#so look forward to whenever i finish that!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Michael (cb/t, b*llbusting, ) (((wip, likely won’t be finished))))

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To be scolded over the slightest things was annoying, hair ruffled by the wind? You’re getting yelled at. Clothes slightly as-cue? You’re getting chewed out for this. Micheal genuinely doesn’t care if his ‘Lord’ has a reason to look frazzled. He wants you to look perfect at all times.

He’d manually fix everything on your person so you looked picture perfect whenever roaming the streets..

Even with his admiration and affection you had to draw the line with his constant need to be in control.

Today was the day you had enough, with Gabriel feeling the need to interrupt you while you were showering once again. You hated the lack of privacy, you had shoved him away and before you could respond he has a hand on your thigh. “Let me take care of you, I’ll get it done faster and I’m more thorough.” He said in an almost proud tone as he reached for the soap, it slipped out of your hand and onto the ground.

You try to shove him back but he stands his ground. You think for a second, deciding to do what would make any man lose his ground. You hit him between his legs, a surprised yelp escapes him as he steps (or tries to) back but loses his footing, making him slip on the soap on the ground.

He lands on his knees legs spread, you bite your lip at the thoughts crossing your mind. You want to stomp on him, you want to tell him to go fuck himself for invading your privacy no matter how many times you tell him to stop.

He gives you a surprised glance. “Why are you looking at me like that? I just…slipped.” He fixes his soaked clothes as he adjust to sit up. You stop him by stomping on his clothed groin. He flinches and jumps a little. This time you get more of a reaction, he visibly winced his legs close around yours, he hugs your thigh for support. “Master…please, your weights…”

He half whimpered out, he was noticeably breathless as he tried to move back. “Does it hurt?” You hiss out, twisting your foot and making the angel writhe under you. You were grateful that the shower left you soaked, as you could feel yourself getting wet at the visual of the angel. “I hope it does.”

You growled the last part as you bounce your foot and Michael lurched forwards and almost knocks you over.

[shakingparadigm]

idk if your still busy so obviously finish what your doing before doing anything else but do you know how hyuna's prosthetic latches together?? I think theres like a knee-latch on her prosthetic that's a bit father down than her other leg but theres so much going of its hard to tell whats going in that area

Honestly I'm not sure how the mechanics of it would work, especially since there's got to be some weird alien technology or structure at play there. It's pretty different from what a prosthetic leg is like in real life, so it's tricky to make assumptions based on that, too.

There's some stuff I noticed about Hyuna's leg across the various official arts, though. Mostly the fact that it's inconsistent, and I kind of see a reason for it. Please forgive me as I go on a bit of a ramble.

In her original performance outfit the prosthetic is structured almost like it's just a normal leg molded out of metal. It's a lot more solid and is dark in color, almost black. It also seems as if it goes up to just her knee? Maybe it still goes up to her thigh and she just ripped her pants until the knee for better/unobstructed joint movement. It joins at the ball of her knee and seems to be composed of quite a few different parts, somewhat complicated.

In All-In, Hyuna's prosthetic is still mostly of average leg shape. The most notable difference is that the leg includes hollow spaces, most likely thinner parts assembled together as opposed to one solid leg. It's also a different, lighter color. We can infer from this image that her leg is until her upper thigh.

And then we have the latest one. Hyuna's leg in All-In seems to be until her upper thigh, but this image makes it seem as if it goes much higher than that (although it's most likely an artistic choice. maybe I shouldn't look into it too much. I've learned my lesson 😭). But it's interesting how this leg is the most unique, solid and without hollow spaces, but considerably thinner, more simple.

There's also the fact that you mentioned, the latch being farther down in comparison to her actual knee. It's different from her previous prosthetic legs which seem to join at the knee exactly and are much more similar to that of normal leg anatomy. For this prosthetic, her leg doesn't actually latch at the knee, it latches just a bit below it. The prosthetic knee may look a little lower, but it's just the way she's angled, left leg facing left and right leg facing forward.

Maybe I'm overexplaining something that's already obvious/basic knowledge, my bad. Also I'm no scientist, so I could be wrong.

Anyway, the fact that Hyuna's leg changes quite a bit is interesting. It could be a design shift from the earlier production of ALNST to the finalized version, but I personally like to think that Hyuna's leg changes because she replaces it sometimes. Her lifestyle calls for a lot of action, and while her body can heal itself overtime, her prosthetic leg is prone to wearing and breaking apart.

