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[minyboy]

Like is but a Dream(works) sweetheart.

[levodoom]

Quetzula, Nua of Winds

"Nua of Winds, the Discoverer, Navigator of the Great Weave, Forever-Queen of Quetzula-Across-the-Seas, Keeper of the Wayfinder Star, the Jade-Cursed"

As one of the Nua, Quetzula's physical Vessel had long perished many centuries before the Ashen Era. But even so, she is still considered one of the most powerful among the Nua, despite being bound in an ethereal Shroud. To compensate for her lack of a Vessel of her own, she makes use of Kindred mortals, whose minds and Vessel she can possess, and in doing so she continues to rule over the Empire she built centuries ago. When a Kindred's Vessel falters, new candidates are picked to allow Quetzula to reign eternally as Queen.

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[aphroditestempleimagines]

A nice bottle of wine

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x fem!Reader - 18+

Words: 2916

Warnings: oral(m! & f!receiving), fingering, lowkey brat-taming, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't do this kids), angry sex, rough sex, groping, nipple play, hickeys, aftercare, marking, creampie, bruising, language

Summary: You're an executive in the Port Mafia, playing cards with Chuuya. After a bottle of wine (or two) the game develops into a strip poker and (dot dot dot).

Author's note: Just fyi, wine sends you to happy land faster than anything. And I have no idea how to do this trope, I hope you enjoy it if that's your thing. And you know how I am, I can't NOT turn it into love. Also what am I doing with my life?

"Nice seeing you here, fancyhat", you said, closing the door to the executive lounge behind you.

Chuuya let out an annoyed grunt. "Piss off", he said.

You chuckle as you make your way to the table. "What's gotten you into such a bad mood?", you lean towards him, "Did Dazai do something to piss you off again?"

"I told you not to say that name in front of me", he growls.

"He's just playing with you, you know", you sigh as you take a seat across from him, "You're very easy to manipulate for a single reason".

You let that hook dangle in front of him as the two of you sit in silence. It is not long before curiosity gets the better of him and urges him to ask what you mean.

"Isn't it obvious?", you raise your shoulder.

"No, not to me", he mocks.

You smile as you reach to caress his jaw. He draws back, cheeks flustered as he screams "What The HELL?".

"See?", you wink, "That's the reason"

Time passes and the boss is running late. The bottle of wine Chuuya had brought for the meeting is drained little by little by the two of you. To battle the boredom you take out a deck of cards and suggest a poker game. It's easy to wire Chuuya in and play; all one has to do is claim he can't. Yet it's surprising to see that he is extremely skilled. Most shockingly, his poker face is astoundingly well-built, with no space for any sort of interpretation of his feelings, unlike in his everyday life. Even teasing him does not seem to shake him off, other than tinting his cheeks with a slight reddish hue.

"Might if I change the deal?", he asks in earnestness after a few rounds as he takes a look at his new cards.

You raise one of your eyebrows. "To what?"

"We'll play some rounds", Chuuya rearranges his cards, "Each time I win I will remove one piece of clothing from you"

There's no jest in his tone and neither in his eyes. I can feel the weight of his gaze upon me, serious and predatory, as he waits for my answer.

"Why do you want to do that?", you ask curiously.

"Cause I want to", he says.

His gaze is sure and penetrating as it fixes upon you. A blush creeps onto your cheeks. "You understand I am obligated to ask something similar, don't you Chuuya?", you challenge that steel gaze.

"Will you ask to put them back on?"

"No", you lean towards him, "I want you to remove one of yours"

He scoffs. "Works for me", he says, "Although I doubt you'll get more than one on me"

"We'll see", you smirk back at him.

The first game is won by Chuuya.

"Let's start with the jacket", he moves behind your chair. He pulls it off of your shoulders, his fingers caressing your skin. He plants a kiss at the side of your neck, a kiss and a bite which has your ears redden. You turn away but you know he is smiling at your reaction. You restrain your flustered expression. A game like this could only have one resolution, you knew that. But it was weird how the same Chuuya, who quipped and scoffed at your teasing and flirtations was now, after some wine, forward and teasful himself.

Piece after piece your clothes disappear along with your chances of getting the upper hand. "Rules are rules", Chuuya says as his fingers unbutton your shirt. He plants a kiss where your neck meets your head, sucking at the soft skin while his hands play with your loose hair.

