#spicy implications

[callilemon]

Ahhhh Noe laying on Vanitas's chest like a big cat 🥰

I uh, I have no explanation for why I drew it the way I did. 🤭💖

But you know Noé would LOL

[bakuliwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Back to writing pure spice. This time, for Gortash x Tav. Here's a little sneak peek of an upcoming fic I'm calling, Overflow. (18+, Minors DNI)

“What is it?” the Tiefling ventures, tail swishing in hesitant excitement. She beams, despite her confusion, simply happy to be receiving a gift. Having known one another for so many years now, Orlando is used to receiving odd trinkets or unidentifiable machinery from Enver. In their youth, he would pilfer scraps of metal and take apart clocks and other small machines in the House of Hope in order to create something entirely new. Although sometimes, he would simply rip something apart and put it back together again just to see how it worked.

He merely smirks at Orlando from where he lays in bed beside her.

“A prototype,” he answers, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out yet another silver rectangle. This one is slightly larger and narrower, sporting two buttons on its face. When Enver presses the top button, the object in Orlando’s hand starts to vibrate, causing her to gasp and nearly drop it onto the comforter beneath. Enver chuckles, pressing the bottom button and listening to the whir of the device as it increases in speed.

“A prototype for what?” Orlando nervously returns, quirking a dark brow up at her beloved.

“For something that, in the right application-” Enver begins, straining as he reaches awkwardly over the edge of the bed for something on the floor. He rummages through the pockets of his discarded robes for a moment, and when he returns, he has a new, lacy pair of underwear dangling on his index finger, “-you may very well enjoy.”

[dannybobany]

It’s Nearly five in the morning and I’m tweaking over cookie run werewolf/wolf-person logic.

These characters are all vastly different ideas of what a werewolf is but can all be defined as werewolves within the logic of the universe and within the general concept of a werewolf but they do not connect with one another in a way that makes sense.

What am I getting at with these observations? I have no idea, but I can’t help but make them. Someone help me

[cjhern1109]

✨The implications! AHHH!✨

¡Ayyy, no tengo palabras para describir cómo me siento!

[bluespiritshonour]

I want Zuko on his knees for Mai.

[daintydoilypon]

BAD BOY WITH GREEN FLAGS ONLY FOR HIS GIRL AND RED FLAGS FOR EVERYONE ELSE WITH A REALLY ATTRACTIVE VOICE AND FACE?!! SIGN ME UP!!!

((I do have a persona I could have used for this, but my lil doilypon is easier to draw for such a shitpost as this //WHEEZE))

[usagimen]

Hello, just a heads up! Sayuri is ranked as a Special Grade. Thus, she is crazily overpowered with broken abilities. This is a run down to show the extent of her prowl && how she has grown over time along with Tsukuyomi's own strength.

Marksmanship: A pastime that Sayuri once practiced during her days at Tokyo Tech, Kyūdō, remains one of her most beloved skills. While it’s a rarity to witness her in battle dawning a longbow, she still maintains this practice in order to lessen her stress, thus keeping perfect balance. There are ever growing rumors that she has practiced with firearms in the past, something she refutes && will not elaborate on further.

Master weaponry: like most Kobayashi women, Sayuri’s prowl && knowledge on cursed tools is second to none. The clan prides itself on an ever growing cache of relics from bygone eras, believing in the game of finders keepers, whoever possesses the weapon shall die with it. Most, if not all of the women have a preference, for Sayuri who seeks to hide herself amongst all, she will take on the usage of blades && in several cases, swords.

Mixed martial arts: specializes primarily in take down tactics, grappling, along with pressure point fighting. Excellent in her skills, Sayuri’s body is defined as a weapon in itself due to the ironclad resistance && unbreakable exterior she holds. Honed from a young age, it is her greatest pride && assist. Hence the moniker, the God Hand Sorcerer as she seeks to transcend the limitations of the human form. This is highly inspired by Toji’s Heavenly Restriction as many view him with contempt or disdain; Sayuri has always seen the former Zen’in son as the perfection of the idealistic form.

Plastic Love: created from all that was sweet, innocent, brimming with the first love of girlhood. From the depths of her heart, she wished to share in something wondrous to grant her friends succor during combat. Through the method of understanding the flow of cursed energy, Sayuri can amplify her ‘dance partner’s’ critical rate. The true reasoning for Plastic Love is to assist with the usage of Black Flash, amplifying by 5 percent when one does not harmonize, if her partner chooses to do so, their cursed energy output will rise by 10 percent. If she dances alone, Sayuri herself can exhilarate her cursed energy by a duration of 7 percent.

Domain Expansion Throne Of Heavenly Judgement; the Celestial Crown of the Universe: Only seen once during the Culling Game, otherwise, it is not depicted nor is information known about her Domain Expansion except she managed to grasp it rather early in life. What is known often dispels rumors that it is wondrous as it is frightening, bright, vivid && brimming with an infernian fury.

