#lukas hemmings

[lukasadss]

Taken from the vid I sent my friend to show the progress but, almost done with Dream's vest thing from the hell scene :)

[strawberri-yan]

Yan vampire slayer x vampire! Reader

Tw:non con, revenge sex,

A/n: I got a lil too into castlevania but here is my treat for you guys for Halloween !

As a vampire of noble rank, you had lived for centuries, reveling in your immortality and the luxurious life it offered you. There were endless nights of elegant banquets and the fine blood of high-society donors that had never ceased your amusement. It was a cushy and enjoyable lifestyle that you have grown accustomed to.

Yet on a fateful night, you embarked on a hunt with your fellow companions. Descending upon a quiet village, your insatiable thirst for blood drove you all to slaughter the unsuspecting, human villagers. The night air was filled with screams and anguish, nearly all of the townspeople met a gruesome bloody end.

But amidst the chaos, you stumble upon a scrawny human boy hiding in a closet, tears streaming down his face as he stared at you in horror. Yet, having your fill of bloodlust and being in a particularly good mood, you decided to spare the child.

But unknowingly to you, the boy was adopted into a feared clan of a formidable vampire slayers. As the years passed, he trained tirelessly, honing his skills to perfection until he was the best out of all of them. He was a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous man who made it his life's mission to hunt and kill vampires.

Luka tracked down the vampires that had slaughtered his village, a relentless pursuit driven by a thirst for revenge. As he cornered and slaughtered the vampires responsible, he had left you the only one alive, not out of mercy but as a twisted gesture of thanks for sparing his life all those years ago.

The sounds of panting, moaning and the furious creaking of the bed filled the room as Luka lays comfortably on his back cigarette in hand as he watches smugly as the little vampire lord bounce on his cock, force to wear a brightly colored, frill-laced outfit of his choosing. You were told by your new master to hold up the hems in front your dress so that could see the view of your quivering, leaking pussy squelching around his shaft. A punishment fit for a bloodsucker like you, reduced from a mighty vampire noble to a pet who cockwarms his master as he slaughters your kind.

[calxvace]

in my mind modern luka is that college senior who looks untouchable, the very symbol of perfection but under that facade he is really pathetic in every aspect besides academics and of course his looks

pathetically insufferable, in the verge of collapsing with a small inconvinience

"s-senior luka? are you okay?" you questioned him feeding to your curiousity why his eyes were his only imperfection you see, tge moment your eyes met its slowly becoming clear to you

"what made you say that? im fine, dont worry, im senior luka" he said lightly nudging your side as he focused on his book again

"i can see through you, you are about to break" mentioning the very problem, it seemed that you had hit a nerve

luka hurriedly collected his things preparing to ran off, escape

"Nonsense, I dont break!" he stormed off elegantly, leaving that remarkable smile again

the smile he makes everytime, a very bright smile but with sullen eyes, subtly gloomy.

"wow senior luka is really good at everything, even at pretending"

but its no use, after all, you have been watching him since the day you saw him sleeping by the library window, you knew exactly where he went, where he isolates when he's so close to falling off the deep end.

and you were right, you can already hear the specific melody he plays on his violin. this time, it sounds more aggressive, like he's eager to tear the hair on his violin bow.

hesitating to barge in the music room, you stayed sitted by the door

"i know you're there, come in" he said in a calm manner, you heard him sigh heavily as he finishes the piece off. that scared you yes, but if it means more time with senior luka, you'd do anything.

as you enter the music room, silence accompanied the both of you for a fair minute, him tending to his violin and lovely bow allowed you to watch him intently, for some it would be labelled as awkward, but for you? its such a bliss

"about what you said earlier..." finally done placing his instrument to its case, he started the conversation sitting across you

"im sorry for prying, i didnt mean to- its just-" you hesitate to completely say it, because who in the right mind would pick a flaw on the ever perfect senior luka?

"oh relax, im not punishing you or anything... i just wanted to ask, how did you know..."

playing with the hem of your shirt, you looked at him straight in the eyes and pointed at it, "eyes are the windows to the soul"

you expected a long silence after that but luka coming up to you and holding both of your hands surprised you, "help me"

in what way could you help? what more could you contribute to the perfectly made senior luka?

you tilt your head in confusion yet he just smiled at you, differently

it was not his fake smile nor a smile you've seen, this time it was new, it was the very picture of finding hope.

but would you call it hope when the net thing that comes of his mouth is another one of his play pretend.

"Be my muse which my eyes only looks at, play with me y/n"

a nice attempt on fixing one's flaw, but isn't this just another 'running away' ?

"senior luka... I dont think that's the solution you need"

"well, this is all I know, to pretend"

you look at him flashing a genuine smile, "well then stop pretending"

cupping his face, gently caressing the tip of his eyes, "your eyes cant hold that much longer, let it all out"

Tears are starting to fall down, he slumped on your embrace.

What is going on in their family why is he so fragile the minute you let him be? but this is only the start,

"after we exit this room, can we be friends?"

"dont be silly, I've been your friend the moment we talked"

and that was the start of a rebellious yet awakening endeavor of luka and his friend towards navigating life with controlling and abusive parents.

[baji-sideblog]

dirty talk 👄

Whos got charm and wit to instantly Rizz Mc?

My head can't get enough of dirty thoughts song by Chloe or taste by Sabrina

Who’s got the rizz night shift gang addition

Y’all get to decide who’s the smoothest here.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Rider chuckles placing his hand on your hips gently rubbing them. Leaning down his breathe tingles against your ear.

“How about I live up to my name and give you a real rider, kitten”

He pulls your back flush against his chest. Letting you feel his chest rise and fall against your back as he breathes.

Mandus rest his head against yours his hands wrap around you protectively. His tail lightly swishing happy to have you here with him.

