#the inspiration was to torture myself drawing hair

[jack-o-laa]

The mom that stepped up✌️

[xxnashiraxx]

WIP Wednesday Friday Cause I Can

Hey Everyone!

I'm currently in another state waiting for my flight much later today, but I couldn't help the stroke of inspiration I had yesterday, and decided to write a FARRRRRR off future smut scene- with some fluff mixed in- in my fic between Ofelia and Astarion. Like sooooo far- I don't know why I'm torturing myself this way, but well... 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anywho, thank you all that tagged me (I think most recent was @verbenaa or @elinorbard , love you two ❤️)

Please enjoy this lengthy thing, it'll likely change a little bit and expand once this chapter does come out, but that's far away!

He presses her into the dirt, hands gripping her hips so hard she's afraid they'll leave bruises. The pain is dull, distant- inconsequential in the presence of their mixed pleasure. The way he moves makes her vision spin until the heavens above look like a whirlpool of bright, trailing lights.

He maintains eye contact as he pistons into her, her back arching off the hard ground as he drags her closer and closer- her walls fluttering and her clit pulsing in time to each thrust. It’s so good… so good that she can’t keep his name off her tongue as her eyes shut and she twists and bucks into him like a feral animal, lost in his touch and rapidly spinning out of control. He pushes her closer until the fingers of his right hand slip between her wet folds and circle her bundle of nerves, her body exploding in sensation and fire.

Her orgasm snaps like a whip- faster than she can blink. She's tumbling over the edge, mouth falling open around a wordless cry as he cradles her in his arms, scattering kisses over her collarbones to calm her shivering and twitching body.

It takes a moment to regain her composure- no more than a few seconds, she's sure- but it feels like forever when she finally focuses on him again. His gaze is soft, so unlike anything she's ever seen, and she immediately startles out of the daze, afraid he's withdrawn again.

"Are you okay?" She whispers frantically, rising to her elbows as he stills inside her. She suppresses any sounds, not wanting to make this worse if he's suddenly no longer a willing participant.

"I'm fine, darling." He presses his smile against the side of her head, leaving a soft peck on her cheek. She loses a bit of her balance when she moves her hands until they're gripping either side of his jaw, peering up at him with concern and fear. She doesn't want to put him through this again, gods she knew it was too soon for him to make this decision. She's so selfish for agreeing, so selfish and fucking horrible-

"Mmm!" She whimpers when he whips his head up to capture her mouth in a kiss. It's bruising, demanding and hot and she stays quiet when he knicks her lip with his fang, drawing blood that pools in both their mouths.

"Everything is fine, Ofelia." He murmurs between kisses, sweeping his tongue inside to swallow more before suckling at the cut. "I'm here. I'm here, and I love you, and I want to finish inside you. Gods... you're so tight..." She shudders and whimpers at his voice, at his filthy words. She clenches around him, and his answering groan sounds ragged and desperate. "Please,"

She pulls back to peer up at him, searching for lies- deceit. His tadpole reaches for hers in his heated gaze, and when they tangle, she feels his sincerity so severe that it makes her shiver.

"Okay," She nods, pulling him back in for another kiss. He resumes his thrusts, swelling so fully inside her that she's starting to slip again. She can't keep her voice quiet, his name pouring from her mouth as easily as the little "I love you"'s mixed in-between. She loves him... loves him so much it makes her entire body ache - wanting him closer even as he's buried fully inside, dragging over her walls in a way that transcends any feeling that ever came before it.

She's melting away, her mind going fuzzy and dark around the edges. His face is like a vision- sweat making his hair cling to his forehead, lower lip anchored beneath his fangs, smeared scarlet. His eyes, gods, his eyes... The red is eclipsed by his black pupils, staring into her hungrily, just like when he feeds and she leans forward to kiss him again, nibbling at his lower lip and wordlessly begging him to bite her as her tongue glides over one fang. She feels it unsheath, barely having to do anything to encourage him as rough hands grip her chin and waist to sink his teeth into the corner of her mouth.

She cries out softly, trembling beneath his harsher treatment, clenching around him until he’s groaning into the bite. He’s taking from her, and the usual tingle of pleasure spreads from the top of her head to her toes until a second climax dawns on the horizon, his cock throbbing and growing warm inside her. It’s overwhelming feeling him turn hot this way, his tongue laving over the place he’d bitten her as his hands find her thighs and he lifts her legs up, above, until her ankles rest around his shoulders and his hands prop him up at either side of her head. At this angle, he fills her so completely that she’s thrashing and wailing his name, arms locking around his neck as he slowly pulls out before pounding back inside.

“Astarion!” She cries, holding tight, her heels digging into his back as he groans and kisses and bites at her neck and chest. One hand finds her breast and kneads at it softly, a stark comparison to the way he pummels into her wet cunt, the traces of venom from his fangs leaving her delirious and scattered. She zeroes in on a drop of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and as she watches it trail down his chin, the web holding her in place begins to fray, torn asunder when the crimson fluid drips onto her lips.

A bolt of electricity shoots down her spine, her hips lifting off the ground as he pounds harder, every muscle and piece of flesh honed in on coming inside her. She loses track of his gaze as stars burst behind her eyelids, his deep voice gravelly with want as he calls her name and soothes over her twitching thighs.

“So good… coming on my cock… twice…” She’s blinking tears from her eyes as his hips stutter, tadpole breaking through the haze of her second orgasm to tip his feelings and emotions into her mind. She can feel him getting close, feels the twitch in his cock and the sudden swell like they’re one in the same and the sensation makes her body contract around him again, offering the bliss he’s been so madly seeking.

Tagging @ladyduellist (i want more cowboy Astarion, sorry I'm so needy- at your own pace though 🤠❤️) @preciouslittlebhaalbae (because I'm starving for more Erin x Astarion) @inkymoonbunny @khywren and every single other person who sees this ❤️

If you saw typos, NO YOU DIDN'T THEY’RE GONE NOW

[sashabunnie]

Hi! I apologize for not posting recently despite having a resurgence in wanting to draw. I've recently gotten a new art program and am still trying to figure out how to use it. In the meantime I'd like to discuss a topic I find important to talk about.

I recently received a question in my inbox. I found it rude and decided to delete and block the person. But now I'm realizing I could use this comment to educate those not in the art field on this subject, specifically about how proportions and different body types are taught to be drawn. I'll paraphrase the comment received:

"It's funny how you're fat but you draw yourself skinny, it's hilarious."

Yup that's the basis of what the comment was. I could tell from this comment that a) they're trying to be rude and mean and b) they at least don't draw humans and at most have no idea how to draw period.

Now you may be asking, how does this comment lead to an educational moment? I'm glad you asked.

I've been drawing since I can remember, and I only took a few art classes in middle school and highschool. Other than that I'm almost completely self taught and often took my inspiration from cartoons.

I also grew up in a much larger body than a good portion of my peers. I had binge e@ting disorder. This was caused by growing up in a poor family. I was taught to eat whatever I was offered(unless it was by a total stranger). I was also taught at school to inhale my food starting from kindergarten as we only got 15 minutes to eat and 15 minutes to play, if we went over the 15 minutes to eat we weren't allowed to play. Anyways this conditioned me to have BED.

Being overweight as a child was torture. Just like any ED it's very hard to control and even harder to spot in a child. I went untreated until I was 19. I'm a lot better now but sadly my stomach is now partially paralyzed.

Now like I said, growing up fat was extremely difficult, seeing others in my life who were skinnier than I, seeing all the cartoon shows on TV with the pretty skinny ladies and bulked up men, or even lanky men. And sure there were fat people in cartoons, but they're often portrayed as these lazy, stupid, people or they're middle aged with greying or thinning hair, in a mobility scooter, who are also portrayed as stupid and lazy.

I never saw a true representation of myself in cartoons. I never saw a plump nine year old with dreams to become a ballerina or baseball player, I never saw a bigger girl who exceeded in every class who wanted to become a paleontologist. All I saw were people making jokes about the fat character, how dumb and lazy they were.

But to me, I was never lazy or stupid. And when I started drawing myself I did so as a beautiful young person who was smart, clever, and always taken seriously. It was my escape from this world of hate.

Then I started taking art classes in middle school and highschool. They taught very basic anatomy in drawing, such as "this is how long your arm should be" and "the hand should be able to cover the face", just teaching proportions. But here's the catch, they hardly taught anything more than an hourglass shaped body for females and a rectangle shape for men.

In fact if we tried to explore more or less body shaped, whether it was a flat chested female, a dad bod male or vice versa, it was met with severe criticism.

Now over the years I've learned how to draw different body shapes and sizes better than I have in the past. And I have worked greatly to improve my self image and that a bit of extra fat here or there won't be the end all be all.

However that's not to say that I still have a hard time drawing myself as big as I see myself irl. The ED that warped from BED to OSFED in my teen years still yells at me from my mirror, telling me how ugly I am for being in a bigger body. People have told me several times that I'm not as big as the mirror says I am, which is true.

I may be in a bigger body but it's not to a point where my weight is affecting my health. The only real thing affecting my health are a slew of genetic disorders that I cannot control.

Just to conclude, just because someone draws themselves as bigger or smaller does not mean that they're delusional. It's just how they draw themselves.

Just be kind and non judgemental. You don't know what that person has been through and honestly it's not really your business unless it's a threat to safety, theirs or others.

And if you don't like what you see, scroll, it's not your place to get upset over something as small as someone drawing themselves in a different light than your perspective.

Love y'all!

(Picture of my gravity falls x the owl house OC for y'all)

[justchelleing]

The Price of Loving You

Inspired by: win-writes

A/n: I hate making arguments like this because I'm just fighting myself. Took quite a few days to make. I was planning to kill reader but I felt it as cliche in my fanfics. Not proofread I'm lazy

Masterlist

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs (BSD)

TW! Explicit Language, Slight Smut(Kissing), Betrayal, mentions of death/murder, descriptions of gore(blood), little spoilers, attempted murder(?), mentions of reader being an assassin, assassination, fake identity, mentions of torture and execution,

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Angst + Small Fluff

Pairing: Tachihara Michizō x Fem!PM! Reader

Synopsis: When Tachihara betrays the Port Mafia along with his dear lover, things most likely wouldn't turn out good. And of course, it didn't.

It's been a few days since your boss revealed that your lover was actually a traitor of the Port Mafia, working undercover for the Hunting Dogs. He faked everything, starting from his personality, to his identity. You couldn't believe it, that the man whom swore to protect and love you was actually just a lying traitor.

You leaned on the railing as you smoked away your cigarette watching the bustling city of Yokohama. The view was stunning, especially from the Port Mafia's rooftop. You exhaled, the smoke of your cigarette leaving your chapped lips as your untied hair flew when the cold breeze passed by and the rooftop door opened. You turned around to see Tachihara staring at you with a gaze filled with sadness and guilt, and you went back to smoking your cigarette.

"I told you not so smoke so much" He frowned, getting closer to you while you pretended to not hear him.

"I'm glad you came" He muttered a he leaned on the railing beside you, taking your cigarette and throwing it on the floor.

"Whatever.." You finally acknowledged his presence making him softly smile.

"I didn't think you'd actually come" He says as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"..." Silence came and he kept talking to himself.

"I'm sorry" he mutters as you flinched. He felt relieved to know that you were listening but he felt guilty for you to know until now.

"You betrayed me, Michizō" You finally looked at him in the eye with numbness and slight rage.

He flinched in response, you had always called him "darling" or "love" in a sweet-honey-like tone. When a little upset with him you called him by his first name but never his surname. He knew you would bring up that the fact that he did betray you, and he was ready for it.. or so he thought.

"I-" He trembled, he thought he knew what to say and do but when saying it with you infront of him, he couldn't.

