#ninja skins with kitty ears

[theartistaslisalee]

Of course I know Smoke wasn’t the only one wit the UMK3 skins and I knew I had to include these two as well.

#artistatwork #fanart #mortalkombat #art #drawing #mkkollective #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk scorpion #scorpion #kuai liang #MK reptile #Syzoth #MK ninjas #classic MK ninja #UMK3 #klassic skins for the ninjas #ninja skins with kitty ears #scorpion and reptile looking like cats

[doki-doki-imagines]

Who falls for the mistletoe trick? feat. mk1 Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Tomas, Mileena, Kuai Liang

author note: another severe case of "I'll die if I don't post them today" LOL. Hope you'll like them!

Liu Kang -He falls for it. -For real? The creator of this timeline didn't expect a mistletoe from his partner at the entrance of their shared house? -Yes, Liu Kang knew from day one that this would happen, and he waited, breath itching and hands tingling in front of the doorstep each day since December started. -You point up, a knowing smirk on your face and Liu Kang acts surprised, white eyes widening a bit before looking down at you. "What a surprise, dear one." His voice is steady, like always, but your ears twitch, a mischievous undertone you can hear thanks to the time you spent together. "You knew this would happen right?" You said now in his open arms, steps lulling you, door closing thanks to Liu Kang's graceful kick. "Maybe" He looks up smiling like a fool "Now it is time to celebrate traditions." -You are the first to get closer, your lips pressed against his soft ones, his right hand finding peace in the back of your head, pushing you closer, the other on your lower back, moving in slow circle, his fire slowly enveloping you, his tattoos hidden under the bandages glowing faintly. -Liu Kang loves Earthrealm traditions.

Johnny Cage -He doesn't fall for it, but you do for sure. -Not like you had any chance when all the ceiling is filled with mistletoes. -He welcomes you with open arms, smiling from one ear to the other knowing perfectly well that you won't avoid celebrating the tradition. -He asks for a kiss each step you make, they are fast, simple smacks. -Till, one step at a time, the back of Johnny hits the table, your body now laying on his one, not a single breath of air to separate your bodies. -His kisses trail down your neck, his moist lips leaving you warm all over, his right hand lifting one of your legs. -It's time to take the matter in a more comfortable place… -Bonus: How could you not expect Johnny to have mistletoe-themed boxers? "Since you have been so loyal to the tradition it would be bad to break them now, no kitty?" He says smirking, while you don't know if you wanna die or laugh at the situation.

Tomas Vrbada -He falls for it! Congrats, it's not easy to surprise a ninja. -Tomas knows what a mistletoe means, he remembers when he watched with his sister Christmas movies, disgust plastered on his face. -Tomas feels giddy, a warmth that envelopes him completely. -He feels like a fool, a dumb kid during Christmas, a giggle escapes his mouth "So, don't I get a kiss?" His arms are open. -'It should be the other way around' you think, but it doesn't develop further, more excited to kiss your lover. -He is so overjoyed his legs become jelly, Tomas could only dream of being so loved by someone. -A simple gesture that brought him immense joy, fingers tapping on your back, playing your skin like a piano. -"Why so happy Tomas? Did I do something funny?" You question, lips barely apart. "You just reminded me of happy memories." He replies, hands now steady on your hips, grey eyes twinkling with joy.

Mileena -She…doesn't fall for it. Not because she knows what a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling means, but because of her observation skill. -"Dear, why there is a plant on the ceiling?" Voice rasped, head bending slightly. "Well, it's a long story…" -You explain to her what it means, never looking at her in the eyes, worried she find the tradition (and you) stupid. -She smiles, 'thank god' you think, her plush lips finding yours before you can finish the explanation, making you stutter. The kiss is fast and for sure not satisfying, leaving you aching for more. -"Is this fine, dove?" her arms lay on your shoulders, keeping your bodies close, lips so close, but also so far away… "I think I'll have to show you how to do this, Empress" You finally close the distance, courage finally sparked your soul. Mileena grunts, a shiver runs down her spine thanks to her fave honorific. -You didn't exchange just one kiss that day.

Kuai Liang: -He totally did notice the mistletoe but also doesn't know the meaning behind it so he just walks by. -"Ah, mister! Stop right there" Index finger touching his chest, hidden by so many layers of clothing "It's time to pay up." one hand caresses his cheek, while the other glides in his onyx locks, smirk plastered on your face. -But…he doesn't move? His brown eyes look at you questioning. "So you don't know about the mistletoe tradition, mh baby?" "Care to explain, fireball?" His eyebrows furrow, way more focused than he needs to be. -And so you do, looking at his face getting softer and softer at each phrase, just to end up snickering, a familiar sparkle in his brown eyes. -"You really find any occasion to get a kiss from me." "Are you saying you'd rather not?" You pull away, watching him in fake annoyance, eyes glued to his to notice if he takes the bait. -He does, a kiss fierce as he is, a kiss that leaves you breathless but that you wish it to be neverending. -"Is this fine?" Kuai Liang asks, a hint of jolly in his voice. "Yeah, but I think you should do that again, you know, just to be su-" -You won't need to finish the phrase.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #liu kang x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #smoke x reader #mileena x reader #johnny cage x reader #kuai liang x reader #mk1 imagine #mortal kombat imagine #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk x reader #mk1 x you #mortal kombat x you #you know you reached the bottom when you'd suck Johnny anyway #how I know? I'm already there... #johnny cage #mk1 smoke #mileena #kuai liang #liu kang #tomas vrbada

[saruin]

Rocket's 🚀 LookBook

> Basics Skintone -> Mine [unpublished] Skin overlay -> Kokoro Skin Teeth -> Imperfection Teeth Antenna -> Antenna #1-14 Ears -> Punk Rock Earringz Ear Overlay -> Paolumu Set .01 Eyebrows -> StretchSkeleton Eyebrow Pack 01+02 Eyes -> Mine [unpublished] Eyelahes -> All are by Dreamgirl or Kijiko Eyeliner -> Not Anime Blush -> Baby Blush Recolor Lipstick -> Jeyeon Lips No. 07 Hair color -> Crystallum Recolor Overlay

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> Look .1 Hair -> Sora KH4 Facepaint -> Adorable Set Top -> Ganguro Set Skirt -> Yura Mini [TSR] Shorts -> Leather Biker Shorts Choker -> Tokyo [TSR] Sleeve -> Laces and Spikes Collection Gloves -> Sprig Set Socks -> October Catalog Shoes -> Vox Shoes [simsdom]

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> Look .2 Hair -> Cora [TSR] Top -> Mod Hoodie [simsdom] Pants -> Miyo Punk Plaid Cargo [TSR] Gloves -> LLM Bag -> Don't Shoot the Messenger Boots -> Echo Boots

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> Look .3 Hair -> Kiku Facepaint -> Moon Stickers Eyeliner -> Kitty Liner Eyeshadow -> No. 09 [TSR] Top -> Dragon [simsdom] Pants -> Nasty Set Thong -> High Rise Shoes -> Burn it up Boots * Arm Straps -> Harness 01

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> Look .4 Hair -> Genaleo Eyeliner -> E-Baddie XXL Collection Eyeshadow -> Gold Makeup Set Dress -> Yoko Outfit Net Knee -> Ninja Fishnet Socks -> Michiko Set Boots -> Little Death * Necklace -> Strife Necklace [TSR] Wrist Cuffs -> Monster Set

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* original files still paywalled ┐(´∀｀)┌

#saruin #lookbook #look book #sim: Rocket

[rainbow-filmnerd]

TMNT 2012 characters in Halloween costumes

Happy Halloween everyone! To celebrate, I decided to share my vision of what costumes some of the TMNT 2012 characters would wear for Halloween. This would also be set after Trick or Treat Tussle, the Halloween themed video game that had Leo as Captain Ryan, Donnie as what I believe is a troubadour (Mickey Mouse Three Musketeers reference anyone), Mikey as SpongeBob, April as a ninja turtle, and Raph as the famous fairy princess.

So, this is what I got!

Leonardo as a masked warrior/swordsman (inspired by our lovely blue dragon warrior here)

This was one costume idea I struggled with the most, but I ultimately decided on this remembering Shin-Ah from Yona of the Dawn. I just think it'd be cool to see Leo dress up in something related to his combat skills while still looking like a badass/dork. Complete with a bathrobe, some of his usual gear, and a paper mache mask, Leo is ready for Halloween.

Donatello as a scientist

This was one of the first ideas I had for Donnie, and I feel as though it's perfect. The overall inspiration is from Donnie's design in tigerfog's 2003 fan comic, NMT Gaiden. I just really liked the eyepiece Don wore, complete with a lab coat. Add in some protect gloves and liquid filled bombs (filled with dyed water and soda!) to the equation, and you get Donnie's costume.

Raphael as a body builder (inspired by Doug from 50 First Dates)

What's funnier than Raph deciding to dress as a strongman? Raph dressing up like Sean Astin from 50 First Dates. The outfit itself is RIDICULOUS, but I do see Raph wearing that mesh shirt. 🤣 Add shorts, gloves, the red baseball cap, and yes, even sunglasses, and you get Raph as Doug Whitmore. Oh, and make sure he gets some Reese's in his treat or treat bag.

Michaelangelo as Ice Cream Kitty

For quite a while, I've been stuck on what costume Mikey would wear. Like... there are SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. I turned to Instagram and asked peeps for suggestions. I chose his favorite ice cream cat, because he'd go all out with face/body paint, the classic cat ears, and even make a bowl to wear. I just think that's overall, a very Mikey costume that isn't a character from another existing franchise.

April as a simulacrum news reporter

The overall inspiration comes from BOTH a judge's costume I saw in Halloween Baking Championship (a ghostly news reporter) and that April in the 1987 series is a news reporter! I didn't want to go with the jumpsuit, so April would be wearing something a bit dressier like what female news reporters typically wear. I then thought she'd be a different creature as opposed to being a human news reporter. I settled with a simulacrum, or "frankenmonster", because the thought of April having the same mint green skin with scars like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas is a good Halloween look (especially with her naturally gorgeous red hair),

Casey as a serial killer

Like in the Halloween arc, this is just an excuse for Casey to dress up in his usual vigilante gear. However, it's Halloween, so he has to be a bit more creative. So, Jones would whip out some older, dirtier, and wrecked gear like a broken mask, a baseball bat (taking a bit of inspo from Negan from Walking Dead), and red paint. Lots and LOTS of red paint.

Karai as a masked vampiress

I remembered a long time ago, someone compared Karai with her snake eyes/fangs to a vampire when her mutation first happened, and honestly, I can see it! That brought me to come up with this idea for Karai's costume. Imagine it being an old European/gothic look on her with a black dress with frills, a beautifully decorated black mask, and gloves. Safe to say that Shini has likely helped Karai pick out the right clothes for the look, and even do her hair and makeup.

Shinigami as a cat witch (inspired by Blair from Soul Eater)

This is one I just thought of as a fun idea. In Soul Eater, Blair is a recurring character who appears to be a witch girl with cat ears, but she's actually a real cat! Because Shini is a witch and cats are basically her spirit animal, it just makes sense for our underrated Foot Clan witch to go that costume route. Shini might as well be capable of casting a spell to give herself cat ears underneath a witch hat.

Slash as Raphael

This was just a cute idea that came to me. Slash wouldn't do much, but since he was Raph's owner before his mutation, I just thought it'd be sweet if Slash went as him for Halloween. All he really needs is a red mask and a giant pair of Sai.

Leatherhead as Frankenstein's monster

This one was from a suggestion by @fabuloustrash05 (out of a few options), but I think this one was the best fit for Leatherhead, because of the similarities between the two. He probably wouldn't be able to dress in costume, but that's why doing makeup is an option. I can see Mikey giving his gator friend some fake stitches/scars and neck bolts to make him the coolest franken-gator ever!

Mondo Gecko as an 80s rock star

The amount of times our skater gecko has this rocker guy personality, from using his skateboard as an air guitar and even his speech pattern, I just think this would be a fun costume idea for Mondo. Also would mentioning that his voice actor Robbie Rist is a musician.

Mona Lisa as Morticia Addams

This is something I borrowed from FabTrash, but for those who don't know, Sean Astin's father was Gomez in the live action Addams Family show from the mid 1960s. Since I didn't think to have Raph dress as Gomez, I'm making up for it by having his girlfriend Mona dress as the beautiful hag Morticia! Well, with just the iconic black dress and a bit of dark makeup. But just because Raph isn't Gomez in this list of characters in Halloween costumes doesn't mean he won't wear a Gomez costume for Mona.

Renet Tilley as Michelangelo

I always saw Renet as a big Ninja Turtles fanatic, and because her close bond with Mikey, it's beyond safe to say she likes him the most. I just think it's cute that Renet would wear a ninja turtle costume like April did in the Trick or Treat Tussle game, and she'd choose Mikey of course.

