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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Dibs

Warnings: jealousy, insecurities, vaginal & anal sex, oral, threesome, JJ wanting John B’s girl

The room was smokey and starting to tip on its side from the amount you'd smoked and drank that night. You were totally wasted, more so than you'd ever been in your life. The uneasy feeling in the room didn't help. At least the weed and the alcohol made it a little more tolerable. You just didn't mean to take it so far. The tension was thick between your boyfriend and his best friend. The shitty looks and snarky comments only made you tip the bottle back further. What was the problem?

It seemed that every time you caught the blonde looking at you, John B was there to stick his tongue down your throat. You'd always felt JJ's eyes on you but you didn't think anything of it. Maybe he was just being aware of his surroundings. He knew you were with John B. So why was John B being so possessive.

The buzz seemed to help at first but you quickly realized that it only made JJ more comfortable with his staring and John B became more aggressive with his displays of affection.

You quickly pull away from the kiss, panting and trying to catch your breath while John B tries to pull you in again. You almost miss the way he shoots JJ a look before turning your head for a kiss.

"Stop," You push at John B's chest, trying to put some distance between the two of you. John B shoots JJ a glare. "What's your deal? Why are you acting like this?" You murmur, taking a moment to look between the two males.

"John B is jealous, Y/N." JJ pipes up, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the room again before leveling his gaze on you again. John B bristles as his hands tighten on your waist.

"Why?" You cup John B's face, urging him to look at you as he continues shooting daggers JJ's way.

"Because--," John B swallows before moving his brown eyes to yours, "--JJ has been eye fucking you for awhile and I'm sick of it." Heat and butterflies fill your gut as you try to remain unphased. Part of you liked that you had such an effect on the blonde while the other part didn't want to anger John B further.

"It's only fair. I had eyes on her first but you swooped in like some knight in shining armour like always." JJ shrugs, taking another hit and blowing smoke rings into the air. You were taken aback by this. You didn't know that JJ had been interested. You liked both guys but you'd always been loyal to John B.

"Dude, you don't get to call dips. Either step up and take your shot or sit down and shut up." John B growls at his best friend, pulling you further into his arms.

"This is me taking my shot. You just won't share her." JJ lets his blue gaze roam down your body and your blood seems to burn hotter. He wanted John B to.. share you. John B scoffs before turning back to you, cupping your face and making you look directly at him.

"You don't want that, right? You don't want to be shared?" His tone is even, not giving you a clue to what he really wants. You wanted everything to go back to normal. You wanted him to have his best friend. You didn't want them fighting over you and you didn't want to break up the group.

"I think," You lick your lips before placing a soft kiss to John B's mouth, "I'm okay with it if you are. It's just sex. You're the one I'm in love with." John B tenses under your touch but you could see his cock swelling in his shorts. His body liked the idea even if his brain didn't. John B releases a shuddering breath so you take it upon yourself to loosen his belt and undo his shorts. His cock springs free when you pull his boxers down and you quickly close your mouth around the swollen tip. John B groans, threading his fingers through your hair to guide you.

"She needs to be naked." JJ's voice startles you and you let the cock fall from your mouth as you sit up on your knees on the couch. John B swallows thickly before nodding, carefully helping remove your top. You shimmy out of your shorts until you're left in a bra and panties. John B's cheeks are red as you lean in to kiss him, hoping to ease his discomfort while he reaches around to unclasp your bra. The material falls from your body and he quickly tosses it, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as you kiss.

"Panties too." JJ's words startle you again and you find yourself pulling away from John B to comply, quickly removing your soaked panties. You hadn't realized how much of a mess you'd made. You lock eyes with JJ as you drop the panties to the floor and take in his disheveled state. His eyes were almost completely black from his blown pupils, his chest was heaving with every breath, and he had a massive bulge straining in the front of his shorts.

"Good girl. Now keep sucking." Your heart seems to soar with his praise, your praise kink shining through as John B guides your head back down to his lap. You stay on your knees on the cushion, your ass end exposed for JJ as you suck John B down your throat. The more sounds he made, the hotter you seemed to get. You never shied away from making your man feel good and John B always returned the favor. Only this time it's not John B's fingers that suddenly slide through your plump lips, spreading you wide while smearing your arousal over your throbbing clit. You whimper around John B's cock in your mouth and he groans, using your hair to guide you down further. You gag but refuse to stop. The thought of not being able to see JJ behind you had you trembling with anticipation. His light touches on your pussy were not enough.

"She's fucking soaked, man." JJ rasps, his rings brushing against your trembling thighs. "I think she likes being on display for us." JJ lets the tip of one finger penetrate you and your entire body clenches, begging to be filled. JJ chuckles before slipping his finger fully inside you, making you moan and vibrate around John B's cock.

“Jesus, fuck.” You hear John B croak, his grip tightening in your hair as JJ starts to finger fuck you faster. Your pussy quivers with your impending orgasm, John B’s hold in your hair being the only thing to guide you up and down. Just when the edge is near, JJ stops, withdrawing his fingers to gently rub your throbbing clit. You whimper, letting John B slip from your mouth.

“Why’d you stop?” You sob, feeling John B manhandle you on your hands and knees so you’re facing JJ. John B enters you roughly, making your eyes water before JJ answers.

“Because you’re only cumming on cock tonight.” You moan loudly as John B starts to fuck you, grunting with each movement as JJ frees himself and presses his swollen tip to your lips.

“Suck him, baby. Make him feel as good as you do me.” John B runs a soothing hand along your spine before gripping your shoulder as he hammers into you. You grant JJ access to your mouth, swallowing him as deep as you can while your body jerks with every thrust from John B.

“Fuck, that mouth. You’re so good at that.” JJ moans, tilting your chin so you’re forced to look into his eyes as you feel throat his cock. Tears run down your face as you struggle to catch a breath as your orgasm hits you hard, signaling John B’s own release. JJ growls, pulling you off him as John B slows to a stop and everyone fights to catch their breath. JJ doesn’t give you any warning before pulling your mouth to his and guiding you onto his lap. JJ pulls away long enough to tear his shirt over his head when something square bounces off his chest.

“Put a condom on.” John B growls, making JJ smirk as he plucks the foil from the cushion. You lift up so he can roll the condom on then he’s pulling you down, impaling you on his cock. You suck in a breath, already entirely too sensitive as he starts to thrust up into you, guiding your hips back and forth.

“You like that? Like having two cocks in you in one night?” JJ plucks your nipple between his teeth as your head falls back. You turn your head slightly to see John B watching with hooded eyes, his cock growing hard again as he watches you get fucked by his best friend.

“Yes. I love it.” You moan, never taking your eyes of John B. You reach for him and he happily stands, coming closer and kissing you hard. JJ’s fucking has you moaning against John B’s lips while two sets of hands roam your body.

“I want your ass.” John B growls, letting his warm hand slide down over your bouncing cheek.

“Take it.” You beg, your body threatening to come apart at the seems. John B kisses you harder before pulling away to spit in his hand then hiding it between your cheeks, pressing his spit against your unused hole. You suck in a breath as he penetrates, your body tightening on its own and making JJ growl in response.

“Focus on me. He’s gotta get you ready.” JJ jerks your head back to face him, capturing your lips as John B slips behind you. You get lost in the kiss and the feel of them both. You were in another world as you fought not to scream as John B added another finger to stretch you out. JJ strokes your clit with one hand and torments your nipples with the other, making sure to stimulate you through the pain.

“JJ.” You moan his name and his eyes seem to soften before he’s kissing you again. You don’t know why you set it but you can tell that he loves that you did. Suddenly your head is jerked back and John B is kissing you just as hard. You could tell he was growing jealous again so you reached back, stroking his cock and helping guide him where you want him before he pulls away.

“You tell me if you want me to stop.” John B says, kissing your shoulder after you nod, words being too hard for you to come by. The thick head of his cock presses inside your tight ring of muscle, making the three of you groan in unison.

“Keep going. Don’t stop.” JJ instructs, pulling you against his chest to give John B better access. You whither against him, wanting this to be as incredible for them as it was for you. His cock never seems to end until it’s finally seated inside you. The three of you are panting like you’d tan a marathon, your insides completely full of them. You were so stuffed you could feel it deep in your gut. You felt them everywhere. JJ starts to roll his hips, guiding yours back and forth until John B finds his rhythm.