"Have you entered the Port Mafia as a spy to begin with?" You asked, your heart aching more than you had expected.

"Yes.." He quietly muttered, his gaze fell down on the concrete floor.

You scoffed in response, now you refused to look at him knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop your tears from falling.

"I feel like it's basic common knowledge but just to make it clear we're over." You bit your lip as you headed to the exist while his eyes widened.

"Wait-" He tried to grab your hand only for you to put a dagger on his throat. He tried to gently get you to remove the dagger from his neck only for you to slap his hand away

"One more movement and I'll slit your throat" You lowered your voice putting it closer to his throat drawing blood.

"Darling, we both know you won't do it." His eyes softened, not that you can see it from behind.

"Don't fucking call me that" you hissed biting your lips. A tear escaped your eye, slowly making it's way to the floor while staining your cheeks.

"Love, please you don't want to do this" He pleaded his hands clenched.

"You lied to me.. no. You deceived me!" Your voice cracked as you dropped the dagger.

Tachihara turned around and saw your state. Tears keep escaping your eyes, and your lips was blood stained from biting it. He felt guilty, he promised to make you happy and loved but he only betrayed you.

"I'm sorry please.." He tried to get close to you but you slapped his hand away.

"Everything I loved about you was nothing but an illusion! The man whom I cared for is gone, he's only an identity for some stupid mission!" You sobbed.

"Y/n please.." He tried to hug you but you flinched away from him.

"No! Don't touch me!" You cried.

He felt as if his heart was being squeezed apart. The one who used to be in his embrace was now flinching at his touch. He clenched his fist, burying his nails on his palm.

He knew that if he didn't make a move now he would completely lose you. You would just keep pushing him away and he would keep stumbling trying to go back to you. He was too much of a coward, this wouldn't have happened if atleast he let you know about his real identity, and he knows he can't keep being a coward. That's why he finally made a move.

Tachihara got closer to you not bothering to hear your cries anymore. When you finally reached his embrace, he hugged you. It felt too warm, your head rested on his chest and he caressed your hair while you were too stunned to speak.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You asked as he hushed your cries.

"Why do you keep doing this?! You don't need to pretend anymore! Your real identity of being a Hunting Dog is already exposed so why?" You cried looking at him.

"What do you mean?" He asks confused.

"Don't play fucking dumb!" You hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about" He mutters and your eyes widened in disbelief.

"Please.. Just don't pretend to love me anymore.! So just.. just drop the act" you sobbed weekly punching his chest as you cried more. His own tears escaped, failing to suppress it.

"Why would you think that? I love you more than I love anything" He whispers making you look at him.

"What.?"

"I loved you not because of a mission! I love you and I will continue to! I'm sorry..." He faintly smiled letting his tears to flow. Your head dropped low on his chest.

"...Y/n?"

"You stupid fuck.." You muttered quietly, looking at him with pissed eyes.

"You fucking dumb bitch! You're being hunted by the whole Port Mafia right now and you have the guts to call me for a talk on the rooftop?!" You sniffled punching his shoulder

"Hey, hey I'm sorry okay?"He smiled at you,

"Tch! Whatever.." You muttered walking towards the exit swiping your tears away with your hand.

"Wait- Y/n"

"Hmm?" You walked towards him.

"I want you to promise me something"

"What is it Michi?"

"I wouldn't be able to meet you because of the conflict and the Hunting Dogs probably won't allow me to meet a Port Mafia member, so promise to still text me"

"Yeah sure whatever" you rolled your eyes.

"Just promise me it.. please? He pleaded.

"Sure but you have to promise me something in return"

"What is it?" He faintly smiled.

"When everything is over.. with the Rats, Port Mafia, Ada and the Hunting Dogs.. Promise me to quit the Hunting Dogs, and live a normal life with me somewhere"

"Then you're going to be hunted by the Mafia.." He furrowed his brows.

"That's why we're going to run away from our duties okay? I don't want to live in a life of bloodshed as an assassin anymore. And I certainly don't want to know you died in some mission with the Hunting Dogs." You shuffled through his hair much to his comfort.

"Mhm.. okay" He muttered as you continued to caress his hair.

"Also, promise me that you will try to be safe. No.. return in one piece once it's all over okay?" You held his cheek.

"That's two promises but okay" He smiled.

"Hai.. Whatever" You chuckled rolling your eyes.

"Return this if you've fullfiled your promises" You said, removing your necklace and giving it to him.

"Okay" He replied wearing it.

Suddenly, he kissed you as your tongues danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Your arms made it's way to his neck while his was around your hips. Both your lips parted and a string of saliva connected your mouths.

"I love you, Michi" You whispered.

"I love you more dear" He smiled.

You stayed in each other's warm embrace for a minute knowing it's going to be a while before seeing one another again.

"I'll see you next time, darling" You gave him a peck on his cheek before going to the exit while re smiled in response.

The breeze hit the door and Tachihara glanced to see no one. You didn't leave a single trace, he didn't even hear the footsteps of you walking down the stairs. He never knew you had an ability, only the boss does after all. Upon leaving the Mafia building, your smiled faded into one of distress. You snapped your fingers and your ability activated: The Perfect Crime. Your ability allows you to teleport to any place you have gone to. It's a very exceptional ability especially for an assassin like you, you are very valued by the Mafia for your skills. Yet, you cannot go untouched by the organization since your lover is a traitor to them.

You walked through the bustling cities of Yokohama, going around alleyways. You remembered your boss's words after revealing Tachihara's identity.

"Y/n, even if I value you as my greatest assassin.. You cannot go untouched, after all Tachihara did betray the organization and since he is your lover... You must pay the price of his actions." Mori sighed as he took a sip of wine from his glass.

"I see.." You muttered, ready for him to pull a knife or scalpel on your throat.

"You do know what happens to traitors don't you?" He smirked.

"Yes.. it's execution and torture" You nodded at him, biting your lip.

"That can be your fate now.." He says. You closed your eyes shut ready for death to come for you.

"However, since you have provided me with your service until now. I shall give you time until dawn to run, if you manage to outrun the Mafia, you live. If you don't you already know your fate. Or you can make him pay for the price." He explained setting his wine on the table and got closer to you. Your eyes widened at his preposition while you stared at him.

"Good luck. You're now dismissed" He never wiped that smirk of his face as he pat your shoulder and your eyes shrouded in fear.

You walked away slowly, closing the large doors of your boss's office. Your pace quickened and your jogging became running until you were out of breath. Tears flowed as you ran on the streets, ready to pack your belongings and leave Yokohama. You reached for your pocket for your keys and tried to open the door, your hands were trembling and as you entered you dropped down the floor. Closing the door you sat up and began to stuff clothes and necessities to a duffle bag, after packing you were ready to leave but then you saw Tachihara's message. You felt hopeless, it's either you kill him and bring proof or you die because of his actions. Grabbing a knife you head to the Port Mafia's rooftop and waited there grabbing yourself a cigarette.

That was quite a few hours ago. Now you were going through the bustling streets heading to your apartment. You arrived there taking your bag, purse and a fake passport and fake identification card. You ran, knowing full well of the Port Mafia's tactics of watching their prey before striking. You arrived at the airport and scanned around to see grunts and assassins around in disguise. You bought two tickets; one for America, one for Canada. They would most likely hunt you even if your outside Yokohama let alone Japan. You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes since they would probably watch your moves on security cameras.

You were on full make-up wearing a long sleeved blouse paired with a knee length skirt, you wore a lower knee length boots that hide your daggers that resides on the back of your legs. Putting on sunglasses you left for your flight. You looked completely different, you also scratched the surface of your ID and your picture and information changed. You left your phone on the bathroom and kept the stall locked so when they tracked you, your location is in the bathroom. You walked towards the plane, and boarded. You said goodbye to Yokohama, knowing that you will not be able to step back to it alive with the Port Mafia hunting you and you being wanted.

The plane took off and from the window you could see the sunrise, one that you have never felt more scared to see. They would now begin the hunt, and you will have to keep running as prey until they can't trace you anymore. You felt sorry for Tachihara, knowing you may not be able to fullfil the promise you agreed to. It wasn't that bad to be honest, you survived the first sunrise which you never expected but you will have to keep running until you can't no more for survival. You didn't regret not killing him when the opportunity was given, after all that was the price of loving him and you were happy to pay that price no matter the cost.

[cryingcoyote13]

New York City: Chapter 2

|| Chapter 1 || :: || Chapter 3 ||

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Torture, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

Introducing another Oc ;)

Oc owned by @echo-55

Fanfic inspired by @talewrites (pls go read their fics I AM BEGGING YOU THEY ARE AMAZING)

I was snapped out of my trance by the spark of electricity that shot through me. I let out a scream as I leaped on top of a car, pulling my bow back and releasing an arrow into a Foot Clan soldiers head. I tried to look through the smoke, but it was just too thick. I growled, looking back down at the Foot soldiers who had surrounded the car. I jumped down, knocking multiple of the soldiers down with my bow. I pulled back, whipping around as I heard heavy footsteps getting closer, before I could think I had ducked to the ground as a car went flying over my head. I scrambled up, leaping at the form that had thrown the car.

" Wha— HEY! GET OFF! SHE'S ON MY FACE! " I landed a hard punch to the creatures' face as I leaped back. I hissed, drawing my bow as he shook off the blow. I aimed, letting out a breath as I released the arrow, It shot right into his side, and he let out a roar of pain. I quickly scrambled back, booking it for safety.

" MIKEY?! MIKEY?! " I yelled out for him, my panic causing my heart to race as I searched around the smoke-filled streets as I dodged the Foot Clan. I tried to scramble up the fire escape but was yanked back down.

" Ohh no you don't kitty. You not getting away this time! " He growled, tusks meeting my ear as he held me up by my hair. I twisted around as I got my footing, landing a kick to his stomach, causing him to drop me. I scrambled for safety as I heard the familiar sound of electricity sparking at the end of their batons. My ears pressed against my skull as I leaped to my feet and away from the mutants. I hopped onto cars to dodge them as they tried to zap me. I hissed, knocking the Foot Clan down with my bow and then shooting arrows at the mutants that came charging at the car. Before I could react, the car I was perched on was flipped into the air. I screamed as I went flying into the street, I gasped for air as I jumped up and towards the buildings. I was dragged down and thrown back into the street. My mind was swirling as I tried to figure out what to do, but my thoughts were quickly shut off by the pain of electricity coursing through my body. I writhed in pain as I was poked and prodded with the electric batons. My eyes clouded with tears of pain as I pushed myself up, and I attacked the taller mutant. I grabbed the horn on his face and used to shove him to the ground as I flipped over him. As soon as I landed, I was running again. My breaths became panicked as I heard the pounding footsteps of the two mutants behind me. I tried to run but was stopped by a sharp kick to my side that sent me flying. I whimpered, trying to pull myself back up from the concrete as I felt blood drip down my face, blocking my vision. I was hit with a nauseating wave of electricity as foot soldiers gathered around me. All I could do was writhe and scream in pain on the hard ground as I heard the pounding footsteps get closer. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for a quick death.

" We gotta go. The turtles are here. " I shakily pushed myself up, growling at the mutants who stood before me. If I could just hold them off long enough, I would be fine.

" You just don't give up, do you? " The smaller one laughed as they each grabbed one of my arms. I kicked and tried to grab onto anything I could, but it wasn't working. I growled, panic and fear boiling in my stomach as I bit down hard onto one's arm. He screamed, dropping me to the ground. I shakily pushed myself up and hissed, trying to pull my bow out, only to realize I must have lost it in the fight. I balled my fists, taking a shaky stance as they came closer. My thin figure towered over them as they loomed closer. I growled, leaping at the smaller one, I wrestled him to the ground as he yelped in pain each time I landed a shaky hit.

