#fucked up kisses

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pxison asked: (big red 🍓) - a kiss to gain control. A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME (Still Accepting!)

Ikkaku should have known Ichiji would be a problem. She always seemed to have the worst luck with guys with blood-red hair. Well, except for Shanks, but he seemed to be the exception that proved the rule. Regardless, the engineer found herself trapped in a room with the Germa Kingdom heir, the prince deliberately blocking her way out.

"You really want to play this game? Don't you have better things to do?" she asked, glaring at him. Of course, she did get a thrill when they played cat and mouse, as the chase was exhilarating and stroked her ego a fair bit. Unfortunately, it seemed the mouse was cornered this time, and she needed to find a way to take control of this situation so she could make her escape.

Thinking quickly, Ikkaku decided to take a risk. Marching up to Ichiji, she grabbed the prince by the cape and yanked him down to her level to plant a kiss on his lips. His lips were hot, smooth, and slightly parted so it was easy for her to slip her tongue between them, stroking it along his own to coax him into kissing her back. She hoped that by doing this, she could distract him long enough to turn him around so she could slip out the door.

Unfortunately, it seemed Ichiji had learned from the last time she'd pulled that trick. He kept kissing her, but instead of getting lost in it, he quickly grabbed her hips and turned her around himself, pinning her to the wall a few feet away from her escape route. Ikkaku gasped, caught off-guard, and as Ichiji took advantage of her distraction, she realized that he was the one who'd taken control. And damn it, it was kind of hot, as much as she hated to admit it.

Fuck.

[stingslikeabee]

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss. ( but what if it was before his fight with Kiryu? )

a fucked-up kissing meme . accepting

From the moment they met, Melissa knew Ryuji followed no rules but his own - the patriarch had his very unique moral compass, an internal code of honor and a source of never-ending passion to seeing his dreams coming true. These things had all drawn the hostess to him - Ryuji was brighter than anything the woman had seen before; his pull was like the one of the sun over a smaller planet, and basking in his light and warmth was so incredibly addictive.

Among his decisions was the iron-clad resolve to be the single ‘Dragon’ in the yakuza world; and while Melissa had never seen (or interacted with) the man who Ryuji considered as his sworn opponent and enemy, there were enough whispers around. Particularly after her relationship with the Go-Ryu Clan patriarch went public - as a result of being somewhat ‘accepted’ as one of their own, certain conversations regarding to their own legends and personalities which did not necessarily make headlines reached her.

Kiryu Kazuma sounded like a myth - particularly when Ryuji was not around, tales about him seemed to suggest the stuff of legends, covering from super-human strength to being nigh invulnerable to bullets and other weapons. Frankly, it made Melissa anxious - and while she struggled to picture someone who could best her lover in a fight, these shared stories were not from other impressionable hostess like herself - they were from seasoned yakuza members, so there had to be some truth to it.

And yet - the brunette hoped it was just exaggeration or fabrication. The fact remained that the girl choose to believe Ryuji, and the wins he had claimed in other occasions seemed to suggest a favorable scenario. He would do it, right? He had never failed - there was no promise of his that went unfulfilled. The patriarch said that he would look after her and he had performed flawlessly; he had vouched to make the hostess happy at his side (after making sure she really desired that position and all the consequences that came with it) and Melissa had no complaints.

So when the night of their departure to Kamurocho came, the woman tried her best to shake the fears and anxiety off her frame; Ryuji could do it. As they embraced in his office and away from the gaze of his men, the yakuza dipped down for a kiss - and it was a searing one, the type that left Melissa dizzy and grasping at the lapels of his coat for support once he was done. He didn’t need to say it - but the words ‘I’ll be back’ followed, a small comfort to the woman he declared to adore and worship, and she nodded.

Under his gaze - so fierce and strong like thunder, but soft and warm for her - Melissa believed every single word; he would win. She would pray for the gods to make it so, to deliver her beloved Ryuji home, safe and sound and with one hell of a story to share.

“I know you will - I’ll be waiting,” she replied, and offer a light peck over his lips in return. The hostess inhaled sharply and forced her hands to drop off his clothing while taking a step away; she wanted to look strong and deserving of his confidence and respect on the eve of such an important occasion.

“I love you, Ryuji. Please come back to me,” a smile was shared between the two of them and he nodded, a wink added for good measure before he left the office and returned to his men to lead the charge to Kamurocho. Left behind, Melissa had nothing to do but hope for good news - and she had no idea back then that these wouldn’t come.

