#i was supposed to paint it but i got lazy and ended up only painting the face

[martiniluvr]

Okay im tanning and i just got an idea

Outdoor sex with Jason 🙏

Like youre tanning and just relaxing and he just CANNOT stay away. He just lays next to you and slowly moves closer and by the time you know whats happening hes on you 🧎‍♀️

And when he's done he just "just wanted to let you know you forgot your alarm and its time to turn over, couldn't let my girl burn" AHHH

“thank you for the ask leah” we say in unison 🩷 freestyled a lil bit towards the end oop don’t sue. also? this is me pushing my summerboy jason agenda.

18+ minors dni

warnings: sprinkle of exhibitionism 👀

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he was supposed to be helping you reapply your tanning oil, but somehow jason todd has worked his way between your legs, and now your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side and your ass is bouncing off his thighs as he fucks you languidly in the hot afternoon sun. his movements are unhurried and mellow thanks to the heat, and his hands roam your ass freely, occasionally squeezing the plump flesh between his fingers.

you moan softly into the towel beneath you as he rocks in and out if you with ease, your wetness pooling at the base of his cock and making it glisten in the sun. jason’s green eyes are lidded while he watches your pussy take him almost to the hilt, a lazy smile spreading on his face as you struggle to keep quiet. he knows you’ve only worn this little two-piece around him to get yourself in this position, and he’s more than happy to oblige; even out in the open like this, he can’t resist you.

the sight of you before him is something to behold; your tanning lotion has your skin glowing in the sunlight, and your ass in the air gives him an unobstructed view of your sex leaking around him. there’s a nagging feeling at the back of your minds that you’ll be caught—after all, you’re fucking by the wayne manor pool, and the man of the house could be home any second—but jason is too consumed by the way you feel and the sounds you make to care.

his lower abdomen starts to tense as your moans get louder, and he brings a hand over your mouth despite his orgasm creeping up on him. “shhh, princess,” he rasps, speeding up his thrusts. “want somebody to hear you?” you whine into his palm as his grip on your ass tightens, feeling his cock twitch inside you. his hips falter, and he pulls out of you with a deep groan as hot ropes of cum paint your lower back.

after a moment, he sighs and uncovers your mouth, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he comes down from his release. your head is spinning as you let your hips drop back onto the chaise, when jason’s voice catches your attention. “turn over for me, ma,” he tells you, using another towel to wipe down his mess on your skin. you look at him, puzzled, and he chuckles as he coaxes you onto your back with his hands on your waist.

“what? don’t want your tan to be uneven,” he says coyly, repositioning himself between your legs. he glances back at the house before bringing his fingers to your tender clit, circling slowly. “jason—” you say, but it sounds more like a moan than a warning. he flicks his eyes back to you and grins.

“just relax,” he coos, sinking his middle finger into your aching cunt as you gasp. “y’don’t wanna get caught, right?”

[reds-writings]

sunday kind of love

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: finally a bit of pure fun and fluff! this kinda applies to the jealousy, jealousy universe but it can totally be read as a standalone! requests are open so hit my inbox if you so choose! enjoy!

word count: 1.3k ish (a lil treat)

warnings: light cursing but not much else! the ending felt kinda weak so i apologize for that lol (minors begone!)

“Y’know…today is supposed to be one of rest…given that it’s a Sunday n’ all. Just in case you might’ve forgotten.” You remarked in your half-drowsy state, your porch swing swaying idly as you lay draped across it like some lazy house cat. 

The day had you hotter than a sinner in church. The sun sat high and bright in the sky, certainly having no mercy on all the melting folk of Louisiana. Even the breeze that had the old wind chimes you’d hung up ages ago tinkling idly in its gusts was relentless in temperature, offering no aid to your sickeningly sticky skin. With the way you’d been running the AC and numerous plugged-in fans in your house over the past few days, you were sure to rack up one nasty-looking electric bill in due time. Even with all that operating nearly 24/7 it hadn’t made much of a difference in the old rickety house. You’d give just about anything right now if it meant not being so grossly miserable and sweaty in all the worst places. 

The only reason you weren’t inside the slightly cooler haven that was your home was because of a certain pigheaded man who decided today would be the day he busied himself with fixing up your lawn. How ridiculous. One offhand mention of the front yard being a little unruly and your flowers looking a bit lackluster had Rust up and working as if you were Pavlov and he the infamous dog. There was no fighting him when he set his mind on something so you assigned yourself the role of making sure he didn’t drop dead from heat exhaustion like a fool. 

“I’m serious, Rustin. We should head on inside. Ain’t no need to get all of this done today.” You called out again, tipping your head to the side and looking over your sunglasses to see that he had now moved on from getting all the lawn clippings into a trash bag to planting some new flowers he claimed would thrive during the season. The way the muscles under the tan skin of his arms moved and the look of utter focus painted on his handsome features had you smiling something horrendously lovesick. Despite his bullish nature, you knew this was just one of his many underlying ways of showing that he cared for you. Loved you even. You could say that now after certain admissions had been made some nights ago and you found yourself no less giddy after the fact as you thought on it what had to be a million times over at this point. 

Some Linda Rondstat tune played from the old radio that sat propped up on the porch’s railing, causing your bare feet to tap in tandem with the country star’s divine voice. Rust continued to work in silence as you started humming, sitting up to then swing your legs off the bench’s edge. 

You flipped your sunglasses to lay stationary at the top of your head, “I’m feelin’ awfully neglected right now, darlin’.”

That had him finally snorting, “I’m sure you’ll live.” 

“You don’t know that. If I were to keel over right this minute cause a certain cowboy won’t give me the time of day, I bet you there’d be some sorta scientific explanation behind it and it’d have you feelin’ just awful. Gutted even, I’m tellin’ you.” You wagged a finger at him as you went on your theatrical tangent. You saw him shaking his head, continuing to work as if that could hide his growing smile from you. 

“You find this funny but I’m bein’ dead serious. I’ve got one of the most handsomest men in Louisiana on my lawn and he’s too busy diggin’ holes in my garden. Those flowers are gettin’ more felt up than your poor girl over here and that don’t sit quite right with me-”

“Quit it, woman.” He cut in with feigned exasperation though you knew such outward declarations of flirting made by you had him more than a bit flustered. You could live out this whole scene forever if you could. It might’ve been hotter than hell but the landscape was lush and beautiful. The weeping willow taking up a good amount of space on the front of your property danced in the light afternoon wind. The sunlight was hitting everything just right and it had you grateful to call this all yours. The man opposing you only added to the fuzzy feeling dancing in your veins. Snapping out of your sappy thoughts of admiration you saw Rust finally get up from his position and make way towards the garden hose.

You huffed out a dramatic sigh as you forced yourself up and made your way down the weathered porch steps. He stood over the new thatch of colorful flora, thumb half over the hose’s nozzle to spray down his hard work of the day. 

“If I quit it then just how else am I supposed to bug you with my affections?”

“I couldn’t tell ya. Shame that is.” He drawled, seemingly amused with feeding into your impatient antics.

Eyes squinting at him, you tried to fight the quirking of your lips as you ambled on over closer to him. 

“You must got some hidden thing for the works of sadism, mister. Leavin’ me hangin’ for hours on end with no-” You nearly shrieked at the sudden cold of the hose’s stream being flicked at you. The offendant stood opposite of you, too smug for your liking as he took in your half-soaked form. The old tank top and denim cutoffs you had on already left little to the imagination prior to his attack, you could only imagine the form of indecency you found yourself in now. 

“Oh, that’s it. C’mere you little- HEY!” You screeched as the cold spray hit you again. The momentum with which you charged at him had water flying between you both when he got you again. You wrestled each other for the hose, causing more than enough of a mess in the process. The joy in your laughter had Rust’s chest squeezing almost painfully. The stretch of his grin felt foreign to him but he couldn’t manage to control himself. 

As you made numerous attempts to jump up and snatch the tubing from his grip you overestimated your step and slipped on the newly muddied grass, causing you both to topple over. Your belly ached from how hard you found yourself laughing. You almost felt like a child again, drenched beyond belief with streaks of mud and grass finding a new home on your body. A few deep rumbles sounded from the depths of Rust’s broad chest as he pushed some of the sopping-wet hair from your face, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him. As if you were all the answers to his universe wrapped up into one person. The intensity had you knocking his chin with your knuckles softly and wiping some water from his face. 

“You’re an ass, y’know that?”

“And you’re one sore loser.” 

