#oh and also the tattoos/carvings

[abysssserpent]

here’s three commissions across about… a year (I think) that I’ve done for kallosur on tiktok. thanks for all the commissions!!!

your dnd characters are very rad and I’ve really enjoyed working on the special guys.

[aemndxx]

𝓇.cameron. ┆ mini tattoo.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ sry i needed to get this filth outta my system . <3

rafe cameron is the type of motherfucker that wants to put his mark on you, to mark up your soft, smooth, flawless skin in the most nasty, vile, delicious ways he can imagine. all rafe can imagine is branding your soft, vanilla-scented skin with his name—or perhaps, just his initials in some delicate, dainty writing in fancy, cursive letters across your flawless skin. it'll really rile rafe up if you get a mini tattoo of his initials right above on your freshly waxed bikini area, all pretty and sweet and oh, the possessive look in rafe's steel blue eyes is downright dangerous, practically sinful, knowing you'll never be able to truly leave him—not anymore, not since he had slithered his way into your fragile, gentle, and overly sensitive little heart that feels so much love for him, that's just too easy for him to influence. and meanwhile, just as rafe has paid to get his initials tattooed across your skin, forever on your body, for eternity—rafe is just as branded as you're, you also have left your mark on him, only... your branding is in the very center of his heart, your name carved in big, bold letters—you're his, just as much as rafe is yours.

[syoddeye]

more reading recs

because one post isn't enough. we are hashtag blessed with fic.

as requested, i've highlighted fics with noncon and/or dubcon elements in orange. beyond that, you are responsible for reading tags, warnings, and summaries.

pairings are indicated, although these may change or may not be established yet.

there is no method to this madness, no specific order. these are listed here as my brain remembered them.

i've checked all the links maybe three times, if they're broken, i blame tumblr's formatting.

without further ado...

Slasher Handler by @dragonnarrative-writes - Ghost x Reader

"Simon does serial killer things. What a rascal!" Another fantastically written Simon, with wonderful dashes of Gaz and Price. It's put the term 'romance knives' in my vocabulary. There are many quotable bits and moments that made my blood run cold with how normal the ~situation~ feels, but everything has to be experienced firsthand.

The Far Shore by @deadbranch - Soap x Reader

DB's fic collection is rich, and The Far Shore is no different. I fucking loved Pacific Rim, so when I saw her first mention a PR AU, I did imaginary backflips. DB's Readers are some of my favorites because of how complex and realistic they feel, and when combined with the visceral depth of the neural handshake AND Soap? Compelling. The dynamic between them is fascinating. I almost can't wait for it to be finished so I can go back and dissect it.

Falling into Place by @mortuarywriting

Morg's brought the first COD Isekai AU I've read, like a little treat, with A/B/O to boot. The first chapter hooked me and cracked me up. Their dialogue reads so well, it truly feels like I got sucked into the universe. The panicked ramblings, the over-explanation, the 'oh shit, we don't even have a shared cultural touchstone' moments. I cannot wait for more.

Carvings by @femalefemur - Price x Reader

Cyn's got this amazing thing going on called 'Top Quality Worms' where she takes me by the hand and leads me down a rabbit hole I didn't know I'd find so cozy. Carvings is one piece from her incredible list, featuring a bloody, possessive Captain Price. Somehow, out of this entire piece, Price snapping a pen really did it for me. Did someone say loss of control? Oh no, not my kryptonite!

Under Your Spell by @groguspicklejar - Gaz x Reader x Soap

This fic had me at the pairing tag. Lured me right in. No hope for me, and I'm not mad about it. The way Gaz and Soap play off of each other in Under Your Spell is spine-tingling in more ways than one. The definition of scaroused. Kelsi writes a wonderful Gaz. The first two paragraphs in part two, Split My Skin, describe him perfectly to me.

Chokehold by @ccrites - Soap x Reader

Chokehold is a chef's kiss read. Starts off as a cute and sweet gym read, and uh, well, it does get sweeter, in a way. Without spoiling anything, there is a brief cab ride that made me take a lap before things got really going for Reader. CC's Soap is a delightful tease that is tender all at the same time. I'd join his gym in a heartbeat.

Knight/Princess AU by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - Price x Reader

I've read and re-read this AU series a dozen times. It's so gd cute, I might need to see the dentist about how it's rotting my teeth. Seriously, it makes ME want to be a princess. Specifically Price's princess. Bear writes such a sweet and gruff Price, catch me holding a hand over my heart and just sighing. I'm also a big fan of multiple POVs and the insight into each character.

Martyr in the Making by @eilidh-eternal - Ghost x Reader

I had a tattoo touch-up the other day, and while waiting, I thought about this fic: the dream and nightmare of being tattooed by Simon and the rest of the 141. It's a dream for obvious reasons (probably unhealthy for me) and a nightmare because of, well, you'll have to read the story. Getting a tattoo can be such an intimate experience. You put yourself into someone's care and get something permanently etched onto your body. When Reader sits for Simon, you're right there with her, the two of you on an altar.

Liquid Smooth by @cordeliawhohung - Gaz x Reader

Bodyguard!Gaz save me, save me, bodyguard!Gaz. Ugh, Gaz is fucking incredible in every flavor, but there is something that hits different about the guy when he's flexing those 'VIP protection' skills. There are several tiny moments in Liquid Smooth that made me audibly whisper, "God, I wish that were me." If you have a conifer tree allergy, you might not be able to handle the god-tier pining. (I'll see myself out.)

pornstar!Gaz by @cordeliawhohung - Gaz x Reader

Gotta include the series that I drop everything for whenever I see an update. Another fantastic depiction of best man Kyle Gaz Garrick. The charm, the jealousy, the care...My personal favorite installments are Whispers and Threesomes.

plus size puppygirl!reader / Simon & Reader / Punishment by @secretsynthetic - Price x Reader x Ghost

Ghost gets his Captain a puppy, and Synth gives us a tasty Price x Reader x Ghost story. I've linked the intro and a Simon x Reader snippet, but my personal favorite is Punishment. Punishment is a deeper dive into Price the disciplinarian: "how the hell do i get a mutt like you to fuckin’ listen?" I'd gush about it, but again, this is another one to read and experience firsthand. One of my favorite recent explorations of a PriceGhost dynamic.

