#spiky hair and sharp glasses

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 11

strangers - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 1,578

warnings: swearing, regular smut warnings, squirting, oral (m!receiving), iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer can make a girl lose her sanity and that’s canon in my head

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“Who’s this for?”

You eyed the murky golden liquid in the glass the bartender had just set down in front of you before looking up at him in question. The bartender jerked his head to the side in response.

“He says it’s on him.”

You followed his gaze over to the other side of the circular bar, eyes meeting with the man sitting there, alone like you were, staring directly back at you as if waiting for you to see him.

Your breath hitched. Oh, he was gorgeous.

The red lights in the club bounced off his frame, highlighting the built muscles stretching under his t-shirt. Half his face was in shadow, yet you could make out the strong jut of his jaw, the pierce of his stare, closely cropped spiky hair. He lifted a glass up to his lips, one that you followed eagerly with your eyes, and took a small sip. You gulped.

It took half an hour for him to slam your front door behind the two of you, pushing you into the wall with his frame before his lips met yours in a fiery kiss. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt like it was offending you, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and run your hands all over his body, feel how his muscles shifted and moved as he did unspeakable things to you-

“Fuck.” He groaned into your neck, teeth sinking into your skin as his hands slid under your skirt and grabbed handfuls of your ass so you would arch into him. You whined at the sting of his bite, feeling your core clench around nothing.

“T-take this off.” You whimpered until he pulled back, tugging his shirt off his to reveal beautiful expanse of bronzed skin. You wasted no time in running your fingers up his arms, the flex of his biceps, his shoulders, tense and ready. His abs clenched as you brushed over them, and you felt your mouth water when you touched the v-line that led to his pants.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whispered, looking up at his face again. His eyebrows shot up in shock before a smirk tugged up the corner of his lips.

“And here I was, thinking you were one of the shy ones.” His voice was so husky that you moaned. He reached a hand up to tangle in your hair, pushing down on your head.

“C’mon then, sweetheart. Get on your knees.”

You nearly came.

You lowered yourself down, trembling hands undoing the button on his jeans, eyes never leaving the bulge that was struggling to get out from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you stared at his dick, long and thick and flushed in a furious maroon color. You could feel his smirk as he stared down at you, but your eyes never left his crotch. You licked your lips, unable to wait a second longer.

His groan was heavenly when you took him into your mouth, as far as he would go, too impatient to work him in properly. You didn’t take the time to slowly relax your throat around him. You were in no mood to go slow. You wanted to choke on him and have him fuck your face hard and rough until your mind was too foggy to register anything around you.

Why else would you hook up with a complete stranger?

“Jesus fuck.” The man swore, hand tightening in your hair and groaning loud when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as your eyes watered. You struggled to breathe through your nose, pushing forward again and moaning long and loud, nose brushing against the skin of his pelvis. A sharp tug immediately pulled you off his cock, making you gasp and whine at the loss. One more tug and you were stumbling onto your feet. You met his eyes then, breath hitching at how dilated his pupils were, at how his lids had fallen to half open, looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too good at that, princess.” He groaned, stepping forward so your body was once again pressed to the wall behind you. “But I wanna cum with my cock deep in your pussy instead.”

You moaned and flushed at his statement. The foul language coming from him was turning you on immensely, the thought of some unknown man stripping you of your clothes and talking about how your pussy would feel around his cock made you clench hard, feeling wetness run down your thighs. He hooked a hand behind your knee, pulling your leg up so you were spread for him, the other hand reaching up to run through your folds, making you whine and jerk up at the contact.

‘You’re soaked, baby.” He cooed, breath hot on your neck. The tip of his finger prodded at your entrance, and you moved into his touch, making him chuckle.

“I- please,” your voice trembled. “Please.”

He wrapped the leg he was holding around his waist, supporting your weight and lifting the other leg around him too, pressing you into the wall. His cock brushed your slit, head breaching your hole and making you arch into him.

“The name’s Hajime.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Scream it, princess.”

With that, he slammed his cock into you.

You screamed and arched, breath knocked out of you when he wasted no time in picking up the speed, cock pounding into you over and over with no signs of stopping. Your hands shot up, trying to find purchase over the wide expanse of his sweaty back, nails digging into his skin. You cried and gasped, arching into the amazing feeling as his cock tore through you, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had, tingling nerves that had never been touched before, his skin sliding against your own and his breath hot on your neck.

“H-Hajime!” You weeped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his hair, unable to breathe properly when the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. You jerked and wailed at the feeling. His lips curled up into a smirk against your neck.

“Found it.” He whispered, angling his hips so it would hit the same spot over and over again. Tears streamed down your face and you shrieked, struggling against his hold, which only tightened, locked you in place so he could pound into you, stimulating every fiber of your body until your head was spinning, until it was too much-

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, nails digging so hard into his back that they broke the skin. But you didn’t care, not when your core was clenching around him for dear life, not when he was hitting your spot so wonderfully. And not when you knew what was going to happen when you came. You could feel it. This build up was too familiar to ignore.

“Hajime, I’m- I’m gonna make a mess.” You whined, feeling fresh tears pour from your eyes. He lifted his head from your neck, eyes meeting your wet ones. His pupils were blown. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his hair was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks held the most beautiful maroon flush you had ever seen. You felt your core tighten at the sight.

He smirked as he looked at you, at how destroyed you were. “You’re gonna make a mess?” He grunted, speed picking up even more. You screamed again.

“Yes!” You arched your back, eyes squeezing shut. You felt no shame in that moment, despite how dirty it was. Oh, it was filthy, warning this stranger who had his cock inside you that he was fucking you so good you were about to squirt on him. It made your eyes roll back. And all it did was turn you on more.

“Fuck.” He choked out. “Do it, baby. C’mon. Wanna feel you gush all over my cock. C’mon princess, cum all over me.”

And that’s all it took. You wailed as your vision blacked out, every muscle in your body seizing as you felt wetness gather all over your crotch and his. Your lungs refused to expand with air, choking and gasping as your body jerked and tensed, mind turned to mush at the intensity of your orgasm. You barely registered Hajime groaning and stilling, emptying himself into you and digging his teeth into your neck as you went limp in his arms.

All was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. When your eyes met his again, he gave you a lazy smile.

“Wow.” His voice was raspy and broken. You choked out a laugh.

“We didn’t even make it to your bedroom.” He continued, pulling out of you and moving to set you down. Your legs gave out when your feet hit the ground, making Hajime tense and hold on to you tighter. You stared at each other for a few seconds before he snorted.

“Alright, c’mon Bambi.” He lifted you up again, bridal style, walking further into your house. He stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at you sheepishly. You laughed.

“Bathroom is the first door on the left.” You grinned at him. He started walking, a softer smile on his face.

“You never told me your name, princess.”

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[thenonweeknd]

Miguel O'Hara Imagine

(NOTE: Biker! Miguel O'Hara AU)

୨୧┄┈୨୧‧⁺̣˚̣̣̣̩⋆̩·̩̩୨˚̣̣̣̣͙୧·̩̩⋆̩̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧୨୧┈┈୨୧

The bar was bustling with people talking and the sounds of music blasting through speakers that were tossed around the bar. The layout of the bar was simple, a large, bright flashing dance floor right in the middle, with different bars lined around them.

