#mythical anon pull

[stex-anon-confessions]

greaseball is just kind of mid hotness-wise. you have multiple cougars, Train Hetalia ft. thongs and codpieces in the background, your choice of goth gfs/bfs/etc and then just a 99% white bread elvis impersonator generic cartoon jock. i do not get the draw.

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[danganronpa-mm-au]

How do werewolves work in this world? Are they just humans with canine ears and tail so can they transform themselves into actual wolves in different ways like a Zoan?

In this universe, werewolves are basically humans with canine ears, tails and legs (they don't *have* to be wolf traits. Other canines like jackals or foxes are also called werewolves for simplicity's sake) but during the full moon, werewolves can and often do transform into their "full" forms, for lack of a better word. Again, that doesn't always mean wolf. Usually they are bigger than the regular animals and can still talk. The transformation is more of an urge and werewolves can be more irritable or grumpy during the time around the full moon because of that.

Hope this makes sense :) I don't know Zoan so idk if that is how he transforms or not

[starmocha]

The Deep Sea [Rafayel + Son ★ 970 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] A little boy stays up late waiting, insisting he needs his lullaby before he can sleep. A/N: Finally, I managed to get the first story out for Rafayel and his son. Thank you to all of the Raf anons who have been infesting my ask box with papa Raf asks lol you all managed to break my writer’s block with him. This particular ask was the one that did it for me. <333 Happy birthday to our precious, whiny fishie 🥹💖 Tag list: @lavlynyan @miudle @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin 【 request to be added 】

He yawned again.

“It’s past your bedtime,” you told the little three-year-old toddler curled up on the living room couch clutching his favorite Briny Narwie plushie. He peered up at you with a pout, and you sighed helplessly as you crouched down to his eye-level next to the couch. You pointed at the clock on a nearby wall and said gently, “See that little hand? It’s approaching ten. You were supposed to be asleep at eight. Almost two hours ago.”

“But Daddy promised me a lullaby!” the boy whined, clutching his plushie tighter as his lips quivered.

You sighed again. “Your daddy has an important art show tonight,” you explained to the toddler, “You know how upset Uncle Thomas gets when your daddy doesn’t go to these events.”

“I know…” he said softly. He looked up again, his voice pleading, “But Daddy said he would come home soon to sing me my lullaby!”

You smiled softly, sympathizing with your son. You also knew that right at this moment Rafayel was also miserable at his art show, preferring the company of his family over the pretentious crowd that flocked to see his works. He had insisted that he would only stay for an hour at most to satisfy Thomas’ expectations, but it had now been at least three hours since you were expecting Rafayel to arrive home.

You settled on the couch, sitting next to your son who had been adamant that he would not go to sleep until he had his lullaby, but for the past hour, you had watched the toddler dozed off several times before jerking awake, his resolve weakening with each passing second.

“You know, Mommy can sing you a lullaby, too. Rock—” You barely got the first word out before your son pressed two small hands to your mouth, covering it as he gave you an annoyed pout.

“It’s not the same!” the little boy whined, nearly on the verge of tears. He plopped back down in his seat and hugged his plushie tighter.

You couldn’t refute this. Rafayel had been singing to his son Lemurian lullabies of a time gone by since the little boy was still in your womb. It had been a nightly ritual for several years now, and rarely would Rafayel ever skipped it. You yourself was also fond of his singing, his ethereal voice always ensnaring you under his spell, spiriting you away to another time, another place.

“Okay, okay,” you said to your son, reaching out to wipe away the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes. You smiled softly again, your arms spread apart. “How about you snuggle with Mommy then while we wait for Daddy to come home?”

The boy’s lips quivered again.

“Please?”

“Okay…” he said reluctantly and crawled into your lap. Your arms instantly wrapped around him, pulling him closer into your protective embrace. Instinctively, you threaded your fingers through his soft hair soothingly, smiling in wonder at the beautiful little boy in your arms who was a perfect blend of both you and Rafayel, though you couldn’t help but mused how sometimes more of Rafayel would peek through, such as tonight.

Casually, you hummed the same lullaby Rafayel would often sing, having memorized the mythical melody by heart over the years.

“Mommy… it’s not the same…”

“I know,” you said affably, continuing nonchalantly, “I’m just humming.”

Your hand rubbed your son’s back up and down soothingly.

The toddler sighed heavily, letting his frustration be known, but you remained unbothered by his dramatics, continuing with your light humming.

Try as he might, eventually sleepy little eyes closed, letting darkness settled and allowing himself to be whisked away by this familiar melody.

Cradled in the sea’s embrace, a whale carried the toddler away as he laughed joyously, eyes full of wonder as a school of fish swam, swirling around the little boy, their scales shimmering brilliantly in the water. Many other marine creatures joined the boy in his underwater journey. Sea turtles, dolphins, stingrays, and many more accompanied the small child, showing him all of the beauties of the deep.

He giggled as two little fish—one red and one blue—swam against his cheek, tickling him. He held up a small chubby finger and the blue fish brushed against him in assurance, a silent promise that the boy was well protected in his journey.

He didn’t know where he was going, where the whale was taking him, but he felt no fear, feeling in his heart that within the deep sea, there was a place calling out to him.

When the little boy’s eyes fluttered open, he shook his head, feeling something tickling his cheek.

Purple hair.

He was resting on his father’s shoulder, hearing his deep voice singing a song, an ancient lullaby.

The words were foreign, but the toddler understood, feeling it in his heart. He clung tighter to his father, letting the warmth of his voice wrapped around him like a protective cloak.

“My little fishie,” Rafayel hummed softly, turning to press his lips to his son’s head, “Daddy’s sorry he was late tonight.”

The boy made a soft noise in response, and Rafayel smiled. He resumed singing as he swayed gently from side-to-side in his son’s bedroom. Alongside his voice, the sounds of waves could be heard crashing gently on the shore outside.

The boy yawned, his grip loosening, but Rafayel just held him tighter. As he sang, he gazed fondly at the child in his arms, still after all of this time awestruck that this precious treasure was his. He continued to sing, his words joined by the ocean’s waves.

Lured back to his dreamscape, the little boy was carried away to another place, another time, where an ancient forgotten civilization celebrated his arrival and welcomed him home.

[kit-williams]

This is Mythical coming at you live from your ask box! You know the horny brain worms have been absolutely squirming so imma request some down bad Roboute Guilliman and his unexpected yet untamed need to breed!

I’m talking full on primal, face down ass up even prone boned breeding. I want the most unhinged breeding session where Guilliman’s beloved will feel it WEEKS afterwards. And of course you just know we gotta have the dirty talk, we need to know who well Guilliman gives it. It’s so good you can’t form even a thought afterwards. Hell he might not even let you get too far from him, he’s gonna stay right where he is and keeping you right where you need to be just to make sure it takes <3

(I’m sending this just so I don’t forget, I also apologize if the brain worms got too feral!)

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina

@the-californicationist

(Cali this is about one of the Primarchs aka the really big guys)

tw: SMUT; its ovulation time for the homies so its horny

edit: Thank you to @squishyowl for the divider

Uh uh uh is all that could leave your mouth at this point. Your knuckles white as you fisted the bedding tightly to keep you in place. Your face against the bedding as you still couldnt decide if the way your nipples were slightly rubbing against the sheets and other fabrics was enjoyable or not. You could feel his hand in your hair just pulling your head back slightly as you could think as he was now lazily sinking in and out of your cunt.

Guilliman doesn't know what happened... just he saw you with one of the other high ranking women of Ultramar and really there was nothing special about it... you simply were holding a baby. He was certain he was sterile, what use would breeding be for a tool, but then again why give them the parts? Why give them the inklings of desire? Perhaps at some point he would have asked the Emperor but now he doesn't care. But the thought of her holding that baby wouldn't leave his thoughts... it kept drifting in and out... in the background... just a background thought that he would associate akin to one thinking about what was for dinner that night.

But... he wanted her to be holding his baby on her hip. A bright eyed babe with curly hair... he wanted it to be their baby she was bouncing in her lap and cooing at. "You're so tight around me love." He says with a purr in his voice, "And to think you've just been screaming your head off with how I've been handing you." He thrusts in hard eliciting a whimper from you. Watching you arch your back more trying but with him holding your hair keeping you from hiding that blush on your face and breasts. Guilliman leans in whispering, "I am certain the entire Fortress knows I'm fucking you with how you've been screaming with pleasure."

