#it's blue ox games

[thefaultinourchickennuggets]

my local game store has these pride stickers and pronoun pins and im obsessed

he's just a little guy!!!

[tenaciousdecapitator]

Okay, I'll admit, WOTC's got me hooked with this one.

I'm a sucker for a well-crafted folklore reference, and I was eagerly waiting to see what they'd use for the "Blue Ox" creature type from the teaser post. They did not disappoint.

[markrosewater]

Maro’s Teaser for Outlaws of Thunder Junction

Before previews for Outlaws of Thunder Junction officially begin, I thought it would be fun to do another of my Duelist-style teasers where I give tiny hints of things to come. Note that I’m only giving you partial information. 

First up, here are some things you can expect: 

• A new batch of five related creature types

• A card capable of returning three different card types from the graveyard to the battlefield

• A mechanic players have been asking us to do for many years gets made as the setting was the perfect place to finally do it

• Dual lands with a land subtype that has never been on dual lands before

• A new modal mechanic that introduces something different to think about

• A card that can swap/exchange control of up to three different card types

• A new creature token that has an ability no creature token has ever had before

• A typal card for Skeletons and Zombies

• Creature tokens in the set: (some might have abilities) 1/1 white Sheep, 1/1 blue Bird, 1/1 black Vampire Rogue, 1/1 red Mercenary, 2/1 green Varmint, 2/2 white Ox, 2/2 white Spirit, 2/2 blue and black Zombie, 3/1 red Dinosaur, 3/3 white Angel, 3/3 green Elk, 4/4 red Scorpion Dragon, X/X green Elemental, */* Blue Ox

• Some of the planes with legendary Villains in this set: Dominaria, Eldraine, Fiora, Innistrad, Ixalan, Kaladesh, Kaldheim, Kamigawa, New Capenna, and Ravnica

Next, here are some rules text that will be showing up on cards: 

• “Then repeat this process X more times.”

• “if it wasn’t cast or no mana was spent to cast it.”

• “Plotting cards from your hand costs {2} less.”

• “You can’t cast this spell during your first, second, or third turns of the game.”

• “That card gains flashback {0}”

• “Target creature becomes a white Rabbit with a base power and toughness 0/1.”

• “When you win that flip, copy that spell.”

• “If a triggered ability of a legendary creature you control triggers, that ability triggers an additional time.”

• “you get that many additional upkeep steps after this phase.”

• “Oxen you control have double strike.”

Here are some creature type lines from the set:

• Creature – Armadillo

• Creature – Shark Rogue

• Creature – Plant Bard

• Creature – Coyote

• Creature – Homarid Mercenary

• Creature – Rhino Brawler

• Creature – Ox Angel

• Creature – Porcupine Mount

• Legendary Creature – Kor Advisor

• Legendary Creature – Giant Scout

Finally, here are some names in the set:

• Claim Jumper

• Form a Posse

• Gold Rush

• Great Train Heist

• High Noon

• Quick Draw

• Reach for the Sky

• Resilient Roadrunner

• Shoot the Sheriff

• This Town Ain’t Big Enough

Tune-in to our official YouTube and Twitch channels on 3/26 to see Oko and the gang in action with new card reveals. In preparation, catch-up on Outlaws of Thunder Junction’s story (https://magic.wizards.com/en/story) to bring yourself into the world.

[mumms-the-word]

guys

GUYS

you��ll never believe what nonsense I came across while I was brainrot doomscrolling through all the books and notes on the BG3 wiki trying to find stuff I might have missed in act 2

druid self-insert romantic fanfiction about the first battle against Moonrise and Ketheric

fanfic that Halsin read and criticized!!

Okay if you played early access you shouldn’t be surprised because these books existed in EA. I’ve tried to find them in my game post patch 6 but all I can find is volume 3, which is disappointing because I was hoping to find volume 4

But as a treat, if you’re like me and completely didn’t know about this, buckle up and please enjoy the self-insert adventures of a certain “Roa” who totally isn’t Roan Featherway, a druid of Silvanus and colleague(??) of Halsin himself

———

Book Draft - Volume I

The name on the inside of this faded journal suggests it belonged to a 'Roan Featherway', a druid of Silvanus.

[Neatly written chapters fill this journal. A list of what appears to be book publishers in Baldur's Gate are on the first page. The cover has a multitude of titles, all crossed out: 'The Unforeseen Alliance, volume 1', 'Druids and Harpers, a fight for good!', 'The Shadowed Evil: who dares to stand against it?'] Our hero, the [brave? mighty?] druid Roa arrives in the grove. When he received the summons from the Emerald Enclave, he knew something was afoot. Filled with druids and rangers alike, members of the Enclave are scattered across the realm. They fight to preserve the natural order, keep the elemental forces of the world in check, and do battle with those who would upset this delicate balance. They are fierce warriors, though none as fierce as Roa. Built like [an ox? A bear?], he stands head and shoulders above the crowd. The grove is buzzing with activity. Roa spots a beautiful woman with ebony hair flowing past her shoulders, her eyes as blue as a [summer's day? bluebird?]. His smile turns to a frown as he notices the crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. By Silvanus, what was a Harper doing here?

———

Book Draft - Volume II

Formed from several journals, paper scraps and, in one case, the back of an envelope, this book has been carefully glued together to form the second in a series of romance novels.

[This seems to be the second volume in a series written by an amateur novelist. The title on the cover, 'Love in Shadowed Lands', is crossed out.] The ebony-haired woman notices Roa's gaze and crosses the grove, [winking? smiling?] as she stands by the druid's side. 'I don't usually wear it out in the open,' she says, tapping the brooch on her cloak, a crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. 'Except for special occasions.' 'What's a Harper doing in a grove of Silvanus?' Roa asks. 'Not just one.' She gestures to a group by the sacred pool. 'We're generally more cloak and dagger,' she continues, 'thwarting tyrants and [guarding? protecting?] the realm is best done in secret. But you lot have a fight on your hands. We're here to help.' 'Since when do the Emerald Enclave need a bunch of Harpers?' Roa says. 'You haven't heard?' She laughs, her laugh tinkling like a bell. 'Strap in, sweetie. We're about to take on Dark Justiciars, their demented leader Ketheric Thorm and, if we're very lucky, Shar herself.'

———

Book Draft - Volume III

The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine.

['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.] 'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?' Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and druids alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.' 'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark Justiciars on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?' Roa forces himself to his feet, Silvanus' fury coursing through him. 'I'm your downfall. Today you die, Ketheric!'

———

And for the pièce de résistance 😮‍💨🤌

Book Draft - Volume IV

The fourth volume and final novel, this book has had almost every single page ripped out, except for the last twenty or so pages.

['Shadow's Kiss' is written in bold on the front. Pages of crossed out lines have notes in the margin reading 'finale!', 'more exciting!'. The final entry reads:] 'Get out of here.' Roa whispers, clutching his side. Blood pours from his fingers, a final gift from Ketheric's blade. 'I'm not leaving you,' Selene sobs, blue eyes filling with tears. Roa cups her face. 'I won't make it out in time. But you can.' Selene presses her forehead against his. Her ebony hair falls forward, forming a curtain that envelops them both. Roa closes his eyes, a smile lifting his lips as her scent, wild roses, washes over him. 'That grappling hook. You still have it?' He asks. 'Of course. Why do you -' With the last of his strength, Roa pushes her from the balcony. He watches her fall, watches her pull the hook from her pack and expertly throw it, swinging gracefully to the ground. A mighty crack splits the floor beneath him as the tower crumbles. He smiles contentedly. Selene was safe. That's all that mattered. Epilogue: 'Selfish bastard.' Selene says, kicking the base of the grave. Balsin places a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'He was the greatest of us all,' Balsin says, a towering behemoth of a druid, although not as tall as Roa. 'We will forever honour him, for he single-handedly broke Shar's hold on the land, and helped -' [A different hand appears beneath the final entry.] Roan, you had one job. This is not a historical record of what occurred, it is poorly written romance with no basis in fact. And if I ever see the name 'Balsin' again, I will personally feed you to Ormn.

