#this power rangers rip-off

[satriaproto]

God Beast King Kong 3/Celestial Warriors Ultra Celestial Armor is on Startimes!

Just like Armor Hero Lava, I recently saw this program being aired there for international broadcast. I am unsure if this is english dubbed...

[luckyshinyhunter]

🦕👻 Shows from 2004 must love having a iconic trio that people remembered! 👻🦕

[regaliasonata]

We need a power ranger who’ll get put on display like DC does to Dick Grayson

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Weird black neglected!reader

You're a little bit weird—well, not just a little bit, but you're normal compared to your "family," those weirdos running around in masked costumes beating up the mentally ill. At least you have hobbies that don't endanger the public, like spending your time on the Internet spreading misinformation and having online arguments. You enjoy Discord calls with your friends and trolling Discord mods. It's just too fun! Plus, with the Batcomputer, you can dox almost anyone in the country. You spend most of your time in your room; there's no need for family bonding when you have your anime husbands to keep you happy. You're like an enigma in the house; you only appear when your stomach growls and when you need a proper meal that doesn't contain Dr. Pepper and spicy chips that might burn your insides. Your interests go from niche to unknown fandoms—so small that the author lets your self-insert become an actual character. Trickets and buttons from all types of fandoms decorate your bag like a museum. Thank God for Bruce Wayne's money; you wouldn't have half the merch you have now. But at school, you're also unknown—just the weird, geeky kids who hang out with other weird, geeky kids in your small circle of friends. You remember once you tried to invite Damian into the group because you knew he liked manga back when you were hopeful and naive. The little gremlin denied it and called them "childish." He literally reads shoujos, and this was the day you were going to introduce him to Cardcaptor Sakura—that little hater. But ever since then, you have kept your distance. Your brother Tim had the same interest; you tried to bond over My Hero, showing off a plush, only for him to tell you, "That show was mid," and it made you buckle to your knees. You tried to bond over books with Jason; he told you to read real books and that comics were for kids. You wanted to strangle his thick neck. Dick just didn't know anything about anything—he's too old. The girls just didn't care much. Barbara told you to grow up, and Stephanie gave you that. "Wow, that's really cool..." smile. You knew she didn't care, and Cass would rather train than hear you ramble about power ranger crossovers, but then again, how could you relate to them there superheros, And you're just one weirdo it makes you want to rip out your dreads and scream. You try so hard, but you're still an afterthought, just another body in the house and another mouth to feed. At least you can vent about it in your Discord servers or cry about while listening to vocaloid, maybe some Mitski for extra kick. But who were they anyway? You were way too cool for them, and they just don't understand your swagger. But maybe the people at the galas will appreciate your interests; then again, you'd rather not talk to old, rich, white people with laughs that cost 500,000 dollars and 20 cents.

[heroesrest64]

Phone Phantom

As far as ghosts go, you’re pretty unremarkable. You don’t have any of the normal powers. No mysteriously moving stuff, no faint creepy voices, no appearing in mirrors to jumpscare people. All you can really do is affect your anchor.

You don’t mind your existence, though, and you’ve more or less forgotten what your ‘unfinished business’ was, if you ever even had any. Nowadays you just stick close to your anchor and wait for people to pick it up.

Oh right, your anchor. It’s your old phone, if you would believe it. Completely outdated by now, but still alive regardless. Maybe because your soul is attached to it?

You float listlessly above your phone, abandoned in a forest in the middle of nowhere. The last people who had it were a couple of park rangers who were bringing it to the lost and found after receiving it from some hikers who in turn found it in a homeless man’s camp deeper into the woods.

Yeah, you’ve been getting around. A well-traveled ghost, one might call you. Goddesses your afterlife is a joke-

A sound like ripping paper catches your attention, and you slowly turn in the air to find what you can only assume to be a portal ripping open behind you. Your eyes widen in surprise. Even after a few years of being a ghost, you’ve never seen any sort of magic, especially not a gateway between worlds like this appears to be.

From the portal comes a black blur, sprinting through your incorporeal form and deeper into the woods like hell was on its heels. Shortly after, more figures follow after, at a much more moderate pace, likely due to the sheer size of the group.

The first person you see is a man looking to be in his early thirties, a scar over one of his eyes and strange markings on his face. He’s wearing armor and has a huge sword strapped to his back that gives you pause.

The rest of the men who step out after him are dressed in lighter armor, but they still look like they came directly out of a ren faire. Long tunics, leather boots, swords and shields and a whole plethora of strange items.

This has got to be the coolest thing you’ve seen in your entire afterlife.

The first man to step out is also the first to speak, his voice low and gravelly as he surveys the area.

“It got away again. Such a cowardly beast can’t hide forever.”

“I’ll start tracking him.” A different man speaks up, reaching towards a charm strung around his neck while everyone else shifts away. A black void ungulfs the man, and in his place, a wolf stands and begins sniffing around.

If you could talk, you could probably point them in the right direction pretty easily. The thing that ran past earlier is still in your territory.

“Hey, what’s this?” The youngest in the group asks, stooping down to pick up your phone while the wolf begins circling the area. A different man with long, blonde hair peeks over the boy's shoulder, holding a tablet of his own up to it.

“Dunno. It looks like a smaller version of the sheikah slate.” The long haired man hums while the youth pokes at your phone. It lights up, and you watch your home screen come to life. Ever since dying, your phone hasn’t had an actual lock on it. You could just kick them off your phone by continuously turning it off, but you don’t really feel like it.

While the two start tapping away at your screen, the rest of the group seems to be gearing up to get moving. You’re more than happy to be joining them for as long as they’ll carry you around, and happily bob after one dressed in a red tunic that might as well be a dress.

“Don’t tell me you can’t find his scent,” He gripes at the wolf who’s still sniffing around. A short whine escapes the wolf’s throat, and you take a moment to feel around once more. At the very edge of your territory, you can feel the shadowy figure sulking around.

Well, you have nothing better to do. Grinning, you reach into your pocket, taking out a ghostly version of your phone and typing away at it, eventually sending off a text-

To yourself. Your physical phone dings, sending the two boys still pawing over it into a panic. You snicker, tucking your phone away while you wait for them to read your text.

“What- it says ‘The thing you’re looking for is to the northeast’.” The older man gasps, snatching your phone out of the younger's hand, only to have it snatched up by the red tunic wearing man in turn. You should really try to find out some names for these guys.

“Some sort of tracking device? I can sense some magic coming from it.” Red shirt says, gidding his nails under your phone case in a way that makes you flinch. Your poor baby deserves better treatment than that.

“If Twilight can’t pick up a trail, it might be best to trust this device. Surely it wasn’t left here accidentally.” A different man- shorter than the rest, with a color blocked shirt, speaks up.

“Let me see it.” The oldest calls out, taking a strange mask from his bag while red shirt passes over your phone. He puts the mask on once your phone is in his hand, the painted eye on the smooth wood looking creepy but elegant. He stares at your phone for a total of three seconds before slowly, slowly tilting his head up until he makes direct eye contact with you.

In any other case, you would’ve chalked the direct eye contact up to pure coincidence, but these guys are clearly something else, and he’s holding line of sight for an unsettlingly long ammount of time.

So you decide to test things out.

“Can you… see me?” You ask, bobbing a bit closer through the air. You don’t receive a response. Instead, the man takes off the mask and turns back to his companions.

“We’ll trust this device, for now. If it proves valuable, it might be a good idea to keep it for a while.” The older man announces, but his eyes land back on you. Or, rather, where you once were, as you managed to float a couple inches away from the spot while he was talking. Is he giving you an out? As if to say ‘Don’t give us any more hints if you want to be left here’?

It’s a nice sentiment and all, but this is the most interesting thing to happen to you in years, and there’s no way you’re going to miss out on whatever these men are doing.

