#lemme know if you wanna plot !

[tearsofastraeax]

worship me

"What a sight to behold. There were no poems, or sonnets, no paintings, or sculptures that were more beautiful than this man between your legs in that very moment..."

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x könig x fem!reader word count: 3.2k tags: 18+, porn without plot, poly relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough-ish sex, dirty talk, ghost and könig are obsessed with reader, praise kink note: please bear with me, this is my first time writing for these guys and i haven't posted any of my writing in a long ass time. ✧ check out my masterlist for more ✧

You had been waiting for three days now. The silence of your apartment overwhelming and getting more depressing by the minute. You knew they would be returning today, at least that’s what they had told you when they left. 

So, to surprise your favorite men, you had taken extra care of yourself today. Spending hours in the bathroom dolling yourself up. Rubbing sweet smelling lotion into your soft skin. Curling your hair just how Ghost liked it. And finishing it off with a skimpy white lingerie set, just how König liked it.

And now you were lying down on the couch, in direct view of the front door of your apartment. Eagerly waiting, no scratch that, impatiently waiting. Your fingertips were itching to graze over their bodies, your lips tingling to taste theirs. It was torture. And what was even more torturous was Ghost’s order to keep your fingers off yourself while they were gone. “No touching yourself till we’re back, you hear me, y/n?”

As your thoughts drifted off to your last time with the men, you nearly missed the click of the lock. Your eyes shot towards the door, and just in time you saw the doorhandle being pushed down. Your heart was beating rapidly now. Your palms becoming sweaty. Your breath caught in your throat. 

Finally, the door opened. Ghost stepped in first and your gaze immediately roamed over his body. He was wearing his usual black baclava with the skull print on the lower half of his face, his eyes the only thing you could see. You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes darting from his face down his body, to his thick legs wrapped in tight dark jeans. At the sight of his bulge your mouth nearly began to water. 

Right behind Ghost, König stepped through the door, the frame in contrast to his giant form looking like that of a doll house. At the sight of his thick arms and broad shoulders barely hidden behind a black long-sleeved shirt, you pressed your legs together in anticipation. 

“Hmm, Prinzessin, you look ravishing”, König said, slamming the door closed behind him. 

You watched as Ghost stalked toward you, your breath hitching in your throat. 

“I was waiting for you …”, you gasped. Ghost’s gaze was boring into yours, and before you knew it, he had reached you on the couch. He wasn’t a man of many words, so instead he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you roughly towards him. “He… Hey…”, you got out before you were lifted and thrown over Ghost’s shoulder. You could barely catch your breath before you felt his large palm grabbing one of your ass checks, sinfully massaging it. 

You heard a breathy chuckle, as you saw König’s boots approaching you. You tried lifting your head to look at the man but were stopped by a hand caressing along your cheek. 

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Ghost? All made up for us. I bet she’s already so wet for us, don’t you think?” While König spoke you noticed him stepping out of your sight, coming up behind you, now facing Ghost, who was switching between kneading your ass and slowly stroking up and down your right leg. You let out a trembling sigh, your nerves were on edge. Every touch felt like sparks cursing through your whole body. 

“I bet she is,” Ghost rumbled. In that moment you felt another hand slowly traveling up the insight of your left thigh, inching closer and closer to your midsection. Before you could gather your thoughts, you felt fingers pressing right on your cunt, your underwear long soaked through. You could only imagine the sight, the white lingerie by now see-through, merely an annoying decoration at this point.

“Scheiße, Ghost she’s so fucking soaked for us.” Your breath hitched in your throat at König’s words, your body trembling. You felt him remove his fingers from your drenched slip. The loss of contact evicting a moan from you. 

But before you could further protest, Ghost started to move, carrying you towards the bedroom. From your position on his shoulder, you could see König following behind you. 

Once in the bedroom, Ghost threw you down on the bed. You immediately missed the contact, his rough hands on your naked skin, the soft caresses he gifted you with.  

As you took in the two men standing at the foot of your bed, a whimper left your pouted lips. They looked so massive standing there in your small bedroom, so out of place and yet so fucking right. 

“Have you been a good girl, y/n?” Ghost asked, his intense gaze sending shivers down your body. You nodded eagerly, wanting to please him – oh how desperately you wanted to please him. 

“You didn’t touch yourself while we were gone?” He asked, continuing his interrogation. While he locked his gaze with yours, König started to step around the bed, slowly creeping up behind you. 