“So, if you’d fucked me first—.” JJ starts before breaking out into a smile. You shake your head, too cock drunk to answer as hands fondle your body. You were on the brink of the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced and nothing was stopping it.

“She’s about to cum.” John B growls, his lips finding your neck as he fucks your ass, pulling out as JJ pushes in. You were delirious and hardly able to keep your eyes open or control the noises you made.

“Fuck, let’s fill her up then, B.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #john b obx #john b routledge #John b smut #tw dark content

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hubookunaluwawa · 2 months

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happy belated valentines and happy lent !! to celebrate, here’s some poorly-written smut that’s been in my drafts for about 6 months :D

*this is meant to be the prequel for this post*

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this isn’t the first time you’ve ever fucked someone. you’ve gotten your fair share of action over the years with a wide variety of people (usually when you’re intoxicated, as you’ve found that you can’t seem to enjoy sexual intimacy without the crutch of liquid or smokey courage). and as time went on, you grew less and less enthusiastic about your sexual encounters, eventually deciding to settle with your fingers and vibrator whenever you needed to get one off. and to that decision you remained loyal… until tonight. good thing, too, because you know for a fact that sex has never felt this good.

you can’t even remember how you both got into this situation. the last thing you remembered was sharing a blunt with a mutual friend from the party that your friends dragged you to, and now, your mouth is filled with his cock as you grind your clit on the bed beneath you. he groans above you in pleasure, and you feel your fluids start to soak the bed as his cum fills your mouth. you don’t think you can go on much longer without having his dick stuffed into your pussy, so you clamber up to his chest and start trying to grind against him.

“behave,” he mumbles huskily against your ear, grabbing your hips. he groans out in pleasure as he rubs his tip against your entrance. your pussy gets wet with slick, and you frantically grab his penis with your bright acrylics. “you wanna ride me, baby?” he asks with a teasing tone. “mhmmm,” you sigh out as you sink down onto his cock, and you begin to grind back and forth on him.

the sloppy noises of your pussy slapping against his balls begin to bounce off the walls of his room, and the overwhelming pleasure you feel from being stretched out on his thick cock is enough to drive you into a state of delirium. you think you can hear him teasing you about being eager, but your brain is complete mush at this point, so all you can respond with is prayer-like chants of “please– nghhh! can’t stop!” and “aa-ahhh need more.” and you know that there’s no more of himself that he can give to you, but you’re so preoccupied with chasing your orgasm that you can’t even find it in yourself to care. maybe it’s the weed talking, or maybe you’re just drunk off his cock, but you don’t even know where you end and he begins. all you know is that you never want it to end.

and then, he starts to lose control too, grunts turning into moans as he frantically starts fucking up into you. you both moan and grind until you’re squirting all over his dick. his penis slips out of you from the pressure of the fluids flowing out of you, but you quickly grab it and grind your overstimulated cunt on top of it until he cums onto his own chest. you bend down and lick the cum off of his body like it’ll disappear if you don’t. “tastes so gooood,” you moan as you lick up his seed.

this shifts something in him, you think, because his eyes are suddenly covered with more lust—which you didn’t even think could be possible with how he’d already been looking at you—as he roughly flips you on your back, sinks between your thighs, and starts eating you out. “what’re you doing to me?” he moans with your legs on his shoulders and his voice muffled by your swollen pussy, and you’re grinding down into his mouth as he slurps you up like a starved man. the noises coming from him between your thighs have you gripping his hair and moaning louder than you ever have before.

he inserts a couple of fingers between your folds while continuing to eat you out, and the moans that he releases from the sight of your arousal bring you closer to the edge. “fuckkk, i’ve never tasted pussy this fucking good before,” he desperately declares with swollen lips, and it’s enough to have you squirting on his wide fingers. “you’ve been holding out on me this whole time, huh? with this gorgeous pussy that’s squirting so much for me?” you try to respond, but all you can reply with is a jumble of overstimulated moans as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and your juices splash all over his sheets once more.

you both collapse on the bed, and you let out breathless laugh-moans at the tremors that shake your body due to your climax. and for a minute, you both just lay there relishing in each others company and feeling on top of the world. but then, post-nut clarity hits you like a bitch. you jolt up from the bed with a “fuck!” before immediately getting dizzy from the sheer amount of back-to-back orgasms he gave you. he turns to you, seemingly confused and concerned by your current state.

“you good?” he asks with an eyebrow raised, head resting on his elbow as he sits up from the pillow.

“you,” you start as you try to catch your breath, “you didn’t use a condom.”

his face goes blank, and then he also jolts up from the bed with a “fuck!”

you call out a panicked “exactly!” over your shoulder as you rush to the bathroom, because you’ll be damned if a little cbd-influenced escapade ends up giving you a uti.

“ok,” he says as he starts to grab his clothes, “ok, there’s a store across the street that’s still open, so i’m gonna head over there and see if they have any plan B.” or worse.

“wait, i’m coming with you after i finish up.”

“mhm,” he shakily responds as he begins to pace around the room.

ten minutes later, the both of you are at the front of the checkout line, and you can actually feel your eye twitch when the high schooler running the register snickers at the sight of your emergency contraceptives. “that’ll be $49.99,” she says. but before you can whip out your wallet, he hands her his card. you look at him in shock, and when he glances back at you in confusion, you quickly avert your gaze.

“what’s wrong?” he asks when you both leave the store.

“nothing!” you pause and turn to him. “just wasn’t expecting you to pay, so… thanks.”

“oh, please do not thank me for that shit. that’s the bare minimum, especially after what i put you through tonight.” he’s not looking at you anymore. instead, he sits down on the sidewalk and looks straight up at the stars (friendly reminder that this man is high !!!).

“i mean, in your defense, we both got really… carried away,” you say while sitting down beside him, and you both start giggling (friendly reminder that the both of them are high !!!).

your laughter dies down, and you’re both just staring at the sky in silence. and the weird thing about it is how comfortable it is. like, the both of you barely ever spoke outside the context of your friends, and yet, you can both just sit there and enjoy each other’s presence without having to say anything. but when he does say something, you’re not mad at it at all.

“you hungry?”

“i could eat.”

#college!au #eren x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #aki x reader #choso x reader #sakusa x reader #once again please tell me if it’s dookie !!!

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princessfanonanona · 2 years

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"Wake up, Mister Fenton."

He flinches, smooshing his face into his arms before lifting his head.

Green.

Danny blinks.

"Oh Great Expectations," Lancer sighs with relief. Knelt beside him in the blue grass, "How do you feel?"

"Uh…" he looks around, sitting up properly.

They're in the Zone, half the class, minus Tucker and Sam. Sprawled out in the grassy field.

"What happened?" He asks instead. He tries to remember, pain lancing through his head at the effort.

"Whereizit?!" Dash shouts sitting up with a jolt.

"Easy, easy," Lancer grabs Danny's shoulder to steady him. "You hit your head pretty hard."

"I did?" Danny blinks the spots from his vision, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand.

Somewhere further away, Paulina stares up at the drifting purple clouds. Muttered Spanish filling the air.

"What happened?" Danny asks, giving up trying to remember anything. He pushes himself to his feet. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Ah, you should stay sitting," Lancer says, reaching out to grab him. "Your head-"

"'M fine," Danny waves off, taking a step out of reach. He looks over the field.

Everyone is awake, and either getting to their feet to gather closer or staring in open shock at everything.

A brush of cold runs down his spine, making him gasp.

Danny pivots, striking a hard and fast punch to the center of the floating eyeball that had appeared behind him.

"Fenton?" Dash squeaks.

Danny shakes his hand out as he looks down at the bent over Observant.

"Why do I get the feeling this is your fault?" Danny asks them. He can feel the stares of the students, but he doesn't look back.

"Lor-" Danny grabs the front of his cloak to pull them upright.

"Skip the formalities, what did you do?"

"It has been- Ah- discussed that The King's Advisory Court needed to be…addressed." The Observant places wrinkled hands on Danny's and forces him to let go.

Danny hums.

"We have made the executive decision to assign members to-"

Danny punches them again, this time in the stomach. They double over with a wheezing gasp.