You float along giddily, passing through each of the men as your pace speeds up or theirs slows. Slowly, you get a feel for each of their names and personalities, and begin to have a realization.

These men are the Group of Heroes said to pop in and out of time. They must’ve been brought here by their adventure, but they’re all ancient compared to the technology of the modern day. It’s funny in some ways and worrisome in others. What if they, like, pull a sword on someone and get shot for it?

Then again they’re heroes, so they probably won’t go around killing people…

For now, you’ll just help them get to the enemy they’re chasing down, and after, if the opportunity arises, you’ll coach them on how to exist in the modern age.

The older man- Time- ends up passing your phone back to the long haired one- Wild, as he seems to navigate your device better.

‘Getting close. Turn left.’ You giggle, amused with the situation, until very suddenly, you feel about twenty more presences, all surrounding the shadowy creature from before

‘WAIT!’

“It’s saying to wait. Looks pretty urgent.” Wild calls out, and the whole group slows to a stop.

“What is it? Did something happen?” Hyrule asks, peering over Wilds shoulder.

‘Twenty more things just popped up.’ You type, fingers flying over your keyboard with a certain urgency. You could float over and check it out, but you don’t want them to think that you abandoned them while you’re distracted.

“Can you tell us more information?” Time asks, getting a few strange looks from everyone else. You suppose he’s dropping the act, talking to you directly now.

‘Give me a second. Don’t move.’ You command and begin floating to where the disturbances are coming from.

Ghosts like you have a certain perimeter surrounding their anchor that they can freely move around in. If anything living enters that space, you can feel it. You’re not sure how that applies to your ghostly physiology- maybe it has something to do with your need to Haunt whoever picks up your phone? So you can track them, or maybe cajole them to come closer and pick it up. You’re not sure, but you’ve never felt too compelled to legitimately Haunt anyone.

Either way, it’s a useful skill in this moment, where you can quickly locate and identify the group of- well they certainly aren’t Hylians. Is that what a monster looks like? You’ve only ever met other ghosts, so you had no idea they would look so… grotesque. You snap a couple pictures from different angles for reference before letting yourself be pulled back to your anchor.

‘Check this out.’ You type and send the pictures. There are a few gasps and interested hums as everyone gathers around to see what’s on your phone. Immediately, the men start coming up with plans of attack, pulling out a few different materials and weapons to best plan for the upcoming battle. You keep a close eye on the section of the forest where you can still feel the gathered monsters, making sure that no more suddenly pop up.

Eventually there’s a slight tug, and you realize everyone is on the move again. You hover over Warriors this time, ghosting your hands over his tense shoulders but knowing that your touch won’t do anything to him. Instead, you take out your phone and type one last message before everyone officially starts the battle.

‘Good luck. I believe in you guys!’

~~

“You guys got your asses handed to you.” You laugh uproariously as the heroes slowly come to. They’re all some level of batttered, bruised, burnt or broken.

That’s right, the Group of Heroes all died. It was a spectacle, to be sure, and you feel for the guys, you really do.

But can anyone blame you for laughing a little when Wind got sent flying comedically high by an explosion? Or when Time got his big ass sword stuck in a rock?! It was just one failure after another, the whole scene was like something out of a comedy sketch. You won’t deny you got most of it on camera.

“What the heck…” Warriors groans, rubbing at his black eye. You’re pretty sure he got in an honest-to-god fist fight with one of the monsters. Like, right hooks and uppercuts and everything. And he still lost!

“What happened?” Four asks, shivering. You’re pretty sure he got hit with an ice spell and sat out the rest of the fight. You kinda forgot his existence after that.

“You guys died.” You hum, smiling genially. Not that people dying is particularly new to you, though you will admit their way of going out was a new brand of hilarious.

“Died?! How?!” Legend shrieks, standing up to fast and causing the arrow in his throat to bob up and down in a very uncomfortable way.

“You died to an arrow through the throat. And then your body got kinda… dragged through the mud. That would be why your whole face is covered in the stuff.” You tell him. Legend gasps, wiping his face with his hands but succeeds in nothing.

“You can’t change your appearance after you die, newbie. You’ll just be stuck like that ‘till you fully pass on.” You shrug. Wind laughs loudly, not affected in the least by his newly missing eye and stump where his leg should be.

“Now I can finally look like a real pirate! Ghosts wouldn’t happen to have peg leg prosthetics, would they?” Wind asks, excitedly bobbing up to your side.

“They do indeed. I know a guy down a couple blocks from my old house. Maybe we could convince a hiker to move our anchors that way, get you decked out with some proper pirating gear.

“Didn’t you just say ghosts can’t change their appearance?” Twilight asks smartly. You throw him an odd look. He’s a wolf, ergo he has no place to talk.

“You’re going to be a wolf ghost for the rest of your afterlife. I don’t think you have room to talk.” You point out, and he huffs but doesn’t argue.

“What do ghosts do for fun?” Sky asks all of a sudden. He got put to sleep in the middle of a sword fight and just didn’t wake up after. You almost assumed he was still sleeping up until his soul separated from his body.

“Whatever we had on hand before we died. Lucky for you guys I died with my phone on hand.” You giggle, pulling out the device and beginning to type away at it.

“Which means?” Hyrule asks, leaning over your shoulder to see what you’re doing.

“Which means I get to make the Heroes of Hyrule brainrot to TikTok audios for the rest of their afterlives.”

None of the heroes know why, but your words sound more like a threat than a playful tease, and all of a sudden, they’re all aware that Ghosts are technically Monsters, too.

(Happy April fools hehe this one got away from me, but I thought it was fun anyway)

[cyborgkanojo]

I am a MASSIVE enemies to lovers fan and I think the trope would fit Boothill so damn well. Maybe more of a rivals to lovers situation. I feel like there's a lot of angles you can look at it from. Maybe a reader who also hates the IPC keeps taking all his kills and it pisses him off so bad he has to kiss you about it. Maybe a reader in the IPC who keeps pulling strings at very convenient times for Boothill to take advantage of flaws in security, or he gets captured and the cell door very conveniently opens and the power very conveniently goes off; he later finds out that you're actually a vigilante who's trying to rip apart the corporation from the inside out. Maybe a reader who he knew from home who was a rival since you were kids, always beating him in horse races and stealing his bounties and out-shooting him; he was convinced that you burned just like all the others, but when he finds another IPC shithead to kill, he finds you with your gun to their head, interrogating them for info.

Idk. Just a lot of untapped potential imo

VERY REAL FOR THIS I've been wanting desperately to write something like this with more complexity for the longest time because I eat this trope up so so much. I had the idea in my head of a sort of "rival" member of the Galaxy Rangers too, but again, wanting to actually flesh out the complexity of that dynamic beyond smut is kinda hard for me and I don't know why. I mean....adding to it just enough to make it work might help? But man, who does t love buildup?

[st4rboyloser]

yep yep yep that’s so accurate for this post

“nothing gets past me!” says guy who everything gets past

[tawneybel]

Request: “Power Rangers images: …Snapper.” Mention of scalie reproduction. There’s not actually any smut this time, so I didn’t mark it mature. Expect Yautja smut next, though. :P 

Imagine Snapper attempting to do some family planning on the first date. 

You wanted to meet up at a restaurant. Since Snapper was a turtle monster man, and an enemy of the Power Rangers, a pond seemed like a good compromise. 

After meeting Jellica, you’d assumed Snapper would be a merperson, like her. It explained why the date would take place outside near water. Because snappers were more prone to estuaries, you assumed Snapper was being considerate of your needs as a full-blooded land mammal. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to get, wet- Er. You flushed, in part because you felt a little ridiculous waiting on a monster man. Next to a pond. At least there was a bench nearby. Added some normalcy to the situation. This wasn’t the great outdoors. If things got weird, you could dip. 

As long as he doesn’t expect me to jump in the pond, you amended. On the first date. 

