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[esmorningstar]

I am so much more than what you made me.

[minmiami]

welcome to your new pearl ⭐️

[xxsabitoxx]

Tutoring Session

College Math Tutor Sanemi x Female College Student Reader

Warnings: raw sex, edging, praising, hair pulling, creampies

A/N: hit me like a freight train, I’ve been dying to write this idea for literal months and I just couldn’t figure out who to write it about… obviously Sanemi was the clear choice. I blame @peachdues tbh

WORD COUNT: 2.5k | NOT MY ART!! Credit to the artist!! if anyone knows them please let me know so I can properly credit them!

"There you go, that's right." Sanemi smiled as you solved the equation correctly, watching your hands tremble as you wrote the numbers. "Took you long enough, sweetheart." He added as you whined, the grip he had on your hair was the only thing really keeping your head from falling forward in frustration. "Let's try the next one."

All the while, the dull head of cock was gliding between slick folds. This was his idea of tutoring you, tormenting you with the promise of shoving his cock inside of you, but only after you finished your work. Sanemi had you stuck, literally and figuratively at this point.

Your knees were aching from where they were digging into the hardwood flooring of his apartment, and your body bent over his coffee table with all your math equations spread out before you. Nothing was on either of you from the waist down, Sanemi's knees keeping your legs from squeezing shut in protest."How would you solve this equation, sweetheart. Show me."

You let out a shrill whine as he caught on your entrance for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. You were soaking wet and he hadn't so much as pressed into you. Your hands trembled as you lifted your pencil again, reading over the numbers and letters with blurry vision as you tried to recall the first step.

One squeeze from his hand on your waist and you were focusing again, pushing the pencil to the paper as you wrote out your first line. Sanemi hummed in approval, pumping his cock slowly before sliding his leaking tip between your drenched folds.

If you got this one right, he'd get inside of you, you'd have to work through the rest as his hips slowly rocked in and out of you. It was his favorite part of tutoring you, he could edge you for hours on end but it didn’t compare to the warmth your cunt enveloped him in once he pushed inside. It was addicting, he’d never stop tutoring you just for this reason. 

“You have to carry that one over, remember?” he hummed as he looked over your shoulder, watching your handwriting get increasingly sloppier as you erased your first mistake. Sanemi’s eyes glanced over the other sheets of paper, you had started off so strong, then you could see exactly when he got you into this position, the shakiness of your hand was present. 

“You better hurry, it's getting harder to not push right in.” He grinned, tugging your hair just a little harder as you whimpered. The head of his cock had caught on your entrance again, but this time he kept it in place. He could feel you constricting, clenching around nothing at all and begging to suck him into the wet warmth of your sex. “S-Sanemi… sir please…” 

Your voice came out in a broken hiccup, making his cock twitch in interest as you moved down the line of your equation. “You know the rules, sweetheart. You don’t get my cock until I’m satisfied with the amount of work you successfully completed.” His knees were aching too, but he could withstand it just to see you struggle. Your hair was soft in his grasp, but the mewls you made were even softer when he tugged on the strands. 

You felt tears burning your eyes, frustration towards math mixing with the frustration of not being able to alleviate the ache between your sticky thighs. Within an hour of his tutoring, Sanemi had rendered you to an embarrassing, sticky mess. Your slick was covering his thighs as well as his pubic bone, and of course his cock. “Carry that one.” 

Shakily, you erased, whining as you corrected your mistake. “Don’t move your hips or I’ll return to grinding my cock against you.” You stilled, you hadn’t even realized you were trying to force your hips back on his length. “I’m…mmm I’m s-sorry sir.” You hiccupped, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit at this point, and it was driving you insane.  “Don’t apologize, solve the problem.” 

You focused to the best of your abilities again, tears leaking down your cheeks and spotting the paper below you as the pressure built. Between the ache between your legs and the pressure of his dull cock head pressing into your awaiting entrance, you were certain you would crack under his gaze. You could feel it burning just over your shoulder, certain it was accompanied by rosy cheeks and fucked out eyes, making even swollen lips from where he chewed them. 

Your entire body jerked forward, head nearly falling forward along with it before Sanemi tugged again. “Keep your mind out of the gutter, sweetheart.” Your face was burning, he was one to talk considering the position he had you in right now.

“You are two lines away from getting my cock shoved in you, I’d smarten up and focus.” Your heart lurched, the promise in his tone was undeniable. Solve this equation and you’d get what you wanted. 

You scribbled the next line, earning a hum of approval from Sanemi as you moved to piece everything together and solve the equation. You waited with bated breath, looking everything over to confirm you were correct before shakily writing your answer.

After a beat of silence, Sanemi thrusted his hips forward, plunging his cock deep into your cunt. A loud cry of his name left your lips followed by a string of curses. The sting of being stretched so suddenly had you shivering, your pencil dropping from your hand as you tried to ground yourself. 

“Atta girl, you take me so–ha–so good.” Your cunt was fluttering around him, your hips trying to pull away just enough to ease the pressure on your cervix. The room was filled with your breathing before Sanemi finally panted “next”. You wanted to cry, frustrated and in need of relief and yet you were being forced to start your next round equations. “S-sanemi please…” 

“You heard me, sweetheart. Start the next problem.” He had regained a little bit of composure, pressing his hips flush against your own as he maneuvered his body lower. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as his front met your back, and yet again you were trying to run away from the one thing you had been begging for. “Turn the page over, we have four more to do.” His breath was hot against your ear, causing your body to involuntary shudder in response. 

You did as you were told, inhaling deeply as he returned to his original position. Once the paper was flipped and your pencil was back in your hand, Sanemi let go of the grip he had on your hair so both hands could hold your waist. He didn’t care if you struggled now, if anything he wanted to see you visibly falling apart.

You started slowly, moaning softly as Sanemi pulled out half way before slamming into you again. This paper would be a damn mess by the time you were done. That was Sanemi’s intention, after all, he liked to keep your ruined sheets of math as a reward once he was done. Your body shook with the force of his hips slamming into your own, the pencil dragging across the paper in sloppy mess as you began solving the next equation. 

“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck fuck…” You cried, pencil nearly ripping the paper as Sanemi’s hips rolled perfectly into you. The bulbous head of his cock grazed that one particular spot perfectly, making your back arch in response to the sensation. “Focus.” But his tone was hoarse, weak even as your slick arousal began to collect around the base of his cock. It's not like he could even focus on the math, eyes zeroing in on where your cunt sucked him in. 

“Solve this one right and I’ll fill you up, you’d love that wouldn’t ya?” You nodded, blabbering out a yes as your hand shakily wrote two more numbers in the first line of the problem. You weren’t going to get that far, but you’d damn near try your hardest. Sanemi’s hips were picking up their pace, falling into a brutal rhythm that was making it hard for you to properly see the numbers on your paper. The coffee table was creaking in protest with each snap of his hips. 

It was dizzying, feeling him split you open over and over as your velvety walls tried to clamp down and slow his speed. You were soaking wet, a warm gush of your arousal causing slick squelching noises to fill the small living room. “Finish the first line, sweetheart.” He could feel the sweat beading down his temple, as much as he loved to tease you, your cunt was almost too overwhelming for him.

He could fight off his inevitable release for a little while, but at the pace in which you were writing the problem out, he was certain he’d lose the battle. You were shaking as you finished the first line, eyes blurry as you tried to move the equation through your mind. You were too far gone already, cheeks burning hot as drool slipped past your parted lips. You could feel the embarrassment pushing you down, head falling forward now that Sanemi didn’t have a fistful of your hair to keep you upright. 

