#the 'pink' part should be self-explanatory

[elinda96]

Pink Clouds

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

LOVE mean!rafe and desperate!reader i need more where they finally become official if they ever do

but i’ll do anything for you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — mdni, p in v, cockwarming, rafe gets softer

summary — after rafe finally starts developing feelings, he decides to take whatever they have to the next level.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is essentially a part 2 to “i just wanna be one of your girls.” please request more!! they motivate me so much more than just free writing. should i keep adding to this series too??

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“tell me you’re mine,” rafe demanded as his big rough hands kneaded the soft fat of your ass. his blue eyes glared into yours while he waited expectantly for your reply.

you moaned quietly when your hips rolled into his and his tip pressed up against your cervix in the most delicious way. “i’m yours, rafe,” you replied excitedly and eagerly. “i’ve always been yours.”

he nodded with a satisfied grin on his face. “good,” he mumbled before leaning forward to kiss you. your hands moved from his shoulders to his jaw as you pressed further into him. he thought the passion you poured into his lips was cute.

when you pulled away breathlessly with kiss-bitten lips, you frowned slightly with tears brimming in your waterline. “but are you mine?” you asked hesitantly. your face was quiet and scared, entirely expecting his answer to disappoint you like it always did.

he thought for a quick second. you were fucking gorgeous, you listened to everything he said, you did everything he asked, and you were completely obsessed with him. what else could he want? “I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

his hands moved underneath your ass to slowly lift you up and quickly slam you back down on his length. you whimpered into his mouth, leaving enough room for him to slip his tongue inside and get you feeling all dizzy.

he began to roll your hips into his own, your clit dragging against his pubic bone and the movement allowing you to feel every vein of his cock. tears began to slip down your cheeks. he fucking loved how sensitive you were.

“can’t take it, rafe,” you muttered against his pink lips. you panted as your walls spasmed around him and tried to push him out. “you’re too big.”

he could’ve swore he’d just fallen in love with you again. “move in with me,” he blurted out. he didn’t even have time to think about the words leaving his mouth. he just knew he needed to keep you safe and locked away where no one could snap you out of your little dream.

you nodded almost instantly. even with glossy eyes and tears staining your cheeks, you smiled bigger than ever. “i want that,” you said happily. he grinned and leaned back against the sofa, allowing you to move at your own pace and do whatever you needed for yourself. “rafe?”

“what?” he asked. there was almost a hint of irritation in his voice knowing that there was more than likely another question coming his way.

you wiped your tears and replaced your hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the way his cock was impaling you. “does this mean we’re, like, exclusive?” you asked hopefully.

he internally rolled his eyes at that. was that really a question? he though it was pretty self-explanatory. he began to think he’d fucked you stupid already without even doing much. “sure,” he said.

you squealed giddily and hugged him tight. he almost began to question what he’d just gotten himself into.

[dyaz-stories]

too many beds || ft. gojo satoru x reader

title is self-explanatory

word count: 1.8k

cw: canon compliant, implied fwb, kissing, suggestive & implied sex, crack treated seriously, fluff, just written for fun honestly

There is no reason that you should be stuck in the Japanese countryside in the middle of the night. You’d planned for this trip, as you do for everything. You had plenty of time, and for the worst case scenario you had checked out nearby hotels you could reach.

The one thing you hadn’t accounted for enough was, of course, Satoru Gojo.

Which means you have no one to blame but yourself because, by now, you should know that that man will not let himself be part of any of your thoughtfully prepared plans. It also means that you’re now following him up the stairs to a tiny inn, lips pressed tightly together as you’re doing your very best to remain calm. It doesn’t help that Gojo looks so pleased with himself, with a little spring to his step as he slides open the door to the inn.

The very old woman who’s sitting behind the counter looks startled, seeing him come in, eyes darting towards his white hair and the bandages that cover half his face, and you pray the ground would open under your feet.

Well, Gojo would catch you anyway, if that did happen.

Ugh.

“Hello ma’am,” he says, leaning on the counter and shooting her his best, brightest smile. “My wife here and I have tragically gotten ourselves lost in this beautiful region of yours.” He elbows you when you choke at the word ‘wife’. “We know it’s quite late, but we were hoping you’d have a room for us.”

“Or two,” you pipe up, and he pouts at you.

“Ah, darling, don’t tell me you’re still mad at me for misreading the map?”

You glare at him, refusing to play his game, but he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against his chest, and even if you are mad at him, even if you know better, his antics always, always get to you.

“It’s fine,” you mumble finally, knowing that even if you added a biting ‘honey’ at the end of the sentence it would only delight him more.

“Um,” the old woman says, looking up at the both of you with knitted eyebrows behind her round glasses, “I’m very sorry, but I’m afraid we don’t have any rooms left.”

“Oh,” Gojo says, turning to face her. “None at all? We’ll make sure to take as little space as possible, you have my word.” Then he leans closer to add, “and I assure you, I pay very well.”

“Well,” the woman considers slowly, “we might have something, but…”

“Amazing! We’ll take it. Don’t worry if it’s the size of closet, I’m sure we’ll make do!”

You roll your eyes, but as she gets up slowly and grabs a key from behind the counter and he turns around to give you a triumphant grin, you still follow.

And man were you right to do that.

Because the way he freezes when she opens the door to a twenty-beds dormitory is absolutely priceless. Nothing could have made up for that — best thing you’ve seen all year, probably.

The twin-sized beds are lined up on either side of the room, facing each other in perfect symmetry, and you have to bite your lip not to laugh immediately. Not only is this the exact opposite of what he was hoping for, you’re pretty sure these beds are too small for him. Oh, this is so good. You’ll need to sneak a picture of him with his feet sticking out for Nanami.

“There you are,” the old woman says, fidgeting with her keys. “I know it’s not ideal for youth like you, but I’m afraid that’s all I have left.”

“Er,” Gojo says, rendered speechless for maybe the first time since you’ve met him. “Are you sure you don’t—”

“Oh, darling, we really cannot look a gift horse in the mouse,” you chime, as sweet as you can manage, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you so much, ma’am, this is absolutely perfect. You must be our guardian angel, because without you we’d be left to sleep in our car!”

A light pink dusts the woman cheekbones, but she scoffs and waves your thanks away with a gesture of her hand.

“That was nothing, that was nothing,” she says under her breath. “I hope you’ll be comfortable here. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning, yes?”

“Sure, we’d be so thankful for that,” you hum, since Gojo still hasn’t gotten his words back.

“You’re an evil, evil person,” he comments once she’s left the room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him, sounding way too cheerful for his taste, as you drop your bags in front of one of the beds. “You’re the one who found us this little gem of a place. Thank you for that, babe.”

He lets out a groan as you fall on the bed you’ve chosen, and he watches how your feet almost reach the end of it.

Yeah, he’s not sleeping in that.

You push yourself back on your elbows when you hear him ruffling around the room.

“What are you— Gojo!”

“Now we’re talking,” he grins as he throws two mattresses in the space between the beds, then two more, for good measure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you hiss at him, glancing at the door to make sure your hostess won’t barge in on him in his bizarre rearranging of the room.

“I’m sure someone as smart as you can figure it out,” he answers as four blankets land on the mattresses, followed by the pillows.

Yes. And you could also figure out how to murder him, if given enough time and enough of reason.

“You’re not going to sleep there, are you?”

He turns to face you, with the cockiest expression known to man — something he excels at, as you must regretfully admit.

“No, we’re going to sleep here.”

“I’ll take the bed, thank you very much,” you deadpan. “It would be rude not to use what’s been prepared for us.”

“Aw,” he teases, walking towards you until you’re right in front of him, and he puts his thumb under your chin to gently tilt your face up. “Come on, you can’t be that mad at me. What would you be doing if we were back in Tokyo anyways? Grading papers?”

He leans forward and even if you are mad, you don’t do anything to push him away when he presses a hot kiss against your jaw.

“We’re supposed to help each other blow off steam, aren’t we?” he asks, breath warm against your skin.

That’s true. It’s what your relationship was supposed to be, strictly about relief, even if it has since very obviously devolved into something that neither of you are willing to address. You let him make his way down your jaw, to your neck, as he wraps an arm tightly around your waist, pressing your body against his.

“I’m not going to forgive you that easily,” you mumble, and it would be a lot more believable if your hand wasn’t already in his hair.

Between two kisses, he lets out a soft laugh, but doesn’t answer you. Instead, he treacherously pushes his thigh between your legs, and keeps a hand on the small of your back to make sure he has you right where he wants you.

Not that you’re going anywhere. It’s not every day you get to have his undivided attention, not every day the two of you get time, instead of fifteen minutes between two classes or before he’s shipped off wherever by the higher-ups. On the rare occasions when you get to spend a night together, you wake up alone more often than not, learning where he’s gone through a note, if he’s left one, or through Yaga, if he didn’t get the time.

So, really, is there this much harm in enjoying what you have…?

He pulls away from your neck, one of his hands shooting up to trace the sensitive skin, as he admires his own work.

“You’re going to have to cover that up,” he says, not sounding sorry at all, “or the students are going to be asking questions.”

Ugh. You’ll deal with that in the morning, like you’ll deal with the fallout of all the other obligations you’re not fulfilling by being here with him. Instead, you grab the collar of his jacket, and pull him down against your mouth.

You get to enjoy a small whimper of surprise, one you receive as a badge of honor — it’s not everyone that can catch the great Satoru Gojo off-guard. It only lasts a second then, and then his grip tightens on your waist, bringing you closer as he flexes his thigh so it rubs against your core just right. You’re about to abandon yourself wholly into the kiss, because what point is there in pretending when your body is molding itself into his so perfectly, when your hips are already rocking back and forth into him, when your lips are parting to welcome his tongue, when you realize you’re losing your balance.

A second later, you’re both landing exactly where he’d meant to get you all along.

On the damn mattresses he’s gathered on the floor.

Above you, with one hand next to your head so that his body doesn’t crush yours, he has the nerve to smile.

“See, it wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” he says as he reaches up to get rid of the bandages. There’s his usual nonchalance in his tone, but it’s undercut by a certain urgency, which you think has something to do with the fact that you feel how hard he is against your thigh right now.

Even if there wasn’t, you see how wide his pupils are when the bandages fall. By now, you know him well enough to be aware that he only removes them when he’s truly riled up and wants to see all of you.

“Fine,” you relent, “I’ll stay here, but on two conditions.”

He tilts his head to the side, amused. You both know that you’ve already given in anyway, but he’ll let you pretend that you still get to make the calls.

“What are they?”

“Number one, you’re not going to let that sweet old lady walk in on us here in the morning. I don’t care if you wake me up at dawn, she’s not seeing that mess or— or anything else when she walks in here.”

He laughs. He wouldn’t care, that’s for sure, but it’s kinda sweet that you would.

“Done. What’s number two?”

Your cheeks burn, but you refuse to avert your eyes. Instead, you stare directly in his.

“Make this worth my while.”

His eyes widen, and for a second his smile falls as he just stares at you, all sweet and bashful under him, for him. When the smile reappears, it’s hungry and wolfish.

“Oh, trust me. I’m planning on it.”

hope you enjoyed this silly little thing lol. i want to write a 'there was only one bed' piece for nanami, but this trope was too much fun with gojo, sooo, there you have it! please reblog and comment my work to support me and let me know if you'd like to see more of it! i appreciate any and all feedback, and comments are what keeps me motivated and writing

you can find more of my gojo x reader here if you're interested

this reader is the same as in open the blinds, let me see your face (angst) and say my name and everything just stops (smut)

[synergysilhouette]

10 Disney hot takes/unpopular opinions (Part 7)

I'm sure the title is self-explanatory. You know the drill! Check out part 6 here.

Phoebus is Disney's best main-supporting character--I know I stated this objectively, but obviously "best" is subjective. I always appreciated his kindness and strength, and while he doesn't really grow in viewpoint since he always has a strong moral compass, his allegiance changes, and we love to see it when a good guy stops working for the bad guy! Only wish he got to sing.

2. Aurora's dress is the best Disney princess gown--I think it's because of the uniqueness of it; the sharp elements instead of rounded aspects, as well as the pink color (which helps her stand out; blue pits her against Tiana, Jasmine, and Cinderella). Plus I love when merchandising gives her a blue AND pink dress.

3. Eric should've sang in the musical and he and Ariel should've gotten to talk after the battle--I'm glad other adaptations (the live-action remake, the Broadway adaptation, and the anniversary special) have fixed the singing part, but I do feel like it was a missed opportunity to not have Eric sing in the film. It's kind of disappointing actually that it's actually other characters who sing most of the songs rather than the main character (who only gets 1.5 songs) and her love interest. Plus I always wished we got a reconciliation scene between Ariel and Eric rather than a "back to square one" approach they did.

4. I think Disney could get away with more (censored) violence--Kind of an oxymoron, but what I mean is that "Pocahontas" and "Mulan" got away with violence in a way that was still digestible for a younger audience. Not saying that every Disney film needs a lot of violence, but when violence is warranted, they can do so by getting creative with how it's shown, rather than it being offscreen or skipped over.

