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blitzyn · 9 months

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re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

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synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

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0mysticmidnight0 · 3 months

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this kinda dumb but do you think you could re post the brains n brawn fic in a more standard(?) format the font and sizing makes it kinds read you dont have to obviously but

Of course! No problem!! I am very very sorry (two very's) about the font thing, i'll try to use it less since i can understand that it might give some people a hard time to read it! For anyone who wants to original post here! ~Yandere Raph and Donnie x clumsy! Reader~ -It wouldn't be yandere Donnie without some cameras! I can expect cameras everywhere. He watches your every move! Most of the time, Raph is there with him. Either commenting about your looks, what you ate, etc. - Everytime you entered the lair, you'd have a new bruise and they didn't know what, where or who.. gave you these. Good thing to take from this is once you meet a rude person, you'll never see them again.. -Whenever Donnie's busy or working on another invention or on a mission. He'll make sure to have you on a separate screen/monitor or live footage of you playing while he works . -Raph would spend hours with you! He doesn't want you to get hurt! Not if he can prevent it from happening. So he spends most of his time with you. Either pulling you away from sharp objects or warning you every time there's a glass door infront of you. ~Once they've kidnapped you~ -When you are kidnapped, you'll be greeted with a room that looked to be baby-proofed. No sharp edges, round soft furniture and Donnie and Raph. -They say they do this for your safety. That they are doing this for you. There are so many dangerous things (and people..) in the world! With you being as clumsy as you are, this is the only way they could keep you safe. -They'd treat you as if you were made of glass. Treating every time you tripped on the carpet or slipped or eve stubbed your toe.. as if you got stabbed and you were in need of "medical attention". -They'd keep you away from any cuttlery and often feeding you themselves.. They even made sure you were always drinking water. Not too hot, not too cold. ~If they hurt/injure you~ -Raph would be very apologetic.. Begging for forgiveness even if it was just a small scratch. Often from his shell or spikes. -Donnie would be the opposite, he would tell you to be careful next time and proceeds to lecture you even if he was the one in the wrong. "Are you okay? Raph didn't mean to hurt ya'! I'll get the first aid kit! Wait here!" " You should've watched were you're going! What if i wasn't there to catch you when you fell?!"

#repost #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rise tmnt #yandere rottmnt #rise raph x reader #rise raph #yandere donnie #yandere raph #yandere raphael #rise donatello #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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vante1920pm · 1 year

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Hey hey

imagine if you're crushing on your best friend Grusha. Always supporting his dreams even when he's in his glory days, Grusha reciprocate your feelings too, but both of you never mention it!

All confident Grusha lost his shine after the incident that ended his career, and then he even hesitate to make the first move as he cried his hearts out in your arms.

His golden days of snowboarding are gone and now he's a gym leader, but you're alway there to aupport him still. Arceus help him, he can't hesitate, he needs to do the first move, Please!

Another Grusha enthusiast, I have more-

──;; "𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊" ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I love this Idea !!! It was really fun to write it, even if I'm not quite happy how it turned out but I still hope you enjoyed it !

And I would love to hear more Ideas !! ^^

I never wrote a whole "One Shot" in English, so I'm kinda proud that I finished it :)

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☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: grusha/reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: not proof read, ooc, gn!reader, spoiler, grammar mistakes

You were sitting on your couch, Grusha sleeping in your arms.

It's been two hours since the boy knocked on your door, tears streaming down his face. After the incident a few weeks ago, he stopped visiting you, this was actually the first time since then that you even saw him.

"Grusha? What are you- oh! Are you okay?"

The boy in front of you just sniffed, head low and walked past you, into your living room. He sat himself on your couch, face still on the ground.

You closed your door and sat yourself beside him. He didn't look up as you did so, just playing with his scarf, ignoring the heat that spread out on his face.

Even tho he was devastated, he still got nervous around you. His feelings for you even grew stronger in the time he didn't see you.

He missed you so much but he didn't had the strength to face anyone. He needed time for himself so he ignored all your calls and texts.

"Okay, what's up?" you asked, hoping he would finally look at you, which he, surprisingly, did.

Now you could see his red eyes and wet stained cheeks, so you just pulled him in a hug. He started to cry hard, his loud sobs could be heard in Mesagoza.

While he was laying in your arms, he thought it would be a good time to finally confess.

"Y/N, I-"

He stopped mid sentence, which confused you but you didn't want to push him. He looked in your eyes, thinking it through. Maybe now wasn't a good time, it didn't felt right. So he just hid his face in your neck and took in your scent, before he drifted off to sleep.

It's been 6 month since Grusha became a gym leader. At first he didn't was happy about it, but now he seemed okay with it.

You're still thinking about what he wanted to say that night but just brushed it off. " Maybe it wasn't important, I shouldn't think about it too much. "

Grusha and you started to hang out much more, even if he had much work to do, he still made some time for you.

You were planning to go to a Café this evening on his break.

You were already waiting in front of the Café, when you saw Grusha walking towards you with something in his right hand. You didn't see what it was, since Grusha now hid it behind his back.

When he stood next to you, he just lightly smiled and opened the door to let you in. What a gentleman.

You two found a good table in a corner where no one would see much of you. When the waiter came back with your orders, Grusha finally put the thing he brought with him on the table, facing you.

It was a letter, your name written on it. You looked at Grusha, still confused, but he just shrugged his shoulders and looked out of a window to his left, while he drank his coffee.

You grabbed the letter and opened it.

"Dear Y/N,

sorry you will not hear this out of my mouth, but I think I'm better with my words written than spoken.

The truth is, I actually grew quit font of you in these past years. Maybe font isn't the right word, more like, I catched very deep feelings for you, that I can't resist anymore.

I tried to ignore them, hoping they would just disappear, but the opposite happened.

I hope this letter will not scare you away but I would like to be in a relationship with you."

Under the text were two small caskets, under each of them "yes" and "no".

You looked at Grusha, who still stared at the outside, and smiled, crossing the casket with the "yes".

When you gave the letter back to Grusha, he slowly observed your answer, a small smile creeps on his face. He then finally looked at you.

"So, now that we're together, how about we make this an actual date?"

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon grusha #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet grusha #pokemon scarlet and violet grusha x reader #grusha #grusha x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet imagine #x reader #reader #one shot

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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Pairing: Priest!Matt Murdock x female reader

Tags & warnings: kinda inexperienced non-DD Matt, religious imagery, oral sex (both f and m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, giving up Christianity because the pussy is so good 🙏 Amen.

Author's note: Alrighty kids, this is clichéd religious trope corruption kink central and I'm living! If you are not a fan of the sacrilicious I strongly suggest you look away now and say a hundred hail marys.

@mindidjarin and @munsonownsmyass and I were thirsting hard over Priest!Matt so maybe keep yours eyes peeled for some more goodness...?