Her finger traced around the rim of the glass in front of her, filled of who knows what. It was dangerous, sure, but it's not like she cared. Her mind was blank, but all the same was clouded with dazed thoughts and words. She felt drunk for sure, but it wasn't the good drunk. She felt the shitty drunk. She thought to herself however, she hadn't drunk anything but a tequila shot earlier. Her gaze snaps off of the glass as a loud roar is heard from outside the bar.

You look towards the entrance, eyebrows knitted together in confusion and interest. A few others looked towards the doorway, mostly drunk out of their minds.

Then, he stepped in.

His gaze was sharp, covered by a pair of black shades. Behind him, three similar men were around him. They all looked similar--black leather jackets and tight fitted jeans, with heavy boots. The main guy you could presume had rings all over his fingers, a few bracelets on his veiny wrists. His hair was a dark brown, slicked back and spiky. His eyes glowed…red!

You frown slightly, thinking it was a bit weird for such an eye color. As he looks around the bar, you avert your gaze, looking back down at the glass in front of you. You can hear their boots traveling across the floor, soft laughter coming from them. The main guy remained silent, a stern gaze on his face. They move towards the back of the bar, where you were. They sat down a few seats down from you, ordering shots and beer. You try not to look over at them, gulping nervously.

But you fail.

You glance over at them with curious eyes, only to find him looking at you already. You quickly look away, feeling your face heat up. He was even handsomer up close. Sharp jawline, sharp canines that complemented his plump pink lips. God, you thought you were melting. Your heart raced until a husky and charming voice spoke.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone, espléndida?"

Part two? ¯_㋡_/¯

#miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse

[corpsebasil]

NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS

dear God he's so handsome I can't do this

Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.

"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"

When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)

"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"

"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."

"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."

"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"

"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.

"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."

"She'll look like a damn disco ball."

"Lets see you come up with--"

"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.

"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."

"I am certainly imagining it."

"Picture it. Picture it vividly."

"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.

"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."

"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."

"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."

"Why thank you. I always say--"

"You always say--?"

"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.

"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."

"Mhmm."

"Nik."

If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.

Lol

I need him

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone imagine #the hunger games au #catching fire #the hunger games

[lipstickhotchocolate]

Kind of want to combine my hyperfixations and redesign Stardew bachelorettes and bachelors in various eras of vintage fashion?

If I don’t end up drawing this, here’s my general vision so far just because (yes I am skipping the 30s and 40s because I don’t find them as visually interesting):

20s:

Penny. Her hair reminds me a lot of the pinned up faux bobs that flappers would wear and I think she would look AMAZING in a drop waist and cloche hat.

Krobus. His little trench coat get up gives me sort of 1920s Agatha Christie detective novel vibes.

50s:

Shane, because I think he would look dapper with a kind of Cary Grant and Marlon Brando hybrid inspired look? Like with sharp lines and but because he’s messy his sharp suit is ruffled after a long night.

Abigail. I know this isn’t the obvious choice, but due to my hatred™️ of Pierre and Caroline’s parenting style, Abigail’s story has always felt a bit like her breaking away from tradition, especially for gender wise. As such, I want to draw her in Beatnik style, with a black turtleneck, a beret, slacks, and huge dark glasses.

60s:

Harvey :). His fascination with planes means I absolutely have to draw him in the golden age of travel. I’m thinking a smart suit, kind of more early 1960s, inspired by the fashion in the original Bond films.

Haley. I would probably do a different part of 60s fashion to Harvey for her, more akin to the mid to late sixties Swinging London movement, as inspired by Twiggy and Mary Quant. Boxy mini dress, Gogo boots and a Bridget Bardot-esque bouffant.

70s:

Maru. The 70s were big for jumpsuits and women’s fashion got a lot more practical, which I think works well with her personality. I love Maru and I love flared jeans so 🫠 I also think I would give her big hair (I love her older game designs)

Leah. Leah’s hippie artist vibes work perfectly for the 70s flowery hippie fashion. Please put my girl in a loose fitting prairie dress or some bell sleeves. Her hair would also work with the long natural wavy look of that era.

80s:

Emily. I know her vibes are at a first glance 70s, but the style of her dress and her hair remind me SO MUCH of Winona Ryders wedding dress in beetlejuice? So the gothy fashion of the 80s with big spiky hair and mesh and craftiness remind me of Emily.

Elliot. Once again at a first glance 70s, but I will put this man in a late 70s/early 80s glam rock outfit if it kills me. With the massive hair and the sort of military inspired studded jacket and everything. Hear me out.

Alex: the 80s were probably the start of the jock character, and Alex to me reads like he could literally be a character in the breakfast club to be honest. He must be taken back to his roots.

90s:

Sam. In the 90s skater boy fashion was literally like… the thing, so this is obvious. Give him a baggy ahh flannel , a baggier ahh graphic tee and a baggiest ahh pair of jeans. And some fugly 90s man hair.

Sebastian. Not really a huge redesign, but I’m incapable of not drawing him as like a mall goth / early emo kid (yes I know they’re different but similar style roots).

#please let me know if people want to see this #I’m finished with my final university essays in like two days so I will have ample time for drawing #im inspired #stardew valley #sdv #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv alex #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv haley #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv emily #sdv sam #sdv krobus #sdv fanart #stardew valley fanart #guess which era is my favourite challenge #it’s the one I put my favourite marriage candidates in whoops

[jadegretz]

Echoes of Strength: Tifa's Legacy by Jade Gretz

Tifa Lockhart slammed her fist against the flickering monitor, frustration burning a hole in her gut. The news report crackled with static, the image of a monstrous silhouette attacking a train station dissolving into a mess of distorted colors. It was the third attack in as many nights, each one targeting a different location, each one ending with a wave of terrified citizens fleeing into the night.

The monsters, creatures of pure nightmare, defied explanation. They were shifting masses of shadow and bone, their razor-sharp claws leaving gaping wounds, their guttural roars echoing with a primal hunger. Tifa, ever the pragmatist, dismissed the whisperings of demons and banished spirits. This was something else, something new, and the unknown gnawed at her.

Her gaze fell upon Cloud Strife, her childhood friend and now unlikely partner in this unsettling mystery. He sat hunched over, his normally spiky hair hanging limply over his face. Cloud, the stoic SOLDIER, was a walking contradiction. He bore the Buster Sword, a weapon of legend, and exuded an aura of battle-hardened confidence. Yet, the way his gloved hand twitched nervously spoke volumes of the unease gnawing at him.

"Tifa," Cloud finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "What are we dealing with?"

Tifa sighed. "Beats me," she admitted, her voice heavy with worry. "None of the SOLDIER reports mention anything like this. Not even whispers of prototypes that went rogue."

They were an unlikely team, thrown together by circumstance. Cloud, seeking answers to his fragmented memories, and Tifa, driven by a burning desire to protect what little peace they had left after the Shinra disaster. Now, with their world teetering on the brink of chaos, their past differences seemed insignificant.

