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[poisoncupids]

Jasico Bingo, February 2024 | Prompt: Forgotten Relationship ✿

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Nico doesn’t really start letting Jason haunt him until after the war. After Gaea, after Leo, after Percy.

Really, when he thinks about it, it might have just been Percy. It’s almost funny—like putting the idea of Percy down for good unlocked something in his mind, a faded memory of a summer that feels like it happened well over just one short year ago.

(Later, Jason laughs at him. How could you be the one to forget? If it were anyone else, Nico isn’t sure he’d find himself laughing along.)

But he did, somehow, caught up in the past, caught up in the future, caught up in the idea of someone who didn’t really exist. Maybe it was stupid. Nico had a lot going on, though, in his defense. They all did, but the war ends and Nico’s infatuation with Percy ends, and as determined as he is to avoid falling for another hero—

It happens all at once, on a lazy mid-afternoon, pressed down into the earth by Thalia’s tree with all the force of the usual sun-baked sleepiness August brings. Nico isn’t sure when it became his and Jason’s routine, meeting here when the excitable crowd of younger campers becomes too much, but it’s nice. It’s something Nico almost thinks he could get used to.

If there’s one thing he’s learned, though, it’s that not even ideas last forever. Maybe that’s what makes him expend the effort to look in Jason’s direction, just for a glance to remember this by, flopping his head to the side to find Jason already looking back.

It’s not like it's anything huge, but it all seems to fall into place. The faded memory of the brush of a hand, of a smile that doubled as a secret, carefully angled in Nico’s direction from across a crowded room.

“Oh,” he says aloud.

Jason’s face cracks into a smile, like he can read Nico’s mind. If the memories flooding his brain were any less unrelenting, maybe he’d wonder when Jason remembered all that. After Piper? Before? Months ago? This morning?

There’s a sudden urge to hide, to cover his face, but Jason seems to read his mind about that, too. He reaches over and grabs Nico’s arm before he can summon the strength to move it, and Nico is as good as trapped.

It's not such a bad thing, he thinks, if this is the view. Then he realizes that’s the corniest thought that’s ever run through his head and he has to resist the urge to smack himself.

“Is it okay?” Jason asks. His voice is a whisper, like maybe the heavy afternoon air is affecting him too. “I’m sorry I didn't say anything, I—”

“It’s okay,” Nico says, half because it’s true and half out of pure reflex. And then he registers the rest of what Jason said. “Sooner? I—um, why didn’t you?”

Jason’s smile turns sheepish right as his summer tan reddens. The hand on his arm is sweaty, though that may just be the heat. “I was scared,” he says after a moment. “I thought—well, you know, last time I checked, you liked Percy. And I didn’t exactly want to bring it up again.”

“You’re stupid,” Nico says, and this time, it’s entirely because he means it. Jason laughs anyways, though, like he’s already accepted the truth of it. “I haven’t liked Percy in forever.”

A year isn’t forever, but it’s long enough for what it was. Jason’s smile softens when he hears the words.

“Cool,” he says. He looks nice, sprawled out on the grass like this, and for a moment Nico thinks of doing something crazy, like rolling over and smushing the pair of glasses sitting between them to kiss him, or something.

But maybe, Nico is realizing, there’s time for that. If there was time for him to wait for Jason, that is, and for Jason to wait for him. And maybe there’s a time, one that wouldn’t involve a trip to see an optometrist.

“So what is this, then?” he asks. It comes out more demanding than he means it but Jason takes it in stride. That, or maybe it just sounded different to his ears. Nico is never sure, with him.

“Whatever you want it to be?” Jason says. He’s squinting, and now Nico can’t tell if he’s confused or if he’s just trying to read him. And it’s at that moment that Nico thinks he should maybe try on Jason’s glasses sometime, because he has no clue how bad his vision really is. “Maybe that means it’s the end for our friendship. But maybe that just makes it a beginning, you know?”

Nico takes a moment to think about that. Endings. For a child of Hades, the god of the End, he’s always hated them. This one, though, doesn’t seem too bad, if a little treacherous.

But when he thinks about it, really, he’s done riskier things.

“A beginning,” he repeats slowly. There’s a smile threatening to break through his defenses, and Jason is looking at him fondly, like he knows it. “You’re sappy, Grace.”

“Do you like it or not?” Jason asks.

Nico shifts, then, just so that Jason’s sweaty palm is now resting on his own sweaty palm. It’s a little gross, but Nico supposes he’ll live. The risk is paying off, too, as Jason curls his fingers around Nico’s. Somehow, it feels revolutionary.

