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mommyownsmee · 23 days

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Hi mommy hehehehee. I'm feeling subby and bratty...could you maybe write something about putting your sub in her place with a strap on? Pretty please??

Hello sweetheart! 𝒙𝒙

Ofc I can. ♡

You had been pushing my buttons all day, testing the limits, and I could see that gleam of mischief in your eyes—the one that told me you were being bratty on purpose. It was clear you were craving my attention, my control, and perhaps a little bit of discipline.

After letting your antics go on long enough, I decide it’s time to take charge. "Kneel," I command, my voice firm but calm. For a moment, you hesitate, your bratty demeanor faltering under my steady gaze, but then you comply, dropping to your knees with a mix of defiance and anticipation, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, reaching down to run a hand through your hair, gripping it gently but firmly at the roots. You gasp softly, the sound barely audible, and I lean down slightly, bringing my face close to yours. "Since you’ve been so bratty today," I continue, my tone dripping with authority, "I think you need to be reminded of your place."

You glance up at me, your breath quickening, and I can see the shift in your demeanor. The thrill of anticipation makes you shiver, a delicious sight that only fuels my desire to assert my control. I take a moment to let the tension build, my gaze unwavering as I savor the sight of you on your knees before me.

"Mommy, I’m sorry," you whisper, a small hint of contrition in your voice, though I can see the defiant spark still flickering in your eyes.

"Are you really sorry?" I ask, my voice taking on a mocking edge. I tilt your chin up with my finger, forcing you to meet my eyes. "Or are you just saying that because you want to avoid a punishment?"

You swallow hard, your eyes searching mine. "I... I’m sorry, Mommy," you repeat, but there's a quiver in your voice that tells me you’re still holding onto that rebellious streak.

"I don’t believe you," I say softly, my tone almost playful. "I think you need to show me just how sorry you are."

I slowly lower my strap in front of you, letting the cool leather brush against your lips. "Now," I command, leaving no room for disobedience, "Show me how sorry you are."

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice laced with both submission and eagerness. You lean forward, your eyes locked with mine as you begin to take the strap into your mouth. Your lips part, and you move slowly at first, your tongue gliding over the surface, wetting it with your saliva.

"That's it," I praise, tightening my grip on your hair slightly, just enough to let you know who’s in control. "Do it right, and maybe I’ll forgive you."

You hum around the strap, a small sound of pleasure mixed with your obedience, and I can feel your brattiness fading away with each movement. Your eyes flutter closed, and I pull your hair a bit, reminding you to keep your eyes on me. "Look at me," I demand. "I want to see those pretty eyes when you’re making it up to me."

You look up instantly, your gaze full of adoration and submission. "Yes, Mommy," you mumble around the strap, working harder now, your mouth taking more of it, your tongue swirling with newfound determination.

"Such a good girl when you want to be," I coo, watching you intently, feeling the power dynamics shift back into balance. Your submission is a sweet surrender to my authority, and I relish every moment of it. I control the pace, pushing a little deeper, then pulling back, guiding your rhythm, keeping you just on the edge of what you can handle.

"Do you like this?" I ask, my voice low and teasing. "Do you like being put in your place like this, having Mommy control every little thing you do?"

"Yes, Mommy," you murmur around the strap, your eyes wide and sincere. "I love it."

"Good," I reply, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Because this is exactly where you belong, isn’t it? On your knees, showing Mommy how much you need me."

You nod, your eyes glistening with tears of submission and pleasure. "I need you, Mommy. I need you so much."

"Then be a good girl for me," I whisper, pulling the strap from your mouth and letting it rest against your lips again. "And maybe I’ll let you feel just how much I need you too."

With a sudden move, I pull the strap out of your mouth, leaving your lips glistening and parted, a soft gasp escaping you. "Hands behind your back," I order, and you immediately comply, your fingers intertwining behind you.

"Good girl," I murmur, bringing my free hand to your cheek, caressing it softly before delivering a quick, sharp slap to the other. Your eyes widen, but you remain perfectly still, accepting the punishment with a quiet whimper.

"Remember, you’re mine," I tell you, my voice low and commanding. "Every bratty move you make, every defiant glance, it all comes back to this. To Mommy reminding you exactly who you belong to."

You moan softly in response, your mouth still tingling from the slap, your hands coming up to hold onto my thighs for balance. "I’m yours, Mommy," you murmur when I let you pull back for a breath. "Only yours."

I smile, satisfied with your response, with your compliance, but I’m not done yet. I take a step back, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a leather collar and leash. Your eyes widen at the sight, but you don't move, your breath catching in anticipation.

"Tell me," I say, dangling the collar in front of you, "Do you think you deserve this? Do you think you deserve to wear your collar after all your brattiness today?"

You hesitate for a moment, then nod. "Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of fear and excitement. "I want to wear it. I want to be yours."

I nod, pleased with your answer. "Then lift your chin," I instruct, and you do so immediately, exposing your neck to me. I wrap the collar around your neck, fastening it securely before attaching the leash. I give it a gentle tug, making you gasp softly.

