#in character. / ☁️

[cloudyzeusy]

Imagine the golden boy as your personal slut the person everyone looks up to and adores cockwarming you as soon as you guys get home.

He may ignore you or whatever painting you as the weird kid to his friends but who really cares when they are riding you using your cock as their dildo.

The same person who volunteers to help out children is begging for your cock on the daily their whole routine messed up if they dont have it. Even getting as desperate as too fuck in the school bathrooms not caring who hears.

You basically own him at this time point - holding the key to his caged penis a reminder that he needs you, a plug in their ass at school and a mini collar that he takes everywhere. I'd be shocked if he wasn't in love with you at this point.

You can use him when ever and where ever and he'll take it after all he's your personal slut.

[kingspacebar]

New ref for Sky!

[cornerdreams-txt]

quick headcanons about the new characters in the bo6 crew :)

black ops 6 was phenomenal, btw. i loved it. please come talk to me about it. please. please. please. please. please. pl

★ william "case" calderon

— known to dissociate or space out frequently, but is easily pulled out of it. it's on his record, but it's never caused enough problems for command to really get concerned about it.

— fidgets with his holsters when he's on edge. it's too quiet, or he's waiting for something to happen, he'll rub his fingers against the leather of the straps, or catch his nail on the metal of the buckles, over and over again. even if the weapon inside, blade or gun, is already drawn.

— seems uneasy around smoke or fog, shifty eyes and a pinched brow, but whenever its brought up, he's confused. seems like he has no idea that air that's... thicker, maybe, is a good descriptor, seems to put him on edge.

— unbothered by bugs, snakes, and any kind of creepy-crawly. seems to enjoy them, if anything - helped handle spiders and other insects or pests that found their way into the safehouse. biting insects seem to love him, though - mosquitoes especially. probably a blood type thing, right?

— avid horror enjoyer. seems uneasy about human experimentation, though. him and woods both seem to dislike that kind of trope.

★ troy marshall

— art is a coping skill, and hobby, of sorts. he keeps a pocket sketchbook and a handful of pens in his pockets whenever he can so he can pull it out when the inspiration arises.

— the longer the group stayed in the safehouse, the more that sketchbook filled up with portraits and still life sketches. people, interactions, architecture, sunrises, scenery. memories, ones troy couldn't help but want to capture.

— definitely a motorcyclist. did you see how he handled that bike with case on the back of it? that was NOT this man's first rodeo. 110% has a motorbike of his own. his biker jackets cycle in and out of his daily wardrobe at seemingly random.

— terrible cook. cannot make complex dishes to save his life. can follow instructions, sure, and makes a damn good sandwhich, but do not trust him to make soup or anything of the sort from scratch.

— ...isn't terrible at cooking meat, though. says he learned how to grill from his parents, but didn't really give the team many chances to see for themselves.

— seems to almost act as an older brother figure to the team instinctively. based on how he responds to jokes about him being a mother hen, it doesn't seem like he realizes he does it. (it is welcome, though. the compassion is nice, in such a harsh field)

★ sevati dumas

— very task oriented. you give her a goal and the right motivation, and she'll do it. very very headstrong, though. doesn't like taking orders unless compensated properly.

— food motivated. loves a good savory dish. enjoys exploring other cultures through that. but, no, she will not accept food as payment. nice try.

— good at acting lax and unbothered, but does, in fact, care very deeply. she's empathetic, but forces herself not to show it. she's had that be taken advantage of once, and she refuses to let that happen again.

— very reluctant to get attached or form connections to others, see her admitting she's only with the team until she gets paid. but she still hangs around felix, and she still tries to talk to troy when harrow's fellowship with the pantheon was unveiled. seems like she's not perfect when it comes to avoiding getting attached, is she?

— vibes only but like. i feel like she wants a little sibling. she wants someone she can take care of. she wants to be a good family member to someone, but having a child... no. she refuses to be a mother. she doesn't want to be a wife. she wants to be her own person. (she'd make a great godmother. or aunt. if she had the chance, and if she tried)

★ felix neumann

— if this man isn't autistic i am going to swallow a leather jacket whole like a snake. by the way. just sayin.