“C’mon, Sweet–ha–heart fucking finish the problem.'' The last half came out in a low and desperate tone, you could feel Sanemi’s cock twitching violently as it embedded itself in your velvety heat. “I-I’m trying…” you pleaded softly, tears flowing freely as you lifted your head. “I.. you’re too rough… oh fuck sir, don't stop.” you mewled, back arching as your hips shot back to meet his thrusts. Sanemi couldn’t say no to that, not when you were suffocating him. 

“Finish.” he restated, nails digging into the plush skin of your hips as his brows creased. He would have to pound some fucking sense into you… or maybe himself. Your pencil was scraping against the paper again as you worked through the equation, at this point Sanemi didn’t even care if you fucked it up and got the answer wrong, he just wanted to see a final result. 

Though, that suddenly wasn’t enough for him anymore.

A spike of arousal had one hand leaving your hips just to sneak around your front and find your clit. A sharp gasp tore from your mouth as white hot pleasure blurred your vision once more. Your neglected clit was far too sensitive for the immediate fast and rough circles Sanemi’s fingers were giving you. That and the fact that his hands were calloused, rougher than your own and creating more friction than you ever could.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna…” you choked on your own words, the pencil led snapping as the heat in your abdomen grew hotter. Your release was sneaking up on you thanks to the addition of his fingers. “You’re already gonna cum?” Sanemi’s tone was mocking, as if his own cock wasn’t swelling with his own impending release. You let out a garbled response that sounded somewhat similar to a “yes”, no longer able to write now that your pencil had broken. 

Sanemi noticed, of course, his ego inflating like a balloon as he looked at the ruined paper and the ruined pencil. “You’re lucky that didn’t…” he inhaled, jaw clenching as he tried to stave off his release for a little longer. “You’re lucky you didn’t snap the whole pencil.” You just shook your head, cheek turning to press against the paper covered table. Your hands twitched as they found the edge, grabbing on tightly to try and ground yourself once more. 

“Don’t hold out on me, sweetheart… you’ll still get my cum for trying.” A loud whimper followed his promise, no longer able to control the noises you made as Sanemi’s hips continued to piston into your sopping cunt. It hit you then, your orgasm just barely teetering over the edge as you babbled out a jumble of curses and pleas to stop. Not that you actually wanted him too, Sanemi had learned that your cries only meant you were getting overwhelmed in the best way possible. 

“Come for me, sweetheart. Ruin me.” 

You could feel the cord snap, your orgasm washing over you as his hips and fingers never faltered. You were positive you moaned his name a little louder than you wanted to, unable to help it as your ears rang from the intensity. Sanemi’s teeth sunk into his lower lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. Your cunt was quivering around him, suffocatingly tight as a warm gush of your arousal dripped down your thighs. The sight was unbearably hot, and just enough to push him over the edge with you. 

You shivered as he came, spraying your walls with his sticky release. “Oh fuck.” It was just barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Sanemi was tense, too tense to acknowledge the marks he was leaving on your hips as his nails dug into your skin. It wasn’t until his hips came to a stuttering halt, burying deep inside your cunt that he was able to suck air into his lungs again and loosen his grip. “Y-you okay?” 

You hummed, too tired to lift yourself off of the table. “Words, sweetheart.” Sanemi was never content with your little noises after the fact. He needed the verbal affirmation that you were okay and he wasn’t too rough. “...’m good.” You heard him exhale through his nose, something similar to a humorless laugh. “C’mon, let me clean you up.” the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of you made you both shiver, his sticky release following. 

He watched your hips squirm, you were never fond of the feeling. “Sorry, sweetheart.” but again, you mumbled out an “...’s okay”. He had worn you out, there was no way he would be able to finish your lesson tonight. “How about a shower instead of a rag?” His fingers were running along your slick thighs as he spoke, carefully dragging your mixing arousal back up to your entrance and using two fingers to shove it back inside.

“You’ll have tah carry me.” you mumbled, pushing yourself up halfheartedly, your cheeks stained with drying tears. “Fine by me, it’s the least I can do.” Sanemi smiled, carefully moving to pull you into a sitting position and get your weight off of your bruising knees. “You wouldn’t mind if I stayed the night, would ya?” You nearly collapsed into him, turning weakly into his embrace so he could get you both off the ground. 

“You’re always welcome, Sanemi. I still have some of your clothes in my dresser.” He chuckled at that, hauling you up bridal style as he made his way towards your bathroom “I might as well move in at this point, hmm?” this time you were the one starting to laugh. “You practically live here already, Sanemi. Why don’t we make it official?” If he knew it would have been that easy, he would have made the comment weeks ago. “I’d like that.” 

[livelaughlovesubs]

I have a small request which you can totally ignore if yous wants but-

Imagine Poe (bsd) feeling he isn't good enough and making a self-deprecating comment and reader fucking him while making him say (or until he says) he's worth it 💖

Ohhhh, that’s kinda sweet~ I like it heh

Dom!reader x sub!poe

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), praise kink, overstimulation, marking, fucked dumb

“Who’s my good boy? Who’s doing such a good job right now?”

There was only one right answer. It was him. Of course it was your dear partner. He’s been obeying you so nicely, bouncing up and down on top of you without taking a break. His back was facing you, giving you a nice view of his ass, as well as how your dick gets hurried inside him each time he slumps back into your lap. These shaking hands grabbed yours, making you hold onto his waist harder and leaving bruises behind.

You leaned against him, lips hovering above his neck as your hot breath tickled his skin. A shiver ran down his spine when you whispered something again, “answer me, pretty boy.” That’s what you said, but you wouldn’t give him time to speak and think! Relentlessly pounding him while kissing and sucking on his back, painting his body with marks and hickeys. Who would under such circumstances be able to speak properly? All he could let out were soft sobs paired with high-pitched whimpers. Back arched away from you, hands bawled into fists as he slams himself against your crotch.

His hair was a messy nest, flying around and obstructing his view, not that he could have registered anything anyway since he was only focused on the stretching feeling inside him. Every time he slows down for what reason ever, you’d run your hip upwards to meet his, hitting his prostate with such pinpoint accuracy that it makes him see stars. Electricity would course through his body like huge waves of pleasure, rendering him unable to even form a single coherent word. One of poe’s hands was wrapped around his dick to jerk himself off. But poor baby has been too distracted by the feeling of getting fucked dumb, so much that he forgot to move his hand. Now only holding it like it’s some kind of broken decoration that’s leaking its filth everywhere.

Really, everywhere. His precum spread to the sheets, his thighs, and even his belly. Now everything became sticky because of him. What a naughty boy he was, creating such a chaos. When Poe still didn’t muster enough energy to answer your questions, you squeezed down on his hips, getting a better grip before forcing him up and down your cock in a rough pace. “Hu- ah..aAAHHhHNHgG wait- y/n..!! Too much oh <3 too much!” He’d complain, but due to the moans it doesn’t sound very convincing. Watching his muscles tighten as more tears roll down his body, along with droplets of sweat. His rosy cheeks were so adorable, his body too, so perfect for you. A perfect little toy for you to adore.

Once again you groaned into his ear, “tell me, Poe, who’s my good boy?” After you finished your sentence, you noticed how his rim clenched down on you, holding onto you without wanting to let go. “Mhmm..! I- I…” he tried to answer you, he really did, yet whenever he opens his mouth only more whines would spill out. “Go on baby, take your time.” You smirked at him, a comforting smile that told him everything will be alright. Poe closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts, but it backfired and made him focus only on the way you stretched his walls. God it was heavenly, it was ecstasy he never experienced before. Whenever you just meekly brushed against his sweet spot, he’d mewl and squeak like a little slut.

This is no good, he was close, he had to answer you or else he might receive a punishment. Why do you want him to praise himself anyway? It’s so embarrassing! When you once again drove your dick deep inside him, hitting spots he never knew existed, he lost all energy and slumped back against your chest. A melting expression on his face as drool dripped down his chin, body sore from all the overstimulation already. His legs twitched around as a poor attempt to balance out the pleasure he received. He was exhausted, he couldn’t keep going anymore, all he did in that moment was giving himself to you completely, letting you use him like a toy.