5. Mirabel should be a Disney princess--I know some people see the DP line as kind of elitist and only admitting "a certain type" of heroine, but aside from adding diversity to the line by being the first Latin-American princess/first South American princess/first Disney princess with glasses, she's also a well-written character who's personality and heart makes her join the line without feeling like she's just there for the sake of optics.

6. "If I Never Knew You" is the greatest Disney love song--I've said it before, but not on a hot take post. It stands out as a song that isn't about the sweetest moments of love, but the darkest elements and consequences of love. Not saying I want the next Disney couple to have a sad ending like Pocahontas and John Smith, but a love song when all seems lost is really unique, and I kinda wonder if this song would've won an Oscar if it had been included in the final cut.

7. We need more complex stories with complex antagonists--I feel like Disney has started telling more complex storylines with "Frozen," "Zootopia," "Big Hero 6," "Encanto," and "Raya and the Last Dragon," and I want them to continue to. Obviously you want a story with a happy ending and something to please the kids who may want something uplifting, but that doesn't mean you can't have more grey-area movies with the protagonist having to change/grow their perspective, and the antagonist not necessarily being a villain.

8. "Tangled" is the wrong movie for Disney on Broadway to be working on--While I understand that it's a popular film, there are renaissance films that should've gotten that treatment before, as well as "Moana" and "Encanto" feeling like better ideas, especially in order to capitalize on their viral impact.

9. "Frozen 2" has the most (emotionally) impactful soundtrack of the Revival Era--I've thought a lot about this, but while Disney always has an emotional song or two in their musicals, "Frozen 2" is an emotional journey from start to end; even the fun songs like "Some Things Never Change," "Lost in the Woods," and "When I'm Older" have a profound meaning to them, a sense of change that Disney should've brought into the 2020s with them. While I found the film narratively clunky, all of the songs (even the ones I wasn't big on) still left me with a feeling of fufillment, like I had just went on an amazing journey of self-discovery. Mature movies like that usually aren't musicals, so I'm glad this was.

10. The Bronze Age is one of my least-favorite Disney Eras--If you know my channel, you know my opinion on animal-centric films; not a fan, with "Zootopia" being an exception because I loved the plot AND they were somewhat human in the world/setting. Almost all of Disney's films during this era were animal-centric, and none of them were good enough for me to be engaged. And while I find "The Black Cauldron" underrated, I do kinda wish Disney had made it a musical instead.

[secretarysong]

some screenshots from fiddling in nsr with reshade & unreal engine unlocker

more underneath because this is a PRETTY long post

(all screenshots are 1920x1080 assuming the resolution isn't butchered when i upload this post🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏)

lately i've been messing with the post-processing & pointlight function in combination with ReShade... aaaannd (being the absolute sucker for ingame photography that i am) i MIIIGHT have spent hours taking cool shots of my favorite places in vinyl city for the sake of sharing 'em

the main things i utilize in these pics are the light intensity sliders ... not an expert on it yet HOWEVER it's a bit self-explanatory; by 'ingame light' it means. like. it changes the value of the actual built-in light sources as opposed to my screen's contrast & brightness etc, which is instead (part of) Reshade's job. see the 3 pictures below:

screenshots in order: (UUU + reshade | UUU only | no changes)

i get to the pointlight stuff (with eve!) a little later but for now here's

mamak / pre-festival plaza

akusuka

natura / natura concert hall

evenfall gallery

after i took these, i went into eve's bossfight expecting abooutt the same but i ended up stumbling across something pretty cool; turns out if you drag the indirect lighting towards 0 the gallery's pink-and-white walls fade to black! i don't know why it does that but i think it's really cool

then i tampered with UUU's pointlight and made my own light sources...

...turns out if you attach the light to the camera it STAYS attached throughout vanilla gameplay & cutscenes even if you toggle the freecam off. which i guess i should have expected because it's literally the same camera (just unanchored) but it still surprised me

that's it for now... but ONLY because i hit the image limit... Stay tuned 4 more screenshots from other districts + approaches + boss battles YAY

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Legend Edition

Okay, so the Ravio ficlet is fighting me tooth and nail rn but I offer this instead @lovanmari @angry-trashcan @wayfayrr

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly, a solid 7.8/10. Like, he has a general idea of what he's doing, but still needs some instruction every now and again. But he's the best at massages. You didn't hear it from me, but if you flutter your lashes and ask really nicely, he'll be at your mercy for whatever your heart desires <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Look...This is one Link that I can safely say it's not his freaking hands. It's his fingers. He loves what their capable off, both with a weapon and without. Especially when it comes to taking apart his lover over and over again. Just to see those sweet expressions, just to hear those orgasmic noises, just to experience pure bliss in taking his partner apart at the seams.

On his partner? I could lie to you guys and say he doesn't have one. Or I can tell you about how he drools over a good set of cheeks. (not face cheeks). He loves watching his lover's ass just bounce and ripple with every smack he lays against it. Even better when he wears his rings and leaves a pretty little welt behind as a reminder of him <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh he's loves backshots. You know why? Because he gets to cum all over his lover's ass and watch it drip around the curve. And he's got thick cum, I just know it. I just know it's thick and the perfect consistency to drip down in perfect little rivulets down your ass then your thighs.

Don't get him wrong, he also loves cumming deep inside of you, only to then finger it back inside your dirty little whole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is so open to a threesome with Ravio. I HAD TO GET THIS OUT THERE I'M SORRY-

Should his lover bring it up, because he'd rather drown himself than do it himself, he would agree to a threesome with the merchant faster than his lover could blink.

Is totally open to fucking into his lover while Ravio fucks him from behind. That's the thought of the night, your welcome :)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say he's one of the more experienced(?) Links out of the bunch? I think he went on a bit of a spiral after Marin and just took every lay he could get to get his mind off her. Little bit of a slut tbh-

That's okay, he stops when he meets you <3 Then he's your slut <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ooh so many. He likes them all, but obviously anything that gives him access to your ass. Doggy style has a place in his heart for so many reasons. One) He can smack and play with your ass whenever he wants. Two) He can bend over your back and fondle your chest and pull at your nipples whenever he wants. Three) He can mark up your back to his hearts content without worrying about the others seeing the marks.

10/10 position in his humble (Correct) opinion.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Have you met this man? Him goofy?

Probably fnofnbf. Drops a snide/sarcastic remark just to get his lover's mind off the intrustion entering their body (I hate myself <3). Anything to get them to smile up at him with that dazzling smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HFIOHFF I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE. No. Carpets do not match drapes. In fact, drapes are strawberry blond and carpet is PINK. His dick hair is pink. sorry to burst y'alls bubbles. Not even a little. He is practically barbie bushed. But it's well groomed! Trimmed and orderly because it it's not it gets itchy and makes him cranky.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, he just wants to please his partner. If they want intimacy, he's giving them intimacy. He'll be the most romantic partner his lover has ever seen. Or, if they would rather him spit in their mouth and slap them around a bit, he's doing that too. Maybe they just want him to call them his 'Perfect little whore.' to get that perfect mix of both praise and degradation. He's doing it all. <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does it a surprising amount. Now, HEAR ME OUT- don't leave yet. He's got a crazy high Libido. One would even say it's comparable to a rabbit's. Either way he's constantly going and going and going. And his partner needs a break. So if he has to hump his hand to the thought of them, then so be it. He's willing to give them a break, if only to know he can go twice as hard the second he get's his hands on them again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Goddess above where does one begin-

Huge corruption kink, breeding kink, loves to tie his lover up, totally into temperature play, loves marking up his lover with welts and bite marks, cockwarming, spanking, degradation, praise, brat taming, predator/prey play (I'll let you decide who's who in that scenario).

He's open to exploration and will try anything at least once. Anything his lover wants <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wants total privacy. Look, I know I said he'll try anything at least once, but if it's something huge he needs to be alone with his lover with the amount of vulnerability he's gonna show. If exhibitionism is the thing he's trying, he's going to need a lot of convincing and you're gonna need to start slow. Maybe not locking the door one time or leaving a window open. Things like that.

Just take things slow and he'll open up to other locations. Number one is still his house though. Ravio can join go take a walk after being (s)exiled.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh anything. Like I said, fucking like rabbits. You breath in his general direction and he's sweating, doing the good ol' horny grip on his pants and thighs and praying you don't notice. Has to take a walk after that. Maybe settle behind a tree for a solid tug-and-rub.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Honestly? Probably absolutely against watersports. Idk i just can't see him being into it no matter what. Gives him the absolute biggest ick.

(loves making his lover squirt if they're capable of doing so though)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he prefers receiving. He's absolutely fantastic at giving, like holy shit give this man a medal. But I think he prefers watching your eyes water as you try to take him all in one good. Loves feeling your throat constrict around him. And if you fondle/ finger yourself while doing so, looking up at him through your lashes?

He'll fuck your face. And he won't be nice with it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I'm sure the rabbit jokes are getting old at this point, but you need to understand how important that side of him is to me.

Anyway, absolutely fast and rough. Jackhammers into his lover, absolutely scrambles their brain because just listening to them babble is so hot to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Will do them every chance he gets. He is so down for a quickie and he's good at them. He's rocking your little world with the ten minutes he has.

Since you have to be quick, he can't spill all over your ass, so this little bastard obviously has to cum inside :) And then he expects you to hold a straight face while dripping his cum :)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, down to try anything at least once, but he may have to warm up to the idea. Just take it slow, baby steps, and let him warm up to the idea. Let him take the lead. He'll do anything you want after that <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

...OKAY- I WON'T SAY IT BUT KNOW I'M THINKING IT.

He has stamina for DAYS. Can't stop when he gets going. Like he gets straight up sexdrunk. Pussydrunk/Dickdrunk idk (I read the term in a Leon Kennedy x Reader fic and that's now how I'm describing all of the Links thanks) He's that. He's just so into it that he cannot stop. Your gonna have to stop him and pull him away man.

Although, you don't have to <33

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely uses toys. He sees them as a partner in crime rather than the enemy (As he should) and uses all sorts just to see what happens because of it. Remember that temp. play thing I mentioned? Loves using different tools, running them along your skin just to hear you cry out or jut up into him, shivering.

Also, probably loves plugs with a little tail on the end. A bunny tail-SORRY YOU HAD TO KNOW THAT WAS COMING-

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease. He is absolutely loves making you beg for him. Loves feeling you make a mess all over yourself, and by consequence himself, only to pull away at the very last second. Actually. now that I think about it, he's so into edging. And the second your on the precipice, he'll push you over that ledge, but instead of staying with you and carrying you through that high, he's ruining your orgasm and laughing in your face.

Only to do it all over again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not overly loud...unless your sucking him off and playing with his balls. He's just a mess. I mean, he's crying out, whining, whimpering your name. Just broken. A broken little man.

When he's hitting it from the back though, it's not so much noises, but words. Legend has a FILTHY fucking mouth. Like get this man a bar of soap because the words he utters? Pure filth hidden in the perfect little tone, meant to make you shatter underneath of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Absolutely loves dumbifying his lover. Loves just turning them into the perfect, mindless little toy for him to use. Their mindless little cries as he just destroys them? Drive him up the wall. Their sinful whimpers as they reach for him, pulling him as close as possible as he carves his place into them?

Fuck, he's going feral just thinking about it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's packing an average six inches, seven when hard. Average girth as well. You know what's not average about him though? He's got the best curve to his dick. And it's all natural. It hits the perfect spots every time, no matter the position. And, when he puts his mind to it, he can make it feel thirteen times better. He's brushing against those spots without really trying anyway, but now he's hitting them, dead on, every single thrust.

And he's got nice balls. Suck 'em a little. He'll cry. In a good way though. :)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. There is never a moment he's not down to do that devil's tango. He just hides it well. He has the trauma to have a damn good poker face and uses it all the time. He can't have all his thoughts on full display.

You know...Thoughts on bending you over his knee and just smacking those cheeks of yours, turning them a cherry red and watching the flesh ripple. Of making you cry and cling to him, begging him to stop while also pleading with him to do no such thing. Yk. Casual things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't sleep normally let alone when his lover is displaying such vulnerability in his presence. He has to protect them! He needs to be there just in case. He's their first and last line of defense.

He's not sleeping until he's absolutely certain it's safe for both of you.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

NSFW - Alphabet - Charlie Walker

warning : +18, Minors don't interact , it's getting steamy under the cut

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex)

°It all depends on how the night went. If he was allowed to have you all to himself, he will treat you like a goddess - he does that as well. You don't even have to say it and he will bring it to you, cuddle with you, clean you up or tell you with pink cheeks how good you were to him.

°But if you could have him to yourself, which happens quite often because he naturally gives himself to you almost every night. He will still be there for you, while you reward him with words of praise, he will snuggle up to you, pull the blanket closer to you and be happy that you are there.

°Be prepared for lots of cuddles, kisses and affectionate gestures.

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B = Bodypart (their favourite part of you and them)

°Charlie always thought he was quite pretty, even though he never compared himself to the athletic athletes. He always thought of himself as sweet and rather lovely. If he had to choose, it would be his hands. Whether he would put in a new DVD for the Stab film. Or finally being able to touch you, to feel you. The beauty of your body. That he could embrace you, simply feel you.