" DUDE- SOMEONE- GET. HER. OFF! " He growled, and suddenly I was thrown off. I pushed myself to my feet, wiping the blood away that was running down my face as I did. As they ran at me, my eyes widened with panic. I tried to stumble back but wasn't able to as they landed hits all over me. My face. My sides. My stomach. I fell to the floor, head swirling in pain as they dragged me somewhere. I screamed as someone stabbed an electric baton into my sides. I couldn't think, each time I started to I was met with a horrific wave of electricity that sent me back to square one. I was thrown into the back of a van as the two mutants climbed in after me, batons in hand. I let out a growl as I tried to get up but was shoved back to the floor by a large hand on the back of my head. I yelped in pain as my face was slammed against the metal floor of the van.

" No no little miss. You stay right there. " I let out a groan of pain as I felt more blood run down my face.

" Be nice back there, Stockman will have both your heads if you kill his newest experiment. " Someone from upfront said coldly, causing the two mutants to groan in annoyance.

" We ain't gonna' kill 'em! Just, y'know, ruff 'em up! " There was a shared laughter as the two high fived. I slowly was regaining my thoughts as the swirling of my head went away, but I stayed on the floor, silently listening for anything useful. At the turn of the van, I jumped up, throwing myself at the doors. They didn't budge. Locked. I yelped as I was grabbed by the hair again and thrown down as the baton's came to life. I desperately fought to get the two off of me as they held me down, tying my arms behind my back and tying my feet before stabbing the batons into me. I screamed as the waves of sickening electricity coursed throughout my body, my head was swirling so much I couldn't even move or make a noise anymore. Instead, I just lay on the cold floor, groaning in pain each time I was shocked. It must have become uninteresting because they eventually stopped and sat down, leaving me to slowly lose consciousness.

* * *

Mikey was unusually silent as the group returned to the lair as the other three ran to the computers. Donnie quickly typed something, the clicking echoing through the deafening silence of the lair as Leo towered over his sitting figure. There was footsteps as Splinter joined Mikey, who was pacing in the common room.

" What has happened, my sons? "

" Stockman got Lilith. " Leo answered coldly, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him and Donnie.

" Because someone can't follow DIRECT ORDERS!" Leo snapped, glaring at Mikey as Donnie typed furiously. Raph let out a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

" I got a location on some foot clan vehicles heading... towards the old warehouse. " Donnie quickly typed some more as the brothers gathered over him.

" I got the warehouse location. Let's go! "

* * *

I slowly blinked, the fuzzy sounds of talking meeting my ears. I groaned, trying to move but was stuck in place by metal arms. I looked around, desperately looking for an escape. I fumbled with the restraints as someone walked in front of the glass box I was trapped in. I hissed, lunging at the glass as they laughed. It was the two mutants from early. I winced as I was yanked back by the metal arms.

" I wouldn't move too much, wouldn't want to stab the wrong place." The man grinned as he walked behind me, I growled as I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. My thoughts were cut short as something was stabbed into my back, I let out a yelp of pain as the sound of machines whirring and clicking started up as the man returned to his computers. I panted, vision growing blurry as I hung there.

I blinked as someone started to beat on the glass.

" Hey! Hey! We are gonna get you out, don't worry. " I blinked even quicker as my eyes filled with tears.

" Kxäaw..? How did you - " I winced as a pulsing wave of electricity shot through my body. I let out a blood-curdling scream of pain as tears streamed down my face as I shook violently. I heard people yelling and beating on the glass as my vision blurried from pain, I couldn't think, couldn't.... couldn't breathe...

* * *

The brothers were halted in their actions as the glass box Lilith was in lit up with electricity. Mikey and Raph ran back over, trying to break the glass as she slowly went limp. Donnie was horrified as Leo tried to get him back on task.

" DONNIE! FOCUS! WE GOT TO SHUT IT OFF! " He barked, pushing his brother to where the computer and Stockman was. They both ran towards the computers as Stockman disappeared somewhere with the two other mutants. Donnie was quickly typing but stopped, turning to stone as he caught sight of Lilith mutating as the electricity halted.

She twitched, a snout growing from her mostly flat face as he arms split into two pairs. Her tail tripled in size as it grew to be paddle-like. Three armor plates sprouted from each side of her face, each having two sensory quills as fangs jutted out of her mouth. She shuttered, bright yellow eyes flying open as Mikey paused his punching. She lunged forward, ripping the wiring and metal arms down as she crashed through the glass. She let out what could only be described as a roar mixed with a scream of pain as she pinned the small terrapin. She snapped at his face like a wild animal as he pushed her back. She was dragged off by Raph as he tried to distract her from the terrified Mikey as he got up. She whipped around, growling as she crouched onto all fours.

/ gifs included to give readers an idea of what Mutant!Lilith looks like /

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" W-what– " Leo started to say.

" SHE'S MUTATED. " The stripe tailed mutant, a raccoon, jumped down from the piping, holding a chain that they were swirling around.

" We need to turn her back, or she'll kill all of us. " It explained, glancing at the masked purple mutant as he went to work to try and retrieve Stockman's files to find a cure. Leo joined beside her; katanas drawn as Lilith turned to face them. She panted, letting out a roar as she leapt at the two mutants. The stranger, who was dressed in foot clan gear, threw the chain. It wrapped around Lilith's midsection and lower arms. She quickly spun, sending the stranger flying across the warehouse as she wiggled out of the chain. Raphael jumped onto her, trying to keep her down as she growled and clawed at him. She was able to grab his shell, throwing him off with one swift motion as she jumped up onto all fours, tail swiftly hitting the chain away as she stood up onto two feet. Leonardo ran at her as Mikey joined him.

" Woah there Princess! Hey? Can you hear me in there? " Mikey asked as he dodged her outstretched claws. She hissed in response as she leapt onto him, sending him flying as he twisted around so that his shell was up. She growled as Leo drove her away from his brother with some well-placed kicks and blocks. As he went to swing his katanas, she grabbed them and knocked them out of his hands. She jumped onto him, biting at his neck and face as he tried to shove her back. Just as her jaws were about to clamp down on his face, she was yanked off my Raph and the stranger. She leapt for the stranger, who quickly dodged as Mikey joined Raph. She quickly crouched down, staring silently at the two. She growled if they shifted even the slightest, staring the two down as she began to circle them.

" Looks like she's calming d– " Mikey started, only to be cut off as Lilith jumped into his back, sending them both flying. She stood up on two feet, one planted on the back of the smallest mutant, pushing him down into the ground as his shell let out a strained crack.

" This isn't good." Mikey wheezed out as Raph and Leo came running at Lilith.

" LILITH! " She whipped her head around to see who had yelled. She took her foot off Mikey as Donnie nervously stepped closer, bò at the ready.

" I know you're in there. You just need to calm down so I can get you the antidote. " He slowly stepped closer; she eyed him wearily as she stepped away from Mikey. He was almost in range to give her the antidote when Leo moved closer too quickly. She whipped around, leaping at the eldest of the brothers. They tumbled closer to the tank as she bit down into his arm that he used to block her from biting his neck. The brothers quickly rushed forward, Donnie raised his bò above his head and slammed the electric end down right in between Lilith's shoulder blades. She let go of Leo and let out a wail as the electricity shuttered through her body. She fell to the side, writhing in pain as the electricity slowly disappeared from her body. Donnie quickly gave her the re-engineered mutatagin as Mikey and Raph held her down. She struggled, growling and snapping for a few moments until she let out a wheezing breath and went limp. Slowly, Mikey and Raph let her go, but she stayed silent as her body started to transform back to normal.

* * *

I groaned, rolling over onto my back as my swirling brain fell back into place. Everything hurt, and my ears were ringing as my vision came back.

" Hey, hey, can you hear me? Lilith? " I winced as my hearing came back to me.

" Ouch... " I whimpered out as someone rolled me over onto my side.

" Is your friend alright? "

" She'll be fine– wait, who are you? "

" Nobody important, I'll be off now. Might wanna leave before the foot get back. "

" Wait!- You obviously don't fight with the foot, why don't you join us?" Leo jumped up as Raph shot him a glare.

" Really?- I uh-, okay then. I'll join your little rag-tag group. Names Mila. " She grinned slightly, calmly walking back over and crouching next to Lilith and Donnie.

I let out a groan as I reached my hands up.

" What... what happened..? "

" We'll figure that out later. For now, we need to get going before the antidote wears off. " Donnie said as he typed something onto the tablet on his shoulder. He looked at Leo, who was staring down at Lilith and the new mutant.

There were heavy footsteps as Dr. Stockman returned, holding a canister of mutagen in his hands carefully as Bebop and Rocksteady stood to his sides.

" Well, I was hoping she would finish you off for me. But I guess we'll have the fun of doing that, huh boys? " Stockman cackled as everyone's eyes widened in fear or anger.

I groaned as I was hosted up into the air carefully by someone.

" I've got your friend, I'll get her to safety, then I'll help you guys beat these assholes. " She growled, glaring at the mutants standing next to Stockman. Donnie was quickly at her side, showing her a map on his phone as Raph, Mikey, and Leo drew their weapons.

" Take her here. We have some friends who can take care of her till we get back. " He paused as he quickly looked me over one last time. She started to carry me away. I shoved myself out of her grasp, shakily standing up as she tried to get me to go with her as the brothers faced off against Bebop and Rocksteady. I winced, shuttering as my arms split into two pairs. I hunched over as I continued to mutate, my armor plates coming back, and my tail flicking harshly as I panted from pain. I closed my eyes tightly as I took a shuttered breath as the new mutant crouched next to me.

" We have to go! You are injured! " She pleaded as I pushed myself off the ground.

" Can't... family.. needs.. help.. " I growled as I stood up, tail lashing as I caught sight of Stockman making a run for it. I leapt for him, quickly clearing the space between us as he screamed. The mutagen crashed out of his hands as I plowed into him. I jumped for it, catching it in one hand as I whipped my head around towards him. He huddled on the floor as I towered over him, I dropped down to all fours as I crept closer. I lunged out of the way of Bebop, who was being chased by Leo and Donnie. I quickly jumped into the piping, hiding the mutagen and jumping back down onto Rocksteady's back as he chased Mikey under me. I roared, clawing at his face as he grabbed for me. He got a hold of my queue and threw me off of him as Mikey and Raph continued to attack him. I growled, jumping up as Mila joined me in my pursuit of Stockman, who was running for his life. I was quickly on top of him and tumbling forward as we hit the back wall of the warehouse. There was a crunch as I grabbed harshly onto his arms. I looked down, seeing one of his arms limp in my hand as he kicked at me. I threw him across the room like a ragdoll as I jumped out of the way of RockSteady, who came charging at me. I hissed in pain as I stepped into a pile of broken glass. Rocksteady quickly turned and charged for a distracted Mila as she followed after Stockman. I jumped up, throwing my full body weight at Mila to get her out of the way. I was thrown into the wall with a crunch as my arm, which I had tried to brace the impact with, broke. I let out a wail of pain as I staggered to my feet, Raph was at my side before I could register who it was.

" You alright there? " I nodded with a growl as I leapt for the mutant again, throwing him backward as we tumbled out of his grasp. I quickly jumped out of the way as he crashed in the wall, I glanced over at Mila, who had joined Donnie and Leo in their fight against a retreating Bebop. I turned back around as Rocksteady staggered up, also retreating after grabbing Stockman from the floor. I growled as I stood up on two feet, letting out a snort as I turned around.

" Woah there- can you control yourself? " Donnie piped up as the adrenaline started to wear off.

" yeah... very tiring.. " I mumbled out as he stepped closer, eyes glowing with curiosity.

" That must mean that it was electrical current that made you go feral. " He stated as I started to sway slightly.