“I do,” he whispers. “A beginning. Let’s try it.”

[shapelytimber]

The tragic Oblivion duo 👍

[COMMISSIONS] - [TES TAROT]

Also I made some cute little sketches of them in their 20s :))) The slut himself and the single father of two lizards <3

Process and yapping below vvv

It happened again..... I fixed my Oblivion (classic) and started playing yet again... happens every year- and like every time I'm thinking about *them* hbknjk

I may have very mixed feelings about the remaster, but I'm glad that means more people are discovering/replaying this game :) it truly is something special to me

Still deeply attached to dubious noodle Akatosh btw

PS : I needed Martin to hold something in his hand, and I thought fuck it what would an emperor have outside of a crown and the amulet of kings ? Ornate ball ig

[lucabyte]

ghost

[abyssal-ilk]

playing as a tabris warden and especially playing as a fem tabris warden is just a constant over and over gut punch. you're getting married but then you, your cousin, and several other women from your alienage are kidnapped during your wedding by the arl's son. you slaughter your way out of it to save your cousin and the other women, but there isn't a victory in it— you know there will be retribution for killing a palace full of guards and several nobles even though you were defending yourself and your kin. you're forced to leave your home and join the grey wardens without being given even a single night to recover. you know there will be a purge. you don't know if you'll ever see your family again.

you're taken to ostagar where you are the only woman amongst the grey wardens, and not only that, you are the only elf among them. you remember nessa, the girl in your alienage who was afraid of leaving because she feared what the soldiers would do to her after going so long without seeing a woman. your status as an elf and a woman are constantly remarked upon. you have no choice but to stay. you are fed darkspawn blood by duncan; the blood kills one man while he slaughters the other in front of you. you are supposed to feel grateful to have survived this.

and even later when you seek help from the dalish, what do you learn from zathrian? the same injustices that were inflicted upon you have been repeated over and over for centuries. what do you learn when you seek help from the mages? templars lurk in every corner, always watching, driving mages to the same violence you yourself committed. what do you learn in orzammar? to be a castless woman is to be not considered a person, who's only worth is the children she can bear for the same nobles who keep the castless subjugated. to be chosen by a noble is supposed to be an honor. why does this feel familiar?

AND THEN. what do you learn from the deep roads? darkspawn in all of their corruption are no different; you learn of the broodmothers. it is the same everywhere, no matter where you look. nothing changes. even your other party members, leliana and zevran, have their own stories. and you don't have another choice but to keep pushing on.

[vampirewwingz]

things that don't make you a bad regressor:

being tall

being fat

being chubby

being muscular

being angular

being too big or heavy to lift up and carry

not being pale

having kinky or curly hair

having imperfect, yellowed, crooked or broken teeth

having body hair or facial hair

any part of your physical appearance. there is no way to “look like” an age regressor.

being trans or genderqueer

being a boy

liking dark or “inappropriate” shows, even while regressed

having dark or “inappropriate” interests, even while regressed (vulture culture, slasher films, etc)

having coping strategies outside of agere

not being able to regress easily

having sexual trauma

using substances, even while regressed

having “inappropriate thoughts” while regressed — you can't exactly control what you think

swearing, even when regressed

having no caregiver

having a fictional caregiver

not wanting a caregiver

telling nobody about your regression

wearing your regression on your sleeve

needing/using diaps for any reason

using mobility aids, even ones people consider “for old people” (they aren't — they're for whoever needs them)

not being nostalgic for your childhood, or preferring modern children's media compared to what was out when you were little

or being very nostalgic, wanting only to engage with things that came out when you were little

regressing to an older age, like 10 or 12 or 16

choosing/controlling when you regress

not being able to control when you regress

literally anything that gatekeepy tumblrinas and aesthetic pinterest accounts try to force on you. your regression is yours, and you aren't doing it wrong.

[candycatfalls]

just a silly guy! who's definitely not wanted for mass murder! so stop asking!

[pigeon-noises]

"You feel sick" That one line you could get after waking up had me thinking hard about some things

[iszapizza]

padawan!maul au

[fennelwasp]

Dont pretend not to know what that is

(Yes this account is real and can be found on the interweb. Shoutout @who-is-hex for its existence)

[bartholomew-junior]

i was listening to exclusively chappell roan while drawing this

[ninjasmudge]

i love those goat statues where they have their ribcage out, tear that chest open queen <3

unpainted below bc i like that one too 👇

[amaranthdahlia]

maybe in another life

alternative title: the fault in our quirks (corny ik)

heres the individual portraits!

and heres one with yoichi upside

commissions

[crowttore]

can i innocently drop by to request edging + itto please? :))

Equally innocent reply-

Tags: Itto x reader, edging, very light bondage, light power dynamic, itto is the one being edged, reader is a menace <3

Minors DNI

The muscles in your thighs burned after who knew how many rounds of this, never getting tired of hearing him thank you and beg for more despite how raw his skin must feel by now.