His eyes follow the drool on your bottom lip and moving down your chin. As you just pant and he can't help but grin watching you react as his cock lazily throbs inside of you. Sex did not mean much to Guilliman as he was already fully grown by the time he was old enough to partake in it which scared off many who would try. But he looks at you trembling... swallowing down air... as he could see the way his cock stretched you to almost your limit and he knew how his cum would ooze out of you when he pulled out for the night.

Something about you ovulating made his brain ITCH in a good way. It made him want to be like this... buried to the hilt and fucking you till you were incoherent. If he was feeling selfish enough he would just like tonight. "I'm going to put a baby in you." He says watching you shudder with some form of pleasure. "I'm going to make you so fat with my babies. Oh yes I want to give you multiple." He says lazily lowering his voice to those octaves he knows you like... flexing his vocal cords and swelling his third lung to add that extra oomph and reverberations to his next words, "Watch your breasts leak with milk... watch you rub your swollen belly... truly make you a mother to my Ultramarines."

He listens to you gasp and feels you once more orgasm around the slowly moving cock inside of you. He lets your head drop back down to be face first on the bed. His hips move quickly as he pants himself, "Oh I'm going to make sure it takes! They already know what I do with you! So why not have something to show for all the effort we've put in? Wouldn't you agree my Lady?" All you can do in reply is incoherently moan pushing your hips back like a slut desperate for release. Maybe it was his aura... his presence... just the way he spoke to you... but by the THRONE you wanted this man... this demi god to put a baby in you right now!

You don't know how much longer you two fuck it could have been five more minutes or an hour just you lay there in the blissful afterglow feeling so sweaty, as per usual after having sex with him. You could hear the haptic feedback noise from his dataslate as he was always busy but at least you two had a concession with this... he could do unintrusive things and you got your cuddles and it felt so normal. You nuzzle into his pectoral and you feel his lips on the top of your head... but you could feel it... you didn't know how to explain it but you could just feel his desire still there as if it was a storm brewing in the distance and all it needed was a breeze to suddenly head your way.

[kiefbowl]

What about amateur porn or drawn erotica?

"amateur porn" is mostly a marketing term. it's meant to convey an idea that the porn is "homemade." but what stops people from just producing and marketing content that looks like that? especially since the idea has been pushed successfully that this is "more ethical porn." That is capitalism 101 - find a market you aren't capturing, make them a product they'll buy.

Even in the event it's not actually a production by a studio, you cannot verify that the porn you're watching is not a woman in an abusive relationship with a pimp. Boyfriends become pimps all the time. I think people have this idea that pimps are caricatures that pop out of the ground organically and fully formed, like some sort of mythological "bad guy." They don't stop to think that any opportunistic man (or woman) can become a pimp easily by just having access to a vulnerable woman. If someone enjoys porn, I think it's easy and worthwhile for them to have a disconnect between what "real abusers" do and what happens in a mythical porn setting that's more convenient to imagine. Yet do you need to look far to find examples of couples either A) joking how much money they could make if the wife would get on OF B) fighting because the husband wants the wife to get on OF to increase their revenue and she doesn't or C) just flat out admitting the wife is on OF and how much money it brings to the table? Besides the fact that in any one of these situations, this could be a covert marketing tactic by OF working with a couple, but even if it's not...why believe in scenario C that the husband is just some good guy and this is just some normal situation they fell into? The difference between scenario C and a pimp is what? They're being public about it by framing it a certain way? Well if that makes the public normalize it, why wouldn't "real" pimps just take that lead and do the same? My point is that there is no distinction: a man (whether it's a stranger, a friend, a dad, a husband, a boyfriend) exerting control over a woman by making her perform sexual acts for his own profit is a pimp, and I don't see why we should trust the way he frames it publicly, even if he says "I'm just a progressive husband who isn't jealous and loves that my wife shakes ass online for our family" or whatever gets people to go "cool! I will not questions this."

I'm sure you're asking in good faith anon, so this isn't directed specifically at you, but often when porn watchers are engaging in debate about porn, they'll start bringing up things like 'drawn erotica' as if it's some sort of gotcha. To me, it's so revealing how little they care about the arguments presented about the harms of the porn industry because yes, obviously drawn erotica is different than filming real humans having sex. It also reveals some sort of assumed bias that the person presenting objections to porn without appealing to religious morality or puritanical ideas about sex are somehow being deceitful. As if once "victimless porn" is brought up, they'll be unable to lie and their true nature will be revealed because they'll have some thinly veiled excuses about how drawn porn is obviously just as bad, because it's so sexy!

Drawings of people having sex or being naked and sexual are not above criticism in how they replicate harmful ideas about sex, sexuality, and gender - but they also aren't literal forms of violence against real people. So, it's irrelevant to the discussion of vulnerable people being pushed into porn to perform sexual acts against their will to a point of ruination. If someone feels comfortable continuing to watch and masturbate to porn after this has been explained to them, I don't see why any thoughts I have on erotica written or drawn or otherwise really matters. They can't be convinced through that avenue, clearly. They're probably willing to take whatever thread they can pull on to justify their consumption and to assuage their conscience over watching porn. That to me signifies a porn addiction, because even a casual viewer of porn who's never come across any anti-porn arguments knows they can live without porn, knows they don't need to defend it tooth and nail, and will not play stupid about comparisons to real people having sex on film/enacting violence on each other to erotic drawings.

At the end of the day, re: erotica, I would need to take each thing of media in it's own right and judge it for itself (like all film, books, and art). If it replicates pornographic images (i.e. the film language of porn that I take issue with vis-a-vis misogyny and violence against women), then yeah I'm going to have a problem with it. Not because it's sexual, but because it's content is disagreeable to me in that it's misogynistic. The scale for that is going to be sliding - the difference between a causal representation of unexamined gender dynamics and extremely violent CSAM is huge. I don't take issues with people finding, say, mild 18th century drawings titillating as much as I take issues with people acting entitled to violent images as if their masturbation depends on it and they're entitled to masturbate to whatever they want. Why? I masturbate to my imagination all the time. It's literally the easiest and most natural thing to do. If someone can't, it's probably because they're addicted to porn. If desperate poor women being pushed into drugs to continue making porn that becomes increasingly violent doesn't stop someone from watching porn, then maybe I should ask them to get angry at porn for altering their brain so badly. That's how desperate people sound when they have to scrape the bottom of the barrel in the face of facts about violence, poverty, suicide, and abuse.

[flwrkid14]

Hiii, I saw your Tim drake loves like Odysseus and fell in love with it. So I was wondering if you’d be willing to do something similar but to Percy Jackson or a similar character. Just a thought, also love your work!

hello anon!! tysm for the ask, and ofc! I love pjo and actually planned on writing more about them on this blog (sadly those plans fell through) but i'm happy to write a little something dedicated to my favorite pairing <3

percy and annabeth love each other the way odysseus and penelope did.

not because they are them. but because their love has weathered storms and monsters, labyrinths and war, gods and grief. because it feels ancient in its endurance, even if it's entirely their own.

percy’s love is the kind that remembers. that holds onto names and promises even in the dark. the kind that crosses oceans, again and again, not because it’s easy—but because he has to. because he is Poseidon’s son, and the sea will always try to pull him under. but she is his shore. so he fights his way back every time, salt-stung and aching, whispering, “i’ll always come back to you,” like a vow carved into driftwood and left to float, knowing it will find its way home.

and annabeth? annabeth’s love is the kind that waits without surrender. not quiet. not idle. but in motion. she builds and builds, plans and calculates, keeps the world spinning on blueprints and bite marks. because she is Athena’s daughter, and her love is a masterpiece of endurance. it is a thread tied through logic and loyalty, and she weaves it steady—“and i’ll always be here,” she says, like she’s anchoring the stars to keep the sky from falling.

they are not odysseus and penelope. but they echo.

percy, who has always belonged to the tides but chooses to swim home. annabeth, who could have crumbled but built a kingdom from her waiting.

percy, who dreams in tides and wakes up saying her name. annabeth, who counts the days not with dread but with stubborn hope—each one a stitch in the life she's making for when he returns.

they fight beside each other, yes. but the part people forget is how often they fight for each other. even when they’re apart. especially when they’re apart.

and when they find each other again, it’s always the same: a touch like recognition. a look like relief. like: there you are. like: you found me. like: of course you did.

she grips his arm like she’s pulling him from the underworld. he holds her waist like he’s trying to memorize gravity.

their love is not a soft thing. it is sharp. clever. storm-forged. a reunion written into fate by two people too stubborn to quit. not mythical. not reincarnated. just real. and powerful. and theirs.

they love each other like odysseus and penelope did— not by destiny, but by choice. over and over again.

