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elliereject · 1 month ago

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nailtech!reader x mechanic!ellie drabble!

this came to me while I was doing my nails (cuz I’ll be damned to pay $40 for 3 strips of paint that’s gonna grow out in week)

the first time mechanic!ellie sees you, is also the first time she ever steps foot in a nail salon, clad in her jumpsuit since she had to come right after her shift. dinas wedding was coming up and she requested that all her bridesmaids gets a matching set of acrylics

mechanic!ellie who thanked dina for letting her just get her short nails painted the simple lilac colour all the other girls were getting.

mechanic!ellie who almost trips over the wet floor sign when she sees you working with a client, looking so focused and so beautiful.

mechanic!ellie who allows a few of the other girls to go ahead of her so she can time it right and get paired with you.

mechanic!ellie who feels her heart melt when you shoot her a warm smile and ask her what she’d like done and if she had a reference picture.

she stares at you blankly, and you tell her you’ll just do something you think she’d like and that you'll change it if she wants.

mechanic!ellie who feels her heart pick up in pace when you grab her hands to inspect her sad excuse of a nail bed.

mechanic!ellie who’s caught of guard when you ask her if she scrubs under her nails

mechanic!ellie clears her throat and says “of course I do” after laughing like you had told her the funniest dad joke in the world (she doesn’t and you didn’t)

mechanic!ellie who tries to crack a joke/flirt?? with you by saying “you look stressed, is painting nails that hard?”

mechanic!ellie who’s confused when you shoot her a sideways glance while cutting her rockhard cuticles because she’s a clueless, grimy, loser.

mechanic!ellie tries to lighten the tension by telling a joke, “hey uh, do you know how you can tell if a mechanic had sex?”

“..what?”

“their middle fingernail’s clean.”

it’s one Joel had told her when she was younger and she hadn't quite understood it, but once she took on the business…well let’s just say it was pretty accurate.

mechanic!ellie who chuckles nervously when you give her a blank stare before cracking a small smile,

she got you.

mechanic!ellie, now that she knows you don’t think she’s a waste of space, talks to you easier and finds out that you’re still in school, but your aunt owns the salon, and you’re working here for experience. your favourite colour to work with is blue, and you once had to tackle a lady who tried to leave without paying.

all’s going well until mechanic!ellie asks you what you’re in school for and shoots you a look when you say this.

“seriously? you don’t want a real job where you like actually work with your hands or something?”

mechanic!ellie says because she’s a STUPID, clueless, grimy, loser.

“what the—this is a real job and I do work with my hands.”

“no, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t actually.” you end the conversation by putting both her hands in the curing machines and getting up to help one of your coworkers.

to mechanic!ellie’s surprise, when the machines beep it’s not you who continues working on her nails, but one of your older coworkers. she feels a pang of confusion and hurt in her chest but quickly shuts it up as she notices most of the bridal party is already done.

mechanic!ellie who looks at her hands a sighs, it was..alright, after you left the lady who took over didn’t really know what you were going for, so it was kind of mismatched but from far away it looked fine.

mechanic!ellie who pays and leaves with the rest of the party and feels her heart sink when she waves at you and you completely turn around.

mechanic!ellie who tells dina about what happened over FaceTime later that night and is taken back when she calls her a stupid idiot.

mechanic!ellie who finds out just how much work nail technicians go through to be able to run a business, plus how much they do for others.

mechanic!ellie who after hanging up googles a bit more about nail techs and reads stories or watches videos about people explaining how their nail tech practically saved their life and how nail art is a way for someone to express themselves as well as a tedious art form that takes patience and heaps of skill.

mechanic!ellie who feels like the biggest idiot ever and gives herself 30 minutes to wallow in self-pity before deciding she needed to find a way to make it right.

mechanic!ellie shows up to your studio right after dinas wedding, still clad in her lilac and off-white tailored suit, luckily she caught you outside just as you were locking up.

mechanic!ellie who apologizes profusely for being such a dumbass, infodumps everything she's learned about nail techs from her research, and explains that she thinks you're very cute and would love to get to know you more.

mechanic!ellie who trails off when you begin to giggle.

"so you did some research?" you offered her a small smile.

"tons," she nodded. "and i'm sorry."

you leaned against the door and smiled wider this time, "you already said that."

she nodded again, "right."

the two of you stared at each other for a second.

mechanic!ellie who breaks the silence first.

"would it be forward to ask you to accompany me as my date to the after-party?"

"it would," you tease. "but i accept."

mechanic!ellie who lets out a sigh of relief before pulling a gorgeous lilac and lily bouquet from behind her back.

"thank god, because it would've been really embarrassing if I'd won the bouquet toss for nothing."

you take the flowers, your smile faltering as you gaze down at your dusty crocs and polish-stained apron "you sure i'm okay to go like this?"

"you look beautiful." mechanic!ellie says honestly.

you nod but she still senses some apprehension, in a quick motion, she reaches behind you and into a potted plant placed before the entrance, smearing dirt on her pants and suitjacket.

"ellie!" you gasp which turns into a shocked giggle.

she grinned, "see, now it just looks like we’re making a statement."

you roll your eyes playfully and the two of you walk, arms interlinked, to her truck and only separate so she can open the door for you.

if anybody wonders who you are, nobody asks, although the two of you do garner a few judgemental glances at the state of your attire.

mechanic!ellie still with that grin on her face pulls the two of you from the open bar onto the dance floor when a slow song starts up, gathering you in her arms and swaying slowly to the sappy music.

mechanic!ellie who knows her face is practically fluorescent after you place a peck to her cheek.

mechanic!ellie who doesn't care one bit.

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sorry if the first part of this is buns i wrote it like over a year ago and just finished it now it’s also my first time writing a blurb like this :p

#my first gift to you #hope u enjoy #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie angst #ellie fic #ellie x reader #ellie fluff

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ghxstmxchine · 11 months ago

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✧.* thinking about genderqueer!Hobie...

genderqueer!Hobie who wears whatever the hell he wants, clothes have no gender and he looks damn good in a skirt, a little pleated latex one hanging onto his hips, the straps of his thong peeking out and fishnets crawling down his legs

genderqueer!Hobie that wears high heels whenever he can, it's a pain to catch bad guys in them but on a night out he's slipping on a pair of go go boots with chunky heels and leather that trails up his strong calves. he's already tall enough but now he's towering over you, leaning down with a cocky smirk on his face as he talks about how lucky he is to bring such a pretty boy out with him

and when he's more than a few drinks deep, stumbling out of the pub with you and finally takes off those shoes that make it so much harder to walk, he tosses them over his shoulder, giggling sweetly to you in his drunken haze with those black lacquered lips he painted earlier

genderqueer!Hobie with long acrylic nails but still has one hell of a right hook, he doesn't care to listen to people talk shit and will gladly make that clear all while making sure his pretty makeup isn't messed up and he doesn't lose a single nail

genderqueer!Hobie who you can never predict what he'll look like when you see him, he'd never particularly cared for consistency. Sometimes it's his usual get up, leather, spikes and skinny jeans, flanking you like some guard dog. other days it's dresses, skirts and fishnets, nails trailing along your skin as he takes your arm in his, cooing in your ear

even if he looks one way on the outside, you can probably bet yourself he's wearing the prettiest pair of panties underneath or a thong that barely covers anything, begging to be pushed aside as you take him in your mouth

#atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader

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allurenamin-moved · 1 year ago

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⏤ 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞 ; 𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

tags ⇢ roronoa zoro x reader, nsfw content, not much just pure self indulgence, sub!zoro who refuses to admit it, bondage, dirty talk, bit of a good boy kink

word count ⇢ 0.5k

author’s note ⇢ here's a little something that's been sitting in my drafts that i'm now posting because...why not, lol. i'm honestly not even sure if i like this but i thought i might as well take it slow in terms of getting back in the swing of writing. also... first one piece fic! let me know what you all think!

“Say it then. Tell me what you’ll do to me. At least I’ll have proof that you can use your words like a good boy.”

Zoro’s ongoing proclivity towards denial was thoroughly challenged this time.

Of course he’d anticipated the divine defeat. Perhaps the issue lay in how long he’d actually thought it would take for you to crack. The deceitful solace of “eventually” had run its course; nothing in this world had made him feel more naive.

But he refused to show you that, unbeknownst to him how privy you were to the ego that only rivaled the size of his mouth watering thighs, reverently spread apart for your whims.

