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serpentpatrol · 4 months

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⚔️Martian/Plutonic: Fearlessness to Face Death/Struggles and Come Back Empowered⚔️

🔎Discretion: consider zodiac signs, aspects, and placements in a birth chart as a map of the soul, it gives you direction on how to recognize its influence or impact within you, as the saying goes: "the stars impels; they don't compel". These observations also depends on degrees, houses, aspects to planets and mostly the free will of the person. Your birth chart gives you information about the pattern of how your energy plays out in the universe but in the end it's your own free will which is the one that decides on how to manage the energy.

🎶 Angel Sanctuary OST 《Rociel - Inorganic Angel》 *play the music to feel the vibe of Martian Plutonic energy 🩸🔥⚔️*

🩸There is something about the principles that the spartan soldiers upholds that I really admire and this movie titled 300 is based on real spartan soldiers and it's about how King Leonidas strategizes to defeat his enemies. He followed his own method when he killed the big wolf by leading the enemy to a smaller corner. It's similar to the movie titled Revenant, the main character, was nearly being killed by a bear, left to die by his comrades, and he had to survive in the wild forest alone, he was dying, but that isolation in the state of dying transformed him and as if was being resurrected back to life. He was then targeting his enemy to exact his revenge from what the enemy had done to him, and it made that enemy scared. There's a quote from the main character, "He's afraid, he knows I have come so far to find him". This is a tactical terror that scared enemies, people thought the person was dead, but he survived as if he was being revived back by the God of Death, this is very martian or plutonic. When a martian/plutonian person being thrown into danger, it won't easily defeat them, they will take it as a challenge and it ignites the inner beast to tackle that challenge. Martian energy is about aggression, reaching goals through strategized actions, tactical methods, modus operandi, how we behave when we are angry or when we want to handle things or solving problems, how we express our motivation or inner drives. While Plutonic energy is about death and rebirth process of transformation, something that might kill or obliterate you only make you even stronger and empowered, depicted precisely in the myth of Phoenix which resurrected itself and rose above its own ashes after death. I truly admire these militaristic survival themes, be it through movie scenes, animes, fictional or historical novels or books, even games that tell stories about the journey of the soul against death, when you are ready to die, you live, but when you are blind to death, you experience transformation through it. (Another example of Martian/Plutonic themes in movies are Deadpool, Taken (all sequels), Sicario, Dont Breathe 1 & 2)

(watch the video here where King Leonidas must defeat the big wolf in the wilderness as part of his initiation to become the man of Sparta). 👇🏻🐺

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🩸Having Martian and Plutonic placements combined and aspecting to eachother could really create an empowering energy that the person will always carry within them in their lifetime, it is not a calm harmonious energy, its energy is similar to war zones, chaos. In Greek Mythology, the planet Mars symbolized God Ares, the God of War and planet Pluto symbolized God Hades, the God of Underworld. These two planets combination would be majorly related to themes of life that change the person through chaos, exposure of transformative events or encounters, power struggles, conflicts, wars, things happening around them that would drive them to activate the survivalist primal instinct just to survive from the attacks or triggers. Anyone who has this placement probably had experienced unfairness, or they became the target of unscrupulous judgement or treatments because when this energy is dormant within them it is somehow attracting things around them to trigger and activate the mars-pluto energy. Sometimes attracting abuse to them or the person themselves becomes the abuser if they still have not enough strength yet to control, contain and manage this enormous primal energy within, its uncontrollable! Themes of near death experience could also be present where the person survived from accidents or encountered dangerous events. Or the person somehow has this big energy which can destroy things around them or even be destructive to others with or without intention. Having this energy feels like dealing an unexpected war or being present in a constant battlefield.

🩸If this energy could be controlled and the person understood on how to manage the energy, it could then be used more properly for leadership, the beastly instinct transmuted and be used to help others who are weak, afflicted or underdogs or could even be used to defend some belief systems or good moral principles, become a professional focused surgeon who could perform meticulous physical operation for a patient, etc. It all depends on which house the mars and pluto are placed in, that can represent specific life themes playing out in the person's life event. Mars and Pluto combined is symbolic to represent fearless resilient warrior archetype who protects, defends, is a fierce executor, courageously thrives when life circumstances gets tougher and extreme, is alert in emergency circumstances.

🩸Every person who has this aspect should take care of how they express themselves because this is a powerful combination which cannot be taken lightly. The person could easily lose control, causing accidents or destructions and the power of that inner dragon could drag him to a state of powerlessness when facing those out of control circumstances. So, by doing positive healthy activities, it could help the person to tame that inner dragon and made it stable, the activities that can transmute this energy to a more productive rather than destructive way would be highly recommended: martial art, artistic expressions through painting/music/fashion, meditation, sports, intensely dive deep to learn topics or subjects which later be internalized, spiritual pursuits, defend helpless fellow human beings, animals, or a cause.

🩸These people may seem gentle or not revealing any power in their expression or it could be the opposite where these people exudes steel-like presence, leader vibe, militaristic primal energy. Nevertheless, they will encounter challenging and intense experiences that could transform them to be more refined and sharp in their awareness to the darkness or chaos of the world (depends on the aspects and house influence), they are resilient souls, having sophisticated mentality like a military war general or just have a very empowered spirit.

🩸Individuals with prominent Mars-Pluto aspects have to learn on taming their own inner beast/inner dragon in a way like what Jordan Peterson had taught and said: "Those who have swords and know how to use them but keep them sheathed will inherit the world. You should be a monster, an absolute monster. And then you should learn how to control it." It is the same analogy with this quote: "It's better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war"; emphasizes the necessity to have consciousness, alert, and well prepared over the surroundings both in peace and chaos. While in peace you sharpened/trained your sword/weapon/instinct, so then in battle you could apply what you have learned or practiced. By doing this, you wouldn't let the destructive instinct take control over you but instead you are in control of that instinct. This made you more empowered because you could understand the chaos of the world and could pass through the calamity, so you wouldn't make yourself the victim which led to your own demise/self-annihilation.

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apothecaryforwearysouls · 2 months

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Position talk ;p

Okay so I truly feel like only a handful are viable. No karma sutra craziness here lol no pretzeling.

I'm just gonna shoot from the hip and you can add and discus as you'd like <3

Doggy is always a good go to for alot of reasons. I'm a lover of the body and it gives me a wonderful view of ass, back muscles, movements I soak up the little details! Plus being able to put my body weight down and really rutt into someone is other worldly. Not to mention the things they/I can do from the bottom (disclaimer I have yet to have the pleasure of bottoming or really ventured into that space unfortunately). I'm a sucker for matching the rhythm of the thrusts, pushing back onto them ugh!!! Reaching back and feeling them up, making out from behind all of it!

I'm also a big sucker for being ridden like just letting me lay back and be used and enjoyed while I get to absolutely admire and worship your body! Like I said details details details I'm looking at all of them, also hip grabbing no matter the position is the best thing to ever be ever. Reverse isn't something I've had any real experience with outside seeing other people do it but fuck if it wouldn't absolutely melt my brain. I'm a horny mess as it is so you give me anything and I'm absolutely addicted.

Oh oh oh big fan of bigspoon, littlespoon cuddleducking oh gods do I love that!!!! Cuddling on the couch and watching TV and suddenly pulling your bottoms down and slowly fucking them while hands roam bodies gods take me now lol. I truly am a slut and will match your horny energy as best I can!

Anywhere for the most part is game for me I'm not super shy when we get me to that comfort level. Whatever position we need to pull off to make whatever space we are in to work I'm 100000% down. Hell I know alpg of people consider 69ing to be impractical but holy hells do I absolutely love someone putting their weight down on me and letting me enjoy a full meal! Head is something for me that is so interesting to me, I haven't really had it done much at all to me. The partners I have/had just didn't have the want to reciprocate or even the desire to give me that solo pleasure. So I have this sorta obsession with it lol.

Mim a service switch so I'll do what you want me to lol.

Throwing legs over shoulders is always super fun! Like full mating press! (Breeding kink goes burr) I really tiptoe into the few sexual encounters I've had because I can become so ravenous with partners. I love sex so much and if you have that same energy I can't keep my hands off you. I just lose myself in it.

Oh another one that just came to mind but any form of standing/carrying positions!! While difficult at times oh gods does it do something to me. Like I always imagine someone standing behind me or vise versa perking me off and whispering just the dirtiest things.

Speaking of dont let anyone tell you hand stuff isn't worth doing! I use to be on that boat but I was fooling myself. Touch me, kiss me, lick me, suck me, bite me I do not care just as long as you make me yours!! Like if you actively show me that you want me physically I'm over the moon!