BONUS: Alex as a Dragon

I didn't want to leave out my Ally-boy on this. The idea was suggested by @xartisticmdx, so a dragon is the best one for Alex. He'd wear one of those pull-over masks with the mouth open that looks like a dragon's head and a tail to match. I would also think Mikey uses darker green body paint to give Alex scales, and even tape the wings and spine spikes onto his shell.

#tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #halloween 2022

[choruscas]

suptober day 05: daydream

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 librarian!castiel, mechanic!dean

Castiel’s tongue drew lines and circles all across Dean’s body. The pleasure was immeasurable to anything the mechanic had ever felt before in his life. Sure, there had been good one night stands, (Rhonda Hurley, Aaron Bass, just to name a few) but none of them have ever made Dean claw at the sheets, drawing blood from his lips from biting down too hard, and crying out pathetic bubbles of their name before. 

His bare broad shoulders came down to cradle Dean with his hands as he prepped him, caressing his fingers around the ring of muscle and Dean arched his back into the teasing touch. Their chests touched, leaving no space between them, and Dean dug his face into the man’s collarbone, crying out against his skin. Castiel hushed him, reassuring him that he’ll be alright and that he won’t be hurt. Castiel made sure to tell Dean that if anything was too much, he had to tell him. Dean bobbed his head up and down, agreeing to his deal.

It was everything Dean ever dreamed of since his brother went to Stanford and he decided to move to California with him. And so much more. His blown out pupils, the way his left eyebrow raised in dominance, the smell of his beaded, shiny skin, the taste of his plump lips and curling tongue.

“Dean...” his tender whiskey voice called out shuddering against his skin in the pale moonlight of Dean’s apartment. “Dean... Dean...”

The mentioned smiled, love-sick and gooey from the voice of an angel calling his name.

“Dean!”

He cocked his head to the side, expecting to be faced with the smoky blue-eyed man with the best body ever, but instead he was faced with the ugly, mop-haired imbecile he got stuck with.

“Jesus Christ! Warn a man before you go all fuckin’ ninja on me.” Dean held his hands up, trying to protect himself.

“Don’t tell me you were daydreaming about the librarian again.” Sam bitch-faced, looking at his brother whose face was tinged pink.

Dean scoffed, accusatory. “I was not! I was... studying that sign over there.”

Sam looked over to the sign, right above the librarian’s head, that read “BE QUIET AND COURTEOUS PLEASE!” in big, bold letters.

“Yeah, sure.”

The librarian stood up from his front desk and walked to the back room. Dean opened his mouth to say something but disappointingly closed it back as he saw the man had left.

Sam stomped his foot. “Did you even hear what I said?”

The mechanic shook his head, looking up at his seven foot tall Big Foot of a brother. “Of course I did, don’t put your panties in a wad.”

“So you agree?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“I said: ‘are you ready to go?’, Dean.” Bitch face 2.0.

The older brother thinned his lips and stood up from the totally-didn’t-chose-this-one-to-watch-the-hot-fucking-librarian’s-shoulders-work-their-magic table, and followed Sam to the check-out desk.

Outside, the leaves were turning into a polyester-like orange, and the smell of Castiel’s pumpkin candle filled the library with the delicious smell. Every month, he changed out the candle, depending on the month or season or holiday. It was the crisp, early month of October, so the scent was fitting, like it normally was.

Dean stood on his tip-toes, brooding over Sam’s shoulder. “Whatcha checkin’ out this week? My Little Pony? Jesus Christ, last week it was Hello Kitty, now this week... you gotta little girl stuck in your noodle or somethin’?” he smiled mischievously.

Sam shucked the hair out of his face. “God, Dean. You’re so annoying.” he shook his head back and forth.

Just as he was finished saying his sentence, Dean pondered over to the entrance, decorated with festive fall colors of orange and gold. It was mostly portrayed towards children, as the cheesy slogans and brightly smiling characters popped compared to the rest of the place. It was all done by Castiel himself, as Dean had cautiously watched him climb up the ladder last week to staple the decorations on the doorframe. He’d never admit to this — just ask him — but he secretly hoped that Castiel would have fallen during that time so he could catch him, and hit him with the ol’ “you fell for me” trick in the book. However, Dean had learned that day that Castiel was very flexible and agile, so unfortunately, his wish was not granted.

“Hello, Sam.” a very familiar voice spoke out, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to spring up like flowers. “Dean.”

“Hi, Castiel.” Sam smiled, being sincere and actually a modern, civil person like Dean should be doing right now, but his embarrassment succumbed him and he did not make eye contact.

He soon learned that the carpet’s color of mushy pea green was very ugly.

“Hey...” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. The dude just had a wet daydream — hold up, is that even possible? Dean didn’t know, he just made it up — about the man. How on earth was he supposed to look at those piercing blue eyes he wished he could see closer? Possibly a little more bare, too.

Dean finally got the courage to look up to see Castiel scanning and stamping the books Sam had given him. Upon closer inspection, (granted, not from ten feet away like a total stalker) Castiel’s skin was still tanned from his beach trip to see his older brother in San Diego had still given him the same affect that it did in June. God, to see that bare chest.

Look anywhere but the librarian, dumbass. Wait no, that’ll make you look like a fucking idiot. Make subtle eye contact. Yeah. Subtle.

“Uhm, your decorations look nlice.” Dean smiled, bouncing on his feet.

“They look what?” Castiel pondered, looking up from the cash register, his face confused and his head tilted.

“Nice! I meant mi— no, nice. Nice is what I meant. They look nice.” he sheepishly looked around, heat rising in his face and tinting his ears with pink.

Sam, on the other hand, was getting a good kick out of it.

“Oh. Thank you. It’s made quite a few children happy and parents have smiled at me, so it was worth it.” The librarian politely nodded.

“Yeah, I bet that’s what the adults were smilin’ ‘bout...” he muttered underneath his breath.

“Do what?” Castiel responded, leaning his head slightly forward.

“Oh! Uh— nothin’.”

Castiel gave him a curt nod. “Okay. Well, thank you guys for coming! I hope to see you next Friday again?”

Sam snapped his fingers, and Dean practically hid behind his stump of a brother. “Oh. Speaking of which, are you busy this weekend?”

What the fuck?

“Unfortunately, yes I am. I’m visiting my brother again because he would like me to meet his new dog.” he smiled thinly, his eyes squinting, and Dean���s knees buckled.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Dean is free all this weekend, so I was tryna get you guys to hang out.”

Dean stepped on his foot and gritted his teeth. Again, what the fuck?!

“Well, I’ll still be here next week. So maybe he can formally ask me next week instead of through a messenger.” Dean peered over to see that Castiel’s face has blossomed with blushes, and he was nervously twirling and clicking a pen in his hand.

“Sounds great. See you, Castiel!” Sam called out, walking away from the desk and towards the entrance where they were supposed to leave.

Dean courageously eyed behind him to see that Castiel was staring at him leaving, and he waved to Dean and he sheepishly and embarrassingly waved back. “Alright, Sammy, you’re a fuckin’ idiot, I know that. But what the fuck was that?”

“I just got you a date with the hot librarian you daydream about.”

(tags below)

@potato-painter

#suptober #suptober20 #day 05 #day 5: daydream #daydream #daydreaming #dean winchester #mechanic!dean #castiel #librarian!castiel #sam winchester

[otonymous]

Kinktober - Oct 5th  (Swallowing/Collaring): Milk (MLQC Kiro - NSFW)

Description: Get frisky with Kiro this Halloween Warnings:  NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: swallowing, collaring, costumes, semi-public sex, mild jealousy Word Count: 1355 words (~7 mins of dirty, filthy, Halloween-themed smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: My first entry for @alloveroliver’s amazing Kinktober challenge!  Many thanks to this incredible person for taking the time out of her undoubtedly busy schedule to organize this event.  YOU ROCK! 🤩 

Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and hope you all enjoy this dirty story! 😂 Happy reading, lovelies!

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

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“Wow!  You look…absolutely amazing.  Gorgeous.  I-I can’t even take my eyes off you, haha…”

Savin tries to run his hand through his hair, but the attempt is just as awkward as the way he ogled you in your cat costume — the high collar of his black cape leaving practically no room for movement past the top of his gel-slicked head.

Keeping a polite smile on your face, you discreetly scan the room for the soft flaxen locks you loved to run your fingers through, hoping for a swift conclusion to the uncomfortable conversation.

“Thanks, Savin.  I like your costume too!  You make a great Dracula, very Bela Lugosi.  And I appreciate you extending me an invitation to B.S. Entertainment’s Halloween party.”

Before Kiro’s agent can reply, a firm yet gentle hand snakes about your waist, pulling you close to the side of a warm body — lithe yet strong, lean muscle encased in black leather; buckles and straps criss-crossing the physique that gyrated so well on stage to incite the madness of fans the world over.  And beneath a black hood: strands of golden hair.

“Miss Chips!  You made it!”

In his eyes, the vast blue of a cloudless sky.  And a smile just as luminous to match.  But the flex of his arm around you hinted at tension, and before you knew it, you were spun around and escorted off before Savin even had the chance to sputter - Kiro chucking under his breath as he says goodbye on both your behalves.

“What was that?  And what are you supposed to be dressed as?”  You finally ask when Kiro ushers you into an empty VIP room at the club booked out by his agency, the pounding beat outside falling several decibels lower when the door closes.

“I’m a ninja assassin!”  He spreads his arms wide, presenting himself in full glory.  Drawing back his cape, Kiro brings his exposed biceps closer, muscles bulging as he flexed to show off the intricate designs drawn in black ink on his skin, smiling in satisfaction to see the awe etched on your face.

“You look like you could totally KO the final boss in a video game!”

“Of course!” Kiro beams.  But then, the brightness of his smile dims.  “Hmph.  Maybe it’s my own bossy agent I need to take out.  Can’t leave that guy alone with you for even a second, I swear.”

“Who, Savin?”

“He looked like he was about to swallow you whole.  But, I guess I can’t say I blame him…”

The corners of those cerulean eyes crinkle in an impish expression as he scans you from head to toe, humming appreciatively at the cat ears on your head, the combination of your sleek black bodysuit and skirt…and the tail that hung near the base of your spine.

“That’s, um…quite the costume.  You look very, very nice, Miss Chips.”

“You like it?!  It’s actually the third year in a row that I’ve worn it — I really got my money’s worth!  Anna always complains and says I should switch it up for our company’s Halloween party—“

“So, you’re saying that people other than Savin have already seen you in this costume?!  Tch, man…” Kiro frowns, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of the pouty superstar.  Bringing a hand to his face, you force him to look you in the eye.

“Could it be that our superstar ninja is jealous?”

“Yes!  Miss Chips is special, for my eyes only.” Placing his hands on his neck, nimble digits in fingerless gloves loosen the silver buckle on a black leather choker. “And I do believe your costume is missing this.”

Looking at the choker lying flat on his palm, the corners of your lips tug into a knowing smile; you had wondered how soft the pliable leather would feel wrapped around your neck.

Circling behind you, the subtle notes of Kiro’s cologne — spicy and sweet — suffuse your senses.  “Kittens need collars, don’t they?  To show the world who their rightful owners are?”  

Then, dropping to a whisper, “Let bad men know that even though they can look, they can never touch…”

His voice is sultry, dripping with sensuality as he breathes against the shell of your ear.  And when you sweep your hair aside to bare your neck to your lover, you are rewarded with the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

“…Unlike the way I can.  Isn’t that right, Miss Chips?”

Still carrying the heat of Kiro’s skin, the choker lay warm against your throat — gentle and secure, as if the superstar himself had wrapped his hand around the delicate column of your neck.

But of course, those hands that coaxed beautiful music from his guitar were currently preoccupied with drawing all types of lascivious sounds from your mouth as two fingers, then three, explored between your legs from behind; relentless even as your knees shook, bent over on all fours on the plush sectional as you were.

“Kitty’s more excited than usual today.  You’re completely soaked, baby.” 

Kiro sweeps your tail to the side as he palms a slow circle over your pussy, and you gasp at the touch of leather from those fingerless gloves, making it harder to come down from your second orgasm around his hand.

Biting your lip in anticipation to hear his fly unzipping behind you, you hike your skirt up even more, further exposing yourself to his hungry, blue eyes.

“Hmm.  You’re so well-behaved, Miss Chips.  I say a reward is in order, what do you think?”

Slowly stroking your collar with one hand, Kiro gently guided his cock into your entrance with the other.  And all you could manage in response to his question is a desperate nod, the furry tips of your prosthetic ears tickling his skin as he bent over you.

Then, with one enthusiastic thrust, the superstar is buried to the hilt, leaving you clawing at the seat beneath you, desperate to suppress a scream of pleasure that surely would’ve given you away despite the noise in the club.

“Mmm, you feel good, Miss Chips.  So good, ah…especially when you tighten like that.”  