[bluelockhalloweek]

Your Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 prompts are here!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 If you would like to volunteer to translate prompts so more people can join the Halloween Party, go here!

👻 Original fanart by Qoffee51 (twt | insta) and graphic design by @suosage (​​twt)!

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a Wild West fic for “Cowboy,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the guidelines!

👻 Find the 2024 event Archive of Our Own Collection here!

👻 The event is hosted on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! Credit to @/unhingednagi who suggested "Dance with the Devil" (😈) & the several anons who suggested an undead/resurrection 🧟‍♂️ theme. A lot of other suggestions were already on the longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for another year. If your favorite isn’t on the list, it's perfect for “Free Prompt”!

👻 Did you like last year's prompts? Use as many as you want on Day Five for Free Prompt!

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 Prompts (Oct. 28 - Nov. 3, 2024)

Monday Oct. 28: Pumpkin Spice + Dance with the Devil  

Tuesday Oct. 29: Myth + Resurrection  

Wednesday Oct. 30: Whisper + Scream

Thursday Oct. 31: Sugar Rush + Haunted

Friday Oct. Nov. 1: Incantation + Free Prompt!

Saturday Nov. 2: Festival + Instinct

Sunday Nov. 3: Space + Cowboy

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Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes I took while narrowing down the list, now expanded with links & definitions. These are only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

🎃 Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Dance with the Devil: Defined. To dance with the devil is to engage in risky, reckless, or potentially immoral behavior. Or going out dancing; Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈 (Suggested by unhingednagi) 

🎃 Day 2:

Myth: Myths or legends from any culture or time period. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Egyptian, etc.!! Gods and mythical creatures and beasts. Dionysus or Eros or Apollo Shidou; Persephone and Hades, so many! Hercules Kunigami!

Resurrection: reincarnation, zombies (Lorenzo!), waking up a vampire or werewolf after being bitten; …having a little too much fun on Halloween and having to pull oneself together the next day (sugar hangover, ...hangover-hangover). (Suggested by several anons!)

🎃 Day 3:

Whisper: soft voices, trying not to be caught/found/discovered, whispering a secret, whispering something spicy, hearing voices. 

Scream: screaming in fear or excitement or…; calling out for someone. Scary movies, pranks. Awkward meet-cute. Bachira’s monster. 

🎃 Day 4, Halloween: 

Sugar Rush: the “rush”/“high” or energy you get from eating a bunch of sugar! Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn; being sweet, a different sort of rush; ..."give me some sugar"

Haunted: Ghosts, spirit entities like yokai, strange noises in the night. GhostBusters, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. Real or funhouse haunted house, ghost stories; being haunted by the past; being possessed or haunted. The twisty, creepy aura thing Rin gets.

🎃 Day 5: 

Incantation: a set of words that could be a sort of incantation / magic words, any type of magic, witches, wizards, curses, Ness the Magician, Harry Potter, Quiditch, Lord of the Rings, crystal ball, tarot. Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Non-literal magic words in relationships (saying / hearing just the right thing). 

Free Prompt: Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt. The day to use any of last year’s prompts! 

Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if I had time): Video game au for Hiori! Little French imp Charles as the Joker or a jester. Pokemon! Barou as the “Cowardly” Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you’re reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). This is my second year making this wish. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

🎃 Day 6: 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel, corn maze. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

Instinct: fight or flight, fear, instinct to hunt like vampires, instinct to save someone, instinctively drawn to someone, instinct to grab someone’s hand or hide behind them; that gut feeling that it’s time to leave a place. Hairs on arms raising, chills going down one's spine, one's whole body trying to tell one something.

🎃 Day 7: 

Space: All things celestial. Nightfall. Stars and moon, werewolves, moonlight, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, celestial myths and gods. Stars, moon, aliens, Star Wars, astronauts, and planetary hotline Isagi and Kurona! Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline. Astrology. Wishing on a star. Fun fact: The Orionid Meteor Shower peaks just before this event starts, the night of Oct. 21-22, and continues until Nov. 7th! Cowboy Bebop.

Cowboy: Not much is wilder than Blue Lock—except maybe The Wild, Wild West. Outlaws, Gunslinger Isagi (see recent manga chapters), sheriffs Aikuuu and Nio, horses, rodeos, Ego and his little football bolo tie in cowboy getup pleaseee, the works, Nagi and his lil Choki cactus. Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all.

Okay, that’s it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

PS: ...If y'all want ✨spicy 🔞 prompt inspiration, I could always make a separate post (that would be tagged #spicy; please remember to block that if you're a minor or uninterested in mature themes). Let me know!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Oh god, I was just giggling so hard at howdy anons ask and your reply about reader letting König wait (sending a smooch to you both ❤️😘). He really deserves to suffer a little like that lol! Just imagining this guy, who likes to see himself as so strong and dominant, especially towards woman, slowly but surely lose his fucking marbles... And all because of that sweet little lady, who has his horniness in a bloody choke hold - not even realising the power she has over him. He's never had to show this much restraint... And he does hold back because, he even more likes to see himself as a gentlemen towards his sweetie (one who will absolutely ruin and wreck her once she let's him off his leash and takes the muzzle off). Poor little Köni.

I can see him letting out this sexual frustration at training for example. He is working these punching bags like absolutely batshit crazy. Destroying gym equipment, because he goes in so hard and has just soooo much pent up energy after every little cuddling session with sweet reader and doesn't know what to do with hit (violently masturbating after being with her hardly helps...). The other operators at the base gym just side eying him and wondering, if he now reached the final state of madness and silently prepare for the explosion that will wipe out all life on earth...

Also: we are really branching out with the toxic König brand here. First the institute, now the book club. I'm loving the growth here. Maby we can establish some kind of co working space next at toxic König headquarters, so we all have a place where we can thirst efficiently and just pump these numbers up even more for Toxic König Inc. (TKI). I can see an involvement in the stock market by next quarter at this growth rate. Maby some Tupperware-esk door to door sales to get more people hooked on to toxic König? (ok, that sounds to much like a cult now...)

Haha this is so crazy, all I wanted was to make Ghost happy, get him laid, perhaps even get him married… but here I am, 6 months later, having this blog and wondering which content warnings to slap on another König post where we discuss his obsession with virgins and their mythical hymen blood 💕

He destroys the punching bag (RIP) and somehow manages to rip the pull up bar from the concrete wall. His deadlifts can be heard all the way to the mess – envious rookies would say König is doing it wrong, that it's a major error in execution, but the veterans know better... This crazy lunatic is simply having trouble with women (again).

But you know what would make König nearly faint?

When sweet innocent reader finally allows his hands roam a bit!

He's allowed to caress her waist as they cuddle, she even lets him bring his huge palm on her tits – it feels like the most erotic thing ever, just to paw those soft breasts over her shirt. And what happens next is that she rolls her hips – König holds his breath – she's actually pressing her ass against his cock. Of course they're still wearing clothes, but her movements are nothing short of sexual.

It makes his brain shut down completely, but soon he's panting in her ear, grinding his groin against the swell of her ass in rhythm with her movements. She doesn't stop him when his hand slowly, tentatively shifts down, then forces its way under the waistband of her pants – ach du Scheiße, it's finally happening… Can this be real?

His fingers slip under her underwear and arrive on her soft mound. He tries to shove his hand further down and into her folds but then – Scheiße – delicate fingers curl around his wrist and pick his hand up from paradise.

"Please… I'm just not ready yet," she explains gently, and the German curses in his mind are loud and foul as König tries to catch his breath and ignore the fact that his boxers are painfully tight and now stained and wet with precum.

"Let me lick your cunt," he offers with a hoarse voice while she's still holding him by the wrist, denying access to her. "Bitte... I just want to have a taste..."

Sweet reader goes tense and turns, looks at the soldier who has a funny accent and weird mannerisms, the soldier who was supposed to be a gentleman, with parted lips and eyes wide from shock.

"König, you can't say things like that…!"

[kings-highway]

same anon as the “fountain of youth” ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ" what kind of monsters/mythical creatures would the haikyuu characters be? (i love paranormality! (●´ω｀●))

i'll admit this one all but stumped me. there's simply too many mythological creatures and you could make a strong argument for any of them, or all of them. And no matter what I do Im going to forget some long lost lore that fits the character even better. So I've only picked ones that I feel relatively certain on, rather than trying to force for every character

1. Easiest to do is Tendou - that bitch is a satori. I don't care that Haikyuu-bu *really* wants him to be a kappa, that bitch is a satori. Leave it at that.

