets put up on the big console premier along huge AAA budget games. That's rough. A small intimate-scale VN about the end of the world as a metaphor for growing up and leaving highschool and changing and also a non-metaphor for the world ending as itself a metaphor for the new generation entering into what feels like an absolutely hopeless, pointless future (spoilers: the future is pretty fucking dire (the present is already fucking bad))?

Those are some rough themes! That isn't doomchief and master slayer punching guys! And not to denigrate doomchief! These are some ROUGH themes and the trust that those themes will be handled WELL isn't something you want to give out so readily! Those are themes that are easy to fuck up! Fair! But still. Oof!

To have your relatively small scale game put up as a launch title alongside mass-consumption AAA games. Ouch.

I'll admit: the art style was pretty rough, it's really rough on first look. I made fun of it too.

Then it comes out the MC is enby, that it deals with queer themes, and 4chan-esque folk go nuts over it. Snoot Game comes out which, apparently, seemingly, actually not bad! A lot more ironic but with serious themes handled, apparently earnestly, and it's overall... good!? Even some critical accounts suggest it isn't, at least, bad? Whichever: it comes out faster than GVH does, so it now has a parody-competitor dealing with the same themes, but not just as a JOKE but actually putting effort into it too. Like. That's the thing. Snoot Game DEALS with strong themes of growing up, of becoming a person, it DEALS with the themes GVH is saying it will deal with... and it uses the characters to do it too.

And it does it, by some accounts, WELL.

Ouch!

Granted Snoot Game is from 4chan and apparently I'm now reading one of the themes is Fang accepting they're a woman and they were just being enby to try and be different, and while it seems like it DOES handle it very seriously, and like, the game seems to penalize you for being shitty about their gender, and like, detransitioning IS a thing! I don't want to give TOO much trust to a 4chan-derived game either. I'm literally enby, but I also wasn't always enby, but like. Having a game where the message of "you were only trans because you were pressured into being different", it's, ehhhhhhhh not great no!

TBH without going through Snoot Game I can't really speak about it but Snoot Game overall isn't the main point, the main point is:

Some people are already now primed with associations and expectations, you already have a doppleganger as your competitor. OUCH.

So like.

Pretty rough.

And while Snoot Game, from the compressed summaries of it I've seen, seems to actually have honest heart and love in it in its final form, a lot of people just seem to be along for the hate-ride against GVH at this point because "eww the alphabet rainbow furries."

And then the writer has to step down because they found out she's into child por--wait, it was just 3d animations? That someone else made? That she was watching and criticizing as part of an article on how dumb video game porn is?

Oh. See, there's a difference between "the author is an active pedophile" and "the author watched a Harry Potter porn animation to write an article on the concept of video game porn," but in our modern era there's really never a distinction. Drawing something bad is the same as doing it in real life. Looking at it at all is the same as doing it in real life. If you see a woman's ankle on the street, make sure to head immediately to confession or God will judge you for the rape you have committed in your heart.

We live in such a media-literacy dead-end zone that people are calling the original Lolita book child porn. We live in such a media-literacy dead-end timeline that people are saying the only media that should be permitted to exist is happy comfort fluff where nothing bad ever happens because if you make bad things happen in fiction it means you're an evil villain :3 i'm not an evil villain, though, i don't watch bad media!

So of course it's fine to ruin careers because that's not EVIL. I didn't look at the BAD media so I CAN'T be evil. So you know, we have this modern purity pandemic of people thinking they're heroes for getting people to kill themselves because they drew or wrote "the wrong kind of thing" and are therefore EVIL and we're in a post-DnD world the cultural well got poisoned by DnD's secular take on evangelical protestantism's absolute morality of saved-vs-nonsaved. You're Lawful Good, you know you're Lawful Good. Whatever you to do Chaotic Evil people? That's fine. You can do whatever you want to them. You're Good.

Anyway, then it gets delayed to remove all her influence from the game, because at this point, even admitting you know what sex is online seems to be enough to ruin anything you touch tbh. Humanity's doing great, btw.

Like I can find twitter posts of her apologizing for "hurting people" by having seen harry potter porn. Your species is insane, just btb.