“______, I am Phantom Beast general Snapper, spirit of the snapping turtle.”

He assumed, correctly, you were ______. Probably because you gave off strong monsterfucker vibes. It was a relief Snapper was reptilian, not piscine. Otherwise he might try to get you to release an egg in the water while he ejaculated.

Jellica had been very open about her experience mating with a human. Snapper, as you were about to find out, still had a fundamental misunderstanding of female human sexual expectations.

“Hello, General Snapper.”

“Just Snapper,” he corrected, nevertheless pleased by your formality.

Human chicks were supposed to be kinda easy, right? From what Jellica and Lepus said, their males weren’t expected to fight over them. The turtle man would have happily eviscerated any rivals. In front of you, even. Surely you knew what you were getting into? He knew he would be your first scalie. 

Hopefully only, he thought, taking in your more-than-adequate form. His yellow, glowing pupiless eyes never seemed to blink. So you could only assume he liked what he saw. You smiled. 

“So, ______, how many clutches are you interested in having?”

You blinked. Rapidly. Because you were pretty sure he’d just asked how many kids you wanted.

“Clutches? As in clutches of eggs?”

“If you prefer only one batch from me,” he said, tossing his arms up, “I completely respect your decision.” 

Snapper would never stealth you. That was beneath a Phantom Beast general. Even if you’d been a spoil of war, Snapper would take his time to court you. But you were here completely of your own volition. He had to keep in mind his date might want as many monster fathers for your young as possible. Perhaps to widen the gene pool around this area. Admirable, really. 

Still, he considered, the word “pool” causing him to sneak a glance at the pond, even if she went for superfecundation, surely she’d still like a “boyfriend”?

Snapper knew he’d have to update his vocabulary if you were interested in a long term mate. You were his first human, after all.    

Oh God, he did want you in the water. Emphasis on “want.”  

“I mean, it’s not that shallow?” he tried. ______’s expression was blank. “Your privates would remain dry. Well, your backside would.”

You could tell from his tone that he’d already appraised that part of your body and really liked what he saw. (Why wouldn’t he?) He was chelonian. Snapper came here fully intending to mount you. Considering you were a monsterfucker, you might’ve let him. Had he not brought up babies on the first date. 

You didn’t want to get his hopes up, but it was better to rip the bandaid off. 

“Er, humans don’t really plan out reproduction on first dates. That’s later. Months later. Usually.

“Oh,” you slipped, remembering a fun fact from a long forgotten source. A nature special? Biology textbook? Snapper might think you could decide when and where to get pregnant. You were pretty sure letting a monster, or at least a monster man, inside you wouldn’t make your reproduction system accommodate his. Still… 

Snapper looked like he wanted to hide in his shell. To soften the blow, you smiled again. 

It worked. 

“Look, I’m not saying we have to start right away,” he began, sheepishly. “But I can… I can still flood your womb with my seed, if you want, and you can, if you want, store it for later.”

[barrenclan]

i actually love this ending, and not just bc there are survivors. it just works, thematically and by subverting everyone's (characters and audiences) expectations

like. i can already see comments on dA when (if) you post in on there. people getting vocally annoyed over it being 'weak' ending and 'not enough death for Defiance' and all. but this isnt about blood and gut showers for shock value, just to fill up the quota about it being about death. it really shows that Deepdark is more than that, even with how he flaunts himself in that.

even the characters expected a bloodbath. BarrenClan to die (physically) and Defiance to kill. Ranger is most vocal about it. and they all fail to really see how Deepdark views it, and for him, it seems like blood must be shed tastefully. it needs reason and design, not just spill it like some brute (like Longest-Claws in his eyes). it really shows that most animals joining Defiance expects mindless bloodspill and no consequences for it. Deepdark remind them, probably not the only time, that that's not how he does and not what he expects of them (as shown with Ranger's punishment).

and really, that does defy the expectations. the defiance of expectations (i know you dont like the 'the' before Defiance, but i hope its okay in this context). we and they expect guts ripped out of the cats and flood their camp with viscera. Deepdark sees more art in showing them mercy, sick twisted mercy as they know next time he wont show it. and they dont know when will be the 'next time'. it could be next week, or next month, or maybe in few hours he will change his mind.

that's the kicker. that's the fear, that is more powerful than just killing them all. because if they are dead, they cant be afraid anymore of what Deepdark will do next. the killing has reason and no reason, but so does mercy. adrenaline from killing and fighting will fade overtime, but the fear of your life after being spared by such force will last forever.

Thank you! And have no fear, PATFW will never be going up on DeviantArt, at least not any more than an announcement post that it exists. As I said a year ago, I've been a bit nervous for the end of this arc because it's such a subversion from what everyone expected, and always hoped it wouldn't come off like an anticlimax, because it's what I've always had in mind for the end of the comic.

(Ha, "relatively soon"? It's like I never learn.)

But I did try and establish Deepdark's personality and motivations as someone entirely unpredictable, but not automatically homicidal. He said in Issue 38 that he would spare BarrenClan if Pinepaw gave an answer he liked - and he did! That was always an option, but the tension came from how impossible it is to predict what Deepdark would do, which is exactly what Pinepaw was experiencing in the issue.

And besides... if I'm being honest, I never wanted to write a comic that ends with everyone dead and everything horrible forever. There's nothing wrong with stories like that - I enjoy quite a few - but it's not personally something I'd write. There can be horror, tragedy, fear, even dourness and gloom constantly haunting the narrative, but it's never the whole of it.

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*image from The Boys on Amazon Prime stills

Summary: This fills my #Sensory Deprivation square for @jacklesversebingo

Characters: Soldier Boy x female reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, blindfold, massage, D/s, power play, twist ending

Words: 1,800

Author’s notes: many thanks to @brrose-apothecary @talltalesandbedtimestories @sam-is-my-safe-word—without you three, I’d have shelved this thing. I might have to do a follow-up to this for Kasey bc our behind-the-scenes riffing cracks me the fuck up lollll

B.C.L. RED

Early on Saturday morning, her doorbell rings. No one so much as approaches her door without Ranger, the bodyguard assigned to her. Regardless, she peeks through the secure viewer before opening the door to her penthouse.

“Good morning,” she greets Ranger, and he silently nods in answer, handing her a small envelope.

She accepts, thanks him, and closes the door behind her. 

She flips the envelope over and picks at the oxblood wax seal over the flap until it pops open, then reaches inside to pull out a notecard, impressed with his handwriting.

“Be ready at 7:30 PM. Ranger will drive you.”

It’s been a month. She hasn’t kissed him, felt his touch, heard his voice—there hasn’t been so much as a phone call or text message in 30 days.

Her heart flutters and her skin ripples. She draws a deep breath to calm herself, then exhales before setting his note aside and heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

Hours later, after her shower, she emerges from her steam-filled bathroom, gently squeezing her hair dry, and stops in her tracks. 

On the foot of her bed is a sheer bra and panty set. They’re fairly plain other than the Swiss dotting—but they’re red.

“Whores wear red!” He bruised her lips, swiping his thumbs outward, smearing “Ruby Woo” from ear to ear, and ripped the cherry red PVC Versace dress in two as if it were tissue paper. His hand wrapped her throat as he yanked the garment from her shoulders, and threw it aside while pushing her to her knees. He was violent and reckless, and she’d never been so afraid of him.

She gasps at the recollection branded into her memory. Why would he send her something red after that? Her memory is blessedly derailed by the arrival of her hair and make-up artists, bursting into the room.

They blow out and roll her hair, prime her skin and make it up, then set everything with the appropriate spray. Two of the women begin to clean up as she slips into the bra and panties set, wondering what to wear over it. Then, out of nowhere, the third woman appears with a red silk cloak with black trim and a pair of ruby red stilettos.

“And here’s the icing on the cake.”