"So kidnapping humans to the Realms was your bright idea?"

"They are loyal to Lord Phantom," they gasp, glaring up at him

"You mean overzealous fans," Danny corrects, he leans over the Observant. "Send us home."

"No."

They vanish with a pop, smokey ectoplasm evaporating in their wake.

He glares at the spot they were before scrubbing a hand through his hair with a huff of a sigh.

"Mister Fenton?" Lancer asks tentatively.

Danny hums, shoving his hands in his pockets as he turns.

"What in the fuck was that?" Dash interrupts.

"Fenton stopped hiding," Wes says from his spot in the grass.

"Hiding?" Paulina repeats.

Wes rolls his eyes, getting to his feet and dusting off his shorts. "How about we make a plan of getting home and then we can play 20 questions."

Danny wrinkles his nose, "Or skip the 20 questions entirely, I can't remember shit."

Wes frowns, "What do you remember?"

"I know your names? I know where we are, but I can't remember anything from before," he shrugs.

Wes swallows. He glances at the other students.

"Whose Phantom?"

Danny blinks.

Blue eyes now green.

"Whose Fenton?"

"Gone."

#danny phantom #dp ficlet #impromptu zone field trip #bamf danny hours #wes weston #i legit only wrote this because i wanted to write danny punching an observant in the face in front of dash #interpret that however you want #nona writes

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ales-art · 2 months

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At first I wanted to show you just a fragment, but I liked seeing these guys together so much that I decided to publish the entire composition of " The Heat". And the profiles of Veronica and Vincenzo are open to donators and patrons) Ronnie is our favorite kitty, guys, a super-talented girl, whom they cherish and carry in their arms (in general, she would also wear them in her arms, but it’s difficult when you are not so tall , and they arerather tall, and so the level of adoration is the same ). Responsible for the drums. And Enzo is the local Jaskier. Bassist. He is sincerely in love with every lady he meets, he is friendly, talkative, loyal to His Highness Valente and does not recognize any other family except the band (and the guitar). "The Heat" is a collective image of many rock bands, individual performers and, in some places, simply outstanding personalities of related industries (fashion, cinema). So Ronnie combines the features of the Avril Lavigne, the grandiose Vivienne Westwood, Taylor Momsen, Miley Cyrus, Marilyn Monroe, Victoria De Angelis, of course, and others. Enzo, in general, is the very person that appears before the eyes of many, when someone pronounce the phrase "goth-metal guy". This is how he immediately appears to very thin, with smokey eyes, long black hair and a guitar. Only unlike this image, Vincenzo's character is eerily cheerful) The only one who has at least a plus or minus face that looks like one person, and not like a mosaic, is David. But I have already told you about David, why he is like that.

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merci-bitch · 1 year

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A Real Spy

Lorraine Broughton x fem!reader

Headcanons

Warning(s): NSFW mentions, fluff, talks of death

A/N: Now so, I’ve got lots of requests and a few were with Lorraine, our killer queen. So I watched the movie and decided to take notes. Ended up with 6 pages. @slutformisswena wanted me to post them, so here they are! It’s long. Very long. heh, enjoy! :)

Not my gif!

- Baby’s an american spy

- Got lots of scars

- Takes ice baths

- Smokes

- Drinks vodka with ice

- Her appartment in London has a very plain colour palette. Gray, white & black

- Wears designer clothes

- Fashion queen

- HEELS

- Boss arse bitch

- Doesn’t give a living fuck

- Girl is very smart, secretive

- Swears 24/7

- Sarcastic

- Queen with accents

- Speaks a bunch of languages like russian, swedish, german etc

- Has a simple yet smokey makeup look

- Trust issues

- A killer queen

- She knows, everything

- Very good with a gun

- She will kill if anyone hurts you

- She’s loyal once she knows she can trust you

- She has somewhat a 6th sense

- Poor girl has nightmares

- She has PTSD & trauma

- She’s an improviser

- She’s got some balls

- She’s hella strong

- Tall Beautiful Lady

- She knows the bodys weak spots. Good and bad

- She likes music

- She tolerates people but likes you

- She loves a good fight

- She has a dominant hand in everything

- She’s protective, a little possessive

- You were a one night stand to her, but nearly ended up dead if it wasn’t for Lorraine. You refused to leave her so she kept you around.

- She taught you how to defend yourself

- She’s a fearless killer

- She depends on you like you depend on her

- She’s actually nice, can you believe that?

- She’s a caring peerson.

- When she comes home covered in scars, you patch her up

- You’re her bitch

- She’s claustrophobic under water after nearly drowning

- She does have good breath control

- She’s always warm. You could be freezing in the cold, go to her. She’s warm. She’s got a warm heart <3

- She’s paranoid sometimes

- She does care and she does cry

- Queen of disguises

- She’s got a sense of humour

- Her job is a big part of her, and you just have to accept that

- She likes quiet evenings

- She reads books. You might not think it, but she does

- Likes to take a moment to just breathe. She doesn’t get to do that very often

- She wants to have her life back, even though she knows she never fully can. But you make her life just a little easier everyday

- She doesn’t really know how to comfort you when you cry. She does what she can to make you stop. Will kill if she has to

- When she’s sad, she lashes out in anger

- She likes chugging contests

- She isn’t really a hugger or cuddler but you don’t really care

- There is never a gentle kiss with Lorraine

- You sometimes wear her sweathers

- When she leaves for a job, she always brings a shirt of yours with her

- She waits until you’ve fallen asleep to sleep herself. Most of the time she doesn’t even sleep thanks to nightmares but seeing you sleeping brings her peace. Knowing you’re safe

-Kisses the back of your head,

- She has a weak spot for you, even before you were together

- Teases you for being shoter than her

- She loves you, but won’t say it

- Her eyes change with emotion

NSFW

- She’s dominant with a gentle touch

- She smokes after sex

- She’s a tease

- She doesn’t share

- Aftercare with her could look like you lying on her chest with her hand playing with your hair

- She likes to shower together, but the baths she takes alone. The ice baths are her way to get away from the world

- She likes to choke you

- She wants you to be comfortable most of all

- She likes to be on top, but also to have you lying on top of her with your back pressed against her chest as one of her hands moves down between your legs and the other wraps around your throat

- She’s not the biggest PDA person, but will lay her arm behind your back on your chair. Lay her hand on your thigh or have you sit in her lap

- Shoulder kisses is a 100% yes for her

- She likes slow teasing kisses

- Sometimes biting kisses

- Rough is always welcome

- French kissing

- You ache for her

- Pet names like baby, darling, sweetheart etc

- Make up sex is bomb

- Lasts for HOURS

- She wears lace underwear or nothing at all

- LOVES grinding

- She knows your body like the back of her hand

- She likes to push you against the wall

- When she does ^ and she kisses you, one hand will always be on the wall above your head and the other either on your waist or hip

- I wouldn’t call her too kinky but she does have some kinks

- Like choking, hair pulling, spanking, orgasm denail, edging, light BDSM, overstimulation, a little bit of exhibitionsm

- Sex with Lorraine is either rough, well it’s never slow and gentle, but she likes to keep a pace that will leave you breathless no matter what

- She’s a little flirty

- She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

- She likes when you give her a massage

- She knows what she’s doing at all times

#atomic blonde #lorraine broughton #lorraine broughton x reader

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foxyfrolic · 3 months

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// revisiting my pipe fox concept, based off of the mythological teensy fox spirits that sometimes inhabit pipes

They can range in size, but are usually the size of a mouse or hamster. They usually inhabit pipes, but can make their home in many different objects. Their tails are nebulous and smokey,and can change size and shape. They can be mischievous, but for someone that looks after them and leaves offerings, they’re loyal little friends that can offer anything from comfort and companionship to assistance with every day tasks

#out of fox #aster art #pipe foxes

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murdockussy · 2 years

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Im neck deep in Sith!Obi so maybe some of that? Xreader…Putting reader in her place 🥹

Writing this has me in a deep Sith! Obi-Wan hole that I never want to leave. I love this request and I hope you enjoy it!!