“Loser?! I’ll have you know I managed to take your lanky ass down in one fell swoop-” 

You were silenced by the sudden press of his kiss. It was hard to reciprocate as you felt yourself smiling harder but he persisted despite the clumsiness of it all. Moments like these were something you’d never take for granted. Any chance to see the man in front of you free of all of his persistent burdens, even if just for a moment, were times you could hold on to forever. You felt nothing short of lucky that he let you in. That you were able to cross paths and choose each other in this life. 

You had a feeling there were probably other lifetimes in which you danced this similar dance as different people or different beings. Destined to always find your way back to each other come hell or high water.  Damn. Rust's daily cosmic ramblings and otherworldy mumbo jumbo were starting to really get to you.

Though you couldn't help but wonder if he happened to feel it too.

a/n: late night post but we love silliness and laughter! as always feedback is greatly appreciated! hopefully, this wasn't too ooc!

[vernons-girl]

a shoulder to cry on | lee dokyeom

angst to fluff, wc:1.1k

Teamwork was never something that worked for you ever since high school. You always ended up being the one doing all the work because others were lazy and sugarcoating the situation saying you should do it since you were the smartest one amongst the group.

And unfortunately, this pattern followed you even at work years later. Indeed you and a few of your co-workers were supposed to work on a big advertisement project for you company and much to your dismay, your oh-so-dear colleagues left all the work to you, as usual.

And having to do all the work - because of course, you could not bring yourself to stand up against them - brought you so much stress that just living life was overwhelming in itself. After hours of working your ass off on this project, it was leading you nowhere, you could not get anything done like you wished you could. So you decided to take a quick shower and dress in warm comfy clothes before heading to what you now considered a safe place : your boyfriend’s studio.

The both of you were so busy and got up with work that you barely had the chance to see one another in the past couple of weeks, you knew he was working hard on his music, even if that meant staying up late at night in his studio to get that one beat done. So you knew that coming over to see him would probably mean having to see him work all night long but you didn’t care, you needed to see him and to be with him to feel a tiny bit better.

After a quick taxi ride, you found yourself in front of the building, you decided to send Dokyeom a quick text to alert him of your upcoming visite even though he had told you an infinite number of time that you could come by whenever you wanted to. He did not replied but saw your message; which means he was probably busy but still wanted you to know he acknowledged you.

You softly knocked on his studio door before entering the room, your new presence causing your boyfriend to turn his desk chair around to face you, smiling brightly and opening his arms as a silent call for a hug, to which you more than thankfully answered, crouching down a bit so you could rest your head on his shoulder, melting in his warm embrace.

“I missed you..” he mumbled in your hair, his hot breath tickling your ear as his words brought some comfort to your heart and soul.

“I missed you too” you said back, reluctantly pulling away from the hug only to place a chaste kiss on his lips, earning another smile between giggles from your sweet lover.

“I’ll be watching over you on the couch, okay ?” you said with a smile, wanting him to know you were here for him, cheering silently from afar.

“Come over there if you need anything, alright ?” Dokyeom replied, you nodded and made your way toward the small velvety couch at the back of his studio, ready to watch your significant other work his magic.

After a while, about an hour you guessed, you didn’t feel more relaxed like you thought you would, you felt like you were stuck in a bubble of anxiety that could explode at any moment and this moment came just because your ever so kind boyfriend turned to you to flash you a smile, attempting to check up on you but his smile quickly disappeared as you failed to hold your tears back from falling down your cheeks. The sight of his lover breaking down suddenly in front of him raised an alter in Dokyeom's brain and he quickly got up from his chair to join you on the couch and hold you tightly against him, placing your face against his chest so you could find comfort in his warmth and scent as well as hiding your crying face from him, not wanting to make things worse for any of you.

A few minutes that felt like hours, you finally looked up to Dokyeom, only to be met by a worried expression painted on his face even though his eyes had an endearing hint within them. You saw how wet his hoodie got from all your tears as you let go of the soft material you had been holding tightly in your fists. “I’m sorry I got your sweater all wet..” you said in between sobs, “I couldn’t care less about this baby. What I care the most about right now is you. Do you want to tell me what is wrong ?” his kind and caring nature has always been something that made you heart swell with happiness and love and in this moment, this is all you needed, you needed your lover’s support.

“It’s just work… We had that group work to do for the company, a big project that our boss is really looking forward to get back, and my co-workers well, they left it all to me and I feel like it’s my fault for not standing up against them but all of this is just bringing me so much that I can’t even do anything right anymore and everything is just -”

- Hey baby slow down” Dokyeom softly said, cutting you in the middle of your rant. “You know, I understand how it is, I know how you are but you should not kill yourself working hard like this. Take a break, send an email to your boss to tell him about the situation and you will take it from here again, okay ?”, you nodded silently, “Now let’s just relax and forget about everything else. It’s just you and I, alright ?” he said reassuringly.

“Yes, it’s just you and I.” you repeated, looking up to him as he leaned in to kiss you gently, taking your breath as well as your worries away.

This is how you ended up cuddling up with him on his desk chair, your chest pressed tightly against his, your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, feeling the softness of his skin against your, his delicate and home-like scent feeling your senses and he lovingly caressed your back while placing a few kisses on the top of your head with his upcoming songs playing in the background to keep you two in that little bubble you formed around you, shielding you from the outside world, you didn’t need anything else than this, your boyfriend and his music being the only things feeling like home and comfort.

[nelapanela94]

He fervently believed that you had stepped into his path at the same moment the rest of his world collapsed. Farlan and Isabel are gone. And he had witnessed their farewell. Nightmares haunt him; ghosts of the past lurk around the corner. Everything he fought for, everything that moved him forward slipped through his fingers.

He supposed you are, somehow, a consolation sent by the one who watches it all.

Walls!

Your mellifluous voice appeased the anger caused by some brat who ruined his tea. Sugar is not only a luxury; it encroaches the true essence of the leaves.

The naïveté of a rookie painted across those plump rosy cheeks. He halted, black thin brows arching up. His shaky hands hidden behind his back. "Hey" you sighed in relief. "I am looking for squad leader Hange's lab. but I think I got lost." You raise your shoulders, biting your bottom lip in a sheepish smile.

His brain detonated, something hit hard in his chest. "Right... uh... " He gulped as he thought of the instructions. But a ten-second interaction wouldn't be enough. He felt the urgent need to delve deeper, and the door had opened at that moment. Opportunities like this don't come twice. He wouldn't waste it.

"Follow me."

Your eyes sparked and you joined his side, following him to the end of the corridor. your voice echoed on the walls as he attentively listened about the lazy lives of your three cats.

You made him feel normal again. You reminded him that he's not alone.

And now you inhabit his thoughts and inflame his heart.

[glassrunner]

while isha was very much a cutesy character that helped soften some of the harsh moments of season 2, i ultimately feel that her existence was unnecessary.

the moment she appeared onscreen and immediately tagged along with jinx, i got the sense that she was incredibly hamfisted into the plot for the purpose of eventually making jinx Suffer More. the progression of their relationship (which i understand happened over a timeskip, but seriously that timeskip is doing too much heavy lifting -- a problem in its own) from "annoying kid following me around" to "new little sister" isn't elegantly alluded to, it's constantly made extremely obvious. and just to make sure we get the point, riot puts the final nail into that narrative coffin by having jinx literally say aloud that isha is a basically a younger version of powder and paints her hair blue. and then two episodes later, she's gone. just to give jinx yet another reason to go insane, which she doesn't really need.

isha has literally no dialogue. she serves to remind the audience of jinx's past, minus the trauma. it's easy and expected to project a young powder onto every scene she's in, which is just a waste of a new character. but even before the direct isha/powder comparison, jinx declares that she's discarded that persona, that "jinx" is no more. somehow, isha's mere presence even calms down jinx's psychosis to the point that she has a mild break for presumably the first time in a while only after isha is taken away, which just feels extremely lazy and gratuitous -- like the big bad Insanity is just a convenient lever to pull when the plot needs more tension and drama, rather than something that jinx has suffered from her whole life, and which silco's death amplified to the max.

all of the interesting plotlines i was looking forward to, like caitlyn's spiral into vengeance and fascism, jinx's rage and grief and psychosis causing chaos, vi and caitlyn either reconciling or being unable to in the end... it all just feels like it was brushed aside. jinx, after firing a rocket that killed half the piltover council, decides she just won't fight piltover anymore; caitlyn, who's grateful for ambessa's support and guidance in her crackdown on zaun, suddenly turns on her to aid vi; vi, forgetting her life-threatening feud with jinx, abruptly remembers they indeed are sisters who shared a life. so many conflicts conveniently resolved in seconds, when they should've taken at least a few minutes to untangle -- all because we needed so much time devoted to isha and jinx's relationship.

don't get me wrong, i LOVE the emotional moments that have been present so far. i think they do still hit, but their beauty is definitely muted because the pacing is a complete disaster. it was really difficult to enjoy isha having a bug battle with jinx when 1. i didn't even really recognize that jinx and 2. i was constantly thinking about what the other characters were doing. with how many plotlines need to be wrapped up before the finale (zaun's independence, the black rose vs. the medarda clan, mel's supposed magehood, etc.), i'm really not confident that we'll get a satisfying ending, and honestly i wouldn't have minded not having isha in the plot at all if it meant we could get a more coherent and less rushed overarching storyline.