“This won’t do, you have to speak, pretty boy.” You reminded him, while clasping one hand over his, the one pathetically trying to play with his own member. “Uhh.. it feels ah, hNng too good.” He gave out, barely able to register the meaning of your words. “Hmm, but you can speak right? Need me to repeat my question?” Even now you didn’t give up, fucking his brains out while giving him orders. “Hic, hmm… m-me… ah, I’m your go- uhHnn good boy..<3” Poe answered eventually, after that his tongue stuck out and his eyes rolled back. As if you milking his prostate wasn’t enough, you were forcing his hand to pump his length up and down now as well! He was going to break at this point!

“Good job, that’s right, you are my loveliest good boy, so be proud of it alright?” You said, before pointing into him faster and harder as a reward. “AhhHHHHh!! OohhH! Too much- too deep!!! Y/n HngHh, too fasttt!!” Aww, he’s crying about how he can’t handle this again, such an adorable thing. Since he’s encouraging you so feverishly, you had to respond to his pleads, right? Grinning from ear as to ear as you mumbled, “Shh, don’t worry, you won’t break that quick, I want to make this moment last.”

[p0orbaby]

sick lessi fic 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ clingy gf

taking care of that cutie

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Alessia is splayed across your sofa like an artist’s rendering of human misery. Her hoodie—an oversized navy monstrosity with a faint Arsenal logo she swore she didn’t steal from Leah—clings to her like damp moss. The grey sweatpants are worse. They’re not hers, nor are they yours. They came from the pile of clothes you were supposed to donate three years ago but never did because you thought you might need them someday. This is the day. You resent the foresight.

She’s been coughing sporadically for the past fifteen minutes, which is to say, coughing exactly every 47 seconds. You know because you’ve been counting. Alessia calls it “a tickly throat.” You call it self-inflicted.

“Stop licking your lips. You’ll make them worse,” you say, watching her smear yet another layer of cherry ChapStick over the crime scene that is her mouth.

“I have to,” she whines, drawing out the words like a five-year-old begging for a toy. Her voice is raw, a strange mix of gravel and helium.

“You don’t. You really, really don’t”

She ignores you, opting instead to roll onto her stomach in a manner that could only be described as unnecessarily dramatic. Her head flops onto the throw pillow you bought at a John Lewis clearance sale. The tag is still attached.

“I think I’m dying,” she declares, muffled by the pillow.

“You’re not dying, Less. You’ve got a runny nose and a bad attitude” you deadpan, sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of her, a bowl of soup balanced precariously on your knee. It’s the tin stuff—Heinz, chicken, condensed. She hates it. It’s why you made it.

“It’s the flu,” she says. “I Googled it”

“You can’t even spell ‘flu’ properly when you text”

“That’s because I was using my thumbs.”

“You always use your thumbs.”

“Rude.” She huffs, tugging the blanket tighter around her. It’s your favourite one, the soft grey one you bought when you first moved in together. Now it smells faintly of menthol rub and despair.

“You know, my mum used to make me this lemon and ginger tea with honey when I was sick,” she says suddenly, wistful, like she’s narrating a nature documentary.

“I’m not your mum”

“She also used to rub Vicks on my chest,” she continues, undeterred.

“Still not your mum”

There’s a pause, her blue eyes narrowing at you. “You’re actually a terrible girlfriend”

“Debatable”

She sneezes. A full-body event. You flinch, watching in real-time as her face contorts, her nose scrunching, her eyes shutting like a malfunctioning robot. The sound is seismic. You wonder if the neighbours heard it.

“Bless me,” she says automatically.

“No”

She sniffles pathetically, then gestures weakly towards the coffee table. “Can you hand me a tissue?”

You glance at the tissue box—one metre away from her outstretched hand. “No. Work for it”

Her lips twitch, the faintest flicker of a smile, but it vanishes as she rolls onto her side. “Why are you like this?”

You shrug, finishing the last spoonful of her soup. It’s cold now, congealed in a way that makes you feel vaguely ill. You wonder if this is what marriage will look like—fighting over tissues, stealing each other’s soup, and coexisting in a quiet ballet of passive-aggressive care.

As you scrape the bowl clean, Alessia shifts again, her head now hanging off the side of the sofa like some deranged bat.

“You’re so lucky I love you”

I know,” you reply, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. She’s warm—not feverish, just Alessia warm.

For a moment, there’s quiet. She shifts again, her head now resting on the arm of the sofa, her eyes fluttering shut. You stand to pull the blanket up higher around her shoulders and tuck it in gently.

And just before you leave the room, she murmurs, soft and sleepy, “Love you”

You smile to yourself, the words lingering in the air like a balm. “Love you too, Less”

[darqx]

HEEEY MACARENA (ALRIGHT!)

Here's some long overdue BP and HH asks :) I tend to combine the two since there's not as many as the RADs, so this starts with BP and then moves into HH/Gen qs.

BP

MUAH ~ (I actually doodled this some time last year for fun and whimsy, based on those long mouth kiss meme pics XD)

A very quick overview of these types!

Vescordem: Maneaters/cannibals, excessively tall and strong.

Aleores: Minor dealmakers (goods and services). Jaw can unhinge and has venomous bite.

Sollicio: Major dealmakers - soul stealing ability. Often very good looking, has ichor powers.

Voxter: Ability to project 'thoughts' into someone else's mind - you ever have an intrusive thought? Same concept. All have a unique mark across the top part of their face.

Caumacies: Maneaters/cannibals, very strong. Has a third eye which sees only in heat vision - rarely opened simultaneously with normal eyes.

Hmm M or MA15 i think 🤔

You know, i actually have an idea for a game that has nothing to do with anything I'm currently doing XD One day i'll actually have time to make it, maybe. But anyway currently my actual project is i'm planning on making a comic \o/

I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE that i have thumbnailed like 70 pages of this bloody thing and i'm still only in the first quarter of the planned chapters lol OTL Once i finish thumbing the chapter I'm on I plan to go back and render the pages properly before starting to post them :D

...which should hopefully give me a buffer as i repeat the process for the next chapters |D

You know, the concept of my characs being comfort characs for someone will never get old for me. It just tickles me pink ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This answer will have two levels to it.

It's fine to RP or ask blog with Rire - he's one of my more "known" characs thanks to BTD so as long as credit is given (and it's made clear I'm not running the blog so it's not canon) then it's cool.

I'd prefer if no ask/RP blogs are created for any of my other BP or HH characs, as they are not as known yet. This may be revisited once i actually get the BP comic out but for now it's a no, sorry! (Though, if you are RPing in like...a private Discord with other friends who know who the characs are then I'm a bit more lenient with that.)

The reason for the BP/HH level is that ages ago when I had started establishing my own characs more, I randomly happened to find a forum where someone was RPing as Izm and .D but no one else knew who the characs were and so they clearly thought the RPer was the original artist and creator. Said RPer was not dissuading anyone of that notion. That has stuck with me for forever because at the time i never anticipated that someone would...actually try and do that with an OC. Like, bro srsly?!

One pet peeve for everyone:

.D: Willfully stupid people

Izm: .D smoking. He could care less if anyone else smokes but .D is not allowed on his watch

Marcus: Having decisions made for him without his input

Zeke: "How's the weather up there?"

Wei Ren: When people think he can't understand English cos he has an accent and so they deliberately speak slower and louder

Geez Caleb why are you damn RUDE

Here's one i prepared earlier! 😌

I'm not sure why you included Marcus as a demon, he's a human lol.

HH/More Gen

There are clubs which are created by students but need approval from the adults to exist.

HH is one of the better boarding schools which generally turn out successful alumni. The "obvious problems" we see are not actually obvious lol.