— the gloves were a paranoia result. they're metaphorical, sure, a reminder to himself not to harm anyone else, no taking another human life, but also a horrible, creeping paranoia eased in, of "what if they find your fingerprints," "what if you get blood on your hands again," "what if what if what if" until he could only ease it by wearing gloves. worked nicely, in the end. taking them off was... cathartic. to say the least.

— probably an anarchist? the vibes are there. hates society. hates government. wants to dismantle it all and start from scratch. that's the vibe.

— you... my special little man, get the nature autism. this guy can go on for hours and hours about the critters case finds around the safehouse, and case listens attentively and happily. also fantastic at foraging, has dozens of safe-to-eat and unsafe-to-eat plants stored away in his brain, and can rattle off the facts at a moment's notice.

— not the best hunter, but is, amusingly, better with a bow when it comes to hunting than he is with a gun.

— would code simple video games (think similar vibes to the chrome dinosaur game) to play for fun if he got bored enough. good thing he's excellent at finding things to distract himself with, no?

★ jane harrow

— photography lover. not fantastic about herself, but she'll sit and analyze photos taken by others for minutes on end, noting all the little details captured by a camera lense freezing the moment in time.

— does the same with drawn art. paint, sketch, whatever, she'll sit and analyze every little detail she can and point it all out. she loves noticing the details. calling attention to them. letting the artist know, if she can, that she sees all the effort they put into their work.

— her guilty pleasure? window shopping for stuffed animals. always writes it off as being for her niece, or a friend's child, but she wants to collect them. there's something soft, precious, genuine and uncomplicated about plush toys. but she's an adult. she can't afford to be so childish.

— ...alongside the drawing troy made of her, she still also keeps the little teddy bear he insisted on buying for her as a thank you gift, once. but that one isn't in her office. she hides it, away from prying eyes.

— mildly claustrophobic. she can push through it, and she will, when it comes to what her job demands of her, but she likes to avoid enclosed spaces when she can get away with it. it's... easier. feels less like being cornered. (she dances around the real reason she hates it. she never wants to be stuck hiding in a closet, or tucked under a little girl's bed ever, ever again.)

[chuluoyi]

Can we learn LE!readers curse technique 👉👈

hmm two questions about this now🥹 okay i think i’ve elaborated once about LE reader’s cursed technique but i lost the post (and i haven't featured it at all in LE bc i think readers would love to imagine their own CT and all *sobs*) so now i’ll rewrite my own take and elaborate it more! it's a bit long soooo under the cut~

weapon: cursed whip. she uses a cursed whip in fights, so the weapon in itself is already fatal enough, just imagine being hit with this :')

^ i used to play samurai warriors a lot :') and i've always loved kai 's whip because she's so graceful in her fights so yeah, i want that for LE reader too

cursed technique: cursed energy regeneration, which is pretty convenient!🥹 and it works like the more hits she scores, the more reserves she saves! that's why she needs weapon to score the hits. once she has enough reserves, she can choose between unleashing it in one go as a fatal strike with her whip or do a domain expansion

domain expansion: transcendent veil. it has two choose-able attributes: allows her to warp into the space within the "veil" that is the barrier of the domain or forsaking all of that in favor of the sure-hit effect. to activate the sure-hit effect requires twice as much CE of the space-warping though

additional note: despite her cursed energy being all good and convenient, it has one drawback: reader has to score hits to pile her cursed energy :') if the enemy takes her out before that or doesn't let her whip touch them, she can lose :)

[burning-spyce]

Tidbits and little concepts for a major character in my crk fic and an old-ish scribble of li’l Burning Spice!

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— I haven’t decided how I’ll carry out this big project, but I’ll possibly post writing with brief comic strips in between. There’s a larger cast of characters I need to post concepts for too!

Starting in the Pre-Bake Era, this story follows my character Mourning Sun and Burning Spice and their ascendant to godhood through achieving BAKE. (Became Aware of Knowledge and Events) Similar to CHIM in the Elder Scrolls series, it’s a process in which cookies become aware of their higher power to put it simply.

