#purple means meee :)

[brights-place]

Miles 42 with a little sister who has telekinesis????

Miles 42! & Telekinetic! Younger Sister

Pairings: Miles 42! & Reader (platnoic)

Warnings: Fluff, Amazing older brother, cussing, slight angst, abit of blood

A/N: Uhm so I may or may not have given up at the end because I got tired at the end and Gave up !! Im so sorry I was so sleepy but I hope some of these were good enough for you (˶◡‿◡) Pre Telekinesis⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - Miles cared for his family it was obvious but he cared for Mama Rio and You more once Jeff died - Miles never told you he was the prowler and You never told him about having telekinesis - You aspired to be like Miles he helped your mother all the time even if you were 3 years younger then him you wanted to be like him strong, tough and caring so you would always work hard - In you city it was broken and horrible, crime syndicates all around flames, crumbling building, and crimes on the streets something you hated - Though you didn't expect you would have gotten telekenisis when you went through the rumble near the train station to see king pin standing over something... someone? but something stood by something tall that was wearing purple costume with a mask and clawed gauntlets with gadgets. His boots appear to be upgraded Jordan 1 shoes you paused confused 'Why the fuck would you wear badass things if your just gonna wear street shoes' you thought as you peaked through the rubble crawling over and looking up - Confused you reached out to touch the rubble to move it out the way to get a better view unaware there was a sharp needle hidden beneath - As you inadvertently pressed against it a pain shot through your hand and droplets of a mysterious purple liquid seeped into your skin as you yelped grasping your hand staring down at it chucking the needle away

- Kingpin spoke his gaze shifted towards you momentarily, the two of you exchanging a brief glance through the debris. In that instant, your eyes widened before you swiftly bolted away leaving him behind with puzzled thoughts before speaking deeply to the cyborg punk guy - "Follow them" - You were running fast and quick paced as you felt your heart in your ears as your lungs made you start heaving as adrenaline rushed through your vines - you quickly dodged and ran through the streets as the guy- or whatever the fuck it was chasing after you as you ran nothing else rushed into your mind but to Run run faster then you ever did before you just wanted to go home - A bright purple claw gauntlet suddenly illuminated as it lunged towards you - In a panic-stricken moment you instinctively reached out and grabbed a nearby pole flinging it at the man behind you behind you without hesitating - Adrenaline surged through your veins as you continued to shout in terror desperately searching for a means of escape. In a panicked state you raised your hands whipped any projectile you could find towards your assailant a bag of trash being chucked around -All the while the prowler leapt away and watched in surprise as you vanished into a horde of people - When you arrived home you couldn't help but run over to your mother hugging her as rio was confused patting your head as you sighed heading into your room as you didn't want to answer your mothers questions but just muttering a 'I just missed you' - You sighed plopping onto your bed annoyed as you sighed placing yourself under your bed covers before pausing checking the side of your bed for your heaphones before pausing letting out a slight 'huh' when not feeling them - You pursed your lips annoyed raising your hands up in annoyance when seeing your headphones on your desk as you paused "come here to meee" you whined raising your hand towards your headphones making a grabbing hand motion unaware that in a swift motion the item was in your hands as you paused

- You couldn't help but look over to one of your plushies on your floor raising your hand towards the plushie "come to meeeee" you repeated to yourself as you paused annoyed when seeing it not move before you froze when you saw it shake slightly when a light purple glow escaped your finger tips as you opened your palms more as it lifted up slightly from the floor as your mouth widened in shock and in awe before it was close to you it dropped to the floor fast - you stop and stared raising the headphone up in your hands before looking to the plushie on the floor confused slowly placing your headphones back around your neck for a moment - you couldn't help but paused staring at your palms looking up through your apartment window "I want to use these powers for good !! I'll protect my family I'll punish those who do wrong and will make the world right" - You trained yourself secretly but nearly kept getting caught by Miles who barged into your room as you would yell at your older brother in annoyance - How did it lead up to this? you made up a whole hero persona and would stop small crimes due to the fear of doing larger crimes but you didn't ind getting slight injuries you cared for these people - You came up with a name for yourself (Your superhero name) but for some reason others would call you 'Terrorkinetic' you didn't understand that at all you weren't scary at all!! not as scary as the guy who chased after you - You made it a mission the man who chased after you. You needed to find and put him to justice something you needed to do to protect those who you cared for and the people around you. -You didn't expect though when going to your older brother to ask for one of your sticker packets back for your sketch book to see him putting on a familiar mask that folded into covering his face as you froze quickly going back to your room freezing - Yet here you were in your stupid hero costume as you put on a black cape because you thought it looked awesome smiling proudly to yourself before failing to sneak out of your window as you shakily dropped to the side walk before quickly sneaking into the shadows of the alleyways running around to find any crime going on which was always - Here you were chasing after a theif who stole someone purse shouting at them to stop before seeing the male get chucked into the wall in the alleyway as you froze seeing a purple glowing eyes shine glancing at the theif a robotic voice speaking "You... hand over the files you owe kingpin" "YOU! put your hands u-up!" you shouted as the male snapped his head to you as your figure shook as you held out a baton - The guy who stole the lady's wallet pushed the prowler aka miles off as your eyes widened when miles quickly pushed the male to the ground as the theifs eys rolled to the back of his head knocked out as your eyes widened "A kid like you shouldn't be here" he stated walking towards you staring you down "I am- (Super hero name) and I will take you to justice" You shouted proudly yet your figure shook like a baby lamb as Miles eyebrows furrowed behind his mask noting down the familiar voice "Go Home" - "No! You have done wrong and I'll-" your figure was tied with a rope swiftly as you were placed ontop of a street lamp hanging there as you blinked confused behind your mask "EH>!?!" Miles is figure walked away back into the shadows picking the man he just knocked out up over his shoulder - While you shouted angrily "HEY COME BACK! I WILL BRING YOU TO JUSTICE!" even if he was your brother you watched him put on that outfit a bid to kingpin a man the whole family hated so why... why would he do that? work for him? didn't he despise him as much as she did... WARNING FOR BLOOD FOR THIS PART !!

- You couldn't help but stare at your trembling hands as the purple glow that normally emanated from them had faded somewhat leaving behind a metallic red color that seemed to stick to your skin. - Your body shook slightly as your mind raced with thoughts unsure of what had just happened. You had only wanted answers, but you had somehow gotten caught in the middle of something you knew nothing about. - Miles approached you in his Prowler outfit, his mask still firmly in place as he gently grasped your hands guiding you to the river to wash them. - You could hardly bring yourself to look at the scene before you the metallic scent of blood filling your senses and the once vibrantly colored flowers now marred by the stain of violence. - You hadn't meant for this to happen... this wasn't even suppose to happen but fear had overwhelmed you in that moment causing you to lash out with all of your strength using your powers without considering the consequences. - The man who had charged at Miles laid motionless on the ground crushed by the weight of various objects that had been hurled at him with such force. - Miles stopped scrubbing your hands and watched as the red from your skin flower down the river that carried it away by the current - He couldn't shake the question that plagued his mind how had you come to possess these powers..? He was planning to ask you once you got home but for now as the older brother he had to take care of you first Post Telekinesis⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ - Miles is initially shocked and worried about your use of your powers after finding out about them particularly since he didn't know you had them. - As your older brother you should trust him - He has a lot of questions about how you got them and how long you've been training and he stared at you deadpanned "That's just a shitty workout routine and training its shitty" as you gasped and started to yell at your older brother

- You eventually reveal that you only discovered your powers recently and that you've been practicing secretly and how he nearly walked in on you when you tried to train the best you could - Miles is surprised but relieved that you didn't keep it secret intentionally; he knows you well enough to know you wouldn't hide something like this from the family but you did anyway - when he tried to pull the family card you literally shouted at him how he was the prowler as he stared to the floor "I had to" "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO SHIT MILES" you shouted angrily at him. - TIME FOR SOME POSITIVE ONES INSTEAD TO LIGHTEN UP THE MOOD!! - Miles would ask you to bring him something and when yoru THAT lazy you use your powers to hand it to him as he smacks you at the back of your head for using your powers - He would train you to use your powers with uncle aaron to get you to be able to help in some stuff when needed even though you strictly said its only for the good - Miles found it incredibly endearing how you would sometimes use your powers to play pranks on him such as making his hat float around until he grabbed it with a mock-angry expression or getting his jordans out of reach

- Miles liked to test the limits of your powers playfully seeing how far he could push you and your buttons - He once walked into your room to ask if you saw his sketchbook to see you holding it and speaking in rapid spanish as everything in your room floated like you were getting possessed... he did not even question you for the rest of the day

- he loves to steal your food expecting you to get up and physically take it back from him but instead you'd use your telekinesis to move it out of his reach or get it back as he just stares at you like you just killed someone

- During family game nights he always stares at you intensley since you use your powers to cheat always coming up with excuses like have no idea what your talking about" or saying "your just a sore loser" Miles would protest knowing exactly what you were doing but allowing it to happen anyway because seeing uncle aarons pissed off face was the best part of it all

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Uhhhhgggg @keferon your AUs plague meee, now I have Thundercracker and Marissa Faireborn in the mecha AU on my brain

Like, it makes sense? Kind of? Classic romcom opening: She's a hard-boiled, hard ass military operative doing her part in trying to defend her home from an alien threat. He's a transforming robot/fighter jet who deserted his post because he's grown disillusioned with the war.