Halsin you’re such a critic

we were robbed

[maddascanbe-blog]

Yes, this is for sure just random kwami swaps and not me trying to convince RozonRozark of The Cheshire au to give Alya the bull. (It can be attached to her mask and she can just not wear it until she transforms, just wear it horrendously wrong or something. Please I am begging I think that would be so freaking cool-)

So here is Bella Blue (Alya), Battle Ox (Alix), and Bixi (Marinette)

Bella's hat is meant to be one of those wide brim flat hats. Similar to the one I drew for my own Bull miracusona. I based the suit on the type of cowboy/cowgirl outfits I'd see dancer's wear.

Meanwhile Battle Ox I based on repeated themes I saw in brawlers or fighter classes in video games. Her collar ended up being shaped like a cow skull which started unintentional but I leaned into it.

Bixi is directly based in Marinette's one time use of the turtle in Cheshire as well as the Miracle Heroes dolls version of turtle marinette. Literally the only one of the dolls that I do like (discounting basic ladybug). I gave her cute pink accents because it was a nice complimentary accent.

[gingiesworld]

The Scarlet Storm : Hydra Reborn

Chapter One

Taglist : @mothertoall2 @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad @reginassweetheart @machyishere @gemz5 @pawiie @duckiekong (If you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

After Thanos was finally defeated. The world lost some heroes. Tony sacrificed himself, leaving behind his 5 year old daughter Morgan and wife Pepper.

Clint was the one who sacrificed himself. He finally beat Natasha at her own game. Leaving behind his wife and children.

The there was Vision. The one who gave his life, scarificing himself to stop Thanos from retrieving the stone. Only to have Wanda watch him die once more.

The world was working hard on mending itself. Bucky and Sam had disappeared to work on some case. Leaving Natasha, Wanda, Steve and Scott at the Avengers compound. Yelena was travelling, in hopes in helping people adjust again.

"Hey, are you ok?" Wanda asked Nat as she walked inside the meeting room. Seeing Nat looking for someone. Seeing a name on the screen. Y/N Romanoff. "I didn't know you had a daughter." Wanda stated only seeing the last picture that was ever took of Y/N. Back in Ohio

"Y/N is my sister." Nat said quietly. "Well she was. We were split up before Yelena and I were took into the Red Room. Y/N was taken somewhere else."

"So you want to try and find her?" Wanda asked her.

"I do." Nat said as she turned to face the witch. "But she hasn't surfaced since she disappeared. I hoped that with everyone being back, she may be one of them. She has this thing with her eye. Most of the kids used to call her a freak or a demon. She has this red line going through her left iris." 

"You don't think she could be, you know?" Wanda asked her sadly.

"That's what we were told when we were first taken in, but then Dreykov told me years ago that she was alive." Nat informed her. "He only said one name after that before he tried to escape. The Lightening Soldier."

"I remember that name." Wanda said as she used the computer. Typing in the name. A picture came up of a tall masked figure. The only name noted was the Alias they are known by. "Pietro used to tell me how they used to train him with his super speed and combat skills."

"They were experimented with an enhanced version of the super soldier serum. Also giving them super speed." Nat read from the file. "They have only been spotted a small amount of times."

"They get moved very often. Hydra didn't like to keep their most prized weapon stationary in the same place for too long." Wanda informed her. "Last known location, Russia. Five years ago." Wanda pointed at the screen.

"Do you think they could still be there?" Nat asked her. Wanda shrugged unsurely. "I just need to know for definite if my Y/N is still alive or not."

"We will." Wanda told her, the two coming up with a plan.

----------------------------------------------------

Y/N had been awoken from their cryofreeze slumber. Frozen in time for five years. Johan Schmitt's grandson, Alec Schmitt took over his plans with Hydra. Finding the unknown Hydra base in Russia. Coming across a chamber, the power was still surging through the base. Keeping the Cryochamber working. Keeping The Lightening Soldier in a frozen slumber.

He had read up on The Lightening Soldier. Knowing that she is the older sister of the Natasha Romanoff. Also that she doesn't remember a single thing about her life before Hydra. She doesn't remember her sisters.

He started the defrosting sequence. Hoping that The Lightening Soldier was still Hydra's property. Once the sequence was complete, the chamber hissed as the hydraulics to the door had finally been opened. After years of being locked.

Alec watched proudly as The Soldier opened her piercing blue eyes. Noticing their was a red line through her left iris.

"We have work to do." He told her with a smirk. "Hydra will be born again."

----------------------------------------------------

"So, let me get this straight." Steve started as the remaining Avengers stood in the briefing room. "You want to fly to Russia in hopes of finding your sister. Who may or may not be this Lightening Soldier."

"Yes. That is exactly what I want." Nat told him as she crossed her arms.

"And who is going with you to look for her?" Steve asked her.

"Me." Wanda said as she stood beside Nat. "I will go with her."

"Me too." Maria told him.

"Look, I understand that this is important to you." Steve started as Nat shook her head.

"Not just to me Steve. Yelena, Melina and Alexei." Nat told him. "We were all told that she died. Was killed during experimentation and now we have a real lead on her."

"So you think that this Lightening Soldier is Y/N?" He asked her.

"I do." Nat told him. "And I think she is in Russia but we will only find out if we go there ourselves."

"Ok. We'll leave at dawn." Steve told them all before walking out. The three girls glanced at each other.

"Did he just?" Nat asked as both Maria and Wanda nodded. "I can't believe it." Nat whispered. Looking at the two pictures. Her eyes staying on Y/N. The Y/N she remembers from when they were children.

"Are you going to tell Yelena?" Maria asked her as the three stood there.

"No." Nat told her. Turning around to face them both. "I think it's best to tell her after we find Y/N and bring her home."

The Avengers were coming up with a plan to find Y/N, while Alec was coming up with a new order. Bribing some SHIELD agents who were stationed in Russia. Using Y/N as a scare tactic to get them to fall in line.

Hydra was being reborn.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Since there's 18 mini wuggies in-game, I figured out PlayCo. would have a hard time controlling them if they didn't have their own nicknames, so I made a list! These will be the names used for Poppy Worldwide/Save Everyone AU, but feel free to use them for your own headcanons as well - just give me credit!

By color:

Green (tools):

Driver

Ham-Ham

Bolt

Needle

Blue (operational systems):

Micro

Windows

Nunu

Pear

Yellow (electricity/electronic devices)

Spark

Zap

Talkie

Flip

Nes

Red (minerals):

Copper

Ruby

Rust

Ox

Mimi

[theriverspath]

Ineffable May, Day 22: 1941

Rated Teen for spicy tension and one mild language.

Crowley lounged on the little sofa of the dressing room, trying not to listen to the rustle of fabric coming from the other side of the changing screen. When a pair of tan trousers were neatly draped over the top, and the black ones tugged down to disappear behind it, he tried (and failed) to not imagine a half-naked angel sliding socked feet into each leg one at a time.

“You know, you really should go take your seat in the auditorium. It’ll raise suspicion if you aren’t there for the first half of the show. We wouldn’t want anyone else in the audience to realize you’re my, what we call in the business, ‘confederate.’” Crowley heard the quotes around the last word, and cringed at his own reaction. What was it about this fussy, enthusiastic side of Aziraphale that caused a swarm of butterflies to take flight in his chest? It had been that way for so long that he’d lost track of when it had begun. In Rome maybe, with the oysters? His mind slid past that, back to that old basement and the ox rib. The butterflies kicked up, threatening to swirl lower down his corporation. Nope. Best not to dwell on that for too long…

“Sure, if that’s what you want, angel. But, maybe I should stick around until you’ve finished changing into your costume? To, er,” Crowley scrambled for a reason to justify his unwillingness to simply saunter out of here, to give up this chance to be in this room alone with Aziraphale, “To have another set of eyes to look over things? Could be useful.” There was a pause in Aziraphale’s movement, and Crowley held his breath. He only let it out when the angel replied.