[monstersandmaw]

I can't believe this story is 14.5k words long. These monthly stories are only supposed to be about 2-3k words long, but hey.

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It's still June, just... I'm so sorry this didn't appear sooner, but it's a whopping 14.5k words long, so hopefully that makes up for it!

Content: at the end of their first year at the Royal Academy for the Magical Arts, the young, entitled son of the wealthiest family on the continent is partnered for an assignment with a diligent reader from a very humble background, and makes a very poor choice. Years later, after finishing their masters, the reader finds themself having to work with him again, only to find he's not quite as they remember this time around. Also featuring a naga bestie, adoptive dads, a badass dwarven professor, and a chunky cameo from the orc mage, Orrakh from a short story on Tumblr.

(Light spoilers) content warning: reader is drugged to render them unconscious, but nothing untoward happens while they're out, and it's facilitated by their friend. Nsfw: reader gives a blowjob in a sort of semi-public place, and receives oral in return back in private.

Wordcount: 14,565

Extract:

Ambient magicka crackled and coalesced around you, becoming little flashes of light in the air as you strode down the navy blue corridor of the astronomy wing where you’d met your friend. “I worked my ass off for that placement, Alana, and I am not going to let some gilded turd buy his way in beside me and turn it into a farce!”

The naga’s thick, serpentine tail carved a wide swathe through the other student mages as she struggled to keep up with you, until she finally grabbed at the sleeve of your dark robe and yanked you around to face her.

“Take a breath, honey,” she said, pushing her circular, gold-rimmed glasses back up her nose and blinking moss-green eyes at you from her pretty, round face with all its myriad freckles. “From what you’ve told me, Rune is a first class shit, but you’re going to have to work with him.”

“He’s not just a shit, Alana,” you fired back through gritted teeth, aware that you were drawing a bit of an audience beneath the painted vaults of the long corridor. “He’s a rich shit who thinks he can throw money at people and just walk out with whatever he wants! That isn’t going to cut it with Magister Delfan.” The dwarven professor was notoriously impatient when it came to time-wasters, but if you got on her good side, people said she was an absolute blast.

You glowered at your best friend and tried to force down a tide of emotions and memories.

“Delfan wants actual talent,” you went on in a slightly more measured voice, “And I know from experience that Rune is a lazy, good-for-nothing arsehole. I worked with him before in first year? And what the fuck is he doing on a summer placement with Delfan when he’s not even studying her subject?” you added as the realisation hit you.

Rune, rather ironically, had only studied basic runecraft with you in your first year, but had switched subjects in his second. You hadn’t kept track of what he’d been doing in the interim years, but you knew it wasn’t Delfan’s specialism of foci and auxiliary artefacts, and their use in magical rituals.

You let out a tight, wheezing huff of breath and blinked away memories of your humiliating two week project ‘with’ him. It had cost you your friendship with your then-best friend too, and that had hurt almost more than what Rune himself had done.

“If I want the Board to consider appointing me for a research fellowship, I need to finish this placement with Delfan’s endorsement. If Rune fucks this up for me because he’s bored and wants to play the academic for a while, I’m going to ring his scaly neck and turn him into a fucking golden handbag, do you understand me? I don’t care who his father is, I swear to all the gods I’ll do it.”

Alana’s expressive face suddenly struggled to keep back her rush of amusement at the image. You saw the sparkle in her eyes and rolled your own in response, but a little of your anger drained away.

“I’m sorry,” Alana snickered, “But at least you’d get a luxury handbag out of it?”

You caught her laughter and your frustration disintegrated around you like a shattered potion flask.

Still giggling, Alana put her hand on your shoulder and squeezed it as she met your gaze. “You’ll be fine. Delfan is a hard-ass and she’ll recognise your commitment, even if Milordy Goldypants puts in zero effort, alright?”

You snorted a laugh, hefted your leather satchel back onto your shoulder. You’d never told anyone else what Rune had done, apart from your parents and Alana, and the idea of having to work with him again made your stomach roil. The magic that had started to crystallise around you dissipated, but your memories of the dragonborn from your first year lingered all the same, and they were not pleasant ones.

When you’d been partnered with Rune before — when Magister Orrakh had called your name right after Rune’s — your heart had dropped to your boots and he’d flashed you a sharp-toothed grin across the small lecture hall. Sometimes Magister Orrakh taught in that larger hall, when he needed more space to show the full intricacy of a runic circuit and the way magicka flowed around the lines of chalk from rune to rune, but when he taught his theory classes, he preferred to use his small classroom. Unfortunately, that day’s class had been a practical session, and the tiered seating which gave the students at the back a better view of the experiment on the stone altar at the front of the room also gave you a good view of Rune lording it over you from the higher seating.

The dragonborn had been lounging near the back of the tiered seating on the end of the row, with his serrated tail dangling nonchalantly into the gangway that ran between the two halves of the auditorium. He was strikingly handsome, of course, with eyes the colour of back-lit amber flecked with pyrite, and his scales were a warm, honeyed yellow that gleamed almost opalescent in the sunlight streaming in through the clear, arched windows set high in the wall.

His tunic was a deep, pure black, but it had been embroidered with the most minute, fairy-wrought detailing that dizzied the eye if you looked too long at it, and he had whisper-thin, gold chains dripping from ornately engraved bands around his twin, ridged horns. The larger horn sat stacked atop the smaller, nestled close together at the root, and both followed the line of his skull back over his head to end in elegant, polished, gently-rounded points. He was so obnoxiously wealthy that even the delicate, gossamer chains were adorned with tiny flashing diamonds which sent minuscule rainbows dancing around the walls wherever he went.

You'd had nothing to do with him so far in your first year at the academy, having come from entirely different backgrounds.

There was no way the scion of the wealthiest family in the entire kingdom — richer even than the royal family, if rumours were to be believed — would look twice at the adopted child of a fisherman and a rat catcher from the dockland slums of the city. You’d fought for everything you’d ever got out of life, finally earning yourself a scholarship to the prestigious Royal Academy for the Study of Magical Arts. He’d probably got his father to buy his place, since he’d shown no real demonstrative abilities with magic.

Everything had been going so well for you until that fateful final presentation of the year when you’d been paired with Rune.

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[mossypidder]

So I was wanting to dye my hair pink midwinter so it’d fade my spring, I’ve been meaning to make another skull mask, it was supposed to snow the third week of January and somehow Technoblade always seemed to end up in the snow. Therefore. Things happened. I was only intending to take photos of it, but then I heard this song and my brain just went MMMM THIS SCENE AND THIS SCENE AND THIS SCENE AND- so I made a short. Or at least it was intended to be a short, but for some reason, YouTube won’t upload good audio, which is annoying, because tumblr doesn’t like high res imaging. Regardless, I’m really, really happy with this. Also here’s the slightly shortened youtube version if anyone’s interested.

Here’s the concept art for the costume beside what it actually turned out as. Material list below cut.

Mask: foam core which is a staple, but I tried duck masking tape instead of regular scotch tape in hopes the paint wouldn’t peal off it’s held up so much better thus far. Tusks and teeth are cosclay. Then acrylic paint and I don’t remember what the clear coat is called.

Crown: also foam core, but I did use scotch tape for it. Not as happy with it because there are a lot of creases, but I was too lazy to try and find a different medium. Painted with an oil based gold paint which actually covered very well and I barely used any of it.

Actual Mouth Tusks: also cosclay with acrylic paint for the white and the same oil based gold for the tusk cap thing.

Cloak: red fleece that I weathered with acrylic paint (and painted myself and the kitchen floor in the process), and long pile fleece for the hood lining. The buttons are cosclay that I, again, painted with the same gold. And the chains I just bought in bulk off amazon cuz I’ll probably use it again.