“You bring so much warmth in my life, I’ll protect every breathe you take. Your mine and I’m yours so let me show you want that entails.”

He moves his head down to you neck gently kissing it down to where your shoulders meet your neck and nips at it.

Topaz purrs wrapping her tail around your waist pulling you to sit into her lap. She pulls you to lay flush against her.

“You’re so prefect, you fit exactly where you need to be. So why don’t we see how well you fit on my bed?”

She giggles her hands slipping under your shirt’s hem caressing your skin. Topaz grins nibbling on your ear.

Luka smiles looking at you his tail wagging, his eyes half lidded with love. His tail was wagging back and forth no sign of slowing down.

“You’re my reason to live, my joy, my color, my everything. I’d go to the end of the earth if it means I can marry you.”

He gently takes your hands in his lifting them up to his chest like they’re the most precious thing in the word.

Quinn pulls you into a hug their hands sliding down your body before reaching your behind grabbing it with a smug on their face.

“So nice and soft, prefect in my hands. Why don’t I show you what else is prefect between them.”

They chuckle looking at you while licking their lips. Their chest puffs out with excitement.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[vastly-fixated-devotee-667]

Lukesse writings, again

in which Lukas tends to an accident-prone Jesse’s wounds. because they are the meaning of hurt/comfort <33 cw for minor wound/pain descriptions

I’m partially delirious when I open the door to let myself in. There’s no sign of Lukas downstairs, which is good; I don’t want him worrying about me. I keep my arms crossed over the wound so that it’s mostly concealed on the chance that I do see him on the way to the bathroom. Up the stairs, I close the bathroom door halfway once I get myself in and root through the medicine cabinets for the gauze. We really ought to keep this thing more organized.

“Jesse?” I hear Lukas call my name from down the hallway and curse under my breath. “You home?”

“Yeah!” I call back, and I hope that’s enough to satisfy him.

But I hear his footsteps down the hall. I panic and shut the cabinet door, stuffing the gauze underneath my arm.

“Jesse?” He pushes the bathroom door slightly open. “Whatcha doing in here?”

“Uh . . .” I hadn’t thought up a lie for this, I realize. “Just . . . wanted to wash my hands. Y’know, long day at work, sweaty hands.” I shrug and immediately regret it as pain sears through my abdomen.

Lukas frowns. “Are you okay?”

I blink. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re wincing and . . . twitching.”

“I’m . . . tired,” I say in a tone I know is incredibly unconvincing.

He knits his eyebrows, and I can see his eyes focus on my inconspicuously crossed arms. “Jesse . . .” He reaches out for me, and I jerk away from him. I cry out in pain as my arms push into my wound, and I lose control of my body; my legs give out from under me, and I crumple to the floor.

Lukas’ eyes widen. “Whoa— Jesse!” He falls to his knees beside me. The blood on the white fabric of my shirt glares like redstone in the dark; there’s no hiding it now. “What happened?”

I sigh, resting my head on the floor. “We were running low on some things in the town — monster loot, mostly — so I went out to scavenge for some. I . . . didn’t think my armor would break so quickly.”

“Jesse, you could’ve asked me to come with you! Or Radar, or at least somebody for backup!”

“I can handle myself against some measly mobs!” I protest. “Unless . . . the zombies have diamond swords.”

“They had diamond swords?”

“One of them did,” I correct quickly. “He, uh, snuck up behind me and, well . . .” I draw my hand across my ribs with a slicing motion.

“My gosh . . .” Lukas grabs the gauze that I had dropped on the floor, and then takes bandages out of the cabinet along with several washcloths which he wets in the sink.

I start to sit myself up against the wall. “Lukas, I can get that—”

“Absolutely not,” he says firmly as he kneels beside me again, holding out a hand to stop me from moving further. “I’ve got you, Jesse.”

I hesitate but yield a small smile as I attempt to relax myself. He gently lifts the hem of my shirt until he can see the whole thing — a cut no deeper than a centimeter running along the underside of my chest. It almost looks like he gets dizzy for a moment upon seeing it, but he’s quick to gather his bearings. He begins to wipe away the blood with the washcloths, slowly to start but more hastily as more begins to trickle out. I tense, and my hand flies to his shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Easy, easy . . . ,” he says softly, and somehow, his voice does make the pain more bearable.

When the blood is almost gone from my skin, he lays a clean towel on the wound while he readies the bandages. “I’m gonna have to apply pressure, okay?” I nod, and he unwraps two large bandages and places them over the cut. With one hand, he pushes down, and the other he lifts to my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “You’re doing so well, Jesse,” he says. I hold onto his arm, squeezing more tightly than I mean to. Staring into his eyes is comforting; he smiles at me, but I can tell he’s only putting on a brave face for me by the way his forehead is creased with worry.

With the bleeding slowed, he wraps a length of gauze around my abdomen, securing the bandages in place and soaking up any remaining blood that seeps through. “There,” he says finally. He looks at me. “You okay?”

I nod feebly; my head is spinning, and my vision is blurrier than I remember it being. Lukas crawls around to the my other side and sits against the wall next to me. I collapse onto his shoulder. He takes my hand. “Promise me, the next time you do anything like that, you’ll take me with you.”

I sigh. “I will.”

“Good.” His hand goes lax as if he expects me to take mine back, but I keep holding on, and so he does, too. “You know you’re important to me, Jesse. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Hey, I’ve taken down a world-devouring monster, an all-knowing super computer, and the creator of the universe.” I nestle into his shoulder with a contented smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[olivernothere]

NAME: Oliver Castellioa Solace-Di Angelo

ALIAS: Ollie, Ol, Olive Tree (sigh), Olive (ONLY Iggy)

AGE: 16 years old, 6th of January

WEAPON(S): A dagger made out of celestial bronze, 20 centimeters

POWER(S): He can enter peoples dreams, and watch what’s happening from afar. He can also change their dreams to however he’d like, this tends to drain him very much though.