“I … - I was a good girl, I was waiting for you…”, your heart was pounding as you spoke. You thought you saw Ghost’s mask slightly hitching up at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smirking underneath. 

“Then it seems you deserve a little reward, don’t you think, mein Engel?” König was lowly grunting behind you, his voice so close to your ear. You suddenly became overwhelmingly aware of your surroundings. You felt the heat coming off the giant of a man behind you, the mattress dipping underneath his weight, as he settled down on it, leaning against the headboard. Then you felt calloused hands wrapping around your body and pulling you in, till you sat between König’s spread legs.

Ghost in the meantime had not moved, just standing there at the foot of your bed. Waiting, watching. 

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “I’d like that,” you whispered. And as if he was waiting for your permission, Ghost started to move toward you, effortlessly stalking over the mattress, till he was kneeling in front of you. Your legs involuntarily spread apart a little further to make room for him, and while doing so pressed further into König’s legs. The touch had your skin nearly catching on fire. You could hardly contain yourself, yet they hadn’t even started. 

You looked up through your lashes at Ghost, who was watching you which such hunger in his eyes it nearly shattered you right then and there. Before you could try to recollect yourself, his hands were on your hips, wrapping around your underwear and violently ripping them off you. At the sight of you, bare and oh so wet for your boys, you heard a shaky breath in your ear and saw Ghost’s eyes widen. 

He didn’t wait long before his hands roughly wrapped around the back of your knees, and hitched them up, nearly folding you in half, while König patiently held you to his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist. You’ve never felt safer, never felt more alive. Then Ghost dipped his head down, and you felt his breath ghosting over your wet cunt. A breathy moan escaped you at that, your body trembling with the sensation. 

You felt Ghost slowly pressing soft kisses through the mask to your inner thigh, so close and yet so far from where you really wanted him. Where you needed him. 

A disgruntled whimper escaped you, and you heard König chuckle behind you. “Maybe you should tell Ghost how much you want it, y/n.” 

Your gaze focused on Ghost between your legs, his face so close to your pussy. What a sight to behold, there were no poems, or sonnets, no paintings, or sculptures that were more beautiful than this man between your legs in that very moment. So, you took a deep breath and tried to find your courage. 

“Ghost, please. I need you … I need you so bad. Touch me … please.” Your words came out as a whimper, but judging from his expression he heard you well enough. His eyes swiftly met yours, and you could swear he was full-blown grinning underneath his mask. 

“Hold her for me, König.” Is all he said, before he pushed up the baclava, just above his mouth. In the meantime, König rested his hands underneath your ass, lifting your legs slightly and pushing them apart, presenting you to Ghost on a silver platter. A meal for the taking. 

You felt ready to explode as Ghost finally leaned down and pressed a kiss to your clit. He slowly traveled further down, peppering small kisses all over, till he suddenly stopped and dragged his tongue through your folds, right back up again to your clit. A loud moan escaped you. Fuck, if this was not the best feeling in the world. 

Ghost ate you out like he was starving for weeks, and you were his life-saving meal. He swiveled his tongue around your clitoris, drawing circles around it. You started to feel one of his fingers slowly spread around your wetness, before diving into you without another warning. He was pumping his finger in and out, and in and out. His mouth devouring you. Right there, sitting on his knees, he looked like he was worshipping you, like he was praying to an old forgotten god. 

You barely registered as König’s hands slid off your legs, instead unhooking the bra behind your back and discarding it. His large hands embraced your breasts, his thumb and index finger softly twisting your nipples between them. At the overwhelming sensations all around you a breathy moan escaped your lips. 

“You’re our little whore aren’t you, Engel?” König whispered in your ear, his lips dragging along your neck. You whimpered in agreement. You would let these two do anything to you, you just wanted them around you, in you, pleasing you, worshipping you, praying to you. 

Ghost suddenly added another finger, now pumping two in and out of you. At the sensation you could hardly help the moan that burst from you. It felt so good, too good. Your body slowly contracted, you felt the whisper of an orgasm spreading over your body. But before you could even think to concentrate on the feeling, to throw your head back in extasy they stopped. König dropped his hands, a breathy laugh in your ear. Ghost sat up, a slight sheen on his chin. You whimpered, your eyes darting from the one to the other in distress. This was not what you wanted, oh no. 

