#like that's art!! that's beautiful beautiful art that you can only get in wrestling!!!!
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currently reading: well not “currently” but i recently got done listening to jennette mccurdy’s book. it was really good, super super bleak though
current obsession: hiroshi tanahashi. been watching an arseload of old njpw the last couple months, and i was originally on an okada kick but i decided to watch every single okada/tanahashi match (i’ve watched 12 so far, only like 2 or 3 left unfortunately), which got me watching other tana matches and now i’m hopelessly in love with the ace
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#couple weeks ago or so i watched a bunch of tanahashi matches from 2018#and i've realised that when it's done right i'm a HUGE sucker for an old broken down character refusing to go down#manifesting one more moment in the sun out of sheer determination#raging against the dying of the light#like when it's done well that shit HITS#and that was the story of tanahashi in 2018#like it started off pretty normal with him successfully defending the ic title against jay white at wk in jay's return from excursion#but at the next big show after that he got his leg fucked up like CRAZY by minoru suzuki and lost the belt then got stretchered out#couple months later he made it to the finals of the new japan cup but got tapped out by zack sabre jr.#couple months after THAT he challenged okada for the title in a last-ditch attempt to protect his title defense record#cause back in 2011-2012 tana set a new record for defenses of the heavyweight belt in a single reign with 11#and okada had just hit 11 defenses so tana challenged him to try and keep him from breaking the record#the match was amazing the crowd was 100000% behind tanahashi but he wasn't able to beat okada#after the match he tearfully proclaimed that he'd build himself back up and that led to the g1 which didn't start out very well#he got matched up with suzuki again on the first night and just barely squeaked out a win after getting his leg destroyed for 10 minutes#then he lost to jay white on night 2 but from there rattled off 6 straight wins before the final night of his block#which mirrored okada! cause after beating tana he then lost the title to omega which fucked him up mentally and he started 0-2 in the g1#before getting 6 straight victories himself which led to the final night of the a block where okada and tanahashi fought once again#and chris charlton my beloved made the observation that despite their careers being defined by their incredible achievements and victories#this was a match between two men defined by what they'd LOST which is just AAAA love you chris i hope njpw keep you on commentary forever#anyway the match ended in a time limit draw and since tana had more points he made the finals where he was matched up against kota ibushi#and HOLY SHIT tanahashi vs ibushi might legit be the best wrestling match i've ever seen in my entire fucking life#the story of the old ace trying desperately to get back to the dome one more time#against the young golden star trying equally desperately to surpass his god#it was amazing & as with most of kota's BIG matches there was a point where Murder Ibushi showed up#but halfway through the horrible beating ibushi was dishing out tana stood up and started walking into the shots ibushi was throwing#and no matter how hard ibushi hit him tana just kept coming forward and coming forward and coming forward#as the crowd got louder and louder and louder and GOD that moment sends chills down my spine every time i watch the match#like that's art!! that's beautiful beautiful art that you can only get in wrestling!!!!#anyway sorry for using this post to ramble on about tana lol i just got a lot of thoughts about him and no one irl to dump them on
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Omg hiii! I saw that your requests were open again! Please take your time and prioritize your rest, and as always your writing is such a delight to read! I always look forward to your posts! 💖💖💖
That being said, can you please write for a Yuu/reader that has a love for painting (but is shy about showcasing their skill) , and was absolutely taken by Vil's beauty even before they met him? Of course they didn't know that he was a famous actor at first. What if Vil one day finds their sketches and paintings of him after months of knowing him? (hmm preferably after the events of book 6..? 👀)
SO CUTE!!! kicking my legs back and forth at this anonnn
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type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
How were you supposed to know?
It's not like Crowley had given you a guide on Night Raven College or its students (though, wouldn't that have been nice?)
I mean, you had to reminded of Trey's last name not two weeks ago. How were you supposed to know who Vil Schoenheit is?
You'd only seem him at a distance. Passed him by in the halls while he scolded some poor first year. He even looked beautiful when he was angry.
He was just made to be painted.
You didn't show your friends the art. You didn't need to give Ace another reason to tease you, and being a stalker would've really been the cherry on top of your weirdness sundae.
Besides, it was just drawing. Practice! Sketches from a distance, doodles done in the margins of your notes, watercolors and paintings from memory...
It felt familiar. This man, this stranger, someone you hadn't even spoken to, made you feel a little closer to home.
.
"Really, you should have some sort of organizational system,"
Vil leafs through pages of alchemy reports and history of magic homework. "Might I suggest a recycling bin?"
You smile. It's not often that your friend- Vil Schoenheit, that is- has a day off. But today is Saturday, and your room is in desperate need of his touch.
"This is... chaotic," he says, brushing a clump of Grim fur off his shoulder. "And you live like this?"
You shrug. "I try,"
"Well, try no more. We'll have this done before dinner,"
His commitment is touching. Millions of screeching fangirls would give anything just to spend five minutes with Vil, and here he is, tidying your room for you.
It's almost cute. He's humming to himself, hair tied back in a ponytail, in one of your shirts (his are too nice to get dirty), sweeping Grim fur out from under your bed.
"Rook and Epel couldn't make it?" you ask, pretending not to care that it's just the two of you.
"I told them not to bother,"
"Oh?"
Vil tsks. "They would get in the way. We're much more efficient on our own- we work well together, after all,"
That's something he'd said before. You'd always wondered what it meant.
"Right,"
You switch places, going to strip your bed of its sheets for washing while Vil tidies your desk.
Off go the pillow cases, the comforter, the blankets. You're wrestling with your mattress when you notice that he hasn't moved in a while.
He's looking through some of the papers from within the bowels of your desk, smiling to himself, a finger held to his perfect lips.
"What?"
"Hm?" he hums, but he doesn't look at you. "Oh, just... admiring your work. You have quite an eye for detail, have I ever told you that?"
He's being weird. You let go of your bundle of bedding and look at what he's holding, but it's just your sketchbook.
Oh. Oh, no. It's your sketchbook.
"OH! Um, wait-" you say, rushing to his side. "Don't- don't look!"
Vil smirks, and he holds the art over your head. "How unfair. The muse should always be the first to see, you know,"
Damn his height and perfect, slender arms!!! Your eyes widen. "It's not what it looks like! I didn't know you when I did those!"
"Yes, I saw the dates. You could make a career out of admiring me, you know~" he chuckles. "I'd pay for these. I'm sure Rook would like a few, as well."
You're practically melting with embarrassment. "Come on- give it back!"
Seeing your pathetic, embarrassed whining, Vil relents, handing you the sketchbook with an eye-roll.
"What are you ashamed of? They're fine pieces,"
"It's not that," you clutch the book to your chest. "It's just- uh- weird, isn't it?"
Vil scoffs. "I'm weird?"
"NO! I meant- I didn't even know you, and I drew you almost every day- that isn't... strange?"
He takes a moment to study you, your body language, the embarrassed look on your face. From head to toe. And then he smiles, warmly.
"I am in a dorm with Rook. There are very, very few things that I find strange now. You admire me- I'm flattered,"
He gingerly takes sketchbook out of your arms and opens it again. "Not to mention, you have an artistic eye that any director would kill for."
You stand there, a little dumbfounded, but mostly very, very grateful that he's your friend, and that you can laugh about this together.
"I'm... well... thank you," you finally say.
Vil smirks, and pinches your cheek. "You're precious. Now, back to work. I want this room over with. These paintings won't frame themselves, will they?"
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So I love being bit during sex, what do you think the brothers are like about biting? Who would like to bite where and how much? Who's got some nice sharp fangs? Would they pull you into a quick make out session just to mark you up if they felt possessive? Idk just biting in general is so hot
Oooooooooh anon you beautiful creature, a thousand smooches for you!!! I LOVE biting, and our boys do too ;) I’m gonna include all the brothers on this one, I may do the dateables too in a different post if there’s interest! Dateables found here
Love Bites
Lucifer:
The prideful first born isn’t typically prone to biting but absolutely will if it gets you to make that sultry noise again. Lucifer bites gently but in a way that makes you feel owned! Normally biting on your inner thighs or low on your collar bone so it can be covered by clothing, he can’t have the gossips at RAD Asmodeus talking about you covered in his marks all day. Then again, if his brothers piss him off, are taking up too much of your time and preventing him from spending quality time with you? He absolutely will leave visible marks, just to remind them who you belong to.
Mammon:
Listen, Mams loves to be bitten. But only by you. He’s the second highest ranking whore in the house after all, but he’s your whore. He never really cared for it before you came along, but the moment you bit down on his neck during one particularly hot make out session…his whole world changed. Mammon has the perfect set of fangs that send you half way to the celestial realm when he lightly scrapes them across the skin on your neck right before he leaves a massive hickey. Our greedy boy has also been known to pull you into an impromptu make out sesh in a fit of jealousy because some lower demon was looking at you a little too long or talking to you a little to sweetly. All areas are fair game when Mammon starts biting, but his favorite spots are your thighs, chest, lower stomach and of course neck so everyone can see his fang marks.