His fingers graze the sensitive skin at the small of your back before wrapping around your tail, pulling soft but insistent as his breath leaves him in shudders — the rhythm of his hips building faster and faster until your throat became uncomfortably dry from panting in response to his onslaught.

And when those long fingers gathered the arousal that dripped down your thigh to draw smooth, tight circles about your clit, the act has you convulsing as the tension broke in your body, clamping down on Kiro’s cock even as he pulled out — hand pumping hard to chase his own release outside the warmth of your body until he spilled hot over the small of your back.

Still shaking even when you sense Kiro’s finger tracing a haphazard pattern across the skin on which he came, you gradually open your eyes when you feel his lips pressing affectionately upon each lid.

“You must be parched, kitty…screaming the way you did.  Here.  Your reward.”

Collar snug as you craned your neck in Kiro’s direction, you stick your tongue out, obediently lapping up the liquid that coated his index finger — pink on white.  Blue eyes are transfixed to see your tongue sweeping from corner to corner of those perfect lips, dutifully licking up any and all remnants of Kiro’s release until that, too, is swallowed.

Then, drawing even closer, Kiro whispers, “Good girl.  You've earned your milk, Miss Chips,” before his lips close the gap completely.

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“Kiro, where have you been?!  Several producers wanted to meet you and—“

Savin stops short when he spots the leather choker, looking back and forth between you and Kiro, eyes narrowed to see it adorning your neck instead of the blonde with twinkling blue eyes, who says, with a hint of challenge in his voice:

“Now her costume is complete!  Don’t you agree, Savin?”

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[smashedcocobeans]

Blake and Velvet were unsure about Neon Katt at first, but once they got to know her (and were subjected to a bit of hypnosis courtesy of Neons ability to control sound waves) they love having sexy parties with their new mistress! (All three have penises)

Blake and Velvet often enjoyed each others quiet company. They were able to relax in the afternoon sun and drink their coffee outside of their favorite cafe. Usually they were able to enjoy the low hum of the city streets, except for today. Today they had an u expected nuisance to tend to.

Neon Katt rolled her way through the streets blaring some hip rave beat from a speaker on her back. She glides her way on her skits through the crowd directly in front of the irritated Faunus girls before turning down her music. She removed the blow pop from her mouth before addressing the pair.

“Well hey there kitty!~ long time no see! And I didn’t know you hung out with bun bun over here!”

Blake marked her place in her book before aknowledging the brightly colored raver in front of her.

“Hello Neon. Velvet and I were trying to enjoy our afternoon in peace, and the sooner you get on your way the sooner we can return to it.”

Velvet nodded her head and huffed as she stood behind her reading companion. Neon faigned her pain as she held onto the gate deprecating the two groups. She pressed the back of her hand to her head she cried.

“Oh you CUT me deep Belladonna! How could I dare to rip you away from the smuttiest volume of Ninjas in Love to be printed in years! I’m such a monster for distracting you from your public smut reading~”

Blame blushed as she tried to hide her book in her lap. Velvet looked at her quizzically. Subtly moving her own smut out of view, velvet began to shrink in her seat.

“I’m not looking to ruin your day, so I can head out if you want. But I’ve actually come to make you an offer! See, most of my rave crew are out of town, and I don’t really wanna go party on my own! What do you say you two come back to my place tonight and I’ll take you out to a crazy party!~ My treat ;3”

Blake and Velvet tried to gauge eachothers feelings about it as Neon skated her way home. A devilish smile on her face as she faded from view.

———

Velvet knocked on the door of the hotel she’d been slipped at the cafe. A flirty skirt and a button up tied into a crop top framed her as she nervously rocked back and forth on her heels. She looked up in shock as she saw Blake turn the corner. The sleek cat had her usual black crop top but with thick wedge heels and ripped fishnets under a pain or black booty shorts. Blake was blushing deep red as she approached the same door Velvet was stood in front of.

“So...Blake...you look really good! I see you also decided to see if Neon was just all talk!”

Blake’s mind flashed with images of the tight cyan shorts she had watched skate away into the crowd this afternoon.

“Yeah! That’s...that’s why I decided to come tonight. You look really good too!”

Velvet blushed as she played with the hem of her skirt. She didn’t usually wear things so revealing but she liked the slutty glare she was getting from Blake. Both of them were in for a surprise.

Neon opened the door to her room with a particularly sexy sight. She was dressed in skin tight booty shorts with some neon suspenders hanging around her waist and fuzzy leg warmers above her boots. Her top was completely bare except for four small band aids covering her nipples. Glow sticks hung around her neck as she was clearly ready for the rave. As she grabbed the other Faunus girls and pulled them inside, they could see the obvious bulge in her tight shorts.

“OMG Hey girl!!!! I’m so glad you derided to come!! I was just pregamming before we head to the rave, care to join me?!”

Her hotel room was blasting a soft rhythmic beat and there were a couple of drinks on the bar. Laser lights from a small portable device danced around the darkened room as Blake and Velvet adjusted. The beat was much more relaxing than the one Neon had played at the Cafe. It was super soothing and as Neon swayed her hips to the beat the other two girls felt themselves enjoying the music and getting lost in the music.

Velvet was really feeling it. She sauntered into the room and ran her hands through her hair. She danced her way over to one of the beds and shook her ass. She was really feeling it, she seemed to lose all shyness as she lost her mind in the music. The feelings only growing more amplified as Neon started to grind against her ass with a drink in her hand. She moved her hips in rhythm to the music and as Blake watched, neon radiated this joyful hypnosis. Who cared about appearances and worries when you could party!

Blake grabbed herself a drink and watched as Neon had her way with Velvet. Neon was really putting the moves on her and Velvet was loving it, her skirt hiked up so she could grind her veloptuous ass against the obvious bulge the party cat was sporting. Neon took a hold of Velvets underwear pulling them up Iinti her ass so that more of the rabbit girls bare ass was visible to the world. Velvet pushed hard back and was giving Neon bedroom eyes over her shoulder.

“Come on Neon don’t be such a tease! I thought you were gonna show us how you PARTY?!?”

If Velvet was in her normal state of mind she would have been horrified at would she’d just said. But now she was just happy that Neon had taken her up on her offer! The raver cat got on her knees and buried her tongue into Velvet’s ass.

Velvet moaned out as she ripped her panties off. She pulled her cheeks apart as she was ravenously eaten from behind. Blake’s own cock growing hard as she watched her friends going at it, her choice in shorts betraying her as the tip of her cock passed the elastic band and poked out the top. Velvet noticed and looked at the horny cat from across the room.

“Don’t be all lonely in the corner! If you wanna join in go ahead and have a seat right in front of me! I’m great at multitasking~~~”

Velevt moaned as she made room for Blake on the bed. She rode Neon’s tongue with glee as she pulled down the tight black shorts that restrained her cock. She kissed and moaned against lake as she stroked her cock to its full length, their sensitive sheets grazing against each other. Velvet kissed Down Blake’s body before she began bobbing her head on the top of her cock to the beat. They both were so lost in the hypnotic tunes that they had lost all their inhabitions.

As Blake ran her hands along Velvets soft ears and pulled her her down her cock, Neon rose from her meal and started grinding the tip of her own cock against Velvet’s freshly prepped ass.

“You girls ready hit this beat real hard? ;3”

Neon pushed her cock slowly into Velvet, all eight inches stretching her out. Velvet was shocked at the girth Neon was packing, and even more shocked when Blake got up on her knees and started thrusting deeper to the beat.

The cat girls were ruthless, but Celvet was really enjoying it. As she was fucked from both ends she felt her cock run against the soft sheets she felt her self nearing her first orgasm of the night. She moaned and bounced between the twin cocks as she felt mindless pleasure take over her body.

Just as she stained her skirt with cum, Velvet was plastered across her face with Blake’s cum. She pulled Blake close and made out with her as Neon continued to thrust, smearing her cum against their faces. As Neon gave one last triumphant thrust, she flooded Velvets insides with cum.

Neon pulled out slowly, letting her full length drag along Velvets sensitive insides. The cum beginning to splash out befor it was quickly plunged with a rainbow jewel plug.

“Well ladies! You ready to go out and party or do you want to add some more to your new ‘make up’? Either works for me, this speaker is portable so we can keep this party going all night long~”

#not sfw #rwby #smut #velvet scarlatina #blake bellodona #hypnosis #neon katt

[bentenharuki]

I generally don’t do these but...

I will do this because it’s a badge of honor and a thank you for @todayintokyo who gives me a daily vibe out of my second fav Country in the world (first one is my own, of course. My messy, chaotic, genius Italy).

So for everyone interested (I won’t tag people either... if you are among my 250+ readers, do it as freely as you like to share this unexpected hard time along others. Sharing makes us all feel less stranded I guess :)) 

1. Are you staying home from work/school? Yep. My University (Milano Bicocca) holds in-house lessons and curses and also exams and testing are/will be online. What I miss most are the lab works and the exchanges with foreign schools. I took one a few months ago in London and I was supposed to have another in May but... NOPE, of course.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? I am alone in my apartment. At first it was supposed to be shared rent with somebody else but then my parents just bought this out and lent it to me. I know. I am spoiled. But very grateful for what I have. I always try to give back the best I can because no one has merits in being born in a family instead of another. (pieces of second-rate philosophy in all my LONG answers courtesy of my mum and her influence on me. She’s a University Professor and her field is.. guess what.. ETHICS PHILOSOPHY)

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Nope. Not allowed. But I like cats. Cats. CATS. They are elegant, refined, very clean, and they give you consideration and affection ONLY if they like you. I prefer to conquer somebody’s love instead than to have it by default. Then I am naturally a cat person instead of a dog’s. But I like all animals (I like snakes as well, so my range is pretty wide ;)), even though I don’t feel missing any in  house. Generally I would be out of home most of the day and no pet would be happy in staying that much alone. I miss my grandparents’ kitty tho :)

4. Who do you miss the most? Family. Friends. Meeting new people when out. And... (is it fine to say it?) Well... in these lockdown times I miss... human touch. (You get what kind). I was seeing a guy when this all started and my old boyf also came back into the picture somehow. All on hold. And I avoid to think how that makes me feel because even in case I’d figure it out, what comes if one can’t act on the awareness? Exactly. So I put it all in a LONG pause. But yeah... I miss contacts. A LOT.

5. When was the last time you left your home? I go out every Thursday to buy all my grocery stuff. I am very methodic. My supermarket is pretty near and it’s BIG and I get there right before it opens (well... one hour almost before it opens, so I can be among the firsts in line). I look like a ninja: very sporty and technically dressed (like for a running competition!) with clothes and shoes which are easy washable, tech mask (it is for cycling competition, with filters specifically medical: the mask is washable as well after you’ve used it, while the filter is obviously not), cotton fit gloves and over them medical gloves (I can’t wear directly medical gloves because my skin is very sensitive and I suffer from nickel allergia, which makes latex gloves a NO NO directly on skin), teck googles which cover also the side of my face (those are from cycling items too) and of course PODS in my ear because I can’t live without music :)

6. What was the last thing you bought? I bought online a few garden tools for my biggest balcony. I have ZERO skill with plants (and I am supposed to become a biologist... the nerve! LOL) but I am keen at making grow at least rosemery for my recipes. I have a little peach tree and it is all fine so far. I have hope I can do better and anyway I have time now ;)

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? I try to keep my routine as it was before. I wake up and perform all my tasks exactly as I was doing before this all started. I am VERY organized and to lax on that would ruin me, so I carefully focus on what I can control the best I can. It feels strange to say it maybe but... this way my mood isn’t particularly affected by this heavy revolution in my (and everyone elses’s) life.

8. Are you a homebody? NOPE. I love people, I love my Milan and its being always full of people everywhere. I love living in my town a TON, I love meeting friends anywhere, go dancing, I love to live my University life in this beautiful and renewed part of Milan; I like being surrounded by my people and meeting new ones. So being stuck at home would seem insufferable for me. But I learnt from this (there’s always something to learn in any experience) that I can be surprisingly ok with staying home too. I came to know better my neighbors. I feel a sense of community with everyone living nearby and I have come to love my domesticity too. It was a surprise for me first ^.^

9. What movies have you watched recently? In Italy, Italia 1 channel has had the WONDERFUL idea to rebroadcast all Harry Potter saga every Monday and Thursday. Today and tomorrow there are the last two installments, so I can say that is what I looked out the most for as in movie things these past weeks (funny how I never particularly adored the books of HP, I mean, I liked them but... being a Tolkien’s devotee Rowlings’ literary efforts always seemed lackluster to me.. and still I have always liked the movies. It’s incoherent I know ;)). But I have Sky at home so I can watch whatever movie I like to whenever I want to. And that leads to VERY little watch actually. I am reading a ton though. I watch what passes on in the National channels actually, out of digital and cable and decide to watch it or not. For instance last Friday Rai 1 (main Italian Channel) broadcasted one of my fav movies from the past three years, GIFTED (with Chris Evans and Octavia Spencer) and I rewatched it with immense pleasure.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? OLYMPICS. I was supposed to be back in Japan with a a couple of friends and my bro for experience the Olympics (especially the volleyball tournaments) between July and August and that got (of course) cancelled. We plan to move it all to next year of course. But it hurts SO MUCH because it was easily what I was looking forward to BEST for all 2020. Hands down.

