#thank u wraith !!!

[httyd-art-requests]

Snow wraith ❄️ !!!

Okay, I know for a fact that these were all requested by the same person (I would be very surprised if they weren't) so to the mystery person with many favorites;

You know who you are 🫵

I hope you like my solution ^^ I like to think they're all members of the same mixed species flock <3

Dragon #72 - Snow Wraith

Dragon #73 - Raincutter

Dragon #74 - Grim Gnasher

(I missed a few days due to my early/long weekend messing up my routine, so sorry for that! The project is still going strong!!)

[draconicdeityarts]

Your Phosbat Charlie makes me now think of a Plasm Wraith Olimar and I need more monster aus of everyone now 😭

ITS VERY FUNNY YOU SAY THAT I actually have some sketches of a plasm wraith Olimar! I haven’t shared all my creature/monster aus cause I feel like I’ve been doing an insane amount of them LOL but the concept of an Olimar wraith has sloooowly been evolving into its own thing in my own head :)

[sga-owns-my-soul]

just because you're insane about them I'm gonna ask for john/Todd for the ship bingo thing

ship bingo

THANK YOU I AM INSANE ABOUT THEM

they are SO i'm forever insane about john and todd and how they're just. they're destined to find each other always

[faacethefacts]

hello !! if it's ok, can i ask what your 'caspers' and 'poltergeists' tags mean? some posts have both of them tagged sometimes and i'm curious abt that

[*as of jul 2 2024, the poltergeists tag has been changed to "wraiths"]

YOU FOUND THE SAM TAGS YOU WIN THE GRAND PRIZE

"caspers" is my 616/canon/normal sam tag but "poltergeists" is my tag specifically about my earth 65 au sam which i have written about extensively here (and am ALWAYS willing to discuss more), so the reason a lot of posts have both tags is because at their core they are. The same person ❤️. Throughout both tags there is a strong motif of ghosts, in reference to the name Ghost Brother and also because i think its an INCREDIBLY powerful metaphor when it comes to Sam.

When it comes to character tags especially, these poetry/aesthetic tags are a way for me to sort of express how i think about something. So, for caspers, what i look for in poetry/text is themes of isolation, abandonment and being forgotten, loneliness, being seen— or in a negative context, being watched. But also being protective of your friends and family, determination and striking out on your own, inventiveness, and a lot more complicated concepts i dont feel like i can list right now. Visually, i look for glass and clear plastic and other translucent things, metal working, electricity, obscured faces and silhouettes, high contrast pieces, things that look like theyre made of scraps, and other things that just give me the Vibe, i can't always explain everything one to one.

Now when it comes to poltergeists, it's a little different. The ghost motif takes the form mostly of haunted houses. e65!Sam is a version of sam who has basically lost all hope, and even though all his family are alive, Matt and Gwen are really the only ones he has. He's just jaded to the absolute max, its like that crushing feeling you get when you look at politics sometimes and that's the dominant emotion in his life. Common motifs in poetry and images are fire, leaving before they can leave you, hostile architecture, immense violence, art that makes you feel very. , wounds, the color red, survival at any cost, teeth and dogs.

You have no idea how long ive been waiting for someone to ask abt a character tag man you have NO idea. Its been kinda hard to fill the character tags recently though, because i feel like I've sort of run out of posts that aren't horribly cliche or just reposts of poetry that're already in the tag. I think this is kinda a problem with all the tags rlly but i find some eventually no matter what

[sapphic-woes]

This isn't really a request I just wanted to gush about Bangalore for a bit cuz she is so!! Damn!! Fine!!!! Her voice lines make my brain stop functioning its not even funny anymore, like when she says "I got you???" And the way she says it?? Lord help me I wanna marry this woman 😫 Like... I just know that if she actually said something like that to me I'd be too distracted to focus on anything and get the whole team killed lmao the brainrot is real I blame you for this 😭

AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA IM SO FUCKING HAPPY IM SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT YES!!!!! I take full responsibility I definitely put u on the Bangalore simp train lolol

But YEAH her voice is fucking heavenly and her lines are so good, she even has one where she says "You call that a firearm? That's adorable." And I just faint every time without fail cuz???? Are u killing or flirting Anita??????? I completely understand why Loba, the supposedly super chick and cool thief, fell head over heels to the point where she got her a bouquet of FLOWERS. Like same i would also melt for Bangalore😭😭😭

[jetstargf]

fun fact abt me! i never came up w a killjoysona for myself despite getting into mcr during dd and being sooo into the comics but i did come up with (stole from a post malone song) my killjoy name a few weeks ago bc i was bored <3

[netsurai]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

BOLD  what applies -- italicize sometimes.  repost, don’t reblog.

     fights honorably  /  fights dirty

     prefers close-quarters  /  prefers range

     chats during  /  goes silent

     low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance

     attacks in bursts  /  attacks steadily

     goes for the kill  /  aims to disarm  /  fights defensively  /  strikes first

     is provoked easily  /  provokes their opponent  /  teases

     gets visibly frustrated  /  shouts while attacking

     uses strategy  /  focuses on the battle  /  experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

     rushes in recklessly  /  tries to read their opponent before engaging

     fights wildly  /  fights calmly  /  fights apathetically  /  fights with anger  /  fights with excitement

     fights because they have to  /  fights because they want to

     fights without regard to wounds  /  runs away when wounded  /  hides wounds  /  takes a blow to protect another

     prefers a blade  /  prefers a gun  /  prefers hand to hand combat  /  prefers a bow  /  prefers a shield  /  prefers a personalized weapon  /  prefers magic alchemy or spells

     their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional

     transforms for battle  /  fights as they appear

     relies on strength  /  doubts their strength  /  relies on speed

     uses everything they have  /  proceeds with caution  /  hides their full potential