°Your body, on the other hand, your whole being is a temple. But even though he loved you completely, it was your breasts that he liked the most. Egall if he watched how your breasts pressed against a tight dress. When he embraced you and felt you pressed against him. When he touched you and how soft and shapely they were under his hands. Or when they moved up and down when you rode him. They were perfect.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°At first he was a little unsure if he should really come. I'll get to this inhibition and what's behind it later. But when you told him that you were using contraception, there was no stopping him.

°He loves to come inside you when you allow him to take the lead. How he knew and felt how you felt inside.

°It almost seems like something special when he pulls out of you and watches completely fascinated as his cum flows out of you.

°,,So...pretty for me"

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°A rather open secret of Charlie's is being dominated by you. Since you were in a relationship, this has been a half secret. Listening to you while he kneels in front of you, what you would do to him. The way you'd touch him. He's melting away.

°A fantasy that had stayed with him since he first held the knife, along with his love for the camera. He loved the thought of committing murder, seeing your body covered in blood, your naked body reflected in the camera lens, and you practically making a porno together.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°We all know he was a virgin when you got together. But so were you and together you changed that. One of the most important things to him was the physical contact he had wanted for so long.

°But Charlie was a quick learner and too much of a perfectionist when it came to learning how to make you happy. In no time he knew what to do to give you a perfect night and an incredible orgasm.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = As mentioned before, he loves it when you are literally all over him. When you're riding him, setting the pace, pleasuring yourself and him, when he places his hands on your hips and thighs. Feeling you move, watching your body, listening to your words of praise as he whimpered in response to moans. How your hands ran over his chest and scratched as you came closer to your orgasm.

°Missonar position = A perhaps simple position but when he felt more dominant and you wanted to have him over there was almost no stopping you. Besides the endless praising and thanking words that came over his lips when he shouldn't kiss you. His hands would run over your body when he wasn't supporting himself, massaging your breasts and lightly pulling your hair to elicit even more sounds from you.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°If it's a more serious night, so to speak, where he's giving himself to you and the pure pleasure of the fantasies comes first, Charlie is more serious. For him, making love to you is a very intimate thing, of course a gentle smile of gratitude from both of you is to be expected, but jokes or remarks will be refrained from. Unless he is looking for punishment.

°If it's just quiet, loving sex, there may be a joke or a smirk on one or the other film fact. Which is happily reciprocated by his partner before it ends in a smiling kiss.

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H = Hair (how shaved is they? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°Even before you got together he kept himself relatively clean and shaven. Once he's been dumped by Kirby again and goes into a down phase that lasts a few days, he tends to feel sorry for himself. But even if he gets together with you, it's not a big issue. If you don't care, he'll leave it the way it was before, not to mention he doesn't care how well shaved you are.

°When he's in the missionary position and you move your fingers from his cheek to his curly hair and stroke it, he's not only almost embarrassed, he only gets more excited when you reach for his hair. Whether it's stroking it, playing with a strand or pulling it lightly. He loves it when you play with his hair.

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I = Intimacy (how are you at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Telling you how he feels is not difficult for Charlie, from the very first second you met he confessed nothing but his pure feelings and love for you.

°In addition to the countless words of praise he shows a love especially when you are for each other. With countless soft kisses and little cuddles he is always by your side and never lets you go. He loves to hold your hand and stroke it gently, happy that you are by his side.

°An even more soothing intimate thing for him is when he just lies down on the couch with you after a hard day. Put his head on your lap and slowly fall asleep to your soothing touch and words. When you lightly play with his hair it was one of his favourite gestures to each other.

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J = Jack off ( mastubation headcanon)

°Even before you got together and he lost his heart to you. You were the image that appeared in his head, in his fanaticism.

°His desire for you was strong and he wanted to know more about you. To know what was under your clothes, how soft your breasts would be? How soft would they be? What would you do if you found him jerking off to you? Would you punish him?

°In your relationship, this would turn into more of a teasing for both of you before sex. How far could you push the other person? How much arousal would you allow him to have. He could hardly wait to find out.

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Kink = (one or more kinks)

°Praise kink = It was almost like an addiction that had taken hold of him. Ever since you first praised him, he felt the woolly tingle run through his body before his cock twitched with excitement.

°Mommy kink/fetish = Nothing more needs to be said. Charlie will call you Mommy sooner or later, intentionally or unintentionally. Whether you've agreed to it or not, he's going to call you whatever he wants. Or if you ride him or strap on him and practically fuck him silly and he calls you Mommy. It will happen and with red cheeks and a look of shame it will tell you.

°Pegging = As I just said, Charlie is yours and pegging is one of those things you're going to try out in the relationship. But it becomes clear more than quickly that he's reaching out to you almost devotedly. He begs you to fuck him faster and makes the sweetest noises under your touch when you pull him up by his hair.  When his strength leaves him after he has already had several orgasms and you continue to fuck him. There is nothing better for him.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

° The bedroom there is nothing better for him than his own four walls of the living room. When the click of the lock is heard and you are together, he feels safest. Knowing that it's just the two of you.

°An open place, something he would risk. A cinema. In the back row together in a bigger couple's seat. Barely paying attention to the film as your hand slowly moves down Charlie's trousers and he quietly leans in to let you come.

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M = Motivation (what turns you on)

°Praise = Whether it's just a quick word, a sweet wooing or straight up teasing. Just one word past your lips and Charlie would turn red and hard. And if it was at school, he'd almost hide behind his hair and watch his shot silently, knowing what would happen once you were in his room.

°You = It may be strange, but seeing you, whether it's at the film club, at a friend's house or at school. Knowing that you are together and his heart is yours and yours is his. There is no more perfect image for him. Than just having you.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do)

°Threesome/Orgies = The subject of sharing whether he shares you or you share him. It was something Charlie didn't like in thought and execution. It would be something that would make him nervous. Too many people touching him that he didn't know. But something in him resisted, he didn't want to share you, of course you were his first priority and maybe he would try it but for him it was a no go.

°He would never be able to hit you. Hair pulling is easy. But hitting, even if it was just a light slap, he would feel terrible doing it.

°As mentioned before he would try everything once and you would try it together and if he doesn't like it or you don't like it, it will be respected and that's fine for both of you.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°Charlie would always satisfy you orally one word from you and he would be on his knees in front of you moving up your leg with light kisses. Leaving marks on your skin and telling you how good you are before he finds your centre and gives you the best experience, satisfied when you push yourself towards him and your hands find themselves in his hair.

°,,You're always so good for me...my gorgeous Mommy"

°When you spoil Charlie he is almost embarrassed and asks a thousand times if it is really ok. Before you gently push him down on the couch, kiss him eagerly, leave a smooch mark on his neck before you undo the button of his trousers and see his aroused cock running with pre cum. You know exactly how to move your fingers to make him beg. Teased to elicit a whimper. Before he moans pitifully and his fingers go to your hair when you take him in your mouth.

"Ah...please-please so good-so good to me."

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Charlie will always be gentle he couldn't help you. When you ride him he adapts to you. If you do it gently and slowly, he has time to look at your body as if you were the only important thing in his life, which you are.

°If he takes the lead and you ask him to be gentle, he will be. Giving you what you want and being validated by your words of praise. Gentle with every thrust, kissing you, tasting you and just feeling you.

°If you want it fast and hard. One word and Charlie will do his best to satisfy your desire. With every lustful sound he elicits from you, your hands scraping his back, he only becomes more emboldened.

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes and no. Charlie loves to take his time, for one thing. Giving herself to you, appreciating and exploring each other's bodies. Slowly getting there when you're both finally in bed and giving in to the pleasure. To do whatever you feel like doing.

°A quickie when you might be at school before class starts. In the film club room and no one is there. Maybe on the tables or the floor, in the storeroom with all the props. A small part of him may even want to be caught. To show the others how much you love each other.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°As with the quickie, I think he would risk sleeping in a few open places. Dare to break the rules and cross a little line. When he sees how excited you are, and he himself. It would be something new, exciting, almost like being caught in a horror movie.

°He would risk it too, maybe even hoping you would tease or hint at him in public. Before the two of you disappear into a room at a party, leaving the door unlocked and almost hoping he'll get caught so he can show his love to everyone.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°Charlie Walker is by no means a top athlete when it comes to that. But as a ghostface to stalk his victims, he's almost phanatic about it. Likewise, when he sleeps with you, he's got an eternity of time and stamina to give you lust.

°Especially if you've already teased him during the day, given him looks, bent over the table one too many times and showed him your breasts in a lacy bra. Believe me, he will be gentle but still respectful of you all night long.

°Only when you use your mouth and have him to yourself will he come for you with astonishing speed. You know what you have to do to make him come.

°,,If you keep doing this-ah then..."

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Camera = A camera is not strictly speaking a sex toy but something in him is completely fascinated watching your homemade porn and experiences. The way your body surrenders wonderfully to the camera or he sees himself as you tease him almost lovingly. And when you're not around, he simply takes one of the videos as a template instead of going on the internet.

°Blindfold = Something he uses on you to give you a new experience. When he gently kisses and lightly bites your body. Filming you moving under him. For him there seemed to be no greater loving gesture than to grasp your hands and hold them to his chest. Confirming how excited he himself is. Charlie would also let you put the blindfold on him when you ride him. Make him wait on the bed beforehand and start teasing him. He's in heaven.

°Knife = Again a rather shady sex toy and it would depend on whether he was sure you suspected him of being Ghostface. Regardless, he would use the knife with extreme caution, he knew what it could do. But whether he dragged it across your body leaving red stripes or you pressed it to his throat. Always with the thought that you had him under control. A stirring feeling.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Charlie when he feels like something riskier will give you the most submissive looks as well as light touches. A little touch on your fingers, your hair, your breasts as you walk by. Maybe he'll even text you and tell you he can't wait for the break to have a quickie in the film club room.

°But the way he teases, so can you. And Charlie blushes so fast all you have to do is look at him and he'll get hard and snuggle up to you. You'll hear him inhale hastily and whimper softly as you whisper to him how good he was for you last night. His cheeks would instantly turn pink and a small embarrassed smile would come to his lips.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°As mentioned earlier, even if you tease him, he would want to whimper and give himself to you. When you ride or dominate him he will make the most noise. Moaning, whimpering and pleading are the most submissive yet sweetest sounds that come from his lips.

°Even if he is the top part he will be loud especially in the bedroom his moans and praises will be the loudest you will hear from him.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°An image that would never leave his head was the first time he saw you. In the summer half term you came to school and when he saw you in your light summer dress and he could swear that he could see your light panties. Especially when he masturbated to them it was the image of you. Whenever you wore it afterwards he couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks and instantly felt his pants tighten.

°Another incident in your relationship one night he would remember. Was a Halloween party. He in his Michael myers costume without the mask you insisted on seeing his handsome face. He almost choked on his beer when you came out in your skintight nun costume. Not to mention when he saw the collar and leash in your hand. A new Kink was definitely activated that night.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°Under the little happy trail that's the same colour as his hair, I'd say he's about 15cm/5,9in long and so wide that it can grip around it, even if your fingers are almost touching. The tip is definitely a light pink like his cheeks when he gets nervous. As well as the veins that are already visible when he's aroused.

°Even if you don't have much time together because of school or work. He knows that your eyes have almost stared at him more than once, your eyes were on his middle. And something about it made him proud to know that he was enough for you, that you thought of him when you touched yourself.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

° A realtively high one. The years he was single, only used as a plaything by Kirby, definitely made him look for a girlfriend. So after you take your relationship to the next level, like teasing, it doesn't take much for him to become needy.

°Too often he finds himself daydreaming about you and the things you could do. The things you've done before he even notices how his pants are getting tighter and catches your knowing look. No one has to wonder why the film club is locked during the break.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°It depends again on how the night went. If he has been pushed to his limits, you have teased him for a long time and taken care of him. He'll fall asleep quickly after you're done, more from exhaustion than anything else, but he'll still make sure you're okay.

°If he is the active part he will be tired and exhausted but wait until you have fallen asleep. Holding you and telling you movie facts and stories while you snuggle up to him and only then will he fall asleep.

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[iztea]

dy have any tips to make your art look less lifeless? I stare at my rendered digital art and everytime without fail i start to rot from the lack of soul in it

ok first of all, I think you might be judging your art too harshly. The only quite literal soulless art is AI art so as long as you create something, there's soul in it. But I understand what you mean. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm best suited to answer this since it's something I struggle with myself, but since you asked me, here are my two cents on the matter

A lifeless look in your art may come from two places: a lack of skills or a lack of message/delivery

Skill-wise, there's a looot you can do and improve on : gesture, dynamic poses, more expressive faces, better color language, strategic line expression, shape language, using color theory to better express a certain mood of a piece etc.

i could go into detail for each point but it would take too long so I'll leave it up to you to google and research things on your own ( or you can shoot me another ask if you want me to yap about a certain technical approach and I'll gladly do so)

but honestly, these are just skills and tools that you master in time. A first step is to at least acknowledge their existence. I want to talk more about the second aspect of this issue: intention. The intention behind your art is more valuable than you think. Art can feel soulless if it doesn't send any message, if it's generic, if there's no emotion behind it or if there's nothing to be interpreted. I'm not saying all art should be super deep or profound to hold value of course, but i often feel like this is a rather neglected part when discussing art. We sometimes get so tied up in the technical aspects like rendering or anatomy but the truth is, a general audience (aka the people who will see your art) doesn't give a crap about the technicalities. They judge something at face value and the first thing they look for is the /message/. What is this painting about? Who or what did you draw? The second thing they will look for is connection. When they can relate to the emotion conveyed or the subject matter, the experience becomes more rewarding and engaging. The same applies to the artist. Creating something meaningful and personal often leads to a greater sense of accomplishment. Honestly, skill comes second.