You want to call his name. You have been wanting him to do something, anything, since the day you first laid eyes on him. Yet even after years and years of working under Mori's orders, even after climbing to the top of the food chain of those who rule the nights of Yokohama, he was as untouchable as the first day. But not today. Today he took step after step bringing the two of you together. You did not care if what he wanted was one night or something more. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. You wanted him. Even if all he gave was a night you'd take it over nothing at all at this point.

The next game is yours. "What will it be?", Chuuya asks bluntly, pretending not to care.

"The hat", you smile devilishly.

Chuuya blushes in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "HUH?", his tongue rattles, "Are you seriously choosing the HAT?"

"Rules are rules", you mock back.

He lets out a growl before slamming the hat on the table. "You could have chosen something better you know", he says annoyed.

"I don't want to", your mind is too slowed down by wine to stop you from climbing on the table, your hand reaching for his ginger hair. You entwine his locks with your fingers; you are mesmerized by how soft it is.

"If you're drunk, pick up your clothes and leave", Chuuya turns his head away, "Do it now"

"I'm fine here", you say, "I still have time to turn this around"

"May I propose an ultimatum then?", he asks seriously.

"Go on"

"Whoever wins the next one gets to give the other one order", with your bra long discarded, his thumb traces your naked nipple.

You chuckle. "That hasn't worked that well for you in the past you know", you say, "Do you have something in mind to suggest this?"

"Do you want me to spell it out?", Chuuya stands from his chair. He leans towards you as you sit on the table, his hands dragging you closer to him by the hips. "I want to fuck that smirk off of you", his lips hover above yours, "right here on this table".

You want nothing more than to capture his lips. They are so close you can feel the weight of his breath on your tongue. Your body aches to close the distance between you, but you straighten your back and gaze back at him defiantly. "You know what they say about short men", you mock.

"Do you want me to choke you on it?", he growls.

"If I win", you palm his half-hard length over his black trousers, "I'll take your choker and leave you like this"

You pull away faster than he can touch you. You deal the cards yourself, even though you hope to lose.

"I'll make sure they can hear you down on the ground floor", he says with the best poker face you have ever seen. You cannot tell whether he is bluffing you or if you truly should pass the next hand.

"Are you this confident you'll win this time?", you ask even though he has already managed to undress you this much, "From what I've heard you have incredibly bad luck at poker when it matters the most"

"That's because I was playing with that waste of good bandages", he says plainly, "I may not be able to read his moves but I can read yours clear as day"

You take a chance to bet; a full house from Chuuya is what crushes it into dust. Your heart skips a beat. Before you could think Chuuya was in front of you. He crooks his fingers at you, signalling you to stand. You tremble as his bare hands trace your torso until they reach the waist of your panties and you tense. You cannot believe this is happening.

"What are you worried about?", he asks, "I bet you agreed hoping to lose". His hands are light and sweet as they caress your body. He's taking his time to turn you on, yet his actions keep hanging from your own lips, waiting for the moment you'll tell him to stop. "Are you afraid I'll find out how wet I have already made you?", he hits the mark, the pads of his digits tracing my core over the fabric, "I already know sweetheart". He presses his fingers on that spot and starts tracing slow circles. His eyes observe you for the slightest objection, but there is none.

You place your hand on his neck, pulling him close. He leans to your chest, taking one of your breasts in his mouth. Your mouth falls agape as he picks up the speed of his fingers, letting them dive into your core along with your panties.

"Chuuya...", your fingers curl around whatever part of him they can hold.

"Fuck", he breathes before kneeling down in front of you.

He takes the waist of your knickers between his teeth and pulls them down enough for you to shake them off. He places a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a brutal kiss. He hikes your leg around his waist, your bare cunt rubbing against the roughness of his trousers.

"These fucking lips", his gloved thumb traces them, "You know how I fucking feel about you don't you? That's why you keep pushing me"

"You ask for it"

He kisses you again. And again. And again; until your mind grows dizzy. He takes his gloves out with his teeth, his hands moving to grope your plump behind. Your folds keep rubbing against his thigh, his clothed length teasing your bud from time to time. His fingers plunge inside you long enough to have you climbing, leaving you before you can fall.

"Chuuya", you whine, "Please"

"Begging already?", his hand holds your chin, "Where's that spite now, huh?"

"Just fuck me already!", your fire returns at the sound of his words, "Or are you scared to keep your promise cause I won't feel anything?"

He turns you around, his hands trapping yours behind you as he bends you over the table. He frees his length and buries it inside your walls in a single thrust. Your hands reach to grab something, anything, as your breath is taken away.

"Say that again", he dares in your ear.