Corset Belt: some random faux leather I had leftover from a former project, and the laces are just ribbon.

Sword: a friend made it for me forever ago, and it’s just been lying around.

Shirt: a random find from Goodwill that I about shrieked at when I found.

Pants: I can’t remember where I got them, I’ve had them for a while, they’re just high waisted corduroy.

I really wanted glasses, but I couldn’t find the ones was planning to use. Which is obnoxious. Because Techno deserves to see. But it’s not supposed to snow again for a while, so unfortunately, no glasses.

Also, this is the first time I’ve wished I had long hair since I cut it off almost three years ago because aesthetically it would have been really nice, but I’m less hung up on that than I am the glasses lol

[writingzen]

Let’s Play ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ pairing- soobin x 6TH!member x yeonjun.

✧ summary- soobin punishment was just supposed to be a quick hand kiss.

✧ warnings- txt 6th member, sexual tensuon, teasing, jealousy, making a very small punishment bigger, etc

✧ A/N- got this idea when I saw the boyz kiss punishment with Juyeon in that one video yk? But yea, enjoy :)

You takes his hand into yours gently, fingers rubbing softly over his as you pull his hand close to your lips. Though it was supposed to just be a normal hand kiss quick and done, you drag it out. Starting at his fingers, trailing your lips leisurely along each knuckle, a light “muah” sound following every lazy peck before lingering over the top of his hand.

A high blush flushes his cheeks, a warm care spreading across his rose pink face as he forces his gaze away from yours, glancing at everything and anything in his view but you. His shyness only added to your fuel, making him look more adorable than ever, more easy to tease and mess with.

You call out his name softly causing a tingle to run down his spine, your breath fanning against his knuckles, “soobin” his eyes flutters before he finds the courage to turn his head to you, his gaze focused on the ground, too embarrassed to actually look you in the eyes.

“Mhm” he responds in a whisper

The corner of your lips rising into a smirk, “look at me” you says softly, voice dipped in honey as it drifts towards his ears. Your words makes him shiver, enjoying them more than he thought he would, making him feel so so special.

His gaze finally locks with yours for what seemed like forever to him but not enough for you before repeating his same nervous actions once again, eyes bouncing from different objects around the room. You can’t help the way your smile widens at his adorable reactions, lips still lingering over his hand “soobin~” you repeats his name, taking it apart slowly like your learning it for the first time, like you can’t think of a better word. This time his eyes drown into yours, your intoxicating gaze piercing through his body as he waits for your next move. His gaze focusing on you and only you as you finally press your lips against the top of his hand, laying a soft yet seductive kiss on him before taking your time to pull away. You look up at him through lidded eyes as you flash him a lazy smile, making him melt like icecream at such an innocent sight.

His ears paint with a deep red as he finally looks away. He can’t help the nagging thoughts in the back of his head, feeling stupid for being so enthralled with just a small kiss yet in a mix of emotions, he hoped for it to never end, feeling like you gifted him a present too precious. For a second he forgets it’s not only you two in the room thinking such naughty thoughts, he forgets it’s supposed to be a punishment because of a game he lost. Though in either case, he would never think of it as such.

As you turn away from him, ending your turn of the punishment, a smile still plasters on your face as you look over at the person you were really putting the show on for. With a tense jaw and twitching muscles yeonjun’s gaze locks with yours, eyes cutting through your accomplishments. In an instance your heart speeds and your being becomes liquid, you swear your legs could melt any second, dropping you to your knees in surrender but you act as if he has no effect on you at all. Ignoring all the signs and still on your feet, you send him a wink, adding more pressure to his anger, before turning to the cameras, knowing he can do absolutely nothing while the camera is still rolling, filming what’s supposed to be just another to do episode. At the end this was just supposed to be a punishment for soobin because of his loss, yet deep down, he knows you did it for him.

Yeonjun takes no time settling his thoughts before taking his place behind you, pushing beomgyu out the way in a quick movement with no grace nor hesitation, causing a whine to leave the boys lips as he lightly slaps his shoulder though he doesn’t force him to move from his place, yeonjun wouldn’t care less if he did.

He lets out a chuckle, paying no attention to the tension in the air, his hand caresses his jaw, calming himself down. “My turn”

He takes soobin’s hand gently yet he could still feel the rough touch yeonjun didn’t forget to add before his eyes meets yours once again, sending you a thousand messages with just one look, a smirk playing on his lips as he continues the supposed punishment for soobin, with every intention to end the punishment with you and only you.

“Let’s play”

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers: Brave Tamer - Final Thoughts

Phew! If you're wondering why I've been quiet for a bit, it's because this game took me 3 weeks to beat. It was kind of grueling at times. It definitely assumes that you played the previous 3 (or 4 if Anode and Cathode count for 2) games and does NOT baby you at the start. It definitely wasn't my favorite game in the series, but the fact that it did away with the terrible old Jogress system earned it a lot of points in my book. There are still some Wonderswan games to play, but I think that's really it for Ryo games! Thank goodness :)

Notes:

Major downgrade from D1 Tamers visually! D1 was so colorful and exploring the world was actually interesting. Brave Tamer follows the Digimon World 2 strat of making every single dungeon pretty much identical and the hub world is bland as heck as well. You don't even need to travel to get to the dungeons you just walk up to the same hole every time. Lame.

Thank God this game lets digimon level up and evolve normally. It basically follows the Pokemon style of evolution. In previous games there were bullshit level caps unless you jogressed a zillion times. This game still has that dumb mechanic where your digimon devolves into a baby. I get that that happens in the show, but it felt pretty silly in the game. They get back to normal pretty quickly after a few battles.

Digimon recruitment is limited to borrowing digimon from digidestined from the various anime series. What an awkward concept. Ryo comes out of nowhere to save the day and then each partner digimon is like "See ya partner, I'm ditching you for Ryo!" I'm just imagining the characters that are left partner-less facing certain doom after Ryo leaves lol. Maybe it's one of those situations where they're only gone for a few minutes due to dimension hopping.

The card slash system (based on the Tamers universe of course) was interesting, but kind of annoying to figure out. After I got a handful of strong cards I couldn't be arsed to keep trying new jogress combos.

Speaking of taking the lazy route, I didn't use the majority of the digimon I recruited once LOL. It's more efficient to just stick with the same digimon for the whole game unless you want to spend a lot of time grinding, so that's what I did. I ended up with only mega-level digimon at the end which is frustrating because MegaloGrowmon and Taomon were at level 30! (They upgrade to mega at 31).

The bosses were strangely easy in this game (except for one that took me like 5 tries). What made it hard were the frickin' labyrinthine dungeons (the last one is TIMED! Evil). I have a terrible sense of direction IRL and in video games so the dungeons in this game were torture for me. You have to traverse up to 5 floors and sometimes there are so many dead ends and roadblocks that it takes what feels like an eternity. Also, there are random battles every 2 seconds that increase the suffering. In the later game I planned my route ahead of time by figuring out where the boss was on YouTube and mapping backwards from there. Here's a screenshot of me and my map in MS Paint:

(By the way, I always play Wonderswan games in windowed mode or else they look wonky. This time, that really came in handy).

I had to use multiple guides to figure out some of this game because the most popular walkthrough wasn't very good. It barely gives you any instructions on getting through dungeons, which was what I really needed.

Most scandalous part of this game was when Millenniummon called Ryo his lover (koibito)? Whaaaaa...?

I didn't realize that this game is a prequel to Tamers so I kinda did things out of order, whoops! I didn't realize that Cyberdramon was supposed to be the outcome of a Monodramon/Millenniummon jogress. Makes me want to rewatch some bits of the anime...

There was so much dramatic build up for the final battle and then it was so easy? I didn't even need to use the 10 low-level healing items I stocked up on. Oh well, guess I was well prepared.

Of course there's a post-game where you can scan all the digimon you missed, but that just seems silly. They're not partners in this game, they're cards. If I can't a raise a digimon I don't really see the appeal in collecting them all. (I mean I guess I wouldn't see the appeal in raising them all either, but the cards seem like even more of a waste of time).

The Wonderswan games have always been my fave digimon games but this one felt simultaneously half-assed and overly complicated. I'd give it like a 5 or 6 out of 10. Let's call it a 5.5.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here my friend and I suppose every season we need an episode to remind us why we have the mantra, and this was that episode. Its not going down as the worst disappointment we've had on this show, just really, really meh. To be fair, we got exactly what was on the label from the sneak peaks to the stills, you could pretty much track every event that happened. And that's the problem, I don't think we were in a collective hallucination when we thought there would be so much more, and there just wasn't. This especially rung true with Buck this episode, who's storyline is begging for movement while I'm still seeing the same old thing 🙄🙄🙄.