"You know what this means, don't you, my sweet little brat?" I ask, my tone soft yet firm.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with anticipation of what’s to come.

"Good girl," I purr, giving the leash another tug, pulling you back into position. "Now, let's see just how well you can behave for me."

I pull the leash, guiding you toward the bed. "Get on all fours," I command, and you obey, moving with a grace that makes my heart swell with pride. I climb onto the bed behind you, running my hand down your back, feeling you shiver under my touch.

"Tell me," I murmur, my voice low and teasing. "Do you like it when Mommy is rough with you? When I remind you exactly who’s in charge?"

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, your voice shaky with desire. "I love it when you take control."

I smile, my hand moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do," I whisper, leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder. "I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to."

I slide my hands down your thighs, reaching for the rope I had left on the bedside table. "Hold still," I command, and you remain motionless, knowing better than to disobey. I start by wrapping the rope around your ankles, binding them together tightly but comfortably. "You’re going to stay right here until I decide otherwise," I say, looping the rope around your wrists, pulling them behind your back.

"Thank you, Mommy," you whisper, your voice a soft, submissive sigh.

"Shh," I hush you gently, tightening the last knot before running my hands over the binds, ensuring they're secure but not too tight. "You’re so beautiful like this, all tied up for me," I murmur, my hands moving to cup your chin, lifting your gaze to meet mine. "Tell me how much you need me."

"I need you so much, Mommy," you reply, your voice trembling with sincerity. "I want to be good for you. I want to please you."

I smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. "Good girl," I praise, pulling back just enough to see the longing in your eyes. "But we’re not done yet. I need you to understand just how serious I am about your behavior."

I reach for the flogger hanging nearby, letting the tails brush against your back, teasing the sensitive skin there. "You know what's coming next, don’t you?" I ask, my voice dripping with authority.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your body tensing slightly in anticipation. "I know."

"Count them," I instruct, raising the flogger and bringing it down with a swift, measured strike across your backside. The sound of leather meeting skin fills the room, and you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure evident in your voice.

"One," you murmur, your voice shaking slightly but steady.

"Good girl," I praise, bringing the flogger down again, a bit harder this time. "What’s this one?"

"Two," you gasp, your voice a little louder, more breathless.

"Such a good girl for mommy," I keep my lips close to your ear, whispering soft reassurances that blend with my commands, my voice a gentle guide through the waves of sensation I'm creating for you. I let my fingers slide lower, teasing your inner thighs, feeling the way your body responds, every muscle tightening with anticipation.

"Do you want Mommy to touch you here?" I ask, my fingers grazing just shy of where you want me most. Your breath catches, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you nod frantically, blindfolded and vulnerable.

"Use your words," I instruct, my voice low and commanding. "I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, Mommy," you plead, your voice a desperate whisper. "Please, touch me. I need it so bad."

I smile at your eagerness, at the sweet desperation in your voice. "That’s my good girl," I murmur, finally allowing my fingers to make contact, sliding over your sensitive skin with a feather-light touch. You gasp, your body arching towards me, seeking more, but I keep my touch teasingly light, not giving you the pressure you crave just yet.

"Do you feel how badly I’m teasing you?" I whisper, my breath hot against your skin as I continue my slow exploration. "How I’m making you wait for it? Do you understand why?"

"Yes, Mommy," you whimper, your voice trembling with frustration and longing. "Because I was a brat. Because I need to learn."

"That’s right," I affirm, pressing a bit harder now, giving you just a hint of what you want. "You need to learn that when you act out, you don’t get what you want right away. You have to earn it, don’t you?"

"Yes, Mommy," you reply, your voice filled with determination to prove yourself. "I’ll be good, I promise."

I hum in approval, increasing the pressure of my touch, circling slowly, teasingly, just enough to drive you wild but not enough to push you over the edge. "That’s what I like to hear," I murmur, my lips brushing against your neck as I speak. "But you have to show me, baby. Show me how good you can be."

Your body is writhing now, caught between the pleasure I’m giving you and the need for more. I keep my movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of sensation, every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips. "Such a good girl," I praise, my voice a soft, soothing murmur against your skin. "Look at how well you’re doing, staying still for Mommy."

You nod, a small, desperate sound escaping you, a mixture of frustration and bliss. "Please, Mommy," you beg, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "I need more. Please."

"Patience, baby," I chide gently, though my tone is laced with warmth. "You’ll get what you need when I decide you’re ready. Not a moment sooner."

I continue my slow, torturous exploration, my fingers tracing patterns over your skin, keeping you on the edge, never quite letting you tip over. "Do you trust me?" I ask suddenly, my voice low and intense, cutting through the haze of pleasure.

"Yes, Mommy," you answer immediately, without hesitation. "Of course I trust you."

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips curving into a smile against your skin. "Because I’m going to take you to the edge, push you right to the brink, and then I’m going to pull you back. Over and over. Until you can’t take it anymore."