Here and there were brutal attacks on his self-esteem that weren’t foreign. The confinement of your handcuffs was always a handy guard against his deliciously rough response to your teasing; the coos, the giggles, and the friction of your clothed cunt against his desperate, throbbing cock. Naturally, you were much, much braver. Naturally, he was much, much smaller.

It was just time for him to admit it. And you’ll do everything in your power to make him.

“You’re bluffing. Acting so bold as if you don’t know how this is gonna end.” He spits, almost as if his arms weren’t above his head, restricting the methods in which he would’ve ended this.

Challenging the knowledge of your capabilities was a big mistake, he’d learned from the discernable lift of the corner of your mouth. The real Zoro had made way for chills to run down his spine as he’d failed to keep his rocky exterior intact. Boy, did he fucking hate the real Zoro.

“I don’t even know what’s gotten you so mad, baby. I’ve barely touched you.” You purr, successfully prefacing your first round of silky touches; starting at his wrists, your manicured fingertips make trails down his toned arms as a modus of appreciation.

Zoro despised the discernibility of his shudders, enhanced by the contact of your acrylics now on the soft, sensitive skin of his biceps. For what it was worth, paranoia had been dismissed from his vocabulary, having always known that your overt affinity for pointy nails is not to be taken lightly. Further validation of this statement was in the form of your fingers now trailing towards his chest.

“You’re shy now, aren’t you?” A brave murmur slyly responds to your hands, cautious in their act of toying with his taut pecs. His famous smirk makes its way through, regardless. Regardless of his foiling conscience. Regardless of his failure to deter you. Regardless of the fact that it was going to disappear pretty soon.

“Who said I was shy?” You muse, hands beginning to massage the area. The twitch of his cock was impossible to miss. But he isn’t giving up just yet.

Inwardly grimacing at his shortage of witty comebacks, he’d decided that the best idea is seeing where the sly night could take him… you’ve made it clear that it won’t be an easy stroll.

#writings. © by sana.#we're trying this again...#one piece #one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #zoro smut

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midorisudachi · 1 year ago

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"We are the ones who guard the power. We are the middle, the beginning, and the end." - The Daughter, from the mural (Star Wars Rebels)

I've watched the season finale of Ahsoka three times now (1st was by myself, 2nd time was with my son, and the 3rd time was with my Mum). A certain scene near the end of the episode - after a realization of what it was - made me think back to two certain special episodes: one from The Clone Wars and one from Rebels. This idea came to me on Sunday (October 8) night, so I quickly sketched out The Daughter and Morai, then coloured it in on October 9 (Monday). I always found the "Mortis gods" or "The Ones" rather interesting. I've always liked characters that have a small or short appearance, yet their character is important. The Daughter is so tall in her human form: 2.13 meters (or 6'9")!

I hope everybody likes this. Please let me know if you do Star Wars fan art (or anything sci-fi or from Dragon Age or Naruto). I'd love to see your work! Thank you to everybody who supports my art. You truly mean a lot to me. It is what keeps me going as an artist.

This was drawn with my usual mediums: Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mix of Copic Markers and Ohuhu Markers. The background is acrylic paint on black posterboard. I actually cut out The Daughter & Morai from the paper I drew them on, then glued it to the painted posterboard. An interesting way to do mixed mediums, yes? The gold paint is actually metallic & shiny in real life, but sadly scanners kill colours and metallics. (Well darn, scanners sometimes kills the line art.) The actual art piece is 11.25" x 14".

I have another Ahsoka series fan art that I created last week. I will share it next week. I had posted it on my Instagram, but Insta is horrible to so many artists (especially if you do traditional art), because the Algorithim of Doom buries your work so deep that nobody sees it. My art basically fails on Insta. So I believe that from now on, I'll only submit my artwork here on Tumblr.

Star Wars/Clone Wars/Rebels/The Daughter/Morai © Lucasfilm Animation & Disney

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bunnii-143 · 10 months ago

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changbin (3/8)

MDNI

(fem reader)

Skz thought dump…(3/8)

Sub!changbin who never thought he was a sub. He was just a scary rapper. Sure he had a girlfriend, she was an artist too, she had a very dominant personality, you could hear it in her songs. You always fought for dominance whenever you were getting intimate, and he usually won…unless he’s caught off guard. As we know, our Binnie cannot stand to be alone. This one night he had begged you to come to the studio, purely not to be alone. You of course you instantly agree. So now you’re sitting on the studio couch and he’s in the main chair working away. You’ve barely seen him -let alone any physical contact- since they’re prepping for their new comeback. You sigh and walk up and hug him from behind while nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Binnieeeeee” you whine, “pay attention to me.” You stay trying to sound a bit firmer and he laughs “wait a minute babe.” You groan at his response. You tug his chair Back a bit so you can straddle his lap and kiss him. He moans into the kiss and you nibble on his bottom lip and swipe your tongue across it causing an even louder moan. Your tongue finds its way to his and they intertwine together. You run your hands down his body and stop at the drawstrings of the his sweated and tug at them and pull away. You can tell from the bulge that he wants it to. But you always ask consent. “No one’s here, and you’ve barely touched me…that’s not fair to me or you!” You say lowly and he just nods and whispers “please…”. You smile. Tugging his sweatpants and boxers down freeing his length. Its average length but the girth always makes your mouth water, “fucking beautiful.” You murmur and he whimpers. You lift your skirt a bit and move your underwear to the side. You grab the base and align it with your entrance and sink down all in one go (goddamn) causing a loud moan from you both, you grip his shoulders and stay still to adjust a bit. “You okay baby?” He whispers “I know I’m bigger and no prep-“ you cut him off and start rocking your hips forcing moans and groans from you both, your acrylic nails into his shoulder, and start bouncing. “Fuck…so tight…” he groans And you moan loudly as he hit your g-spot. Over and over and over. Your thighs shake and your legs give out, changbin wastes no time in grabbing your waist and bounces you. The sound of moans and skin slapping fill the room “Darling I’m close- where do you want it?“ he groans, “cum in me baby-“ your walls clench around him as he hits the right spot and your eyes loll back, screaming his name as you cum. His thrust become an inconsistent pace and with one final grunt he cums, thrusting a few more times making sure none comes out and he hugs you closer. “I love you baby.” You murmur to him. “I love you too…we should do this more often.” Maybe you just will.

(a/n) sorry it’s not any better, I’m having extreme cramps and they hurtTtTtTt✨ but I had a one written for him but it’s so long I’m making it a different fic! This is my first real attempt at in depth smut so feedback is appreciated! Thank you guys so much for all the likes and support it’s so amazing to me! I promise to write as much as I can!!! Remember to eat, drink water and rest. I love y’all always!💕💕💕

#stray kids x you #skz scenarios #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagines #stray kids hard thoughts #skz smut #stray kids x reader smut #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin x y/n #changbin x you

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musettastone · 5 months ago

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Nobody asked, but here are some of my personal headcanons for various Lucky Luke characters hehe

Lucky Luke

☆Luke is short for Lucas, but nobody ever calls him that except his mother

☆Luke's father (who wasn't in his life, ditched before he was born) was actually an outlaw (though not a very successful one). Unlike Luke, he was a terrible shot.

☆Luke got Jolly imported from London and initially found Rantanplan as a puppy in Texas (before he became a prison "guard dog")

☆Luke is 24

☆Luke's dream vacation spot is Belgium (which is why his outfit is based off of the Belgian flag 🇧🇪)

☆ Fingers helped Luke to quit smoking (semi-canon I guess because "Fingers" was the first issue where he stopped smoking completely)

☆Luke was born in Colorado, but his true home is ✨️Texas✨️

The Daltons

☆William and Jack are identical twins, although Jack is taller because he ate healthier growing up lol. They both like to confuse other people on who is who and often switch names and pretend to be each other. Even Luke can't keep up with who is who.

☆Joe has NRP2 dwarfism, a rare type of proportional dwarfism. He is about 4' 5" due to this condition, although he has never received an official diagnosis (because it's the 1800s, lol). Averell, on the other hand, is 6' 8" and often has to bend to get through doors.