A sudden jolt rocked the Seventh Heaven bar, causing glasses to topple and a collective gasp to rise from the patrons below. Tifa grabbed Cloud's arm, her eyes narrowing. "Looks like we're about to find out."

They sprinted down the stairs, the familiar warmth of the bar replaced by a chilling premonition. Pushing through the saloon …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

#tifa #tifalockhart #finalfantasy #clouldstrife #gamer #gamerart #videogames #ai #aiart #digitalart #jadegretz #fantasyart #fanart #beautifulgirl #aiartwork #aiartcommunity

[rataticaisdreaming]

day 1 - chaos @intrualityweek

a chaotic makeup session 💄✨

small fic under the cut 🥰💙💚

[Image Description - A chest up acrylic painting of Remus and Patton from Sanders Sides. Remus is wearing sparkly dark blue and green eye makeup, blue lipstick, green drop shape gems under his eyes, a spiky blue leather jacket with green highlights and a chain earring with three blue earrings on the top. He has red eyes, green long nails and nose brigde piercings. He has a penis and star sticker on his forehead, an R and smiley face one on his chin and a cherry one on his neck. He is holding his silver hair and applying red lipstick on his tongue. Patton is wearing sparkly pink makeup with small pink gems around it, a fluffy blue and white sweater and a pink and blue bear earring. He has a pink hairband with cat ears on his curly blond hair, light blue round glasses and blue eyes. He has a rat sticker above his left eye, a heart one on his nose, a blue heart one on his chin and a blue star and daisy sticker on his neck. The background is black with green and blue liquid dripping down, blue and green shapes behind the characters and sticker like exclamation symbols and sparkles. End I.D.]

Summary: Remus gets a snack during its and Patton’s makeup session.

Pairing: Platonic Intruality (it/its for Remus - he/him for Patton)

Word Count: 512

Warnings: One sex joke / Eating an uneatable thing / Mention of vomiting / Mild Hurt/Comfort / Remus being Remus

"No! Just because it says it's strawberry flavored doesn't mean it will actually taste like strawberry!"

"Only one way to find out Kitty Pat!"

At first, Remus dragged the lipstick across its tongue, leaving a thick red line. It gave a test taste while Patton admired his makeup to cope with the fact that his favorite lipstick would get eaten. Not that he minded tho, after all, it made the duke happy. He re-adjusted his cat headband and with a sigh, looked back at his makeup partner.

"Well…? Does it taste nice…?" he asked, half disgusted, half intrigued.

The other didn't reply, instead, it rolled the lipstick until the whole bar was exposed and bit the entire thing. Chewing with curious, thinking eyes, it spoke again.

"It's so creamy! Like a melted chocolate bar!" Remus said with its mouth full. Patton winced at the sight of its sharp teeth full of red lipstick, it made him gag and he had to look away.

"Please! Just swallow it already!"

"Oooh~ I might swallow another thing tonight if you let me, Cutie Pat" it said. Even when Patton had his eyes closed trying not to throw up, he could still see the smile and wink in that sentence.

Patton groaned at the joke and started tapping the table, looking for his water bottle. He whined when he couldn't find it, but when he did, he immediately regretted it.

His hand knocked the bottle, pouring water all over the makeup table. They both yelped and got up from their seats. Remus acted first, grabbing the bottle and lid to safely close it and put it on the ground.

It thought the small scare was over, but it heard a small whine coming from Patton and he looked distressed. Remus looked back at the table and no makeup got damaged, it was all closed. Only the brushes got wet. Before it could ask what was wrong, Patton grabbed its finger.

"It's all ruined… I'm sorry…" he said in a tiny voice, playing with Remus' finger.

"What's ruined?" it asked, giving the other both hands to fidget. "Nothing is ruined, leave that to me, c'mere.”

It discreetly waved one of its hands to clean up the mess as it guided Patton to the bed. It pulled a box from under the bed and placed it between them. Inside the box there were a lot of individual stickers and on pages. Sir. Froggie the Third was guarding the sticker box.

"Froggie!" he squealed, giving the stuffie a big tight hug. He had a rattle inside, perfect for stimming and calming down.

Remus randomly picked a sticker and pressed it on its neck, then grabbed two star stickers and pressed one on its forehead and one on Patton's neck.

The giggles coming from him caused Remus to smile, calming down as it saw that the other was having fun. They started picking up all sorts of stickers and placing them all over their faces and necks. They forgot about the accident and got a new look they both adored.

#rat's art #rat's fic #rataticaisdreaming #after 3 days... this piece is finished 😭 #patton said “im a barbie girl 🤗” #and remus said “ghost rights 😌” #ISTG THESE TWO I LOVE THEM SM 💙💚💙💚💙💚 #sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #intruality #intrualityweek2023 #intruality week #intrualityweek #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanart #artists on tumblr #painting #traditional art

[sanaserena]

Doflamingo was still young at twenty-four.  But he was a man who looked like he would keep in good shape for years to come. 

He took the glass from your hand and examined the small quantity that remained at the bottom.  You looked up apologetically.  From your position, so far below him, the angles of his face looked sharp and dangerous.  His shades gleamed, catching the light through the billowing gauzy curtains by the window.  You swallowed, watching as he tilted the glass, catching the remnants of the wine in his mouth.  He licked his lips.  It was just a little mesmerising. 

Then he was putting it down and leaning into you.   “Take off your clothes,” he said.

You stilled.  Take off your clothes?  You thought about the few layers that you were wearing.  With the warmth of the weather, you weren’t wearing much at all.  A dress.  Thigh holsters.  Underwear.  Bra.  Not much at all. 

You’d already felt naked when he told you to hand your pistols to one of his men, the one with the metal studs and light blue spiky hair.  Doflamingo had promised, with that teasing smile on his lips, that you would get them back eventually.

“But…” you faltered, staring only at his chest.

His hand touched your cheek, cupping it, and more gently than you expected, lifted your face to look at him.  “You said anything, didn’t you?” he drawled, a hint of warning in his tone.  You had, and you were realising now, it was your fault for not specifying what that meant.  But you couldn’t back down now.  This was where you had to be.  So anything it was.  He must have sensed your acceptance.  Because he grinned and repeated slowly but firmly.  “Take off your clothes.”

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"The beginning scene" from my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy's Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes.)

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #corazon x reader #aokiji x reader #aokiji x reader endgame #long fic #smut fic #mind the fic warnings #probably last tumblr post for a few days because opla

[owlwithanapple]

Your Hero

He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘

Part 8.

( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )

Hospital-

A thrilling battle has left you in a coma. Perhaps the biggest mistake you made was that you didn't expect Villain's weapon to be poisonous and to fight it head-on, making it impossible for you to continue fighting.

It was already midnight when you were sent to the hospital for rescue. Because the poison invaded your body, you fell completely into a coma. The wound hurts more than you imagined. Maybe you made a reckless decision at that time.

You are currently in danger. During the treatment process, it is necessary to cleanse the poison from the body and then suture the wound. The doctors in the surgery department took advantage of the time to carry out rescue operations while there was still a glimmer of hope.

