#implied sexy times

[bara-izu]

Post game shenanigans- how becoming comfortable in yourself is sexier than any kind of performative stuff- (and makes your paladin extra flustered lol)

#halion sunblaze #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #Izu comics #implied sexy times

[sparrowsingsstories]

For the WIP title game, I'm curious about Trust Me (??) 😁

@alder-berry reminded me that this is a ficlet of a moment between my oc Levi and his oc Darcy - both men going to be featured prominently in my Sparrow fic as (eventually) romantic partners. I've included in below a cut for you!

The light was particularly soft and warm, like the weather that early summer evening. Jamaica Plains was blessed with a lot of positives for a settlement, but it still sat in a marsh and was plagued with humidity. But that day, the weather had been mild and warm and the humidity decent. A perfect night for Darcy to be in his bed.

Darcy.

He had slunk into his life like an abused dog, expecting nothing and asking for nothing more than a place to sleep. He always looked at the world from eyes shadowed and filled with distrust. Levi had seen him freeze in place, had seen him brace for a painful word or gesture. But he’d also seen bafflement and cautious relaxation.

Of course he’d been attracted to the dark eyed man. Of course he had come onto Darcy. Or maybe Darcy had come onto him. It was hard to say who had made the first move. What was certain was that both had wanted each other and after that first time, they had continued to want each other.

It was a simple arrangement, the kind Levi preferred. Anything more resulted in death and loss. He’d been there, he’d seen it, he’d lived it. Fall in love, become attached, and eventually the Institute would show up and take it from him. And all he’d be left with were corpses, injuries, and pain. 

Of course, that was before Jamaica Plains. Before he’d made friends with people who could stand up against the Institute. People who cared about him. Even Bean, a synth with not a single violent tendency in their body, looked out for him. 

Darcy lounged on his bed, languid and lazy, tanned skin shadowed in the falling light. His long black hair was hanging over his shoulder in a silken fall. Levi had the absurd wish he’d stay there in his bed. That he and Darcy were more than whatever they were. It wasn’t that Levi was in love. He wasn’t. At least not fully. Not with Darcy. With Darcy, he was falling into trust. Into companionship. Maybe that was love. Maybe? A kind of warm…something. It wasn’t what he felt for…for…

That was a feeling best left alone for now. He could bring it out tomorrow night when Darcy was curled up in bed with Sparrow and doing whatever it was the two of them did. He’d spend tomorrow night dreaming of Bean. And then the day after, he’d tease Darcy and Sparrow. He didn’t even think Darcy knew how he looked at her, or how she looked at him. 

Sparrow and Darcy sitting in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G.

It made him smile, which made Darcy waggle his eyebrows and beckon him to the bed. 

Desire pooled low and warm. Heat and anticipation. A desire to kiss Darcy from toes to neck. To nuzzle and rub against him like a cat. To give and let Darcy take. Take. Take him. Give Darcy what he needed, what he wanted. To give himself what he needed and wanted. 

He let his body go loose and liquid as he swayed to the bed and crawled to Darcy’s feet, kissing both ankles, then his shins, his calves, his thighs, his hips. He avoided Darcy’s erection in favor of licking up the line of soft hair to Darcy’s belly button. Gently pressing kisses to the mangled flesh there, licking over each ridge, aware that Darcy couldn’t feel much there. These kisses were more for Levi than Darcy. Soothing demonstrations that he wanted Darcy, as much of Darcy as Darcy wanted to give him.  

Straddling Darcy’s slender hips, he smiled down into the meltingly handsome face. Darcy was so sensually pretty, so breathtakingly beautiful, that sometimes Levi’s breath caught. He leaned forward, his own blond curls falling forward to frame his blue eyes. Darcy pushed up and met him, his lips trailing over Levi’s cheek and towards his lips, skipping over his lips to press kisses over his other cheek.

Mouth kissing was a no no. Levi didn’t do it and neither did Darcy. Too intimate. Too permanent. Too…something. A step towards a real relationship. Levi didn’t know if he dared want that with Darcy. Or Bean. Or anybody. Not after his last partner had been killed by the Institute. Not after the last raid had left him injured and under the dead body of his Railroad Heavy, the safe house in his care ransacked, his charges returned to the Institute…another dead safe house, another dead Heavy, another scar from a courser weapon. 

No, he and Darcy didn’t mouth kiss. At least…at least he didn’t think they did.

Darcy kissed back towards his lips and for once, he hesitated. His warm breath, scented with the tea he had had with dinner, covered his face. His lips were close to Levi’s. So close. A tantalizing tease. 

Darcy’s lips quirked up into a knowing smile as he leaned a hair closer, his gaze intense. His tongue moistened his top lip.

Levi’s eyes closed. 

Their noses bumped together. 

And then, a hesitant press of lips, soft and gentle. Questioning. Questing. Asking. 

Suddenly, possibilities flooded Levi. The trust he felt for Darcy was shockingly clear. His emotions flared hotly, like his desire, and he pressed into the kiss and opened to Darcy. There was a beat of hesitation and then Darcy’s hands were in his hair and passion took over as they tasted, nipped, strained against each other. 

The kiss gentled. Softened. And then Darcy pulled back. Levi felt the loss acutely, and something on his face must have shown that because Darcy gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Stay. Tonight. With me. Please.” Levi whispered, voice rough.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Darcy said. 

A yes. He’d stay. Levi leaned forward to kiss him again and Darcy’s laugh was husky. And then Levi was being pulled down to the bed and he went willingly. Trustingly.

#ask #Maggie's Writing #Fallout 4 fic #Fallout 4 ocs #Levi Vargas #Darcy Gray #romance #a little risque #kissing #implied sexy times #romance and trust

[wannabepapa]

I'd knock you up super tenderly. It'd have to be a special night, maybe after a nice dinner somewhere you liked, or some dancing, or just a nice night out. I'd remind you that was one of the last nights we'd spend alone, just the two of us. I'd light some candles, hold you close, remembering to remind you that you were finally getting pregnant tonight. It would be slow, sensual, and all about appreciating your body before it started to swell with our little one. I'd let you know how excited I'd be to watch you grow, and how what you were doing was amazing. When we finally came down from the loving and passionate sex, I'd hold you close, asking if you had any ideas for names or how you wanted ti decorate the nursery. We could fall asleep as I rubbed your belly, waiting for the day where it took effort for me to wrap my arm around your waist.

I know we have been planning for this pregnancy for so long it's not to spend at least part of the day just being ourselves is nice. You take me out to a beautiful restaurant to have me comfortably stuffed then go for a walk downtown as we walk hand in hand window shopping. I do make a little comment about how cute we will be walking down these streets with a stroller carrying our sweet little bundle of joy.

When we get home and you are so gentle it melts my heart. I have had to work up to this moment—sex was still a subject that made me feel uncomfortable throughout our relationship. You are so sweet letting me get comfortable and working with me so I am not as nervous for our first time. To my surprise once we get started I really don't want to stop because I love how you hold me with those strong arms.

As we lie in bed post orgasm we talk about everything. I have some names I love and would love to play around with before the baby is born to make sure it fits them. It's only our first time and that this was my first ovulation post stopping testosterone we can't expect a first time pregnancy. But talking about all of these possibilities and feeling how warm my belly is, so full of food and your seed I pray to the gods that we are lucky the first time around and get to have a summer baby for next year.

#;ask and ye shall receive #domestic things #implied sexy times #trans pregnancy #nonbinary pregnancy #;i may be so excited for babies but the idea of sex turns me off sometimes #;asexuality at its finest my dudes #;but this was so very sweet thank you #nonnie

[cricketnationrise]

Week 19: Sensation (2)

@thebrownstone knows what's happening right before this but i think it can be read on its own

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Zahra’s eyes narrow in suspicion as the First Son of Fucking Up Royalty’s voice hitches. She zooms in on his screen, looking for confirmation. If that little shit – there – Alex is sweating, almost panting. She had to hand it to him, if she didn’t know that was his Getting Away With Something That Would Give POTUS A Heart Attack face, she might even believe he was just dealing with some allergies.