At 7:30, Ranger meets her at the door and escorts her to the parking garage. She tries to gain control of her heart rate as they chat amicably. Before helping her into the backseat of the town car, Ranger hands her a small unadorned box.  

“I’ve been instructed to assist you if needed.”

She shivers at the thought of exactly what type of gift he would allow Ranger to assist her with. When she opens the box, she almost laughs at the innocuous blindfold inside.

“I think I can handle it,” she sighs with relief, turning toward the open car. “I assume he wants it in place before we leave the garage?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She eagerly fits the black silk blindfold over her eyes, relaxing into the backseat. Ten minutes later, Ranger pulls into a parking garage and helps her out of the car. 

“There’s a step up here, ma’am, but once there, we’re directly in front of the elevator to the penthouse.”

She nods, and he ushers her inside the elevator car. Within moments, the doors open, and he’s there.

She can feel him, smell him, hear him move closer. Her heart races and her breath hitches.

It’s been so long.

“There she is.” His rich, rhythmic baritone and heavy, measured steps reverberate throughout her body, mind, and soul. “Thank you, Ranger. You can take the night off.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The door clicks softly behind her, and then the room is quiet. She stands still and waits.

For several moments, she waits.

Finally, he draws a slow deep breath and then exhales as his boots shift against the marble floor and begin to beat a circular path around her. His scrutiny weighs heavy in the air, landing on her shoulders, wrapping her arms, hips, and thighs. She’s quaking inside, uncertain, and powerless. 

“Do you have any idea the hold you have over me?” he asks.

She remains unmoving and wordless.

“I can have any woman I want, any time. And yet...” He stops in front of her and sighs. “Did you miss me, princess?”

She opens and closes her mouth like she’s chewing on the words that she can’t say.

“Answer.” The heat from his skin washes over her breastbone and bare shoulders as he pushes her heavy cloak to the floor.

“Yes, sir,” her voice cracks just above a whisper.

“Do you like your presents?” he asks with a lilt of amusement in the depth of his voice. 

Her heart skips, but she tries to remain present.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.”

Then, he touches her—both hands scooping and cradling her jaw, he tilts her face and dips in to kiss her. His mouth is warm, and his lips are firm, his movements sure and smooth. She whimpers, her fingers itching and her gut clenching.

“You can touch me,” he mutters against her lips with a chuckle. “Let’s catch up a little, huh?”

She sighs and leans into him, pushing her fingers into his hair, running one hand up over his chest and around the back of his neck. He kisses her as he lifts her, encouraging her legs around his waist, as he moves to a plush sofa across the large room. 

“Do whatever you need to do to get comfortable,” he instructs, brushing his thumbs across her nipples and pressing kisses along the column of her throat.

Her brain is thrown into overdrive because she needs a lot of things, and never once has he cared to ask or discuss them. She shifts under him, wanting friction, to get closer.

He groans, pulling at the backs of her knees and slotting his hips between her open thighs, rolling one sheer silk-covered nipple between a thumb and forefinger and taking over the other with his mouth. 

“Fucking beautiful tits.” He licks and nibbles, and her body heats from the tips of her ears to her toes. 

She arches her neck and back, reveling in his praise, and his mouth and hands on every inch of her body. He kisses her skin, licks her nipples, and grips her thighs tightly as he ruts into her. She’s so wet and needy, she can smell herself. She wonders if he can smell her, too, as she hooks her hands over his shoulders and leverages herself to grind against him.

“Let’s get rid of this,” he murmurs, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside before burying his face between her breasts.

He is so good with his mouth and hands that she’s afraid she’ll come before he’s given her the rules for the night. He pinches and slowly twists her nipple as he burrows the hard bulge in his pants into the sodden silk covering her aching cunt.

“Tonight you can come whenever you want. And, I know you want to; I can smell how much you want to, but I’ve got plans.”

He hauls her to her feet before taking her mouth in another savage kiss.

“Fuck,” he sneers, twisting the back of her hair in his hand to give himself something to hold onto as he pulls away and leads her to the bedroom. “I canceled your scheduled massage today because I want to do it. Make sure it gets done right.”

He spins and lifts her onto the massage table. She inhales the fresh scent of eucalyptus, spring greens, and peppermint, and relaxes her shoulders.

“Lie back,” he murmurs, dragging thick, heavy fingers from her rib cage to her hips.

She silently obeys, and he caresses her calves and ankles on his way to remove her stilettos. She squirms from the way the damp silk feels between her legs as it cools.

“Should I-” she begins, then clamps her mouth shut. 

He chuckles as he curls his fingers around the string of her thong to pull them over her hips and off. “Allow me.”

Once her thong is gone, he’s covering her up to her neck with a warm, luxurious sheet. 

“You know,” he runs his big hands over the sheet, across her shoulders, and down her arms, gently squeezing along the way. “You’re fascinating. And infuriating.”

She is perplexed by his shift since she saw him last. Is he finally coming to think of her as someone he might love?

He retrieves a bottle of massage oil and dispenses an ample amount in his palm then rubs his hands together to warm them. “Just relax.”

He slides his hands under her neck and tucks his thumbs at the base of her skull then grips each hinge of her jaw with his pointer and middle fingers. When he presses and slides his middle fingers along the undersides of her jaw, tilting her chin toward the ceiling with his thumbs anchoring her cervical spine, the tension breaks. 

She moans loud and long, and he chuckles.

“There you go, baby girl. Let it out.” 

He slowly manipulates her neck and upper spine, loosening her jaw and shoulders, and working his way down her chest. Before moving further down her body, he pumps more oil into his hand then skates his hand under the sheet to cup her upper rib cage and gently lift, flexing her thoracic---

“What the fuck is this?!” Soldier Boy flicks the script in his hand like it’s a gnat.

“This kinda thing is trending in media.” Legend raises a hand in defense.

“What’s trending? Acting like a pussy?” Soldier Boy looks back down at the script. “What’s this, ‘do you have any idea the hold you have over me?’ bullshit?”

“Power Play in romance is very popular right now.”

“Romance.” America’s first hero scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Jesus. ‘You can touch me’?! What is this girl, twenty-six-years-old? Does she need a chaperone, too?”

He stands and begins to pace.

“They’re looking at Florence Pugh for the role.”

“What about Jane Fonda? She may be a commie but at least she’s hot—and doesn’t need to be told when to touch someone.”

“This isn’t a vehicle for a woman her age.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.” Soldier Boy tosses the script across the room like a frisbee. “I founded Herogasm, ya know; this is not how this shit works.”

Legend sighs and massages his temples. “Ben...”

“Get Stan Edgar on the phone!” The supe shouts and the Ashleys scatter in a flurry of ‘yes, sirs’. “Should’ve stuck to ‘whores wear red’; at least that was compelling.”

Soldier Boy lights a joint as Legend quietly mutters to himself that he’s too old “for this shit.”

The supe exhales. “You can say that again.”

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[amomentsescape]

hey, how are you doing?

I would like to ask for a one shot (Victor Zsasz x Female!reader) where the reader is kidnapped and used as a bait by some guys that wanna kill Zsasz.

Risk and Protect

Victor Zsasz x Female! Reader

Summary: Victor goes on a mission to save you after past enemies decide they want revenge on him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, and Victor's scars

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: I've always loved fics like this. And I'm doing great, thank you for asking! I hope you're doing good too!

Victor has a lot of enemies. It only makes sense for someone who kills random people for a living. But he never really worried about it for a while.

He was a lone ranger of sorts, only working with the Zsaszettes in a professional manner. And after letting himself get close to Falcone and feeling that pain of losing him, Victor promised himself he wouldn't let his own attachments get in the way again. It was for the best.

But then you happened. Of course, you walked into his life when he least expected it.

And although Victor is a smart man, he couldn't logically find a way to let you go. His heart won, but he always worried that this would end up being a mistake.