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i'll probably cobble another one of these together in may 2024. my fic backlog is something else. i blame it on all the massive talent. mwah.

[fandomsonly]

Every MXTX ML does that one thing that's like a step too far, you know? Oh, I'm Binghe and I love Shizun so much I'm gonna hold on to his corpse for five years and fix his destroyed golden core and keep his body ready for revival every single day. And stab clones of myself in my sleep in penance. Oh, I'm Lan Wangji and I'm gonna adopt this child that was once under Wei Wuxian's protection. And I'm gonna stab my chest with this poker. Oh, I'm Hua Cheng and I'm gonna carve a thousand sculptures of my god and paint murals of our meetings (and a minor fantasy don't worry about that one). Also I'm gonna tattoo his name on my arm. They are all melodramatic bitches with at least slight stalker tendencies, like, they are all slightly redeemed yanderes, every last one of them.

[dfortrafalgar]

Watching You In The Morning

Inspired by “Watching You In The Morning” by Waltzin

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: fluff, kinda poetic? more narrative study than plot, more fluff

Also posted on AO3

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The rise and fall of your chest was a perfect metronome, as if you were dancing along to the patter of raindrops as they fell against the submersible’s porthole.  In your deep, whimsical slumber, you would never even know of the romantic waltz your very presence exuded upon the man in the bed next to you.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Slow, methodical.  His tattooed fingers dusted fleetingly across the skin of your neck, reaching out to you with reserve, with apprehension, with want.  He felt himself smile, chapped lips tugging ever so slightly at his cheeks at the sight of your serenity, lost in the haze of your dreams.  You were truly beautiful.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

He could watch your breathing forever.  He could die at the crevice of your chest, just to know that you were still inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling.  To know that you were alive, that your flesh was warm with your blood, that your nerves could feel his hands against your skin, was plenty for him.  He forever worshiped the ground you walked on, relishing in your every moment.  Every word you spoke, every blink of your eyes, curve of your smile, every time your perfect hand fit snugly into his like a statue carved from the finest marble.

His calloused fingers traced invisible lines up your neck, towards your jaw, barely touching you enough to feel the slight fuzz of your natural facial hair.  He ghosted across your dimpled skin, absorbing the heat you radiated, memorizing every cell he could touch.  His eyes darted toward your lips, parted ever so slightly to breathe.

In.

Out.

When his slate-gray eyes looked back up toward yours, you were also looking back at him.  You blinked in slow motion, eyes heavy with the waning of your slumber.  You grinned at him, a sight that made the cold man’s heart do pierrouets, fluttering below his ribcage.  Any more unbridled affection towards him would make his chest rip open in a flood of snow-white doves.

With exhaustion on your tongue, voice crackling without being used, you spoke.  “Were you watching me?”

His fingers retraced their steps along your skin, landing at your collarbones where he mimicked the line of your bone.  “How could I not?”

You laughed.  A sound so bright, so warm, almost too warm.  A sound that made his body lighter, his hair stand on end.  A sound that filled his senses with yellow and violet hues, that smelled like peaches and lavender, that engulfed him in a sweet embrace of a hearth’s heat.  Your laugh made the walls he had spent a decade building up crumble with vigor, chips of glass falling to the ground and shattering into irreparable pieces.

Pieces that he was starting to think did not need to be repaired.

He adjusted his body with the motion of you shuffling closer to him, nestling yourself perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder, his arms around your body, secure and safe.  He smelled of cedar and ethanol, a faint tinge of gasoline and the essence of sugar.  You melted like butter in his hold, paralyzed in his arms, a willing prisoner of his presence.  You felt his chest rise and fall with his shallow breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Your own air tickled the skin of his breast, tiny, gentle feathers in a spring breeze.  Your fingers crawled along his side before looping your arm under his and pulling your body ever closer.  Oh how you wished you could break the universe for just one moment, to part his atoms and truly become one with him.  Even just a zeptosecond would be enough.

“If you keep thinking this hard, you might blow a fuse.”  His low voice rumbled against your head.

“How did you know?” you responded, voice light and airy, lovestruck and dumb.

He released a chuckle from his throat.  “I just had a feeling.”

Silence once again fell over the two of you.  Save for the continuous rain that fell, a faded noise in the backdrop of the aura he surrounded you with.  Washing away all worries, all fears.

“Can we stay like this forever?”

The question surprised you.  It wasn’t like him to ask such silly, menial queries.  Ever the pessimist, ever the analytical scientist.  He lived for the truth of the world and the facts of life.  He had you for the optimism and the joy for life that he lacked, a perfect balance.  The Yang to his Yin.

You simply hummed.  Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, you felt your blood rush to your face like a flame.  “Forever.”

His arms squeezed you once, then twice.  He sighed, melancholy.  The rain continued to fall, the vessel continued to sway monotonously on the surface of the vast, open ocean, but you stayed anchored to his bed, to his sheets, in his unmoving arms.

He smiled again.  “Thank you.”

No response was followed, and no response was needed.  Your breaths fanning against his skin were more than enough.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Oh no, everyone has great ideas and you turn them into such amazing stories 🥹 Love family stuffs ahhhhh 😩

How about the kings and their kids prepare for Mother's day? 👀 The kids ask for advices and join their dads in prepare them (...and the king's gifts too... if you know what I mean 👀👌👈)

I love bringing your ideas to life! And I'm glad that you entrust them to me, you don't even know what an inspiration it is, that I can write for you, and you like it. Stay amazing as always 🙏

Family time, let's go!