Tsukuyomi abilities

Multi-dimensional pocket/weapon cache      Capable of using an unknown method to hide his weaponry, in the midst of battle, Sayuri can activate it to pull out various cursed tools. There is a joke between the two. There are a few junk items ranging from cute plushies to snacks, they take nothing seriously.

Naginata/lance/spear mastery: Tsukuyomi preferred his combat to be on a further end of the spectrum. Relying heavily on the usage of magic && long range items. His beloved lance was known solely as the Feast Slayer, granting him the ironic even sardonic title, Lord of the Feast after the slaying of Ukemochi. In his stead, during the events of the Culling Game, his crown would be passed onto Sayuri as she would be ruled as Lady of the Feast && inherit his prized naginata. Tsukuyomi loved this lance so much, that it is often depicted as a third limb that he navigated with ease, by doing so, Sayuri would rename it as the Bringer of the New Dawn stripping away the chains that bound them. Now, they would walk separately as two entities that marveled in each other’s glory, Tsukuyomi’s lance is categorized as a special grade cursed tool, sought after by many even the Kobayashi clan could not detect its locations. From withering bones, the God Spoke, one shall lay claim to all that was mine. The cryptic words he spoke only to his vessel depicted that in death, Tsukuyomi assured none could obtain what was his from greed, they must be granted it by his blessing.

Domain Expansion The Reigning Glory of the Eternal Moon A illusive lunar palace, Sayuri has spoken that she was once in the mirror from where the deity of the Moon was born. He spoke of his ascension into Godhood as one of many, in many forms he has lived && died, but in this realm all was his to conqueror && rule. She cannot explain the mechanisms but has elaborated it is an illusion && the place where Tsukuyomi fell after his death. Where he gazes upon the stars && seeks to rejoin his siblings once more in their embrace. It is where they created their pact under the pretense, if the small girl could delight him, he would grant her favor && remain benevolent in slumber. At the start of their union, the two were symbolically entwined as twins, thus creating a theory that Tsukuyomi suffers from his memories becoming distorted through the passage of time. After Sayuri’s ascension through the events of Shibuya, where she remained in a stupor during healing, they would meet once more in Tsukuyomi’s domain; honoring the vows of their pact && becoming celestial siblings - two halves that could make one another whole.

Kobayashi attributes

Miyako Odori tier one (Past Arc only)

     Cosmetic alteration, Kobayashi girls that show promise in this area are granted passage into becoming ‘no face women’ the highest honor in their lineage. To be a no face woman is to one day know they shall excel in the practice of assassination. Small attributes begin to change, from their lip size, nose, to the length of their hair (floor length hair is considered chic within the family, a throwback to the days of the Heian Era, particularly favored amongst the elders) && lashes. Sayuri chose to augment her eye color during the Past Arc. Happily, she would demonstrate to her friends a hue of jade green that glowed like the stars, cosmic, brimming with a milky depth that almost caused her pupil to vanish. 

Miyako Odori tier two (Perfect Preparation / Culling Game) Requiem of the Festered Promises:

      After the tremendous loss in Shibuya, Sayuri discards most of her personal skills for those of her family line, believing that she no longer has claim to her own desires. Thus, she tosses all aside seeking comfort in the promising future she had shown as a kunoichi. By doing so, she has grasped the full extent of Miyako Odori. Unleashing the final tier that is designated to candidates that have excelled in their training && vowed to uphold the time honored tradition of assassination.

     The Kobayashi women were few && in between when it came to the art of expelling curses, they have always hunted their own kin, holding themselves in high regard that the impurity within this world is sometimes those who are sworn to protect. They believe that they are harbingers of equilibrium, blood that is shed is done so solely out of desperation to gain peace. Unlike others of their own kin, they do not hide from being cursed instead reveling in it, knowing the extent of their monstrous deeds && how they are the only ones to embrace it. Naturally, there are laws to abide by, though the Kobayashi Clan has always sought a way in through the usage of stealing faces.

     From wives, lovers, handmaidens, or even a maid, they have stolen the visage to contort the truth && end a target’s life. Some assassins spend the moment from birth till death seeking their goal, by the Culling Game, Sayuri can easily change her face. The usage of RCT grants them this gift, miraculously, this also places them as strong sorcerers within Kyoto who cannot be categorized due to their disdain for outsiders. No Face Women are commonly known as Daughters of Willows && Flowers or The Beauty in Violet;  referring to their moniker of a Wisteria tree that has withstood in their estate since the conception of the clan.