But she fucking knew better.

That little shit was doing something kinky – right there in front of the various board members. And their salads. 

She’ll have to kill him.

#cricket writes #rwrb #rwrb weekly 100 #implied sexy times

[brother-emperors]

revisiting crassus, clodius, and the bona dea scandal! but this time with a new composition and a limited color palette

originally when I drew the first version of this idea, it was back when I thought that crassus would be a week long fixation at most (lmao), and instead he just. took up permanent residence in my mind. it seemed like a fun thing to go back to an earlier idea and see what changed now that I've spent a lot more time with everyone involved in this era!

also the way these two interlocked politically. I am. biting into it.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

Crassus: the First Tycoon, Peter Stothard

Crassus: A Political Biography, B. A. Marshall

Crassus, Clodius, and Curio in the Year 59 B.C., Robert J Rowland, Jr.

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

#for example. i even know who catulus and caelius are now. i did Not know who the fuck they were when i drew the original one #now im like. wow. those sure were some allegations. goddamn #i forgot that ive drawn crassus and clodius fucking before. i'll revisit that someday. ANYWAY. time for some organizational tags #marcus licinius crassus #publius clodius pulcher #roman republic tag #do i. have a tag for the bona dea scandal. i should #drawing tag #ALSO the first tycoon book. it's not a good reference point. i disagree with uhhh like a good third of it. BUT it is an EXTREMELY sexy #read. i would love an HBO show using this book as a point of inspiration. im not kidding. id watch it so fast #i was reading something that implied clodius role in the bona dea scandal was actually partially crassus' machinations #to undermine both caesar AND pompey. and once i finish digesting THAT thought. i will. draw a comic probably

[justawriterofthings]

Paying Pet a Visit

TW: 18+ pure smut. some degradation at the end. the king of overstimulation.

word count: 2,240

Author's note: I don't think i'll ever know when to stop. sorry it didnt turn out to be just a one shot.

*this is a second part to Mater's Little Pet but can be read alone.

Sukuna kept you in his domain for much of your time and it was just as much your choice as it was his.  Though he’d like to think it was only because he “commanded it.” You weren’t mad at this either, he kept you quite entertained.  Since your creation he spoiled the shit out of you, he wanted to make sure you never had a dull moment.  The man was glued to your side when he wasn’t off doing whatever the hell it was he did as King of Curses.  You never questioned; it didn’t matter to you.  However, you did question occasionally if he had made you that way or you somehow developed your own thought process.  These thoughts only ever lasted for a moment though, you were too content to think about the why.  You thought best to live in the moment.

“How’s my pet?”  Sukuna strolled through the doors, commanding the attention of the room right away was his style. He never had to make much effort in it.  He exuded power, so one couldn’t help but look.  

“Master!”  You jumped from you spot at your little desk, meeting to greet him.  He showed you a new book before casting it aside.  He clearly had other plans today.  “How were your travels?  Thank you for the gift.  Master, I was practicing what you taught me yesterday-“  You paused, unsure of how to actually explain any more.  “Just look!”  You held out your small slender fingers, red energy slowly started to flow from the tips down to your wrists then up to your elbows.  Focusing on the doorknob behind him, just barely visible behind his broad frame.  You flicked your wrist out in its direction, then melted it clean off the door, the wooden frame getting charcoaled in the process.

“Look at that.”  He praised, with a smirk not paying any thought to anything you’d said up until then.  Giving you a slow clap as he sauntered over to you.  The man was practically undressing you with his eyes.  He definitely had something on his mind, and it was making your core flutter in anticipation.   

“I’ve also been reading more; I think that’s what I really needed to get these damn words out instead of them all just jumbled all up in my brain.  It feels good to finally have a conversation with you, master.”  You sighed, falling back onto the small sectional sofa you asked to be put in the room you shared with him.

The long red silk robe you wore fell open and exposed your breasts slightly.  Sukuna went rabid.  He was straddling you, either knee pinning you in place.  His hands ripping open your robe completely.  The sound of a small tear of the ties caused you to frown lightly. 

“I’ll get you another.”  He waved it off, it was a casualty of living with him.  You couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t literally ripping your clothes off of you.  Your tits free, he was on them instantly.  His hands kneading your tender mounds, he leaned his head down and started to bite and lick one, and then the other.  Making sure to pay equal attention to both.  When his bites started to get rougher you gently guided his head up so that you were facing one another.  Your warm hands cupped either side of his face as your thumbs outlined his markings.  “At this point you owe me a few.”  You chuckled, leaning in and kissing him gently.  The energy you emitted, the completely opposite of his, you didn’t need to be so harsh and needy with your advances, after all he wasn’t going anywhere.   

Your gentle pace was rejected though as he pressed his lips to yours, teeth crashing as his tore his own clothes away.  “Always so rough, master.”  You giggled when you could get a breath in.  Your hands flew right down to his throbbing cock the moment it was free and he couldn’t make you speed up your pace even if he tried.  You were very much into taking your time after he so eagerly showed you he felt the opposite.  He knew this about you, it drove him mad.  When Sukuna fucked you it was always deprived and rough.  A few times you attempted to get him to slow his pace, just to see if he would enjoy, it but he never slowed long enough for it to even count as trying.  When he wanted something, he took it.

“What do you think you’re doing?”  He asked, watching you closely with a hunger that made you shudder in anticipation.  “Showing you how much you mean to me, master.”  You cooed, sliding down off the sofa and on to your knees, motioning for him to sit in front of you.  “Don’t you dare try to speed up either.  Just let me do my thing, okay?”  You asked, with all the seriousness you could muster, and knowing full well he wasn’t going to listen.  But he simply nodded in response, his hand gesturing to his impressive member, twitching and waiting for you. 

“Get to it.”  He commanded, propping his chin up with his hand waiting patiently. 

Maybe he will listen to me this time.  You thought as you pushed your hair back, not wanting it to get in the way.  Sukuna’s had was fisting it up in a mess on your head before you could try to actually pull it back.  His fingers digging in a little to make you wince.  His sadistic smile plastered on his face told you he was indeed not going to listen to you again. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you did as you were told and stuck out your tongue to lick from his base to his tip, ever so slowly.  Once your lips were near his tip, you swirled your tongue around a bit before suckling just the tip again.  His hips jerked up to try to get you to fully take him but you pressed your hands down on his hips, stopping him.  He let out a frustrated growl at your action, but didn’t try again.  He let you continue with a moan of defeat. 

You gave him a light pat on the thigh to show your gratitude for not trying again and sucked him down to the base as a reward.  You felt him forcefully suck in a breath as you did so.  Letting out an exasperated “fuuuuck” on his exhale.  His little noises and grunted curses drove you wild.  You in turn let out a whimper of your own at the sound of his pleasure.  Just hearing him make those noises because of you could make you come undone almost instantly.

The hand fisting your hair tightened as he pushed your head down, guiding you at his own paces with a maniacal chuckle.  As you suspected, it didn’t last long.  You eagerly took all of his cock with every thrust .  Gurgles and moans of ecstasy muffled through your drool and precum dripping lips.   

He didn’t let you continue however, before he was pulling you up and bending you over the back of the sofa, your most intimate parts exposed.  His fingers not taking any time before they were inside you.  Curling to hit your spot every time, he knew exactly where it was and he loved overstimulating you that way.  It didn’t take you long before you were on the edge, he was so in tune with you, the slightest clench made him pull back.