I feel your body tense beneath me, a soft moan escaping your lips at the promise in my words. "Does that sound good to you, baby? Do you want Mommy to push you to your limits?"

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, your voice filled with both fear and excitement. "Please, I want it. I want you to take control."

"That’s what I like to hear," I whisper, my fingers resuming their slow, deliberate movements, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re going to take everything I give you."

"Yes, Mommy," you reply, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I’ll take it. I’ll take everything."

I smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, my fingers never stopping their relentless teasing. "That’s my good girl," I murmur against your mouth. "Now, let’s see just how far I can push you."

I start to increase the intensity, my fingers moving with more purpose now, pressing harder, circling faster. You cry out, your body arching into my touch, and I know you’re close, so close to the edge.

But just as you’re about to tip over, I pull back, stopping all movement, leaving you hanging on the precipice of release. You gasp, a frustrated whimper escaping your lips, your body trembling with need.

"Not yet," I murmur, my voice firm but kind. "I told you, baby. You don’t get to come until I say so. Understand?"

"Yes, Mommy," you moan, your voice filled with desperate longing. "I understand."

"Good," I reply, resuming my slow, torturous movements, building you back up again, taking you right to the edge, only to pull back once more.

I repeat this process over and over, each time pushing you closer, each time pulling you back, until you’re a quivering mess beneath me, your body trembling with need, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Please, Mommy," you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, let me come. I can’t take it anymore."

I smile, full of affection for you, for your willingness to submit, to give yourself over to me completely. "You’ve been so good," I murmur, my fingers stilling for a moment as I lean down to kiss you deeply, pouring all of my love and appreciation into the kiss. "I think you’ve earned it, baby. I think you deserve to come."

I resume my movements, this time with more intensity, more purpose, pushing you quickly to the edge once more. "Come for me, baby," I whisper, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Now."

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starrletnight · 1 month

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HI!Just wanted to drop by and say I adore your au!! Its always so interesting to see crossovers like this

What shenanigans will the two silly light kids do?looking forward to see more of this au ^^

hehehehee thank you for the kind words mwahhh!!!! 🩷❤️🩷🩷 i have a wholeee lot planned for this au, but i do like to take it slow as to not burn myself out >< good things come to those who wait, and i have a really fun drawing idea regarding sebastian and a certain tech scrybe from inscryption bumping around my head hehehe >:]

#starryask

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blaiddraws · 11 months

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OUGH I LOVE THE WERE-ZISU POSTS, ESPECIALLY THE DRAEING WITH YER EYES AND HER MARKIJGS AJD HER LITTLE FANG,,,,,, I LOVW WHEN SEEMINGLY HUMAN CHARACTERS HAVE THESE LITTLE TELLS THAT THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY HUMAN <<<333 And she's living too...... how would other hisuian Zoroakr react when she turns and happens to be a living Zkroark 👀 cause all of the ones we know in Pla are dead

AWAWAWAWAWAWA HEHEHEHEE I LOVE WHEN HUMANS HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF BEASTLY HINTS TO THEM AS WELL <33333333

hmmmm the hisuian zoroarks.... that's a good question! I think they'd be, like. weirdly obsessed with her, but also they keep their dentist. they're like when adult cats unexpectedly see a little kitten so they just go O_O without looking away. whenever she gets near the icelands there's just a group of zoroark just kinda following her around from a distance. they don't bother her so she doesn't do anything about it, other than occasionally try to talk to them

they just stare at her without responding, for a while if she approaches they retreat. but eventually she does start Actually communicating with them, even to the point where one of them decides to come with her to jubilife!

#were-zoroark zisu #answered #werewolf au #screaming crying etc at the number of unanswered asks in my inbox there's. SO MANY

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askthesawyers · 20 days

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(house of wax crossover woooo!! Atleast it's not bo. I've what they do to him over there-)

*I stay silent for a moment before I lean past ChopTop in order to look at the man. I wave at him as I offer a smile. This guy could be one of the normal ones after all... though I kind of doubt that considering the bones*

"hello sir! I recen moved in with the Sawyers here! We are trying to get to town"

-🐇

hehehehee.. i've been dreaming of this huehuuee)) *He smiles back and waves in return, then fixes his hat* "ah yes! town! that's just where i was headin! my bros ain't feelin' so good so i'm gettin' em some pain meds! what y'all headin' into town for anyway?" *Lester grinned and kept his eyes on the road- stopping his truck as he was now stuck in a little bit of traffic.*

"movin' in with the sawyers..? heh! yer better movin' in with us" "you tryin' to say somethin, Les??" "noooo! not at all y'all just on a whole other level of craaazy!" "guess yer right! but y'all ain't better now are ya? "yeaaa you right!"