Yokai Blood (descendant of Hone-Onna) As a child of a cursed woman, Sayuri belongs to the branch of Hone-Onna’s descendants, they are known to slowly be dying out. Within the Kobayashi Clan, there are many secular groups of yokai women, the most beloved are children of Yuki-Onna or Jorogumo, while the most feared are those of Nure-Onna. It is common to see characteristics of each decadent in pale light. There are no daughters of Tamamo-no-Mae, the Kobayashi’s seek to once more lay claim to her, not out of power but the desperation that she must return home rightfully with them. In a sanctum of violet; one will see visuals of the strange beings in silk metamorphosing into monstrous figures from whom they delight in, laughing joyfully, all that is beauty becomes rot.

[redyarns]

Okay, hear me out. Genshin Transformers AU. But specifically Genshin Transformers Undertow AU because I'm going to be sad if Sentinel turns out to be a bad guy

THE FACT THAT UR SPECIFYING ITS UNDERTOW IS KILLING ME AHAHHAHAA i mean... that would definitely be interesting... HMMMMM

[prismatic-starstuff]

actually i am Deeply Affected by that one art of ✨️Giant✨️ Messmer about to swallow the Tarnished because uhhhhhhhhh

yep!

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

So, I promised another hc last week that was gonna be all about Django's weird thing with possessiveness and all that. Not sure if it'll be as spicy and blunt as the last thing I posted. But I'll still throw it under a read more in case of anything. Enjoy!

It shouldn't be a surprise that Django highly values personal freedom given what he had gone through in life. He hates being chained down. He hates the idea of having to bow down to someone else. He hates feeling like his life is in the hands of another, and the he has absolutely no say in it whatsoever. It's a disgusting position to be in, and he will fight tooth and nail to go against the very concept itself.

So of course it would come off as strange to find out he actually enjoys the idea of someone being a bit possessive of him. This idea of being desired, of being wanted so much excites him. He craves it. Some of that is probably an ego thing, for sure. But I like to think that deep down inside, Django simply wants to be needed in one way or another. I think most people can relate to that. It's fairly normal, no? Though in his case, I think it's much more intense than what we would normally think of.

Mind you, this isn't something that Django would easily fall into with just about anyone. He needs to feel some level of comfort around a person before he allows any of that to bubble up to the surface. Though, something else that needs to be pointed out alongside that is Django's willingness to submit. I joke about it a lot, but he really is more than happy to become someone's glorified lap dog provided they're someone who he feels a level of comfort with/a connection towards. And at times it doesn't exactly have to be that deep. He is a simple man. He has his needs.

Devotion is strong with this one. I've always said that he can be loyal to a fault, and that remains true with anyone who might be his partner. The willingness to comply and submit himself entirely (mind, body, and soul) to a person who he feels something towards can be so intense. But that's just who he is at his very core. A man whose emotions burn greatly and so passionately, that you can't describe it as anything else but pious.

[potatoesandsunshine]

if you see me posting something a little. much. to ao3 later ...... just know that i think it's unfair for percy to have the monopoly on de rolo bad decisions

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hi there! This is out of the blue, but whenever I remember that the game calls Comte "hedonistic", I think of the Björk song, "Venus as a Boy" which is... *fans self*

Hiya! Welcome welcome 🌸

And man, I had to look this song up (I am but a young and new gay in this world) and now I'm just staring at the wall, sighing a little. I especially love the implications of it because I'm just not really all that femme, like Comte is definitely prettier than me and honestly? I love it for me, pop off gorgeous I'll be here to carry your shopping bags and bask.

I also just love the sense of humor line, because I really do love how silly goofy Comte is--he never fails to make me laugh! It's a big point of attraction for me, and he definitely makes me melt 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[bunatee]

OC-tober Day 2: Sin-namon Roll

If you commit a sinful act with the goddess you worship, is it really a sin?

[nightmarecountry]

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜ ( destruction wants that corinthussy )

it takes effort not to bite down in the wrong places and ruin the whole thing. he satisfies himself with sinking his other teeth into destruction's shoulder instead. harder than he'd meant to: blood beads up, spills against his waiting tongue, burns like hellfire as endless' voice rings panting and sweet in his ears.

fucking made for me, they groan, driving into the sucking heat between his thighs, and the corinthian all but claws at them. bites down on the tender flesh between neck and shoulder, snarling. he'd meant to try being gentle with destruction this time, but, well--destruction is hardly holding back, either.

"fuck--look at me, i want to see you." he tugs their hair harder than he means to, voice shaking when they roll their hips just right and the corinthian sees stars. he can tell they're getting close; he, personally, has already ascended somewhere far beyond that, driven now by the sheer desire to see destruction's eyes when they come for him. in him. he's lost track of how many times he's come already. "keep going, baby. however you want, i can take it."

a gentler hand through their hair, this time. when he says i can take it, it doesn't always mean he thinks destruction will be rough: sometimes it's i can take it if you're gentle with me, too.

[one-winged-dirty-dreams]

In addition to the Zack showing up (platonically) in the Angeal and Terra polyship is him looking at Terra, looking at Angeal, then looking at me and smiling like

"Boy Adri, you really are made of sturdier stuff than I thought."