“Not yet.”  He snarled, giving you only a second to register his comment, then his fingers were three knuckles deep again.  “If you fucking cum, you’re going to regret it.”  His voice was dripping with venomous arousal.  Adding another digit, he did not relent until you were trembling again.  Right on that edge he pulled his fingers out of your wet cunt with a slick pop.  You whined at the loss, wiggling your ass in hopes that’d be enough of a bribe to give you what you wanted.  He simply slapped it in response.  The loud smack definitely left a mark.  You let out a yip at the unexpected contact. 

“Not going to work.”  He tsked.  You thought for a moment that he probably knew your plans before you even did.     

Before you could make any sort of comment, his fingers were back inside you, but now you felt the hot tickle of his breath.  “Pulling out all the tricks, my king?”  You purred at the thought of him greedily eating you out.  You clenched tightly around his fingers again at the thought.  This time though, he didn’t pull them free but continued to increase his pace and pressure.  “Ah ah, don’t you dare fucking cum.”  His words vibrated against your throbbing pussy.  The arousal in his voice sending you over the edge, screaming as hot liquid flowed into his waiting mouth, his fingers still working your desperately sensitive bundle of nerves.  “What did I just say?”  He asked between licks, cleaning up every last drop of the mess you just made.

You had no words, only incoherent babbles as your face heated in embarrassment and pure bliss.

When he finally pried his face off of you, his fingers went back to work.  His other hand firmly gripping your hip.  “For not listening.”  He growled, his pace just as fast.  He wasn’t giving you any time to rest and this had you melting into oblivion.

It didn’t take long to be right on the edge again.  This time he did pull his fingers away but it was only for a second and then he was balls deep with a grunt.  You let out a surprised and very lewd sounding “fuuck” through a wince, having no time to adjust to his girth. 

Three hard thrusts was all it took before you were seeing stars and coming undone beneath him again.  “Pet, what did I tell you.”  He started up his pace, not giving you any moment of rest as you came around his cock.  Trembling and mumbling on incoherent curses as he continued his onslaught on your slick hole.  Weightless in his arms he was able to flip you on to your back on the couch, his hands pinning you down at the hips as he continued his onslaught on your pussy.  “I wanted to see your pretty eyes roll back into your pretty skull.”  His voice being what sent you over this time; cumming again, this time almost pushing his cock out from the force of your release.  His fingers ground into your hips as he continued, not letting up on his pace.  “You think you can try to push me away?”  His fingers were gripping so deep his nails were drawing blood. “I’m not fucking done.”

You tried shaking your head no to answer him, the only sounds escaping you now were moans and screams of pure bliss.  “Yes, fucking scream for me.  Louder now, little slut.”   

Your eyes flew open, that was new.  You liked that.  Your grinned like a god damn fool at the new, albeit degrading nickname. 

“You like that?  You are a slut, only suits you’d like being called one.”  His merciless pounding of your overstimulated cunt paired with the new dirty talk was really doing its number on you.  Exhaustion creeping in over the pleasure.  “Ah, not until I’m finished.  Then you can sleep all you want.” He slowed then, that got you focused on him now, pushing back any hint of exhaustion you felt. 

“That got you.”  He laughed, his thrusts now deliberate and hard.  Balls deep every time, hitting your g spot.  They weren’t fast but they weren’t painfully slow either.  He was truly going the pace you strived for.  One your love struck brain compared to “making love” and not just the ruthless fucking he was so in to. 

Your cunt so tight around him, he was being just as loud, if not louder than you now.  “Milk my fucking cock.”  He grunted, continuing the pace that had you trembling beneath him, “that’s it.  Fucking cum for me again.” 

You did, screaming his name as you gripped him arms and rode out your release on his cock.  This action sent him over the edge.  The act of you using his cock, grinding on him that way had him cumming inside you.  Gasping as you felt his hot thick load coat your walls.  The pair of you moaning as your releases synchronized. 

He stayed inside you.  “Not wasting a drop.”  He murmured in your ear nibbling your ear lobe and down your neck.  He thrusted lazily a few times before pulling out completely.  You sighed at the loss.  Though now exhaustion hitting you like a freight train you were ready to pass out right there.  Sukuna saw your eyes drifting and decided to pick you up and place you in bed.  To do this though, he threw you over his shoulder then threw you back first on to the mattress.  With a nod that he had done his job sufficiently, he left you to rest.  You heard the door lock behind you as he left.  He fixed the doorknob just to lock it. You snickered and shook your head at the albeit controlling action.  You knew it was so no one could get in, rather than you not getting out.  The thought of the sentiment plastered a grin on your face as you drifted in to a well-deserved nap.  Post release bliss and fatigue knocking you out like a light.

#reader insert #reader #fanfic #smut #heres the smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #master/pet #sexy times #jjk smut #oo kinky #sukuna smut #18+ only #fanfiction #fanfiction blog #reader insert fic #master sukuna #pet reader #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna #consent implied

[vladdyissues]

If Dark Dan is the product of Vlad and Danny's ghosts merging, it means they have 2 kids?! Now it looks like Vlad and Danny divorced and divided kids: Dani stays with Danny and Dan stays with Vlad (too much 'danno' in their halfa family... maybe this Vlad's obsession over his lil badger was the reason of the divorce)

(lmao, Dani is elder, just like Jazz to Danny)

Someone who has never seen the show would laugh and say you're making this up, but the rest of us know... that's pretty much the canon truth.

Clockwork The courts ruled that Vlad has primary custody of Dan while Danny has primary custody of Danielle (though she informally emancipated herself from Vlad and is essentially Danny's relative now).

#asks #danny phantom #a glitch in time #vlad masters #danny fenton #dani phantom #dark danny #hjbedit #pompous pep #(implied) #''stay together for the kids'' boo. hiss. disqualified. #''get a divorce FOR the kids'' sexy. hot. 10/10 #danny lives off alimony for the rest of vlad's life

[ms-rampage]

Y/n: "Hate to break it to you, but there is NOTHING you can say that'll make me blush, get me flustered, or want to sleep with you. Nothing! "

Soap: "Oh really is that so?." *remembers that Pedro Pascal edit*

Y/n: "That is so!. Nothing you can say!."

Soap: "... What’s your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?."

Y/n 😳 "What are you-." *takes a few steps back*

Soap: "I got a six pack of cold ones on ice, and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.” *plays Hey Sexy Lady by Shaggy*

Y/n (defeated): "Aaahhhhh... fuck me."

Price (who just walked in): "I'll come back later." *leaves*

#just soap shooting his shot at you 😅🤣😏 #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #cod x y/n #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty modern warfare 2 #incorrect call of duty #incorrect call of duty modern warefare 2022 #incorrect cod #incorrect cod mw2 #captain john price #cod price #would this count as nsfw? because sexy time is implied #cod soap #soap x y/n #soap x reader #and y/n is playing hard to get 😅🤣

[jelzorz]

162.

It’s not what Opeli expected. Not in the least. Soren has a good heart, and has always had a good heart, even if it had been buried under the facade of a bully once upon a time, but she had certainly never counted on him wheedling his way into her office, and then her heart, and then her bed. He has aged well, at least, and the maturity suits him. His hair is a dirtier blonde than it used to be, his shoulders broad and taught with muscle, the boyishness in his face replaced by the shadow of stubble and the sharp line of his jaw.

He is handsome. He is kind. He is the warmth she had long thought she would never need. And though she is convinced that, eventually, he will find someone younger and far more beautiful than she, for now, he finds his way to her without fail and without eyes for anyone else.

The first time, she had lain there afterwards and wondered how it happened: how she’d found herself undressed in a bed not her own, her hood and circlet cast aside in the pile of clothes on the floor. The act itself was gentle, tentative, pleasurable, certainly—Soren's hands were practised and skilful, and he'd been sure to make sure she was taken care of before he took the time to focus on himself.