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan and the twins had some trouble with their gift for you. They said they wanted to do it themselves, without dad, because it would be a surprise for both of you. Of course, he agreed, but he still ordered the nobles to keep an eye on them. First they went to Sitri and wanted to paint the cups, but they broke them. Then they approached Paimon to make you your own stickers, but after half an hour, glitter was everywhere. Before they accosted anyone else, Astaroth intervened. He took them to the meadow (so they could run around and shake off some glitter) and only when they got tired did he start telling them about how their father was a child, when they were picking wild flowers for bouquets for you.

Satan himself will give you a box of mint-blueberry chocolates, which you regularly carved at 3 a.m. during your pregnancy, and a smirk with the words "I'm ready for round two." Of course, he pissed you off with that. And since he also brought good wine, get ready for the next five rounds.

Mammon and your little gang will present you with a whole collection of jewelry. You expected them to be pasta necklaces and modeling clay earrings, but of course you underestimated them. Pearl necklace, ruby bracelets, cufflinks with gold beads. Of course, they are made a bit crooked and clumsy, the younger the child the more so, but you and Mammon look like the proudest parents in the world. This is the only jewelry you want to wear.

From the king you will receive a beautiful silk set (actually five sets, each matching one piece of jewelry you received), underwear and a long dressing gown, (and a matching dress, shoes and even a handbag), which you will have to try out together.

Beelzebub loves scribbles, and so does his little girl! The card you will receive will be the messiest, most colorful conglomeration of colored tissue paper, photos and ribbons you could ever imagine. Beel made sure that there was no shortage of materials, so in one place you have shells from the Caribbean, a heart made of Chinese silk and amber with a fossil (where did they get it from? Did he really take your daughter for a walk around the world? You don't ask, you don't want to know the answer).

Beel will give you markers with edible icing. He had a great time with the little one, but now it's time for mommy to show off her artistic talent. Preferably on his body. You can trace his tattoos with a marker, or maybe write something new. He's ready to be your canvas all night long.

Your daughter has Leviathan’s perfectionism, but in a specific version that when daddy likes something, it means it's already perfect. Usually. Sometimes she says daddy has no taste, and that's the sassy part she inherited from you. She would spend a good week sitting in her father's office and embroidering a pillow as a gift for you, with small flowers, because she doesn't know anything else yet. Levi makes sure she doesn't gouge out her eye with the needle, and every time the needle almost pierces her finger, the thread pulls it back. He usually doesn't worry about it, let the child learn. This time he would prefer there was no blood on the embroidery because the gift for you has to be more perfect than anything else.

Leviathan will give you a choker, also embroidered, but with black thread on black material. You can read it only by touch. What does it say? Only you two know. It's so adjustable that it's perfect for both wearing and choking.

[locomoqo]

VASCO FLUFF PLSPLSSS😭😭❤️❤️❤️

fragilility hidden in ink

— vasco x gn!reader

details: nothing but fluff, exploring each others bodies but not in a sexual way

A/N: cutie vasco fluff yum yum this has been sitting in my drafts for a while (a while literally being two days, not proofread btw :3)

Physical touch.

Touch is an essential aspect of the human experience. It’s something that strengthens bonds, may it be a simple handshake, a hug from a loved one, or even those passionate moments deep in the night.

The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the sheets. Vasco lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, with you nestled against him. The gentle aftermath of your intimacy wrapped around both of you like a soft blanket.

Vasco stared down at you as you moved closer into his side, his fingers trailing up and down your bare back. There was something about the way you looked in the dim lightning with the lamp on your bedside table highlighting some parts of your face.

He revered you. He thought of you as the sun, everything about you felt so warm. He felt warm around you, no matter how long you two have been dating, you still managed to make his heart beat out of his chest every single time you blessed him with even an ounce of your attention.

“You know…” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. What were you talking about? He wasn’t listening, he was too absorbed admiring you. “No, I don’t.” His gruff voice answers, making you huff out in amusement. “Sorry, what were we talking about?” He asks, bringing his hand from your lower back to your face to brush some of your hair out of your face.

“Your tattoos.” Your fingers tap one on his chest, “You’ve never told me the meaning behind them.” You clarify. One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity, “The meaning…?” He repeats as he looks down at where your finger tapped.

“They’re umm traditional Japanese tattoos‒oh and this one’s a bluebird.” He points at the bluebird tattoo on his chest then glances back up at you with such a simple expression on his face that clearly asked if he was able to answer your question.

“I know what those are, silly.” You smiled, “I meant like‒why did you get them? Is there a story? or did you just see some action star with tattoos and think ‘yep, i’m getting one too’.” You explained.

Vasco’s lips pressed into a line for a moment before sighing. “Yes, there’s a story to them.” His answer is quiet, internally shivering as his mind replays his memories from middle school. You catch the way the corners of his mouth seem to turn down a bit, the way his brows furrow and he subtly inhales sharply.

“...we don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfy, I was just curious.” You softly say, a hand coming up to cup his face. Thumb brushing over his cheek which instinctively makes him nuzzle his face into your palm. “No, no, it’s fine. We can talk about it if you want to.” He quickly says, covering your hand with his.

“You sure? it’s fine really–”

“I’m sure.”

He stares at you firmly yet his gaze was also a window to his soul where you could see the vulnerability. You held his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt but this is Vasco we’re talking about, he never goes back on his word.

“Okay then, tell me the story behind them.” You say. He moves your hand away from his cheek, guiding it towards one of the tattoos on his left arm. “This one covers up one of my scars from back in middle school.” He starts, recalling when the bullying started.

You listen intently as he guided your hand to where each vulgar tattoo that bullies carved into his skin were, all cleverly covered up by his tattoos. You felt the texture of the ink beneath your touch, the artistry and meaning imbuing each detail with life. Vasco leaned closer, allowing you to explore each tattoo fully, fingers gliding over each intricate design.

As your fingertips trailed over his skin, he observed you. Completely in awe of you, it made you giggle sometimes when you saw how in love he was with you. Often telling him that he probably feels that way because you’re his first love, his first everything.