Case in point: why does hyperrealistic art get shit on? It's very impressive technique-wise, yes, you can't deny the artist isn't skilled, but does it express something? Nope, they do the job of a printer which again,. it is impressive but not from an ~artistic pov, just from a skill pov. On the flip side, why do poorly drawn sob stories get so much attention and praise? Because the art triggered a certain emotion (that has overwritten an already untrained eye) and emotions are extremely powerful for humans as we all very well know and it basically makes them ignore or neglect the execution

So, my piece of advice is to draw something that has personal meaning /to you/, that ignites a certain feeling you can't shake ( it doesn't have to be something #deep or sad, laughter and joy are equally valuable so keep that in mind), a certain situation or scenario and I can guarantee your art won't feel as lifeless to you as before. To better express this idea of yours that you now possess, you can now think about the technical side of how you'd express it. For example:

~deliberately messy brushstrokes and textures -> create chaos.

~maybe you're feeling something lovely dovey and soft -> warm colors to express that + brushes with lost edges

~maybe you want to tell a story in a comic format -> focus on calligraphy; shaky lineart gives off the impression of vulnerability; leave whitespaces etc

~something funny? -> goofy facial expressions or lowkey downgrading the quality usually makes something funnier

~Colors ! colors ! colors !!! pretty self-explanatory blues and grays for depression pinks and rainbows for the happy ( or NOT if you're feeling adventurous winkwink)

BONUS TIP: hiding/blocking out/blurring the face of your subject makes the painting feel more immersive. The viewer can relate to the person you're drawing ( "oh he's just like me fr")

There are artists who are insanely skilled but make kinda "boring" art and then there are artists with cool ideas but with maybe an underwhelming execution.

Ultimately, it's a combination of BOTH awesome skills and intentions. Those are my favourite artists. When i find someone who draws something that makes me stare and wonder how tf they drew that while also appreciating how cool the concept is I knoww I hit jackpot. And if they draw fanart of my fave?? bonus points

okkkkkkkkk i yapped for too long sorttyyyyy hope it helped maybe idk

!!!!DISCLAIMER!!!! this is all my personal interpretation and how i view things I'm self taught I've never been to art school or taken any art classes so i might be completely wrong !! take everything with a grain of salt !!

[lady-of-endless]

One Piece fragrance/scent headcanons

Including: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usop, Law, Kid, Killer, Ace, Smoker, Doflamingo, Corazon, Shanks, Mihawk, Sir Crocodile, Buggy, Katakuri, Bartolomeo.

Author's Note: taking a small break from matchups to post those headcanons. I'm a perfume enthusiast and this post is very dear to me. In case you need to get a better idea of the examples, I recommend using the site fragrantica to see all the notes of each perfume. WARNING: Long post.

Monkey D Luffy

He doesn't really bother with perfume but he notices Sanji's and he likes the idea. However, Luffy would go for something that resembles some food, of course, something sweet. Gourmand perfumes work the best for him and for how affectionate he is towards everyone.

Examples:

- Milk by Commodity - The name says it all. It smells like sweet milk with an aromatic and ambery base to make it a bit more than just straight-up milk.

Roronoa Zoro

He doesn't really like the feeling of perfume on his skin when he's training or fighting. However, if he has to choose ( because Sanji told him he stinks), he'll go for something fresh, or something that grounds him that anchors him in a memory that motivates him.

Examples:

-Bleu de chanel - Fresh and woody, simple as that, great for training and slicing up some bad guys.

-Matcha Meditation by Maison Margiela OR Blue Tea by The Merchant of Venice - Those smell like a fresh blend of green tea, something that brings him a memory of his past training.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Of course, he wants to smell good, he says that perfume is a part of an outfit. Goes for attention-grabbing perfumes. However, he only puts on perfume after cooking! He needs to smell the food without any other olfactive distractions. He takes a little pride in how good he smells and he should. Also, he's the one to really pronounce the names with the right accent (If the perfumes are French).

Examples:

- Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier - This one is popular for a reason. It's both sweet, warm and also aromatic and fresh. Plus that lavender note makes you even more drawn to the comfort of his embrace.

- Sauvage by Dior (I know everyone is tired of this one but you have to admit it smells good) - A bit more mature and serious than the first one. It's elegant with bergamot, pepper, wood, and of course, that lavender again so you won't forget his embrace.

Usopp

He wants to smell all cool and great. Can you blame him? Absolutely not. He's going to ask Nami for a recommendation.

Examples:

- Gucci Guilty pour homme - This one is edgy and unique. It's both soft from rose, orange blossom and daring from red chili pepper, salt, and cedar. He gets creative when wearing this one.

- Invictus by Paco Rabane - The name and the bottle won him. Luckily, he likes how it smells. It's much simpler than the other one. It smells fresh, marine, woody, salty.

Trafalgar D Water Law

Not a big fan of fragrances on him, much like Zoro. He thinks it's distracting because of how some smells can evoke memories and feelings. So he'll only wear a basic, masculine scent with nothing striking as unique. He just smells clean, fresh, aquatic.

Examples:

- Kenzo Pour Homme by Kenzo - Sea Water, some white florals, and then musk and vetiver. It is both clean and comforting.

- When The Rain Stops by Maison Margiela - Pretty self-explanatory, it smells like morning rain in a foggy forest. It has pink pepper in the beginning to give some spice to that, it can't be just a perfume that simple though.

Eustass Kid

Here's an interesting scent. Kid's scent usually consists of metal from his prosthetic and from fixing things in his workshop plus something fresh and spicy.

Examples:

- Luna Rossa Carbon by Prada - It's fresh enough to keep him going, metallic, and somehow spicy from the pepper. An edgy perfume. He doesn't care if others like it or not.

- La Vierge De Fer by Serge Lutens - This one is also metallic but slightly more softer because of some white florals. He might wear this when he feels a little more at ease.

Killer

He doesn't go for a bold perfume but he truly wants something unique. He's a man of action so he'll want something that will persist and will be close to his skin.

Examples:

- Phantom by Paco Rabbane - A unique creamy lavender with energizing lemon and hot woody vanilla. Simple notes that become more complex in this combination.

- Most Wanted by Azzaro - Kid got this one only because he liked how the bottle looked but he thought it was too sweet for him. He ended up passing it to Killer who liked it more.

Portgas D Ace

You already know this man smells like fire, spice, and sweetness. Besides, his skin often smells like the sun during summer, like a sunny day on the beach, I don't know how to explain it. However, someone has to teach this man how not all perfumes are all season.

Examples:

- By the fireplace by Maison Margiela - sweet and smokey. It smells like cuddling with someone right next to the fireplace, and that's how it feels when you hug him.

- Under the stars by Maison Margiela - less sweet. Leather, fresh spicy, ambery.

Smoker

He thinks he should smell like something else besides smoke from time to time. Smoker likes to have his coat smell good and he likes to put on perfume right after a shower. He goes for clean masculine fragrances but with a twist.

Examples:

- Blue Moon by Killian (God damn this one is so hot I can't) - fresh citrus, spicy ginger with vodka and musk for a clean dry down.

- Cool Water by Davidoff - It smells like sea water, fresh mint, tobacco of course, and musk again.

Doflamingo Donquixote

Of course, this devil of a man wants to smell expensive and most of all seductive. He's picky with his fragrance. Doesn't get the notion of perfume for different seasons, he'll straight up wear a heavy, sweet, scent even during summer. He doesn't care. He might have a preference for catchy names.

Examples:

- Fucking Fabulous by Tom Ford - This one is sharply aromatic at first and then gets to a seductive vanilla with leather and bitter almonds. Might be smooth and pleasing to some while headache-inducing to others.

- One Milion by Tom Ford - This one fills the room, exactly how he wants. It's a bit aggressive because of the white flowers, salt, leather, and pine. Sweet but sharp.

Rosiante Donquixote (Corazon)

He tends to go for sweeter perfumes as he wants to balance out the cigarette smell that clings to him that might be repulsive to some (not me honey). However, he wants that perfume to be a subtle one that almost gets noticed, he's in disguise after all.

Examples:

-Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford - he had to go for the same designer as his brother so as not to seem suspicious. It's simply a warm vanilla smell with notes of tobacco.

- Smoking Hot by Killian - Another smokey and sweet perfume but more complex. Its sweetness comes from fruits this time and it's accompanied by spicy cinnamon.

(also, the name is way too fitting)

Shanks

Everyone who knows Shanks will say that this man smells so damn inviting and warm. He wears something slightly sweet, just slightly, because he feels the most comfortable. Plus, of course, something boozy.

Examples:

- Angel's Share by Killian - It smells like his cognac, cinnamon, and oak, plus mouth-watering praline and vanilla. No one can resist this one

- Stronger with you by Giorgio Armani - It's like a warm hug that might turn into something more. It's warm, spicy, and sweet.

Dracule Mihawk

An elegant man with a unique taste in clothes, drinks, books, and weapons surely has a unique preference for perfumes as well. He uses something that would go along with his whole aesthetic. He leans more to floral and slightly boozy (wine) notes.

Examples:

-Bloody Wood by Liquides Imaginere - Another self-explanatory one. This is how a vampire would smell, mysterious and romantic. It has red wine, rose and violets, and sandalwood. It's so incredibly enigmatic.

- Side Effect by Initio - This one is heavy. Masculine spicy vanilla with saffron, rum, and jasmine for elegance.

Sir Crocodile

Another fine man with fine taste. Be sure that he's educated in perfumery as well. He has perfumes for different occasions. He might be the one out of all that smells the best. He likes intoxicating perfumes that aren't nauseating but plain seductive.

Examples:

- Herod by Parfums de Marly - This one smells like old money. Warm spicy cinnamon, tobacco, incense, and vanilla. Pretty heavy but so good.

- Black Orchid by Tom Ford - A truly alluring and mysterious smell. It's still warm and also earthy and woody.

Buggy

He likes to smell risky, let's say. Both are risky and alluring. He likes a tricky perfume that is sharp in the beginning and more alluring in time.

Examples:

- Ultraviolet by Paco Rabane, for men - It's an unusual mix of scents. It starts somehow fresh and aromatic from mint and then it gets spicy from pepper and in the end, you get seductive vanilla with moss. This one is clearly not for everyone but anyone can agree that it smells unique.

- Toy Boy by Moschino - This one is also a confusing scent because it starts musky and floral and then it goes into spicy wood and citrus. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea.

Charlotte Katakuri

To put it simple, all of his scent is concentrated on his scarf. It smells like clean musk because he often cleans it and the sugary sweetness from all those donuts he eats. It's a nice smell but a bit nauseating.

Examples:

- Vanille Fatale by Tom Ford - Sweetness with some wood in there to balance it out in case you get too close for comfort.

- Vanilla Sex by Tom Ford - Straight up smelling like a sweet spicy snack that you can't get enough of.

(its name though and Katakuri...ok I'm done talking)

Bartolomeo

He'll try to find out what each Strawhat perfume is wearing or at least copy that scent. But he only picks up those he likes. Jokes aside, he kind of likes smelling overpowering when he gets ready for a fight and warm, and sweet when being around dear ones he admires.

Examples:

- Allure Homme Sport by Chanel - for when he feels bold and ready to fight. Mandarin, mint, pepper, and in the end victorious sandalwood, cedar, musk.

- Black Phantom by Killian - For when he meets his dear ones, to be perceived as pleasant, and friendly. It's sweet but dark chocolate sweet with a bit of rum and coffee, almonds, and vetiver to balance everything.

[r4ikkonen]

You should do an nsfw and sfw alphabet for lando Norris if you haven’t done it yet

NSFW ALPHABET | LANDO NORRIS

A/N Hi!! Sorry I kept you waiting anyway I hope you like this and thank you so much for requesting!🤍

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

- Lando is very passionate and romantic guy, after each sex he makes sure that he gives you the best cuddles and kisses.Sometimes he gets scared if he was maybe too rough with you so that’s his way of making up for it.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

- It’s not a secret that Lando’s favorite part of his body is actually his hair.He thinks that his hair defines him in many ways.His favorite part of your body would be your neck.He loves it how he can just make you moan while sucking on it.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

- He is very tidy and makes sure that he doesn’t make any mess at least not too much mess.He always cums in you knowing that the both of you prefer it more than when he cums on your face and etc.One time he accidentally cummed in your eye and you got a pink-eye so since then he always cummed in you

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

- Lando loves sexting.He feels kind of embarrassed for it but truly he loves it when you send him a risky photo so he has to go to the other room so the other drivers won’t see it.It makes you feel great knowing that you can turn him on so quickly and so easy.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

- Lando is not so experienced actually.In his life he had about 2-3 girlfriends, and it was more like a fling.But with you it’s different.He is dating you so he can make you one day mrs. Norris.As I said he isn’t very experienced but he’s always down for trying something new.