GVH finally comes out quietly and everyone's so fucking. MAD at this game. Hardcore 4chan whateverfolk hate it because there's queers and highschoolers. Other people dislike it because Snoot Game already came out and now GVH feels like fanfiction of THAT to them. They already met these characters, enjoyed them written like they were in Snoot Game, so how they come off in GVH feels worse. And you know, sure! That's a rough fucking shake when a fanfiction comes out before your actual release and it's good! For others it's tainted because a ""sex perver"" had worked on it. For others the art style and that it premiered alongside big name AAA games as a launch title was enough to slot it firmly in the derision zone. For some, because the queer community cannot NOT devour its own tail, it's doing queerness wRONG (Fang's parents MISGENDER and DEADNAME them!!! you can't put that in a game that deals with gender as a theme!!!!)

And then you have people who don't care about ANY of that, who are upset that everyone dies in the end and "your choices didn't matter", despite your choices affecting your relationships with the other characters. Granted? Sure! More actual endings beyond the end-of-the-world concert would be great! But comparing it to Mass Effect 3 where NOTHING mattered because the Reapers destroy everything and you pick one option at the end and their implied consequences before like 4 different changes to the ending came out to retcon "oh yeah everyone in the galaxy is stranded, everyone probably dies anyway, you accomplished nothing everyone's still dead" ? ?

The world's ending. That's the point. It's what you do with the time left that seems to be the point? Yeah? No? I'm not saying it HIT that theme well, and I'm not saying it actually failed at it either. I honestly think it did FINE. The criticism i keep seeing is "everyone died so nothing mattered." Buddy. Buddy. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. Please do not let that convince you that nothing you ever did mattered.

Among all that it came out buggy, apparently, and the music minigame isn't like. Super. Good. Doesn't matter too much if you do well or not. Not greatly designed? So you know. The game also has just general internal problems too mechanically, so people without a dog in the race just don't enjoy playing it? Like, the art style was all on the creators, like, it's... it's not GREAT I'll be real! It's really weird. It's humans in those latex dolphin masks the memes weren't off base even i was laughing at it and groaning at yet another piece of media whose theme was "leaving highschool is like the world ending"

but like.

GVH isn't like. I dont' think this is some great amazing the best game ever. The art style's grown on me but in the way where you learn to ignore how it looks. But like, I see people complaining it's too whiny--wait, the characters aren't depressed ENOUGH about the world ending--honestly, honestly,

I think I like it? I haven't played it but I've watched it and I think I like it. I'm not like, this is probably the last day in a while I'll ever even think about the game, it isn't going to stick with me for years and years, it didnt' make a big impact on me--but I liked it well enough???

At this point, my default assumption at this point is if someone strongly openly firmly dislikes this game it's not at all for any good reasons--or rather, that it's not on the value of the game in-and-of-itself. This poor game was saddled with all this WEIGHT on top of it. Can you even dig it clear of this external context and examine the game itself for what it is anymore?

I'm writing all these words and like. I haven't PLAYED it i've just watched other people play it. I'm not even BIG into the game it's like... it's okay!

But oh my god I cannot get over what a fucking. BAD serve-up the game had leading to its release and just beyond. Oof. Ouch. God. That's real rough, buddy. I have never seen something get this POOR a serve. What an absolute rough, ravage, unfair birth for a thing into the world!

I think if the game congealed out of the aether (and maybe with a more... better art direction?) it'd be fondly remembered in small quantities?

Instead it's just... the actual game itself is just BURIED under all this mess.

It's fucking fascinating to me, honestly. It's far more fascinating what happened to this game than the game itself at this point, and that, too, isn't very fair to the poor game. I, too, am here not to talk about the game, to care about the game, to have anything to say about the game. I am PART of this problem I'm talking about. Instead of addressing the game I'm talking about the context that was built around it.

I'm here because I remembered the drama, looked into all the drama, then went to watch the game and, after seeing ALL of that, EVERYthing I read through to get to the game itself, actually seeing the game was just... like... for this? All of that, for this?

Huh.

#long #autumn says things #autumn rambles

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sanguinechaos · 1 year ago

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cant believe i was so fucking delusional about Flamebringer and Enforcer interacting in some way that it came into existence

actually can we talk about that

listen i already Hortus de Escapismo would be a treat because its a Laterano related event and it involves my wife. actually he got an alter even i knew it i KNEW IT I WAS AN EXALTER TRUTHER AS SOON AS I SAW THAT BOUJEE WINCHESTER 1887 MY FUCKING WIFE IS HOME MY WIFE

and then they dropped the operator records for the Notarial Hall trio and for anyone who has not read those yet tl;dr from somewhat dubiously google translated chinese text:

in Insiders oprecs theres almost an all out brawl over a family heirloom donut recipe. its so funny to me that we all made fun of him cause his halo looked like a donut and he really is Donut Man™