PERSONALITY: He’s a bit rude and cold, sometimes shy, in the start, but if you get to know him, he’ll warm up. Once you know him, he’ll be the most caring person, he’s a bit loud sometimes, he’s a little overprotective of his family, even though hems the youngest, he ignores rude comments and such in public, he doesn’t know how to say no, so you never really know if he wants something or not. He’s REALLY scared of adults (sometimes even Will and Nico), and WILL call them sir, miss, ma’am, etc., he can and will sometimes isolate himself from everyone if he’s having one of his “episodes”.

FATAL FLAW: Thinking that he’ll never be good enough for anyone and it’s why his mother disowned him

HOBBIES: I like to paint, mostly landscapes and such, sometimes I write poems I guess? Oh and I love to spend time with my cat, is that considered a hobby?

FAMILY: Nico Di Angelo (Papa), William Andrew Solace (Dad), Daphne Naria Solace-Di Angelo (Sister), Hades (Grandfather), Maria Di Angelo (Grandmother), Apollo (Grandfather), Naromi Solace (Grandmother), Morpheus (Father A stranger to me.), Allison Castellioa (Mother Who is this?)

People I know (!!):

FAMILY:

@ghost-king-and-thebones - Nico Di Angelo, my wonderful papa!! <3

@daffy-not-a-duck - Daphne Naria Solace-Di Angelo, my lovely sister!! (STAY AWAY FROM EPHIE)

@doctor-sunshine-andcarebears - William Andrew Solace, my awesome dad!!!

@drea-and-nico - Andrea and Nicolas Lilith, Children of Hades, my aunt and uncle, but Drea is like a sister to me

@iggy-mini-miny-moe - Ignis Grace, a child of Jason Grace and Leo Valdez, my boyfriend fjbfjgbekd<33, DON'T let him near bleach

FRIENDS:

@chasing-that-jackson - Charlotte Sally Chase-Jackson, a child of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase, please stop dying

@ineedtoescapefromreality - Echo and Rosalyn Mclean, children of Piper Mclean and Shel

@hey-guys-its-sam - Samantha Zhang, a child of Frank Zhang and Hazel Levesque

@violent-cinnamonroll - Aria Nicole La Rue, a child of Clarisse La Rue and Silena Baeuregard

@notwillingtobefound - William Valdez, a child of Jason Grace and Leo Valdez, Iggy’s brother

@not-a-panda - Pandora Stoll, a child if Travis Stoll amd Katie Gardner, she has a cute cat!!

@morningstar-of-the-night - Kallisto Danica Arrelano-Grace, a child of Reyna Ramirez-Arellano and Thalia Grace

@daredevil-larue - Lucine La Rue, a child of Clarisse La Rue and Silena Beauregard

@overwhelmingly-his-son - Lukas Castellan, a grandchild of May Castellan, he's cool

@the-poison-and-the-sky - Belladonna Chase-Jackson, a child of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase-Jackson, from another Universe

@praetor-ambrose-asher - Ambrose Asher, a legacy of Primordial Khaos

ADULTS I KNOW:

@leo-repairguy-valdez - Leo Valdez, father to Iggs and William, married (?) to Jason Grace

@percy-jackson-xxx - Perseus Jackson, father to Charlie and Cassie, married to Annabeth Chase

@sincerely-anniejackson - Annabeth Chase-Jackson, mother to Charlie and Cassie, married to Perseus Jackson

ACC IS RAN BY: @moonssong

Tags:

#Oliver arrived - In character Oliver

#Oliver died - ooc

#Ephie supremacy - About his cat

#Oliver rants - something random ic Oliver

#Sister tag☀️ - When he interacts with his sister

#Death and fire - Oliver and Iggy (They’re shipped)

[amuhav]

     Agreeing to get there in fifteen minutes was stupid! Their apartment was on the far side of town! Agreeing at all was stupid, anyway. Her siblings would kill her if they knew she was meeting a guy, practically a stranger, in the middle of the night, like, what was she even thinking—      She saw Lukas ahead, and all that thinking just went away. He smiled warmly as Mist got close, and now she just felt stupid for making him worry.       “I’m so sorry, you really didn’t have to do this. I’m fine, really,” she rambled, and he laughed.      “You didn’t ask, I offered, dummy.”      “Well, yeah, but...” She trailed off, fidgetting with the hem of her shorts.      “You been on the beach yet?” He nudged her shoulder, and she glanced up with a smile, then shook her head. He flicked his head in that direction, and after a brief hesitation, she followed him onto the sand. “Me neither.”       She narrowed her eyes at him. “No? Not even for fresher’s week?”      He laughed. “Naaaah.”      “Really? That surprises me.”      “Because I look like a beach party guy?” he asked, brow raised in amusement.      Mist flushed. “Kinda,” she mumbled.      “It’s the tan and the blonde hair, right?”      Don’t answer that. Still, he chuckled at her noticeable silence.       “You’re half right,” Lukas admitted. “Love the beach, hate the people on it. Drunk people even more so.”      “Alcohol and unpredictable water does sound like a terrible combination,” Mist reasoned. “Especially at night. A recipe for disaster, really.”      “Exactly. And I wouldn’t be able to stop myself telling people to cool it, ya know? I’d just ruin their fun, so I stay away.”