☆The only food Averell hates is chocolate

☆Joe would never admit it, but he has a hobby for stargazing and often likes to analyze constellations

☆William loves to cheat at cards while Jack prefers to play fair

☆Ages: Joe: 26, Jack and William: 24 and Averell, 22

Billy The Kid

☆Billy's full name is Henry McCarty (just like the real Billy The Kid lol), but he will smack you (or try to at least) if you call him Henry

☆Billy has a secret passion for baking. He loves sweets, especially pastries, and will often make them by the dozen

Fingers

☆Real name is Freddie (he ALWAYS spells it with the "ie", he insists)

☆Always getting his nails done, and he always has on 2 inch blinged out acrylics (another reason why they call him Fingers, lol)

☆Born in the West Indies, specifically Martinique.

☆Fingers is a traveler by heart, so he is always going to and from different countries, his current residence being the United States, his previous being France.

☆Best friends with Pat Poker, they love doing card tricks together

Pat Poker

☆Born and raised in Chicago (pre fire), which is where he learned to play cards. Cheating runs in his blood, as his father, grandfather, cousins, and siblings were also huge card sharks.

☆Builds card houses for fun with his gang

☆When he doesn't cheat, he actually hates poker just because it is too unpredictable for him, lol

☆Favorite colors are pink and purple. He has his office painted pink and has rhinestones with his initials on his gun

Others

☆Phil Defer is like 7 feet tall, even taller than Averell. He is also best friends with Elliot Belt.

☆August Oyster and Calamity Jane secretly would like to befriend each other but would NEVER admit it

☆Waldo Badminton has a blackbelt in jujutsu

☆Mad Jim spent hours in the mirror just trying to get that Lucky Luke combover right lol

☆Ma Dalton and Pa Dalton often went on robbing sprees for their date nights

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a-spicy-reader · 7 months ago

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Sativa

Synopsis: Lee SooHyuk raises his heavy eyes, the black cap covers him a little and it bothers you. The man places his palm in front of the cigarette and lights it the first time his finger rolls around the lighter. The first drag is strong, he bites in, letting the smoke penetrate his lungs for a few seconds and then slowly releasing it.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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The beat of the music numbs your ears as you peek through the gap in the curtain at the number of people that night. A packed house, no other girl was at your level when it came to entertainment and it was exactly for this reason that there were two security guards in front of the stage so that no guy would touch you.

The limits are established between touching the garter attached to the thigh and the panties tight inside the ass, practically invisible when standing. Her heels click against the floor as the name is announced and the screams intensify like a choir.

You didn't dream of being a stripper when you were younger, you didn't want to have that life for so long… that was the thought you walked through the front door of Holy Girls Night.

The first time on stage seemed scary and you felt like giving up everything, but it was that guy who looked at your show and said: — You'll be the best in this place, I have no doubt.

The tone of voice was as deep as thunder, that statement sounded like a prophecy. It didn't take more than nine months for Cheryl to be the best-known name in all the nightclubs in Los Angeles.

The transformation happened on stage when the white light on your face meets the spotlights that illuminate the pole, the noise around you doesn't intimidate you and you become the woman that all those men would like to take home.

Such a short dress without any staging, her bare back amidst her hair loose in curls that reach the top of her ass, she smells her own perfume exhale and likes it, she feels the vibration of the sound pulsate in her body and begins dancing slowly to the beats of the chosen song.

The first turn around the pole makes you see your audience from the front, not smile. Just see them as they really are, a shower of money. Sensual music plays in the background, concentrated on the beat as you walk in front of the catwalk and go down to the first man who looks mesmerized at your thighs, squats with his legs squeezed together and rolls as if he were on top of a dick. The first notes start to be played on top of her without so much effort.

A delicious and exorbitant euphoria grew in your chest, the feeling that there was no woman in the world who was as hot as you. She gets on all fours with her ass stuck out towards them, rolls slowly and then gets up, moving her hands from her ankles until she reaches her thighs.

She turned around and placed her hands on the hem of the silver dress she was wearing, moving her hands up her body and grabbing her breasts. The euphoric screams increase when she puts her fingers on the curve of her neck and pulls the metal strip that holds that piece of cloth that she called a dress.

At the exact moment the piece falls onto your acrylic platform sandals, money rains down like a storm outside. The breasts were completely exposed, with only the nipples covered with a small silver sticker. The panties are so small that they barely cover your crotch and yet you don't care about that, you love and vibrate with every scream of your name, with all the nasties that could say… it's exciting. Being hot turned you on, you know you're too good not to be a pure exhibitionist.

Among familiar faces, the man in the black cap is near the bar, you can barely see him due to the reflection of the lights. But, his golden chain shines among the others, his presence is marked as usual. Every Friday he would be there, watching his work from afar.

This encourages her to be much more provocative, makes her want to be the devil in the heads of all those men. I wanted to turn them inside out every time I spun around on the pole, slowly climb up letting them see my ass, use my body weight to float one foot behind the other, walking on air while my hands are firmly holding the post. The sensuality increases when it rises to the top and quickly descends, reaching half of it, with the legs around it, grabbing it between the thighs and falling back with the torso looking at the others in front.

Everything is about the size of your ass, how those panties would be swallowed up on the next climb and that it would end the next second you hit the catwalk again. He climbs the pole once again and comes down, spreading his legs in a perfect scale, the eminent madness of all those men when his ass moves sensually one side at a time, swings it with such ease and the rain doesn't stop falling in over you.

Standing on all fours again, he adjusts his posture for his final act. Crawl to the middle of the walkway and lie down with your belly up, raising your legs in the air and open them slowly as you get up to sit down, it is possible that he will see you on the side of the bar, the perfect view of the woman who left him completely mad.

Not so different from the other men there, completely maddened by the idea that that woman would rip out his soul if she could, she would transform him into her faithful slave.

Cheryl ends the show and the lights go out, now was the exact time to collect the money as she gathered the bills she won in her arms. It takes exactly 60 seconds for her to do this.

The clothes were collected by the team that cleaned the stage for the next girl, but there was no next girl after her show. It was the grand finale, the best in the house, the one she was keeping in that place just by showing her ass.

Backstage is not as glamorous as it appears to be on stage. The number of girls who dress up for the salon, willing to make more money from their audience seems formidable.

It excites you, it stirs up the lioness hungry for meat, money and everything those men could offer. Cars, jewelry, mansions, marriage proposals and the most common: drugs.

You could stay to move around the room, make the house profit with drinks and also have much more in private dances. But, today is Friday… you know he would never let her enter the private room since they took over a bid.

Your only mission was to get home before any crazy people could follow you out of the club - this had happened frequently in the last few months.

All that shine makes her black skin shine in front of the dressing room mirror, she shakes her hair, combing it with her fingertips to unwind the curls that were forming again as a result of not holding the brush for too long. Those wild waves make everything more attractive when it was about you.

She gets up from her chair and says goodbye to some friends. She goes towards the changing room with three showers available to clean all that shine from her skin, getting rid of the small silver sticker on her nipples and the panties with the silicone sides taken off. He ties his hair in a high bun so it doesn't get wet, and turns on the shower.

A sudden relief when she felt the water wet her sweaty body and all the glitter dripped off as she cleaned herself. The smell of the foam from your liquid soap exudes in the bathroom, just as the bath oil perfumed your skin afterwards, you wouldn't touch your makeup now, you would leave it to take off at home where you would feel more comfortable.

The bath is over and now your only mission is to leave.

She wears a dress similar to the one she was on stage, the difference is that this one at least covered her butt completely and the halter top makes her more comfortable. She lets her hair down before taking her suitcase from the closet, all the bills were thrown into a black plastic bag and she would take it away anyway, without even counting a note.

She would receive her pay for the show the next day, too tired to drag herself to the register or past customers.

He didn't want him to do that, to attract attention from others off stage. He should just do his job and leave because you are exclusively his.

You take a deep breath as you put your bag aside and leave through the back of the club, the sound is not audible on that side and the parked cars appear to be on the other side.

the way is not to your car, much less would you go home alone that night. The route is straight through the staircase at the back of the nightclub that led to a small gate facing left, you know the access password and then enter without making any fuss.

He closes the gate and soon feels his shoes sink into the green lawn until he reaches the concrete floor that leads to the entrance of the house, a beautiful house hidden by walls more than two meters high and an electric fence. The interior light is on, the yellow color shows that the room is occupied and you think about retreating…

If he was with one of his friends or work occupied him once again. The camera at the entrance demonstrates how dangerous it could be, not only because of the image of you entering that place, but also of your security guards outside.