Leviathan:
Poor Levi is normally too scared to bite, full of “What if I hurt you?” “What if I do it wrong?” “What if you think it’s gross after I do it?” The best way to shut him up? Bite him on the side of his neck. The result will be the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard the little weeb make…along with the brightest red blush. Eventually Levi will gain the confidence to bite you back and once he does he’s very gentle with it, applying just enough pressure to qualify as a bite but not enough to possibly hurt you. He’s too new to the whole thing to really have a favorite place to bite you but on him? Uh, totally not a gentle little nibble on his ear, that does uh, nothing for him…what a normie thing to ask…
Satan:
Satan has always loved to play fight/wrestle with you in that cute way that couples do in his romance novels, rolling around on the bed laughing at each other, but he never expected you to playfully bite him…and he never expected to moan like that either. Satan bites softly and whispers how much he loves you as he does it, even when he does bite hard during sex he’s constantly praising you and telling you how much you mean to him. Satan adores biting up and down your legs and arms, gently biting at your wrists before places kisses on the palm of your hands. He also loves when you bite his shoulders and stomach, he secretly loves to rile you up until you’re annoyed or slightly angry so you’ll bite harder, the sensation from your bite paired with you indulging in his sin a little makes his head dizzy.
Asmodeus:
The queen himself loves to bite and be bitten but ONLY in the areas that feel good, unless of course this is a punishment~~ Asmo considers sex a work of art and you are his stunning blank canvas, perfect for sinking his fangs into. He loves every inch of you but really enjoys biting those spots that make you writhe against the mattress and if those spots are easy access during a make out then you bet they’re fair game even when in public.
Beelzebub:
Our gentle giant usually bites on complete accident, getting carried away while kissing your soft lips or caught up in the way you feel as he rails you into the mattress. Beel is prone biting at your lips, the first time is usually a mistake but then he’ll do it on purpose, gently pulling and sucking at your puffy lip. He’s also known to bite down on your shoulder/neck while fucking you, between the sharp sting of his thick fangs in your skin and the deep grunts filling your ear you have to grab the bed/pillow/headboard or nearest object to ground yourself. Beel thinks it’s cute when you bite him, it doesn’t hurt but it definitely makes him feel something with how quick he is to pin you down after.
Belphegor:
In true brat fashion Belphie bites at any given time. The two of you are cuddling and you’re texting a brother for too long? Bite. You guys are sitting in class and you move making him lose his comfy headrest? Bite. Never tell him to bite your ass…he’ll do it. In fact, he actually likes doing it because he loves how you react be it annoyed, pissed off or horny. If you into biting and bite back then making out usually ends up with you two sloppily kissing and biting each other’s necks, biting a little harder each time just to see how much pain the other can take, before getting handsy and taking things to the bedroom.
#obey me smut#obey me lucifer smut#obey me mammon smut#obey me beelzebub smut#obey me satan smut#obey me leviathan smut#obey me asmo smut#obey me belphegor smut#midnight thirsts
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“Dark Kissing:” 🫦 nsfw, making a Vampire Bride in “Our Blood is Thicker:”
(Ascended) Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | E | 2.6K of the Nsfw Dark Kiss
Art by co-creator and illustrator @marimosalad , NSFW version on X
Summary: Cordehelia rouses herself to feed, but the Dark Kiss is far more dangerous than merely awakening. She must be checked, subdued, brought under control by her love and creator by any means necessary
CW: Rough Sex turns Romantic, blood kink, hair pulling, Feral Vampires getting freaky, The Knee™️, (lovingly) Dom!Ascended Astarion, my interpretation of Van Richten’s “Guide to Vampires” 2e, heartbeat kink, nothing like feral sex followed by soft cuddling aftercare
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Chapter 19: Dark Kissing…
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“Astarion…” she purred, voice thickened with his blood, a bit strange on her tongue, as if she savored every letter in his name.
But that strangeness hardly registered, his body winding tight with lust as he looked into her own crimson eyes, as her lips drank him down for the first time. He could feel himself inside her, coursing in her veins, pumping in her whole body, not just that sweet, slick channel he longed to fuck into once more. Something deep inside him unlocked, robust and powerful and all consuming.
Blood ran down her chin, a sight that made his every breath race from his slack-mouthed, fang-licking grin. Her lips were cool on his wrist, warming hotter the more of him she drank. “Oh, my love,” he groaned, slinking to straddle her prone body between his thighs. “I could watch you swallow me down for hours…”
“You have, my love,” she chuckled, thick and deep in her chest as she hardly broke from his flesh.
A flash filled his mind, stronger than their tadpoles, their bodies and minds and souls as one. It was as if he relived every time she had sucked his cock, tasting himself on her tongue, feeling the way her throat closed with all the cum he spewed countless times over countless years. Instantly, his cock strained again against his leathers, that claustrophobic feeling of clothing suffocating his ever-growing desire.
His need to have her.
And yet she drank more. Until his skin began to tear, his head growing slightly light. “Enough, Cordehlia,” he whispered, a grind of his hips above her, his wrist freeing from her mouth.
Only to be ripped back by her fiercely strong grip once more. “But you taste so good, my love,” she crooned, “and I am just so hungry.”
Astarion recalled all that reading, gritting his teeth as he pulled against her, fought against the way both her hands clawed into his arm. “You will listen to me,” he ordered. Louder. “You must stop, or else you will die.”
Her voice made him shiver, unnatural and dark. “I think that’s already happened, hasn’t it?” One last musical laugh from her bloodstained lips, and she sank her newborn fangs into his forearm to feed all the more.
A growl on his lips, Astarion dug deep into whatever new well of power, of strength lay inside him. Never mind the way his heart actually began to rap harder in his chest, in lust and in fear. “You will listen to me, Cordehlia,” he hissed through clenched fangs. Wrestling his arm from her mouth, he felt every muscle in her body move to attack, ready to spring. Wanting more. “Ah, ah,” he smiled, darkly, determinedly. Catching her hands, he pinned them over her head, staying them with all the strength he could find, even as she thrashed and kicked and snapped her teeth. “Little Raven, I promised you I would save you, now you have to trust me just a little further. You are still being remade, turning into something so beautiful, so fierce I can hardly believe it. Why don’t we try a little something else to busy your lips and tongue with, hmm?”
A roar from her mouth, she bucked him off, sending him clean off the bed. Astarion braced himself against the wall, feeling less dizzy and stronger the less she drank. Somehow, his body knew what to do, more than that which was just between lovers. He knew he had to subdue her, keep her safe, lest she endanger herself.
A duck of his head, and he dove out of her tackle. Wild and crazed with bloodlust, she might be, but all that grace was yet to come back to her. He gripped her by the back of her shirt, his fingers easily tearing through that linen, baring her even paler flesh for him to see at last. “Come on, Cordehlia,” he laughed as she turned, eyes narrowed and breasts heaving with her pants, “you used to put up a better fight as a girl.”
Yes…. She took the bait, racing for him blindly, only to be shoved from behind and laid flat out on the floor at the foot of the bed. She froze for that moment, wind knocked out of her, even though her undead lungs required none of that now. He needed to finish this, needed to subdue her in more than one way. His hands ran down her back, lightly tracing over the bumps of her spine. “I’m going to strip you, my darling, going to take your mind off that pit in your stomach. You hunger, and I can sense how painful it is, my love. Let me ease that pain.”
“Want me… to say please?” She panted, breathless as she gasped for air.
“If you’d like, my darling…” he wasted no second of his advantage, shimmying down her trousers, ripping them like paper with such ease in his new and powerful hands.
“Fuck you, Astarion,” she grunted trying to get up, but he just covered her backside with his whole body and grabbed for her hands again to capture them against the floor.
“That is the idea, my love,” he tried to chuckle, the same jibe as they had made many times before. But never like this. Never with every instinct in his ascendant brain screaming at him to claim her and finish the task at hand. He settled heavily on her back, pushing her as hard as he could into the ground to keep her steady, her two cold hands in one of his, he tugged off his shirt and freeded the laces of his breeches.
But for all the pounding drumming in his head that could have blinded him, he looked down at her. Pinned, subdued, ready and panting and sweating.
He didn’t see some creation half-made. Didn’t see a servant or slave for his use.
It was her, addled and unsure and newborn. Lusty and scared. And he tried to slow that reborn and foreign beating in his chest.
“Cordehlia,” he leaned forward, tracing the pad of his tongue up her chilled, pointed ear. “My sweet, I’ve got you.”
Still she fought, twitching and jerking under his hold, but his hands rested on each of hers to slide them next to that mess of fiery red hair. He could see her breathing so hard as her skin pulled between her ribs. She needed calming, claiming… he suckled on that cool right ear, forcing the urge to bite into her flesh again back into his stomach. Something inside her purred, her voice maybe, her soul perhaps. But whatever it was, he did it again. And again. Suckling on the edges of her ear as it twitched. Feeling her flesh mildly warm now with his blood flooding her and her lust taking command.
Her breathing grew softer, steadier and less frantic, he sensed her rising heat, smelled the way slick began to gather between her folds. His cock jolted to feel her begin to buck beneath him, almost grinding against the floor as her hunger traveled below her belly to simmer lower and stronger. Shifting carefully if quickly, his knees spread her wider, his sharp ears hearing her arousal dripping to the wood beneath them.
The way she raised her hips ever so slightly as he slipped between her thighs drew some kind of noise from his throat. Feral. Hungry. He loved it, laying his whole length down to cover her head to toe. Her skin was cold, a strange shiver raced down his spine as he pressed her into the floor. As he pushed her apart, letting his cock slip in so naturally, so slowly, finding that wet and tight warmth he craved more than air.