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[theguardianace]

I need eneichment. Tell me about some favourite hcs / thought up scenarios of yours :3

im drawing a luka piece right now so i'll give ya some of mine for her!!! never done this i think haha

ok so first of all luka is NOT 5'3". she is at MINIMUM 5'8". MINIMUM. she is a tall girl she is cool and elegant and amazing and most of all TALL. fight my crypton future media

i like drawing her with a more athletic build than her official designs do. a bit more muscle from carrying the entire world on her back because vibes. also i think she's squishy

OH i wanted to do a "my headcannons for each sekai" for luka but never did?? anyways speedrun: l/n luka has blue streaks in her hair and is a bit more choppy, otherwise canon did her right. mmj luka has a bit more body fat on her (she's canonically squishy!! :D) and i would put some blue in her idol costume. vbs luka wears a ponytail and i do not take critisism. wxs luka has very curly, sheep-like hair and is the shortest of the bunch. n25 luka always has little braids in her hair from convincing the others to do her hair (she needs enrichment)

and also recent thought that idk if ill draw or not but its funny. winter outfits for the lukas. vs luka has a long, formal black coat with white fuzzies on the hems, and wears matching earmuffs with fuzzies too. l/n luka is similar, but her coat is shorter and more athletic in nature. l/n luka has cool winter boots. mmj luka has a very soft/fluffy pink fleece and wears a scarf. vbs luka wears a poofy jacket that's a bit short but well insulated. wxs luka has a big fluffy scarf and an oversized jacket she pretty much drowns in. its soft and fluffy. and n25 luka wears shorts and a t shirt to piss people off.

that's all ive got right now! live laugh love luka.

[whorekneecentral]

okay same anon who was screaming about the sergio ramos window inspo pic… could we get something based off that? maybe he got jealous and then fucks you against a window saying like he’s gonna show everyone who you belong to😩😩i literally love him so much🫶🏻🫶🏻

I love that inspo!! the moment I saw it, I'm like this is soooo him

"Why do you do that shit?" He grumbles, your back turned to him as you looked out the window.

"What did I do?" you call back to him, not really paying attention to him. You knew exactly what you did. You did it on purpose too; you liked to rile him up.

The two of you had joined a few of his old teammates from Real Madrid for dinner, Sergio was wrapped up in a conversation with Luka so you turned to your left and started talking to Vini. The two of you got along well, there was an instant connection between you two.

The conversation wasn't necessarily flirty, but you were leant into the man trying to hear him over the noise of the restaurant. Sergio misread the context and assumed you were flirting with his old teammate.

And your husband is nothing if not a jealous man.

He turns you to face him, your back against the glass as you looked up at him. "Need something?" You asked sweetly, Sergio rolls his eyes.

"You are so irritating."

"Says the man who was too busy with his husband all night that he didn't notice his wife."

You felt his hand snake under the hem of your dress. “No,” you wiggled in his grasp, your husband only holding you tighter.

“Relax, darling. Want everyone to see who you belong too.” He tells you, kissing you.

Sergio would never pressure you into anything so if you really didn’t want to do this, he’d stop but from the way you were holding onto him, he knew you did.

Your husband’s hand wanders further under your dress, all the way between your legs and you can’t help but spread them a bit, giving him better access. 

Your head falls back into his shoulder when you feel his thumb press to your clit. his fingers slip between your entrance. “So wet hm?” he says, leaning into you and his lips on your neck, “all for me baby?”

“Mhm hm.” 

His eyes catch the reflection in the window; Sergio's free arm hooked around you and held you in place. His eyes studying your face, his fingers buried in your cunt and your head tipped back, eyes closed and your hair falling over your shoulders.

"That's it, that's my girl."

[luv6r]

sooo, i'm looking for discord 1x1's currently!! i am a 3-3-3, adv. literate writer who enjoys delving into darker themes and content matter with my muses. for a feel of a few established muses i have, check out my muses page. i'll also list some wanted fcs + plots under the cut. feel free to hmu for my discord. <3

wanted (to play): sabrina carpenter, diamonte harper, sydney sweeney, alyssa stephens (latto777), indyah polack, nessa barrett, mariah buckles, madelyn cline, alexa tiziani, ariana fletcher, samaria davis, raven tracy (soooraven) // key glock, jacob elordi, lukas gage, rudy pankow, luke hemmings, brent faiyaz, duke dennis, central cee

wanted (opposites): alexa demie, rubi rose, maggie lindemann, jayda cheaves, kylie jenner, sydney sweeney, madison beer // jacob elordi, chase stokes, rudy pankow, jayson tatum, travis kelce, all aforementioned names

plots: rich kids with fucked up dispositions and more money than they know what to do with, enemies to lovers, celeb/non-celeb plots, crime plots, angst angst ANGST just check my plots tag !

[quickspinner]

Lukanette prompt: Luka models for Marinette and she learns that he looks amazing in a ball gown.

Let's Rock This Runway

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Marinette screeched. She tried not to yell at her employees, she really did, but this was not news that she could take calmly.

“She just said she had somewhere else to be and left,” her assistant said, too upset herself to be cowed by Marinette’s tone. 

Marinette wrung her hands to keep from pulling her carefully styled hair. “She’s the finale piece! It’s the lynchpin of the entire show, I can’t pull it! We—we have to put one of the other models in it, pull a different look—”

“There’s no time! Even if we tried, none of the other models is tall enough!”

“How could she just leave?” Marinette moaned. “This can’t be happening. It—it has to be sabotage, or something, a showcase model doesn’t just leave—”

“I’ll do it.” 

Marinette jumped and whirled at the voice behind her, and then looked up into Luka’s serious face. “W-what?” she stammered.

“I’ll do it.” He took a step back from her and pulled his shirt over his head. “I live with Juleka, I know the drill. I’ve helped coach her for years. I’ll wear it. You don’t have anybody else, right?” Luka grinned at her. “Time to make it work.” 

Marinette stared at him as he dropped the shirt and began unfastening his jeans. Mercifully he stopped there, waiting for her answer. 

