#i was gonna try learn how to make a custom theme

[desertleviathan]

FFXIV New Job ideas (rampant speculation)

With Fanfest rapidly approaching I've been thinking a lot about what new Jobs we might see, but also about what I would pitch if I were personally involved in the design process. Here are the ideas I've had that I feel are solid enough that I'd bring them to a design meeting: one Tank, one Melee DPS, one Ranged DPS, and one Caster DPS. I'm still drawing a blank on Healers unfortunately.

JUDGE

Role: Tank Weapon: Primarily enormous hammers, but other heavy blunt implements could also work. The hammer featured with the AF armor would deliberately evoke a Gavel. Origin: The Judges of the Ivalice setting were powerful NPCs for the most part without super consistent powers and abilities, but with a very cool aesthetic. This interpretation would emerge from Rabanastre or thereabouts, maybe a job crystal excavated in an archaeological dig containing the memories of this ancient order. Bonus secret - the job quests might reveal that this order stretches all the way back to Goug Machine City, and persisted among certain Garleans, and that Nero's fighting style is descended from this one. And perhaps the Garlean custom of crafting elaborate custom armor for high-ranking officers derives from the signature armor of the Judges. Combat: A theme of judgment and punishment would be an important part of things. The Judge establishes boundaries and then when the enemy transgresses those boundaries there are consequences. The big one would be that their short-duration high-impact shield, their Tank Buster Breaker in the same style as the Darkest Night or Heart of Corundum, would transform into a bigass counterstrike after being hit. Maybe meters for Vengeance (filled by using attacks) and Mercy (filled by absorbing damage) that you'd want to keep balanced on a Scales of Justice class icon, but with ways to spend them individually in order to balance them out, where RDM's paired meters can only be spent in unison.

HARBINGER

Role: Melee DPS (Scouting Armor/Dexterity bonus to Damage) Weapon: A dual-bladed polearm wielded much more like a staff than how a Dragoon handles a spear. A major aesthetic would be weapons that look less threatening until drawn and the blades emerge. Origin: I'm gonna put these guys in Meracydia for fun. Let's say there's a major persistent demon problem that's become somehow entrenched so that it's difficult to oppose it directly. Like a kingdom has been corrupted and many nobles have demonic advisors/companions, against whose predations the common folk have no recourse. This style of fighting evolved to deal with the situation covertly, and even to make targeted excursions into the Void itself to eliminate high-profile targets. The Harbingers are elite demon hunters empowered by holy rites. Are they a little bit Castlevania's Belmont clan? Maybe. Don't worry about it. Combat: Swift, circular movement and strikes empowered by Light aether, Angelic motifs tending more towards the "BE NOT AFRAID" wheel of eyeballs style creature than the winged benevolent humanoid. Maybe their bladed staff can extend via hidden chains for ranged strikes? Maybe not, that would be rough to animate and a little too close to Castlevania.

BLITZER

Role: Ranged DPS Weapon: Blitzball!!! Origin: I'm going to put these guys in Meracydia. Why? Mainly because the Zanarkand Blitzball Stadium reminds me a little of the Sydney Opera House. And because a pseudo-Australia without a rowdy contact sport seems incomplete. Not every Blitzball Player learns to use their sport as a combat style, but those who do are frighteningly potent. The NPC who unlocks this job would probably be standing right next to the NPC who unlocks the Blitzball mini-game in the starter cities, both of them having traveled to gether to try to establish the sport in Eorzea. Combat: Wakka's slot-based overdrives wouldn't translate over well in FFXIV's combat pacing, and his debuff-heavy attack style would also be difficult to port. But I could easily imagine a buff-heavy "Team Captain" style, less support focused than Dancer but more than Machinist, about comparable to Bard, where you shout encouragement and tactics to the rest of the team. Basic AoEs would be point blank radial strikes like a Dancer's, as you charge into the middle of the enemy pack to thrash them with your ball in hand. Also I think it would be funny if they got a big movement speed buff only when swimming. Having the Blitzer job unlocked would offer no advantages to actually playing Blitzball though, other than providing the most appropriate costumes.

ESPER

Role: Caster DPS Weapon: A humanoid focus, maybe a doll or stuffed animal or a little puppet. Yup, this is the Lulu's Dolls job. In lore terms, an Esper is channeling so much caustic, unfiltered Aether that they need an extra body to dump some of the excess into, and have learned to ritually prepare a little person-shaped effigy for that purpose. Origin: Let's go for a big swing here and say the job trainer is on the First, and reaches out to the WoL via telepathic dreams even if they haven't reached Shadowbringers yet. There's just a bed in Gridania or something with a quest marker over it, and when you take a nap you wake up with a job crystal SOMEHOW. In terms of concept, this is the D&D Sorcerer and/or Psion. All the other Caster DPS received formal training, but this is the Job for if you're just chock full of magic and it was going to find a way out of you whether you wanted it to or not. The method of binding a poppet as your weapon/focus is just a trick that the job trainer from the First shares that they figured out on their own journey. Combat: I think it should be less mobile than a Red Mage but more mobile than a Black Mage. I envision the Burst DPS Phase opener giving a brief window where your character physically hovers in the air and can therefore cast while moving - not instant casts, but cast bars that aren't interrupted by movement. Also a larger RNG/proc component to represent the lack of complete control, but building up expendable tokens like a Dancer instead of having a buff ticking down its timer like a Black Mage so you can spend them more tactically. Also I think it would avoid visuals that are clearly aspected to a particular Element. As far as Healers go, I'm still struggling for ideas. The part of my brain that likes patterns would want to propose a Pure Healer and a Shield Healer at the same time to maintain balance. But the elephant in the room is the degree to which Astrologian has sprawled out into everyone else's concept space like a dude on the subway spreading his legs like every seat in the car belongs to him. Astrologian has a little bit of Gambler, a little bit of Time Mage, a little bit of Oracle, and a whole subplot about how Geomancers are basically the same thing. It makes it tough to find concepts that fit the leftover space. I'm very much in favor of a Chemist-like healer, but don't have a unique take on it to offer here yet, so I'll leave it at that.

So. Any thoughts on these concepts? Any concepts of your own?

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14

[enchanted-tatas]

Hi! Your Hivecraft server looks really interesting! I've seen someone play on a server modded with what is essentially a first person rpg version of Sburb, but I've never seen anyone do an Alternia based map before! That's really cool!!!!! I have a few questions about it tho:

1. Will you be able to choose if you're a Human or a Troll?

2. If you can, will you be able to choose your blood colour as a Troll? Or is there some kind of mechanism for that?

3. Will Trolls have lusii? And if they do, can you choose what they are?

4. Will the server be private?

5. If it's not, will it be only PC accessible or will there be PC and Mobile versions?

6. Will you add the Minestuck mod or is this more of a 'Slice of Life, Living on Alternia' kinda thing?

7. Any unique resources like Sopor Slime?

8. Will there be any Persterchum or Trollian-like thing on to allow players to communicate?

9. Even if there isn't, can the players still have speech quirks?

That's all of my questions for now! Hopefully you'll have time to answer them!

Thank you! I've heard of people doing stuff like that but I was always more of a fan of the alternia themed world building etc. This is my first time playing Minecraft though so this project is sort of a learning experience.

Lots of good questions here so I'll do my best to answer

1. I don't think that's something I'm gonna manage for people, they can change their skins if they want or make custom models but I'm not sure that I could implement that for other people myself

2. As far as I know I don't think Minecraft has any sort of blood effects unless a mod or resource pack is installed but I don't have anything like that here so far. I AM planning to make some placeable items that look like blood splatters in different colors though

3. I can make mobs of lusii in the future that just act as animals do in game so I'm sure people could tame them and give them name tags so they don't despawn. I've already made some purple bees and I do wanna play with custom mob models later

4. I think I'll probably make a discord for it later where I can see how many people are interested and get it opened once things are more built out. It'll be open publicly then but I don't wanna pay for server hosting every month so it can only be open if I'm actually online

5. I think Minecraft in general is capable of cross console play?? I could be wrong but I'm working on PC so idk how well mobile would work especially with resource packs

6. I've never heard of that mod before tbh but I'm trying so far to not use mods and only use resource packs I'm making because that way everything can be server side and people don't have to download to join. This might change depending on what I wanna put in though. I sort of imagined more as a "slice of life thing" in survival mode. Just a fun alien sandbox for people to play in

7. FUNNY U SAY THAT I did TRY to make a sopor liquid in MCreator and technically succeeded. It had its own properties and everything

Unfortunately, MCreator only works on 1.19.2 and I've been making everything else on 1.19.3 😔 I tried testing it out in a 1.19.2 world but it just didn't wanna cooperate. I'll probably just have to wait until MCreator updates to 1.20...