Okay slutty friends, take a pew, suck this wine off my fingers and let's gooooo!

The cold from the stone flags seeps up into the joints of his knees making them ache, but he'll gladly suffer such a minor pain for this.

A scuffing of thin paper over grit and dust draws his attention to the bible, now relegated to the floor as he shuffles closer to you.

You'd dropped it, his bible, just as easily as he had discarded his vows. He'd been so selfish in the newfound lust that you'd unlocked, made you find and read aloud passages of servitude, of worship…

'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'

He had made you convince him it was right, pushing him down in willing supplication before you, your gaze surely following his trembling fingers as he drew your ruined underwear down to your feet.

He wanted to give and give and give. The font of your beautiful cunt flowing freely on his lips, a taste to which he was now hopelessly addicted, to that and the sounds of your moans that echo around the nave like his own private choir.

"Father… fuck, you're so good at this-"

He draws his tongue up over you again, reveling in the way you squirm at his touch even though this is new to him.

"It's… M-Matthew, call me Matthew…" he murmurs, before his mouth is on you again, his fingers pressing the supple flesh of your ass as if he can't possibly tear himself away. You had enthralled him, lingered too long after mass with your 'difficult' questions, tested his faith and ultimately tempted him with the plush feel of your lips around his fingers as you took communion. It wasn't as if he didn't try to resist, but it wouldn't have been worth it. Not now he knew this true Eden existed with you in the quiet hours of his church at night.

"Matthew…" you moan, gripping hard on the back of the pew behind you. His name from your lips spurs him to work harder for more. More of your pretty sounds, more of the pretty nectar dripping from that heavenly and forbidden place between your thighs.

And over the next few days, when he returned to his studies with the other priests, the scent of you floats up like the devil's telegram from the pages of this tarnished Good Book. As he turns each one he grows harder under the desk, remembering how it felt when his fingers traced over the skin of your neck, the slight hemispherical indents from the rosary he'd leashed you with reminding him.

'Harder' you'd said, and he'd obeyed, pulling it tight as you choked so beautifully on his throbbing cock, your warm spit dribbling down over his balls as you encouraged him to fuck your perfect mouth, his other hand shoved down the front of your shirt groping at the soft tender skin of your breasts as you praise him for spilling down your delicately bruised throat with a strangled gasp of God forgive me.

He was certain you'd no idea what you had unleashed. You had stolen this pathetically repressed Catholic mess of a man, this student of God, for your own. He craved your sermons of sin, ached for more lessons, and when he excused himself to the bathroom hiding his shame behind that fucking weighty tome to which he thought he had dedicated his life, he came biting his fist with tears in his eyes because of this simple greed for you that may never be fully sated.

"I'm sorry." You'd told him.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for showing him pleasure?

Sorry for opening his blind eyes to a glimpse of a heaven he might have never attained?

You had either released or ruined him, no matter what you said it was always going to be his choice to make.

It wasn't difficult.

Even now as he lies on the altar with you he can't feel any regrets over the sheer need consuming his being.

Please, he begs as you grind into his lap. You kiss him and it stokes the crackling sparks of his free desire, he wants more, always more, his hands braver and roaming farther with each encounter. He marvels again as his fingers drift between your legs, at how you're soaking wet because of him, he did that to you. And you do the same, letting him lead your hands between your bodies to stroke over the physical embodiment of years of pent up lust. You grin wickedly, as he's wet too.

His hand closes over yours to rip the dog collar from his neck, unravelling everything he'd worked for. He knew it wasn't wasted time, it was practice. Preparation for his devotion to you.

Your nimble fingers work to free him from his pants and in a flurry of fervent need your clothes are strewn around the dais like simple offerings. He barely registers what happens next, everything is so much. All he knows is you're surrounding him completely, he's buried so deep inside you and he's never felt anything close to this bliss. You move above him, your hips rolling steadily and he tries his best to meet you, move with you but he's terrified he's going to lose himself in this, in you.

"That's the point, my love" you breathe against his ear. He realises he had moaned aloud, confiding his hopes and fears in you already.

"Oh, oh god-"

He knows the weight of that huge crucifix hangs over the two of you, what used to be a heavy judgement now just a silent witness to this carnal act, an indulgence from which he cannot abstain. The chain of the one he wore around his neck tangled in your fingers.

"You feel… so fucking good," he groans deep and you feel his hands firm on your hips, his confidence growing with every kiss, every passion filled thrust and drinking in every beautiful sound of pleasure you make blurring his path.

Maybe he wasn't worthy of God's love, but he could be worthy of yours? Your love had been his little secret, it tasted warm and tempting, felt so new and exciting, so hot and wet and-

"I… you're gonna make me- I can't-"

You wrap even more tightly around him pulling him closer to the exquisite heat of you. He feels you reach above where you're joined, he thought he could stop, he could pull out but your fingers are moving quickly and your heavenly cunt is squeezing around his cock and he can't take it he's going to cum inside you any second…

"Matthew!" you whine and how can he refuse the glorious pain when you dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders, your voice his only master as you command him, cum for me.

Fuck…

He comes hard, your name his only prayer now as he gives up his chastity. It's a fair exchange, something pure and holy for something pure and holy, baptised and reborn by this raw and powerful love you have shared with him, feeling empty and yet so full, the cascading waves of pleasure finding him lost and sweeping him off to a new shore.

He doesn't miss his church, now that he has a new place of worship with the sweetest blessings from your lips, endless lessons in your bed, and a loving home in your arms.

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jbird-the-manwich · 11 months

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Hey I was wondering if you had any resources to share related to familiars and magical books. I remember reading somewhere about witches' familiars being trapped in books, not the book's spirit per se but rather a different spirit living in the book or working from the book, something like that? Any and all recommended reading is appreciated

Ohh that's a tricky one. Sorry for the extreme delay. I kinda forgot tumblr existed for like a year or so and your ask was buried under some much less friendly anon messages and I uhhh procrastinate pretty hard with the ask box in that state due to The Horrors.

anyway:

As far as a spirit that lives in a book, traditional american witchlore holds that a familiar spirit may take up residence in almost anything, a book included, that the calling witch desires. It could be you found a reference to this.

In the black book tradition of icelandic countries, specifically, magical books are believed to possess a kind of discrete power of their own, (this is echoed somewhat in american witch lore, but with fewer stipulations) that the magician avails themselves of by hand-copying the entire book to make up their own copy.

in that tradition It's said such books are to be hand copied verbatim, lest the spells lose their effectiveness for the magician who copies one incorrectly, or makes corrections not specified within the text.