     exhausts quickly  /  has high stamina

     behaves arrogantly  /  brags after landing a hit  /  belittles their abilities

     uses psychological tactics  /  uses brute strength

     avoids civilians  /  strikes down civilians

     damages surroundings  /  avoids damaging surroundings

     signature fighting style  /  makes it up as they go

     mastered skill - set  /  learning their skill - set

     fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork

     messy fighter  /  elegant fighter

     accepts defeat  /  refuses defeat  /  begs for mercy

     compliments their opponent  /  insults their opponent

     uses unnecessary movements  /  moves efficiently  /  barely moves

     prefers to dodge  /  prefers to block

     defends their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  leaves blindsides vulnerable

     uses all available advantages  /  strictly uses one main method

     plays around  /  holds back  /  fights ruthlessly  /  shows mercy

     waits for an opponent to be ready  /  strikes when opponent isn’t ready

     fears death  /  fears pain  /  fears killing

     has ptsd  /  avoids fighting

     has lost a fight  /  has won a fight

     has killed  /  refuses to kill

     wants to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

TAGGED BY :    wraith! TAGGING :     @loveoaths​ @slayersaided @kyousei @9fox @copycaat @sociieties @demonsecho @resolutepath​ @obscuredform​

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 WICKED LOVE WILL LEAVE ME BLIND

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dangerous games are played between you and dazai during one of the most important events of the year for the japanese underworld. you're never this risky, not when your reputation is on the line, but fuck being near him just seems draw out all of the worst in you.

(wordcount: 4.5k; ņsfw; fem!reader; port mafia member!reader, jealous!dazai, possessive!dazai, public sex, spitting, unprotected sex, gagging dazai w/your panties, switch!dazai, switch!reader. lmk if anything is missing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: WOOWWWWWWW u all can thank tumblr user mioblobby for this one, she sent in an ask 3 days ago and this consumed me so badly that i dropped all of my wips to write this. anyway, enjoy dazai & pmreader being absolute FREAKS in public

His gaze hasn’t left you once all night. You can feel it dark and heavy from where he’s leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room, black coat hanging around his shoulders and a cold, unapproachable expression on his face, looking every bit the wraith people claim him to be. 

Chuuya is off somewhere to your side, smooth talking two of Mishima’s daughters, surely planning to end the night in one of their beds to get those loose lips moving about the meeting that their father had with Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber two weeks ago, something he’s been unnervingly tight lipped about when Mori pried. 

You’re entertaining two of the younger members of Mishima’s upper echelon, Abe Kimifusa and Ibuse Masuji—they can’t be much older than you, early twenties max, and they’re delighted by the attention you’re giving them. Ibuse is half hanging off your shoulders, arm wrapped around you, too many drinks in as he leans in close and laughs at some comment Abe makes about one of their fellow executives. You smile idly as you listen, resting against him as you take in their words, trying to pretend to be engaged with the conversation to not give away how you’re hyper-focused on a certain black-haired executive in the distance. 

Usually, he would join you and Chuuya in your attempts to gather some easy intel on the Sun and Steel—that’s what he’s done the past year and a half, at least, targeting some of the older members of Mishima’s upper echelon who would sell half of their organs and their soul for a night with the untouchable Demon Prodigy. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth now, knowing what he told you, but you still can’t help but be a little surprised that he’s not even trying to put up a facade of charm and wit, rather spending his time skulking in the shadows watching you, especially when his usual targets are so blatantly staring at him, waiting for him to make a move.

You think it’s hypocritical the way you’re so pleased over the fact that he’s not entertaining anyone tonight, because the thought of him letting any of those men drape themselves all over him like Ibuse currently is with you leaves a very sour taste in your mouth.

You also think that’s why you’re letting Ibuse take it as far as he has—to see Dazai get wound up about it. You don’t typically let people get touchy with you unless you plan on taking them to bed, and you have absolutely no intention of fucking Ibuse Masuji. He’s pretty enough with dark hair and a nice smile, but too stupid for your taste—maybe that’s a good thing though, if he’s already so loose-lipped now with only a few drinks in him, you can’t imagine how much he’d let slip in a post-orgasm induced haze.

You start to reconsider your decision on Ibuse, looking up at him contemplatively as he makes a snide comment about Kamatsu Sakyo—an older executive of the Sun and Steel, one of the ones you know have spent a night, or more, with Dazai, so your smile is a bit more genuine when you hear the way Ibuse drags him for being incompetent and useless.

“The older generation has to go,” Ibuse hisses, shaking his head as his arm tightens around you, leaning back against the wall. “They’re running us into the fucking ground. That fucker Kamatsu wants us to take that deal from the Red Chamber-”

“Masuji,” Abe warns, giving you a careful look, not as drunk as his companion. You raise your eyebrows at the comment from Ibuse, looking at him questioningly.

Ibuse waves off Abe haphazardly. “The Port Mafia did it right,” he says bluntly, taking another sip of his drink. “Wiped out the whole old regime after the previous boss died. That’s what the Boss should’ve done when he took over from his father. All of these old fucks need to drop dead.”

“The meeting with Xueqin went that poorly?” you ask casually, sure to keep the interest out of your tone as you look up at Ibuse.

“Don’t even get me started,” Ibuse scoffs. “That fucker wants-”

You’re careful to keep the irritation off your face when you hear the telltale sound of Mishima preparing to give his annual ‘thank you, fruitful alliances ahead!’ speech that always bores you to tears. Next to you, Ibuse sighs and pulls his arm off of you, pushing off the wall.

“We’ve gotta go up there with him. I’ll find you later?” he asks you, eyes a bit too hopeful, voice eager as he waits for your response.

“Definitely,” you say—the things you do for information.