He feels too good for words. The only thing you can utter is his name as he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Your hips chase him but he holds them down. His length scrapes along your walls as he carefully adjusts the angle to your reactions.

"Do you want me to make you cum?", he buries himself inside you. You nod as you bite your lip.

And then he's gone.

"What the hell?", you heave as he leans on the table next to you.

He is folding his sleeves up to his elbows. "Prove it", he pulls you in his embrace. His tongue reaches to meet yours as he kisses you deeply.

"How?", you breathe.

He pushed you onto a chair. With his hand on the back for support, he leans over you as you sit. His other hand softly lifts your chin. "Every time you open these goddamn lips I imagine them wrapped around my cock", he says.

"Pervert", you smile at him.

He gives you another angry kiss, his knee nestling between your legs, his hand grasping your throat. Soon after he pulls away and leans back on the table, waiting to see what you'll do. You push back the chair and wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in for another kiss. Your lips trail down on his skin, from his neck to his torso. He is far more vocal than you expected. His hands hold you tight, his moans remain unrestrained. When your knees hit the floor his hand caresses your face in sweetness. He throws his head back as you take him into your mouth. The kind hand that caresses your cheek now pushes you down to take more of him in. His trance is woken up by your gagging, to which his eyes swiftly dart to check up on you. But you are fine. More than that, you want to make him lose this macho composure he had suddenly found. And he does. His chest frantically goes up and down, the song of his pleasure filling the room until he comes undone.

He pulls you up crushing his lips into yours. "Fuck you", he growls.

"Do it already", you whine.

His hands on your waist, you feel your body grow lighter as you are enveloped by the red hue of his ability. "You're already light as a feather", he said, "But I can't risk you slipping".

He lays you down on the table. He buries his head between your legs, his tongue diving inside. He stretches your walls further for him with one hand as he pumps his length with the other. He leaves a few more marks on your thigh before he rises to his feet. He thrusts his length inside you once again until his hips meet yours. He sets a harsh pace, hiking your legs over his shoulders as he calculates the speed that could retain the hardness of his thrusts.

"We keep calling Dazai the slut but you're giving him a run for his money", he smirks.

"Wh..at?", you pant, your concentration driven away each time his hips slap against yours.

"You've forgotten", his voice drops lower, "Mori can walk in any second"

He grunts as you clench around him but there is no reason to fear. A single pencil stands to block the gate, covered in a reddish glow that shines light on the slight cracks its weight is leaving on the floor.

"As if", he takes your lips in his, "I'm not letting any one of those assholes get a glimpse of you"

There was no reason to tense, yet that slight sudden tightness made you feel Chuuya so much more as he dragged his length inside you.

"Look at you, spread out for me like this", he pants, "Fucking masterpiece"

His index reaches down to press frantic circles on your clit as he sacrifices force for speed in his pounding. His hand presses you down, his fingers tracing down the centre of your torso as he admires your sweaty figure. You cover your mouth as your moans climb to a higher pitch than they've ever reached before. He grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"You're not walking out of here without everyone knowing how well I make you feel", he grunts, "They've already learnt the same about me"

"Chuuya..."

"Say it louder", he's hips rail into you, pulling out your voice by force.

"CHUUYA!", your mind goes blank as he hits your g-spot again and again until he has you trembling around him, a white ring forming around his length as he fucks you through your orgasm. You pull at his hair. He heaves above you. Soon, he can't hold back anymore. You feel his length convulse inside you as he fills you, his lips blindly searching for any part of your skin to kiss. The two of you remain in each other's embrace as you catch your breaths.

"Saturday....my house", he pants and he does not have to explain further.

"Who told you...I'll come...?"

He scoffs before giving you one more thrust. You bury your fingers in his hair as you pull at the strands. "You were saying?"

"God...you're a bastard"

He pulls out and gives you his hand to stand. He continues to support you as your legs wiggle underneath your weight. He turns you around to crush your back on his chest. His hands wrap around your torso, his lips leaving love marks on your skin. You see the blurred image of Yokohama as your tired gaze focuses on the window. Chuuya sits on the table as he pulls you closer. One hand travels back to your folds, the other turns your head towards him so he can claim your lips.

"You get on my nerves", he bites your lip, "Do you know how many of my men lust after you?".

His knee opens back your legs so his fingers can snake inside the warmth of your walls. He pinches one of your nipples with his other hand, swallowing your moans in a fervent kiss.

"But I can't shut them up 'cause I have no claim on you".

