#magma and mingle

[fischyplier]

Brennan's ability to create relatable characters that make you introspect and reflect on yourself is a rare skill.

[mayapapaya33]

I can fully relate to K and the frustration with Evan not fixing his fucked-up arm but W O W lmfao. I know firsthand the deep irritation and anger and desire to just fucking snap your fingers and fix things for people who aren't taking care of themselves, or force them to stop being stupid, but you just CAN NOT do that. You can't violate someone's bodily autonomy like that.

You can nag the shit out of them about it, you can tell them that you're worried about them. You can tell them that their self-neglect hurts your heart. But you can't just force someone to fix themselves and you can't do it for them. And look, if magic was real that would be tempting as fuuuuuuuuuck, and maybe I would succumb to that temptation, but certainly not in a situation where magic is broken, and BAD things happen when you fail. The arrogance and the internet brain rot of it all is just so uuuugh. Like K straight up just didn't absorb the "dream small" mentality at all, they're caught up in the "I am a super spy hacker, I am the protagonist of the movie of my life, we're at a save point in a video game, it's fine," bs and it's so real and so infuriating lol.

[lonely-moon-artist-blog]

I did it.<?>

Yeah it's kinda lazy.

Also don't ask me why I drew them as kards.

It just something that like.. I dunno smashed that idea into my head while I was falling asleep tonight.

I don't know also how to feel about this.

Note for future self:

STOP DRAWING MULTIPLE CHARACTERS IN ONE DAY CAUSE YOU ARE CLEARLY HAVING TROUBLE WITH DOING THAT.

[emziess]

I have an emergency sewing kit..if you want me to try to...I'm going to try to fix the shirt... Dimension 20 - Misfits And Magic: Magma and Mingle

[avadaniels]

Dimension 20: Misfits And Magic 2x02 "Magma and Mingle"

[ailustrarte]

The Pilot Program flying up to the Aerie. Illustration for episode 2 “Magma and Mingle” of @dimension20official ’s Misfits & Magic Season 2!

New episode tonight on @dropoutdottv !

[lilarylrosie]

Magma Sketches of the beloved

Aallfn the beautiful sketches! Stayed up to draw on Magma hosted by one of our assistant leads with lovely moots in the discord server!! 😭❤️

(I’m only posted my segment)

If you’re an adult (18+) and are interested in joining and want to mingle with other fans please be advised over the age requirements:

Discord Server

[me-kume]

Diluc x plus size Reader

Content: Diluc x Fem!Reader, nsfw, fingering, ER, love bomb.

The silk shirt slides softly from your shoulders. Slowly, smoothly, reluctant to part from your skin, and you draw in the cool air of the parlor with a barely audible breath. It mingles with the sharp scent of perfume and sweat lingering on Diluc’s skin—he’s just returned from a fortnight away. Too long, too agonizing for both of you to endure apart.

A warm, masculine palm curves around your waist, and you feel his chest press against your bare back.

"Look,"—a velvety, husky voice purrs directly into your ear. Not a command, yet impossible to disobey. Deep need and utter certainty, together, shatter your feminine defiance. Hesitantly, you lift your eyes to the reflection in the smooth surface.

In the mirror, a languid scene unfolds. So erotic it makes you want to hide, to escape the deep blush blooming like a vivid stain across your neck. Shame and arousal surge through your veins like hot magma, mirrored in your unsteady breath against the glass.

Long hair cascades softly over your shoulders, eyes already glazed with a wet sheen, fingers trembling shyly. Every flaw is laid bare before you, exposed. Yet when Diluc’s palm strokes the soft folds of your stomach, when he presses his thigh harder against yours, the air begins to shift.

It grows hotter, denser, heavy with thick desire, electrified—like lightning flashing between you.

His lips greedily find the curve of your neck, leaving slow, damp trails. He entices, explores you—not with sight, but by tracing the pulse beneath your soft skin. Fingers glide upward effortlessly, caressing the swell of your breast. His pads trace every contour, finding nipples hardened by his touch. He holds you tighter, like a helpless doll, touching sensitive skin until every exhale melts into a moan. Soft. Pathetic. Ashamed. You’re mortified by how eagerly your body yields to his tenderness: legs trembling faintly, long gone limp as cotton, the ground lost beneath you. Without his firm grip, you’d have sunk long ago into the plush rug.