8. I think just the current in game chat will be what's used or people can discord each other if they like

9. They can if they type that way sure! I think there's websites where u can basically "translate" whatever you type into a custom quirk but it won't be implemented in the server specifically. People will have to type that way themselves, same as making skins

Thanks for your interest! I hope these answers were helpful I'm not experienced enough to put in all these gui type ideas lol but maybe someday 🤷 I'll be posting updates here and there on this blog so keep an eye out 👀

#hivecraft #homestuck #ask #asks #rambles #minecraft #ive got a few things i have files for that just...havent been wanting to work lol #the sopor and blood splatter items being two examples

[lizzieonka]

An Honest Guide to Tumblr for Twitter Refugees (Part 0)

So I had posted Part 1 first, covering basic technical aspects like configuring your Tumblr settings and customizing your Tumblr. And while I was writing my draft for Part 2, I realized that all these “How to use Tumblr” guides are pretty much useless if you don’t even know what the heck Tumblr is and why you should even use it… Thus, I’m just gonna go ahead and talk about that first.

So, what the heck is Tumblr?

I’ve mentioned this in Part 1: Tumblr is a blogging platform. The name “tumblr” comes from the word “tumblelog.” But this definition is just putting things simply.

I’d like to define Tumblr as your own personal corner in the internet. What it really is depends on how you use it. This blog where I’m posting this guide is a blog I use for the multiple fandoms I’m in. Here, I talk about the latest anime episodes, reblog gifs, and sometimes post theories and analyses. My dashboard, then, is full of users who are in the same fandoms as me, and the posts I see most often are those about anime and manga.

Fandom is just one Tumblr use-case. You can customize your Tumblr experience to however you want it to be.

If you’re a writer, you can join the writeblr community and post about your WIPs. You can also follow other writers and talk about their WIPs.

If you’re an artist, you can check out the #artists on tumblr tag and see what other artists are making.

If you’re a developer, you can try making your own Tumblr themes and even join coding challenges.

If you like science stuff, check out the #science side of tumblr.

And if you want to wax poetic about your latest hyperfixation, you can start an fyeah blog. You can go as wild as you want, and people won’t cringe and call you weird for it.

Great! So now I can start posting and joining the x/y/z communities on Tumblr, right?

Not yet. I mean, you can, of course; there’s no hard rule for it. But I advise against jumping right into things.

Someone posted about this before, but I couldn't find that post anymore, so I'll just say it again: Before starting anything here on Tumblr, it's best you spend a few days just lurking around.

Don't make an intro post, don't rush to advertise your blog, and don't start begging for followers yet (the number of followers don’t even matter here). Just lurk. Observe. See how the veteran Tumblr users are doing things and learn from them.

This has been said many times before, but please leave your Twitter habits out the door. Tumblr culture and etiquette is not something you can learn overnight, so it’s wise to just watch first.

Familiarize yourself with the Tumblr terminology. Like, what does “meta” mean? What are ask/tag games? What does it mean when a user says they’re “tracking tags”? There are many other terms, and although it’s not necessary to learn them, you’ll enjoy Tumblr more if you know what they are.

Oh, by the way, it’s called reblog, not retweet. God forbid you call them retweets. And no, adding content to a reblog is not the same as quote tweeting. (I’ll talk more about this in Part 2 or 3 of this guide.)

Why should I listen to you? I’m gonna treat this place like Twitter, fuck you

You don’t have to listen to me at all. But I’m telling you, if you treat this place like Twitter, you’re just inviting hate and ridicule upon yourself. As much as Tumblr users like to call this place hellsite and complain about how it’s always broken, we are oddly very defensive of it. We do not want it to become a Twitter 2.0.

Is Tumblr right for me?

As long as you’re not a brand always trying to sell us stuff or a celebrity only using the platform to promote their show/album/movie, then yes, you are welcome here.

To enjoy Tumblr, you have to treat it like a place where you just hang out and have fun and not just another platform to get sales or followers or to chase clout. That just doesn’t work here. There’s a reason why @/neil-gaiman is Tumblr’s most beloved celebrity, and that’s because he understands this.

#tumblr #tumblr guide #twitter #elon musk #miyamiwu.src #miyamiwu.tut

[solfirafira]

💛

OOH thank you for the ask <3!!!

I think my best skill lies within calligraphy and lettering!! I developed the interest back in design college and really fell into a love for typography and letterforms. I’ve always dreamed of working to improve myself as a type designer and hope to open up a type foundry of my own someday and pour over the intricate details of letterforms and publish my own typefaces :>

A Quick Lesson in Typography

Here’s a way to flex your design knowledge on twitter and elsewhere. Y’know that thing that people call “fonts”? Well, if you wanna get technical, designers actually categorize them with terms like type families, type faces, type weights, etc.

“What’s the difference?!” you may ask. I’m here to tell ya :D

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A type family refers to the style (Arial) and all of its weights (Regular, Italic, Bold, Bold Italic, Black) and sizes (12pt, 15pt, etc.).

A typeface (or font family) is similar to font, but only pertains to weight and style. → Arial Regular is a typeface. Arial Bold is a different typeface.

In the digital world, a font pertains to the software we install and use.

So when someone says they’re using the Arial font or the Times New Roman font, technically they’re actually using a typeface, not a font. It’s become such common usage though that when we hear it, we more or less know what you mean :)

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Another detail that can help separate you from the masses is understanding kerning and tracking. Moreso the first one as opposed to the latter. 

Kerning is the spacing between each letter. 

Tracking is the spacing between each word. 

If you are dealing with a paragraph, you’re working with its tracking. If it’s one line, presumably a header of some sort, you’re kerning it. The best way I can explain it is essentially designers will invert the text in their brain (aka look at the negative space) and adjust the text letter by letter (or line by line) until it looks right.

For your purposes, I’d say focus on learning how to kern your headers. Most people aren’t working in book publishing so you don’t need to worry about tracking.

Here’s a fun visual way to try it out yourself!!

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For me, my nerdiness doesn’t stop there. Oh no. There’s a whole dictionary list of specific terms that I love to scrutinize and dig deep into.

Now THIS is my jam. This is the stuff I spend my spare time diving into, and it’s the nitty gritty of what makes up a letter. Letters are beautiful, and the people who work on them spend a lot of time perfecting them until you get timeless typefaces like Helvetica and Garamond. I won’t spend too much time on these, but this is a great place to start if you ever wanted to make your very own typeface. There’s also so many little tricks that designers have made to make a letter look just right and it’s just so cool !!!!

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Anyhow, so little rabbithole led me into exploring calligraphy (yes, I have quite a number of fountain pens and inks) and the lettering community on instagram. Combined with paperquilling (another little hobby of mine, maybe I’ll talk about it if someone sends me another of the 💛 in my ask), the work that I’m most proud of is this one!

I think taking something made digitally and in 2D and bringing it into a 3D environment is an interesting culmination of everything we’ve learned so far. This whole thing started with calligraphy and typesetting on paper way back when, and now everything’s gone digital, it just feels right to combine the paper and typography medium and bring them to life in a new and different way!

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Also this too! Yes it's a Harry Potter themed series (fuck JK Rowling). Custom typeface, loosely based on Abril Fatface and Playfair Display for an elegant yet magical vibe!

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This one that I made for a friend a hekkin long while back and is more along the lines of the “classic” paperquilled lettering works that you see on instagram.

I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a while since I’ve made something like this but at some point I was working on an unfinished piece for Kiryu Coco when she left Hololive. Maybe I should finish that.. 😂

In any case, hope you enjoyed my little ramble! I also hope I didn’t bore you to death with my meanderings haha

Thanks again for the ask!!