“Yes, alright.” The words were quieter, a little slower. He didn’t have time to figure out what that meant because the angel stepped out from behind the screen. Crowley stood, suddenly unable to stay still.

“Well, what do you think?” Aziraphale took up the little bit of floor space the cluttered room offered. There was a hopeful, unsure look on his face. He spread his arms a tad, and the sparkling starbursts on his sky-blue cape twinkled in the lights from the vanity. The butterflies in Crowley’s chest settled, replaced by a warm glow.

“Marvelous,” he said, and meant it. Aziraphale smiled, relief flooding in with his happy nervousness.

“Crowley, I can’t thank you enough for this.” Aziraphale took a step forward, and Crowley tried his best to not give in to the temptation to close the rest of the distance between them. “If it weren’t for you…” They both jumped at the loud rapping on the room’s door.

“The show’s starting, Mr. Fell.” A bored voice sounded from the hallway. “You’re on in fifteen.” The speaker didn’t wait for a reply, and they both heard footsteps trail away.

“Well, um. I guess I should…” Crowley gestured past Aziraphale to the door. “Like you said, don’t want to give the game away.”

“Yes, I suppose you should.” Aziraphale nodded, but didn’t move to let Crowley pass. Instead, his eyes remained on the demon’s face. Crowley saw a question in them, and felt his own breath catch. “Before you go, perhaps you could help with my stage makeup? I never can,” Aziraphale cleared his throat and swallowed before continuing. “I never can seem to get the mustache even on both sides.” So quickly it surprised Crowley, he leaned over to the vanity’s desk and snatched up a kohl pencil. Was he imagining it, or did Aziraphale’s hand shake when he offered it to Crowley?

“Er, mmm, uh, yeah, okay, I’ll, uh, I’ll see what I can do.” Crowley mentally kicked himself as he stumbled his way through agreeing to the angel’s request. He took the makeup stick, and his pinkie made contact with Aziraphale’s hand. Sparks flew up his arm, just as they did when he’d handed over the book satchel after the bomb, just as they did when the beaming angel had grabbed his hand in the magic shop. Aziraphale took another step forward so that he was close enough for Crowley to reach. He tilted his face up and closed his eyes, apparently waiting for the demon to start.

Crowley thought his corporation might just spontaneously combust at the sight. He deposited his glasses onto the vanity and took a steadying breath, realizing only too late that Aziraphale could probably feel his exhale. He lifted the pencil and placed it just above the angel’s lip. Slowly, he drew a curved line ending in a little curl. Aziraphale didn’t react, staying perfectly still under the movement. When Crowley tried to start the second side, his hand was too unsteady.

Without really thinking about it, he slid his free hand around the back of Aziraphale’s head to brace himself. He froze at the small gasp of surprise the touch elicited. Pale pink lips parted, and stayed that way. He waited, but Aziraphale didn’t show any signs of wanting him to remove the hand. Unable to look away from the delicate beauty of Aziraphale’s cupid’s bow, Crowley completed his task without knowing if he had achieved the even appearance asked of him.

When he lifted the pencil from Aziraphale’s cheek, he glanced up to find gray-blue eyes looking into his. The question was still in them, and Crowley wanted more than anything to answer it. He felt Aziraphale sway forward, and his fingers gathered the soft curls they had buried themselves into.

“Angel, I…” Crowley’s voice came out as a hoarse plea. He had to know if this was alright, if this was what Aziraphale wanted, too. Did he really see the smallest of nods?

The clomp of heeled shoes and the peal of women’s laughter penetrated the wood of the room’s door. The first number was over, and the dancers were returning to their own rooms to change. Out of instinct, Crowley’s eyes flicked towards the unexpected sound. He felt Aziraphale stiffen in his touch. He looked back down to find the angel blinking, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“Thank-” Aziraphale was breathing heavy, like he did when nervous. “Thank you. That was most helpful.” Crowley’s heart sunk. It had been too much, afterall. He released Aziraphale and stepped back. He retrieved his glasses and returned them to his face.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll see you on stage.” With that, Crowley slithered his way around the angel and slipped out the door. He nearly ran into a human holding a clipboard. The man raised his eyebrows in a knowing look. He even had the audacity to wink at Crowley as he knocked on the door.

“Five minutes, Mr. Fell.” Crowley curled his lip, growling at the human for his puckish impertinence. Unintimidated, the man merely snorted a laugh and walked off down the hallway. Crowley straightened his already impeccably arranged tie, settled his features into an approximation of bored nonchalance, and made his way to the audience. He had better get himself together if he was going to be of any use to Aziraphale in this damned foolish bullet catch trick. 

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prompt list

[imthepunchlord]

Zodiac Heroes Poll: Ox

Another idea I kinda want to play around with and plan for is the chaos of Fu only having the Chinese Zodiac and he releases them all to spite and deal with HM, cause how dare he misuse a Miraculous.

Only there are 12 heroes and a struggle to decide who gets what as possibilities are endless. I have tried and just kept going back and forth and constantly changed my mind.

So for fun, let's do them in polls! I'll be doing three a week, and provide links to other polls as they get released.

Choose very carefully, as each Zodiac will have a variety of potential characters to use it. What character wins in this poll is what they get and that option is removed from future polls.

Mouse, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig

Ox Miraculous will have the power Willpower, granting super strength, but it comes down to one's own resolve and determination. The more determined you are, the stronger you'll be.

Stompp is gruff and blunt, always to the point and clear on his stances. He like to urge humans to step up their game, be ready for any challenge, and to not back down. He likes to urge humans to be responsible, honest, and dependable. He holds a firm belief that the strong should defend and support the weak. He can have a bit of a temper and be a little hotheaded.

[stareiiez]

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 --- two.

simon ( ghost ) riley x female reader.

content : dark?? ghost. introing in graves and his shadows. modern settings. mentions of stalking. obsession. drinking. sex. female genitals. unhealthy attachments. violence. blood. smut in later chapters. dark topics. this is just my version of haunting adeline but for ghost. adult cis female reader. MDNI. 3.6k words.

note: Ox is the play on one of the few confirmed operatives in Shadow Company <3. He's just, as yk, named after Oxide. Getting into the juice of jealous!ghost too quickly is the spice for any good stalker fic lets be honest.

The alcohol and secondhand smoke of cheap cigarettes waft through the buzzing of the club's techno music. It's down and dirty, you can feel the bass in your heart and between your thighs if you ground your hips just low enough to the fast tempo that rewound for the umpteenth time that night. The pre-game at that dive bar had given you enough liquid courage to follow your two friends out the swinging doors and down the street to the neon purple and pink nightclub. Lemon drops and free drinks were thrumming through your entire system, and the set of rough hands that squeezed around your gyrating hips didn't feel half bad either. 

You didn't catch his name, but 'Blue Eyes' was what you were referring to the man who was nearly half-folded against your back. His breath fanned over your cheekbone, and if you ground back just right against his swirling hips. You'd hear the slight hitch in his breath and low demanding grunt of more frivolous friction against his semi he was pleasantly sporting for no other woman than you. It's been too long since you got someone hot and horny for you. Not saying that you weren't ugly, or what's considered troll-like in the world. You just never had the time nor energy to go out there and support a man's one-tracked mind long enough to bring him back home and in your sheets for ten or twenty minutes of pleasure. If you were lucky enough, maybe he'd know how to find your clit and g-spot all without insistent guidance from you. 