With most of the attendees of the ball distracted by Mishima’s speech, you slip away to make your way over to the far corner where Dazai is waiting. Still, he tracks you—from the moment you make your subtle escape from the crowd until you’re standing right in front of him in the shadows where he’s lingering, his gaze remains trained on you, intense in a way that lets you know that he’s unhappy, if the way his jaw is tight didn’t.

“You’ve been having fun tonight,” he drawls, voice low as he looks down at you, arms folded across his chest.

“Is that what it seemed like?” you say lightly, taking a step closer, casting one last glance behind you to ensure that all eyes are pinned on Mishima before hooking your fingers into his belt loops to tug him closer to you. “At least I’m doing my job properly then.”

“It’s your job to let Mishima’s whore of an executive drape himself all over you?” Dazai tilts his head to the side, one hand sliding behind you to close the small distance between the two of you, leaving your chest pressed to his.

No, you let that drag on just because you could tell how irate Dazai was becoming over it, but Dazai doesn’t have to know that. So instead, you play coy.

“I have appearances to keep up,” you say, tilting your head up with a simpering smile, enjoying the way his gaze immediately darts down to your lips, lingering there before he has to forcibly drag it back up to your eyes. “You know that.”

“Yeah?” Dazai hums, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze drifts above you. “Maybe I should be making more of an effort with appearances then, Kamatsu has had his eye on me all night.”

Your eye doesn’t twitch at his words, but your grip on his belt loops tightens. “You don’t want to play that game with me, Dazai,” you warn, keeping your voice deceptively mild.

“And why is that?” Dazai drawls, looking too smug for your liking as he looks down at you as if realizing how much his threat bothered you.

“Because I’ll win,” you say easily, fingers slipping from his belt loops to slide your hands up and down his sides before settling them on his slim hips, relishing in the way his lashes flutter at your touch. “You know that. It’s unlike you to pick losing battles.”

“I won’t lose,” Dazai says with a scoff, and you walk him backward until the back of his knees hit a chair, guiding him back to sit down in it as Mishima finally starts a long-winded speech that’s going to last at least twenty or thirty minutes.

You give Dazai another teasing smile as you stand in front of where he’s sitting, lifting your hand to his chin, tilting his face up toward you. You lean down, lips brushing his as you murmur, “You already have.”

“Have I?” Dazai asks, amused. He unconsciously leans forward to capture his lips with yours but you shift just out of reach before he can, raising your eyebrows pointedly at the annoyed look he gives you.

You make quick work of undoing his tie, slipping it from his neck before wrapping it loosely around your wrist, hyper aware of the way his gaze is trained sharply on your face, studying your every move. You bring your other hand back up to his face, cupping his cheek gently, and your breath catches as he leans into your touch, eye lidded as he looks up atwith you. He tilts his head to the side to press his lips against your palm, keeping eye contact as he lifts his hand to cover yours, shifting it so he can graze his lips against the pulse point on your wrist.

“You have,” you agree, grateful that your voice isn’t as breathless as you feel from the combined intensity of his gaze and his lips on your skin.

“How so?” Dazai looks entirely too smug, probably can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, and you itch to wipe the smugness right off of his face.

“I’m meeting Ibuse after this speech,” you tell him, now entirely too smug yourself as Dazai expression drops and goes icy, fingers stiffening from where his hand is still pressed over yours. “Need to get him to spill about the meeting with the Red Chamber, he already started getting into it before. If I get him alone, we’ll know everything we need.”

“Go ahead,” Dazai sounds deceptively calm, you’d almost believe he didn’t care if the look in his eye didn’t betray him, cold and promising bloodshed. “I’ll kill him.”

“You’ll start a war,” you say absently, the tips of your fingers brushing through his dark hair.

“I don’t care,” Dazai replies, and you know that he’s serious—it should worry you, he could throw all of your work with the Sun and Steel out the window in a split second, but instead you only find yourself giddy, tongue pressing behind your teeth and a smile curving at your lips as you look down at him.

“Careful, Dazai,” you breathe out, “almost sounds like you care.”

He does care, you know that and he knows that, but he refuses to admit it out loud. Refuses to put a label on anything between the two of you. You think it’s his way of maintaining some semblance of control over things; he thinks that if he actually admits what’s going on between the two of you, it’ll be a loss of control over himself that he can’t afford. 

As if threatening to start a gang war with the Mafia’s most important ally because you’re planning to sleep with someone for vital information isn’t a loss of control in itself. 

You also think it might have to do with the broken gasps he’d let out over the phone during the assassination plot on you a few weeks ago, when he thought that he’d miscalculated and they called his bluff, that they were going to get to you and no one was going to be able to get there in time to protect you. 

“Everything I never want to lose is always lost the moment I obtain it.”

You wonder, maybe, if he thinks that not making things official with you is his way of protecting both you and himself. 

But it’s fucking frustrating. It’s frustrating dealing with his hot and cold—days where he’s so clearly enamored with you, spending hours laid up with you admiring you while you do work, looking at you with eyes that should only be reserved for long time lovers, and then there are days where he can hardly bring himself to look at you, avoiding you at every given chance, cold and aloof. It’s frustrating, and it’s exhausting, you just want to be with him.

His eye darkens, jaw clicking at your words, but he doesn’t respond other than that.

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to take another step forward, you watch as his gaze tracks down to the low cut of your dress, as he shifts in his seat, legs spread, clearly withholding the urge to adjust himself in his pants. A dangerous thought crosses your mind, one that you know you should toss away because of where you are, how many people are just on the other side of the room, but you find your body moving before you can stop yourself.