Not a position per se but texting, pics, phone sex definitely counts in my book. Super into it! Long distance relationships are something I have no issue with whatsoever, I will make time for you as much as I can :p. Finding ways to keep that flair alive is so so fun! You just get so innovative with ways to please your partner!! Ugh I'll for sure have to do a part 2 to this or if people respond I'll just continue talling there im on Like 2hrs sleep in 48hrs (sleepy sex is my favorite as well lol)

#<3 #spicy talk #love being open about this stuff!#im 100% and open book #feel free to comment #ask whatever #<33

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elvencantation · 8 months

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@thursdayplaid thoughts/predictions for harrow the ninth

harrows hallucination is not new. nice to know. (she had that question after the first bit. we just finished chapter two and paused to chat)

whether she’s actually hallucination or seeing the body in a vision (is it internal or external) it doesn’t rly matter cause of what they cause to happen narratively. the result is the same

the body isn’t the first resurrection?

what would be the irony if you kill an entire planet to resurrect someone and that creates a crazy beast and then the person immediately just offs themselves (she means the body, though she did add this was more of a fun theory)

doesn’t like jod. he’s now a villain

he doesn’t have to play nice. he’s the only person in the book who could pretty much do whatever he wanted

the fact that there is consequences to killing a planet- very satisfying. like our world is being killed by ppl we cant touch and even if we can they’ll be replaced

jod needs to get another hobby

very happy the planets are fighting back

he doesn’t deserve eyes that cool!! we need to invent a new color that’s bad just for him

what should happen is- actually killing a planet slowly also creates resurrection beasts except they take longer to show up

he doesn’t even deserve to look upon soup!!! and also broth. no broth for jod. or stew. banned

even tho now it makes sense in hindsight, she’s a little sad the body wasn’t Gideon and just that harrow couldn’t bear to say her name

harrows gonna resurrect the body. or gideon. or both. might be almost worth it to kill more planets just to have more creatures to go after the emperor

jod is like if someone took like a shell ceo and made him god

like to charge reblog to cast that harrow brings about the death of the emperor and does it like three more times

she said i could copy paste this as long as i also told everyone that i am the best

bonus thoughts/theories about gideon the ninth under the cut

we’re right before the pool scene she’s like- oh something about dulcinea is off not saying she’s the bad guy, not that this story really has bad guys and good guys, but the ways she react dont really add up

“also it seems too far fetched that gideon would be like- the kid of the emperor or something” 👀 “her eyes and her hair are just such a unique color and other characters seem to emphasize that and be like ‘i wonder where you’re from’ but i think it might be a bit too cliche for this story if she was the kid of the emperor”

also theorizing about all the ninth kids dying being a necromantic experiment “maybe they accidentally created a biological weapon?” “maybe gideon was the first person who was resurrected, and she like absorbed life energy. and when she was a child she accidentally absorbed the life force from the other children and as she grew older she became in tune with the planet so she didn’t have to absorb from other people anymore” (almost reverse lyctor?) maybe she was a created child, like the person wasnt actually her natural bio mom omg she just said “alternate theory- harrow absorbed all the children oh wait nvm forget that theory it doesn’t make sense”

“my theory is gideon finally ends up escaping at the end of the book and the next book is harrow trying to get her back, maybe not in a traditional sense”

“what’s in the tomb? a disease that killed the kids? the emperor? the first emperor? is it not a tomb at all but a prison??” is gideon the thing that used to be in the tomb? “i think what’s in there is the first and only resurrected creature and that for some reason it’s tied to the ninth house or the emperor or something like that. maybe it’s like the emperors power source or something’

the heads of the ninth house saw their kids were dying and tried to wake up the thing in the tomb that knows the secrets of immortality and resurrection and tell it to bring back the children only they open the tomb and oops it’s a baby (gideon) who isn’t really of use, maybe she has the secret in her but she can’t tell them or maybe they tried to synthesize a cure from the baby but were too late harrow opens the tomb and sees its empty, or sees the lock is broken, and when the parents are like- you’re in trouble harrow does uno reverse and threatens to call the emperor and tell him they released his immortality baby i dont actualy think gideon is the tomb baby, but if she was, it would make sense why they were so obsessed with not letting her leave

is this a plot to kill the emperor?

#harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth theories #tlt theories #tlt #the locked tomb #tlt reaction #blue reads #with jiejie!!#gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth spoilers #gideon the ninth theories #thursdayplaid

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flintox · 8 months

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9-5 God.

"You uh--You look different today -Bill." Mitchell said after an awkwardly silent morning.

It was really the only thing he could say to describe how the goat looked. While Bill usually dressed very ordinarily for an office environment, the typical shirt and dress pants combo that society had deemed to be 'professional', today he'd forgone that for an ensemble that was comprised of a red bedsheet wrapped around his torso and three dress ties that had been tied together. Oddest of all though, was the fact that the normally 5'4" slim figured goat was now pushing nearly 13ft in height with muscles that could simply be described as 'massive'.

The goat, sitting haunched over his cubicle, having had to push the walls to the sides to fit his massive frame inside it to sit cross legged, sighed. "Yeah."

Mitchell took a sip of his coffee, trying not to seem like he was staring. The bobcat had done enough staring when the goat crawled into the office. "You've been hitting the gym?" Mitchell asked, trying to downplay the whole scenario.

The goat sighed again. "No uh-I uh--turns out i'm ascending to godhood."

"Godhood, huh?" The bobcat repeated.

"Yep." Bill nodded. "Happens to about on in every 5 billion people. It's genetic. Apparently one of my ancestors was a god." He looked up, craning his neck around and causing everyone staring to hide in their cubicles again before he locked eyes with his office neighbor. "It uh-It involves some changes."

"Yeah." Mitchell nodded. "You did seem a little bigger."

A slight shift of the goats thighs caused the cubicle next to it to move, scraping against the floor loudly before he stopped. "Uh-Yeah." Bill sighed. "I was eight feet tall last night."

He nodded solemnly, taking another sip of coffee. The bobcat stared for a moment as the giant moved, lifting one of those tree trunk sized arms to scratch his back, clearly struggling to reach spots there due to the new muscle mass. Even sitting down, his head scraped the ceiling and had already ruined the ceiling tiles in the bathroom and breakroom. "So uh- How big will you get?"

"Doctor didnt know." Bill admitted. "According to the history books, the last god was 'as large as a mountain'...whatever that means. They dont really give a specific mountain example."

"Should you be working since you're--well, since you're a god?" Mitchell asked, trying not to sound too direct.

Those chiseled, boulder like shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "I asked for extra time off but i'm out of PTO and sick days." Bill admitted. "I kind of wasted those when Baldur's Gate 3 released."

Mitchell downed the rest of his coffee. "But how are you gonna work when you're mountain sized?"

"I asked the boss the same thing." Bill sighed, making the mistake of straightening his back for just a moment and dislodging more ceiling plates, causing them to rain down beside him. The goat didnt seem to have the energy to care. "He just told me that me being bigger just means i can get more work done."

"Ah." Mitchell sighed, twiddling with his empty mug in his hands. "Hey, since you're not gonna need it anymore, do you mind if I get your mug?"

The goat sighed. "Sure..."

#sizetumblr #macrophilia #size kink #giant/tiny #macro/micro #story #furry anthro #macrofurry #furry #macro #goat #bobcat #office setting

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ksyongi · 2 years

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getting caught doing their choreography - performance unit

pairing: performance unit x g!n reader

100 follower special <3

warnings: suggestive, fluff, kissing, all lowercase other than the dialogue

note: please do not copy my works!!! reblogs and likes are appreciated!!!

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tags: @dinosbestie @odetoyeonjun

jun: walking into the kitchen after coming home, after hearing the seventeen music being played, thinking that you would be casually listening to the music whilst cooking your meal. but walking in the kitchen to the sight of you dancing to 'rock'. with the spatula in one hand as the food was in the oven cooking. he leant on the wall with a smirk present on his face. when the final pre-chorus came, you turned and saw him there and shrieked, wondering how long he had been watching you for. "why didn't you make any noise when you came in? or even wish me? like why did you just have to stand there and watch.." you rambled before hiding your face in your hands. he walked to you and took your arms and held both your hands. "you were clearly enjoying yourself so i did not want to interrupt honey~" you could not tell if he was teasing you with that tone or was being serious. "maybe after we finish our meal, you could show me the choreo's you know, maybe those hip movements could come in handy after, but save your energy~ you look so fucking sexy right now" he whispering while placing a kiss on your neck before walking off. you scolded yourself for not realizing he was there and calmed yourself down before preparing your meal and the soon after events.

hoshi: asking to meet him in the practice room since he wanted to show you his new choreography. you were there for a rough 10 minutes before you got bored because god knows where he was. you fiddled with the computer and decided to play 'crazy in love'. the mirrors were covered so you barely saw yourself. soonyoung walked in and was about to call out to you but quickly quieted himself when he saw you dancing. before you could do the turning movements he pressed himself to you and you jumped and turned your face and saw him looking at you, eyes filled with lust. "sweetheart, why didn't you tell me that you could dance?" you nervously chuckled before telling him "uh...it's not that good soonyoung, dont exaggerate" he tilted his head and bit his lip before saying "oh baby i'm not exaggerating, you looked so sexy till you made me hard". only then you managed to feel something pressed behind. you did not say anything as a rose blush dusted on your face. "oh i could take you here, right now but lets keep it private shall we?" he took your hand and dragged you through the halls and to his car, trying to not let others notice his boner.