He doesn't need such manipulations.

Thanks! I hope you are inspired to go forth and create stuff! :D

One of the only perks of being a prefect at HH, really :d

Absolutely not lol

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4. These types of qs are always amusing to me only because you guys expect me to know but i absolutely do not XDD. Do normal people actually have a fave animal?? I dont even have a fave animal!! Anyway offshoot aside sorry that i can't even randomly assign anything, but if you are interested here is what they might be AS animals lol.

They actually don't have names because they were randomly designed NPCs i drew as like, placeholders |D;

Not including Rire or Nurse Isla:

.D is asexual, Izm is bisexual, and everyone else is straight probably. Caleb and Desmond are violently straight (as in Des is like very 90s stoner bro adamantly vocal about being straight and Caleb will actually try and break your neck for insinuating anything).

I have some female characs but I dont draw them that often as they are more side characs in BP and HH. The ones ive's drawn at least once are Isla (who looks like this, also doodled above), Tish (Des's sister) and Kenzie and Kelly (Zeke's sisters).

Every once in a blue moon i get an ask saying this but whenever i go to check nothing is wrong, so...nothing is wrong they do work |D; As the age old tech saying goes have you tried turning it off and on again? :d

Aren't those kind of things supposed to be...based on yourself??

[orphicreveries]

hi! it would be awesome if you could do henry x fem!reader (or gn, idk) where henry is just…feral. you know? unable to control it. i like to believe he’s never really been one for sex, so he’s just so pent up, you know?

I LOVE THIS, it’s even hotter ESPECIALLY because he’s never really felt the need to be sexually active.

It had been raining all afternoon.

The kind of ceaseless, delicate rain that felt more like a nuisance than a storm. It dappled the windows of Henry’s apartment like ink, rendered the entire room damp and shadowed. You were both supposed to be translating something, Catullus, maybe, or something worse, but you hadn’t turned a page in over an hour.

Henry sat across from you, glasses off, legs crossed, eyes fixed on the floor like he was calculating something. A pallid statue of control. He hadn’t spoken in twenty minutes.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said, teasing, eyes drifting over him with lazy interest. “Must be a truly devastating poem.”

He didn’t respond. Not at first. Just blinked slowly, like he’d been roused from somewhere far away.

When he looked at you, really looked, it wasn’t with curiosity, or even annoyance. It was hunger.

Not vulgar. Not even particularly physical.

“I can’t focus when you’re in the room,” he said.

You blinked.

He wasn’t smiling (he never smiles). He wasn’t joking.

“You—what?”

He took his glasses in one hand, folded them shut. “You distract me. Thoroughly. And I resent you for it.”

You laughed, uncertain, flustered. “You’re bluffing.”

“I’m not.” A pause. “I’ve tried everything. Cold showers. Longer walks. Reading the Metaphysics from start to finish. None of it works. I think I may be…” He trailed off, rubbed a hand down the side of his face. “Jesus.”

You stared.

“I think I may be on the verge of doing something terribly out of character,” he said finally, almost dreamily. “And I’d rather you not look surprised when I do.”

And before you could form a thought, before you could so much as breathe, he was on you.

Not like in a film. Not graceful or slick. There was a kind of barely-suppressed fury in it, like he’d been holding himself still for so long the moment he moved, he shattered.

His mouth on yours was hard, desperate. His hands clutched your waist like you might vanish. He kissed like he’d never done it before. Or at least never done it right. You kissed back with a gasp, fingers fisting in the fabric of his shirt, and that—that, drove him mad.

He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, panting, his voice low and cracked: “Can I touch you?”

You nod, still in a daze from his lips on yours.

And then he was dragging you back onto the couch with him, his long limbs tangled in yours, his hands pushing your skirt up around your hips like the fabric offended him, like it had personally mocked him for months.

He got your underwear off somehow, he didn’t even look down. Just shoved them aside and slid two fingers into you with the kind of reverent care that nearly broke your spine.

You whimpered. And that—that was it.

Henry groaned, full-bodied, like you’d knocked the breath from his lungs. He started moving his fingers like he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop, couldn’t even breathe properly with how wet you were, how tight you clenched around him. He kissed your neck, your cheek, your mouth, half-formed murmurs breaking between each gasp.

When you came, sharp and hot around his fingers, he shuddered. Swore softly. And without a word, he reached down, undid his belt, and pushed himself into you with a breathless, strangled “Gods forgive me.”

It was fast. Filthy. Utterly ruinous.

He muttered something against your throat and came so hard it seemed to hollow him out.

Afterward, he collapsed against you, drenched in sweat, breathing hard.

“Christ,” you muttered.

Henry didn’t move.

“…Feel better?” you asked eventually, voice dry.

He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan.

“No,” he said. “Not even remotely.”

It should have ended there. It should have, he’d gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? Release, satisfaction, the edge filed off whatever aching obsession had haunted him for weeks.

But it didn’t feel like enough.

Not even close.

You were still beneath him, flushed and damp, heart racing, your lips parted in a dazed little breath. And when you shifted, just a little, he felt himself twitch, still hard. Still wanting.

Still starving.

“…Henry,” you breathed, but didn’t say more. You didn’t have to. The look in his eyes said everything. That quiet, stunned want now made obvious. That perfect, terrible desperation.

He kissed you again, slower this time. Not frantic. Not frenzied. Just deep, like he meant to pour all of it into you.

When he pulled back, his voice was wrecked.

“I didn’t think it would feel like that.”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide.

“I thought it would be messy. Embarrassing. Fast. But—” He swallowed, brushed his fingers over your temple like he was reading you. “You’re so soft. So warm. I can’t stop thinking about it. About the way you wrapped around me like you were made for it. Like I could stay inside you and never leave.”

Your breath hitched.

He kissed your throat, your shoulder, your wrist. Reverent. Methodical.

“Will you let me do it again?” he asked, quiet, shaking. “Properly this time.”

And he did.

He lifts himself off of you and stares at the sight before him.

Not just looking, memorising. His hands dragged down your ribs, your hips, over the curve of your thighs. You felt him hard again, hot against your stomach, leaking slightly, but he didn’t rush. He just kissed you, your mouth, your chest, between your legs, until you were arching under him and begging without even meaning to.

Then, finally, he slid back into you, so slowly it made you cry out. He hissed through his teeth, nearly buckling.

“Gods. You feel—” He groaned. “I’ll never forgive myself. I’ll never—this is madness.”

He fucked you like he wanted to sink into your bones. Deep. Controlled. Filthy in a way that felt almost holy. Your legs wrapped around him, nails raking down his back, and Henry, usually silent, cold, unreadable, was whispering.

Praise, poetry, sweet ruined things like: “I want to live inside you.”

“Look how wet you are for me, how greedy—”

You came with a broken moan, legs shaking, tears pricking at your eyes. And Henry? Henry didn’t stop.

He just kept moving inside you, slower now, gentler. And when he came, it was with his head thrown back, groaning like the thought of being separate from you physically was unbearable.

After, you lay tangled together on his couch, the air thick with the smell of sex and rain and old books. His breath was still unsteady. He looked ruined.

“…Better now?” you teased again, voice barely above a whisper.

He laughed, low, rough, and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“No,” he murmured. “Now I want you again.”