#design #typography #paperquilling #lettering #calligraphy #graphic design #fira tips

[lizzienaut]

I totally understand what you're saying but think whit me a little bit ok,

Do you really think this community is fair to everyone? That is it fair enough so that people like me do not complain about not having the same respectful treatment with you, THE ROPE LOVERS?????. Idfk and don't care, I'm just saying facts, that's all. Also commission custom tword art? It doesn't sound like a bad idea actually!, one thing I'll make sure is that it's not the work of any of you, but again it's right that i'm being the bad person here so oficially i'm leaving here, stop saying nasty things and will try to do my best to tolerate this community, despite y'all will make very difficult nlg

honestly? i’m not gonna be as nice as the other people have been.

you, based on how you portray yourself through each dumpster fire of an ask sent to this community’s content creators, are clearly a misguided minor who has learned nothing from this experience. despite apologizing on mickey’s blog, you still show up in my asks (rather late too, very offended on that front) and continue to speak negatively of the others in this community through your passive aggressive comments (i.e. “the rope lovers”).

answer me this; what’s so bad about liking bondage? feathers? feet? trick question - absolutely nothing. this shit isn’t inherently sexual (i mean for god’s sakes, half of the people in this community realized they like tickling because of children’s media) — a mass majority of the people here who draw feathers and feet and light bondage are SAFE FOR WORK (i.e. no genitalia showing, no underlying (intended) sexual themes, etc) just drawing those things because they think it’s fun. it is literally as simple as that. the community is not going to serve you the content you specifically want on a silver platter, both because god knows you don’t deserve it AND for the fact that despite how unfair it may seem to you, artists owe you jack fucking shit my guy. nothing. nada. zip. zero. yeah, it’s frustrating to not find what you’re looking for, but that’s the internet for you dude. wanna know the secret? literally just keep looking and blocking the content you don’t like. you made this everyone’s problem when you could’ve just shut your mouth, silently blocked the accounts you don’t like, and moved on your merry little way to go finish whatever homework you probably didn’t do.

also — even if the art is suggestive or sexual in nature, who gives a shit? it is not the creator’s responsibility to walk on eggshells for you just because you find it upsetting, so long as it’s tagged properly. you’re clearly old enough to use some common sense, so utilize those block buttons. it’s not rocket science.

i’m very pleased to hear that you wouldn’t commission me — i wouldn’t want your money anyways, as i don’t want to work with individuals who tell people to kill themselves, or harass others into doing what they want, or are just generally throwing tantrums on everyone else’s blogs.

i could not give less of a shit that my (or my mutuals’) presence on tumblr dot com will make your poor widdle life that much harder. you are not being respected because you do not treat others with that same respect you so desperately crave in return.

block button. that simple.

you’re clearly the same asshole that you were before, your apologies and promises mean nothing to me, nor does your opinion.

leave me and my slut well in peace now :)

#liz peeps™ #anon #tickling

[twilightofthe]

Obi Wan Kenobi Show Liveblog: Part II

ok ok ok ok ok we gettin’ back to it let’s fucking gooooooooooo

aight so i’m re-listening to the obi wan theme but i’m gonna need to pull it all up once everything’s over and give it my full attention

characters like obi wan kenobi and din djarin having to take commercial air travel and deal with customs makes me laugh a lot

so i’m LOVING the neon aesthetic of Daiyu

wait motherfuck this is obi wan’s FIRST TIME OFF TATOOINE IN TEN YEARS HOW IS HE COPING

slkdfjsdlk saying this is qui gon’s kind of mess apparently

MOTHERFUCK IS THAT A CLONE

THAT’S A CLONE MR MORRISON WHY DID YOU COME BACK JUST TO HURT ME HEY

and obi wan’s giving him coins and looking like his heart is breaking fucking help me

ahaha go home and rethink your life kiddo

“MY DAUGHTER”

FUCK EVERYTHING

FUCK EVERYTHING

oh ANOTHER jedi huh?

ehhhh i don’t believe it

ah hello kumail nanjiani

oh fuck he actually did the force summon thing

hmmm still don’t know if i trust

like he did say he was a scam character

he’s giving me Hondo vibes

yeah MAJOR Hondo vibes

pffff i knew it was a scam

ohohoho obi wan’s gonna fuck with this dude big time i know it

Get his ass Obes get him

“of course” ohohoho that’s obi wan’s Danger Voice sexy ehehe

HAHAHA IT WAS A MAGNET AND NOW OBES HAS A GUN GET HIS ASS

THE GUN AND THE ANGRY VOICE IS STILL VERY HOT I’M SORRY I KNOW IT’S UNCIVILIZED OK OK OK I’LL SHUT UP

BUT IT’S HOT

SHHHH OK BACK TO WATCHING

heeheeheehee he’s STROKING HIS BEARD

PENSIVELY

fuuuuuuck

i am so obnoxious i’m sorry but also not

yes he still makes a gas mask look hot

ok wow i guess the entire first episode with me crying was me too distracted by my emotions to be drooling over obes but now the dam has burst

HELL YES BABE YOU DESTROY THAT BREAKING BAD LAB

HOOHOOHOOHOOOOOO HE BRAWLIN HE BRAWLION THAT’S STILL HOT

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

stop fucking hitting him u bitch ur just jealous he’s hot and you’re not

HELL YEAH SMOKEBOMB

I love this man so much y’all have no clue

AHAHAHA LEIA’S FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH OBI WAN AND SHE ATTACKS HIM I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

obiwanandleiaobiwanandleiaobiwanandleiaobiwanandleia

motherFUCK THE DISGUISE HE GIVES HER LOOKS LIKE PADME’S HANDMAIDEN DISGUISE I’M GONNA FUCKING SOB

AND SHE SPENDS HER ENTIRE TIME CALLING HIM OLD AND GIVING HIM A CORONARY I LOVE THIS SO SO SO VERY MUCH

ohoho so i think Reva IS trying to please Vader

fuck offffffff G. Quizzy Reva’s so much prettier than u

SO YOU DO ADMIT THAT KENOBI’S STILL ALIVE DON’T TAKE CREDIT FOR WHAT SHE’S DONE YOU BITCH

WE ALL WANNA SQUEEZE HIM BITCH YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL

obi wan hon u do realize that y’all took off your disguises and are now walking around barefaced right

oh ok ok he’s getting her new clothes good

FASHION ICON LIKE HER MOTHER

“GRANDDAUGHTER MAYBE” LEIA ORGANA I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

HE’S USING HIS ANNOYED ANAKIN VOICE ON HER I LOVE HIM I LOVE HER SO VERY VERY MUCH

fuuuuuck he’s hot when he punches people

“my droid is fucking dead :(” “good” OBI WAN

don’t jinx it you bitch did you learn ANYTHING obi wan from like ur entire life

NO DUMBASS DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE

ahhhh she’s suspicious oh dear and here we go

OOOOH HE’S GONNA CATCH A BLASTER BOLT WITH THE FORCE TO PROTECT HER OR SOMETHING

Reva you’re such a dramatic bitch i love you can’t u jump off a building like a normal force user

nah he’s gonna float her

yep!

Skywalker requirement: MUST nearly give Obi Wan a heart attack after being in his presence for ten minutes

“IS IT THAT HARD TO BELIEVE THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE FRIENDS” LEIA

“we gotta take the free help dumbass” this is giving me big Padme vibes

OBI WAN THINKS SO TOO

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Reva you dramatic-ass theatre kid I love you

“I’ll be right behind you” lmaoooooo Obi Wan just said the magic words that means he DEFINITELY WON’T AHAHAHA

so she IS trying to capture him for Vader

ahahahahahaha his EYES LOOK AT THE PAIN AND TERROR

wait wait wait what the fuck WHY DOES SHE KNOW HE’S ANAKIN

oh fuck wait a minute did she actually stab G. Quizzy?

So is he NOT the same one from Rebels?

AHAHAHA ANYWAY BACK TO OBI WAN’S BREAKDOWN HEEHEEHOOHOO

heeeheeehee he’s crying

OH THERE YOU ARE YOU BROODY BURNT BITCH

NOW THE PARTY’S STARTED

NOW THE ANGST IS HERE

HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#obi wan kenobi #owk #kenobi #star wars #kenobi series #kenobi show #obi wan kenobi spoilers #owk spoilers #kenobi show spoilers #star wars spoilers #sw spoilers #sw the obi wan show #our only ho #kenobi spoilers

[roosterbox]

Inceptiversary Day Sixteen: Inception Day! Make anything Inception-related! Take a photo, write a poem, make a meme, sing a tune, whatever you want!

@inception30daychallenge

Some Notes on that Ever-Expanding NSFW Paint Shop Inception AU of Doom

For lack of something more substantial to post on this Inceptiversary Day, here have some Notes on a Thing I’m working on. Each chapter is named after a color; each color is associated with a character. So each character gets their own centric chapter. And then there are four bonus chapters after that, each featuring a couple. I kind of wanted the couples chapter colors to be the combination of their individual ones (like if Arthur’s was blue, Eames’ was yellow, their couples chapter would be green), but it didn’t end up working. *sigh* Disappointment.

But anyway, here are some notes about chapters, colors and characters!

Coral (warmth, individuality) - Arthur/Eames

Written so far: nothing yet - saving it for later! The plan is a scene of them talking about their friends, among other things, until Eames suddenly decides to propose. Which would ordinarily be a sweet and romantic moment, but Arthur is extremely annoyed by the lack of a damn ring.

Amber (joy, energy, security) - Eames

Written so far: Just an average day for the Shop Owner himself - counting tills, adjusting shelves, bantering with friends/employees, maybe sneaking a kiss from his darling. I’m liking what I’ve got so far.