A low purr seemed to sound from her, her back arching against his chest. She hissed, a little roll of her hips, pleading for more of him. raising herself against him, she wriggled his cock deeper, bracing for his thrusts to begin. “Please, Astarion,” she breathed, voice honey-thick in her throat, “you wouldn’t leave your Bride unsatisfied, would you?”
Bride. At the word, he groaned loudly, fangs wet as he smiled, shoving his cock deeper inside as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. “Never, my darling,” he rasped. Another guttural noise, and he released one hand from hers, wrapping that length of bright fiery hair around his hand once… twice, and yanking her head back slightly. “You are mine forever now, my love until the stars fall down.”
Warm lips pressed against the cool ivory of her neck, careful to keep his teeth covered, lest he stir awake her bloodlust again. But Cordehlia wasted no time, slamming and wriggling her cunt against his cock, easing forward to easy back again.
A hiss rushed from his mouth against her skin each time she dared to move. Finally, he rocked into her ever so slightly, letting his cock sink all the way into her, letting that aching, pulsing head brush against that edge of her channel. Curling, she snapped her hips hard against him, stealing his breath.
Another snap, and he groaned, that insatiable hunger for her growing unbearable. That reality of his freedom, his power starting to course in his veins as she bucked back against him with even more fervor. “You’re an eager little thing,” he sighed, running his tongue over the scars on her neck, taking her ear into the warm, wet of his mouth once more. “I like you this eager,” whispering, he savored the way she shuddered beneath him.
“Then give me some of your own eagerness back, won’t you? I would hate to do all the work for you… my lord…”
Enough of coyness and carefulness he decided as he grasped her head, pulling her mouth to his to assume control. He needed her on his tongue again, needed to devour and consume and dance with her lips as they had a thousand times. “I love you,” his words breathed between her lips as he sucked more of her with each kiss. “I never want to do this with anyone but you ever again.”
A wish he had made once, so long ago under the elven forest and stars.
He could almost smell the woods near their homes, almost hear that babbling stream and feel the moss beneath them as every sinew sought the release they both craved. Thrust after thrust, he could feel her pressure rising, the way her thighs began to shake, her mouth panting and sighing heavily against his open lips. He could taste himself on her tongue yet, that rich iron, that tingling sensation of power, the same that raced down his nerves… and just like that, he knew she was about to seek more of him.
Drink more of him.
A yank of her hair in that fist, and he pulled her off his flesh just as her own razor-fangs snapped shut. “Tch, naughty, my bride,” he teased. A trail of caresses down her spine, and he raised himself. One hand rested on her shoulders, hair tugged just tight enough, he slipped his warming touch around her hips. Her clit was hard, aching and easy to find, and it was so simple to circle it. To make her moan for him, to raise her ass up just that little bit higher and take him all the deeper. To angle himself as he slammed into that spot inside that he knew better than she did herself.
He chewed into his own lip, clenching hard but not to draw blood. No, he needed her sated. Pleasured. Flooded with the bliss they shared now.
Lord and Bride.
Maker and beautiful creation.
Her pleasure tore into him, every muscle that clenched around him pounded as if his own. Her voice cried his name, that she loved him… her sweet words panted over and over again as she crumbled to the floor, boneless, bloodless, hot, and writhing.
Slowly, he pulled out, turning her on her back, longing more than anything to see her smile. Radiant, breathtaking, her breasts heaved as she caught her wind, her hair streaked over her damp and sweating face, and most beautifully, she smiled at him through her bliss. Her little fangs peeked beneath her rosy lips, her tongue wetting her mouth as she pulled those fiery, loose strands from her cheeks and chin.
Reverently, his own hands helped to clear her forehead, strand by precious strand. Laying his body atop hers, a groan slipped from his lips as she raised her hips to slot his cock back into her seeping, wet folds. He breathed her name, believing for the first time that she was with him again, saved.
Now made of one flesh.
Sharing one blood.
A blood that ran hot and thick forever between them.
He couldn’t hold her close enough, couldn’t thrust into her smoothly or deeply enough. He couldn’t taste enough of her on his tongue or feel her slightly chilled breath sweep into his own lung in any amount that would satisfy. His fingers gripped against the back of her head, weaving tightly again into that mess of her locks, the other wrapped firmly around her breast, the hard, cool nipple pressing into his palm like stone as he gripped it, as it swayed in time with his taking of her.
That tether between their bodies, that bond between their minds, something within them snapped taut, his heart beating in her chest, his very essence hers too. Every sensation between their bodies doubled, coursing harder as he drove her to the edge of her climax, thrown there himself as her side. She clawed at his back of ancient scars, body arching and trembling as she groaned her love for him again.
And this time, he followed, pouring every last bit of himself into her, making and remaking her anew. His cock shuddered, jolt after jolt of pleasure bursting from his core into hers. Seed seeped, hot and slick and mixed into one as he lowered himself into her arms.
Nestled into that bloodied crook of her neck, he could do nothing but breathe, forcing his eyes to remain open, to assure himself that this was it. That it was done.
That every little bit of trust she had put in him was replaced tenfold. And would be repaid again for the rest of their immortal lives.
Touch ghosting up and down his back, she smiled against his forehead, lips pressing their strange, cool kiss just beneath the edge of his curls. “I love you…” she whispered, almost imperceptible. Almost inside her own mind.
With a grunt of effort, he slipped from inside her, a tender kiss on her lips before he reached up and over the top of the bed to grab for the blood red covers. The heavy fabric fluttered as he draped it over them both, as his hands tucked it around her shoulders, her back. “I love you, my darling…” he kissed her cheek, “my consort…” he kissed her forehead before staring softly into those searching, crimson eyes, “…my bride.”
Astarion pulled her into his chest, rolling her to rest against his warm flesh and racing heart. “Rest, my love, we have eternity to make up for lost time now.”
His hands traced through the softness of the blanket, and his warmth seeped into her skin. She wouldn’t let it out from her lips just yet, how strange it was now to be the one corpse-cold, to be the lover to seek the warmth of her love. But as she nuzzled closer into that perfect dip in the muscles of his chest, she smiled.
A tear leaked from her eye.
To hear that ancient pattern of his heart beating beneath her ear again.
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Hey. Maybe not the place. But people treat your ask box like a forum so 🙏 I thought I was ace because porn does nothing for me and I only like erotica/doujinshi if I like the characters. But I recently discovered watching wrestling does something for me. Is this really weird? How do I know where I fit?
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I will gleefully embrace the identity of basement-dwelling gremlin who prefers horny fiction to actually dating or having sex with other people.
But porn tastes aren't what defines sexual orientation.
Neither is willingness to get off the couch.
Are you attracted to people, anon? That's usually how people define the various identities on that spectrum: no attraction, very occasional attraction way below what's seen as commonplace, attraction only when you know someone well, etc. (Which, of course, brings up the question of what level is "normal" and whether someone's judging based on Hollywood nonsense or on what's actually typical.)
For me personally, mainstream porno movies have actors I find un-hot wearing clothing I find libido-killing in ugly environments with bad lighting and camerawork. The scenarios lack the psychological depth needed to interest me, and there's little sense of intimacy.
This has nothing to do with orientation and everything to do with film craft.
Doujinshi of characters I'm already familiar with have a lot more context for what's going on, and this can add a lot of zing to kinks or increase the apparent intimacy.
Wrestling has plotlines. It has deeply charismatic stars. It has different body types than a lot of porn. There's nothing odd about finding it hot but not liking the porno movies you've been exposed to.
Plenty of people prefer all of the horny film festival favorites of the 90s to actual porno movies. It seems like funding dried up for those kinds of movies for a decade or two, but they used to be common.
I preferred the kinkier ones. Crash, for example, was a staple of my teenage viewing. Not the cringey one that won too many awards: the pervert one with the eight billion scenes of people licking each other's scars like they were performing oral.
It really digs into the psychology of kink... in addition to being far more visually beautiful and starring far hotter people than most of the commercial porn I've seen. Same deal with The Pillow Book or ¡Átame! or Maurice or Bound.
I've been seeing articles lately talking about a return to 90s levels of sex in arty movies. People point to the likes of Call Me By Your Name and Saltburn.
Live action commercial porno movies do vary, obviously, but it's just so, so, so common to find them tacky or boring while liking other forms of porn, even other live action sex scenes.
Hell, even for poorly shot stuff, I've never seen even amateur porn capture the vibes of this one long-deleted youtube video of a guy giving a lecture on anal massage and treating his subject like a prop while lecturing to a big group of onlookers.
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Sometimes, people just aren't very into casual sex, and horny art where they can fantasize about people who actually know each other is better than horny art about the pizza delivery guy. Sure, there are pornos that try to have more plot, but porn stars are generally good at being porn stars, not at subtle and naturalistic acting.
Wrestlers are hardly subtle, but they do do different acting from your average porno, and there's more continuing plotline. Unless you mean... like... college wrestling? (In which case, Kink.com has or had some series where people wrestle to decide who gets to top. Wrestling is hardly a niche interest.)