the8: minghao said he needed to get some groceries leaving you alone at home. after his single, hai cheng dropped, you would watch it on repeat. but this time, you decided to try and do the choreography. standing up and getting the key points right, you just wished that he was there for you to catch you for that certain part. "go back to that part again" you hear a voice behind you. "i thought you were at the supermarket hao?" he smiles and says "i forgot something and came back to get it but you happened to be dancing too so nevermind, i can get the things another day, i'm here to fulfill your wishes so lets do it" you guys do the choreography again and you were having so much more fun. "you're stronger than i expected hao" "of course i am, im not that weak" he says confidently. "that's not what i meant but okay" you shoot back at him. "want me to prove how strong i am? because i can and will. this time i won't go all gentle like usual too" he gave you a smug smile.

chan: you were in your shared room, finding an interesting book to read. music was playing on shuffle, you were playing yours and chan's shared playlist. it was all soft and nice as you were searching for a book on the bookshelf but then 'fast pace' started playing. "why didn't we make two separate playlists?" you thought to yourself and cursed seventeen for having catchy songs. it was about to turn to the chorus and you got scared from a voice saying "dancing without me i see? is this a plan to seduce me or a coincidence?" you quickly acted normal again before turning to him and saying, "maybe i planned this? maybe i didn't?" you looked to a seat that you brought in earlier to reach the books at the higher level but you did not manage to get there yet. chan sat down on it and looked at you nodding for you to continue. you went around him, giving him a mini lap dance before ending the song by grinding down on him" well, it resulted in 'hey tayo' playing after and you bursting out in laughter trying to avoid the teases.

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the-vibes-are-off · 1 year

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The Stormlight Archive Volume 1: The Way of Kings’ Review: Chapters 20-23

link to contents page - https://at.tumblr.com/the-vibes-are-off/hey-hey/96xd9ohihrzs

Hello my dear sweet angels, it is me, I am back after a stressful ass week - final essay deadlines, dumb ass uni reading, consuming of alcohol, the touching of grass (pictured above as evidence to myself and everyone else that I do, in fact, go outside). While TWOK is definitely a reprieve from working, I have been so tired that I have found it difficult to muster up the energy to do read more than necessary so I have had to pick and choose days and only had time to write this up today.

Fret not! I am for sure still enjoying the book and these reviews will continue on :) I am thinking of writing up reviews weekly, every Sunday as it tends to be a more relaxed day of the week for me so expect these every Sunday unless stated otherwise (not as late in the day as this tho, I was napping ;P).

Spoiler Free Zone:

This part was majority Kaladin, including a cheeky flashback which you all know I love!

Its nice to see some wholesome bridge four interactions after so much indifferent to one another too, my little heart ;-;

I also got more of Wit, whose presence I will always be ready and waiting to receive. He reminds me of the vibe my friends and I have when were together and I think that’s why I love him so much as we dont see each other often with studying in different cities :((

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

Spoiler Zone:

Chapter 20 really had to start by ripping my heart out and dancing on it still beating with young Kaladin crying and the whole like was there a salve that stopped the tears thing after failing to save that kid. Like bro the chapter was like 2.5 pages long you cant be doing that Brandon :’’’’’)

To go from that to like giving me more reason to hate Sadeas even tho its not necessary by trying to make further example out of bridge four. Like ugh people who treat other humans as less than really boil my blood more than any other like villainous archetype bc its such a real thing and there is fully no excuse for it. Its becoming why I like Dalinar more and more as he is changing to become more progressive in his treatetment of others. Not to mention him roasting Adolin’s serial dating thats also a plus

At least I had Wit in the next chapter to put more pep in my step. As a frequent roaster of the upper class with being a povo northerner, nothing delights me more than seeing others with the same sentiments as me :)) Plus the classis “oh *insert god or deity here*” “no just me” exchange is one of my fave ever since watching the shadowhunters movie as a kid so that was a welcome addition too.

The highlight tho has to be the bridge four relationships like by far. Rock and Syl friendship? iconic. Teft giving into helping and acc enjoying it to an extent? love to see it. Rock putting chull dung in Sadeas’ food? Literally cannot be topped ever.

P.S: This literally took so long to write bc I still had residual sleepiness from my nap omg this is to my future self to NOT write a review part just after waking up xD.

Tab Count:

Cute <3 - 0

Fights - 0

Sad ;-; - 1

Death - 0

Cool - 0

Wtf wow - 0

Wtf Why - 0

Slay Quotes - 4

Love this! - 3

Hate this >:( - 1

Lore - 1

Tab Total:

Cute <3 - 8

Fights - 8

Sad ;-; - 5

Death - 4

Cool - 6

Wtf wow - 3

Wtf Why - 3

Slay Quotes - 14

Love this! - 13

Hate this >:( - 4

Lore - 6

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bubblingstream · 7 months

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been wanting to make another warriors blog for a while but i finally caved after writing up stuff about my new ocs and not knowing where to post it. im just copypasting this directly from an info dump i made so it's not extremely well organised LMAO but here are said OC ideas :]] im probably gonna spend quite a bit of time on this blog just building on them and drawing them tbh. that's the plan anyway

so imagine a cat becomes a medicine cat apprentice, and when they finally go to meet starclan at the moonpool instead of like.. awe, wonder, admiration etc. this idea of all powerful godly ancestors that can apparently predict fate and maybe even control it according to some cats, and watches them constantly.. fucking TERRIFIES this cat. like he is absolutely shitting his pants level afraid and he becomes gradually extremely paranoid about it all. he tries to keep doing the medicine cat stuff but eventually begs his leader to let him just become a warrior to try and get away from it as much as possible. and it helps but not.. a lot? hes still afraid and struggling.

it also turns out he's also had a pretty rough lot in life up til now, which doesnt help bc if these starclan cats control everything why has he suffered so much? what did he do to deserve it? bad things continues to happen and he questions it more and more. he feels like hes watched constantly and even like hes being punished for something he did, even though he doesnt know what his crime actually was. this makes things even worse.

at some point because of all this he runs off maybe? but he misses his family and clan and he also feels watched still no matter where he goes. and maybe something horrible happens to someone he cares for while hes gone and he blames himself for it because he left and thinks starclan decided to hurt his loved ones for it. so he becomes afraid to even leave the clans and doesnt attempt to run away again.

mind you, in the meantime starclan hasnt caused ANY of this. the things that happen are unfortunate coincidences. but he has no idea and after actually seeing what to clan cats basically counts as God Himself™️ hes a wreck. the books always show meeting starclan as a positive experience but i feel like it's something youd need at least some level of willpower for. youd need the right mindset. not just anyone can become a medicine cat and communicate with their ancestors. it's a big deal and some cats ,id think, just wouldnt be able to do it.

hes called whisperingstorm, he has a littermate called bubblingstream. his mother had other litters so he has many siblings but that's the one he knows best and grew up with. he also has an older brother maybe. dovesomething im thinking. bubbling has his own set of issues but im still figuring out how to make that work. another litter in his family is two more kits who are gonna have matching names, this serves to contrast bubbling and whispering who have conflicting names (they have rather different personalities but they also just. dont get along despite bubblings initial efforts to bond with whispering). bubbling as in excitable and upbeat, then when he grew up stream became his suffix bc hes actually rather.. not that basically. yknow how when ppl picture streams they see a calm, gentle stream that some would consider a relaxing visual? like that, as well as their family having a water/weather theme to their names. hes quiet and slow worded, not much to say. compare whispering, something quiet and soft, then when he got older his suffix became storm because of his explosive, high energy and honestly aggressive personality. so not only do they oppose each other in personality, their birth names themselves wouldve better suited them if theyd been swapped around as those are juxtapositions as well. whispering is loud and aggressive, bubbling is quiet and softspoken.

the reason whispering and bubbling dont get along is cause.. well, whispering is a prick, to be blunt. but hes like this as an active attempt to push people away bc of trust issues. he cares a lot about bubbling, he just also thinks anyone being close to him = him inflicting his 'bad luck'/'curse' (see: STARCLAN IS OUT TO GET ME) on others.

eventually it works and bubbling gives up trying to support his brother for his own sake because whispering goes anywhere from mildly mean to downright verbally abusive trying to get bubbling to go away and the guy cant really keep dealing with that. and whispering hates himself for it but he got what he aimed for so.. yeah.

not sure where im going next with this but i want. drama. but not murder. none of them are gonna be murdery. it's a very family issues and trauma and mental health kind of theme i want going on here. yeah someone will probably die bc that's just kinda a given in the clans but not from killing. i can enjoy warriors ocs that go and kill cats for one reason or another but between them and canon i want something different for once, and this is what i want to create to achieve that. plus running off somewhere and coming back to find out, say, a family member died of greencough or something? it's harder to pin a blame on anything material there. as opposed to a cat from a different clan outright killing them in battle or something.

this is where my blog url came from as you can all guess lol. that's all for now while i finalise things like the names of their other siblings, make solidified designs and come up with more stuff.