He runs into/seeks out the organization who do the mech stuff (I don't know if they have a name or not), begs for them to hide him. they say "sure, i guess, but we get to research you". he says sure and becomes a government secret under the careful watch of Marissa and her team. Hijinks ensue.

So, Marissa's not too trustworthy of this giant fucking thing in the base. Obviously. She knows about about the Cybertronian alliance thing the military has with these guys, and that's fine. It's not her place to ask questions. BUT this guy is very obviously a part of the purple faction, which the guys from the red faction are fighting against. She doesn't care but this kinda seems like a breach in trust for their alliance for letting Thundercracker in the base. And what if he's a spy or some shit? So she's keeping an eye on him.

Meanwhile, Thundercracker's watching garbage reality tv while letting researcher poke around in his circuitry (like when your getting your teeth done for more than an hour at the dentist) and he loves it. He starts writing garbage screen plays. Someone brings their dog to work--best creature he's ever seen. He loves being a government secret! He has so much free time now!

He and Marissa talk sometimes too, and they start bonding (Romantic or Platonic, doesn't matter it's still very meaningful). She tells him about her time as a pilot before she got promoted to chain on command, he tells her tiny bits about his life that he's comfortable with. Marissa comes to uncomfortable realization that they're actually becoming friends, and what that means considering what the organization probably wants from Thundercracker.

So, when the research team and the higher ups start wanting to dig a little deeper and get some more useful intel on Thundercracker for making their own mechs a bit more formidable, Marissa suggests something else: integrating him into the pilot program. They were already doing something similar with Jazz and Prowl, why not do it again? (I might be mixing up information but just go with it)

Thundercracker is of course, not too thrilled with the prospect of going back into active duty when he 1. actively hiding from the Decepticons and 2. getting used to not being in combat anymore, but Marissa explains that this is probably the best case scenarios since the organization's research on him would get pretty non-consensual pretty quickly. So he's like "fine then, who's my pilot going to be?" and Marissa's all like "me, of course. I don't trust any of these people to be inside you" and he's like "Huh, okay, second question; how is this pilot program going to work?"

Bunch of fidangling later, they figure it out (i don't know how but whatever, figure it out in post (maybe i'll actually write something about them who knows)). It's really weird for both parties involved (Marissa: never piloted something that was alive before, Thundercracker: never had something organic inside him), but they deal with it--fighting Quintissons and aliens and maybe the odd decepticon. Classic mecha stuff.

They've got it all! Comedy! Drama! Military Corruption! Philosophical Conundrums! Dogs! Bad TV! Friendship! Love??? Who knows!! I've got more about them in my brain that's just soup rn but they make me go

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how art is made (out of your desire) || Qi Yu | Rafayel

Summary:

Art is something subjective. It's supposed to be. Yet, it seems that everyone agrees what art is. You don't. To you Art is something special, something only you understand. Until you met him.

Wordcount: 4.9k (lol?)

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Pairing:

Professor!Qí Yù | Rafayel / f!non-MC!Art Student!Reader

Tags/CW:

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI!! porn with some plot, art is subjective, and extremly horny here, semi-public masturbation (in a bathroom), orgasm denial, private masturbation (help lol), both vaginal fingering, edging, bodily fluids used in art, squirting, lowkey strip tease?, cucking as in, he's watching her masturbate idk if that's right lol, cunnilingus, pussy job, piv, some kind of exhibitionism, u will get it LMAO, this is without feelings, what if i kms, this is weird and lowkey gross and for meee

Note:

professor rafayel is lowkey insane and i need him in my guts thanks

Nobody truly knows what Art is for them. Many simply tell the normal and usual response.

“Art is an expression, some sort of communication.” “It’s entirely subjective.” “Everyone has their own interpretation of its meaning.” “The artist had an idea, a feeling and put it onto the canvas for us to understand.” “It’s the technique that matters.”

Nothing out of the ordinary, standard words for people to repeat without putting much thought into Art itself. Not you, though. To you, Art is something out of this world, something that sends shivers down your spine, making your heart beat, your blood rush, your head spin; something that excites you to the core. It’s reverence, it’s worship, it’s lust.

Maybe because of this difference in views, you can’t help but be bored to death at every single of your lectures. The professors, failed artists in your eyes, droning on about the techniques and how to use tools to use your skills to the fullest. Nothing but empty words when the right feeling is missing, when Art is missing.

That’s why you had pretty low expectations for your newest lecture. The professor is allegedly a famous artist, teaching just for some time, exclusively. Not that you care, most artists aren’t more than people with nimble fingers and connections.

At first, you did try to get into their world, to get to know all the different artists and their styles, what made them special, what made them stand out. But every time you stood in front of a painting, you felt… nothing. None of all these pretty decorations evoked anything in you, and soon boredom turned into frustration. Your dream was to belong, to have your own work join their ranks. But after disappointment after disappointment, you could not even think about your silly dream. Was it truly worth risking your beliefs just to fit in? To strip everything that makes art Art for you just to make it pleasing for all of these people with nothing but time and money? This realization made you turn your back on the world of artists, diving into your own Art, ignoring all possible repercussions of your intentional ignorance.

So, the professor at the front of the room is a complete stranger to you, but you do notice the reach of his fame, as the whispers stack on top of each other, getting louder with each student entering. You simply ignore the fawning and take a seat in a place where you can just not pay attention. Because the only reason you’re here is for the credits. And this new professor isn’t going to change your opinion about their type of art just with his senseless blabbering, probably filled with praise towards himself.

Still, you try to at least act as if you’re interested in what he’s saying, just until he’s not paying as much attention towards his audience anymore. You set your eyes towards him, and you freeze. Purple hair, soft as clouds above the setting sun, a gentle face, smooth and akin to beautiful marble. But what really gets your insides in a turmoil are his eyes. The way they shine when the light hits them, and the coldness hiding underneath all that radiance. Eyes that belong to someone with a certain touch, something similar to you, yet entirely different.

Your heartbeat rises, your lips curling ever so slightly. Oh, how much you desire to see a single work of his, to see if it could change your world. And so, despite your initial rejection, you begin to pay attention to what he says. Careful, one might even think calculated. Every word leaving his lips is akin to a script, something Rafayel, as he introduced himself as, is simply saying to please the masses. But you know, you know the way he’s speaking is different, the way his body coordinates so flawlessly with his words, but there’s always something off, and you know. Words which seem so pliant and meaningless, sprinkled with what he truly wants to express, hidden for anyone to see. And you were hanging on his lips, piecing everything into rough patches in your mind, out of order, nonsensical, but something.

Until he finally reveals one of his paintings, as part of the impending discussion. The moment your eyes lay on the canvas, the way the colors flow into each other, you gasp silently. The emotions seeping out of every brushstroke are caressing your skin, flowing into your veins, tickling the deepest part of you. The painting is filled with desire so intricate, so deep, you grin with excitement, pure unadulterated excitement, throbbing and twitching.

With this, you knew that Professor Rafayel is just like you, that his kind of Art is filled with the same meaning as yours does. A buzz is filling your brain, one stemming from all the possibilities, all the Art you can create under his tutelage; together with him.

The bubbling under your skin does not abate even after the lecture is over, your eyes never leaving him out of your sight, drinking him in, every single motion, every single word. You take everything, and you thirst for more.

That’s why you straighten yourself out, making sure that you look the right balance between amazed, worried and meek, hiding all your hunger away, before you make your way to his desk.

“Good morning, Professor Rafayel. Uhm, I love your art, the way the colors interlink and create this atmosphere, it’s amazing! Uh, what I wanted to say is, that I’m worried– worried that I might not do good work in this class. Do– Would you mind if I showed you my progress occasionally? Maybe give me some pointers?”

His eyes briefly glance over your face, and you barely hide a shiver, feeling your heart beat loudly in your ears. It’s obvious that Rafayel is a genius, and you don’t doubt he has seen through your empty compliment, but as most people sound the same, you’re not worried that he will call you out. Rather, it will strengthen your facade, making him believe that you’re truly as clueless as you make yourself out to be. So, you nibble at your lower lip and furrow your eyebrows ever so slightly, not too much, but just enough for it to look like a subconscious action.