For kinksters, the context and psychology often matter a lot. Showing an object with a lot of cultural baggage, like shiny black leather, can be hot, but the viewer might need more, and your average porno isn't geared up to provide that.
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Anyway, if you want to determine your own orientation, your interest in art isn't necessarily going to help that much.
If you're only rarely attracted to people, and you have to know them well first, you could be demisexual, but you could equally well be shy or nervous or depressed or repressed or too busy and stressed to spend much time noticing your own feelings—or just surrounded by people who aren't your type. Only your personal interpretation of your internal experience can determine which it is.
But no, being horny for wrestling is not weird.
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Everything Great About a Match: Troy Baker v Rick Egan (bgeast.com)
Everything Great About a Match: +4
Troy Baker v Rick Egan (bgeast.com)
SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.
So let's begin: +1: For Troy and that flawless body of course. The man's got those golden muscles that put all of us to shame. No wonder Rick's intimidated by all that, the poor guy's got nothing on the one and only Troy Baker.
Troy: You afraid to take your shirt off?!
Our guys start off shirtless in pants before stripping away to the main event!
That look on Rick's face ... All he needs to do is flash those biceps, give his opponent a look, and he's already won.
+1: I love this version of the confident and assertive Troy. It's a thing of beauty to watch our Troy blossom into a fully composed, wrestler who can take anything Rick throws at him.
I love Troy gagging his opponent to shut him up before fixing his hair. I love the dominance here. This isn't the Troy Baker of previous matches.
Fix your hair, put some 200+ pound opponent out; you know the usual.
It's not all smooth sailing but Troy has enough in that sexy body of his to overcome this setback.
+1: For this move whatever it's called, a standing surfboard-leglock combo? Whatever it is, that Troy Baker physique truly makes this hold a work of art. I mean you can see every defining muscle on the man, damn!
+1: For Troy finally getting the victory he deserves. I mean check out this long, exhaustive rear choke with Rick barely fighting back. Troy locks in the hold and wraps around Rick like a python and the guy can't (or more likely won't) get out of it. I don't fault the guy. Anytime spent with this dominant, alpha Troy is worth it in my opinion.
Troy masters his opponent, turning Rick into a jobber.
At one point Rick begins moaning and making unintelligible noises. It's nighty night time. Stick a pin in Egan, the man is done.
------- Everything Great About this Match: +4
So there you have it. This is another side of the famous Troy Baker that we've all been craving. The wrestling is not what we are here for fellas. This match was setup to show us all the dominant version of Troy we all knew he could be. After countless matches where our man has fallen at the feet of heels, this is his time to shine.
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FIC REC WEEK 43 – ENEMIES TO LOVERS
(First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 15,195 Tags: Metaphorical Pigtail-Pulling, Getting Together, Wholesome Steve
Summary: Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.
Reasons why I love it: To me, this fic is one of the corner stones of the Stony fandom. It's one of the first fics that got me into this pairing, so it holds a very special place in my heart. I can quote parts of it from memory, it's that good. So if you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor and get right on it. I promise you'll love it just as much as I do.
Citation Needed by elwenyere, FestiveFerret
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 30,570 Tags: College AU, Professors Steve and Tony, History Mystery
Summary: Historian Tony Stark has one year to get his book about WWII weapons technology under contract before he goes up for Full Professor at Stanley College. There's only one chapter left to finish, which is supposed to explain Peggy Carter's involvement with something called "Project Rebirth," but there are two problems: his trail of evidence goes cold every time he encounters references to an enigmatic soldier named Steven Rogers, and his stress levels shoot through the roof every time he runs into the endlessly frustrating new hire in Fine Arts, Dr. Grant.
Reasons why I love it: I was following along as this story was posted, and each new update was the highlight of week, every time. The plot is so intricate and well thought out that it feels almost like a murder mystery, and I absolutely adore the ending. This fic is incredible, and you should definitely read it, if you haven't already!
the girl with the modern face by isozyme
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 26,881 Tags: Crossdressing, Internalized Homophobia, Lingerie
Summary: “Nice to meet you. I’m Steve Rogers,” Steve said, sticking his hand out and trying to wrestle the interaction back into something normal. “I know, sweetheart,” Tony said, ignoring his hand. “Rescue told me all about you.” “Did you make her?” Steve asked. It had been implied that Tony was a tech-man, and she said he was her boss. It would fit together. “Yes, the armor, that was me; she’s my bodyguard,” Tony said archly. “Impressed?” The only good thing about the future is Tony Stark's bodyguard, Rescue. She's beautiful in her red and gold armor, and Steve will never know who she is.
Reasons why I love it: As always, isozyme's grasp on the prejudices Steve might have due to his background is impeccable. Also, Tony crossdressing as Rescue is such a kickass concept that I wish I'd thought of it myself. The characterizations and dialogues are perfect all the way through, and I especially love the character development in Steve. This fic is one of my favorites, so I really hope you give it a shot!
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Moodboards for @camhues
So, I've been getting a bit bored with my life lately and decided I needed to do something to get busy. My art skills are killing me and I'm trying to practice but I gave up for a while. Then I'm scrolling through Tumblr and admiring everyone's amazing OC's and I wish I could draw like them and some of them are underrated more than should be so...Why not just celebrate them ?! I can't for my own life draw anything good but what I can do is find good aesthetic choices and I love making moodboards and such for characters. So that's what I'm doing for OC's of people who need more attention ! Today we are starting with the beautiful and talented @camhues. If you don't know them, she is a artist of Tumblr mostly known for her LMK OC's and does a lot of doodles with them. And she makes only women and OH MY GOD, THESE ARE THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMEN IN MY LIFE AHH- Enough, I need to get on. She has a lot and I did one for all of them ! (Sheesh-) Or at least the ones I know. So Here's the Moodboards for them and a quick summary of what I think of them.
First off, Mama Jun. Her main OC from what I know and sort of a mother figure to MK and a reincarnation like Pigsy and Tang. Um, she's so gorgeous. I want that braid and the simplistic design works in her favor because there is something so simple and charming about her when I look at her. Also, her Mama-Son bond with MK is adorable-
Then there is Daiyu who from what I know is a Plant-Controller Demoness...or something ? Oh, and she's shipped with Red Son and their name is RedJade. Not as simplistic as Jun but it works in her favor here because she could step on me and I wouldn't be offended. Just let me smell the roses you grow, Daiyu !
Next here is Ling who is a Jade Maiden and is probably one of my current favorites. One of the simpler designs which I love and the lore behind her is also something I wanna find out. Her aesthetic was something I struggled with but it worked out. And as for who she is dating, it is unclear as Cam said she could be with one of three characters. Azure, Wukong or Macaque- I think she and Azure would be really cute-
Here we have Miss Suyin, secretary to the Spider Queen and Resident Mommy according to those who repost her- That's why I added that 'Mommy, sorry-' picture, I couldn't skip the joke. This woman is one of the many reasons I like women with glasses and she's a spider and her 4 eyes look cool-
Another one of my favorites, Baozhu. A Monkey Painter who is someone who I really wanna exist in real life so I can touch her fur and hair because it looks so fluffy ! I mean, look at this girlie ! She's FLOOFY ! I wanna touch the floof ! <333
And now we have domineering Lady in Ao Jiang who from that name I believe is somehow related to Ao Lie ? And is part of Mei's family ? I don't know that much yet but yeah, I love this one. Also, the little jewels hanging from her horns ? *Chef's kiss*
Space Lady Polaris who is giving me stars in my eyes for how cute she looks alone. She looks like someone who would be waiting in my dreams so I could just talk to her. I don't wanna burden her with my troubles though-
Brave Knight of the Falling Stars Asterius who I think might be related to Polaris in some way. They are both Space related in a way. I wonder if there is a connection ? But I love how she looks. She seems like a tomboy and I love tomboy characters :)
Lychee, Oh Lychee, how I tried to do justice for you ! But your aesthetic was something I couldn't nail down much. But at least I added real Lychee's for your sake and put some baking and wrestling into it. Please don't hit me...Or you can. You're gorgeous as you are friking intimidating. For a wrestler and a baker anyway.
Meihua who is honestly one of the most wholesome characters I have seen in a while. She gives me hopeless romantic vibes which I tried to add in here. The flowers for his florist work as well and mainly pink for this one because it matches her hair. Younger me would've loved her while current me thinks she's a lovable character who needs protection.
This woman, however, doesn't need protection as she can use her heels to murder her way through the crowd. Xin Yan, everyone. An evil woman who is gorgeous and she knows it. I heard she was a dancer and singer and the owner of a nightclub so that inspired this a lot. Xin Yan looks like she could kill me with a stare...and I would thank her for it.
Zhenzhu who I don't know much about but damn I really wanna give her a hug because she looks so sad in this picture. She's a handmaiden from what I know for the Empress of Heaven. HOW IS SHE A HANDMAIDEN WITH THE LOOKS OF A GODDESS ??
Chenguang is the ancestor of Jun who once went on the Journey to the West disguised as a man. Her aesthetic was hard to nail down but I eventually went for one that has themes of independence, journeys and outdoor backgrounds.
Ehuang who I thought was another version of Wyldfyre from Ninjago: Dragons Rising. If I didn't know she couldn't control fire, I would've thought fire would be her entire thing. That's why I added boiling water. Along with potions and lots of red.