And today, he really believed it was.

He quite literally had eyes on you 24/7. If it wasn't his own, then it was a couple of the Zsaszettes. He knew that there were people out there to get him. And no matter how hard he tried to hide you away and keep you safe, he knew that he could only do so much.

Victor had a lot of hits today, so he assigned a couple Zsaszettes to watch over you while he was out. He promised you he'd be back that night to spend time with you.

And you were really happy with this arrangement. You had actually befriended a few of his workers, enjoying the random conversations you would have with them. Plus, they made you feel safe to be around. They may have been pretty faces, but they were incredibly skilled and powerful as well. They felt secure.

But unfortunately, they weren't ready for 15 armed men to burst into the place on such a gentle evening. Even Victor couldn't predict just how far his enemies would go, ganging up to increase their numbers and their chances that they could catch you.

The Zsaszettes did the best they could to hide you before the men got to you. They managed to hold them off for a bit, but sadly, it only ended in bloodshed.

A few of the men were killed upon entry, a few others were injured. But the girls were out numbered, and they ended dying to protect you. They cared about following Victor's orders of course, but they also cared about you. Your safety was their priority as much as Victor's, and they sadly gave up their lives for you.

You were choking on your sobs as you tried to hold them back, watching the scene unfold in the hidden away room near the back of the apartment.

But with one wrong movement, you had bumped the wall with your elbow, and the remaining men froze.

Your eyes widened as you watched a couple of them walk towards your hiding area, ripping open the door.

They each took an arm and dragged you out of the room, a quick hit to the head forcing darkness upon you.

***

Victor rushed home just 30 minutes later when both Zsaszettes didn't pick up his calls. He even reached out to you, only to be met with your voicemail.

When he stormed into the apartment, he lost his breath. Two of his most loyal workers laid dead on the ground. The whole area was trashed and bloodied, and Victor could only hope that none of the red liquid was yours.

He searched around for you frantically, but all he managed to find was your phone, all of his attempts at calling and messaging you still listed on your lock screen.

But the latest message on your phone was one he didn't send.

You know where to find us. You have 1 hour.

He had a hunch that someone was after him these past few weeks, but he didn't know that they would drag you into this. But this would prove to be their biggest mistake.

He knew where you were. And although he didn't care to know who these men were, they would all end up dead just the same.

***

Victor smirked when he saw the building in view. He had to give them some props to be honest. They did pretty well staking out their own assassins in the area. But he couldn't expect anything less.

He was Gotham's best, so they knew that they had to prepare for him to arrive. They were wanting his head, after all.

But they clearly weren't as smart as they thought.

He had a few of his Zsaszettes set up on the opposite side of the building, their guns already beginning to fire blindly at the men.

This caused all of them to turn towards the shots, the rest of the men beginning to rush to the area.

With their backs turned, Victor began to take down each assassin, his own gun completely muffled from the chaos.

Each shot was like a silent blast of air, and men's bodies were hitting the ground without anyone noticing.

But by the time they did catch on to what was happening, it was too late. There were only a couple men left, and they were met with a bullet to the head before they could even spot where he was.

But Victor knew his battle wasn't over. You were still inside, and he was certain the "boss" and the rest of his men would be there too.

The Zsaszettes were ready for his call, but Victor wanted to finish the battle alone.

It was almost humorous for him in a way. They would have been stupid to mess with Victor in general, but to put your life in danger too? That only made his next plan even more enjoyable.

Victor walked into the building innocently, knowing they weren't going to kill him immediately. These men were too prideful for that. They wanted to toy with him, torture him, maybe even hurt you to make his own suffering worse.

The thought made him sick, but he kept his cool.

"Gentleman," Victor greeted, his eyes not leaving yours.

It pained him to see you strapped to that chair, your eyes full of fear. What made it worse though was the fact that he knew you weren't scared for yourself- you were scared for him. He never wanted to worry you like this ever again.

And thankfully, you looked unscathed. Your shirt was a little wrinkled, and your mascara had smudged, but there were no cuts or bruises anywhere Victor could see. He felt relieved.

"Victor!"

His eyes finally left yours to look at the brute man before him.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to my brother!"

Victor sighed. "Brother? I kill dozens of people a week. You think I care about what I did to your brother?"

The man was seething and ready to burst.

"But, if I do recall," Victor rolled up his sleeve. "I think he was probably... this one, right here." He pointed to a scar near his elbow.

Suddenly, the man let out a loud scream, beginning to charge at Victor.

His two men continued to stand next to you, their hands already beginning to reach for their guns.

You watched as Victor dodged away from the man, managing to slip in a swift punch to the gut.

The man spun back around and landed a sharp kick to Victor's shin, causing him to collapse.

You let out a muffled scream at this, worried that would be the end of the battle for your partner.

However, Victor took advantage of this new viewpoint, quickly grabbing the small gun from the man's belt.

With two loud bangs, both men beside you collapsed to the floor, not even able to fire off their own weapons in time.

Another two loud shots resounded as you watched the boss fall beside his fellow partners in crime, yelling and screaming at Victor.

You could see a bloody wound in each of his knees as a pool began to form around him.

Victor jumped to his feet and made his way towards you, helping you our of your binds. All the while, he continued to apologize and tell you just how worried he was.

"This will never happen again. I'm sorry I-"

"Victor," you softly smiled. "I'm okay. We're going to be alright, yeah?"

He quietly sighed and brought his lips to your forehead, silently agreeing. Even in the most chaotic moments, you were able to bring him a sense of peace that he never knew existed before.

Once he knew you were okay, he dragged his attention back to your kidnapper.

"As much as I'd love to see your entrails splayed across the floor, I have some other matters to attend to."

And with that, a single shot was made in the center of the man's head. You watched as his head lulled to the side and his eyes went blank.

You squirmed away a bit, but you felt Victor wrap his arm around your waist.

"What were these other matters you have to do?" you asked, looking up at him.

He smiled back down at you. "Our date night, of course."

[satriaproto]

神兽金刚: God Beast King Kong/Celestial Warriors

So, have you ever seen these shows? Well, guess they're power rangers/super sentai rip-offs of all time. Made in China, and released during late 2000s. What's special about this rip-off is that Toei never sued the creators behind it to the point it got sequels and a feature film! Believe it or not, this actually become part of history!

Season 7 coming soon? (Probably)

[zeggyzone]

d&d / fantasy valorant

has been on my brain. so here’s my little masterlist on what i think everyone would be.

DISCLAIMER

i’ve played d&d like three times so don’t expect all of these to be accurate/they’re my opinion :(

astra // astral elf monk

hey, i just think it makes sense. monks can deal damage and since astra derives her power from the astral guardians, it makes sense, no?

plus, i think she’d be really badass with astral elf genes…

breach // centaur barbarian

WALK WITH ME HERE. just listen to me. A CENTAUR. HE’S SO CENTAUR.

he’s very tanky and i think it very much fits his whole vibe— and if you think he’s annoying with two legs, he’s gonna be ten times more annoying with four. can totally see him absolutely destroying someone by bucking his back legs into someone.

brimstone // dwarf paladin

honor is huge for dwarves and i really want to play that in with brimstone. i want to say that kingdom could’ve been this crazy god thing but maybe i could look into that later. all i know is that he is a paladin with a heart of gold.

in a little doodle i did, i made him a tavernkeeper… so maybe he’s an ex-paladin now-turned a humble tavernkeep.

chamber // high elf artificer

i wanted to make him a ranger, but an artificer makes me giggle. probably because one of my d&d characters is an artificer and was loosely based on chamber. (she’s a rich tiefling seamstress of many talents, if you even care.) also you can imagine chamber as a tiefling too, but, i think high elf works better.

deffo still a weapons designer, maybe even a blacksmith. probably works closely with magic users to make custom weaponry to channel their mana in.