“Alright, you can do so during my office hours,” he finally responds, scrawling all the information you need on a piece of paper and handing it to you.

Thanking him profusely, you leave the lecture hall, and the moment you step out, a grin breaks over your face, the tip of your tongue gliding over the edges of your teeth. You have finally found something that can satiate you, another person with the same essence as you.

So, without stalling for a single second, the moment the door to his office unlocks, you’re already carrying your painting with much care into the room, and give him a smile the moment your eyes meet. With a simple flick of the wrist, he shows you where you can set the canvas for the upcoming analysis.

The painting is one of the lighter ones. The real motive hidden behind the swirling colors of the waves, entering and leaving a cave, gushing. If one knew how to look, they would uncover the yearning, or rather, the desire behind each brushstroke. This painting got created with a mix of oil and water, highlighting the insinuation for those who get it. Normal paint, not the ones you mix specifically at home. No, those mixtures are used for that kind of painting you had yet to show. You first have to make sure that your intuition has not lied to you about Rafayel.

The artist has positioned himself in front of the canvas at the perfect distance and you watch as his eyes glide over every single decision of yours. Chaotic strokes and a use of paints that could only be called unrefined in the eyes of those who seek perfection. But every single one of these was a rational decision, every single one shows the heights you’re willing to reach, ignoring all that is natural and accepted.

You don’t know how long it takes, because you’re simply staring at him, watching every single reaction, down to the tiniest twitch. And then he faces you, a small smile playing around his plush lips.

“Interesting work. The emotional resonance could be stronger, though. Do you mix your own paints?” he cocks his head, his eyes wandering over your face, almost like it’s the first time he’s truly seeing you, like you weren’t even worth noticing before.

And now you are. You nod. Not trusting yourself to speak, as the depth of his eyes is revealed before you, their intensity not only shining through, but outright swallowing everything else. All of this makes your blood hot and you bite on your lower lip to suppress an inappropriately excited grin.

“Good. Next time, bring me one of those paintings. That’s when we can truly start with Art, yeah?”

A shiver runs down to your spine and you feel your lungs collapse, breathlessness wracking your body as you feel heat throughout your body. Before your reaction becomes too obvious, you thank him, giddiness tainting your voice, before you leave with your painting.

There’s barely enough time to stumble to the next bathroom, locking yourself into the cramped space, before you begin to pant, moans stuck in your throat. Before you know it, your belongings already strewn across the ground, your hand has dipped into your pants. Quickly, your fingers touch your throbbing clit, strokes after strokes after strokes, in circles, with more and less pressure, akin to how a painting is made. Slowly, they drag towards your slit, warm and wet, a cave yet to be filled, the waves yet to crash.

But instead of using your fingers to enter, you simply let the pads tease your entrance, and you shiver and clench. The aching hole, needy, bothered, yearning to be filled, an emptiness evoking nothing but inspiration. Your very own muse. One that cannot be taken away from you, ever. Your body tenses when your fingertips return to your clit, touch too feathery for your liking, but this lack of satisfaction makes you lightheaded, and you feel yourself climbing, climbing, one step and you’re going to–

With the last shreds of self control, you jerk your fingers away from your hot bud, your insides hollow and craving. Not yet, you’re only going to give yourself the heights of pleasure once you finish a painting that will make him look at you, truly look and see you.

A shaky sigh, before you fix your rumpled appearance and collect your scattered things. With the unsatedness settling in your body, you rush back to your atelier, inspiration fueled once again.

Once there, you grab your palette, dried colors flaking off of the surface. What you want, need, to show him should not be any old art of yours, no, it should be proper Art, the exact one Professor Rafayel is seeking.

There are uncountable tubes of paint sitting each in their own corner, but for this painting, you shall not use any normal paint. A stack of cans is hidden in a cabinet, each color painstakingly collected, wrung out, until mixing each component brought you these colors. Their consistency and shimmer something one could only replicate if they shared the same sentiment as yours. And of course, a small container, barely as big as your little finger, and its content even smaller. This truly is something that only exists for you, only imitations are possible, but perfect copies never. Unless you allow them to. But it has been ages since you have been attracted to another artist.

A thought creeps up at this, and you lick your lips. Maybe, if everything works out with Professor Rafayel, he might get a bit, and you might get another component for your colors. You wonder how that one might affect your painting.

For now, you set the small container away, it’s the last step to finish the painting, and then you turn towards the open white space of the canvas, and you remember how you felt earlier, how it felt to rise, rise, rise, only to plummet into nothingness. You let these feelings flow into the paint brush and you move, guided by your reverence, by your lust, towards Art.

The colors mix and flow, gush and squirt. Pushing and pulling, hitting the right areas, over and over again, getting the perfect angle with every stroke. Letting the tip caress and touch and love. Moving in circles, in patterns, pressure against the hot spot at the right time, and it drops and drips.

Heaving, panting, hot and feeling sticky, you finally take the small container combined with the smallest brush in your arsenal. You press your tongue against your teeth as you slowly spread the fluid where you need it to be, where it would have the most effect on your painting.

Only after the finishing touches do you unravel, feeling the high of Art, of this painting, penetrating you, making your insides squirm with want and desire. You throw your head back slightly and you moan, letting this feeling overtake you. This is what true satisfaction feels like, and it would reach new heights once you show this piece to Professor Rafayel, once you experience his reaction to it.

You let your piece dry, as there’s still time until you can visit him again. So, all you do until then is attend lectures as you have been, keeping the tension in you going and going, never letting it snap or slip away. Even if you were pretty close to losing control when Professor Rafayel made intense eye contact during one of his talks about the emotions and the way they manifest in art. Something about the way he looked at you made you clench and swallow.

And when he beckons you to talk to him after class is over, you feel your blood heat up with excitement, rushing to your head.

“How can I help you, Professor?”

Without a preamble, he gives you a slightly crumpled piece of paper. “Let’s change locations for the next meeting. I think it would be more ideal to do so. Do you mind?”

You shake your hand and glance at the address written.

“Good. See you then.”

His back is already facing you before you could say goodbye, but you don’t mind, your mind is too preoccupied with the fact that he wants to avoid meeting on campus. You knew your intuition about him was right.

With a grin splitting your face, you make your way home to grab your latest painting, before you input the address into your phone.

You have no idea how long it took you to get there, but standing in front of the gate closing off the huge mansion rips you out of your excitement-induced trance. This eerily looks like a home rather than just an atelier, just some place. Your ribs tingle and you hum. This is getting better with every step. You barely remember to ring the bell, your insides twitching and nudging, and all you want to do is grab him and show him what you’re capable of.

The gate swings open and you step through, feet almost silent on the soft rock leading you to the entrance of the mansion. You take a breath before entering with a knock.

“Professor?” You look around, trying to find the atelier in this huge place.

“Drop that, we’re not in university, right now, we’re just two artists,” his voice sounds behind you and you twitch in surprise and turn around to face him.

His words, coupled with his baring shirt and flushed face, make you unable to speak, suddenly stunned. Rafayel looks like he has been painting passionately and this, coupled with the removal of the societal barrier between you, make you lightheaded, your blood rushing into your fingertips, into your core, and weirdly enough, over your nape. You can only nod, clutching the canvas desperately.

He glances at your hidden work and cocks his head to make you follow him. And he leads you into his spacious atelier, paint and brushes, marble and chisels, a controlled chaos. You can’t help but stop to stare at some of his unfinished works, bare bones, but enough to light something in you, to make you yearn for something so far away, seemingly forever out of reach. His works are simply on another different level, out of your world, you can barely imagine how he might have achieved this.

“Hey, you can put it on this one,” he calls out to you, pointing towards a free easel.

A couple quick steps and you have caught up to him, and you put your painting where he has shown you, removing the covering at the same time. You notice the cloth covering the ground, but who are you to understand the whims of a genius artist.

You put some distance so he can have proper space to see your work while you watch him. Watch him scrutinize your work, analysing every single brushstroke, every single color combination. Like a lot of your paintings, it looks like a simple one, until you dare to dive deeper. This one shows the waves crash against an impossible cliff, trying to reach the edge but failing with each wave, with each push. To you, it’s obvious what your intent is, but you hope it’s clear to another person, to him.

There’s the tiniest clench in his jaw and you keep your eyes on him, wide and expectant, you’re not even trying to put on a mask anymore, it’s too late for that anyway. Soon after that miniscule reaction, he turns his head to face you, eyebrows ever so slightly furrows.

“This is excellent work. Truly, the repression is visually and emotionally resonant, making the viewer feel stifled as they’re failing to reach the climax. But say, how did you produce this?”

With a long stride, he’s letting his fingertips swipe ever so slightly over one of the parts you have coated in your very own mixture. And you almost whimper when you see him smell and lick it off his skin. All while holding eye contact with you.