[reijisteacup]

(To subaru) "PLS FUCK ME🙏"

Subaru Sakamaki Headcanon Alphabet

NSFW Headcanon Alphabet

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Subaru doesn’t know how to do aftercare properly at first, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care—he really does. The moment things wind down, he’s fighting the urge to bolt from the room just from how vulnerable it makes him feel, but instead, he awkwardly pulls you into his chest, mumbling curses under his breath about how “it’s not like I wanted to cuddle or anything.” He’s surprisingly gentle when tending to bruises or bite marks, touching your skin like it might shatter. Eventually, he gets the hang of more attentive care: wiping you down with a warm towel, gruffly offering water, or insisting you “don’t move” while he fetches something. And while he’ll never say it, holding you afterward is one of his favorite things. Your steady breathing reassures him in ways he’ll never admit aloud.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their partner) On you, he’s obsessed with your neck. Maybe it’s cliché for a vampire, but something about the intimacy of biting into it, leaving visible marks, or just resting his hand there makes him feel connected and possessive in the rawest way. He’s also got a thing for your eyes—especially when they’re hazy and unfocused because of him.

On himself, it’s hard for Subaru to see his body in any positive light, but if pressed, he might admit he thinks his hands are decent. They’re rough, calloused from years of punching stone walls, but the way you react when he uses them on you might’ve convinced him they’re good for something.

C - Cum (where they like to cum) Subaru’s a sucker for intimacy, even if he pretends otherwise. He prefers to cum inside—your mouth, your pussy, anywhere that feels personal. He doesn't like making a mess unless it's one that means something. When he finishes inside you, he watches with this unreadable stare, like he’s trying to burn the sight into memory. Bonus if you’re shaking and breathless from it—he’ll press his forehead against yours, whispering “mine” low and reverently.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret they have) He has a serious degradation kink—but only when it’s paired with praise. He doesn’t feel worthy of softness, so he gets off on you calling him a monster or saying he’s rough or dangerous, only to follow it with something like “but I still love you” or “only you can make me feel this good.” It makes him spiral. Also? He likes the idea of being tied down and rendered powerless, but he would die before telling you that out loud.

E - Experience (what experience do they have) Subaru isn’t a virgin, but he hasn’t been with many people. His experiences are few and scattered—impulsive moments with women who didn't want more than just a night. Emotional intimacy was always too risky for him. So while he knows the basics, everything he learns about your body is through instinct and obsession. Once he gets comfortable, he becomes hyper-focused on what makes you tick. Expect a fast learner with a lot of pent-up frustration to let out.

F - Favorite Position (what position they like) Subaru loves any position where he can feel skin-on-skin contact and look you in the eye. Missionary with your legs hooked over his shoulders is a go-to—he can thrust deep, see your every expression, and whisper all the filthy, possessive thoughts running through his head. He’s also a fan of spooning, especially for slower, more emotionally charged sessions. It makes him feel closer and more protective.

G - Goofy (how goofy they are during the act) He wants to be serious, but his inexperience sometimes makes him clumsy. If something awkward happens, he’ll get super flustered and bark out a “shut up!” if you laugh. That said, once he’s emotionally secure with you, he softens and might roll his eyes or nudge your shoulder if you tease him. He’s not goofy per se, but he does loosen up the more you love him.

H - Hair (are they well groomed?) Subaru keeps things tidy. He doesn’t obsess over grooming, but he doesn’t like feeling gross, so he keeps himself neatly trimmed. It’s more about hygiene than vanity for him. He doesn't mind if you’re completely bare or natural—he just likes you, however you are.

I - Intimacy (Are they affectionate during these moments?) When he lets his walls down, Subaru is incredibly affectionate during sex—but only if he truly loves you. Expect soft kisses between rough thrusts, hands that tremble as they explore you, and growled-out confessions of how much he needs you. In the beginning, it’s hard for him to express himself, but once trust is built, he uses sex as a way to show everything he can’t say with words. Every touch says: don’t leave me. He whispers in your hair, and I see Subaru as a gentle dom honestly with a little bit of edge.

J - Jack off (Masturbation) He does it—but rarely. Usually when the need becomes unbearable and he’s angry or frustrated. But once you’re together? You are his outlet. If he does touch himself, it’s always while imagining your voice or the way you moan his name. He’d be so embarrassed if you ever caught him though, growling at you to “get out” even though his cock twitches at the idea of you staying.

K - Kink (what are they into) Subaru’s kinks revolve around control and vulnerability. He likes biting (obviously), power dynamics, light bondage (especially when you restrain him), praise and degradation, and rough sex that borders on desperate. He also likes overstimulation—especially making you cum over and over until you’re whimpering for him to stop. Not out of cruelty, but because he wants to be the one to undo you. Saying things like, "Thats it, keep going pretty girl"

L - Location (where they would like it) Subaru is private to a fault. Bedroom, locked doors, no interruptions—that’s his ideal setting. But if the mood hits him hard enough? He’s had you up against a wall in a shadowy hallway before. His self-control snaps when it comes to you, especially if you’re being bold. Still, he’ll never be fully comfortable with public sex—it makes him too paranoid and protective.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) You turning to him for anything gets him going. Trust, vulnerability, soft affection—it’s a huge turn-on. But if we’re talking raw lust? Neck kisses, submissive glances, or the sight of you wearing his clothes will have his cock hard in seconds. He also has a strong reaction to you begging—he acts annoyed, but secretly it drives him feral.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Subaru has a strict “no sharing” rule. The idea of a threesome or letting anyone else touch you? Absolutely not. He also wouldn’t be into heavy humiliation or anything that truly degrades you. He might play a little rough or say dirty things, but if you ever looked hurt by them, he’d immediately stop and panic.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He loves giving—loves having you fall apart on his tongue, clawing at the sheets while he pins your hips down. He doesn't stop until you’re shaking and overstimulated.

Receiving? He likes it, but he gets embarrassed. If you initiate, he’ll mutter a quiet “tch, fine, whatever,” but the second your mouth touches him, his hands are gripping the sheets and he’s groaning through clenched teeth.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) Both. He can be slow and sensual when the mood calls for it—especially if you’ve had a bad day or he’s feeling clingy. But if he’s been pent up or emotionally overwhelmed, it’s all teeth, growls, and hips slamming into you until the bed shakes. His pace reflects his emotional state more than anything.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He pretends to hate them, but sometimes his hunger for you is so overwhelming he gives in—grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you somewhere private. He’ll make it fast but intense, and then scowl after like it was your idea. But don’t be fooled—he’ll definitely crave more later.

R - Risk (Are they open to experimenting, do they take risks, etc?) He’s cautious by nature, but he is open to experimenting—as long as it’s private and with you. He draws the line at public exposure or anything too extreme. But if you want to try light bondage, roleplay, sensory play? He’s in. Just don’t laugh if he blushes while trying something new.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Subaru can go for a solid few rounds, especially if he’s emotionally overwhelmed or feeding off your reactions. He tries to hold back but fails more often than he admits. His recovery time is fast, especially when you're wrapped around him, begging for more.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t have a huge collection, but once he gets more confident, he starts experimenting with toys—mostly vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds. He uses them to drive you crazy, loving the way you squirm. He’d never use them on himself though—too much vulnerability.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's more accidentally unfair. He doesn’t realize how much teasing you when he's angry or flustered gets you riled up. When he does tease on purpose, it’s subtle—hovering kisses, murmured threats, fingers ghosting over your soaked panties while he smirks.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He tries so hard to stay quiet, but he can’t help the guttural growls and broken gasps that slip out when he’s close. You might hear him hiss through his teeth or bite back a moan. He tries to keep control, but you always break it eventually.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon) He’s incredibly possessive of your scent. After sex, he won’t let you change the sheets for days. He’ll bury his face in the pillow you slept on or nuzzle against your neck to inhale your scent. He might even give you one of his shirts to wear just so he can mix your scents together.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) Subaru is thick. Not absurdly long, but definitely girthy and curved slightly upward. It matches him—intense and a little intimidating, but once you get used to him? You’ll be ruined for anyone else. Veiny, too, especially when he’s turned on.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Subaru’s drive is insanely high—he just suppresses it out of guilt and fear of losing control. But the more he trusts you, the more it shows. He thinks about you constantly and has very vivid dreams. He’ll never say it, but he gets hard just thinking about your voice.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) He fights sleep. Not because he’s not tired, but because he wants to stay awake and listen to your heartbeat, watch the rise and fall of your chest. Eventually, when he feels like you're truly safe in his arms, he'll drift off with his forehead resting against yours.