11. What’s the best and worst thing you’ve had to cancel? Look up. For the other question, I never plan things I don’t like (or at least I try my best not to) and I almost never find myself in the position of being happy for something I had going on which I had to pass due to circumstances. I am a very honest (sometimes to the point of bluntness, though with age I got trained in the fine art of diplomacy, which for me is declined especially in the “IGNORE WHAT IS NOT WORTHY degree) person and if there is something I don’t like I tend to not get involved with it in the first place.

12. Do you have any new hobbies? Eh... the longest list... I love so many things. Sport don’t count as hobbies to me because I treat them as part of my daily life constantly. So take them off. I like to write, to draw, to paint... I like reading, I like learning... I am a tech geek; I like gaming (but that I have to cut it or it would absorb me too much)... I like TRAVELING (that is cut off too of course nowadays), and many other things so I guess I don’t literally have SPACE for new hobbies. My many ones makes it impossible to fall for new things though lately I am becoming a better cook out of needs ;)

13. What are you out of? My lists are made as soon my things become “two items in from having 0″. This way I can’t run out of anything. Did I say already I am a HUGE control freak? THAT ;)

14. What music are you listening to? My itunes collections lists so far 12376 ALBUMS. Then I have the random songs. Latest one I bought (because I buy them all) is Achille Lauro’s latest 16 Marzo 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb-9RESbeWA

I am also listening a lot to one of my bro’s fav bands Radiohead and as usual a lot to my beloved Imagine Dragons. My mum and dad are also telling me to listen to Bill Withers (who recently passed away) whole discography because he was amazing. I love many music genres. I love ALL which makes the spirit soar and rage and evolve and love and cry and hope.

15. What are you reading? So far in quarantine I read 5 books. I have now to start ORIGINS by Dan Brown. I pick the books I have left unread randomly and that was the pick this time (people gift me with books constantly because they know I am a bookworm when I have spare time).

16. What are you doing for self-care? Keep loving myself and life and the world exactly the way I used to before this all started.

17. Are you exercising? Yup. Tapis roulant, golf training, stepper (all in my house lucky me) and mat and weight training. I have a routine for which I have to train at least one hour a day. NO EXCEPTION. I miss swimming but I will do. I am also in recovery after January’s knee meniscus intervention so my schedules are also taking that into consideration.

18. How’s your toilet paper supply? I'm OK. :)

19. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? Nope. I love to stylize my hair but I don’t have specific cuts. It grows long and then I play with them hairstyles: braids, buns, ponytails, partitions and the likes.. But I have bleached hair and I had to follow my hairdresser advice because I can’t allow ugly roots to take dominance of me ^.^ So I bought the necessary to self bleach them. No need to say as soon as I will be able to, Hairdressers and Massages and SPA will be my first destination ^.^ (beside visiting family and friends of course).

I am fairly sure I put lots of typos and mistakes in this but I have my online lesson just starting in 8 minutes and I can’t review this (I generally never do it anyway). So forgive me and have a beautiful day ;)

STAY SAFE OUT THERE!!! Hugs K.

#ask list #wow my first one #and probably my last #covid19 #quarantine #lockdown #italy #milan #tag your friends #coronavirus

[crazyrandomfucker]

Adrien Augreste: Fairy tale

Adrien didn't know how much had he messed up this time, until he saw himself (or rather as his Chat Noir self) in a full princess dress while he held an imaginary cup of tea on his hand. He could have gone to visit Mari later, after patrol, when he'd be tired of running and his princess would be robably staying late again, working on a project or doing homework. But no, he had to go before patrol, while Mari was taking care of the two little "precious angels" of Nadja Chamak, the reporter.

Chat had been fool enough to knock at her trapdoor without checking first through the small window if Mari was there or if she had company at the moment. De "angels" had to, and of course they had had to, open the trapdoor and grab him by his poor tail. In the next minutes, the two little demons had gone all over Mari's designs wardrobe, picked up a very Disney-like lime green dress and put it on a very confused, even astonished, Chat Noir.

While all that happened, Marinette had been downstairs, discussing with Nadja about what would Mari do that day with the little girls. Mari had prepared in advance a few dresses and outfits with a medieval style to had a little play with the girls, obviously focusing on a fairy tale theme to attract their attention. But when she went upstairs to play with the girls expecting to see them playing with her stuff, she was surprised to find a magnificiently dressed princess Chat Noir with a desesperation look on his face having tea party with the little girls. There he was, the brave, loyal and quick-witted Chat Noir, dressed as Tiana and drinking nonexistant tea from a flowery cup. She couldn't help it but to laugh heartily and make a few photos.

Upon seeing that, Chat let out an indignated groan and tried to snatch the phone from Mari to delete the photos without succes. To everyone's surprise, Manon and Mina grabbed Marinette and pushed her to the closet, Mina entered with her and there were a few screams from Mari that made Chat wonder what in the world was happening on that closet. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait to much before Marinette came out in a Prince Charming outfit. The little girls high-fived and made Mari sat down with them to take a cup of tea.

"You look charming Princess, or should I say Prince now?" joked Chat.

"Ha ha. Very funny. If you keep saying that, there won't be any more croissants for you" said Marinette in a serious tone.

"You wouldn't dare! Not the croissants! Anything but those delicious croissants!" begged Chat.

"Perhaps I'll think about it if you help me today taming this precious angels" said Mari with a smile.

"Anything for those delicious treats. I'm at your service Princess" said Chat Noir, doing a bow holding his dress like a princess.

"Pffffft, you're such a pretty princess Chat" laughed Mari.

"What can I say, I'm a cat with meowltiple talents after all. Acting is one of them" said Chat.

"Yeah, but puns are definetly not. That last one was horrible" said Mari.

"You know you love them as much as you love me Purrincess" joked Chat.

"Then kiss him!" said Manon and Mina at unison.

"Say what?" said Chat.

"If she loves you, she has to kiss you!" said Mina.

"The prince has to kiss the princess!" exclaimed Manon.

"Manon, Mina, Chat was joking about that. And none of us is a prince nor a princess" said Mari with a faint blush as she remembered the Dark Cupid incident.

"That's right, it was just a joke. Thought, you're a real princess for me Mari" said Chat nervously with a clear blushunder the mask.

"Why am I getting so fussed about kissing Mari?" thought Chat. "It's not that I hate her or anything, but I'm a loyal cat to my lady. I can't like her too, right?"

"But we want to see a kiss!" said the little demons.

"Oh yes? Then watch this!" said Mari, grabbing Chat and kissing his hand like a real prince, making the boy turn into a tomato. "There, a kiss. Are you happy now?"

"That wasn't a kiss!" complained the girls.

"I kissed his hand, so it's a kiss. You never said where you wanted the kiss so you'll have to settle with that. At least, if you want to play again with the dollies" said Marinette.

"Boooooh!" chanted the girls, but stoped inmediately when Mari raised her brow nd lppked at them. "We'll behave..."

"I must say that I'm quite impurressed princess. I didn't knew you could handle kids so well" said Chat as he was beginning to calm down.

"Well, I've got practice thanks to your usual visits, mon Chatveliére" teased him Mari.

"Gasp. You hurt this poor cat's honor" said Chat dramatically.

"Sure thing, oh brave knight in shining leather" said Mari sarcastically.

"You've been rather sassy lately Princess, may I ask what has happened?" asked Chat.

"Later. Now I need you to get out of that costume and wear the one I have, we have two little girls to entertain after all" said Mari.

" Are we having a story?" asked Mina.

"Are we going to act?" asked Manon.

"Yes, we'll be having a story and you will act if you want to" said Mari with a big smile on her face. "But you'll have to get dressed for that, so go on and choose any dress or outfit you want to try while me and Chat get changed"

Chat got himself out of the dress and passed it to Mari, since he didn't need to hide because he already had his superhero suit under the dress. He adjusted the prince charming outfit, being careful to avoid ruining anything with his claws, and looked into the mirror. With the mask and the ears, instead of being like the prince from a girl's dream, he looked like a charismatic rogue prince. He liked that look better than those he had to pull on photoshoots or fashion shows. Then, Mari came out in the green dress, with her hair tied on a bun and wearing a flower ornament on her head very similar to the one Adrienne used to wear a lot lately.. Oh, of course, it was Marinette who had crafted the hairpin, why wouldn't the creator have also one? He mentally scolded himself for forgetting that.

He went back to look at the designer outfit and he had to admit that his heart had just skipped a few beats. The pale skin she had was brought to life by the soft green of the dress, creating a great contrast of colours. Then, the palid purple of her hairpin softened the dark blue of his hair, also matching with her sky blue eyes. In three words, she was stunning, and the model had to recognise that he had missed this whole time the beauty of his friend. Then, he shook his head and thought of Ladybug, she was the only one for him, no matter how attractive could this bakers daughter be..

From the closet, the little girls interrumped the moment by shouting them soemthing along the lines of 'start without us'. Both teenagers were startled by the unexpected orders of the twins and looked to each other with a faint blush, as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn't, but theyburtsed in laughs instantly.

Chat decided to begin with the play, kneeling in front of Mari, with a serious look in his eyes as he said "Oh, my dear Princess, who are thou planning to go to the ball with? May this modest cat be your companion to such event?"

Mari couldn't contain her laughand let a few giggles. "Oh my dear Chat, you are the knight of thee black cats, thou are the most desired by both pleasant girls and nobles girls. Wouldn't I be a nuisance to you? Why invite me amd not your beloved knightress of ladybugs?" said Mari trying to keep her composture.

"My beloved Lady of bugs doesn't correspond my feelings, she is in love with a star. But thou, my princess, thou are gentle and loving towards this poor alley cat. For that reason, I shall move on and compormise to this incredible damsel who shows nothing but affection for me" said Chat with half of a grin on his lips.

"Then, my beloved knight, I shall be your partner to the dance" said Mari doing a little bow with the dress as she rolled her eyes.

"I feel honored to have such an amazing partner" replied Chat with a bow.

"Oh kitty, thi words you say flatter me, but you should stop them if my company you want" said Mari, making Chat experience a sense of deja vú.

 "As you wish, Ma Princesse~ I suggest we better go to thi ball now,you know how angry mademoiselle Burgeoise gets when someone interrumps her parties" said Chat brushing off that feeling.

"But my friends aren't here yet. They will be worried when they don't find me" said Mari.

"Worry not, princess, I shall leave a note so they know where are we" said Chat.

"Okay then kitty, we shall part to the ball now" said Mari and they began to walk around the room to simulate that they are travelling.

"Good thing we arrived on time. Now princess, shall I have this dance?" said Chat offering his hand with a bow.

"You shall kitty" said Mari giggling as she took her hand. "But I shall warn you, I have two left feet and dancing is a mistery to me".

"Fear not princess, this mangy cat will teach you as we dance" said Chat as he played some music on his staff.

Chat told Mari wher she had to put her hands and they began to spin around,slowly dancing at the pace of the music, Mari ocasionally stepping on Chat but he brushed it off as if she didn't weight a thing. There was a sudden moment where the music changed into a more lively one and they changed their pace, adjusting to the rythm of the song. Mari giggled as she was enjoying this and Chat couldn't help but to smile whole heartedly, which distracted Mari and remind her of someone.

Then, the closet opened and the two little girls came out dressed as ninjas (why did they had to dress as ninjas?), charging to Chat and attqcking him with a rubber knife. Chat let them stab him with the knife and faked as if he was dying, obviously overexageratin the whole thing as if it was a drama from the ancient Greece. Mari held her laugh succesfully this time and kneeled to hold Chat on her hands.

"Oh cruel fate" said Mari, "why must thou take my brave knighy away from me? Why?"

"There is one way to save him" said Mina.

"A true love kiss can heal any wounds" said Manon with a big Chesire smile.

"Is that so?" said Mari galring at the amused girls. "But Chat is in love with someone else, and so am I. A true love kiss is impossible to happen".

"Come on!" chanted the little girls.

"Would you like it if we told you to kiss someone who is just your friend?" said Chat.

"No..." said the twins at unison, lowering their heads.

"Then it's the same for us" said Mari. "Chat loves Ladybug, everybody knows that".

"Except her apparently" said Chat bitterly.

"Oh Chat, how wrong you are" said Mari petting him. "She knows your feelings for her, I know it. She constantly says that she doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but she's in love with someone else. She's really sorry because if she didn't love him so much, she'd give you an oportunity".