“Why don’t you show me? Hm?”

You release the air out of your lungs, a little raspy, bordering between a giggle and a moan, and roll your shoulders and neck. Then, you make eye contact with him, as you let your fingertips wander over your throat and collarbones, drawing the line of your chest, splayed across the peak, before your palm beets your tummy, closer to the waistband of your pants.

Playing with the button, you ask him with heavy eyelids: “How much do you want to see?”

While you have been putting up this act, Rafayel has made himself comfortable on the closest couch. Positioned like it was his plan all along. From his seat, he cocks his head, fingers tapping slightly tapping against his temple, his body unrestrained, smooth and laidback, draped over the armrest, legs spread apart.

“Everything. Impress me.”

At his words, you hum, a suppressed moan in disguise, as you feel your insides twist and tense, yearning. With a flick you unbutton your pants and grab the zipper, slowly dragging it down, click by clack, his eyes watching your every move.

Without hesitation, you simply let your pants drop to the floor with a little shimmy of your hips. And maybe you did draw your motions out a little bit, just to see how his eyes follow each sway. Your pants out of the way, you lower yourself to the ground, legs apart to for him to see your still covered cunt and the wet spot on your underwear.

“Usually, I have something to collect it, but I suppose that won’t be necessary today, hm? This is but a demonstration. So, maybe a little censorship would make sense, don’t you agree?”

You watch as his eyebrows furrow, realization dawning upon him, as your fingers find your clit, pressing on your throbbing bud with the cloth still inbetween. A moan slips between your lips as you stroke it, drawing patterns on it, a piece in progress, swiping and flicking, controlled in a way a painter’s brush flows over the canvas. A calculated mess. The pressure sinking and rising, the angles changing, the position gliding. You know what your body needs, but to you, it matters more to satisfy the voices demanding for more and more Art. And the Art in this current situation is simple: A Show.

So, you follow the stream of one, building the tension more and more, hitting every spot that sends electricity down your nerves, until you’re about to reach the climax, only to stop, a cliff, the depression, tension dropping. Your moans turn into whines, even if you’re the one doing this to yourself, letting yourself hang in suspension. His eyes feel hot against your skin as he takes you in, takes every motion, every twitch of your hips, every drop dripping onto the whiteness underneath you. And you grin, tongue against the edge of your teeth, when you notice the strain in his pants. The effect of your Show, of your Art on him makes you clench around nothing, feeling yourself getting worked up without even touching yourself again.

After the little pause, you resume, fingertips stroking over your hot bud towards your slit, and you tease your aching hole with slow motions. You catch his eyes for a moment and you let your eyelashes flutter as you moan, deliberately making it sound close to his name, but not quite enough. With each dip of your fingers, with each caress, you feel your insides tighten, electricity tingling between your nervendings. Until with a certain flick, a finishing brush, you unravel, twitching and moaning, a resolution fit for the finishing act.

Panting, you put your hands behind you to support you, and you cock your head at him with a grin.

“Does that answer your inquiry? I doubt you could replicate it, though, unless you have me,” you raise your hand and stretch it towards him, and from your perspective it looks like he’s sitting on your palm.

“The Art we could create together, just imagining the possibilities inspires me again.” You close your eyes as you shiver slightly.

A shuffle, steps, and then Rafayel is crouching in front of you, taking your hand to kiss the tips of your fingers, his tongue licking the wetness clinging to them. With dark eyes he looks to you and smiles. A smile filled with something calculating and sinister, and your grin broadens as you give him the same look back, eyes wide and excited at the words he speaks next.

“With pleasure.”

With these words, his knees hit the ground and he crowds your space immediately. His breath mingles with yours, but he immediately pushes your torso to the ground, before he makes himself comfortable between your thighs, his hot breath now cooling the wet cloth of your underwear.

“Let’s make Art,” he murmurs as he completely removes your panties, throwing them aside.

Not allowing you a moment to register what he’s planning, his mouth is already on you, tongue running once over your sticky folds, and his groan vibrates against you as he tastes you. Swiftly, he latches onto your clit, sucking and licking, teasing the throbbing, still sensitive bud with each move. His hands grab your thighs, holding you in place as your hips buck in reflex, yearning for the new sensation. For some time, all he does is let his tongue glide over your clit over and over again, enjoying the way your body tenses with each stroke. There’s a meticulousness to his lapping, a precision one only wields when holding a brush. And it seems that you have turned into a part of his canvas.

His control leads to your climax being delayed over and over again, every time you feel close to the edge, he pulls away, almost like he’s observing you, thinking over his next steps, how he wants to finish this piece. And you don’t know what he wishes to achieve but you’re willing to do anything for Art. So, you moan his name and tense over his tongue over and over again, feeling yourself drip and gush. Until he finally allows you to reach the edge of the canvas, one last stroke and it’s done, you unravel and out of your frays Art is made.

Your body limp on the ground and you barely look up as you hear the sound of the zippers, seeing him pull his pants just enough down to reveal his hardened length, pre dripping from the tip. His hands grab your hip, fingertips carefully digging into your flesh, as Rafayel pulls you closer to him, hip to hip, his cock pressing against your clit, and you whimper at the sensation.

“Before the real mixing starts, we gotta have all the necessary materials, don’t you think?” he murmurs before he begins to jerk his hips.

His silky tip presses against your throbbing clit, and the rest of him follows as he lets his length slide through your folds, carefully avoiding your wet slit, the one clenching with every time he moves his cock through you. His veins rub against your heat and you moan, his suppressed groans growing with each slide, twitching against you. You can’t help but grind your hips against his, trying to get more pressure, more of him. With each move, you feel your insides tense up, his length slick with your wetness, gliding and pressing against your aching bud. The way your sexes rub together, the noise, the slickness feels like that sort of Art where every viewer gets to participate, gets to feel what has been felt before. And before you knew it, you were watching him cum, splattering onto the white cloth, mixing with your earlier demonstration. Just seeing him twitch and the way his spend is pumping out, feeling its heat against your skin, makes the tension snap in you, just barely.

“Hng… perfect… now, the climax of this piece,” he rasps against your skin, eyes hovering over your face.

You barely have time to grasp his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself some way, before you feel it. His tip slowly pushing into your entrance, spreading you apart bit by bit. Filling the aching void you have always left behind, the one always spurring your inspiration. The very one now getting replaced by another kind of pleasure, another kind of Art. You moan his name, clenching around him the moment he has filled you to the hilt, your hip against his, grinding, rubbing, slick and wet, and pure Art.

For a moment, everything stands still, the rapture of attention, the discovery of something so innate to life and what it means to create. Until his hips move, pulling out of you, slowly, drawing out like a brush following a measured line. And then he pushes into you again, angling your hips to hit that sensitive spot inside you, to get you messy and babbling underneath his touch. That’s how Art should affect people, turning their minds into a chaos, incomprehensible yet swirling you to the core.

Groans slipping from his lips mix with whimpers of your own as Rafayel finds a pace that satisfies you both, steady, careful, yet filled with conviction and decisiveness with which one would wield a pen to paper. His fingers find your clit and they add more pressure, more sensation, more texture and feelings, and you suddenly burst at the seams, sparks and colors filling your vision as you spasm and clench around him.

The way you tighten around him leads to his own climax, but he pulls out of you before he fills you with his heat, a decision you’re slowly beginning to understand.

Because as you pant and try to recover, you notice how the once white sheet has turned into different colors. With a surprised noise you support yourself on your elbows and take a closer look.

“Do you like it? The colors react to acidity and basicity making them appear. And see, desire is Art, Art is desire, and together, well, I think we can achieve the pinnacle of Art, yeah?”

You giggle, and even after he has milked you dry, you still feel a twist in your tummy, hot and delicious. “That is how Art is made after all, isn’t it?”

The same white canvas, the one colored with your pure desire, mixing and swirling, is soon exhibited amongst his paintings, your name by his side, a collaboration for all to see, with much more depth than anyone could ever comprehend (but not for you, every time you glance at this piece of Art, you see the outlines of your hips, your legs, the dents of his knees, his colors and yours, and the way they coordinate, mix). As for both of you, Art is Lust, Art is Desire. Something much more than what the common folk acknowledges, it’s something to pour your whole body into, no matter the consequences. So, you will continue to thread this path of Art, no longer alone, no longer with shut eyes, but with excitement and him by your side, discovering more and more ways to turn these feelings into expressions and colors. Showing each other how art is made out of your desire.