The BAKEing process follows through by the power of belief, wether it be by fellow bakedkind or by oneself.

// I’ll give more in-depth notes on this later ❕❕

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

[mothfinite]

new selfship art idea: draw your s/is and f/os as those fucked up spongebob memes

like these:

pr0ship/c0mship dni

[monkiekidtwt]

[tojiscumdumpster]

nanami core in upcoming fic! also in WIFS

[todoroki-sweetheart]

“Minors dni” [writes nsfw about minors]

Okay, so normally I wouldn’t address stuff like this, but it’s come to my attention that a lot of fanfic writers are having to deal with this.

And let me tell you this, I started writing fanfiction when I was 17 years old. When I started, all the characters I wrote for were age-appropriate or older than me.

Now, let me remind you that every single character I have written about is canonically now grown up. In Attack On Titan, Haikyuu!!, and My Hero Academia mangas they are now beyond LEGAL ages!!

Not to mention that in all of my fics they are aged up anyways, so here is also your daily reminder:

It is not the authors fault that we outgrow the people we write about. You can be the same age as these characters and write about them, but the difference is that you will grow up, they will not!! They will forever be the age that their author writes them to be (which in my case, is still LEGAL!), and there is nothing we can do about that even if at one point we were the same age. Real life will move on and most of the time authors will age these characters up as they age. It is not our fault they are frozen in time because everything we write for is strictly FICTION, meaning it is NOT REAL, nonnie. These people don’t exist, and all we’re trying to do is have fun and supply content to others who love these fandoms as much as we do.

So please, if you wouldn’t mind, get your head out of your fucking ass and save these dumbass comments for someone else. Or better yet, just stop harassing people that are only trying to have fun and love their favorite characters.

Thanks 🙂

(I’m adding tags so other people that have concerns/a similar mindset about this can see it)

[cloudyzeusy]

Omega Gojo

He would smell like sandalwood, earthy and a little bit of musk and he flaunts it proudly. He was never ashamed of his status; he takes joy in the fact that it hurts Alphas to lose a fight to an omega.

He loves his pack scenting them and being around them surprisingly he gets very annoyed when he doesn't see them for long periods of times he gets moody. Especially Yuuji who is his favourite student so it's no surprise a lot of his nest has his clothes in it. It may annoy you but there's nothing you can do about it.

He loves a sweet treat it helps coax him out of his stubborn mindset.

He's quite fluent in a lot of different languages like English, French, and German so when he gets pissed off he starts speaking a different language on purpose so you don't understand him.

He is quite intelligent and powerful so sometimes his ego gets the best of him more often than not. So it's your problem to sort him out. Gojo is a bit of a brat that's natural so overstimulation or edging is the only way to make him go back to his non bratty state. (He loves a spanking too much).

He has the most powerful omega eyes you have ever seen you are so weak to them and he uses it to his advantage. With a little leak of his scent and a whine in his voice he knows you'll give in. And when you don't he bares his omegan fangs which are cute rather than anything.

Hates when you command him because he is independant and obeying commands 'drags him down'. Unless during sex - commands get his eyes all wide and him hard.

He loves cuddles and hugs. He is very clingy especially during heats he needs your body next to him otherwise his eyes well up with tears. He loves you kissing him; it gets him all purring and releasing his happy pheromones.

His heat comes on very strong and lasts for like 5 days in which you have to take care of a very moody and needy omega begging for your knot and i guarantee by the end of it your dick will be broken. As soon as the heat is over all his confidence is drained and he's embarrassed. Threatening to hit you as you mimic his moans of "Alpha!" "Knot p-please"

[kingspacebar]

oupy dog :3

[amalgamcorps]

61796520736972 repo

[starruberrii]

Just experimenting with the shading more!!

I should really introduce all my ocs since I have a lot of characters but I just don't draw them as much as Star and Starru... Hey that gives me a idea >:)

[atlaswav]

PARADISE LOST ☾

INFO: 664 words, blade x gn!reader SYNOPSIS: your memory is only a spectre in the waking world and the world of dreams and nightmares. Blade chooses to suffer to hold a morsel of your existence once again. AUTHOR'S NOTE: ik i said blade was grandpa-core but like hear me out on this one (desperate men). also this is an old draft i just edited. 2 works in 1 day is absolutely unheard of for me don't get used to it. i want sleep but sleep don't want me.