"How do you... Oh, right, you're her friend" said Chat. "Does she really says that? Or are you just trying to cheer me up?" said he with his ears down.

"Kitty, I thought you knew me better than that. I'd never lie about something like that" said Mari.

"I know... Hey, do you know who's this misterious boy she loves so much? I'd like to know to whom I have lost" asked Chat.

"Chat, I can't tell you that..." said Mari, instantly regretting it as she saw Chat looking down. "But I can tell you something..." said while she looked Chat's mood improve. "She and I are more than friends, we're also rivals in love. We like the same boy, but she has better chances to win his heart. She's the awesome Ladybug, everybody admires her. That boy doesn't even notices me, how can I even compete with her?" said at the berge of tears. "I- I'm sorry, I'm rambling again".

"Princess" said Chat, grabbing her face and lokking at her seriously. "Whoever that boy is, he is a fool for not seeing such an amazing, talented and breath-taking girl. You are a wonderful girl and any guy that has the amazing luck to be your crush, love or whatever, will be the luckiest guy alive. Anybody who doesn't like you is just the biggest idiot in this world".

"He's right Marinette! You're the best babysitter we've ever had! And your designs are amazing! And you look so pretty in that dress! That model is stupid if he doesn't see you!" say the girls to cheer her up.

"Awww thanks girls... And you too Chat, I really apreciate those words" said Mari with her voice trembling.

"Wait... Model? You like a model? I mean, since you want to be a designer it makes a bit of sense that you fell in love with one of them after seeing them daily, sorry, I said nothing" said Chat.

"Ughh... Now you have a clue to discover his identity" said Mari.

"Is it really that bad if I knew? I mean, I swear I won't get jealous or anything like that, I want that Ladybug and you to be happy, so I wouldn't interfere with your love conquest either" said Chat.

"Chat, that's really sweet, but that's notthe reason why. It's not because of Ladybug either. It's just that it's really embarrasing. It's not a celebrity crush, we both know him in real lifeand he's just so sweet and nice and selfless and he doesn't really mind that I stutter around him like crazy and... And I'm rambling again" said Mari.

"Don't worry, I don't really mind. It's lovely to hear you rambling just as it is hearing Ladybug mumbling when she thinks of a plan" said Chat without thinking, making Mari blush and blushing when he realizes what he had just said.

"Thanks Chat..." said Mari awkardly.

"You're welcome princess. Now, I shall go before Nadja comes to pick her little girls, or I'll be forced to go through an interview and I won't make it to patrol. Farewell princess and deathly ninjas" said Chat with a wink and leaped of the balcony.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #adrien augreste #twins!au

[theartistaslisalee]

The UMK3 skin for Smoke has absolutely no business to be this kute! 😼😼😼💨💨💨🔥🔥🔥

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[ectowaves]

Scrapbook Memories

Prompter: @feministhotline

Prompt: Jazz Phantom from an alternate universe in Clockwork’s tower

Words: 1885

Warning: Unedited, implications

“I’ve been expecting you.” Clockwork’s quiet voice droned.

The figure in the door shifted, before stepping forward into the light. The shadowy figure was revealed to be a teenage girl. She had long blue hair, green eyes, extremely pale skin, and wore an orange hazmat suit. In her arms she was holding a single book.

“Clockwork,” Jazz Phantom whispered, “why?”

The time ghost said not another word. Instead he motioned towards an old sofa. The girl nodded and sat down, knees up against her chest. Her shoulders shook as she began to softly cry.

Clockwork didn’t comfort the girl. Instead he continued to stare into one of his viewing screens. He could never understand what the girl had recently gone through.

Jazz’s weeping may have lasted for hours, or perhaps a few minutes, but soon she had cried all that she could cry. She gently opened the book and smiled.

“He made this for me you know,” Jazz murmured, “He said that it took him hours to get right. I think it is the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. I wished I could have thanked him for it.”

She turned a page in the book and stared. Suddenly, she started laughing like a maniac.

“At the time I hated this picture, but he seemed to love it. I couldn’t understand why.”

Jazz frowned as her brother poked her. She had just spent the last three hours trying to catch all the ghosts that Dash had accidentally released. Why did she need to sit still while her brother painted her? He usually only painted the night sky!

“Quit moving or I’ll have to start all over again!” He ordered, before going back to sit at his painting stool. He corrected his wonky beret that he had borrowed, then picked up his brush.

“Can’t you just take a picture?” Jazz whined shifting on her chair. She debated playing with her hair just to mess with the ‘apprentice’ painter.

Daniel shook his head, a patronizing smile on his face, “Oh Jazzy, you know that I paint best when my subject is right in front of me. Be a bit more patient, and I’ll pay you.”

Even the offer of money couldn’t calm the half ghost girl. She stuck out her tongue and frowned. She stood up randomly, started singing her father’s song about the joys of ham, she even started to mock Daniel’s idol, Michelangelo.

“If it wasn’t for the ninja turtles, Michawhatsit would be forgotten to time.” Jazz grinned. Her brother sighed and stood up from behind his easel. He walked over towards her, paint brush in hand.

“Fine, you win.” He told her. Before Jazz had a chance to celebrate, Daniel painted a red smile on her face. Fast as lightning he got beside her and took a picture.

“Now I have forever captured your beauty, my dear sister!” He laughed as his sister screamed in embarrassment.

“Daniel!”

Jazz laughed again. She would do anything to recapture that moment. She had ended up chasing Daniel around the house until he promised to never post the photo online. Her older brother had kept his promise.

Jazz felt her eyes starting to water. Daniel only ever lied and broke a promise once. She started to shake, thinking about that promise. She turned the next page.

The page was filled with baby pictures of her and Daniel together. When they were younger, Daniel was super protective of her. He would take the blame for her when she did something bad, and he would stick up for her when someone bullied her. They were the best of friends when they were little kids and had remained so up until their teen years.

The next page showed pictures of Jazz, Daniel and his girlfriend Ember hanging out. That summer had been one of the best Jazz knew. Their parents were gone for most of it, and Daniel had basically no rules. The summer was only ruined when Jazz discovered that her brother’s newest romance happened to be a ghost bent on world domination. Daniel had been heartbroken for weeks.

Not wanting to remember the days when Daniel was mopey, Jazz turned the page again. She was greeted with dozens of pictures of her saving the day. She blushed when she remembered how she had thought that her brother had a crush on her ghost side.

Jazz Phantom stood heroically as she answered various questions from reporters and fans. She had just rescued a group of people from becoming kitty food. Everyone seemed to be congratulating ‘Ghost-Girl’ for her victory. Jazz basked in the praise.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted her brother and his friends. They seemed proud of her victory. Then Daniel’s pervert friend asked her brother if he thought the ghost girl was hot. Jazz didn’t wait for the answer. Ignoring any other questions, she flew into the air and fled home. She refused to talk to Daniel for a week after the incident. It was only later when she realized that Tucker was being a jerk and that Daniel had known the whole time.

Jazz sighed, looking at all her big accomplishments. One picture was of her saving the world from Technus’ VCR attack. The next was of Jazz Phantom and the Fenton parents forming an alliance. Beside it was a photo of Jazz and Paulina, while she was dressed in her ghost hunting equipment, saving a random ghost child that could make herself look a lot like Daniel. The last photo was a picture of her standing tall in the face of the disasteroid, with Dash, Kwan Starr and even Paulina at her side.  Jazz didn’t even know how Daniel got those pictures. Maybe his friend Sam took some of them?

Thinking about Daniel’s girlfriend made Jazz want to cry again. It wasn’t fair to her either, he had just bought the ring to propose. Sam would never know that; Jazz couldn’t bear to tell her.

She wondered what Sam and Tucker were doing now. Were they comforting each other? Did they blame her for what had happened? What was going to happen to...?

Her own friends were probably looking for her. She couldn’t bring herself to care. She needed to be alone, at least that’s what her psychology books had said. She couldn’t face the crowds of people that would be asking her questions. They had chased her through the city and into the ghost zone. Here was her only solace.

Jazz Phantom turned the page and her eyes immediately blurred. She remembered this moment all too well.

“Happy birthday dear Jazz. Happy birthday to you!” Her friends and family sang. Some of tem , mainly Tucker and Kwan, had sung off key. It clashed with Danny’s and Sam’s beautiful harmonies. Jazz loved the sound anyways.

“Make a wish Honey!” Her mother cheered. It was Jazz’s sixteenth birthday after all. Jazz looked at all her friends and family, then blew out the candles on her cake.

“What did you wish for?” Starr asked as Maddie removed the cake from the table in order to cut it. Jazz only smiled and put a finger to her lips.

Daniel had chosen to pick her up and swing her around at that moment. Sam had taken a picture of Jazz’s shock, and Daniel laughing his full head off. When he put her down, Jazz could barely stand straight!

“Happy birthday little sis!” He grinned as their parents started handing out slices of birthday cake, “Hope your day was spinning!”

The picture was one of Daniel’s favourites. He had hung it on his wall until he had graduated. As she stared at it, Jazz wished she could go back. She wished that she could go back in time and warn him of the future.

Jazz looked through more and more pages of photos that her brother had collected. Some them brought tears, and others made her howl with laughter. Finally, she reached the last page. There weren’t any pictures on it. Instead there was a note.

Dear Jazz,

These are some memories I found that show you are truly awesome! I know that sometimes you are in the dumps about how ‘weird’ you are. You should know that you have done some really cool things.

Have you made some mistakes, well duh! You are human, not just a ghost. People mess up. Those psychology books that you are obsessed with should have taught you that. Stop beating yourself over the mistakes you have made and move forward. Trust me, you’ll be happier that way.

Keep saving the world and making it a better place. We need someone like you! If you fall get back up again! Don’t listen to Vlad. Ignore any thoughts on your ‘Evil future Self’. Vlad’s an idiot, and that future isn’t happening.

Hoping to make another one of these books,

Danny.

P.S Sam helped a bit with this book. She wanted me to tell you that.

Danny had been so excited to give the book to her; he gave it to her three days ago instead of waiting the two weeks until her birthday. Jazz had laughed and put it aside. She didn’t appreciate the gift as much as she did now.

Jazz placed the book beside her, Daniel’s words ringing in her ears. She could almost hear him talking. It wasn’t fair! This was the last message she would ever get from him, the last thing to remember him by. It was almost like he knew, but that wasn’t possible, was it?

“Clockwork, why did he have to die?” Jazz sobbed.

Jazz transformed back into her human form. Her red hair was tied back in a bun, mascara was dripping down her face. She wore a plain black funeral dress.

Her brother had been found dead in his room. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Jazz knew she would have nightmares about it for the rest of her life. She had screamed and screamed until her parents came running.

The police said Daniel had put up a fight. They told her the attack was completely unexpected. Jazz noticed that her brother was lying close to a ghost weapon and close to the ecto shield button their parents had installed in his room. It was a ghost attack. Their parents tried to comfort her that it wasn’t her fault. The ghost girl knew differently. She should have known! Jazz overheard the police saying that there were no possible suspects.

Jazz continued to sob, “Why? Who would have done this to him? Please, tell me! I need to find them, and… and…”

The time ghost didn’t say a word. How could he tell her that an alternate evil version of her brother (from a completely different dimension) had murder a version of himself in order to trap her in despair? How could he explain that Daniel Fenton had died in that same manner in Sam Spectre’s, Tucker Ghoul’s, and Valerie Haunter’s dimensions? How could he tell the mourning girl that Danny rarely lived in the dimensions where he wasn’t Phantom? It would not help her grief. He had seen all possible timelines where he told her, and none of them ended well. She would have to discover that truth on her own.

#phic phight #phic phight 19 #Danny Phantom #jazz phantom #team human

[bluesakurablossom]

A Masterpiece 💙

You hadn’t expected anything like this to happen to anyone like yourself. You were sitting out on your fire escape of your New York apartment letting your mind wander on what the next masterpiece you were going to create. You loved art for as long as you could remembered and some of the artwork you gave to your friends really sparked and flourish your confidence in creativity. You had your neon blue kitty ear headphones on listening to your favorite playlist while letting the music become let your imagination run wild. You watched as the stars twinkled above and the moon shining brightly like a glowing spotlight on yourself when as your favorite song played you finally had an idea hit you. You were about to head into your room where you created your masterpieces when you saw a glimmer of light hit the alley below.