Wet sounds echoed around the room, only occasionally broken up by his high-pitched whines when you would pull off his cock and grin deviously when it smacked heavily against his stomach.

Had it gotten harder to ignore the ache between your legs at every wet drag along Itto's chiseled abdomen? Absolutely. But pushing your own pleasure aside was nothing against the satisfaction of how few nudges against his leaking tip it took to reduce the oni to a panting and pleading mess.

"H-hey," he began, using a cough to hide the way his voice cracked ever so slightly when your thighs squeezed his waist, "this is great but why don't we-"

You cut him off but swiftly sliding a finger into his mouth, admiring how his eyes fluttered and his lips immediately wrapped around the digit. "I know baby," you cooed, pressing down on his tongue, "you're getting impatient aren't you?"

The enthusiastic nod was far from necessary when he kept bucking his hips upwards, the ease with which he moved beneath you serving as a reminder of just how willingly he had given up control. It sent a thrill through your body to see his wrists, tied to the bedframe with crimson silk that matched the pretty nails not unlike claws. Despite every panting whine around your thumb (sounding adorably close to an agitated bull) Itto could easily take exactly what his body wanted.

Graciously, you pulled your thumb from his lips to let him answer, instead moving your hands to knead his chest. "Yeah, yeah yeah…" A string of gasps followed, his cheeks flushing as you began rolling your hips anew. "Gotta move, aah.. You gotta let me move-.."

Except you both knew how much sweeter it felt to him when he'd earned it.

Itto lurched beneath you, his broad tip barely slipping into your equally eager - but far more composed - body, the little taste of what was to come having him tense to the point of veins bulging on his arms. And other places no doubt.

"But you're looking so sweet right now," you praised, not missing the dopey smile contrasting his continued struggle between wanting to sheathe himself fully and wanting you to slowly sink down on his no doubt painfully hard length.

Every little shift of your hips had him sucking in a sharp breath, the oni looking almost drunk on pleasure when you inched further down, one hand rolling a nipple while the other threaded through his sweaty hair. "I suppose you do deserve a treat," you laughed, gently tugging at the ivory strands when his head threatened to fall back against the plush pillows.

It was too tempting to resist wrapping your hands around his sleek horns, using them for leverage just enough that you could see the muscles at his neck flex. They were smooth to the touch and clearly sensitive, if Itto's cock twitching inside you and unabashed groans were any indication.

You set a steady pace, leaning forward enough to lick along the column of his neck, knowing he must swiftly be getting dizzy from the sensations. "More- more.. that's it-" Itto whined, every muscle in his body rigid beneath you in anticipation of release, "don't stop, don't stop please.. Please, keep-"

The moment you pulled away, your own hole twitching at the loss, Itto's protests died down to choked moans as he tried to rut up against you. "Behave," you clicked your tongue, palm spreading across his chest to encourage him to stop moving, "I said you could have a treat, but I don't think you've been good enough to deserve a feast, yet."

Itto looked akin to a kicked puppy, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to regain enough control of his body to please you, knowing full well you weren't above getting yourself off and leaving him hot and bothered.

[seraphont]

In one of your comics, you show the drones drinking coolant as if it's some form of alcohol. Wouldn't the presence of this coolant kind of negate the solver drones need for oil? Or does this coolant not work with their system?

it def helps, and I’m kinda treating the drones like they were made to reflect human anatomy. so while the coolant will help with overheating in small doses, it doesn’t get processed through their system correctly in large doses. it makes them extremely sluggish and their processes are slowed for a period of time -like being inebriated.

For the DD’s, at least in my AU, I have them chockablock full of healing nanites/anti nanite acid (in their spit) so their bodies repair incredibly fast, it eats away at anything that’s not oil in their system. They’re essentially heavy weights LOL.

[hakusins]

i have nothing else to offer ,,, have an eri

[peculiareyezer]

i like to meow when nobody is around me because it just makes me feel nice and i spent years repressing that but now i'm learning that it doesn't matter and i can do what i want. and maybe someday i will find people who are also chill with it