Confident, audacious, Diluc insistently parts your legs wider, forcing you open. With one effortless motion, he bends you to his will, and his broad palm slides lower—to where impatient heat already burns.

Another low moan threatens to escape your lips. You choke back words, writhing like a tiny vine, bending toward the carved frame to brace yourself. Yet he pulls you closer, letting you feel the hard weight of his desire against you.

You hear his ragged breath, feel his warmth on your neck—unbearable, this hunger of his, this craving to lose himself inside you.

"Feel that?"—a soft chuckle grazes your ear. That hot whisper is too much, almost impossible to endure—"It’s all because of you." He turns your gaze back to the mirror, and you see him—flushed, captivating, watching you with a wild gleam behind scarlet-rimmed irises.

A masculine palm covers your slick heat, seeking that tender spot. Fingertips circle your clit, tracing scorching patterns. Messy, indistinct, yet the pleasure borders on pain—you whimper like a girl.

Diluc carelessly gathers your wetness, smearing it around your tight entrance before slowly, torturously, sinking inside, savoring your warmth.

You moan brokenly; oxygen scorches your lungs, pooling in salty beads beneath dark lashes. But when your eyes finally meet in the mirror’s reflection, he smiles—a rare smile. Dazzlingly tender, the kind given only once in a lifetime to the one who truly owns him.

With that smile, his movements grow bolder. Diluc caresses you, matching your soft whimpers, finding that sweet spot that makes your vision darken. You clutch desperately at fading reality. Everything blurs, condensing into a single sensation low in your belly, your reflection shimmering in the firelight.

"You’re a girl made for love,"—he rasps, driving his fingers deeper between velvet walls—"For me."

Orgasm crashes over you, a hot wave exploding beneath your skin. He holds you in his arms—your legs useless now. He kisses your shoulders, the curve of your neck, pressing you to his chest as if you were his salvation. Then, unhurried, he lowers you onto the soft rug before the blazing hearth and lies beside you, arm around your waist, whispering softly of love.

"If only you knew how perfect you are…"

And Diluc will never let you doubt it.

[ninibeingdelulu]

"You're such a tease, dove..."

plot- a ‘movie night’ night with him

a/n- suggestiveness (well it’s toji soo) CLICK ME

The warm, buttery aroma of freshly popped popcorn mingled enticingly with the tantalizing scent of melted chocolate as you carefully poured the rich, velvety sauce into a small bowl for dipping.

Movie night snacks were practically an art form in your household - one you took immense pride in perfecting for your big, burly boyfriend.

Which was why the sudden solid weight of Toji's muscular arms encircling your waist from behind made you jump with a tiny squeal of surprise.

His low, rumbling chuckle vibrated against the back of your neck as his firm lips trailed a scorching path along the sensitive skin left exposed.

"Someone's feeling frisky tonight," you teased lightly, craning your head to shoot him a playfully chastising look over your shoulder.

Though you couldn't quite smother the giddy little thrill skittering down your spine from his amorous attention.

Toji's slate gray eyes danced with unrepentant mischief as he simply tightened his embrace, now peppering wandering pecks along the curve of your jaw.

"What can I say, dove? The alluring scents wafting from this kitchen are enough to drive a man wild with hunger..."

You felt more than heard the low, gravelly purr underpinning his words vibrating clear through to your rapidly thawing core.

Rolling your eyes in feigned exasperation, you swatted his roaming hands away with a halfhearted scold about propriety.

"Easy there, big guy. I think you're confusing 'dinner and a movie' night with something… else."

The instant those last few syllables left your lips in a sultry murmur, powerful hands seized your hips with bruising force.

You let out a breathless yelp as Toji effortlessly spun you around to face him fully, easily lifting your diminutive frame onto the counter with a low, possessive growl.

"Whatever gave you that impression, princess?"

His voice had dipped into a sinfully rougher register that never failed to liquefy your insides like molten magma.

You flashed him your most innocently doe-eyed expression, boldly winding your arms around the strong column of his neck and leaning in until your lips brushed tantalizingly against the sensitive shell of his ear.

"It’s quite obvious, honey" you breathed in a sultry purr that felt him stiffen instantly at your blatant provocation. Then a brilliant idea came in your mind.

"Did I ever mention that I love how effortlessly strong you are to just sweep me up off my feet without breaking a sweat...?"

Toji exhaled a ragged groan muffled against the juncture of your neck as your fingertips began tracing abstract patterns along the taut cords of sinewy muscle bracketing his spine.