Blade dreams of paradise and eternal damnation. 

That’s what you are to him.

Memories of you were the sole melody of his nightmares and his dreams, haunting him like a vengeful ghost in his fitful slumber, wiling away his voice of reason. In his dreams, your eyes are effervescent, and you reach out at him. To follow you, to help you, he doesn’t know. Doesn’t care. He just wants you to take him. 

In his nightmares, you do the same. Your gaze wanders behind him, yet when he turns, nothing trails behind. You wade in murky, knee deep waters – lukewarm, not cold – but you never smile. 

Or do you?

Recollection of your face becomes lost in the endless fog. He grapples at it, falls in the water, recomposes himself, but he can’t find your face again. 

Your memory becomes a spectre in the back of his mind, and he simply can’t find it in himself to let you go. Those final wisps of rich laughter and warm touch would be replaced by the cold of your absence. 

Cold, rigid. Rigor mortis, or lifeless. 

Tacky with the blood drying, crusting, riddled into your skin with a sadistic artist’s eye. Your eyes were nearly as cold and distant as your touch, focused on some point beyond – and yet if he looked close enough, he could see the cosmos reflected in them. 

Was that where you were now? Watching this pathetic farce of his from the heavens? 

Blade hated himself for it. This pining thing he’d been reduced to.

He knew that short-lived species such as yourself could only exist through memory, lest they leave such a profound mark on the galaxy that the history books permit their names. Humans. Your bones and blood could crumble so easily. 

He supposed he was the same way, another lifetime ago. 

And even with what he had to endure, a million blades pointed at his own heart, he takes it upon himself to remember you.

There was also bone splitting in his dreams. Always resonant, always  deafening, but never resolute. It echoed through the prison of fog where he desperately scrambled to find you again. Almost taunting. Not quite. Those slivers of your memory were his anchor. 

The thought of bringing you back had crossed his mind, however – he ached for it as a sick man to a remedy, a sinner awaiting repentance. 

He craved your life like a drowning man, like the bound souls in graves craved solace and the desolate craved restoration. 

But you were fading. Fading, like he was. 

He just didn’t realise how short of a time it’d be. 

He didn’t realise just how cruel the sands of time were, grinding while your corpse decayed until all that is left is a hollow set of eyes in a skull of aged ivory. 

He didn’t realise exactly how fragile you were, when your cold, freezing fingers brushed his own, and he realised he was too late. 

Mara stricken, they called it. 

The fates were cruel in their verdicts. 

Blade knew he would face a death of the same mechanism, corpse disfigured to the point of no recognition, but he didn’t care. 

Anger gnawed at his conscience like the beast it was, raised its hackles as guilt fuelled its ferocity.

But your voice seemed to haunt him even in his waking hours. The wistful tones of your voice plaguing him like the mara stricken’s malady. Sometimes, he wondered if it was finally his time, at long last. Your voice would become so real, almost tangible – as if he could reach out and your hand would be waiting for his, your pulse thrumming beneath your thin skin. 

There was light, too, in his dreams. Light that promised home and salvation and a cure.

But it didn’t matter. Not without you.

There was no light in the chasm of his mind, but your memory kept him sane. Eternal damnation, a spiral of malady, until you could finally be found again. 

written by @atlaswav , published 16th of July, 2024.

[wolke17]

had no pulse, wasn't breathing, lost a lot of blood and wasn't properly treated after mahito blew up HALF of her face. wasn’t healed until arata brought her to a professional, yet survived. fine, whatever ig

the attack destroyed her eye completely & should have been enough to damage her brain, yet no signs of brain damage whatsoever.

not even signs of confusion or issues with movements even though she was in a coma for months and woke up not even 30 min ago

on the contrary, she’s able to pull a full attack on an undestroyable object and implements a BV on top of that

"coincidentally" performs her attack exactly in that moment, when sukuna is about to cast his domain lol

lost 50% of her eyesight (eyes are crucial to recognizing CE flow and performing cursed techniques), yet no repercussions

loss of any body part should affect her jujutsu, because it weakens the body of the sorcerer. especially in the case of someone who's still in a weakened state bc they woke up from a fucking coma half an hour ago. again, no effect on her CE output lmao

was absent for more than half of the story, hasnt had any character development since

did I mention, that she shouldn’t have survived that giant hole in her face?

lmfaooo, ok gege.