F= Favorite position

- He prefers doggy style over anything.He loves the view from there.Seeing your back makes him crazy.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

- Although Lando is known to be very goofy during sex it’s not like that.Sometimes you would think that he’s mad at you but he’s just focusing on pleasing you and giving you the night of your life.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

- Lando is well groomed, quite trimmed because he doesn’t like having a whole forest in his pants.When it comes to you he doesn’t mind having a little bit of hair over there but he likes it more if you just waxed it.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

- Lando isn’t that rough, only when you ask for it and that’s not so often.On rarely occasions he can grt quite rough but never in a way to hurt you or deovur you.If he had a bad race he tends to get a bit rough and mad.But overall he is very sensitive and romantic.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

- He doesn’t mind jacking off when you aren’t near him.For instance if you guys are in different countries, he wouldn’t mind pleasing himself.He always does it with a hot picture of you.It makes him uncomfortable if he masturbates while watching porn.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

- Lando isn’t really kinky the only kink he considers having is having sex in the car.He thinks that it’s hot because there’s not much space and you guys are basically stuck.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

- The best sex he has is with you in his driver’s room.It’s to ease of the stress he has.He feels very comfortable doing you there on his big orange sofa.He doesn’t mind the hotel’s room too!

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

- Lando acts like an 18 year old, his sex drive is so high.You joke with him telling him that he’s a pervert.This man can get horny just by looking at you.The slightest touch can turn him on.He mostly gets turned on when you wrap your arms around his neck and just look into his eyes.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

- Lando is very sensitive and vanilla, so he would never try BDSM or doing anything that would hurt you.He says that the sex is mostly about you.He tries to make you feel safe and pleasure you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

- Lando can eat you out in seconds, he is very skilled when it comes to that.He prefers fucking over getting a head.But sometimes when you’re on your period you would just casually give him head to pleasure him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

- Lando can last up to few rounds, his stamina isn’t that high.But you two finish up in the same time so it’s not a problem.If he finishes before you he would just make it up by fingering you.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

- He loves quickies and it’s the only time he is fast with you.His favorite quickie location is the elevator.He knows how risky it is and that’s just what turns him on even more.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

- Lando is a goofball so he likes trying out new things and risks.He has asked you multiple times to not use use a condom but you declined even tho you’re on birth control.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

- As I’ve said his stamina is not that good so he can last up to few rounds.Which is enough for both of you, he tends to feel embarrassed by that but you don’t think it’s such a bad thing.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

- Lando knows you have a few of them and he’s totally okay.But however he seems them as his enemies sometimes.He doesn’t like the idea of bringing them in the bed even tho you’ve requested him once.He knows that he is enough for you ;)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

- Lando can sense when you’re horny and desperate.If you’re at some kind of Driver’s gathering or any celebration he can feel that you get stuck by looking at his crotch.He enjoys it.When you take him by the hand and ask him to fuck you he is most likely to tease.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

- Lando can get quite vocal sometimes even tho he prefers listening to you screaming his name out loud.He drops a few grunts and swearwords.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

- You were coming back with Lando from a party.Both of you were quite drunk and when you got into your hotel room he grabbed you by your ass and just threw you on the bed.Both of you quickly got undressed and he made love to you like an animal.At that point you were sure that Carlos and Isa could hear you in the room next door.But you didn’t care.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

- Lando is quite average he has a lot to pack.His size was never the problem since he is about 6 inches.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

- His sex drive is very high at the point where both of you fuck about 10 times a week.It’s amazing how turned on he can get and you love teasing him so much especially if it’s a race day.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

- Lando can get quite tired after sex so he tends to fall asleep in a few minutes but he makes sure you are comfortable and everything before he can relax.

[kastlequill]

nsfw alphabet — krueger

pairing: sebastian krueger x f!reader word count: 4.1k tags: headcanons, established relationship, fluff and smut, descriptions of: blood kink, blow jobs, closet sex, cunnilingus, hair-pulling, mild breeding kink, predator/prey dynamic, public + mutual masturbation, scratching, shower sex, spanking, vaginal fingering warnings: minors dni! gif: shadow0-1 ao3: read here

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Although unused to the concept of sticking around post-sex, Krueger had always been a quick study, especially when it came to things he deemed to be of the utmost importance. And what was more important than your well-being? After the first night you spent together, you’d later confessed that you had struggled to ground yourself without him as a tether. But you’d only needed to say this once because Krueger had internalized every word.

As the weeks went by, you in your blissed-out state of euphoria began to notice the way he pushed back your hair from your sweat-ridden face, whispering in a language you didn’t understand, and the way he had taken to feeding you your favorite snack while you were still coming to. The way he now came over earlier than ever so that there was sure to be enough time for holding you in his sturdy embrace. No empty promises, just pure action. It was one of your favorite things about him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Krueger knew his hands held a special place in your mind, in your heart, and, of course, in between your legs. Before you, he hadn’t much liked his hands, being as calloused and blood-stained that they were. To him, they’d partaken in too much death to be worthy of love, but you had adamantly disagreed and had thus taken it upon yourself to prove to him just how wrong he’d been about them. This triggered Krueger to develop an almost-obsession with your mouth, your lips. The worship you would show his hands, taking time to attend each finger, sucking them into the heat of your mouth, had made a believer out of him. When your lips puffed from the pressure, and when the rim of your reddened mouth glistened with saliva, Krueger felt like he’d finally found enlightenment.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There was something about the act of wasting that rubbed Krueger the wrong way. Maybe it had to do with the food insecurity that plagued his youth, or with constantly being on the move and having no method of holding onto anything, forced to discard useful resources, valued possessions. Regardless of the reason, he just couldn’t stand to see things go to waste. Which might be why he was so intent on ensuring his cum was never reduced to a mere stain on the bed sheets. If his cock was shoved down your throat, Krueger wanted to see you swallow every drop of him then lapped up whatever dribbled down your chin. And if he was buried inside of you, Krueger made certain that his spend stayed right where it should, taking two fingers and pushing back in whatever had leaked out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

What Krueger wouldn’t ever tell you was that he’d had his eye on you long before you had even realized he existed. The first glimpse he got of you was in the mess. You’d been eating a shitty rehydrated burger, had slathered a pack of mayonnaise on it to make it edible. Just as Krueger intended to avert his gaze, your pink tongue had peeked out of your mouth to lick away a dollop of sauce from your upper lip. It had been an innocent act, yet the visual of your tongue coated in white would not leave his thoughts.

For the next month, he brought himself to release with only his hand and the image of you kneeling before him, jaw loose, mouth agape, eyes up. When he finally decided that he’d had enough, Krueger orchestrated your chance meeting, bumping into your shoulder at the shooting range. To this day, you proudly boasted that you had been the one to make the first move. Krueger saw no need to convince you otherwise.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Casual sex came easy to Krueger; low-stakes, no attachments, just pure biology. Plain, simple, and he was good at it too, if his previous partners were to be believed. Whatever the both of you had, though, transcended casual sex. This realm of intimacy was foreign to him. With regards to the physicality of sex, Krueger had the upper hand, for he was a soldier so in tune with his own body that it had become an instrument, rendering him knowledgeable of the exact strings to pluck in order to make another’s skin hum in pleasure. However, the emotions that this communion of two souls evoked? That was definitely your territory, not his. But there was no one he would rather navigate that unfamiliar terrain with than you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loved taking you from behind. Against the wall, with your legs spread shoulder-width apart, with his hands fastened to your soft hips, keeping you in place as he eased himself into you, inch by inch. On the bed, with your face pressed into the pillow, with his stare fixated on the arch of your back, palm occasionally smacking your ass to feel how you reflexively clenched upon impact. Bent over the table, with your arms hanging off the edge, with his right leg propped up just enough to allow for the perfect angle, repeatedly hitting the spot he knew unraveled you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In your opinion, Krueger was hilarious. Some called him unintentionally funny, but you knew that he was well aware of his excellent comedic timing. It wasn’t uncommon for him to utter a sentence so absurd that would, under normal circumstances, make you laugh. But when he was filling you to the brim, the sheer size of him threatening to split you in half, the only noises that could leave your lips were strained moans or unintelligible begs for both more and less. Krueger, however, had no problem laughing at his own jokes during intercourse, and the way your mind scrambled under his ministrations never failed to get an additional chuckle out of him, dark and smug.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Krueger didn’t really think much about body hair, yours or his. It was something natural, so there were very few places that he deliberately trimmed or shaved. Before you’d seen him shirtless, you had anticipated him having an unseemly amount of hair that obscured yet defined his pecs. What you’d discovered spanning the mostly-bare region instead was a tattoo, ink fulfilling the role of hair in how it covered the expanse of skin. In fact, he didn’t have much visible hair anywhere, but the trail of dark blond wisps that thickened as it descended towards the base of him more than made up for what he lacked elsewhere.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It had taken a couple months for you to break through his hard shell of an exterior, but once you did, he bore himself to you in his entirety. Though this had included unveiling his face, Krueger still opted to wear his mesh hood around you more often than not, which was just fine since you’d grown quite used to it anyway. The easygoing romance you now shared had evolved from your sexual relationship as sweeter moments began to integrate themselves with the preexisting passion. If Krueger had your hands pinned down with his own, he always interlocked your fingers together, and if Krueger had you facing away from him as he ate you out, he caressed the dip of your navel, loving its cushion.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Krueger really, really enjoyed watching you play with yourself. The warmth of your cheeks from exertion, the sheen of sweat that glistened on your skin, the crescendo of moans as you gave up on biting your lip to keep quiet—you were art personified. Your back against the headboard of your too-small bed, knees bent and legs splayed open, putting you on display as two fingers dipped briefly inside to slicken them then swirl your swollen bud.

Meanwhile, Krueger sat only a few feet away on a chair perfectly placed to give him the best view of your wreathing form, stroking his length, tip weeping. And as you both neared completion, only then did Krueger make his way over to the bed and sheathe himself in your wet heat with a single snap of his hips. So that when he finally climaxed, nothing went to waste.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If there was one thing he couldn’t get enough of, it was how you sometimes raked your nails down his back like a woman possessed. Oh, Krueger loved it when you turned a bit feral, eyes glazed and unseeing, operating on instinct alone. He would rile you up by whispering a suggestive comment or two in your ear when you were both in public, unable to act. Mark me, then I show you off, yes?

This little dance usually culminated in him coming over, lifting you up against the door of your room, and doing whatever he could to draw your claws out. By the end of the night, you had rendered Krueger’s skin a canvas, a masterpiece of angry red lines, overlapping and multidirectional. For the next several days, he took any opportunity to forgo a shirt around the base, just as much staking his claim on you as you on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For Krueger, nothing quite beat getting back from a long mission and taking a nice, hot shower to rinse off all the blood and gore. One day, however, he discovered there was something that could make this even better: you. Steam intertwined with panting breaths, grunts and moans drowned out by ricocheting water, your palm’s vapor impression left on the tiled wall, smearing with each thrust. It became almost like a ritual, holy and sacred, a cleansing of the body and soul after partaking in the worst of sins.

But while the sex was great, the reason these moments were dear to Krueger had no root in venery. It was what came after—how you shut the water off upon realizing that he had been swept into the shadows of his mind, and how you then cradled him to your chest. You stood on the tips of your toes as he dipped lower, the crown of his head nestling under your chin. A perfect fit.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The adrenaline rush that a battlefield gave Krueger did more than just boost his strength and stamina. Another side effect was how it temporarily put his more carnal desires into overdrive; it was bloodlust in every sense of the word. So maybe that was why the sight of you drenched in the blood of a common foe made his pants feel too tight, too restrictive. Once he’d ensured none of it was yours, concern ebbed away and was replaced by raw need.

En route to the base, he would periodically shift his gaze to look at you through the rear-view mirror, watching how you laughed with the others in the backseat of the Humvee, still high off your recent victory. The splatters of blood on your face had dried a shade of maroon, and the contrasting colors further emphasized your smile, teeth white, incisors sharp. A huntress. Krueger subtly rearranged himself so as to relieve some of the mounting pressure and then diverted his attention to the road ahead, stepping harder on the gas pedal. The sooner you arrived, the sooner he could get his hands on you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Your comrades were under the false impression that Krueger had a thing for choking his sexual partners, that he liked to be in control of how much oxygen you inhaled and how much carbon dioxide you exhaled. They cited his tendency to go for the throat on the battlefield as their evidence, but it was for this very same reason that Krueger would never tighten his hands around your neck, not in the bedroom nor anywhere else; it felt too much like you were the enemy, and he was your executioner. Krueger saw the neck as the embodiment of one’s life source, and he’d sooner turn himself over to the KSK than have any part in snuffing out yours with his war-torn hands.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

That being said, choking on his dick was still fair game. Krueger loved to grab a fistful of your hair and set the pace, slow but unforgiving, urging you to take him deeper, to fit as much of him in your mouth as possible, gag reflex be damned. When your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs and your nose brushed against tufts of dark blond hair. . . Scheiße. You always did such a good job for him, even when tears welled in your eyes and your jaw began to ache.