Indigo (integrity, intuition, structure) - Yusuf

Written so far: first pass was a scene with Yusuf presenting Eames with a new paint, waxing poetic on the inspiration for it for a long time, only to have Eames completely ignore him and give it a typically innuendo-laden name. Which was amusing, but it made Yusuf sad and Eames looked like a real jerk. Which are two things that are the antithesis of the mood of this story. So, scrapped that. Second pass has been several characters trying their best to get the forever-pining Yusuf to just ask Ariadne out already. Still funny, but not as mean in my eyes. Needs work, but I’m happier with the second attempt.

Lavender (tranquility, springtime) - Ariadne

Written so far: nothing yet, but I feel like this is the next one I’ll start on. No real plans yet, but expect more pining because fucking hell her and Yusuf are adorable.

Magenta (kindness, change, harmony) - Saito/Robert

Written so far: Nothing yet - see the previous message about the A/E chapter. The initial outline is a few drinks at the bar, a casual first date, making plans for a second. The joy of infatuation.

Maroon (ambition, confidence, sophistication) - Saito

Written so far: nothing yet. Haven’t had a whole lot of inspiration as of right now, but it’ll get there. Lots of attempted wooing to follow, at the very least.

Teal (morality, renewal, practicality) - Cobb

Written so far: nothing yet, aside from a funny conversation between him and Mal, in which he belatedly realizes how much of a “Dad” he is. That’s gonna be the basic theme of this chapter - Cobb being the Team Dad. I feel like Cobb’s chapter is gonna be my way of apologizing to the character for how many times I’ve rolled my eyes and called him a knob over the years. Because in this story, he’s actually a pretty cool, friendly dude.

Turquoise (calmness, clarity, communication, compassion) - Yusuf/Ariadne

Written so far: nothing. Again, saving it until the end. Will be their first date. Awkward at first, but then healthy communication happens, and then things run smoothly from there. My hope is to make the pining of their previous chapters worth it.

Violet (wisdom, sensitivity, spirituality, creativity) - Robert

Written so far: this is actually going to be the very first chapter! Because Robert is the newest employee. So it’s all about his first day on registers, learning how things work, getting to know his co-workers, and most importantly, meeting a few regular customers, one of which is a sharply dressed Japanese businessman who becomes rather smitten with him.

Chartreuse (cheerfulness, distinction, imagination) - Mal

Written so far: just a few scenes here and there, really. Mal having drinks with Arthur (great!), Mal and Eames naming paints (pretty good), and an awkward double date with her, Cobb, and A/E (has potential, but I’m not okay with it yet). I like everything I’ve written from a technical standpoint, but as far as serving the story overall, I’m not sure if it makes sense. Think I’ll probably change the date scene to be a more believable scenario, but still really awkward because it’s a comedy, lol.

Fuchsia (maturity, certainty, uniqueness, confidence) - Arthur

Written so far: Not much yet, but I like what I’ve got. A scene with our favorite boys in their bedroom. A lil bit o’ sexytimes. Can’t decide if I should show that particular bit in full or end it on a scene break for added spiciness, lol. Because there will be more sexytimes to come in that chapter; he and Eames still need to test out the new body paints, after all.

Seafoam (revitalization, luck, health, nature) - Cobb/Mal

Written so far: nothing - saving until the end! They go on a nice, child-free dinner date. Maybe they spot another familiar couple there, but they don’t acknowledge them. Having a child-free evening is something of a rarity for them, and they don’t want it to go to waste.

So, things are still developing. Twelve chapters are currently planned, which is plenty, lol. Think I’ll end it with the A/E chapter though - finish on a high note. But that’s still a ways off. The overall plan is, some slight dips into seriousness notwithstanding, to keep the mood light and fun throughout. So far, so good?

Maybe it’ll finally be ready by Inceptiversary 2023.

#Inceptiversary #inceptiversary2022 #inception30daychallenge #long post #my stuff #writing is hard yo #my notes #there is about 3k written for this story so far #and as you can tell #there’s a lot more yet to come #aside from that bit in Yusuf’s chapter #I’ve rather liked everything I’ve written #which is unexpected but nice #lol

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Blog theme is probably gonna be messed up for a bit, btw. I'm trying to poke around and learn how to actually make a custom theme instead of slightly tweaking an existing one, so going back to the default and seeing if I can reverse engineer some stuff :) I've found a lot of info, although I'm still very confused by said info, so if anyone happens to have any advice for essentially a beginner (all I've done is that Ao3 site skin), I'd be thrilled to hear it!

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9.27.23 Wednesday

9:13 am

Still having windblow....

I'm out of budget but I need these... From the past 16 years since this windblow came into my life, I never had have success on my own... I always feel defeated....

9:15 am

I'm so thankful that I got the job in Iqor or being on a call center industry again... But the stress it gave me is really hellish....I always feel defeated... But I swallow my pride....I finished B.S. Biology in one of the prestigious universities here in the Philippines but I felt low but I needed money and job,angels... I was never happy until I saw Miles/ dread-locks guy....

I badly need money and job so I have to go back next month... If I'm gonna be rewaved, I wanna be with Miles on his wave in 469...

Why is it hellish? First all the calls are on theme or well-planned or having a conspiracy of what future you will have... But of course you need to use your own shield and sword to protect yourself and battle your customer over the phone...

It is just weird that you have to keep on doing the metrics... Everything must learn and master as time goes by... But there are some arrogant mentors that they are expecting that you will memorize all the loose ends and loophole of each customer's cases... Plus, learning the keyboard again and posting everything on the tracker after that 2 minutes wrap-up or rest, after each call...

Again, learning to flow on different accents and different ways of their delivery of words. Need time to familiarize their other counterparts in USA that you can't access your google.... No choice but to ask or try to listen triple times and try to comprehend the situation of the customer.

I also saw my step-dad on my biological mother, he used to work in an office and he tried to get a job in call center... Like what I said call center is the quickest way to land on if you need a quick money but still tight... It is like eat and work and eat and work, living a lil but still not enough but in a way surviving.... My step-dad got sick and you can really see the stress on him... On and off he got sick while working in call center....

My brother next to me also work in call center the same thing he got sick on and off coz of stress...

I feel super intimidated in call center... But in a way thankful... They can make your emotion up and down... If you don't go down to your superior your will be kicked out right away... You need to call them "boss" or bow down...

The nature of job it is not easy most specially if you are not on computer generation category... It feels like a grade 1 that you have to be on grade 6 in a lil while...

But last time, time that I met Miles after the shift... I learned that life and relationship are not based on this fucking call center job or it will never based on the metrics that you got... It gave you this psychological effect that if you didn't do good on your job being a customer service,you can't get a fucking relationship. Again, it is a skills but it will take time or there is a conspiracy that everything is fated in call center. Who will get promoter, who will be having detractors or me thankful always on the passive or neutral platform.

It is better to be DJ in a way... Listening to radio now...

But there is still an emotion in me that, why other people can do and why I can't... The actual answer learning everything as time goes by not overnight...

But how did other people got their challenger bonus of 100k or more???

I'm just happy and thankful that call center got a free unlimited tissues and I started to worry last Monday why are we out of tissues? Things that I observed..

If you got a supervisor call it will be a big deal on you, a negative issue, right away....It is somehow degrading in my part... But I have to swallow my pride...

11:08 noon

Uncle Jun will not really help me on food... I'm out of budget...

I should be resting and he is still not washing the floor mats.... My salary is just small....This Uncle DD is not yet giving the fundings here...

3:28 pm

Oopppss... I just realized I had have guardian angels and somehow a back-up on something...

Still, sick...Fever and headache... Congested Nose... Still,having windblow ...

5:16 pm

I'm burning and thinking of money...

Thinking of Miles as well...

5:29 pm

Still have windblow...

5:38 pm

If you have a clean conscience, you don't have to worry... Still,thinking of money... Where am I? Pure soul will have a pure good karma...

6:25 pm

Uncle Jun brought some food and biscuits just this dinner... We will just eat once a day angels, at dinner only... Out of budget...

Whew! Though there is a diet method of eating once a day and drinking more healthy fluids like water or electrolyte.

Tomorrow will buy lemon for the water jug here...

8:38 pm

Here it is angels and my windblow...

The one meal diet plan per day is called "intermittent fasting" in general has proven to be an effective weight-loss method. The typical weight loss is 7 to 11 pounds over 10 weeks. ( google ).

OMAD diet, however, is different. OMAD stands for One Meal a Day; the idea is to fast for 23 hours straight and then consume one large meal in a 60-minute window. The OMAD diet is proposed to be a weight loss method as well as a way to tackle chronic disease and other health issues. ( google ).