The demanding need for another refreshing shot of whiskey or lemon-ey cocktails had you pulling away from your dance partner's strong chance. His fingers caught on the hem of your dress to keep you in his grasp while he followed you without a complaint or him yanking you back into his built arms to start another round of dry humping on the dancefloor. His fingers skated from the side of your thigh to your side then finally tangling thick fingers around your wrist. It caused your head to swivel to look up at your Blue Eyes. 

"Your friends and round of drinks are already at my table, why not join them instead of waiting for the bartender to notice you?" His voice pressed into your ear. Sharp astringent liquor and subtle desire for you, tickled your senses through his words. 

Jesus, you nearly forgot you didn't come here alone. The hypnotic grinding and captivating presence of the man, now holding your wrist captive in his palm, had taken up your frontal cortex. You didn't even register how long it had been since you had been pulled off the bar top by Blue Eyes for your first dance. You must have looked like a crummy friend, abandoning your friends for a pretty face and dark hair just to fuel your liquor-tainted mind.

Not that your friends had minded much when you discovered them equally if not more drunk than you were. 

You allowed yourself to be led by the wrist through the sea of grinding, perfume-tainted bodies to Blue Eyes's table that he was talking about. Three other men were lounged about, legs outspread with their hips raised to show the signs of whiskey dick through overly tight jeans. Your two friends were sandwiched between two of them men. Flushed faces and loud giggles expelling from their mouths as the two men sitting on either side of the girls, had been entertaining them with hushed whispers. The other man, some equally dark-haired male was refilling his glass with liquor; not bothered in the slightest that he didn't have a pretty thing to flirt with. 

"_____" Izzy slurred slightly when you and Blue Eyes joined the rest of the group. Her weight started to jump and push at Veronica's side. Sweaty palms shoving at her shoulder to signal the girl and the other men to scoot over and make room on the rich leather booth. "You nearly missed out on the invite for the boys' after-party tonight."

Your brows barely raised in reply. "Graves, you don't mind, do you?" One of the men spoke up, his eyes watching the hand of your 'Graves' that had wrapped around your waist to guide you closer to him when he sat down. The sweaty heat of his body, had you pressing more into his addictingly strong frame. The liquor had you clingy. Your fingers mindlessly paw at the hem of his shirt while you gazed up at handsome features. 

"I mean, unless this little thing didn't have any other plans tonight." His voice purred down at you. His lips turned up into an alluring smirk that made you want to kiss him drunk and stupid if you so wanted to. You wanted to, right now. 

Your tongue pressed out from liquor-soaked brims to wet your bottom lip in taunting appeal. His pretty eyes darkened ever so slightly as if he could read your mind and all the thoughts that were running through your mind right now. How you had anything but the silly little 'afterparty' and learning the men's names that were flirting with your friends for quite some time. Your afterparty consisted of fewer clothes, maybe more liquor, and staying up till the sun was high in the sky and you were kicking him out with a killer migraine and a pleasant thumping between your legs. 

You hummed under your breath, the tension between you two broke as soon as you turned your head to address Izzy. Your cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol. 

"Probably not, early morning you know." You flashed a half-assed apologetic grin. Your left side of your body vibrated with a husky chuckle that came from Graves. His large palm squeezed your hip till his fingers slid to the sensitive crease of where your thigh met your hips. A sharp jolt ran through your system, and your legs tingled with a rush of electricity. Every single cell of you was not overly receptive to the wants and needs of your intoxicated mind. Who could blame you, after all, you're only human. 

  A predator-like grin slid on Graves's lips when he heard your phony excuse for ditching the rest of his boys and your friends for some high-quality alone time at your place. He couldn't blame you, after all, nobody complained when it came to fucking him. He was worth the time of losing sleep and dealing with police for several noise complaints that were made. Ask all the one-night stands and barrack bunnies, they'd rate him five stars on Yelp. He shifted under the warm feeling of your fingers playing with the sliver of skin you allowed yourself to touch while you dealt with the drunken groans and whines of your redheaded friend. Her eyes rolled with dramatics, while the blonde girl beside her huffed and pouted silently. If you dared to smooth your hands up further and to the side, you'd find a glorious little happy trail just waiting to lead you to what you were thinking about the most when you first started dancing with him. 

"But I shouldn't leave you two alone, it wouldn't be right." Your voice quipped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment from being so openly handsy with Graves in front of his and your friends. Hands wringing themselves in your lap, your eyes darted to the faces of the three other men. It was the right thing to do. After all, nobody even introduced themselves to you besides Graves. And that doesn't even count, since it was a slip of the tongue from one of the men. 

"Don't worry about them, darlin'. They don't bite." Graves huffed out, another chuckle leaving his lungs. His head ducked down slightly to send shivers through your spine when he spoke to you. 

"Unless one of these pretty girls asks for it, ain't that right, boss?" The man who was pouring himself another drink when you first arrived to greet the group snarked; sending a few high-pitched giggles from your friends. Their cheeks flushing to match your blush. His teeth, pearly and white flashed in a wicked grin. Brown eyes gleamed with a subtle darkness that made you even more uneasy and unwilling to leave your friends alone with three strangers.

"Knock it off, Ox. Don't scare her. " Graves bit out, his blue eyes flashing in irritation. The grip he had on the crease of your thigh squeezed tighter; surely it would leave marks if he grasped at your plush skin even harder than he already was. "He doesn't mean it darlin', my boys are well-behaved and trained to be gentlemen."

One of the men, lean and blonde with a still giggling Veronica wrapped in his arms, swatted at the man who spoke so brashly. The hit was hard enough to erase the dark look in those brown eyes you were starting to dislike very much. 

"Ox and Graves, your mommas must have hated you to name you that." Izzy giggled again, curling into Veronica's side so she could reach over and finish off the rest of her fruity cocktail. Her tongue hung out of her mouth almost childishly while trying to grasp the sweaty glass in her palm. 

"You could say that, but that's not the case." The blonde-haired man beside her leaned over, pushing a different glass to her. It was filled to the brim with the same fruity drink both girls had been sucking down since they joined the boys for the night. Izzy took it in grateful hands, fruity straw placed between pink lips. "If you want, you can go, unlike these dogs of men that I'm unfortunately acquainted with. I'll make sure they're safe for the rest of the night. I'm the designated driver anyway." His lighter blue eyes swapped over to you, flashing a light charming smile in hopes you'd give up your guard and ignore the red flags of leaving your only two friends in the throes of three men for the night.  

"You sure?" Your eyes rounded in belief. Thanks to the alcohol, it was too easy to trust an all-American looking man such as the man who was smiling and nodding at you. His pointer finger even crossed over his heart, like he was swearing himself to you. 

You let out a sigh in defeat, head shaking back and forth. Red flags were blaring their sirens loud enough to almost drown out the thumping of the bass music and the goodbyes of both the men and your friends from their table. You forced the girls to make some sort of promise to at least text or share their locations for the rest of the night. Then, you let yourself be walked out of the club and to your parked car by Graves. His excuse was only "It was the right thing to do, never know if I'll see you again." The walk back to your car was quiet, it allowed your ears some reprieve from the loud techno beats and constant shrill scream of the DJ's voice in the microphone. 

Your head tilted up, semi- clear vision lets the stars and moon in the night sky seem even brighter than normal. Although dead stars and a rock in the sky weren't going to captivate your eyes for much time. Under the spaced-out lights of the sidewalk streetlamps, you could finally see the chiseled side profile of the man you had been grinding and dancing with. 