Vasco’s hand held yours against his skin. "It’s funny," he said after a long pause. "I never talk about these. But with you… it feels easy."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, full of quiet understanding. "Thank you for sharing," you whispered, your voice as tender as the moment you both were in.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if sealing the connection between you. And in that silence, surrounded by the warmth of your shared breaths, the stories on his skin felt as much yours now as they were his.

You traced the lines of his tattoos again, mindlessly this time. You lay there, enveloped in the quiet, taking in the intimate space you had created.

The tattoos on his skin weren’t just marks of his past; they were symbols of his strength and determination. With each gentle brush of your fingers, you felt the connection deepen, a promise that you would stand by him through whatever life threw your way.

“Each tattoo…” Vasco said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They remind me of where I’ve been and what I’ve overcome.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “And now they’re part of our story too,” you added, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Exactly,” he replied, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. He shifted slightly, drawing you closer as if he wanted to shield you from the outside world. “I think of you every time I look at them. You give them a new meaning.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest. You nestled closer into his side, feeling safe and cherished. The vulnerability you shared in that moment was a thread that tied you together, weaving a tapestry of trust and love.

The world outside faded even further, leaving only the two of you and the stories etched in his skin, creating a cocoon of warmth and tenderness where nothing else mattered.

[animatedjen]

What's some stuff you're really hoping to see in Jedi 3 (either narratively or gameplay wise)?

Oh I'm so glad you asked this 🙌 Because I have THOUGHTS.

Gonna put everything under the cut so this doesn't clog up the feed with a wall of text (whoops.) Some of these ideas I hope to create concept art for, after I replace/fix my very cranky thirteen-year-old tablet. Anyway let’s start with gameplay!

Gameplay!

Maintaining Cal's abilities: Survivor handled this beautifully by keeping many of the skills learned in Fallen Order, instead of undoing Cal's growth from the first game. I think it'll be trickier to keep this momentum into Jedi 3 (the skill tree has gotten so large!) but story reasons could push Cal towards new types of abilities instead of bloating the current options.

More synergy between the lightsaber stances: I like all the stances in Survivor and it'd be A) disappointing to lose any of them, but B) overwhelming to add MORE combat styles. Being able to flow between the stances more fluidly would be fun though, with specific combos unlocked depending on which two are active together. Now if Merrin lets Cal borrow her knife-staff and he puts his lightsaber on the end... MAGICK SABER PIKE GO.

New or adapted movement mechanics: Maybe the ascension cable is replaced with a force ability (Force Ascend or Force Leap for an extra vertical boost?) or is "upgraded" to connect between two anchors, letting Cal create his own temporary ziplines.

Replayable missions: This could be explained in-game with a Force Tear or Cal's own interactive echoes. But I'd love the option to experience story missions and boss fights again post-game.

Customization!

This is a bonus section because Merrin should get new outfits. Haven't decided how to make it part of gameplay yet, stay tuned.

Cal's cosmetics in Survivor are mostly cool, some just funny, but overall a huge improvement from Fallen Order (yes, even though we miss all the poncho designs). For Jedi 3 I'd love to see more story-centric cosmetics that tie into the communities and people Cal has met along his journey. A Legacy outfit (incorporating pieces from his three Jedi masters), an Anchorite-inspired outfit (with arm tattoos), a bounty hunter outfit (the prize after defeating the Brood), etc. Maybe a Bogling outfit? No not made from Boglings; it looks like a Bogling. Hang on lemme fix my tablet—

Narrative + Gameplay!

Explore Tanalorr: Right now this sparkly, strong-in-the-Force, temple-carved planet is a huge mystery box for Jedi 3. There's a few directions it could go - more High Republic history, another civilization (the Nihil? someone new?) lurking in the shadows, or Force-related secrets hiding below the surface. Each Jedi game has followed Cal's exploration of an ancient culture, and I think Tanalorr can be a focal point in that journey.

Defeat Sorc Tormo and the Haxion Brood: I mentioned this in an ask earlier this week, but I so want a resolution to this fight against the Brood. Especially since roaming bounty hunters would threaten the Hidden Path. Maybe Cal breaks back into Ordo Eris, or hunts down Sorc Tormo on another planet. Maybe there's a Force-only stealth section?? Maybe a big multi-wave boss fight? Maybe Caij is there??? (no she doesn't get an invite to Tanalorr)

Dark Side Force Slow: The fact that Cal's Force Slow ability kept its red-stained aura, even in the Survivor post-game, is great. I love lasting consequences and ludonarrative harmony, yes yes yes. Really hope this isn't fully resolved by the start of Jedi 3 (potential timeskip makes it tricky but whatever) and the ability receives some sort of healing through Cal finding his way out of the darkness.

Narrative!

Timeskip?: I vote no, but I think Jedi 3 will vote yes, likely to age up Kata and allow Tanalorr to be more developed. But that also means Cal and the Mantis Crew goes through character development without us (boo) or remains emotionally stunted until we get there (also boo?). I'm more comfortable with the five year gap between FO and Survivor than I used to be though, despite "missing out" on big character moments, so maybe it'll be okay. Maybe. 👀

The Hidden Path builds a home on Tanalorr: This works until it doesn't, whether from outside pressure or the threat of a spy within. I don't think Bode's fears should necessarily be validated, but I do think the risk will keep Cal on edge and hurt his ability to trust (both others and himself.) It'll drive decisions that strain his relationships and be a source of conflict for part of the game.

The Mantis gets semi-retired and then reinstated: I just love the mental picture of the Mantis parked somewhere cozy and decorated with cloth and lights and a hideout for Kata. It's become too small and high profile to use for gathering the Path, but when the plot gets going, they're gonna need her back in action.

Three main antagonists: The Empire, an unrelated third-party with their own goals (Nihil or someone else), and Cal's own demons. The first two drive the external conflict, the third drives Cal's inner conflict and the story's themes. More on that at the end.