" That's real interesting Donnie, but I think she's gonna– " My knees buckled, cutting Raph off as I started to drop to the floor.

" Woah there, falling down again so soon? " I looked up tiredly at who had caught me. It was Mila, she held me steady as Raph came to my other side.

" The mut– "

" I got the mutagen to Donnie. " Mila stated quickly, I let out a sigh of relief as everything went blurry.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was being gently placed into a bed, and I groaned in pain. My whole body felt like knives were embedded in it.

" I know, just hold still, I'll get you something for the pain, " I recognized the voice as Donnie's as his footsteps disappeared.

" You sure put up a fight. " Raph joked as I tried to pull myself up.

" Where.. where is Kxäaw.. "

" Who? "

" K-kxäaw... brother.. " I groaned as I pulled myself up. He tried to stop me as I tried to drag myself off of the bed.

" Woah there tiger, you need to stay here. " He said as I was pushed back down. I slowly regained my vision as Donnie returned, with a syringe of something. My eyes widened as he put it into the IV that was stuck into my arm.

" This should help with the pain. " Donnie quickly said as he caught my scared eyes. I gulped dryly and nodded. I sat up, swaying slightly as Raph held me up by my shoulders.

" What happened...? " I muttered, slowly looking up at Raph.

" You and stupid out there snuck out to go to a Halloween parade and the Foot ambush ya'll. " Raph explained as I winced in embarrassment.

" Is Mikey okay? " I looked around quickly.

" Ya' that idiot is fine. You, on the other hand, are not." Raph stated.

" Oops? " I grimaced as Donnie and Raph both glared at me.

" Sorry... Everyone okay? "

" Yeah - well, except for Leo, you bit the shit outta-" He was cut off as Donnie cleared his throat and motioned to me as my eyes grew wide.

" What..? " He grimaced as he realized he had said too much.

" But he's fine! It was just a scratch..! " He tried to explain as my stomach twisted into knots.

" Where Leo? "

" On the couch with Mikey, but you should really-" Donnie started as I pulled myself out of the bed shakily. I wobbled as my knees buckled under my weight, but I caught myself with the bedside table as I steadied myself. Raph was quickly by my side as I leaned onto him for support as I wobbled towards the exit. Donnie trailed behind us, looking annoyed and worried with the IV pole in hand. I noticed my bottom right arm was bandaged tightly to my midsection, and my other three were covered with cuts when I went to lean onto the door frame. I winced, looking down at my bandaged feet as I started forward again.

" Leo, you got a visitor, " Raph gruffly said as Leo sat up from the couch.

" Damn you look ruff. " I cocked my head slowly to see Casey standing with Mila and April, who was staring silently as Mila looked me over with a worried expression.

" Thanks.. " I hissed sarcastically at Casey as I turned back to Leo, who had gotten up and walked over.

" Woah, you need to go lay down. " He said as he looked over me, wincing at my injuries.

" I... I'm sorry... Hurt family. " I apologized softly as tears of pain and guilt welled in my eyes. His eyes softened from worry to pure sympathy as I spoke. I put a gentle hand on his bandaged arm as tears poured out of my eyes.

" Hey, look at me, " I looked down, wiping my face instinctively.

" It's alright, it'll heal. We are just glad you're alive. " My bottom lip quivered as he spoke. He hugged me gently as Raph let me go into his grasp. I started to shake as soft sobs escaped my lips, my knees buckled as my ribs ached. I groaned in pain with each sob, and Donnie was quickly at my side along with a very worried Mikey.

" You okay there princess? " Mikey said as Leo gently let me into Donnie's grasp so he could look me over. I nodded, wincing with pain as Donnie reached the bruised spot at my ribs.

" Good god. You need to lay down, " He said quickly, causing everyone to look at him with fear.

" What's wrong with her? "

" She's got a couple of broken ribs that I missed in the initial exam. Probably internal bleeding. " He said worriedly as I let out another hiccupping sob. I was quickly scooped up into someone's arms. I winced in pain as I was taken back to the medical room.

" I got ya' princess. " My ears twitched at the voice. It wasn't Mikey. I looked up with another hiccupping sob at Mila, who looked down at me with worry and sympathy. I winced, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a whine of pain as we made it to the room. She gently placed me on the bed as Donnie quickly started to place ice packs on my ribs. I let out a groan as I started to black out again.

* * *

" We can't just leave those two here with Splinter alone. " Raph growled in the circle of brothers.

" For all we know, she could be a spy or something!" He continued as Leo spoke up, glancing at the room where the two other resided.

" One of us could stay here, I know dad can handle himself, but it'll be better with one of us here. " The other three brothers nodded in agreement as Casey and April joined them.

Mila let out a sigh as she sat in a chair beside Lilith's bed, watching the sleeping alien silently.

" I'm.. I'm so sorry. " She mumbled out as she took her limp hand.

" I didn't know they were.. " She paused, lips pursing into a thin line as she glanced over the beaten body of the passed out, mutant alien.

" Evil.. " She sighed deeply, laying her head in her hands as her tail swished around nervously.

" Thank you.. for saving me. " She whispered, glancing up at the moving chest of Lilith, which was the only thing that showed she was still alive. Someone cleared their throat harshly, causing Mila to jump up with a startled gasp.

" Didn't mean to scare ya'. " Raph quickly stated as he took a seat on the other side of Lilith's bed.

" It's all good. Would you like me to leave?- " She questioned as Raph let out a sigh.

" No, you can stay if ya'd like. " He stated gruffly, glancing up as Mila watched Lilith nervously.

" How did she.. get here? " She softly asked, looking up at Raphael.

" No idea. Don says a portal of some sort. " He answered quickly as Mila raised an eyebrow curiously.

" She's from a universe where Pandora, the planet from some movies made here, is real. " He explained simply as he caught a glimpse of Mila's guilty expression.

" But you knew that, didn't you? " He stopped, looking over at Mila as she slowly nodded.

" Yeah.. " She mumbled with a sigh as she sank back into her chair.

" I was guarding the lab when they opened the portal... "

[dokidokitsuna]

Dream Land's Flying Café

...This is actually a pretty old AU idea...I think I came up with this back in the spring, while I was still animating Magical Friends Ep 1... I just didn't introduce it at the time, since I was...well, embarrassed. ^^; It's kind of a cutesy idea, and that's not really my forte anymore. But suddenly I was inspired to do these designs, and y'know, a little embarrassment every once in a while builds character. So I'll give a brief summary:

The basic premise is that a more villainous version of Meta Knight decides to retire and convert the Halberd into a café. To try doing nice things for the people of Dream Land for a change~. As he and the Meta-Knights travel around with their new business, they gradually grow and recruit more employees...including some old villain allies from past adventures. The idea was inspired by the vibe of visual novels/gacha games, so naturally it would require a lot of very pretty very labor-intensive art to pull off (each of these headshots took 30 minutes to color...) and I guess, back when I was in animators' hell, I figured I wouldn't have the time anyway, so why bother. ^^; But now that I'm in WIP hell (it's different) I do have time...sort of. I could at least chip away at a pretty drawing or two throughout each week. And I'm gonna consider it, because these designs have been fascinating so far. Magolor hit another grand slam home run, as usual, and I really had fun drawing Claycia for the first time in...ever, almost. ^^ Her hair looks delicious...

The only thing that makes me skeptical is...well, this may be the first AU I came up with where nothing awful happens. XD It's just a cute comedic slice of life where things get better for everyone. Which is nice, for a change, but I always run the risk of boring myself when I don't get to torture any characters. :T We'll see what happens~

[soulofapatrick]

Tease Me - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Taken inspiration from the new video of Pedro dancing - requested: He gets sucked off by the reader before going back on set and forgets to close his belt buckle

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Pure filth; all smut; oral (male receiving)

Y/N’s POV

“What are you doing baby girl?” Pedro asks as I grab his hand, pulling him into the closet on the set, as cliche as it is but I need him. He looks so good with his fake greying hair that Coco’s done for his role as Joel and just the way he’s standing with his hip cocked out to one side as he watched the set film another scenes he’s not in. He doesn’t complain and just follow me into the closet, groaning lightly when I push him back against the door after it’s closed, drawing him into a needy kiss. His large hands cup my cheek and grip my waist, pulling me flush against him and very on board with this heated make out session. 

He helps me shrug his jacket off his shoulders and it falls to the floor, my foot moving it to in front of him so I’d have some padding on my knees for what I want to do, my overly sweet boyfriend unaware of my plans. He’s just enjoying the feeling of us being able to be so close and alone after so long on set with barely any time alone for kisses. It’s been driving me up the wall, seeing him in all his DILF glory as Joel and being unable to touch him in fear of messing up his costume and I don’t know, something just snapped today. I had had enough of waiting and pining, wanting to feel his hands on me and feel him ravish me but for now… for now this will do. 

I’m breaking the kiss to move my lips to his neck, fingers unbuttoning his green checkered shirt to growl in frustration as he has a grey tee shirt under it, “Too many layers!” 

“Baby girl?” Pedro grabs my wrists, making me look at him and I’m whining, needing something of him now, “Oh fuck.” He moans, head falling back against the door, when I attack his neck with even more vigour than before, grazing my teeth before biting down on that soft spot, body thrumming with pleasure at the sound he elicited. I don’t care if Coco gets mad at me for leaving a bright hickey that she’ll have to cover up before they can film again. I need him to feel how strung out and teased I’ve been feeling all week, my hands sliding under the grey teeshirt and nails dragging down lightly before I knead at his soft belly. His eyes flying wide when I fall to my knees in front of him, that delicious tent in his jeans at eye level and my hands make quick work of his belt and jeans. Every action is desperate and his hand is tangling in my hair when I finally get his jeans and boxers around his knees. 

I make sure to look up at Pedro, meeting his honey eyes that are blown out, when I kitten lick the tip. I intend to make this as torturous as possible, drawing that sweet relief from him as slowly as I can so instead of swallowing down as much of his length as I could like I usually would I slide my tongue up the underside feeling him twitch above me. His hand in my hair tightens when I finally slide my lips over the head, sucking lightly and swirling my tongue, dipping it into the slit as I fight his hand trying to push me further, smacking it when I pull off, his agitated cry drawing a grin to my lips as I growl out, “You have been teasing me all week Pedrito.” 

He goes to protest but is let with his mouth hanging open, a strangled moan escaping when I do what he wants, swallowing down as much of his length as I can, throat constricting around him when he hits the back of my throat. My hands cover the rest, beginning to bob my head in tandem with every twist of my hand against his base, his moans music to my ears and his hand tightening in my hair. His eyes are glued to me as I swirl my tongue around his thick length, focusing on trying to breath around him and every part of me wants to get myself off right here, right now but that would give Pedro too much satisfaction. Instead, I meet his honey eyes again, hollowing my cheeks out the best I can, his free hand caressing them and holding my jaw, stopping my movements for a moment. His chest heaving and his thighs are shaking which means he’s close already. 

“Let me…” He sounds so wrecked when he tries to speak, his thumb running over my bottom lip as my jaw begins to ache around his thick length, “Fuck you look so pretty right now.”

He wants to hold this moment, he always does, right when he’s close he likes to hold my head still and just take in how wrecked I look with tears streaming down my cheeks and trying to breath around him despite how my throat constricts around the tip that is pressed almost against my gag reflex. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is and much as I’d like him to enjoy himself that much this is about making him feel as desperate and needy as possible, feeling what he’s been doing to me all week so without any warning I’m slamming his hips back against the door and dragging my lips up and down his length like my life depends on it, shoving his hand away and letting my nails leave almost painful half moon prints into his thighs.