There are many of these books now within the public domain, and some contain spells ranging the gamut from making people fart in church to killing ones enemy to making gold. Absolutely one of my favorite currents to read from because of the sheer variety and scope of methods they mention, though, consistent with this tradition is a tendency for spells to contain very specific and often complex instructions, some of which would be quite difficult to replicate faithfully. That said, one text dealing with this tradition of texts that I found just the other night, The Black Books of Elverum by Mary Rustad, is located here: https://archive.org/details/the-black-books-of-elverum

^^that one has a pdf available as well as plaintext, and the plaintext conversion is really quite good, comparatively, and would require very little preprocessing to parse digitally, if you're of that bent.

As I said, many of these books have been translated and are now within the public domain, but if you're after a compendium of works I very much enjoy the Svartkonstbocker, which is a compendium of swedish black book materials by Dr Thomas K. Johnson. I possess a physical copy and don't believe this particular text is within the public domain, but if you're in the market for hard texts, I've found it worth the price of admission.

To switch gears and discuss texts more aligned to my own leanings, a book I often eat in one sitting every couple years when the power goes out that details calling familiar spirits Is Folk Witchcraft by Roger J. Horne. I recommend it fairly frequently, It's a pleasant read, the font could be larger, but it's far from the worst beginner text on spirit work I've ever read.

It contains numerous primers and several spells and orations dealing with the attraction of a familiar spirit. This could be a decent place to look.

If you're looking for something in the grimoire tradition, there's the grimorium verum, which insists that a pact with a spheres ruling spirit must be performed to make the related spells within their spheres function. A pdf edition is available here:

https://nekropolis.dk/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/GrimoriumVerum.pdf

Not my wheelhouse, nor my religion, but it does contain instructions for the creation of numerous tools and a fair few pages of interesting workings, though it is more or less a text concerned primarily with daemons and the pacting therewith.

If you think the reference you found may have been pointing to the grimoire tradition, or if the solomonic tradition is your get, Secrets of Solomon by Joseph Peterson is an interesting read, quite dense for its page count and deals primarily with translation of "the little key of solomon concerning the secrets"; It again is concerned primarily with the ritual conjuring of spirits and the working of solomonic magic, and contains instructions, seals, and conjurations for everything from planetary intelligences to cthonic spirits. I don't believe this particular text is within the public domain, but earlier translations of both the lesser and greater keys of solomon are very easy to find online, should you feel either of these are likely to be the book you had reference to.

Honorable mention for a text that is also not public domain yet, but is dense for its page count and contains several discrete tables concerning different classes of spirits and their attending seals and conjuration information would be The Complete Book of Magic and Witchcraft by Kathryn Paulsen, if only for the extremely 2edgy4u darkness dementia raven way Satanic Panic aesthetic and also the excellent bibliography. My memory is shit, but I believe I must have recommended this one before, and if I haven't shame for me, if only for the sheer amount of information on materia magica it contains.

it also contains references from a number of texts, themselves now within the public domain, including Reginald Scotts The Discoverie Of Witchcraft, to the keys of solomon, to The Book of Secrets of Albertus Magnus. All of which are pretty fun reads.

I kinda doubt I've answered your question as you'd hoped, as I'm honestly drawing a blank for your precise ask, but any one of these texts is a good and fun place to start if you've still not found what you were looking for, book ghost wise.

#witchcraft #book recs #askbox answers

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jadeacereigen · 11 months

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So I bought the Reigen spinoff manga the other day and I was kinda taken aback by how... uh... shoddily the translation was edited in. I mean, this is one of the biggest comic book publishing companies out there—I'm genuinely surprised by how mediocre the quality is.

By far the most egregious thing I've noticed is how they accidentally left out Reigen's thoughts here 😭 It's such a jarring mistake too with Reigen just randomly having a panel to himself for no reason.

(Here is the fan scanlation from @reigenscans in comparison)

It's also just very hard to read? The text is so cramped together and there are so many hyphens because of words being cut between lines.

I mean, look at this panel:

Why is the text given such a narrow space??? Make the font smaller or something for fuck's sake, it gives me a headache trying to parse out the actual sentence.

(again the fan scanlation for comparison)

One last thing I thought was kinda funny was how bad the Spirits and Such sign looks.

WHY ARE THERE TWO DIFFERENT FONTS BEING USED FOR THE SAME SIGN? WHY DID YOU USE THOSE FONTS? WHY ARE THE LETTERS POSITIONED LIKE THAT

Anyway yeah that's my take on the official editing of this thing. But I have some thoughts on the translation itself too.

REIGEN MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

I know very little Japanese, so I can't speak to the quality of the actual translations. But I'll just come out and say that a lot of the dialogue just didn't come off as very natural. (Also I'm sorry: Rusty-sama becoming Lord Red-Black is such a downgrade, I know the latter is how the original Japanese name goes but it just sounds weird in English.)

One translation that I feel has to be an error is that in the end, Reigen tells Serizawa to call for an ambulance. Except Serizawa is literally unconscious in that scene so I'm inclined to believe the fan translation more (with Reigen saying that someone should call an ambulance for Serizawa). I mean, that just makes way more sense?

Man whatever I only bought this cuz I wanted to have a physical copy... Still astounded tho. Very astounded.

#jade speaks #mp100 #mob psycho 100

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reverie-verse · 2 years

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Peter Parker X Reader -Falling Into His World Pt. 2

Here are the other parts Part 1 Part 3

Prompt: Reader quite literally falls into his world. She is his favorite character from his book and he is a favorite character from hers. She’s not sure how it happened. He’s not sure how to help but he still tries. After all, he is New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. On the other hand she’s from California and not from his world.

*Gwen is in this chapter.; *Y/B/N = Your/Best Friends/Name.

*College Peter, College Reader.

*This could be read for any Peter Parker of your choosing.

*Heeeeeeyyyyy guyyyssss. Part 2 is herrrrreeeeee!!! This one is fluff mixed with awkwardness. I’m sorry not sorry that it’s burning slow. I’m also sorry not sorry that this is a short fic but it is for good reason. Part 3 is in the ear future soooooo stay tunnned my friends.

Is it just me or is my font size kinda wonky? Anywayyyysssss ehhh go enjoy the fic!

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You both sat there for a moment holding one another’s hand staring at them as they stayed intertwined. Peter had seemed to catch the moment faster than you as he cleared his throat pulling away his hands. Checking the time he looked at the clock before his eyes locked onto the bed and then back at you. Your eyes had done the same. The clock reading 4:00am you both sighed. Peter stood up slowly “ Uh you take the bed and I got the wall” He grabs a blanket wrapping it around himself.

“ T-the wall? Peter that’s-no way you take the bed I’ll take the floor it’s okay” You tell him getting up off the bed. He quickly stops you shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

“ No no really it’s okay. Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the wall, it's fine.” He tells you with a reassuring smile on his face.

“ Peter” you insisted.