A memorial garden: It's designed by Pili and filled with native Tanalorrian plants and trees, from which the Anchorites hang cords and windchimes and bits of colored glass. Cere's saber was buried beneath the largest tree. Cal plays her hallikset here when he's too troubled to meditate. If we want to be mean, this place gets damaged during a battle in Act 3. If we want to be less mean, this is the place that doesn't get damaged during a battle.

Kata has some sort of student-teacher relationship with Cal: I'm torn on her being Force sensitive: this is a story about Jedi and "guide her through the darkness" is pretty telling given Cal's own darkness at the end of Survivor. But Cal helping Kata (and Kata helping Cal) can happen regardless of her Force sensitivity - it would just look different. This is a soft answer because I'm still exploring ideas around it BUT admittedly the angst levels would be higher if she is sensitive.

A battle against the shadow self: Look this one is cliche. I don't care. I want a huge cavern in the depths of Tanalorr where Cal gets to fight a dark version of himself that switches between all his former enemies. If we're making a video game here let's physically beat up our darkness. Let's have it not work. Let's bring Cal to rock bottom to remind him that he is more than his darkness and he doesn't have to do this alone. Let's go back to that same fight later and then we finally win.

There's more to explore story-wise and I will eventually, but I'm overall not concerned about Jedi 3's narrative. Respawn has been very intentional with their writing of Cal Kestis and the Jedi series so far (despite some last minute changes to Survivor) and I love this character and this story because of all the great work they've created. I really hope they finish this journey the way they want to. That being said—

How should Jedi 3 end? Should Cal die?

No: I'll argue Cal dying at the end of the trilogy completely undermines the entire lesson of Survivor.

Cal wouldn't stop fighting the Empire: The Cal we meet at the beginning of Survivor definitely wouldn't. That Cal also watched countless friends die to that same fight and saw two different Jedi fall to their passions-turned-obsessions that led them to the dark side. He may wrestle with remnant obligation or a bitter apathy, but he's definitely not as single-minded as he was before.

Cal would sacrifice himself to save the Path: Yeah, he probably would. Cere did exactly that during the Siege of Jedha when all else failed. But maybe the Path could be protected without Cal needing to be a Weapon - a lesson Cere also wanted him to learn.

Another way: I think the Koboh abyss (that separates Tanalorr from the rest of the galaxy) could be destroyed. I don't know if Cal would choose to destroy it, but I think the Empire would: if they can't reach Tanalorr it's the next best thing.

Now Cal has to make a choice: Leave (continuing the fight alone) or Stay (shepherding the Path for an unknown future.) It doesn't mean they never find a way back to the known galaxy, but it'll take time. Enough time for a New Hope to appear.

Whatever your opinion of the Sequel Trilogy, the line: "That’s how we’re gonna win. Not fighting what we hate. Saving what we love." is not only a complete thesis of Star Wars, but fits really well with Cal's journey. He's become very good at fighting. He wants to save everyone in Fallen Order, and he can't. He still wants to save everyone in Survivor, and they refuse him. His Fight has made a difference (again, Cere says as much) but it's clear this can't be Cal's final answer.

Choosing to protect the Path, choosing to trust the Force, choosing a home. That's what he's been fighting for. I love Cal Kestis because he isn't the chosen one and he isn't going to save the galaxy. But for his family and his community, he saved their galaxy. It's cheesy but I don't care, and you know Greez and BD would agree with me.

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Okay this got so, so much longer than I expected. Bonus points if you made it all the way down here haha. I've had a weird assortment of concepts and ideas over the past year but never wrote them down in one place - until now. I've said it before but part of my hyperfixation with the Jedi series is because it isn't finished yet and Survivor ends on such a gut-wrenching cliffhanger. Whatever happens to this series, I'm slowly finding some sort of catharsis through all the edits and photomode shots and half-baked concepts. Thanks for tagging along ✌️

[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking

Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

[liulyam]

OK ALSO i like astarion bg3 for thé same reasons, there’s something abt narratives of terrible people with issues of identity learning to move forward and accept themselves for who they are/define themselves on their terms, and perhaps become a little better, that makes me GO CRAZY

i legitimately could make a venn diagram with these three and their similarities. it probably would be catered to me and only me but i could absolutely do it

i’m thinking again abt how vergil dmc and jace mtg have so much overlap in story and also why i like them

vergil 🤝 jace: stories about self acceptance through first having to lose a part of himself, learn to not be defined by the past or trauma, associated with blue, fire related trauma, abused by a former master/mentor and used as a weapon, HAS A SON. also the murders but that’s a given. also autistic and trans

[yanderecxre]

Note: hello!! First post hehe, hope you guys like getting to know my oc! I'll be posting a short fic of him soon!

Church - Fall Out Boy

Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love You were doomed but just enough You were doomed but just enough

Name: Nicolas "Saint" Dryden

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 55

Occupation: Retired Colonel

Appearance: Nicolas stands at an intimidating height of 6'4 with a large physique and broad shoulders and back. He has multiple scars and a few tattoos, most notable ones being the large and jagged slash running across his back from a mission gone wrong. The most notable tattoo is the cross he has on the right side of his body. Nicolas is fair skinned and has a beard, which is well kept and groomed. He has dark and intense brown eyes that seem to pierce right into the person he is staring at. He has inky brown hair that is also well kept and groomed, he likes to keep it fairly short due to his time in the military.

Personality: Cunning + Caring to those he's close to + A family man + Protective + Loyal + Rough + Blunt + Charming + Gruff + Smart + Aggressive + Extravagant + Secretive + Manipulative + Obsessive + Yandere

Interests: his firebrand + Military movies + Whiskey + Hunting + Spoiling his firebrand + his pet dog Daisy + woodworking + carving + cooking + carving

Loves: Making his firebrand happy + Pampering his firebrand + manhandling his firebrand + making or buying his firebrand gifts + seeing his firebrand wear the marks he left on them + dogs + camping + chasing his firebrand through the woods

Dislikes: seeing his firebrand try to escape + his firebrand crying (unless it's from the pure pleasure he's giving them or because they're choking on his cock) + wanderers who manage to find his home which is secluded in the woods

Description: was the commanding officer at the base their darling was stationed at as a daycare teacher + very protective of their darling + loves to keep a hand on his firebrand both sexually and in a non sexual way + Very sexually pent up + Very manipulative + Cunning + very possessive + will use whatever means necessary to keep his firebrand with him + is not above using his grandson to keep his darling with him.