Pedro tries to speak, my name falling from his plump lips as he tries to warn me but I just slack my jaw as much as I can, feeling his thick ropes hit the back of my throat, gagging me but I don’t stop, swallowing as much as I can. Some slides out around his twitching dick, that hand in my hair trying to pull me off from oversensitivity but I don’t budge, keeping him as deep as I can and flicking my eyes up to meet his again. He whines, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as he begins to soften in the heat of my mouth and only when he begins wincing do I pull back, letting him slip past my lips with a wet pop. 

“Shit baby girl, fuck I love you.” He pants as I lick his seed off my chin while standing back up and helping him pull up his jeans and handing him his jacket, letting him draw me into a filthy kiss, my hair bunched in his hand and he’s tugging almost painfully but it just draws a sound from me, “I wanna make you feel good.” His free hand goes to the waistband of my jeans and I’m reluctantly shaking my head, grabbing his wrist, as we’ve been gone for an suspiciously long time and they’re going to come searching if we don’t head back. He understands because he does what I did earlier, biting at the soft skin of my neck and growling out, “Later I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud the neighbours will hear it.” 

With one final dirty kiss he’s opening the door and walking out, knowing we have to leave at separate times or it’ll be too obvious but he’s gone before I can let him know his belt is still undone. There is no way people are gonna think anything other than we had some fun together now but who fucking cares? He’s fucking hot and my boyfriend so I go to join everyone, the taste of him still on my tongue and the promise of tonight hanging in the air. 

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[anshiiiiin]

Hey!!!! Found you through your work on Reddit, was delighted to see you have an account here too!!

I've been wanting to say this for a little while, but this isn't the kind of thing I'd be willing to put in a Reddit post.

I love your work and your style so much. So so much. Lately I've been allowing myself to explore my interest in heavy gore in a more neutral and healthy way, and your art has helped me to do that. Your work is very often beautiful, grotesque, and cute all at once. And not in that grand, self-contratulatory "Look at me, drawing something cute but it's all fucked up and gory!!!! Aren't I sick and twisted????" but in a quiet, earnest way, if that makes sense.

There's something very grounded about your art that's pretty rare to see in other gore artists. You don't aim for the super composed, super artsy vibe, where everything is perfectly placed, framing the viscera as divine and perfect and all that. As much as I do love that kind of art, I find it can be kind of... distancing I guess? Likewise, I get the sense you don't aim to be As Shocking And Twisted As Possible, nor overly "sexy". Rather, it's just... humans and human bodies. Ordinary and messy and beautiful, and that makes it all feel so much more real. There's something about that drawing of Valya, bloody and alive and lying in the snow, that has just... really stuck with me.

Speaking of which, I love Valya and his Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Consensual Adventures. There's something very charming and endearing about his mannerisms and personality. I love his comfy clothes and fluffy hair, I love how open he is about his masochism, I love that he's covered in scars (again, not something you see in most gore art). Like your art, Valya is chill, earnest, cute, and more than a little fucked up. I sort of get the sense he's a person who has found his own version of inner peace, despite everything that it entails for him. I'd love to learn more about him, If you have any facts about him you'd be willing to share.

Anyways, sorry for the rant, and sorry if this was kind of a lot to hear from a stranger. I'm not an art critic or anything, I don't know if anything I just said makes any sense. But your art really does mean a lot to me, and I wanted you to know that.

wow, omg, thank you for taking time to write such a wonderful and long message!! i am really happy that you get all those kinds of feelings from my art, and i am super grateful to you for sharing it. i myself like all kinds of guro, be it intentionally shocking, or candy, or divine-looking, but i am happy that for you i occupy this niche that you enjoy! a theory on why my art is not overly sexual is maybe because i am an asexual myself :D i am so glad you like valya!! i love him too ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱ a fact about him.. hmm... he really hates it when someone does anything bad to cats or dogs, but for once in his life he is smart enough to never tell it to anyone bc he knows there are people who would do it on purpose to make him feel worse. so it's one of the mental torture kinds that he does not enjoy

thank you again for everything you said, when i feel down about my art i will reread your message and feel inspired again :D please have a wonderful day!!

[gavinsdeviant]

Feel the Light

cw/tw- talks of past harm done to character, talks of torture, emotional distress, trauma response, a traumatic flashback, hurt/comfort, Quinn, insults and harsh language

word count- 1,645

pairing- Sam & Darlin

fandom- Redacted Audio

fic inspired by the song feel the light by Jennifer Lopez

@davidshawswife @daveysangelsposts @angelcactus @morgansplace @annahhopee @romeo-the-homeo @zozosrandomthings @miyowmiyow

hope you enjoy!

“Quinn doesn’t get to keep hidin’ from you, not now. Not anymore.” Darlin’ gives a small smile, squeezing his cold palm in theirs. He brings their hands to his mouth and kisses a line down their wrist.

Do you remember,

“I’ll be fine. They ain’t gonna know what’s hitting ‘em,” he adds, flashing them a toothy grin. They laugh, even as nerves bounce around in their stomach. They reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

When we fell under,

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin.”

—

Fifteen minutes later the shifter and their Alpha are seated overlooking a drab, empty room. The air is cold, quiet.

Darlin’ scrunches their nose at the smell of stale coffee.

“Where is he?” David asks again. He’d been hounded Detective Clark as soon as they had sat down, hackles raised at the room that still appeared vacant. Their stomach churns.

The fluorescent lights hum, buzzing as they drum fingers along the cold rim of the table they were sat at.

Henry beckons them to look. The door slides open and a familiar silhouette steps out seconds later. *Sam.*

Hurry up, hurry up,

There’s no more waiting,

He shuffles over to take his seat, flannel sleeves pulled up to the elbows. They smile to themselves as their chest warms. ”Samual Collins. He’s your partner, correct?”

He glances back to the glass, saluting them, something akin to mischief alight in his eyes.

We’re still worth saving,

The scrape of a large chain rattles the door before they can find a way to reply and then, with a slow creak the door swings open. With dusty hair and a charming smile, the man in the door almost appeared normal.

Sam’s smile drops.

I left my pack for him,

I gave my heart to him, my fears to him,

I put myself second for him,

Everything for him.

All they had done had been to have him behind bars and now, they couldn’t even look him in the eye.

Coward, their mind hissed.

Feel the light,

Shining in the dark of night,

Their heart pounds in their ears as their cruel vampire ex regards the man who had let down his walls for them— had let them love him for who he was, even when it wasn’t pretty. “I keep these walls high so those feelings don’t get the better of me but… you climbed over them. And you’re in here. I love you, Darlin’. Deeply.”

“Is my little mouse here?” Quinn demands, leaving in as if in whisper. A vein throbs in Sam’s temple.

They knew he’d ask— knew he’d try and draw them out, to no avail.

“No matter,” he snarls, smile too wide,” I don’t need them here for the things I’m going to tell you.” He lets out a huff, fangs flashing. “My pretty little pet didn’t share the details, did they?”

Sam bites back a growl.

“You really don’t know half the shit there is to know about your darlin. Oh, now you’ve got me excited.” A pause.

“Ever notice their limp?”

With a sharp scrape, their chair goes flying back as they press closer to the glass. “He doesn’t get to do that,” they hiss, turning to the detective. He shakes his head. “We need this information out of him. We’ve got him talking… now he just has to keep talking.”

Slowly, they turn back to the creature, one they’d called “lover” so many years ago, its eyes faint with delight. “Oh, the things I’ve done. Seen the scar on their ankle?” He seems almost nostalgic, eyes cast to the ceiling in thought.

Remember what we forgot,

I know its a long shot,

“I broke them, bit by precious bit, and I liked it,” he mused. They swallow hard. “Broke that ankle five, maybe six times, until my name became a prayer.”

“You,” Sam bites out,” don’t get to pretend you’re still apart of them, that you know anythin’ about them.”

“You new bloods are all the same. Young and naive. Don’t know what you’re saying.”

In a flash, Sam has him pressed to the wall, breaths coming hard.

Quinn only huffs out another laugh. “I would’ve made an example out of them. For all the empowered and non-empowered humans dead at my hand, they’d be a living example. Say, ever heard of the blood eagle?”

There’s a silence, long enough for darlin to hear their pulse in their ears before he continues.

“The Brazen Bull then? Eaten by rats, perhaps? They will always be a pathetic fucking mutt, in my eyes. Meant to be taught a lesson—“

Without a word, the shifter slowly rises from their seat and pushes the door open, grimacing at the ache that creeps up their ankle. Sam had never asked and hadn’t wanted to push anything they weren’t willing to give, but oh how they had wished he did.

They were humiliated.

Here I go, here I go,

Their eyes burned with tears, ones that they furiously wiped away. He didn’t deserve their tears, not when he fed on their pain like a sadism demon took to brutality.

A few minutes pass, the cold wall pressed to their back as they breathe in, and out. Their heart still beat like a thousand drums in their chest and they couldn’t seem to make it slow. They glance at the door just as it opens, David’s muscled frame waiting.

Feel better now, feel better now,

He hesitates, face taut.

And then, with long strides towards them, wraps them up in his arms, head to his chest. They shudder.

“It’s okay,” he breathes. “You don’t have to go back in there, if you don’t want to. That fucker doesn’t get to take that choice from you too.”

They nod.

“Do you want Sam?” Again they nod, eyes burning.

“I’ll go get him.”

“He should be in there,” they try weakly. “Trying to save that girl.”

“I don’t care. There are other ways.”

Without a further word their friend pushes up from where he’d practically sunk down on his knees in front of them, and swings open the door. It shuts with a resounding click behind him as they slump back against the wall.

Here I go, here I go,

Feel better now, feel better now,

Their shoulders shake, chest heaving as they bite back tears. They were just messing things up— if it weren’t for them, none of this would have happened.

You’re his thrall… always will be.

And then, Sam is there, gently cradling their face in his hands and whispering soft words.

“Hey, hey— you needed me, and I’m here.”

They see the panic in his eyes, the hurt as if reflected mirror-like in front of them.

No.

They lay a gentle hand on his chest, pushing back. He doesn’t touch, only opens his palms instead.

“These hands will always be for you, darlin. Always. Never to hurt or bruise. To hold, whenever you might need it. We’re safe.”

”Oh pet, my name tastes so good on your lips… as you scream it. How’s your leg, hmm? Holding, and healing, I hope.”

They roll their ankle, over and over again, tapping along the ridge where the scar had healed.

Still here, still here.

Still here still here still here still here still—

“Darlin.”

”Nice and crooked. Shifter bones are harder to shift and clay, but this… Now you can never run away. Why would you? Such a masochistic wolf you are. And so the wolf traded their life for another. The fox and the wolf.” He smiles. “What a tragic tale. Sly fox, stupid wolf.”

“I had this horse on the farm I grew up on, way back, in Mont Blanc.” They blink, lights unbearably bright. “Athena, we called her. And me, bein’ the small stubborn boy that I was, decided that I could damn well ride her if I pleased.”

There’s a pause, the shifter tapping a finger along the bone of their left ankle as they look up at him, present now.

“I fell off a horse that day, and my mama was not impressed.” They smile, reaching a hand out to take his palm.

“I’m sorry, its just—“

“No apologizin’.” They shrug but gesture for him to continue.

“Well, Athena got up to a whole lotta trouble in my day. She loved goin’ out and never wanted to come back,” he smiles, somber. “Couldn’t really blame her.”

They take his hand in theirs, squeezing as if to say I’m here.

“We can go back,” they say suddenly, the quiet too big. He looks concerned by pulls them gently to their feet anyway, a stream of tears drying on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps, voice raw. “You shouldn’t have had to live through that.”

They smile, a genuine smile, one they hadn’t felt in weeks.

From behind them Detective Clark clears his throat. The shifter and vampire both turn to him looking distraught, hands behind his back.

“Quinn lashed out. He managed to shatter the glass to the back room and has been placed again under a magical suppression. We don’t believe it’s safe for Mr. Collins to return back in there.”