A grin spread across Ghosts features as he leaned forward to capture your mouth in a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips. He possessively licked into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but return the kiss like a starving woman. You lost yourself in the feeling, your pussy begging to be touched again. But before you knew it, he stopped once more. He shared a quick look with König behind you and pushed his baclava down. You made a disappointed sound in the back of your throat. 

But your boys certainly didn’t want to disappoint you, instead König picked you up from behind, manhandling you into the right position. You ended up on your hands and knees on the bed, your ass just hanging over the edge, perfectly positioned for Ghost to stand behind you. He gently stroked your ass, admiring it even, looking at it like someone would gaze at a painting in a museum. “So beautiful”, he mumbled behind you. 

You got distracted as König positioned himself in front of you, your eyes in direct line with his bulge that threatened to tear apart his pants. But before it could do so, he slowly opened his dark cargo pants and freed his thick length. You mouth watered and you bit your bottom lip. This never got old. And the man was beautiful, well, his massive cock was for sure. You stared up at him through your lashes, knowing that the simple gesture nearly made him internally combust. 

In response to your teasing eyes, he roughly fisted a hand around his cock and smacked it against your cheek. “Open up, y/n.” You didn’t waste a second and listened to his order, opening your mouth wide, waiting to be filled by König. He grabbed your chin with the other hand and tilted your head up slightly before he started to slowly glide the tip over your lips, further down over your tongue till it bumped against your throat. The slight pause fooled you into thinking he’d pull out again and gently consume your mouth, but oh no, instead he roughly pushed his cock even further in, making it disappear down your throat. You gaged around it, quickly trying to level your breathing. He was so deep inside you, the tip of your nose getting tickled by his pubes. You dared to look up at him again.  

“What a good pretty girl you are, mein Engel”, he sighed contently. But he didn’t leave you there for long, his gaze lifting to Ghost and you had no idea what look they exchanged, but just a moment later and you felt König start to move slowly, in and out and in and out. Constantly forcing his massive length down your throat.

You heard Ghost behind you unzipping his pants, and the anticipation in your stomach threatened to overwhelm you. You felt his hands gently roam over your ass checks and suddenly, he slapped his right hand hard on one of your ass checks. You moaned, but it was muffled by König’s cock down your throat. Then Ghost’s hands left you completely and you were about to cry out when you felt his tip slightly grazing over your slick folds. 

“Are you ready to be filled up by us, baby?” You wanted to answer Ghost, you wanted to scream yes, you wanted to nod and tell him how badly you wanted these men to split you apart. But all you could get out was a muffled groan while you tried to wiggle your ass in anticipation. You heard him faintly laugh behind you, the tip of his length slowly dragging up and down your pussy. These men sure knew how to tease you, how to drive you to madness and push you over the edge.  

Without another warning, you felt Ghost push inside of you, his whole length quickly buring inside of you, till you felt the rough fabric of his barely opened pants scraping against your sensitive naked skin. You moaned loudly, just in the same second König pushed his fat cock down your throat. Both men stilled, completely filling you up. And you felt like you might explode, like you might tear at the seams and fall apart. But your two favorite soldiers were nothing if not generous and so you felt them start to move again. First slowly, then faster and faster, till they were rutting into you so hard you nearly crashed and burned if they weren’t so perfectly in sync. 

The way these two men were fucking you made you feel like you were going into an ecstatic state of pure bliss. And then you felt Ghost wrap his arm around your hip, his fingers finding your clit with ease. He started rubbing small circles around your sensitive spot till you started to see stars. Your muffled moans filled the room, and you felt your muscles pull together, getting ready to explode. Oh, and how you exploded, it took Ghost just mere seconds of gently massaging your clit before you screamed around König’s cock in your mouth, your eyelids fluttering close, your world being shaken from its axis. The force of your orgasm nearly made your body give out, but the two men dutifully held you up, while they continued to fuck your holes relentlessly. 

You barely registered König’s moans as his thrusts became slightly erratic. You slowly came back to your senses and looked up at the giant in front of you. Your eyes met and you could see his pupils slightly dilating, his breathing becoming unsteady. And then you felt his cum shooting into your mouth, slowly running down your throat. In the next moment he was pulling out, his hand resting underneath your chin to tip your head up. He shot the rest of his thick load all over your face. You kept your mouth open, trying to catch as much as you could, slow drops already dripping down your chin. You moaned loudly as König forced his cock down your throat one more time. 