“ Okay, alright how about I take the floor and you sleep on the bed.” He demanded rather than bargained. He had made up his mind no longer wanting to fight over where anyone was sleeping. You were to take the bed and that was final. You had begun to form words when he looked at you and shook his head “I’m not gonna argue with you. No Y/N” He walks around you to the side of the bed reaching for a pillow. He walks back over to his closet pulling out a floor mat and a blanket. He laid the mat down next to the bed and grabbed his pillow with his blanket. Throwing his items down onto the mat he looks towards you finding you wrapped up in his blankets and pillows. You looked tired but in your eyes you could see Peter's exhaustion. You offered Peter a sleepy smile which he gladly returned crawling onto the mat covering himself with his blanket. Peter lifted up his hands, folding them as he aimed at the light switch. A web shoots out hitting the switch turning out the lights. It was silent, neither one of you said a word. Honestly what is there to say, you both were each other’s crushes and it must’ve been written in the skies or something. Maybe a big sign was written on your forehead or Peters who knows. There was an elephant in the room and it feels really big right now. You weren’t sure if you should say anything and Peter well…he was on the verge of passing out it was beginning to feel impossible considering the girl he dreams of is in his bed. You on the other hand there was no way you could sleep, this was Peter Parker for crying out loud. The guy you tend to think about before you fall asleep. It shouldn’t be this hard right? You both could fall asleep without the awkwardness of being in each other’s presence.

You huffed turning over to the side facing away from Peter and toward the window. The moon's beautiful glow illuminated the rest of the room. The building across the way is covered in older bricks and fire escape stairs the neighbors lights turn off. The sounds of sirens and honking horns could be heard. Peters police scanner hummed on a low sound. There was no peace, just anxiety. You realized that you aren’t at home, you are in fact in a different world that does not belong to you. Too many things had you all at once you began to really feel out of place. Your mind was running a mile a minute. Peter could sense the uneasiness you felt. He sighed and he guessed that this was probably really nerve wrecking. He wanted to comfort you but what could he say? Nothing, he had no wise words or words of encouragement. He made a mental note on practicing his speeches of soothing. He debated on getting up and distracting you from the worry but you two had barely known each other. You only knew of what you both had read. A part of you wanted Peter to reach out and hold you. Just as he had wished to do it too. What good would that do you both at this moment? Neither one of you had spoken on it. It doesn’t seem like the right time. The comfort you both seeked seemed to be shoved deep within yourselves. Instead you chose to ignore it all whispering a “ Goodnight Peter”

He looks to the ceiling whispering a “ Goodnight Y/n” he rolled over onto his side falling into a deep sleep. The sun had begun to rise, setting the day up for everyday lives. As the day goes on to its normal routine the police scanner picks up an issue down in lower Manhattan. Peter jolts awake and looks around noticing that he’s still on the floor. Dazed and confused for a moment before the events of last night come crashing in. He hadn’t realized that one of his arms was reaching for the bed. He follows it up all the way to his hand. He sits up slightly, his gaze lands on your intertwined hands; little did he know that you too were awake. Your eyes had followed the trail of your arm to your hand noticing that you were linked with his. Your eyes met as you leaned barely over the bed. You both had your eyes locked onto each other’s eyes neither one of you moving both frozen as the moment began to settle. Both of your breathing had picked up just a tad. Your heartbeats continued the rhythm with your breathing. You had stared into each other’s eyes neither one of you daring to pull away first. In your mind you tried to figure out how you ended up holding his hand. Had you instinctively searched out for him? Did he instinctively search out for you? Were you both trying to reach for each other looking for warmth? A safe place? Well to be honest you wanted him to hold you in his arms. You did seek that comfort and it didn’t help that he was yours. Peter had searched for you too looking for solace in your warmth. He wanted to caress your skin and to hold in his arms. Hell he even wanted you to hold him. Someone needs to hold someone that much was known given the fact you both had been holding each other’s hands the entire night. How did that even happen anyways? Okay so you both knew that answer. Yet here you both are gazing into one another’s eyes almost looking into each other’s souls…

“ OH MY GOD Y/N?!” A voice gasps loudly as a few bags drop onto the floor. Realizing who that was you panicked, making Peter panic. You both pulled away abruptly, scrambling out of your sleeping positions standing awkwardly. You made sure to put some distance between you and Peter trying not to seem suspicious. As if you both would get in trouble for doing something you shouldn’t have done. Staring at the person that stood in front of you both happened to be your best friend. Around her an outline of a circle glowed white around the edges. It looked as though someone took something sharp and carved it into the middle of the air. The edges of the circle not only glowed, it created a ripple effect changing the dynamics of the air making it look like ripples of water.

“Y/N!? WHO IS THAT?! WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU WITH A BOY-?“ She began to question what was in front of her eyes.

“ I can explain-“

“ You better explain BECAUSE I AM VERY CONFUSED. AND YOUR WITH A BOOOOYY” She switch’s between confusion and excitement.

You and Peter both avoided each other’s eyes, he looked around the room at everything else but you. You had trained your eyes on your best friend not daring to move them. She squinted her eyes between the both of you trying to find something hidden between the lines. Your friend gasped “ You held hands!”

Your eyes widened and Peter coughed. She began to smile as she teased you “ You held hands with a booooyyyyy” You felt the heat of the embarrassment your friend had bestowed upon you. You could feel it rise up towards your neck. You shook your head and ignored your best friends teasing. However Peter turned completely to the side avoiding the look your friend was now giving him. Peter immediately found that his plant much more intriguing than what your friend intended to say.

“ You, what's your name?” She questioned him.

“Don’t-Y/B/N” At this point in time you had slammed your forehead into your palm turning immediately to the opposite direction looking at the window. Ugh she’s embarrassing you. The one time the one time you needed her and yourself to act cool you can’t. She had stepped through the portal walking into the room standing in front of the both of you.

“ What? I am just asking a simple question?” She said simply crossing her arms with such ease.

“Huh? Me? Uh-its-uh Peter. Peter Parker” He turned back around and walked next to you. As he stood next to you the tension hit by a thousand. The electricity flows between the both of you it was undeniable even your best friend began smirking. He extends his hand out to her. She takes it in her hand, shaking it gently, at the same time recognition flickered across her face. She knew who he was too! Peter looked taken aback as her reaction said it all. “Peter Parker?!” Her eyes widening her eyes dart between you both. “Oh shi-'' You clamped a hand down on her mouth to keep her from talking. She only glared at you, shoving your hand away from her mouth. Peter looks between the two, his eyes squinting trying to piece together what was unfolding before him. You shook your head “ Um-Um-I-well-what had happened was-I was talking about the comic book I was reading-it-it happened to be about you-and-and nothing else” you say sheepishly as the heat traveled in your body. Embarrassment was the least of your problems but right now it was the biggest. The moment was soon interrupted by the closing of the portal. The ripples around the circle shook violently as the white outline of the circle became brighter as the hole closed. The middle of your living room apartment vanishes from thin air. The ripples and the circle turned the sight back into its original state untouched by portals of time and travel.