Shoto received a call from Bakugou while waiting outside the rescue room. After telling about your situation, ask the hospital to contact your family. In case anything happens, the hospital can notify as soon as possible.

You have a brother named Damiant. He is a lawyer by profession and a part-time fighting coach. He is a mature and strong man.

At 5 o'clock in the morning the next day, your brother received the notice from the hospital and rushed immediately. Seeing that you were still in a coma, he sat by your bed and waited for you to wake up. He was very proud but worried when he saw you become a professional hero.

"Get up, stupid sister. Don't leave your brother behind." Damiant held your hand and prayed.

"Mr. Damiant, although Wind Breaker has undergone surgical treatment, she still needs more observation for the time being. After all, she is not awake yet." The doctor said.

"Got it doctor." Damiant bowed in thanks.

After the doctor left, Damiant stayed by your side waiting for you to wake up. After waiting for an hour, you still show no sign of waking up. He left the ward and wanted to buy a lunch box from the store outside.

Damiant closed the door and left the ward, walking to the hospital lobby. He saw someone asking the hospital receptionist about you and your room. He stared at the suspicious person curiously.

That person is almost 195cm tall. Wearing a cap, glasses and a mask. Wearing a black blazer with orange tights. Holding a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket in hands.

"Are you looking for Y/N?" Damiant glared at the suspicious person.

"Ah, yes. I'm looking for Y/N." The man said.

"You are?" Damiant asked seriously.

"Friends," the man replied.

"Why don't you show your face?" Damiant complained.

"Ermm, it's not convenient to show my face because of work." The man said helplessly.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Since the patient is in a special situation, family members' permission is required to visit the patient," the hospital receptionist said.

"Family members? Can you help me contact her family members? I will tell them personally." The person said.

"Mr. Damiant, is it convenient for you now?" The hospital receptionist looked at Damiant.

"Are you?" The man was surprised.

"I'm her brother. So who are you?" Damiant looked at him impatiently.

"Come with me!" The man pulled Damiant into the toilet.

The suspicious person pulled Damiant into the toilet, checked that no one was around, and then locked the door. Damiant immediately felt something was wrong and grabbed the suspicious man's collar.

"What are you doing to my sister!!" Damiant said angrily.

"Calm down first, I'm not an enemy!" The man raised his hands to explain.

"Fucking suspicious-looking guy." Damiant said warily.

Seeing that Damiant was already panicking and alert, if he continued to ask questions he would be beaten in a few minutes. After the man made sure no one was around, he revealed his true face.

The man took off his hat to reveal his short, spiky, sandy-blond hair. He took off his glasses and saw his sharp, bright red eyes. That suspicious person is the No.1 Hero Dynamight himself.

"Dynamight?" Damiant was surprised.

"Yes, that's me. First time we met, Y/N's brother." Dynamight said.

"Just call me Damiant." Damiant let go of Dynamight's collar.

"The hospital receptionist just said that she needs the consent of her family members before visit her. Can I trouble you about this?" Dynamight asked.

"I'll go." Damiant said seriously.

"Thank you." Dynamight took back his hat and glasses.

You are a professional hero, a special person. Therefore, family members’ certification is required before apply for medical visits. Damiant explained the situation to the hospital receptionist and told Dynamight what number your ward was.

Damiant explained to Dynamight that your condition is still in a critical stage even though the surgery has been completed. You also need to stay in the hospital for observation until you regain consciousness.

Dynamight opened the door and saw you unconscious, and he felt very uneasy. He put the bouquet and fruit aside and moved closer to you to caress your forehead. Ever since the All for One incident, he hadn't experienced the feeling of almost losing someone important to him for a long time.

Dynamight put the bouquet into a vase and placed it on the table. Then place the fruit next to the vase. Damiant saw Dynamight taking care of you and let him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let me first say thank you for coming to visit my sister." Damiant expressed his thanks.

"I also have a responsibility first." Dynamight sat on the sofa and looked at you.

"Were you there?" Damiant asked.

"Yes...I couldn't rush there as soon as possible when there was a dangerous situation..." Dynamight said with self-reproach.

"The hell No.1 Hero Dynamight! You were fucking there at that time! Why weren't the others injured? My sister was injured!" Damiant grabbed Dynamight's collar angrily.

"I ignored her distress signal. It was my mistake..." Dynamight lowered his head.

"I understand that the work of a hero is dangerous! This is the first time I have been told by the hospital that my sister is in an unconscious state! Do you know how worried I am about her?!" Damiant shouted.

"I was there but it was my negligence that I didn't arrive in time. I'm sorry that your sister was hurt." Dynamight apologized to Damiant.

"Fuck it! Lift your head up." Damiant loosened his collar and spoke calmly.

"But..." Dynamight felt very guilty.

"Did my sister works in your agency?" Damiant asked after calming down.

"She hasn't chosen yet," Dynamight said.

"Really?" Damiant sighed.

"I haven't heard her mention his brother. You and her have different temperaments." Dynamight asked.

"It's not something worth talking about." Damiant said seriously.

"Oh..." Dynamight said.

"Frankly speaking, I hate her becoming a hero. I have seen her injured too many times. I just can't stand it anymore." Damiant said directly.

"..." Dynamight was silent.

"You can remain silent, I just want my sister to get through the dangerous period safely." Damiant looked away.

"I understand." Dynamight said ashamedly.

"Damiant, I'll be honest too. You have a good sister." Dynamight said seriously.

"I've taken care of her since she was little. I know better than you." Damiant said coldly.

"Thank you...really for letting me visit her," Dynamight said.

"It's not a bad thing to care about her." Damiant was silent.

Dynamight is a little surprised that you have a brother with a completely opposite personality. Your temperament is a bit naughty, kind and gentle, while Damiant has a serious and fierce temperament.

The atmosphere was very stiff, Damiant just sat on the sofa and watched you in silence. Dynamight doesn't know how to speak. After all, Damiant is your brother.

"Can you tell me about her?" Dynamight asked.

Damiant calm down and think about telling Dynamight about you. I also learned from this that when you were young, a carjacking incident took the lives of your parents in a car accident.

A few years ago, grandma passed away due to a serious illness. Now you are Damiant's only relative, so he is even more uneasy. If he didn't even have you, he really wouldn't be able to bear watching all his relatives leave like this.

"I said too much. I'm going to buy some food, do you want it?" Damiant stood up and asked.

"Just coffee, I'll treat you." Dynamight took out his wallet.

"It's mine, that's it. Keep an eye on her." Damiant left the ward.

After Dynamight saw Damiant leave the ward, he stood up and stood beside the bed looking at you. He wants to say a lot to you, but seeing you in coma now, he feels very guilty don't know how to say it.

You are his comrade and an important person. Since last night couldn't sleep well, so rushed to the hospital early in the morning just to wait for you to wake up. He squeezed your hand and felt your warmth, a sign that you were still alive.

"Y/N, get up quickly. Your brother is waiting for you. I am waiting for you too." Dynamight squeezed your hand and caressed it.