You watch him inhale, gaze tracking down to where your hand has slipped into the high slit of your dress, casting one last look over your shoulder to make sure the two of you are at an angle that no one would be able to easily see you before pulling down your thin black panties—the ones you know he loves and wore just to see the way the pupil of his visible eye becomes blown wide at the sight of them, breath hitching.

You shift closer to him, balling them into your fist, one hand sliding behind the back of his head, fingers entwined with his dark hair as you tilt his head back, eyes tracing the exhilaration on his face as he looks up at you, realizing what you’re going to do, where you’re going to do it.

“You’re crazy,” he breathes out. The words are reverent, he speaks them in the same way you imagine he would tell you he loves you, it makes your breath catch. “Here? What're you gonna do if one of them looks over and sees you stuffed with my cock, hm? How're you gonna explain why you're full of cum when you go meet that clown?”

“You talk too much,” you note, stepping forward. “Open up.”

Dazai’s lips part instinctively, but before you stuff his mouth with your panties, you lean over him, fingers hooking around his bottom lip as you force his mouth a little wider, watching as his breath hitches and his lashes flutter when you spit right into his open mouth, swallowing it immediately. 

Your lips curl up as you lift the hand holding your panties, taking in an unsteady breath as he lets you push your panties between his lips; he lets out a muffled groan around them, eyes sliding shut as if savoring the taste of them. You shift your dress around slightly so you can comfortably straddle his thighs. His hands immediately fly to your waist, but you click your tongue lightly, pushing them off and sliding his tie around his wrists once you’ve got them behind his back.

He tilts his head to the side, giving you a heavy, judgmental look. He doesn’t even have to speak to know what he’s thinking: “You really think this is going to stop me?”

You give him a sweet smile, leaning in to graze your lips against his jaw, feeling the shaky breath he lets out around your panties. “If you free yourself from them,” you murmur, lips brushing his ear as you speak, “I’ll stop.”

You don’t wait for his reaction, directing your attention down toward his slacks, loosening his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You ease his cock out of his briefs, weight heavy in your hand, tip flushed pink and leaky. You give it an experimental pump, using his own precum as lube, and watch as he tilts his head back, giving a full body shudder.

“You’re so easy to rile up,” you sigh softly, shifting forward so that his cock slides between your slick folds, you press your lips to the underside of his jaw to smother the moan you almost let out when his tip catches on your clit. “I love it.”

You know he’s trying to shoot you a withering look, but the effects of it are severely diminished with how his face is flushed pink and his eyes are unfocused. You give him another saccharine smile, and that’s the only warning he gets before you’re sinking down on his cock. 

You can feel every inch of him stretching you open, filling you up until the tip of his cock is nudging right up against your cervix. It takes all of your self control to bite back the loud gasp that nearly rips from your lips, not wanting to have to bury your face in the crook of his neck just yet, watching as he lets out a choked noise that’s loud even with your panties stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Careful,” you warn, leaning in to drag your lips up his neck to the corner of his lips. You lift one of your hands to hold the back of his head again, gripping his hair as you force him to look at you again, fingers tugging hard at his hair. His gaze is unfocused, lips parting as he heaves around your panties, throat spasming—he looks fucking divine, and for a moment, you regret doing this here because you might have to kill someone if they see him when he’s looking like this. “You don’t want them to see you like this, yeah?”

You can hear the whine that builds in the back of his throat, trying to rock his hips up into yours. The sloppy sound of his cock driving into your cunt is too loud—Mishima is still speaking loudly, drowning out any noise that could possibly be coming from your secluded corner, but it’s so risky, you almost don’t know what’s gotten into you. If anyone happens to wander over this way…

“God, what do you do to me?” you gasp, leaning in so you can graze your teeth against his neck, threatening to bite down. 

You’re never this reckless—not when it’s your reputation on the line, you’ve spent years honing it into the weapon it’s become, and here you are risking it all just because Dazai Osamu decided to give you bedroom eyes during one of the most important events the Port Mafia attends. Fuck, he drives you insane.

His head lolls forward, forehead resting against the side of yours, lips brushing your ear. You can feel his heavy pants, each one catching over a moan muffled by your panties. You rock your hips back and forth quickly, each drag of his cock against your walls making you hot and lightheaded. Whether it’s just from the sheer pleasure of it all—the way the tip of his cock pressees right into that sensitive spot deep inside of you, the way he’s so quickly coming undone beneath you, body trembling and drool pooling at the corner of his lips around your panties—or if it’s because of the way anyone could wander over in this direction, catch you fucking Dazai so brazenly when there’s a crowd of one hundred and fifty, two hundred of the most important people in the Japanese underworld just on the far side of the room, you don’t know, but heat pools in your abdomen so quickly that it’s almost impossible to control. 

You can feel his breath ragged, his body tense, each roll of your hips against his has Dazai falling apart, and you can feel the telltale sign of his cock twitching inside of you, signaling that he’s about to finish. You tug his hair, pulling his head back from where it's fallen against you, and you lift your other hand quickly up to his lips, pushing them inside of his mouth to hook your fingers around your panties, pulling them out of his mouth.

Instantly, Dazai is pushing himself forward to press his lips against yours, freeing himself of his own tie so his hands can fly to your waist. You let out a low moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue into yours, one hand sliding from your waist to your back, keeping your body flush to his as he grinds you down on his cock hard.

“Fuck,” Dazai groans into your mouth, voice choked. You can see the way he can hardly keep his gaze steady, the way he’s gripping your dress to try to keep himself grounded. “I-ah, shit-I’m close. I’m-”

You lean in to swallow his moan, kissing him hard as his eyes roll to the back of his head, hips stuttering as he spills his cum deep inside of you. Your breath catches at the feeling of his cum filling you up, warm, heavy, so much of it that you can feel it dribbling out from where his cock is still stuffed deep inside of you; it’s the last thing you need to push you over the edge, mind blank and jaw falling slack as your body shudders in his arms.