Your best friend's mouth had hung open as she stared into the blank space where the portal was. She was frozen. You looked to Peter who looked at you then you both turned back to your friend. A second later she broke through her frozen state extending her hands out towards the air searching for the portal. “ DID YOU SEE THAT?! WHERE IS MY LIVING ROOM OH MY GOD. MY LIVING ROOM IS GONE” Your friend cried as she wiggled her hands about the empty space looking for something. You crossed your arms and shook your head. You questioned how you could’ve missed the portal. Maybe you were too caught up in the moment or maybe you didn’t want to leave, maybe you weren’t sure if you could cross it. Then again Y/B/N was able to do so and she’s fine. You look back at her only to find her closing her eyes chanting “There’s no place like home” then peeking between her fingers to check to see if she was home. She was not. She was stuck here with you and Peter. You weren’t sure how you felt about that, you truly weren’t sure about anything. Your best friend hadn’t even noticed anything bizarre until she stepped through the portal and watched it disappear. Wait, can you only enter and not exit?

“ Peter?” You called out as he watched your friend with a worried expression. He’s eyes leave her manic state catching yours.

“ Yes” He replies, noticing that you have your thinking face on, the one he’s read about countless times in his novel.

“ Do you think it’s possible that we can only enter the portal and not exit?” You asked, watching his eyes process your words. His eyes widened realizing something that only he must know.

“ We need to go see Gwen” He says gathering his items, finding you a pair of his shoes that you could slide on and wear. He shoved a toothbrush in his mouth handing you one too. Your best friend is still looking for the portal she can’t seem to find. You take the toothbrush, placing it in your mouth as you brushed putting on your shoes at the same time. Your best friend huffed, giving up throwing her hands in the air. She turned to look at you both, noticing that you were in the motions of getting ready to leave. You both had finished your morning routine as you stood near the front door. Your best friend followed blindly, her mind in other places that were not present. It was a shock, you couldn’t blame her, it was a lot to take in. Especially when you witnessed something shutting you out of your home. You figured it wouldn’t fully hit her until you reached Gwen’s place. You were certain it would.

Peter pulled you back for a moment while your friend walked a few paces away. “I-uh-I-just” he shook his head looking at the floor before looking at you. You tilted your head to the side trying to decipher what he was saying. He reached up and attempted to cup one side of your face. He stopped a few inches, he debated. He dropped his hand shaking his head, “ I can’t-“

“ You can't do what, Peter?” You ask as your heart pounded so loud you could hear it in your ears. Peter chuckled nervously, shaking his head with a smile on his face. He wanted to touch you for a second longer since his first chance was ruined unfortunately by your wonderful best friend. Right now though wasn’t the time. He needed to get you Gwen’s. Peter shrugged and began walking backwards. “ Don’t worry about it. Let’s just get to Gwen’s”

You followed Peter grabbing the back of his jacket pulling him to you, your nose bumping his chest as he turned to face you. He looked down at you. You hold onto Peter as he avoids looking at you. You tried to capture his attention just for a moment. “ Peter?” The soft sound of your voice whispering his name was enough for him to catch a hold of your eyes. He closes his eyes for a second letting his own forehead touch with yours. Silence. Not even your best friend could be heard. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments. You both felt the intensity of chemistry flowing between you both. Your knowledge of each other’s existence, personalities molded together like glue. It felt as though this would be the last normal second you had together before things become more complicated. Peter sighed, pull away, your heart sung for him. You wanted him to stay longer and so did he. His heart had already been with you. But, still Peter knew you would leave it was a fact and he chose to push back a little bit more. That was a pain he didn’t want you to feel or himself. Mixed signals was the best he could give.

Peter smiled again, you watched him with careful eyes as he turned to start walking, his head tilted toward your friend signaling that you both should get moving. That would have to suffice for now until you can get a moment alone with him. You knew that you would go back home and live your life, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want him. You did, he was here in front of you and all you got were mixed signals. You knew he was hiding something and you wanted to know why. You sighed following his lead, your Best friend slowing down so that she matched the pass with you both. She looked to you to find any hint of emotional disruption good or bad and she only found a concentrated expression. She looked at Peter, he held the same. She sighed too. This was going to be a long walk. Upon reaching Gwen’s apartment, Peter lifted his hand knocking on the door. Gwen opened the door, moving out of the way so that everyone could walk through. Shutting the door behind them, Y/B/N walked around the room. Peter stood near Gwen while you stayed near the door.

Gwen turned to you with a warm smile, she extended her hand out to you. “ You must be Y/N, Peter has spoken quite a lot about you”.

#imagines #fanfic #poc reader #x y/n #x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter imagine #spider man x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #mcu peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #bipoc writers

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quackysmackk · 10 months

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You've probably been asked this B4, but have you ever considered making a font out of your handwriting so you can just type out the text bubbles?

I won't lie, sometimes it's kinda hard to read your handwritten bubbles, but I think that's more just me having bad eyes and a pinch of dyslexia.

Either way, keep up the gr8 work!

Actually I have not thought of that! That sounds like a much better option than having hand written 😭 So sorry if it was super hard to read though!

I’ll definitely look into that! If anyone knows how to do that please let me know 🙏 until then, I’ll try my best to write them clearer for you too see.

#fnaf sb #fnaf #asks #anon asks

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rodismancave · 8 months

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A reminder to new folks because I feel I need to say this. It's a few specific rules and more of a 'this is how i roleplay' thing. It kinda got away from me fast but alas, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable for any reason so I just said what I feel i need to say to make that happen.

My muse is mean. It's usually nothing personal but he is Mean if provoked. There is a line and it is Thin.

This extends to his friends, mostly as a show of ease around them and as jokes, its just how he is. a little jokey joke. he says things without thinking and sometimes that leads to misunderstanding or an otherwise "cruel" comment. He normally doesnt mean it like that (unless he does)

this account is like 80% crack. i am here to have fun and be silly. if you take me seriously and get offended by it then I'm sorry but frankly, I have stated this many, many times. I do roleplay serious stuff, I do focus on a little bit of storytelling every once in a while, but for the most part I am silly and quirky. My portrayal won't always be 100% ic, sometimes a little ooc is healthy, for the bit. I stay committed to the bit, always.

Of course. if he's mean to your muse and you don't like it then you can let me know and I'll tone it down. I'll never be an asshole to people I dont know are 100% down to it or who aren't familiar with how my muse acts. However, sometimes being mean is in character with my muse and theres no other way around it. But the more intense, "i want to cause psychic damage" convos I will always ask if its okay for my muse to go hard on yours.