“B-but your publicist—” she began, trying not to stare at the bright pink boxers peeking out from his open fly. He wasn’t even part of the show, he was only back here because he was her friend, and what would his agent think about his rising rock star wearing a ballgown in a highly publicized fashion show?

“They can deal. That's their job, after all.” Luka raised his eyebrows and sat down on a nearby chair to pull off his combat boots. “Well? Clock’s ticking.” He said it kindly, but Marinette knew he was right. She glanced at the clock and panic resurged. 

Marinette looked at him, and at the dress, and back, mind racing. It could work, she realized. The laced corset bodice meant there wouldn't be any problem with a zipper. The dress was sleeveless so Luka’s arms, which though lean sported far more muscle than Annie’s, wouldn't be a problem, nor his broader shoulders. Obviously Luka didn't have anything to fill the top out, but really, neither did Annie, so it shouldn't be a big deal. 

And really, what choice did she have?

“Let's do it,” she decided, motioning frantically to her dressers. They brought the dress over, and Marinette quickly turned to her assistant as Luka shimmied out of his jeans. “Get me a makeup kit and send Gerrold over here now. Threaten him, bribe him, I don’t care. Luka!” she called over her shoulder. “Can you walk in heels?” The hem was going to be too short for him no matter what they did, there was no way around that except to own it. 

“Better than you,” came Luka’s teasing reply, and Marinette rolled her eyes, still keeping her back to him. “Tell Yvette your shoe size. Yvette, get him the highest heels you can find that can match the dress. You know what, get a backup pair of flats too, I don’t want to deal with his agent if he breaks an ankle. Make sure he can walk in the high ones and if he looks unsteady, put him in the flats.” 

“How’s it look, boss?” called one of her dressers, and Marinette turned around. The full skirt of the princess style ballgown poofed out dramatically, just as it was mean to, and the corset molded to Luka’s torso as Devine laced it up in the back. Luka’s broad shoulders actually emphasized the narrow waist, making the silhouette even more dramatic, and he had enough muscle in his chest that the front didn’t gape. 

He looked…really good, actually. The deep red of the dress looked fantastic against his darkly tanned skin. Gerrod had arrived and was busy applying product, gelling Luka’s hair into an artistic mess that would mesh well with her other models, while giving him an androgynous look. 

“Makeup,” her assistant said at her elbow, and Marinette took the kit from her, reaching over the wide skirt to hand the kit to Luka. 

“I know you can do it faster than me,” she told him. “Just don’t get any on the dress.” The dressers were already frantically draping him in scrap fabric to keep Gerrold’s products from dripping. Luka went to work on his face, and Marinette turned away for a moment to make sure everything else was ready. Her other models were already lining up according to the directions of the stage crew, right behind—Lila. She was waiting for her cue but Marinette thought she caught a malicious smirk before Lila disappeared through the curtains. 

Marinette pressed her lips together. She was willing to bet every garment in the show that Lila had paid off Annie to leave early, or something similar. 

Underestimating Marinette, as always. 

She was so lucky to have people she could depend on. Marinette checked the other models, made a few last minute adjustments, whispered a few words of encouragement where they seemed to be needed, and then turned back to check on Luka. 

He was walking towards her, carefully holding out the full skirt, navigating the high black pumps Yvette had found for him with an ease that justified his confidence. His hair was side-swept and tousled perfectly, giving him a touch of androgyny that he had leaned into with his makeup work. Even so, he was every inch a man, and not really what she had intended for this look, but…

But it looked good. He looked good. His painted lips parted in a smirk as he saw her approving look. “Told you,” he teased. “Your clothes look good on anyone.” 

“I think it might just be that anything looks good on you,” Marinette said, hands reaching out to adjust the fall of the fabric across his chest, and smooth imaginary flaws from the skirt. “Thanks so much for doing this, Luka.”

Luka’s hands caught hers. “Hey. Anything for you, you know that.” He smiled as she met his eyes. “It’ll be okay, Marinette. I promise.” 

She couldn’t help believing him when he looked at her like that. Marinette raised his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Luka took his place in line and Marinette ran to obey the stage hands directions, barely keeping her grip on the microphone he handed her before shoving her out on stage.

Somehow, Marinette managed to announce her line—for once her insistence on over-rehearsing was justified. The crowd applauded, and Marinette fled back behind the curtain as the music started. She had to force herself to watch the monitor instead of the line of models behind her. 

Marinette’s heart leapt into her throat as Luka stomped onto the runway as confidently as any model she’d ever seen. The crowd went totally silent for several full seconds before cheers and applause erupted. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall, Marinette chanted in her head as Luka made his way down the runway. She held her breath as he did his pose-and-turn, staring into the camera with eyes so intense the dress almost seemed redundant. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat and she watched Luka’s mostly-bare back ripple under the lights as he walked back. 

Then he was backstage again, and extending a hand to her. Marinette barely had the presence of mind to take it (God he towered over her in those heels) and join the models on their final walk. 

“Smile,” Luka whispered urgently, just as they stepped out together on the runway. They followed the line of models, still hand in hand, Marinette belatedly remembering to wave to the audience and cameras—

And then it was over. They were all backstage again in a confused mass as the stage hands tried to herd them out of the way for the next line of models. 

Marinette kept an iron grip on Luka’s hand until they were back in their own dressing area. The dressers swept in and began undressing the models and calling instructions. Marinette found herself and Luka left alone in a little eddy of calm for a moment. 

“Are you all right?” Luka asked her, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “You look like you might pass out.”

“I might,” Marinette said faintly, and then she threw herself at Luka, bursting into tears. 