He walks closer, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You did well. Thank you both for coming, we appreciate the patience in this difficult case in finding Mr. Fox.”

An hour later, Darlin and Sam are standing on the sidewalk, breathing in the cold evening air, feeling lighter than they had ever been.

Sam throws his head up to the stars, eyes bright.

“As long as those stars burn,” he points. “And as long as I live, I will always be here for you— morning, noon and night. Whenever you need me, darlin. I love you.”

Here we go, here we go

“I love you too, cowboy.”

Feel better now, feel better now

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (Pt.4)

A Matty Healy Fanfic

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke to the sound of a doorbell. I looked at my phone surprised to notice that I had slept past my alarm. I rubbed my eyes groggily as I threw on a hoodie to run downstairs and answer the door.

For the rest of the day yesterday, I nursed my now much-improved burn in between daydreaming about Matty. I'd say his name out loud and let the sound of it linger on my tongue, loving how it felt. I thought about the curls that fell across his forehead, the vision crystal clear, as if my heart had memorized his every hair. I felt giddy and inspired, drawing sketches late into the night of pieces I wanted to make that felt the way he had made me feel. 

As I lay down in bed, ready for another couple hours of tossing and turning until I finally could fall asleep, I finally let the fear seep in- what if I was reading into things too deeply? What if I'd made it all up? Maybe he was just a friendly and kind man- that couldn't be too unreasonable to imagine. After all, there was a photo of him kissing the other man. What seemed more unreasonable was the idea that this man could be single- how could someone so sweet and handsome not have a partner? After ruminating on the thought, I finally accepted that I had probably let myself read into his body language too much- I must have imagined him leaning in. After all, I had been the one to lean into him for a kiss. He probably was just waiting for me to leave, not watching the montage of us falling in love as I had been.

The doorbell rang again as I yanked on Matty's hoodie and ran down the stairs in my socks. Skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, I opened the door to find a postman holding a box. The man asked me to sign for the package, and I told him it must be a mistake- I hadn't ordered anything online since I first moved in, and I wasn't expecting any packages from my family or friends.

But I looked down and saw that it was addressed to Anna Burn Victim. I would have laughed if I hadn't been so shocked. My hands shook as I signed for the package and I forced myself to act casual until the door was safely locked behind me and I could bolt up the stairs to rip open the box.

Inside the heavy box were a second box and a small envelope that said Anna in charmingly messy handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a letter in the same handwriting.

Anna,

I hope you don't mind that I stole your address from my Uber history to mail you your apology gift. I know this isn't enough, but I hope it's a start. I also wanted to ask you if you'd like to meet me for a drink at Florence's- it's halfway between both our places. I can't see myself finding anything worth giving you that can even begin to make up for what I did to you, but I don't think a drink at an overpriced pretentious wine bar could hurt. Would tonight at 7 pm work for you? Here's my number: +4479754328967. Let me know.

x Matty

I sat down on my bed in complete shock. I couldn't believe what I had just read. I reread it once more, then again, and again. I let the words sink in, scanning for anything I could have missed that made me misinterpret his letter. When I couldn't find anything I stared out my window, stunned and in silence.

He wanted to see me again. 

I immediately flipped over onto my bed, scrambling towards my phone, too distracted by my excitement to consider playing it cool and waiting a few hours to text him.

Hi Matty, you're just in luck. My burn victim's support group ends at 7 pm tomorrow night, so I'll be free to torture you a little longer with this joke 😘

I could see him start to type his response right away, thankful that he also wasn't interested in playing things cool.

Considering I've had to wait a full 24 minutes since the courier left my place to hear back from you, I think I might also do with joining a support group of sorts- do you know if they have any for lonely and impatient arsonists? 

I giggled out loud and before I could type my response, he'd started typing again.

Btw, don't gorge yourself too much on your treats. Florence has the best charcuterie board in the city.

I scratched my head in confusion. "Oh!" I exclaimed, remembering finally about the box he'd sent with the letter. 

I reached over to pick up the hefty box. Lifting the lid, I gasped at the contents.

There had to be at least 50 cookies from the coffee shop inside. The cookies I'd told him were my favourite. The same cookies that sell out early in the morning every day. The same cookies that the shop doesn't take bulk orders for. 

After staring at the box for too long, I came to, remembering I hadn't responded yet to Matty's text.

WTF HOW DID YOU GET THESE?

I tapped my toe impatiently on the ground as I watched him type. 

I have my connections 😉

Anyways, unfortunately, have to run off- my meeting got rescheduled to today and I should've left a few minutes ago for it. I'll see you tonight, and please make sure to grab me any burn-enthusiast's anonymous pamphlets you see. Enjoy the cookies  x

I was so grateful I'd been sitting because my legs felt like jello. I fell backward onto my bed, my brain spinning. I couldn't wrap my head around what he'd done- what he'd said. This beautiful man had somehow gotten his hands on 50 of the most coveted cookies in all of London, written me a letter by hand, couriered it over to my house, and asked me out. The fact that he'd thought about me at all since yesterday was already enough to send me over without all the other things he'd done.

I lay like that trying to process everything for a long time before noticing that I was ten minutes into my booked studio time. I threw on some jeans, slipped on some splattered Crocs, and grabbed an old crewneck to replace Matty's hoodie with, not wanting to soil his sweater with the clay I'd be working with. I pulled the crewneck over my head and grabbed my keys to run out the door, lost in the thought of what I should wear to my date later that night.

[nfumbewalk]

Busy Critter! 💀

Three aspects of Santa Muerte, taken some time ago.

I'm a busy critter today. And I found out wonderful news! The steelhead fishies are coming back! The Native Americans told folks long ago to bust up a dam that was killing the steelhead population and they finally listened!! Yay! 😊 I love fish and hate ppl who mess with them. Still wanna be a fish doctor. Lol! Well, seriously, I would totally be an Ichthyologist and yes, I knew how to spell it. Geek! I'm a Chinook salmon lover. 💖 Yes, I eat them. Its the cycle of life.

Anyway, writing stuff today. I'm coming up with my own card set for divination. Very very simple. A kid could draw the images for me cos I cannot. The meanings are soooo easy. I've come up with 32 cards, well, there's numbers 1-10, then 22 picture cards. Reminds me of Lenormand cards but I'm trying not to mimic them. When ready, I'll get the blank cards from Amazon.

I don't know where the idea came from, but come to think of it, I was thinking of Rodolfo and he fluttered in recognition. So I think he inspired me. Especially because there's two "Muerto" cards. His presence has been really strong lately. He says this is the time of year that he had his accident. When he was In the military - he mangled his right hand. Guess it was bad enough to get discharged because he couldn't work his job. He says he nearly lost two fingers. I haven't seen his hand yet. Scared to! I'm not weak, I just hate to think or see that he got hurt. My empathy goes nutters.

Today i saw a real good edge of *white* freaking hair on my head! I wasn't quite ready for that. Who is? 😅 Gen X getting old! Though my husband has an almost white beard and tendrils of white in his dirty blonde hair. All MY fault!! Lol! He's five years my senior but fuck, I know that dealing with my shit aged him. Funny thing is that it took my dad forever to go grey and even at the time of his death, he still had a lot of black hair and under his beard??!!

He barely aged!! He looked like a much younger man, not a 74 year old. I really was floored. My family ages pretty good but we don't live that long. Its my dad's side, I think the Native American genes, because they age quite well. Ojibwe or Cree, not sure, but I lean toward Ojibwe more. Some ppl say I look Native, but I don't know. When i part my hair and put two braids in, yeah, I do. But I thought I heard Grandpa Ben say we were Cree. I'd love to know, but my family doesn't talk. We just don't. Its the generational gap.

Anyway, its just funny how all of this stuff I'm doing is coming together and I don't need a soul to teach me anything or initiate me! Ha! I think this is what my old Tata Antonio was alluding to years ago. He did tell me that I didn't need anyone. That I already had it in me. And he came to me recently and said he was really proud of what I was doing with Muerteria. Hmm. Yep, its all making sense now. Think I've been in the dark for a bit! 😂 Antonio said that I didn't need initiation. OMG. I'm so dumb.

I have been torturing myself for years. Don't need any of it! I don't need to ever wear white again!!! Yes! Woot! I'll only put it on my head for cleansings, that's it! I love white, just not clothing. 😆 i exclusively use white candles. Lol.

Sooo...I'm working on my Etsy shop. Not plugging it. I'm not even putting a link. Trying to figure out what sells. I put up a special Muerteria tarot reading. Hope it gets views. I updated all of my ads. I'm really just charging the most for the rituals because they are expensive to do and maintain for a month, some are shorter.

My Mama Chola Wealth ritual is the most money because I have to go to the river weekly and float an offering upstream. Plus her other offering is not appealing, and I also have to go outdoors for it and leave it by a tree. Palo "deities" or rather mpungo, like their offerings in nature. I remember going to the Siuslaw Nat'l Forest and leaving a steak for Zarabanda. That was definitely received! Even my husband Tom could feel it. It was like Zarabanda "shook" the land, almost felt like an earthquake.

I'm just trying to offer things that ppl are going to be interested in and can benefit from. I'm not into offering outlandish shit for a thousand dollars and then give no physical item? What's up with that? WTF is a chi ball anyway???!! That sounds New Age and fake. Ppl "give" those "chi balls" out a lot. How fucking dumb. I would want a real tactile item. I've done just digital rituals and I felt terrible. I'm no longer doing those. Readings, yes. Rituals, no. There are TONS of frauds on Etsy. Its Snake Oil version 2024! Utter fakes on Etsy - the lot of them. If someone says they can spiritually cleanse you without being WITH you - fraud! Run away!

Sorry but I'm old school. Before the internet. I learned magic from paper. Something called a book. The internet is full of trash information. Learn discernment before attempting to learn online. It doesn't hurt to read a book. Try a book more than 30 years old. Most of my good books are more than 50-60 years old. Old info? Not really because modern books just steal from my favorite old books! 😂 And flagrantly, without citing their sources.

There is a great book with tons of information. Its not horribly rare. Amazon can hook you up. "A Treasury of Witchcraft," by Harry Wedeck. Fun book if you really know what you are doing. Really useless if you don't. Hardcovers are spendy. My hardcover was under $10. This book is my go to for old effective spells.

You will find with old books that they are not politically correct, not inclusive and not sensitive to a lot of our issues of today. If that bothers you, avoid all books before 1980. Not saying that the 80's were good. But there were vast improvements. I know. Because. I've. Read. A LOT. Of books. 😉 I can give horrid examples of insensitive language that ppl used to use. But I just don't care myself. I care for others though, and that counts.

To end this old wind bags post? No beer until after noon o'clock. My mom's rule. Grandma popped her cap off at 10 AM. 😂 Sad but true.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[d-field22-blog]

Story link: https://www.deviantart.com/d-field22/art/Batman-Oc-Villain-16-Red-Riding-Hood-Digital-867360346

Bio: Real name: Rufina R. Dooh Occupation: Murderer, Professional criminal Base of Operation: Gotham City Eyes: Green Hair: Black, (ends dyed Red) Height: 5ft 7 in Weight: 130lbs

Attributes: Obsessed with old fairytales, particularly Little Red Riding Hood Suicidal Uses hand crafted baskets as not just her means of fitting her gimmick of filling it with dead body parts, but also as her calling card. With a quote of a famous fairytale written on a white card tied to the handles. Uses an exaggerated personality of an innocent girl. Surprisingly good in hand to hand combat. Mainly sticks to knives, or her cleaved she hides in her cloak Mainly sticks to old people as her victims. But is known to kill much younger folk that cross her, or whom she feels like killing.