Rodimus is aware of the multiverse. This does not mean he's aware of the history of each multiverse. He may be aware of them, briefly, but he is really not going to dwell on it much and if you expect him to know it he just. wont. He doesn't really care all that much. This is also to say that he may confuse your muse for someone in his crew because of looking alike, and will treat you as such unless proven otherwise.

There are no people who are "canon" to Rodimus' crew, not at the moment. The only ones who I can say with confidence who are in his crew are @weavingmemoir and @stealthfeline, who are also my muses. This is for practicality. If your muse is part of the Lost Light crew in general, though (brainstorm, whirl, megatron, etc) you can respond to my lost light posts as if you were a member of his crew, I dont really mind. Like I said: commitment to the bit, always. The bit is always funnier when more people join.

Don't pretend like your muse knows mine and vice versa without talking to me first. This is mostly about muses outside G1 and IDW, or even people in IDW that Rodimus never really met, as well as OCs. It isn't really towards muses who HAVE interacted with Rodimus at least a few times. It is Awkward having to figure that out, and I'm not particularly a fan of having to dig around for people's relationships to understand what's going on between your muse and mine.

I don't really care if your muse is banging another Rodimus, or anyone else from his crew. Like I genuinely do not care, and neither does he.

I'll always make adjustments if you ask me to. I'll create new verses to fit with your muse, but that requires communication first and foremost. This also goes for events, if you want in on an event just talk to me and we'll see about it together. My events are never 100% thought out because I like leaving space for other participants to have a say in what happens. I just think its fun, like a group project (but less stressful)

When interacting with me I ask to lay off on the quirky colors and varying different fonts in one single reply. I have a lot of difficulty reading things like that and it strains my vision and it gives me a headache. Just, always have the same font throughout, and if there are different fonts, please let them be at least readable. The standard tumblr fonts are fine, except 'lucille', and the small font tends to me specially frustrating sometimes.

This is a g1/idw based blog. I take stuff i like from g1 and stuff i like from idw and i slam it together until I have something I like. Rodimus does not like the prime title, he does not miss being a prime, and he absolutely does not appreciate being called one, unless its doing things for his ego or to make himself look greater than he is. He is an Ass.

#ooc / misty forest #long post i guess.#goooooooooood afternoon everypony i yam going to go back to drawing art trades LOL bye

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sunshine-zenith · 2 months

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1, 4, 18, 19, 24 from this ask game

Thank you for the asks!

Heads up y'all, this one is a bit long and the questions dig deep, so mind the tags lol

1) What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I stick with default Ariel Size 11. Times New Roman is kinda the only other font I can take seriously when writing, and it’s kinda tainted from years of typing out essays and media releases for school and my old job

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Recalcitrant and pluperfect — two words that I don’t think I’ve used in any of my writing but I love working into conversations when I can (bonus — they’re both words I learned from reading fics)

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

From By Your Side Again (sorry, this is a long one, with even longer rambles, probably, but I put a lot of thought behind the headcanons I included here)

Spoilers for Nimona (both the film and the graphic novel), and obviously the fic

“...Your arm?” Ballister eventually asks.

“Just dislocated, don’t worry. I can move it fine, the sling is probably overkill.”

“I heard Todd broke his.”

“Good for him.”

They both chuckle weakly before Ambrosius stands.

Ballister’s eyes glance away before meeting his again, looking apprehensive. “Speaking of, could you… plug my arm in? If you’re okay with it.”

Ambrosius blinks, turning to face the arm on the counter. “I- sure. Of course.” Walking towards it, he sees the robotic prosthetic is in three parts -- the arm itself, laying palm up (-Ballister’s arm falling, almost mockingly slow, the sword falling from it as Bal screams and looks at him in shock-). He sighs through his nose, counting to ten and grounding himself back in this moment. As horrible as he feels about his actions, this arm, right here -- it's not about him and he’s not about to make it about him. He’s not going to make Ballister pretend the arm doesn’t exist. Beside it is something that looking like the upper right part of their chest armor, but thinner and more form fitting, with straps attached to it -- what the arm connects to, Ambrosius guesses, with the straps presumably going across Ballister’s chest and under his left arm to hold the whole thing in place. On the other side is a thin, tiny crystal-like device on a tray. Ambrosius runs a finger along the edge before giving Ballister a hesitant look. Ballister quirks an eyebrow that had Ambrosius nodding, confirming his curiosity.

“That chip reads my brain’s signals, sending it to my arm to make it work like my other one,” Ballister begins. “It's not necessary for the arm to work, but without it, my arm wouldn’t be quite as….” he wiggles his fingers as explanation. Ambrosius nods again, silently urging him on. “It's a hybrid -- electronic and body powered, as well as mind controlled. When it has no charge and the chip isn’t connected, the wires react to movement in my shoulder, which can open and close my hand and- you’re smiling at me.”

“Am I?” Ambrosius asks absently. It's hard not to smile when Ballister gets passionate about something. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, It's just… I missed your smile.” Ballister’s voice dips low enough Ambrosius almost misses it. Clearing his throat, he says, “Anyway…?”

Just another thing they need to talk about eventually. Ambrosius lets it go for now, because he’s worried he’ll get choked up if he gets into it. “How would this even reach your brain?” He asks.

“Well, I cracked my skull open when the ground gave out that night.”

Ambrosius laughs at the unexpected answer. “Oh, of freaking course you would, Bal!”

“Wait- I- That was a joke, obviously I was joking!” Bal gives him an offended look that only makes him laugh again. “It goes in my ear, why would I- why would you think-?”

“That you’d do DIY brain surgery? Because you’re you, Bal. I mean….” Ambrosius gestures to the arm behind him. “I always said if you weren’t so squeamish, in another life, you’d be a mad scientist.”

So—

I specifically wrote Ambrosius with his arm as in a sling to both nod to the moment in the Nimona Graphic Novel this fic based on (where Ballister Blackheart’s arm is in a sling). I specifically gave him a dislocated shoulder because a) you can see his injured arm hanging limply as he approaches Bal after Nimona’s sacrifice, and b) I wanted to give him an injury that didn’t break continuity — his arm clearly being injured after the Director shot him and he was blasted to the ground, but it not being in a sling in the epilogue while Todd’s was

I wrote Bal’s prosthetic as a hybrid — biotic, mind controlled and body powered — instead of just biotic for a couple reasons.

In universe: he DIY’d it himself while on the run from the law, so it doesn’t need to fit solidly into one or the other. Who’s gonna stop him? Insurance coverage? Research funding? Nah, he’s out there probably salvaging parts from abandoned flying cars, he can do whatever he wants with his design

Out of universe/my personal experiences: my mother was in an electric wheelchair nearly the last decade she was alive, and while thing offered her a lot of autonomy, it was also, frankly, a clunker. One time when I was a teenager, we were going down the sidewalk when the battery that powered her chair just fell out.