[ssruis]

I have a weird and maybe a little bit ooc fanfic idea where it's basically a collection of times that at the beginning of the new school year whenever Rui is too focused on his work to cause trouble and Tsukasa can catch a damn break for once An begins to get on Tsukasa's nerves by breaking the school rules in Very Minor and Insignificant ways. Like wearing her uniform slightly incorrectly. Leaving her piercings in. Speed walking in the hallways. Etc. And whenever Tsukasa tries to approach her about it she pulls this monologue on him (paraphrased)

She does this for like a week or so out of sheer pettiness & the fun of it but stops very soon because 1) She feels bad for making him upset by reminding him he was part of Rui's shenanigans during the first year. He's remorseful enough about it 2) Touya glares at her and it makes her die inside a little bit 3) She feels like she still owes Rui some for the tutoring and that extends to Tsukasa in some way 4) An can hold a mean grudge but she's not a vengeful person by nature so it kinda just stops being fun or satisfying and she goes "wait this is pathetic actually. Why am I doing this". & Then she stops doing this. And Tsukasa is still mildly haunted by the happenings

HELP MEEE THATS SO FUNNY…. Tsukasa is so confused & stressed by this and anytime a reminds him of his past transgressions he does his “augh i have failed as a senior by acting so irresponsibly in the past” thing. An looking at tsukasa doing something akin to his dollfes untrained card over this & shes like ohh he’s kinda pathetic. now i feel bad. Tsukasa very casually asks Toya if something’s going on with An & then the next time she’s in the sekai she walks into the cafe to see Toya sitting at a table with a coffee & he’s like “ah shiraishi… please have a seat 😐☕️” (an remembering all the times Toya has gotten peeved about Akito being a little rude to tsukasa & promptly entering soggy wet cat mode & apologizing) (Toya was literally just going to ask if she was ok).

My one fic idea with An boils down to her asking nene to eat lunch together & nene’s like “tsukasa isn’t here so I’m eating with rui today sorry…” and an (who still feels some semblance of responsibility despite her best efforts & is like oh god tsk isn’t here to corral him he’s gotta be up to something) is like “oh that’s fine I can join you guys :).” & she’s treated to a first hand seat of rui acting like tsukasa has gone off to war. He has no desire to do anything mischievous it’s not fun when tsukasa isn’t there to get mad. She’s watching nene coerce Rui into eating lunch & is internally like wow this is really sad (oblivious to the fact that she does this when kohane is sick and can’t come to practice)… tfw you wanna hang out with that pathetic green thing but she has to take care of her deeply over dramatic purple clown friend.

[whoreforsplatasha]

Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 5

series contains- *smut, violence, obscene language*

3rd person

current story time:  8:30 am

Jinx slipped her circular goggles on and blasted her speakers full volume; she began working on her 'butterfly bombs' and took her abstracted screwdriver and dissembled some parts of it. Jinx bobbed her head at the music 'get jinxed' and  continued her creation when Silco entered her room.

"jinx" he called, she didn’t hear him and continued to work on her gold like butterfly bombs. "JINX" he repeated himself starting to lose patience, even after shouting, jinx still didn't hear him over the loud music. "JINX!" he yelled and smashed her music player with his fist angrily; "that's meee" she spun around smiling.

Silco sighed and massaged his temples. "I need you to collect some cargo from an airship in Piltover for me" "is sevika coming?" silco hesitated, "yes she w-" "i'm good" jinx replied a little too quickly. "jinx i need you to do this mission for me" jinx stayed silent. "you’re the only one i can trust to carry this out" again jinx stayed silent. He sighed again, "it would've been a great learning experiencing for you working with someone close to your age" jinx shot up at that statement. "you mean su- uh y/n will be there too?" Jinx asked enthusiastically. "yes i thought it wou-" jinx cut him off, "i'll go, what time do we leave?" Silco stood there shocked for a few seconds questioning himself of jinx's sudden agreement. "9 o' clock" jinx nodded and shooed him out.  Still processing what had just occurred Silco went back to his office to make arrangements for their mission.

                                                                                         . . .

your pov

9:29 am

"y/n you and jinx will guard the cargo on the right and I’ll make sure everything else runs smoothly" I nodded and hurried down the mini staircase leading to the bottom of the ship. I ignited my lamp and used my eyes to scan the room for any sign of possible threats. I heard whispering and the hairs on my arm stood up, I gulped. "jinx? is that you?" I took a step forward when I felt something brush my back; I shrieked. "heya sugar" I let out a breath of relief "what the hell" "did i scare you?" she pouted. "you’re so annoying" I rolled my eyes. "hm that's funny, then why do you always check me out whenever I see you?" I blushed and caught myself checking her out again. She smirked, "n-no i don't check you out ha you wish" she softly smiled. "maybe i do sugar" she walked closer, towering over me. My insides started heating up and my cheeks went red. She leaned in and so did I, now our lips were less than an inch apart. "but if you think i'm annoying i'll stop bothering you" (your fav cock blocker ;)

what the actual fuck, does she like me or not? oh no.. i think i'm falling for jinx. this makes everything so much harder

"firelights! they're here!" one of our men shouted. Jinx grabbed me and pulled me to the back of the piles of crates. She blew my lamp out and jumped effortlessly on her lift (the thing she rides on in this scene) we heard gunshots go off followed by a weird crystallization sound. Two firelights came down to where we were, holding a torch "oh no she's here" one of them said fearfully.

damn she really does have a reputation huh?

The firelight holding the torch threw it on the ground revealing the swing jinx had previously pushed with the marking BOOM underneath it. Jinx hung upside down and let the lift carry her between them while sneakily attaching 6 bombs, 3 on each. Seconds later an explosion was heard and purple smoke erupted from the trap door. I followed jinx out and she took a few steps out of the smoke. She blew her bangs out of her face, crossed her arms and put on the most innocent looking face, "hi"

jinx's pov

I caught the two bombs y/n threw and extracted both pins with my teeth, I threw them at the onlooking firelights and used my handgun to take out the rest. I saw y/n successfully shoot and kill a couple firelights, I smiled and continued taking them down. I saw the leader of the firelights pouring some sort of flammable liquid over the shimmer shipment and a masked guy ready to ignite it. I quickly ran up to him, knocked his mask off and grabbed his wrist. But it wasn't a guy.. it was girl..with pink hair.

Images and memories started flooding my head, "vi?" I was relieved that my sister was alive until I heard the voices from that day. "I can't lose you" "why did you leave me?" "because you're a jinx" my expression changed from shocked to hatred. The girl look at me confused and used my shocked expression as an opportunity to ignite the flames setting the cargo on fire. She then struggled to get out of my grip, I let her go then shot her before she could get far. "no!" I heard a voice shout, I stood there panting when I saw the leader heading towards me. I took out my minigun and began firing aimlessly accidentally shooting my crew.

your pov

I saw a few firelights headed for me so I took my own gun and shot them. Some I dodged others I attacked; I was looking for jinx when I observed her just standing there gripping unto someone's wrist, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She eventually shot them after the damage had already been done. Silco is going to kill her.

"you should've seen it, she fired on us" sevika complained. "they're always mishaps in a battle, the firelights were her target and most are dead" silco excused. 

i- is this bitch fr. 

 "it wasn't a mishap she froze up and lost her shit, i could've handled those brats. she's a problem and we all know it" "we?" he turned his chair so it faced us. "who's we?" sevika stayed silent. "i expected more from you than void excuses, it was your job to make sure things went smoothly; you failed me" he looked at me "don't fail me again" sevika grunted and left with me following quickly behind her.

he kept making excuses for her, she's his weakness but i can't hurt her i don't want too. but it's the only way my mother's love or her's.

[jerktournament]

ROUND ONE - Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa) VS Yesod (Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina)

(The contestant image for Yesod is from Lobotomy Corporation, but this entry is for both renditions of the character.)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

BYAKUYA: "- His title is literally, get this, "ultimate affluent progeny" - Fucking look at him /hj - Treats everyone as inferior in every way, even when they're trying to solve a murder he goes "how did YOUUU figure this out before MEEE???? >:0" - Constantly has an "Me vs. Them" mentality about everything so he feels the need to prove himself to be superior - Messes with crime scenes because it would "make them more interesting" (purposefully incriminating someone else, who he didn't like) Actual quotes by him - "I'm only here to get breakfast. I have neither need nor desire to talk to you. Now withdraw." - "You're like a child lost in the woods, you know that? A total waste of space." - "You know, I still just can't believe it... That an uneducated, brain-dead, useless piece of garbage like you has survived this long." - "You have only yourself to blame—you came to me with your tragic little story. I didn't ask you to. This is the real world, not some romantic fantasy fairytale.""