Strategically, there were three more men in that garden and you know, they all already suspected what he was going to do there.

Danger excites her in an uncontrolled way, she feels butterflies in her stomach every time she sees a gun in front of her. When you enter the main door and have your bag of money in your hands.

That was nothing compared to what was on the coffee table, four guns like an ornament amidst tablets wrapped in black plastic. You don't need to be intelligent to know what he was about, you know what he is… and that's exactly why you felt so attracted to him.

The smell… that delicious smell that makes her smile. He goes up the stairs to the first floor confidently until he arrives in the main room where there is a huge white sofa, where the man is sitting with his shirt open and his hands working on carefully rolling up the silk.

His glock on the table catches the eye, silver with some gold details, underneath it is his initial and that's so… sexy.

He rolls the silk between his fingers and uses the tip of his tongue to seal the joint. Tired of holding that bag and purse aside, she throws it on the floor.

— You didn't stay until the end of the show. -she says disappointed. Lee SooHyuk looks up with heavy eyes, the black cap covers him a little and it bothers you. The man places his palm in front of the joint and lights it the first time his finger rolls over the lighter. The first drag is strong, he bites in, letting the smoke penetrate his lungs for a few seconds and then slowly releases it.

Your goddess is there, wearing a blue mini dress and a nice pair of heels. Cheryl… that was the name of the slut who had taken all that strength from him, the woman who made him kneel at her feet and kiss them as if he were devoted to her.

-Come here. -she says, releasing the smoke on the second drag. She walks as if she is about to swallow the man, a sensual walk that goes unnoticed every time she appears at her house… or rather, their house.

Standing in front of the man, she raised her leg to the height of the sofa, sinking her heel into the upholstery. Lee puts his right hand that held the cigarette between his fingers and slides it gently, brushing its softness. He touches his lips and the tip of his nose, rubbing it against the inside of his thigh.

She takes the joint between her fingers and inhales slowly, lets the smoke enter her lungs and relaxes her shoulders, bends her right knee on top of the upholstery, sitting down facing the man and sitting on his lap. Lee SooHyuk's big hands go directly to her ass, flattening them, squeezing the soft flesh and you let go slowly with a chuckle on your face. — How much did you make tonight? -he asks, you put the cigarette back in his mouth but don't let him hold it. After all, Lee's hands roam his ass with devotion.

— I didn't tell you.

— You never have to worry about that. -laughs breathlessly. Its smell is so good that it is more numbing than the herb I was smoking, that good smell of musk mixed with vanilla… which when added to marijuana would be so delicious. He loved it when Lee SooHyuk was tall, with his eyes almost closing and his smile slow, because he knew that was how that man would destroy his life if he could.

He takes his right hand off his ass and takes the cigarette back to inhale and the moment he takes off his black cap, the big strands fall onto his face. His hands tangle in Lee's thick hair, pushing the strands back and he soon gets a whiff of smoke in his face. The man takes his other hand off your ass, holds your jaw while he inhales the cigarette once more and releases the smoke into your mouth, you inhale taking it into your lungs. You feel the lightness in your body every second that Lee SooHyuk stares at you as if he could eat you.

You move slowly to position yourself better, and without waiting you receive a sharp slap on the left side of your ass, making you jump a little. She locks her fingers around the back of Lee's head, the naughty laugh completely takes you off her feet, and that mix of sensations that makes her go crazy almost instantly. He puts the tip of the joint for you to inhale and this time it's you who blows the smoke in your face. His hearty laugh amuses you, as does he slowly moves his thighs on top of your lap where you feel his dick growing.

— I think I should go back to doing private dances. -babbling. I get up from Lee SooHyuk's lap and he shakes his head no. — The money is good, and I should take advantage of the fact that I'm becoming famous…

— Oh, of course! There are a hundred rappers wanting you to appear in a video. -he ironizes, the man leans his back against the backrest and slides a little further down the sofa. —What more could you want right now, Cheryl?

-At the time? -an innocent question, she opens the bag of money, leaving it next to Lee's revolver. —I only think about one thing.

— What would it be, my dear? -you shudder when he calls you that, a shiver rises on your neck causing a small spasm. She turns the bag upside down, letting the bills fall all at once onto the coffee table.

-Money. -she whispers. She leans forward, resting one knee on the small wooden table to pick up Lee's gun. — And one of those.

— Do you want a gun?

— Uh-huh. -he says slyly, placing her back on the table. Her position is suggestive of her and almost an invitation to the man, who appreciates the fabric of the dress rising up against her skin and showing her tiny panties being swallowed by her ass. Lee feels his dick throbbing inside his underwear, he squeezes it tightly over his pants. The excitement increases every time she was by her side, no matter the time or place, and that was exactly why she couldn't watch the show until the end.

The tiny panties are almost reaching his pussy lips, they are too small and he can have the perfect view of his favorite place in the whole world.

— Why do you want a gun? -he asks mesmerized, the woman turns around, lifting her torso and facing Lee.

Power.

— More than you already have? -she notices that he passes his hand over his pants, the lump in the fabric excites you. —What do you want to do with that much power, my dear?

— Tame you. -he answers wisely.

— Tame me? -laughs breathlessly. The joint was gone and now he just stares at you like you're his only focus now. - Why do you want that?

-I don't know. -she responds. — I just want to.

— And for that you need to go back to doing private dances? -you shake your head positively at him, stretch your lips in a half smile and then bite the lower one. — Then dance for me. -the intensity in his voice makes her vibrate. — You've shaken your ass long enough for other men, now you're going to shake it just for me.

-I go? - asks innocently. Look for the sound control in your field of vision, it was turned on softly and then you switch to exactly the song you wanted to hear, turning it up a little. — What makes you believe he would do that?

— First: you are mine. -he says, with his arms open, resting on the back of the sofa. — Second: You have no choice. -he sighs and looks at me. — Third: I want you to do this for me, now.

Sativa starts playing next. The heaviness in my body seems to disappear when Lee SooHyuk wets his lips and rests the back of his head on the sofa, swaying his body slowly to the rhythm of the music when the man finds himself completely numb to you.

She runs her hands sensually over her body, going down to the middle of her legs and goes around them, slowly going up, a few steps forward, standing between her legs, goes down between them, placing her hands on her knees and then slowly turns around, pretending that she is going to sit on his lap, but he just rubs slowly and the man takes a deep breath. Try to touch your hair and you immediately get up, moving away, lifting your butt up and lowering your torso completely, touching your ankles, you see Lee when she gets up, throwing her hair and slowly lifting her dress.

He moves to the rhythm that makes his ass jiggle so deliciously that the man takes his right hand to his dick, he squeezes it hard trying to control the desire he feels for the woman in front of him. It's impossible!

As she passes her right hand through her hair, moving it to the side and lowering it between the neckline of the dress, holding her own breasts. He goes down again, getting on all fours, and when Lee SooHyuk weighs his breathing, he bites his lower lip.

Stop. -order. You don't let him command now, you first pull the box between your thighs and take it out slowly, rolling it, throwing the piece towards him and smiling. He sits on the edge of the table and opens his legs, laying the rest of his torso behind him.

Next to him the gun and the bills slide to the floor, then he raises his legs high and slowly opens them after turning. The man mumbles something, he is going crazy.

Stop now. -you're completely naked, high, too excited not to continue teasing him. It's different when you have Lee SooHyuk, because he knows exactly what to do, he knows you're going to be fucked so hot that your only weapon against him was to tease him until he had his hands around your throat, choking you until enjoy.

Lee got up from the sofa and walked to where she was sitting, the height of that man is intimidating, he was huge in every aspect, from his hands, his height, his strong and defined torso, his nose and his… stick.

The man reaches the back of her neck with just one hand, grabbing it firmly under her hair and in that pull his fingers gently caress her. The brutality bends down to his face and steals a small kiss, presses his lips together and between his lips he sucks his bottom, gently passing his tongue and then enters his mouth. You surrender to the kiss, but you can't take the reins, he holds your head, letting it stay like that, positioned just for your pleasure.

Lee SooHyuk climbs up the torso and still holding the back of his head does something with the other warm hand that leaves him euphoric. You moisten your own lips when you see his cock being pulled out of his pants, you raise your eyes to his and feel that delicious twinge inside you, a flame that excites you and makes your pussy wet. His dick is big, I liked the slight upward tilt that let it touch her most sensitive point inside her pussy, the bulging veins and that slightly pink wet glans, everything that reminds me of this man is extremely delicious.