And last of the OC'S, Chyou ! Who I really don't know much about except for the fact she is an Egret Celestial. So she's graceful as the bird itself and as beautiful as it as well. She is really lovely and the flowers in her hair are a nice touch <3 And that's all the OC's belonging to @camhues ! Or at least the ones I know. If I missed anything, I apologize and I'll make one for them on another day. But for now, have this. These were so much fun to make ! :)
Also, Cam, if you are looking at this, this is for you:
This moodboard is for you ! Don't take this the wrong way but you give me Chaotic Academia vibes- That's not an insult ! I'm sorry, your art is lovely and should be viewed by everyone ! Maybe I'll do this again but I don't know yet. I have to find time to do so. For now, have these gorgeous women ! And guys, please go and take a look as Cam's stuff. They are a very talented artist with a unique style and just a lot of women who you will grow to love ! For now, I'm Vee and I'll see you later when I can :D
All these beautiful characters belong to @camhues (Do not steal from her)
#Vivo's Moodboards#not my oc#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#lmk oc#lmk oc; jun#lmk oc; daiyu#lmk oc; ling#lmk oc; suyin#lmk oc; baozhu#lmk oc; ao jiang#lmk oc; polaris#lmk oc; asterius#lmk oc; lychee#lmk oc; meihua#lmk oc; xīn yán#lmk oc; ehuang#lmk oc; chenguang#lmk oc; chyou#lmk oc; Zhēnzhu#Oh my God look at all these tags-
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Recently read these manga and manhwa with gay relationships:
☀️ The Summer Hikaru Died: liked it lots, wish it were complete. The creepy art style took some getting used to, I didn’t like how unnerving even normal people looked at first but I ended up loving how the art fits its genre. Mystery + horror + a sort of love I like, occupying the twilight zone between platonic, romantic and goodness knows what*. The theme of grief is executed well, very moving, and thumbs up for the other complicated feelings the characters wrestle with. From the Chinese words/kanji, I can tell that the title is “The Summer the Light Died”, which makes me go ahhhhh. I’d like to have the reassurance that there will be a happy ending, because I feel like there could be a melancholy one.
* I like amorphous kinds of love. Qijiu from the danmei book SVSSS has that too (don’t look this pair up if you haven’t read SVSSS, it’s spoilery). The phrase that comes to mind is 犹抱琵琶半遮面, ie, (a musician) “covering half their face with the pipa in their arms”. The beauty of things only semi-revealed.
🎥 Twilight Out of Focus and its sister series: enjoyed them. My favourite character is the film director with semi-long hair who’s capable, strong-willed, outspoken, and competitive, tempered by a softer side (the thing he’s loud and passionate about besides filmmaking is BL, of all things. But I didn’t know he swung that way until he got his own manga series. Should have seen that coming). That tends to be a winning combination of physical and personality attributes in my book, I always fall for this type of character, but I’d be on edge if I had to deal with such people in real life because their cut-throat attitude would be, well, cutting.
🧼 Ten Count: can relate to the mysophobia. Interesting premise! Enjoyed it. But I feel like it was dragged down a little by the smut. I have mixed feelings about saying that, because on one hand, smut is always welcome, but on the other hand, I wish there was a greater focus on the process of overcoming the ten mysophobic points beyond the romance and smut. Another downside is pretty-boy same-face syndrome.
🪞 The Black Mirror: there are a number of imperfections but I was hooked because I like mystery.
If anyone has recommendations, I’m all ears! BL manga is new to me (previously, I think I’ve only read the comedy about the guy who realised he’s stuck in a BL world, haha).
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(Not BL)
Read a number of chapters of Liar Game. I don’t know why the author is drawing manga instead of messing with the stock market or committing fraud or financial world domination. Big-brained stuff. I tend to read comics fast/skim-read so I found it challenging to think deeply about the strategies; even following along is tough. (Edited to add: the ending was really, really bad.)
Caught up with the more recent chapters of Spy x Family and Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan. Loved both. Regarding Spy x Family, I thought I couldn’t love it more but it turns out I could; the recent arc about the old female soldier is wonderful, overturns some gender norms to an extent hardly seen in media. Also, I really like Yuri and Fiona; they’re both capable, good-looking, and—importantly—very funny. Fiona is amazing in the anime, her voice actress adds a special spark of life to the duality of her character.
#the summer hikaru died#hikaru ga shinda natsu#twilight out of focus#tasogare outfocus#spy x family#ten count#10 count#the black mirror#life lessons with uramichi oniisan#liar game#manga#manhwa#manga recommendations#my stuff
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a personal struggle + an education
this is all just gigi's opinions + thoughts
Reader, I'm struggling with empathy right now.
Don't worry, I'm not suffering from a personality pathology, I promise I am quite sympathetic and empathetic. It's just battling the feeling of wanting to be kind but also seeing a major problem and knowing I need to get it off my chest.
Let me give it to yall straight (with tweaked/paraphrased details to protect privacy and not to out anyone):
I saw a favorite loass coach/twt account/subliminal creator make fun of an "old timey" English sentence either from Neville Goddard or Edward Art. They proceeded to say that they "hate" it and "why can't they just say it simpler". and then someone else commented "they're talking bullshit fr".
The convo thread on twt devolved into an echo chamber that essentially boiled down to the old fool's adage "If I don't understand it, it must be stupid and not worth it."
This really triggered me because
The phrase quoted was not that hard to understand.
It was clear these women were not educated
Why am I judging or mad at people for their ignorance? (this is why I kept quiet on twt and went here to vent. I acknowledge that two things can be true, I can be kind and still be honest.)
I was and currently am still wrestling with these things within me.
On one hand I don't want to judge. I want to be inclusive and welcoming and supportive.
On the other hand - yall don't look educated, yall wind up looking dumb.
I'll say a harsh truth yall and you can go argue with a damn wall but I know I'm right: stupidity is not cute.
My Hot Take (not so hot when you think about it)
The Law of Assumption rewards those who feed their mind with knowledge
Before you argue with me, think about it. Seriously.
I don't want to seem ableist if someone suffers from dyslexia or if someone struggles in school. It's totally okay to have different paths to learning. The importance is still obtaining the information. You can read or listen to the audiobook, etc. The paths to knowledge are varied but in the end the result is the same - THE KNOWING.
The "old timey" sentence that the creator complained about COULD BE READ BY NINTH GRADERS BECAUSE OF SHAKESPEARE EXPOSURE.
That's why I was exasperated. They were complaining about English (the only language in which they are fluent) that is regularly taught to 14 year olds.
Guys. Stand up. Please stand the fuck up.
Who in this world is gonna take you seriously without BASIC COMPETENCY in literature or math?
Lemme roast some of yall if you want to disagree:
Yall wanna be master manifesters and claim to understand the double slit experiment but can't even name the fundamental laws of science or explain them.
Yall wanna be successful in your businesses and don't know how to calculate your profits.
Yall wanna be seen as intellectuals who "understand" more than the majority of the population and yall can't even fucking read Descartes or Shakespeare.
Yall wanna be content creators and don't know how to proofread.
One time I bought an affirmation tape that came with a pdf with all the affirmations listed. The tape itself was excellent but the pdf was riddled with errors! It makes me sad because something that can help change your life, like a sleep tape to saturate, "cheapens" in its authenticity at the price of minor errors. Sigh.
Let me tell you that 100% you can be successful in this world just by going to the end and claiming it.
BUT YOU LOSE A LOT OF TREASURE BY NOT GIVING YOURSELF THE TOOLS TO DIG FOR IT.
THERE IS SO MUCH FOUNDATIONAL INFORMATION WITHIN THESE "OLD TIMEY" TEXTS.
and if you don't like any of it and just wanna watch sammy ingram and manifest like that THEN GO AHEAD BUT DONT CLAIM TO NOT UNDERSTAND A SENTENCE AND THEN CALL IT BULLSHIT.
just be honest and own it!
be honest that you don't wanna read, that you don't wanna be academic and that's 100% okay and you're still beautiful and worth everything but
do not put down the value of what is being said just because you don't understand it
That's why I am frustrated, reader.
I am educated enough to recognize when someone's ignorance is just that - ignorance.
But I am human enough to be annoyed.
So please give yourselves some grace and take the time to appreciate knowledge. Without the knowledge of the law of assumption, we wouldn't all be here interacting with one another.
xx, gigi
p.s. for those of you who are more familiar with reading the Bible via the law of assumption lens - I beg you to think of Solomon. He was asked by God what he would like and Solomon chose wisdom over material things. Why is that? Because through wisdom comes the ability to know how to obtain all one's desires. Food for thought.
#gigiwrites#loassblog#law of assumption#loass#loassumption#manifestation#affirm and persist#affirmations#neville goddard#self concept#manifesting#edward art#master manifestor#law of assumption blog#robotic affirming#subliminal#subliminals#knowledge#wisdom#intelligence#learning#learn#fulfillment
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Ilost Character Biography:
Father name: Unknown
Mother name: Unknown
Aliases: Ilost, Fjalar, Dregor, etc.