This is how I see it (just a theory/maybe headcanon):

The leg she has in her performance outfit is one supplied to her by the aliens, which is why it looks much more sturdy, more like a true human leg. They're very advanced, so they'd know exactly how to make one that best suits her. Once Hyuna escapes to the rebellion, she doesn't have access to that kind of material anymore, nor does she know how replicate it. So instead she gets creative, taking scraps of metal and joining them together to make another leg, which is why it looks considerably lighter and less complicated. Whenever her leg breaks, she (or someone from the rebellion) creates a new leg from the material they can find, which is why her legs become progressively more simple and less conventionally "leg-like" . It's no problem to her though, and she's very proud of it.

[astarionfreak]

👀 18, Astarion x Gale 👀👀👀👀

Ahhhhh!!! Perfect suggestion 🧛🧙

18. "I'm not going to beg." "Oh, but you will."

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here

Gale sat comfortably in a large, padded chair on the balcony. He sipped from an expensive glass of wine and flipped through the pages of his latest purchase — a book regarding lost secrets of the Underdark.

Astarion leaned agains the railing, enjoying the view of the night sky. The moon hung heavy on the horizon. It wasn’t the sun. But, when he glanced over at Gale, he was reminded that perhaps this life wasn’t so bad after all.

Gale looked up from his book and met Astarion’s eyes. “You’re staring again.”

“Yes.” Astarion pushed himself away from the railing and stepped closer to Gale.

“It’s distracting.” Gale shifted in the chair.

Astarion smiled and swiftly closed the distance between them. “I imagine it is, yes.”

“Well, stop it.” Gale looked back at the book, but his eyes weren’t moving. He wasn’t actually reading anything anymore.

Astarion took the opportunity to snatch the book out of Gale’s hands and snapped it shut. “Pay attention to me.”

Gale rolled his eyes. “I swear, sometimes you’re worse than Tara.”

“Only sometimes?” Astarion pouted. He placed a hand on each arm of the chair, effectively caging Gale beneath him.

“That isn’t the compliment you seem to believe it to be, Astarion.” Gale’s heartbeat quickened. He blushed.

Astarion had him right where he wanted him. “If you’re going to insult me, Gale. At least do it properly.”

“Very well. When you . . . finish . . . you make the most atrocious face.”

Astarion barked out a laugh. “You’re joking.” He studied Gale’s expression. Shit. He wasn’t joking. “I do not! Do I?”

“Yes, it’s sort of like . . .” Gale scrunched up his face in the most unattractive way.

“Hideous. I certainly do not look like that when I’m in the throes of passion. I would know.”

Gale nodded. “It’s the complete truth, unfortunately. I can show you, if you wish.”

“And how would you go about that? It’s not like I can just look in a mirror while I fuck you. Although . . .”

Gale managed to turn an even darker red. He cleared his throat nervously. “Let’s table that conversation for another night. I only meant I could conjure a duplicate.”

“Oh.” Astarion leaned back, releasing his grip on the arms of the chair. “I don’t . . . I haven’t seen this face in two hundred years. I didn’t think . . .”

Gale took Astarion’s hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Foolish of me to offer something so sobering when we were only joking. You need not make a decision tonight, of course. The offer is there whenever you’d like. If you’d like.”

Astarion nodded, eyes locking back onto Gale's. “Thank you, darling. I’ll give it some thought.”

“I did have an unrelated question,” Gale said. “I’m not sure if now is the best time.”

“Ask away.” Astarion pulled his hand out of Gale’s and waved it dismissively.

“Why haven’t you asked to drink my blood?”

Astarion tilted his head. “Why haven’t you offered?”

“I was waiting for you to ask,” Gale said.

“There’s your answer. I was waiting for you to offer.” Astarion’s eyes flicked to Gale’s neck, the steady pulse that hummed just beneath his skin. His scent had changed since the orb was removed. He was certainly more alluring. But Astarion hadn’t pressed him on the matter. Their relationship was tenuous enough at times. “But, since you brought it up. Would you like me to bite you, Gale?”

Gale shrugged. “I suppose I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little curious about the experience. I have read some truly fascinating — ”

Astarion leaned forward, hushing Gale with a kiss. Gale sighed into Astarion’s mouth, quickly relaxing as their lips glided smoothly against each other.