YESOD: "AAHGH HOW DO I EVEN BEGIN TTHERE'S JUST. yesod. probably spoilers here but when you first meet him in Lobotomy Corporation I think one of the earliest things he does is make a jab at your fashion sense even though it's universally agreed by new players that his outfit is a disaster (although he dresses like that for fear of contamination and his Trauma!). He's cold to mostly everyone and is very strict, rules-following kind of guy, and people often see him as emotionless and heartless, coming up with the nickname "The Viper" for him as a result of that! BUT!!! BUT!!!! LISTEN EVEN IF HE'S MEAN. EVEN IF HE'S COLD. HE'S LIKE THIS BECAUSE HE HAS TO BE!!! He has so much unresolved trauma in his past of getting too close with am employee and befriending them and losing them because he wasn't strict enough on safety regulations and let them off with a pass because they were friends. AND NOW HE'S CLOSED AND WITHDRAWN AND OBSESSIVE OVER SAFETY PROTOCOL BECAUSE HE'S SCARED AND HE REALLY REALLY DOES CARE ABOUT HIS EMPLOYEES!!! It's hinted that he doesn't like the nickname Viper but he accepts it because it makes him out to be the respected person he wants to be!!!! He praises the real AI of the corporation, Angela, for being cold and emotionless(which is ANOTHER bag of repressed trauma worms) and wishes he could feel nothing like her because HE FEELS TOO MUCH!!! I LOVE HIM SO DEARLY MI AMOR!!! And AND in the second game he's healed a little bit and is still a little mean but the first thing he does THE VERY FIRST THING HE DOES to the protagonist is walk up to him wordlessly and reach up to fix his tie. I'm normal about him. Also he's short. Short people closer to hell or whatever. IDK he's purple ok? :3 Even if he loses IT'S A TESTAMENT TO HIS GROWTH I'M PROUD OF YOU YESOD!!!!!!"

[immessingaround]

i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.

pete the cat

leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album

doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)

garfield

polo shirts

jennifer Lawrence

ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream

also preachers daughter by ethel cain

chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea

the cat emojis😸😹😺😻😼🐱😽😾😿🙀

saw iii angel trap

baggy black jeans

eyebrow slit

my old black lace up boots

ada wong microwave edits

ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...

people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce

gardettos

poetry i relate to

wham! last christmas pudding mix

considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)

christmas (ofc)

80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)

sad brokeback mountain edits

angel/religious imagery, iconography, references

alvin (and the chipmunks)

spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"

trail mix

children of men last 40-45 mins specifically

tajin watermelon/peach rings

ikea model hand 🖕

pinterest

fuzzy socks

bti cg

ghostbusters

life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"

classic movies

when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmao😭)

caramel coldbrew m&ms

(green) mechanical pencils

santa alter ego

mr x thomas the train mod in re2

weird/unique compliments

wearing jewelry

bolos or ties

my green skull necklace ilyyy

elektra from marvel (comics)

my handwriting idc if its messy

"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta

"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta

pretending im a man

"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"

songs that begin like other songs but arent that song

12 am bathroom concerts

ppl who look unique

uno +4 cards

hawaiian shirts

(organized) clutter

bjork

keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)

messing around in big stores

whole lotta red christmas ver.

baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)

we are the people by empire of the sun

mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHH😩

a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke

updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"

we cry together clean ver.

being a lesbian so glad i dont like men

"walmart version of justin bieber"

grey spelled w an e

"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos

pretending im not living my own life

ornate things

going through old closet/junk

laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)

making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios

pajama pants

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"

johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)

leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits

temp tattoos

roller skating

gorey/grotesque drawings

goretober

jar of flies by aic

pitbull mr worldwide mr 305

kevin gates ethical freak concert

jane from breaking bad

harris/chares my snake

painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish ty😫

hash browns

mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)

smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued

eyeliner in my waterline

fake fruit in stores

deep red roses

george harrison

mix matched socks

coconut/lavender smells

coffee flavored things

soggy purple grapes

cashews

funky eyeshadow colors and palettes

my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)

cherry flavored things

drawing on a mustache

turquoise and silver jewelry

samples in stores

physical touch (never get any😼)

purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)

gingerbread smells

my gta character

keyboard spam

smelling candles in stores ofc

carmex chapstick

immessingaround@myyahoo.com

gum / altoids (the pink ones)

silver jewelry/rings

last.fm

pineapple flavored things

mascara on bottom lashes

brownies

doawk

being a cowboy ig

no doubt

"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"

"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio

my celeb crushes

scooby doo characters

drawing crude cat drawings

catch me if you can

nacho from better call saul

chicken taquitos

aloe vera gel

i am mclovin☝️

these emoji combos: 🤠🔫, 🎅👍, 😹🫵

hoop earrings

commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard

q tips

drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)

hair clips

xiuxiu

sky lights

fargo movie woodchipper scene

spotify obvi

[mikascreations]

so uh. i made fanmade lyrics for GROOVAHOLIC. here are they: (pink for both, purple for dom, orange for valk, sorry for any mistakes in coloring, not my fault tho)

After your crazy party - I'm feeling a bit woozy Can't get myself to stand up right, no control aint gon work Those drinks of yours mustve been magical cuz it's so spicy Call me a taxi car now and hope he'd been elsewhere yeaahh

To the beat my body shakes, trembling every second My drink was not some normal water cuz thats a whole new level of taste If I were to take many I'd fall on the floor Make it make some damn sense to me cuz this shit aint for meee~

I feel sick to the stomach cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Double-vision, throw it away, makes you go wild for hours Take me to a go-lucky disco cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Those gears of ours, they'll be worse, but all that's best, is the trip~

On your way back home (on your way back home) You were absolutely reckless! (you were absolutely reckless, damn! slow down!) Your movement unstable (your movement unstable) Cuz your drive was weakened by the second and bam-badda wheres your car now?

Woahhh- After your crazy party - I'm feeling a bit woozy Can't get myself to stand up right, no control aint gon work Those drinks of yours mustve been magical cuz it's so spicy Call me a taxi car now and hope he'd been elsewhere yeaahh

This feeling of the music controlling you's a pretty unique one This feeling feels like I have two left hands and it ain't a good one That time you got a bit lost on the wheels we've been so worried and That time your car went far away you've never come back

I feel sick to the stomach cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Double-vision, throw it away, makes you go wild for hours Take me to a go-lucky disco cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Those gears of ours, they'll be worse, but all that's best, is the trip~

Hey, it's been months, and yet you've been inactive on the g-chat

Hey, what're you up to right now, another party seems real nice, right? On your way back home (on your way back home) You were absolutely reckless! (you were absolutely reckless, damn! slow down!) Your movement unstable (your movement unstable) Cuz your drive was weakened by the second and bam-badda wheres your car now?

After your crazy party - I'm feeling a bit woozy Can't get myself to stand up right, no control aint gon work Those drinks of yours mustve been magical cuz it's so spicy Call me a taxi car now and hope he'd been elsewhere now roll it again

After your crazy party - I'm feeling a bit woozy Can't get myself to stand up right, no control aint gon work Those drinks of yours mustve been magical cuz it's so spicy Call me a taxi car now and hope he'd been elsewhere yeaahh

I feel sick to the stomach cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Double-vision, throw it away, makes you go wild for hours Take me to a go-lucky disco cuz I'm one, a GROOVAHOLIC Those gears of ours, they'll be worse, but all that's best, is the trip~

i know theres a lot of repeating but bear it with me

i like to think the origin of the song in universe stemmed from the fact that at the time they were making the song, there were a lot of drunk driving accidents and one of them included one of Dom's friends so in order to have it on the radio they didn't directly talk about alcohol but they implied it, it seems like it'd be one of those songs you'd listen to as a kid and then only when you grow up learn the meaning of

go sing along with the song if you want! https://youtu.be/TSMIcBthoOU?feature=shared

[virtualcoffeemoon]

hiii love!!

it's me, hi (✨️i'm the problem it's meee✨️)

and i want to ask you some little questions too!!!

☆ do you have a favourite flower? (doesn't have to be very specific or anything at all, just answer how it feels right! :))

☆ the sun, the moon or the stars?

☆ how long have you been on tumblr?

☆ what's your favourite colour? or some colours you like?

☆ what is a taylor song you really indentify with? or one that means a lot to you? <3

i love you already, i'm so happy we're moots now! <3

Hiii!!!!! It's so nice seeing you here <3

for the flower I really love delphinium, borage and peony's!

the stars because they are so many and they each have their own thing

I joined march 4th of this year! so I'm pretty new

lilac and periwinkle blue is really nice but I love cool, pastel purples!