Though, not my ideal thing in life Angels... I wanna eat and exercise... I still want the healthy lifestyle where you can eat and sweat-out...

8:49 pm

I love the songs of xxxtentacion...

I still wanna go to sand dunes and get a botox and whatever... I wanna a collagen and I need a retinol serum? Whew!

I need to save money but how?

8:58 pm

It is sad???

9:05 pm

I know you so well, so well... I know you somewhere...

I need growth angels... I need money and I need to keep that job! I feel bitterish and self-pitying...

11:16 pm

I feel bitterish... I really wanna have sex and I'm losing my xfactor... I feel fat, ugly and wrinkled...

I want Miles to be sensitive enough... I feel bitterish...

Still, have windblow...

I still wanna be rewaved on Mile's group... Hmm... I hate being defeated...

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Actually nothing after shackled works :(

I´m so sorry for the inconvenience, checking again my queue Shakled and Bought and sold should be coming out on Saturday! :D

#anon #aks #should i make an schedule post? #like calendar stuff? #or just say when the next chapter is coming out... #i was gonna try learn how to make a custom theme #to make it easier to navigate #but im shitty at coding and dont know how to do that yet :*V #also time #ive got a lot of stuff coming up suddenly #but like 0 energy ljalsdjf #so sorry for the inconvenience #thought it would be solved by now ahhh

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your newest client asks you to give him a real challenge, and you’re happy to oblige.  

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“Can’t,” he sighed, “can’t come again.”

He looked so painfully adorable when he begged like that, his brow glistening with sweat as he jerked under your touch.  “Aw, poor baby,” you pouted, twisting your hand when it stroked over the head of his cock, “yes you can.  I know you can.  Just gimme one more.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, “Mistress, please— just stop, please, I can’t… can’t take any more…”

“I know you can, sweetheart— I know you can be my good boy and keep coming for me.  Tell me your color.”

“Yellow,” he whispered.

“Think you’re almost done?” you pressed, smiling when he nodded breathlessly.  “Yeah, there’s my good boy— gonna come again for your Mistress?”

“Yes,” he breathed, baring his teeth as his hips bucked wildly to try to avoid further sensation, “y-yes, one more, just one more, I’m gonna— fuck, gonna come, just don’t stop… fuck, it hurts.”

“I know, but you’re being so good for me,” you purred.  “You like it when I milk your pretty cock, don’t you?  Even though it hurts?”

He winced but nodded.  “C-coming, Mistress, fuck, I’m coming…!”

Since it was his fifth of the evening, he could only give you one thick drop of come that gathered at his slit before running down over your hand which finally slowed to a stop.

You both sighed with relief as you pulled your hand away and leaned back, admiring how beautiful he looked as he caught his breath, covered in come and sweat.

"Good job," you praised with a chuckle, "I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

"N-no, that was… that was really good," he sighed, slumping back onto the bed.  "Can I use your shower before I go?"

"Yeah, totally," you nodded.

After a long pause, you gave him a confused look.  

"I thought you were gonna shower?" you reminded him.

"Oh… I guess I have to get up for that," he sighed, making you laugh.

"Rest a bit longer.  You've had a… challenging afternoon."

He nodded a little and you got up from the bed to go wash your hands and freshen up a little, smiling at your own appearance in the mirror— sometimes you forgot how you looked when you did this, but there was an undeniable aura of power around you… especially after a session like that.

This was only your third week with James, and already the dynamic felt so natural between you— and yet, so fresh compared to your other clients.  Normally it took longer for a newbie to get comfortable with you, yet most of them had had multiple doms before and here was James, totally inexperienced and taking it all like a champ.  There was an air of innocence about him, you figured, in contrast to this undeniable strength and intensity that you caught glimpses of from time to time.

Sometimes, it felt like he was chasing an innocence he lost a long time ago.  Whatever it was that drew him to this, you were happy to help him along the way.

It was probably a little dangerous to enjoy sessions with a client so much; even though you often pretended that everything was about your pleasure and not theirs, obviously since they were the paying customer it was the complete opposite in reality.  But there was an equity to the dynamic with you and Bucky, he served you with a real dedication rather than for his own gain.  And you, meanwhile, had rediscovered the fun in this career that had originally drawn you to it in the first place.  It was less like a science now, more like an art— you let yourself go with your instincts and do whatever felt right in the moment, and both of you benefitted for it.  

“Come on, get up and clean yourself off,” you encouraged— gently, of course— as you left the bathroom and returned to find James laying sprawled out on the bed.

“I know you said falling asleep here was a one-time courtesy,” he remembered with a smile, “but I could use it now a lot more than I needed it then.”

Honestly, you didn’t see him smile that often.  It was pleasant; you hoped to see it again.  He did get up, though, and take the washcloth you handed him to wipe off the come that had gotten all over him.  “What are you thinking for next week?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.  “Any special requests?”

“We can discuss all that over the phone,” he decided.  You still didn’t understand fully why he didn’t like to discuss future scenes in person; it was like he wanted the in-person interactions to be as ‘in character’ (if you will) as possible.

“Alright, just keep me updated,” you requested with a shrug.

You got changed while he took his shower, and when he emerged to the living room he seemed surprised to see you sitting on your own couch.  After a moment, you realized it was the fact that you were in normal clothes that threw him off.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before… or pants of any kind.”

You looked down at your outfit with a smile, glad it was at least still professional and not sweats and a t-shirt or something.  “Yeah, I guess you haven’t.  First time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, had a lot of first times with you,” he chuckled.  “Most significantly less mundane than this.”

A brief silence filled the room but it wasn’t exactly awkward, at least not for you.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” he decided as he grabbed his jacket from your chair and slipped it on.  You’d been spending most of this session trying to forget how good he looked in the leather motorcycle cut, so that was out the window now as you tried to keep from visibly biting your lip while he walked towards the door.

Damn, he was fine.  But there were more pressing matters at hand.  Like preparing yourself and your apartment for your next appointment.  This guy wanted to get slapped around until he cried… shouldn't be too difficult, but your arms would probably be sore tomorrow.

Opposite of last week, I really want you to edge me tonight, as long as possible.

Don't go easy on me, make me hold it in.  I need a challenge this week.

-J

It was odd how emails from James made your week.

He seemed to prefer to communicate his desire with you this way; maybe it was easier for him, and you couldn’t really blame him for that.  The nice part was that you didn’t have to temper your reactions, if you had any, since you were always alone when you got his messages.  You might be old hat at it now, but you could remember a time that you had to hide a grimace when a client told you to your face what he wanted.  Not that you would shame them for it or anything (unless, you know, they paid you to), but you didn’t enjoy everything you did with these men.

Did you enjoy everything you did with James?  Yes, but you were pretending not to— for your own sake.

You dressed a bit differently for today’s session, more conservatively… not that it was especially conservative by any other person’s standards.  But it left your legs and chest covered, somewhat in the spirit of ‘mean corporate businesswoman’ aesthetically.  For some reason you felt like using a riding crop required wearing pants.

James certainly didn’t seem to mind, with the way he nervously cleared his throat after you opened the door.

“Good to see you again,” you greeted formally, “please, come in.”

He stepped past you, still looking at you and not at what was in front of him, meaning he ended up slamming himself gut-first into your kitchen island.

“Oh!  Are you alright?” you smiled when you noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, rubbing his stomach for a second but recovering quickly.  “I told you I can take a lot of pain,” he joked.

“Well, we’re going to put that to the test today,” you promised cryptically.  “You must’ve seen the crop on the table.”

He nodded again.  “Yeah....”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly.

“Then let’s get you tied up, James.”

Straddling his lap, you realized the rope was a bit too tight when you saw it digging into his skin; maybe he wouldn’t mind that, but you did, so you pushed the rope back through itself to loosen it slightly.

“How long did it take you to learn all these knots?” he asked casually, watching your fingers nimbly work the ropes around his wrists.

“Not too long,” you shrugged, “I’ve only been doing this a few years… but I knew them before that.”

“Boating school?  Boy Scouts?” he suggested jokingly.

“Just a hobby,” you decided, dodging the covert question about your past.  “Were you a Boy Scout?”

“Do I look like a Boy Scout?” he countered with a scoff.

“Not anymore,” you shrugged, “but I bet you did once.  You’re sorta innocent, you know.”

He swallowed dryly, and you raised an eyebrow as you glanced from the knot you were tightening to his face, which looked a bit flustered.  “R-really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning back on your heels to look at him straight-on.  “Are you surprised to hear that?”

He nodded quickly, and you laughed.

“Aw, you thought you were so kinky, huh?  So dirty,” you purred, running your hand up his leg until he tugged slightly on the newly-tied ropes— a subtle way to get him to test them for you.  “But you’re really not.  You’re just my sweet, innocent boy.”

