#sorry im brainrotting

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baroryuu week day 5 - any AU

fire emblem aus my BELOVED!! here's dark knight barok and bow knight ryu (and they kiss and fall in love through the struggles of war and ride their horses off into the sunset)

[deduction-substitute]

I think of those concept arts for the chinese academy of arts crossover and im in LOVE with Lucky's designs

Watch me make this about luckyqi and edlucky

This is a REALLY long post i will warn you. Just know that it includes doomed immortal yuri (luckyqi), reincarnation, and edgar 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 valden

Lucky being an immortal that loved the mortals and was loved back. She never cared much for grand displays or offerings, so little was actually known about her

Many people praised the same god without knowing, having their own interpretations of Lucky. Unfortunately, this also caused misunderstandings, believing that their god was superior when theyre LITERALLY PRAISING THE SAME GUY

Heartbroken by his followers turning against each other, he went down to the mortal realm to try and sort it out, which wasn't allowed and risked the loss of your immortal status

It did not work lawl. Because Qi Shiyi, another immortal, was sent down to correct Lucky's wrongdoings. By that, she was the one to dish out her punishment. I love doomed yuri ❤️

Qi Shiyi and Lucky met on the battlefield. Lucky, knowing what she came here to do, accepted his punishment.

Qi Shiyi was originally going to just bring him back, but Lucky loved his people too much to leave them and asked to be stripped of his immortality instead

Reluctantly, Qi Shiyi did as she asked and accompanied Lucky in the battlefield to help resolve the war, since it was greatly affecting other immortals too

FAST FORWARD TO HOW MANY CENTURIES LATER!!!

Many myths and legends were made about Lucky's story, of course with different variations. But all of them ended the same: with him in the arms of an unknown immortal as he took his last breath

Edgar Valden, a rising painter, got a job at a museum that wanted to use the different texts about Lucky to (hopefully) create a more accurate depiction of him

At first Edgar did NOT want to take this job, past is past or whatever, and the curator has fired multiple painters before. She was said to be a strict woman, who dedicated her whole life to preserving whatever was left about Lucky.

But the more Edgar read about Lucky the more he became enamored with him

It's silly, to have fallen in love with a myth. But the vision of Lucky that Edgar created in his mind had completely consumed him, and he obsessed over every word, every single detail he could get about the unlucky immortal

The curator of the museum would come visit sometimes to check on his progress, as well as choose which of his paintings would be included.

She often ordered Edgar to change certain parts of his piece or redo it entirely. Edgar complained about it at first, until he realized that this gave him a chance to become "closer" to Lucky

He wants his painting of Lucky to become his ultimate masterpiece. His magnum opus.

But for some reason, the curator was never satsfied with Edgar's works. Sending back each piece with harsh criticism, and making Edgar fall further down his obsession

He needed more. More about Lucky. The texts the museum supplied him with wasn't enough. So he did his own research

Edgar came up emptyhanded, and went to the curator to see if she had any more about him. She acted defensive for some reason, but eventually, after seeing how dedicated Edgar was, let him see texts that she collected and kept private from the public

For some reason, these texts were a bit too...personal?? There were letters between Lucky and the immortal (at least Edgar assumed it was them) that was with her in her last moments, scripts of characters that were written over and over again, as if the writer couldn't differentiate one from the other

But hey!! Who was Edgar to complain? He ate it all up and used it as inspiration and motivation to finish his piece

When Edgar presented his final canvas to the curator, she went pale before ordering that it would be presented in the museum as the main piece, the rest of Edgar's paintings included as well even though she rejected them before

Finally, Lucky's gallery was open to the public. Many people far and wide came to visit and admire Edgar's paintings.

One of them happened to be a young man named August, or as his friends liked to call him, Lucky.

[stil-lindigo]

mumbattan's one and only pavitr prabhakar!!

prints

[rookinthecrownest]

A moment's peace

featuring Tiny!Spite (courtesy of @/psin314), pose from @/mellon-soup

Spite waited his turn for Rook's attention patiently!! They've been asleep for 14 hrs

[doodledrawsthings]

Yi fulfills his pinky promise attached to my 9 Sols AU

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta, noncon/dubcon, rough sex, mean yuuta, dacryphilia

yuuta is kind of tired of being so sweet. he’s always been so nervous and almost too caring during your intimate nights, but he just craves more. especially when he knows how you get when he’s even a little rough.

so, of course, he’s just gonna test the waters. but, poor boy loses control and now he's in the deep end.

he’s got you folded up in the meanest mating press, his hipbones digging into your ass, but, more importantly, his cock bullying your poor cunt. he might've been a little rash—what kinda guy interrupts a relatively slow makout by practically ripping her clothes off? though, he is so obsessed with you like this that he just doesn't care.

you're sobbing. it's not a few tears of pleasure, it's fat blobs streaming down your cheeks, moans replaced with cries. it hurts. he’s slamming into your cervix relentlessly. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful—how’s he supposed to stop?

it's not his fault your salty tears make your pretty puffy cheeks glimmer in the dimness of his bedroom, that they compliment your skin so nicely. and it's certainly not his fault that, the harder you cry, the harder your pussy squeezes his aching dick.

“you're so pretty,” he mumbles.

“it feels so good, right?” he asks with a shaky smile, “so, so good, sweetie.” he’s talking to you like he’s not absolutely wrecking ur insides with an insane stamina.

you shake your head, sniffling. you’d be pushing him off you (or at least trying to get him to slow the fuck down) if he didn't have one hand digging around both your wrists.

“no?” he tilts his head in a faux innocence—now he’s just being a bitch, “your body says otherwise.”

he lets your legs fall on either side of his hips when he moves the hand he was holding them against you with the rub circles on your swollen clit. a moan, for the first time since he forced himself onto you tonight, slips from your mouth and cuts off a choked sob.