2. Fukunaga - lucky cat. I didn't make this up for paranormality!! Read up on it, he's based of a maneki-neko which is why he always has his hands like that. His fcking online username is "Lucky Shohei" in haikyuu-bu. his birthday is also Japan's official "maneki-neko" day. I did not pull this shit out of my ass I promise.

2. I feel really strongly about Ushijima being the Minotaur. IDK something about being imprisoned in a labyrinth you cannot escape by your fucked up family despite not having been asked to be born as you were. also I feel like he'd like mazes.

3. Tsukishima could be a sphynx. I think he'd really dig being able to laze about and then give confusingly frustrating riddles to people. Also, seems like a cat person. Also, the ancient-city vibes of a sphynx really fit the fact that he works in a museum post timeskip.

4. Hinata fits the motif fo a phoenix pretty well. Rise from the ashes, have to kill yourself to start anew, I feel like that just generally vibes with his character arcs + he fits the colour palette ha ha.

5. Oikawa would be a vampire. The problem is I'm way too familiar with global and historical vampire lore to even make this claim, there's simply *too many interpretations,* but without thinking too hard about it, my reasoning is just that he is established to be charismatic, and intellectual and I think he works with the mind compulsion aspects of vampirism, + perpetually youthful (timeskip concern?) Plus I can totally imagine Kageyama figuring this out and trying to tell people in middle school with nobody believing him.

5.5 plus if Oikawa is a vampire you can make Iwaizumi a dhampir (balkan lore regarding half-vampires, who have some vampire powers but tend to use those powers to hunt down full vampires) and I just think that vibes really well with their dynamic

6. Kita fits a kitsune really well, obviously you already know this from me, the heavy traditionalism and constant affiliation with the gods, the "ancient" sort of incomprehensible wisdom, the fact that he's a rice farmer. But honestly that's pretty easy to do. None of the other inarizaki boys fit Kitsune, though, they're all just regular fox assholes.

7. Kageyama would be a changeling. that's the autism.

8. last one. Kiyoko honestly could be a mermaid, she's got water meaning in her name plus clearly stunningly beautiful. I think it would work.

[scythlyven-art]

What Pokémon would perc'ahlia have

Percy would obviously flock towards dark and ghost types imo

I think he'd love a mimikyu

(and Vex would have some sort of bear kind of pokemon, obviously)

You have no idea what you’ve asked of me anon I’m about to pull out the whole damn Pokédex and put together a team of six for each. I will not be including legendaries or mythical Pokemon as options but each will get one of the starter Pokemon.

We’ll start with Percy who 100% is on the ghost/dark train but I also see some steel/fire/electric as viable options too.

As an Empoleon enjoyer, he’s definitely getting that as his starter. Plus the regal look and fact blue and black suit look matches him. I’d also give him an Absol, Luxray, Hisuian Zoroark, Bisharp, and Chandelure. A lot of edgier looking Pokemon but ones that have some pretty decent attack.

Chandelure for his fancy upbringing/Orthax deal with stealing souls. Bisharp for his leadership and thirst for revenge since the Pokédex claims Bisharp will always pursue its prey. Absol purely for the white design (to match his hair heh) but also it’s ability to sense disasters before they happen makes me think of Orthax adding Cassandra’s name to the list before Percy had even realized she betrayed them. Hisuian Zoroark also for the matching white but mainly Zoroark’s ability to create illusions. Percy in the campaign had the ability to create minor illusions and he used it enough times to note it. Finally, Luxray partially for the electric typing to go with Percy’s tinerkerer side/the diplomacy glove and its gold eyes that can “see through anything” just makes me think of Percy’s demon eyes with Orthax.

Tldr: Percy gets Empoleon, Absol, Luxray, Chandelure, Bisharp, Hisuian Zoroark

On to Vex— she definitely leans towards grass/flying to me but I feel like she could toe the line with fire, fairy or even ice in the mix

Her starter is 1000% Decidueye on account that it’s literally a flying archer. For the others I would pick Ursaluna, Milotic, Roserade, Mismagius, Mimikyu.

Ursaluna covers its body with a hard type of mud to create natural armor which matches Trinket and his armor. Milotic because it is seen as one of the most beautiful Pokémon to exist and the Pokédex describes its ability to charm others into forgetting combat (like Vex’s own charm). Roserade more or less fits the same as Milotic being incredibly beautiful, luring opponents in before it lethally strikes. Mismagius I initially put on here solely for the witch hat reference. And I would give her Mimikyu over Percy because Mimikyu’s whole thing is that it desperately wants others to love it so it disguises itself as something everyone does love hoping to receive the same love. Just like Vex trying desperately to have her father love her by trying to dress and act more noble and elven than her true half elven status.

Tldr: Vex gets Decidueye, Ursaluna, Milotic, Roserade, Mismagius, and Mimikyu

Of course these are just my opinions so feel free to disagree or share your own!!

[j0kers-light]

how would j react if reader was in a coma.... i read "just one check" (i think that was the name of the one about the bank robbery and reader getting shot?)

and i kinda want to see him feel sad and guilty. maybe readers in a coma for a week or two. i feel like j would be upset seeing her laying in a hospital bed with tons of iv's coming out of her. or and im not sure how he'd react to her being weak and confused when she wakes up. and you don’t have to write it if it’s too sad/dark 🫶 i just kinda love hospital soap operas so i thought of this 😂

His Lighthouse: Say Something (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Say Something - Oneshot

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

Phew this was an old request! I'm slowly getting back on schedule! Its never too dark of a request for me to write anon! I looooooooove dark content lol 🤭That being said, let's get into it! You requested sad and guilty Joker visiting bedside, you got it! It’s giving soap ops, like One Life to Live, vibes! I penned this on high off of period hormones and during the Super Bowl so buckle up and grab a tissue box! Joker is gonna be in his feels!! (and so was I)

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This was his fault. He deserved to be the one suffering not you.

You did nothing in this life to warrant such a fate. Joker felt sick to his stomach being in your presence but at the same time, staying by your side was his penance.

Even in a coma, Joker could argue that your beauty remained. Your colored skin, normally so rich and smooth, now gave off a mythical aura against the white hospital sheets. Your countenance was like an elfin or fae. All in all, you gave sleeping beauty a run for her title.

Nurses and doctors bustled in one after the other to check your vitals as you slept on. Joker paid no mind. He was far too distracted by the constant beeping in your room. Everything was so loud; it quickly became a sensory overload. He flagged down a terrified nurse and demanded that she turn them off.

"I... I can't sir. Y/n needs them to survive." That's when Joker realized just how grave your injuries were.

She took the time to point out each machine you were hooked up to and its function. Joker lost count after ten.

He felt so small surrounded by all this tech. He knew nothing at all. For once, Joker had to trust someone to help him. He'd do anything to keep you alive and well. He already failed half of that promise, there was no more room for error.

He wanted to grab ahold of your hand, but it looked so fragile lying on the hospital bed. Your nails were still manicured in your f/c and shape however your skin was pulled taunt so that three different IV lines could puncture your arm. The doctors had turned you into a pin cushion and Joker could only hope that you recovered from this.

He had nothing but time to guilt trip himself into a downward spiral. He didn't rescue you fast enough and this was the consequence.

His enemies knew killing you would destroy the Prince of Crime once and for all and they nearly succeeded. Joker almost didn't recognize you when he found you.

Frost and the others assumed the worst, but they miraculously found a pulse and that was their cue to rush you to the nearest hospital. Joker didn't care about the fallout— he walked straight through the front door with you in his arms, clown makeup and all.

His sudden appearance caused panic, and no one dared to help until Dr. Sarai and her personal team arrived and wheeled you into an OR. Joker was then ushered into a safe room. He expected the staff to call Batman or the police, but they never did.

He never understood why.

Sarai broke it down plainly. "We don't judge here. You didn't see the desperation on yo' face when ya brought Y/n in. How could we rip you away when it's obvious ya need to be 'ere with her?"

She guided Joker to a VIP room where he and his goons could visit freely without raising any suspicions. It was then Joker saw you for the first time all patched up. It was a shock to see how badly he failed at keeping you safe. Why did you of all people have to suffer like this?

If he could transfer your pain to him, he'd do it in a heartbeat to rid you of this misery. For now, all he could do was watch over you helplessly.

He grew to appreciate the steady beeps and hisses that filled your room. Each sound reported in real time that you were still alive. You were fighting to stay with him and he hoped you were giving it your all.

Joker was still learning to love. If he lost you then he would never try again, for no one deserved to have his heart after you cherished it so. It belonged to you and you alone. You were the best warden in this prison called love and he never wanted to escape. He was just too addicted.