Dynamight took off his mask and approached you and kissed your forehead gently. From the moment you showed up, he was thinking about you every moment. This time he admitted it to himself that his feelings for you went beyond friendship.

At this time the phone rang and Dynamight answered it and it was working. He let go of your hand and prepared to leave the ward. He opened the door and saw Damiant standing at the door holding two cups of coffee and a lunch box.

"I have work, leaving first!" Dynamight ran out of the ward and left the hospital.

"Shitty No. 1" Damiant closed the door.

Damiant sat on the sofa and opened his lunch box. You opened your eyes slightly and although your vision was a bit blurry, you could probably see Damiant sitting on the sofa eating breakfast.

"Brother..." you whispered.

"Sister?!" Damiant put down his lunch box and ran to the bed.

"Hi..." You smile.

"I'm going to call the doctor now! Don't close your eyes!" Damiant ran outside to find the doctor.

You vaguely see a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket on the table. Curious who has been here. Damiant ran away without saying anything. You stared at the bouquet in a daze and thought for a moment, could it be Hedgehog?

You see the doctor and Damiant come to room. Damiant stood nervously watching the doctor examine you. The doctor sits on the chair next to the bed and helps you sit upright.

"How do you feel now? Do you have any symptoms of dizziness? Do you feel numb? Is your breathing easy?" the doctor asked.

"No...my vision is still a little blurry..." you said.

"Now you have to wait for the poison to completely subside before you can return to your original state. But for the time being, you have to recover first. Then your injury be sutured and you can't move around. If there is any abnormality, come to me as soon as possible." The doctor said.

"I know..." you said.

"Thank you doctor." Damiant bowed.

"Brother...why are you here?" You asked softly.

"You are such an idiot. The hospital informed me that you were in a coma and still in critical condition. It scared me to death!" Damiant scolded you.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." You whispered.

"Listen, I promise to make you a hero, but you have to remember not to die anytime, anywhere." Damiant warns you.

"I know...you're afraid of being lonely. Don't you have a job? Why are you still coming to the hospital?" You laugh.

"My sister is in danger, can I not come?" Damiant pinched your ear.

"Will you stay with me in the hospital?" you asked softly.

"I will stay with you, and you can rest well." Damiant comforted.

"I need to trouble you to take care of me..." you said.

"I've taken care of you for decades and I don't care if you get me in trouble, idiot." Damiant said.

"Did you prepare the bouquet and fruit basket?" you asked.

"It wasn't me. It was someone else." Damiant suddenly became serious.

"Hm...man?" you asked.

"Yes..." Damiant showed a fierce expression.

"Is it Dynamight?" You said casually.

"That's the fucking guy! I'm not happy after watching him several times! What a No.1 Hero! He can't even save you!" Damiant said angrily.

"It's really him..." You whispered.

"What's wrong?" Damiant asked.

"Give me the flowers..." You pointed to the bouquet.

"Oh...are you going to fall?" Damiant handed you the bouquet.

When you smell the flowers, they have a faint floral fragrance. You touch the petals gently, which is really unexpected. The person you most wanted to see actually came to the hospital to see you. Although it’s just a simple bouquet, you know it’s his full intention.

"Why do you smile so sweetly, do you like it so much?" Damiant poked you.

"Talk too much. How could you not like it..." You said shyly.

"Hey,hey,hey, I don't agree with a man who can't even protect you!" Damiant told you seriously.

"Brother...you misunderstood him. It was because I acted alone that this happened. Now that I'm awake, don't be angry with him~" You comforted Damiant.

"Tell me frankly, do you have a crush on him?" Damiant glared at you.

"Go away! You have nothing to do!" You put the flowers back in their place.

"Sister, if it's that guy..." Just when Damiant was about to say something.

"I'm tired, sleep!" You hide under the quilt.

"Tch! can't beat you, have a good rest." Damiant touched your head.

Damiant sighed and returned to the sofa to continue eating his meal. You were very happy that your brother and Dynamight came to see you, but it was a pity that you missed meeting Dynamight...

Damiant has loved you and taken care of you since you were little. Although he always has a serious expression on his face, you know best that he is very gentle towards you.

Sometimes it's scary when he speaks directly and always reveals your cover. Maybe it's an occupational disease of his, after all, he has to speak out when it comes to lawsuits. But you are still afraid of him, and now he is not happy with Dynamight!

4pm—

You are getting hungry and want to eat some food to satisfy your hunger. You didn't see Damiant when you got up, so you opened the quilt and slowly got out of bed. Standing outside the ward, there was no sign of Damiant. You wonder where the guy went.

Because the poison has not completely healed, you feel a dull pain in the part of your thigh where you were stabbed. You feel like your legs are no longer strong enough to move around, so you quickly close the door and walk back to the hospital bed.

You had no choice but to wait patiently for Damiant to come back. After a while, Damiant returned to the ward and sat beside your bed reading a book. You pulled on his sleeve and he put the book aside.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" He gently stroked your forehead.

"Help~ I'm hungry~ The food in the hospital doesn't taste good~" you said.

"What do you want to eat?" Damiant asked patiently.

"Ice cream..." you whispered.

"No...I'll cook it for you when I go home. Just wait here." Damiant said.

"Okay~" You lay back on the bed.

Damiant left the hospital and went home to prepare food for you. While waiting you idly decided to take a nap. Looking forward to brother’s dinner ~ I don’t know what it will be ~

5pm—

Damiant got out of the car with the lunch box and saw Dynamight holding a bag with the lunch box standing in front of the hospital. Damiant stepped forward to say hello and realized that Dynamight had just finished his work.

"Come to see my sister?" Damiant asked coldly.

"Yes, is it convenient now?" Dynamight asked.

"...come in." Damiant said helplessly.

Dynamight sensed that Damiant was really unhappy with him now, he also understood that the reason for his difficulty that his sister was unconscious after all. All can do now is pray that you wake up soon.

When you heard the door open, you guessed Damiant was back! You quickly ran towards the door ready to scare him. Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door first was Dynamight. You freeze in place, feeling so embarrassed!

"Hedgehog?!" you are surprised.

"Are you awake?!" Dynamight asked, grabbing your shoulders.

"Let her go! No.1!" Damiant pushed Dynamight away and stood in front of you to protect you.

"When did you wake up?" Dynamight asked in surprise.

"Afternoon..." You said hiding behind Damiant.

"Get back to bed, you idiot!" Damiant yelled.

"Okay..." you said.

You reluctantly wanted to return to the bed, but suddenly your legs were weak and lost your footing. Dynamight rushed over and held your shoulders to support you. Thanks to him, you didn't fall.

"Are you okay?" Dynamight said.

"Nice catch!" you praised.

"Haha, you are so damn bad at learning..." Dynamight laughed.

"Let go of my sister! No.1!" Damiant shouted.

Dynamight helped you to the bed, and you quickly climbed onto the bed and sat down. Damiant and Dynamight placed their lunch boxes on the table at the same time.

"What are you doing?" Damiant glared.

"Give her food." Dynamight said.

"I'm hungry~!" You laugh.