“Woah,” he caught her, stumbling for the first time in his heels. She felt him shrink as he stepped out of them, and wrapped his arms around her. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you made it. Don’t drip makeup all over this dress. Someone very important to me worked really hard on it,” he teased gently. He reached around her to grab a tissue from a vanity and dabbed at her face. 

The tears went as quickly as they came and Marinette caught his hand. “Luka you were amazing,” she told him. “Thank you so much, you have no idea—well, yes you do, but I—oh, Luka!” Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to slam her mouth against his, heedless that she was crushing the skirt of his gown. Her mouth slid on the slickness of his lipstick, but he quickly adjusted to meet her. His arms slid down and under her butt to lift her up against him. Marinette wrapped her legs against his waist and buried her hands in his hair before she remembered his back and shoulders were uncovered, and her hands slid down to trace the muscles gone hard with the effort of holding her up. 

It was the first time the tabloids would be right about her making out with one of her models after the show. The incongruous thought made her break away from Luka to giggle. 

“It’s a shame you can’t model for me again,” she said breathlessly. “You’re really, really good at it.” 

“I might be persuaded,” Luka rasped, and cleared his throat. 

“Nope,” Marinette shook her head. “Not possible. I don’t date my employees.” 

She barely had time to see his grin before he was kissing her again. 

AO3 Works | Fiction Master Post 

[almancaderslerim]

Almanca Erkek İsimleri

Almanca Erkek İsimleri ve Anlamları

Almanca erkek isimleri, Almanya’nın kültürel çeşitliliğini ve tarihini yansıtan anlamlar taşır. Geleneksel Alman isimleri kökenleri itibarıyla Germanik, Latin, İskandinav veya Hristiyan etkilerine sahipken, günümüzde modern isimler de sıklıkla tercih edilmektedir. Almanca erkek isimlerinin anlamlarını ve yaygın olarak kullanılan isimlerin listesini bu makalede bulabilirsiniz.

1. Almanca Erkek İsimlerinin Özellikleri

Geleneksel İsimler: Alman kültüründe tarihsel ve mitolojik isimlerin etkisi büyüktür. Özellikle İskandinav mitolojisinden ya da Hristiyan azizlerinden esinlenmiş isimler, Alman erkek isimlerinde sıklıkla görülür.

Modern ve Popüler İsimler: Almanya’da artık farklı kültürlerin etkisiyle daha modern isimler de tercih edilmektedir. Bu isimler özellikle şehirlerde yaygındır.

İsimlerin Artikelleri: Almancada isimlerin artikeli cinsiyete göre belirlenir. Erkek isimlerinin artikeli genellikle "der" olarak kullanılır.

2. Almanya’da Popüler Erkek İsimleri

Maximilian: Güçlü anlamına gelir ve Almanya’da çok popülerdir.

Leon: "Aslan" anlamına gelir, son yıllarda oldukça popülerleşmiştir.

Paul: "Küçük" anlamına gelen, Latin kökenli bir isimdir.

Lukas/Lucas: "Işık" anlamına gelir ve Almanya’da klasik isimler arasında yer alır.

Felix: "Mutlu, talihli" anlamına gelir ve pozitif çağrışımlar taşır.

3. Almanya’da En Çok Kullanılan Erkek İsimleri (2023)

Emil

Ben

Finn

Jonas

Elias

Noah

Henry

Leon

Theo

Liam Bu isimler, Almanya İstatistik Ofisi verilerine göre en çok tercih edilen isimler arasında yer almaktadır.

4. Almanca Erkek İsimleri ve Anlamları

Karl: "Güçlü" anlamına gelir. Tarihi bir geçmişi vardır.

Wolfgang: "Kurt yolcusu" anlamına gelir ve ünlü besteci Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ile tanınır.

Friedrich: "Barış lideri" anlamına gelir.

Otto: Zengin ve güçlü bir geçmişe sahiptir.

Hugo: "Akıllı, zeki" anlamına gelir.

5. Almanca Erkek İsimleri ile İlgili İpuçları

Dil Uyumuna Dikkat: Almanca isimlerin Türkçe fonetik yapısıyla uyumu önemlidir. Örneğin, Max ve Leon gibi isimler Türkçe’de de kolayca telaffuz edilebilir.

İsimlerin Anlamlarına Göre Seçim: İsimlerin taşıdığı anlamlar aileler için önemli olabilir. Güç, barış, bilgelik gibi değerleri temsil eden isimler öne çıkmaktadır.

Sonuç

Almanca erkek isimleri, hem tarihi hem de modern anlamda geniş bir yelpazeye sahiptir. Bu isimlerin anlamlarını öğrenmek, kültürel bağları güçlendirmek ve isim seçimi konusunda ilham almak isteyenler için oldukça faydalıdır.

[almancadersleri]

Almanca Erkek İsimleri

Almanca Erkek İsimleri ve Anlamları

Almanca erkek isimleri, Almanya’nın kültürel çeşitliliğini ve tarihini yansıtan anlamlar taşır. Geleneksel Alman isimleri kökenleri itibarıyla Germanik, Latin, İskandinav veya Hristiyan etkilerine sahipken, günümüzde modern isimler de sıklıkla tercih edilmektedir. Almanca erkek isimlerinin anlamlarını ve yaygın olarak kullanılan isimlerin listesini bu makalede bulabilirsiniz.

1. Almanca Erkek İsimlerinin Özellikleri

Geleneksel İsimler: Alman kültüründe tarihsel ve mitolojik isimlerin etkisi büyüktür. Özellikle İskandinav mitolojisinden ya da Hristiyan azizlerinden esinlenmiş isimler, Alman erkek isimlerinde sıklıkla görülür.

Modern ve Popüler İsimler: Almanya’da artık farklı kültürlerin etkisiyle daha modern isimler de tercih edilmektedir. Bu isimler özellikle şehirlerde yaygındır.