He was far more handsome than what the blue light and flashing neon lights of the club had shown you in quick bursts of color. He was a shadow that encompassed your body with the scent of his cologne and his constant running hands that moved here and there on your body. He didn't even feel solid in your grasp unless he was sitting down and holding you tight to his side with those commanding hands of his. Now under the fluorescent orange lamp lights, he looked like just a man. A man capable of finally being kissed and touched like any man would want to be touched if they were granted the chance. 

"This is me." You said when you both approached your cute cherry red car. The neon lettering of 'Vaqueros' glared cooly onto the sleek body of your ride. Not entirely brand new, but up to date with all the bells and whistles that any fancy shmancy car these days came with. 

You turned on your heel, lower back lightly pressing on your driver's side door just so you could gaze up at Graves who was standing close in your line of sight. Your breath got caught in your throat when his right hand raised from his side. His fingers tucked pieces of your hair behind your ear, while those alluring blue eyes of his flicked down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. "Think I can keep this gentlemanly streak going and kiss you goodnight." His voice uttered deeply. Another flicker of his eyes running up and down your face, had your cheeks flushing with a different kind of heat once again. His hand pressed to the side of your head.

"Only if you ask nicely, and don't bite like your boys say they do." Your head tilted into his cool palm, a welcome difference from the sweet heat your face carried too many times for just him alone. 

His chest rumbled with a drawn-out chuckle. He shifted forward, booted feet taking the few steps forward until he had you now pinned to the uncomfortable curvature of your car door. His breath was still tainted with liquor and something woody had washed over your face. His free hand slid back into its rightful place back onto your hip; his fingers clamping down on soft curves with heavy greed. "Darlin' I usually don't ask or beg women for a kiss, but for you." A breath, his face drawing closer till his lips were only millimeters away from the swell of your own. "I'd get on my knees if you wanted me to." Sure, he was kidding, but for a pretty thing wrapped in his arms at this moment? He had to lead with his dick and not his pride and ego. 

That was more than a green light for you to eliminate whatever little space you had between you too. Your lips pressed onto his own. He tasted of beer and something sharply metal that made your nose wrinkle and lips part in a quick gasp. The reaction was enough to let Graves advance and shove a thick tongue into your mouth, only furthering the strong taste your tastebuds didn't seem to agree with that much. You could ignore that for the fact that your entire body seemed to alight with brilliant electricity when Graves groaned so filthy into your open mouth. The sweeter taste of what you had been drinking, could be compared to straight-up liquid honey. Your tongue twirling around his own between deep kisses, was like giving pure sugar to a diabetic. Euphoric. The man only wanted more. He wanted to know if your cunt tasted just as sweet as your kisses were. 

Both of your hands swiftly felt each other up, wrinkling and tugging at clothing while you both whimpered and groaned into each kiss. Two grown adults kissing like they were back in high school and pent-up virgins who never kissed the opposite sex once in their entire lives. It must look completely inappropriate to the naked eye, but you nor Graves cared. He had just managed to work a thick jean-clad high between your own. The rough fabric pushed your dress hem up, just to let the denim press right against your warm pussy when a loud noise startled you both into pulling apart from the make out session. 

Your head whipped to the side at such a fast turn, that you swore you felt something pop in your vertebrae.

Loud would have been an underestimate of how hard your heart flip-flopped and tried flying out of your mouth from the sound of trashcans and metal banging together from the narrow alleyway that was made up of one part of the Vaqueros building. A broken streetlight, with sparks of orange and red, did nothing to illuminate whatever was the cause for such a commotion in the early hours of the morning.

If you focus hard enough, maybe even squint. You'd see a pair of eyes watching you from the murky blackness of the alleyway shadows. Just watching you like you were a crippled prey animal, and those eyes were your executioner here to take you out. "Maybe that's your cue to get goin'. " Graves whispered into your temple. His breath is still shaky from how hard you both were kissing each other. His words were muddy in your ringing ears, and hyper focused staring at the nothingness in the alley. His spit-slicked lips brushed against the soft curve of your ear. Rough fingers squeezed your hips for the umpteenth time that night. Your lower back responded by arching forward. Your cunt trailing up the length of his thick thigh with such a fluid motion. 

The small touch between your thighs was enough to have you take in a breath and redirect your attention back onto Graves. 

 Heart pounding harder from the jumpscare than the rough touches that you were receiving. Some part of you wanted to offer him to just come over later and put behind the prickles of fear you felt at this moment. The other parts of you had agreed with the male. Your hand blindly pulled on the door handle of your car; ignoring the way that it was unlocked, you smiled sheepishly up to Graves. "Maybe, I'll see you around?"

"Maybe you will, darlin'. Don't miss me too much now." He chuckles huskily. His feet stepped back a few steps, just to allow your door to open and let you slide into the driver's seat. Once situated, he's gracious enough to close your door for you with another dazzling grin of his directed at you. You don't have the heart to tear your eyes off his handsome face, the kiss had you in some sort of buzzed trance of watching him retreat from your car and walk back the way you both came. 

When he's gone and outta sight, blending into the night's shadows and fluorescent orange lamp lights you notice the flash of red out of the corner of your eye. You turn fully to your passenger seat, and a series of emotions overtake your body. Your eyes widen a few inches, brows knitted to sharp points. Your lips are parted in awe or shock at the perfectly blossomed red peony that was sitting delicately on the leather seat. Starking petals glared up at you in the semi-darkness of your car. If you were crazy enough, you would have thought the flower was making fun of you for how it managed to show up in your car in the first place. 

Perhaps you shouldn't be staring at the single flower, but scanning over every single inch of your car to see if something or someone else was hiding in the small interior. Maybe you should be freaking out at the fact someone had managed to unlock your car, without breaking the windows or setting off the alarm, and leaving you just one innocent red peony. Any sane person would have started their car and driven like a bat out of hell away from the bar and back to their house and hid in their bed for the rest of the night. For you, however, the shock hadn't set in just yet. You didn't call 911, didn't scream for Graves to come back, and offered for him to stay with you just for your sanity. What you had done that was probably the most idiotic thing you could have done, however, was pluck up the flower from its resting place. 

The dark green stem held with the tips of your pointer and thumb, your other hand opened your car door while your eyes remained on the bright flower. You then flung the peony away from you, as hard as one could throw a very light flower away from oneself. Your car door slammed shut with a loud bang, your eyes still staring at the flower as it sailed through the still air and plopped onto chipped parking lot tar. Every single petal was still in place, very much undisturbed and picture perfect like it was never even touched. 

Chills ran through your body, cold and suddenly hot. You felt itchy, and uncomfortable in your skin. Suddenly aware of every single hair on your head and the erratic beat of your heart. You felt vulnerable and trapped in the confines of your car. You wanted to burn your fingers just for even touching the wretched little flora. How silly. You must look so mad, wiping your sweaty hands on the wrinkles of your dress till you nearly gave yourself friction burn on your palms. Another wave of chills encapsulated your body as you got your car to start and peel out of the parking lot. The tires squash the flower under its tracks without a care in the world. The eyes you had imagined that were watching you from the alleyway only narrowed at the harsh squeal of rubber against the pavement. The sound bounced off the quiet buildings while you too tried to disappear into the night. 

Not that you ever could. Not from him. Not from those eyes in the alleyway that moved forward, when he was sure you were gone, to reveal Simon that had been lurking and watching you and that .     .  thing the entire time.  His poor precious girl.

Perhaps now, he'll give you a good reason to hide in your bed after all. 

[tanuki-kimono]

From our recent event of the fourth of July in the USA, I was also thinking of Japan's summer festivals. Besides yukata, are there kimonos that have festival themes like fireworks, festival decorations/sceneries, specific patterns, specific colors, etc.?