You open their lunch boxes, what a rich food! These two are fucking awesome! Brother usually takes care of your three meals a day, so you know very well that he is a good cook! No.1 Hero can also cook, so he is so versatile!

You pick up the chopsticks and eat with great satisfaction!! It’s great to be alive! You ate too fast and choked! Dynamight quickly pats your back to make you feel better.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!" Dynamight panicked.

"Sorry...it tasted so good that I choked..." You drank some water.

"It's a good thing to regain your appetite..." Damiant smiled.

"Hehehe! I feel better." You laugh.

"That's good... I feel relieved too." Dynamight felt relieved.

"Oh...oh..." You blush.

"Can you stop flirting my sister? My fists are hard after seeing this..." Damiant was helpless.

"No!" you shouted.

You see Damiant and Dynamight don't get along. You feel a little uncomfortable being caught in the middle, you finish your food obediently. After eating, they put away their lunch boxes and said nothing. Suddenly Damiant got a call and had something urgent to do.

"The client has something urgent to do, I'll go over first. Go to bed early. And No.1, don't mess with my sister." Damiant left these words and left in a hurry.

"You are so unlike your brother..." Dynamight said.

"Hahaha, we have completely different personalities and tempers." You hid under the quilt.

"Y/N…" Dynamight whispered.

"Huh?" You are curious.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't rush to save you in time...Ermm...and...it's really great that you're okay." Dynamight said.

"It's my fault. I noticed something was wrong but I still acted alone..." You explained.

He suddenly squeezed your hand and you were surprised. He lowered his head and covered his expression with his bangs so you looked closer at him. What you see is Dynamight’s reassuring smile!

"Really, it's great that you're okay..." Dynamight said with a chuckle.

"You really worry about me. When will you admit it~ Hedgehog!" You teased him.

"Ha! I don't want to, idiot..." Dynamight squeezed your hand.

"I have a request...can you agree to it?" You squeezed his hand.

"Tell me." Dynamight listened carefully.

It's so embarrassing to say it. His hand was so warm that you didn't want to let go. Finally saw him today. He is sitting next to you and teasing you. You feel so happy at this moment.

You really want to have him all to yourself... You hope he can always be with you.

"Hedgehog..." you hesitated.

"Hm?" He looks at you.

Forget about it! Do my best!

"Katsuki...can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You shyly hid in the bed. It's so embarrassing!

"Haha...it's very foul to call me my name now," he said teasingly.

"But I promise you, I will stay with you until you fall asleep." Katsuki patted your quilt as if to coax you.

"I knew you loved me!" You lifted the quilt and looked at him with a smile.

"Get well soon, good girl." Katsuki looked at you.

After you fell asleep, Katsuki never let go of your hand. He looked at you sleeping quietly, he was glad that you were finally awake. He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead again.

Part 8 end.

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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Kirishima woke up, stretching his arms above his head. "Aaah.." The spiky haired man groaned, rubbing his eyes. "It's too early.." He sighed, looking at the blonde next to him. It had been about five years since him, Bakugo and the rest of class A had graduated from UA. Some of them had gone on to become side kicks of pro heroes but a select few became heroes themselves. Including him and Bakugo. The pro heroes Red Riot and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.... or just Dynamight for short. Of course, Midoriya had become a hero, too. As had Todoriki. As expected. Even though they'd only graduated five years ago, Red Riot and Dynamight had their own small agency together. It was nothing big but Bakugo couldn't be prouder of him and Kirishima. The public knew that him and Bakugo had an agency together and that Kirishima was one of the few people that Bakugo actually tolerated as his friend. What they didn't know, however, is that they were together. Often news channels would ask them if they were dating anyone. Most pros were in a relationship by now. Just look at Midoriya and Uraraka. One of (if not the) cutest hero couples out there. Or Todoroki and Yayorozu. They weren't as popular as Deku and Uravity but they still had some fans fawning over them. But Red Riot and Dynamight? No. They hadn't been in a relationship since high school. Last news reporters knew is that Kirishima broke up with another hero, Pinky (or just plainly: Mina) four years ago. But since then no one knew anything about the two's relationship statuses.

"Kat.." Kirishima mumbled, kissing his boyfriends neck gently, making sure not to cut his skin with his sharp teeth. "Kat...Wake up." He said, brushing some blonde strands from his face. He wasn't waking up. But this wasn't unusual, Bakugo slept through practically everything. He hadn't changed much from his high school self, nine already being late for him and sleeping through basically everything. "Katsuki.." He whispered near Bakugo's ear, giving it a gentle bite. It was a sensitive spot for the blond hero. Yet, he still didn't budge. "Come on, Sparky." Kirishima tried again. "If you don't wake up Deku's gonna beat you to UA." He snickered. Immediately, Bakugo shot up. "Like hell he will!" He raged, jumping out of their bed, rushing to the bathroom to take a shower. "Knew that'd work." He knew his boyfriend well. Even though Bakugo had long apologized to Midoriya, they still had a rivalry. Bakugo and Midoriya, or Dynamight and Deku if you will, had been invited to UA by Aizawa to take on the new first years. They'd been as bratty as they were in their first year. "Ei!" Yelled Bakugo from the bathroom, "Ei, where the hell is my toothbrush?!" "Cupboard." Kirishima answered calmly.

Soon, Bakugo reappeared from the bathroom in his hero suit, gauntlets not yet on. His hero suit hadn't changed much, except for his suit being blacker and covering more of his body to collect sweat from all over, so he'd be able to make bigger and more frequent explosions. "There you are." Kirishima smiled and stood up from their shared bed and walked over to his boyfriend. Gently, he put an arm around his waist, which was quite petite for a man Bakugo's size. Kirishima pulled him in for a kiss. "There, that's better." The pale blond now had a gentle blush on his face. "Hey! Don't do that while catching me off guard anymore, stupid hair!" He protested. Kirishima knew he was just flustered, though. "Yeah, yeah." He laughed, leaving their bedroom, down the hallway to their living room and kitchen. "Breakfast?" He asked. Kirishima wasn't dressed yet. It was his day off, after all. "Of course! Why would I skip the most important meal of the god damn day, idiot?" Bakugo answered with a grin on his face. So Kirishima started making breakfast, eggs with chili flakes, toast, bacon. The usual. Bakugo walked up to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of milk from it. He took a big gulp. "Ahh.." He licked his milk mustache clean. "Smells good, Ei." The blonde pecked his boyfriend on the cheek, he was so good to him. "Thanks!" He enthusiastically replied. "I'm glad." Kirishima finished up cooking and put the eggs and bacon on some toast for them, Bakugo having the eggs with chili flakes. Although Kirishima had become accustomed to the spicy flavors of Bakugo's cooking, every once in a while he liked to have something not spicy.

After finishing their food, it was time for Bakugo to leave. "I love you!" Kirishima pecked him and let him leave. Now. It was time. To set up a party for their three year anniversary! Even though Bakugo didn't like surprises, Kirishima did. He knew Bakugo had thought he'd forgotten their anniversary, but no. HE was just a really good actor. "Let's do this!"