clove // fairy bard

look, as much as i’d LOVE to make clove an immortal god watching over the whole fantasy world, i just HAVE to include them as a fairy who CONTINUOUSLY breaks the 4th wall. it’s so funny.

clove would probably have DEADPOOL level fourth wall breaks, and constantly make jokes and references of ‘the real world’ and how they’ve ‘seen all of you before.’

cypher // tiefling wizard

WALK WITH ME HERE. he had his horns ripped off. WALK WITH ME.

he hides his identity partially because iirc tieflings aren’t exactly … liked by the public eye? i also like to think he uses his wizardry to fuel his whole information broker schtick. he uses arcane eye and everyone hates him for it.

deadlock // snow elf beast hunter

i know that beast hunters aren’t exactly a CLASS but come on. lets be honest with ourselves.

deadlock who lost her team to a rabid mythical beast, now dedicating herself to hunting them down and neutralizing them, one bounty at a time. i like to think that she doesn’t necessarily kill them if they can be saved, or at least put them down painlessly. otherwise, she aims for the fuckin’ throat.

fade // half-elf sorcerer

walk with me here. fade is a MAN in the universe OKAY walk with me. i made a hc video on tiktok where i made fade a half-elf sorcerer that is haunted by the voices in his spellbook. his character name is demir, and upon further research, i have found out that sorcerers CANNOT use spellbooks. (stupid, i know.) so work with that as you will.

i think she works for nightmare to feed it in return to find information on her father. she's a bounty hunter, but ONLY for nightmares and for information. you feel me?

gekko // tall-man druid

i think this one’s a given.

i’m practically making him beast boy, BUT IDGAF!!!! he has a connection with his buddies and often shifts as needed. he likes turning into a dog and cuddling. trust. his character name is oetam. yes, it's mateo backwards.

harbor // warforged artificer

this one is kind of me fucking around. as much as i wanted to make him a water based race, he was chosen to hold the artifact.

i think he was made by realm to be their historian and antiquities expert, but as soon as he was the chosen one, was shut out, just like in the cinematic.

iso // half-orc fighter

i know i could've put iso as a tiefling or something like that but i think him as a half-orc is cooler. he's tall, bulky, and TANKY.

i originally wanted him to be a paladin, because he could change oaths from hourglass to the protocol through a huge quest in sparing omen... that whole thing, but i think a fighter works better.

jett // air genasi rogue

let's be so fucking for real JETT WILL BE PUT ON SOME ROGUE SHIT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. I WILL FORCE FEED IT TO YOU WITH A GOLDEN SPOON.

if omega earth isn't canonical in the d&d world (which i highly doubt) she has an evil twin that does shit on her name, henceforth, she has to hide. otherwise, same backstory.

kay/o // warforged fighter

HE. IS. WARFORGED. [actively shoving food down your throat]

very much strikes me as a robot learning how to be normal. definitely works along brimstone-- he got a job at the tavern and helps him sort out bounties and act as security. he's also totally a bodyguard for money.

killjoy // tiefling artificer

she's so tiefling u can't say anything. she's a PINK tiefling thank you very much. definitely a party girl, too!

i think she's the same idea as chamber, but she's paid by brimstone! i wanna think he took her in as his protégé but atp he might as well be hers. initially he wanted her to help with kay/o, but she just ended up control-freaking everywhere and upgrading everything in sight. she has matching names with oetam. it's aralk.

neon // wood elf ranger

neon is a speedster, so it makes sense to give her one of the fastest races in d&d (based on walking distance, at least). i wanna think she's a knight... stay with me here.

ex-k-sec makes sense for her to be a knight? so maybe she just has the title, but kind of just does contract work? also! the whole lightning thing... mayhaps cursed? or maybe just a lightning god didn't want her. choose which one you like out of those two.

omen // tall man-tiefling rogue

hear me out; he used to be a tall man, but after the whole 'incident' was turned into a tiefling. LISTEN BRO IT MAKES SENSE.

he works as a merc, sporting a cloak to shield his 'hideous' self. he frequents brimstone's tavern for jobs, and always emerges from the shadows instead of using the door. he's become accustomed to showing up after closing with the bounty, and in return, spooks everyone working there. killjoy had to hit her fantasy equivalent of an inhaler after a few spooks.

phoenix // dragonborn bard

[shoveling food down your throat] that is a fucking dragonborn if i ever did fucking see one.

and, he's a bard because he was in theatre school, duh. i like to think phoenix is a very popular entertainer but also uses his talents for other jobs on the side. otherwise... maybe he's a knight! i don't know. i like the performer idea better.

raze // dwarf alchemist

she was also in the d&d video! her name is razinho ('little raze' haha). probably a merc with a very, err, explosive personality. wandered in the tavern a lot and hit it off with aralk.

if i had to assign her a class, maybe a fighter or a barbarian.

reyna // vampire warlock

listen. i want to say that the vampire side of her is empress. she has to devour souls (or blood!) to keep empress happy. you see where i'm going here? [fade bulletin board spray]

she's tied to empress so long as lucia is sick. gekko and her met after she found him injured in dog form... guys please i love them so much.

sage // high elf cleric

her healing is a gift. come on bro. she's as cleric as it can get. while i think she also derives power from the earth (she's in fact a geomancer) i think the majority of her mana comes from the higher power that gifted her.

i want to think she also works as a ... well, sage. she does so back in shaanxi. otherwise, she's found at brimstone's tavern providing her healing. sometimes she goes into dungeons and does free revivals.

skye // dryad druid

[shoveling food down your throat] dryad skye [more food] druid skye. also isn't it crazy how THAT is the only skye picture we have. rest in peace.

i wanna think that her pack is a bunch of animal-shaped plants that she helped escape a garden. i think that's really funny. 10+ points if it's a garden belonging to kingdom.

sova // avian (owl) scout

a former knight in charge of reconnaissance. he left after a tragic accident.

he lives with his babushka and takes care of her-- sometimes he takes up bounties for extra cash, and brimstone is trying to work his way into sova's good side-- he could really use a scout.

viper // naga shifter alchemist

probably used to be a cleric but renounced her belief-- even better, after doing what she did to omen, she lost her power and took it as a sign to take up researching death.

yes, she is a naga. it makes so much sense, nobody talk to me. her and brimstone are old friends and she frequents the bar also because of omen. the reason he was sent to kill her should stay the same i think.

yoru // changeling rogue

last one! he was also in the hc video. except he was a fighter. his name is kurayami. no, not kuronami. he's a runaway samurai and hella edgy. oetam bullies him. demir, too.

changelings can impersonate people they've already seen, so maybe yoru uses paintings of his ancestors to decide on his identity. he has the mask still, too! he uses it when he's on his rogue shit.

thanks for reading! would love to hear what you guys think about these!

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[regaliasonata]

Welp here we go

NSFW Alphabet - Jaytonio Edition🔞❤️✨🧡✨

Forgive me for making this @augment-techs @lizzardwitch @lordkingsmith

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A - Aftercare

When finished, Jayden is the one who cuddles up with Antonio. Antonio likes to keep Jayden close, stroking his hair and soothing him since Jayden gets very handsy and shy(a little bit of high keeping Jayden dazed after their heated activities, dilated kitten eyes, purrs and cutes hums, even nibbling at Antonio’s skin with a needy demeanor). Antonio loves it, he knows he has Jayden wrapped around his finger, sometimes he’ll even tease Jayden in trying to get another round out of the red ranger since he takes pleasure in draining the dude dry.

B - Body Part

Jayden's favorite part of himself is his hands, his skin is a little sensitive to sensations when having sex with Antonio but he also likes to hold on and feel things through his palms. His favorite part about Antonio is his fingers, the way they trail around his skin, lighting with symbol power to dance stimuli throughout every inch.