#my ocs #bubblingstream #whisperingstorm

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doxiedreg · 9 months

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Ask game: 2, 7, 22? :]

2. what's your favorite thing about your style I absolutely love the way I render things and how colorful and vibrant my art is! And! How I try to make the background a real environment for the character featured in it, even if abstract. I know that's 3 things but I think i deserve a lil confidence boost for myself 7. show us a WIP

god I have so many abandoned art pieces and also just concept sketches to visualise ideas. I'll throw in a few here, this is a question that can be asked multiple times

old thorn sketches im still very fond off, especially that big headshot

attempt number 300 to create a behemoth form for thorn that im satisfied with, i dont know why it's so fucking hard. I am not 100 percent happy with this one either. I just want him to feel unique, massive and heavy with some bull and big cat influence. I also want to include tusks since in mythology the behemoth is often elephant like

Vampire demon lord Thorn AU because i love putting my favorite boy in different constumes. again not satisfied with this design. Also haven't rped it in a while so my muse for it is gone at the moment but maybe it will come back some day. This thorn is so fucking angsty and bitter you have no idea. Has so many huge walls around his heart If you want to see more wips/unfinished graveyard pieces you guys will just have to send ask number 7 again 22. what inspires you? In my childhood, the dragonology books were a huge passion and creative influence for me. Especially the illustrations by douglas carrel. Another book illustrator that i was kinda obsessed with was chriss riddell, just love how detailed their illustrations are Ghibli studio's style I always love. Just watching their movies is such a treat, I always feel so full of inspiration. As for current inspirations? Honestly the artists I follow and the music i listen to. I always draw the best art when my spotify shuffle liked songs playlist has just the right flow and it fuels me! And when I see other artists share info on their characters or glimpses into their oc projects it makes me want to work on my characters!! And when my fav artists upload an art piece with such good shapes and colors and compositions?? Augh it makes me want to draw. Oh an animatics! I love watching animatics! Especially for musicals they are so fucking good and so many talented artists it fills me with joy. just gives me straight up shivers!! Another thing that fuels me is the reactions of you guys and my friends! I want to share my characters and art and use them to engage with people. Get them interested in my world, inspire them, just engage with the community, get talking! So yeah art is very important to me haha. Normally I get really mad when im in a dryspell like this but seeing how i drew 18 art pieces last month im cutting myself some slack haha, i deserve some rest after that, especially since my routine and energy levels are extremely wack right now, i need to recover. Heck that turned out way longer and more passionate than i expected, I hope you didnt mind the ramble! Feel free to send more questions owo

#ardate #answered ask

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*poke* bsd vampire au but they’re not like the vampires rn- thoughts 👁👁🎤

OH MY GOD. SO MANY THOUGHTS

okay so. im gonna be honest the vampire thing going on in bsd rn is Not very vampire. friendly id say. ofc its altered to be from the source of an ability but the vampires being mindless and more just. controlled by bloodlust and the need to infect other people is so far off. from regular vampires. because traditionally vampires Did infect people but not so much as just. people dying and coming back as vampires. and them just needing to feed (they dont even come out every night!!! they used to be put in coffins that were specially designed to keep the vampires In and theyd. bury people alive to test if they were vampires. kinda freaky but really the story is they come out for feeding on general human energy, since Vampyres Very Traditionally were just old ancestors that came alive at night to feast on the energy of the living) so it was more 50/50 in a way? anyways. bsd vampire au

SO. im gonna do this in a bulleted list with just regular. characters. and rhe ones i favor the most rn lol

Chuuya - he wouldnt necessarily be a violent vampire but he would feel guilty about his feedings. he wouldnt need blood as often as the average vampire because of his smaller stature but i do think he would come home and immediately shower and feel awful because hes stripping himself further of humanity and like. idk. dipping into stormbringer a bit: since he Is the original chuuyas body, just hosting a god that essentially makes him half human, i think hed be obsessed with proving his humanity to himself to try and live up to what he Should Have Been. the happy boy that the flags said he was. so him becoming a vampire and being fully conscious of it would both be a Huge internal struggle and even an external one - since vampires cannot be seen in mirrors i think he would also have some body image issues! (i Know he does. Really.) but overall, he'd make the most of it. dazai would tell him his fangs are hot or whatever and itd get to him sometimes and the windows in his office would constantly have to be covered up. but he would be ok. also hed wear the SICK ASS vampire 1800s esque clothes and totally live in a gothic mansion with too many books and fireplaces. i know it.

Dazai - him turning vampire would really just. corrode his humanity even further. not only would he question if hes fulfilling odas dying wish but hed question if hes even being honest with kunikida and the rest of the agency by being a "changed man" like he claimed. his feedings probably turn into episodes, most likely having to feed once a day and feeling nothing during it but the guilt would sink in after. he would probably become something of a hermit, only letting his closest friends into his home and hiring So Much staff to take care of his mansion so he doesnt have to be seen by anyone else. his suicide attempts would probably become more drastic (and as vampires are immortal, hed only be left a lot more upset afterwards anyways). on the brighter side, some days would be better than others, and some days he wouldnt sleep in a coffin and prefer an actual Bed. and he would absolutely look like he hasnt slept in 100 years. oh and hed have duo fangs (8 fangs instead of just the traditional 4) and would probably keep heads of garlic around the house for fun. and hed grow his hair out tbh!!

Akutagawa - HE GETS ME THE MOST!!! TBH!!! HEEEEE he was the first one to get turned. for sure. and i especially think he was turned because he was bit by another vampire, his (rural town that i hc him to have grown up in despite being an orphan) buried him vampire style and put a slicer above his neck to behead him when he tried to rise. he did anyways, and since vampires are immortal, hed have a bright red scar on his neck where he was decapitated. hed feed more regularly, especially because he was sicker in the afterlife and now has to make up for it while hes undead. gin would Not be a vampire, but theyd live in a vampire mansion/cottage crossover where she takes care of him and he swears to never use her for feeding, even if he needs blood. his fangs would be small, but very sharp, and hed dress. the same way he does now lol

Atsushi - his turning was difficult. i think it wouldve happened while he was at the orphanage: he got sick, the director brought in a "doctor" to treat him but he ended up being bit and turned, and the director threw him out for behaving unlike the other kids and accused him of being possesed by. something (this also ties into my religious atsushi headcanon so stay with me here). since vampires originate out of religion, i think atsushi wouldve been Heavily raised on catholicism and both felt guilty for becoming the thing he was supposed to hate (catholics hate vampires and anything relating to the supernatural. atleast from someone who was raised in the catholic church, theyre very reserved and punish things that seem to resonate with the devil because it suggests satanism. lol.) and also would probably try to make up for it by becoming obsessive with his relationship with the trinity. ya get me. i think eventually hed accept that he was turned, but hed still feel worthless because hes doing something he deems inhumane especially through his trauma. as for appearances, hed have an interesting fang set where the bottom fangs are very short but the top are long, and i think one of his top fangs would be like a snaggletooth :3 its just very atsushi

Poe - really hed just accept it all together. his turning was ordinary and i dont have anything specific for it Yet but i do believe that he probably used it as an excuse to keep writing novels super late at night lol. also he would feed Very irregularly and itd be super unhealthy for him, so when he met ranpo he would be constantly lectured on keeping a regular feeding schedule. also hed be so scared of the sunlight hed have 100 umbrellas

Ranpo - gluttonous, got turned on accident and was terrified when he couldnt see his reflection at first but then realized he could use this to his advantage to fuck around at night whenever he wants. food isnt necessary for vampire survivial and it makes literally no difference since they straight up just absorb the blood they consume so he took So Much Advantage of this and now uses it to eat as many snacks as he wants. hes still a renown detective and participates in cases often, just from the safefy of his home. he would also have snaggleteeth and double fangs like dazai

Fukuzawa - was turned late into life and found that it didnt really make a difference, so he settled in a mansion and started an organization for vampires that dont prefer going out and feeding on people and would rather just have willing participants/premade blood without the hunting part (particularly ranpo, poe, and atsushi use this. sometimes gin too if akutagawa cant go out to feed). hes like a dad to everyone and treats his vampire staff like his own kin even though they may be scared of him. also he dresses like a 19th century goth novel protagonist. i don't make the rules