His fingers leave you. A moment later they reappear in front of your neck as they wrap his chocker around it. He ties it on the back and turns the buckle to the front like the collar of a cat.

"Chuuya...", as the sun disappears and the night prevails, your reflections dominate the glass window, burying the city behind them.

Chuuya plants some biting kisses on your shoulder as his hands fondle your breasts. "Be mine", he says, "I want to be your everything cause fuck you already are mine"

"Are you playing me?", you whisper as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin, "You hate me".

"I fucking do", he tightens his embrace, "Do you know why? Cause I love you. I hate you, 'cause I love you. So. Bloody. Much. It hurts.". He kisses your bare back before letting his forehead rest on it. "I swear", he says, "You ripped my fucking heart out and took it as your own the moment you stepped foot in this godforsaken place"

Words are meaningless in this world. They can be vain or fake or forged. But the way his arms clung around you could not be anything but honest and true.

[ash-pirate25]

Tagged by @mehnight15 @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds and @galacticspaceguy

Geeeeeeeeeze I got couple tags for this tagging game X'D

Alright lets see what I have imao!

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people.

Pay what is due ~ Stormfrun

2. Into the Night ~ Santana

3. Star of the Co. Down~ The Irish Rover

4. I Am ~ David Crowder

5. Because we can ~ Bon Jovi

Too tired to tag anyone so if anyone wants to do this go ahead :D

Tagged by @icarussmicarus thanks for tagging me 😁

RULES: put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people. (Didn’t tag 10 but I didn’t know who else I could tag😅)

1. Hell’s Comin With Me — Poor Mans Poison

2. I Kissed a Boy — Cobra Starship

3. Villain — Theory of a Deadman

4. The Only One Alive — Pat Razket

5. The Horror and the Wild — The Amazing Devil

And here I tag @stariinights14 @fandomcringe @buddlebubs @sleeplessdreamer14 @pigsarepeopletoo @ash-pirate25

[solivagant-stimboards]

Marine/Age of Sail themed Captain Amelia stimboard for @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds!

sources: x x x / x x x / x x x

[sillystimmings]

jane porter stimboard with books, vintage, jungle, and steampunk stims for @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

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[minyboy]

The living arts and crafts monster, Baby Box joins the DreamWorks clowder.

[deadstock-au-ask-kc]

Welcome!!!!

"My name is Kensuke, but everyone calls me Ken. I'm currently working on the upcoming game, 'Turbotime', alongside my wonderful colleagues. I'm free to answer any questions you may have regarding my game and my life :D"

dividers by fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

About this blog:

This blog is run by @dani-be-existing.

It takes place within the Deadstock AU I've been working on with @red-room-studi0 and @sunn-e-bun.

The main gist of the au is that it follows the team that created Turbotime, this blog specifically following Kensuke Choujima, my Turbotime dev OC. They all end up going through the wringer later, but let's not worry about that.

I can't wait to torture him :3

I am not guaranteed to answer every ask, I'll probably just answer whatever I feel like.

This is my very first ask-blog, please have mercy :( /silly

[fyodors--ushanka]

Meeting their S/O's Family- Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, and Kunikida.

Warnings: None

When you said big family, they didn't expect you to have 7 siblings.

Ranpo:

Lets face it: Ranpo knew, but decided to act surprised anyway.

You are the oldest sibling at age 24, and the youngest is 9.

Your mother was making pie for him, already placing her at #1.

He talked to them (bragged about himself and his occupation)

When Rio (The youngest) ran up to him exclaiming that he wanted to be like Ranpo, he almost cried.

He was respectful until Manjiro (Age 11) said: "Wow! Ranpo-san! You are so cool!" to which he replied with: "I know. No one can ever be better than me!"

your mother bonked him with a spoon.

Kawaki (Age 15) shared some of his snacks with Ranpo.

Emma (Age 13) said hi and went to her room.

Chifuyu (Age 17) complimented Ranpo.

He didn't interact with Sanzu (Age 19) or Touka (Age 21) very much, just a small conversation.

At the end of the day, He was hit 14 times on the head with a wooden spoon, but he couldn't be happier. He was happy to be with someone who's big family made up for the lack of his.

Dazai:

7...Siblings? Oh- wow.

He was shocked but hid it well.

Of course, your mother made cake just for his arrival, thus shocking him even more.

He was not sure how to react when Rio said he was cool.

He said: "I know."