I remember spending a good ten minutes trying to just pick the thing up to put it back in, it was so heavy. Luckily a nice jogger happened to be running by and stopped to help me lift it, but like. Y’all. When the cheapest electric wheelchair insurance will swing you loses its battery, it does not convert into a manual wheelchair. My mother physically could not move from that spot. Neither of us had good cellphones at the time and anyone we could’ve called wouldn’t get back to us very quickly, so if that jogger hadn’t stopped to help me lift that battery who knows how long we would’ve been stuck there

Since then, whenever I encounter fantasy mobility aids that rely on super high technology or magic or whatever, I just mentally tell myself that it’s a convertible/hybrid model that also functions without electricity/magic/etc or that they totally have a backup readily available just off screen, just because this memory is not a super fun one for me

As for why I specifically had Bal need to charge his arm/likened Bal’s arm charger to a phone charger, it’s because I’ve seen battery prosthetic users with above joint amputations (specifically, admittedly, above the knee amputees) describe charging their prosthetic as being like charging a phone

(Video examples by Alex1leg and Josh Sundquist, both above the knee amputees.)

I specifically took a moment to make Ambrosius unconsciously smile because I love his smile. I love his smiles for Bal. I love that little moment at the beginning of the movie where he tells Bal, “they’re going to love you,” before a smile grows on his face as he says, “like I do” — likes he’s excited and overjoyed he already gets to love Bal and the thought of others loving Bal makes him so happy. I love that moment where, when they see each other for the first time post-chop, when Ambrosius says, “Bal,” you can see his lip quirk up, like Bal’s name is just of of those sounds you can’t make without smiling a little. I love Ambrosius smiling because of Bal

The “chip” was my hand waving how Bal’s prosthetic could balance so well and had such fine motor skills when he’s basically finished DIYing it right before rushing off to the Institute. Many advanced biotic arm prosthetics do use brain scanning to interpret their user’s brain signals. Eh, its the future, if they can include holographic coins when venmoing tips to street musicians, Bal can DIY a neurolink in an alleyway while on the run from the law and probably having a hemoglobin of 3.6. I made it “crystal shaped” to mirror the crystals Nimona left behind after stopping the Director

Also Bal is absolutely feral enough to casually do brain surgery on himself. I just didn’t go that route because his signature finisher in the movie is headbutting people wearing helmets with his bare forehead, and thinking about it too long made my head hurt

Lastly, my favorite bit of characterization from the graphic novel was Blackheart’s love of science (I even specifically referenced Nimona shapeshifting into Blackheart and shouting “SCIENCE” in a set of notes I took for my friend for our cell bio class), and while I love the movie I am a little sad they didn’t lean into it. The “in another lifetime” line is a blatant reference to the epilogue of the graphic novel

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I guess my “journey” started in elementary school — I would draw pictures and tell admittedly impressively sequential stories about them. My mother would transcribed these stories, stable them together, and show my teachers, who in turns told me I should become a published author one day. I wasn’t sold on it at the time, admittedly (I’m dyslexic and I was bitter about it as a kid), but all the adults around me figured I’d either go into healthcare or become a writer (my peers figured I’d either cure all disease one day or become the next Jack the Ripper, so make of that what you will).

(spoilers, I'm going with both)

(the healthcare/writer thing, to clarify. Not the scientist/serial killer thing)

My first degree was in English/Creative Writing, and I worked as a journalist for a couple years. I’ve even got a couple poems and a short story published in small magazines.

My mental health took a dive after some personal loses, including the death of a beloved irl writing partner, combined with a shitty work schedule (listen if your job promises only 35 hours a week but actually has you working 50 across five days, not including travel, with promises of punishment if you call out and refuses to offer part time, run), so I haven’t had the motivation to publish anything original lately. I’m hoping once I’ve got my second degree in nursing, I’ll be able to land a job that lets me survive off of three day work weeks, so I’ll have time to focus on poems and novels (I don't care if my work days are long, as long as I enjoy what I do and can get them out of the way as soon as possible)

For now, I’ve dedicated myself to my fanfics (instant gratification upon publication babay)

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

If you can’t tell, I overthink as many small details as I can lol. I try to plot my stories out in advance and research things in advance. This part of the process does lead me to procrastinating often, though — I’ll plot the entire thing meticulously, tell myself, “wow that was a lot of work,” then I won’t touch the story again for weeks. The thing is, once I do start writing, I let myself have freedom — the characters and plot will go where they go whether I want them to or not, so I don’t try to fight it. If there’s a specific bit of dialogue or action that I want, I’ll write that part of the story first and hope the before bits don’t go too off track to get there smoothly

I’m also the worst as guessing what my word count will be — it’ll either be half as much or twice as much as predicted and I won’t be able to tell you what the word count will be until it’s ready to go live

#ask #zyrafowe-sny #death mention tw #mental health hit reference #toxic workplace #I promise there’s neat/fun stuff in here

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acerikus · 1 year

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So many people on this website will insist on the importance of image descriptions for the sake of accessibility and then immediately show you the shittiest, least accessible Geocities (or similar) website and insist the internet needs to go back to that :/

Like I agree, the sanitised minimalistic and samey approach a lot of modern websites take is kinda crappy and we need more excitement in them! But there's way more to this than just describing your images in text - does your text have good colour contrast with your background? Have you double-checked that with a colour contrast checker and verified that it passes colour-blindness checks? Is it appropriately sized?

Are you using a dyslexia-friendly font? Are you avoiding throwing text directly over a background image? (Because in most cases that's gonna make parts of it super hard to read and fail contrast checks in places!!!!)

Have you double-checked you can tab onto all important elements on a page so users who aren't using a mouse can still use the page fully? Do your images have alt text (yeah that's still important, most of you are getting that right at least lol)? Are you making good use of aria labels for the sake of screen readers?

Bc if you're not doing this kinda stuff then I'm sorry, you're better off sticking with the sanitised crap till you're able to figure it out or get someone to help you out. I think it's entirely possible to try to create a fun and personalised webpage with fun images and colours and layouts that isn't just Instagram#3000 or whatever, but so many of the examples people give on here are awful and just. Can't be used for so many people with visual impairments past total blindness.

Here's a colour contrast checker you can use - it lets you specify the hex code of your text and background and tells you if it passes checks! Some will pass checks only at certain sizes or depending on if text is bolded so it's pretty useful!