Fetish: Hearing his darling moan + Making his darling cum + Edging his darling + Praising his darling + darling being submissive + Spanking his darling + Light asphyxiation + Degrading his darling + Humiliating his darling + Making his darling beg. + Fucking his darling on the forest floor + primal play + breeding + creampies

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

oh jughead he's such a horrible hateful cunt he's a teenage boy he's a little girl he wants daddy to love him again hold him close without needing jughead to be bleeding out for it to happen he wants his best friend he wants normalcy he HATES normal he'd kill himself for it all but believes no one deserves such a sacrifice from him he wants archie to hurt hurt hurt he also wants him to play video games and watch horror movies on the couch again. his mums a lesbian and he carved her ex girlfriend situationships tattoo off. and he's in charge of YOUR universe! all this and more

[my-brain-soup]

I've Never Seen Luka, But Jon Kent Has

Basically I've never watched Luka but I read a fanfic where Jon gets the teen titans to watch it (parallels are drawn between Luca and Alberto and Jon and Damian) so now I will be watching it and writing the thoughts I have during it

No I will not give context and spoiler warning ig

Love the music during the studio logos

We love a superstitious king, I mean, I have a feeling he has a point

IF THEY HIT HIM IMMA BE SO PISSED

Awww, he's such a polite little guy

Luca is a farm boy!!! I love my little Jon Kent varient :)

I, too, would risk my life for shiny object

I, too, do the murder

OMG THEIR SO JON AND DAMIAN BUT LIKE BEING HUMAN IS BEING A VIGILANTE AND ITS THE SAME AS THEIR START BASICALLY I LOVE THEM

HE EVEN HAS THE SUPERMAN CURL

Dami would say he invented walking

And pretend he's not proud of Jon

THEYRE SO CUTESY

Bruno? Or Bruce...o... you get the idea

Sorry, they have Luca grab Alberto like that and expect me not to see them as the most adorable little guy love story? Their so crushing on each other

"You're so lucky your dad lets you do what you want," cue Superman's comment about Bruce getting hit on the head all the time

NO WAY THEIR SENDING HIM TO (basically) BOARDING SCHOOL TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE "bad influence" THAT IS ALBERTO

Yes! Grandma, my queen!

"We can do anything" I love this movie

MY FRIEND SMELLS AMAZING

God I don't know her name yet but I love her

JULIA OR HOWEVER YOU SAY IT

We're not telling you our secrets! Tells secrets immediately.

FROM EVERYTHING YOU LOVE?????

I love Alberto so muchhhhhh

I love Mr dad human

Oh they know SOO many fish

No way everyone, including an adult, just saw that bitch rob some kids and didn't do shit

He is a sad little catfish

Why are his parents actually crazy

Aww, Alberto doesn't want to lose his friend

Noooooooo

Luca just wants to learn, and Alberto just wants to feel loved :(

How is the gayest looking dude there being homophobic?

When your new father figue wants to kill your entire species

Alberto got mad when Julia touched Luca's hand...

Why does Luca's hair looks like a croissant

NO LUCA WTF

I WAS ALMOST ON YOUR SIDE

GOD WHAT THE HELL

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR NEW SON

FUCK.

IM NOT CRYING.

Nooooo

Their fort :(

BESTIE NO

NO ALBERTO MY BABY NO

STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY SO YOU DONT GET HURT. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK

God the organizer adult lady us such a bitch

Why is no one concerned that the scuba kid isn't coming up for air?

Aww, his little clap self tap in

It's totally about to rain

Well shit. Sometimes I hate when I'm right

WAIT WAS THAT ALBERTO

I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE WHEN IM RIGHT

FUCK

NO I TAKE IT BACK AGAIN

I love them so much!!!!

MR DAD HUMAN NO

MR DAD HUMAN YES

YAYYYY

KING

Is the mom the same person that voiced Aunt Cass in big hero 6?

YES LOVE ME THE OLD LADIES

BRO ITS SO ABOUT BEING GAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE

I decided it is a metaphor for older lgbtq people, feeling able to come out after younger generations have proved that times have changed, I love them

(They're sisters, so they're not together, but they can still be gay!)

BRO ALBERTO

THOSE LITTLE LOOKS

YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

JULIA 100% KNOWS

About his crush, not just Luca going to school

AHHHH HES SO SWEET

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, YOU NEED EACH OTHER

Their in love, your honor

THEIR LITTLE HAND HOLDING THING I CANT

IM SO MENTALLY ILL FOR GAY FISH

IM CRYING AGAIN

AHHH, THEY RIGHT EACH OTHER LETTERS

ALBERTO LOOKS SO SMITTEN WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE

ALBERTO GETS HIS KNIFE

DOES HE BECOME A LIFEGAURD???

I love this movie

So much

DAMIAN ALSO HAS A CAT AND JON ALSO HAS A DOG

Also, here is my formal apology, her name is spelled Giulia, my b

Alberto learns to carve wood, awww

Also, does Luca EVER get shoes?

I've decided I need an Alberto to become a tattoo artist future au, at least like on the side or for fun or sm

The dedication is adorable

Yes, I just watched all of the credits. What about it?

I was rewarded with an after credits scene, so fuck you.

I'm gonna watch all the deleted scenes now, I'm not gonna specify which one so have fun guessing

Haha, they called Alberto and Luca the main relationship

BOO STOP TRYING TO GIVE LUCA A CRUSH ON GIULIA

YES! CONFORMED LUCA A GIULIA ONLY PLATONIC

YES ALBERTO CHEER ON THE KRAKEN AGAINST THE HUNTER

Also, she was almost a photographer, like TIM DRAKE?!?!?