Antonio's favorite part of his body is his legs, they're pretty toned and he loves to show them off with shorts on, especially teasing Jayden with his flexibility during training or finding time to take him to the beach. As for his favorite part on Jayden, he loves a few things, his tongue is very versatile but it gets Antonio going because Jayden doesn't know where to really put it from lack of experience, Jayden's ass looks ripe for the taking and he loves to bite and squeeze it...which makes the red ranger shy with pleasure, finally those eyes and the way the yearn for more...Antonio likes the flicker when Jayden begs.

C - Cum

Jayden feels embarrassed after finishing and has a tendency to get dazed with this lost look on his face sending Antonio off the deep end(especially after he has been drained over three or five times by the gold ranger), which results in him letting Antonio clean him up whether it's with a cloth or his tongue. He's too nervous to reveal how he wants Antonio to finish on his face so that the gold ranger can lick it off.

Antonio loves cumming on Jayden's face and also finishing inside the red ranger. More romantic and marks Jayden as "his"(elevated feelings from jealousy due to Deker). He also likes to have Jayden choking on his cock with the red ranger downing all his cum, gets him going when he sees that huge blush all over his red Ranger...sometimes instead, Antonio will finish on Jayden's lips and tongue while also slapping some across his face with his cock, a bit much but Jayden has a bit of a degradation kink.

D - Dirty Secret

Though he'll never tell anyone since he feels guilty for it, Jayden wouldn't mind playing out a scenario where he's some sort of helpless prince or heir to a house with Antonio breaking in and having his way with him. Tying him up and using him however he pleases, he even had a kimono saved for the scenario...added to this is the idea of wanting Deker there as well, both of them getting along and using their blades to rip his clothes off.

E - Experience

Jayden doesn't have experience, although at 22 he had his first kiss with a guy, and...a few minor activities occurred but nothing in full due to some internalized feelings and Ji not approving of the relationship.

Antonio lived with his mother up until she passed when he was five and moved to live with his father in Puerto Rico. He's dated people plenty in his life and has gotten into a lot of...nefarious doings when his early 20s arrived.

F - Favorite Position

Jayden likes to be pinned down and railed like a slut when Antonio is topping him, or when he's topping, via Antonio's orders, he prefers missionary so he can hide his face in Antonio's next to avoid how much of a flustered and whimpering noisy mess he gets...though doesn't stop Antonio from teasing and humiliating him verbally, along with pulling his hair back and restraining him with symbol power tentacles.

Antonio loves to ride Jayden when bottoming, which gives him versatility with his hands and hips as he drives the red ranger crazy. He also loves doggy but will make a tendril out of symbol power like a leash to pull on his neck, prompting Jayden to speed up. As for the topping, Antonio mainly likes to go from behind so he can pull Jayden up with the arms and tentacles teasing the red ranger like crazy, also convenient cause Antonio can get a scream out of Jayden when he whispers how much of a whore he to him.

G - Goofy

Jayden gets really worked up during sex, asking if he's doing things right, getting very flustered and red, very handsy and nervous so he doesn't have much time to joke...if anything the jokes from Antonio get him off as teasing.

Antonio loves playing with Jayden, he's like a jester always cracking jokes but also loves to keep things serious and get the man all slushy and needy like a piece of clay.

H - Hair

Jayden is completely smooth aside from the bowl cut he has, though Antonio has been changing his hair up to be a bit more free and wild...more for him to pull on when ramming the red ranger's ass.

Antonio is smooth as well but has grown a bit of stubble in his face from time to time. He likes it when Jayden rubs his fingers on his cheek to feel the follicles.

I - Intimacy

Jayden is VERY close and loving towards Antonio. Even outside of sex he never wants to let him go, though he has a hard time expressing his feelings so the lion instincts kick in and he'll mainly express this out of touch, whether it's poking, huge, or nibbling, Jayden just loves him. Sex wise he feels scared and lost at times but loves it when Antonio guides him, like a warm hand reaching out to him in the night

Antonio is also the same, though his outlandish and expressive nature allows the world to see how much he cares for the red ranger. Kissing, hand holding, ruffling his hair, it all is a beautiful sight for the gold ranger. During sex, he loves to give into some of the more extreme wishes Jayden has but knowing how Jayden gets embarrassed, he always praises him and gives him reassurance...all ending with them wrapped up in each other after the moment.

J - Jacking off

Jayden doesn't, he's pretty on edge at the concept and tends to hold all of his desires in until Antonio comes home to take care of him.

Antonio tends to do so once a week, sometimes due to the adrenaline from training, and other times when Jayden does something on accident that teases him.

K - Kink

Ooh boy...Jayden is very freaky but hates having to tell Antonio what he wants. He's so used to being the leader and having to put up this tough demeanor as the red ranger that he likes Antonio taking over. Whether it's biting, bandage, degradation, verbal, or praise, it all allows Jayden to feel smaller as he gives himself up to somebody else...upon Antonio developing the ability to make tentacles through his symbol power, added with Mike...exposing Jayden to the internet, Jayden enjoys using the tendrils in any way he can. Mainly as binding or to wriggle around his insides, he feels very shameful but also satisfied by how they operate.

Antonio loves being a bit crazy in the bedroom, he loves to show off and enthrall Jayden with all the experiences and ideas that run through his head. Some of his kinks include a power kink, breathplay, degradation, and hair pulling. Mainly about getting a reaction out of Jayden since it gets him off when Red is all worked up, the tentacles are so fun to utilize against Jayden and he always tries to mark him up with some hints of possession rolling through the gold ranger's head.

L - Location

Jayden prefers the bedroom, especially in their apartment, with soft sheets and comforters that dance all around his skin.

Antonio loves the beach, private ones specifically, and the ocean when he wants to take Jayden on a crazy ride.

M - Motivation

Jayden's motivation is to get some validation and praise from Antonio, especially when he's called good, plus getting all his stress and pressure from his responsibilities out as Antonio explores his body freely.

Antonio just wants Jayden to feel loved and confident, caring for every part of his red ranger and soothing him...he wishes he could've been there more as Jayden grew up so he wouldn't have to feel alone or pressured by all the Shiba Clan duties, never too late to start.

N - No

They do not like anything that involves gross fluids. Jayden is into degradation but he has some of his limits and if Antonio notices Jayden crying he'll always pause their activities just to make sure he's alright, like bawling his eyes out and feeling worthless. Antonio hates any activities that might leave cuts on his body, the stinging drives him insane but Jayden will hold him and use his symbol power with fire to keep the wound warm and healing quickly.

O - Oral

Jayden's mouth and tongue are like a gift from God to Antonio. From the way he takes all of Antonio at once, and also tracing his teeth and canines gently over his skin. He is just really good at it, though Jayden is oblivious doesn't realize this talent, and man does it make the gold ranger crazy...on vacation, both rangers got some ice cream and Antonio's shorts got tighter seeing Jayden being completely enthralled by his popsicle...Antonio took that man on a spin for six hours in their hotel room after that

Antonio's been with a few guys here and there and he's been regarded as a master at giving people blowjobs. His partners also love hearing him talk, he's a giver of sorts and loves to make them yearn for more when he's done. Jayden may be quiet-spoken but if Ji or anyone ever tries to silence Antonio he'll get upset and tell them off cause Antonio doesn't deserve that, he's a talkative bean.

P - Pace

Jayden's pace fluctuates, he's very sensitive when topping Antonio but the minute the praise falls upon his ears he starts ramping up. He prefers to be sensual and patient, that way he won't hurt Antonio(despite Antonio saying he can be rougher).

Antonio likes to change his pace whenever he's in the mood, from slow and sensual to make Jayden beg, to rough and fast to get the man screaming.

Q - Quickes

They're not into quickies but Antonio will ring Jayden's cock with a tentacle summoned on standby if he needs to get him off.