Black dots spot your vision, your nails dragging down his black coat, your whole body consumed with pleasure—it hits you so hard that you think maybe you might’ve passed out for a split second. The feeling of your release sends a shockwave through Dazai, you can feel the way his body spasms and jerks when your walls suddenly tighten around his sensitive cock.

“God,” Dazai breathes out against your lips, eyes glazed over as the two of you come down from your high, an expression so adoring on his face that you think for a moment, you might be imagining it. “You’re so…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, leaves it to your imagination, and you want to press, but you don’t have the chance because you’re slapped hard with reality when you hear Mishima’s speech coming to an end, eyes widening. Your legs are shaky as you push off of him, hissing at the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of your cunt—you almost snort when you see how Dazai twitches and winces at the sudden movement, still sensitive.

“Clean yourself up,” you tell him sharply, straightening your dress and fixing your hair, trying to catch sight of yourself in the reflection of a nearby glass, watching from the corner of your eye as Dazai stuffs himself back in his pants, wiping your cum off of his expensive black slacks before sucking it right off of his fingers. He grabs his tie from where he’d let it fall to the ground, and then your panties, winking at you before he stuffs them in the pocket of his jacket. 

His gaze lifts to you as he rises to his feet, drifting lazily over your form, lingering on the way your skin glows with a soft sheen of sweat, the loose strands of hair that cling to your forehead—something you hope you can play off considering the air condition in the ballroom isn’t on. Then his gaze settles down on the lower half of your body, lips curling up into a slow smirk.

He takes a few steps closer to you, holding his tie out to you. “Re-tie it?” he hums, and you roll your eyes because you know he can do it himself and you know he has some sort of ulterior motive right now, but you take it from him regardless.

You quickly slide the tie around his neck, trying to tie it quickly before anyone catches sight of the two of you, but with you so focused on getting this done, you miss the way his hand sneaks forward until you feel it slip into the slit of your dress. 

“Dazai,” you warn, keeping your voice low, but your breath catches when you feel him gather up all of the cum that had dribbled out of your cunt, head falling against his shoulder as you try to force yourself not to react when he uses two fingers to stuff it right back inside of you.

You can feel the wicked grin against your ear as he leans down to tug your earlobe gently. “Good luck explaining this to Ibuse.”

Then he steps away, dark eye glittering dangerously as he looks down at you.

“I’ll find you later,” he says before turning to walk away.

You’re not sure if it’s a threat or a promise and you don’t have time to make a snide comment asking, because you hear Ibuse approaching you from behind, giddy and excited until he catches sight of Dazai’s infamous black coat retreating, swallowing thickly and eyes flickering nervously between the two of you—a common reaction to the executive’s presence, knowing how dangerous and unpredictable he can be.

You wonder if Dazai would make Ibuse half as nervous and uncomfortable if he’d known he just spent the last fifteen minutes with your panties stuffed in his mouth and his hands tied behind his back, whining and whimpering, muffling all of his sounds so people didn’t overhear the two of you. But you dismiss that thought—that’s knowledge for you to keep to yourself, you don’t like sharing.

“Let’s get out of here?” you hum, drawing him out of his thoughts before he can spiral.

He lights back up again, but you can tell he’s still nervous from Dazai’s brief appearance. “Yeah, c’mon.”

Two hours later, you wander out of one of the back rooms in Mishima’s mansion, intent on getting back to headquarters. You don’t get more than two feet before you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you backward hard until your back meets a familiar chest.

Your heartbeat stills from the brief bout of erraticness when you felt someone grab you, relaxing back into Dazai, tilting your head back and to the side to look up at him as he holds your hips, keeping you flush to him.

“Did you fuck him?” Dazai asks, voice low and expression unreadable.

You have half a mind to say yes, just to see what Dazai plans to do if you did. He can’t kill Ibuse, not even he is reckless enough to start a war with the Sun and Steel right now, but you don’t think you want to risk it.

“Didn’t have to,” you say honestly. “He was babbling out everything I wanted to know before the doors even closed.”

Dazai searches your face for a moment as if trying to decide if you’re being truthful, when he does, one of his hands slips off your waist into his coat, and you hear the familiar sound of Dazai flipping the safety of his gun back on.

“Dazai,” you snap. “You can’t just-”

“I can do whatever I want,” Dazai interrupts you with the type of confidence that lets you know he had every intention of putting a bullet through Ibuse’s head if you fucked him, regardless of the consequences. The thought of that alone makes your blood run hot, pupils dilating as you look up at him; Dazai’s lips curve up slowly as if he knows just what’s going on in your head. He looks behind you curiously before focusing back down on you asking: “Is he passed out in there?”

“Mhm,” you agree, watching him curiously as you try to figure out what he might be thinking. “Drank too much.”

“Good,” Dazai murmurs, walking you right back into the room you’d come out of, a sharp smile on his face. He closes the door behind the two of you, gaze flickering over to where Ibuse is unconscious on the couch before he backs you up until your knees hit the corner of the bed, pushing you back onto it. “Let’s see if we can wake him up then.”

[sillypikmin]

Hi, could we see more pikmin bosses/enemies as castaways? Ur concepts are really cute ^^

never even occured to me to castaway-ify any of the non-wraith bosses but this was such a fun lil thing to do .. so thank you & heres some more completely normal guys (gender neutral) for u to meet :]

[beansprean]

Destiel who? Lmao

My Familiar’s Ghost part 33

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up on Nandor as he leans forward to stand from his seat, staring up wide-eyed and edging on panic. He starts, “Guille-“ 1b. Reverse shot of ghost Guillermo, blue light and black wraith scraps beginning to swirl in little whirlpools around him as his composure breaks. His eyes are wide and wet, and tears begin dripping down his cheeks. He shouts, sobbing, “Please! Please find vampire me! Please don’t give up on him!”