I was on a 12 hour flight to visit distant family and I wasn't big into music at the time but I knew taylor so I searched up midnights and that's how I found yoyok! I memorized the lyrics after 3 listens and that's also how I became a swiftie! also on this flight I saw vigilante shit and as a fanfiction reader I was obligated to listen to it lol

You're soooo sweet! No wonder everybody knew you! <333

( also I'm expecting u answer all the questions u asked me)

[missamyrisa2]

That answer didn't make me want to tap that belt less 😏 now. I might have to give Miss Amy ticklejobs, too, while the taps fill your ears. How many taps to get Amy to gigglecum. Let's do a few dozen and see what the average is at the end. Also, you're going to have to read the report on how you respond to ticklish taps while I tickle under the royal head with a soft purple feather. If you mess up a line, you have to restart the sentence 😁

That's mmmmmh~~!! Did I mention the MMMMHH factor?~~ you just need to huuuussshhh because you sooo don't want to tap the flower and you just need to stopppp talking about it because quite honestly just you sayyyying it is killing meeee like rapid meltdown process executed for this sillllly thing named Amyyy~~

I wish I could just y'know pretend you didn't say ticklejobs because mmmmy goosh you knoow they wreck me under normal circumstances like I always sayyy sure give me a handjob but ummmh just be prepared to have to hold me down because I can't take that teasy affection and it doesn't matter how you do it, that touch is always going to be teasy affection on meee~!! It's sooo cruel that the flower sits so snug on the beltttt I can't shake it awayyy and mmmh not the royal head featherrring it's like a tiny soft magic wand trembling there like fuzzy buzzies barely moving the slowest of slow motion taunting teases that are gonna make my princess part wayyyy tooo swollen and bothered~! You're bothering me up you bulllyyyy~~ I can't read thissss report it has tickle words and tapssss just mmmh you are sooo mean and evil!!~~

(and I love you omg~)

[comebackali]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

Tagged by: @ladyculebras 😘

Last Song: angry too by lola blanc

Favorite Color: i've always said aquamarine but lately i've been thinking maybe it's purple

she's just so pretty

Last Book: just finished Jedi Quest The Moment of Truth. what a doozy.

Last Movie: okay let's see last up for ewan watch was "Son of a Gun", which was... weird. but like, dick grayson. also famously what this gif is from so... win, i guess.

(gif via @weaponizedwit)

Last TV Show: smallville baby. 🎶 somebody saaaaaaaaaave meee 🎶 i'm having such a fun time.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet 🍬

Relationship Status:

Last Thing I Googled: star wars tsuyoshi nagano. i mean christ.

Current Obsession: do i even need to say it.

Looking Forward To: my broadway new york trip next month ❤️❤️❤️

Tagging: @knivash, @vaderborn, @bunnywan, @bedlamsbard, @laufire, @incestbughead, @gothicastles, @sugarpsalms, @tunglo

@anyone reading this <3

[the1975attheirverybest]

I see all of your Matty hair opinions and I raise you… purple haired Matty

https://pin.it/4wBqzw5

Now if you have the purple picture it with this style

https://pin.it/1KhhCIH

Literal perfection!

-♥️

HOLY SHIT! THIS + THIS would fuckin END MEEE. COULD YOU IMAGINE?!!! I mean, now I’m deeply curious what possessed him to do the colorful hair, whether it’s the purple, the blue, or the green. I wonder if it was just stages….like doesn’t blue lift kinda green when you’re trying to change it? And then yellow-ish? So maybe he was just gradually fading it out? I just don’t know. It happened out of nowhere and I loveddddd it.

[silversoulsociety]

re: your tags on my team white set; YEAH at some point while making nagi's gif i thought of your nagi sets SBDHDH the purple tones always look so pretty!! his original color scheme would be black but something about purple on him... n e ways glad to know you like it! (@bluelokk) (<- forever admiring your nagi sets)

I didn’t just like it I loved ittttt you’re soo very talented!! And what?😭 I feel so honoured rn that you somehow thought of me while making your nagi set!! Purple on him is truly just 🤌🏻 ajzhhjjhjjjh nvm… i highly appreciate your approach here, means so much to meee <3 *Arigatouuuu!

[sunnychuuya]

Skipping any that r personal info

3. Feb 14th

4. Aquarius

5. I like alot but pastel colors >>> and also purple

6. 3, 4 and 7

7. 2 dogs, a corgi named Clifford and a double doodle named ellie

8. MURICA🤠 (why)

9. 5ft 7 last time I checked

10. 9½

11. ..... 23. 23 pairs of shoes. It's not an addiction i swear-

12. Idk I'm pretty sure it was smth about gojo-

13. Absurd amounts of knowledge on my hyperfixations!! But watercolors and writing

14. Lmao what does this mean

15. *glances at my spotify* uh.. good.. question may I submit 3674 answers? N-no?

16. I don't have a fav I like disney movies but I recently watched suzume it was pretty good

17. someone who loves and respects me also a cosplayer cuz couples cosplay >>> (also preferably taller than me? Prolly won't happen)

18. Idk bro

19. Nah

20. Nope raised an atheist

21. Yes I think 2 times for myself then for my brother like four times

22. Nah thankfully

23. YES I used to be obsessed with descendants and I met China Anne McLain

24. Depends- for getting clean definitely showers but I love baths so much

25. No socks in bed rn

26. No

27. Maybe. It would be cool but then there is also everything else.

28. I like the music I like not rlly picky I listen to alot of kpop and jpop tho

29. No. No desire too either

30. 1-4 and a stuffie on top of the pillow

31. I contort myself horribly during my sleep and also wake up incredibly sore! I've woken up half dangling off the bed more times than I can count

32. It's a good size

33. What's breakfast? [When I remember I like breakfast burritos and my moms chocolate Banana muffins]

34. Bb guns, nerf guns, never a real gun

35. YES AND I LOVE IT SM

36. Asking a writer their favorite word? How dare you.

37. MOTHERFUCKER it's so versatile and just rolls off the tongue!

38. At least 3 days !

39. I have a bunch of little scars all around my body due to clumsiness especially on my hands just little spots

40. No sadly not

41. Yes I can be very good at manipulation too!

42. Kinda

43. It seriously depends some days I can perfectly do an accent and then the next day I sound like I'm on crack but one I'm pretty consistently able to do is a subtle British accent and a southern accent

44. Nope

45. I think alot of accents r rlly cute but especially kr accents idk why I'm pretty sure it's bc of hwang hyunjin cuz I am cringe

46. Mbti? Intp

47. I'm not 100% sure but I think one of my dresses was about 45 bucks. I get most of my stuff from yard sales bc it's simply better

48. Yes! Hot dog and w

49. Innie ofc

50. Right handed but I'm getting better with my left hand so I can have bisexual hands

51. THOSE FUCKING DEMONS ARE TERRIBLE

52. Tacos is my go to

53. Most Asian food is fucking amazing sushi especially tho

54. I feel bad for saying it again but it depends-

55. Something involving the word fuck I'm sure. Or maybe "I'm gonna kms" cuz that's healthy

56. Fuck. I'm sure of that. Its not healthy but it's meee

57. If i just woke up- 45 minutes if it's midday 10

58. I don't think so

59. Suck until it's smaller then u crunch it

60. Yes

61. Absolutely

62. Friends say I am I think I'm decent like 7/10

63. Going blind

64. For ppl I hate yeah but my besties secrets are stored in a safe

65. Bro I have a shit memory you can't ask me this fuck

66. I think both r pretty but I have thick hair that tangles easy so I like to have mine short, long hair is nice to play with though

67. Hell no!

68. Science, except for physics that shit sucks

69. Introvert

70. No it seems fun tho

71. Everything cuz I got that mental illness heh

72. A bit, i can deal with it but it makes me anxious

73. If I can do it without being rude or if it's important yes

74. No.. *sweating and backing into the corner* (yes very much so especially on my sides)

75. Nothing big but some small things I'm sure

76. Babysitting my little brother that's it

77. No

78. No

79. The first person I recognized as a crush was my bff in 2nd grade and it spiraled into a shithole that made me lose him as a friend and get made fun of the whole year

80. 2 just a basic piercing on each ear, but I'm planning on getting second piercings on each ear and a belly button piercing within the next year, and a lip ring on the right in the future

81. I CANT IT MAKES ME ANGRY HOW DO YOU DO IT

82. Very fast but not coherently

83. Not

84. Brown but I've dyed the edges purple before, which faded into a silver green and a different time blue, I wanna do red next

85. Green blue

86. The outside basically. I'm allergic to mothefucking grass. No foods tho!

87. No I am too forgetful to do that I have tried many times and failed many times

88. Dad's a therapist

89. I simply don't understand the question

90. Lowkey got anger issues so alot, but being told to respect people even if they give me none pisses me off alot

91. It's nice but basic I like the name I go by online and my real name

92. I have spent 30+ hrs on baby name sites and only half of my ocs are names

93. Girl cuz seeing my brother grow up he's fucking insane

94. My creative works

95. Used to be too trustful, now it's the opposite

96. My grandpa suggested it to my parents

97. No fucking clue

99. Pink fades to blue

100. Blue grey

it's 3 am if this is incoherent don't blame me @sciionide @nugget-child

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[lady-adeliza]

Bone-Raven-Jones Family Vacation/GrannyHell Karaoke Fic

Posted as “Tu me feras rêver, comme dans les chansons d'été” on Ao3 (title from an ‘80s song)

"MEMORYYYYY! TURN YOUR FAACE TO THE MOOOONLIGHT!"