An unexpected shrill noise brought him out of his thoughts. A crash team rushed through the sliding doors and carefully pushed him back.

He didn't have the time to be offended, "What's going on?!" What were they doing to you?

No one answered him as they talked amongst themselves; he didn't understand a single word of their medical jargon, but he did catch, "Call a code!"

He had seen enough tv dramas to know what that meant. A doctor voiced the trademark "clear!", and everyone threw up their hands as he shocked you with paddles. The obnoxious beeping continued and then it hit Joker.

The most important machine of them all. Your heart monitor. Joker memorized the rhythmic rises and falls as you breathed in your sleep. He could listen to your heart for the rest of his life. You were unable to talk but your heart spoke volumes.

And now it was screaming out for help.

"We're losing her. We gotta get her into an OR."

It all happened so fast. One minute you were comatose in your room, the next they were pushing your bed down the hall into surgery. All that was left was the snake-like cords from the many machines you were previously hooked to. Joker was left in your room at a loss.

It was far too quiet with you and your life's music gone.

Sarai found Joker still sitting in the bedside chair hours later. It didn't appear that he moved an inch. The clown was mute, staring at the mess of cords on the floor. Sarai glanced at them briefly before clearing her throat.

"Her lung collapsed again. We've managed to stabilize her but I gotta stress. It's lookin' like a temporary fix." She flinched at the haunting green eyes staring at her.

"WhaT. Does. That. Mean?"

Great, he was already going through the stages of denial. How could she put this mildly? "It means... Y/n might not survive this."

He flung a rolling cart that was left behind into the wall. Its loud crash made Sarai jump. Somehow she remained composed. Joker wasn't mad at her but at the situation. She had to keep that in mind with what would come next.

He stormed over to her and growled, "Do not ever imply my Light might..." Joker's throat closed up mid-sentence. He refused to say it aloud. "Y/n will be fine. She's stronger than you think." He noted.

"I get that but let's face the facts. They moved her to the ICU so she could be on a ventilator."

"Great another machine." Joker sighed.

"That machine is breathing for her, Joker. If she loses any more oxygen to her brain, she'll be a vegetable. No shocks or surgeries can fix dat." Sarai waited until Joker locked eyes with her to drop the bomb. "She'll be brain dead."

All was quiet as her words sank in. Joker didn't expect forever with you, although he originally hoped for a few years at best. Time was never a given when this relationship first began.

Joker was a wanted criminal and you, a famous citizen. It wasn't destined to work out but the two of you made time. Living in the moment on borrowed time was enough, you were happy with J but now that happiness was being ripped away.

He couldn't think straight. The possibility of you dying hadn't registered before but it became clear now. If only he been with you—kept you safe, then you would have never been abducted.

This was all his fault.

"I wanna see her." He mumbled. Maybe seeing you again would help him make the right choice. At the most it would curb his sense of helplessness. Sitting around was doing nothing for his nerves.

Sarai nodded and handed Joker a nurse uniform. "Y/n is on a different floor. Change into this 'n follow me."

He worn a similar outfit like this long ago so the disguise wasn't an issue. It gave Joker access to walk alongside Dr. Sarai onto the ICU floor. There was a completely different atmosphere coming off the elevators. The dread was palpable and clung to his clothes.

Joker could smell death that lingered in the air. He knew the smell all too well given his profession and it made his heart drop to his stomach, catching a whiff of it when he opened your door.

You were knocking on death's door and the cruel man was inviting you in.

Joker pulled down his hospital mask and slowly crept towards your side. In the few hours he'd seen you last; you took a turn for the worse.

It was going on two weeks that you been in the hospital, all of which you spent in a coma. There were countless surgeries and consultations and yet your health seemed to decline not improve. Maybe Sarai was right. He should probably entertain reality as painful as it will be.

Joker came to a stop near your bedside to stare at your frail form. He knew from just one glance that you couldn't survive for much longer. This wasn't his Bunny anymore. All the light was sucked out of you and made you so small.

"I'll give ya some privacy." Sarai said as she stepped out. She knew Joker needed to be alone with his grief.

There couldn't be any witnesses to what he was about to say.

Pleading for someone to stay alive was such a foreign concept to him. Usually for him, it was the other way around, however Joker always found himself doing the unthinkable whenever it pertained to you.

J cleared his throat before he began his dire plea.

"Hey uh it's meeee, Y/n. I dunno if you can hear me but I uhh.. Geez, I don't know what to do without ya here. What I'd kill to have those pretty eyes of yours lookin' my way. To hear your laugh. T-To feel your warm touch on mine.." Joker exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.

He refused to cry. He did not cry yet a drop or two fell anyhow. If you were awake. the scene unfolding would be jaw dropping.

Joker was a ruthless man with a matching reputation. None of that mattered as he spoke from the heart.

"Uh, if you're tired, t-that's okay, Y/n. Say the word and... d__n it, I'll let ya go, okay?! I'll swallow my pride. I can.. I can say goodbye when its time, but you gotta work with me doll. Give me a sign you're ready and I'll listen. But until then please... Fight. Stay alive.. stay w-with me, Y/n."

Joker choked up and backed away, suddenly unable to breathe.

His hands were shaking and there was a ringing in his ears. J thought he was hearing one of your machines going off but your vitals were the same, sluggish but constant.

It was just a panic attack that had him all discombobulated. You were okay (for now), but he was far from it.

Why did he think you would hear him at his most vulnerable moment?

This was nothing like the numerous tv show dramas where a heartfelt speech would instantly make the sick patient wake up. He was stupid for getting his hopes up and beyond weak for shedding tears for this. He got himself back under control and made himself comfortable on the room's guest bed.

He had to just hope that you would be okay. That's all he could do.

Funny how a week ago he couldn't stand the noise your monitors made. But now? The slow beeps of your heart were his lullaby.

The staccato pitfalls of your imminent demise roused him awake. Another team of personnel burst through the door, each one working on autopilot to get you back stable.

You were crashing again. Another code. A shame that this became your version of normal.

Could it be your lungs failing again or did Joker's nightmare finally come true? Was this the sign he asked for last night? Was this your way of saying you were giving up? He honestly didn't know.

"No pulse! Charging to one hundred sixty joules!"

Joker sat in the corner, resigning himself to this fate. That familiar bitter smell cloaked your room. You weren't coming back after this.

More beeping, more calls for procedures and useless equipment. There was so much commotion, he was forced to drown it all out in order to think straight.

By no means was Joker a religious man yet in that moment, he closed his eyes and prayed to any high power who would listen.

'Please don't take her from me. I thought I could let her go. I can't. I just can’t.'

Their attempts at keeping you alive went on and on for what seemed like forever until someone brave enough walked over to Joker's hunched form to deliver the news.

He appeared to be mumbling to himself, but she couldn't be for certain. It made for a weird sight.

"Um sir? We need your permission to.."

So it was happening whether he was ready or not. So much for prayers. Joker wondered why he even bothered.

He knew what they were asking for, yet he couldn't help being bitter in his reply. "To whaT?" He snapped.

The female nurse jumped at the frosty tone, "T-To pull the... um. We'll give you some time alone."

She nodded at the others and in seconds the room was empty, save for you and Joker.

Joker went to sleep fearing this moment would come. He thought he would have more time to prepare. He wasn't ready to say goodbye, yet Fate was oh so cruel.

The brief time that J spent with you skirted across his memory. He would never forget your eyes the first time he saw you. So bright and expressive. Your bravery and wit blew him away and your deep scars from your past humbled him. Joker had never met someone so resilient. You lived up to your nickname.

You were his Light; always and forever.

He would never forget your voice; how it felt in the hushed early mornings and intimate late nights, or your whimsical mind inspiring him to greatness. You changed him for the better in a fraction of a year.

There were just too many memories to recap as he shuffled over to your body.

Only a few vital machines were keeping you between life and death and they strained to complete their assigned workload. Even to the end, you were stubbornly fighting but it wasn't enough to sustain you.

Joker gently smoothed your hair back from your face. "M'sorry Y/n. I gotta let you go." He rested his forehead against yours.

You managed the unthinkable. You made The Joker cry.

There was no time for theatrics, Joker spoke boldly and true.

"You're the only woman I'll love. I will never choose another, I swear. I am so sorry that I couldn't get to you. Please, Y/n. I'll do anything just please.. don't go."

For so many years Joker refused to be weak— he had a reputation to uphold, a symbol to represent; all of that meant nothing if you were gone. He would be nothing but a broken shell of a man.