RTC note: (Whew lord Subaru would tear me limb from limb)

[kulemiwrites]

VARIOUS | Seven Ate Sixty-Nine

Characters: Masato Aizawa, Akira Nishikiyama, Reina, Osamu Kashiwagi, Kaoru Sayama, Kazuma Kiryu, Goro Majima | GN!Reader Prompt: 69. That's it. That's the prompt.

Note: In honor of this blog hitting 69 followers, I thought I’d do a silly and write something about some characters 69’ing. You’re welcome 😌(No one wants this but me jsdhbfhsd)

MASATO AIZAWA

He can multitask just fine but since he relies heavily on checking his partner’s expressions to make sure they’re okay, he does get concerned over whether or not he's gone overboard with thrusting into their mouth or if they’re taking more of him than they can handle. He probably won’t last in the position for very long and might suggest just taking turns pleasuring each other so that he can keep his eyes on them. 

AKIRA NISHIKIYAMA

Are you KIDDING? Any time his partner is offering to smother his face is a good time for him! He LOOOVES 69’ing. He treats it like a competition– an olympic sport in which he brings home the gold. If he hasn’t rendered their mouth useless, then he hasn’t done his job properly! He needs to feel their breath hitting the head of his dick with ragged pants as they try and fail to take him into their mouth because they can’t stop moaning at how good he’s making them feel.

REINA HATTORI

Reina, Reina, Reina… The poor thing. She cannot multitask to save her life. She does try her hardest, but if they’re talented, she essentially winds up laying across them like a weighted blanket with claws. By the time it’s over, she’ll have fully sat on their face and rode until her thighs are trembling against their cheeks. On the bright side, she would offer to return the favor. After all, it’s only polite.

OSAMU KASHIWAGI

He thinks about it often. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it. That’s the case for a lot of things when it comes to getting physical with his lover. If his partner is more open and honest about their desires than he is, and they ask for it, he’ll agree before the words are fully out of their mouth. The moment his partner swings their leg over his face, his dick starts twitching with excitement. Once it meets their mouth… Well, he may have to take five because he may very well cum in less than that.

KAORU SAYAMA

She loves 69’ing because she sees it as an opportunity to take charge on both ends. While she’s rolling her hips to make use of her partner’s tongue as she sees fit, she teases them as she works them over. She’ll give them what they like but never at the pace or the pressure that they’re so desperately craving– not until she’s done playing her little game at least.

KAZUMA KIRYU

He does his best. He does, but trying to juggle a combination of the two things that drives him craziest has the potential to undo him completely. There might be many times where he’ll stiffen and pause and pant as he tries his best to fight his hips’ urge to shoot forward in that finishing thrust. Having his partner work at him so diligently makes him want to repay them in kind. So, he’ll lock his arms around their hips to force all their weight onto him and won’t let up until he’s just seconds away from suffocation.

GORO MAJIMA

Oh, he loves that shit! It’s not unusual for a blowjob to turn into 69’ing. He loves getting blown, but damn does his mouth start to water when he thinks about what he’d like to do with them next. The thoughts overcome him and he loses his patience long before ‘his turn’ is over. He’ll lure his partner up and over his face, while running his hands up their back as far as it’ll go to guide them down. He loves being smothered by them and he loves the feeling of his cock gliding down their throat over and over. If he’s not looking to cum yet, he has to stay away from this position because he’s one choked moan away from digging his fingertips into the backs of their thighs and grunting against them as he fucks their face.

I just wanna thank all 69 (and hopefully counting) of you for the love and support since I came back to Tumblr! Y'all have made running this blog something to be excited about again. I don't think I have the words to explain how happy all of your sweet and funny messages have made me! I hope to keep sharing stuff that makes you happy <3

Thanks for reading! 🤍

[esmorningstar]

*complaining gremlin noises*

[onesentientbeing]

So hubris can actually pack a punch guys

(Warning a tf:one sequel yap overtook my usual art yap lol)

DAY 11/12: Ocean/Wound

Yes I snuck Wound in bc day 11 took too long, no I don't take criticism (but look! Megs has a big hole in his chest! Wound!). This took far too long for the end result, trust that my vision was even more vastly assumptive of my abilities and grandiose.

Blame Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine for this one

Additionally, blame my rage for the fact I couldn't be bothered to properly finish the rendering (Op's red was supposed to be coral, Megs was supposed to have more detailed forests/rocks/cliffs etc) BECAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN TODAY I FIND OUT WE GOT CONFIRMATION OF NO TF ONE SEQUEL (at least for a long while). WHAT.

Tf one was the thing to properly get me into transformers, because unlike some versions I could name it actually had a story, and depth (no shade to other media *cough bay cough* genuinely, I have very specific personal taste). It's by no means perfect and I have plenty of criticisms, but it's a good movie, especially when you ignore the plot and narrow in on the megop drama, which was enough to suck me into the lore and characters.

This news was just waiting to happen, yes, but I'm genuinely frustrated that the story that drags me kicking and screaming into this damn franchise is also maybe the last major project before a potentially long as hell media drought. (I'm being dramatic, the comics are still there and even a show or two, but man... this still sucks)

Oh well, keep making tf content! Keep suckering unsuspecting fools into the franchise! Consume all existing content violently via ur teeth and nails!

Bonus fun fact: this singular drawing nearly imploded my damn phone, I love having functional tech

[thegoldencontracts]

Armchair Activism

Summary: You, Azul's partner, have always been a serene, patient one.

...Except for when you start waxing poetic about the faults of modern society.

A/N: My first twst fic in a whileeee whoo! ik this'll probably be buried but uhh really happy to be able to write for something I've like so much! Even if it is just a silly little thing inspired by this post I made

Azul always did view you as a peculiar sort. The Ramshackle Perfect, magicless and powerless, yet there was something about you that, corny as it sounded, worked its own sort of magic. You only gently smiled when meted with even the most cruel of insults.

And when you saw him, after his overblot, you frowned.

"I am sorry it had to end like this," you said. "I really did wish we could have settled things more peacefully."

He had scoffed. That wasn't the way victors spoke to those they had triumphed over.

"Leave me to simmer in my loss," he said.

"But that would not be right for me to do," you replied easily.

And indeed, you were nothing if not true to your word. You stuck by him like a thorn to a rose, asking him how he was doing, telling him you'd be there if he needed anything, oh insufferably insisting that you understood he had a difficult time eating, but you'd always be there if he wanted to try-

Yet against his better judgement, he found himself warming up to you. To you and your sickly sweet smile, to the Vanilla scent of your signature perfume, to your steadfast composure.

You were the one who confessed, a fact he really shouldn't have been surprised by. You smiled, stuttering a tad as you asked him whether he would be interested in a romantic relationship. So forthright you were that he'd been rendered unbearably unable to speak! Tch, you always had that effect on him, damn you.

But you were a good partner. Wonderful. In fact, sometimes he feared he wasn't properly paying you back, to which you only reassured him that relationships were never a transaction.

Tch. Of course they were!

You always seemed to disagree with everything he said about business. It was the two of you's biggest argument.

And one day, you asked him—"Why do you work so much?"

To which he replied, "Because there are many things to be done."

"Your dorm work was finished days ago. You won't get more for a month. As for your studies, you yourself can tell just how far ahead of your peers you are."

He sucked in a breath. Were you really starting this again?

"We're not doing this," he said. You frowned pensively.

"I am only concerned."

"You don't have to be. I'm entirely fine."

"Your eyes have bags beneath them, love," you said, and he flushed at the nickname. "Can you really blame me for being concerned?"