“Now clean it off, Prinzessin”, he said, and you hollowed out your cheeks slightly as you passionately sucked on his thick length. But before you could have your fun with König’s still hard cock, he pulled back, looking down at you with such wonder in his eyes. 

“You look so pretty covered in my cum, mein Engel. You should see her Ghost – she looks so perfect.” Your felt your cheeks growing warm from the pink tint that graced them. You may got fucked senseless by these two men every time you saw them, but their words affected you just as much as they did the first time. 

Meanwhile, Ghost was still fucking you hard, his hands grabbing your hips so roughly you’re sure they would leave a mark. Just how he liked it, he wanted you to remember him, not just in your mind, but he wanted your body to show it too. 

“How do you want it, babygirl? Do you want me to cum inside you? Or do you want your face covered even more?” You’re sure your cheeks were now burning even more at hearing Ghosts words. 

“I … - I want to taste you …”, you managed to get out, your voice merely a whisper. 

You nearly started to doubt that he even heard you, but then Ghost pulled out of you. The emptiness he left behind making you gasp, already missing the feeling of him inside of you. König flipped you around again, resting you against his chest, as Ghost stepped up in front of you. He roughly jerked his thick cock, before he violently grabbed your face and pushed his full length inside of your mouth. You gasped but gave yourself to him. He fucked your mouth with such ferocity you were sure he might as well be bruising your throat permanently. But you didn‘t even have time to worry about it any longer, before you tasted his cum coating your tongue, his load filling your mouth. And then Ghost pulled back too, covering your face with the last spurts he jerked out. 

When he was done you finally swallowed the load and innocently looked up at him. You could swear you saw a smile spread across his features, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Such a good girl, we’re so proud of you”, Ghost murmured, as he took his thumb and collected some of the cum dripping down your chin. You greedily opened your mouth and sucked the liquid from his finger, letting a soft moan escape you. 

“Beautiful girl, you look so good covered in our cum”, König whispered in your ear. You smiled at them, their words of praise warming you up from the inside.

[royaltea000]

Got so mad seeing a forced marriage plot for the 20th time that I got up to draw a design specifically to put a veil on him

[whumpacabra]

27. The Devil

Military setting, fictional politics, vague dehumanization, implied past noncon

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

“Welcome to Firebase Charlie, Agent Anders.” The commander - Briggs, her file read - greeted him on the tarmac. Professional. Good to know some bases still had respect for their guests.

“I wish it was under better circumstances, Commander.”

He smoothed down his jacket as the helicopter blades spun to a stop. The base was on lockdown; she wasn’t stupid or reckless. Smart. It would make exfil difficult if she didn’t cooperate. The briefcase by his side was a weighty reminder that he didn’t particularly care if she cooperated. So long as he returned to base with what he needed.

“Let’s skip the tour - is your office a secure location?”

“Yessir. This way.”

—

“Mav, if you would get Taskforce 42 members here - ”

“Yes ma’am.” Her aide was good at hiding how he felt about a strange man in his boss’ office. But Anders could feel a prick of suspicion when his eyes lingered on him before he left. Could be trouble.

“Bringing them here might not be a good idea.” Anders set his briefcase down next to a seat in front of her desk. It had recently been cleaned - no files or dust. “Have you confirmed that they’re not compromised?”

“How so?” Her eyes flashed at him, defensive. To be expected - they were her soldiers after all. Anders wouldn’t take lightly to any interrogation of his project’s perfection. He hummed, shrugging.

“Any external communications? Do they confer with your prisoner often?”

“No. As much as it pains me to know their families still think they’re dead, I thought letting them reach out would only incite panic and anger.” Her eyes followed him as he studied her office’s decor. “As for our…prisoner, he’s being kept under guard in the same hospital room as them. We don’t really have the space to keep wholly private rooms here.”

“Was he injured?” Anders was genuinely curious as to the state of the Wolf. He was aware of Smith’s…unorthodox but effective methods of keeping the Wolf on a tight leash. Perhaps he had been slacking, letting the volunteers talk the weakened, malleable dog into escape.

“Yes. Dr. Fritz will brief you in his condition. It’s the reason we called you.”

“Is he responsive?” She wasn’t sharing details. Smith probably had a fun night before leaving for DC. 

“Yes. He’s…understandably resistant to help us understand what happened. Both to himself and to my men.”

“Have you considered that he may be a spy? It’s possible the parties involved in what happened to your men needed someone to keep an eye on them.” If Anders had to guess the Wolf couldn’t have left them. If not because of his physical condition, then as a result of his psychological conditioning. A decade at the end of a tight leash would do that to a man. A lost puppy always looking for it’s master.