Joker cried as if his tears could bring you back.

At first, he almost missed it. Maybe he was hallucinating in his time of grief— but then it happened again.

A slight twitch. Coma patients didn't move unless...

J was pretty insane (he had papers to prove it) so he questioned if this was all a trick of his mind. Before he got his hopes up, he needed to be sure this was actually happening.

And so, you have him a sign.

The back of your eyelids moved. The heart monitor picked up a sudden spike in activity.

He felt your hand jerk. He saw your chest rise and fall. Joker felt as if he could breathe air again. He wasn't crazy! This was actually happening! His life regained its purpose as more and more signs were recorded on your systems.

And finally, the cusp of the performance; An explosion of alerts. Your heart was now beating too fast, the ventilator automatically turning off to let your lung take over.

Joker couldn't scream loud enough. "NURSE!" He mashed the call button as you struggled to wake fully. "C'mon Bunny, that's it! Look. At. Me!"

Two weeks he went without gazing into your gorgeous eyes. He could happily drown in them if only you would grace him with the sight. He didn't have to wait much longer.

Your colored eyes immediately met Joker's expectant gaze. "Welcome back, my Light."

[devildom-moss]

!!! OPEN REQUESTS YEAHH!! Okay so because I'm an absolute bitch for religious guilt - could I request Raphael having to tap out during his first time having sex with MC? Like he thought he was ready but it very quickly becomes apparent that He Is Not.

Eons later, but I hope you will like this one anon. I had fun with it once I really got into it. Please excuse if the end feels a little abrupt though. There is a little bit of hand stuff, and I really tried to work in that religious guilt as best as I could. Enjoy~ also what? I'm giving it a title??

Absolution

(Raphael x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (no sex, heavy petting, check-ins, heavy religious guilt, stopping after foreplay, revoked consent)

Word Count: +2,300

Raphael’s restraint was a great creature he had crafted beautifully with something mythic to its strength. Even in his merciless rain of spears, he had always held himself back. That was, in his mind, one of his virtues: a holy skill he had mastered more artfully than most. He was not void of temptation, but Raphael practiced a strict divine denial.

Yet now that you were finally alone in his room, Raphael struggled to suppress his need. He had so seldom wanted the touch of another angel – let alone from someone as forbidden as a human. But with you, the feeling that spread through his body was stronger than “want.”  It ached and burned. Perhaps, Raphael figured, that was what he deserved for the intensity of his lust and the depth of his longing; it was all so sinful, the way his mind traced the outline of your body hundreds of times before his fingertips ever dared to, so perhaps he had earned this painful, convoluted desire.

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked him nervously – careful not to get your hopes too high. Scanning the room, you could tell he had cleaned since Simeon’s last lament about the state of Raphael’s and Solomon’s living conditions. There were still sewing supplies in odd corners with random scraps, bobbins, and assorted tools adorning nearly every surface, excluding a chair and his bed. You had hoped that focusing on his room would distract you from a delusional desire: that Raphael had dragged you into his room to finally fuck you. Or, at least, it would have been delusional had he not been staring at you in a way that sent shivers up your spine as your eyes landed on his soft face.

“You’re so enticing.” Raphael’s words hung in the air. His hands reached for you, barely grazing the skin on your forearms as he dragged his fingertips down to your wrist and traced over your hands. In Raphael’s cautious mind, you were molded perfectly, and if he touched you with the force of his desire, he might change your shape forever. He knew an angel should never interfere with the lives of humans. Certainly then, that meant he could never touch your body in the lecherous ways he wanted to.

It seemed he was blind to his own allure, even as you were drawn into him by his pure blue eyes. You tried to make it chaste when you kissed him, smothering the wanton black hole in the pit of your stomach that threatened to consume you both. The sudden warmth of your body spread through Raphael. Even the sunlight that kissed his skin in the Celestial Realm could not compare.

His cheeks burned, and he felt that he might combust and be cast from the heavens for indulging in the simple pleasure of your body. Yet he pushed and pulled for more, dragging you towards his bed as his lips continued to move against yours in a heated frenzy. You toppled over him with the wanting grace of a human, pressing his shoulders deeper into the mattress as you tried to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to pull me into your bed so suddenly,” you laughed sheepishly to distract from your racing pulse. Raphael rarely kissed you like that – like he wanted you more than words could ever say. It flustered you in the way that one who does not voice their desires might be fazed when handed exactly what they silently hoped for – a combination of embarrassment, surprise, and delight.

“I don’t mind.” He was as serious as ever despite the faint pink flush on his cheeks. Perhaps that made you all the more hopeful. Raphael stared up at you with an equal desire. “Keep going.”

Following his request, you slid your hands from his shoulders, down his arms, and took hold of his hands, intertwining your fingers and pinning him on either side of his head. He let you take the lead, leaning down to capture his lips in another desperate kiss.

In a way, Raphael believed that if he let you take control, he could take less accountability for his lust. He was simply following your movements, bending to your desire. You could reshape him however you pleased if it meant he could have you. Maybe it would be okay for you to touch him. Maybe he could be forgiven if you used him.

You kissed down his neck, your breath tickling his skin. As much as you riled him up, Raphael restrained his voice and stayed quiet – save the sharp inhale when you bit him and the trembling of his breath afterwards.

“Are you okay?” you asked, pulling away before you had the opportunity to properly mark him. His willful silence – that awful habit of subduing himself – left you wondering if he was enjoying the feeling of your lips on his skin.

“I’m alright.” Raphael smiled up at you softly, panting slightly. “It feels nice. Your mouth is so warm.”

His admission sounded sweet and compliant – as if his silence was due to a lust-filled daze that had engulfed him. He looked so cute with that glazed over sheen in his eyes. “Can I touch you more?”

“I think –” Raphael started, “I’d like that.”

You let go of one of his hands to slide your fingers up his exposed abdomen, sneaking them just under the hem of his top. He shuddered at your touch. A faint blush rose on his cheeks, and he stared up at you, eyes hazy and lidded and more overcome with pleasure than before.

Beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, your middle finger danced gently over his heart before you dipped down to kiss him again. Raphael melted against you, kissing back greedily. He could barely taste you with his dulled tongue, and yet he craved more. Even your subtle flavor burned in his mouth, but it wasn’t enough for him. The sheets crumpled in his free hand from growing frustration. Would a weaker angel have caved in and touched you? Would a stronger one resist you harder – never finding themselves in this position under you? Would they have felt the pull less like that of a black hole? Perhaps like a star? Perhaps you would not even be a heavenly body. Perhaps to a stronger angel, you were nothing, with no pull of your own.

As you brushed your thumb over his nipple and deepened the kiss, you earned a low groan – as if Raphael was shocked by the sudden pleasure. No one had dared tease this celestial body before you. He would never allow it.  

When you pulled back, he was panting and flushed in an erotic daze unfitting for an angel. Your name left him in a whine, “MC. More.”

His free hand slid up your neck, and he pulled you back to him, crashing his lips against yours. As waves hit the shore in a growing storm, the pleasure washed over him and threatened to pull him under. He grew more desperate and eager. He had already laid his hand upon your body. It would be a shame to stop.

You pulled the occasional whimper from his chest between heavy panting and the sound of your fervent kissing. When Raphael broke the kiss, you refused to take the time to catch your breath and, instead, dipped down to kiss up his sternum, pushing his top up as you did. He moaned softly under every brushstroke of your lips.

Somehow, your wariness had not left, ran hiding at the prospect of having such a beautiful, deadly creature in your grasp. You knew you’d never gotten this far with him before. You wanted to tread lightly, but your caution only tormented Raphael. He wanted you to take him before he could think about it – before the guilt could consume him faster than the pleasure.

“Take your shirt off,” he demanded. “I want to see you.”

You let go of him, counting the scarce seconds it took to discard the shirt, tossing it – unintentionally – in a heap of its fabric relatives. It took six seconds before your hand was re-laced with his. Raphael followed where your hands connected, up your arm, and over your chest. He admired every inch like you were a saintly statue, suddenly immovably beautiful. No matter how he touched your body, you were incorruptible.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, sounding like some benevolent saint, in Raphael’s ear. Your hand slid down his chest to the bulge in his pants. He had been so focused on the feeling of your touch – every burn caused by those beloved fingertips – that he had hardly noticed how much you affected him until you brought him to attention. Raphael keened when you caressed him, overcome by the intensity, the sharp pleasure – a lament for his own innocence. It was the loudest declaration you had received from him, and it was a mess of anxious rapture. You stopped in surprise. “Are you alright? We can stop if –”

“No. Don’t,” Raphael cut you off. His eyes were damp with unshed tears. “I can take it. Please?”