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #chop top sawyer #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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hey! i reblogged your post about headphone recommendations and i just wanted to make sure that you saw it (forget ab this ask if you already saw it 🙏🏽)

EEEEEE YES I JUST TOOK A GOOD LOOK AT IT!!!!!! AAAND IT WAS VERY USEFUL BC I HAVE BEEN IN FACT STARING INTENTLY AT THE SAMES ONES YOU WERE TALKING ABT HEHEHEHEE tbh i think i'm ok with the noise cancelling being a little meh my last ones weren't too good either i am so used to it lmao bUTBUT BUT IT WAS VERY GOOD TO HEAR THAT YOU LIKE THEM!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE REVIEW ANGEL I APPRECIATE IT<3333

#MWAH MWAH MWAH #SMOOCHING U SO HARD #i can't wait to get themmmmmm #i miss big headphones sm i love them #friends!!

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onevolon · 1 year

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my love for you is infinite - part2

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 1226

warnings: in this au there is no social contract for sexuality and gender hehehehee

you can also read it on ao3

part1 - part3 - masterlist

“I can't breathe. How am I going to dance all night if I can't breathe?”

“My toes hurt already.” Ben and William were bickering.

Santiago and Francisco are a little apart from their family.

“Well, if every man in this room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty, Frankie.”

“Or men.”

“Oh, they are far too easy to judge.”

“They are not all bad.”

“Humorless poppycocks, in my limited experience.”

“One of these days, Santiago, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.”

He stops speaking and stares. A dazzling group enters the room: George Bingley, his sister Caroline, and finally, Miss Y/N Darcy. All dressed in the highest modes.

The music and dancing stops as the local people turn and stare. The newcomers - creatures from another world - make quite a stir. Darcy surveys the hall. She catches Santiago's eye and stares, with a kind of surprised shock.

Caroline Bingley turns to Darcy.

“Oh dear, we are a long way from Grosvenor Square, are we not, Miss Darcy?”

People hurry to greet the new arrivals. One of them leads them down the center of the dance floor towards the best seats in the room, stopping occasionally to introduce them to various parties.

Santiago's great friend Charlotte Lucas comes to Santiago's side.

“So which of the painted peacocks is our Mr Bingley?”

“He is on the right, and on the left is his sister.”

“And the person with the quizzical brow?”

“That is his good friend, Miss Darcy.”

“She looks miserable, poor soul.”

“Miserable she may be, but poor she most certainly is not.”

“TeIl me.”

“Ten thousand a year and she owns half of Derbyshire.”

“The miserable half?”

They share a complicit giggle.

Sir William Lucas arrives with Darcy and the Bingley's to introduce his daughter Charlotte and the Bennet family. Behind them the music and dancing re-start where they left off.

“My eldest daughter you know, Mrs. Bennet, Francisco, Santiago and Tom Bennet.”

“It is a pleasure. I have two others but they are already dancing.” Mrs. Bennet says.

Mr. Bingley was transfixed by Francisco and gazes openly at him but manages to say “Delighted to make your acquaintance.”

“And may I introduce Miss Darcy. - of Pemberley, in Derbyshire!”

A stiff bow from Darcy, Santiago smiles, Darcy does not.

Moments later. Santiago is standing in a small group with Francisco, Bingley, Miss Bingley and Darcy.

“How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr Bingley?” Francisco asks.

Smiling at Francisco shyly “Very much.” He answers.

“The library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest in the country.” Santiago adds.

“Yes, it fills me with guilt.” He looks at Francisco and a little blush starts around his collar.

“Not a good reader, you see. I prefer being out of doors. I mean, I can read, of course and, and I'm not suggesting you can't read outdoors - of course”

“I wish I read more, but there always seems so many other things to do.” Francisco says.

“That's exactly what I meant.”

He beams at Francisco, gratefully.

The first dance ends. Ben and William rush past in a state of high excitement.

“Mama! You will never ever ever ever believe what I'm about to tell you! “Ben exclaims.

“You've decided to take the veil?”

Ben ignores him.

“Tell me quickly, my love.”

Ben, shrieking “The regiment are coming!”

Mrs. Bennet shrieks too. Mr. Bennet winces.

“They're to be stationed the whole winter! Stationed in the village, just right there!” William adds.

Now all three Bennet family shriek and Ben actually jumps up and down.

“Officers! Officers as far as the eye can see!”

“How will we meet them?”

“It's easy. You just walk up and down in front of them and drop something.”

Ben pantomimes the actions for William.

“They pick it up. You say 'Oh thank you sir' and blush prettily and then you're introduced!”

Couples begin to form for the next dance. Mr Bingley turns to Francisco.

“May I have the honor?”

They leave to dance. Santiago addresses Miss Darcy as much to distract her from his family as for any other reason.

“Do you dance Miss Darcy?

“Not if I can help it.”

Santiago, Darcy and Miss Bingley stand in uncompanionable silence.

On the dance floor Mr. Bingley, with pink ears, was dancing with Francisco. Mrs. Bennet, with a group of other mothers, watches the young couple with rather too obvious a satisfaction.

“That dress becomes his does it not. Though of course my Francisco needs little help from couturiers.”

Santiago wanders through the throng. He looks at Bingley and Francisco dancing - Francisco is calm and demure, Bingley clearly smitten.