İsimlerin Artikelleri: Almancada isimlerin artikeli cinsiyete göre belirlenir. Erkek isimlerinin artikeli genellikle "der" olarak kullanılır.

2. Almanya’da Popüler Erkek İsimleri

Maximilian: Güçlü anlamına gelir ve Almanya’da çok popülerdir.

Leon: "Aslan" anlamına gelir, son yıllarda oldukça popülerleşmiştir.

Paul: "Küçük" anlamına gelen, Latin kökenli bir isimdir.

Lukas/Lucas: "Işık" anlamına gelir ve Almanya’da klasik isimler arasında yer alır.

Felix: "Mutlu, talihli" anlamına gelir ve pozitif çağrışımlar taşır.

3. Almanya’da En Çok Kullanılan Erkek İsimleri (2023)

Emil

Ben

Finn

Jonas

Elias

Noah

Henry

Leon

Theo

Liam Bu isimler, Almanya İstatistik Ofisi verilerine göre en çok tercih edilen isimler arasında yer almaktadır.

4. Almanca Erkek İsimleri ve Anlamları

Karl: "Güçlü" anlamına gelir. Tarihi bir geçmişi vardır.

Wolfgang: "Kurt yolcusu" anlamına gelir ve ünlü besteci Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ile tanınır.

Friedrich: "Barış lideri" anlamına gelir.

Otto: Zengin ve güçlü bir geçmişe sahiptir.

Hugo: "Akıllı, zeki" anlamına gelir.

5. Almanca Erkek İsimleri ile İlgili İpuçları

Dil Uyumuna Dikkat: Almanca isimlerin Türkçe fonetik yapısıyla uyumu önemlidir. Örneğin, Max ve Leon gibi isimler Türkçe’de de kolayca telaffuz edilebilir.

İsimlerin Anlamlarına Göre Seçim: İsimlerin taşıdığı anlamlar aileler için önemli olabilir. Güç, barış, bilgelik gibi değerleri temsil eden isimler öne çıkmaktadır.

Sonuç

Almanca erkek isimleri, hem tarihi hem de modern anlamda geniş bir yelpazeye sahiptir. Bu isimlerin anlamlarını öğrenmek, kültürel bağları güçlendirmek ve isim seçimi konusunda ilham almak isteyenler için oldukça faydalıdır.

[miraculouslybroadway]

Multibug & Vipercat Snippets:

Onesies

It was Halloween. Marinette had been working on commissions all of October for celebrities, and didn’t have the time to put together a costume of her own.

On Halloween morning Luka stopped by just as she was finishing up a fitting.

“Come in!” She called when he knocked on the door.

“Hey Mari, I brought you coffee and lunch. I checked your schedule and I wanted to make sure you ate.” Luka entered her room balancing a few things in his arms. 

His girlfriend was scurrying around the room, pins in her mouth and her hair in a messy bun. 

Standing in the center of the room was Clara Nightingale, dressed as a stylized nightingale. Elegantly arranged on her dress was an assortment of brown and cream colored feathers, and her wings stretched out, attached to her arms. 

“Hey Lu.” Marinette didn’t look up from her hemming.

Luka set the things down and started straightening up. Her room was covered in assorted feathers and scales (Jagged’s crocodile costume was insane), and her personal belongings were currently scattered between the floor and any available surface.

By the time Clara’s dress had been hemmed, zipped up into a carrier bag for safe transportation, and then leaving with Clara, Luka had already been there for an hour.

Marinette was still working, updating her website with new pictures. She stopped when she felt Luka’s arms wrap around her waist. It was cold out, but she kept the room warm so his sweater was tied around his waist, revealing the band of tattoos wrapped around his arms.

“Hey Mel, you can’t save the world if you don’t eat.”

“I have to update my website. And then after I have to clean…Lu! You cleaned my room for me? You didn’t have to do that!”

Luka chuckled, “Like I said, you can’t save the world on an empty stomach. It was the least I could do love.”

“I love you.” She angled her head to kiss underneath his jaw before taking the sandwich he brought and finishing her website update. 

“I love you too. You want me to let the kwamis out?”

“Can you? I think they’ve been getting antsy. All month I’ve had people in this room so they’ve had less time to stretch. Luckily it’s…HOW IS IT ALREADY HALLOWEEN! I didn’t have time to make a costume!”

Luka kissed the top of her forehead. “Shhh, finish your lunch and we’ll figure it out together.”

Once she’d calmed down, and Luka let the kwamis out of the box, he showed her the bag he’d brought.

“Now I know this isn’t a fancy costume, but we didn’t have anything planned so I thought we’d just stay in tonight and watch some Halloween movies. But, I saw these at the store the other day and I thought they were perfect.” 

Marinette peaked inside the bag and squealed. “Luka you didn’t!” She jumped into his lap to hug him. “They’re so cute! Stitch and Angel! I love you!”

Luka grinned. “Anything for you Melody.”

That evening, once her room was clean, the kwamis had a few pieces of candy and then decided to go back in the box and give them some space, and Marinette’s parents had closed up shop, they were cuddled in bed in matching onesies watching Hocus Pocus.

“I really can’t thank you enough Luka! Not just for today, but for everything you’ve done for me over the past few years. You’re my partner. I wouldn’t be able to save the world without you. I wouldn’t have been able to graduate early or start university or build my brand without you!”

Luka just shrugged and pulled her closer to him. “I love you Marinette. Someone as incredible as you just needed a little help to get where you were destined to go. I’m happy to be that person for you.”

Marinette stopped for a moment, and then paused the movie. “Luka I’m serious.” She angled herself so they were looking at each other. She bit her lip before saying, “Lu, will you marry me?”

Luka’s eyes went wide before softening. “I thought you’d never ask. And hey, if you love them so much, can we get married in these onesies too?”