He held the cock slowly and rubbed the glans against his parted lips and slowly tapped it against his cheek.

Go. -he speaks. — Put it in your mouth. -immediate order. You let out a naughty little laugh at him, you open your mouth, putting your tongue out and Lee rubs his head against it, wet and then slides it in, forcing it all the way in, this chokes you and you hold your breath to get it in completely. in the mouth.

He takes his hands to Lee's hips and presses the tips of his nails, going down the exposed skin and reaching the man's ass. He takes his cock into her mouth and lets her suck it as she liked, the guttural moan when her mouth is around him, so soft, wet and warm.

Slide back and forth while feeling the entire length of your cock. With the help of one hand, he masturbates at the same intensity as he uses his mouth to move up and down, he removes his hand, sliding it down to his balls and caresses it slowly. She increases the rhythm of her mouth, feeling her excitement reach its maximum, her hard breasts and her luscious pussy, dripping to feel that cock inside her.

Lee SooHyuk takes his dick out of his mouth, and the hand from the back of his head went to his jaw with that thread of saliva that connected it to his dick. She looked so hot, her lipstick was smudged, her eyes were watering and her face was ready to be fucked.

The man gathers saliva in his mouth and slides it between his lips, spitting in his mouth, in the most degrading moment of that sex.

Then, he takes off his clothes, leaving him completely naked. He knelt between her legs and rested his hands on his knees, where he made the most ordinary gesture he could make. He puts his hand under her right thigh and pulls it towards him, placing her legs between his face. Before sucking her pussy, Lee moved up to her breasts, and even though her right leg was being lifted over his arm, it doesn't make a difference to him. Because he wants to fuck you, destroy you completely.

The lips gently rub on the hard nipples, passing the tongue slowly on the right one and then moving on to the left one, where he wraps it completely, sucking harder to the point of making you arch your back on the wooden table, pressing the strands of your hair with forces against her breast, feeling her clitoris pulsate, begging to be touched. You try to take your hand there, but you are stopped by the hand that was holding your right breast. It squeezes so tightly that you moan loudly, much louder than the sound itself.

He changed breasts and it drives you completely crazy, you take your hands to the edge of the table, supporting yourself there, trying to control everything that was about to happen. The sound of the gun falling to the floor makes Lee raise his head and see me scared, ironic laughter appears on his lips that return to sucking my breasts.

He descends slowly in a trail of kisses that cause me a frenzy, the sensation that sensitizes my skin every time he kisses, reaching the pubic mound where he rubs the tip of my nose and descends a little further touching the critical point with his rigid tongue, the pressure he exerted when covering it there, and then he moved slowly as if he were pushing him and that leaves me ecstatic for a few seconds, my legs tremble on top of the man's broad shoulders.

A feeling building inside his chest, the flame burns and the more he uses his mouth on your pussy, the more you want him.

She sucks deliciously well, uses the tip of her lips to suck with the same cautious pressure that makes her vibrate, arch her back and curse the man for so much torture. You want him so much, to the point of begging to be fucked.

He doesn't let go of you until he feels necessary, he doesn't stop until he fills your mouth with your liquid. You're sweaty with the bills sticking to your back, panting when the man simply pulls your body to the floor.

You are so sweet. -he whispers between your lips, the smell was on him, his taste, everything that reminded him of you. I feel his right hand surround my throat, squeeze it between his fingers, pressing firmly. Your breath stops the second you position yourself between your legs and force it into my entrance, so wet that your cock enters easily.

You delight in that small movement that causes a new sensation, the one that makes you moan his name loud and clear.

— Lee… -escapes from his throat, begging him to fuck you hard. And so he does, the firm thrusts of the man's hips against you make you more and more excited, they are thrust hard, hitting your groin feeling the firm impact in which your bodies move against each other. The tightness in your throat increases, and he lifts his torso holding your legs at shoulder height, his dick reaches the bottom, you feel it touch the inner wall that makes you feel a small pain in your uterus… he is completely devastating you.

Her face red, eyes watering with lust, ready to be hit with a slap in the face. And this excites you much more than touching your own clitoris, another slap is given and this time your face burns.

Lee SooHyuk comes out of you and it distresses you as if you were committing an act of madness, in fact he just gets up and pulls you up, resting his knees on the upholstery of the sofa and his hands on the backrest, partially on all fours.

The first slap is given firmly to the side of the ass, the side burns and pulses with pain that mixes with pleasure. A kiss is given as he holds my throat to slowly turn his face, bending over you.

Your index finger goes to your open mouth, and you hold it between your teeth. Rolling his ass slowly when his dick enters again, he moans deliciously.

With her finger stuck between her teeth, the other hand squeezes her hair, pulling it back, making her let go. The impact of Lee's hips against your ass is so strong that you can feel his balls, he devastates you, fucking you with delicious precision, so strong and hard… you roll your eyes, squeezing the upholstery between your fingers, panting and sweating as the man looks like he wasn't even close to cumming.

High to the point of feeling everything doubled, it was much more sensitive, his touch, the kiss, that fucking. He felt everything with greater intensity until the moment when Lee bites his shoulder in the most brutal act, squeezing the side of his ass, supporting himself to continue fucking.

You shake your ass slowly, grinding against the man, pushing your hips against him and feeling him more and more. The orgasm leaves her in agony, the sensation that she was falling in free fall, her body tenses and two seconds later the sensation increases, raising the level. You cum and as soon as you feel the viscous liquid mixing with yours, the man slowly comes out and you lie down on the couch, looking at Lee SooHyuk completely destroyed.

His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, he puts his hand behind it. Panting to the point of lying down on the upholstery next to you, he rests his head on your shoulder, slowly rubbing his face against the curve of your neck.

Lee pulls her into a soft kiss, their tongues touching in delicious pressure, moving in perfect tune. The fit, the soft lips, the moan between kisses when your lower lip is bitten.

That man had all of you, and he knew exactly how he liked to be fucked… how to make you cum.

He loves to satisfy you.

And you… knew exactly how to tame that man.

#lee soohyuk #black reader #ambw fic #ambw #lee sooHyuk smut #smut #lee soohyuk x reader #lee soohyuk imagines #lee soohyuk smut

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box-architecture · 6 months ago

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At some point I wrote a Last Unicorn Dream AU with Roman, but was never able to finish. I wanted to make the King who had trapped all the unicorns in the ocean into Sam, and the Red Bull is instead his Creeper form that he turns into.

Sam has trapped the unicorns into the paintings/murals, where they hide among the acrylic foliage and brush strokes of the canvases. He's assumed himself as their Warden, "guarding" their innocence from the dangers of man's mortal realm. His Creeper form is a huge dogcat creature that has Claws and Fangs, and is very dangerous. He assumes a human form most of the time though, and only has features that are vaguely familiar to the Creeper form if you're looking.

I wanted to have Dream, now transformed into a human, with his entourage, find the castle/prison, and stay there overnight claiming needing a safe haven. Sam is very taken with Dream, even if Dreams existence is clouded by a depressed air from not being able to be in his true form.

In the night, they sneak around and spot the unicorns trying to hide in the paintings, and go through a puzzle to find the original canvas that transports one from the real world to the paintings in the mural.

Sam discovers them, and demands they leave, trident in hand, but Dream runs through the canvas, and Sam rushes after him, revealing both their true forms when the mural magic portrays them as who they are in their hearts.

Sam doesn't want to fight Dream, but Dream very much wants to fight him, and is able to cow the puppycat into submitting. The unicorns see one of their own defeat their jailer, and surge out of the murals and paintings in droves, through the canvas and out into the rising dawn.

Sam looks very sad and pathetic and lays there, upset that the most wonderful things in the world are now Outside and Not Safe From The Evils. Dream has a meaningful conversation about how you cannot hide away the innocent, and some other stuff that's very metaphorical but I don't have it in me right now.

The point is: Unicorns are now back in the world. Everyone is free to go home, and Dream takes his found family to their forest.

However, Sam, now staying in his big cat form, is following gingerly at a distance.

SNF go "pspsps, Dream. That creature is following us."

Dream doesn't even look back as he walks. "I know."

"We're just going to let him follow us home????"