He whined— really, properly whined— and you dug your nails into his skin until he hissed instead.

“I don’t think you believe me,” you noticed, leaning back to reach for the crop behind you.  “You think you’re so filthy and perverted, right?  Are you a pervert, James?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shivering as you let the crop slide gently over his skin— his abs, his hips, his legs which were already quivering so adorably.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“And how’s that?”

“I think about… getting hurt,” he admitted weakly, “when I touch myself.  And I touch myself all the fucking time.”

“Yeah?  How many times a day do you stroke that pretty cock, James?”

“Twice every morning,” he blurted out, “after that it depends.”

You didn’t let yourself show your surprise at that number.  “Depends on what?”

When he hesitated, you hit him sharply on the thigh and he winced.  “Depends on what I… what I end up thinking about.  Sometimes… sometimes something reminds me, and I have to get off.”

Something told you not to press on what it was that he needed to be reminded of, and why it made him want to jerk off so bad.  Something told you he wasn’t ready to tell that story yet.  “Did you touch yourself today already?” you asked instead.

“No, no ma’am,” he shook his head, voice wavering as you brushed the crop over his chest, “it’s… it’s different with you.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” you smirked, hitting him on the stomach quickly.  “I bet you’re finally satisfied, right?  Nothing’s ever worked for you before.”

“Yes,” he moaned, crying out slightly when you hit him on the arm (flesh— you were too afraid what sound the metal one would make) much harder than before.  “The nights I see you, I… I can sleep.”

“You sleep better?”

“No, I just… sleep.”

You tried not to react to that, moving to a new question instead.  “Do you want me to hit you again?  Or do you want me to stroke your cock for you?”

An obvious choice to some, surely, but he seemed to really struggle with it.

“Which one do you think you deserve?” you asked instead.

“Hit me more,” he decided.

Instantly, you struck him once on the face and again on the shoulder, then moved down to his legs for three in a row in spite of the way his body jerked away instinctively.  

“Fuck,” he sobbed, “don’t stop— I need more…”

You focused on his legs, on the inside of his thigh where he seemed the most sensitive.  His twisted joy turned to true fear, though, when you brushed the end of the crop over his balls.  “Do you want me to hit you here?” you challenged.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered.

“Let’s make a deal, James,” you offered, “wherever I hit you, I’m gonna kiss it to make it better.”

“Then hit me wherever you want,” he nodded, almost smiling at you.  He cried through his teeth when you whipped his shaft with the crop— not especially hard, in fact quite delicately, though the second was harder.  And the third, though not much more aggressive, was right on the sensitive tip; his eyes shot open and his hips jerked away.

“So good, such a good boy,” you whispered proudly, putting the crop aside to lean in and kiss his cheek where you’d hit him before, his shoulder, his arm.

You worked your way down carefully as he breathed heavily beneath you, whimpering slightly when you kissed his thighs and notably ignored his flexing, leaking cock.  “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, be patient,” you soothed, “be my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” he repeated, trying to restrain himself but already bucking up into the air again, “fuck, wanna be your good boy, Mistress.”

“Are you already close, pet, just from getting hurt?” you asked in a faux pout.  “You’re not gonna come if I give your pretty cock some kisses, right?”

“I— I won’t come,” he promised.  “Not until I get permission.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ time before you get permission,” you promised with a toothy grin.  “Look down at me, honey, I want you to see this.”

He hesitated for a second but obeyed, looking down at you with an expression that was full of awe as you gripped his cock and gave gentle, teasing kisses up his shaft.  It bobbed in your hands with each one, and he let out the most beautiful sigh when you kissed the tip carefully.

A wide lick made him jerk beneath you.  “F-Fuck,” he stammered.

“You said you wouldn’t come,” you reminded him.  “Can I keep going?  Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he breathed, “I’ll be good.”

Taking the head between your lips, you suckled gently as he shivered and moaned.  You weren’t sure you’d ever been with anybody— on or off the clock— who was so sensitive.  And you loved it, honestly; who could resist those precious noises he made?

As much as part of you wanted to go nuts and really push him to the edge, you tried to be gentle and careful so as not to make it impossible for him to hold back.  But even then, when you gently grasped his balls in one of your hands and squeezed them, he apparently couldn’t take anymore.

"S-stop," he hissed, and you pulled back, sitting up.

"You were close?" you asked, and he nodded a little.  "Oh, what a good boy."

He whimpered briefly.  "Yes, your good boy, Mistress…"

Your fingers trailed delicately up the underside of his cock, making him shiver violently.  "I know you want to come, but you want to be good even more.  You're such a sweet little pet."

It seemed like the praises did more to keep him on the edge than the touches, so you kept both going; wrapping your fingers around the ridge of his head, you gave the most gentle and subtle strokes, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

“Is this why you wanted me to edge you today, James?  So you could show me how good you can be?” 

“I-I don’t know,” he blurted out, rocking his hips as best he could while restrained, “I just wanted to… I just wanted you to make me wait.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that,” you laughed slightly, “I can make you wait all day.  Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s— not that long, I can’t wait that long,” he shuddered.

“Mm, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you smirked.  “Not sure why I asked what you want, honestly… cause I don’t fucking care.”

His choked-out whine was too perfect to ignore.

“Oh, what a pathetic little moan that was, poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, “are you regretting it now?  You’re probably wondering what you got yourself into, ‘cause you’re worried Mistress is never gonna let you come.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he denied weakly, “whatever you want— do whatever you want to me, just… give me what I deserve, please.”

You stopped touching him completely and he straight-up sobbed.  “You don’t deserve anything from me, James.  You don’t deserve me at all.”

He told you before that he liked when you rapidly cycled between soft and mean.  Kept him on his toes, apparently.  Honestly, you felt a little guilty talking to him that way sometimes, but his cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak the bedsheets beneath him was a sign you were doing something right.  “I know!” he cried.  “I know, fuck, I’m sorry, but I need you.  I fucking need you, Mistress, please— you know I’ll do anything.”

“I’m feeling generous today,” you shrugged, “so I won’t ask you for much.  Just beg me a little more.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he rushed, “touch me.  Anywhere, whatever you want, I just need to feel you.  I know I… fuck, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me try to— to earn it.  Please.”

You knew if he had it his way, he wouldn’t do much talking at all.  But you couldn’t just let him have it his way, now could you?  It was better to make him just the right amount of nervous, just the slightest hair uncomfortable, by making him talk to you.  And, of course, you liked the way his deep and rough voice got all whiny and needy like this.

One finger under his chin guided him to look up at you, those pretty blue eyes watery and sparkling and wide with misplaced innocence.

“Tell me who you belong to, James,” you instructed darkly.

“You, Mistress,” he whispered, “I’m yours, I— oh fuck…”

Unshockingly, he was reduced to only moans again when you started stroking his cock, the slick precum making every movement smoother.  “All mine, huh?  My little toy?” you confirmed, but he could only nod and swallow thickly.

You sped up quickly, getting faster and faster until you were really, properly jerking him off and he was biting hard on his lip.  Just when he seemed to really fall into it, get almost comfortable, you had to stop.

"Oh, fuck—" he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to chase your hand when you pulled away, but it was no use with him tied up.  You watched his cock bob in the air and smiled.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy?” you smirked.

Shaking his head, you tilted yours to look at him, reaching up to trace your fingers over his chest.  

“Don’t lie, baby, you thought I was gonna let you come, didn’t you?  You’re so sweet, James, and so, so stupid.”

He gasped, and for a second you thought you might’ve gone too far, but it shifted to a moan quickly and you realized he was having the time of his life.

“Just my dumb, brainless little toy,” you continued with a snarl, watching him tug at the ropes as his eyes fluttered shut.  “It’s okay, James, it’s okay… you don’t need to think, I don’t want your mind.  It’s useless.  I want this pretty cock, that’s all I want from you.”

“It’s all yours, Mistress,” he promised, cheeks burning bright red and eyes forced shut.  “All of it, I swear.”

“I know,” you cooed, holding his face gently to soothe him a bit.  But then your other hand wrapped around his cock and he was anything but soothed.  “Shh, shh, don’t make any sounds, you’re just a toy and toys need to stay quiet.”

You missed his noises, actually, but he looked so cute biting his lip and struggling to suppress them.  His cock was so swollen in your hand that you honestly wondered if it was somehow getting bigger.  Was that even possible?  Your mouth was watering regardless.

“I’m gonna give you a little break,” you promised gently, “but I’ll be honest, pretty boy… I don’t think you’re gonna like it one bit.”

The look he gave you beautifully balanced fear with anticipation, and you stopped stroking him to reach over towards the bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator.