#bit of a web developer rant lmao #if i was on desktop I'd probably grab some chrome + firefox extensions or websites to refer ppl to for help with this stuff but 🤷#just wanted to get this out there bc this has bothered me for a while #this post was spurned on by a post like i described that i just saw but it's not specifically about that #I've seen so many posts that are similar and i just can't vibe w the take

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Please, do you have any tips for getting the motivation to write? Not like, getting inspiration or figuring out how to write. I have so many ideas I have for both personal ideas and fanfics, but when I sit down to write, I get about one paragraph in, many two, then I just lose the motivation to keep on typing and figuring out how to structure my words. It's so frustrating and makes me wanna cry. Do you have anything you do to help you just sit down and write/type? It would be really appreciated! I don't want to be just called "lazy" anymore.

First off i'm so sorry that it took me so long to answer life kinda came up and grabbed me, also i can and will fight everyone who is calling you lazy because that's not okay, make them turn on their locations i just wanna talk

everything else under the cut bc this got long

Second! I think for me the biggest thing to just get me started is a first draft doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to exist. I just gotta spill words onto a page and then I can go back and like actually no i want this to read like this and this to read like this. Also why I'm an advocate for drafting in comic sans 'cause ain't nothing gonna look polished and finished in that font which means you can fuck up as much as you want just to get it down.

Third, and I don't know if this will work for everyone, I don't always write in prose the entire time--that is, sentences, punctuation, all that. One thing that I'm a big fan of doing is bullet fics where I'll just bullet point what I want to happy and not pay attention to tone consistency or any of that. Then I can break down parts that are being really loud in my head and do them with proper everything like how I'd write them out for a fic or a chapter but I can keep the momentum going of 'and then this shit happens 'cause they're both idiots' and just get everything out. I've had a lot of projects where they're about 20% actual written prose and 80% 'so this and then this and then this is what they're thinking' in bullet form. You can always go back and edit it later, just get it down and out of your head. I find sometimes re-reading the bullets can bring the daydream/story idea back to the forefront of my brain and then it's easier to keep writing as opposed to leaving it all up there where it's liable to disappear completely.

Kind of jumping off from that, there's a phrase someone told me once about not letting your pen rest on the page because you'll just get a big well of ink. Keep it moving and you'll figure it out. If i'm struggling to figure out how to phrase something or write something, I'll write the clunkiest version of it [or just put what happens in square brackets like this] and move on to come back to later. i find if i fixate too hard on the hump of what's giving me trouble in that moment i'll lose the rest of the story.

Then there are a few things that are more, like, personal ambiance things? I'll find a song or a soundscape to listen to that makes my brain vibrate at the right frequency to immerse myself in the tone of whatever I want to write and listen to it on repeat even if i'm not actively writing. For some longer pieces i'll take pacing breaks where i literally just get up and walk around listening to whatever it is while i make my brain spin about it without the pressure of putting it to words. If a few specific quotes or passages pop into my brain i might take the time to scribble them down but it's mostly about making sure i'm immersed enough in the world i'm trying to write so i don't have to concentrate so hard on making sure the technical parts of my writing matches with what's in my head.

I suppose something I will ask (and honestly maybe should have asked earlier) is what parts of writing make it feel 'complete' to you and where do you find it the hardest to pick up once you've left it for a bit? If it's the pressure to get everything down just so you can point to it and say 'see here's what's happening, here are the arcs, here's where the story goes,' then the bullet technique might be more helpful. If it's the art of figuring out how you want to phrase things and how you want your words to go, I'd suggest trying the square brackets technique so you can focus on the parts that feel really strong or that you really want to sink your teeth into without interrupting the flow of the words. It's totally okay to write things out of order (i still have to convince my brain of this sometimes too) and removing some of the pressure to make everything perfect (or even prose) first time around when you just need to write can be super helpful

I hope this was helpful and kind of what you wanted!!!!! If there are any other questions you have--or if you want more of these sorts of suggestions if they weren't very helpful--please lemme know

#dragonbabbles #i do have opinions on the matter

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re that ask you answered about meta, when you lay down so many of the moving parts like that suddenly it's very obvious to me that i never stood a chance, i was always going to be obsessed with the masterpiece that it is.

one of my favorite literary tricks is when story is told -> detour to seemingly unrelated story -> detour's conclusion is gasp the overarching story's conclusion and makes them both land harder. and like, meta is this x1000, at all times you're juggling with 15 different things and they're all so unique and different but all the paths lead rome anyway, something like

1- you have to experiment to confront and learn who you are ( the physical appearance thing for el and eddie, nancy taking a break from college, eddie's unexpected love story with…a motorcycle lol, and oh yea that one little kas thing too) 2- then and only then you can start figuring out what's the best enrichment for your enclosure 3- there is no end in sight you just gotta keep working at it forever and ever. but dw it gets easier / you get better

this - and the medusa thing, but i'm touching on that, i'd have to write an actual entire essay. which, eventually i will, sorry. - is why i said i think your specialty is You Know What You're About btw

and the other thing is i tend to be Bad at getting symbolism if it's not broken down for me, and meta's such a smart fic it never dumbs itself down and it has so much going on, but it's like so sharply dileanated, or as you better put it, it says exactly what you want it to say, so even to me it managed to get all its messages across very loudly and clearly

so i'm reading that ask like YEA YEA i know exactly what you're talking about i did see all of those things, and you're right to talk about them they're all extremely exciting things!!!

well except maybe for the openings of chapter thing, considering that the first chapter's "ARE YOU LISTENING" succeeded in, i kid you not, scaring the ever loving shit out of me. i mean, that was still a kind of exciting, certainly. congratulation in making me spontaneously develop an existential fear @ big fonts i guess? love this for me. anyway you did amazing with this as with everything else, tyvm

hum, sorry for having lost my mind quite so hard in your inbox there. but please never stop talking about meta, i love everything about it and i could talk about it forever so PLEASE let me know when i get annoying lol

first of all don't EVER apologize for something like this I mean I can't speak for everyone (although I doubt any writers are gonna disagree with me on this) but for someone to not only engage with a fic in their head this much but to take the time to say it out loud in my direction??? I owe you my LIFE I'm BESIDE MYSELF.

this is so so so cool all around, and especially because I get to see you picking up on all the little things I'm never sure people are picking up on because I'm never sure if I'm being concise enough to get them across in my writing, so I am unbelievably grateful to hear that you think all my silly little symbolism actually plays

also I too am obsessed with stories that seem to go off the rails only for the rails to converge again later on into the same set of rails, it is so fun for me to attempt and it is just as fun to hear this!! in this fic especially it was such a joy to just light a bunch of shit on fire and learn to juggle it as I went because that's kinda what Eddie was doing too the poor guy, but we got through it together

basically you are entirely too kind and I'll never forget this and I am so grateful that you guys give me chances to talk about the stuff I'm proud of having created so thank you for all of it 💚🐍

#ps what do you have against BIG FONTS I LOVE BIG FONTS #dot post #ask #kindnesses #metamorphoses fic #i will never stop talking about this fic and i'm not sorry about it peace and love #hugging you SO TIGHT

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