Pathetic.

“I have considered it.” Her expression darkened. “But he has been confined to his bed since we moved him to the medical ward.”

“Where was he prior?”

“Holding. There was an…incident with some of the taskforce’s old squad mates.” There was a faint flush of embarrassment across her face. “They have since been disciplined and dismissed until further notice, pending the end of lockdown.”

“I’d appreciate the names of those soldiers, commander. We can’t be too careful.”

There was a knock at the door, Mav guiding people into the room. Anders smiled, nodding as Briggs introduced him. He hated acting. The sooner he could get the Wolf back where the project belonged, the happier he would be.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

Taglist: @stargeode @genuineformality @i-eat-worlds @light-me-on-pyre

@risk606 @sacredwrath

[starcunin]

@fiendishfinesse | cont’d from here.

He leans back, draping himself effortlessly across the velvet chaise like a king upon his throne, one hand carelessly holding his golden goblet of fresh blood. The room is lit in low, flickering light——shadows painting every inch of his grand, cavernous foyer, reflecting the dim, oppressive atmosphere of his domain. The heavy weight of Cazador’s palace, now his palace, sits like a crown atop his head. A kingdom of blood and stone, secrets and shadows.

He raises the goblet to his lips, watching Raphael through half-lidded eyes. There’s an amusement in his gaze, a glint of sharp teeth as he takes a languid sip. The robe of sheer white silk drapes loosely over his form, revealing pale skin beneath——smooth, unblemished, except for the marks of his old life, the scars that Cazador carved into his flesh like some cruel masterpiece. The fabric clings to him in all the right places, making him seem more specter than man, ethereal, untouchable. His beauty is a weapon as much as any blade, and he wields it with the ease of someone who knows exactly how much power it holds. A laugh escapes him, dark and bitter, echoing through the cold stone chamber. ❛ How quaint. ❜

His gaze sharpens, eyes narrowing as he studies the devil before him. Raphael, ever the enigmatic schemer, ever the slithering serpent with his barbed tongue and cryptic riddles. It amuses Astarion, at least for now. But he’s grown tired of this game, the constant dance of words and veiled intentions. He doesn’t have the patience for it anymore——not when the weight of his newfound power presses down upon him with each passing moment. The Elder Brain, lurking deep beneath his domain, an ever-present threat, gnaws at the edges of his control. Its violent will thrashes against his own, a beast that refuses to be tamed, and Astarion, for all his arrogance, knows it. Feels it. The whisper of madness creeping in, the strain of controlling something that was never meant to be dominated by one alone. It infuriates him. He is more than they ever were——those pitiful mortals who dared to wield such power. The Dead Three. Gortash. Orin. Ketheric. They were nothing compared to him. Nothing.

And yet, the Elder Brain’s resistance gnaws at his triumph. A sharp reminder that perhaps even he ( ascended, immortal ) has limits. But he won’t show that to Raphael. Not ever. Astarion’s eyes glint dangerously as he pours a glass of fine wine, the crimson liquid spilling into the chalice like blood. He moves with a predatory grace, extending the glass toward Raphael but not quite handing it over, making the devil come closer if he wants it. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

❛ Tell me, darling, ❜ Astarion says, voice dropping to a silken whisper, low and teasing, ❛ Why must you always insist on these riddles? We both know what you want. ❜ His smile widens, flashing just a hint of fang. ❛ The Crown, yes? ❜ He steps forward, closer, his robe whispering against the cold floor. The scent of old stone and rich velvet fills the room, mingling with the heady aroma of expensive wine. He leans in, his voice barely a breath away from the devil’s ear. ❛ It’s amusing, really, to see you’ve come to grovel for something that was never yours to begin with. ❜

Astarion pulls back, his expression darkening, the playful glint in his eyes fading, replaced with cold, calculating scrutiny. He is tired of this game.

[hiskillingjar]

we want to know about your murder boys !!!!!

YAYYYYY thank you for the murder boy support!!!! (cw my bad art lol)

meet charlie and edgar!! they're my edgy goth murder boy ocs and i love them. they are so silly.

edgar is the one who does murders tho (he's also a snuff movie creator because i'm SoOoOoOoO oRiGiNaL!!!! but it's because he couldn't get into art school so it's different) while charlie is his clueless enabler (though he gets his final boy moment!) charlie also has a lesbian ex girlfriend called dahlia and edgar has a toxic FWB relationship with the cop trying to catch him! drama!!!

bonus:

honking and shooing and mee-mee-meeing (also charlie is catholic booooo boo this man)

[alitlantern]

"One time I saw a cat and I was like 'Oh my gosh. Is that a cat?' and it WAS a cat."