#THIS IS SO LONG IM SO FUCKING SORRY #i tried keeping somr of this to the original stories but i got so off the rails with fukuzawas its like #half canon half Im Autistic And I Love Vampires. yaknow #anyeays thanks for asking this i have the insane urge to make an entire au and draw them as vampires now and. AUGH...#asks #alice 💜#vampire tag #save #i definitely have more thoughts but this is long as it i s and i am NOT making coherent sentences anhmore. oops

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good evening

i just learned that one of my friends (well, he's not, we're "worst enemies") is in the unit for the people who went to the psychiatrist emergencies. so the place i went after my attempt. so gonna see him with a friend tomorrow afternoon

i dont have any fucking energy and that'll probably trigger me tomorrow evening but we're not there now so im gonna see him and then im gonna cry alone in my fucking bed because when i was there he went to visit me, and im not a bitch for fucks sake

also. i somehow passed one of my classes last semester. fucking unbelievable but that's way too funny to inform my university lol. like i went only once in that class that last 2h and didnt even did the 2h because i had a horrible panic attack. so i passed my literature arabic class by doing nothin

i also made someone's day bc i doodled the design he went with for a character in his fic. i should be happy for him and all but rn im feeling next to nothing

i think, and i might be wrong, but the news about my friend may or may have not triggered me this evening. hopes it wont be worse tomorrow

but i didnt take my anxiety meds this evening so it should be part of why (my blister has an odd number bc my mother, that bitch, went and reorganized the part of my room where i keep my meds, and the blister ive started went into my bedside so i didnt see i didnt take my meds yesterday and since my meds are now in an odd number that's highly distressing for me so now i have to suffer bc a dickhead couldnt just keep her hands to her stuff)

have a wonderful morning my friend im gonna hide myself real quick from my emotions and read fanfics for the good of my pitiful life

oh god that sucks TwT I hope your friend (?) is getting the right care 🥺😭

& I also hope you'll take care of yourself-- if it would be too awful to visit, I hope you'll find a different way to support him

slightly obsessed with how your friend is also your mortal enemy lol

my friend is doing bad as well, still -- they figured out at least one of the problems & got meds for it, so that's a great step, but she's still having a terrible time while the meds do their work 😭😭😭 im just really glad that she's living with friends that can make calls for her and help her get places and bring her food n stuff. I'm not nearly as worried for her, knowing that there are ppl who love her in the same apartment

I met with the person who's catsitting for me this weekend, she's super nice and interesting :333 I feel really comfortable having her care for my kitties lol. unfortunately she's moving away next month :')))))))))))) so I'll have to find another new catsitter if I wanna travel overnight :'))))))

excited for the train ride tomorrow!! I need to bring that organization book again, I've been bad about reading it. lol. a book about organizing tips for adhd. hard to finish due to. the adhd

I hope you find some juicy fics to dive into tonight!! good luck tomorrow, take care of yourself <3

#pen pal

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kedsandtubesocks · 11 months

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So im super stressed over my finals but reading you answering my ask made me giddy!!!

OMGS ANOTHER MYTHOLOGY GEEK WUUUTTTT

Im literally giggling rn!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!thats so awesome seriously!!!!its rare to find people appreciate mythology!!!im so happy to find someone like me!!!!like,im always talking about mythology and my friends are like "holy shit how do you know all those?" And i have so many books about them!!!!

And your ideas are amazing!!!!omgs i cant wait!!!!! whatever you write I WILL READ WUTH MY SOUL!!!!

And about gojo,THIS MAN WONT EVER SHUT UP SPECIALLY IF HE FINDS SOMEONE HE LOVES!!!ITS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO SHUT UP WHEN HE SPOTS HIS LOVE!!!

There are so many greek myths to explore with gojo!!!tbh,i dont usually read these kind of aus,or royal aus cause they kinda make me sad,but your fic gosh!!!!it didnt make me even slightly sad because i was giggling all the time!!!

Oh my the one part where gojo proposed??? I screenshot that part and sent it to my friend whining about whats the point if someone doesnt propose to me like that!!!

You're at fault for making my standards even higher

Ok ok im rambling but i seriously enjoy our talk about these stuff.

(imagine Calypso! Gojo waiting on that island for his love to come and get him :)))

I'll stop now!!!

(im picturing us in a cafe giggling over our favorite myths and having a cold drink gods its your fault!!!)

I hope you're doing well!!!with love,your number 1 fan

Ah hi sweet anon! I’m glad I could help ease the stress of finals cause oof do I not miss that lol but I bet ur gonna do amazing I’m rooting for you!!

Omg pls I completely understand and I’m glad i get to geek out with you about mythology cause I love it too!!

🥺 AND OH MY GOODNESS!!??? Please you really are too kind thank you thank you!!!!

And dude for real, I am the biggest believe of Love Sick Gojo™️, he’s a Sagittarius and yeah they’re big on being flirty but they love to talk and love fiercely and that is Gojo?? He’s ridiculous and loud but he’s lost so many people so when he finally finds someone, you said it perfectly, HE WONT SHUT UP LMAOO (and I hate/love him for that)

I get that AU’s even mythology ones aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and when I first started writing hades!Gojo I remember being nervous bcs it’s a niche thing too (all my ideas are usually weird / way too specific au’s as you will soon find out lmaooo 🤡) but I’m so happy you were able to get excited and enjoy 💖

OMG NOT U SCREAMING ABOUT THE FIC WITH UR FRIENDS I WANT TO CRY?!?!?! I’ve been in the exact same position with so many of my friends so to think you had that reaction to my little old fic?? I’m really honored 😭

And oooo calypso Gojo would be so interesting!! Look at you go anon I love it!!

I hope this giggling and warm energy keeps you going through finals! I’M ur biggest fan rooting for you and I’m wishing you a safe and wonderful rest of your day!! 🌸✨

#you are amazing thank you again for dropping by sweet pea!!!#anon: unknown caller 📞#asks and such things 💌

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smolcuriouskitten · 2 years

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{I need to be sleeping but FUCK IT DABBLE TIME. @ofwaywardsunshine >:) enjoy the angst muhahaha.}

History always repeats itself

She can't remember the last time she heard from Sam. Rockelle was already an anxiety filled person but knowing Sam's occupation, she immediately thought of all of the worst case scenarios. She couldnt sleep, she couldnt even begin to think where he was. So finally she decided to try and wait until she heard from Dean, hopefully he would call and tell her something. Hell, thats how she found out about Sam being Lucifer for awhile.

After a week or so, she gave up on texting or calling Sam, since it would go straight to voicemail. She occupied her time with hanging out with her sister and brother, enjoying the long needed family time. Just getting back in from hanging out with them, Rockelle was getting her bath ready when she heard a car pull into the driveway. She hoped it was Sam, yet she looked over at her phone, no call or text as he always would do.

Throwing on her robe, she heads downstairs. She sees that its Sam's car, so with a happy squeal, she opens the door excited to see him again. That was until she sees him holding another womans hand with a grin on his face. Her mind raced to alot of places and outcomes but this damn sure wasnt one of them.

"Oh...Oh my god! You..You are HER! Oh my GOODNESS YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS! I CANT BELIEVE IM STANDING IN FRONT OF THE BIGGEST STAR." The young woman chirps and Rockelle could only stand there frozen, opening her mouth but nothing was coming out. "Rockelle. This is my wife Becky." A punch to the gut, a shot through her heart, Rockelle couldn't believe what she was hearing.

No. Maybe this was a dream. PINCH! Nothing. He was still standing in front of her, still holding the squealing girls hand. Should she be angry? Should she choke him or her? After gulping thickly, she gave a small smile. "Thank you love. I appreciate the compliment. You are just as beautiful." Her tone was calm, not a hint of anger or sadness in her voice. This was scary for several reasons since in her head, she was already posing for her mugshot in handcuffs.

"Can...I talk with your husband for a moment privately love?" Rockelle asks with a small smile and Becky shakes her head. "Absolutely not. Anything you can tell him, you can tell me. We are one after all." Rockelles eye twitched and she folds her hands behind her back to keep from swinging on Becky. "Okay, thats fine. My apologies. Sam. I want you to get your shit and dont you ever even THINK about calling me ever again." Rockelle said through gritted teeth, Sam was still holding Becky's hand, so he in turn tries to take her with him.

Rockelle raised a hand to stop her from coming in. "I said Sam. Not you." She firmly said and Becky gives a look as Sam lets go of her hand which makes Becky pout. "Now why cant I-" She starts and Rockelle gives her a look. "I suggest you dont finish that statement. It shouldnt take long. You can HAVE him." Rockelle waited until Sam brought everything downstairs. Sam loads everything in the car and tells Becky to wait in the car, which she obeys.

Rockelle looks at Sam with a scorned expression. "It was nice knowing you. Im alot happier since I met her." Damn, the daggers werent gonna stop were they? Rockelle bites her lip and nods, fighting the tears in her eyes. "Really? Im happy for you. Really I am. You got your shit, get off my property before I report you for trespassing." Rockelle said and slams the door in his face, pressing her back against the door. She waited until they both pull off for the tears to fall, crumbling to the door and sobbing.