But, somehow... His promise wouldn’t be broken; it would take more time than either of them had anticipated, however one day they would be reunited in the same Osaka that had brought them together originally.

[ruporas]

kiss of the divine

[crabussy]

hey I went to Bad At It island and everyone you know was there. yeah turns out you just see the version of them they put forwards in order to not disappoint and in actuality everyone is just trying their best which doesn't always mean succeeding. yeah you were there as well but it's ok because you're surrounded by your friends and loved ones and if you take a moment you'll realise we are all flawed by nature but we are all full of love for one another and that matters more than any skill or success or achievement.

[zombie-bait]

i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it

Fellas is it gay to give yourself a lobotomy to possibly preserve the soul of your one and only companion who died to save you? Asking for a friend

[plasticgrape]

*Coughs really loudly*

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

[sbeana]

the pool scene

[lieu-rey]

charles<3

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[mazeyphaedra]

was rewatching fabian’s baron moment on account of it being the most delicious piece of pvp in my recent memory and ally beardsley’s growth as a player just shone through so brightly and with such clarity. after dusting off their shock they immediately asked about the nemesis ward, had enough knowledge about fellow pcs stocked to remember adaine’s ac with such like frustrated confidence and certainty, suggested to siobhan to dimension door out of adaine’s room, like. they came into this making a character with 4 dex. and now the dice deity offered to roll a check to sense if adaine was in danger. making decisions, asking questions, getting invested in the story, trying so hard with the tools they have to save characters from danger; ally beardsley is an incredible d&d player.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pxison asked: (evil blue raspberry man ⚡) a kiss when it’s not wanted. A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME (Still Accepting!)

Caged against the wall between a pair of lean yet muscular arms, Ikkaku glared up at Niji. Blue sparks of electricity danced along the man's fingers beside her head, making the air smell of ozone and singing a few wayward curls threateningly. That sick grin of his told her that he was enjoying having the engineer trapped and at his mercy.

Still, Ikkaku wasn't quite ready to back down. She might not have the same knee-jerk hatred for Germa that her Sora comics-loving crew did, but she knew they were twisted bastards who had cause a lot of damage in the North, so nobody liked them.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face. If you don't want the Surgeon of Death to fuck you up, you'll-"

She was cut off abruptly by a forceful kiss covering her mouth, tongue delving deep and body pressed in close so she couldn't escape. Ikkaku considered biting down on his tongue but the sparking electricity in her ear reminded her that such an action would backfire painfully. So she was stuck being kissed against her will by a man who, frankly, gave off an intense serial killer vibe. Her heart pounded with fear and adrenaline and the engineer could only hope she was given some kind of opening so she could get out of this alive. Because she really didn't trust that Niji would settle for just a kiss.

[stingslikeabee]

a   ‘  please  ’   kiss. ( Addams AU ? )

a fucked-up kissing meme . accepting

Frump women were historically known for being exceptional witches - there was something in their bloodline that turned the females born in the family into adept magic users, provided that talent was nurtured and guided since childhood. However, there was a second (and less known) tradition running there as well, one that had almost fallen into disuse due to sheer lack of practice or purpose under more recent years: swindling and conning wealthy victims.

At her prime, Eudora Frump had been legendary in Europe; most of her tricks were passed down to her twins, although Morticia hardly required anything in terms of financial assistance after marrying into the Addamses. The same extended to her relatives: Gomez was a generous man and his immense home had been the house to not only his wife (and future children), but also to his mother and sister-in-law, with ample room for their hobbies and comforts.

It wasn’t until a few years later when Daigo and Melissa were already married and acquainted with Okamura that such fact was brought up. They were still in Japan tying some loose ends up (which meant convincing a long lost cousin to return to America with them) when the witch mentioned that - some of the abilities the blonde murderess exhibited were familiar to her, and the assassin’s eyes glowed with admiration for his wife.

“Melissa - I had no idea,” the man murmured, picking one of her hands up and bringing it closer to his face, placing a soft kiss over the brunette’s knuckles in a reverential gesture. The woman smiled sweetly at him in return - although they had been married for just a few months, it felt like they had been together for a lifetime. It was just so right - so perfect; Melissa was incapable of restraining her idle fingers from reaching out, pushing some of Daigo’s longer strands of hair behind an ear.

“Oh, it was just a side hobby. Tish stopped way before than I did after meeting Gomez, but I carried on for a while. I always liked having some fresh faces at home,” her look for the assassin was open and full of tenderness; there was absolutely no one else who could have her heart, during that existence or in the afterlife, “Unlike our dear Azumi, I much preferred them as test subjects for my children. I learned so much about their abilities and talents by bringing these young men with me... I wouldn’t be half the mother I am to my spiderlings without their contribution.”