Japanese traditional culture is all about celebrating seasonality so indeed summer matsuri themed patterns are pretty common on summery items :)

(note that I used summer here in the Western sense of July/August. Traditional Japanese summer goes from something like May to July)

Yukata+kimono+obi+uchiwa are a staple, you can also find happi (tube sleeves coats) but those tend to bear mon (crests) and auspicious kanji.

Other festival garments count for example yosakoi (type of dance groups) uniforms, but those are more performance oriented. Otherwise, what would be a matsuri without fundoshi loincloth ;) (see how to tie one here)

On the top of my head, summer festival patterns can include (please note some are not summer only):

hanabi (fireworks)

dashi/yatai (parade float), used during processions. Mikoshi (portable shrine) is theorically possible but I don't remember seeing such a pattern

kingyo (goldfishes), kingyosukui is a popular summer game

fuurin (windchimes), often sold at matsuri

men (masks), most often kitsune or tengu but many more exist

toys, like dendendaiko (rattle drum) for ex.

matoi (firemen poles), brigades often present acrobatic shows in summer

chouchin (paper lantern), also see Obon below

etc.

Japan holds a myriad matsuri all across the country, each with their own traditions. But big celebrations often have related patterns:

Tanabata has stars, bamboo, tanzaku, magpies, ox, etc.

Obon has lanterns, cucumber, eggplant, death themed motifs (like nozarashi or graveplates), nod to Kyoto's Daimonji kanji, etc.

Famous festivals also have their own imagery (yamaboko float for Gion matsuri ex.).

As for colors, scarlet red is often found on matsuri decors, and indigo blue is a classical summer color (yukata were once dyed with it), but tbh any can be used nowadays :)

[rainily-03]

finished playing the zodiac trial a few days ago after having it on my wishlist for years and have not been able to stop thinking about it since. the storytelling in this game is remarkably masterful and i got so attached to the characters,, if you're a fan of zero escape, yttd, dr etc. you should go check it out immediately it's $15 on steam and an absolute hidden gem. (please play it and then come talk to me about it 🙏)

[image ID: three pieces of fanart of the game The Zodiac Trial. The first is a thighs-up portrait of Dragon, arms folded and scowling suspiciously, against a dark blue background and with a beam of light falling across half her face. In the second, Mouse and Ox are talking. Mouse says with a thoughtful expression, "Well, I'm not very strong, and Ox doesn't look like he'd be much use in a fight either." Ox, looking mildly offended, responds, "What is that supposed to mean?" From somewhere offscreen, a grinning Dragon shouts, "She's calling you a twink!" The third reads, "Punk rock Sheep: this or this?" above two drawings of Sheep playing the electric guitar. In the first, she's dressed in her usual purple cardigan and pink pants, smiling serenely with flowers around her head. In the second, she wears a black leather jacket, ripped black jeans, and boots, playing the guitar enthusiastically with lightning bolts around her head. In the corner are two screenshots from the epilogue of the game, Mouse saying, "She joined a punk rock band." and Ox responding "I'm sorry, what?" End ID]

[ankhmutes]

Bored at the Blue Ox (Joel)

I got bit with a bug, so figured I would share it with y'all. Of course, it is pure filth and smut so putting it under the cut away from under age eyes.

You're bored as fuck, and you figure you'd crash your dad's pool night with his best friend, Mr. Joel Miller.... and as every girl is, you came prepared.

Warning: this is for unprotected sex, swearing, drinking, and smoking. Figure I'd get it out of the way.

You walked into The Blue Ox, half-bored and wondering if your dad would mind you crashing his pool game with Joel. Your friends had bailed on you, you didn’t want to go to some dude bro’s frat party so you decided to check out Joel. It had been a hobby of yours, ever since you had finally realized how sexy his best friend Joel was. It had been in your senior year of high school, when you had started noticing little things. It wasn’t until you were ready to graduate from the University in the next town over that you had finally realized….

Joel Miller was SEXY. He was fuckable, and he probably knew exactly what he was doing with that dick. You had fantasized about him every summer, and now your chance had come. You had noticed him eyeing you last week when you had been washing your jeep in the driveway. You knew it was time. 

“Hi, Daddy!” you called out with a grin, your eyes widening in delight at some of the eyes that had landed on your cute outfit. You had opted to go with a skirt, a tank top with a flannel tied around your waist for decency, the moment you had realized you had A Plan. 

“Hey Kiddo!” your dad called out with a grin waving you over. “I was just about to bail on Joel, you can take my place. I gotta go home, gotta leave early tomorrow.” Your dad kissed your temple and waved at Joel.  “Gotta love you an’ your timing.” 

You said your goodbyes to your dad, letting him know you’d be here and you’d go home straight after… “I mean, Joel’s right here and he can take me home if I drink too much or something. I mean, he’s right next door.” 

And with that, your dad waved a thank-you to Joel, heading out of the door and leaving you alone with Joel. 

Perfect. 

You blinked your wide eyes at Joel, and asked what balls you were, and Joel nodded, pointing over at a ball with his pool cue as he worked on his cigarette, and took a sip of his beer.

“You’re stripes.”

“Okay, so it looks like I’ve got some work to do, hmm?” you asked with a smile as you leaned down, eyeing the balls on the table. You made sure to lean just right, so that a strap from your tank top fell slightly down your shoulder, baring the shoulder and making sure your boobs looked like they would fall out of your shirt. You had made a risky decision, not wearing a bra, and it looked like it would pay off. 

Joel looked like he was ready to choke on his own drink, his eyes flicking down to your shirt, and then focusing on anything quickly, then returning to focus on your boobs yet again. It was clear he had noticed you and was interested, but he wasn’t saying anything about it, or making a move. You knew it had to be up to you to make the first move, but you decided to take your time.

You could see the light pink dusting Joel’s cheeks, and the slight shift in his posture. You were on a good start of making him very uncomfortable. You could see him adjusting his belt, picking up his burner phone, drinking his beer, lighting up a cigarette,  anything to keep his hands busy and adjusting his jeans.

A few rounds of pool later, you decided to put on your flannel, tying up your hair with a random elastic. You had been lightly chatting with Joel about nonsense and bumming a cigarette or two from him, but this was time to get down to brass tacks, you were ready and hungry to be fucked, and he was not cooperating. You had to do something about it beyond playing it cute with the playful banter about school, summer, work, anything but the ox in the room. 

“You’re killing me, Joel. Just really fucking me over.”  You said with a pouty sigh as your voice groaned out your words as if he had been literally fucking you, your eyes glinting with delight as Joel blinked. His eyebrows furrowing even more with uncertainty, his pink lips twisted in a slight grimace. You weren’t sure if it was pain or horniness, you could see in his jeans something that could be a nice hard-on, but he kept moving around so much you couldn’t get a good look. 

You decided to abandon your plan and be direct. Being subtle and flirty wasn’t quite doing it, so you decided to do one last shot. You lined yourself up, just right to where Joel was sitting on the bar stool against the wall with his drink, right where you needed to sink that last ball. You leaned forward, making sure your skirt was riding up just so, enough to show him a tantalizing peek of your panties- of what scrap of fabric could be called panties. You played with the cue, taking your time to make your shot. You made sure the cue slid slowly up and down, up and down… you decided to move your hips, parting your legs just enough..

Bingo. 

You heard a small choke from Joel behind you, just as you made your shot. You were finally getting some kind of direct response from him at the sight of your drenched panties, you were sure he noticed how soaked your panties were. Hell, you were doing anything you could not to rub yourself up against the pool cue…You moved up and turned around to face him. 

“Problem?” you asked, a sly smile dancing at the edge of your lips, your eyes half-lidded with a secret knowledge and understanding of what could happen if Joel played his hand. After all, you were doing everything in your power to break him, short of actually jumping on his dick in the bar, in front of everyone. You slid a tongue over your teeth, wetting your lips slightly as you finished up your last beer.