"Yep."

And it takes a few weeks of settling into their home, but Sam slowly shuffles closer and closer into their little circle of territory, until he is Very Carefully scooting into Dreams side, eyes darting up repeatedly to make sure Dream isn't going to turn and get mad at him. Dream pretends not to notice as Sam presses their flanks together, and only flips his tail to curl around Sam's leg when Sam begins to purr

Sam had been Very Bad you see, trapping all the unicorns in the world. But!!!! But Dream. Dream is nice. And also a unicorn. So maybe a Sam can repent for his sins by protecting Dream. And also cuddle him. Very sound Sam logic.

Dream is as amoral as the Unicorn from the movie and doesn't really care about that. He just sees Sad Lonely Immortal Cat Creature and thinks 'Mine Now.'

Also I don't have any feasible explanation for what Sam is and why he can turn into a Person. Maybe he was a lonely puppycat who used a magical crown to become human, but he never lost his immortality, and so he once had a small kingdom that is decrepit now, the king outliving his subjects

The unicorns are the only companions he could have, that would live as long as him. But now he has New Friends, and they're immortal! And he can be his true self without need of the magic crown.

.... also if you want to be horny about it puppycat Sam absolutely fucks his Unicorn. Does what he thinks is a proper courting, playfights and rolls around in the meadow with Dream, until his brain gets goofy-horny and he is allowed to mount Dream.

(Sam going insane about getting his treasure filthy, filling him up and knotting him so nothing escapes. Dream needs to be bred properly, pinned with claws and neck caught in his jaw (but gently ! Safely) so his prey can't escape.

He had to earn it first, of course. Dream is proud and beautiful as all unicorns are, and Sam must be Very Good to earn his attentions.

This is all in Sam's head for the most part. While Dream is very pleased and wanted to be courted because Being Valued and Respected Is Nice, he had already considered Sam to be his, will fuck him and sprawl on top of him and only feels truly satisfied when Sam is beside him. Sam will be very surprised when Dream one day turns Sam over to nuzzle his fur before fucking him silly.

Also I just have a cute imagery of Sam trying desperately not to rut like a silly boy before he even gets inside Dream. Sam is just so desperate. He ruts because he can't help it, whimpering. maybe a little frustrated with himself. whining and panting when he finally gets his cock inside Dream.

He just needs it so badly, and his treasure is making soft noises of pleasure beneath him. He wants to breed Dream full of cum!!! He was Dream to limp and whimper and for it to leak out of him!!! He wants to knot him so if it starts leaking out of Dream, Sam will know it's because he stuffed him full.

Sam feeling the cum leak, and Dream making a show of trying to drag himself out from under Sam because he can't take more, its too much, he can't take it

(Being inside Dream is Relief and Heavenly and Being Granted A Privilege, An Honor. He's Just A Little Puppycat You See, a puppy who needs his fill, and all the unicorns in the world couldn't draw him in like Dream did. Dream Was Special. Dream was obviously sent to save Sam.

Dream was meant to find Sam and Save Him Free Him Take Him Home. Dream was made to be with Sam. Dream was meant to be pure, except when he was meant to be dirtied by Sam's touch, Owned And Changed. And obviously Dream will soak in the river with Sam and will go back to being pure and beautiful. But Then Next Week Sam Will Have Him Again, and Sam now has finally managed to "trap" a unicorn for good. because Dream loves him. So really Sam was actually right to do this all along-

and now he gets cuddles and kisses and gets to have his cock in Dream and gets to Zoom in a forest instead of having to pretend to be human in a castle. Truly, life is good for a Sam)

#backposting #awesamwastaken #Last Unicorn AU #the horniness probably takes away from the whole character development thing for Sam #and honestly I know the me from back then had a whole slew of character development ideas that would make the whole cast feel grown #but this was from so long ago and I'm so easily fatigued that its better to just do what I can #rather than leave everything in stasis forever because it isn't 'how it should be'

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healthysparkles · 1 year ago

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lord-aldhelm · 9 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

No one tagged me this time! I am taking the lead lol!

This is from my S2 Aldflaed fic (still not titled yet lol), which is turning out to be a prequel for Springtime it seems:

It was very early dawn when the Devonshire fyrd returned to their camp. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky had turned a lighter shade of blue, and the horizon to the east glowed with a pale golden light. The noise of the approaching men and horses in the distance startled Aethelflaed into wakefulness. The first thing she saw upon awakening was Aldhelm’s stoic face only a few inches from her own. He had apparently fallen asleep while guarding her sometime in the night. His bright green eyes met her icy blue ones for a brief moment before she was fully awake and aware of her surroundings. She tensed; she could feel the weight of his hand on her upper arm as he held her in place while she slept. She moved to back away but her movement was blocked by the log that was pressed against her back. She felt trapped, and started to reflexively panic when Aldhelm spoke.

And for the WIP for artworks; here are the rough sketches for the TLK fanarts I am currently working on:

Aldhelm will be in pastels, Constanine and Skade in colored pencils. I am also working on a cat drawing in pastels, and a cicada painting in acrylics, but didn't want to post these here.

No Pressure Tags:

@daethelflaed @gemini-mama @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @thenameswinter99 @whitedarkmoonflower

@poetic-fiasco @itbmojojoejo @garunsdottir @timetravelingpenguin1066 @thelettersfromnoone

@arcielee @st-eve-barnes @foxyanon @alexagirlie @holy3cake

#wip wednesday #tag games

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sunnydaleherald · 5 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, September 11th - Part One

Xander is walking in a deserted street and sees Angel and Faith approach. XANDER: Hey guys! Man, where you been? You gotta find Buffy. She's going to her place and stocking up on ... Angel casually smacks Xander in the jaw without breaking stride. Xander falls limply to the ground. Faith doesn't even look at him. ANGEL: That guy just bugs me. Angel and Faith continue marching down the street.

~~Enemies~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Triple Drabble: Always In Trouble by badly_knitted (Buffy, PG)

Weekly Drabbles #170 — Soothing by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Hello, Old Friend by RavenLove12 (Giles/Ethan, E)

Negotiating by TheClowniestLivInExistence (Darla/Drusilla, M)

GRAVE DISTRACTION by KNZ1 (Buffy, Xander, M)

There's a Different Feel About You Tonight by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, M)

Glimpses of the Wasteland by Harlow_Turner (MadeInGold) (Buffy/Angel/Spike, Giles/Maggie, Riley/Graham, T)

Not Without Permission by Regent_Rando_nsfw (Regent_of_RarePairs) (Giles/Spike, E)

Secrets & Apologies by Regent_of_RarePairs (Giles/Spike, T)

The Other Kind of Lust by LiraelClayr007 (Giles/Spike, M)

Retaliation by sassaffrassa (Buffy/Spike, E)

Can't hear you... by LiraelClayr007 (Giles/Spike, E)

"Yeah...." Joan sighed, blowing out smoke from a second procured cigarette and stifling a cough... by hiddenbysuccubi (Buffy/Spike, unrated)

Outline: ... btvs / ats selfinsert au by asleepmottley (Angel/Spike, unrated)

Glimpses of the Wasteland by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2 - ch. 70 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Foregivenss - ch. 38 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Spies, High Stakes, and Secrets - ch. 1 by Rippertish (Buffy/Giles, E)

Finding Peace pt.13: Wanting (Spike x y/n) by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, unrated)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter One by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, rated M)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Two by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, rated M)

Next To Me - ch. 2 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Because the Night - ch. 8 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences - ch. 24 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - ch. 38 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Mysterious Destinies - ch. 9 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Into his mind - ch. 3-4 by rossshin (Buffy/Spike, G)

Next to me - ch. 2 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sweet Dreams (Or A Beautiful Nightmare) - ch. 3 by goodbyetoyou (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

To All We Guard - ch. 24 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - ch. 38 by Slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Banner: 🎨 Banner Art #21 — For ThreeWordApocalypseFest by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: ☀️ATS 221. Through The Looking Glass ☀️ by tmcarlee (ensemble, worksafe)

Artwork: Little piece of buffy inspired art I made (A5, acrylic and ink on card) by jaw-jar (worksafe)

Artwork: i love you liar girl by bugaboooooooooo (Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: Discord shenanigans resulted in this by isevery0nehereverystoned (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Red ink test. by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Ep. 2×03 "School hard" by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, NSFW-ish)