“Your Mistress is feeling a little.... self-indulgent today,” you winked.  “And since I, unlike you, don’t need to hold myself back from coming, I think I might as well get myself off if I want to.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, watching you closely as you stood up off the bed and started to carefully undress yourself.  It was a lot more fun to get naked when you were wearing something that didn’t actually show much skin— the button-up seemed to really get him going, his tongue mindlessly darting out to lick his lips as you opened one button at a time.

Once it was off your shoulders and on the floor, and he could see the almost-transparent bra you had on, you moved to opening your trousers as well.  Just to be mean, you faced the other way as you pushed them down over your ass; you heard his breath catch and you smirked to yourself, spinning to face him again in just the matching, dark red bra and panty set.

“What do you think, do you like this better than the black ones?” you asked coyly.

“I like you naked better than both,” he answered, and you grinned.

“I’m gonna let that backtalk slide just once because it’s not worth my time to go over there and slap you for it,” you decided.  “But don’t test me, James.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully, sounding a bit out of breath as he watched you climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself carefully.

You faced him straight-on and laid your legs over his, meaning your lace-covered pussy was in full view and only inches from his leaking cock— the damn thing looked sore by now, purple at the tip and just as desperate for attention as the rest of him.

When you pulled the fabric aside to show him your cunt, he hissed and looked away.

“Look at me, James, keep your eyes open,” you demanded, seeing how totally wrecked he looked when he turned his head back to you and stared down at your body with half-lidded eyes.  “Look at how fucking soaked my pussy is.  You remember how it feels to be inside it, don’t you?”

He swallowed, sighed, and finally (just barely) nodded.

“You remember how hot and wet and tight it is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked.

“Well, that memory’s all you’ve got to work with, sweet boy, because I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you fuck this pussy again.”

He really, properly sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and those arms flexed against the ropes defiantly.  “N-no, please—” 

“I’m gonna make myself come with this,” you promised, interrupting him as you grabbed the vibe, “and I want you to remember how it feels when I come around you, okay?  

Turning it on, you wasted no time pressing it to your clit, moving the end of the toy in slow circles and keeping a close eye on him as he watched you.  Your intention had always been to give him a show, but the embarrassing thing was how little of it was an act.  Ironically, even though you’d been edging him this whole time, having to touch him that way without any pleasure for yourself was almost as torturous.  You’d soaked through your panties by the time you had him tied up, to be totally honest.  So, giving into it and letting yourself feel good was a breeze.

“Think about when I was riding you, James,” you instructed, your own voice clearly affected by your pleasure now.  “Think about how good it would feel if I let you come inside me.”

“Oh, god,” he cried, leaning his head back.

“Think about my pussy milking every fucking drop of come out of you.  You know I wouldn’t let you stop until I was completely full of your come, I bet you’d like that.  I bet you’d like to eat your come out of me, you sick little pervert.”

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the ropes harder now— for a second you thought he might really break them and jump you.  And for a second, you knew you’d let him.  It made your walls clench as you imagined facing the consequences of driving a man to the brink of insanity until he couldn’t help but fuck you like an animal.  It was a good thing he didn’t see you bite your lip as you imagined that.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” you taunted.  

“God, don’t tell me,” he sighed through his teeth, but obviously you ignored him.

“I’m thinking about what a good boy you are for me,” you cooed, your hips starting to rock up against where you held the end of the vibrator; you pressed it down harder onto your clit and moaned instantly.  “Yeah, I’m thinking about how pretty you look when you’re all desperate and needy and fucking pathetic—”

“Oh—” he choked.

“My dumb litlte whore, that’s all you are, James,” you groaned.  “I know you wish you could touch me, it’s all you can think about, right?  That pretty head of yours would be completely empty if it weren’t for thoughts of me and how badly you want me.  Right?”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran up your spine when the vibrator bumped into a more sensitive part of you, and you did it again and again until you thought you might lose it a bit faster than you meant to.  “This toy feels really good,” you informed him in a purr, gasping when you slipped the vibrating body of it into your pussy, “but it doesn’t feel as good inside me as you do.”

His eyes fell shut but he still winced a bit every time you made a sound; he couldn’t run from this, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh James,” you moaned loudly, fucking yourself with the vibe for a moment before you pulled it back out to focus even harder on your clit, “I’m gonna come.  I’m so, so close… I can feel it getting stronger, I think I might make a mess on these sheets.  And the only way I’m ever gonna let you come is if you watch me do it.  So open your fucking eyes.”

He blinked quickly as he opened them, gaze scanning your whole body before settling on your cunt; you were sure he could see it pulsing as you got closer and closer, you knew he was imagining how it would feel.  You only spared a brief glimpse at his cock, bobbing between his legs, and wished you could just slip it in you now and come while it stretched you out. 

But that wasn’t what he was here for, sadly, and you were sure you were the only being truly denied of your desires, despite how it probably seemed from the outside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, numbness starting to tingle in your legs as your orgasm built up quicker than even you expected.  “I’m coming— James, I’m coming, oh, fuck… right there— yes!”

A gush of heat warmed your cunt at the same time that shocks ran up your spine and down your limbs; you could feel your legs shaking, and you knew he could, too.  

It got so intense for a second that you had to pull the vibrator away, though you didn’t stop coming until a few moments later, eyes falling shut without you meaning for them to.

You actually laughed a bit, breathlessly, as you turned the vibe off and set it aside, although you weren’t sure exactly what was supposed to be funny about this per se.  When you opened your eyes, you saw James looking down and looking positively defeated.  But he looked tense, too, and you sat up on your wobbly legs to get closer to his face.  

“Relax, James,” you told him firmly as you examined him.

“I— I can’t,” he whispered. 

“Why not?”

“I’ll come.”

Nothing could fight your wide grin anymore, not when you heard that.  “Oh, baby… are you about to come without even being touched?  Is that how much you liked watching Mistress come?”

He nodded, ever so slightly, and you laughed.  Not quite a mocking laugh, moreso impressed.  Prideful, even.  You leaned in to give a wet kiss to his neck, licking over his pulse as he shivered violently.

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered against his skin.  He whined and you cooed soothingly right away, “oh I know, I know.  It’s so unfair, isn’t it?  Mistress gets to come and you don’t…”

“Please,” he stammered, “I’m so close, let me come, please.”

“But I don’t wanna see you come, baby— I wanna see you cry.”

You started to slide your hand down his chest and he jumped up to attention as he tried to squirm away.  “No, please, don’t— don’t touch my cock, not if I can’t come.”

“You can hold it in, can’t you?” you pouted.

“No, I can’t, I can’t,” he sobbed, watching fearfully as your hand moved down to his stomach and over his hips.  

“But I thought you were my good boy,” you frowned, suddenly wrapping your hand tight around his cock as he choked on a gasp.

“Mistress!” he sobbed.  “Please, don’t—  don’t move your hand, I’ll come.”

"Never fucking tell me what to do," you instructed firmly, just barely stroking as he cried weakly.  "I'm gonna touch you however I want and you're not gonna come because you're my good boy, right?"

"No, Mistress, I can't stop it, I'm gonna come— stop, please…"

"You'd better not fucking come," you hissed through your teeth, speeding up your movements and watching his eyes shoot wide open, "you'd better hold it in until I'm done with you."

"I'm trying— please slow down, can't take it—"

You shook your head, tutting disapprovingly.  "No, baby, I tell you what you can take."

"Oh— oh god, Mistress, please, please stop, please, I c-can't— fuck!"

You pulled your hand away the second his cock started to flex but it was too late: come was shooting from his swollen tip and painting his chest and stomach.  You didn't even wait until he was done to backhand him across the face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.  "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it…"

You softened slightly when you heard his broken voice, saw the desperation and fear on his face— it was real, more real than the fake ‘no’s and the encouraging pleas for mercy.  "Baby, it's okay, you tried so hard," you soothed instantly.

Hope filled his eyes just as much as tears as he looked up at you.  "Am I still your good boy?"

"Always," you smiled, caressing his face where it was already turning red from your slap.  

You reached down and caressed his cock with the back of your fingers, watching it flex weakly.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

His lip twitched, almost like a wince.  “Do we… do we have to stop?”

You quickly glanced at the clock.  “Um, no,” you mumbled, “we still have time.  Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna watch you come again…” he admitted softly.  “Is… is that okay?”

Although you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, you were still surprised.  “Yeah, sure.”

“But… but closer this time,” he added, “not so far away.”

You were literally laying on top of him, how did that count as far away? 

“I wanna see your face,” he clarified.

“Okay,” you nodded, deciding to indulge him.  It was sort of like aftercare, except that this wasn’t exactly the ‘after’ part yet.