Stats:
First Age Elf
Birthplace: Brithombar
Race: Sindar, Falathrim
Occupation: Thief, Assassin, Treasure-Hunter, Peddler and Con-Man
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Looks:
Very tall for an ellon
Black choppy hair that falls past his shoulder, bangs are also long and usually obscures his features
Lean though muscled, his well-defined back and shoulders suggests that he is a climber
Sharp stone gray eyes that sometimes appear darker
Olive undertone skin, sometimes looks a little grey
High bridged nose with well-defined cheekbones
A mysterious air clings over him, off putting to some
Dressed in a strange assortment of clothes, seemingly of mortal make. He often wears earthy tones or dark colors suited for the shadows. On his narrow hips sit two daggers, as well as his skeleton keys (some new, others ancient), and hidden from sight are his burglar tools.
Artwork: Here and Here by myself (also just tagged on this blog w/ his name) and Here and Here by my friend (@loremastering ) (she's made so much beautiful art it's hard to only pick two :') )
Smell:
Smoky campfire scent mixed with nag champa and an underlying deep musk
Sound:
Voice is on the deeper side, and typically he speaks in a low volume unless playing a gregarious character. His characters are typically louder than he normally presents himself
He responds with dry sarcasm to most situations
Hard to tell if he is lying or telling the truth, who knows!
Can speak a variety of languages, and is a master at mimicking accents
Playlist: Here and Metal version Here
General:
Is a wanderer with no real purpose in life; an exile from his homeland which lays in ruins beneath the sea
If you find a chest belonging to: Digum Baggins…it's his. (Especially if there is a jar with preserved figs. He loves his figs!)
Amoral, secretive and cunning. He can be charming if desired, and tends to be very sarcastic
He is very confident in his own skill, and it has mostly proved itself true over the many years he's lived
Fears death and his fate (for a good reason). He envies the second born who are not tied to Arda
Has commitment issues and is suspicious of most people. He does not let people easily into his life, nor do most feel like they get to genuinely know him on a deeper level. He always wears an emotional mask, though sometimes that mask slips.
Generally, very self-motivated and can lack empathy towards others in need
He is quick to flee rather than fight, though if caught in a duel he is well trained with his daggers and also knows how to wrestle
He is also quick to leave his allies behind, always seeking to ensure his own safety before the safety of others
He lives in nature mostly or settles around non-elven settlements. He does not feel comfortable in the elven realms and seldom visits them
When staying in human settlements, he usually takes up a persona and parades around as one! His latest alias is a Dalish peddler named “Fjalar, The Tall”. He enjoys his role and plays out his fantasy of being a human
When not disguised as a mortal, it is typical to find a mask covering his face. It seems he likes to keep his identity hidden
He has had a string of different lovers throughout the ages, though they were all fleeting and always doomed to end.
He yearns for deeper emotional and romantic relationships but is also afraid of being vulnerable.
Harbors quite a bit of self-hatred, though tends to not voice it. He can also be quite a loner, sometimes despising company.
Keeps a flask with usually watered down vodka or gin on his person
Currently occupied with a much younger ellon named Daerhovan. He finds him intriguing and sees him as a welcome distraction in his life. Though who knows for how long.
I stole the formatting off my friends @loremastering and @elgaladwen who have even better and more extensive biographies than myself (which includes character history and relationships! ) I envy the dedication and detail they put towards their characters <3
#lotro oc#lotr oc#ilost#started working on character biographies#sorry for everyone who didnt follow me for my oc's#I joined a tolkien oc server and realized I should probably have a more extensive refences for my characters outside of a google doc#got a couple more I'm working on
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psst can i rq some tiny shinonomes hcs???
OF COURSE~!! ^_−☆
Headcanons under the cut! Thank you for the ask, anon!!
...(i didn't know if you wanted headcanons of akito and ena separately, or together, so i did both! I hope you enjoy!!)
AKITO U・x・U
I personally headcanon Akito as a kid regressor, around 5-8 when he's little!! He is definitely a little brother regressor, even with people other than Ena! He just has little brother energy!
Secretly so clingy!!! It's not something he wants people to know, but when he's small and with someone he really trusts, he will always be close to them!!
With Vivid Bad Squad, he tries to hide when he's feeling a bit smaller than usual, but his partners are quite good at picking up on his small traits, and the slightest affection and care from them makes him the smallest boy!!!
Surprisingly picky when small. Carrots are obviously a big no-no, but it's hard to get the little guy to eat any veggies when he's small!! Why would you eat anything other than pancakes and cheesecakes?
Surprisingly, a great playmate!!! He gets along much better with people when he's small, and enjoys playing! With older regressors he can play sports, with smaller ones he can color and play pretend with!
ENA U^ェ^U
Like my headcanons for Akito's age, I believe Ena is a kid regressor, probably around age 6 on average! She maintains her pride even when she's small, standing firm on being a big girl when she's small, even though some petnames or sweet affection has her feeling so small!
Her artistic flair doesn't disappear when she regresses! However, her art makes a shift, from painting with brushes, to finger-painting! She makes the most beautiful pieces for her friends, being the talented little creator she is!
With Niigo meeting at 1 A.M., a little Ena struggles to stay awake for that meeting. There have been a few occasions of Ena regressing and falling asleep to the sounds of her friends voices on Nightcord, but it's so adorable to think about, how could they possibly mind?
The plushies in her room get the most use when she's little. If she is feeling lonely and can't chat with any of her friends, she has sleepovers with her plushies!! And, of course, she still enjoys selfies and photoshoots when little, so she can occasionally dress her plushies up and take photos with them to send to her friends!!! (they find these photos so cute)
We all know Ena is very stylish and aesthetic, caring about her appearance greatly, which carries over into her regressions! She loves playing dress up, having so much fun, being a pretty princess, a famous artist, a model, anything she can imagine while going through her closet!! ...she's a bit shy about this pastime, but she enjoys it so much!!!!
TOGETHER!!
You might not assume this from first impressions of the Shinonomes, but they are some of the cuddliest regressors ever!!! Playmates, caregivers, and especially eachother, they cuddle with all of them!! When the Shinonomes are small and sleepy, they cuddle up together with plushies and nap!!! They were a bit shy about it at first, but its grown into an important part of their bond when regressed.
Ena is occasionally quite whiny when she's little, wanting to play, color, cuddle, dress up, and being denied these fun activities only makes her whinier. Luckily, Akito, who I believe is an amazing playmate, is always up for it!! Anything for his big, or sometimes little, sis!
While there is some snark and argument in their relationship still, it is definitely muddled. Regressing is a very comfy, safe thing for them, and part of this comfort involves their happiness together. They play fight, wrestle a bit, horse around, but at the end of the day, the two siblings care about eachother deeply.
THANK YOU FOR READING, AND AS ALWAYS, HAVE A GREAT DAY, EVENING, AND NIGHT!!!!
#project sekai agere#project sekai#sfw agere#fandom agere#sigh i'm scared i mischaracterized them i dont know too much about them but i tried!!!!!#mine ★
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Vash is in heat.
That's the only way Wolfwood could describe the last 27 hours and it all started in a split second for seemingly no reason.
Because, for all intents and purposes, one moment, Vash had been normal, sitting on the couch late that night, attempting to clean some part of his prosthetic that he'd gotten paint in while helping the kids at the orphanage make art that morning. There'd been nothing out of the ordinary happening, he'd been happy and comfortable all day.
"You comin' to bed, beautiful?" Wolfwood asked, threading his fingers through Vash's messy hair.
Vash smiled up at him and leaned into his touch and said, "I'm not tired yet, but I'll be up in a bit, okay? Can I get a goodnight kiss?"
Wolfwood kissed him, of course. He'd been kissing him goodnight every single night for a full year now, and he did not plan on stopping. Then, he went up to bed.
The next thing he knew, a weight settled on his lap and lurched him out of a deep sleep - and he found himself staring up at the beautiful vision of his naked partner, straddling him, hovering above him like some depraved God peering down at their subservient followers. There lay a darkness in his gaze, a blush to his chest, his lips parted on seemingly overheated breaths.
His pussy was dripping wet between his thighs, glistening in the dim light of their nighttime bedroom.
"Uhhhh." Wolfwood swallowed hard. "Vash?"
Vash's hands ducked between their bodies, and wrestled the blanket sideways, enough to gain access to Wolfwood's already embarrassingly hard erection. He could not help the quickness of that; he was a simple man: he saw his partner naked, he became turned on and desperate. Simple.
Wolfwood posed his mouth to ask another question, but Vash dropped his hips down in one swoop and took his entire cock deep into his dripping wet core, all the way to the base.
He yowled out a litany of curse words, and Vash screamed, and orgasmed right there. Like he'd been waiting for it for weeks, and finally got the taste of it he'd been craving and it was too much for him to handle. He pulsed around Wolfwood's cock, and moaned, with his head tossed back. and Wolfwood was only able to watch, absolutely awe-stricken at the sight of his partner.
It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful he looked, no matter how many times he saw him.
Vash glanced down, then, bringing their gazes back together. He licked his tongue across his bottom lip, and slowly lifted his hips again, before giving them a little sensual swirl. "I want you so badly," he whispered, and ran a hand up his torso.
His fingers latched onto one of his perky nipples, and squeezed. Wolfwood felt his mouth go dry. Holy shit, holy fuck, what was happening, and why did he deserve anything like this? Had all his prayers finally paid off? Was God rewarding him?
Vash lowered his hips against, and they stuttered as they went like he was still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Can I have you?"