The blonde was keen on obtaining financial advantage of her targets - not unlike Eudora in the past, too; Melissa then found herself smiling, imagining just how much they had in common and how agreeable would be for the two women to meet, despite their vastly different origins. However, the witch’s focus returned to the present rather fast - Daigo was still holding her hand with his, a thumb stroking the skin idly but prolonging the physical contact that the brunette loved so much. Ambar eyes moved to meet his obsidian stare, and there was something in the assassin’s gaze that momentarily took her breath away.

Oh, Daigo was impossibly beautiful - particularly when he showcased adoration so freely.

“Would you consider the possibility of entertaining me with a display of these talents, my love?” he asked with underlying excitement in his voice. The idea that his wife, as perfect and scary as she was during episodic visions, also concealed a different side to her by seducing and roping incautious individuals like a spider capturing prey was obviously enticing to him. “I know you said it has been a while, but surely we have time until Azumi-san arrives?”

Again, a hand was raised - and Daigo kissed the colder skin of the witch in a way that was overflowing with affection. It was all but a silent request, a wordless ‘please’ for the witch to give him a private exhibition of how far she could cast her web and dilacerate victims. Melissa was incapable of resisting - her idle hand cupped the half-Japanese man adoringly, sliding over his lips to press a thumb over them and nodding softly, giving into his praise and almost childlike glee. Daigo had showed her so much of the city he adored, the locations where he had painted walls red, the haunted alleyways where she could attempt to commune with the local ghosts... Giving him something in return was no inconvenience.

“Well - there are a number of foreigners here. Roppongi, was it?” the woman queried while canting her head, but the accent was evidently strong. It was a prime spot for scouting wealthy expatriates, Okamura had explained to them - and well, it ended up turning to be something in their favor. The witch grinned next, the gesture a bit on the mischievous side - perhaps the goddess intended for it to happen; there were no coincidences in life, as Melissa often proclaimed.

The brunette’s hand dropped from her husband’s face to her middle, briefly making contact with their first (and unborn) son. Only the two of them knew he was there, growing strong every day - the figure of the woman did not yet denounce the fact that she was pregnant, and it was hardly an issue for one who had no desire to drink alcohol during her approach. “Very well. Our son agrees with the idea - he’s happy with a little adventure,” Melissa murmured and tossed her long hair over a shoulder, making the view of her pale skin in a dark dress slightly more evident. The game was on - and Daigo hummed appreciatively, leaning back towards the bar and nodding with encouragement.

“I won’t be long, chéri.”

“Take as long as you need, my love,” Daigo said with a wide grin, watching as his wife moved away to choose her victim, leaning an elbow over the counter and then folding the arm to use an open hand as the resting place for his chin. The assassin was left alone but his eyes followed the witch across the room with rapt attention, watching as she selected a random executive as a victim and he murmured to himself. “To be a fly in your web, Your Majesty... I hope these men only realize how fortune is smiling upon them tonight.”

[xiewho]

toxic AND doomed by the narrative. who is doing it like u kristen applebees

[lazylittledragon]

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT MAMA DEKARIOS'S REACTION WAS WHEN SHE FOUND OUT CYRA WAS PREGNANT :000000 her boy is about to be a dad i think she would lose her entire shit

I THINK YOU’RE PROBABLY RIGHT

[feralkwe]

idk how else to explain it to people but it should be pretty fucking obvious why it is absolutely ludicrous to allow the united states fucking government to set the criteria as to who is and is not recognized as native/indigenous/ndn when they spent literal centuries trying to undermine and erase the fact that we exist at all.

it's no coincidence that some of the criteria involved in becoming federally recognized as a tribe requires documentation that the government actively worked to suppress. that they require the tracing of continuous existence back to colonial contact should tell you why it's a bullshit metric. that the fact that you have to have heaps of money to get federal recognition is something that you should take a long, hard look at before calling members of over 400 non-recognized tribes 'pretendians'.

the use of blood quantum as a measurement alone makes their authority null and void.

indigeneity is not about blood quantum or government permission. it is about family, culture, and community. i for one would appreciate it if non-natives fucked all the way off on this topic, and if fellow ndns would stop the infighting over it long enough to realize that all we're doing is perpetuating colonizer violence and genocide by allowing non-natives to set the definition of who we are and what we get to call ourselves.

fuck you. stop doing the colonizer's job for them.