On your knees beside where he was leaning back against the headboard, you slipped your hand down into the lace panties again, finding your clit still swollen but not too sensitive.  A little gasp fell from your lips when you touched it, rubbing it carefully with two fingers while he looked up at your face.  

You felt slightly exposed when he watched you this close, and you didn’t know where to look to avoid direct eye contact.  Looking at his lips was just a little too tempting, so that wouldn’t work.

“My hands are a little tired,” you explained, “they might cramp up.  Maybe I could use your thigh…”

“O-okay,” he nodded, and you removed your fingers from your panties to sit down on the thick muscle of his leg.  You felt him tense up under you slightly, and you carefully began to rock your hips until your clit rubbed just right against the inside of your underwear.  Surely he could feel how wet you were— actually, you both could hear it, almost a wet clicking-like noise as the soaked lace slid against your skin.

The dynamic shifted slightly, not that you minded it, as he watched you ride him carefully.  Just as he couldn’t hide much from you when he was naked and tied up and baring his soul to you in the kinkiest way possible, you couldn’t hide your pleasure from him when he was looking at your face so up-close.  You let your hands carefully roam his body, narrowly avoiding the trails of cooling come he’d left on his stomach and chest, until you found his strong shoulders and held onto them for balance.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as your sore clit throbbed against his hard, muscular thigh.  

“Will you… could you kiss me?” he requested quietly, and your heart broke a little bit.  You shook your head, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll kiss you here,” you offered instead, whispering against his skin before you pressed your lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw.  “Is that better, James?”

“It helps,” he agreed in a sigh.  

“I’m close,” you warned quietly, pressing your cheek to his and weaving one hand into his hair.  “I’m gonna come again, on your thigh.”

“Let me touch you,” he begged, “just a little, please…”

You nodded, about to reach forward to untie one of his hands, but he snapped the ropes and you had totally forgotten he could do that.  He quickly ran his touch all over your body, calloused hands and bound wrists in stark contrast to your soft skin.  The metal one was a little cold but it didn’t bother you; the other was almost too hot, and it was like being warmed and cooled all at once.

He ran his fingers down your spine, he gripped one of your shoulders, he rubbed your legs: he did everything he must have been wishing he could do this whole time, even gasping as he ran one hand up your chest and over a cup of your bra.  Just as you sensed that he was about to ask if he could touch you there, you nodded and felt his metal hand tug down the red lace and grab your breast— thankfully not very hard, though he did give your nipple a quick pinch which made you gasp.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he finally settled his hands on holding your hips, just tight enough to slightly guide your movements as you rocked faster and more desperately.  “Please come,” he begged weakly, “Mistress, please… use me.”

It sort of hit you all at once then, like a punch to the gut.  Except, you know, a lot more fun than getting punched in the gut.

“James,” you gasped, legs quivering where they straddled his as a new patch of slick soaked the lace (and presumably his thigh as well).  He held you tight, kept you moving through it while your fingers tangled in his hair and your mouth fell slack for another, louder moan.

The way his lips moved over your skin, laving your collarbones and pulse point and the innermost corner of your jaw, was positively worshipful; reverent.  “Mistress,” he whispered, almost sounding like praise but tinted with awe.  Your movements slowed down to a stop and the two of you breathed a sigh together, unintentionally.  “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What for?” you asked, blinking quickly and looking down at him, coming back to reality (though you weren’t quite sure where else it was that you had just been).

“I dunno, everything,” he decided.

“Don’t thank me,” you smiled.  “Keep paying me, though.”

He laughed a little, glancing away.  “Yeah, and I’ll pay you back for these ropes… sorry."

"No, hey, don't be sorry," you dismissed, getting up off of his leg and standing up to go grab a towel for him.  "I'm just sorry we still haven't found anything strong enough to hold you."

"It's fine, they're strong enough to make me stop myself when I want to do something I shouldn't, that's all that really matters."

You nodded to yourself as you dampened the towel and came back to wipe him off.

"I can do that for myself," he reminded you, sounding a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was sweet. 

“You just focus on getting those ropes off of yourself,” you decided with a little smile.

#sub!bucky barnes x domme!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

[sukunasweetheart]

here we go again- another au sukuna that i’ve thought about,, this time its kinda halloween themed tho lmao (also i probably[?] wont write a full length fic on this idea, simply bc im already writing a fic that is based around sukuna being a catlike entity, LOL shoutout to those who have read it on my ao3) i dont think this post will do that well tbh but i just wanted to get it out there

ANYWAY this will be a bit redundant but smth abt cat sukuna makes my heart go 🥺 It’ll be like a fantasy setting but reader is the witch and sukunas a demon who’s turned into a cat after he was cursed by a powerful wizard or some shii. rip our king </3 but he kinda deserved it tho bc of all the atrocities hes committed. former demon king now just an evil talking cat

witches arent really known to be immortal i dont think, but i’d like to hc in this au, reader is a half demon half witch - which is what initially drew sukuna in!

hes looking for someone to break the curse, the horrid spell on him that renders him unable to use his powers properly. grr the mans wants his OG form BACK

the reason why hes not killed is bc even in cat form, hes still indestructible rip

and then he hears rumours about a certain powerful witch from a certain area (you) - and finds out that u run ur own little shop thats been booming with business recently

u meet many customers of all species - humans, elves, dragons, and do consultations, brews potions and all that shizazz

anyway typical sukuna barges in and makes himself known immediately

he instantly recognises that youre of half demon blood and goes “oh? interesting.”

you know who he is and ur super sus abt him at first

you end up making a deal - he wants you to break his spell in exchange for all the gold and treasures + other goods etc. hes gathered up from conquering all kinds of kingdoms and shit (and only he knows where they are) he prolly just shoved them all aside somewhere bc he dont rly care abt the materialistic gains

meanwhile reader - likes the cash cash money, so ofc u accept. u write up a contract and he signs it, but he has to use his cute lil paw dipped in ink to do that aww 🥺

ok so then u try on the spot to undo the spell using all ur power

and it works! only temporarily. he turns full human, but not his og self with the four arms

he is very disappointed but also lowkey excited bc like - its the closest hes ever gotten - no other witch/wizard was able to even change one of his limbs correctly

shortly after he turns back into a cat he decides that hes gonna linger around u bc he believes ur the key to his comeback lmao

hence you develop some form of a love-hate relationship

hes so grumpy i swear - i mean hes been turned into a cat out of his will so like hahaa

but then he immediately goes to purring when u start petting him oop

"Pussycat."

"Call me that one more time, i fuckin dare you-"

i can imagine u handing him a bowtie or cute outfits like hes a pet, but he always tears them up into shreds with his claws 

when youre in the midst of consulting somebody as ur sitting at ur desk, sukunas curled up in ur lap and at times u pet him dramatically like an evil anime villain would

broom riding??? imagine him with u up in the sky bro like kiki’s delivery service 

Sukunas alwaysss going on abt his og body and readers alwaysss dismissing him for it and telling him he sounds like an old man xhsbxjsnjx

"How's the view? Pretty, isnt it."

"Keh. I could've gotten higher than this with my og form."

sukuna on ur shoulders when ur out and about tho omg

"Oi. Let me on your shoulder."

maybe the answer to break the curse on him is something cliche like learning the value of others’ lives (help i hate this but cant think of a better idea) hmu if u hav smth good

"No way, you're way too heavy."

but he climbs his way there anyway

so maybe at random intervals, he temporarily changes back - and it may or may not be bc he begins to value you more and more.. 👉 👈

he likes it when u put rude customers in their place without lifting a finger, loves how powerful u are, likes it when u scratch him in all those good spots

perhaps one time, he changes human while ur asleep in bed

Soft gaze as he grazes like a finger over ur cheek or smth idk

Maybe grasps ur hand a little bc like he finally has a hand instead of a paw

Thinking abt witch reader who goes out often to collect herbs and plants for ur potions and etc. Bc u sell them to others

Sukuna who has only recently began living with her is like "where are you going"

And follows u about while u do ur thing

Maybe he starts to watch u make stuff with intrigue soon enough

Hes a demon but like all hes ever really focused on was brute power and destruction, never paid attention to anything like intricate magic

Even tho his powers are of somewhat the same root as magic

Witches would all vary from person to person - most have verbal spells and chants but readers magic is silent, which is rather rare

i have some ideas for reader’s angsty backstory and the way sukunas curse would b undone but this is getting too longg

Sukuna: why do you never say anything? No abracadabra, no nothing?

Y/N: 🙄

all i know is that once he is free from it, hes gonna probably propose to her and theyre gonna live happily ever after <3

Masterlist

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #happy early halloween ig??? i might brainstorm a few more halloween themed stuff maybe tho idkkk #this was very lengthy and messy oops