Anyway, that's not even the stuff that pissed me off, what really aggravated me was the Denny stuff. I have no problem with the show doing a big, emotional call during the silly-shenanigans holiday episode, but considering this show has never had a problem writing an emergency where the audience finds itself emotionally invested in a few just-introduced strangers, using the Wilsons to make sure the audience is invested felt lazy and like too much considering all they've just gone through. It was a paint-by-numbers choice to imo, where its like okay who has kids who aren't toddlers cause that'll freak out the audience, aren't already traumatized because no one wants to see trauma piled on a kid, and are actually present?? Oh look, there's Denny!! So yeah, unless there's some sort of future follow-up to what happened that whole thing felt so shoved in and unnecessary.

As for the Buddie and tree stuff, again everything that happened was what we were shown would happen, no surprises. And while I get that the audience has to actually see their relationship this season in order to see why it ends later, it doesn't make watching the hamster wheel in action fun. And god the one solo BT scene they put in (not counting the cemetary, Tommy might as well have been on another set he was so far away) was so ridiculously painful to watch with Treeman acting like a condescending dick the entire time. I sat through it with BT 1.0 and have since forgotten how much I just don't need to see that, until now. The only plus I guess is that at least now they're contrasting it against the way Eddie treats Buck directly which definitely is purposeful, but still I'm tired of watching it and seeing Buck being talked down to.

That's all from me bestie, gonna go get some more wine and curl up with some Buddie classics tonight. Its gonna be a long two weeks....

Friend, we should not have been surprised. As you said, we got exactly what it looked like we would get, down to ending on a somewhat positive-ish note for BT which I think a lot of us HAD been expecting until quotes and hits started coming out. But we should all know better by now! That gif Kat used was the first bucket of ice water for me because I know exactly what that scene implies and I was right. There was certainly some whiplash though as we keep hearing there is going to be a disconnect and BT are going to learn things and face hurdles and it's like, girl where? Is the hurdle just T not actually liking Buck and treating him like a child? Because that only works if it gets addressed and so far it hasn't, and doesn't sound like it will. Plus, hearing that Buck is going to go to everyone for relationship advice is filling me personally with dread because it seems like every time that happens he just gets lectured about why he's not doing enough to keep things together instead of anyone asking if he's happy and I just can't do it again. I'm so tired of watching Buck, who has SO much romance to offer and asks so little get constantly trapped by the writers in these relationships that are boring at BEST, or painful to watch at worst as he is dismissed and mistreated. We've seen this all before, and are dying for something new!

On top of all of that, the pacing and tone for the episode was once again, all over the place! Knowing who wrote it, that kinda makes sense now 🙄. It started out good with fun firefam stuff, but once again, Buck gets shuffled off onto some side story with a rando side character instead of the firefam being involved to make it fun! That's why things like Jinx worked so well! We have Buck and Chim freaking out, Hen on the fence, Bobby pretending he's not superstitious to keep the peace, and Eddie trying to get everyone on his side of the fence. It's more balanced, and fun, plus they can all like, act. But this just felt like Buck getting ganged up on with no one in his corner and the audience, who knows Chim especially is all about this kind of stuff, is left wondering why we didn't hear anything much from him or Bobby, or even almost-a-doctor-Hen! At least Eddie was around, but again, the tone of those scenes with him siding with T felt SO off and really felt like a writing issue. We didn't even get a resolution to the boils! We don't know if it worked or not so what was the point if it's just gonna be brushed aside with a throwaway line, two weeks from now when the show comes back?! Again, a writing/pacing issue.

As for Eddie, I think the audience would have benefited from just a little more insight into his head, instead of getting the same "I miss my son but I'm fine" thing the firefam is getting, just because I think they are really going to get into it for Eddie next week (Shannon again, yay😒), and these storylines do need at least a little room to build, and that alone might have helped with the tone for Eddie's scenes for the audience to sympathize with him, instead of it looking like he's brushing Buck off while the audience is sympathizing with Buck. Again, a writing issue.

Which brings me to the next part of the pacing/tone issue which is why I'm putting on the writing because it wasn't just that the BT stuff was bad and the Eddie stuff felt off, but where in the absolute fuck did this Henren conflict come from?? Someone else pointed out that since Mara has been silenced in her story for so long, this was the perfect opportunity to give her a voice and have HER be the one not understanding Hen's work schedule. Which makes more sense given how young she is, and all she's been through, and it being her first big holiday with her family, rather than someone with a decade of living this life suddenly having a problem out of nowhere. If that had come up even just last week which could have worked with tensions being high and them struggling, it would have made more sense. But truly, this should have been centered on Mara's feelings, not her parents feelings about what might be Mara's feelings but we don't know because it's never confirmed how she feels. I think it was an emotional scene, but without the build up it fell a little flat which is so frustrating because once again we have actors who can absolutely pull off the emotional scenes, being let down by the writing. And while this show has absolutely balances fun and funny with tragic, the tone again just didn't fit or flow. It's bachelor party all over again with the tonal whiplash!

My final big though I'm going to leave off with is this, and it's something we learned during RNM and it's something I try to remember especially for this show as well. Actors having a really great time doing their job and being excited about what they did because they remember all the fun they had and what it looked like from their perspective, does not always translate into an enjoyable episode for the audience. They don't always know what all gets cut, they don't know how things ultimately get put together and how that affects the tone and pacing the audience sees, and their experience is colored by getting to have a super fun time with their friends doing cool stuff! Oliver has had a few episodes he's loved doing cool acting stuff for that didn't translate as well for the audience in the finished product. The journos as well hyped the fuck out of the s7 finale and that episode was a fucking mess! They are also at work, and their job is to get clicks and unfortunately, nothing like a good old fashioned ship war to generate buzz! (Though I'm surprised after some of the deeply disturbing and nasty shit thrown at them by BTs that things turned out like they did, but again, we don't actually know these people and I need to remember that ignoring them is actually for the best.)

ANYWAY. I'll close on Buddie when I'm dead, and if I survived BT 1.0 dragging out a whole season for no reason, that rando woman being forced into 5b just to take up scenes that belonged to everyone else because she had no reason to exist, and that transphobe getting to stick around for a whole season also for no other reason than set dressing basically, then I can get through this. But GOD I'd rather not. I'll follow this show to hell and back, I just wish it would stop fucking going there.

Final final thoughts, my favorite reminder:

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ March comes. You see James in the store.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 shitty writing! 𖦹 shitty ending! 𖦹 james potter being boyfriend 𖦹 depressed!reader 𖦹 fluff 𖦹 comfort :D 𖦹 pt. 2 of this fic

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 887 

You were in a dance with sadness, and your dress was getting torn by the heels depression wore. She stepped on your innocence—a white dress turned black, a flower petal wilting. Birth turns to death, and happiness fades to grey. The Sun always sets, but then again, it always rises.

You supposed he was the Sun that rose in your life. James Potter, your little ray of sunshine, was always there on your darkest days.

A cup of tea was on your nightstand when you holed yourself up in your room on bad days. He would give you soft blankets, so many blankets. A little note next to your water bottle:

Love, drink water! Or else I'll have to attack you with kisses! Wait, I think you would like that. I won't attack you with kisses if you don't drink water.

Love you to the Sun and back, Jamsie❤︎

He always said: I love you to the Sun and back. 

But he was gone now.

"'Scuse me, but I—" James paused, obviously trying to maintain composure, but he couldn't continue.

"I'll go get a mop," Was all you could murmur as you actively averted his gaze.

You returned and found him crouched on the floor. He managed to get paper towels and was trying to wipe the milk. Such a kind man, you thought. 

"'T's okay, James. I got the mop," You said, looking down at his big, teary eyes. It hurt your heart to see him like this. 

People do stupid things in September, like pick up extra shifts. Now, in March, you regretted it. You never used to work Thursdays, but here you were, standing in front of the only man you've ever loved, mop in hand, and heart shattered.

It was your fault he was gone.

People do stupid things in September.

He stood there as you mopped, the reason apparent when he began talking, "So, how have you been?" He chewed on his fingernails.

"Not great," You admitted, "Been hard since..." You trailed off; he understood what you meant. 

"So why did you do it?" The fluorescent lights of the market flickered on his face as he stared at you with a pained look.