Marinette’s face twisted to a horrified expression. “I just proposed to you in pajamas! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go I didn’t even have a plan! Luka I’m sorry but I’m going to have to take it back-“

He cut her off with a quick kiss. “I’m sorry Melody but you can’t take it back. I have already said yes to becoming Mr. Dupain-Cheng. When people ask we’re just going to have to say you proposed while we were wearing onesies.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “So…we’re getting married?”

“Hell yeah we are.”

“When?”

“Hey, if you want to I’m free tomorrow.”

“No we can’t I have a meeting.”

“Thursday?”

“Can I bring Marc?”

“I was going to bring Juleka. She’s probably going to bring Rose though.”

“Well that’s okay. Marc was probably going to bring Nath.”

“Alix might as well show up with Chloe at this rate. And you know that Kagami won’t be far behind.”

“So, Thursday?”

“I can’t wait.”

“Oh and Lu?”

“Yeah?”

“There is no way we’re getting married in these onesies.”

[miraculousalamode]

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at the end of all of these posts, we will post the artist applications for you to submit your answers!

FIC ID: N11

Pairing: Luka/Marinette

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: She’s been hunting him for the whole night— chasing him across rooftops, almost cornering him on many alley walls and having her way with him, only for him to distract her enough to teasingly escape. But she’s caught him, finally, and now there is nowhere left to run.

Lady Noire latches onto him the second he opens his door to his room.

How she’s fit through that porthole, Luka has no idea— but one moment he’s shouldering through the squeaky hinges of a door that’s barely older than him, and the next— he’s backed up against the wall with a tongue in his mouth and a warm body against his.

He’d expected this. She’s been hunting him for the whole night— chasing him across rooftops, almost cornering him on many alley walls and having her way with him, only for him to distract her enough to teasingly escape.

But she’s caught him, finally.

There’s barely a light on in his room except of the flicker of his laptop, because he can’t figure out how to get the screensaver to turn off after more than an hour of being idle, and it’s been at least five hours since he’s touched it— and it still blinks impassively in the dark of the room. But he doesn’t need to see.

He knows its her— her— because the last thing he saw before the back of his head made contact with the wall and made his eyesight go hazy was a blur of neon green. His hands make it to her waist with a groan— and there’s such a pretty line to her spine, now, as she fists the fabric of his jean jacket with a purr as she continues to greet and have a conversation with the back of his throat with her tongue.

“Try not to make my clothes into a scratching post, pretty kitty.” He groans when she lets him breathe— choosing instead to assault the skin below his mouth with nips to his jaw.

“You don’t want me to give you an authentic distressed feel to your clothes?” Her voice sounds like heat— his vision goes hazy again when her hands rub up and down his shirt— teasingly slipping underneath the hem to trace nonsensical patterns onto the skin of his abs. “What a shame— I was looking for something to get my hands on tonight. I’m so pent up I could tear up steel with my teeth alone. Why don’t I use you instead?”

“Lady Noire using a civilian as a cat toy?” he gasps out— and nearly goes blind entirely when she lifts his shirt up enough so that she can nip at his sternum, and then lower, and then lower— the poor little kitten. She’s hungry, it seems— he’s kept her starving for hours during patrol— and nothing of his own miraculous being just as predatory as hers can stop the way he’s powerless and rooted to the spot from the way her eyes glow at him in the dark.

“Maybe even more, if you’re lucky enough,” He can’t see the glint of her teeth and she smiles at him, but he knows it’s there. He groans at the feeling of her mouth against his hip— the feeling of her fangs pressing into his skin enough to make him shock himself into moving.

“You can’t be too loud.”

“There’s no one home,” she purrs, licking his thigh so softly and so sweetly it should be considered a sin. “You’re all mine tonight, Vai.”

Because of course Noire’s checked for noise as soon as she’d come in. She eases him out of his jeans so easily that it almost feels wrong, and pulls the fabric down to his knees. She ignores his arousal in favor of teething his thighs, humming to herself, pressing her chest into his calf. Her claws are as delicate with him as they possibly can be— which is to say his head hits back against the door frame again when he feels her drag those sharp points lightly against his skin to the point he’s seeing stars. 

“Make it hurt,” he hisses.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” she whispers, but she grins nonetheless. He can feel her smile against his thigh— how she presses her teeth into the tenseness of his muscle as she cups his balls. He pants, head hitting the door again, helpless to do nothing but swallow as she laughs.

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Juleka Couffaine

Here’s our Vampire Queen, flying into the scene! Thanks as always to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Species: Vampire

Appearance/Attire: Long straight black hair with purple streaks, blood red eyes, deathly pale skin, sharp fangs. Onyx bat clips holding back her bangs, black leather jacket with amethyst studs on shoulders, red choker with black bat charm, blood red v-neck with chains at the hem, layered chain belt, ankle-length black skirt with slit up right leg, violet heeled combat boots.

Bio: A proud but reserved vampire, Juleka is not one to speak unless she has something to say. Thankfully, her presence says everything it needs to with her regal but mischievous air. She’s a kind girl who serves as the voice of reason in her class more often than not. She loves to take flight in her bat form, especially on moonless nights. She is strongly against drinking blood from humans or other monsters, sticking to her blood packs. She adores her girlfriend Rose, who she performs with in their band, music being a passion she shares with her brother Luka.

Quotes:

“I’m having a bloody good time, fangs for asking!”

"Rosie, you make my heart batty with joy!"

"I'd take Marceline over Edward any day!”

“I normally don't drain humans or other monsters, but l'll make an exception if you take one step closer!"

"As long as there's no garlic, I'm always down for a slice of pizza."

"Let's rock their fangs off!"

Don’t worry, she won’t bite! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!