At long last, the Jones-Bone-Raven family was on the tropical vacation they'd always talked about. Perhaps it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Maisie had a travel dossier. Apparently, she'd kept one for years, lovingly filing photos, sites, and hotel names for all the places she wanted to go in one big scrapbook of idle fantasies. If anyone had told the Maisie of three years ago that she would be hopping on a plane to the tropics with her daughter, son-in-law, two grandsons, and household nuisance-turned-lover, she probably would have laughed in their face--not unkindly, mind you, but she would have laughed. It was preposterous. Yet there they were, standing on the sparse grass at the edge of a white sand beach, thronged about by other tourists, with Grizelda standing on a stage in a hazy purple light, adding her emotional rendition of Grizzabella's ballad to the Club Med's ill-advised karaoke night. (It should be said, in defense of the good people who ran the Club Med, that they had never encountered anyone like Grizelda before. Almost no one had. If she hadn't been there, it might have gone differently, but you can't prepare for every extingency).

"She's terrible," Billy told Charlie, awestruck by the sheer discordance of the sound which was coming out of their grandmother's mouth. It sounded like a dying goose gargling with cherry limeade (and therefore in extra agony).

"I know," Charlie whispered, "but we have to be nice about it. Maisie will kill us if we're not."

He looked over at Maisie, who was gazing up at Grandma Bone with a wistful smile, seeing something none of the rest of them were seeing. Charlie would never quite understand how his once-feuding grandmothers had gotten together, but as little sense as it made, he was glad Maisie was happy.

Their parents walked over, one of their dad's arms around their mum's shoulders. Lyell had picked up a very un-Mr. Pilgrim-like tan, and Amy was wearing a sundress and a shell necklace she'd bought in town.

"Earplugs, boys?" Lyell offered quietly.

"How did you know?"

"I know my mother. She loves to sing, but her voice is something of an acquired taste, and I'm afraid I've never acquired it. Besides, you can never be too prepared when it comes to karaoke. It's a risky sport."

Billy looked quizzical, then started laughing. He was still getting used to his dad's slightly odd brand of humor.

"Are you going to sing anything?" Billy asked.

"Hopefully not; I've not much of a singing voice. Your mother, on the other hand..."

"Is only getting onstage if someone sings with me," Amy said firmly. "If any of you would like to, I will do it, but I'm not going up there alone. Not when so many people want a chance to sing."

"That's no problem, then," Charlie said. "There aren't as many people here anymore. I think Grandma scared a fourth of them away."

"Charlie, you shouldn't speak about your grandmother like that even though you're right," Lyell said. Amy chuckled.

"I think the song's nearly over now."

Sure enough, with a dramatic upthrust of her arms, Grandma Bone was embarking on the final verse. It was absolutely ear-splitting, but there was a beatific smile on her face. Charlie didn't think he'd ever seen her that happy, though she had been smiling more often recently, and more kindly. A lot had changed in the past year, and one thing it had revealed by contrast was just how unhappy she must have been. He was still angry at her for a lot of what she'd done, and he wasn't sure he'd ever fully forgive her for all her efforts to erase his father, but it still felt like a new beginning. Something of one, anyway.

"TOOOUCH MEEE...IT'S so EEEASY to LEEAVE MEEE...all ALONE with my MEMORIES...of my DAYS in the SUNNN...With the dawn comes the meaning of WHAT HAPPINESS IS...for a NEW DAY has begun..."

[theskythatwritesofthisplace]

Waypoint: Odd Timing

While was going right with the plans, something kept tripping up the queen and her duality. Yet they stay composed and spirited. The kingdom was beginning to flourish as people who sought refuge tended to the land itself, and their creatures protecting it. But something was still a miss. The queen had become stone in that time resting peacefully resting. Her duality was in a more active yet confined position.

"Please forgive me beloved but what logical Practical Owl.... THINKS TO SOMMON A WHOLE ENTIRE MAN!?" Yelled Nyx looking over the stranger in her bed. "Well it isn't very nice of him to speak on or to us without response... don't you think?"Quinn gently replied. Nyx gritted her teeth growling beneath them. "I.. was nowhere near ready." Nyx said said losing her anger. Quinn purple eyes glowed understanding her pair stance.

"I don't think we'll break this time. Please take in to account she's been running with her core, just trying to keep going... and he popped up. It was only a matter of time... and heart for him to inquire." Quinn explained. "You run off sight, I run off sound. So why do I hear him looking for me?" She asked with anger growing. "Simple. Rogue, I went with rogue.. We've been just beneath the surface. When she's asleep it's actually you and Melinoe.

A knock on the door stole their focus from the blonde laying in Nyx's bed to see Felix enter saying "Pardon the intrusion, uh my father... along side sparrows are here to discuss the crowning ceremony." They looked to each other agitated but understanding. "Look ill try to get Mesh... she's been ok in her sleep lately... so it might be hard. Watch him... and don't let him out this room Quinn I mean it!" Nyx advised. She quickly left with Felix behind her.

Quinn stayed large chambers with the gentleman still asleep for a few moment. A lot could be said or done in silent moment. For Quinn it was a decent time to sit with her owl. She wondered what new things would come about now that the queen knew her place in things. She gestured Melinoe to hop on her shoulder so she could check on him, but he was gone. Quinn began to panic her eyes glowed white, thus allowing the room to follow suit. The walls from a dark rustic block to a shiny white… And all the betting and furniture from a deep Emerald to a Spring green.

"Ah there you are Blue.." She said to the gentleman hidden behind a chaise chair. He wouldn't move, agitating Quinn. She turned herself deadly, leaving only Melinoe to be seen. He began to peer out hoping to be alone and sort out his mind. But he couldn't...a hunger overtook his mind. "Shouldn't hide Blue. It's beneath you.. and her." Quinn whispered in his ear snapping him off his thought. "Ok.. I don't see you." He said. "Correct." She said "You sound like her... but different." He added. "Yep, I stare at words a lot, I hold them for her since she runs over them." She whispered

"Question, why did one hold on to my pair in surface?" Quinn inquired. He darted his head around wondering where the question originated. "Because I'm around you guys, it was only a matter of time before I'd be curious." He answered politely still searching. "Curiosity doesn't always kill the cat good sir... but it will always lose its luster." She replied. "Not with me." He reassured. Sounds of bells began to ring in his head, obstructing his focus. Quinn took note of this putting her hand on his shoulder allowing him to see. A girl her knew but didn't.

Quinn wore her favorite lavender dress, with her long purple braid, and large purple eyes looking down at him. "Hey hey.. I know that face, What's the sound. Chaotic or soothing?" She asked trying to help. "Yes." He answered unable to let go of the sound. "Would there be a percentage to that?!" She asked worried. "60/40 split." His answered. "Shit shit shit shit shit. Fuck. Where's meee..." Quinn began to say as the doors opened. "I've already been warned we'll talk about this later. I need you mission ready Captain." The queen said with death in her eyes.

"Uh so you both want to explain your dresses...?" The gentleman exclaimed as if to remind them he was there. "Hi Blue... yeah blue and gold dress. Family colors I suppose." She answered "Ok but her??? She's.... stunning. " he question. "Firstly, she's ok with lavender, dreads the smell... as of late not on you she's documented. Secondly, I prefer this as does my pair.... I was made to be victory." Quinn added.

"Why bring me here??" He asked in disbelief. "Quinn I need 30 and get outside our barrier is down! She's... she's your girl to ask. Cuz fluff butt out there is spazzed over this." The queen answered before using her portal to get to the battle. "SO YOU GONNA EXPLAIN HER JUMPING THROUGH HOLES???" He exclaimed. Quinn pulled him by the hand out the glass windows to the balcony. "You see the explosions.... That'd be Nyx and Rogue... but that's double the explosions, different altitudes.. oh my god!" She said with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked standing close enough to feel electricity on her skin. "Stay here. Stay right here! And answer your questions... no one looks out for us.... not entirely... not a damn soul. Then you pop up... and call on all of us. Second person to do so.... hello. And our question is why? Why us?" She conveyed. "Ok but what's wrong?" He asked noting everything on her glowing white. "Fera!!!!!!" She screamed.

Barks quickly began to sound off, as the sounds of battle grew louder. A young fox ran into the chamber knocking the man over and jumping into her mother's arms. "You're sister is out there!!" She blurted out quickly. 2 yips from the little gave notion she knew "I'm going out there. Keep him safe! They need my sight! You know how your companion feels. Keep him safe.. promise."