He was more than happy to return the favor, pushing you up against the wall, throwing your legs over his shoulders, and lifting the edge of his sniper veil to then descend upon you. With your vision of him obscured, the heightened sensation of being split open by his tongue was all-consuming. The way he circled your clit and sucked the puffy bundle of nerves was almost too much for you to bear, eliciting whines born of overstimulation. As for Krueger, he felt only total peace between your trembling thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

In the beginning, Krueger had treated sex like a means to an end, a rushed entanglement of limbs. Until you, that was how it’d always been for him. The first few weeks of your coupling had reflected that previous mindset of hard and fast, but then there’d been a shift. Sure, rough sex was fun and something you both enjoyed. But the intimacy of being face-to-face, of him removing his veil to allow you to stare into his eyes as he did yours, of witnessing every little reaction, brows furrowed in pleasure, lips parted in bliss—it was sublime. Here at night was where the words that had gone unspoken during the day were finally conveyed through a reunion of flesh and bone. Each stroke a confession, and every clench a reassurance.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Though Krueger loved to take his time with you and show you the care that you deserved, he also loved when the two of you collided in an expression of unbridled passion, fast and easy. There weren’t many places around the base that were suitable for a good quickie, but the supply closet on the way to the briefing room had become somewhat of a frequent spot. Last week, he had felt particularly bold and shoved you into the cramped space right before a meeting.

As soon as the door had clicked shut, Krueger had tugged your pants down to pool at your ankles then pushed your drenched panties to the side, just enough to fuck two fingers into you, clasping his free hand over your mouth to muffle the lewd noises you couldn’t contain. Once sure you could take him, he had pulled out his cock, aligned the tip with your hole, and thrusted forward with such force that you’d had to steady yourself against the wall. By the end of it all, you both had entered the conference only one minute late. And if anyone noticed how your hair was a mess and his fly was down, no one had said a thing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Occasionally, you and Krueger would agree to stop by a nearby pub with some of the other operators in celebration of a job well done. It was always dimly lit and loud as hell in there, and everyone paid attention to themselves, to who they were speaking with at the table, to what they were drinking. Which gave Krueger the confidence to rest a hand on your thigh, a possessive move that served a dual purpose. While you sipped your drink of choice, his hand migrated beneath your dress, movement abruptly ceasing at the lack of resistance, the lack of obstructive fabric. You knew that, if you could see his eyes, they would be ablaze with lust. Molten.

Krueger quickly recovered, inserting two fingers, knuckle-deep, and the pace he set was torturously slow, halting entirely whenever you neared your peak. When your comrades asked why you looked so flustered, were you ill, Krueger answered on your behalf as you’d been rendered nonverbal by the now three fingers pumping in and out of your weeping cunt. The glare you sent him only made him laugh.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Krueger didn’t use rounds as a metric for sex; rather, he counted your orgasms. The first was usually the handiwork of his fingers, a kind of greeting; the second was with his mouth, kneeling in supplication, seeking to make you more pliable, more relaxed; and the third was on his dick, where you gripped him like a vice as you shook and your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed. Not uncommonly, you would accidentally wake him in the middle of the night by snuggling closer and inadvertently grinding your ass on his growing erection. Thereafter, Krueger could bring you to the brink a fourth time, possibly a fifth, before sleep took hold of you once again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Originally, Krueger hadn’t seen the use of assistive tools (his words). When he was out in the field, sex became trivial and irrelevant, a distant indulgence meant for a different man. If desire ever arose, he had simply relied on his hand, believing the makeshift fleshlights some of his comrades liked to fuck were obscene.

Walking into your quarters unannounced one night had resulted in him catching sight of you wreathing atop your bed covers with a vibrator pressed against your clit. Your face had burned with embarrassment as you attempted to hide it behind your back, but Krueger had silently grabbed the foreign object before you could get the chance. He had turned it on and off a few times, had watched it buzz to life. Then, he’d crawled onto the bed and picked up where you had left off, your broken keens driving him to the conclusion that perhaps there was some merit to such toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When things got to the point where the two of you were actively tugging at each other’s clothes in the privacy of either your room or his, the time for teasing had passed, in Krueger’s opinion. Yes, the way you begged so prettily, tearing up in frustration when he didn’t immediately do whatever you so desperately wanted, was a magnificent sight, but he wasn’t a very patient man when it came to you.

Before this point, however, Krueger loved a good chase. He liked to give you a head start, to instill in you a false sense of security and the naïve belief that you could somehow outrun him. For ten minutes, he searched for you throughout the compound, though he knew exactly where he’d find you all along. Seeing you scramble from your hiding place in an attempt to make a great escape aroused something primal within him, and he clasped your ankles tightly in his grip, dragging your body closer to him. Krueger, the lion, had caught you, the gazelle, and he was going to spend the next several hours devouring his prize.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Having long since assimilated to the stealth required of a sniper, Krueger wasn’t what you would describe as loud during sex, not even when he climaxed. He did, however, love to talk and thus kept his mouth close by, funneling all the poorly-stifled grunts and groans that you drew from him right into your ear. You had no doubt that Krueger’s filthy words could render the most composed of individuals a blushing mess. How he couldn’t withhold a curse in his native tongue whenever you clenched your walls around him, how he talked you through every blowjob, uncaring of the fact that you were far from a novice at the task. How he whispered his praise then laughed when he realized just a few sweet phrases were enough to have you dripping. So though he wasn’t loud, Krueger never shut up. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Krueger had an eye keener than most, being the excellent marksman that he was. It explained why he could effortlessly pick out each new bruise, cut, and scar that your body acquired, even in the hazy afterglow of sex. Without fail, he could uncover injuries you didn’t remember sustaining and old wounds you’d forgotten about years ago. He would then spend the next half-hour kissing every single one of them while you raked a hand through his dark blond hair. It was sensual, not sexual. It was the epitome of two soldiers bonding over a mutual pain; no judgment, no unnecessary apologies for the havoc that war had wrought. It was a declaration of his intentions to stay and of yours to let him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His skin was riddled with tattoos. There was one across his torso, on his shoulder, on his back; symbols. Krueger didn’t like to talk about them, and you figured they were the result of his time in captivity. Memorabilia of his past, an eternal portrait of his suffering. Now it was your turn to trace his markings with your tongue, leaving a trail of hickeys and saliva in your wake, on a mission to etch love into his skin, a companion to the hurt. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honestly, Krueger’s sex drive had been neither overly high nor abnormally low, just average. When he was in the heat of battle, shooting heavy shotgun shells into bodies-turned-corpses and wiping bloodied knives on his pants in between each throat he slit, the only thing he thought about was his next kill. And when he returned from the fray, adrenaline pumping through hyperactive systems, he took a moment to unwind, stroking himself to a climax, then got right back to business. It was clinical; detached.

Not with you, though. In truth, he couldn’t get enough of you. He was insatiable, but that need also went beyond sex. Being near you was a balm to his soul, your mere presence able to soothe him of a life’s worth of buried ache. Before you, Krueger had never needed anyone other than himself, so he hadn’t quite known how to handle wanting you as much and as often as he did. Never had he experienced a need overlapping with a want, yet here you were, the manifestation of his every desire.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It used to be the case that Krueger refused to allow his mind or his body to slacken in front of you. Slumber signaled that someone was at their most vulnerable, and he knew what happened to those who let their guard down. But with every additional night the two of you shared, he’d been more and more helpless to stop his eyes from fluttering shut sooner and sooner until eventually, he started falling asleep before you, the soft snores that emanated from under his hood serving as your own personal lullaby. The morning after the first time this happened, he had avoided you, furious with himself for such a display of weakness. That night, however, he had again collapsed into your waiting embrace, out like a light.

[brain-rot-central]

NSFW Alphabet

Thank you for the tag, @kittenintheden! This will be in reference to Tavaria and Astarion's relationship, heh.

Tagging anyone who would like to do it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They both take a moment to catch their breath and let the world return to normal around them. They're usually clinging pretty tightly to one another.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Astarion adores her freckles. He loves to trace them up to his second favorite place: her neck.

Tav loves his face. She's never seen a more handsome man in all of her life, though she doesn't remember much from before the Nautiloid. It's a sin he can't see himself in a mirror (before the ascension), but maybe even a blessing. He'd be entirely insufferable, should he actually know how charming he is. She loves playing with his ears as well, and the resulting twitch of his entire body when she does.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Astarion's favorite place is inside, which works out great, because Tav loves to cum on his cock. c:

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tav once cut down an entire row of goblins with such precise skill as they were escaping their encampment. Astarion was left speechless, and oddly aroused. From that moment forward, he realized that he really loves when she's violent.

Tav has a thing for watching the light fade from the eyes of Astarion's victims. There's something oddly erotic about it, how he holds them close against his chest. Almost like that of a lover, only to watch them slump lifelessly to the floor once he's done. She loves the rosy pink glow that spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears even more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Astarion is arguably more experienced than most. Tav's first, from what she can recall, was Astarion. So, not much. Though, she's a quick study.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Astarion loooves missionary. Loves to be able to see Tav's face and have access to her neck. He tends to bite down on the soft column of her throat right as he cums.

She'll never admit it, but Tav really enjoys being taken from behind. The vulnerability is thrilling to her, as she doesn't readily give up her back to most. It's an immense sign of trust, for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Astarion enjoys smoothing rough situations out with a bit of sarcastic humor, while Tav is mostly stone-cold serious. It's not up until she rejects the will of her Father that she begins to come out of her shell, and that's mostly attributed to the murderous urges ceasing all together.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since Astarion is a full-blooded high-elf, he's entirely hairless, save for hair on his head and eyebrows. Tav keeps herself relatively neat, though there are times where she lets her body hair grow out. They are trying to save the world, after all. Astarion doesn't seem to mind much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Astarion is admittedly more forward than Tav. Their first time together was out of pure curiosity for her -- she had her suspicions about him being a vampire, which were confirmed once she saw his teeth poking over his bottom lip. She should have been afraid, sharing a camp with a blood-sucking fiend who could kill them at any time. Though, all she could think about was how this could work to everyone's advantage. A handsome vampire with a silver tongue? Perfect for manipulating and taking out potential targets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's not often that Tav takes care of herself in that manner. She's usually fighting off the urges to slit the necks of those who bring her even the slightest of annoyance. Though if she has a drink or two in her, it's enough to dull the voices in her head so she can hear her body.

Astarion avoids intimacy with himself almost entirely. Though, there's one night in particular when he couldn't avoid it anymore, and sent a few pulses of pleasure through his tadpole connection to Tav. She didn't respond, but he felt better having made her aware of how he was feeling. They kissed the following morning, her asking him how it went.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Tav has an incredibly strong breeding kink. She's not sure if it's because of Bhaal's influence telling her to produce more Bhaalspawn, but it ramps up in intensity the longer she's near Astarion. It doesn't make sense, given he's an infertile vampire spawn, but the urge to create a half-vampire Bhaalspawn is strong. Again, likely due to Bhaal's influence and how powerful their offspring would be.

As time goes on, Astarion realizes he enjoys being teased. A lot. A suggestive glance or two. Tav rubbing her body against him as she passes, feigning "not enough room." It all serves to heighten his interest.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Secluded from the others. Neither of them enjoy an audience unless it's previously agreed upon. Doesn't really matter to them where or when.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Astarion is usually most willing right after he feeds, especially if it's from her. The haze of her bloodloss usually makes sex more enjoyable for her, because again, it helps quell the dark urges.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Tav does not enjoy anything that could be seen as too controlling. No spanking, slapping, being spit on, manhandled too roughly, being tied up, or things stuffed into her mouth -- whether they're fingers or makeshift gags. It triggers a fight response in her, and she's entirely sure Astarion wouldn't appreciate having his throat cut during intimacy. But she learns over time that she enjoys Astarion grabbing her ass while taking her from behind, giving it a few light smacks.

Astarion dislikes being controlled, as well. At first, any touches to his neck would incite instant panic. Being held down, turning onto his stomach, and pulling his hair too tightly would transport him back to the kennels with Godey hovering above him. But as time goes on, he softens to the idea of Tav lightly holding his neck as she rides him, because the pressure against his throat never increases. He never feels starved for air (even though he doesn't need to breathe), and he eventually becomes bold enough to encourage her to tighten her grip around his neck.