Later. Darcy is joined by an exhilarated Bingley.

“Upon my word I've never seen so many pretty men in my life.”

“You are dancing with the only handsome one in the room.”

“Oh, he is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, but his brother Santiago is very agreeable.”

They have stopped at the edge of the dance floor but have not seen Santiago and Charlotte who were hiding behind a pillar. Santiago starts to smile.

“Perfectly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me.”

Santiago stops smiling.

“You had better return to your partner and enjoy his smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”

Bingley goes off.

“Count your blessings, Santiago. If she liked you, you'd have to talk to her.

“Precisely. As it is, I would not dance with her for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half.”

Charlotte smiles at her friend, but sees nonetheless that Santiago is stung.

Later, Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Francisco dancing with somebody else. With a look of pure longing, he looks around to distract himself and notices Santiago too is dancing.

Ben and William are exuberantly dancing too, laughing and chatting. Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.

After, Bingley is standing with Francisco, Santiago, Mrs. Bennet and Darcy.

“Your friend Miss Lucas is a most amusing young woman.” Mr Bingley says to Santiago.

“Yes! I adore her.”

“It is a pity she is not more handsome.”

“Mama!”

“But Santiago will never admit she is plain. Of course, it is my Francisco who is considered the beauty of the county.”

“Oh! Mama, please!”

“When he was only fifteen there was a gentleman so much in love with him that I was sure he would make him an offer. However, he did write him some very pretty verses.”

“And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?” Santiago adds impatiently.

“I thought that poetry was the food of love.” Mrs. Darcy says.

“Of a fine, stout love it may. But if it is only a vague inclination, I am convinced that one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.”

Darcy looks at Santiago with a glimmering of interest.

“So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?”

Santiago turns and looks at Darcy square on.

“Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.”

He gives her a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. She had no idea he heard her. Now it was her turn to blush.

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #frankie morales #will miller #ben miller #tom davis #oscar isaac fic #santiago garcia x you #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #onevolon fic #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

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genesiswrld · 5 months

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hello !! it's been a while, so i hope you've been having a good go of it since the last time i popped in !! things have gotten very busy again, but i kept remembering that disappearing completely after my last ask mentioning a widespread wildfire might be a little concerning, so this is partially just a celebration to say that: scorpion and smoke of mortal kombat fame are no longer having a field day in my area! yay!

aside from that, this may be a little off kilter to normal music recommendations, but i've come to associate the "jupiter, the bringer of jollity" from gustav holst's planets suite with kung lao! it is a classical orchestra piece, so it is definitely harder to describe or suggest, but i think that the title alone is a good primer. it's a piece with a lot of fanfare that really sweeps across the room, so it really makes me think of his broad grin. the sudden dips between flighty melodies and grandiose sections also just makes me think of the dimples, haha. since classical music may be a harder sell though, i'll give another music suggestion: AFRO PARKER's "cosmic dance" is a quintessential song to imagine a dynamic duo to imo. i think that the fun energy is infectious! if you're looking for something a little sappier, daydream by AFRO PARKER is very cute too, though this is more general than character-based.

since i've been on the topic of planets: if you were to assign characters you like planets or cosmic bodies, what would you choose? despite associating kung lao with the jupiter movement of the planets suite, i actually associate him with saturn (because of the rings hehe) and i associate liu kang with mars! on a less fandom related note, i don't have any favourite planets or anything, but if you do, i'd love to hear about it! -🎐

Hello again! I’m glad you’re well. I’ve been well too, just busy with work and irl things

Glad there are no fires in your area, Smoke and Scorpion behaved😂

Yayyy more song recommendations hehehehee I’ll be sure to give them a listen and see if I get the same vibes😁

I agree with you on Kung Lao being Saturn because of the rings as well. I think it’s cute and very fitting lol. Here’s how I see them:

Liu Kang: The Sun (even though it isn’t a planet)

Sub Zero: Neptune (it’s cold af)

Scorpion: Venus (hottest planet in the solar system)

Hm, I never thought about having a favorite planet, but I think I’d choose Neptune because it’s blue (blue is my favorite color) and it’s the planet we know the least about (I believe) because of how far it is.

#ask raine #liu kang #kung lao #sub zero #scorpion

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gayemeralds · 2 years

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um uh if you have any thoughts for sonic, mighty and ray as a team of sorts (like beta team sonic or something) that'd be cool to see in a fic

hehehehee i love them so much.

He is a very, very weird little guy, Mighty has come to the simple conclusion. Sonic had just begun to get his name out there in the world, having defeated Robotnik a handful of times already. Mighty and Ray, nomadic by nature, had only recently heard of him when they had passed through a big city, and found his name and image littering every screen available.

He had just defeated Robotnik in a large standoff on South Island, decimating the man’s “Death Egg”. Mighty and Ray saw pictures of it on the news, and were astounded by the thought of one little hedgehog being able to destroy an entire space station! They didn't want to cross him, that’s for sure.

But here they are, sitting in a cell together.