Don't worry, Luca, I'll ride in a barrel lit on fire down a hill with you

Awww, they were raised by a lobsterrr

BRING BACK CANNED SEA MONSTER FACTORY

OH SEA MONSTER CAN PASS BUT IF THEIR FOUND OUT THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT BE REALKY DIRE??? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME.

Oh, Jon is extremely charming

I love how they used different animation styles (in how they had the characters move) on land and in the water

PH THE TRANSFORMATION ISN'T CELEBRATED IN LUCAS FAMILY AND HE MAKES IT A CONSIOUS DEASITION TO CHANGE HIS THINKING FROM I SHOULDNT DO THIS TO I SHOULD EMBRASE THIS? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME

Bro, not the first version where Alberto outs Luca to Giulia, eek

And finally, Ciao Alberto!

Aww, Luca wants to see to Portorosso!

THE GAY OLD LADY SISTERS ARE DEFINITELY CLOSE WITH ALBERTO, AND I LOVE IT FOR ALL OF THEM

He finally has people who care about him!!!

AWW ALBERTO JUST WANTS MR DAD HUMAN TO BE PROUD OF HIM

Alberto, you do NOT got this

DONT LIGHT THE BOAT ON FIRE

OH SHIT

Noooo!!! Don't leave!!!

YOU'RE NOT HIS EMPLOYEE, YOU'RE HIS SON

HE CALLED HIM DAD!!!

YAY HUGS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

MY HEART

I CANT

I love Alberto being an artist (a bad one, for now, but still and artist)

Okay, that's it, Ciao :)

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Pulsation +18. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @valval08 your 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 bonbon is filled with 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕 & 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙

request: @valval08 asked: Hiiiiiii @sashi-ya I’m so glad the spicy won cause lols 😂 I wanted spicy but vote for non spicy by accident. Can I please request Law x female reader with a dulce de leche filling and the pulsations bon bon. Thank you so much!!!! tw: rough sex. impregnation. mentions of pregnancy. vag sex. bitting. choking. wc: 1k | masterlist

Ink lines crossing his skin, the heart in his chest against your back. His knees on the mattress, yours over his thighs. The surgeon of death pulling from your arms back, your tiny pleaded skirt covering the lewd motions of sex against sex.

He goes in and out, so hard. So violently. “La- Law! I- uhh… auch….” “You asked me to be rough, didn’t you… (Name)-ya?”

He has no mercy. He won’t have it even if you ask him to stop. Law is not even making an effort, it’s so natural for him to fuck you this hard.

His tattooed fingers round your neck, expertly applying pressure exactly where it should be done. He can sense your pulse going up on the tip of his fingers, and he wishes to cut that blood flow just to make you dizzy, so damn dizzy. He wants all your blood where it should be; your sex. He wants your anatomy filled up, throbbing, swollen. Law wants your walls to clench tight to his shaft.

“Uhgh- ugh- nggh- L- Law!“ you pant, and also gag. He presses your carotids with his thumb and middle finger, while his index pulls your tongue down as it invades your mouth. You drool, your mascara tinted tears also go down your cheeks. Immoral waterfalls that can only match the wetness of your core.  

Law scoffs, he doesn’t get tired from the thrusts, not in the slightest; “It was such a beautiful makeup you got for valentine’s… and I’m here ruining it” he laughs. And that laughter is the sweetest melody your lightheaded self could catch from around you.

You whimper and whine, just when he decides -from time to time- you can use your throat. He goes for the marks around your neck, he wants his fingertips on your skin, carved, tattooed.

You thought it would be funny if you dared him to fuck you “rough”. You insisted, you played with the idea. You even joke he was soft and delicate… and he promised you would never had to say that… ever again…. “Am I too soft? Too delicate, (Name)-ya? Well, we will see after this romantic dinner”

Law also squeezes your breasts. He goes hard, he doesn’t care. He pinches and twists your nipples, he wants you to scream. And you do, as he pulls so mercilessly from your erected, overly sensitive buttons.

He also bites, from time to time, your shoulders. Because… why wouldn’t he? You wanted it rough, right?

Oh, rough and raw too. raw, so he could fill you up…

“Ngh, (Name)-ya…” he for once goes slower. His hips aren’t killing you as before. You have come, probably twice already but him? Not yet. You can’t help but move on your own, going up and down, sometimes back and forth but most importantly tracing circles with your hips around his hard, drippy sex.

You want to milk him. You really want more. You want his warm release inside you, too.

He tries to stop you, his hands pressing down your lower belly now. He wants you to go slower, but he can’t make it happen. His own hips aren’t responding to his brain, either.

“Don’t- I’m not wearing a condom” he tries to warn you. He is so torn into keep doing it rough, filling you up to the brim, he has fantasized with his own cum dripping out your entrance so many times before.

“Fill me up ~” you purr, making his arms to fully surround your waist. You want to lock him in and around you, and you do with your own arms. You have closed your legs enough so that he is also unable to pull off. -He didn’t, he couldn’t do it, either way-

Law takes a look at the reflection of your bodies in a foggy window of a cheap hotel. It was valentine’s day, there was no time, you didn’t want to waste it searching for a better place. It could have been the car; but there wasn’t enough room, he said.

“You want me to destroy you, and now to get you pregnant (Name)-ya? You want me to fucking get you pregnant?” he asks, this time whispering, short of breath and full of desire, on your ear. “Do you really wanna get filled with my cum? Are you gonna keep it all inside, my sweet little bitch?”

You nod, desperately, humping on top of him, clenching to his throbbing hardness so ready to give the surgeon the so needed relief. “Pl- please, Law… fill me up, get me pregnant, impregnate me”

Law sighs louder, he needs to let go all the tension accumulated in his chest. “Very well, allow me to ~” he moans, going as hard as fast as possible with thrusts that could kill, that make you shiver, that make you weak.