          ❝ And then you gave the little darling to me~~? ❞

          ━━━ ANDERS COOED AT the kitten, held by the pits of his arms as the mage nuzzled his face into the soft, but dirty, underbelly.

          ❝ You are a little kitty, yes you are, the cutest little thing in aaaall of Thedas, mhmm, yeah, and now you're mine~~ I'm going to take such good care of you, here, you can fit right into my pack, isn't that perfect... ❞ The affectionate mumbles continued as Anders handled the kitten with gentle reverence and care.

[active-mind-15]

Just spent several minutes agonizing over the timeline of Accidental Siblings and tweaked parts of my fic yet again to match the canonical timeline better

[wildskissed]

@caracarnn gets a random starter

Portals always took Eve by surprise, but when it came to trying to escape your life, you took whatever the universe decided to present to you. Unless something happened, there would always be a way back, she would just have to find it...or figure out how to use her magic to open it back up herself. That shouldn't be too hard, as long as things here weren't TOO different.

While she had found herself in what looked like a forest, and she could see a town through the trees, she wondered for a moment how this was going to go. So much in fact, that she tugged her hood up to cover her ears. Where there elves in this world? Where was she? Was this still a part of Faerun, or not? Whatever the case, she knew it was better to be safe than sorry, and so she needed to find someplace with a mirror so she could fix her hair OVER her ears for the duration of her stay.

What she hadn't anticipated, was literally running into someone, and having the hood slip a little. "So sorry--I should watch where I'm going..."

[inkshadow]

❝ i'm… i'm really happy for you. really. ❞ tonight was going to be the night evie told her how she felt. to be honest before it was too late. it was wrong, of course it was, to reveal such a big thing to her best friend of many years. she was taken, the chances were slim. but evie rarely gave a fuck about circumstances in order to make her own. but as she'd just witnessed the glimmer of her friend's recent engagement ring, her stomach sank and she's left reeling in her head. ❝ d-did you know he was gonna propose? ❞

> happy birthday to my daughter @silvrmoon

[silntfangs]

                  IT   WAS   EASY   TO   GET   LOST   HERE,   TO   BE   FORGOTTEN.   Though,   if   one   was   lucky,   they   could   be   found   again.   Despite   the   fact   of   being   lost   or   found,   sometimes   the   wrong   people   would   be   the   one   to   do   either   option.   Such   was   the   case   here.   Dwayne   moved   in   on   the   scene   instantly,   normally   one   to   mind   his   business,   but   he   couldn’t   stand   this.   It   was   suffocating   him   by   watching,   “   I   think   she   said   leave   her   alone.   "   His   voice   was   calm,   stepping   between   the   men   and   the   one   woman.   Dark   browns   glared   at   them,   a   void   the   men   didn’t   want   to   get   lost   in.   To   Dwayne’s   relief,   they   turned   to   leave.   Instantly,   his   shoulders   relaxed.   @nightsuffer

[diemauermoved]

" of course my knee decides to give me issues just days before one of our biggest games . thankfully we've got a good medical team . "

@f1rechaser liked for a one liner!

[tau-mp]

The way it did before

Open starter if anyone wants it! Stepping back onto the island had been so refreshing, exciting even. Albeit the numerous gigantic bags he was hauling through snow, getting to his haven of an apartment was even better. He was greeted with the same gentle ambiance he left behind, the calm serenity of his home filled the void he had started to feel while away. Japan had been beautiful, but as the months went by he really truly began to miss his friends, the island,.... Home. As much as he'd love to hit the town and see familiar and new faces alike, the unpacking must commence. Which he might admit, is one of his favorite things. Reorganizing all of his stuff so it fits whatever category or drawer it needs to be in. It was like... Spring cleaning after a vacation. Laundry separated by colors and fabrics, gifts for his friends wrapped and placed neatly by the door, the clothes he had been gifted after his walks were pressed and hung, Masego playing on the record player, a relaxing hot shower, now all he had to do was pop his comfortable clothes and glasses on, and he was ready to enjoy the peace of the island. With a glass of rich red wine in hand he folds open one of the large glass doors that lead to his patio, crisp air nipping at his warm skin as he rests his arms on the railing, looking out at all the lights and the way the warm glow of the sunset glimmers off of the snow. He looked at it for the beauty it was. A place he is so happy to be. A place where he feels free, valued, and loved. It was really good to be back. Deep brown eyes take in everything as if he was consuming it all for the first time again, getting lost in his own comfort he didn't even realize how cold he was starting to get until he thinks he hears his name from below. Curious. Leaning over the railing, the arm with his wine glass just hanging over, he sees a familiar face way down below and he smiles wide, not even sure if they can see it through the snow; and knowing he wouldn't be able to, or want to for that matter, yell all the way down there, he motions with his arms an invitation from the cold, and a promise of wine if they wanted.