You sighed and looked to your feet, "I dunno," You shrugged, mopping, "I guess I just felt like you could never understand, and that made it hard."

His brows creased, "But I was trying," Your heart sank because, of course, he was trying, and you knew that. That didn't take away the pain. "I was trying so hard," He continued, "I just don't understand why I wasn't..." He looked at his palms, "Good enough."

You felt guilty, "You were good enough, James. You were more than good enough. It truly wasn't because you weren't trying your hardest. It was because of me. I'm the one who left, James."

He solemnly nodded, "Right. Well, I'm sorry for the milk."

"'S okay," You whispered, tears gathered in your eyes, "Not your fault." You stop before murmuring, "Nothing was your fault. Ever."

"I better get going." He said, short and to the point, "Your number still the same?" He asked.

You nodded, and with that, James was off.

You got a text: Can I come over?

You sent him your address; he was there in no time.

"You said it wasn't my fault." He was pacing around your living room, hand in his hair, creased brows, "But you also said it was hard because of me. I—" He looked at you, "I don't get it."

"James," You sighed, willing him to stop pacing, "I don't get it either." You patted the cushion next to you, asking him to sit. He sat in the armchair across from you, not ready to be directly next to you.

"James, all I can say is that I made a stupid decision, and I'm sorry."

Over the following weeks, you and James grew closer.

"Not much has changed with you," He noted one day, popping a ripe strawberry into his mouth. The Sun was shining down on him. He looked like a painting—brown skin glimmering under the golden rays, hair messy but, somehow, still neat. He wore a simple tee and shorts, but he looked magnificent.

"Earth to Y/n," James snapped you out of your daze by waving his arm in front of your face.

"Yeah?" You didn't hear what he said, too transfixed on his beauty.

"I said you haven't changed much," He smiled, "It's nice."

You cocked your head, "Nice?"

"Yeah, nice."

You sat with the comment for the following days, trying to decipher it. Maybe it was only skin deep.

Safe to say, it kept you up at night.

Another sunny day meant another picnic with James Potter. He wasn't sure how you didn't catch on to his undeniable feelings.

So, here he sat, under the Sun, crunching on chips while trying to think about what to say.

"I like you. I love you." Is what James settled on.

"You love me?" You were shocked, confused, and a little concerned. "You don't love me."

James looked at you with hurt, "Yes, I do," He protested.

You looked at your hands, "Even after... everything?"

He nodded, "Even after everything. I still love you."

James Potter loved you to the Sun and back. He always would.

srry for how shitty this is😭

for @masivechaos

love u margot

[ffxivaltaholic]

Prompt #10: Stable

#FFxivWrite2024

"Aaaaand Done!" A delighted bristling of the Miqo'te's fluffy tail would accompany her pleased grin. "Now you look perfect for your date!" Taking a small mirror and bringing it to the Raen woman, N'akani beamed with pride at her handiwork. While the Seeker was a bit of a lazy freeloader, she had a talent with makeup and henna. Taking the Mirror and shifting to look at her face, the Raen woman offered a dazzling smile in response. "You are truly gifted." Ame examined her eyes, in awe of the color blending and flawless finish she'd been given. Standing with hands parked at her hips, N'akani gave the Aura a once over, checking her for any loose whisps of hair, and the makeup for anything out of place, down to a single lash. "You're going to look so pretty that he's going to be weak the moment you grace his presence!" She chirped and circled the regal blonde Raen for one final look, fixing a strand of hair. "Will you be back tonight?" Trying to hide her envy as she cleaned up her brushes and makeup. Sitting as if a lady in a painting, Ame folded her hands on her lap. "No, but we'll be back in the morning." The Seeker's ears immediately drooped, and it was obvious that her disappointment loomed over her. The Raen did her best to hide a little, knowing, smirk. "You should dress up as well, go out for the night." Not that N'akani needed to much encouragement to glam up, but she wanted to go out with them. Even though they both got their individual time with him, she wanted both of their attentions equally. "Yeah I suppose..." The energy had depleted and as Ame rose to start dressing, the Miqo'te sat in her place, applying her own makeup. Few words were exchanged and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Ame to stay quiet about the evening, but she had to pretend until the right moment. An hour passed before both were dressed and ready, looking as if they were going to a high-end restaurant or a fancy show. As expect, waiting out front the tall Raen man tried to be patient. He had learned that anything involving N'akani was never, ever, on time. "Kaze!" Ame waved to him, pulling N'akani along gently behind her. It was finally time and she could barely contain her excitement, coming to a halt in front of him. A small, knowing, nod was exchanged between the Aura and they both shifted their gaze to N'akani, the gloom hovering over her like a little storm cloud.

"N'akani." His voice smooth and gentle as he tried to coax her to look at him. It took a moment before those fluffy black ears would perk up and her attention shifted to Kaze's face. "You look lovely." Even though she was upset, the Seeker couldn't help but take the compliment with unbridled joy, her tail swishing back and forth. "I hope you two have fun tonight..." Trying her very best to be sincere and supportive, N'akani forced a small smile at her partners. In truth, this was the first time in her life she had truly been stable, with a consistent roof over her head, food on the table and trusted people... Safe people. A bit of guilt hit as she realized her mood was going to negatively impact the evening, after all they had done for her to ensure her happiness. It was only one night. Individual dates were not even unusual and he had taken her on one the previous week, but she wanted to spend time with them together. Finally Ame could not take waiting any longer and she nudged her partner, getting a slight look of 'what the fuck' from him, until it clicked a moment later and he muttered. "Right.. yes." Before shifting to grab a small container from a pocket. "Uh N'akani." He watched the Seeker perk up again, her face a mix of confusion and joy, thinking perhaps they would come back this evening instead of staying in Kugane. "You're coming too..." The truth of their little plan was revealed, the suggestion to go out on her own, a ruse by Ame to get her dressed up so they could take her out with them. There was a moment where silence reigned between the three as it seemed to process like slowly turning cogs for the Miqo'te. Then it clicked. "A-ah... Really?" Both ears perked right up, though her attention shifted from their faces to the small box Kaze held, confused but piqued. As he turned to look at Ame, she opened the container, with a small promise ring inside, bearing three colored stones in it, one black, one pink and the last a vibrant yellow. Stunned at the thoughtful gift, N'akani looked between them before her eyes welled up and a few tears fell. "Of course. We should get going though, we are on a timeline." Kaze chuckled and took hold of her hand, sliding the little gold ring on while Ame dabbed under her eyes to catch the tears and spare the makeup from smudging. Those gestures nearly brought more tears to the Seeker's eyes, but she managed to compose herself, for the sake of the makeup.

But by the twelve... It felt so wonderful to be loved.

[spectrechosts]

Vandalize My Heart - Chapter 7

Welcome to the circle of Lust! Group painting starts at 5, please enjoy your complimentary demonic womb tattoo.

Full Series

Hell was hot.

Which, obviously. But it wasn't hot in the way Grace expected it to be. Less burning for eternity and more lazy summer afternoon. Lilith was protecting her, making it so she was accustomed to the heat like the demons were.

"This is my mark, little lamb. It protects you from the hellfire, from anyone who gets any bright ideas about stealing that precious soul, and it labels you as mine."

"This is a tramp stamp!!"

"No it isn't, a tramp stamp goes on the back."

Well, whatever it was, it looked not unlike a slutty tattoo.

Not that there was anything wrong with being slutty. Or having tattoos.

She was a new, more sexually liberated Grace. Friend of succubi! Pretty okay with being gay now! Probably not a nun anymore! She could have a slutty tattoo if she wanted.

Well, less wanted and more was okay with it being a thing she needed.

But it looked fine, in her opinion.

Baby steps.

Someone must have come to see why she wasn't at morning prayers and discovered the summoning circle by now. She had always been so careful to get rid of any trace of her deeds, and now she just felt…

Free. Like a huge weight was finally off her chest. She was a sinner, and that was okay.

It helped that Lilith hadn't exaggerated about her realm. She was splayed out on a huge comfy bed in the room that Lilith had made for her in her palace, a labyrinthine temple to the sin of lust that seemed to bend to her will. One moment there was an empty wall, the next, a doorway to her room.

In this place, Lilith was god, though she would probably dispute the comparison. If there was any trick, it was no longer needed. She had her. Grace was completely at Lilith's mercy.

And yet, lounging relaxedly, she felt that her trust hadn't been misplaced. Hell was, truly, luxurious. A big fancy bedroom, her own private bath, a closet full of nice clothes tailor-made for her. Even the temperature seemed to fluctuate according to her wants. If she got under the blankets, the room got colder. If she, hypothetically, tried on one of the skimpier outfits she found in the closet, it got a little warmer.