They barely spoke after. What was there to say? Opeli had pulled herself together before the sun found the horizon and disappeared before she could dwell on it any longer. “It was a mistake,” she’d said. “It can’t happen again,” she’d said.

But it has, more than just a handful of times, and many times since, it was she who came to him.

What can she call it now? A tryst? An affair? A scandal? A secret, at the very least, but regardless, these are words that she had never thought would ever be associated with her.

This evening, he is in her quarters again, and there is mischief in his smile.

“Would you be interested in trying something a little different?”

Opeli raises an eyebrow at him. She is fresh from the bath, her hair still wet and her robe tugged tightly over her body as if there’s anything left to hide. His eyes are appreciative, but respectful, and even after all the times they’ve done this, the way he looks at her still makes her face feel warm. “Different how?”

He sets a roll of satin against her dresser. “For your eyes,” he says.

Opeli’s breath catches in her throat. She is not a particularly adventurous partner, in part because she does not have the same experience, in part because she is still, by all means, High Cleric. Most of their assignations are actually quite tame—if you can call something hushed and hurried on her desk or against his chamber door tame. But the thought of a blindfold—of not being able to see him and what he's doing...

Warmth floods her cheeks and she swallows, trying not to think about the tug in her belly, the way her breath is suddenly so shallow, the way her toes curl against the floor.

Soren catches her hesitation, the beginnings of a frown creasing his brow, but she shakes her head before he can say anything about it. "Perhaps," she says, hoping her voice isn't as strangled as it sounds. "I've never..."

She doesn't finish. She doesn't have to. He knows.

He pauses, ever the gentleman, always more concerned about her and what she wants more than he is about anything else. “We don't have to—"

"I'm open to it," she says. "I trust you." And to prove it, she steps towards him and sets his hands on the tie of her robe. She has never considered herself a small woman, but it feels like he towers over her these days, and the broadness of his shoulders make her hands look tiny in comparison, especially with his armour still on. “It can even be for you, if you prefer.”

His lips tug upwards, wolfish, playful. Opeli’s face grows warmer still. “You first.”

Opeli allows herself a chuckle. “So you insist, every time.”

“So I should.” He tugs her to him, her chest flush against his. “What kind of gentleman doesn’t take care of his lady first?”

She laughs. “Well, I should count myself lucky then,” she says, dancing the tips of her fingers along the edges of his armour. “To gain the favour of a knight such as you?”

Soren snorts, his eyes bright, and presses a kiss to the palm of her hand. “It’s always my pleasure, my lady.”

#in anticipation #celebrating my Win #ive had this in my drafts since june #granted this is Absolutely Not what they meant but i know what youre all like #what'll you lot give me if i post the whole filthy thing #sorpeli #under a cut for implied sexy times #set in the distant future aka soren is minimum 27

[sendmyresignation]

something I've been thinking about lately. i do think it's incredibly telling that almost 80 percent of the conversations around 'gatekeeping' and 'posers' and shit end up just becoming vitriolic hatred of 'alt girls' like i hate shit spotify playlists and dollskill fake leather edge and tiktok recommendations as much as the next person but this is a very big attitude coming from a website full of people who spent their formative middle school years shopping at hot topic for multi-colored skinny jeans while listening to like. falling in reverse or 21p unironically (this is a self-own btw). first of all teenagers having shit taste isn't killing punk music. but also why is the object of your hatred always boil down to a woman faking it? as if it isn't the single oldest stereotype in heavy music? like am i insane for thinking this is an issue

#like theres another dimensionality for sure about how some women do position themselves as like 'weird' when they split-dye their hair #and wear black. and are in actuality conventionally attractive and posturing #like as a dyke metalhead that can be legitimately frustrating but also i dont think this is an issue of poserism #a lot of those women do for real listen to heavy music. #its very similar to like. those metal frontwomen who do like mag calender photoshoots for 'sexiest ladies in rock' #like theyre very much not the issue and its weird to shift the blame onto them for playing the game #and its even more fucked imo to question their allegiance to 'the scene' because it just warps into #every misogynist talking point about how women are 'too pretty'to play guitar or get sweaty in the pit or whatever #ANYWAY there is literally never this much attention given to like rym poser dudes with no brain that theyve become their own #evil subcategory of 'fake alt girl' when men are selling out to make much worse shit pop punk all the time lmaooooo #been thinking about this since i read laina dawes memoir which whil on one hand v good is so inredibly peoccupied #with other women in metal spaces. implying that those who dress sexy to go to shows do it entirely for the attention of men and are #'bad role models' left a bad taste in my mouth #my posts

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

These calls and moments accompany Victor’s S2 CH 45-48 Karma, and feature S2 Victor and MC, but don’t contain any spoilers from the S2 storyline~

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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【Moments】

Victor’s Post: To my surprise, a certain someone actually grabbed my hand and purposely broke the sandcastle just for the sake of “reviving old memories.”

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⊳  OPTION A:

MC: Hehe, it’s been so many years. I’ve learned not to cry anymore, you see!

Victor: Hmm, that’s really impressive.

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⊳  OPTION B:

MC: A certain someone said he wouldn’t repeat the same mistake, but now he has broken- my- sandcastle- again——

⊳  OPTION C:

Victor: ...just state your conditions for making amends directly.

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MC: It doesn’t matter, anyhow, Vic gēge needs to compensate me with a pudding tomorrow.

Victor: I can compensate you with more.

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【1st Call】

Victor: You sent me ten angry furry cat stickers in a row… what happened again?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, I just went through an “extremely tragic social demise.”

Victor: [sounds so amused LOL]  A rare sight; even dummies have moments when they feel embarrassed.

Victor: What happened?

MC: During the meeting earlier, I was screen-sharing my phone and accidentally revealed my wallpaper. Everyone burst out laughing…

MC: AHHHHHH, thinking back on it even now, I still feel so embarrassed.

 Victor: If I remember correctly, a certain someone recently changed her wallpaper into a new photo of mine.

Victor: [you can practically collect the teasing dripping from his voice in a bucket LMAO]  I don’t think I’m that unseemly, am I?

MC: It’s not that you’re unseemly… it’s just that, I’m just feeling a little embarrassed, you know!

Victor: Who was the one that excitedly sought out Goldman for the best HD version after seeing the cover photo I took for LFG last week?

Victor: She even kept bragging about how she was the one who styled my outfit, so she needed to keep this meticulously crafted masterpiece as her personal collection.

MC: Well, what I said wasn’t untrue. The photo did have my fair share of contribution!

Victor: It was more than just a contribution. The direction of my hair grooming and the cosmetics that ended up plastered on my face was all thanks to your involvement.

MC: Hehe, well, the final result of the photo was absolutely flawless, wasn’t it?

Victor: If the photo is flawless, why do you feel embarrassed about it?

MC: Hm…? Oh… Victor, you’ve misunderstood. I actually changed my wallpaper yesterday…

Victor: [sighs helplessly] …the speed at which your heart changes is truly remarkable.

MC: The new wallpaper I switched to was your new photo. How can you blame me for having a change of heart!

Victor: I don’t remember taking any new photos recently.

MC: That’s true. You don’t remember taking any new photos because it was last night when I couldn’t resist taking a sneaky photo of you while I was putting the cat ear headband on you. 

Victor: …what did you say?

MC: Even though it was a photo of your back, everyone still seemed to have recognized you…

Victor: So, when you said you went through an “extremely tragic social demise,” the main protagonist of the incident was actually me?

MC: Well, I guess you could phrase it like that too?

Victor: [HOLY SHIT THE ALARMING SEXY TONE-DROP x1]  This issue won’t be dropped so easily. I suggest you think of a reasonable compensation proposal as soon as possible.