Yes, he could. Because you knew what happened when you brought this up.

"I must always stay competitive."

You pursed your lip. That was never a good sign. It was that tic of yours that indicated you were about to say something befuddling.

"I don't like it when you say things like that," you said, continuing before he could retort. "It makes me worry for you."

You continued when he paused.

"The world within which we live is often unkind," you said. "It is not unlike my own. Those who do not meet the standards of society-"

"You're attributing this to society."

"Yes."

"As in, the entirety of society."

"That encourages perfection and shuns the rest, leading those with the wealth and power to view the rest as tools to be discarded when not efficient enough," you replied. You, so serene, so calm, so passionate all of a sudden-

And about the faults of modern society. Really now.

"I believe the way you think is exactly what those in power want," you continued. "Furiously chasing up an endless ladder, but still only a servant."

"...What are you talking about?"

"I simply believe you should stop slaving away for crumbs, darling," you said, again with the petname, even as you said ridiculous things. "If, perhaps, my company tires you, go talk to your friends."

"Business partners." Why did you call those two his friends?

"A sad product of the suppression of friendship between young boys in the modern era," you soapboxed. He considered socking you in the face. "To be sincere with friends is considered 'foolish'. Sentiment is 'illogical'."

...

"I believe that this society has-"

"You know what?" he said., throwing his hands up in the air. "You win, you sevens-damned hippie! I'm taking a break!"

You brightened, clapping your hand happily.

"Wonderful! I'll get us lunch," you said, tone leaving no room for protest. He could only sigh as you left.

SInce when was he dating a hippie?

[casualsnickers]

all my homies hate rendering rocks

this went from being an anatomy check to a full-blown reference sheet that took over a week to finish. i really wanted to make a solid guide for drawing my pmd oc that followed function over aesthetic and thusly, this monstrosity of a canvas was born.

there's a ton of info that the sheet references but doesn't fully explain so i'll add it below in case anybody is interested

*Written from the perspective of a pokemon researcher*

Arms & Legs: variant's limbs are very similar to the Feraligatr/ Totodile lineage but with more flexibility than the Kantonian species. variant can move on all fours but they cannot run or sprint while doing so. leaping is fine. variant has a running gait most similar to the Archeops lineage. variant also has an opposable thumb on each appendage but it is mostly used for climbing and grasping onto cliff faces.

Face: variant observed to have varying facial structures; vast majority tend to have gently sloping muzzles with forward-facing eyes. horns are a good indicator of inherited nature, but they do not seem to serve a purpose (?)

Eyes: variant tends to have poor eyesight; males live almost entirely underground- females occasionally go onto the surface to establish territory so their vision is ever-so-slightly better. variant has superb night vision and also possess a third eyelid.

Mouth: variant developed a set of teeth for grabbing and tearing. females possess a full set of canines (presumably due to matriarchal setup) and all teeth are serrated. rotten flesh and leftover food sticks around in the mouth; bites almost always become infected.

Sounds/Cry: a low, rumbling, growling sound is typical; no growling but can hiss (spitting has only been observed once). sound travels for a far distance.

Temperament: hostile (?) males will investigate but never attack; females will attack without hesitation. variant demonstrates crepuscular traits (active during dawn, dusk, and possibly during moody weather).

Skin/Ability: variant has dry skin/scales. variant has been observed to expel steam and flames through their tail and vertebral spines. heat is not enough to sustain a burn unless incredibly agitated. "scales" along face and back appear to be cosmetic and have been observed to be used for defense. can easily be broken off.

Tail: variant's tail can be detached in the same way a Kecleon can; an extinguished tail flame does not immediately kill the variant like the Kantonian species due to channeling pores located beside the vertebral spines.

Dimorphism: males have black scales and females have dark brown scales; shiny offspring are incredibly pale (white to golden in color regardless of gender). females are larger than males and also have longer horns, tails, and bigger limbs. only females possess saber-like canines.

Diet: variant is an omnivore and cannot seem to properly digest berries and/or plants. variant has been observed to consume stones, slag, and various minerals

[flowering-darkness]

Lorenza: "Had I been at Laxan Loft that fateful day, then perhaps.. You whom the Ascians kept in the shadows might yet have had an ally for that last sacrifice. ..Ah, but who are we two of the void to dwell on a hundred years past?"

(comments/reblogs are appreciated but never required. further context is under the readmore!)

A little idea I had earlier and was successfully able to get a friend to queue into E10 with me to access the location for! This is actually technically my first thing made for my selfship with the Shadowkeeper (or to use her truer name Cylva), so it's perhaps a bit too context-heavy of a piece to start things off with, but.. oh well! I hope that it's still alright/people like it, even without everyone being aware of the full background ;w;

(If you are curious what's actually being depicted here: it's just a hypothetical musing about "if Lorenza had been present at the Battle of Laxan Loft a hundred years ago, where Cylva turned into the Shadowkeeper and forced Ardbert and the Warriors of Light to fight her (but they refused to kill her like she asked), then maybe that whole event could have been a bit less emotionally harrowing for Cylva". There was no way Lorenza could have been there, of course - she didn't even know Cylva at that time, as the two only met at the start of Shadowbringers despite both originating from the Thirteenth - but.. it's still something she idly muses after learning about Cylva's past. For more background context, feel free to have a read of this other post!)

When it came to putting this together, I was limited by what remained of the duty timer (since we had to do the whole boss fight against the Shadowkeeper and then I had to wait for everyone else to leave), as well as my own inexperience with manipulating reshade parameters like colour curves and brightness (so I apologise if this is a bit all-the-same-value - I tried to mess with the background vs. foreground a bit, but that was about all I could muster). To put things into perspective, this is how the arena looked before I went in and started the posing process - so as you can see, a lot of processing needed to be done to get the final vibes!

I'm also still not really adept at posing within FFXIV, which is why Lorenza is incorrectly using her right hand to reach out to Cylva; the day I learn how to flip/invert poses derived from paused animations will be a very advantageous one indeed! There's probably a better workflow than the one I currently use, but.. like when I was first starting out with MMD, it takes a while to get properly familiar with the tools involved and how to do what you're aiming for with them. I'd meant to get some alternate/closeup camera angles, but exited out of /gpose instead after taking the initial one, which meant I lost everything I'd loaded in .w.

In any case, though - I like how the final product turned out (even if the composition is almost identical to my January render..), and I hope that some of my thought process in making it could come through! I did finish making this at one minute to midnight on Valentine's Day, but I'm aware it isn't really a very Valentine's Day selfship thing.. so, I suppose it's more fitting that I wasn't able to get around to posting it until after the date had changed here! =P

Thank you kindly for taking the time to read this! I hope it all makes sense ^-^

[moonsun2010]

I'm mad Tumblr ate my anon asks (it's not appearing in my Drafts????) but luckily I have a copy saved to my email so:

HEY YOUR DRACULA ANIMATIC IS SO SO GOOD I can't comment on youtube (bc I have no account) but I've watched it like 10 times now, the song fits so well and the art is incredible, I love all your character designs and the way you portray all the scenes is so spot on!