Already you could feel the undeniable ridge of his rapidly stiffening arousal digging insistently against your inner thighs through the thin barrier of your shorts.

"Goddamn tease..." he gritted out, sounding utterly wrecked in a way that made your own desire throb heavily in answer.

Still, you simply offered him a delighted, dimpled grin before playfully shoving free of his weakening grasp.

Scooping up the bowl of melted chocolate with a saucy wink as you sauntered off toward the living room brazenly leaving your towering boyfriend undoubtedly reduced to a throbbing, lust-hazed mess in your wake.

It never failed to be the most intoxicating power play- having this singular force of nature, capable of toppling armies and crushing bone as if they were merely twigs, utterly enthralled and unraveled by your mere touch alone.

And you selfishly revelled in every tantalizing second of Toji's ravenous torment...

[darkdemeter]

I just want Samael to have a breeding kink and shoot a baby into y/n, is that too much to ask for. (Jk, unless...) ❤️‍🔥

Oh we're cooking now. Time to roast some marshmallows over this fire ・ 18+ below the cut・

Every precious drop of his demonic seed must know only one, internal bedding. That of your womb. Samael could not place himself above the baser instinct of breeding when it came to you. Your form always an intoxicating invitation, the way you walked called to him in ways that saw him envisioning you with a large and swollen bump, carrying his little princes and princesses. 

If the shuddering stretch of his wings and the gravelly hum of a growl he’d emit every time he saw you bend over was anything to go by, you may have well suspected this was the root cause of why he was slamming his hips against yours, bucking with great fervor and desire that burned in his veins.

The squish of your body that teetered on the verge of bending in a way that ought to break you but never did is a sight he drinks in with his eyes, burns it into his memory until next your bodies come together. He marvels at the sight of the bulge that forms in your abdomen with each thrust that forces himself deep inside you, his clawed hand taking yours to rest over the spot so you can feel him. 

All in time and with lots and lots of practice, you exercised ways in which to receive your lover in every position known to humanity and others that not even angels dare imagine lest they succumb to the fall of sin’s embrace. 

“A demon’s trade secret,” Samael had professed once and early on in the relationship before he’d eaten you out for the first time. That orgasm had been utterly mind blowing. 

His hands now palm at your hips and grope with fond arousal at your thighs, holding you in pleasurable hostage on the bed that, for a frame of bedrock only cushioned by Hell’s finest and lavish, it still managed to groan with rumbles of what sounded like thunder. Or that may be the eruptive magma spurting from the lavafall. 

The hot light from the lava and burning fires made the silky drapes of the bed’s canopy a transparent nebula, astoundingly beautiful just as the squelching of your mingling juices created a song of bliss to fill the chamber. 

You mewl and moan for your lord in erotic applause, your skin covered in a dewy sweat that leaves your bodies grinding with a heat-pressed friction as his cock spears into you, hips pistoning with determination. 

Your back arches off the bed despite being pressed down every time he sheathes himself within you. Your nails dig sharply like claws of your own into the reddened hide of your lover’s skin and he chuckles. 

“So eager to be full of my seed~” he croons and your foggy mind is cast in an allure of his demonic charm. “I wish to see you round, bearing my heirs. How many shall you give me, my darling?”

His question is answered only by a long and whining gasp of pleasure, your voice shuddering in your throat as his hips ruthlessly pound into you, the fleshy pummel of skin slapping skin, of lust meeting its mark so profound it should be perverted. 

“I’ve always liked the number thirteen~”

“Thirt– Ahh! Th-thirteen?” You feel your knees buckle in their resolve, your thighs quivering with muscled strain of keeping them parted. Your breathless pants echo throughout the room along with your pitiful moans that beg him to keep striking that spot, that one spot deep within that has your toes curling and your muscles constricting in tightened winds. 

Thirteen was always associated with bad fortune, a devilish number. How his humour entertains you. And yet… you meet the mischief in his eyes. A would-be scare to the thinking but the course of pleasure thrives like a wildfire in your veins, it brings you to the edge of that surface and you know what you want tonight. 

“Fill me, fill me up!” you gasp, hands clawing at his forearms. “Please please– ahhh! I wanna–”

“You’ll take every drop of me~ It will find its purchase, my darling.”