(Head to my masterlist to read more about requests :))

Nothing Like You

Warnings: Fighting, choking, death references, sad Obi but he's hot when he's angry

Words: 4,700 ish

There was only one way to describe you felt – cold. Though not like the chill you’d feel as a cool breeze blew against your skin, or the icy metal of your lightsaber handle after being untouched for hours on end. No, this was different. This was the kind of cold that created an echoing tremble beneath your bones, that caused your mouth to run dry as you continued on your journey. The constant chill that ran through your spine stemmed from no relation to weather, but a place of unease – of fear.

Years before now – back when you were only approaching your trials for becoming a Jedi Master - there had been rumors sparked about a troubled Padawan and his loyal Master. It was believed that the Padawan - Anakin Skywalker - had been clouded by a darkened influence, his beliefs contorting down an immoral path Jedi swore to never go down. It was said that his Master - Obi-Wan Kenobi - had tracked the boy down to put an end to his disorder, thought what was to follow remained a mystery to all.

Some believe that Kenobi never made it – that Skywalker was too well hidden for him to find. Many suspect that the Master is still seeking out his Padawan. Others till this day often debate over the idea of Kenobi succeeding, only to cut his life short afterwards from guilt. Either way, the Jedi Order and the Republic remained stable, people still enduring their peaceful lives within the temple.

However, all began to change when a handful of your fellow Council members began to disappear one by one, not a word spoken or a trace left behind, which led you to where you were today.

It had been close to three days since you left the temple, yourself as well as other Jedi recruited individually to seek out the missing personnel. Given the little information you had on the issue, you all jumped to action with no guidance or direction, your only navigation being your gut feeling and the Force.

For the first two days, you’d flown from planet to planet in hopes to communicate with any available resources, any allies of the Jedi, to gather information, only to be let down by almost everyone's unfamiliarity with the situation. With no lead, you jetted out to deeper space, little hope to be found until you felt something – a sudden yet powerful disturbance within the Force – you instantly following the path it was leading you across.

The pull led you to an unknown planet, your ships navigations reading the terrene as completely vacant, and the closer you flew towards it, the more a feeling of restlessness began to expand inside you, growing wider in mass as you drew closer.

Dipping into what looked like a lifeless valley, the grounds beneath you were paved with red lava, the rivers of it a glowing blur as you skimmed just above the surface, you taking in the vast charcoal mountains surrounding you as you continued to peruse the draw of the Force. Your commute came to a stop as you reached a dead end, your pull taking a final tug as you landed your spacecraft atop of a flat cliff.

Switching off the engines, you shook the overwhelming feeling of nerves as you tugged your robe over your shoulders and grasped onto the handle of your saber, the weight of it resting in your palms bringing you a slither of comfort.

Stepping out onto the land, you couldn’t help but be somewhat appreciative of the sight before you – a volcano like mountain standing tall, you unable to see anything above it besides the dim smokey skies, trickles of raging lava cascading down the sides bringing light to the inky structure. At the base of the abundance was a hollow opening, a cave engulfed by darkness.

Igniting your saber, you held the weapon in front of you, your blade illuminating the walls of the cavity as you hesitantly entered, the sight of your ship growing faint behind you.

The further you trekked, the worse your emotions grew, your anxiety peaking as you walked, the sounds of your boots crushing rubble beneath you mixing with trickles of water in the distance echoing around you, your eyes constantly averting from left to right. Something definitely was off about this place, and you were certain that whatever it was would not be good news.

Your tour felt never ending, the sights around you remaining the same as you walked, and at one point you considered the possibility that you’d somehow got yourself caught in a hallucinative loop. That changed, however, when the acoustics around you grew quieter, you spotting a door like structure carved into the stone ahead. You approached it with caution, you switching the angle of your lightsaber to take in the mysterious carvings on the surface of the entrance, it portraying symbols that were unknown to you.

Before you had the chance of attempting to decode the message, the wall slid backwards, you jumping at the sudden movement, pulling your weapon close to your body as you changed your stance, preparing to attack. Met with nothing but silence, you relaxed slightly, your stance still defensive as you proceeded towards the door, your fingers pressing against the crack in the surface, the rock swinging open.

Stepping beyond the door, you were met with what seemed to be a second cave, the circular room larger in width than in length, the space illuminated by the dangling torches hanging from the wall's surfaces.

Passing beyond the doorway, your head tilted to take in the multiple hallways stemming from the room, you were oblivious to the closing of the door behind you, the thud of the frame closing causing you to spin with an audible gasp. Your back to the room, you frantically darted your eyes around the doorway, confused by the lack of presence you anticipated to be there – though something lingered in the air that caused you to feel nervous, a certain darkness that added to your weighty unease.

As you attempted to spin yourself back around to explore the cave, a sudden pressure snaked itself around the entirety of your body, a tightness on your neck causing the air around to become difficult to inhale. Your body grew limp, blood running cold as your feet disconnected with the stone floor beneath you, fear prickling across your skin as you levitated. Instantly you recognized the power being used against you – the Force – though not the kind you’d harvested for the entirety of your life. Whoever your new opponent was, they were completely surrounded by darkness.

Using all you might, you fought for air as you attempted in every way possible to break free from the Force hold, your body remaining stiff as you gradually were dragged slowly through the air away from the door, the movements coming to a pause once you were center of the room.

Your hand began to unwillingly loosen on your weapon, the blade of your saber lowering back into its handle before being pulled forcefully from your hand, a soft clap of the metal meeting with fabric sounding from behind you. Your eyes began to water, your mind feeling light as you continued to fight for air, your voice strained as you pushed out a soft plea, “...Put me... down”

The pressure surrounding you suddenly dissipated, your heightened body falling to the floor, you landing on your side before lifting yourself into a kneeling position, your hands resting on your chest as you remained doubled over gasping for air.

Your fuzzy brain regained its focus, your vision clearer from the oxygen flowing into your lungs once again, you only just taking notice of the shadowed figure in the corner of your eye. Raising your body into a standing position, you turned to face the person before you, the silhouette of a body seated on top of a colossal charcoal throne, their face shielded by the hood of their black robe, one of their legs bent resting on the seat in front of them while the other placed itself onto the floor, their foot tapping on the stone surface of the ground.

Your stomach dropped at the sight. You could feel the rage, the darkened power radiation off them as they sat smugly, spread out on their throne, you coming to a swift understanding of why you’d been feeling so anxious – the answer was seated directly in front of you.

Out of instinct, your palm opened as you attempted to drag your weapon back to you, only to be met by a strong resistance, you spotting the gloved hand of the person gripping the hilt of your saber, you switching to a less abrasive plan of action – you'd have to talk your way out of this.

“Who are you?”

You were met with a response of deep laughter, your patience beginning to wear thin as you took a step closer to the hooded figure.

“I asked you a question, show yourself!” you called, the echo of your choice swimming between the walls of the room.

The figure slowly adjusted their position, both their legs now touching the ground beneath them as their posture turned upright, their free hand steadily inching its way to their hood before pulling, the fabric of their disguise falling behind their head revealing their face.

Your eyes widened as you absorbed features of the man. His hair long, loose pieces falling against his forehead. On his left cheek, a permanent scar, a single line of deep reds and purples dripping from his cheekbone through to the edges of his lips. Though what stood out most of all was his gleaming eyes, the rings of his orbs a vibrant yellow hugged by a red horizon, a chill running down your spine as you caught them staring directly into yours.

He watched as you stalled, fear striking you. It had been so many years since you’d heard of a Sith, let alone encountered one.

“You’re afraid” The voice taunted, his eyes never leaving yours, “by my understandings, that isn’t very Jedi like, now is it?”

You dismissed his words as you attempted to restrain your emotions, not wanting him to read your sentiments any further. For a second time, you attempted to lure your weapon back to you side, your trial resisted against once again, his strength even stronger this time.

“If you wish for your weapon, all you have to do is ask” he smugly joked.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice sturdy, you beginning to move closer to the throne the man sat atop of, mentally creating a plan of action.

“What makes you think I wanted you? You are the one who came to me, after all”

“The Force led me here, though I see now that it wasn’t the Force. It was just you, wasn’t it?”

“Smart little thing you are. However, still so foolish to fall into my trap, just like those before you”

Alarms began to ring in your mind at his words, you starting to connect to missing puzzle pieces.

“This is something you do often, falsely lure people in?”