Artwork: Ep. 5x07 "Fool for Love" by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer // I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Sleater-Kinney by whale-music (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Fanvid: [Is Anybody Here?] by buffyannegiles (Buffy, Giles, worksafe)

Moodboard: Sanctuary Mood Board Watch Here (x) by theoverlookedoneedits1997 (ensemble, worksafe)

Manip / Wallpaper: A Big Rock by revello-drive-1630 (Drusilla, Angel, Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy Meme: [5/6] Faith/Buffy "You know what the messed up thing is?... by lovebvffys (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: [when the words of a sister come back in whispers] by detectivedawnsummers (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: Tara Maclay + Outfits (Season 5) by clarkgriffon (Tara, worksafe)

Gifset: Otpsource's 4 Year Anniversary Event DAY 1 - 'SCREW DESTINY': Bangel by buffyscmmers (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Gifset: Behind the scenes of Once More With Feeling, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode (x) by stronglikeayellowcrayon (ensemble, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (2x05) ʀᴇᴘᴛɪʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ by likeafantasy (ensemble, worksafe)

Gifset: 2.01 Judgment | 2.18 Dead End Angel [1999 - 2004] by dailyats (ensemble, worksafe)

Fanvid: Monster | Buffy/Faith by thequeentaylor (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Fanvid: Mum - Buffy, Joyce & Dawn (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by TheOverLookedOne (Buffy, Joyce, Dawn, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

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ivyprism · 10 months ago

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Underverse Opening Brain Creator Thoughts

Warning: Blood, death, devastation, violence, lots of it, not great written fight scenes, creator rambles.

"In the face of tension, pain and devastation... The connection that's between our hearts..." Cue the showcase of many skeleton boys as well as their respective sonas. "Is reaching through the time!" It then cuts to Ivy startling and then looking over as her eyes widen in horror as it cuts to the title card. "Through the time!" It showcases someone smirking at her as others surround them.

Then, as it continues, it shows a fight between Dusk and Bliss before it cuts to another fight. The fighting continues as someone seems to interrupt it and the twins look over in horror.

It shows a variety of scenes after:

It then shows Marguerite tensing and looking over.

Willow fixed her scarf and looked away.

Primrose holding a piece of fabric before she looks up.

It shows Nerium moving her hand from her cheek to under her chin.

Then it shows Flori pulling her hair free of a ponytail.

It shows Marigold dancing happily as she pauses to glance over and Primula stops dancing as water that was floating falls around her.

Azalea rests her hand on her chest as she startles and looks around.

It shows Hollyhock biting her lip as she then reaches out towards something glowing.

It shows Ivy gripping her necklace as her magic glows and then she closes her eyes as the camera pans.

"You, so tired and cold stand here, between the worlds..." It shows Tusche and Lenovo waking up with their brothers confused as children. They have some people reaching for them. "Each of them you saw get broken to the core..." It then shows the dust of the people and then their conflict as it grew. "Dark is creeping closer..." It shows someone writing and then smirking as a creature comes to life. "Spark in your heart's frozen..." It shows a ghost skeleton monster glance over, her eyes glowing before she turns to mist. The camera pans... "There's nothing left anymore." It shows an angel skeleton monster yelling and reaching before the AU falls apart around them.

"When a dream turns into a nightmare!" It shows Dusk and Bliss facing off but then time cuts to them as Myrsky soothes Bliss and Archemoros fights Dusk in a looming large form. "Truth is right there!" It shows Archemoros besting Dusk, but then it cuts... "Gotta stay determined! (Listen to your heart and let it be your guiding star!)" Ivy is stranded in the anti-void as mechanical creatures surround her and she stays frozen. Her eyes widen in horror as an attack, but before it hits a skeleton with a mask scoops her up.

"Fight to push back the night!" It shows Acrylic using paints as Virus uses his strings. Comet and Umbra tag team as the creatures attack with beams and a figure looms above them. "No matter the pain and this plain devastation!" It shows Dusk and Bliss working together as Tusche and Lenovo work to push back the creatures. Cecilia and Poison help fight back as well. "For all the creations' sake -" It shows the masked skeleton avoiding attacks and weaving through as the princess carries Ivy. "Do not be afraid!" Ivy blinks in surprise.

"Together, we'll save everything-!" It shows Marguerite and Willow back to back as Marguerite grows confident and Willow seems angry. Nerium guards Flori as Primula and Marigold dance circles around the enemies. Azalea is healing while clasping her hands together and looking up. Primrose is helping heal with Azalea. "and make a new alternation!" It then cuts to Hollyhock, barely holding on, bleeding as she reaches for the "Break the Barrier button" and she hits it as she falls.

Time resets... And Ivy wakes up.

"Has this all been planned by one infernal hand?" It shows the enemy talking to someone as he finishes his next bot. "Made to play their role, the universes fall..." It shows Senna sitting in the void as she writes something down. She clenches her teeth as flowers bloom on her neck. "Lies are spreading fast, and lives get turned to dust..." It shows Senna lowering her pen as she sees the constant fighting of the Outcode group and looks displeased. "Is this deserved by them all?"

"Gotta step in, stop the daydream." Senna looks even more displeased as the fighting grows worse. She looks at her hands, she has to do something. "Your hearts filling with determination!" She wants them to survive this time. She wants everyone to survive.... She'll deal with this. "(Cannot pick the bridge when it's already time to cross!)" She steps forward a lightning strike forms as she raises her hand.

"Fight to bring back the light!" It shows the Outcode fighting before Senna decides to finally intervene. She moves forward as she their attacks deflect off her and her mask holds strong. "There won't be a sign of divine intervention!" It then cuts to a nasty fight between the enemy and the group, but now they're in unison.

"To save this dimension -!" It shows Captain and Cardinal tag teaming enemies together. Brass and Jet smoothly avoid fighting as they take out enemies together. Clove is protecting Hydra as Cinnamon heals Hydrangea and Harper. Glamour and Caramel are caring the back as the Dance boys dance around their enemies. Vanilla is carrying his brother as he shows off, but then it shows.... "Go, let's rise from below!" It shows Navy and Ebony joining the fray as they attack. It shows Sentinel and the other Angels not backing off as they're backed by the demons. "We have to take it all in our hands and show our true determination!" It shows the skeletons all joined together, but as Ivy ran, she fell into a crack and the skeleton who grabbed her reached for her. He falls after her.

It shows the two free-falling as Ivy seems to recall something.

"In the face of tension, pain and devastation... The connection that's between our hearts..." It shows Ivy sitting in a group of blurry and distorted groups as she stands by a familiar masked skeleton.

"Ivy!" The voice of the skeleton breaks her out as he reaches for her father.

"Is reaching through the time!" Ivy's eyes are blurred as she remembers her friends, the war, the death... All the death... "What's this feeling in my heart?" Ivy slowly reaches back as her eyes slowly unblur and she recalls who's reaching for her. "We're connected, though apart..." She can see her soul as his reaches for her.

"In the face of tension, pain, and devastation..." Ivy opens her mouth, willing it to work. She recalls everything as her soul glows more and her magic engulfs his. "Now I know I am filled with determination!"

"Honeycomb!" Her voice finally worked as he grabbed her hand and they're back in the fray.

"Live! You gotta believe!" As Ivy comes to, Honeycomb is holding her as Aquamarine joins the fray with Rain and Heath. They're fighting together as a trio. "Whoever you are, feel your star shining brighter!" It shows Undyne fighting as Asgore and Toriel protect the kids. Athena and Beryl were tag teaming together. The group fights as one as Tara and Theodoric help heal. "To bring back the light of day!" Oriel runs in and throws her spear through a great number of machines. Della is helping as best she can as the fight continues. "We cannot delay!"

"It is all or nothing, my friend..." Ivy pulls away from Honeycomb as she gets up. She helps the other sonas stand up as her body glows in her mafic. "So, right to the end, together we'll stand and-!" Marguerite guards Ivy on both sides as Willow helps guard the back. They nod at her.

"Fight to push back the night!" It cuts to Floryn closing her book and then her hands glow as Ivy pushes through the group as she dodges attacks. She is running now as her fellow sonas fight and fall. "No matter the pain and this plain devastation!" Willow fights hard and never backs down, Marguerite fights and doesn't hold back, and Nerium guards Flori as Primula and Marigold dance circles around the enemies, but even they fall. Azalea is guarding them with her magic as Hollyhock supplies more magic. Primrose helps supply the magic before Ivy runs.