2a. A vision of vampire Guillermo from behind, standing in the same striped dress shirt he died in, sleeves rolled up and left side soaked in blood. He is lit in red, juxtaposing the blue overlay of the rest of the scene and continuously raining background. Ghost Guillermo continues, “I know he wants to see you. I can feel it.” 2b. Close up of Nandor, now standing, his left hand hovering in front of his chest as if u sure whether to reach out or wave goodbye. His expression is pained and confused. He replies, “I…okay. I promise.” 2c. Reverse shot of Guillermo, tears still overflowing as he closes his eyes and sighs in relief, a small smile curling his lips. He says, “Thank you, Master…” 2d. Zoom into larger close ups of both men, overlapping. Guillermo’s light is growing, swirling more dramatically and filling the background. Guillermo opens his eyes, filled with love, sorrow, and fresh tears as more continue to drip down his face. He smiles through it all and corrects the way he addressed his friend, “…Nandor. For everything.” Nandor stares at him, anguished and mute, jaw bobbing uselessly as a single tear begins to swell in his eye. With an air of finality, Guillermo says “Goodbye.”

3a. Repeat of Guillermo’s close up. He tips his head back, eyes closing and smile fading to a faint, peaceful curl. His ghostly light swells, brightens, and starts to cover him as if preparing to fade him away. 3b. Shot of Nandor in profile on a background of white and green action lines, bursting into the frame as blind panic takes over. “Guillermo!” he shouts, throwing himself forward, eyes wide and fangs bared. “Wait!” 3c. A cluster of overlapping quadrilateral panels, action line background inverting to black and pink every other layer. Close up of Nandor’s left arm reaching out desperately, breaking through the cloud of blue ghostly light as it shoots toward Guillermo. He begs, “Don’t leave me!” /end ID

[petite-phthora]

A promise is a promise

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 16]

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Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

Fryer = Tucker

Dann-O = Danny

Other private chat nicknames:

Kangaroo = Jason

PolarBear = Danny

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Danny has been searching online for a while now for the perfect place to take Red Hood to, for the second part of their date. He already has in mind what he wants to do, he just hopes Red Hood will like his plan.

He’ll need to make sure to get the needed materials either today or tomorrow.

Midway through his planning, his phone buzzes with a message. Danny picks his phone up, checking who sent it. He raises an eyebrow at seeing a message from Tucker in their private chat.

He opens his phone to read the text, putting his date-planning on hold for now.

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Private chat

Fryer: so wheres my tim drake-wayne autograph danny? when am i gonna get it huh?

Dann-O: wait what? 😦

Dann-O: I still need to get it for you?? 😥😥

Dann-O: but you didn’t even end up wiping the cams ☹️

Dann-O: they were already wiped!!

Fryer: ye but I still wouldve wiped them if they werent already its all abt the intent danny

Fryer: u promised me the autograph now u gotta follow thru with it u cant just go back on ur word >:(

Dann-O: fine I’ll try and get it for you

Dann-O: I did promise 😓

Dann-O: but be prepared that it might take a while 😬😬

Fryer: great! thnx my dude knew u would come thru for me ur the best love ya danman 😘

Dann-O: yeah yeah I know 🙄😒

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With a small sigh, Danny closes the chat between him and Tucker. He’s unsure how to go about getting that autograph.

He can’t just stalk the guy and nag him into giving the autograph, then he’d probably end up with a restraining order instead.

He could try looking online for one, but those will probably be very expensive. Though, he might be able to trick the guy into signing something? Or perhaps steal one when he’s at the manor this Saturday anyway?

However… Perhaps he can get some help with this… Danny considers.

He looks back at his phone and opens another chat.

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Private chat

PolarBear: hey, so uh, random question ☝️

PolarBear: you wouldn’t happen to have a Tim Drake-Wayne autograph 🤔

PolarBear: or maybe know a way of getting one

PolarBear: would you?? 😅😅

Kangaroo: Why do you want one?

PolarBear: it’s not for me

PolarBear: but I kinda promised my friend I’d get one for him 😅😓

Kangaroo: Ah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.

PolarBear: really? 😲

PolarBear: thanks!! 🥰💕

PolarBear: but it’s fine if you can’t

PolarBear: like don’t feel obligated to help or something

PolarBear: if need be I’ll probably just trick him into signing something for me 🙃

PolarBear: or I could just sneak in once we’re TPing the place anyway

PolarBear: and just get one of his documents or something 👀👀

Kangaroo: Hell yeah, sign me up. This will be fun :)

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In another realm, a bright toxic green smoke hits an unsuspecting victim, a crazed giggle following behind coming from the origin of the strange smoke.

The victim, instead of fleeing, stops right in their tracks, collapsing into themselves. Not a moment later their laughter joins in with the giggling from before.

The smoke fades away and reveals a man with bright purple hair and glowing red eyes. He’s wearing a green suit with a red vest and a purple dress shirt underneath.

In his breast pocket on the outside of his suit is a glowing red flower with purplish-black leaves that looks like a rosebud of some sort.

His face is stark white with a greenish undertone and his lips are bright red and pulled back into a deranged grin.

This insane clown who's hellbent on dragging the people of Gotham into his madness is a fairly new resident of the Infinite Realms. He’s a specter. A wraith.

A ghost.

The Joker moves closer towards the other ghost. The other ghost keeps laughing, not reacting to the Joker’s approach.

However, once the Joker is within a few meters of them, the ghost starts choking. While the ghost is unable to stop the mix of laughing and coughing, a glowing green liquid starts flowing out of their mouth.

Ectoplasm.