“Tell me later about what you’ve read, darling. For now, just do me a favor and get in the damn bed.” Astarion’s lips brushed against Gale’s as he spoke, he could feel Gale smiling against his mouth.

“Your wish is my command,” Gale whispered.

Within moments they were both in the bed they shared. Gale on his back, Astarion stretched out on top of him. Most of their clothes had been discarded on the way to the bedroom.

Astarion nestled his face into the curve of Gale’s neck, lips ghosting across his soft skin. He teased the tender flesh with his fangs, but did not yet sink them in.

“You want this as much as I do,” Astarion whispered.

Gale sighed softly. “What is it that gives you that impression?”

“Your heartbeat quickens when my teeth are on your skin. I can smell your desire. And, well, feel it.” Astarion slipped a hand between Gale’s legs, palming his half-hard length over the fabric of his underwear.

Gale choked back a moan. “It’s true. There is something — exciting about surrendering myself to you in that way.”

“As if I don’t already have you wrapped around my fingers,” Astarion teased.

Gale laughed and tilted his head, giving Astarion more access to his neck. “I allow you to believe that. You’re the one —”

Astarion reached beneath Gale’s underwear, curled his fingers around his cock, and squeezed gently. “What was that? I couldn’t hear anything after you started whimpering.”

“Astarion,” Gale gasped. “I thought we were here so you could feed.”

“Oh, we’ll get to that, darling. Don’t worry. I just want to hear you beg so sweetly before I sink my teeth into your pretty little neck,” Astarion purred.

“Bite me if you wish. I’m not going to beg,” Gale said.

Astarion began to slowly stroke Gale’s cock. “Oh, but you will.”

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Chapter 10 of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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@sincerely-sofie We made it to the double digits! Thank you so much for all your encouragement and nice words! It's what has kept me continuing with this story, despite the first chapter just kinda being a one off thing! I look forward to continuing it!

Dusknoir makes breakfast

"Do not ever forget that." Dusknoir uttered.

Even though he can't see his face, the light from the tail flame let him know exactly how Darkrai felt.

He let go of him, dropping him on the couch.

Dusknoir silently picked up the book he'd been learning Braille with and entered into his room. Quietly shutting the door, so as to not wake Celebi.

Dusknoir stood in front of his door for several moments before quietly slumping against it. His hands were shaking harder than he ever thought possible.

It wasn't her.

It's not her anymore.

That's Darkrai. Not Twig.

You didn't hurt Twig again.

That's not what Twig looks like anymore.

Dusknoir slowly breathed in and out.

He couldn't see Darkrai's face clearly. Even while so close to him.

But even if he looked like a painting had been left out in the rain before it could dry...

He still knew that look. It showed itself clearly in his mind despite his impaired vision.

He regretted intimidating him immediately

And it wasnt because he looked like her.

It was that expression of terror.

He felt he deserved it.

He tortured him and so many others for so long.

But the way his body completely froze when he grabbed him.

The same way that Twig did...

...

Dusknoir remembered how scared and vulnerable he felt whenever he was around Dialga.

He can't help but feel like he's not too different from how he acted.

Dusknoir wanted to apologize. And he didn't want to.

Dusknoir mustered the courage to peek out his door.

Darkrai had already left.

Dusknoir hesitated before he slunk back into his room.

He closed his door, and laid down in his bed.

Dusknoir quickly fell asleep. His thoughts swirled in spirals, chasing each other as he contemplated both throwing Darkrai out into the street, and begging for forgiveness.

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Dusknoir awoke before anyone else in the home.

His stomach growled in hunger.

That reminded him of how he heard Darkrai open and shut the pantry last night. Not having eaten anything.

Dusknoir felt... Well, it wasn't pity. Nor was it any kind of compassion. He thinks. He just remembers how difficult it was to have a full stomach so many years ago.

Dusknoir sighed as he rose from his bed. If he was going to feed Celebi and Grovyle, he might as well feed him too.

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It took much longer than Dusknoir would ever admit to manage to create a rudimentary stir fry. He had to sample several berries to ensure that he was still putting in Rawst berries instead of Yache (Why did they even buy those?). It was only after he garnished them that he'd realized that he'd forgotten to check if those were walnuts and not cashews. And he prayed that the vegetables he cooked were a darker color because of the heat and not because he burned them.