Lilith only wanted her to be comfortable. This whole place only wanted her to be comfortable. How had she ever feared this? Why would anyone want to avoid coming here? It was paradise!

She drew a hot bath and soaked blissfully. Coming here was the right choice, she was sure of it.

~

She spent her second day in Hell just exploring. The endless halls of the palace seemed to have a will of their own, shifting of their own accord as she walked. More than once she would reach a dead end and turn around, only to find herself somewhere entirely new.

"You get used to it, eventually." A stray succubus told her, between lazy drags on a cigarette. Many of the denizens of the palace seemed almost afraid of her, watching her from afar and scurrying away if she tried to approach. The meaner ones though, the ones that looked more monstrous, they would let her speak to them before tersely shooing her away. "Maybe if you decide you like it here, I'll show you around sometime, hm?"

The succubus traced a long claw slowly up Grace's throat, before theatrically twisting her wrist to tap her on the nose.

"Till then: fuck off, mortal." She said with a sharp-toothed smile.

Grace supposed she did have a glowing magic DO NOT TOUCH stamp on her, but it made things… lonesome. She had come here to feel accepted, and she felt a little bit like a freak.

And as she thought that, the palace brought her to someone who could help.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Grace!!!!!!!!!!!!" Azaerixia squealed, glomping her with almost enough force to bowl her right over. "Ohmygod I heard Mistress brought a human down and I thought it might be you!!! This is so exciting!!!"

"Azaerixia! It's so good to see you, it feels like-"

"Hold that thought, I have to introduce you to EVERYONE!!!" She said, grabbing Grace by the hand and dragging her down the hall as fast as she could manage.

Well, that was one problem solved.

"OKAY SO: Everyone this is Grace, Grace this is Sarana and Eshirlith and Vylona-" Azaerixia rattled off names at lightning speed as a roomful of demons setting up canvases stared at the two of them, some waving, confused, when their names came up. "-we paint together every week which is what I was gonna do right now but now you're here and I have so many other people to introduce you to so we have to keep moving-"

Grace waved at them as Azaerixia pulled her away, already zooming to her next destination.

"These two in the kitchen are Carilaith and Jaentia, they like to cook even though demons don't really eat food, so they'll be excited to meet you Grace!"

Azaerixia herded her into the kitchen, where a spoon was quickly shoved into her face.

"Taste this."

Grace ate the offered spoonful, and regretted it instantly. It was like someone had dumped an entire shaker of salt into a pot of battery acid, and then somehow burnt the resulting mixture.

"How's it taste?"

"Um-"

"It's bad, right?"

"The worst, right?"

"Yeah it's uh, it's pretty bad."

"Only pretty bad? I told you it needed more salt!" One demon said to the other, placing her hands on her hips as Azaerixia dragged Grace away again.

"They're basically the only people around here who actually use the kitchen for cooking, and not just wearing nothing but aprons and having sex on the countertops." Azaerixia paused, deadly serious for a moment. "Always remember to wipe down the countertops if you want to cook something. Always."

"Got it." Grace nodded, and Azaerixia took off again with her in tow.

"This is Zrixira's room, and that's her girlfriend Gor'omath." She said, pointing at a pair of demons playing a computer game. "Gor'omath is a wrath demon so she's technically not supposed to be here but nobody on our end really cares."

"Hey, she's helping me with official business." Gor'omath said, getting up from her computer and letting her character die. "Hi, Gor'omath. You find yourself feeling especially wrathful often, mortal?"

"Uh. A lot less, recently."

"Well, if you ever are, hit me up."

"That guy is yelling at you again, babe." Zrixira said.

"Tell him he doesn't pay my sub."

"Okay!"

"See? Official wrath-generating business. She's a natural." Said Gor'omath.

"Well, don't try and poach her! Anyway, we have more people to meet, later!"

"Uh, bye?" Grace said, closing their door and following Azaerixia, who had run off ahead of her.

"These are Aezorim and Helneth! They're having sex! This is Grace, she's new!"

Grace averted her eyes from the two, who did not stop fucking to make introductions, Aezorim waving at her as she bounced on Helneth's cock and Helneth too overwhelmed to pay attention to the two of them at all.

"They're really cool, I think you'll like them!"

"Azaerixia don't you have more people we need to hurry to meet please?"

"You're right! Let's go!"

~

This went on for hours, Azaerixia making quick introductions and then rushing off to the next person that popped into her head, always magically just down the hall.

Until suddenly, Lilith's mark shone brightly and Grace stumbled, slumping against the wall as her legs nearly gave out. The demon's seal pulsed with unholy power, sending jolts of pleasure through her cunt. She whimpered as she soaked her panties, the sudden magical stimulation unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Oh!"

Azaerixia helped her stay on her feet, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Mistress must want to see you, she'll be here in just a moment!"

Grace didn't respond, inhaling sharply as the mark glowed brighter and the power ramped up in intensity, before slowly fading and stopping entirely.

"Hello, little lamb~" Lilith cooed, appearing before her, though whether through magic or just walking up to them Grace was too frazzled to tell. "Were you giving her the tour, Azzy?"

"Yeah!"

"You're so sweet, darling. Would you mind letting me have some alone time with her?"

"Of course not! Bye Grace!" Azaerixia said, giving Grace a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering off.

Grace took deep breaths, steadying herself before looking Lilith in the eyes.

"It protects my soul, huh?"

Lilith grinned. "And it marks you as mine. Fun, isn't it?"

"If Azaerixia hadn't been here I would have collapsed and had fun all over the floor." Grace said, rolling her eyes.

"Awww, you think that I would let you? Just from magic, no touching? Grace if that was my idea of fun I could just snap my fingers and reduce everyone in this palace into mewling messes, if I were boring." Lilith slumped over onto Grace, wrapping her up in her arms. "How are you enjoying my realm, little lamb? Is it to your liking?"

"It's nice." Grace said, closing her eyes and sinking into Lilith. "I was a little lonely, but Azaerixia introduced me to… everyone. So I think the demons are more comfortable around me now."

"That's good. The mark can make them a little nervous, nobody wants to make a bad impression and scare you away."

"Please, as if anything could scare me away at this point."

"Ooh, brave." Lilith hummed. "What if I told you that I can't wait to see how cute you'd look with a little pair of horns?"

"I'd tell you to slow your roll."

"It's too late, I'm thinking about grabbing them. Some cute little curved horns for my little lamb…"

"Oh no, my soul is in danger, I think I'll run back to the nunnery."

[imunderthegoddamnwater]

My Multiverse's Paperjam and Gradient, honestly Gradient had such a glow down :(

Also yes, Error and İnk does gives a fuck about their kids, they arent perfect ofcourse but they try, Also Paperjam be nice to your family, its hug time like it or not >:(

Ekon is also a part of the family but he isnt in this photo, and yes, I am aware the creator of Ekon is a proshipper, I do NOT support them, I only like the character, Also I dont ship Ekon with Nightmare just to be clear

A bit of their lore:

Paperjam isnt from the same multiverse like rest of his family, he belongs to another multiverse where his Error and İnk fight caused him to be born, he was made from the left over from their attacks, like İnk's paint and Error's strings, which is pretty much the canon part, however what not canon was that my İnk visiting other multiverses and finding Paperjam, he thinked İf he exist he probably has a purpose so he took him back to his multiverse, Error (despite finding the whole kid from another multiverse idea weird) ended up getting attached to Paperjam. Meanwhile Gradient is a whole new story, he isnt fully a child of Error and İnk, he can be count as one but he was created in a lab by Gaster, he was meant to be a "combo" Just like other combos, but it went a bit differently then it was suppose to be, he still can be count as a combo but he doesnt looks like one. Error is the one who found him when he was walking around in the anti-void, first he thought he was an au and wanted to kill him but when he figure out he was a "child" of him and İnk, he took him instead (honestly Im starting to think baby fever got them and thats why İnk and Error took Gradient at this point)

Paperjam is literal ink and paint, he's not a skeletonish creature unlike the canon one, water will damage him so he's scared of it, he is quite sarcastic and gives people cold shoulder, he doesnt believes he has a purpose or a thing he needs to do, so he is quite lazy. He has a significant other he's planing to propose soon.