They each develop enough trust along the way that some of their no's turn into a conditional yes, so long as the boundaries are agreed upon.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Astarion is incredibly enthusiastic about eating pussy. Tav is a bit more hesitant to giving oral, only because she fears the sudden urge to dismember him will creep forward. They both enjoy receiving, however.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both of them hate to admit this, but they're absolute sguckers for passionate, slow sex. Taking their time to let their bodies do the talking. But they occasionally have the urge to be rough and fast, and that usually ends up being more about a quick release of some sort as opposed to penetration of any kind.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They're not opposed to it, but again, they prefer the whole set up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Both are extremely hesitant to taking risks at first. They barely even speak about hooking up for days after it first happens. But the second time it happens is more spontaneous. Stolen glances from across camp and a short conversation leads them back to his tent once the last head falls soundlessly upon a pillow. They've never had an opportunity to discuss experimentation, even at this point within Sonnet. If the moment feels right, they both go for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Spontaneity is their deciding factor. They're usually a one-and-done sort of couple, but there's an immense amount of build up from start to finish.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Neither is against toys but they haven't introduced that into the dynamic. Yet.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tav plays hard to get, Astarion having to break down her defenses. He doesn't mind, though. He looks at it as if it's a hunt, and he's hardly one to back down from a challenge. Still, she can't help but tease him, if only to watch the way his ears twitch when she says certain words or uses a particular tone of voice. He makes sure to give it to her in earnest later.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion is the more vocal one. He's usually groaning within every sentence he speaks and is more forthcoming with expressing lust. Tav tries her best to muffle her moans within his shoulder or by biting her lip, if she can.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Once they've caught their breath, Astarion thoroughly enjoys carrying Tav into the wash room and putting her in a hot bath. While they were still traveling, Astarion would be the one grabbing her hand and leading her down to a water source of some kind to freshen up. He continued that tradition during his nightly visits post-ascension.

Astarion has his piece of the contract etched into his back. Tav has a small circular birthmark on her right areola.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion's is higher, especially when they were traveling. It's true after a time he asks for physical intimacy to stop, but that didn't hold him from running his hands all over Tav any chance he got. Tav was too focused on keeping her urges at bay to really tune in to what her body wanted or was saying. It's only after, once Astarion returns, that she realizes how much she's always desired him physically.

Tav could fall asleep during, should she orgasm enough. They sap her energy, either by putting her mind at ease or the energy demand is truly that high for an orgasm. Astarion may need a few moments to recover, but he could either fall asleep with her or stay up the entire night. It's entirely his choice.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Literally not a single soul asked for more information about my idea for a Florence + the Machine jukebox musical of Shakespeare’s Othello (because, well, why would they?) but I have a lot of time on my hands so buckle up because you’re getting more information

(If you want to be able to better picture my mad rambling, I'd recommend playing the songs so you know what parts I'm referring to)

Opening number: 100 Years (from High As Hope)

We open on an almost empty stage with Desdemona slowly stepping into the spotlight as she sings the first few lines (I believe in you and in/our hearts we know the truth/And I believe in love and the/darker it gets the more I do); if we want to get super specific she’s wearing a white dress that’s a similar shape to the one Florence wears on the album art because just yes yes yes and also angel imagery for the win and ALSO over the course of the production her dress becomes pale pink or grey and then very gradually gets darker but in fact the nightdress she wears when she dies is back to white again. She does not bleed, people, she is the only character that dies without bleeding (!!!!!!!) and I will never shut up about that. Anyway, she sings up to the repetition of “and never, and never turn to night” with orchestral accompaniment and then when the “Then it’s just too much” line hits and the beat comes in things change. More lights come on and the chorus (wearing all black) move slowly into the stage; they’re tap dancing, creating the beat/ rhythm of the song. As they’re moving in Desdemona seems to show some level of fear towards them, constantly switching focus to see them approaching her on all sides; they represent the inescapability of her being the tragic hero. Notable: Desdemona is performing ballet and maybe some lyrical but I’m kind of imagining her en pointe for a lot of this; the chorus is performing tap. At natural breaks in the music and rhythm the tap dancers freeze in place for Desdemona to dance whilst she sings the next lines. On the second rendition of “then it’s just too much” vocal accompaniment to Desdemona’s melody begins and members of the chorus grab Desdemona’s shoulders and arms to pull her backwards, as she continues to sing she tries to break away from them and they follow her/she falls into other chorus members. They close in on her and she is completely covered until the rise in the music on the next rendition of “And then it’s just too much” when she reaches upwards and is lifted above the group, set down on the same line. The chorus continue to seemingly fight her through the next two lines. Then entrance of Othello comes on “I let him sleep, and as he does”. He does not sing yet. What we’re seeing here is more about Desdemona’s thoughts than it is actual events; Othello enters and takes Desdemona’s hand to briefly dance together, including him lowering her almost to the floor and then snatching her back to her feet again on “my heart bends and breaks so many, many times”. They stand opposite each other for “And is born again with each sunrise” and Desdemona reaches to touch his cheek. Othello catches her hand in the air and holds it so she walks with him as he begins to exit (he is walking backwards) and he sings the repeat of the line, but as they approach the wing he turns and exits alone, abandoning Desdemona on stage to be taken hold of by the chorus again in the following instrumental. For the final verse the chorus join Desdemona in singing but she is still the only main character on stage

Othello and Desdemona Duet: I’m Not Calling You A Liar (I should mention I’m not listing these in any particular order and also I do not have a copy of Othello with me rn to double check that I've got order right so I won't be trying just in case I get mixed up)

Gonna be so honest I feel like if you know the song then this one is self-explanatory, but I would also really love a quiet, sad, short reprise of it in the last scene with Desdemona on the bed reaching up to cup Othello's cheek and whispering "And I love you so much/I'm gonna let you kill me" before she dies

Emilia and Iago Duet: Back In Town

Iago and Emilia are alone on stage. The song begins after the exit of Desdemona at stage left and Emilia, who followed her almost to the wings, is subsequently standing alone at down or centre stage left and does not immediately know that Iago is standing somewhere behind her upstage right. Emilia steps slowly away from where she was been watching Desdemona leave and slowly starts to approach the audience as the music begins, and sings the first two lines believing she is still alone - Never really been alive before/I always lived in my head. Iago steps forward from the shadows and sings the next two lines (And sometimes it was easier/Hungover and half dead) taking Emilia by surprise, as though he is simply stating fact to her and she is forced to nod along and accept them . At this point Iago takes over the song and from now on sings most of it as a solo. He approaches Emilia across the stage and takes hold of her - notably by the wrist, not by the hand, to pull her in as he sings “I’m back in town why don’t we go out?” and on “spin” of the next line twirls her across the stage and straight into him so she falls against his chest and he is holding her up. The choreography continues in a relatively similar fashion as the song goes on; it is a slow dance, they are constantly close together, it is not entirely believable that Emilia wants to be there. To a casual eye it may appear that they are simply dancing together, but when you actually watch them you can see that her movements are always half a beat behind his, and always in the direction that he moves her. He never lets go of her for long, and in the brief moments of freedom that she catches she tries to move away as though it is part of the dance, as though she thinks she can hide her true intent beneath fluid motions that mimic his own, but every time he notices and forces her back. This is both a metaphor for their entire relationship and foreshadowing of her death. By the time he’s sing “And if you get spat on that’s just your big city baptism, you’re the star of the show” it is plainly evident that he is trying to convince her to do something for him. On this line Emilia finds herself with her back pressed against Iago’s chest as they both face out to the audience, his hand raised as though showing her a name is glowing lights, and she follows the movement of his hand with her head and with awe, eagerness, and the slightest edge of terror in her eyes. From here, as the lines continue, Iago turns and dips her slowly towards the floor. Emilia’s leg extends and he reaches his free arm to force her raised foot into pointe/demipointe; she is not committed to this dance, but he will force her to be. On the final lines Iago lifts her back to standing and pulls her close to him, moving her hands so she is clasping them together and he is clasping hers to his chest. He lifts her chin with his fingers so she is forced to look up at him as he sings “‘cause it’s always the same”. Still holding her chin, he looks out to the audience when he sings “I came for the pleasure but I stayed,” and it is Emilia who sings the echo “Yes, I stayed,” not at first looking at the audience but directly up to where his hand is now retracting from where he moved her to. She slowly turns her face towards the audience as they harmonise together for the final words: For the pain. On the final, low beats of the music Iago paces away and Emilia stumbles as she realises that he truly was the only thing holding her up. He exits stage right and Emilia sinks to her knees, watching him - a direct reflection of her watching Desdemona leave just three or four minutes ago on the other side.

Emilia Song 1: What Kind of Man

This will immediately follow on from the one above, thus beginning with Emilia knelt on the stage alone somewhere near centrestage right, looking out into the wings. She will sing the very opening lines exactly where she is, I envision only a very brief pause between these songs, and then slowly begin to stand and brush herself off so that she is ready to start walking towards centrestage by the time she is singing “I’d already had a sip, so I reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it”. She sings alone at first; the stage is dark but for a spotlight on her, the orchestral accompaniment is relatively low to add emphasis to quite how complete her loneliness is in this moment - she is not safe, she does not know what to do, and the one person she can usually confide in and trust (Desdemona) is not only not here but also the very subject of the terrifying questions Emilia must now grapple with. On the higher background notes surrounding the line “and with one kiss” Emilia raises her hands and thrusts them towards her chest as though there is a blade between them, as though these hands belong to someone other than herself. She is both foreshadowing her own death with this movement, in the very pattern that her husband will commit it, and also presenting the image of her very first kiss with Iago being the thing that sealed her fate rather than anything within the content of the play: Emilia was doomed from the start, perhaps arguably doomed by the narrative, because her marriage is not one that she would have ever been able to survive. On that note I would really like to emphasise the youth of these characters so I would probably change “a fire of devotion that lasted 20 years” to “the fire of devotion that’s lasted all these years” so that we don’t get confused and tangled in the numbers of it. On this line (You inspired the fire of devotion/That’s lasted all these years) Emilia looks towards the wing where Iago exited with longing in her expression, but as she turns away her face hardens and her voice gains new vigour for the disgust and outrage with which she spits “What kind of man loves like this?”. And now we get the beat dropppppp. The music swells and gets louder; the lighting change is remarkable - lines spotlights running up and down stage, overlapping each other in places, and through them we can see the chorus moving into place. The slow, balletic movements of Emilia that have been the remnants of the control Iago instilled in her during Back In Town are abandoned completely in favour Contemporary as she paces backwards and the lights settle to illuminate the entire stage. The chorus are two lines of people all in black and Emilia, dressed in either red or grey I haven’t quite decided yet (maybe she is in grey and Bianca is in red??), is at the centre of the front line. The take up various positions with arms raised at strange angles and on the low notes of the background music turn their wrists until the beat hits - when they stamp their feet and snap their wrists into position. (Pls note I am not looking a score of anything I’m just listening to spotify so I might be badly screwing up musical terminology/details but I’m hoping you can gather which parts I mean) All participate in this until the lyrics begin. The “oohs” are sung by the chorus. When the lyrics begin Emilia steps forward to sing them, maintaining the same energy, and the chorus continue the same choreography until the repetition of “What kind of man” begins. As the repetition of these lines begins Emilia paces backwards and the two lines of chorus morph into a crowd that semi-circle close around her back. They grab Emilia on each beat, releasing her in between, and pull her in different directions as she sings (+the chorus are providing vocal accompaniment).At first it doesn’t particularly appear that she’s fighting them but as we exit the chorus to approach “You’re a holy fool all coloured blue” she does; she throws herself forwards on this line and the chorus are forced to relinquish her. She spreads her arms and the chorus are thrown backwards

Damn I just reached text block maximum whoops

The chorus are thrown backwards and spiral out to create a larger curve. Two chorus members take hold of Emilia’s arms to lift her and carry her a short distance upstage as she sings, raising and lowering her within the confines of the line “You do such damage how do you manage?” At the end of which Emilia is briefly lost in the crowd before she appears trying to force her way between two chorus members who are creating a wall in front of her, reaching out towards the audience as she sings “trynna crawl in back for more”. She gives in at the end of this line and sways sidewards as though fainting, caught by chorus members and lowered to her knees as she sings the repetition of the “and with one kiss” refrain. This time she remains on her knees for the first “What kind of man loves like this?” and then bound to her feet and continues to dance for the following. The chorus sing the following lines as Emilia dances I don’t have super specific moves in mind for this but continuing the same energy and the same style, I want everything about this to both vastly contrast and deeply reflect who she was in the previous song. Emilia begins to sing again for “But I can’t beat you/Cause I’m still with you” and the following verse, for which the chorus continue to provide vocal accompaniment. The chorus join her again when the What Kind Of Man chorus begins again. The dance and choreography continue in a similar fashion until the very last line; the chorus exit in a whirlwind and leave Emilia alone on stage as the music dies down to sing much quieter “What kind of man?” She has fallen still, her hands clutched closer to her stomach as though she is already holding the wound that will kill her