To whom he was begging, he did not know. Was it to you, whose affection had ensnared him in sin? Was it to his maker, to allow him this simple ecstasy – to reward his centuries of faithful resolve? Was it to himself – one last plea for the return of his restraint? Was it to his weakness, to overcome his fear and bless him with one sacred union?

“If you want to stop,” you bit your hope back to reassure him, “just say the word.”

“Touch me. I want it,” he insisted – still half to himself.

With the sweet, needy look on his face, you didn’t need much convincing. You undid his pants and released his aching cock. Raphael shut his eyes tight, unable to bare the tenderness in your eyes as you stroked him slowly. He had never felt pleasure like this before. The room spun and seemed to dissolve into the ether.

“I’m going to use my mouth now, okay?” you warned him, kissing down his pelvis.

“Wait!” Raphael’s eyes shot open, and he squeezed your hand desperately. “Don’t. I’ll. . . I can’t.”

You sat up quickly and watched as he covered his eyes with his arm, coveting a place to hide his shame – somewhere no one could find it. He hoped to hide where he would not be marked by your touch nor stained with your scent. Or better yet, he wanted these acts to not debase him so. Raphael felt dirty and impure – a disgrace of a seraph that, he expected, would unfurl tainted wings had he dared to test his own sanctity. I’m an angel, he reassured himself, I couldn’t spill into their mouth like some depraved creature.  One could touch a perfectly sculpted statue and it would remain, but to paint it – even with angelic fluid – would be an affront to your creator. And suddenly, he worried, What would Michael think?

It was clear that he wasn’t ready. You got off him, but when you tried to remove your hand from his, he tightened his grip and refused to let go. Confused about how much distance would comfort him, you rolled over on your back next to Raphael and inched closer without ever touching him – except through the single point of contact he had clung to. From there, he could feel your warmth without rapidly colliding with your body, resulting in his sole disastrous ruin. He stared up at the ceiling, and your eyes followed his as if he had guided you to face the heavens with him and repent.

“I’m sorry. Forgive me.” Raphael whispered so quietly that you doubted yourself.

“Are you asking me. . . or Him?”

“Both, I think.” Raphael managed a rueful smile, the corner of which you caught in your periphery.

“Well,” you mimicked his mournful look, “I can’t speak for God, but, it’s okay.”

“I wanted to, but. . .” he trailed off, grasping for something to justify himself – anything that would rectify him, even under the many scrutinizing eyes of the Celestial Realm.

“It’s okay,” you reassured.

“But it’s not. I’ve sinned. My thoughts betray me when I’m around you.”

“Oh.” That was all you could offer – a guilty sacrifice of a syllable that was as empty and baseless as compassion could be. You wished you had more to give.

“But I don’t want to be apart from you.” You were appeased.

“I don’t want to be apart from you, either.”

Raphael turned to you, eyes damp and pleading but still burning. He spoke just above a whisper, “I want absolution.”

“What?” You turned to him with your eyes narrowed. “From me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how to give you that. I’m not a priest, and you’re an angel. What do I even say?” His request flustered you terribly. He may as well have asked you to bear responsibility for his own fall. He adored you, and it was all your fault. Only you could sanctify him again, but you had no clue how. “I forgive you. Is that enough?”

“Can you kiss my hand?” he asked you sweetly.

You reached over to take his other hand in yours and brought them both up to your lips. “I forgive you.”

You placed another kiss on his hands. It was a crude, informal cleansing – vulgar in its execution and in the rush of thoughts it inspired that flooded Raphael’s mind. And yet, he felt himself purified and restored to glory. So sweet was your vindication that he would risk himself anew.

“I may be tempted again,” he admitted. “Would you wait for me and absolve me once more when it’s over?”

[celestialdragoncookie]

Ekkk!!! I love the story you made Abt the Phoenix in my AU!!!

But also, just to be clear, the Fire stone/gems are pearl shaped, but you can call them whatever you prefer, and also, here's another idea Abt this next story

So since Y/N is a Phoenix, despite her wings being ripped apart/away from her, she's still a Phoenix, so she might grow new ones later on, but also, her fire would probably keep everyone warm in the kingdom as she can manipulate fire at will, or do anything with her fire

So, I think that Y/N would probably keep everyone in the kingdom a bit warm, since her present can stretch out for miles or kilometers even, and she's planning an escape soon enough... But she wonder if she could pull it off if she eventually grow her wings back while keeping it hidden from them

(and just call me Anon or Y/N, whatever you prefer, and I like your au too :3, and I'm a new fan btw, but you could chose how the story go if you'll like :D)

" Fetchling's First Flight" Yandere Three brothers x Hybrid Phoenix Reader:

The phoenix a being of mystical power, it's flames rival the mightiest of the heavenly flames, born from the depths of the pure fire turned to ashes reborn from it as they are not afraid of death as they are one with the nature. You one of the mighty mythical beings, born to rule the sky and here trapped in a darn cage like some animal believing your just a rare beautiful pearl just fished out from the auction. Due to being a phoenix, one of the perks is regeneration as within mere three days your wings healed but dark cacao cookie personally ripped them, taking pleasure in ripping it off clean as you cry and beg in pain to stop it but it only worsened and fueled his sadistic urges. Hundred of years have passed still stuck in this darn cage, the three psychos did everything to do like giving affection to doing something more which made you cringe in disgust, shiver in fear because of the phobia of darkness and loneness. During your caged years, warming up the entire kingdom ranging from kilometers to miles away making the life of the citizens easier to live, watched many warriors passed becoming legends and names ingraved on the alter of the fallen also watched caramel arrow cookie becoming the first watcher and churchy chip cookie passing out as a wolf commander. They even confiscated your precious mystical pearls as they took your damn hard work and energy time to investigate and find them. As tonight is the night where you will planned your escape as the security around the dungeons and kingdom wasn't very tight, as stole the key from the sleeping guard nearby hiding your now healed wings and made a dash towards the outside exit. Galloping through the hallways connected to the royal courtyard, suddenly collided with someone fall straight on the stone cold floor heart beating faster knowing your screwed look up only to see princes dark Choco Cookie son of Dark cacao cookie and Dark Shadow Milk Cookie son of Dark Dragon Cacao cookie. Both of them glared at you as your dough sweats in fear, shivering before you made a shriek dark Choco Cookie clasps on your mouth with hand look around giving you a shushed gesture he said " don't worry we will help you escape this kingdom" as dark shadow nodded in response which you them an untrustworthy expression but followed them anyway. Going through the secret passageway knowing every crook and cranny of the infrastructure of this castle, the three of you arrived towards the giant black gate, your heart beating faster knowing the ticket towards the sweet freedom is outside waiting for you but it was a false hope as the three brothers were there, thier timing was accurate knowing your arrival.

Dark Dragon Cacao cookie glared at his rebellion son said with tone filled with Venom and cold especially disappointment, he hissed said " you little piece of trash, how dare you try to escape this place with my precious pearl?". Dark shadow took out his staff and dark Choco Cookie took his sword readying for battle, dark cacao cookie took out his grape jam Choco blade look at his son eyes filled with pity especially disappointment asked more of a question" Why my son? Why going against your father? Why don't join me instead?". But it only fuels dark Choco Cookies rage he clashes against his father's sword said with a hint of disgust, rage especially sadness said" Your no father of mine, a ruler shouldn't cage someone against their will AND YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED A KING". As he clashes his sword fighting his father, dark shadow had a trouble look on his face as he was busy dealing with his father and uncle because his father was really pain in the ass to deal with he looked at you and yells " Run Fetchling fly away become one with the sky once again and don't worry about us". That snapped you out of the fear nodded in determination ran faster and faster extended your healed wings and flew away into the air but dark dragon cacao cookie tried to flew after you but dark shadow pounced on him clasping his father's wings preventing his chase. As you disappeared into the dark snowy clouds, leaving behind a shrill cry of victory as phoenix rejoiced in regaining it's long lost freedom. Now gathering all of the five of the mystical Pearls, revival of the clan is up ahead thanks to the sacrifice of the two princes.