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After a well deserved crying and screaming session with her sister about what just happened, she called Onyx to ask her to book as many concerts as she could for the month. She needed to occupy her mind and on the bright side, she could profit off of this pain. Working endlessly, chugging energy drinks and writing to distract herself from the heartache.

A week of training for the dancers, learning routines, they were on the road before the end of the week. Dropping singles and bangers like hotcakes, dancing and singing her ass off on tour, she was almost fully numb from the breakup. This was until fans began to ask about Sam, or flannel man or the faceless hunk. She only gave a short answer, avoiding the question all together if she could, her heart hurting more and more with every passing moment.

On the final days of her tour, she kept getting calls from Sam. She declined them all along with leaving his messages on read. It got to the point where Dean's phone number would call her too, which she turned her phone off all together. She knew what she told him and she hoped he remembered that. After her last show, she travels back home, noticing Sam's car in the driveway.

With gritted teeth and her eyes going red, she sat there for a moment, trying to calm herself down. She didnt wanna see or talk to him since she did not want this to be a repeat of what happened to Sebastian. Parking her car and sitting there with both hands on the steering wheel, she watches as Sam rushes over. She was already exhausted from the workload and now this? Oh there wasnt a filter that would be able to save him.

"Okay Rockelle listen. I know you are upset but I can explain-"

"Wheres your wife?"

"She wasnt- I didnt-"

"Sam. Where is your god damn wife?"

"Rockelle listen to me please!"

"Why should I? You came to MY DOORSTEP. HOLDING ANOTHER BITCHES HAND. TELLING ME THAT YOU WERE MARRIED. YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY PHONE CALLS OR TEXTS FOR WEEKS. WHY IN THE BLUE HELL SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU?!"

This was the first time Sam seen Rockelle this pissed off and it was jarring to say the least. His heart broke with how angry she was. She had every right to be upset with him and it made him want to hurt Becky for this damage that it caused his actual relationship. With a soft and heartbroken expression, he reaches for Rockelles face and she quickly snatches away.

"Rockelle. Im sorry. Please just listen to me." Sam pleads and Rockelle kept her eyes closed to keep from looking at him. She knew if she looked at him, she would start bawling. "You got 2 minutes." She said through gritted teeth and had her hands folded in her lap, bouncing her leg. "I was poisoned. Becky gave me something that tricked me into thinking I was in love with her. It wasnt pleasant since I dont love her at all. I love you Rockelle and you know that. Im sorry for any pain I caused you." He sincerely said, Rockelle slowly opens her eyes to look over at him.

She watched his expressions, trying to look for any hint of him lying or joking. As the tears filled her eyes, she narrows them and shifts them up and down at him. "Sam. You know I dont like liars." She softly responds and Sam gently grabs her face for her to look him in the eye. "Look at me and tell me if Im lying." Sam hoped she would be able to understand and take him back. His heart was hurting from the pain he caused her and it would tear him apart to lose her.

Rockelle still loved Sam despite him coming to her doorstep claiming that he loved another. She never stopped in all honesty, she just distracted herself from the pain of losing him. After gazing into his eyes with tears blurring her vision and his touch calming her down, she chews her bottom lip and sniffles. "Sam. I love you so much. Thank you for not leaving me in the dark with this. But if I see Becky in public, I will kick her ass. Im sorry for being so mean towards you, if I had known I would have killed her right there." She gave a weak smile and slowly reaches her hand up to rest on his.

Sam gave a gentle smile and plants a kiss on her forehead. "Should we go inside now? I know you are exhausted. If you see her in public, I wont stop you." He asks and Rockelle nods, letting go of him briefly to get out of her car, hugging him. "Are you okay though? Potions like that take away the free will and that can be traumatic." She genuinely asks, Sam shaking his head. "I will be fine, I have been through worse." He responds and Rockelle nods, squealing as Sam carried her inside.

#i think too much; {dabbles}#gentle giant; {sam}

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alkhale · 2 years

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Favorite Muse (Model!Uzui Tengen x Photographer!Reader) Ko-fi Request

Sooo yes another request for kimetsu no yaiba with our flamboyant Tengen Uzui.Maybe an a/o/b fic (I like how you write them) or an modern au where Tengen is a model (instagram models?) And reader is sort of his personal photographer .I dont mind if you mix the two together.

I’m sorry this took so long, I hope this finds you with some good timing since season 2 is finally out and it is Uzui in all his glory. I’d like to write more stories and blurbs with a photographer/model relationship, this one was a fun one to write. thank you so much for the support! I hope you enjoy!!!

title: Favorite Muse

pairing: Uzui Tengen/Reader

rating: slight nsfw

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I have a new shoot idea I want to try.

You glance at your phone, blinking in surprise over the top of your energy drink. You glance at the familiar contact name and look back to your current editing project—the wedding photos should be done by the end of the night if you keep on track. You’re scheduled for a few more shoots in the morning and had planned to kick back as a little reward to yourself.

You consider your options briefly. A new string of texts follow the first, and you know it’s just him trying to incite you even further for whatever crackpot idea he’s come up with this time. You know with how he is, he won’t let it drop if it’s an idea he’s especially fond of, even if it means a half-nude shoot in the middle of the god damn Antarctic because somehow—

The one and only elusive model Uzui Tengen’s photos—they always sell.

You can tell him no, suffer the consequences of having him barrage you for the next few days, suffer the even harder consequences of having one of the girls try to persuade you into doing it—you’re particularly weak to Hinatsuru’s advances—and also miss out on a chance to make some extra pocket change for what you get as Uzui Tengen’s one and only private contractor and photographer. But, what you do get in return is a peaceful, stress-free night to yourself, which is hopelessly and utterly rare and your body is rather beat and haggard after all these back-to-back shoots and especially that god damn rock climbing advertisement, you shouldn’t have done that one.

Or, you could say yes; get paid handsomely because Tengen’s photos always sell well, get to eat Hinatsuru’s cooking because she’ll have heard you’ll be stopping by the studio and would make sure something’s ready, get to partake in the luxuries that surround the Uzui household, get Uzui off your back for about forty-eight hours max…

Your phone is still being spammed with texts. You ignore them, staring at the happy couple smearing cake onto each other’s faces. When Uzui and the girls finally get a proper wedding in place, you’d take those photos in a heartbeat. You know they’d be the kind for the record books.

Your phone lights up now with a phone call. You suddenly consider turning down the offer out of spite, nursing your energy drink with dull eyes. Your gaze does stray, however, to the pile of take-out containers sitting on your work desk. You frown at them, feeling your stomach churn at the thought of Hinatsuru's warm porridge…

Your stomach wins. You swipe your phone, pressing it to your ear.

“Finally! What are you doing not picking up my calls at this hour?” you hear music blasting from Uzui’s side and suddenly wonder if you’ve made the wrong choice. “I know, are you getting off on my photos? You can just come and I’ll help you out. No need to play by yourself.”

“What’s this idea of yours?” you say, checking your schedule. If Uzui leaves you alone for the next two days, you can schedule a day-off after the male calendar shoot… yeah, this can work out! “If it’s the frosting idea in a different theme, I’m going to cut all ties with you—”

“You love taking my photos too much,” Uzui says, sounding bored. “I want to do something good for Valentine’s. A single theme, straight-forward, nothing crazy this time, actually.”

“The most flamboyant man on earth,” you say flatly. “And it’s nothing crazy?”

“It’ll be more than enough, baby,” Uzui says. You imagine him kicking his head back, lounging on some kind of leather couch tucked into a dazzling club somewhere or another. The man’s got too much energy, too much stamina, and you’re not really sure where he keeps it. “Less is more, you know?”

You do know. You always tell him those exact words. But for Uzui Tengen, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why his shoots always require you to clear out your schedule the day after because they’re far too arduous for you to do anything else.

“I don’t like how secretive you’re being with the whole thing,” you say, clicking to clean up another photo. “Give me something to mull over. I’ll be there after seven.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Fine, but you’re staying until it’s done.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it. You get the feeling he knows anyway though because he continues, “One word theme. Think about it however you’d like, sweetheart.”

You wait, tapping a finger idly against the minimizing key. You hear the music dull in the background, wondering if he’s moving away from the source of noise. His side quiets, and all you hear is the faint rustle of fabric, and then you imagine Uzui’s phone pressed against the side of his face, maybe held up in his hand, right by his mouth—

The husky, low alto of his voice nearly catches you off guard for a second. Uzui whispers it, sweet, like honey against your ears.

“Seduction.”

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You’ve been working as Uzui Tengen’s photographer since high school, before the guy made his big break crashing into the industry through his social media and photo outlets until agencies and businesses and yada yada were all clamoring for a chance to represent him.