"For all the creations' sake -!" Acrylic and his brother are fighting, but they're getting outnumbered. Cecilia is holding her hands together as Senna helps guard Ivy from a distance. Ivy winces and holds her bleeding side as she runs.

"Do not be afraid." A voice pushes Ivy harder. She listens to the voice as she runs and bleeds. She reaches for the button, the button to save the group again.

"Together, we'll save everything and make a new alternation!" Ivy hits the button as she smiles at Honeycomb one last time before...

She wakes up.

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Song: https://youtu.be/75J3Mx4FP5A?si=JJc2h4IvRniaANIp

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canmom · 8 months ago

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l'aventure de canmom à annecy - épisode DEUX - dimanche

was a good first day of annecy. tomorrow I'll hopefully have a chance to get pictures off the camera and illustrate properly, but for a quick writeup...

today the festival events began halfway through the day, so I went for a little wander around the city in the morning! I visited the Palace de l'îsle, which is the building you're likely to see in every photo of annecy, at the fork in the river.

here's a photo of a photo and a drawing, which is all i have on my phone:

it's a pretty storied building, variously operating as a mint, a courthouse, and a prison. in the modern day, its lower floors are mostly devoted to the history of the building, while the upper floors are something like an industrial history of Annecy itself, which is not just a pretty old slice of medieval Europe to bait the tourists, but also was in the years from the French revolution up through the 20th century something of an industrial hub, hosting a loooong list of factories.

next stop was the castle! this castle sits on a hill overlooking the city, and it has been home to a variety of nobles, all of whom added bits, resulting in what the sign describes as 'architectural inconsistency'. i was hoping for more history but instead I mostly found art! lots of grand landscapes - I don't know enough art history to place them but from around the late 1800s. they were, frankly, bloody impressive, and I think I could learn a lot about composition, lighting, brushwork etc.... the top floor of the castle was devoted to contemporary artworks, so generally much more conceptual pieces - acrylic panels that cast shadows of bones, fingernails embedded in sandstone, that kind of thing. I'll fully admit this isn't really my scene so I didn't really get it, but I also didn't really have time to look around more since it was movie time!

this year the theme is Portugese animation, meaning there are seven entire programming blocks dedicated to Portugese stuff. accordingly, the first set movies I got to see was a collection of Portugese animated films by a duo called Abi Feijó and Regina Pessoa - who were in fact there in person, though since they addressed us in French I only got snatches of what they said. In any case, their work is super bold and dramatic.

the film that brought them together, and probably my favourite, was Os salteadores (1993) [The Outlaws] in which two passengers in a taxi discuss the partisans who fled Franco into Portugal during the Spanish civil war. The driver reveals that he ended up commanded to drive a truck with five captured partisans to the Spanish border. A comical scene in which the guards, afraid to untie the men, have to help them piss by hand turns very brutal when the men are executed by firing squad the moment they're turned over. The driver is haunted by this story years later. It's an intense film, full of strong chiaroscuro texture and inventive warps and perspective shifts - something they keep up throughout their other films.

my other faves from this block include Clandestino (2000) [Stowaway] in which a nameless stowaway makes a perilous journey along a rope to shore, menaced by his vivid imagination, and Tragic Story With Happy Ending (2005), a cryptically metaphorical story in which a girl has a deafeningly loud heartbeat and a yearning to fly as a bird. You know, that bird autism. She kinda maybe either becomes a bird or kills herself at the end! There is something quite funny about how this block is subtitled 'a happy story' - indeed the two do seem very happy to have found such a fulfilling creative outlet but all their stories are super dark! all were tremendously well made though and I hope I'll be able to run an animation night on them soon.

at this screening I was sat next to a guy called Diego, who handed me a list of Brazilian and South American animation, and was quite surprised I think that I could name two Brazilian animated films and even show him the long article I'd written on it x3 anyway thanks to him I've got lots of stuff to cover for next time we do Brazil!

after that it started raining pretty hard and didn't let up all evening. the upside is that the rain brings out a lot of pretty colours. the downside is that, expecting last year's brilliantly sunny weather, I totally neglected to bring a coat.

the next two screenings were also in Bonlieu Petite Salle - maybe Pathé isn't open yet. anyway, the other theme this year is animation and dance. This block focused on "using materials and the concept of shock". It was indeed pretty shocking. The coolest one I think was Ossa (2016) directed by Dario Imbrogno, a stop motion piece about a constantly shifting puppet where the armatures, lights and camera were all part of the performance. actually i can straight up embed this one off yt!

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with the theme being dance, many of these were more non-narrative pieces, and all were without dialogue. which is not to say there were no stories to be seen! The Triangle Affair by Estonian director Andres Tenusaar was a pretty out-there one, depicting a world of hand-headed people where everyone moves in groups of 2-3. a window cleaner flirts with cleaners inside (there's a whole recurring bird poop cum visual metaphor); he's joined with a group of... prisoners? in stripey pyjamas, overhead lines carry bicycles around, a taxi driver talks to tram drivers, then some birds who are attempting to divide up the world with chalk are interrupted by cats; the birds trick the cats into jumping onto the windowcleaner causing all the aforementioned characters to fall off the building and die. that's the best i can describe it. i think the audio of this one might have damaged the bonlieu sound system because there were weird pops every so often after that.

there was an AI one - The Crow by Glenn Marshall from the UK. basically the director filmed themselves dancing and fed it into an AI that transformed it into images of crows. it got the most tepid applause of any film I saw today by far - and honestly it was not a very interesting film.

Chrysalis by Damien Serban and Yann Bertrand used a kinda cool looking decimate effect to portray the jerky motions of a butoh dance, including a cool sequence where the dancer's heartbeat becomes visible in the sand, but unfortunately it was way too long and outstayed its welcome.

then we get to Hipopotamy directed by Piotr Dumala from Poland. this one... hmmm. not sure how I feel! I assumed the idea was something based on greek myth, because it seemed like something the Greeks would come up with, but actually the idea is to portray humans acting like hippos do. including sexual assaults!

basically a group of naked men approach a group of naked women who are caring for their kids. the first man approaches and tries to fuck one of the women, who kills him with a rock. then the rest of the men run in and things get quite violent. the camera doesn't dwell or linger on the sexual assault but it's sure onscreen! anyway most of the kids are killed, and when the men come back, the women this time go to them willingly - except for one, who watches from deeper water, her child still alive.

i put this one in the genres of 'naked people do stuff' and 'what if humans did animal stuff'. it's funny that I've been doing this long enough now to start recognising that kind of pattern. i usually do like films to be pretty graphic, and this one was undeniably technically really well drawn and shot, it just was a lot to take in in the theatre there.

after the dance it was time for more Portugal stuff! this time we had films by the BAP animation collective. these were varied. by far the best ones were the three codirected by David Doutel and Vasco Sá, namely Soot (2014), Augur (2018) and Garrano (2022). Each of these depicts a moment of intense emotional drama - a man recalling how his brother died on a railway, a cattle farmer trying to handle his mystic cousin and prize bull as winter closes in, an abused boy and a garrano horse in an arson incident. These guys' eye for lighting, composition and texture is extraordinary, and these films are full of fantastic animated acting in a semi-realist style and incredibly strong sound design. I loved all three.

The other three films in this block were more abstract in general. Purbleboy is full of inventive animation, but I found its trans allegory kind of clumsy. The Sounds From The Drawers is a neat musical stop motion piece using a huge variety of objects. Drop by Drop was initially described as being about desertification, but I think they actually meant desertion, since it's about the last four inhabitants of a largely abandoned village, unified by the image of the Careto, a festival character who's like a kind of masked demon guy - the guy introducing these films demonstrated to us how the masked men sidle up to women and dance to 'initiate the sexual encounter' or something like that. In this case though he was not having sex, just gathering up the four inhabitants on a floating island as they lament the situation. I didn't really connect with this one, honestly.

After that... I had sushi, and tried to get into the opening ceremony, but no luck. I did get to chat with some animators and students and we all ended up going to Café des Artes in a big group, so I got to have a nice chat with some Americans, all sheltering under the canopy! I showed some people the Little Witch film and they liked it, so that's definitely a shot in the arm.

tomorrow the festival really gets going. I can't wait.

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