Victor: [x2]  If I don’t get an answer by tonight, don’t blame me for being a heartless capitalist and claiming for damages according to my own term.

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【2nd Call】

Victor: What’s up?

MC: I’ll be off work soon. How about I come to LFG later, and we can grab some free food from the cafeteria?

Victor: Is the menu at Souvenir no longer able to satisfy your cravings?

MC: How could that be! CEO Victor is already so exhausted from work, I can’t bear to make you cook all the time~

Victor: If memory serves, a certain someone was clamoring about having two puddings this morning.

MC: Hehe, okay, I’ll be honest~ The braised pork you brought me from the cafeteria last week was so, so delicious. It’s constantly been on my mind ever since.

MC: I really wish I could hire this chef with a hefty salary and have them handle the catering for [MC’s Company Name]’s company meals!

MC: After all, it’s really challenging to arrange delicious and nutritious work meals for everyone when we’re filming on location.

Victor: You probably can’t afford this person.

MC: Even though you’re Victor, you cannot underestimate others casually!

MC: Our company’s financial report for the past quarter is really impressive~

Victor: Since you’re talking so big, have you made up your mind about poaching the chef with a high salary?

MC: I’m considering it. If we can have this level of braised pork on the filming set, I think everyone would be ecstatic to the point of fainting~

Victor: I think the only one who would be ecstatic to the point of fainting is you, the dummy boss.

Victor: So, how high of a salary are you planning to offer to lure him away?

MC: Hmm… we definitely need to offer a salary higher than LFG.

MC: Can you give me an approximate idea of his monthly salary? Just a rough estimate is fine. I still must respect LFG’s business confidentiality.

Victor: He receives an annual salary, and the amount varies each year. But you already know that.

MC: …!

MC: Victor, did you personally cook that braised pork yourself?!

Victor: Could your uptake be any slower?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, how I just knew that taste was so familiar!

MC: But who would’ve guessed that besides French cuisine, your home-style dishes are so-freaking-delicious too!

Victor: …you really do excel in sweet-talking. Apart from braised pork, what else would you like for dinner tonight?

MC: Do you know how to cook dishes like hot and sour fish soup, sweet and sour pork, Pecking duck, shrimp stir-fried with Dragon Well tea, Laziji, and hot dry noodles?

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[Tidbits]: Laziji is a dish of Sichuan cuisine, a variety of spicy chicken, to be more specific. The dishes MC mentions here are actually part of different provincial cuisines in China, which is why MC asks if Victor knows how to cook them 😂🫠

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Victor: ...I asked you to decide on tonight’s dinner, not quiz me on dish names.

MC: Hehe, I’m just really curious to know where your culinary skill reaches its zenith~

MC: But now that I think about it, these dishes can be quite troublesome. Let me think of some simpler options…

Victor: The person who is eagerly waiting to eat doesn’t need to fuss about the trouble.

Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy with big eyes but a small stomach always gets enthusiastic when ordering, but never manages to finish her food, leaving a pile for someone else to help with.

MC: Since we shouldn’t let food go to waste, why not borrow CEO Victor’s stomach for that purpose?

Victor: My stomach capacity is also limited, so out of the dishes you mentioned, choose three for tonight’s menu.

MC: Then I really need to ponder over it carefully...!

Victor: Sure, you can think it over while getting ready to come downstairs, and then we can go together to buy the ingredients.

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#are these really S2 calls LMAO 😭😭 SHE HAS HIS PHOTO AS HER WALLPAPER AKSJSJSDGFG #AND THE WAY HE “THREATENS” TO BE A “CAPITALIST” WITH IMPLIED SEXY TIMES HAHAHA 🥴🫠 #also??? she was supposed to come to LFG but he went to her company first LIKE??? HOW ARE THEY SO FREAKIN' WHOLESOME😭 #the first moment: the silent burn lmao. the last one: ZEYAN GĒGE!! ZEYAN GĒGE!!! ZEYAN GĒGE!! #p.s. you can consider the calls as part of S2 dating timeline LOL otherwise these are too intimate to be a part of the main story universe🤪 #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[lonesomedotmp3]

not to compare riverdale to the mcu because any given episode of riverdale is so much better than a marvel production ever could be. however. I cannot believe I'm being endgamed again. AGAIN. I didn't think that was possible!

#no don't retreat to the past and imply not only that those times were better societally when they were objectively horrible but also that #living in the present with you trauma and finding happiness is simply not possible. you're so sexy aha 😐 #.txt

[wannabepapa]

it's such a shame i have no one to shower with me. it is pretty small though, you'd be squished against me with not much room to move easily. maybe if i have my back turned to you and you are up against me then we'll have room.

hopefully you don't get too frisky before the water runs cold

#;;gravid writes #;yet again not sure what to tag this #showering together #implied sexy times

[goldenboikuvasauce]

Backstory/personality of your oc/s, mylord?

This is the Most Question of all time. So I will be putting it under the cut LMAO. A lot of my Tenno were developed when Duviri was announced, but there were no details. I assumed it meant Tenno aged normally. Now that we have an explanation for Drifters these backstories are most likely going to be retconned. Most of my Tenno are adults now so they're more relatable to me (and I don't have to stomach child soldiers as much - it just makes me sad)

there's also a lot of canon divergence stuff just cos I like silly aus. I just like giving my actual warframe ocs reason behind sentience... I rather be a space meat robot than a kiddo.

and if anyone has been ao3 in 2021... some of these names and faces might be familiar... and you know of their many sins... please forgive everything being over the place. it's how my brain is wired and one can say wf ocs are my own personal brand of cocaine duviri

Group 1)

Antaeus, a confuzzled Tenno who woke up a lil too late with a serious case of amnesia. He appears to be in his mid 20s. He loves kavats, languages, and history. He's fluent in Corpus and Ostron and can read Grineer script easily. He's also very optimistic, playful and friendly - assuming that the biomechanical beings on the ship he woke up on are his roommates, not machines he's supposed to control.

K - My main Nidus 💕 He's broody and shy, but really he's touch starved. He loves sculpting and hates kavats and by extension, the resident Valkyr. Ironically, as he gets over the hatred, he ends up mutating a kavat like helmet (Nightstalker helmet my beloved). K is capable of speech, but his overly infested vocal chords make his voice sound raspy and rumbly. He speaks in short sentences or simply grunts for brevity. K usually speaks outloud just to insult Valk, but not much else. He is incapable of communicating with text and doesn't care for the group chat anyway.

Pneuma - My starter Mag. she's a lil cold and stern but is super caring underneath all that. She lost her left arm to a Bombard while trying to save a kubrow pup. She's extremely protective of everyone on the ship and is considered the resident mom friend because of that. Pneuma has a vocaliser, but with no Tenno transferenced in she does not speak. She instead communicates with blank stares that say 1000 words. She uses text otherwise, and is as articulated as one can be with one hand, or a parazon. She doesn't capitalise the start of sentences though.

Valkyr - She's a big herbo who loves Pneuma to bits. She also loves fishing, kavats, and treating Antaeus like a kavat kit even tho he's a grown man. She hates magnetic Eidolon water and K. She is capable of speech, though her vocal chords are hoarse and it's difficult to speak in longer sentences. She mainly uses her voice to hiss at K. Her talons stop her from typing quickly, but she's fond of kavat emojis. With a parazon her communication style is expressive. While her personality seems as primal as a motherly kavat who loves her wife so much, she has been able to express her level of intelligence and self reflection through personal logs that are recorded by the ship Cephalon.

Zippo - Nezha - He has the emotional maturity of a 12-14 yo, and he loves trying to cook and the Index. Valk found him wandering around by himself at a relay and just took him back to the ship. Zippo communicates in sign language, and a lot of emojis in text form - he has bad grammar and over uses punctuation for emphasis. His nickname was given to him by Nando as a bit of an insult (see group 3) when they were in an Index match together. Zippo, or Z, having a tiny infested brain, didn't catch it was supposed to be a jab at him, ended up liking it. Z's celebrity crush is John Prodman.