Gradient...a literal pshyco, he usually is shy and refuses to talk, his voice does sound very weird, he likes making digital art and is a perfectionist, he spends hours on his creations but always deletes it because he thinks they are flawed and bad. He (unlike İnk) cant take it when he someone makes a "perfect" art, there is a high chance he'l destroy the art work and/or eliminate the creator, the jealiousy always takes the better of him. He is aroace.

I didnt writers that much for Ekon yet but he is also from a different multiverse.

[dead-lights]

autumn prom

the teens are doing better! Morgyn and Lorena finally figured out how to make potions of plentiful needs so they’re mostly ok these days, and Lilith maxed out her painting skill and has those traits that make her art sell for more, so they can afford better furniture. They even bought some workout equipment so Lilith can prepare for her next fight with Greg! Caleb's dark form (which is not the same form I gave him as an adult before de-aging him) has taken over his light form and I'm too lazy to change it, but it's fine. Lily finally made up with Caleb and Lilith, and Morgyn successfully asked Caleb to prom.

Things are looking up! There's just one little problem.

Make that two tiny little problems.

turns out there are consequences to full autonomy.

Anyway. Miss Hell was kind enough to invite Morgyn to a pre-prom party she was throwing at their house (without permission). Things got pretty glitchy after that - the game didn't recognize this as an event but a bunch of people, many uninvited, did still show up for the supposed party.

Lorena still has the curse of unwarranted hostility on her, so she was immediately attacked by Samantha Gratz - not even for plasma, just to kick a stranger's ass. too bad Lorena has 3 entire fitness points.

This was, of course, unacceptable. It's incredibly rude to attack a witch in her own home, especially front of her sleeping baby. Morgyn wasn't just going to stand by and let Samantha get away with it, so...

happy prom :)

Lorena got into yet another fight as soon as she got to prom - Darling Walsh this time. Morgyn and Caleb refused to get in the photo booth and refused to dance on the dance floor - they would only dance in front of the photo booth (the game's been pretty glitchy). At least their outfits matched.

Caleb and Lilith were voted prom royalty and prom jester, which was unexpected but fun. Caleb was voted jester for spring prom as well, but i actually had everyone vote for him.

afterwards, they invited a bunch of occult teens to hang out at the pier. Morgyn & Caleb went over to the tunnel of love, Lilith decided it was the best time to learn how to play guitar, and animation issues made Miss Hell inappropriate.

supposedly this is the "scare" interaction.

Miss Hell has been kinda following Lilith around and smiling at her when they're on the same lot... No crush and they're barely acquaintances, but it's kinda funny to me. I do have Miss Hell set as Caleb's master in this so that's an extra level of fun.

The tunnel of love did not go well. I swear Caleb has like zero game in this save. Morgyn is constantly getting various whims about Caleb, but frequently rejects him. I'm trying to be hands-off and am mostly only commanding things like promposals and rabbit holes, but it isn't going great.

I sent Lorena over to hang out with Lily, mostly to keep her away from Caleb & Morgyn. They decided to check out the ferris wheel. by the end of the night...

genuinely not sure if this is a solution or another problem. i guess Lily has a thing for spellcasters.

also gotta love that I had to turn view distance so low that it looks like day. my laptop is uh not as great as the desktop I use for rendering.

heh.

[hxrpooner]

things in arcane s2 that pissed me offfff

in no particular order

warwick not going full wolf????? why!!!!

pussies wouldn't commit to jayvik kiss... ok.... what EVER

killing off characters just for shock value (jinx and heimer mainly)

cait losing her eye also felt like it was just for shock value

what is the message of jinx's death supposed to be? "there's no way for her to make up for the things she did, the only way for her to atone is to die"??? ok.

that "i'm always with you" line from jinx was FORCED holy shit

i absolutely do not believe that the hooded figure from jayce's childhood was viktor. i fully believe that they originally intended it to be ryze and then changed course last minute

sevika got shafted. she's super important for a while, then she just isn't. she barely shows up after "Paint the Town Blue"

the scene with mel using the black rose amulet on ambessa, and then going inside the vision...??? to kill leblanc or... something??? i just kinda.... huh??? what??? okay

a moment of silence for all the viktor enjoyers. they completely shafted his lore and changed his ENTIRE vibe as a character. and then they killed him off. and he's getting an ASU about it.

mel has an interesting thing going on in season 1. she's ambitious and kind of manipulative and it's clear that she's using jayce to her own ends, but the story was obviously building up some interesting motives behind it and i was curious to see where her arc was going to go. by comparison she felt very flat in season 2. the back half of her arc felt very rushed.

the anomaly is a stupid mcguffin. it came out of nowhere and was only brought in because they needed some existential threat for the characters to fight

ekko got shafted. the whole point of his original lore is that he's an idealist and a boy genius, and that he cobbles together the z-drive all on his own from scrap in his dinky little lab. but in arcane he can't figure it out without the help of a white woman and a yordle. fuck you actually.

too much of ekko's development was centered around his feelings for jinx.

unclear how characters like camille, ziggs, blitzcrank, zeri are supposed to fit in with this lore. renata especially pissed me off because we spent so much time on that stupid yordle chem baron, while the actual canon chem baron failed to make an appearance

the piltover/zaun v. noxus war would have been a GREAT opportunity to bring in urgot, considering his lore, but, nope.

hextech found dead in a ditch???

you can't just say "we're making arcane canon" and then proceed to fuck up the canon so profoundly!!!

i don't care for viktor's new aesthetic. the weird gold-and-porcelain thing doesn't suit him.

vander-warwick looks so fucking stupidddddd

sevika's fuck ass haircut

jinx's fuck ass haircut

isha doesn't talk because.... why? we don't know. it would be cool if she was deaf or mute but the writers don't commit to either one

isha's entire existence is a cheap sympathy-grab. introduce a cute child character, have her get close to the protagonist, then kill her off. she isn't enough of a character for it to not feel extremely lazy

it felt like isha was shoehorning in on the vi/jinx/vander reunion

the alternate universe ekko gets stuck in is basically "wow everything is so much better if vi dies!!!" which like. the implications are CRAZY actually

alternate universe jinx was a bit too manic pixie dream girl for my taste. when she showed up in the leather jacket i was like. ok ramona flowers. (i have not seen scott pilgrim)

thematically/character-wise it seems like it would have made more sense for heimerdinger to stay in the alternate universe and live out his life happy and in peace, i don't understand why they had to kill him off instead. either way he's out of the story so what's the point?

having every episode open with an artsy music video... i felt like they saw that people liked the bridge scene from season 1 and went "okay let's just do that 9 more times then." no guys. it was so noticeable and so irritating.

there's a tweet that goes something like "arcane character: assaults someone and takes their money // arcane background music: i love assaulting people and taking their money". if i made a drinking game out of how many times that tweet became relevant while watching s2 i would die from alcohol poisoning

s2 does not have a silco. jinx went protagonist-mode and they were too wishy-washy with trying to make ambessa and viktor ambiguous. silco was such a larger-than-life figure in s1, i think they should have used that and had him haunt the narrative way more than he did. as it is s2 lacks a good villain and a compelling conflict and the story suffers for it

fucking jayce

a lot of the dialogue is SUPER on-the-nose or corny or is just like... people don't talk like that

too much of characters just explaining what is going on or saying the themes of the story out loud

lack of thematic cohesion

s1 sets up this really cool nuanced conflict between piltover and zaun, but s2 completely fails to properly address it, especially towards the end where out of the blue all the focus suddenly shifts away to the anomaly.

"hey guys i know we locked you all in a ghetto but can you pretty please come up topside to help us fight noxus? <3 thanks"

AND THAT WORKED?!?!! SOMEHOW

so many completely irrelevant characters (mostly caitlyn's squad, whose names i can't remember except for maddy)

i didn't feel that maddy's betrayal was properly built up to, but my friends disagree with me so. idk.

i'm getting a little tired of watching people get non-lethally stabbed in the abdomen

finale was mostly brainless epic battle fight epic fight battle fight. like girl... ok.

unclear on how sevika manages to get invited to these topside political get-togethers? shouldn't she be like public enemy number 2?

sevika dgaf about jinx at all after episode 4. it's crazy

there is no fucking way we got piltover councilor sevika. there is simply no fucking way. there are so many things wrong with this i don't even know where to begin.

i felt like a couple of things could be true: 1) they got a little too big for their britches, critiquing the evils of capitalism and the police state in s1, and somebody got nervous that they were going to be accused of being too Woke, so they had to dial it back. (less likely) 2) they found out about halfway through outlining the plot that they were only getting 2 seasons and had to drastically change course to wrap things up before then (more likely)