Dream voice actress: Chloë Grace Moretz. You could say I have sort of a crush on Chloe, I can say that instead of some old perverts on Facebook or Twitter because she and I are a lot closer in age. But aside from that, she has grown to be a very competent actress, whether it be kickass heroes, smart allices, or even tortured souls, she for the most parts gives it her all in acting. I can't seem to recall seeing a "bad" performance from her. Though I think her choices need to be a bit better for some movies, Chloë Grace Moretz has the perfect voice for Rufina. I also tried to model Rufina's face after Chloe, but I'm not that very good at drawing real people. But I did my best, and I think I did it well enough.

Featured song: Little Red Riding Hood by Amanda Seyfried.

Notes.

Red Riding Hood was a rogue that desperately needed a redesign, and I was so looking forward to the day that she would get one. And dare I say, this one blows the original out of the water.

I decided to draw the basket in the crutch of her arm and placed her trademark killing weapon in where the basket use to be, along with an additional butcher knife, 3.Some of the colors of her outfit were changed and now she pops at you much more, because I didn't think to do the inside of her cloak in a different shade of red.

How could I not incorporate the Mad Hatter into her origin? It would have been a missed opportunity if I didn't have them meet/ work together in any point in time.

Now as I have said in my Joker page, I am not a big fan of the film, However I do like elements/ characters from it. I like Murray, I like Gary, and Randall(to a point) so I decided to incorporate the former 2 into Red's origin. For the Batman universe that I am creating is taking bits and pieces from all across Batman history, official, spin-off, or fan created, and finding a way to mesh the elements without going completely nuts.

I am a big Stephen King fan and one year on Christmas I asked for Carrie. I read half of the book in one day and I had to stop myself from reading it to have Christmas. Carrie in the book and the films was a huge inspiration for Rufina right up to the actress and even the main tormentor of Rufina, who shares the name of 2 other characters from the book.

[cloudyablek]

White lady gjinka!!

So i decided to draw the White lady, and give her a wavy hair as she should! I searched up various short wavy hair and the-jaw-length messy-wavy hair would be perfect for her.

^^

Inspiration!

I cant believe im going to torture myself by giving her wavy hair, as if i didnt struggle enough. But whatever, atleast i have the excuse to practice wavy/curly hair now :")

[couldntbedamned]

A Little Evening Break

Stephen Strange/AFAB!Reader

Warnings: slapping (face, 😺), degrading language, rough sex, a gentle caress of choking kink, smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

Inspired by this glorious post by @wint3r-h3art​.  I just couldn’t help myself.

"Either you're set on being a brat, or you're already too cock-dumb to comprehend a basic instruction," Stephen said.

You're not sure yourself, honestly. He's been torturing teasing you all day, with his significant looks, little smirks, and the way he's continued to draw your attention to his oh-so-slightly trembling fingers that are still long and still capable of pulling blackout orgasms from you. Then there were the little touches, and you'd swear on the Sanctum's oldest grimoire those touches are infused with magic to weaken your knees, make your core throb with need, and encourage your pussy to drip in anticipation of something.

His palm cracks across your face, quickly cradles the stinging cheek tenderly. "If you can't do as you're told, then I can just take care of myself," he whispers against your ear.

You feel his erection pressing insistently against your belly, hot and long and heavy and so thick it always feels like he's engraving himself into your soul with every vein.

"I can do it," you manage. Somehow, you've managed a coherent thought and those have been far and few between since he brought you into his study after the evening meal.

"Oh, can you?" He drawls, condescension thick like honey in his voice as a hand settles against your neck. Not squeezing, but it could. "Can you really?"

It's a Herculean task, but you emerge the victor when you settle on the thick plush of the rug, thighs spread in invitation and helped by knees hiked up. Your breath is heavy on your forearms as you keep your head lowered and your ass up in offering.

Stephen's other palm slaps your wet folds and you can't stop the moan that spills forth.

"It looks like you can behave after all," he coos. "Now, tell me you want my thick cock in your little pussy."

It's a struggle, but you get the words out. "Please, S-Stephen, Dr. Strange, I want- I want your thick cock in my lit-little pussy."

"Mmm. She can be taught," he says with a low chuckle, kissing down your back, lips and goatee rough on skin. He kisses back up to your neck.

When he finally deigns to split you in two slide home your breath is all but punched out of you. But who needs oxygen when Stephen's cock owns you so thoroughly?

On the rug, one hand tight on your hip and another holding your neck down, Stephen fucks you until your legs shake and your release cascades in ripples out from your core, until you absolutely are cock-dumb and moaning his name.

He lifts your name up in supplication between snarls of hot, mine, desperategreedy and praises of perfect, so good for me. When he spills inside of you, having wrung orgasm after orgasm out of your sweating, exhausted body, he whispers "my beloved" against the hair at your nape and nips lightly.

Long, long moments after, when the nerves in your aching thighs can work properly, you turn over in his embrace, pleased when your back hits the plush mattress of your bed. His hands are all over you, soothing and gentle. On a sigh of satisfaction, you kiss him.

"You really taught me a lesson," you tease.

"And don't you ever forget it," he rejoins, kissing you and pulling you closer into him.

[udretlnea]

Broken Wings Can Still Be Rebuilt (A fan work inspired by“LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD” GI x Dream SMP)

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT CANON TO GENSHIN IMPACT X DREAM SMP by @victoria1676. This is a fan work inspired by her work. PLEASE GO FOLLOW AND CHECK OUT HER WORK AS IT IS QUITE GOOD IMO.

Author’s Note: I’m going to be 100% transparent and state that for her brief appearance, I attached myself to Mei Mallory; it was after her dethroning and disappearance that caught my muse’s interest. So I thought, “What happens to her after she disappears in Snezhnaya?” and several days of writing-and drawing-later this was the end result. Also, since Mei Mallory canonically doesn’t have an official design IIRC I simply used my interpretation, but feel free to use your own in your own works/art pieces. (Comments & critiques are welcomed.)

Synopsis: Mei’s story as the imposter creator may have ended, but that doesn’t mean other beings’ attention haven’t been caught by this strange timeline, and with the multiverse still open for interdimensional travel it was only a matter of time before someone reared their head in this direction.

Content Warning: Graphic Descriptions of Violence/Torture. (Hey fyi I like that trope where the person uses jokes and smiles as a coping mechanism ;P)

As she felt the glowing lance pierce her stomach, the young lady merely closed her eyes and waited for darkness to take her. When she opened them again, she found herself right back in her cell, shackled to the wall; her body untouched and did not possess any wounds.

With a resigned sigh, the young woman merely brushed her long hair to the side and slumped on the nearby wall; shivering, she huddled into a ball in an attempt to keep warm.

Well, that was quicker than I expected, Mei Mallory thought as she picked up a rusty nail and began carving another line alongside the others. Including just now with the Tsartisa, that makes…twelve? Damn these bitches really are crazy about showing loyalty to their god.

Tossing the nail aside, Mei casually strode towards the cell bars and leaned her head on them lazily; the shackles on her wrists and ankles clanked noisily. She looked at the Fatuus that was standing straight, but even she could sense his drowsiness from where she stood.

“Heya Vikky! How’s it been?” The Fatuus moved his head as if he were about to reply, but stopped himself. “Aw come on, indulge a lady soon-to-face certain death with some conversation will you?”

Viktor scoffed. “Go jump off a cliff, impostor.”

“Haha! Funny you should say that! I think I did jump off a cliff once in order to escape some people who were chasing me…but that was so long ago. Wow. It’s been so long since I stepped foot into Szeznhaya. I thought I’d find at least someone who was still loyal to me.” Mei shook her head. “I’m sure you can figure out how that ended. Look at me, the once great creator of Teyvat now reduced to a lowly prisoner.”

“Don’t you dare call yourself that, not after what you did. Or have you forgotten how much pain and trouble you’ve caused for the Creator?”

“Yeah…yeah I did sort of do that, didn't I?” Mallory hit her head on the bar and let her arms hang in the air limply. She stared at the ground as blurry images of that person being run through with her sword, only to be enveloped by a golden light and reappear with wings and no injuries; the sight of their eyes-Archons those eyes filled with pure hate-appeared in her head, and when she concentrated she could remember all those times she was slain, only to be brought back to life once more. “Haha…what a wonderfully messed-up timeline this is. Oh well…what are you gonna do? Go back in time and fix things?”

With that, Mei retreated to the bench attached to the wall and sat down; she curled herself up in a ball with a miserable smile.

Haha…what’s wrong with me? Showing vulnerability…have I truly fallen so far…? Mei buried her head in her arms. Get a grip Mallory. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of is gone. Your power, your throne, your subjects-everything is gone…and the worst part is it’s all your fault.

It's all my fault.

…Haha…since when did I…feel so sorry for myself? All of a sudden, I feel so tired. 

Let me rest…I have a feeling whatever they have planned for me I’m gonna need the strength for it.

Ill Dottore strode through the icy halls of Zapolyarny Palace; the way to the dungeon was more or less memorized by him, and by extension all of the other harbingers. It just so happened that it was his turn to “play” with the impostor Mallory. He turned right before reaching a door; after opening it, he descended several flights of stairs until he reached a metal door with a lone Fatuus standing guard; his small smile stayed on even as he nodded and opened the door for the Doctor.

Marching into the room, the last thing he expected was that everything was practically made of solid ice, including the bars holding the impostor. The Fatuus that was standing next to it was looking almost tired, but the sight of the Doctor stirred him to stand upright. 

“Bring out the impostor.” Dottore said. Viktor inserted his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring of keys; he fumbled with them, trying to recall which one was the correct one until he pulled a small key, inserted it into the lock, and turned. There was a satisfying kachunk and Viktor opened the cell door. Mallory lay on the bench, curled into a ball. Dottore observed her form uncaringly as Viktor stepped inside, grabbed her by the shoulders, and hoisted her on her feet; Mei jolted awake and stood unsteadily on her feet.

“Wha-? Hey! I was napping…!” Her eyes landed on Ill Dottore and they widened; she sighed and put her hands behind her back, smirking. “Oh hey Dotty, I guess it’s your turn to be taking care of me, ehe~”

The Fatuus behind Dottore let out a snort; the Doctor said nothing and began walking out of the dungeon. Viktor shoved Mei out of the cell who promptly started walking behind the Harbinger; as for the second Fatuus in the room, he followed closely behind Viktor. 

 The four walked out of the dungeon without much event.

“Hmm…say, Viktor, would it be remiss of one to forget to do their patrols?” The Fatuus asked out loud. 

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You know…it would be a shame if someone were to just, let the backdoor open, and let an intruder in…” He trailed off.

While this was happening, Mei was having a one-sided conversation with Dottore,

“So Doc! What’ll it be this time? Ya gonna slowly cut me up while I’m still alive? Or maybe have me drink a poison that’ll make my insides burn while you sit and watch? Oh, don’t tell me: You’re gonna tell one of those clones of yours to do their worst!” Mei clasped her hands together in mock delight. “Hahaha! I adore those other versions of you, ya know? They’re just so much more…fun to be around than this…older…version of you-!”

Dottore sighed internally as the argument between the two grunts got more heated. 

“Ahaha! I’m only stating the hypothetical! I mean, only a fool would try to infiltrate the most sacred place in all of Snezhnaya-”

“I said will you shut up already-?!” Viktor yelled at the other Fatuus, finally stopping and turning himself around to stop him. “You’re talking crazy, you know that? Nobody in their right mind would want to infiltrate this place unless they wanted something from here!”

The Fatuus tilted his head. “You mean someone like her?”

“Pft, nah, who’d ever want some scum like her?” He grinned at Viktor.

“...I would.”

“What-oof!” Viktor flew across the room after getting punched with enough force, hurtling into Mei who tripped forward and clung onto Dottore’s jacket; taken by surprise, the Doctor fell backwards as the two’s combined weight caused him to fall on top of them.