You two were classmates. Simple enough. Uzui always had a pretty big presence on campus and you just minutely made your way by on the average. You guys weren’t close, maybe a word or two in passing with papers or asking about homework. You were a part of the photography club and loved the art with a passion. You were sure you’d just about photographed anything that could be photographed on campus until your club members urged you to try moving to people.

It’d been a simple convenience of interests. Uzui had been looking to try getting into more professional photography without the commitment of hooking up with some agency he didn’t really have the patience to deal with, and you’d seen the clear and utter potential in getting to practice your skills photographing an actual model.

So you approached him that fateful day, camera in hand, ignoring the eyes of all your peers as you walked up to the best-looking second-year in school and asked:

“Can I take your photo?”

Because Uzui Tengen, for all his low-key arrogance that sometimes comes barreling right into your face, for all his exaggerated moves and flamboyance and whatever he likes to call his method and style of living—is beautiful.

He’s gorgeous. Uzui Tengen had been made with love, blessed most definitely in some way or another by a god or goddess in his past life. From the symmetrical contours of his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the fit, healthy shift of all his muscles—all of it, down to the way his hair could look anything like liquid platinum or pure moonlight—he was ethereal.

And you, with your camera and lens—you were like a sculptor called to the altar in the face of such potential.

Uzui Tengen, leaning back on his desk, uniform half-unbuttoned, staring right back at you had said:

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain why Uzui had been willing to let you take his photos that first shoot—though you’re fairly certain it’s mostly from the devil-may-care attitude, what’d either of you have to lose except a few hours of time? Uzui liked your work, you liked taking pictures of him. You two would work together, doing shoot after shoot, trying everything and then some, studying late into the night for exams and taking the bus to school, sneaking into abandoned complexes to get that one shot…

And then the partnership had spiraled out from there on, even into your adult careers, even through the meetings with the girls and everything else—

Uzui had been offered photographer after photographer after crashing into the big leagues. His faces were on the more underground magazines, but never doubted renown or fame. The moment his issues went out—they were gone. You’d urged him before over a long conversation at an izakaya, despite all his loud, lazy protesting and rude gestures and kicking feet into yours, stroking your legs up and down and trying to stop you from talking—to try other photographers, people with more skill and experience, but after the entire affair, he’d shown up to your college dorm saying—

“No one else but you,” Uzui pressed his finger into your camera, pressing it back into your gut as he leaned over you, lazy, half-lidded and with intent, “is allowed to take pictures of this face.”

He placed a hand on his chest, dragging it down.

“Of this body.”

“Okay,” you said simply. “But we should get some papers drawn up, just in case.”

“You can’t read a mood for shit, can you?”

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru all got along with you just fine, and you were fond of them just as equally. Uzui was fond of this whole open relationship thing, and you didn’t really care one way or another, even if you suspected he was merely standing in for the girls so they’d be left alone due to other familial circumstances and constraints, but that's none of your business. There was love there between all four of them, and it was more than most could speak for.

“You can join in,” Uzui said before, massaging your shoulders as he sat behind you, watching you edit his own photos. One of his favorite pastimes, the narcissist. “We’d love to have you. I think we could get up to some good fun.”

“Pass,” you’d said. “Unless Hinatsuru and I can be exclusive.”

Uzui cursed under his breath.

Now, after all these years, you guessed you could call each other friends. Very comfortable acquaintances as well as business partners. Being Uzui’s photographer got you many gigs, great offers, and good money—but most importantly you were able to do what you really loved. You got to experiment with him, try new things, break molds—Uzui was the perfect model, if you had to be honest, unyielding but moldable, and you—

You could only try to capture grains of that and show it to the world.

-- ---- ----

It’s seven on the dot when the door to Uzui’s luxurious flat swings wide open for you.

The god himself stands before you in all his glory—his hair drips, just at the tips, hinting to his previous shower. It dampens the silk of his hair, gives it a darker shine and it makes the dark glimmer of his eyes feel a little more intimate, a little more bedroomy. He’s got nothing but a dark red robe on, splayed wide over his bare, muscular chest and parted a bit to show his legs are just as naked. Uzui’s eyes are on you, raking up and down, taking their time, long and languid like he’s undressing you just for the fun of it, molding you whatever way he likes—and he leans right up against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head.

Uzui Tengen drips pure sex appeal tonight, which makes sense for the theme.

Meanwhile, your equipment is bursting at the seams from your heavy duty bags, piled over your shoulders like a mule and hanging under your arms. You dully meet his gaze, somehow managing to still be slurping another energy jelly pouch through a straw.

There’s a fire going on behind him, you hear low music too, smooth like silk, but you simply step past him into his apartment, waddling with your equipment, ignoring him completely.

“Alright,” you say. “Let’s do this.”

Uzui stands there at the door for a good few minutes longer before he lets the door swing shut. He turns, facing you with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t look the slightest bit happy.

“Well?” he says.

“What?”

Uzui gestures to himself.

“Well?”

“You look great,” you say simply, knowing exactly what he wants. Compliments. Even though the damn man receives thousands of them on the daily. “Now this stuff is heavy, let’s get to the studio—”

“What’s the rush?” Uzui complains, walking right over to you and grabbing handfuls of your bags. They lift off your shoulders like they weigh nothing and you sigh in relief, rolling your aching shoulders. Uzui starts to herd you in the direction of his studio with his knees, even though you yap back in protest. “Here I was, ready to make some nice, lovely conversation because we haven’t seen each other—”

“I saw you two days ago.”

“—I even got wine ready, had a whole menu set to be ordered if you were hungry—”

“We never eat before shoots.” You pout. “I wanted Hinatsuru’s food…”

“She has a meal for you in the fridge.”

“Yes!”

“—and got all dolled up for tonight, just for you,” Uzui says, right at your ear, breath hot against the side of your face and you ignore him, opening up his studio. “And you barely even look at me.”

“Cry about it to Makio later,” you say, setting up your cameras. Uzui drops your bags with care, setting them aside and pulling out a single camera out of the many. “I’m on a bit of a time crunch tonight. I fit you at the last minute, remember?”

“I know,” Uzui says, running his thumb over the top of the lens. It’s the camera you always use when you can, your favorite one—your first one, with him. “I love that you can take me all the way in.”

You pause for a moment at his ridiculous wording. You raise a brow, continuing your work and ignoring Uzui’s movements behind you. “I’ve been thinking about your idea—it’s a good one. I think we can definitely make it work since you normally go so left field anyway. Something straightforward and intense… intimate, I like it. You’re good at that too.”

“Yeah,” Uzui calls from behind you, almost like a siren song, low, rumbling. “I know.”

He’s awfully playful tonight. You chalk it off to the fact that he’s got more energy and been too bored—he did say the girls would be out tonight visiting some old friends… Uzui Tengen has the attention span of a house cat—which means you’ve either got his entire focus or none of it at all, and when it’s all of it, you’re in for a bit of a rough time.

One big, stupid house cat. You think, assessing the studio. Uzui’s mostly set up the props himself you see, with a single, plush white mattress draped in dark red silks. There’s wine spilled into the corners of the paper sheet below, and the smell of it lightly permeates the air—you’re starting to get a better feel for this shoot.

“How’ve you been lately, (Y/n)-chan?” you almost jump when he appears right at your side, still playing with your camera. You glance up at him. “What have you been up to, hmm?”

“The usual,” you say simply. “You know, I just talked with you—it’s not like I’ve done anything more since then.”

“Maybe,” Uzui says with a wave of his hand. “But I like knowing everything.”

Yeah, I know. He’s been like this since high school. You just get the strange feeling that there’s something Uzui’s already got settled in his head he’s not quite sharing with you. It just better be about the damn shoot.

“Just finished that wedding shoot,” you say. “I’m still waiting to take yours.”

“The girls are waiting for you to join first.”

You roll your eyes. “Probably going to take a nice long break after these ones sell too. I think I’ve been doing too much lately.”

“Glad you finally agree,” Uzui says. “Now we can finally book that trip to—”

“Maybe go on a date,” you murmur offhandedly, considering it. Uzui’s talk about Valentine’s and seduction has got you thinking a bit. It has been awhile.

Uzui looks completely and utterly offended. Scandalized.

“Excuse me? With who?”

“There’s a cute photographer from another studio who’s been hitting me up lately,” you explain. “Might give him a chance.”

“Cute,” Uzui repeats, like the word burns on his tongue. He places a hand on his chest, dragging it down and making a point to move so his robe barely hides— “You’d pick cute over this?”

You move away from the lighting, satisfied with how it looks. Uzui rolls his eyes hard enough for you to hear it.

“You have an idea of how you want me to start or do you want my pitch?”

“Oh, I’ve got it all planned out,” Uzui says, dripping extravagance. You blink in surprise when he pushes your old camera into your hands. “We’re shooting with this one.”

“...if we’ve got the red background,” you start, “my other one should be better for the—”

“I want this one.”