You paused your music and looked down to see something was shining out of the dumpster below, being curious you thought it maybe could be something valuable you can scavenge up. A treasure could just be about anything. You slid down the ladder to go over to the dumpster and there was something more to the light. A giant turtle to precise. “Oh my gosh!”, you gasped in surprise

You see he was laying twisted up in the dumpster not moving as you jumped right in with no question and turned him over to where his face met yours. You had never seen anything like this before and you weren’t even thinking that this giant turtle could harm you or anything like that. You were too much in awe. The dark blue mask wrapped around his head matched perfectly against his jade colored skin. The mask made a quick realization that he must be a ninja, only ninjas wore these types of masks. You loved ninjas and everything that there was to know about them. The style of ninjitsu, the weapons, the beauty, everything. The light was from two swords secured on the back of his giant shell. His skin looked like little pebbles but looked badly damaged. There were several cuts, some which were still bleeding along his body. His right arm looked to be the most hurt. “Hey, are you okay?”, you said, lightly rubbing and shaking at his cheek

You were scared he was dead, you thought you were too late. How could anyone throw him away like he was trash? A sigh of relief escaped from you as you heard him moan and his eyes slightly opened revealing they were blue before they closed again. “Don’t you worry, I am going to get you out of here”, you said

You used what all the strength you had in your body to get his body out of the dumpster and it was truly hard. It winded you so quickly, but then again he was much bigger and heavier than you were. You were able to get him back up to your place and you carefully pulled out his swords that looked so sharp that one wrong move it would slice you in half. You set them down by the window near your bookshelf and removed his chest strap to make him more comfortable laying him on your bed. You went right to work cleaning his injuries as he continued to lay still and your mind was wondering on how a creature like him came to be and let alone why was he in that dumpster. Surely something must of happened and she was going to find out later on, but for now she knew he needed rest. After finishing cleaning his injuries, she took a scarf from her closet to put his right arm in a sling. She heard him whimpering and moaning when it was touched and thought it might be broken, so it would be temporarily till she could figured out something better. She covered him to keep him warm and sat across from him just watching him sleep. The idea she had before she went in was now gone and was replaced with....him. She grabbed her brush and a small canvas and dipped in the brush into the green and began the work of the mysterious turtle that was laying in her bed.

Hours later as she returned to her room with a cup of tea, she stopped in her tracks to see the turtle was now awake and he was rubbing at his arm in the sling. You slowly set your tea cup down and smiled. You were so curious about him and he looked so innocent as he looked around the bedroom.

“Hey”, you said, softly

He suddenly looked up at you and you could automatically see the pupils in his eyes dilate. Those neon blue eyes that sparkled in the moonlight would of made him easy to stand out in the darkness. “Hello there”, you said, walking over slowly

But as you made your way closer to him, you could sense the aura in the air was growing more tense by the second. His body language was stiff and he backed up like he was trying to get away, letting a few shaky breaths escape from his lips. You slowed your pace and held up your hands in peace to show him you were no threat, but you weren’t sure if that would be enough for him.

“Its okay, its okay, I am not here to hurt you”, you said, shaking your head and softly whispering to him

You were able to make one step at a time till you were able to get close enough to him. You knelt down to him till you were down to his level. “Its alright”, you said, giving him a gentle smile “You are safe, you are alive”

He slowly let his body relax in front of you. It looked like he could sense he could trust you enough to not be stiff as a board and he sat up some on the bed.

“W-who are you?”, he finally spoke

His voice, how it sounded so gentle and calm. The tone made your spine shudder, you had never heard a voice anything like his, it was serene and beautiful sounding to your ears. “A friend”, you said, softly “I found you hurt outside where I live, I thought something terrible had happened to you”

“I don’t really remember much”, he said “All I know is that I had hit my head hard and I remember feeling like I was falling from the rooftop”

You gasped softly. The rooftops here were pretty high up and to think that if he was up there and fallen from that great of height it would most likely critically injure someone let alone be fatal. “Well you are one lucky fellow to have survive something like that”, you said

“Where am I?”, he asked, looking around your room

“You are in my room, sorry about the mess, I was doing a few projects’, you said, as you stood up and started to put away a few paints and canvases back in their right place

“Man that was a hard fall”, he said, rubbing his shoulder and arm

“I put the sling on from my scarf, I didn’t know if it was broken, you should probably keep it on for a little while till the pain goes away”, you said, reassuringly

“Do you paint?”, he asked, sitting up letting his legs swing over to the side of your bed

“I do, I love to paint in my free time”, you said, with a smile looking back at him before continuing to clean up your mess “I come from a line of artists”

You didn’t notice that he was now next to you, he was that quiet. He picked up one of your canvases one you had been working on for weeks. A ninja samurai holding a katana behind his head with a cherry blossom forest background, with a golden pink sunset. “You like to paint ninjas?”, he asked, looking over at you

“I do, they mystify my mind, they bring out so much creativity and inspirations”, you said “You kind of reminded me of my work”

“Was that the only reason why you saved me?”, he asked, with a chuckle

You couldn’t help but blush and giggle a little. His chuckle was even beautiful. You were loving every single detail of this man and you just met him. “No, I saved you because you looked like you needed help and I didn’t want to risk someone ruining such as a masterpiece like yourself”

He beamed at the words and looked at you with awe. “What did you say?”, he asked

“I said a masterpiece such as yourself”, you said, with pink rising furiously in your cheeks

You could see a streak of red outline his cheek as he turned away from you with a coy smile. “Well I appreciate the kind words mam, but not a lot of people see me as a masterpiece”, he said

“Well then they think wrong”, you said, softly

He turned back slowly to you, the smile never leaving your face. “Clearly they don’t see what I see”, you said “A ninja is such a powerful, fierce strong warrior that makes a mind spark into wonder and imagination. Such detail in the moves that they make and the mystery and beauty behind the mask can leave anyone guessing to know who they are is a true masterpiece”

He was left breathless, this girl, a total stranger was actually praising him and saying what a work of art he was never to be expected. She seemed so calm and collected around him, never looked an ounce intimidated by him, his size, let alone his own species. But as he looked at her he got to get a better image of her. Her forest green eyes behind her dark blonde hair was truly a beautiful combination on a woman, he hadn’t seen it before but to him now it was even more breathtaking. The pink hellbunny dress that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly that matched her black see through tights and black combat boots. It was a different style he had yet to see, it was different but he thought it suited her perfectly. She had the Lolita princess look to her.

“What is your name?”, he asked, with a growing smile on his face

“Angelica, what is yours?”, you asked, as you looked at him with that same smile

“Leonardo..”, he said “But you just call me Leo”

“Well....its certainly nice to meet you Leo”, you said, as you both continued to smile at each other

Over the next couple of weeks you and Leo had grown closer and closer and you were loving every second of spending time with him. He made the habit of coming over in the evenings every night to see you and practice painting with you. He wanted to learn from you, he did have some practice before from his father but only was able to do Japanese symbols.

You were waiting up for him as night fell and you set your newest piece of art on the windowsill to dry. The night air was warm and would help with the drying process. A few hours afterwards you were cleaning up your supplies when a familiar shadow had cast over your hands on the table. He was here and you couldn’t help but smile. You didn’t even hear him land on your fire escape as you made your way over to the window. “I figured that you would stop to look at this one”, you said, as you sat down on the sill opposite of the painting

He was in awe. It was a painting of him. The dark blue and white outline of his body with white dots made it look like it he was a starry night sky against a yellow background and a branch of pink cherry blossoms sprinkling around him. “How did you know it was me?”, he asked, looking over to you surprised

“Cause I am not blind and not deaf”, you said, with a giggle “So what do you think?”

He looked at it again and looked back at you. “Is my head that big?”, he asked, with a chuckle

You couldn’t help but laugh softly and you went over to grab his hand. “Here come in, you are going to help me with a new idea”, you said

“Oh but I don’t look like my best”, he said, stopping you with his hand gently holding yours back “I just came from patrol”

“Relax, its nothing, it can be details”, you said, with a giggle

“No what I mean is I am a little banged up”, he said, looking down at himself

He was littered with scars and tattoos, but it didn’t phase you. It was the best details he could have that give art such character and meaning. “I can deal with it”, you said, tightening your grip on his hand “Come on”

You took him inside and you had him sit on your bed and you posed him into the position you wanted him to be in and you let your mind do the work as you let the paintbrush go over the canvas. Everything was coming together as you kept your eyes looking back at him several times to make sure you got every single detail down to the last scale on his body. His eyes never left hers, he wondered what she was thinking and painting. He never saw himself on what she sees, it was the complete opposite. She saw him as beautiful, mystifying and enticing while others would think monstrous, freakish, and horrifying. Those words would cloud his mind all the time and it was just hard for him to believe that he was like what Angelica called him, even though she assures him every time he felt low and he definitely appreciated it, sometimes it would just get the best of him. She stopped for a moment to let her hands feel along his chest and shoulders and he could just feel himself shudder at her warm touch. It felt so soft against him, it was like he was surrounded by fine silk. She was doing this to get to know more details about him, last time she did his shell and it almost made his knees buckle.

The fact that she was that close to him and was smiling and letting her fingers trace along every scale and muscle he had, was beyond what he had ever thought would happen to him. Never did he think a girl like her would interested in a mutant like himself, at least he knew that not all humans were the same and that there were good ones out there. He peeked up from her for a moment and spotted the few other paintings that were hanging in her room. Some were that of people, forests, and castles “Those your paintings too?”, he asked

“They are just practice ones I was taught before I moved my way up in painting”, you said “I try to stick with what really comes to my mind, the kind of things that let my creation run wild like a stallion galloping in the fields”

“You could add that your list of art to create”, he said

“Yeah maybe”, you said, with a giggle “But right now I am more into a young artist seeks deep spiritual connection with the mysterious blue turtle ninja, you are my best inspiration yet Leo”

“Would you still think of me the same if I wasn’t a giant turtle?”, he asked, looking away before getting up from her bed

“Of course I would, even if you weren’t a ninja I would still think of you the same”, you said, walking up behind him placing a hand on his shoulder

“You just don’t know what it is like having to hide in the darkness afraid of what people are going to do what they are going to say....calling you a freak or a monster, threatening to have you locked away”, he said, sounding upset shaking his head

You let a sigh escape your lips as you turned him around to face you. “Leonardo I may not know anything like that....how many ninjas besides your own brothers have you met?”, you asked

He stuttered trying to answer, but you interrupted him. “None right?”, you said “But you dared to step out there everyday despite being different, you did what you loved and did your duty to keep people safe and felt like it was the most rewarding thing in the world. So why stop now?”

You turned back to your canvas picking up your brush. “You going to let me finish?”, you asked, with a smile

He slowly took in the words of wisdom you shared. You were right. You were right 100% and he had to love himself for who he was and he had living proof that you thought of him as someone who is different but in a special good way. He let his smile come back up to his lips as he sat back down on your bed. “Of course”, he said “I’ll let the artist finish her work”

She smiled and she begin to finish her masterpiece. He smiled as he thought of her words long and hard, he was happy to have her as a friend and companion. One he can open up to and share everything with. He only hopes one day he can tell you how he really feels about you when he is ready.

@jaroffangurl

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

I have a bunch of thoughts about the War of the Spark novel but I JUST DISCOVERED THERE ARE JAPANESE ANIME VERSIONS OF ALL THE PLANESWALKERS IN THIS SET AND I NEED TO RATE THEM ALL LET’S GO

First off, all images are from here, and credit to their respective artists (listed on the card). In color order, we have:

Karn, the Great Creator: Looks pretty much the same. Like the warping effect of the scenery around him though, and he looks really mad. Minus points for forgetting he wears pants now, but the English artist forgot too so I can’t ding them too hard. 6/10.

Ugin, the Ineffable: All of Ugin’s cards kinda look like this, but there’s not much else you can do with him. Like the more aggressive action pose than his English art. 6/10 did not need the crotch shot though.

Gideon Blackblade: The English art is actually way more anime than this one. This Gideon just looks bored. 3/10.

Teyo, the Shieldmage: Now this is what I’m talking about. Clearly an anime take on the same model as the photorealistic English art, but jazzed up with a super-cool action pose as befits someone in the middle of a massive war. 10/10.

The Wanderer: The Wanderer already had a super-anime look and this art brings it home. Love the slash extending over the text box. Looks like the scene that comes right before the English art, like this is the freeze-frame ninja slash and the English one is the walking away while your enemy slowly falls down dead. 9/10.

Jace, Wielder of Mysteries: IT’S JOJO’S JACE. JOJACE. Jace never gets to have cool action poses and this one is long overdue. He is definitely about to wield a mystery into an Eternal’s face. 10/10 go get ‘em Jace.

Kasmina, Enigmatic Mentor: Hard to pin down the exact difference, but I like this art way less than the English version. I had to double-check to make sure it was the same character; it’s so generic and has none of the same vibe. Then again the English version was done by Villeneuve so maybe it’s not a fair competition. 2/10.

Narset, Parter of Veils: This is a beautiful portrait of Narset back when she was 12. Anime has a major problem drawing any woman between the age of 18 and 65 and Narset is just the first victim in this list. Everything else looks amazing; it’s especially a shame here because Narset has that flowing kung-fu silks look that’s right in the anime wheelhouse. 5/10 what could have been.