[graunblida]

smash the heart for a smol something set in any of these lexa verses: metal band, star wars, pirate !

[tvrningout-a]

yells!! i'm gonna update my resume and put in some applications but i don't wanna!!

[cherrysnax]

hope people chill out soon, your take was immaculate and actually the reason I followed you initially bc i am an adult who likes cartoons and little kid shows but also doesn't get in internet fights about them and thinks adults who do are... wild, for lack of a better term..

but!!! now I wanna know about your comic (???maybe its a comic not sure) that you've mentioned, I couldn't find a tag to search but do you mind sharing about it? tysm either way have a good one

hi nonnie!! first of all ty for the well wishes and compliments! i'm sure once all the jokes and the offense die down, people will be relatively normal again... i hope.. lets get into the meat of the ask under the cut

EDIT: this got long so if u just want the basic gist, go to the very end!

soooo my girlfriend @pokemonleague and i decided back in...2018? to make spidersonas due to our love of comics and the movie into the spiderverse, but since we're nerds that totally span out of control. it went from a fan rp with several spider-man themed characters to a completely original concept with new characters, our own setting, power system-- the works. it is about superheroes, so it might not be your thing. okay so first backstory stuff

it used to be called the phillyverse and if u go into the tag u might find some old art, but its all extremely outdated (and bad. im not the bessst artist). after some delegation we decided to start making it a comic (we spent YEARS debating it) and named the project around last year. its uh called Show Your Spine!

I'm the worst at describing things but we have like 3 whole seasons entirely plotted out so I can pull somethin like a pitch together: while the vigilantism is a core aspect, with the main overarching plot being a group of unlikely heroes, old and new banding together to stop their city from being overrun by the mob, supervillains, and other threats. it's really about finding love and community in a city at war and finding the strength to protect and nourish it. all the while unlearning all the shit the last generations have taught us, to stop us from perpetuating the cycle of hate... while also beating the shit outta some baddies

in short its abt cringe-fail women doing cringe-fail things lmaoo. its a like a superhero-action-soap opera taking place in the retro-futuristic city of Chesire Grove, new jersey.

in this world, there's people with powers called Augments, who are just like you and me but due to changes in their DNA due were born with the ability to manifest different abilities (think mutants or metahumans). the tension between augments and humans is a little.. high right now, but allegedly better than they've ever been before. It's a newish era of human-augment relations, for better or worse.

we have an ensemble cast, and we intend on taking the main characters from the ages of 16 to eventually 25. the characters are aging in real-time.

OKAY PLOT TIME: The first few arcs focus on a delinquent teenage girl, Leo, trying to find a cure for one of her best friends who has fallen ill after trying a new drug, by all means necessary. during her quest for it, she meets the elusive newer vigilante Spitfire, who had saved her once before. Despite a rocky start, the two start a mentor-mentee type thing, in hope that the other can help them find what they're looking for. For Leo, she's looking for info on the man who made the drug that's been killing people, desperate to make him reverse engineer it. For Spitfire, they're looking for Chesire Grove's longest-running protector: Nightingale, who has suddenly gone missing. Spitfire's a bit new in town but lucky for them, the kid knows the city like the back of their hand.

At the same time, a sheltered augment teen's life is changing, as her overly protective father has finally realized that keeping her inside wasn't protecting her at all. freshly enrolled in a school for STEM students, Bobbi (also known by his nickname Retro) has to learn how to navigate the world for the first time and solve the full mystery of her past, all while her powers are on the fritz.

there's so much to this world, and we're so excited to share it with everyone!! i tried to be pretty vague cause of spoilers, and like i said, bad with words

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