"Of course," Wolfwood whispered. "Take me. Take whatever you want. It all belongs to you anyway."
And that single sentence set the pace for the entire next 27 hours - because during that first night, Vash rode him, and rode him, and rode him, until Wolfwood filled him with multiple loads, and Vash's thighs shook desperately on either side of Wolfwood's hips, covered in sweat and gasping for air. His pussy leaked and drooled all over Wolfwood, and all he could do was hold onto Vash's hips for dear life as he rode out his partner's multiple, pulsing, white hot, feverish orgasms.
He finally tuckered out as the sun began rising, and Wolfwood fell asleep nearly the second Vash detached himself from his body.
Only to be awakened by the feeling of a mouth closing around his dick. His eyes flew open to see Vash swathed in daylight from their slightly parted shutters, still naked, skin still warm, crouched to the left of his body on the mattress, as he swallowed Wolfwood down between gasps and moans. Wolfwood clutched the sheets beneath him, hissing, swearing, groaning.
Feeling Vash's insane throat first thing after opening his eyes was almost too much for him. He felt his erection tighten, his body ached desperately in it's lower half, and-
Vash swung one leg over Wolfwood's face, and planted his pussy directly on his open mouth and face. Vash groaned hard, mouth and teeth tightening around the easy slide of his cock down his throat. Well, who was Wolfwood to deny him this? He'd eat him out any time, any day.
Wolfwood gripped his hands into Vash's buttocks, spreading his lips wide with his thumbs, and dug in. He immediately, without hesitation, began eating and burying his face between his thighs and lips, wriggling his face around and loudly, messily, sloppily devouring him in a way possibly illegal in at least five No Man's Land cities.
Luckily, Wolfwood paid no heed to laws.
Beneath his hands, Vash became pliant and trembled, while his mouth worked overtime, gulping him down all the way to the base with no amount of hesitation or resistance. The deepest deep throat Wolfwood could imagine, and if he didn't already have his face buried in his sex, something to distract him, he thought he may cum a hundred times in a row down Vash's throat.
As it was, though, Vash came first again. The first warning signs were a gush of wetness along Wolfwood's lips, then a burst of shivering and trembling above him, and then -
Vash's mouth popped off Wolfwood's cock, he tossed his head back, shuddered full bodily with one hand slapping against the bed, and a spray of sticky sweet liquid released from his core. It soaked through Wolfwood's sleep shirt, and wet his entire face and mouth - it would have shot around him in an arch if he had not already had his mouth and face buried into his entrance.
Well.
Okay.
That was.... new.
Vash had never been a squirter. Hell, Vash had never been this sensitive and insatiable in bed before, and Wolfwood found himself staring at the sight of his soaking wet thighs and ass in a dazed sort of state. His mouth tasted like candy and flowers, and everything around him smelled of flora and fauna and honey all at once.
This was very new.
Vash leaped off Wolfwood's body and twisted around, face bright red and flushed. "Fuck, Nick, I'm sorry - I - I don't know what's wrong with me - I 've never done that -"
He lifted a hand, shaking his head. "Don't you ever apologize for something that fucking hot."
Blushing somehow even harder, Vash wriggled his hips together as he settled backwards on his heels on the bed. "Oh... You really thought it was hot?"
"Yeah. Let's do that again."
Vash wasted no time in flopping backwards on the bed and spreading himself wide for Wolfwood, taking a thigh in each hand as he pulled them backwards. Open and wide and glistening, Wolfwood dove in, stuffing himself inside his partner's awaiting entrance and began pounding into him.
Their bed creaked. The floorboards shook. The window seemed to rattle.
And Vash squirted again. Shooting all over himself, and Wolfwood's body, spraying his chest. He screamed out a cry, and one hand flung down to circle fast on his own clit.
Wolfwood fucked him through it. Desperate, high on the scent of him permeating around their bedroom, choking him now. He couldn't get enough. He felt insatiable.
But, quickly, he figured out how outmatched he truly was.
When he finally came and settled backwards on the pillows, trying to catch his breath, Vash was suddenly on him again. Lining up his cock, shaking, and he lowered himself down on Wolfwood's erection again. He almost stopped him, until he softly heard Vash whisper, mostly to himself, it seemed:
"Just a little more. Just a little more, Wolfwood. I need you."
Wolfwood didn't argue, realizing something perhaps was happening with his partner? Was... was he in heat? Could Plants go into heat? Did they have a mating cycle? Did it have something to do with the copious amount of cum he'd pumped into him last month with that toy?
God DAMN, it was very hard to think while Vash was lifting and dropping his beautiful ass down on him like the waves of an ocean. Actually, it felt impossible to do so, he couldn't form a coherent thought once Vash got his rhythm going.
And he didn't let up.
For the rest of the day, for twenty straight hours, Vash kept Wolfwood in the bedroom. Sucking him. Fucking him. Riding him, touching himself, squirting all over their bed and soaking through layers of fabric. When his legs grew tired, he begged Wolfwood to finger him, to eat him, to do something, and Wolfwood obeyed, edging on hysterical.
He brought Vash to orgasm with his hands and mouth at least fifteen times within the last few hours of the day, and Vash kept releasing that beautiful, sweet scented liquid into the air and into their sheets, moaning and praising Wolfwood and begging for more.
And just when Wolfwood thought he was going to die in the smell of him, in the feeling of his fingers buried deep in his flower petal pussy, Vash screamed. Hard. Shouted Wolfwood's name at the top of his lungs, tossed his head back, and came so hard, the feeling of his orgasm shot through the room like a cloud of consciousness.
It drowned Wolfwood, bringing him down with him. He felt the orgasm rush through his own body as thought it was belonged to him, too, and he came, untouched, coating Vash's thigh with white hot ropes.
His vision whited out.
The smell of Vash choked him.
And he came for a second time, thriving on the feedback loop of pleasure coming from Vash's otherworldly body and their fucked up connection amongst Vash's Plant awareness.
When he finally came to, he found Vash curled against his side, shivering, naked, eyes closed. Their blankets were disgusting, wet, horrifying, and their room needed a thorough cleaning. And all Wolfwood wanted to do was lay down beside him and sleep, but...
He couldn't.
Slowly, Wolfwood tucked his arms beneath Vash and carried him to their bathroom. He settled Vash on the toilet while he worked, running a warm bath and filling it with sweet smelling oils. He lowered Vash's pliant, relaxed form into the water, before running back to their bedroom. He stripped the bed, cleaned everything quickly, and replaced their blankets, sheets, and pillowcases with fresh ones. That was when he caught sight of the time, and realized they'd been going at it for over 24 hours. A record.
He'd have to gloat about it to Milly when he saw her again.
Finished with cleaning, he returned to the bathtub, and slipped into the water with his lover. He cleaned Vash from head to toe, lathering him and massaging him and warming his shivering body, before quickly washing himself, too.
He carried Vash back to bed wrapped in a big, warm blanket, and tucked him into his arms, cradling him against his chest protectively. Vash looked so tired, hair messy and damp flopping across his forehead, his cheeks still pink from his brief period of overheated, feral behavior.
He looked adorable.
Wolfwood placed a careful kiss on his forehead. "Love you," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Vash whispered, eyes still closed. "I didn't... mean to do all that."
"That's okay." Wolfwood rubbed his hand along Vash's covered arm, stroking soothingly. "That's what I'm here for. You need me, I'm there."
Vash popped open one blue eye and peeked up at him. "Even though I forgot to tell you that sometimes Plants can go into heat cycles?"
Wolfwood laughed.
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Top 5-6 WWE wrestling blogs you would recommend and why (optional)?
In no particular order and going by personal preference only.
I love and follow a whole bunch of awesome wrestling blogs and even more awesome human beings, so only giving 5-6 recs is kinda hard. I’m trying to leave the personal relationships out of the way though and go by content (mostly).
I like me some good variety, and that includes WWE, AEW, TNA, NJPW & Indies, but you asked for WWE, so I’ll try to stick to that (a lot of blogs post about a mix of promotions though, fair warning).
Idk if you’re into shipping and art and fanfic or not, so it really depends on preference regarding that. All these people are drama free imo, just very chill if you don’t wanna be subjected to how messy this fandom can get sometimes.
Here we go:
@samijey - beautiful gifs and a really great wrestling/booking mind, smart wrestling takes & opinions, incredible mind blowing writer, first person I followed when I joined the wrestling fandom online (after 15+ years of avoiding it 😂)
@princedevitt - plenty of really awesome gifs (WWE, AEW, TNA etc.)
@mith-gifs-wrestling - even more awesome gifs/gifsets & wrestling meta
As you can probably tell by now I really LOVE good gif sets and wrestling meta/ booking opinions/ wrestling knowledge etc.
@taydaq - THE BEST wrestling artist around (in my humble opinion). Really into old school WWE/WWF, but also posts modern day stuff.
(Honorary mention for @youtappedout & @vanityangel if you’re looking for more awesome wrestling gifs. Imo you can never have enough of those.)
More blogs I enjoy that post wrestling content are @afterdarkprincess @kinardgo @harmshake @thesamoanqueen and many others.
If you want more specific recs (blogs centered around specific wrestlers, writers, artists, meta, live bloggers etc) let me know.