Mighty and Ray had been exploring this strange island together when they came across some of Eggman’s machines. Mighty wasn’t really a fighter by nature- he tried to avoid conflict as much as he could. But there were poor little animals stuck in those things, as living batteries, and Mighty knew he couldn’t just stand by!

Ray and him started to trash a few of them, releasing as many animals as they could. They weren’t exactly known for their fighting abilities, however- Mighty might have super strength, but he wasn’t particularly skilled in using it in combat, and Ray was just a little kid. They didn’t stand a chance when Robotnik showed up to see who was causing a ruckus, and the old man tossed them into a jail cell.

About an hour later, Sonic shows up. Except he’s tossed inside with them!

Sonic, however, appears to be fuming. He crosses his arms and sticks his middle finger up during a grandiose speech Robotnik was trying to make, until Sonic got bored of listening to him talk and started kicking the bars of the cage. The metal clanging finally made Robotnik stop, obviously miffed at being interrupted; he curses Sonic out, warns him that he’ll be executed soon once Robotnik gets in contact with a good television station, and wanders off to continue on with his plans of evil.

Sonic sticks out his tongue as Robotnik walks away. For a few moments, he simply watches as Robotnik disappears; when he’s out of sight, however, Sonic springs into action.

He doesn’t spare a glance at Mighty and Ray, who watch as he turns into a spiky blue ball and starts launching himself at the bars. It takes a few hits before they begin to bend, and an idea strikes Mighty as he watches. “Hey, uh, Sonic, right?”

Sonic stops, eyes flicking towards Mighty and Ray. He appears surprised; perhaps he didn’t notice them while he and Robotnik were having a standoff. It’s not exactly surprising, considering Mighty and Ray were objectively pretty normal people; they’re used to being glossed over.

“Hi! I’m Ray! Nice to meet you, Sonic!” Ray says, cheerfully sticking his hand out for Sonic to shake. He peers at the hand, then back at Ray, before hesitantly giving him a low five. Ray and Mighty exchange a look. “We saw you on the news! You’re so cool, taking down an entire space station!”

Sonic tilts his head, then grins, bright, fangs flashing. He smooths his quills down and does a small bow. Mighty rolls his eyes at the antics while Ray eats it up, eyes glimmering. Ray had been so excited when they saw him on the news- “A real life superhero, Mighty! Just like in my comic books!”

“Want some help trying to escape?” Mighty asks. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sonic’s fangs seem sharper when he stares at Mighty, long and hard. He glances back at the metal bars, seems to contemplate Mighty’s offer, then glances over at Ray. His expression softens slightly, and he makes a show of looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist, tapping his foot.

“I’ve got super strength,” Mighty explains. “I can throw you really hard at the bars. Combined with your speed, I think that’ll help break the bars faster.”

Sonic perks at the word “faster” and taps his chin. Finally he nods, and sends him a sharp grin before jumping right towards him, curling into a tight ball and spinning. Mighty catches him, does a small twirl to gather momentum into the throw, and launches the hedgehog towards the bars.

They creak, bending a few inches. One more hit should take them out.

Sonic jumps back when the bars ricochet him, and he lands gracefully on his feet. Peering at the dent. He looks over at Mighty, and cracks another large smile. This one doesn’t feel quite as threatening, and Mighty gives him a small smile back. “One more hit should do it!”

Once again, Sonic launches himself at Mighty. He swings him like a bat, tossing the bundle of saws right at the cell. A loud snap echoes in the chamber, and the bars shatter, spraying the ground in metal hunks. Sonic stands outside their cell, brushing his quills, before he turns back around and sends them a charming smile.

Alarms suddenly begin to blare, the prison swathed in red lights. Sonic bristles, then reaches inside and grabs Mighty’s wrist, yanking him with more force than Mighty was expecting. Mighty grabs Ray’s hand, and Sonic takes off, dragging the two behind him before he lets go, spinning into a ball and crashes through the brick wall.

The sun makes Sonic’s fur glimmer, despite the dust having settled in. Sonic waves them out, and Mighty and Ray tentatively follow after him, basking slightly in the sunlight. They hadn’t been locked up for that long, but it still felt like forever.

“It’s a bit early to relax just yet!” Robotnik’s voice warns, an obnoxious laugh filling their ears. Sonic turns on his heels, searching for the source, but Robotnik is nowhere in sight. “I wonder, will you be able to escape from Eggman Island?”

The ground beneath them begins to rumble. Sonic, Mighty, and Ray exchange a look, before the ground suddenly crumbles beneath their feet. Hot water blasts them skyward. Mighty and Ray cling to each other as they go sailing through the air, shrieking as they’re launched on the other side of the island.

Sonic appears annoyed at the turn of events, landing gracefully on his two legs in a pose Mighty’s only seen action heroes from his movies do. Mighty and Ray, however, aren’t near as graceful. Mighty pulls Ray close and lands on his back, thankful for his hard shell. They go skidding for a few feet until they finally stop, Mighty and Ray just staying still for a moment, trying to get their breath back.