He uses a hand to palm over the span of your stomach, growling with a velvety, thick drawl. Throwing your head back with a pleasured cry of his name, your vision a flash of stars, you squeeze around the intrusive length of him as you come undone. Your lungs deliver heaved breaths and still he continues to thrust in and out, spurred on by the chase of spilling his seed into you, of pumping you full.

In which he does and he chuffs a moaning sigh as he moves and grinds his hips against you, your body merely rolling in motion with him. Around his base that continues to slickly glide back and forth, a ring of his seed squelches in a gathered overflow. He ought to keep himself buried within you for a while longer, just to make sure his seed finds its place in the tuck of your awaiting, fertile womb. 

Exhaustion weighs heavily on your lashes, bringing your eyes to flutter like the soft beats of a butterfly’s wings and you feel the ghostly haunt of his lips move over yours. 

“Sammy,” you sigh in the aftermath of your bliss. He gives a husky purr in response. “You will give me thirteen, won’t you? I know you can. You were meant for this, to carry my heirs.”

You press your lips firmly to his own, you even dare to tempt him again with another round with a sensual roll of your hips.

“As many… as you'll see me have.”

“My, darling.” He chuckles and in kind he pins his knees against the bed, his hands already beginning to drag your hips, drawing you up and down the spear of his shaft. “I will see you bear many.”

[rollaroundincompliments]

Also shout out to the names of the episodes. #1 A Meeting of Misfits, #2 Magma and Mingle

#3 A Place of Knowing.

Because the M words are the fun whimsy side of magic. And this is the episode when magic got fucking real.

[fischyplier]

Evan has two modes, super sad or super scary!

[katyspersonal]

So, Rauh is Slavic + connections with Farum Azula?

I've noticed this first because of the area where you fight Magma Wyrm Makar at! It does have Rauh architecture, for starters:

But also, before this arena, you can find a unique variant of Chanting Winged Dame that appears to be wearing a variant of кокошник (kokoshnik), a traditional Russian tiara-like female headwear!

They have different variants, and this one appears to be triangle! I instantly recognised it, because this variant is very commonly found on depictions of Snegurochka (a Russian folklore character, she is a granddaughter to the guy who is basically our equivalent of Santa)!

Then, on the side note, Makar is a very popular name in Slavic countries! There is even information that it is straight up a name that appeared in Russia; back then, when old Russia accepted Orthodox Christianity from Greece, a LOT of names were adopted here from Greece too and then most were changed a bit over time in language environment! Makar is one of such names, originating from the word Μακάριος and changed into just Makar in environment with Slavic languages!

There are also some other things I've noticed that seem to match Slavic aesthetic! The first one features what could be another variant of kokoshnik, and also clothes that are very similar to a variant of sarafan, also a traditional dress in Slavic countries! I agree that the second image features appearances similar to Nox females, but also to this other traditional Russian folk look!

Again, I am kind of just spotting these because I've seen these a lot upon growing up in history and art classes, as well as on the events! Some of these just look soooooo similar, and darn name 'Makar' especially convinced me I am not overthinking it xD

There is also this statue in Farum Azula, that also has "Rauh aesthetic" and appears to be wearing a variant of a sarafan! These details were not something I could make sense of in the base game, they just seemed like nice aesthetic inspirations, but with SOTE, Rauh even became a thing, so...?

This statue is specifically found in the arena where we fight Maliketh and take Destined Death, and female figure being found near a Shadowbeast (three beings making one, kinda like if a Kamaitachi was a wolf instead of a weasel) does feel like an Empyrean! If you believe it could be Gloam-Eyed Queen, that'd make her have Rauh descent I suppose! Could she have even met Marika while she was still a Shaman? That's one doomed yuri if I've seen one dshfhfd

(I am also wondering if a link with Farum Azula could've explained the bat people in general? They could be a variant of a dragonborn, maybe... There is a Draconian preset for a Tarnished, that is just a humanoid with a 'rocky' skin, as well as Godrick mentions literal blood relation to Dragons in Japanese, proving the species can mingle! So, the so-called "bat ladies" + those annoying screaming mobs might be not just from Rauh, but one of the variants of an offspring of humanoids and Dragons?)

[blackcrystalball]

Episode 2 of Misfits and Magic.

Magma and Mingle, I love the naming conventions at dropout, they're always so cute.

[emziess]

You blindfold a rock. Dimension 20 - Misfits And Magic: Magma and Mingle

[avadaniels]

Dimension 20: Misfits And Magic 2x02 "Magma and Mingle"