While they’re involuntarily laughing, their eyes are full of distress. The Joker just moves closer, humming a little tune.

Once close enough, the Joker bends down, getting right in the other ghost’s face. Ignoring the other ghost’s attempt at flinching away, the Joker drags a finger across the ghost’s face, wiping up some of the glowing green liquid.

The Joker takes a close look at it, the grin on his face becoming impossibly, inhumanely, wider.

“Oh, this! This is going to be a right laugh!” He exclaims, cackling a little. He straightens back up before continuing.

“It’ll be the show of a lifetime,” He turns around, “Don’t you agree, my friend?”

The person who has been watching the entire display from the sidelines doesn’t respond verbally, their own deranged grin forming on their face, no outside influence needed.

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[batwritings]

okay here me out! Hybrid au where reader is recruited into 141 and they’re all hybrids, like price is dragon, ghost a wraith, gaz a crow harpy, and last but not least soap is a werewolf. It’s pretty much common knowledge that wolves and vamps don’t mix, so when reader and soap first meet they despise each other, hate each other fr. Reader calls soap a dog, puppy, mongrel or mutt and soap calls reader a leech, bloodsucker and wtv. Now all this bickering leads to somewhere spicy, maybe all that hatred was actually sexual tension 🤷🏻‍♀️ heated and rough sexual tension to be exact. Alright thank u for listening in<3333

Sorry this one took so long friend! This is really similar to an AU that's out there for CoD and I wanted to be sure it was alright with that artist to write something with their concept. But without further ado, enjoy!~

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It was common knowledge within the hybrid community the bad blood (no pun intended) between vampires and werewolves. So when Price made the decision to add you to the team, you and Soap were immediately in an understanding. While yes, in front of higher ups things were kept professional, everyone could practically feel the tension in the room when you were both in there.

Yet nobody could quite tell just what kind of tension it was. See, it was very clear that, due to being the species you were, there was something negative between you and the Scottish sergeant. However it was also blatantly obvious that the two of you did hold some sort of strange fondness for the other.

"Nice work today leech," Soap chuckled, passing you after a mission debriefing. You rolled your eyes so hard anyone who saw you would probably think they'd roll back into your head. You set your gun back in it's locker, slamming the door.

The mission hadn't exactly gone...poorly. The job got done at the end of the day, but there were quite a few screws that went loose. The fact that they were by your hands didn't help the matter by any means.

"You got something to say mutt?" You growled, crossing your arms defiantly. Your day hadn't exactly been the best and you knew Soap knew this. You weren't exactly in the mood for the lapdog's "cutesy little pet names" as Price affectionately called it. You swore that dragon was delusional.

Much to your irritation, Soap was quick to get in your personal space. He had his arms above yours, all but pinning you to the lockers behind you. "I dunno, mate, do you?" Now you knew good and well that "mutt" was Soap's least favorite little nickname you'd given him, so his actions weren't a surprise.

What was a surprise however, was the fact that you could smell the pheromones on him. Being this close to you was turning him on, making you quirk an eyebrow. "Maybe I do puppy," you smirked, reaching down and boldly palming his erection. "You first."

Soap inhaled sharply, growling lowly as you touched him. His clawed hands came forward, swiftly pinning your free hand to the metal of the locker. He juts his knee up, making it and his thigh rub up against your sex.

It's your turn to blush, hand moving more intentionally now to make him harder. You let out a soft whine when he starts to rock himself back and forth, stimulating you. Bodies are moving on their own now, pure instinct driving the interaction.

You're not sure when you ended up kissing him, or when the two of you stripped from the waist down. But here it was, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, the werewolf that drove you absolutely insane, was helping hold you up as he fucked you against the lockers. You had your arms locked around his neck, nails scratching at the base of his ears as you praised him with soft moans of "good boy," over and over.

"So good," he groaned, claws digging slightly into the soft flesh of your ass as he fucked you roughly. A particularly sensitive spot gets brushed by the head of his cock and it has you letting out a keen of pleasure. Combined with the tugging of his knot against your hole, you knew you wouldn't be lasting long.

It was so rough, raw, and hot, the two of you nearly forgot where you were. Each of you was lost in a haze of pleasure, your noises quiet save for the slapping of skin and slight shuddering metal. You drew yourself closer the more you inched towards your climax to nip at his neck, barely nicking the skin to lap at his blood.

"Close dove, I'm close," Soap growls, his previous rhythm lost to the urges and instinct to breed you as his knot slipped inside you. The extra insertion and attempts to keep yourself from completion meant you could only nod dumbly as a sign you were fine with him coming inside you. With a howl that he muffled against your shoulder, he finished, the two of you locking together where you ended and he began. You weren't far behind, head smacking slightly into the metal as you came, drawing your own blood as you tried to keep yourself quiet.

You and the sergeant panted heavily as you came down from your respective highs. The brunette's tail was wagging ever so slightly behind him and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was a lightness in your chest that you couldn't place, but it was certainly nice to not feel at your teammate's throat for once.

"While the show was appreciated," came a voice that seemed to materialize from the shadows. Ghost appears to your right, body shifting out of his Wraith form as he leans against the locker room door frame. "Next time, maybe pick somewhere a little more secluded to work out your anger issues eh?" Both you and Soap couldn't help but flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry L.T."