actually his personal donut recipe is so sweet and greasy that the doctor nearly chokes to death on it. im pretty sure if you eat it you can physically feel your arteries popping shut

apparently he likes sweets so much because when they picked him off the streets in some small town bordering siracusa and brought him to laterano they gave him some candy and it just left such an impact on him

do all of you have dead parents is that like a requirement

he has donut pajamas

Executor oprec is kinda cute honestly. this guy is autistic. he has joined the war on autism on the side of the autism. anyway what we learned is that apparently his lack of empathy (as in the sanktas 6th sense) is something hes had from birth and not in fact due to his job as an executor

and also he has always had a black halo and wings. according to the manhua they also dropped his entire extended family has black halo/wings it has absolutely fuck all to do with him being willing to kill sankta if his job necessitates it its just genetic

he doesnt actually have that much of a problem recognizing what people are feeling, its more that he has trouble piecing together cause and effect or what those emotions mean to people. and his parents (before their tragic demise) taught him to like draw shapes on paper matching different emotions to parse it? cute

anyway the other executor that was on a mission with him when he was still a rookie bites the dust and Executor takes it so so so seriously and fucking tries to eat 100 scoops of ice cream because his senpai made a joke and he was just like "okay so that can count as a last will and testament i guess" like babe. babe. he applied for executive gelato funding

and they leave us hanging but i genuinely wonder how many he managed to eat before he probably vomited and couldnt see gelato for the next 3 months

Federico Giallo? no. Federico Gelato

also hes only around ~25 as of Exalter

Enforcer goes around asking various sarkaz about Kazdel cause obviously hes intending to go look for Cecelias dad with her

actual live reaction as soon as i saw 炎客 BEYONCE?! FLAMEBRINGER?!

Flamebringer is a wanted criminal the Notarial Hall has his mugshot on the office notice board (which tells me that there is NO WAY that Executor doesnt KNOW him or about him please i am so delulu rn Lowlight i fucking beg you let them interact kiss. violently suck face, even. "Dino wasnt this a 炎见 post?" if you were paying attention to my Twitter youd know i really like 葬炎见 in that exact order but ill take any combination of just two of them) and also he absolutely does not give a shit he just keeps watering the plants while Enfocer talks at him

Enforcer gets slammed against a wall and maybe choked a little unbelievable and Flamebringer is like "go bug someone else, blood is not for watering flowers" like oof ouch the edge on this guy

Mudmud helps Enfocer in the end tho :)

also he might be like 19 while my conservative estimate was at least 25 i THOUGHT the Notarial staff had law degrees now i get why everyone in Guide Ahead was like "waow, so young :o and already an executor!"

#arknights #flamebringer #enforcer #flameforcer #being held at knifepoint can be something so homoerotic #blood #going apeshit under the readmore #炎见

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heymrspatel · 2 years ago

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✨A Very 2023 Tag Game✨

i was tagged by the queen herself @celestialmickey and my beloveds @gardenerian @creepkinginc @sleepyfacetoughguy @metalheadmickey @shameless-notashamed @gallawitchxx @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @y0itsbri @smokey-mickey *deep breath* i'm hugging all of you! 💙

hello, my name is: julissa 🫡

i live in: nyc 🍎

in 2023 i’ll be turning: into a hot bitch hopefully

describe your 2022 in 3 words: oof, ouch, yay! *right clicks for synonyms* enlightening, harrowing, hopeful

3 words you hope will describe your 2023: adventurous, effervescent, peaceful

something you’re looking forward to this year: omg seeing my nephew graduate high school and go off to college. very bizarre since i still see him as that little kid that would follow me everywhere... time.

something you want to accomplish this year: i want to start sketching how i used to. and i really want to get back into landscapes but digitally now! learn how to draw the elements on good ol' procreate 🥰

somewhere you’d like to travel to this year: do you want the full list? lol realistically, my friend and i were just discussing if iceland is doable! or wales! but also i've got a few states in mind 😉

something you’d like to do more of in 2023: drink more water, move and go outside in order to feel good, laugh, hug, kiss, love.

and finally, what’s your 2023 mantra? breathe and jump in

estoy tarde bebés! and idk who's done this but i'll tag a few babes that have my heart @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @iansfreckles @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @squidyyy23 if you would like! if not, i'm just giving you a little plant 🪴

#i've been a little dissociated and this helped bring me back some! so thank you macy for creating it! 💙 i love you always forever sweetface #macy's tag game tuesday #<- but for the new year and on a wednesday aldkj #tag game

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k00281262 · 2 years ago

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As I discussed in my post on my pinhole follow-up, I decided to print off some of my prints to draw back over. I used some oil pastels for this, in reddish-pinks and blues reminiscent of the colours of the body's circulatory and connective tissues, as well as some metallic gold to stand out against the black-and white background.