You roll your eyes. Uzui smiles, pleased with your compliance and he smooths a hand over his hair, stalking past you toward the mattress. You follow behind him, quickly adjusting the settings on your camera to get ready for the shoot. “How far are we going with this?”

You’ve shot Uzui nude plenty of times before, it’s a boundary you’ve crossed time and time again, but a minor heads up is always appreciated.

“As far as you want to go,” Uzui says. You raise a brow at him but he doesn’t say anything else, settling down onto the mattress and turning to lay on his back. He arranges himself, getting comfortable like one, giant jungle cat in the middle of a bedroom, considering his appearance for a moment before he parts a leg, letting his robe drape and tease against the moonlit column of his skin.

Uzui looks at you then. You pause. He’s getting into it today. The look in his gaze is already beginning to drip with heat, there’s a beckoning call in his face, a thin line of exasperation, like he can’t understand why you’re taking so long to come to him, until it slowly begins to creep into you the nature of what he’s going for.

“A POV kind of thing,” you murmur, sliding up to the edge of the mattress. Uzui tilts his head up to look at you, humming in agreement, “like they’re really there with you… okay, I like this. I can work with this.”

“I know you can,” Uzui says. He shows more skin, baring his neck, looking right up at you with those heated eyes. “It’s my idea after all.”

You lean over Uzui, quietly beginning to snap some shots. You start to warm up, moving around him a bit, testing the angles and pressing a little more forward. You keep your knees against the edge of the mattress, trying to find the spot that feels the most right—

Uzui’s warm, molten fingertips find the back of your neck like a vice. You freeze, camera in place by your head as he begins to guide you forward, forcing you closer. You get on your knees to quietly comply, kneeling on the mattress between his legs as you crouch over him with your lens.

“Like this,” Uzui whispers. His fingers stay and you consider for a moment telling him to switch poses, but relent and begin to snap away. “Yeah, just like that.”

“What sparked the sudden inspiration?” you ask, getting closer and leaning entirely over him now. Your hair shifts a bit over your shoulder and Uzui’s fingers brush it back. It’s beginning to feel more and more intimate, the air a little thick, and you think briefly that he feels like he’s on his best game today—he’s on top of it. “Feeling a little restless?”

“Wanted to do something special,” Uzui says, low and husky. He begins to raise himself up on his elbows, letting his robe pool around his waist as he rises, as though to meet you. You back off, sitting on your heels as he comes closer, half tilting his head, peering up through thick, long lashes. “Felt a bit… impatient.”

“About what?”

Click. Click. Click.

This is going to sell.

Uzui pushes forward, more, more. You snap off, moving with him as he begins to bend you backwards, leaning over you now. One of his hands slides down to your lower back, guiding you to unfold your legs and let them slide over his own. You adjust the angle, quick and move, trying to catch all the nuances of this position at Uzui’s dripping gaze, burning against your lens. Uzui gets closer as you bend back into the sheets. They’re cool on your back.

“I don’t think the nature of my photos,” Uzui says above you, like silk. “Are reaching my targeted audience.”

Now that’s a surprise. You almost ask more about it but this shoot is flying faster and smoother than you ever expected. These are all stellar shots. Uzui is killing it and it’s getting you a bit excited. Maybe you should try doing an angle from the other side with a chair and—

Uzui kneels between your legs, forcing you to part them to make room for him. You have to open them wide to comply with all of him. His robes pool around his waist, hiding the rest of his otherwise naked body from view. His hands come down on either side of your head as he pins you down into the sheets, licking his bottom lip and you click away, photo after mad photo while he looks down at you with a gaze that begs to devour, coaxes to allow submission and—

You pause, stiffening. One of Uzui’s hands is on the underside of your knee. You don’t mind if he’s just getting into character, but his hand is out of view and it’s not needed for him to touch you like that outside of the frame.

Uzui lifts your leg up and over his hip. You feel the hot, thrumming burn of his flesh against your leggings. You stop briefly in your clicking. “...Uzui, you can—”

“Don’t stop.”

You frown but quickly resume taking photos. Uzui’s free hand rest at first beside your head on the mattress, but once he leaves your leg at his waist, the hands switch as you adjust your angle and—

Uzui’s hand rests on the inside of your thigh. His large palm engulfs the inside of your leg, dangerously close to a boundary the two of you have not crossed. You pause again in your clicking, slowly tilting your camera to make it more obvious that his arm is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

You’re just imagining things. This is Uzui with three hot girl friends, the Uzui you’ve always—

When your camera keeps clicking, Uzui’s expression starts to change. His robes are nearly sliding off his waist now, almost exposing him completely. One simple motion and he’d be out of them. You raise a brow when he starts to look a bit… irritated? Impatient and restless, the corners of his brows edged with something like doubt until it clears.

“Alright,” Uzui sighs dramatically, “I’m done.”

You blink behind your camera, moving it aside to look at him. “Done? Already? Well, there’s probably plenty of good ones—”

Uzui grabs your hips with both his hands. You only have a second to blink at him before he gently but firmly, quickly pulls you flush against his waist, legs forced to part on either side of him and he pulls you completely tight up against—

You freeze. Your grip on your camera becomes shaky. Your mouth parts in surprise because suddenly—

There is something very, very hard pressed against the inside of your thigh.

Something you’re quite familiar with from past shoots.

But not like this.

“Um,” you curse your voice for cracking, trying to clear your throat. Heat flashes up your neck, starting to crawl up to your cheeks. “U… Uzui—”

“I don’t think that boy you’re even considering,” Uzui says, low, a bit dark. “Would be creative enough to do something like this, just to get his feelings across.”

Uzui loosens his grip on your thighs. He gives you the chance to retreat, but you’re caught in the earnestness of his gaze, the…

Want?

“I tried to be obvious,” Uzui says calmly. But his calm is dangerous, it drips with intent, guided purposefully as commands your gaze with a single look. You suddenly feel microscoped, forced under the lens of someone else’s camera. “Like Makio suggested.”

Uzui squeezes your thigh, his longer fingers reaching, covering pieces of your body with ease. He reminds you his hand is there, it’s intentional, and your jaw drops, gaping at him in disbelief. Did you drink too many energy drinks? Were you dreaming? Again? You’d washed out any dreams each time Uzui made those suggestions, lingered with those touches—you’d talked yourself out of it plenty of times before, there was just no way, keeping it professional was better—

“I’d tried to be cute,” Uzui says, dragging the word across his teeth, but one hand starts to dance fingers against the nape of your neck, following your collarbone, sending goosebumps up your spine. His expression is anything but cute. “Like Suma said.”

The heat, the hard, rigid press between your legs has not relented. Your head starts to spin, understanding and disbelief struggling for a stronger place at the forefront of your mind, chased quickly by your choices—stop this? Keep going? Let him finish? Run away?

“But I think being honest, like your favorite Hinatsuru said,” Uzui says huskily, “will work the best, won’t it?”

“Y-You,” you start. Uzui waits, with waning patience, watching you almost fondly. “You—are you saying—t-this, I mean, right now—”

You struggle for words. Uzui’s fingers rub distracting circles into your hip. They catch the outline of your underwear through your pants, tugging a bit purposefully. “I-I don’t know—a one night… we’re partners—”

“Oh,” Uzui says, looking a bit amused. “That’s cute. You think this would only be for one night?”

“Flings are—”

“Not very flamboyant,” Uzui says simply. He leans over you. The smell of wine still lingers. The sharp bite of his cologne. Your head feels a little dizzy. “I prefer something more… long term.”

Uzui lightly drums his fingers against your neck, following the bob of your throat with heated eyes. “Willing to consider a new contract?”

Uzui has always been your favorite subject. In a way, you realize, he’s probably always known. He’s your favorite muse. He knows it. Being able to have him through the lens has always been enough, you’ve never been greedy enough to consider anything else. What the two of you had has always been fine, it’s always been fun enough for you to just watch. Watch and see what Uzui Tengen does next but—

What’s next right now is—

(You’ve always found him interesting.)

You accidentally click your camera.

Uzui’s gaze seems lazy—it’s a poor disguise for the molten liquid dripping from his gaze, the heat searing under his touch and from his body between your legs. “One click for yes, two for no.”

Your fingers hesitate against your camera. Your breath catches in your throat.

(So why not wait and see, one more time?)

Click.

“That’s fine,” Uzui says. He smiles, pleased, and he speaks like each word is a promise for something else. “I want you to remember this night.”

Your camera slides out from your fingertips. Uzui calmly grasps it with one hand, raising it above your head, pulling the strap off from around your neck. Keeping his gaze locked with yours the entire time, he sets it down, away from the mattress, gently on the floor.

“I don’t think you’ll need a camera to remember it though.”

“T-This whole shoot—”

“I’m going,” Uzui says, “to kiss you now.”

And he does.

(And much, much more.)

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