[sga-owns-my-soul]

for the stargate ask... all of them >:]

stargate asks

well if you insist 😌😂

1. How would you stop a Wraith from feeding on you?

bold of you to assume i would stop it 😏

2. Do you think you have the ATA gene?

i desperately hope that i would, is that the same? 😂

3. Goa'uld, Ancient, Wraith, or Asguard technology?

ancient tech. i'd pick wraith but i really don't think i could get over the texture it looks like a sensory nightmare

4. If you were in the stargate programme, would you prefer to be stationed at Cheyenne Mountain, Atlantis, or Area 51?

ATLANTIS ATLANTIS ATLANTIS

5. Would you be willing to join the Tok'ra? why or why not?

no bc the idea of living that long is exhausting honestly i'm fucking tired bro

6. What's your opinion on the Ancients?

they're fucking PUNK ASS BITCHES and i would throw a brick at them if given the chance (except janus he fucks)

7. Would you like to fly a puddle jumper?

i cannot express how badly i desperately want to fly a puddle jumper. i used to say dream about it endlessly as a kid. actually i still do. i cannot stress enough that i would give up just about everything in my life to fly a fucking jumper please please please please please

8. Wraith stunner or Zat gun?

depends on the situation i think, they're both handy for different things. zat gun would be fantastic for say, making certain politicians disappear. overall tho i think probably a wraith stunner. idk they're cute

9. What alien language would you like to learn if you could?

all of them? is that an option? 😂😂 idk i wanna learn wraith and ancient and asguard and all the different milk way and pegasus native languages omg it would be cool to learn them all

10. Which character(s) most match your vibe?

lol idk i'm sad and complain a lot so a mix of john and rodney? i really don't know! what do y'all think?

11. What would you do if you found yourself in a time loop/dilation field?

nap. i would sleep so fucking much oh my god. time is fake nothing is real im sleeping for 6 months gn (if i was in epiphany i would've spent the entire time sleeping. the team would've had to come wake me up from my sleeping beauty nap)

12. What would you do first with access to a ZPM?

assuming it's not needed for like. impending attack or something id probably power the fuck out of the sensors and look around for funky little secret rooms and stuff in the city

13. What's your favourite ship?

atlantis obviously. she is perfect and iconic and has literally zero flaws and can do no wrong. (im not even gonna bother mentioning my favourite parining bc. if you follow me you already know lmao)

14. What's your favourite Goa'uld and/or Wraith?

for wraith it's a toss up between todd (obviously 🥰) and the badass punk wraith in vegas. he's so hot oh my god i'd let him murder me 😩😩

15. You run into your robot duplicate. How do you react?

"great you can go to work for me i'm taking a fucking break. come wake me up in two weeks"

[ladydeath-vanserra]

sjm missed out without including things like satyrs or nymphs or centaurs in the Spring Court. Humanoid fae with animal features or woodland features like tree bark outside of Alis and the water wraiths. More fae like Alis or the water wraiths being prominent in acotar pls ok thank u

[h0nkshroom]

🐉

Anthro

EDIT :: DESIGN HAS BEEN CLAIMED!!! THANK U FOR ADOPTING <3

FUNKY PARTY DRAGON 🎉🎉

The song that inspired this adopt : Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games by of Montreal

I didnt mean to get so into drawing this but it ended up much more detailed and bigger than the last ones 😭 I actually took up a lot of insp from the music video for this song!! Its very old but really funky!

[shuttershocky]

shutters do u have any recommendations on risks for baby's first R18? every time i try to beat it, somewhere in my strat or my team selection or even risk selection causes the run to crumble even just midway through and I'd be glad for any advice. thank you so much!

Alright I have to admit I struggled a bit with this ask, because the presence of floating platforms actually gives you so many different ways to tackle this stage. So instead, I'll tell you the biggest weaknesses of this stage that you can exploit, and you can let me know if you're still having trouble.

The most exploitable part of Fake Waves' permanent map is that there's only two ranged enemies, and only one of which is actually dangerous: this guy

Since both the Divers and Sandcastle builders spawn from the same gate, that means if you take care of that gate, all the other enemies are melee. This makes going with primarily ranged strats very strong, as many risks become totally free. -1 block risk? You're never blocking. +Enemy ATK risk? If you take care of the ranged enemies, you're never blocking and thus never fighting. Water no longer slows down enemy ASPD? Again, you're not fighting in melee, so who cares? -Operator Max HP? It's free fuckin points!

Now let's take a look at the map

Without knowing your operators I can't suggest a proper defense for you, but I CAN point out the mechanics of the stage.

The enemy gate encircled with green only spawns delinquents, whose only gimmick is that they have a physical evasion chance when not blocked. A pioneer (they are block-2) can easily take care of the first few ones, then any source of arts damage and you're pretty much done. (you can even put a Caster directly in front of the gate. With the -1 block talent the delinquents can't hit them, and strong casters can kill the delinquents in 1-2 hits).

The yellow gate is where the armored guys spawn from. Both the Dockworkers and Surfing Instructors come from here. Since their RES is so low, you can usually blow these guys up easily with Arts damage so long as you don't take a RES up risk, but heavy physical damage (such as from Heavyshooters like Schwarz and Pozyomka) works just fine on them too.

The red gate is where the only actually dangerous enemy spawns: the Sandcastle Builder (and the diver). As the only ranged enemies in the map, they are the only threat to a blockless ranged strategy. In my run, I simply spawncamped them with Fartooth from across the map, but any solution works, even planting a Marksman on a floating platform should do.

The other gates only spawn Ergates (summer event wraiths) and Beach Buggies as a DPS check. If you don't have enough damage to take them out quickly, avoid any ergate speed risks or risks where water no longer slows down enemy movement speed, you should be able to take care of them without a problem, as they move into the same chokepoint that all the other enemies do (the center of the map).

My own clear involves Dorothy and Goldenglow as the main DPS units in a 7 operator only lineup. Dorothy can lay down traps that deal arts damage and Goldenglow has global range with S3, so they deal with most of the map by themselves. There are many, many other ways to clear this map without much difficulty, and if you're really having trouble use the friend support to bring a Ch'en Alter or Texas Alter who can curbstomp the stage while your units play supporting roles.

Hope this helps!