I just finished re: dracula and idk how you managed to tell the whole story so well in under 4 minutes but it was amazing I love the way you use color in the animatic, the use of mostly black/white/grey is so good for evoking the specific type of horror story this is, and it makes the red in the blood and in dracula's eyes stick out in a way that is absolutely brilliant and that last shot with the sunset is GORGEOUS and then the epilogue!!! I love that you did the epilogue to and having the gentle piano music and doing it in full color gives it such a peaceful and comforting feeling, the drawing of quincey and lucy in it in the afterlife together is so sweet <3 the detail that went into this is amazing, like the captain of the demeter having the rosary even though we only see it for a second, I keep wanting to pause on every single frame so I can properly admire all the cool art lol, also the things like jonathan's beard growing out after dracula breaks the mirror, and the rosary hanging above his bed, and dracula still having the scar from the shovel in the final showdown

AND THE PART WHERE DRACULA CATCHES THE LETTER... literally the way you tell the whole story with (almost) NO WORDS in not even 4 minutes and the whole thing flows so smoothly is incredible I love the way you do like the zoom out thing on some places, it adds a whole new dimension to it visually also the way you draw mina and jonathan after the october 3rd bit is lovely, your jonathan looks so cool with the white hair and i love how you did mina's scar, and the part where her scar disappears at the end was such a cool way to depict that and the difference between human lucy and vampire lucy is done so well, like it's so clearly the same character but you can really see how she's not herself anymore, and the way you used that when they kill vampire lucy and show arthur's resolve to use the stake bc he's now seeing her as a monster who replaced and essentially killed the woman he loved and he wants revenge, literally I will never be over how much story and emotion you managed to fit into a single music video and the way you did quincey's death? crying at that part tbh.

AND THE FRAME OF DRACULA GETTING BEHEADED WITH THE RED BACKGROUND.... IS JUST *chef's kiss* I was going to say I have no words for how much I love this but clearly I have quite a lot of words lol, thank you tumblr for not having a character limit anyway have a good day/night :)

Anon I'm so sorry for this delayed reply,,, I kept rereading this in awe and didn't want to release it into the wild (and it still got eaten anyways-)

I'm so glad you enjoyed the character design!! It's not my strong suit at all so that's reassuring. The colour scheme lowkey started out as a timesaving measure, but it also allowed for me to render scenes with detail that I otherwise couldn't've with the tight time frame I had, since at the time I was also juggling university assignments. I'm glad the sunset scene hit as hard as it did, since I had also just discovered Disco Elys/ium, so it was an attempt to emulate Rostov's illustration of Harry on Filippe III's statue). It worked out in the end anyways, since the grayscale + red accent combined with a colourful epilogue gave a "the horror is now in the past, and we are in a (literally visually) livelier future)" <3

I've seen so many people say they want to pause on each frame to examine it in detail, and guess what, you can get a zip file of them all as watermarkless pngs in my kofi! For free! It's pay-what-you-want since I just really wanted to get as many eyes on this as possible, but any tips would definitely still be appreciated.

It was fun mapping out the match cuts and transitions e.g Dracula catching the letter, Mina and Dracula with Lucy in the churchyard, since the previous semester I'd taken a storyboarding class that taught that, so I HAD to include it. Zoom outs helped add visual interest to otherwise still shots, so I'm glad they didn't come off as overdone haha.

It was tough mapping out what storybeats to include, but I'm super happy that the angst for all the key moments in the video hit right :D Was worried about losing momentum after leaving the Jonathan in Dracula's castle bit, and so I really wanted the ending of each verse(?) to correspond with a red screen injury— notice that "you'd better let yourself off and, while you still have strength in your legs, escape from this horrible hell/你最好放过自己 趁双脚还有力气, 快逃出这可怕地狱" always ends with some character harming another, and when the verse repeats again but with the ending lyrics changed "you’d better let yourself off, rather than crying out to another, “Save me!”... Save me!/你最好放过自己 胜过跟谁叫救命... 救命!", it still ends with Van Helsing staking the 3 vampire women. And of course, the ending "escape from this horrible hell/快逃出这可怕地狱" ends with the sunset, its red now replacing that of the blood the characters had to spill previously, signalling an end to their necessary monstrosity (and also a literal monster with Dracula dying).

Like with the frame of Dracula getting beheaded, the timesaving measures, limited skills (plus lack of any sort of storyboarding software, I was just ""animating"" the movements with Shotcut) forced me to find creative workarounds. I could fill at least 3 pages with writing dissecting all my choices lol but idt therell be much interest in me analysing my own art. Thank you so much for watching my animatic :)

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so i recently got dragged by my hair back into the Undertale fandom and as such

WHAT THE FFFFFART DID I MISS!?

I COME BACK AFTER LIKE 3-4 YEARS AND SUDDENLY KILLER AND DUST HAVE SO MUCH MORE LORE THAT ID JUST.. MISSED? I COMPLETELY SKIMMED OVER UNDERVERSE AND DREAMSWAP IDK HOW THAT HAPPENED—NOT TO MENTION I MISSED REDESIGNS, RENAMES, CREATOR DRAMAS AND ALL THAT SORT OF SHIT??

AND WDYM THERES DELTARUNE CROSSOVER COMICS NOW- I DEADASS COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT DELTARUNE, I NEVER EVEN FINISHED PLAYING THE FIRST CHAPTER??? I LEFT LIKE 2 MONTHS AFTER DELTARUNE CAME OUT???

In retribution for my sins I shall share my hcs/what will be present in my comics whenever I decide to post them/finish them (its been like 3 days i cant stop drawing sans aus)

Btw I cant decide if I want to go with the more canon Nightmare approach (which im still learning about, no one ever talked about it back when I was first in the fandom), or Dadmare (i find it sweet, however impractical it actually is for his character)

CORE Frisk is the absolute bane of Nightmare's existance, they've stopped him dead in his tracks countless times now

Ink is technically a neutral party, he only really sides with the stars because he thinks their company is fun, and because Nightmare is posing a huge threat to countless AUS

In that same chain, Error is technically a neutral psrty, mostly because he just doesnt freaking like Nightmare, he finds his bossiness annoying. And Dream's incessant positivity endlessly aggrivating. Plus Nightmare fights Blue. Blue is Error's pookie. (Is that still canon?? Dawg its been years idfk)

The only one who knows that Ink is soulless is Error (bc of his strings). No one else can get enough consistent hits on him during battles for anyone to be able to clearly tell

Reaper is genuinely disgusted by the path Nightmare went down, whereas Nightmare is a Guardian and very powerful as such; Reaper is still the god of death across the omniverse (is that still a term we use yall???) and therefore in a power structure is above him and Dream. Reaper had hoped it wouldnt turn out the way it did.

Horror didnt know what refeeding syndrome was when he first began working for Nightmare, so upon being given the option to actually eat.. he got insanely sick and was immediately rendered unable to fight for weeks.

Dust cannot stand loud noise, he was alone in his empty AU for so long when he was that silence isnt in any way comforting; its just easier to deal with than noise. (Do we still call him dust?? Or do we call him Murder?? Ive seen people use both, im partial to Dust but idfk- dawg i was back here when gacha club hadnt even come out yet)

KIller really cant stomach much at any given time, when Horror first got there they had a handful of talks about eating properly that... Killer wasnt very fond of having

Not a hc but Im so sick of the Blueberry peopoganda its been god knows how long since he was made and people are STILL infantalizing him. THATS A WHOLE GROWN MAN. JUST BECAUSE HES POSITIVE AND A LITTLE SILLY DOESNT MEAN HES A CHILD?? OR AN UWU SOFT BOY?? THATS A MAN TRAINING TO BE A PART OF THE QUEEN'S ROYAL GUARD?? I personally never understood it, I was guilty of a few pre-teen undertale fandom sins- BUT NOT BLUEBERRY I WASNT. I STOOD ON THIS HILL AND I WILL CONTINUE HERE FOREVER. I HAVE MY PICNIC BASKET AND IM NOT LOSING MY SPOT

Ccino's is one of many neutral grounds in the multiverse just because everyone fw Ccino

It genuinely hurts for Geno and Error to touch people, because of their glitches and their respective times in the antivoid (is Geno in the antivoid??)

Lust is incredibly sweet, on the occasion he runs into anyone from other aus, his favorite people to run into are Dance, Ccino, Ink, and Horror (dont ask me how Dance and Ccino are crossing aus, lets just say they get caught up in star sans stuff a lot idk)