The fact that he couldn't read the recipe book made it worse. He'd practically eaten two small portions by the time he'd finished. Constantly tasting it to make sure it wasn't worse than Celebi's 'cooking'.

Blast this darn eye, if only Kip hadn't-

Dusknoir's fist tightened. He struck down the thought instantly.

It was his fault that his vision was screwed up the way it was.

Not Kip's.

Kip didn't do anything wrong to him.

Not back then, and not now.

...

Dusknoir sighed as he looked out the window.

It was long past dawn.

Dusknoir quietly opened Celebi's door. The room dark after having a wardrobe pushed to sit in front of the window.

"Celebi?" Dusknoir asked. He was afraid he'd squish her if he felt around to find her. It was impossible to see in here.

"Mmgh..." She sleepily growled.

Dusknoir told her that he had made breakfast, but that he needed help.

Celebi eventually obliged, after he promised to let her sleep the rest of the day.

Dusknoir approached Darkrai's door, his plate of food held in one hand.

Celebi looked pretty upset that he'd asked her to unlock the door.

"Why dont you just break the lock?" She asked.

Dusknoir glanced away from her.

"I... I dont believe Twig would appreciate having more of her home destroyed during our stay."

That was a partial reason.

He was still scared of Darkrai.

He feared that opening the door would lead to the Legend that he had carried to the hospital just a week prior.

And given what he said last night...

Celebi quietly unlocked the door with a small screwdriver that was kept atop the doorframe. Putting it in the hole on this side and mumbling grumpily as she fiddled with it.

The door opened and it was just Darkrai. Still in Twig's body...

He had the blanket from last night draped over his back. His neck lay on top of the second blanket. Facing the door.

Dusknoir felt a pang of guilt run through him.

He set the plate of food on the floor and left.

Dusknoir gave Celebi her portion, and she sat down at the table to eat as Dusknoir prepared Grovyle's portion.

Even if he had to squint to think he knows what Celebi's expression was, the fact that she wasn't humming a tune or complimenting his cooking told him all he needed to know.

"Are you okay Celebi?" He asked, lowering himself to sit on the ground across from her.

Celebi's head turned away from her food. He thinks she's glaring at the ground.

"I'm fine." She growled.

Dusknoir steeled his expression.

"No you're not." He replied. He saw Celebi's head turn back towards him.

"Please, Celebi. I'm worried. Tell me how I can-"

Celebi interrupted him with an exasperated sigh.

"Look, I appreciate that you want to help. But I'm not in the mood for a lecture right now. So can you just leave me alone please?" Celebi voiced.

Dusknoir watched her as she ate the rest of her food.

Celebi rose from her seat after taking her last bite.

"Thanks for the food. It was delicious." She mumbled, her tone not indicating much one way or the other.

Celebi fluttered from her seat, back into her room and shut the door. Leaving Dusknoir alone.

Dusknoir sighed as he collected her dishes and put them in the sink.

He took Grovyle's plate and entered into the room he was staying in.

"Grovyle. I... I made breakfast."

Dusknoir sat down next to him, holding his plate.

"Thanks." He mumbled, as he started to sit up.

Dusknoir moved a hand and held it over his chest.

"I won't allow you to put yourself in more pain."

Grovyle laid back down, took a deep breath and sighed.

"Stop that. I know that hurts you."

Dusknoir took the fork on his plate and started feeding him.

It was almost comical. The hitman that hunted him for years feeding him like he's a toddler.

Dusknoir would have laughed if the circumstances were different.

Dusknoir eventually cleaned off Grovyle's plate.

"How was it?" He asked.

Grovyle swallowed the last bite.

"Good." He replied.

Dusknoir rose from his seating position.

"Is there anything else I can-"

"No." Grovyle interrupted.

Dusknoir looked at him with worry before sighing.

"Alright."

He left the room, gently shutting Grovyle's door.

Dusknoir returned to the kitchen and put the dishes away.

He propped his elbows on the counter and leaned forward. Holding his head in his hands.

He wanted to help.

He wanted to make up for what he's done to them.

He's trying so hard.

But how on earth do you help someone that doesn't want help?

Dusknoir sighed deeply as he put the final portions of breakfast into a container.

He needed to clear his head.

He needed to go for a walk, get some fresh air.

He might as well feed Kip and visit Twig.

Dusknoir silently left the home and started traveling to the Verdant Village hospital.

He glanced around occasionally.