Hell, you wouldn’t mind. The bar was half-empty, everyone had migrated over to where the music was. It was just you and Joel in that dark corner, right near the lone  bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” Joel asked with a half-smirk that almost became a soft chuckle, his eyes dark and his tongue darting out to moisten his pink lips. You smiled and shrugged. His eyes glinted dangerously with amusement and heat as he started feeling his way around the situation. The air was thick and electric between you both.

“What does it look like? I’m bored…. Playing pool with you. Maybe I’ll just go to the bathroom. I mean, I’ve been drinking beer all night long, and look at that….” you walked up to Joel, picking up his beer and taking a sip, tilting the glass just enough that beer ran out and dripped down on your boobs. “Well look at that… I’m soaked right through.” you said with a smirk, putting down the empty glass. “Looks like I’ll need to get cleaned up. Mind helping me, Joel?”

Joel didn’t say a word, his mouth was slightly open in surprise, as you tilted your head to the bathroom door. You opened it, slapped a “out of order” sign on it, and slid inside. Now it was up to Joel, you mused as you took off your soaked tank top, putting your purse on the small counter and leaned forward, looking into the mirror to see if Joel would man up and get his balls together long enough to come in. 

“If you wanted to fuck all you had to do was say so.” Joel said as he came in, his eyes taking you in with heated interest. You laughed and raised your brows, turning to face Joel. Joel exhaled slowly, his hands undoing his belt and zipper. You got on your knees, not wasting the brief window of time you had before someone would get suspicious enough and bang on the door. 

You leaned forward, wetting his dick with your mouth, up and down and taking in the noises he was making while you sucked on his cock prettily, making sure not to smear your lipstick on him yet, you would smear something else on it in just a minute. 

“Fuck.” Joel moaned out, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you to the pace he liked. “Where did you learn this? You’re too good. Fuck.”

You hummed a noise of appreciation as Joel yanked you off his dick, turned you around and pressed you up against the door, his dick wet and pressing against your entrance. 

“Please, Joel.” you whispered, your wetness had been dripping and soaking your panties through ever since you had seen Joel in the bar, and the hours of teasing him had only made things worse. Joel slid a hand up your thigh, down to your dripping entrance. 

“Baby, you’re soaked. Fuck.” Joel grunted as he slid a finger in, then abandoning all decorum, he ripped your panties off with a loud rip, the scrap fluttering down and his dick slid into you hard, his hands moving to support you as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held on for the ride, Joel fucking you hard and deep up against the door, you weren’t sure if the hinges would hold. You could feel the door creak with each thrust. 

You almost regretted doing it this way, it would be so fast, but you burned with the intense heat of the orgasms that he tore from you, his dick hitting that spot just- right- just-enough-  to make you stutter and lose all sense of time, space, and there was nothing but you, Joel, and the intense heat of the sex. Your kisses were heated and filthy, his mouth seared on yours, muffling all of the screaming you had been doing, his dick filling you up just right with each thrust, making you gasp and moan loudly each time, tugging at his long graying hair with your hands, relishing the feel of his hair running through your fingers as you came over and over, with each thrust he made.

“JoelJoelJoelJoelJoelJoel…..”you moan his name, your mouth finding the spot between his neck and shoulder, clamping on and screaming, his body muffling your screaming as the biggest peak of your orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train on fire as Joel came so hard, you could feel it inside you, outside you, all over with every fiber of your being..your fingers raked over his back, you were sure you had left claw marks on his back and neck with your long fingernails.  

Choo-choo Motherfucker, you giggle to yourself as you pant, Joel’s come dripping from your pussy, the juices smeared all over the place. You didn’t give a damn. You slid down from the door, and walked over to pick up your flannel, buttoning it up and taking the spare pair of panties from your purse. 

“You came prepared?” Joel panted, glancing at your purse with a half-grin. “Did you plan this?”

“What do you think?” You smirked as you put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him for a moment as you leaned down, taking him in your mouth and giving him a slight blow-job, tasting the musk of yourself mixed in with his come. You cleaned him up good, and made sure to smear lipstick all over his now semi-soft dick, tucking him away and smirking as  you saw some of your lipstick smeared on the band of his underwear. 

“Of course I was prepared. You know where to find me, I’m going home.” you said as you leaned forward, cleaning yourself up quickly and exiting the bathroom. You pressed a small card in his hand, with your number written on it in bright blue sharpie, leaving Joel speechless inside. You didn’t bother to wait around, paying for your and Joel’s drinks. 

You couldn’t wait to see his face when he saw the card:

Tag, you’re it. Come find fuck me.

As always I have to thank the amazing people who read this fic and anything I write. I love y'all and especially @chaotic-mystery who helped add a sprinkle of heat to this fic <3

[a-lonely-dunedain]

I want to start drawing Elain but I keep putting it off because because for Some Reason Nona has her exact same model just with different hair. it bugged me so much when I first noticed it, like Nona’s skirt literally has the Stag-Clan symbol on it and her tattoo/warpaint/whatever it is resembles antlers, she’s like a really important NPC and they didn’t even give her the right armor for her clan lmao

Anyway it’s also annoying because if I want to draw Elain I can’t just copy her in game look and I’ll have to figure out something else entirely

(I mean if you wanted to, maybe you could say her family was originally from Turm Dreng but came north to Enedwaith at some point? and that's why she's got stag-clan symbols on her stuff? but honestly I think it was just an oversight. probably because both the Ox-Clan and Stag-Clan both use blue as their color, so as long as she was wearing blue they went "eh close enough")

[pawseds]

I drew a postcard for each module/operation my 1-year Delta Green TTRPG/M-EPIC group went on along with bonus illustrations, including the last one which was a surprise for the party when our campaign ended. I also drew 170 sticky note comics for this campaign lmao and you can read those + the hook for each operation below! Each postcard (and coincidentally each drawing here) is in a different art style, too.

Operation FELDSPAR: digital, B&W inky screentones with colour accents inspired by Blue Period

Operation METERSTICK: digital, lineless, textured painting (usually I only use the g-pen/default pen brush and call it a day)

The Sundance Incident: digital colouring and rendering inspired by Stand Still, Stay Silent (I seldom focus on colour scheme like this)

Operation AIRBSUH: traditional stencil printing with acrylic paint, touched up with drawing pens with a movie-poster composition

Operation NANARLUK: my usual digital style of cell-shaded characters against a g-pen painted background!. Also, bonus optical illusion! Reality go brr

And here are the art style of the other drawings:

'Mom': my simple art style :D

Sturdy Ox Shipping: mostly lineless with a limited colour palette

Gone Fishing: also simple art style, but this time it's greyscale! (Never happened in-game, but was planned to)

Thank-you postcard: that western comic-styled airbrush rendering

[smashorpassgilf]

Roles under cut

Anime

Accel World - Additional Voices.

Attack on Titan - Mitabi Jarnach.

Baki the Grappler - Hanayama, Vladimir.

Bleach - Sōsuke Aizen, Ganju Shiba, Metastacia.

Blood Lad - Dek.

Blue Dragon - Gilliam, Legolas.

Blue Exorcist - Ryuji "Bon" Suguro.

Blue Gender - Sgt. Robert Bradley, Seno Miyagi.

Buso Renkin - Sekima Hiwatari, Kinjou.

Case Closed - Vodka.

D.Gray-man - Georg.

Darker than Black - Reiji Kikuchi.

Digimon Data Squad - Belphemon.

Digimon Fusion - Dorulumon, Ballistamon, Greymon, Piddomon.

Dragon Ball series - Son Gohan (Adult/Future/Gt. Saiyaman), Pikkon, Narrator, Announcer, Various.

Durarara!! - Horada, Taro Tanaka (screen name of Mikado Ryugamine), Setton (screen name of Celty Sturluson), and Kanra (screen name of Izaya Orihara).