Davriel, Rogue Shadowmage: He MAD. Almost too mad. Davriel looks so much bigger and scarier in this art that I had to make sure it wasn’t Ob Nixilis. Super-cool final boss style but maybe too super-cool for someone who’s actually a skinny Innistrad shut-in. Kinda generic pose too. 6/10.

Liliana, Dreadhorde General: They brought in Yoshitaka Amano for the mythic, huh? I know I dinged Narset for looking 12 and this Lili looks even younger (if possible) but Amano does have this weird abstracted style and the rest of her looks real spooky. She looks more like a yokai than a person - like this is something you’d get killed by at the finale of a really spooky Japanese horror game. Normally that’d be a good look for Lili but this is the one set where she’s supposed to be at least a little human, so 8/10.

Ob Nixilis, the Hate-Twisted: Big mad demon lad. Not a lot you can do with Ob Nixilis, really. 5/10 did their best with generic material.

Chandra, Fire Artisan: Chandra in the English art always looks like she’s about to throw a fireball, but never does. Now she finally gets to. It’s a generic anime action pose but not one we’ve gotten with Chandra so I’m for it, and she doesn’t look toooooo twelve. Maybe 15. Good colors. 9/10 nice Kirby hand.

Jaya, Venerated Firemage: Was worried about this one because anime doesn’t handle older women well in art, but it’s not too bad. Clearly different from Chandra’s art, which is always gonna be a problem when they’re in the same set. Like her neat twirly staff trick. Something is weird about her face though. Like it was painted on after the rest of it. IDK. 6/10.

Sarkhan, the Masterless: This is the only time I’ve actually been intimidated by Sarkhan. 9/10 doesn’t have a dragon in the art.

Tibalt, Rakish Instigator: Similar to the above, this is the only time I’ve been interested in Tibalt as a character. A way better rendition of the epithet “Rakish Instigator.” Absolutely your friend’s Problematic Fave from an anime they describe as “Hellsing but with more magical girls.” 10/10 would make an excellent Bloodborne NPC.

Arlinn, Voice of the Pack: Same as Narset, this is great art of Arlinn like thirty years ago. Love the dynamic pose (though I can’t figure out what her hand is doing with that hammer), but real Arlinn is a battle-scarred Sigourney Weaver and there aren’t even any wolves. 4/10 needs more wolves.

Jiang Yanggu, Wildcrafter: This one is kinda cheating since Jiang was developed specifically for the Chinese market and is basically an anime character already, but still. Look how pumped he is. Look at Mowu. Look how good of a boy he is. If this were the English art people would be getting mad that he doesn’t look Chinese but that’s a whole stew of identity issues I’m not getting anywhere near. 8/10 adorable good boyes.

Nissa, Who Shakes The World: I’m not...No. I’m not going anywhere near this. Gross. 0/10 keep it on your deviantart page.

Vivien, Champion of the Wilds: What did I just say about Nissa? What did I just say. The action lines swooping out of the art across the frame & text box are cool and that’s the only reason it gets a point. 1/10.

Ajani, the Greathearted: He is a big pretty kitty but honestly this art is kind of a letdown. Given anime’s love of cat-people, this is the place where I’d expect the fanservice, but it’s just basically a model-sheet pose of Ajani. Looks like a bad alter of Brimaz, King of Oreskos. Honestly I’d have expected the English version of this card to be the Japanese one, and vice versa. 3/10 he still a big fluffy kitty.

Domri, Anarch of Bolas: This is RAD. If Domri had to bow out (spoilers) this is the kind of card art to do it on. Beautiful colors, furious pose, avoids the “young boy or butch lesbian” look that most of his other art falls into (that’s not a joke; I’ve fielded multiple questions about his gender from confused new players). Any feral teenager would be thrilled to look this badass. Gruul SMASH. 10/10.

Nicol Bolas, Dragon-God: Is this another artist like Amano who has a kinda stylized look? Because otherwise this is just...bad. Not at all befitting of a dragon-god. You’d think with all of Ravnica before him he’d be able to do better. 2/10.

Ral, Storm Conduit: Honestly can’t decide how I feel about this art. The detail is amazing and the lightning is killer but there’s just something weird about Ral. Maybe he’s not smirking enough. Maybe his legs are too big. I want to like this more than I do, but I don’t. 7/10.

Sorin, Vengeful Bloodlord: I’m so mad about this art because it makes Sorin look way cooler than he has any right to. The sword, the coat, the swirling ribbons of blood. But anime’s always had a way with vampires, so Sorin is the undeserving beneficiary of a skilled Jojo’s upgrade. 8/10 it was ME ALL ALONG yeah you know the joke.

Tamiyo, Collector of Tales: Tamtam’s another character whose East Asian origin makes her very well-suited to the anime look. In fact I’d say her white skin and complicated ears/headdress look turns out better in an anime style than a photorealistic one. Her skeptical look and halo of floating scrolls are just the icing on the cake. 9/10 dinged a point because the happy Ravnica skyline behind her is a weird choice and ill-suited to the mood.

Teferi, Time Raveler: Anime seems to do a lot better with middle-aged men than middle-aged women. A perfectly serviceable, if bland, Teferi. 5/10.

Angrath, Captain of Chaos: He EXTREMELY MAD. Angrath’s signature red-hot chains are perfect for a swirling anime post and the artist took good advantage of them. If anything he’s almost too bestial, though - Angrath is actually a loving family man and blacksmith who’s so furious because he was trapped on Ixalan for decades away from his home and loved ones. 7/10 somehow too mad.

Ashiok, Dream Render: Now that’s how you draw an inscrutable dream-creature who wields your deepest nighmares. 10/10 love the way they seem to be looking the player in the eye, as if they’re about to conjure your specific personal fears.

Dovin, Hand of Control: Perfectly serviceable Dovin art but I don’t like the thopters and that is unforgiveable. 0/10 because fuck this guy, seriously, and 0/10 on the English art for also having bad thopters while we’re at it.

Huatli, the Sun’s Heart: Huatli also suffering a little de-aging here but I’ll let it slide because she absolutely looks like the main character of a cult 90s anime and I would watch the hell out of it. Major Nausicaa vibe here, but with dinosaurs. Sign me up. 9/10 bad riding posture though.

Kaya, Bane of the Dead: Kaya with the straight-up Ghibli treatment here. There’s nothing technically wrong here but it’s totally the wrong mood and pose for her. I’d watch that Ghibli movie though. 4/10.

Kiora, Behemoth-Beckoner: A pretty literal interpretation of the epithet but who cares, it’s badass and way more tasteful than I feared we might get for the one planeswalker who could plausibly be drawn with tentacles. Love the attention paid to the water and the details of it splashing off her fins. 8/10 is that a walrus? but like with tusks on the bottom jaw? upside down walrus?

Nahiri, Storm of Stone: Repeat after me: NAHIRI IS LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD. SHE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE SHE’S FOURTEEN. She looks in her twenties at the youngest. Reminds me of Mara Sov from Destiny, who is also thousands of years old, looks in her twenties, and gets drawn like she’s 12. Even apart from the de-aging this is just awkward art. The pose is bizarre, the background is weirdly photorealistic, and Nahiri has no expression. 3/10 at least it isn’t a boobs & butt pose.

Saheeli, Sublime Artificer: I...do not know what is going on here with Saheeli’s face. Or her body proportions, really. I guess it’s supposed to be foreshortened but her gormless expression and the weird Lisa Frank colors make me think of a Disney Channel cartoon about planeswalkers. The beautiful detail on the flowing metal is nice but the rest is just strange. 4/10 nice metal dragon though.

Samut. Tyrant-Smasher: I really like this art but it makes me think a lot of people are going to make jokes about Samut “looking like a man” or “barely being a woman,” especially since her name isn’t very clearly gendered, and that just makes me sad. The art itself is nice and totally on-model for her, though her shoulders are kind of weirdly broad and it’s a shame they didn’t take advantage of the anime style to do some cool speed lines like her haste-powers need. 8/10 good righteous avenger look.

Vraska, Swarm’s Eminence: Oh maaaaaan, I want to complain about the cartoonishly-young look and the weirdly-realistic background that makes her look composited in, but the artist really nailed that regal pose and took full advantage of her swirling snake-hair. This is definitely a Vraska both large and in charge. 7/10 you still get dinged for de-aging and also is she sitting or standing, it’s hard to tell.

#Magic: the Gathering #War of the Spark #planeswalker art #Japanese card art! #I judge people who have way more talent than me #Magic: the Where Did All My Money Go

[demialwrites]

Kitty Kompanion Ch 9

You had plenty of time on your hands sitting at your desk at work. You got into brewing coffee properly and ordered better coffee grounds than the watchpoint previously had. Other agents besides Angela started stopping by for your coffee. You became known for it. Angela noticed you weren't drinking it yourself and bought a separate machine to keep yourself stocked with decaf.

"There's money for this?" you asked. "When I joined, I was sleeping in a cot."

Angela shot you a knowing look with eyebrows high and said, "Investors."

You let that sink in, then you asked, "So people know about us then?"

"Ah, they did since the museum mission."

"Oh," you replied. You did remember seeing it in the news online. "Well, then, how come no one's tried to stop us besides Talon?"

She shrugged.

"I don't have time for politics. I just want you all to be healthy."

You nodded and smiled.

"Of course."

Angela sipped her coffee with both hands on the mug. She walked over towards her office, her stocky heels tock tock tocking along the sterile floor.

She spun on her heel back to you.

"Genji didn't mention the investor money? That man is half the reason we got those investors, eliminating key Talon underlings. Come to think of it, that might be why no one's up in arms. Must be convenient for certain governments."

She wrinkled her nose.

"You don't seem happy about this," you stated.

"It's not right. So many statements were made that Overwatch couldn't be trusted, but now it's alright to give us funds? And in secret, as well."

Seems the issue had been festering beneath her hard work and optimism, as she gestured passionately with her free hand as she spoke. It was probably even more frustrating that she knew the funds were helping her treat agents, as well. She couldn't turn the help down. You felt for her, but you were more interested in what Angela told you about what Genji was doing. He never told you exactly what he was doing. Because he was a senior agent, you assumed he knew what he was doing. Maybe it's time to ask.

The rest of the day went really well. To your delight, the babies got more active in the afternoon. You absentmindedly rubbed each spot they kicked; it was a little unnerving to see the skin stretch out like that. Genji kept sending you dick pics at random times throughout the day, along with a message that he'd call later. Good, you could ask him then. Genji seemed to be enjoying himself taking the photos, becoming more enthusiastic. Adding ridiculously seductive faces. Bending over to pretend to suck himself off. To be honest, you were just glad to see him at all. The naughty nature of it was secondary. And seeing his face made you more excited than usual for his video call that night.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he began the call with. "So every time I do, I send you a picture."

"Me?" You didn't feel attractive. You felt like a beached beluga. "I am huge!"

"I know! It's so cute." Genji whispered the last word reverently.

Genji dropped into a cross-legged position. The video feed was jostled as he did so, and he plopped his metal-enforced chin in his palm to gaze at you. The way he smiled at you with genuine love in his eyes made you feel unexpectedly naked to your feline lover. You blushed and dipped your chin.

Genji adjusted his legs, settling back into the same position. The end of his tail whipped back and forth.

"I wish to be home," he said. "With you."

You agreed with all your heart, of course. But you also fidgeted, unused to the sudden laser focus of Genji's attention.

"Genji, I, uhh..."

"Hm?"

"I wanted to ask you about something."

"Anything."

"What is it you're doing out there? I know that you're working hard, but..."

Genji pulled his tail forward to hang onto it. His expression faltered as he explained up front that it was very dangerous what he was doing. However, he was the only one able to pull off these missions. Not even Hanzo could.

"Don't tell Hanzo, but if not for his dragons, I might be the stronger warrior," Genji murmured quietly to you as if his brother might overhear.

You shook your head, amused at his boast.

He went on to confidently state that he was taking the utmost care not to get into trouble. Hanzo was there to back him up on most of the assassination missions, anyway. You don't know why Genji looked worried a minute ago. Everything added up in your mind. All you had to do was wait for the babies to come, with increasing discomfort.

Honestly, you had forgotten about the details of the birth. Hid from them, mentally. Things were going to be fine, though. With Angela, the best surgeon in the world as far as you knew in charge of the cesarean, Genji to be back in time to support you, and Talon being managed, there was no need to worry.

The next day, you nearly didn't make it out of bed. You couldn't believe you could get more tired. It couldn't be from all the hauling around of your extra weight. It wasn't /that/ much extra weight; you just looked ready to explode with babies. You're bent slightly backwards trying to manage waddling around the watchpoint.

Since it's very obvious that you're pregnant and near the end, you can't escape the comments. The first time you stumbled upon everyone having a lunch together in the mess hall, you were greeted with happy applause. You couldn't decide if you wanted to waddle back out the door or enjoy the attention.

"Where's the father?!" Reinhardt asked from his seat at the table. "He should be here to carry you wherever you go."