I traced the movement of my joints and outlined the positions of my bones. I wanted to include some text, too, so the top picture has an excerpt from one of my diagnostic reports, and the bottom has the very formal diagnosis I have given myself: "BONE HURTY (oof ouch)".

I like the effect that this working back into the photos gives. I think it is much more visually interesting than the original pictures, as well as giving a cluttered, chaotic look.

#k00281262 primary

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animaginaryartblog · 2 years ago

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[Image ID: A digital drawing of two human characters, standing on sandy ground. Behind them, distant acacia trees are silhouetted against the setting sun.

Standing closest to the camera is a young black woman. She is wearing a dark red halter top with a white collar and hem. Her pants have a yellow and orange geometric pattern, and each pant leg splits into two pieces below her waist, hanging loosely around her legs. She has cool, dark brown skin, warm brown eyes, blue-black hair, and a short, muscular build; her upper body is especially buff. She stands with one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side, as she looks directly into the camera with a confident smirk.

The woman's blue-black hair is barely shoulder-length and carefully styled, with three corn rows braided on the left side of her head. She wears rounded glasses with gold rims; a matching gold cross earring hangs from her right ear. A bead necklace hangs loosely around her neck; from it dangles a white and red beaded cross. Matching colorful beaded bracelets are on both her wrists. On her feet she wears white sandals with beaded patterns.

Behind the woman, a masked figure is crouched as if they have just landed - knees bent, one fist on the ground and the other hand raised as if preparing for a strike. Yellow bat wings arch from the figure's back, and matching ears angle back from their head. The figure wears green and black combat boots; the rest of their clothes are loose, flowing, and dark, hiding the details of their form. Red plaid lines the ends of their pant legs and sleeves, and the same pattern flows from shoulder to shoulder, covering their shirt collar. A matching red plaid cloth is tied around their head. A black mask covers their face, painted with a stylized fanged mouth, bat-like nose, and white eyes. The figure's shadow extends before them, stretching towards the camera. /end ID]

Also on my DeviantArt

yes I'm still at it with this "challenge" that should have ended three months ago. at this point it's just an excuse/motivation to make some new covers for all my Spotify playlists, ha.

anyway! this is Emily Wig, protagonist of my WIP novel Wings of the Dusk, and her superhero alter ego, Bat-Ear. yes they are the same person. Emily takes great care to make her two identities very distinct so as to keep anyone from guessing who's really behind the mask. part of this charade is that Emily relentlessly roasts "Bat-Ear"'s sense of fashion, while Bat-Ear claims to have no idea who this "Emily" person even is. she has fun. more on the drawing below.

this drawing took way longer than I wanted it to, partly due to "oof ouch humans hard to draw" and partly due to "oof ouch clothing and jewelry hard to draw". I'm not sure what the proper term for her hairstyle is (I tried my best with the image ID okay), but it's based off this (I found the image from some article online and took the time to find the actual original source. be proud of me.) Emily's cross necklace is modeled after one I have, albeit with different beads. Her pants are also modeled off some I have that are very flowy and fun. They also have different colors and a more complex pattern but I wasn't about to try and replicate that.

Bat-Ear's sweatshirt is a similar story; I partly based it off a sweatshirt I have that is also patterned around the collar and I did legitimately consider making a Procreate pattern brush to replicate it... but this was already taking me way too long and at that point I just wanted to be done with it, so I just used a plaid pattern brush I found online. another thing for Emily to roast her local superhero for- that, and the very dramatically painted hockey mask.

I considered giving Bat-Ear some sort of actual traditional mask from Kenya (which is where she's from and where she lives), but discovered that a) Kenya doesn't really have a lot of traditional animal masks? and b) most traditional African masks are associated with spiritual stuff and I didn't really want to get into that. so I just went for a general "ooh scary bat" sort of look. something a teenager would paint on a hockey mask to look intimidating. the claws are fake, by the way. probably stole some of her sister's fake nails.

fun fact: Emily's ears and wings are based off of the yellow-winged bat, because I already had reference images saved in my folder and figured it would look cool.

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