Xuron - Ship Cephalon - Initially assigned to monitoring Pneuma by Simaris, due to her sentience, Cephalon Xuron abandoned his precepts of investigation when Simaris wanted to synthesise Antaeus. Xuron moderates of the crew's group chat, which serves as a way for everyone to communicate with each other, at least until Tae learns to actually utilise transference. Xuron has had "software failures" that are more serious than Ordis' blurts - due to remembering traumatic experiences prior to being Glassed.

K's Helminth (not pictured cos they're an infested room) - After a traumatic event that had awakened K's sentience, Helminth had spawned their physical form from a self inflicted neck wound K had made in madness. Helminth has possessive nature over K, seeing him as an extension of themselves, and actively tries to sabotage any progress Antaeus makes towards transference. They see the tenno as a force that removes a warframe's free will. If it were up to Helminth, Antaeus would be dead and it would be Helminth and K, forever and ever...

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Group 2)

Lissa - Lone Tenno. Lissa has lost control of most of her warframes with the exception of her Nekros Prime and she doesn't know why - but she knows it makes her violently ill at times. Because of this her cephalon had abandoned her. Despite all this she tries to be kind to those less fortunate than her, specifically the Solaris. She mainly resides in the Fortuna alleyways. She appears to be in her early 20s. She has a strong bond with Charon, and since he is the only frame she has left, she'd put her life on the line for him.

Charon - Lissa's Nekros Prime. Like any Nekros he enjoys grave robbing and dismembering enemies - he's honed his craft and can dismember very quickly and precisely. He's a hoarder who keeps his and Lissa's things in his Hey Kavat backpack, as well as his guts. He likes shiny things, pain, keeping his Mortus binds in a bow and painting his and Lissa's nails. He's in a situationship with K. Charon always had a low level of sentience, stemming from being protective over Lissa. The intense stew of raw emotion and happy brain chemicals being with K gives him had fully awakened Charon's hidden personality however. That and the cheeky lil cyst made of K's Helminth.

Blaze, a Red Veil operative and Railjack hire. He's also Lissa's ex boyfriend. The relationship was taboo under the Red Veil's rules, he ended the relationship when it got to his conscience. He is a devout Veil cultist and feels great guilt over "leading the Tenno astray" by courting Lissa when they were just love sick teens. He still deeply cares about Lissa, and wish she'd put herself first every now and then. He does not believe Charon is sentient, and is worried Lissa is projecting or experiencing delusions.

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Group 3)

Nando, an obnoxious Tenno with a penchant for overspending and recreational substance use. He has a serious fear of the Infestation and refuses to do any missions that involve them. For this reason he sticks with more mechanical frames like Gauss, Zephyr Harrier, and Octavia. Nando appears to be in his early 20s and shares his orbiter with his lil "cousin" Max, who he's protective over despite being barely able to look after himself.

Mac - Nando's Gauss. After being infected by a Helminth cyst that was contracted from Charon (who contracted it from K), Mac developed enough sentience to hide the cyst from Nando. However, all the running into walls keeps Mac's probable IQ in the double digits. Nando eventually finds out and tries to scrub the cyst, but the damage had already been done. Mac has a singular braincell!!

Max, a young Tenno, who was only a toddler on the Zariman during the Void incident. Biologically, they are not related to Nando, but because they came from the same long dead tribe Nando calls Max his lil cousin as per custom. Max is still young, about 12-14 years old. They enjoy conservation and collecting floofs, and playing in the Index with Nando. The two share an Ash Shroud frame together, but Max mains Xaku (Nando was not going to step foot on Deimos to seek the parts out) and Equinox. Max is best friends with Zippo (but doesn't know that Zippo is actually a sentient warframe)

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Group 4 - my more evil ocs lmao)

Sar - New Loka Tenno. She enjoys fashion (of frames and humans) and flowers. Her bubbly personality is a rouse however. She's well on her way to being the best assassin in the syndicate, happily purging those that are tainted and ruined - including other Tenno. She is in her 20s, and through meditation and guidance from Amaryn she makes sure to keep the Void from completely robbing her of her sanity.

Jase - Perrin Tenno. Jase was 17 during the Zariman incident. His huge stature let him assign himself as a leader among the children, and he lead the assault on those corrupted by the Void. Because of his role and readiness for combat, he was one of the first Tenno Lotus woke up. While the Somatic dream and transference freezes the body of a Tenno, Jase preferred hand to hand combat. This aged him over time, and as his biological clocks continues to tick he's at high risk of Void Corruption. He was recruited by the Perrin Sequence as brutish muscle to occasionally intimidate brokers into diplomacy.

Kaiju (Jase's Chroma - not pictured cos idk how to draw Chroma) Kaiju is a Chroma Jase forced Transference with. But as Jase slowly falls into Corruption, Kaiju regains his sentience and fights back for control. This results in catastrophic events, especially when Kaiju decides to murder and consume a Volt, Frost, Saryn and Ember Prime - in order to himself a Prime.

Sar's Trinity Prime , who's fashionframe was rightfully titled "the Harmacist" by a wf friend of mine (speaking of which he'd be traumatised if he saw the state of my blog rn). She has an all white colour palette, with the prime body and Strega helmet, and the eros wing ephemera. She enjoys luring unsuspecting victims to Kaiju for him to eat. Sar utilised her Trin in the meta ways often, and also has a killer DPS Tank build for Trin.

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Group... Infested and Feral >¦3

Fester (Rhino) - Dumped in Deimos after his Tenno had reached mastery with him. The Grey Strain took over him, and gave him sentience. He is bonded with an infested Volt named Nux (my boyfriend @tethermaw's oc). Fester has crazy abandonment issues.

Xantho (Ash) - Initially a feral Ash maggot looking for a humanoid corpse to claim as a host, Xantho found a dead explorer in the isolation vaults. Unfortunately, a Saryn and Banshee maggot had the same idea, so Xantho had to fight them off for the cadaver. This resulted in the subsumation of Saryn's Molt and Banshee's Silence. As a full fledged feral frame, Xantho spent most of their days waiting for Tenno to open up vaults, just so they can sneak in and steal the goods. But now Xantho lives with one of my boyfriend's Nidus ocs, Plague 😊 Xantho is spoiled so much

Maprico (Feral Nidus) - mistaken for a tame cryptillex, Maprico was adopted as a maggot. Maprico had intended to kill and take over this person's body but found something much better. They got their namesake when they refused to eat kibble, and instead gorge on human food made with the bright orange fruit. However, when a thief broke into the home one night, Maprico tried to scare off the intruder with cute lil squeaks. The Intruder laughed then screamed, as Maprico had already pounced at the jugular. The next morning, Maprico is engorged with human flesh, preparing their host for metamorphosis.. Much to their person's dismay. Maprico eventually grew to the great height of 8ft as a full fledged Nidus, and was a much better guard. They went on to have many of their own maggots, who now inhabit the happy and safe settlement like their own nest.

Cage (Nidus - Maprico's spawn). Cage was a fiesty maggot, who bit one of the settlement's children in the arm when the child kept pestering them. The child had to have the arm amputated, and the little maggot was put in a timeout cage by Maprico. Cage gnawed at the bars and escaped.. to go nuzzle and apologise to the child. Years later, Cage grew alongside the child, who was now a teen. Cage was ready to search for a host, and when they were fully fledged they enhanced their friend's prosthetic with the Infestation. The two now work with Steel Meridian, the syndicate that helps protect the settlement.