He was only teasing, but it did sting in the slightest. You found a seat next to Angela, nearly falling into her lap on the way down. You adjusted yourself for the most comfort you were going to get. Which wasn't much. Reinhardt beams at you and looks ready to offer to carry you around for the rest of your term in Genji's stead.

"Where's Winston?" you asked Angela. You took her hand and put it to your stomach. She liked to feel the babies move, and it was nice to be touched by someone who cared while Genji was gone.

She starts droning a list, "Being a workaholic. Not listening to me. Eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Ugh. His only concession was using whole wheat bread."

"Maybe he's making up for my not working at all," you quipped.

"Your job is to eat for three!" said Tracer, pushing a small plate towards you with a lemon danish on it.

You happily pounced on it, while conversations continued around you.

One agent stopped eating and checked their buzzing phone. They frowned at the screen. Then another took out their phone, then another. Pretty soon everyone had their intense gazes trained on their little screens. You only noticed when you finished inhaling the danish.

Chairs scraping back against the floor and the drumming of shoed footsteps alerted and startled you. Everyone was clearing out. Angela placed her hand on your shoulder before getting up.

"Emergency," she said. "I'll explain when I can."

It was serious. That's all you could tell.

Mercy called your phone herself later, instead of going through Athena with a transmission.

"I'm sorry, Dear," she said.

"Why?"

Panic bubbled up in your chest.

"It's Genji," she said. "He missed three check-ins. We really don't know what happened."

"I see."

You answered because it was expected of you. Mercy explained that they were all searching in small teams. She said some other things, but you only remembered that Genji was missing and they were looking. She tried to reassure you and then hung up.

You wandered around with only half your mental capacities working. Useless. You hated it, but you couldn't do anything else. Genji promised he'd be home. He promised. You kept checking the messages from Angela to see if you read them wrong. With both palms pressed to your bulging belly, you couldn't answer the question of what you'd do if he didn't come back to you.

You did know what you'd do if he came back alive, you mused, narrowing your eyes and dropping into the nearest chair. You tapped your foot on the floor and balling your fists tightly against your stomach. You pictured your open hand slapping Genji across the face for doing this to you.

The image was vague, so it slipped from your mind easily. You wilted over, almost bursting into tears. You couldn't hurt Genji, even if he hurt you. You didn't mean it, you were just frustrated and alone.

Hanzo had this honourable notion in his mind that it was his job to protect you while Genji could not. He obtained permission to go off-duty to do just that. He returned to the watchpoint to inform you of his intentions to make sure Genji came back to find you safe and sound. You had a vague, agreeable answer. You looked so lost. Didn't say much. It melted some of the ice Hanzo had frozen his own heart with.

Maybe he could be a good uncle and make up for being such a terrible brother, he thought...

Hanzo had no time for such musings. He set about guarding you from the shadows.

He disappeared, and you gave it little thought. You knew he was a ninja, and you were used to Genji and Hanzo's brand of weird. Not to mention, you had more immediate issues to deal with. One was practically living on the toilet. Before Angela left, she confirmed for you, with her lips twitching almost into an amused smile, that the baby girl was head down on your bladder.

Hanzo spent a lot of time outside of your window, hidden in the shadows on the nearest rocky wall of the mountain of Gibraltar. His ears twitched every which way, listening to every little sound. You barely left your room, since you no longer had a job. You slept a lot. You read digital books a lot. You cried a little. Hanzo's heart melted some more.

That made him grimace in frustration that Genji's precious Overwatch had not found and brought him home yet. Dr. Ziegler was forced to return back to the base as the date for your cesarean was approaching very soon. That gave Hanzo an idea. He should bring Genji home.

You would have convinced Hanzo to stay. You're sure it's what Genji wanted. But you were asleep, so off he went.

#genji x reader #female reader #fluff #angst #my shit

[otonymous]

Vicarious Pleasures (SLBP Genya x Sakuya - NSFW)

Description: Sakuya makes the best out of being caught between a rock and a hard place. Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Trigger warning: violence against MC is alluded to. Word Count: 1137 words (~6 mins of smut/angst) Author’s Notes: In anticipation of SLBP’s release of Sakuya’s POV story, here’s my take on what goes on inside Sakuya’s head when faced with the MC in Genya’s main story.  Happy reading!   AO3: Read here

Tagging:  @guacameowle because everything you write is fire 🔥 and I still have yet to recover from your SLBP lords kink headcanons

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Sakuya’s breath came hard and fast as he lay on the floor of an abandoned shack in the forest, the musty smell of rotting wood competing with the incessant droning of an army of cicadas to draw his attention.  But the shinobi is otherwise occupied in trying to settle a heart sent racing by a dangerous mixture of exertion, anger…and jealousy.  For every time his memory conjures up the image of her entangled in Genya’s limbs, the sour clench of his gut renews his heart’s attempt to beat its way out of his chest.

Sakuya understood his duty well: that as a shinobi, he was a puppet on a string, each movement carefully dictated by the elders of the village or the lord he served.  A good shinobi was a sharpened blade, neither thinking nor feeling.  And so it was that Sakuya hollowed himself from the inside out until nothing remained but a dying wind whistling though a long abandoned home.  There would be no pain if there was no heart to break in the first place.  At least, that was what he kept telling himself.

He had an inkling his good-for-nothing brother was harbouring her, the Mitsuba fugitive worth her weight in gold because she alone held the key to the Dragon’s Tears.  But his suspicions were confirmed when he saw her there in the dilapidated temple, and for the first time in a long while, Sakuya was thankful for Genya’s existence.  It allowed him to continue his masquerade, grasping for the slightest pretence to stretch his mission out for just a little longer without arousing suspicion from Iga.  For every time his hands reached out to encircle the delicate column of her neck, he felt his lungs constrict in a painful reminder of his fundamental flaw: that time did nothing to dull the intensity of the love he felt for a woman he was destined to kill.

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Although the light of the lone lantern in the temple barely illuminated anything beyond its tiny radius, a clear image of her face contorted in passion was burned into Sakuya’s mind.  Hidden beneath the floorboards, the ninja blinked at the narrowed vision above him, as if in utter disbelief that the bossy girl who used to wear flower crowns and force salves on him could wear such an expression at all.  With every slapping thrust of Genya’s hips against her shapely ass, her face dropped lower and lower to the ground, until Sakuya thought he could feel a hint of her panting breath on his lips even as her moans resounded in his ears.  

He would not be fulfilling his mission tonight, and in retrospect, should have left while they were occupied.  However he felt about him, Sakuya had no desire to fight his twin.  But the sight of her, brazenly beautiful and lost in pleasure, held him like a magnet.  So he found himself caught like a rat in a cramped crevice, thinking of how wonderful it would be if he could possess Genya like a ghost and feel the softness of her skin for himself.    

“C’mon, let’s blow this out so we can see how wild you really get.”  

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, Genya’s hearty chuckle following on the heels of a sharp slap to skin and the chastising whine of his name.  Fists clenched tightly by his side, Sakuya felt the flames of anger lick at every tensed muscle in his body and he fought desperately to keep control.  In spite of this, the younger Fujibayashi twin found that the cover of night sharpened all his other senses, allowing his imagination to run unbridled in the most indulgent of directions.

There, in the midst of sighs and conjoined shadows, it was Sakuya’s hands running through her hair, fingers gently entwining around silken tresses as he lays her down on the same bed of clovers they frolicked in as children.  Melodic moans flow from lips parted just for him, and the ninja finds a certain satisfaction from hearing her voice muffled by the hungry press of his mouth against hers.  He imagines she would taste sweet under the broad strokes of his tongue, and revels in the thought that he would detect the faint scent of herbs even on the tender skin of her breasts.

Sakuya shifts imperceptibly in his self-imposed prison, his hand silently burrowing through layers of clothing until he finds the solid heat of his cock.  As his cool fingers drag lightly up his growing length, lingering about the tip to smear his arousal in lazy circles around and under the sensitive head, he thinks he would like to teach her how he wanted to be touched, just as she would tell him how many fingers he could comfortably fuck her with.  

He would take his time, really savour her, one hand resting on her hip as the other trailed up the soft flesh of her stomach, stretched out below the woman who occupied his mind like no other as she impaled herself upon him like a willing sacrifice.  And when the moon reached its apex in the night sky to bathe her in a halo of light, his ethereal goddess would clench in pleasure around him to draw out the offering of his own release.

“Hahh, Gen—!”

She gasps, the sound cutting through Sakuya’s reverie to freeze his hand in place where it had started to pump in earnest.  He listens intently to the limbs shifting overhead until they settle, allowing the sounds of a rhythmic squelching to rise to the fore just as his nose detects the heady scent of their intimacy.  The increasing intensity of her whimpers comes through in broken sobs, as if voiced behind the press of a large, strong hand.  And then, they cease completely only to be replaced by the sound of her panting, periodically punctuated by Genya’s shuddering groans.  At last, the screaming silence of their slowing hearts finally signals Sakuya to take his leave.

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“Enjoy the show?”

Genya drawls, already dressed and waiting on the temple steps when his younger brother reemerges into the night.  Sakuya’s steps falter for a second before he recovers, briskly putting distance between himself and Genya without deigning to throw a glance in his twin’s direction.  That is, until Genya says, without a hint of a smile in his voice,

“Just so you know, I’m not giving up on her.”

The ice in Sakuya’s sapphire eyes does nothing to temper the boiling rage in his chest as he trains his gaze on Genya, his determination meeting its match in carmine irises.  

“Neither am I.”

And the last thing Sakuya hears before he hurriedly escapes into the dense thicket of the forest is her voice from inside the temple, calling his brother’s name.

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#slbp #samurai love ballad party #slbp sakuya #fujibayashi sakuya #slbp genya #fujibayashi genya #fujibayashi twins #fanfic #slbp fic #my writing #slbp fanfic #slbp smut #slbp genya fic #slbp sakuya fic

[fluffyllamas-23]

Thank you for this, @ninja-kitty-more-like-no! I really loved this idea omg. Sorry it took me ten thousand years to write this. This is also v short and I apologize but I couldn't get any more out of it XD

Prompt: Shiro tries to claw off his arm in a half asleep daze

So this turned into a sickfic and I have no regrets (although ninja kitty might have a different opinion lol)

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Shiro was lying on his bed, the same place he had been for the last day and a half, the fever ravaging his body. It was pushing almost 104.3, and made no sign of going down anytime soon, despite the pain medication, IV, and cooling cloths they had given him. His shirt was off, skin slick with sweat as he tossed and turned in fevered discomfort.

This had all come on so quickly, and hit him with a staggering intensity.

They had returned from a mission, and after they were decontaminated, a very pale looking Shiro announced he wasn't feeling well and was going to lie down. This alone had alarmed his team. Shiro wasn't one to admit when he was under the weather, rather, he pushed through until he was near comatose.

Hours later, when they hadn't heard a peep from Shiro, Pidge went to check on him. She nearly had a heart attack when she found him unresponsive on the floor. After they got him to the med bay (the healing pods didn't work for this, they quickly learned), Allura ran every test possible to check and see what it was.

It wasn't an alien virus like they had feared, which was good, in a sense, except, they still didn't know what it was. Pidge guessed it was a flu bug of some sort (and a bad one at that).

“I worry for him.” Allura sighed, crossing her arms as she looked over at the head of Voltron.

“Us too.” Hunk said quietly.

They were taking turns at his bedside, rotating through the team. Currently, it was Keith’s turn, and he was sitting on the edge of the chair, his face pinched with worry and anxiety as he stared unmoving at the older man.

Shiro awoke with a start, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he thrashed around, whimpering “no” over and over again. He ripped out his IV and Keith was on his feet in an instant.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Keith said, trying to pin Shiro’s shoulders down (it didn't work - even weak with illness, Shiro was still much stronger than him). He dodged as Shiro swung his arm out with a sloppy, weak punch. The others went to move towards him, but Keith instructed them to give him Shiro space. Shiro was already confused and panicked, the last thing he needed was a bunch of people crowding him.

Shiro’s hand went to his metal arm, and then he was clawing at it, trying to pull it off.

“Shiro. Shiro, stop.” Keith said, tugging away Shiro’s hand. “Hey, relax. Hey, it's me, it's Keith. You're safe.”

After a few moments of weak struggling, Shiro blinked heavily, and looked at Keith.

“Huh?”

“Your brain is frying, dude. Relax, you're safe. Go back to sleep.”

Shiro’s eyelids slid shut.

Keith stuck the thermometer in Shiro’s ear, and then breathed a sigh of relief when the numbers beeped in at 103.8. It wasn't ideal by any means, but it was going down.

He would be okay, and that's all that mattered.

#Prompt fill #voltron #shiro #keith #hunk #allura #Pidge #lol I forgot to put Lance in oops #he's there he's just…staying silent #I guess? #thank you for this omg #fever #flu #sickfic #poor shiro is so feverish and out of it