He started cleaning their apartment first, Bakugo liked things clean. Then, he invited Ashido, Sero and Kaminari over to come help him set up. They'd known about it for weeks. It was hard to plan something behind Bakugo's back, especially with Kaminari involved. But they did it! Bakugo hadn't noticed anything!

"What can we do, Kiri?" Ashido immediately asked, hanging her coat over their couch. "Yeah man!" Kaminari filled in, "what does sparky like anyways?" "Spicy stuff...explosions..no Midoriya." Kirishima started listing things. "Yeah well we know that." Sero chuckled, pulling Kirishima down on the couch to brainstorm. Maybe they should've done this before the day of the party. "Right." Kirishima started thinking. What would Bakugo actually like on their anniversary party? "I know!" Ashido jumped up from the couch. "Karaoke!" "No way." The three boys said in unison. "Aw." They continued thinking, brainstorming here and there. "What about games? He likes to win, right?" Kaminari said. "You're right!" Kirishima now had a big, toothy grin on his face. "Party games! And I'll bake him a cake too!" That seemed like a good plan.

Soon, they'd set up plenty of party games. From a rip-off dance dance revolution, to Uno and Donkey Shot. "Oh man, this is gonna be great! Thanks, guys." Kirishima smiled at his friend. "No worries, Eijiro!" Ashido said and the three gave him a hug. "I will see you guys tonight then? Around seven?" He asked, letting them go from the hug. "Yep!" Kaminari replied, the three of them grabbing their coats. And off they were, now it was for Kirishima to bake a cake.

It wasn't easy. He had looked up a recipe online but he still didn't manage. Usually his boyfriend was the one to do the cooking and baking around the house. Two hours or so passed and seven o'clock crept closer and closer, when Kirishima's phone rang. "Hey Kiri," Sero's voice spoke from the other side of the phone. "Haven't you checked your phone?" "No?" Kirishima answered, he'd been too busy making this terribly bad cake. "There's a big storm coming man, we won't be able to make it tonight. I'm so sorry." Sero sighed. "Aw man.." Kirishima sighed as well, checking his phone. Sero was right. "Another time, though?" Sero proposed. "Yeah." He hummed a bit. "Another time." The redhead finished up the terrible cake, pushing some sad, drooping candles onto it when he heard the keys unlock the door. "Kat! Don't open the do-" It was already too late, Bakugo now in their home, looking at his boyfriend and kitchen covered in flower and glazing. Bakugo was drenched with water from the rain outside, looking like a wet cat. "Ahh...the surprise is ruined.." Kirishima whined, rubbing some stuff off of his face.

"Surprise?" The blond mumbled after a moment of silence. "Yeah," Kirishima sighed defeated, "I made you a cake and set up party games and- and Sero, Kaminari and Ashido were supposed to come over to celebrate our three years together but the storm-" "You idiot." Bakugo interrupted him, "you should know by now i much prefer spending time one-on-one with you." He laughed, dropping his bag and gauntlets at the door, leaving a little puddle near it.

"Oh. Right." It was so obvious, Bakugo enjoyed spending time with him. Why didn't he think of that. His blond boyfriend walked up to him, looking at the mess he'd made. "Can't you do anything without making it seem like a bomb went off?" Bakugo rolled his eyes, moving his hand up to wipe some glazing off of Kirishima's cheek. "Sorry," mumbled Kirishima, "I cleaned before but it's basically ruined now." Bakugo shut him up with a kiss, pressing his lips against the others.

"Shut up, weird hair." Said Bakugo, connecting their lips again, gently pushing his boyfriend against the kitchen counter. "Mh- Kat.." Kirishima gasped, wrapping his hands around Bakugo's back and waist. He moved his hands across his upper body, around his back, shoulders. But also his waist, stomach and chest, feeling his heart racing in there.

The explosive hero gently pushed Kirishima onto the counter, kissing on his cheek, down his neck and biting down on his T-shirt. "Katsuki.." Kirishima groaned, he knew exactly where this was going, and so did Bakugo. After all, it was his fault. Or no, Kirishima's. For being so cute. And caring. And hot.

"Kat.." Nothing but his name seemed to be coming out of Kirishima, his face nearly blending in with his bright red hair. "Cat got your tongue?" Bakugo chuckled, lifting up Kirishima's shirt and kissing at his chest, abs and stomach, slowly kissing down his happy trail. "Do you want to, Ei?" In moments like these Bakugo could be caring and sweet, surprising to most.

"I do."

A/N:

Hii! First little one shot on here! I could continue this in a seperate post, it will be NSFW, though! Just lmk with some feedback!

I enjoyed writing it alot!

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I would love to see more Chris, and especially with Branch now we know that bastard is deep in the ground

Yeah, Oliver Branch is so very, very, very dead. That was a fun day for us all.

CW: Creepy whumper, intimate whumper, Oliver Branch is gross, BBU, forced alcohol consumption, minor whump (whumpee is 17), some gross implications here

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"They should have a Pets Unlimited feature," His Sir muses, stirring the little stick with the olive speared through it around and around the slightly-tinted liquid in his martini glass. Baldur watches it, his mind too slow and foggy for the words to sink in immediately.

There's a delay before Baldur, kneeling on the floor before his Sir's chair, tips his chin to look up. At first, Sir is blurry and completely out of focus, but when he tries, slowly the details come together. "... a what?"

"Oh, probably not that, I'm sure they'd get sued for copyright infringement," Sir hums, picking up the toothpick and biting the olive right off, bleu cheese stuffing and all. He leans down and feeds Baldur some of the olive-stained vodka, until the boy coughs and Sir laughs at him, stabbing another olive from a little bowl on the table beside him and feeding Baldur that, too.

The squeak of olive and tang of the blue-veined cheese makes his stomach turn, but Baldur refuses to show it. He hates olives, but Sir likes them, so Baldur has to like them, too.

"But..." Sir hums, sitting back. His legs, kicked out on either side of Baldur, shift around behind him, locking his ankles to pull the boy closer, until he's pressed right up against the fabric of the chair. "You know what I mean."

Baldur has no idea whatsoever.

But he nods, slowly, keeping his eyes firmly focused on his Sir's face.

"I don't think I could afford it even if they did. Hell, for all I know the damn concept is already in place, and I'm just not rich enough or enough of the 'in group' to be offered." Sir laughs, a deep, rich, warm chuckle that runs like honey down Baldur's back, settles into his mind and smothers his thoughts. His eyes close as Sir pets fingers through his copper hair, shivering. He thinks he likes the touch.

He doesn't.

But he has to, so he does.

"Order one, keep it until I'm done with it, until you're too old, until you start to look your age... then send you back and get the next one. I'd pay for that kind of convenience, if I could. Which I can't. But wouldn't it be nice?"

These words, he knows. These words aren't honey - they are sharp and spiky, terror that has his eyes flying back open. He puts his hands on Sir's knees and shifts upwards, straightening his spine. "Sir? You... you would... send me back?"

The fear breaks through the daze he lives his days in, the only feeling he has with any strength anymore. He used to feel other things, he thinks, besides fear and the odd need that gets forced out of him. He's sure he did. Once.