Honestly, it really depends on who/what you’re into aka your favorites and general preferences (+ if you only want wrestling/ WWE content or don’t mind other stuff mixed in there).
I myself enjoy a good eclectic mix of people, content, (differing and oftentimes clashing) opinions and preferences (I know that some of the people I follow hate each other’s guts lol).
It keeps things fresh and interesting though, hence why my blog is a bit of a colorful mix (mess) at times. If I don’t wanna see/ don’t agree with something I blacklist or don’t engage with it.
I’m honestly just really into wrestling and extremely enthusiastic about it. Sure, I have my favs, but I can appreciate (almost) everyone, so yeah. It’s the best and most unique art form to exist and you could never make me hate it.
If you want a wide variety of content these are my top picks and I’m sure I forgot a whole bunch of really awesome blogs and good people (I apologize for that!)
And if y’all have any recommendations for me, please feel free to send them my way (all promotions and styles).
I apologize, this got long and rambly and I talked about myself a lot, but oh well! Hope you’ll find some content you like based on these recs!
Thanks for asking and I hope you have an awesome day/night wherever you are in the world, anon!! 💙
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I felt true, visceral fear today after I returned from work and discovered that my Huion monitor tablet wouldn't connect to my laptop. I knew that bitch was all powered up and screaming but blue-balling me with only pitch-black darkness.
I shut off and restarted my laptop 5 fucking times, rammed the usb cables in and out of my laptop's usb ports, in and out... I never thought that an expensive device - wasted for just watching funny cat videos and enabling me to draw the shapely but scaly butt of Voldemort - could be violated. Learned a life lesson here: any hole can be stuffed, you just need some imagination y'all.
Fuck tentacles, ugly men & weird-ass creatures with gigantic horse dicks - give me sub laptops/pcs getting dominated by their puny usb cable daddies!
I digress. So, I turned on my 2nd laptop which is on life-support - it never asked to be an accessory to producing hardcore incest material between Tom and his hot daddy Riddle sr, btw. But, like come on! What's better than one hot, mentally maladjusted Tom Riddle? Two of course! Think about the delicious angst, the hurt/comfort, the abandonment issues, the forbidden attraction, uugh...
Why are there so few tomcest (sr) fics? It's unfair, I'm fucking starving, eh. I mean, Riddle sr is the goddamn blueprint for gratuitously hot Voldemort! Where's pathetic, blushy, snot-nosed and puffy-eyed Tom Riddle sr??? The internet lied to me! I thought you only needed two hot dudes who didn't even have to meet each other to make sweet, sweet looove to each other... there's even incest and murder for extra seasoning!
I'm begging the ao3 wordsmith gods who kin Tom Riddle/Voldemort to open their hearts to Tomcest sr T_T) We all love pathetic men in tears and Voldemort would never allow himself to show such vulnerability but that's what we have his da for... Voldy could vicariously experience such a display of helplessness through Riddle sr! And tbh, I seriously need more beautiful works of art featuring my favourite basket case twink (dub-) non-con-ing his papa into some father/son bonding. I'm going cold turkey here!
I digress again. So, I plugged my Huion into my 2nd laptop and behold! That fucker finally connected and mirrored the laptop display, thank fucking god! Little shit was playing hard to get but it still lives! Whoop, whoop!
Thank Voldy's perky ass, I wasn't forced to make a human connection with an underpaid yet bored employee at the Huion support centre. I had that tablet for 4 years and we experienced the deepest depths of human depravity together - I cried bitter tears, cursed it for reflecting my shitty art skills - my inability to draw hot men bedtime wrestling. But, we also experienced joy together when I succeeded. That fucker made me feel like an art god when it reflected how I envisioned the smut to be. I'm not ready to end this toxic relationship, I thought I'd be.
I was all 'yeah, I'm sooo stage 4 already! I only need the Huion employee to gaslight me into buying their newest, shiny model to reach stage 5!' I'm 30, a grandma according to annoying (affectionate) internet youngsters. My body can't handle eating only instant ramen for 4 months anymore. My roaring 20s are a bygone era and for once I choose to practice some self-care, to love myself even!
For once, I was about to make an adult decision and... wait. To save up the money - to accept that I'll be a temporary full-time traditional wannabe weird-ass hentai artist with a shitty phone camera... but thank god I don't have to! My beloved tablet still works and I can be a part-time traditional but mainly digital wannabe weird-ass hentai artist with a shitty phone camera! Yeah, this is how my day went. Love y'all ~ mwaaah
Shameless self-promo plug but I think you should at least look at the smut scenes to see the appeal of tomcest (sr)~ I also need some validation for providing my tears as lube for their narcissistic coupling You can read Philautia here: AO3
#laptop dominated by usb cables#don't question it#where's my Korean drama about a digital artist who has a meltdown and has to contact customer service#rugged customer service employee gaslighting artist-chan into buying a new expensive pen tablet#experiencing a meltdown while trying to resuscitate my abusive huion kamvas pro 20#don't worry~ we're still in a toxic relationship#don't think that huion will appreciate the unintended promo tho#too passionate about toxic but hot father & son bonding#digressing into an essay about why voldemort and his hot daddy should fuck#2k+ word essay about the 5 stages of grief: tomcest style
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Steven Universe headcanons about Steven and the crystal gems putting on a circus in Beach City and performing as acts in the show
Thanks for the request! Interesting one for sure!
Ps - This will be an AU where Steven and the gang work as a traveling, family circus. Occasionally fighting monsters in their free time.
“Come one, come all to the Crystal Circus! Feast your eyes on beauty, power, and tons of fun!”
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“I’m your ringmaster and host, Steven Universe!”
Steven would of course be the ringmaster, but could occasionally fill for someone by juggling, doing trapeze stunts, and perhaps a musical song or two.
Definitely has a collection of different color top hats and suits.
Makes sure at least half of the money earned for the show goes to some charity.
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“And here comes Pearl, our lead tightrope walker and gymnast!”
Pearl’s flawless and gracefulness shine whether it’s dancing along the tightrope, or performing elegant gymnastics moves that never not make the crowds be impressed.
Will occasionally do some ribbon dancing alongside Connie.
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“And alongside Pearl is the lovely Connie! A knight, a performer, and my wonderful girlfriend!”
“Steven!” 0///0
Connie began to perform after meeting with Steven and seeing his show live.
After finding out about the secret vigilante stuff in the background, she decided to join in.
Alongside school (online), violin lessons (also online), she trains in sword fighting and ribbon dancing with Pearl (which only the latter is in the show, since her parents didn’t approve).
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“Next up, is the duo pair that is Lapis and Peridot! Performing an array of music, artwork, and fun!”
Lapis was reluctant at first to join, only performing a couple of times for Steven. But eventually she found a love of doing watercolor art.
Peridot was basically the same, only performing for Steven. Then she found her metal powers, and used such to perform music and occasionally put on a drone performance.
Lapis also incorporates her art into Peridot’s performance, using her water bending to form different pieces of art related to the music. A very much crowd favorite.
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“Weren’t they great? And next up is the power of the circus, the beast that can take the heat. It’s Amethyst, or the Purple Puma for you wresting fans in the crowd. Wink.”
Amethyst decided to mix her favorite things in her act.
Eating crazy things (to a human’s perspective like fireworks, which makes her spit out active fireworks from her mouth. A favorite among the kids.), showing off some wrestling moves (Pearl’s holo clones help), and even got Lion involved to jump through hoops while she “sparked” her whip in the air.
She sometimes gets Jasper involved in her act, mainly as another wrestler.
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“While we put out the purple flames, thanks Amethyst, please give a big welcome to my dad Mr. Universe!”
When Greg ran away from home and eventually landed in Beach City, he found out of the Crystal Circus, with Rose performing a ballet act with Pearl.
Eventually he became the manager, and kept doing so even after Steven was born. Though he of course, has Pearl and Peridot help money wise.
Otherwise, he performs his music to the crowd like he would back in his rockstar days. Even sometimes fusing with Steven for the final act of the show if there is enough time.
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“Next up is the ice and fire of the show, the favorite couple award winners for over a thousand years. Ruby and Sapphire! Oh, and Garnet too!”
Garnet would usually be the solo act, with Ruby and Sapphire rarely performing.
Hence, why Steven usually has to introduce the pair first, since the two haven’t unfused and performed since Rose was around.
Sapphire would either sing, ice skate, or perhaps tell a glimpse in the future of a lucky person in the crowd.
Ruby would usually do weight lifting, with Amethyst putting on a crazy amount of weight each round. Or she would do a fire bending show, creating fire bending performances of past adventures.
As Garnet, she would do a mix of dancing, singing, and boxing (Pearl clones or Jasper helping).
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“And let’s not forget our weapon expert and wielder Bismuth!”
Bismuth was reluctant to perform again, after Rose being gone and the aftermath.
But once she began to do so again, she remembered why she did so in the first place.
Weapon making was a treat to the crowd, for you never know what she could make, especially when she talks of the history and adventures that went with said weapon.
A perfect ending performance, espically since people love to hear, “It was nice doing Bismuth with you!”
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“Wasn’t that great? Well folks, it’s been fun, but it’s time to pack it up now. But don’t worry! We’ll be performing three times this week before we hit the road as usual, so get your tickets as you walk out. Believe in the Crystal Gems! Bye!”
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