Manjiro and Emma had dragged him away to show him something and when you found him, he was in the middle of a circle, all of you siblings around him, and he had bows and ponytails all over his head, with repulsive makeup on.

Your mother made him eat extra servings of dinner, and as he ate, your father gave him the stank eye.

Amidst all the chaos, he found it rather tranquil.

He found himself smiling in the dark car ride home.

Chuuya:

He was flabbergasted.

Even moreso when your mother gave him food.

When Sanzu called him Mr. Fancyhat, he didn't know how to feel.

When complimented, he awkwardly responded with thanks.

He found the liquor drawer, filled with vodka, whiskey and fine wine.

He might have stolen some.

He played CoD with Kawaki and Chifuyu

He was shocked that he was accepted so easily, except for the occasional stank eye.

He didn't interact much with emma or Touka, but did watch cartoons with you and Rio.

He had a detailed discussion with Manjiro as to why high shelves is a handicap restriction.

He broke down laughing as you both left because your mother yelled: "Remember! If anyone asks if you saw something, you are blind! And no drugs unless you hide it perfectly."

Kunikida:

A well behaved king <3

He spoke kindly and accepted compliments positively.

He helped your mother cook.

Everyone loved him

Your Father even liked him, not one stank eye.

His heart melted when Rio stated he aspired to be just like him as an adult.

He watched TV with you and Rio.

He even let emma braid his hair.

Your mother said: "Oooh~ smart guys, eh?"

Almost passed out after being asked about children.

Your mother even gave him a new pen and planner after you said he lived off of his Ideals.

Overall- Everyone liked him, except for Touka.

He never did anything to her, she's just moody.

He went home that night relaxed. He was scared that the 9 other members of your family would hate him.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. I only had like 4 hours of sleep during the making of this.

[seahaven-stims]

WILLIAM CECIL CLAYTON

With themes of yellow, brown, leather, jungles, and wine

Requested by: @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

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[neosprites]

Hello!

Could I request an Helga Sinclair (Atlantis the Lost Empire)/steampunk themed set of blinkies/stamps?

I recently stumbled upon your art blog and your work is incredible!

Have a good day

[ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE - HELGA SINCLAIR, AND STEAMPUNK: STAMPS AND BLINKIES]

pls credit if you use

stamps best seen on dark mode

two sizes of blinkies: 730x99 px and 150x20 px

OTHER GRAPHICS I FOUND:

steampunk stamps from animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a steampunk blinkie from i-collect-shiny-stuff

steampunk graphics from brokenbard

steampunk graphics from puppizai

steampunk lolita graphics from unkown-till

atlantis graphics from fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

atlantis graphics from fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds

GIF CREDIT:

this post from meansevika

this post from allstimgifs

this post from meilia-stims

this post from picturenic

[eveningalchemist]

I was tagged by @archmotif (nice username btw) to share some books I want to read next this year!

tagging @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds @marley-manson @beansterpie @raisingcain-onceagain @ruiniel @saintvoids @erodingsinner and anyone else that has book they are looking forward to! :D

[wirarchive]

Welcome to the Wirachive! A blog for collecting old WIR postings from days past. Asks and submissions are currently open! View this blogs QNA under the cut. A taglist is to be added shortly!

(Pinned Post graphics by @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds, thank you for letting us all use your lovely work!)

Q: Can we hear about this blogs mods?

A: There is only one! (Stone, he/they, minor)

Q: Is this a heritage blog?

A: Yes and no, from what I see heritage blogs mostly focus on fandom defining/high note posts. I'll reblog any fan content predating 2019 disregarding how popular it is. It's (like the name suggests) more of an archive blog. I have a fascination with 2010s fandom culture and I love WIR which is what birthed this blog. I'll also post official content such as merch or behind the scenes stuff, even if it was posted recently.

Q: Hey! You reblogged my old art/fanfic/text posts, can you take it down? I don't want it being circulated anymore.

A: Yes I can! Just shoot me a dm or ask and I'll remove it from the blog.

Q: Do you reblog more modern fan content?

A: Not here, you can find modern WIR fan content on my sideblog @tamoracalhoun. I also post about my WIR ocs and my very normal Sour Bill love.

Q: Why does your profile picture look like that?

A: That's a photo of my beloved child Nonbinary turbo.

[thekids-onholiday]

Turbo [Wreck It Ralph] Stimboard!

With checkered flags, arcade cabinets and racetrack grass racing

For @fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds !

I apologize again for the lack of racetrack grass, this has been supplemented with racing stims, hopefully this still works for you!

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