Sonic leers over them, his foot hesitantly prodding Mighty’s ribcage. Mighty coughs and Sonic jumps back. “Sorry, um, we’re good now!”

Ray tumbles off of Mighty, and they two stumble back to their feet. Mighty rubs his head, and finds Sonic watching them expectantly, tapping his foot. Mighty frowns, then snaps his finger. “Oh! Thanks for getting us out! I don’t think I would have been able to get out myself, to be honest.”

Sonic tilts his head, and Mighty frowns again. He didn’t want their gratitude?

His hand sweeps across the island. They were surrounded by lava on all sides, and Mighty falters, the sweltering heat making him sweat a bit as he takes in their surroundings. They were very lucky they managed to land on this platform…

“I think we’re still stuck,” Ray admits.

Sonic nods. He then points at the tower they had come from. He tilts his head, points at himself, then at the tower, then at them. Mighty frowns, trying to figure out what he wants. Ray’s eyes widen.

“Are you asking if we want to go with you to kick Eggman’s butt?” Ray asks, hands clasping together in a pleading hold, eyes big and shimmering with hope. “Can we? Can we?”

“What?” Mighty pushes Ray away from Sonic. “No way! We were almost executed! We just need to focus on getting out of here!”

Sonic appears almost disappointed by the answer. His eyes narrow, then he points back at the tower. He makes the shape of an egg with his hands, before making a circle. He then makes a motion of the circle blowing up. He then points back at the tower.

Mighty’s brows furrow, but Ray seems to have no trouble following him. Ray turns to face Mighty, that pleading look dialed up to a ten. “Mighty, he’s right! Eggman’s gonna destroy the world! We should help him!”

“We’re just normal people,” Mighty says, shaking his head. “Look, we don’t have your super speed. We don’t know how to fight. We can’t help you. And you destroyed that space station on your own! You don’t need our help.”

Sonic peers at him, puts his hands on his hips, and then turns his nose up. He starts to make a noise, mimicking the sound of a flickie, and even flaps his arms a bit. Mighty blinks at the sight, then crosses his arms. “Hey! Are you calling me a chicken? I’m just being realistic!”

Sonic moves closer. They’re in each other’s faces now, and Mighty can admit, he’s more than a little afraid. Sonic wasn’t someone to be crossed, even if he was supposedly on their side. He was dangerous, the government reported, and Mighty had seen the footage of him blowing up that Death Egg with his own bare hands.

He jams a finger in Mighty’s chest, then motions at the entire island. Then, he points at the tower, and then makes the planet-exploding motion again. He then points back at Mighty.

Ray purses his lips. “He’s got a point. People standing by is why Eggman’s always able to come back! No one's willing to stop him until it's too late!”

Sonic grins, snapping his fingers at Ray. Ray smiles, and Mighty crosses his arms, looking away. “You don’t need out help, though. Why bother?”

Sonic leers at him, and then shrugs amicably. Why not?

Despite all of the anxiety Mighty feels bubbling in his stomach, he finds himself unable to properly answer the question. Mighty and Ray probably won’t be able to get off this island by themself. Eggman totally trashed their sailboat when they were caught. And if Sonic does somehow fail, that means Eggman will take over the world.

And… he is right. People standing idly by is why Eggman keeps coming back. If Sonic fails, there’s no one else that will bother trying to take him down.

Mighty sighs, and nods. “Okay. Let’s just get this over with.”

Sonic pumps a fist in the air and Ray cheers. Mighty offers his hand to Sonic, who again peers at it contemplatively. Has the guy never shook hands with someone before? “Give me your hand.”

Sonic raises a brow, but curiosity seems to win out, so he hands his hand over, watching Mighty carefully. Mighty grabs his hand and shakes it, up and down, then lets it go. “My name’s Mighty, by the way. If we’re gonna die together, I figure we ought to know each other.”

Sonic peers thoughtfully at his hand, before nodding his head. Then, with a sharp toothed smile, he darts off the platform, jumping onto another piece of rock, right over the lava. Mighty peers uneasily at the lava beneath them, until Sonic comes racing back with even more speed.

He jumps right onto their platform, his weight and speed forcing the platform to lurch upwards, sending Mighty and Ray sailing once more. Mighty and Ray scream as they just barely miss being dunked into the pool of lava, and manage to hit a gravel area. Mighty pushes himself to his elbows, spitting out gravel while Sonic jumps right over them, grinning.

This is going to be a very long day.

#sonic the hedgehog #master emerald brothel #i figured this would be a fun warm up before i decide to work out a mighty impact fic....#anyway. segasonic. good fucking game.#fic posting

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theomnicode · 2 years

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Riddle Me This

Fubuki what the fuck are you even talking about?

Are you...

You are actually talking about 神覚者 Shinkakusha (God enlightened people) aren't you?

The deconstruction of the word 神覚者 Shinkakusha Kami 神 God shinkai 神界, "the world of the kami" Basically Divine Enlightened/Wise Person, with the divine part being Kami specifically.