Ensemble song with Othello and other solos (maybe even to close act 1??): Howl

Starts with the stage empty except for Othello. The chorus slowly move in, all wearing flowy white costumes. The dance is one of slow, consistent movements during the intro music but on the accented notes they make sharper hand or leg motions before continues the same smooth line much slower as the music relaxes. Othello is mostly still during this but he does pace slowly into centre stage. Desdemona also slowly walks in during the intro, having returned to a long white dress instead of the pink or grey or something like that that she'll have been wearing in her previous scene. She moves very much like the chorus do, whilst Othello moves just as he usually does. Othello takes Desdemona's hands and pulls her in to dance with him as he sings the opening lines "If you could only see the beast you've made of me/I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free". It is very much that Othello is controlling the dance and Desdeoma is following him, an eerie parallel to Iago and Emilia during Back In Town. He spins her beneath his arm on the lines "Screaming in the dark/I howl when we're apart" and she leans back with her weight on one demi-pointe and in the arm he has around her, the othr leg extended. Othello sings "Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart" and leans into her, his other arm wrapping around her so the audience can barely see her. Desdemona drops into him and to her knees, now facing the audience kneeling directly in front of Othello, who takes tight hold of her shoulders and leans down towards her ear as he sings "my fingers claw your skin/try to tear my way in/you are the moon that breaks at night for which I have to howl". For most of this the chorus have been in pairs mimicking a similar dance to Othello and Desdemona, but now they have turned and are watching them, moving slowly closer. When Othello repeats the last two lines his voice is more desperate, clinging to Desdemona whilst she stares blankly out at the audience, barely seeming to notice his presence. On the rising repeat of "howl" the chorus closes in around them and pull the pair in opposite directions. Othello and the entire ensemble sing the word "howl" together. The following two lines are a repeat of this word, during which the dance becomes more rhythmic and Othello and Desdemona are moved to face each other on opposite sides of the stage. Though the chorus still appear to be attempting to separate them, they sing to each other across a gap that has formed down centrestage and are fighting to reach other. They exchange lines of the next verse as follows:

Desdemona: There's no holding back

Othello: I'm making to attack

Desdemona: My blood is singing with your voice

Othello: I want to pour it out

Desdemona: The Saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound

Othello: I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground

During this exchange they break free and meet in centre stage, taking up a dramatic dance that is mostly in hold. However, Desdemona pulls away from hold on her "The Saints can't help me now" line, and Othello draws her back in on his. Desdemona steps forwards, as though telling the audience, when she sings "like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins". Othello grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her in, leaning over her almost as though he would go to kiss her neck as he sings "I want to find you, tear out all your tenderness". Desdemona throws herself free as both of them sing the repeated "howl" lines, joined again by the chorus, but this time Desdemona's voice can distinctly be heard differently from the rest because she is not singing from any kind of power or passion but from genuine terror. By the end of this chorus Othello and Desdemon are in an almost violent dance together, half in hold and half out, big sweeping arm movements and I'm imagining that Desdemona's skirt would unpin to fan out and show a gorgeous wide black or dark red skirt that would properly like swish around whilst they were dancing and stuff (does that make sense???). They continue to dance without singing whilst the chorus, who are back in their pairs and dancing faster, more intense dances than before but none quite to the extent of the main couple, sing "Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers/Starts so soft and sweet and/turns them to hunters". I'm imagining that the chorus' skirts could also unpin in the same way so either Desdemona's would turn black and all of theirs would turn red or vice versa, but I want to kind of see some variety in the chorus outfits maybe (??) instead of them all being identical so I might have to put a bit of thought into that. Anyway the point is that after this line we get a big rhythmic chorus dancing moment and it looks super cool, they're singing the low "hunters" "howl into your heart" repetitions and moving their swishy skirts and dancing and then they part to show Othello and Desdemona again and Desdemona is now dressed in a super dramatic dress that is entirely the colour that was hidden inside her skirt and the skirt of this new dress is insane and Othello all but carries her to the front centre stage and he is all over her as he sings "the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress/Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest/The Saints can't help me now" and everything kinda continues in a similar style with some gorgeous choreography. I'm kind of imagining there being a table on stage by the end because I want Othello to lift Desdemona onto it and her to lay down on it, don't ask me how the table got there I don't know, but this happens with the massive dramatic flowing over the sides of the table and onto the ground whilst the chorus sings "A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night/May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" and I'm picturing that they would sing these lines like they were a Church choir gathered around Othello and Desdemona, and they continue to sing the closing lines of the song as Desdemona stands up and Othello climbs onto to the table after her. He unpins the skirt and the fabric all falls away (removed from the stage by chorus members) like a waterfall so that he and Desdemona (who will be wearing trousers/leggings/a leoptard) beneath the skirt) can dance together on the table top whilst the chorus continue to sing, moving away from the choir-imagery and back to the earlier style. This continues right up until the very last line ("I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground") where Othello drops to his knees and clasps his arms around Desdemona's legs on the word "ground" and the curtain falls.

I am wondering if this would work for the act 1 closer????? But I'm not 100% sure where the interval would be

Emilia Song 2: Which Witch

If this isn't Emilia questioning herself for "betraying" Desdemona and whether or not she should give Iago the handkerchief then I don't know what is. I don't have loads to say about this one but the most potent lyrics for it in my opinion are these ones:

And it's my whole heart/deemed and delivered a crime/I'm on trial

Who's a heretic now/ am I making sense?

I'm miles away/He's on mind/I'm getting tired of crawling all the way

I'm not beaten by this yet/You can't tell me to regret/Been in the dark since the day we met/Fire help me to forget

And it's my whole heart/while tried and tested, it's mine

And it's my whole heart/burned but not buried this time

We'd have all of these lines (ie most of the song) whilst she's weighing up what she ought to do and she'd feeling really strong but then there's a small musical interlude where Iago comes on stage without her expecting him to, they speak briefly and she hands the handkerchief over; he walks away as she tries to ask him what he intends to do with it, chasing after him until he physically shoves her off and keeps walking. Emilia falls to the ground and as the music sweels again she sings the closing lines "Chained and shackles, oh/I'll unravel, oh/It's a pity, oh" [she gets to her feet] "Never to return/But I never learn/It's a pity, oh" and then repeats it with particular emphasis on the transition from "Never to return" to "Say I won't return". By the time she finishes the final rendition of "it's a pity, oh" the orchestra has almost completely died out and she wanders alone offstage humming the final few notes to herself

I could keep going...

Maybe I will at some point but I'm tired now

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[kumo-taoc]

A list of taocc characters and what I think their pokemon type/types would be and why

Kumo: Water/Normal

I struggled with this one a little, but I picked this because clouds are made of water, and kumo has sort of a cloud sweater! But kumo's just an all-around goofball, so I just put Normal as his second type.

Stitch: Grass/Rock

I chose grass for stitch because burlap is made of some sort of plant, and rock because sand is just a bunch of tiny little rocks.

Belle: Poison

This one shouldn't be hard to understand, but I'll explain anyway. She's made of poisonous sludge.

Icia: Ice/Steel

The ice one should be pretty self-explanatory, and I chose steel because she's a skilled swordfighter.

Bob: Ghost

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Sign: Normal/Grass

Now, I may not know much sign lore, but I DO know that signs are usually made out of wood. Sign seems like a pretty normal guy, though.

Sun: Fire

I mean, she IS a burning ball of gas. Also, her arms are fire now!

Dusk: Dark/Ice or Dark/Fairy

Darkness just kind of fits with dusk. Also, it's usually dark around dusk (time of day) anyway. I couldn't decide the second type for her, and here's why. I chose ice because I remember elsie saying something about how she's connected to ice somehow, and it's usually cold around dusk (time of day). And fairy because dusk seems to be connected to them somehow...? I think?

Jessy: Grass/Fairy

I chose grass for jessy because he's made of wood! And, like, his wife has the fairy type, so why shouldn't he?

Clara: Grass/Steel

I chose grass for clara for the same reason as jessy and steel because of that sword they've got!

Abstraction Anon: Dark/Electric

Well, he lives in the cellar, which is VERY dark, and abstraction hurts. Guess what else hurts? LIGHTNING! /silly

Dialtone: Dark/Electric

Dialtone seems to be the kind of person who likes to sit in the dark. Also, he sleeps a lot. And he loves (old) phones and has phone cords, so electric just seemed right.

Alchemist: Poison/Bug

The poison part seems pretty obvious, and I chose bug because he's a tiny lil guy who I can probably crush under my shoe. (also mod bug ehehehe)

Helpful Anon: Flying

Helpful anon is just so... "helpful anon" that no other type seemed right.

Mix: Poison/Bug

Alcohol is a poison. Also, he's a butterfly now!

Kopi: Poison/Fighting

Kopi's got that weird pink goo that she shoots at people... ew... also, kopi has been described to be very strong!

AI Kopi: Steel/Bug

AI Kopi has those metal spider legs coming out of her back, so that works for steel AND bug! Also, she seems severely weakened, and bugs are notoriously weak.

D.R.U.N.K.I.E.: Steel/Electric

He's a robot (or more accurately, an ai that acts more like a robot than an ai)!

Drunkie: Normal/Poison

Again, alcohol is a poison! But other than that, he's just a normal guy!

Simp Anon & Lucy: Normal

They're just normal girls!

Chance: Fighting/Normal

She could probably beat someone up if she was really mad, but other than that, she's just a silly little girl with a silly little sandbag boyfriend!

Nightmare: Dark

Well, she's done a LOT of bad things, AND dark is, like, part of her theme and design.

Tophat: Dark

He's not AS bad as nightmare, but he's also done some pretty mean things. Also, he lives in a cave.

Aoki: Water/Ice

He lived in a forest where it constantly rained, he can probably summon rain/thunderclouds, and he... uh... does things with ice/cold. He can even control the temperature in a room!

Calypso: Normal

Welp, that's it for now!

She's just a silly little pillow person!

Thanks for reading all the way to the end! Have some cookies!

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The Greek Gods and My Little Pony Characters 💙

Should be self explanatory but it's basically if the Greek Gods were associated with MLP characters (Mostly the ones I know) and which MLP Character I would put next to said Greek Deity... You'll see what I mean... I don't mind if you take this in the Sense of Hellenic Polytheism or Epic the Musical... But I'm doing this as a Devotional Act and a funny thing I thought...

Enjoy my ducklings 🐣🐤🐥💙✨

Right of the bat... I would 1000% put Twilight Sparkle ✨ with Lady Athena 🦉... They both are Knowledgeable and smart, they both have an owl for a pet/symbol... I feel like most would put either Sunset Shimmer and/or Starlight Glimmer but they STRIVE for knowledge (So does Twilight) but Twilight is already smart)... But Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer would be with Odysseus and Diomedes... Just because of the Student/Mentor dynamic (I know, Odysseus and Diomedes are Greek Heroes but still)

Next, I would put Fluttershy 🦋 🐇🐰with Lady Artemis 🦌... Simply because they're both Animal lovers and though Fluttershy is less like a fighter type than Artemis (Except for that one episode with the pony war), they're both like Assertive when they need to be, I guess... And if not Lady Artemis then DEFINITELY Lady Persephone... They both end up with 'grumpy' and 'grr' people (Father Hades and Discord)

Also, I know I could put Discord with the God Chaos (Because it's in the name) ... But I feel like Lord Hades would definitely suit better because they're both misunderstood and even though Discord was a Villain at first, he became a good guy in the end...

Pinkie Pie🩷💛🩵 with Lord Dionysus 🍷🍾🍸... Do I even need to explain why? They're both party people and literally the life of event... That's it...

Now Lady Aphrodite ❤️ 🦢🕊️ is a bit different because I could totally put Rarity 💎with her (Because of Fashion and Gems which is materialistic beauty)... But then there's literally Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire who's Cutie Mark is LITERALLY a heart 💙 but then there's Lord Eros who's the Personification of Love and bringing people together which is what Princess Cadence does as her Cutie Mark... I'll keep Princess Cadence with Lady Aphrodite

OK, for Rarity... I would put her with Lady Hera 🦚... I don't know why, I don't think Rarity was ever fully Cheated on multiple times (Except for the Prince Charming pony in that one Grand Galloping Gala episode) but I feel like they'd get along so well 🤷🏿‍♀️

Princess Celestia with Lord Helios... They both are affiliated with the Sun and I know some may say that Princess Celestia would be good with Lady Iris... But That's because of her colourful hair (Celestia only has Coloured hair because of the Elements of Harmony, she originally used to have Pink Hair) so Yes, Helios ☀️

And if we're going down the same road, Princess Luna🌙 with Mother Selene 🌕... Luna was trapped in the Moon, Selene and Helios are Siblings, Celestia and Luna are sisters (Also, Nightmare Moon... Or the Tantabus with Nyx because they're both Scary but not 'Evil')

Zecora with Lady Hecate.... They're both associated with magic and witchcraft, and they're both mischaracterised as evil people

I wanted to save this for last because this is more of a Tricky one than with Lady Aphrodite.... I'm not sure who to put Rainbow Dash🌈 with because I could put her with Lord Hermes ⚕️ because of her speed but I could put her with Lady Iris 🌈because she literally does a Sonic Rainboom and has rainbow hair (I was thinking of putting her with Father Zeus 🦅🌩️because of cutie Mark being lightning and she can move the clouds... But Rainbow Dash is the Element of Loyalty... So that just sounds ironic 💀) and I would put Derpy with Hermes just because of her Cutie Mark being a messenger

I will do a Part 2 soon if you guys want but let me hear your thoughts on this because I think it's an interesting concept of the Greek Gods in the MLP:FIM and MLP:EG universe