R - Risk

Jayden is too overwhelmed by embarrassment to have risks, though Antonio likes using the tentacles on Jayden when they're concealed in the water at the beach or at a pool when most people are gone.

S - Stamina

Due to ranger powers and training overall, both Jayden and Antonio have more stamina than the average person.

For Jayden, he usually taps out after two rounds but because Antonio likes to continue without rest, Jayden's limit at the moment is around six. By seven, Jayden is completely out of it and cuddling Antonio, Antonio will usually use a tentacle as a ring on Jayden to keep him contained and begging for a huge release.

Antonio has a lot of energy to fit with his personality, he usually can go about three times but can prolong himself until he's fully satisfied and done with Jayden.

T - Toys

They don't use toys but Antonio does use their morphers to trace kanji symbols that can vibrate and place other effects on Jayden's body to overstimulate him during bandage.

U - Unfair

Antonio LOVES to tease the hell out of Jayden, denying him the finish or edging him up to specific points. The one thing he loves the most is Jayden tearing up when he begs, cock red and leaking without restraint as a tentacle keeps him bound, and other tendrils dancing around his sensitive skin. Antonio is like the devil of unfairness and Jayden is too smitten to resist the temptations.

V - Volume

Jayden's volume alters here and there, but he's terrible at keeping his noise in check. Antonio loves to listen to his boy yelping and moaning for more, honestly, Jayden isn't proud of it and tries to hide away in a pillow.

Antonio prefers his regular volume but also can lower his voice to mess with Jayden. He grunts and an accent tends to come out when he's more commanding and really in the zone.

W - Wild Card

Jayden sleeps with a huge lion plush that takes up the entirety top of his bed but ever since he and Antonio bought a huge mattress, it's been pretty easy to deal with it...plus Antonio thinks it's adorable to see Jayden all cuddly and purring when he tosses and turns in his sleep.

Antonio will not hesitate to be petty against Ji, Ji isn't homophobic but he is very judgemental when it comes to Antonio dating Jayden(on account of the red ranger originally planned to be married off to Pink but Jayden is gay so that didn't turn out well), he has placed raw fish and bait in Ji's bed and dirty laundry.

X - X-Ray

Jayden is built well, he's been training all his life and the work has paid off. His arms are beautiful and Antonio encourages him to show them off.

Antonio used to be more lean-built but bulked up a little bit, which only added to the appeal of his character. His waist is a bit smaller and he loves to wearing crop tops under a button-up.

Y - Yearning

Both of them have an oddly above-average sex drive but they like to keep it under wraps and build up to the main event as long as they can. Mainly so Antonio can put on more of a show with Jayden.

Z - Zzz

Jayden is the first to fall asleep as Antonio soothes him in his grasp, he tends to get warmer from his element when he sleeps which makes Antonio see him as a second pillow. He'll also bite Antonio gently as if he's a lion marking his mate before dozing off.

Antonio tends to clean Jayden off before sleeping, sometimes even teasing a few parts of his body as the red ranger slumbers, possibly a somnophilia kink developing but they still need to talk about it. He uses one tentacle to tickle his back along with Jayden's to help them fall asleep.

[lord-of-hollows]

Designing a Recruitable Dark Urge

In the cancelled Fallout project Van Buren a recruitable character could be found hung from a pole near dead. Players could leave him, help him down or finish his execution.

This character was horrendously powerful in combat, and suitable for multiple roles with 10 endurance, and high skill in small arms, melee weapons and unarmed. However, this character had a temperament and a reputation. He would deliberately start fights, would quote bible verses as justification for these fights, and being a known Murderer and slaver would lead to certain characters needing to be talked down from attacking him. One particular faction had a standing kill on sight order for The Hanged Man, and he would attack them without hesitation regardless of player input.

Recruiting him was intended to be an optional double edged sword. Statistically he was the most combat capable character in the game, however he would also incite combat at every opportunity.

According to design documents, players would eventually be able to save the Hanged Man and quiet his confrontational temperament, or damn him and make his violent temperament much, much worse.

Aspects of The Hanged Man, such as the name of Joshua Graham, the bandaged face, the history with Caesars Legion as a Murderer and Slaver, the religious convictions and the choice to indulge or quieten his violent nature would be retooled into The Burned Man character in Fallout: New Vegas.

I feel as if The Dark Urge in Baldurs Gate 3 would have benefited from a similar treatment. Picture landing from the nautiloid crash, and let's say shortly after bumping into Shadowheart, you see a white Dragonborn sorcerer standing over the corpse of a mangled fisherman on a beach. Intently staring at it.

You have a brief conversation with him, and gleam that he has no memory of events before the crash. He's soft spoken and sounds distracted, your tadpoles link and inside him you see flashes of heat, impulses to do... something. Something ruinous and taboo. But you're not sure.

He names himself Durge, and offers to join.

And then as you're moving through the game, every time there's a Durge scene for instance ripping off Gales arm, you have to roll some kind of check to snap him out of a trance like state or he will kill.

What would the upside of this be? I propose that The Dark Urge be horrendously powerful by way of abilities unique to him, if recruited. Like being able to cast haste on himself once per long rest, recruiting at level 3. Doesn't sound like much but it would make him invaluable in combat encounters, especially at low level. Making him a tantalising choice for any party comp. Maybe something less extreme like advantage against targets he's already wounded. Or perhaps simply being recruited at level 3 rather than 1-2 like other early game companions.

And of course he would be another voice encouraging the player to make poor choices. Insisting he be allowed to kill Karlach in Wylls quest. Allowing the Deep Gnomes to suffocate in the Underdark. Any gruesome death, the Dark Urge will insist you allow it to happen.

Successfully talking him down will incur a hidden score of Spawn points. Should you convince him to keep his urges in check, he will refuse to honour his heritage. Should you allow home to indulge his worse aspects, not only will the Dark Urge embrace his nature, he will confront you and attempt to take the Netherbrain in Bhaals name.

One big change I'd make to the Dark Urge for this to work is I'd make him visually distinct depending on the path taken. Should he be fighting his urges he'll be hunched over and twitching, like he's suffering withdrawals. Should he be killing and savouring murders, he will be calm, relaxed and soft spoken.

I'd also change his class. I'd make him a Ranger. Favoured Terrain: Urban. Favoured Enemy: Bounty Hunter. Just to hint at his past, as a serial killer.

[kurithedweeb]

Where does the Jury of Nine and Shadow Knight armor go when they're not using it? Is it a situation like Erza of Fairy Tail where the armor and weapons are stored someplace else and they just call it to them with magic? I like the idea that it's something like Power Rangers (2017) where the armor is literally inside them and they have to be in a certain mindset to call it forward until they get the hang of it.

It's not that bad for the Jo9, they're almost always excited to be chosen. Seeing how the role can be passed on, I imagine there's a token that proves they're a Jury member that has the armor inside it, maybe it's a piece of armor like a chest plate that lets them tap into the Jury form or maybe they have necklaces like they're magical girls. They're trained by their fellow Jury members on how to bring out the full-on Jury form. When they're replaced, they're stripped of their token and their Jury form with it.

Shadow Knights are haunted by their armor. They can't escape them. They are the token, the focus, and the Calling is what helps them call their Shadow Knight form forward. The armor, the weapons are literally a part of them, and it makes them a weapon of the Shadow Lord. There's no passing it on, there's no taking it off, there is no escaping it just as there's no escaping the Calling. It's Inside You. Forever. You have to use it eventually. You have to learn to control it eventually, or it will control you. The Shadow Lord will control you.

How would that change their physiology? Does the Jo9 get so used to the armor that it feels like it's a part of them, an extension of them? Does it feel like a phantom limb? Does it feel like amputation when it's ripped away from them? Do Shadow Knights' bodies change around their armor? Do their ribcages bend to conform to the shape of their chest plate? Do they have blades just beneath their skin?