“Ugh-!?” “What is the meaning of this!?” “Ughhh you two are heavy…”

“Hahahaha!” The trio froze in their efforts to untangle themselves and stared at the only one who was standing; he was grinning widely, his teeth bare for them to see.

He stuck out his right hand to his side and slowly moved it in front of his torso; when the hand passed, his Fatui uniform changed into a dark gray metallic suit. When it passed his head, a dark helmet magically appeared on its head; it had two protruding horns that pointed in opposite directions. There were six red triangles in front; three triangles were larger than the others and had small orange pupils. When the transformation was complete, standing before them was a tall man in a futuristic-looking suit.

“Why hello there,” he greeted the awe-struck trio. His voice seemed to reverberate, as if there were at least several other voices mixed in. “Say, do you guys wanna see a magic trick?”

He held his hand out and a second later, grabbed a violet blue staff that manifested out of thin air. On the end of it was an orange block with what looked like a square gray console with lights on it. Grinning like a child that got to try out their new toy, he flourished it, twirling it around and then pointing it at them. A moment later, a beam of light shot out from the cube at the end and enveloped Viktor and Dottore; he pointed the end of the staff up, and in turn the two Fatui rose in the air. With a slight flick of the wrist he nudged the staff forward, and they shot backwards with enough force that they crashed through the wall at the end of the hall.

Mei stared at the hole her captors left, unaware of the sound of footsteps coming closer. She blinked and turned around to find the stranger’s orange eyes gazing down at her while still wearing the manic grin. 

“Don’t worry, they’re not important to the story,” he said. He pointed the staff at both of her shackles and a beam fired, making them disappear. “You, on the other hand, are what’s important, Mei Mallory.”

Mei rubbed her wrists, chafed from being shackled for so long. Slowly, she stood up straight and looked him in the eye; it was taking every ounce of her willpower to keep her legs from shaking. 

“How do you know my name?” She asked in a soft voice. She internally cursed herself for sounding weak, but right now she was dealing with something unknown. Judging from the strange outfit this man is wearing, perhaps…he too comes from somewhere else? That block looks eerily similar to the one that…that they used. 

“Short answer? We’ve been watching you for quite some time now. We have deemed you worthy of…redemption. Atonement.” He pointed his staff at the wall to his right and fired. It exploded in a shower of pebbles, and Mei covered her head; she parted her fingers and saw that a hole was blown, revealing the snowy landscape and the night sky. The cold fresh air washed over her body, but to her it was refreshing after being kept in the dank cell. Suddenly she felt a tingle throughout her body and the cold subsided as warmth overtook her. “There we go. Now follow me. It won’t be long now until the rest come to investigate.”

Atonement? Me? Mei thought disbelievingly. “What are you talking about?” 

“Hmm…now’s not the perfect time or place to explain, or have you forgotten where we are?” He started walking away from her and into the snow. “If you truly want answers and a way out, then follow…”

Mei watched him march away, her hands clasped in front of her chest; she looked at the hole in the wall with uncertainty. Then she looked outside where her rescuer(?)  was still walking away unperturbed by the snow.

I don’t have much of a choice do I? She sighed. Well let’s hope wherever he’s going is less of a hellhole than this place.

Deciding her best bet was with the stranger, she stepped outside and ran towards him, her footsteps leaving marks in the snow.

By the time she caught up with him, he was standing in front of a large tree absentmindedly tapping the end of the staff against his other hand. He turned around once Mei got close enough.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but shouldn’t we be running for the hills? We’re still awfully close to the palace,” Mei said with a pleasant smile on her face, though her tone had undercurrents of worry in it.

“Oh don’t you worry dear, I’ve taken care of that loose end. It should be setting off right…about…now…!” He snapped his fingers and a massive explosion rocked the ground; Mei turned around to find a cloud of smoke erupting from the now-on-fire Zapolyarny Palace. Mei covered her face as a wave of heat washed over her. “Haha! Nice…that came out better than I expected.”

“Was that…really necessary? The explosion?” He pointed his staff at the ground and several glowing yellow blocks appeared; they formed a rectangle and with another fire from the staff the center was filled with a translucent light blue glow.

“Haven’t you ever heard of distractions? Now come.” He stepped towards the portal, but paused and turned around mere inches from entering.

“What?”

“Ah...we never told you my-our name, did we?” Mei shook her head and the young man held out a hand. “Derin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Was now really the time for introductions? Mei thought annoyed,  though she took the hand and shook it. Derin clapped loudly and grinned.

“Alright! Introductions are out of the way-let’s go home!” Derin turned and stepped through the portal, disappearing in a flash of light. 

Mei looked back one last time at Zapolyarny Palace, which was currently on fire; then she stepped through the portal and disappeared.

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Pre serum Steve once fell of a balcony and Bucky caught him. Bucky reminds him every chance he gets.

anon, you have inspired me... i saw this. thought "YES", then scurried to my google drive

and so here is a fic, wholly based on this ask

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“Steve, what the hell are you doing?”

Steve twists around from where he’s perched on the fire escape rail, back against the cool brick wall of their shitty tenement. It’s nearly April and the weather’s getting warmer, a soft breeze keeping it just cool enough for long pants. Steve has always preferred warmer weather, though, and he thought he’d take advantage of the first truly nice day that Spring. His sketchbook lies open on his lap, propped against his knee. A light, but detailed sketch of the other tenement buildings that spanned out in front of him fills the page.

“Drawing,” Steve says, glancing at Bucky where his head is poking out the window. He looks concerned and his eyes keep flicking to where Steve’s holding himself stable with his free leg. “Why are you already home? What time is it?”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow and Steve wants to stick his thumb on the little divot to smooth it out. He always thought Bucky would get a permanent wrinkle there if he kept frowning so much.

“Nearly 6:00,” Bucky says, and Steve realizes he must have let time get away from him. That tends to happen, when he draws, his mind blessedly quiet for a few hours as he loses himself in the methodical scratch of his charcoal pencils. Still, he had gotten home from his work restocking shelves at the local grocer around 3:00. He didn’t think it had been that long.

“Oh,” he says.

Bucky climbs out onto the escape. He’s wearing his work clothes still-- an oily white shirt tucked into heavy denim pants. His hair's hanging down in his eyes. Steve knows he’ll want him to cut it soon.

He wants to reach out to him, but he can’t. Not out here where anyone could see. It’s torture, not being able to touch anywhere but in the confines of their bed, hidden under the covers where prying eyes can’t strip away their privacy-- their God given right to love each other as wholly as human nature could allow. Steve purses his lips and forces himself to look back down at his sketch.

“I don’t like you sitting up there,” Bucky says.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Just because you’re afraid of heights doesn’t mean that everyone else is, Buck. Besides, we’re only three stories up.”

Bucky huffs, stepping closer. “That’s still far,” he says. “You fall, you’ll splatter all over the sidewalk and scar Miss Maggie downstairs for life. I’d have to pay for her heart failure and your funeral.”

Steve snorts and closes his sketchbook, thoroughly distracted now. The sun’s starting to set anyway, and it’s bound to get cold soon.

“You’re so dramatic,” Steve says. “I’m holding myself up just fine. See? I can even reach for my other charcoals and there ain’t no problem.”

To prove himself, Steve closes his sketchbook and tosses it onto the fire escape, sticking the charcoal he was using in the binding. He twists around after that and leans over to grab another pencil from where he’d left his spares on a ledge to his right, his thigh muscles flexing as he holds himself in place. The pencils are farther away than he last remembers them, though, because he feels himself reaching further and further until his balance is tipping and he’s tumbling over the side.

“Stevie!” Bucky’s frantic voice shouts, but Steve can barely hear him, too busy gasping in surprise.

There’s a suspended moment of terror as the world seems to go quiet, his ears ringing in alarm as he feels himself starting to fall and oh god, Bucky was right, he really shouldn’t have tried to reach out for his pencils and now he really was going to fall to his death and Miss Maggie was going to see him break his neck on the sidewalk or he’ll kill an alleycat on impact or--

--A strong hand closes around his bicep, catching him before he can fully go over the side of the fire escape. He’s shaking with adrenaline as Bucky lifts him back to safety. He’s speaking, Steve realizes belatedly.

“--Such a fucking idiot, I swear to god, you’re gonna be the death of me, Rogers.”

“You say that, like, once a week,” Steve says weakly, and he notices then that he’s shaking. His teeth are chattering, adrenaline coursing through him. He must look as freaked out as he feels, because Bucky takes one look at his face and softens.

He glances around, then braces a hand on the back of Steve’s neck, grounding him. A moment later, Steve is being pulled into his chest. He’s sweaty and smells like the docks, but Steve presses closer, inhaling deeply in time with Bucky.

“You okay, kid?” Bucky asks.

Steve nods against his chest, hiding. “Sorry. Spooked.”

“I don’t blame you,” Bucky says, pulling away after sneaking a soft kiss on Steve’s head. He swoops down to collect Steve’s sketchbook. “C’mon, let’s go inside.” He straightens and points an accusing finger at Steve. “I told you so, by the way.”

Steve just rolls his eyes.

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“No! Not without you!”

“Aw, hell…”

Steve’s going to die.

He’s thought that a lot, in his 25 years of life. But now, as he sizes up the impossible jump between him and Bucky, he really truly believes it.

Bucky made it across, if only barely, and Steve wishes he would just go. There’s a deep pain in his eyes now-- one Steve noticed as soon as he lifted Bucky off that goddamn experiment table. If anyone deserves to get out of this fiery hell, it’s him. But Steve knows that he really won’t leave without him. He’d damn himself to die by the burning hands of war right alongside Steve.

Steve knows this, because he would do the same.

He takes the jump running, giving himself one moment to falter before he’s soaring through the air. It burns, and he knows he’s breathing in so much smoke. Fire licks at his heels and singes his clothes, melting the soles of his boots and mottling his skin.

It feels like he’s caught in midair, flying forever without falling as the other side gets closer and closer and holy shit, he’s going to make it-- he’s really going to--

He manages to grab hold of the railing on the other side, screaming as it breaks and bends, leaving him dangling. The metal is smoltering and he gasps, letting go on instinct as it burns the skin of his palms and shit, he’s such an idiot, but before he can fall, Bucky’s leaning over and grabbing him by the forearm.

He hauls him up onto the platform and they collapse onto the ground, panting as they claw at each other, needing something tangible-- real-- to keep them sane and then they’re kissing, teeth clacking together and noses bumping. Bucky’s sobbing, Steve notices and he pulls back to reassure him, only to realize he’s doing the same. They kiss until the air in their lungs turns to ash and they pull away to breathe, foreheads resting together.

“You’re such a fucking dumbass,” Bucky pants.

“Fuck you,” Steve answers. He kisses him again, hungry for more-- yearning to crawl under Bucky’s skin and hide there. “Thanks for catching me.” And it’s horribly insufficient. There’s so much to say to each other, so many bases to cover and things that can’t go unsaid, but Bucky must understand, because he guides Steve’s head down to his chest. A position Steve never thought he’d have the privilege of falling into again.

“Always gonna catch you,” he says. It’s quiet for a long time, nothing but their heavy breathing and the roaring fire to fill the spaces between them. Steve opens his mouth to say something; anything. He needs to ask if Bucky’s okay-- what they were doing to him-- and he knows Bucky has questions. Ones that he deserves answers to more than anyone, but the words get caught in his throat. It doesn’t matter, though, because Bucky laughs wetly. “Like-- like that fuckin’ time you almost fell off the fire escape and--”

Steve groans, shoving at Bucky before gathering him close and breathing him in, because if Bucky can find it in him to tease, then things have to be okay.

“You ain’t ever letting that go, are you?”

“Never.”

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thanks for reading, chiefs