Back in the kingdom, dark dragon cacao cookie was fuming in anger barely contained his rage, as Demonos Cacao cookie was punching the incompetent guards due to loss of his precious treasure. Dark Dragon slashed his son's face as droplets of blood coated on his claws and the snow but that didn't destroyed dark shadow milk cookies will nor succumbed to fear as he glared at his father. Dark Dragon Cacao ordered the guards to put the two rebellion princes into deepest parts of the dungeons, as the sight of the princes were gone. The three brothers look at the sky where you disappeared, your escape only fueled thier determination and Desire to capture and " Shield" you from the horrors of this world, your little escape will be made a grand festive chase now have a little taste of freedom you currently have good luck surviving thier tendencies.

[kit-williams]

Mer Anrir alt au

So this year @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan wrote a fic in their mer au involving Anrir and Draga and well I wanted to play along so This is set in their Living Waters AU, think of this as an explanation of how Draga became a mer. Link to their fic

CW: BLOOD, Death of characters, cannibalism? (Human eating mer flesh)

Tag List:

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

@sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina @the-californicationist

@beckyninja @superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon @saintsylestine @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Song Recommendation: Hold, Release; Rakshasa and Carcasses

His Draga was gone... taken from her place by those on land. His singing carried him far from the one named Claude, but that didn't matter as his beloved was missing. His voice running hoarse as he swam in the air looking for her.

The one who had been called Draga was back to being some fancy doll. A smile painted on her lips as the bruises painted her back. They were back to parading her around threatening to lock her away in some asylum if she dared act up at all. It was a mental lunacy... a social experiment… a special oppression... it was everything except what it actually was. The fancy food tasted like ash in her mouth. The scavenged food tasted better... she stepped out onto the balcony remembering Anrir bringing her food.

The mer frightened her as any mythical beast like that should. With the tales he told... the armor he wore… so many would be dead at his claws. Yet it seemed that all the ancient fish wanted was her attention. He wanted her love... her body, and she would give him it. Pearls that would be crushed in his jaws... intimate moments taken in hidden caves or even under bridges. Anrir wasn't picky. She swore that she heard his singing. That powerful voice on full display. "Anrir" she whispered.

His earfin twitched as he sliced through the water. He saw his Draga! He swam up below her. "Draga."

She leaned over slightly feeling her heart flutter at the sight of the skull mask looking up at her and those red ear fins poking out through his hair, his tail pulsed its lightening. She wanted to cry but she kept firm, holding out a hand to keep him below the railing. But oh how he kissed her finger tips. "Anrir... I'll be out later... to say goodbye." Was all she said pulling away and he watched her, tense as a man kissed her cheek.

She was ready to tell Anrir goodbye after the party ended but perhaps she was hoping... would he steal her away? She walked back onto the balcony and there he sat like a classical siren upon the rocks. He pulls the skull mask off his face as he holds his arms out. She was afraid of the powerful mer but she felt safe in his arms. "Anrir." she sobbed, holding him tight, his tail wrapping around her.

"Draga... My Draga. You were stolen away from me." He says into her hair

"My parents found me." she wept "They won't let me go. I suspect that this is going to be goodbye."

Anrir looked emotionless for a moment before grinning, grinning like a mad man. He held out his hand and in his palm rested a chunk of still bleeding flesh. "Eat of my flesh and drink of my blood Draga… strip away it all and become something more."

She stared at the chunk of flesh in his hand, seeing the place on his hip where he tore the flesh from. "Anrir..."

"Be mine forever." He purred, depositing the flesh into her palm. "Be free of these bindings. sing with me in the moonlight." 

She stared at it for a long time, before eating the raw bleeding flesh of Anrir. He started to shamelessly sing loudly, certainly the whole manor would know that there was a mar there. She could only hear him sing as the chair in front of the doors kept them closed, drowning out calls of her name. Blood ran down her chin as she looked up at Anrir as he held a bottle of seawater. It was poured over her head like some twisted baptism as pain became her world. Anrir sung along with her screams as flesh fused and bones shifted. 

Her eyes turned to the balcony doors as pain faded... what did you do? reaches her new ears and she laughs as Draga was finally free and something inside of her wanted blood.

Mother was the first to die to her new claws. The symphony of screams that follows Draga's rebirth into something new… something beautiful… human flash gave way so easily to her claws. Anrir’s manic singing as he followed her into the building killing anyone daring to try and harm his beloved. The night blurred as memories ran red from the trauma of a helpless little girl all to the loud powerful vocals of Anrir’s song.

Blood soaked kisses and her own manic laughter as she joined in the song, new vocal cords tried but she eventually got there… though she sang utter nonsense. The high of justice faded as bodies strewn about the home grew cold. She finally met a brother she didn’t know existed for the brief hours that she was the head of the family; she made sure he only had those she trusted with him. She left him with an Aunt that helped her until she had to hide even more from their now dead parents. 

But there was nothing left for her on land, as before the mornings light she was once more a missing person… singing in the deep with Anrir and within a year they would return to meet Claude but until then… she was enjoying her pure free.

[rubyeyes-rubyscales]

"Is something the matter dear..~?"

At the mouth of cave, a creature with the upper half of a gorgeous man with perfect, milky white skin, snowy-colored hair that reached past his midriff, and alluring ruby-red eyes, and the lower half of a serpent with reddish-black scales rested on a large flat rock, basking in the sun.

Hearing the rustling of leaves nearby, he opened his eyes slowly and demurely and looked up, a lazy smile spreading across soft and rosy lips.

"Ah, is my meal here..?" He chuckled low, pulling himself up to coil on the rock, looking down at the little trespasser who was oh-so brave enough to cross into his part of the wilderness.

"Only kidding, please calm yourself." He sighed, lying back down and leaning over the edge of the rock with a look of complete boredom with perhaps a hint of amusement.

"Well? Is there something you need?" He hissed out between sharp fangs, equally sharp eyes narrowing on the cute prey who stepped into his home.

He blinked with confusion at the newcomers answer, amusement becoming more prominent in those usually dull ruby eyes.

"You want to know about me? Well, I suppose I'll indulge since you seem to have just.. no idea of this place.."

He smiled as though he were planning some kind of plot in the back of his mind.

"My name is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, darling. I protect all who live in my territory, which is where you are right now. I am.. What you could call a protector. I keep the humans away. Did that satisfy your curiosity?"

Okay so, Shibusawa in @tainted-mutt 's AU is a Naga and somewhat protects the hybrids who stumble upon him. He's a bit shifty, but it's from many years of being isolated and far from any social interactions. His snake half is a sort of russet color with lighter brownish-red belly scales.

In this AU he's around twenty-four, so he's aged down. He's also venomous, just to make this a bit more fun. He genuinely doesn't understand social cues so if anyone tries flirting with him, have fun because he is oblivious!

He's honestly sort of creepy in an unsettling way, which makes sense since snakes are predators. He sees smaller hybrids as "prey" but means in a slightly endearing way. He doesn't eat other hybrids. Not often, at least.

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The snake speaks.. 🐍 (IC posts and interactions)

The soul sends a sign 💀 (OOC posts)

Hello little prey~ 🐭 (Answering anons)

A precious human.. ❤ (Interactions with @mythical-enthusiast )

MORE TO BE ADDED

OOC blog is @asillyprettything hope you like this silly

[occasionalsnippets]

First time I heard of the server, I'll check it out at a later time AND YEAH KIM SOLEUM. Him and his antics are so fun to read, especially with outsiders pov of the situation. I read the novel in mythic Regresssor and now I'm trying to read smt else while waiting for future updates so if you have any sites I can check to read pls tell me.

Shen Yuan and Fabio are my favorite brands of mc. Transmigrated troll who gaslights so hard that they end up convincing everyone including themselves. Both of them are nerds too(Shen Yuan with his focus on the Beasts and plants inside PIDW and Fabian constantly pulling random trivia or facts) and they end up flirting or charming the people around with realizing (hiting them with a pretty serious wife-beam)

I first came across OtherGod Apostle by looking through the horror-yaoi rec lists in Novel Updates I think January of last year? I let it marinate and forgot about it but seeing you talk about reminded me so thank you for that💐💐

- 'Apostle-serf Anon'

Asdkjh i haven't really read a lot of webnovels tbh (only really got obsessed recently) but if you're into idol webnovels, read top idol (복수하는 ���에 아이돌 탑 먹겠습니다) and assistant manager kim hates idols (김 대리는 아이돌이 싫어). Join the gsgw server!! there's a channel for recs!!

The wife-beam is so real asdakjh. Fighting Athanas! Good luck with Fabio's SSR ultra difficult masochist level otome route you save scummer!

I wanna read more stuff that's similar to othergod apostle... but i haven't really found anything yet... It's really hits everything I like (harem-y, horror, eldritch stuff, crazy characters). I should really work on my ocs x reader fic pet project that also has the stuff i like😭