Venous, an unranked Nidus that was built for one purpose: to be consumed by the Mouth Wall. Venous was next in line to be subsumed, after a Titania frame. Venous broke out the arsenal and into the infirmary to destroy the Chair. After escaping with the other frame, the two formed a close bond and are now inseparable. Venous is very feral and likes rotting grineer as their energy source

Caelus, an unranked Titania that was built only to be subsumed. Venous broke Caelus free from the Chair and together they escaped. Caelus, despite being a Titania, quickly presented more masculine to distance himself from the prime fae frame that took his place. With Venous, Caelus attempts to learn his abilities through clumsy trial and error.

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more or less civilised ocs

Axenic - A Nidus that works as a Perrin Sequence mercenary. Axenic was an unnamed and unknown Nidus captured by the Corpus. They were tortured, lobotomised, and vivisected so the scientists could experiment with the Helminth strain of the infestation, as well as an attempt to copy its chrysalis system and Tenno warframe maintenance procedures. They were dubbed Axenic, as they were brutally scrubbed and sterilised. The experiments resulted in Axenic losing the passive healing, Larva and Ravenous abilities, which where replaced with Ensnare and Eclipse. Axenic was eventually bought/emancipated by the Perrin Sequence, and the upkeep of Axenic's functions are supported by the syndicate. This involves supplying Axenic with a shield capacitor, aggressive painkillers and high octane stimulants. In terms of personality, The Axenic Nidus has none. At least that's what they portray. Internally, Axenic mourns they can not cultivate their own Infestation and parthenogenise their own maggots, that choice was taken from them.

Axenic's mercenary work leads them to becoming a bodyguard for Latrox Une in the Cambion Drift, as he films nature documentaries and enjoys studying the Infestation with funding from the Entrati. This leads to Axenic protecting Une from an attack from Fester and Nux, and as Axenic links to Fester, they contract a part of the Grey Strain that mutates Axenic enough to have a form of reproduction again. With some enthusiastic experimentation and vigorous testing with Une the two discover the reproduction is allogamous. It is still ineffective and Axenic has only been able to produce one living spawn and has no interest in utilising this in combat. Axenic now takes in maggots often abandoned by their progenitors, and teaches them how to assimilate with Tenno without raising suspicions about being unmanned.

Jnr. - A hybridized Nidus, and Axenic's only spawn. Jnr. was a very weak maggot and lived most of this life stage in intensive care in Une's lab/home. Junior is more learned and academic than your average feral maggot, but of course he lacks the basic survival instincts or "street smarts". In that way it is a blessing that after his metamorphosis he maintained a more humanoid appearance (at least in silhouette) as he can fit in normal humanoid attire and attend Perrin board meetings on an operative suit. However, Junior didn't feel like he was making much of a change at a desk, and snuck off to join Steel Meridian despite his progenitor's values. He feels more at ease among defectors and freedom fighters with prosthetics and other chronic disabilities. He meets Cage, who easily detects him as another Nidus despite his (adorable) defector disguise. Cage keeps his secret, and the two occasionally hold hands, because Junior's Link ability sprouts from his palms. Axenic eventually finds out about Junior joining an enemy syndicate, and upon seeing the bond Junior had made with Cage Axenic makes no comment on the topic. The equivalent of acceptance. And when Axenic has the equivalent of wallet photos of Junior's and Cage's own maggots, that can only be seen as familial pride and approval.

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Group "they're from the red veil so they're unhinged but that's their normal"

Phryke (Nidus) + Dyanta were created my boyfriend @tethermaw but I develop them too.

When kids act up, parents warn them that a particular Nidus Phryke will eat them for being bratty and ungrateful. And it's true, Phryke did eat a bratty kid - his own Tenno Operator. He only ended up regretting it when the transference bolt he was built with was becoming a literal pain in the neck, so loitered around in RJ groups hoping he could steal some Tenno for himself, maybe there were older operators who weren't annoying pieces of shit... Then he met Dyanta.

Dyanta wasn't always part of the Red Veil. He had been harvesting and selling organs since he was a child, roped into the scheme to pay off his shelved father's debts. He was able to pay it off, and as an occupational perk he was allowed to stay in mostly one piece, and when he made it to adulthood he got free gender affirmation surgeries on the house. But when the operation was busted Dyanta's employers left him on the operating table to escape and Dyanra was literally arrested with his pants down. During his incarceration he shared a cell with a cannibalistic cultist named Grun, who he found enigmatic and so magnetic.. He was initiated into the Red Veil by him and when they broke out together and went their seperate ways, Dyanta formally joined the cult. Due to the secrecy of the Veil, Dyanta wasn't able to get back in contact with Grun, but he couldn't stop thinking about him. He kept himself busy by becoming a Railjack defender for hire. During one mission, Dyanta was struck by a void storm bolt just as Phryke was about to jump and protect him from the blast. When Phryke got up, Dyanta had disappeared... accidentally transferenced into Phryke. Being more than compatible, Phryke decided that Dyanta was going to be his Operator. There were bonuses for Dyanta too. He went from being mostly illiterate (he could only read and write HEART, LUNG, KIDNEY, LIVER, in Corpus) to being able to read Orokin text within milliseconds. He also has Phryke to blurt out his thoughts (without his permission), which can be helpful in some situations, like when he reunited with Grun.

Grun was the only son in the middle of 7 sisters, born and raised on Mars in a Red Veil resistance that fought off the Grineer. Grun was trained in the ways of espionage, and the art of cleansing evil from the system - by consuming the flesh of enemies. After Grun failed to properly conceal an assassination attempt he was arrested and charged for multiple counts of terrorism. Someone in the higher ups, a Red Veil spy, had more plans for Grun and turned Grun's solitary confinement into an executioner's room, where a starved Grun would be made to kill and eat some of the prisoners to keep numbers low. Dyanta was thrown in this cell, and when finding Grun was chained up, emaciated and covered in years old blood, Dyanta snuck in food and water for Grun. The two ended up falling for one another without realising, Grun scarified a Red Veil insignia into Dyanta's wrist, and they planned an escape. Grun found the Red Veil plant that trapped him in that cell with no real food or water. He killed them in a "cleansing fire", as subjecting him and others to such conditions was indication of corrupted power. He took the ashes back to his splinter. He was praised for the cleansing, but for killing one of his own he was to take a vow of anonymity. Grun could never speak outloud, contact his family, or show his face to anyone ever again. It didn't stop him from working or basic socialisation, as he could still use sign language and encrypted text to communicate. But when he found Dyanta again, he broke the vow of anonymity, just for him (and Phryke).

I didn't mean to write so much about these three but grunyata has been rotting my and my bf's brain for 2 whole years.

Phryke and Grun have done some Real Red Veil """studies""" together, and the results gave them two groups of maggos.

the first clutch was an accident, Phryke dispelled them hoping they'd attack and blow up some Corpus as Ravenous maggots would. That didn't quite happen. Instead only three maggots ran amuck, and did attack but refused to blow up, even when Phryke tried to squish em with a Virulence (dad of the year!) They ran away from the ability and played a game of hide and seek with Phryke (Dyanta was cracking up in his head)

Rakta was the first maggot to find a body, to inhabit among the ruckus. When Phryke tried to pull Rakta away from the body Rakta protested and bit him. Phryke tried to squish Rakta for this but these maggots seem to be made of ooblek lmao. So Phryke decided to just try to extract without em, like a parent starting to leave a toy store cos their child won't listen. Rakta threw a tantrum about this and demanded to be carried back to the orbiter. WITH the body.

the line "I dont think that corpus is my son" is so funny to me. (excuse the discord grammar)

Rakta is named as such as they have an obsession with playing in Phryke's arsenal. They also don't really care about anything else, just guns and cookie dough.

here's another discord screenshot that makes me laugh still

Phryke is truly dad of the year.