“Not just people - Jedi. Though only the weakest of them seem to fall for it”

Suddenly it clicked, the disappearances of the Council members now making sense. They we’re bought here under false pretenses, just as you had been. But now one question remained – where were they?

“Whatever trap you think you have me in, I will not fall for it”

“Don’t be so naive. You know within your pathetic, hopeful little heart that you’re already trapped. But you should be proud, so far you’ve survived longer than the rest did”

“Where are they?”

“They’re gone” he said, raising his hand above him with an open palm, the sounds of rattling metal appearing from one of the hallway exits beside you, “Returned to whatever pathetic afterlife they believe in”

You caught the movement from the corner of your eye, your attention turning towards it. Your stomach dropped as you caught sight of the levitating pile of weapons, memorable lightsaber hilts piled together, some destroyed, burnt and broken, others completely intact – they belonged to your fellow council members, and you realised in that moment that they truly were gone.

“Don’t be so sorrowful. Their deaths we’re quick, practically painless – some of them, anyway” he scoffed, a small smile pulling at his lips as he gawked over the stack of weapons.

You took the small chance you had while the Sith was distracted to take back your saber, the resistance no longer there as you pulled it towards you through the Force, the metal flying through the air before landing in your palm, a wave of ease flowing through your veins as you gripped it with all your might, igniting the flaming blade.

Too late to stop your movements, the man threw the sabers back into the room they appeared from, the crashing sounds of them colliding with the floor causing you to jump, his face devious as his attention diverted back to you, his posture tightening.

“Smart move. A courageous thing you are, such a shame for you to go to waste”

“You won’t kill me” you spat, your legs spreading as you adjusted your stance, preparing for any form of attack.

“You weren’t exactly who I wished to have here in the first place, don’t be so egotistic”

The man stood, his frame appearing larger than yours as he stepped away from his throne, his direction aiming towards you. You side stepped, your legs slowly carrying you in the opposite direction of the man, him following pursuit, the two of you circling around one another from a distance.

“I’m not the one here with an ego issue”

A laugh erupted from the man, his prefect teeth flashing you a smile you’d believe to be genuine, friendly even. In the moment, you took a small slither of appreciation for the man's looks, his handsomeness shining through his dishonorable demeanor.

“You remind me of myself. I used to be as likeminded as you are, brave, daring, lig-”

“I am nothing like you. We are not the same”

His arm extended in front of him, gloved palm rotating to face you, your body stopping in its tracks. A sudden tight grip wrapped itself around you, squeezing you together from the neck down, a pressure on your throat lightly tightening, but you we’re still able to breathe unlike the last time.

“Do not interrupt me!” the man howled, his arm reached out as he stormed towards you, your heart beginning to rapidly beat.

He came to a pause a few feet away from you, his Force hold remaining strong as he stepped to the side, him now circling around you figure as his eyes raked your body up and down, watching as you attempted to fight against his grip.

“Your eagerness is intriguing. If I kill you now, your power goes to waste... but I can’t exactly let you walk out of here free, can I?”

“Let go of me” you responded, ignoring his question.

His body slowly passed your front, his eyes starting at your feet before working their way up to your face, you losing sight of him again as he worked his way behind you.

“I can give you a choice, a change of freedom” he said, you falling silent, him taking that as a que to continue.

“Either I kill you now” he spoke as he stepped forward, his voice appearing now directly behind you, his breath fanning over your ear sending chills down your spine, you lips parting in shock. “Or... you join me” he cooed into your other ear.

“No!” you spat, your head twisting to the side to face him, a smirk forming as he watched you struggle harder against his hold.

“Show a little appreciation, young one, you’re the first that’s even gotten the chance to make it out of here alive”

“I would rather die than to become a Sith, to become someone like you!”

To your complete shock, his hold around you faltered at your words, his smirk quivering. You took his bizarre reaction to your advantage, you continuing to throw insults his way.

“To be your apprentice would be worse than death itself. You are no leader I would live for!”

His features turned sour, yet his hold grew loose, you ongoing with your words.

“To have you as a Master would be a dishonor!”

A small whispered “No” escaped through his tight frown, his scorching eyes clouded with painful thoughts as he watched you. You took your chance at his distraction, your closed fist opening slightly as you used all your strength to knock the man beside you with the Force, his body stumbling backwards as the hold you were trapped in completely disappeared.

Without a second thought, you charged at the man, your ignited saber swinging towards him, him reflexing away at the last moment as your blade swooshed beside him.

With a twirl, he pulled his own weapon from his hip just in time for your second attack, his blade shooting forward, the flaming sword colliding with yours, the block just centimeters away from his face.

Your eyes widened at the blazing colors before you, you stumbling away from the man in pure shock. He stood, chest heaving as he watched you with fury, yet you couldn’t seem to care for the moment, you completely in a trance as you stared at his sword, mind moving at a rapid pace.

What was once blue now flickered with streams of red flowing from the base to the tip of the blade, the swirling colors dancing around one another, almost as if the red was a growing infection within the weapon.

Your mind flew back to the many conversations you’d had about a well-respected Jedi, one who was kind, yet skillful. Determined and hopeful, who’s vibrant blue saber was unforgettable on any battlefield. Who succeeded in his ways of becoming a General, coming forth to the Council just as you had. Who cared for his people so deeply, enough to lay his life on the line to stop his beloved Padawan – someone he considered to be a brother - from choosing a life of darkness. The realisation dawned on you, the mystery so many before you had yet to solve now standing before you.

The colorful blade of his weapon cascaded back into its hilt, his wide stance pulling together as he relaxed, him taking a step towards you.

“Ahhh, and there it is. You know”

“You... You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi”

Taking another step forward, he spoke again, “That name is just a ghost of my past, now I am only what remains”

Confusion aside, you couldn’t help but let the anger bubble deep inside you, your words pouring from your mouth before you had the chance to stop.

“They praise you, speak so highly of your dedication to the Order! Everyone holding you on some sort of... pedestal, but they are wrong! You’re no role model, you’re nothing like how they make you out to be!”

“You know what they say; never meet your hero's”

His smugness fueled your emotions, you holding your saber in front of you, the tip of it pointing towards his chest as you continued.

“How could a Jedi as honorable as Obi-Wan Kenobi turn into such a disillusion? You we’re atop of your game, you were a General, a member of the Council, you-”

“The Jedi Council were mindless! And they remain to be that way!”

“The Council aren’t the cause for this, you are!”

The shout of your words caused something within the Sith to snap once more, his smug tone turning cold as he pushed you backwards through the Force, your saber remaining ignited as it catapulted towards him, his own switching on to blaze with light, him holding both weapons in his hands.

“They made me the way I am!” Kenobi spat, you stumbling backwards as he chillingly creeped towards you, his voice rising as he continued, “They’re deceitful, selfish!”

“You hold so much anger towards them, enough to murder them with cold blood. There’s a cause” you stated, slowly pacing yourself away, you cautious to not push his buttons too far as you spoke, “Could it be guilt? A small part of you still regretful for turning against your own?”

“I don’t feel any remorse for your kind, their lies and dishonesties we’re the cause of their deadly fate, it was just a matter of time before they met it”

The glow in his eyes intensified with the colorful reflection of both sabers in his hand, his darkness seeping through now more than ever as he stalked you down like prey, you maintaining your distance as you both circled around the room.

“Someone as generous as the legendary Obi-Wan would not act in such vile ways over just lies-”

“They’re untrustworthy! They speak of the Sith in such negative manors, withholding from teaching the strength we hold, forcing those who feel it to reject it! They fear our power, the fact we’re stronger than any Jedi!”

“Yet you we’re one of them, one of the best members the Council ever had”

“The Kenobi they speak of is dead! Your people rejected the boy, rejected the truth that was stood directly in front of them! Their delusions and self-indulgence have consequences that we’re far overdue till now!”

His shouts ricocheted off the cave walls, your eyes squinting slightly from the pain that formed inside your ears. He was furious, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace has he grew closer to you. You knew you were now within dangerous waters, you getting somewhat of a breakthrough at his confession, his emotions pouring through the cracks he never meant to open, yet you went ahead with your questioning, working with a lack of plan as you continued.

“The boy...” you spoke calmly, his head tilting lower as he listened to your words, “They rejected him, your Padawan – Anakin Skywalker?”