Ergo Proxy - MCQ.

Eureka Seven - Ken-Goh (Ep. 29).

Fate/zero - Berserker.

Freedom Project - Gosche.

Fruits Basket - Makoto Takei.

Fullmetal Alchemist series - Vato Falman.

Ghost Slayers Ayashi- Hozaburo Ogasawara.

Gunslinger Girl - Mario Bossi.

Gurren Langann - Kamina.

Hell Girl - Yoshiyuki Kusuno.

Honey and Clover - Ippei Matsumoto.

Initial D: First Stage - Keiichi Tsuchiya.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders - Noriaki Kakyoin.

Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple - Tsukuba.

MAR - Peta.

Marvel Anime: Iron Man - Ho Yinsen.

Mega Man Star Force - Omega-Xis.

Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn - Yonem Kirks, Watts Stepney.

Monster - Fritz Vardemann.

Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit - Jiguro Musa.

Naruto series - Kiba Inuzuka, Mozuku, Inoichi Yamanaka, Ebizo, Akatsuchi, Okisuke, Kiji (Shippuden Ep. 224), Mozuku (Shippuden Ep. 231).

One Piece - Nefertari Cobra.

Ouran High School Host Club - Kazukiyo Soga.

Persona 4: The Animation - Mitsuo Kubo.

Pokémon Origins - Professor Oak.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica - Tomohisa Kaname.

Rumbling Hearts - Hiro.

Sailor Moon - Priest/Boxy (Ep. 26, Viz Dub)

Samurai 7 - Mosuke.

Shigurui: Death Frenzy - Naotsugu Andou.

Soul Eater - Masamune Nakatsukasa.

Space Dandy - Ferdinand (Ep. 21).

Strain: Strategic Armored Infantry - Mechanic.

Street Fighter IV: The Ties That Bind - Ryu.

Sword Art Online - Kains (Eps. 5-6, 25), Godfrey (Ep. 10), Patrick (Ep. 16).

Tenkai Knights - Beag, Eurus.

Tiger & Bunny - Mr. Legend, Eric Lyle.

Higurashi: When They Cry - Jirō Tomitake.

YuYu Hakusho - Karasu.

Zatch Bell! - John Owen.

Films

Avengers Confidential: Black Widow & Punisher - Cain.

Bleach: Memories of Nobody - Bau.

Blue Exorcist: The Movie - Ryuji "Bon" Suguro.

Dragon Ball Z: Battle of Gods - Gohan, Ox-King, Narrator.

Fairy Tail the Movie: Phoenix Priestess - Cannon.

Lupin III: The Columbus Files - Burton.

Lupin III: Dead or Alive - General Headhunter.

Lupin III: The Pursuit of Harimao's Treasure - Goering.

Lupin III: The Spirit of Twilight Gemini - Butrakari.

(IMDb)Magnum Farce - Blivit, the sniper - Gov. Arnold Schwartzenhertzen-Geldengrubber.

Manborg - #1 Man (voice).

Naruto the Movie: Ninja Clash in the Land of Snow -Mizore Fuyukuma.

Naruto the Movie: Legend of the Stone of Gelel - Kahiko.

Naruto Shippuden 3: Inheritors of the Will of Fire - Kiba Inuzuka.

One Piece the Movie: The Desert Princess and the Pirates' Adventures in Alabasta - Nefertari Cobra.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Movie - Tomohisa Kaname.

Tekken: Blood Vengeance - Kazuya Mishima.

Wreck-It Ralph - Ryu.

Video Games

Street Fighter 4, Marvel Vs Capcom 3, Street Fighter X Tekken - Ryu.

League of Legends - Ezreal, Jarvan, Graves.

Resident Evil 6 - submarine computer, BSAA soldier, BSAA agent, Umbrella Juavo, refugee.

Guild Wars 2 - Hamar, Great Ginz, Ogron.

Xmen Arcade - all male voices for PS3/XBOX/mobile versions.

World of Warcraft: Wrath of the Lich King - Algalon the Observer.

World of Warcraft: Burning Crusade - Blood Elf

Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of a New World - Richter Abend, Dirk the Dwarf.

Sonic: Colors (DS) - Big the Cat

Dynasty Warriors 6, 7, Strike Force, Next - Sima Yi.

Soul Calibur V - Cold Assassin (custom voice).

Devil May Cry 4 - Bael/Dagon.

Persona 4 (PS2) - Mitsuo.

Lollipop Chainsaw - Basketballer, Geek Zombie.

Star Ocean: The Last Hope - Arumat, Crow.

Star Ocean: Second Evolution - Dias Flac, Jophiel.

Fire Emblem Awakening - Frederick, Validar.

Dragonball Z - Narrator, Teen/Adult Gohan, Ox King, Pikkon, General White.

Naruto - Kiba, Inoichi, Akatsuchi, Manda, Ebizo, Shinga.

Bleach - Sosuke Aizen, Ganju Shiba, Kaein Shiba.

Rune Factory: Tides of Destiny - Gerard, Goblin Captain, Belzagor.

Saints Row the Third - Tough Guy White Male, White Bum.

Marvel Pinball “Vengeance and Virtue table - Odin, Juggernaut.

Marvel Pinball “Avengers Chronicles” table - Iron Man, Silver Surfer, Odin.

James Cameron’s Avatar - Rai’Uk.

Hyperdimension Neptunia MK2: Clan of Champions -Narrator, various.

Resident Evil 5 - Majini.

Resident Evil 6 - Submarine computer, BSAA soldier, Umbrella Juavo, Refugee, BSAA agent.

Mugen Souls - Soul.

Ar Tonelico Qoga - Hikari Gojo.

Gods Eater Burst - Lindow.

Desperate Housewives - Carlos Solis.

Atelier Totori: The Adventurer of Arland - Guid.

Devil Survivor: Overclocked - Naoya.

Time Crisis: Razing Storm - O’Neal.

Zettai Hero Project PSP - Pirohiko.

Comic Jumper - Benny, security guards, villagers.

Wolfenstein - Hans Grosse, PA Voice (Xbox/PS3).

Kamen Rider: Dragon Knight - Xaviax.

Mad World - Big Bull Crocker, Scissors Man, Ninja.

Wild Arms 5 - Volsung.

Baroque - Archangel.

Castlevania: Dracula X Chronicles - Narrator, Nose Demon.

Riviera: The Promised Land - Ledah.

Armored Core: The Answer: Otsdara/Thermidor

Tenchu - Kurogawa, Ninja.

Final Fantasy XIII, XIII-2 - Cocoon inhabitants, various.

Steel Batallion: Heavy Armor - various.

Skylanders: Giants - various stadium attendees.

Soldier of Fortune: Payback - Thomas Mason.

Red Alert 3 - Imperial Nanocore, Allied Mobile Construction, Allief IFV.

Chocobo’s Dungeon - Marris the Fishmonger.

Guilty Gear 2 - Blade, Roller.

The Last Remnant - Zuido.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Dark Tournament - Karasu, M2.

Everquest II - Voidman, Stone Golem, Skeleton, Ogre, Werewolf.

Growlanser: Heritage of War - Zeikwalt.

Dawn of Mana - Masked Guru.

Infinite Undiscovery - Sigmond, Held.

Watchmen: The End is Nigh - thugs.

Golden Axe: Beastrider - beasts.

Bloodrayne 2 - demons.

Enchanted Arms - various.

Baten Kaitos: Origins - Juwar.

Summon Night: Twin Age - various.

Rondo of Swords - various.

.hack GU Part 2-3 - Krewhaha, Skumumu.

Magna Carta 2 - various.

Wordchums - zombie, cat, pig, alien.

Battle High 2 - Jiro.