And with a loud grunt, he comes. This time is him who won’t let you stand up. He traps you against his thighs, against his sweaty body. “Keep it there” he growls, kissing your cheek, going as deep as possible, remaining there. Both bodies mixed in one, connected for almost eternity. “Keep it there for me, (Name)-ya… happy valentine’s day, I love you”

“Thank you, my love… it feels so warm…” you mumble, turning to the side to give him sloppy kisses, so full of passion and lust. “Don’t move until the last drop is inside me… I love you~”

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

The Mark of Athena except, instead of it being a coin given to Annabeth by Athena/Minerva, it’s a tattoo burned onto her forearm. Hear me out.

The tattoo has a tribal design of an owl, an olive branch, and the Greek letters A.Θ.E on it. And it's carved and burnt onto her skin. It glows red when Annabeth’s alone on her quest, and it would slightly hurt as the red glow would also be burning on her skin. It would look like a regular tattoo on her arm when it’s not glowing.

Their encounter would’ve been like:

Athena grabbed Annabeth’s right arm and dugged her nails onto them causing a burning sensation surging through her arm. “Follow the Mark of Athena,” She said. “Avenge me.”

“Mom…” Annabeth winced in pain as Athena’s nails dugged deeper into her skin. “What are you talking about? What mark?”

Then she saw the mark Athena meant. Her mother was placing the mark on her. On her skin, she saw a drawing of an owl, an olive branch and the greek letters, A.Θ.E. It looked like it was carved and burnt onto her skin.

“Avenge me or leave me.” Athena had said.

Annabeth had to pull herself from her mother’s grasp and ran without looking back.

She had tried scrubbing and washing it off, but to no avail. And ever since that day with Athena/Minerva at Grand Central, she only wore long-sleeved shirts to hide the mark on her forearm, as it would only remind her of her last encounter with her mother.

She didn’t tell anyone about it. Not the Head Counselors, or her siblings, not Jason, Piper, and Leo－her crewmates in the Argo II before sailing for New Rome, and not even Chiron.

Annabeth tugged her shirt's sleeve when Ella the harpy recited the prophecy concerning the Mark of Athena fearing anyone will know about it. Wisdom’s daughter walks alone, the Mark of Athena burns through Rome…

She discovered that the mark on her arm glowed a fiery red while she was at Fort Sumter in Charleston. There was also a mark of Athena that glowed on the walls when she became trap inside a dark room with the mark burning spiders away.

No one else knew about it until Piper asked her what the Mark of Athena was while the seven of them were in a meeting in the Argo II's mess hall. She pulls out her sleeve and shows it to the rest of the seven. Some of them were fascinated by it to the point where Leo says it’s dope and I want one! Others, particularly Hazel and Percy recognizes that it looked like it was burnt on her skin.

After the 2nd Giant War, the tattoo faded and now permanently looked like a wine-stain birthmark after the Athena Parthenos was returned to the Greeks and placed on Half-Blood Hill.

Her Dad, Frederick freaked out when he saw the birthmark-esque tattoo, and her cousin, Magnus basically snorted and said, Your mom placed a mark on you? Oh, my gods, Couz, what did you do?

So, yeah, just a thought. 😊

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

your post about ifrit and alpha??? it was so amazing??? so so GDMSVNSVND

also, alpha seeing who he could've been in ifrit? yeah so i think it killed me, in the most possible way, if you wanna say anything more about them, together or alone i would love to hear your thoughts

Oh you can’t ask me that I have SO MUCH to say…this is about Ifrit, it’s already too long and unorganized (literally all my thoughts randomly put there) so I’ll do Alpha another time…

Ifrit, oh, Ifrit. A people pleaser at heart, wearing said heart on his sleeve, not only always giving but also always letting people take - and yes, to me there is a distinction.

Ifrit loves hard and all consumingly, his relationships, platonic or not, woven into him. He forgets, sometimes, that he doesn’t have to be perfect all the time, that his needs deserve to be tended to just how much as his loved ones’. 

On a lighter note, Ifrit is also very crafty. He loves to make jewelry, carve wooden objects…While Alpha is the official ghoul tattoo artist (half the ghouls are inked thanks to him), Ifrit is the piercer, with his ears heavy with jewelry, rings looped through the spade of his tail clicking gently when he walks, announcing his presence.

Ifrit has a good relationship with Mist - she has a weakness for him that she swears up and down has nothing to do with his sad puppy eyes. Him and Ivy also get along very well, they’re often found chatting while sunbathing in the Church’s gardens.

Ifrit is a very physically affectionate person, touch helps grounding him, reassuring him. Aether and him are constantly holding hands whenever they can, Ifrit feels a very special brand of safe with Aether by his side ; the quint has a tendency to wrap an arm around his waist, hand resting low on Ifrit’s hip, while the other instinctively tangles their fingers together, that makes Ifrit go all mushy inside. 

One thing about Ifrit is that he can be a smug little shit. With the way he walks a thin line between all consuming self doubt and absolute confidence, you never know what you’ll get, but oh boy can he be cocky.

Him and Swiss, oh, I could say so much about them. They just match so well, encouraging each other’s antics, with their sparkling grins and irresistible fits of laughter. They get each other’s humor and little quirks, they just click so well, effortlessly. With their easy charm and penchant for mischief, they are absolute menaces. They’re also the kind to call each other « bro » and « dude » only half ironically while cuddling and making out.

Ifrit also strikes me as the kind to get up at the ass crack of dawn despite not being a morning person at all, because he needs to be productive - read : do a shit ton of stuff - or else he feels like he wasted his time.

He’s also a big sap and not ashamed in the slightest. He adores Valentine’s Day, rom coms and all that stuff.

Ifrit and Zephyr have this relationship that screams of domesticity. They are attentive to each other’s need, able to read each other like a book. Zephyr has Ifrit wrapped around their finger, but if we’re being honest, the contrary is also true. Ifrit made them matching necklaces and they sometimes get tangled when they kiss. 

Ifrit sometimes forgets how strong he is, but never with people. He handles them with delicacy, without treating them like they’re fragile little things either - a good balance that he perfected over the years, caring but never overbearing.