“Don’t speak his name!”

Pain was evident in his voice, his angered gaze softening for just a moment, and suddenly it all made sense – his turn on the Jedi Order, on the Council, why he was killing the people of his past one by one.

“What you’re doing isn’t for your own sake, this is all for him. They rejected him, and now you’re seeking revenge, aren’t you?!”

Your breath was knocked from your lungs at the sudden drag of your body, your back colliding with the floor as you toppled over. Your arms were pulled from your sides, a nonexistent presence holding them out extended beside you, pinning you to the cool floor, you unable to lift yourself up. Fear slid its way through your bloodstream as the man marched towards you, him stepping over your body, his frame taller than ever as he stood with his boots on either side of your torso, the blades of the lightsabers now crossed dangerously close to your neck.

“You think you’re so wise, don’t you, little one? Attempting to use my past against me, to lower my guard?”

His body shifted, his legs lowering, knees moving one by one to rest on the floor beside you, his back arching slightly down as he now kneeled hovering above your stomach, his body dominating yours as he lowered the weapon just inches from your skin, the heat of the overlapped blades causing your neck to grow uncomfortably warm.

“You’re more naive than I thought. You believe your words can hurt me? I killed my Padawan, watched as the life drained from his body, and guess what, I'm going to do the same to you”

Your body drew cold with terror as your pulse began to catch in your throat, you fighting with what power you had to press your neck away from the blades.

“Oh, you’re scared? You should be”

“Don’t... don’t do this”

The man scoffed, his face lowering as close to yours as it could be without the sabers making contact with his chest, your stomaching beginning to churn with something different, something non fear related.

“Do you really think I'd let you walk out of here and return to your Jedi scum ways? You know your options, so choose”

Sudden images casted across your mind, a vision of yourself beside the man on the throne. You looked different, barely recognizable to who you were today. Your clothes were darker, more fitted, less layered and simpler. Your hair was longer, cascading across your chest, free from its usual pushed back look the Council made you wear. Your eyes were glowing, warm colors identical to the man sat beside you.

Yet of all the differences, one thing struck you the most – your smile. It was genuine, the brightest you’d seen it after so many years. It stretched out across your pink flushed cheeks as your head tilted to look at the Sith below you, his face turning to meet yours, your joyous features spreading onto his face. You we’re happy, truly happy – something you hadn’t been in a long time.

Your attention was drawn back to the present at the sound of the weapons being switched off, the humming coming to an end as the man pulled the handles away from your neck, him reattaching them to his hips as his face remained unreadable, the angered expression gone.

“You’re-”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice stern as you spat, “You can’t trick me, lure me into the darkness with false predictions!”

“I didn’t do that”

“You expect me to believe you, out of all people, you?! I won’t give in to your lies, get out of my head!”

His body swiftly shifted, his hands falling besides your head as he remained kneeling above your torso, the anger from his eyes pouring into yours as he glared at you, his breath hot across your face as he spoke.

“If I was in your head, you’d know. But I saw them too. That was not me, young one, that was the Force”

You remained silent, your breathing unsteady as you pondered. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew within yourself that the Sith was right, that he wasn’t the cause of the image projections in your mind. Yet you refused to accept it, option for silence over a reply to his words.

“Refuse all you want, but you know the truth” he spoke, his body shifting as he raised a palm from the floor, it smoothly drawing closer to your face until it made contact with your skin, his gloved fingers delicately tracing from the edge of your temple to the base of your jaw.

“Your whit and courage can be put to so much more use. In the Council you have to fight to remain equal, but here, you won’t have too. Isn’t that what you want?”

The eye contact you maintained with the man wavered, you looking below his face before his fingers pinched your chin bringing your gaze to meet his once more. Your face was now mere centimeters from his, an electricity in your lips forming at the close distance between his and yours, his voice falling deceivingly sweet as he cooed.

“By my side, you can be happy, just like you were in the vision. There’s a darkness within you. It’s there whether you wish to accept the facts or not. Allow it to overtake you, bask in its power. Join me, let me help you... We can be free, together”

There was a beat of silence once the whispered words fell from his mouth, the two of you unmoving as you allowed his offer to sink within your skin, your answer becoming clear, him catching a glimpse your decision through the brisk twinkle in your eye. Sucking in a sharp breath, his head dipped, his lips barely grazing yours, him waiting for you to lock in your fate, and without a second thought, you did, a powerful yet blissful wave of darkness dancing down your spine as your lips made contact with his.

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shesalewa · 9 months

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All my favorite jojo's bizarre adventure CHARACTERS and why.

Jonathan Joestar. He's my top one. I want him to be my boyfriend. He's a gentle person and very understanding. That's why I like him.

Smokey Brown. He's funny. Devoted. And strong. Why would I not like him?

Kakyoin Noriaki. I can relate to him a lot, I've been through what he's been through in his childhood, just like him I found people who are just like me and accept me for who I am, but unlike him I'm not dead. Yet.

Shigechi, Tbh he's not really my favorite character. I don't have a favorite in part 4.

"not even Koichi?" No. I relate to Shigechi because, 1. He wants MONEY, I want money too. 2. He wants to protect his family and mother, I do too.

Narancia, I'm stupid. He's stupid. He wants to go to school at the same time he's too stupid to be in school. We relate to each other, but he has someone who believes in him. Not me. Not yet.

Emporio, I don't like sports, but for this boy I will.

Diego Brando, he likes weird rocks. I do too. He's a momma's boy. I love my mom but I'm not a momma's girl.

Kei Nijimura, she's hot. Plus, she's the only version of Jotaro that I'd like, and, she's the only Joestar other than Jonathan I like.

Before you guys ask why is it I don't like any of the Joestars other than Jonathan and Kei.

This is because I really don't see anything special in them.

Joseph? Great dude, not my kind of guy, but I'd be friends with him.

Jotaro? I'm a woman. He'd hate me, and I'd hate him too, I'd actually be very petty and start calling him a momma's boy and I'd find myself in a hospital with a broken nose and broken ribs. And I'd report him to the police for it.

Josuke? We won't get along. I love turtles. Not only that I hate his hair. I really hate his hair. I'd be dead if I'm with him.

Giorno? No. I'd see him and my mind would immediately say he's dangerous. My instincts are too high especially in countries I don't live in.

Jolyne? no. Her rookie mistake was leaving witnesses in the crime scene. Plus I wouldn't get along with her. Cause she's in jail and I'm not.

Johnny? Too cocky. Literally. He's all good and all but he's just... Not my type of people to hang with. I'm. Traumatized. And. Scared. Of. Horses.

Gappy? ... Okay 👍 he's decent. But again. I don't know him and if I saw him Robbing places, I'd end our friendship. He's a good guy, he means good. But no sweetie.

"what about other characters?"

Rohan is too much of a narcissist.

Polnareff is too much for me.

Avdol... He's not my favorite but he'd end up annoyed with me because I treat him like he's my dad.

Speedwagon? I don't get the hype. But I love him. Love his character development too.

Erina? Yes. She's amazing but then Again. She and I won't meet eye to eye because I wanna steal her husband. But I can't because Jonathan is a loyal man.

Ceasar? He's not a pancake. He's a pizza. That way it's more Italiano. But he's a womanizer. And I'm scared of him. I don't know why but I was literally afraid of this man when I first met him.

Abbachio? Same with Rohan, but not like Rohan. He's more protective and selfish.

Fugo? He'd yell at me hours on end because of a mistake I made in math,

Mista? No. If I see him with his gun and all of a sudden he yells "SEX PISTOLS!!! 1,!2, 3, 5, 6,7!!!" I'm avoiding him. That or I'd yell at him and ask why he skipped 4.

Bruno? ... His aura just screams bad guy. I also hate his hair. But. Other than that. Same reason with Avdol.

Trish? Cover up. please. I get it's her sense of fashion and I shouldn't judge. But what if it starts raining. Please cover up.

F.F? She's lovely. A bit weird. But understandable.

Ermes? Girl's got anger issues. I'm afraid of her.

Anasui? ... Bad vibes. Unless he's walking in 6-10 inch heels, he's not a drag queen. Cover up.

Weather report? ... No. Bro is 35 and in jail. I'm not risking myself. Nor to anyone actually.