“feels awful, huh?” he almost laughs.

you’d never seen your yuuta like this. a sweet, respectful boy. maybe occasionally perverse, though it always seemed to be rooted in love and attraction to you, but this? he’s barely recognizable. he’s dirty and mean.

your clothes were all discarded sans your underwear. the cotton was rubbing against him uncomfortably. naturally he’s gotta get rid of it.

rrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! he breaks the dampened fabric with no effort at all.

“be quiet, hm?” he says it so sweetly, like yuuta. he shoves the panties into your open mouth with a grin that has to be evil. your cries and half-moans are muffled now, face scrunched up in discomfort at having to taste yourself.

“good,” he praises.

“yuuta, h-hurts,” you barely make out through the ball of fabric in your mouth.

his hips still for a moment, an expression of genuine pondering crossing his features. he knits his brows together and pinches his chin in thought. he lets his eyes wander over your form. face wet and flushed, body covered in his teeth marks and goosebumps, legs shaking like a leaf—he has his answer.

he starts up his movements again, pounding into you somehow harder. you cry out loudly, the broken sound barely even muffled. he smiles so sweetly, that smile thst you love.

“i don't care, pretty girl.”

[sojutrait]

qian beauty just launched !

[ayellowapple]

Safe ending aoi kurashiki you will always be famous

I felt too bad to not draw this version

They can be happy as a treat

[imsofreakingtired]

she's terrified in the first pic. the most vulnerable we've ever seen her. even after her beating from Vi in the bar fight she's alone and able to pick herself up. but in the scene of Jinx's breakdown she's completely at the mercy of someone else. injured, on her knees, weaponless, knowing that the last time Jinx had a breakdown like this she shot someone without hesitation, knowing that for all her loyalty to the cause this could ultimately be the end of her- shot dead by the kid who is also the figurehead of the revolution without anyone to remember her. but in the very NEXT FUCKING SCENE she's back on her feet helping Jinx break Isha and the Zaunites out of prison and willing to defend them both with a single arm. ohh Riot when i catch you

[hazelcallahan]

- in what mad world would i trust someone like you? - someone like me?

[pandawasbored]

Oh so he's feeding us today!!!!

[sieglinde-freud]

ekko having x’s sprayed all over him and jinx wearing the firelight symbol into battle what in the fresh hell kind of affection is this. are u telling me they were late to the fight bc they were busy DOODLING on eachother??? what the hell. WHAT THE HELL. im sick. theyre so cute are you joking. and then they didnt even show us that scene like fuck off riot

[orsanedraws]

Happy Easter to all who celebrate

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: stepbrothers! lee heeseung, sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + oral + degradation

💌: i need them

stepbrother! heeseung is such a meanie :( he constantly spits degrading words at you, sayin that you’re desperate n it’s embarrassing for him to be known as the dude with a whore for a stepsister. he’s so cruel but you can’t bring yourself to care, letting your stepbrother use you like a toy, sucking his cock just how he likes it and happily bouncing on his length until he cums even though he doesn’t care about your pleasure; selfishly chasing his own release n kicking you out of his room when he’s done.

stepbrother! jake on the other hand, is the sweetest brother you could ever ask for <3 always there to clean you up after heeseung’s done with you n whispers sweet words to you while kissing you gently; he’s the complete opposite of heeseung. you’ve tried thanking jake, making a move to give him a handjob or let him fuck your throat but each time he gives you a cute smile n kisses your cheek before eating you out, allowing you to sit on his face and working his tongue into your wet cunt. all he cares about is making you feel good n letting you know that you’re such a good girl. he lives to please you, relishes in your sweet moans that fill the room when he’s fucking you, making you cum over n over, until you forget just how mean heeseung was to you n your pretty little head is filled with thoughts of jake.

[deusfoundry]

cedric who's a menace of a potions partner. who likes to sneak tiny pecks in whenever you least suspect it. who waits until your table is out of snape's view before ducking in to steal a kiss, having complete disregard for the potion you're working on. who drags you to the shelves, claiming he couldn't possibly carry all the materials you need with his own two hands so you have to help him. who uses that as an excuse to kiss you longer, enough that your classmates jeer at him to get a damn room.

cedric who swears he can't win a quidditch match without a good luck kiss from you. who waves you off when you try to argue that he'd been able to catch the snitch countless times before. who pulls you close by the arm he has wrapped around your waist. who slides two of his fingers beneath your chin to tip your head up. who smiles when you wish him good luck, your words muffled by his lips on yours.

cedric who's pulled in for a well deserved kiss when he meets you in the common room after a game. who flushes a bright red, both from the leftover adrenaline and the hands you're using to cradle both sides of his face. who holds you close as the entire house erupts into a small celebration, keeping you tucked safely in his arm.

cedric who takes advantage of his head boy privileges to let you use his private quarters to rest after the festivities. who promises to wake you up in an hour to escort you back to your dorm when you start to doze off.

cedric who lies. who ends up falling asleep himself, the weight of you on top of him and the tiny snores you let out lulling him to sleep. who presses his lips against the crown of your head one last time, mumbling a soft "good night" before his eyes flutter shut. who wishes he can meet you in his dreams so he can kiss you once more.

cedric who coaxes you into removing the pillow you use to cover your burning cheeks the morning after, one hand tracing patterns over the bare skin of your waist, the other softly tugging the pillow away. who buries his face in the crook of your neck when a barrage of complaints start flying off your mouth. who bites his lip as a way to hold his laughter in.

cedric who places a firm hand on the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away. whose other hand finds your thigh, using it to keep you seated on his lap. who groans when your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging lightly at the roots of his hair as he kisses you stupid.

[taxkha]

Iwa-chan, please