His heart ached as he tried to see the beauty around him, but it was all blurred. His vision fell to the ground in front of him.

Tears stung in his eye as he forced his thoughts to not enter an awful mindset.

He is going to make things right.

He's going to tell Kip again, that what he forgives him for what he did.

He will tell him that as many times it takes to be believed.

And he'll tell him as many times as it takes for him to believe that as well.

"Aw shoot." Dusknoir heard someone mutter in front of him.

He looked up and his heart lept in his chest. Even while blurry he would recognize her.

"Twig?" He asked, his voice shaking.

The figure's head shot upwards, her piercing blue eyes, prominent enough to be clear compared to everything else.

"D-Dusknoir?" She asked, her voice shaking as well.

[tears-of-xion]

@generalluxun

Sooo....I was answering your ask and then saved it to my drafts...and tumblr seems to have eaten it. :/

But! I have finished one of the color palette requests! #90 - Anxiety, with Chloe Bourgeois as the character of choice!

With the palette being called 'anxiety', I of course decided to go with Chloe angst. Because I love drawing Chloe angst.

(and i'm glad you've been having fun with femslashfeb! no worries, i have no expectations for when the fanfic you mentioned would be complete, i'm just happy that my art gave you some inspiration!)

Color palette used is from this post !

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Please do not use or re-post my artwork without my permission. Thank you!   (reblogs, however, are welcome and appreciated)

I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, nor it’s characters. All rights to their owners.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Amanda Young from the Saw franchise. She's wearing her outfit from the third film, but has her hair from the first. She's wearing the reverse bear trap, which leaves only the top half of her face visible. Her eyes are open wide and staring directly at the viewer. Eyeliner runs down her cheeks. In one hand she holds overflowing needles which are falling from her loose grasp. In the other she has a tape recorder. Her arms are stiff, as if she's a posed mannequin. Bandages are wrapped around both of her wrists. These bandages, the tape recorder, the needles and the reverse bear trap are all coloured a bold light blue. Amanda is coloured bright white with grey shading, while the background is a darker grey. It also has a subtle spiral pattern to it.]

[cerbreus]

[turtle-seance]

@naturally-naive nah ur good - i mean thats kiiinda what the body is gonna end up being? i think? like - im gonna be honest i really dont understand how it works but donnie seems to have enough of an idea to work with so

its smth about like... output vs input i think?? he could probably explain it better than me but yknow

[thedailyvio]

Day 21

[inkstaindusk]

☕+pokemon

I am so normal about pokemon (lying)

But actually I love pokemon! I grew up on it! Around uhhh gen 5 I believe I stopped following it quite as closely, but I still love it and it's still exciting when new games come out. Plus I've been loving the journeys anime, Gou is definitely one of my favorite companions. If I could isekai into any world it would be pokemon. I love it so much.

[daydadahlias]

just wanted to say how much I appreciate your fics. I'm in a really hard chapter of life right now and reading your fics allows me some much needed happy escapism. I've read everything on your AO3 several times and I'm always so excited when you post something new. so big big thanks 🤍

I’m sorry things are rough for you right now; I genuinely hope they get better soon (and I know they will!!) but until they do, I’m so glad that my fics can help in any way. Writing has always been a much needed happy escapism for me so it’s a wonderful thing to know that what I write to help me can help others. That’s reason enough to keep writing right there! All the motivation I need. Thank you so much for telling me this. 💙🥺

[mayonakano-archive]

Have you ever been at a balkan family gathering. Older relatives usually greet you by literally grabbing your face and giving you a kiss on each cheek. That's what i'm doing to you for that request rn. And then giving you an extra one on the forehead. I am going insane. Thank you. ♡

i have not been to a balkan family gathering but i have been to a gathering of german-descent jewish people (aka my family) and it's similar so i understand the vibe. nodnod.

thank u korka i am turning into a blushy puddle on the floor in the most /pos way <3

[pneumonic-screamers]

It's a Feeling Like I'm Wasting My Teen Years type of night yall

[gothamcityneedsme]

gonna do the true neutral (or whatever tf you want to call it) smtv ending next. really annoyed that you only unlock special miracles if your alignment matches the ending you get. PLUS also very annoyed that if you do newborn ng+ you lose all the best miracles. its so maddening.

[dobercorgis]

What the fuck

[the-name-is-loser]

Finally watching puss in boots the last wish like a boss 🫡