[cornerdreams-txt]

hiiii so i was talking with a friend about the consequences of q!fit being in. a fucking pit. with dead bodies. for weeks. and we've agreed that, you know, being a 2b2t veteran and a major historian, fit has gone through a lot, that honestly? the worst part just might be the isolation aspect.

on 2b2t, even if it was a fight, or even if he had to duck into cover and hide, there was people. there was other people. fit would see others, he wasn't ever truly, fully alone. but here? in this pit? the only soul is himself. everyone else is beyond his reach. so when he finally, finally gets back, gets to go home, he's... at a loss. everything he'd grown used to is no longer normal to him. it's as foreign and strange as it once was when he first arrived on the island. sleeping on a bed. seeing people. being touched.

pac is unbearably kind to him, when the pieces finally fall into place, and fit's sudden, severe aversion to touch turns out to be touch starvation, and isolation trauma, no matter how hard fit tries to pretend its fine.

after some serious consideration, pac decides a good way to help fit readjust will be not to tell him that he's safe, but to show him.

also this got really long so there's more under the cut! i'm just putting the cut there to shorten the visible length of this post for the sake of scrollers lol

at first, he listens. watches. fit never turns his back on him, no matter what. he's always within fit's line of sight. so, he takes initiative. he turns his back to fit, on purpose. including when they sleep in the same bed - pac will stretch wide and long, then curl up on his side, back to fit, and let himself doze off there, all too aware of fit's eyes burning into the backs of his shoulder.

...fit always keeps at least one hand empty, or filled with a weapon when he's around other people. so, pac happily busies his hands with trinkets and useless items - blocks and books and signs and food and tools and never potions fit wouldn't be able to immediately identify - until fit stops watching pac's hands so warily.

fit doesn't touch him. so pac touches him, slowly, cautiously. absently reaches out to dust off his clothes for him, grabs his hand to give it a little squeeze, blows him a playful kiss if he's feeling extra sappy or teasing, shows him with gentle hands that it's okay. pac isn't going to hurt him.

and he keeps doing it, over and over, making himself vulnerable, allowing himself to appear defenseless and weak in fit's eyes, even when it makes his own anxiety tick and claw at him, because he knows fit won't hurt him. fit might be scared and withdrawn and back, in some ways, to how he used to be, but it's still his fit. he's still safe with him around.

and fit, well. if it weren't for it being pac, he'd call it stupiditiy. he'd call it suicidality to be so open, so vulnerable around someone else like that. especially someone who you know is dangerous and volatile and bloodthirsty and not afraid to hurt others. but it is pac. it's his boyfriend. it's ramon's other dad. so he checks himself, reevaluates, questions over and over why pac would be doing this.

it isn't until pac pulls fit to hover over him while he enthusiastically explains a new creative idea he's been mulling over in his brain, hands gesturing happily within the confines of fit's arms and their chests, rambling and infodumping, occasionally stumbling and struggling to find the words in english while he explains, that fit's brain clicks together that all that vulnerability. all that intentional self-disarming. it's been intentional. it's all. been intentional.

the reason pac has been putting himself in danger (making himself vulnerable) around fit is because he trusts fit. these intentional acts that fit would call suicidality in anybody else aren't pac being stupid or careless, it's a willful, intentional reminder, over and over and over, "i trust you," in every breath he breathes while doing things he knows fit's survival habits and instincts would never let him even try to do, showing him that it's safe, here, because if it wasn't, he wouldn't be doing all this.

if it wasn't pac doing all that shit, fit would call it stupiditiy.

but it is pac. so instead, he's pretty sure it's just… pac.

it's just his boyfriend.

so, he's okay.