The poor lil maggot in question is named Blight. They were half way through their metamorphosis when the Corpus attempted to extract them. This resulted in them having very thin transparent membrane skin, a loss of fangs.. baby Blight wasn't doing too good. Grun did his best to help Blight, by wrapping them up with his kevlar scarf, cutting small lil giblets for them, but he could only do so much. Grun took Blight back to Phryke, and Phryke let Blight crawl under his stacks to heal. After this Blight was good as new, but a lot more wary about being left alone. (just a baby... a little baby...)

unfortunately I have run out image slots...

Taurus + 9 living spawn

While initially retrieving Blight, Grun came across the final maggot to escape Phryke's parenting. This maggot was the biggest, well on their way into melding with their host, and shared Phryke's huge horns. Grun hid them in a hard to reach vent, hoping they won't have the same fate Blight experienced.

Years later, Blight and Rakta have gotten antsy about being babied, ready to go out on their own.. Phryke didn't expect to be hit with empty nest syndrome, since he always disliked children. He didn't realised he enjoyed this weird parenthood of licking cookie dough off Blight, wrestling an Ignis out of Rakta's inquisitive hands. Mostly keeping them out of trouble.. It made him wonder what it would have been like, coming into the world the way his spawn did. And it made him wonder.. where was his third spawn...? Did they survive...?

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I would continue but not being able to share more drawings makes me so sad 😭 So I've reached the end of my rope with writing this all out, my boyfriend said I might even end up finding the word limit on a tumblr post!

There are a few more OC's.. most lack names (I tend to name my OC's after the cosmetics they don, because most of them have such nice names) There is also a current warframe concept I'm working on but development is mostly kept private for now.

#warframe ocs #asks #wfoc: k #wfoc: pneuma #wfoc: z #wfoc: charon #wfoc: venous #wfoc: caelus #i don't even have all my ocs tagged there are just too many.... #I could have just listed their names #described em in one word.... but I DIDN'T I tortured myself 😩 #implied warframe sexy time cos u know someone has at least tried it #wf ocs #wfoc: grun #wfoc: dyanta

[gildedmuse]

Despite all appearances otherwise, I'm still (like barely) alive. I'm actually all caught up with the anime right now and there is just so much I've been needing to scream into the electronic void talk about. (I've even got screenshots/gifs for most of it, it's just a matter of finding a time when work doesn't drain every inch of my health by the end of day.)

But I didn't stop by to complain! No, I just wanted to share a minor clip from one of the more recent episodes. Nothing big or spoilery or anything, promise. It's just this small, otherwise unimportant, entirely missable scene....

You know, the one with Zoro being so unbelievably sexy that I haven't once stopped thinking about it in DAYS.

Just look at him! That smirk! (Are they sure Enma is the sharpest blade because that smile could cut right through a Mihawk's cold, haki infused heart.) Actually, you don't even have to look at him, that voice alone is easily more powerful than Gears 1 through 3 (and hey, I won't claim it could take on the god-like powers of Gear 4, we don't really have enough material to judge. Oh, here's an idea! Let's put them both in front of Law, see which one destroys him faster. I don't care if Gear 4 is Buggy-Bunny-But-The-Rock, The Rock still has to wind up his punches. But that look directed right at you? The devastation is likely immediate and irreversible.)

Like, the way he starts out almost defeated, the gravity and soberness in that initial "No" as he turns to face this seemingly unbeatable force. He's put the weight of Luffy's dream and the promise he's made to his captain on winning this battle, and taken along with how serious and direct he's been with Franky so far it helps create an expectation we're going to see that determined, unemotional, unbending Zoro from Thriller Bark or his battle with Kaido. He'll probably say something somehow very self centered while appearing selfless with that grave steeliness he gets when he's resolved against all odds like, "No, I have to do this alone" or "No, what good am I as a swordsman if I can't do this for my crew and our captain?" or if he wanted to go with the typical overly dramatic swordsman tone: "No, Luffy is trusting me - to defeat this man, and make him king of the pirates!" And we'd all swoon because even though Luffy's default introduction/greeting/phrase to yell out regardless of the circumstances is, "My name is Luffy D Monkey and I'm going to be the king of the pirates!" when it's someone else saying it, fans get all emotional. Especially if it's one of the core characters who has a reputation as being more mature or is typically more reserved and private or is, I don't know, someone who tends not to waste his breath correcting stupid people who are being stupid because what does Zoro he care what these nobodies think, Zoro he knows with unshakeable certainty that what Luffy says is true and has enough confidence in both his captain and his own abilities that other's opinions aren't worth addressing.

And even though Zoro turning all seriousness and focused marks some amazing moments in battles, the way that at the last second he is staring straight ahead at this natural disaster level foe and that smile just cuts across his face, completely slicing through that more serious mask Zoro sometimes wears to reveal that bloodlust and pure unadulterated love of the challenge is so absolutely gorgeous and perfect and satisfying.

Like, yeah, of course I love when Zoro gets all Business-Only, For-My-Crew-Name-And-Captain and just doesn't back down or lose focus because he understands this is something he has to do and only he can take on this fight. It fills me with so many, many emotions all of which Zoro is doggedly ignoring because it's all about The Fight but in my heart I know it's because he feels so much for his friends that he's decided that this is his role on the crew to act as both attack and guard dog and take/deal the hits they can't. Beautiful.

But man, oh, man, can anything beat when Zoro goes full "fucking brat who thought learning to hold a katana between his teeth and stumbling his way through a handful of forgettable bounties meant that when the worldwide champion, a warlord, a man so unmatched he's become bored of the very art he master just happened to be passing by he immediately thought to himself, yeah, I'm MORE than ready to kick this asshole off his throne. Hell, just last week I was stabbed and nearly killed by some shitty clown but look how that turned out. I can take on anyone, this bastard included. For fuck's sake he's only got one sword. Fucking amateur."? And whose sole reaction to having his chest sliced in half was, "yo, captain, if you've got a fucking problem with me being fucking UNSTOPPABLE speak up while you can because after this, it's all kicking ass all the time."?

Like, man, you are one cocky little idiot. Never change.

And he didn't.

#here #these are my feelings #have them to do with as you please #which lets be real is likely scroll passed them while thinking wtf its a 10 second clip how'd this bitch write an entire 5 paragraph essay? #well this bitch had a LOT of feeling about this clip and this scene and this arc and this show and this boy #(also a literature degree that ensures she can literally just produce full essays with 3 part thesis statements on any subject at any time) #(and will do so just for the fun of it. Oh she enjoys your eyerolls and attempts at apathy) #my thesis is as follows: the combination of natural talents & practiced skill can be seen in more than Roronoa Zoro's swordsmanship however #its reflected in aspects of the character: his more 'inherent' or childish personality and the later learned and practiced mature version #both of which he has nutured to become intense enough that a single look or short phrase can easily devastate the heart/soul #by being so fucking sexy #okay I might leave that last part out in a submited paper but only because it's the natural conclusion implied by the essay itself #one piece #roronoa zoro #wano arc #thought I should get in my actual useful tags while I had room #Zoro has one plan #and it's clearly to take someone to bed after defeating this asshole King guy #which he'll be doing with swords of course. oh yeah so really his actual plan? #swords #but just think of what that means for the after-party #I managed to sneak some MiZo ZoLaw & ZoLu in that post in which none of those other characters are mentioned/referenced/concerned/involved #impressed? #cause I mean actually then I would just assumed you haven't visited this blog before; don't bother looking around it's all this shameless #cyborg franky #king the wildfire #sword smirks #Zoro that smile is sharp enough to stab a man through the heart and the voice is so hot you could forge a meito over it #so yeah that is this post: shameless fangirlling this 10 second clip #I actually have this same reaction whenever Law smirks and says 'ROOOOM' or 'Shambles!' but I assume everyone does