Gyro Zeppeli? ... HE DOESN'T KNOW HYGIENE. HIS TEETH AREN'T GOLD. HE JUST DOESN'T BRUSH HIS TEETH. IF I CAN EFFING SMELL HIS STICKY A$$ FROM MILES AWAY NO WAY IN HELL AM I GOING NEAR HIM.

Hot pants. She's amazing. But no.

Lucy? Idk bro. But she's nice.

Yasuho? ... Sigh... She reminds me of Koichi. Thing is. I'm not really done with SBR.

But I don't like other characters because I have no interest in them nor can I relate to them.

"but Jotaro is like the hottest guy in JJBA!"

Yeah and so is Jonathan.

"but Joseph is-" or "Josuke-" or "Giorno is-" no.

After Jonathan I've never really liked anyone else, Jonathan, smokey, Kakyoin, (I have no favorite in part 4), Narancia, Emporio, Diego, and Kei. These are my favorites.

I'm sorry if I've offended you but I'm just a stupid bi—h that can't keep her mouth shut about her opinion/preference. I respect who you guys like but I too, have favorites.

Edit: sorry I couldn't name all the characters, I don't remember all of them.

P.s. please don't be shocked that my no.1 favorite is actually Jonathan and not Kakyoin.

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thrxughthenxght · 8 months

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✨Another APFT snippet because I am on FIRE with these ✨

Kaz sauntered into the saloon, cane thumping with every step. A large Pantoran blocked his path.

Kaz stopped and set his cane in front of him. He wrapped both hands over the head.

"Hello, Ba'Karr," he said, not bothering to try and sound courteous. Everything came out of his helmet with some layer of gravel, something was wrong with his mic.

"Brekker," Ba'Karr growled. "What're you doing here?"

"Smokei wanted to see me," Kaz said smoothly. "How's the wife, by the way?"

Ba'Karr's eyes widened. Kaz made a shooing motion with his cane. Ba'Karr stepped to the side wordlessly.

Kaz stepped forward into the saloon. It was quiet, as he'd requested, and largely empty. Ba'Karr guarded the door and another guard stood by the window.

Smokei sat in the centre of the room, lazily pulling a hooka to and from his fat lips.

"Kaaaaaz," he grated lazily. Kaz bowed his head, letting the light catch his helmet. "Come, Kaz. Sit."

Kaz did as the Hutt asked. Smokei took another drag from his hooka before he spoke.

"You are a good bounty hunter, Kaz," Smokei began, blowing smoke in the face of Kaz's helmet. Kaz didn't flinch and merely inclined his head. "You are an expensive bounty hunter as well."

"Quality doesn't come cheap."

Smokei laughed, puffing more smoke out of his gaping hole of a mouth. "You are arrogant," he declared, smacking the table with a flabby hand. Kaz inclined his head again, not bothering to hide the grimace behind his helmet. "A trait of Mandolorians?"

Kaz didn't answer.

He didn't say anything. Never show your hand, let people come to you.

Smokei did. He sighed heavily, took a drag of his hooka and began again. "I have been informed that there is a price on my head," he said. "A large price."

Kaz nodded. He'd seen the bounty. Half a million credits. Not half bad but for a Hutt it was cheap.

Smokei paused luxuriously before speaking. "You have taken a bounty for me, Kaz," he said. "I want to ensure that you are still loyal to it."

"You have the money?"

"Kaz," Smokei laughed, "do you doubt me?"

Kaz tilted his head to the side, not speaking. Smokei's laughter filled the empty saloon and then shrivelled up to nothing.

"Of course I have the money." Reaching under the table, Smokei produced a small leather bag. Kaz reached for it.

"The bounty," Smokei said, a warning note in his voice as if to remind Kaz he was still a Hutt.

Kaz pulled a remote out of his pocket and pressed the button. A hologram of a dead human's face flickered into life.

"You killed him?"

"You wanted him dead or alive," Kaz said, eyes fixed on the fluttering hologram. "He chose to run."

He clicked the remote again. The hologram shut down with a small noise. Smokei laughed and pushed the money across the table.

"I'll leave him in the yard," Kaz said. He swiped the money and stood up. "And about your bounty..."

"Yes?"

Kaz pulled the blaster from the head of his cane and shot Smokei through the chest. The Hutt gargled, choking on something deep in his throat as Kaz kept shooting him. He fell still with a silent groan and a final puff of smoke.

Kaz stuck his blaster back in his cane. "Half a million credits isn't such a bad price for you," he said, taking a hologram of Smokei's body as proof for his money.

Kaz glanced up. Ba'Karr and the other guard were frozen in place. Kaz glanced between them.

"Gentlemen." He inclined his head and walked out of the saloon, cane thumping on the floor.

You ARE on fire with these 🔥🔥🔥🔥

HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KAZ SHOT A HUTT HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA *clears throat* As he should.

Kaz just wants his money 💰. I love that he's like a somewhat well known Bounty Hunter because he absolutely would be.

Kaz Brekker: *shoots your boss*

Bodyguards: You know what? I'm not even going to try and deal with this. I choose life.

Kaz is such a badass I LOVE IT >>>>>

"Gentlemen" KAZ THAT IS AWESOME

Amazing stuff bestie. I am SO excited.

#blaize <3 #blaize's ask #questioning lore #a prize for traitors

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otakuwithapen · 8 months

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Burn, Butcher, Burn!

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After 5 long days and a LOT of fighting with my laptop, I present my Hollow Knight animatic; Burn, Butcher, Burn!

This is based on my headcanon backstory for The Radiance and The Grimm Troupe, which I'll put below for your reading pleasure.

Warning: Mentions of murder and death

also It's long.

A long, long time ago, there lived two twin moths; Snowy and Smokey.

Snowy and Smokey were the first of their kind. Whether a result of a strange mutation or some kind of hybrid, no one knows. In the forest the two lived in, bugs tended to stick to their own. You would be hard-pressed to find any creature interacting with anyone but their own kin. Of course, Snowy and Smokey had no kin, aside from eachother.

So, the two decided that, if they didn't belong anywhere, they'd simply belong everywhere.

Snowy and Smokey made it a point to help any bug they came across, regardless of species. From Butterflies to Mantids, they opened their wings to anyone and everyone. Slowly but surely, they built a reputation as the kindest creatures in the forest. If you had a problem, you could go to Snowy and Smokey and they would do their damndest to help you. Some insisted they were kind to a fault, but they weren't dissuaded. Even through hardship and struggle, they never turned their backs on anyone.

It was on one fateful night that the moths' world changed forever. The two had been resting on a tree branch, Snowy watching the stars while Smokey dozed. For a moment, the starry sky seemed to ripple, the stars flickering. Excited and curious, Snowy shook Smokey awake, and the two went to investigate the disturbance.

In an instant, they found the forest gone. Instead, they stood on a polished stone platform, overlooking a sea of moonlit clouds. Above them, the starry sky seemed to stretch forever. The two were stunned for a long moment before something rose from the clouds. A Wyrm, decorated with feathers and longer than either moth could see. The Wyrm coiled around the platform and lowered its head to speak to the awestruck moths.

It introduced itself as The Feathered Wyrm, higher being of dreams, and explained why it had brought the moths into its realm. The Wyrm was dying. It wasn't sure how long it had left, but it knew its days were numbered. When the Wyrm died, its domain, the realm of dreams, would die with it. Snowy and Smokey, still startled by the situation, asked how they could help. The Wyrm asked that they take its place as the gods of dreams, maintaining it's realm and legacy after it passed.

The two agreed but explained they weren't sure how they were supposed to do that. The Wyrm reassured them that it was simple, really. It gathered up all its magic, and split it in half, giving one half to Smokey, and the other to Snowy. The Wyrm sunk back into the clouds, and to this day you can see its remains in the Dream Realm.

And thus was born The Radiance and The Shade.

One of the first things the Radiance and Shade did was create the Moth Tribe, giving themselves the family they always wished they had. For a while, things were good. The fledgling gods learned their abilities and limits, and they cared for their new kin.

Until something went wrong.

The Radiance and Shade split their domain between day and night. The Radiance watched over the Moths during the day, and The Shade during the night.