Specifically, why Awakened Garou is called "awakened". So apparently Fubuki does think that God resides in Saitama.

How the fuck do you know this? You're legit talking in riddles here.

Riddle me this, the distinction between these two characters.

Er, One is man made esper and another is born?

One on the left is man made esper and another one on the right is born esper?

Uuuhm.

"ONE is Man made Esper" and "Another is Born."

"One man made esper is the on(ly) one left"

"Another born esper is the on(ly) right one?"

Question mark ???

One(1) and only one.

1LY. ILY = I love you.

(Cuz loveen langennut)

Heh. Hehehe...

Hehehehee.

Gotcha. Clever. That's very fucking clever. I knew it.

This writer is so good.

*slow clap*

Phrase originally used by the Riddler at the beggining of one of his riddles, asking the listener to explain the riddle. Now used as a challenge to someone to provide an answer to a question that has no apparent answer.

Manmade esper btw. The filth of humankind flushed down the toilet. Pure insanity.

This manga getting a bit too much self-aware for anybody else? Chars knowing information they should have no way of knowing and talking in riddles?

Saitama keeps getting bonked in the head with rocks like "dude, remember."

(Anybody else think Tsukuyomi and Tatsumaki hair look like Genos hair and Mob's ??? hair? :D)

#opm #one punch man #opm meta #opm spoilers #fubuki #saitama #riddle me this #riddler #opm manga panels #psykos #esper

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trulese · 10 months

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I actually go insane (in a good way) whenever you post. It makes me get all excited. It'll literally be 2 am and I'll see you've posted and boom I'm wide awake and looking at your post. I could be in the middle of class and I'll start spam liking everything like the silly billy I am 💖💕⭐

hehehe silly billy ur so sweet i am so cute im pretty sure i kno who this is it took me so long to type this im cruising hehehehee

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plaindangan · 2 years

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Non despair au

The warriors of hope start their first day of hopes peak academy (the high school devision) and Junko and Yasuke are dropping them off.

Yasuke sees how Nagisa and Monica act around eachother and has a brief flashback.

He then takes Nagisa by the shoulders, looks him dead in the eyes, points at Monica and says: "do not fuck your emotionally manipulative best friend ". Nagisa nods in embarrassment.

A few years later Yasuke receives a message from Nagisa saying: "I have failed you".

P.S Junko has been giving Monica tips on the perfect way to seduce Nagisa for years.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

It was like looking in a goddamned mirror back then. From how Nagisa went from his usual serious and mature self....to slowly caving as Monaca playfully lead him on or flirted with him. It heavily reminded him of the stress inducing path he took back when he attended. Thus, he tried to warn him. Tried to make him take heed. For as attractive as one might think their best friend would be - "Nothing is worth the fucking headache, got it?" Yasuke said curtly, watching as the blue haired teenager sighed and gave a nod back before joining his other companions. Nagisa has a good head on his shoulders. That's what he thought. There was no way he would ignore his adv-

Aaaaand as soon as Yasuke got their wedding invite and apology note, did he look exasperated to Hell and back. With both Junko and Yasuke meeting the couple at their house to catch up on old times, Yasuke used the girls making their way outside to finally ask: "What the Hell happened!?"

The intellectual man across from him blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm....I'm sorry. She was just...so...so...earnest and persistent with her affection."

A palm met Yasuke's face. Yeah....he figured as much. "Aaaand this was after she showed you just how much of a damn crazy she was, right?"

"...Unfortunately..." Nagisa hung his head in a degree of shame, whilst Yasuke patted him on the back.

Welcome to the Crazy Girl Lover's Club! Population: 2 guys with lack of self-preservation or care for sanity.

Outside of Monaca's home, both Junko and Monaca were chatting happily about the success of Monaca bagging Nagisa as a hubby!~

'It's all thanks to you, Big Sis!~ Your ways of seduction really paid off!~" complimented Monaca, to which Junko smiled proudly.

"As if I could let one of my dear, sweet, 'little sister' go about life without the tools for bagging a man!~ You really took those lessons to heart!~"

If Monaca was a threat to someone just by herself, then Junko backing her up might as well have been a done deal. The girl had taken after her role model pretty heavily in both demeanor, intelligence and, well, flirtation techniques.

From slow subtle moves like shortening her skirt to increase the chance of the wind blowing it up while she walked in front of him, to happily snuggling the scholarly man, with her cleavage exposed from her dress shirt ever so openly.

That isn't even getting into when she was trying to be forward. From whispering sweet, dirty, talk in his ear one day to asking if he'd like to give Monaca some good ol' punishment for being so 'naughty'. All of this culminating on a Valentine's Day when the sight of his lover in green lingerie in his bedroom finally broke him down and eagerly embraced her!~

"Puhuhuhuhu!~" "Hehehehee!~"

They played a nice game...but against two super geniuses, there could only be room for one true victor in the game of love!~

#DRenoshima-R18 #DRmatsuda-R18 #DRagedwarrior-R18 #smutcommintary asks

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