The Moths were, largely, diurnal, staying awake during the day and sleeping during the night. Slowly, the Radiance grew jealous that the Moths seemed to prefer the Shade over her. This jealousy festered over time. The Radiance began to poison the Moths against the Shade, citing his role as god of Nightmares. Eventually, the majority of the Moths began to loathe The Shade, much to his confusion. Those who stayed loyal to him tried to warn him, but it was too little too late.

The Radiance gave her moths weapons that could cut through the Dream Realm, and together they attacked the Shade. They felled him and ripped out his heart, but gods are not so easily snuffed out.

With his failing strength, the Shade split the Dream Realm in two and merged his body with the newly created Nightmare Realm. The Moths who remained loyal to him followed. When The Shade created the small vessel now known as Nightmare King Grimm, those Moths became the first Grimmkin, and the only Grimmkin to hold the title of Nightmare.

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velvetxbonesx · 1 month

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About the girl

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

☾ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑. ◦ name: stefanie elizabeth salvatore ◦ species: human \ the cure ◦ age: eight-teen ◦ location: mystic falls , va ◦ parents: damon salvatore (father), elena gilbert (mother) ◦ children: none

other information 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Stefanie was once a shy quiet naive girl that lived in her own little world of daydreams. but after almost being killed by a vampire wanting her blood for the cure, and the trauma of what she went though she changed to be a distrustful manipulative, and dangerously impulsive. However, as she grew up and grew older she became observant of others actions around her, but instead of it making her confident - she became paranoid but hid it behind a fake layer of confidence. She was known to have became insanely stubborn and argumentative when it came to those outside her small circle of loved ones. Because of the trauma in her life, she suffers from post-traumatic-stress disorder and random emotional breakdowns that throw her into fits of depression. Stef often tries to hide her depression with sarcasticcomments.

↪positive traits: dedicated, independant, loyal, observant, resourceful, sympathetic

↪negative traits: aggressive, ambitious, hot-tempered, impatient, overconfident, rebellious, skeptical

↪disorders:paranoia, ptsd

↪familiars: One - Orian - a black eastern indigo snake

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

Stef's appearance is quite natural. She stands roughly around at five feet, six inches with an slim body frame with curves. She has dark brown hair worn mainly in loose curls or straight, unless she gets into the random urge to dye her hair, peach full lips that pairs with her lightly tanned skin and large blue eyes. Typically Stef will be seen wearing colors of the black and dark reds, sometimes she will wear lighter colors but she prefers things that are darker and more suited for a night in the club then the daytime. Her lips are normally painted a dark red and her eye make up smokey. She has two tattoos, one that is a simple star on her wrist and the other is the moon phases on her ankle.

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pearlprincess02 · 2 years

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mina's big six

birthday: july 30th

sun:

leo sun: leo suns are friendly, sociable and very creative. these individuals posses a radiant presence; they are confident, and when they are on their journey to achieve their goals they make everything seem possible. leos are proud, dramatic and love being the center of attention... but they're also very loyal and they have big hearts! these people love being surrounded by love. however, undeveloped leos can become very selfish.

sun in 9th house: people with the sun in the 9th house can be very bright, they are grateful for even the little things in life, and are extremely joyful and loving people! they love exploring new things, and can be very religious. these people may be attracted to foreigners, very full of life, and love teaching people things! they are very smart & can see the “bigger picture” they might like reading and love to hear other people’s thoughts on different topics! they also aren’t that “judgy.” sun in the 9th house individuals can be described as optimistic, open-minded, careless, humorous, energetic, blunt, passionate, adventurous, idealistic, and sophisticated.

moon:

capricorn moon: inner strength to confront past issues alone, a safe place for others, wants to take care of someone, overly internalised - shuts people out, excess analysing of emotions/responses, work/activity as a form of emotional avoidance

moon in 2nd: in the house of values and affection, the moon indicates someone who loves to chase the unreachable. if you have this placement, probably you'll think you're a constant lover, that your values are something you are proud of (especially material objects)... but, this is your mind tricking on you (probably) if you've noticed, you always want something but when you finally have it, you don't want it no more. the same happens with lovers. you are so jealous, loving, but when you have your lover in your arms you start to take it for granted (and it's not a good thing)! your goal in this life is to put right value on the right things. to collect, but to preserve.

rising/1st house:

scorpio rising: always have a prominent or somewhat weird shaped nose, piecing gaze and a little narrowed eyes; may love the color black and smokey eyes in make-up; dresses boldly.

pluto in 1st house: fear of imposing yourself or fear of being dominated, which can manifest in a few different ways, but the center of it is the intensity and at the same time the lack of control involving your self-image.

mercury:

virgo mercury: learning as a way of life. this placement is always looking for ways to improve themselves, and they see attaining knowledge and wisdom as a personal priority. a natural question that revisits them time and time again is “how can this be better?” they learn through self-betterment and feel growth when they help others do the same. they tend to be especially mentally in tune in health, anatomy, and other detail-oriented or system-oriented fields.

mercury in 9th house: enjoys travel, history, religious & philosophical studies, long-winded, exaggerative

venus:

gemini venus: what’s sexy about gemini venuses is their ability to talk and navigate through conversations and their playfulness. they have smooth voices, with their unpredictable nature they intrigue others - have a noticeable laugh or attractive laugh. their popularity is also something that is seductive, as in they treat everyone the same/easy to talk to anyone. this also ties to eye contact as they may be less shy and often make eye contact when talking, this flusters others at times. another thing ppl can find attractive is their hot and cold moments, which confuses people but turns them on and draws them in to find out more - to know a gemini venus’s next move/moment. in general a gemini venus’s world of thoughts is sometimes attractive and intriguing to others. (gemini venuses may look good in patterns, bright colors. they may sport a look that gives off duality: dark color + pastel/ bright colors, may like piercings and probably look good in it)

venus in 7th house: likes to relate, feel the need to be in a commitment (marriage). they like to dedicate themselves to relationships. they can attract someone beautiful and recognizable. express love and romance. loves to make deals. they seek balance in life. wants to please their partner. it may indicate an improvement in material life after marriage. the big question of life involves partnerships, if the relationship (marriage, society) is disturbed it is affected. it has many partners and mediators. they like peace and love. seeks to make the other happy. attracts pleasure and fun.

mars:

leo mars: big energy, big hugs, cat-eyed, glowing, radiant, outraged, up for a party, inclusive, strong, never cold, enthusiastic, self-aware, magnetic, bossy, above everyone else, “don’t ask me for favors if i don’t like you”, fun, dominant, steady, “i want to be adored”, “look at me”, taking center stage, joyful, arrogant, ego-centric, self-absorbed, "i listen, i just don’t remember”, impactful, influential, eye-catching, proud, “trust me”, adventurous, mature, “i’m here to shine”, “i will be nice to you because i’m the bigger person”, sunny disposition, natural charisma, “i’m not asking, i will be asked”, stubborn, entitled, “i will never leave”, playing dress up, making a statement, “i deserved better”, calm, fighting for love, “this is how it’s going to be”, heroic entrances, swooping in to save the day, in it to win it, always a winner even without the price, “i am the price”, authoritative, trustworthy, “move!”, “i will have my way”, refusal, fierce commitment, “people like to have me around”, passionate, “look how wrong you were about me”, dramatic, making a scene on purpose.

mars in 9th house: you’re very enthusiastic about intellectual pursuits and achieving your dreams. open-minded, and a lover of discussing your ideas with others. you hate it whenever someone tries to impose their beliefs on you, but there’s a tendency for you to do do exactly that to other people, due to thinking you’re always right. you love learning and travelling. you don’t care for social status, you care for enriching your mind. you might have a complicated relationship with higher-powers and the belief of god. there’s an innate need to search for and find the absolute truth, and these natives might either study about these matters like god or the universe with all the urgency in the world or be very afraid to explore them. either way, they feel very strongly, nearly fanatically, about the subject of god, the universe, philosophy. it’d do you well to understand that there isn’t an absolute truth and that everyone is allowed to have a different outlook and perspective on life because we all go through different things that change and mold our beliefs.

𓂃 。♡ 👩🏻‍🎤 🩰

mina's masterlist

crd:

sun sun 2.

moon moon 2.

rising rising 2.

mercury mercury 2.

venus venus 2.

mars mars 2.

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