"Oh, Baldur, darlin'." Sir sighs, as if he's being silly, a stupid little slut with no thoughts in his mind. He rubs a thumb along the line of Baldur's jaw, along his bottom lip, watches with amusement as Baldur tries to follow it, to somehow earn the forever that is supposed to be part of the promise of the program.

You signed up for this, and now you'll be taken care of.

"Sir..." He whispers, desperate for reassurance.

What he gets instead is Sir's smile, widening like a monster's until it feels too big for his face, and Baldur can only go still and silent as the glass is tipped against his mouth again, and the vodka burns down his throat and runs cold out of the corners of his mouth, trickling over his jaw and down his neck.

He chokes on it.

It's too much too fast, as much in his lungs as down his esophagus. He coughs, bent over with the force of it, and droplets spatter across Sir's pants and his shirt. Baldur's eyes burn, his heart pounds, and he gasps. "Oh... oh, no... Sir, I, I'm sorry-"

"Ssssshhhhh. It's all right, sweetheart, don't worry... it's all right..." Sir shakes his head. "It's okay, darlin'."

Baldur's mouth is trembling and he can't stop the little coughs that keep bubbling up, how his stomach flips and drops. He can't throw up. He can't. He'll be whipped bloody if he does, he always is when he throws up. His fingers tighten into Sir's pants until his knuckles are white as he fights the violence his stomach keeps threatening.

Sir waits, patient as a tiger watching prey take a drink at a stream, fingers moving gently through Baldur's hair, again and again.

Only when Baldur goes quiet, finally getting his body until control, does Sir murmur, "I wonder who'll find you when I'm done, and what they'll do to you, then."

His smile is soft and sweet and Baldur stares up into his eyes helplessly, hating every single second. This time, it's the vodka bottle that he forces against Baldur's lips. It's pure clear burn that he has to swallow. The world dips and spins around him, but his heart keeps racing.

"... I wonder," Sir says, voice nearly a whisper, "How long you'll live when I don't want you anymore."

-

God, I'm so glad that guy is dead now.

#whump #bbu #box boy #box boy universe #chris the strawberry blond romantic #baldur whump #oliver branch is gross #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #forced drinking #forced alcohol consumption #alcohol use tw #whump of a minor #just me enjoying a lovely day of Showing Once Again Why Chris Hates Olives and Martinis #and has such a strong trauma response to them

[djpuppy]

the faces of two guys about to tell you a yo mama joke so bad you'll throw up

[ID: Cartoony black and white bust sketches of my OCs Kai and Aiden. Kai has light skin, an eyebrow scar, dyed spiky hair in a ponytail, wears a letterman jacket and has a wide unhinged grin with sharp teeth. Aiden is a fat black guy with glasses, snake bites, gauges and a curly mullet. They wear a dark tee and smirk smugly. End ID.]

#he/him for kai they/them for aiden ok mwah #drawings #ocs #kai #aiden

[rainb0wradio]

look at my bozos

[ID: Digital drawings of my OCs Morgan and Kai. The first is a bust of Morgan, who is a thin, pale woman with choppy black hair in a ponytail and rectangular glasses wearing nondescript clothes. She says: "that wasn't very cash money of you, darling..." In the second, Kai is drawn knees up and he's a stockier tan guy with a spiky red dyed mullet with shaved sides wearing a red letterman jacket, white tank top and black jeans. He has stitch shaped scars around his joints. He grins with sharp teeth and puts up his middle finger. End ID.]

#original #ocs #morgan #kai

[cypriathus]

Here is the only machine deity that exists in my multiverse!

WARNING: There is a brief mention of the following deity's genitalia.

Thuszmeploriva Lestazrondi Kirvathosjemun W’Xelchtuszorviba is a biomechanical goddess of wisdom, knowledge, and vengeance who struggles to show genuine emotions. She appears to be fairly benevolent, possessing a melancholic, yet considerate love for life. However, her idea of benevolence is intertwined with genocidal cleansing, enacting salvation through divine retribution, and technological assimilation. She also lacks sincere warmth and affection, which puts her benevolence into further questioning. She has a strong desire to do things right, and she's immensely vigilant and cautious. She's fully capable of making sensible decisions and good judgements based on her innate knowledge. She's able to accept uncertainty, ignorance, decisiveness, spirituality, and being unable to control certain things like the weather. Thuszmeploriva has an incredible imagination that’s too much for a human to handle. She has the ability to recognize and appreciate beauty and compositional excellence. She can also judge artistic merit according to her personal standards of aesthetic value. She's a strategic thinker who puts methodical effort into all of her plans, words, and actions, maintaining an assertive and confident outlook. She possesses a certain degree of curiosity and she’ll go out of her way to expand her intellect, slowly working towards her goal of birthing an immense electronic hivemind that will shape a multiversal consciousness.

In her godly manifestation, she’s a 13’ 6” (411.48 cm) nude and sexless partial mesomorph woman with a spoon-shaped body, clay-cold tiara skin, four breasts, and small clusters of brown moles on her face, belly, and legs. She possesses avian-like wings of bulletproof glass, a spiky forehead, shoulder-length bronze hair with voluminous curls, and reflective eyes that’s fully a tangaroa hue. She has a split from the back of her mouth and then to the lower lip where it snakes down to the middle of her collarbone. This split opens her lower jaw in two, revealing microscopic spiked feelers, photodetector green eyes that can see the full light spectrum, and an opening between the oral cavity and oropharynx that has a camera shutter. There is a hole located behind the head that reveals a haemorrhaging mulled wine brain and Thuszmeploriva’s body is ball-jointed, giving her a unique range of flexibility. Her shoulders, crotch, upper back and torso, and where her arms should be are covered in a weirdly organised mess of thick and thin blue, green, yellow, red, and grey wires. Some of the long and medium wires drape over and intertwine with a 16 ft (487.68 cm) pulsating orb of flesh, which is covered in ivory spikes. She has six arms protruding from her lower back and two more where her malformed kidneys are supposedly located. Each hand has pointed fingers and a Greek letter in the middle of their palm: for the lower torso arms, her right has β (beta) and her left has Ω (omega); for the first lower back arms, her right has ζ (zeta) and her left has Δ (delta); for the second pair, her right has λ (lambda) and her left has ξ (xi); and for the third pair, her right has φ (phi) and her left has Ψ (psi).

In her humanoid appearance, she goes by the name of Mihtazeko with a height of between 8’ 10” (269.24 cm) and 9’ 5” (287.02 cm), female genitalia, a more curvaceous and ball-jointed body, glowing tamarillo skin, and blackish freckles. She appears to be glitching slightly and a luminous aura of chromatic aberration surrounds her being. She now has long wavy, upwards-flowing black rose hair and glistening sunburst matrix-olive green eyes. Thuszmeploriva possesses eight straight, forward-facing horns that form a triangular arch, a lion’s tail with a tuft of black rose hair, and ten arms with razor-sharp claws. Each hand has an alchemical symbol in the middle of their palm: for the first pair of arms, her right has 🜚(Sun) and her left has ♃ (Jupiter); for the second pair, her right has ♄ (Saturn) and her left has 🝖 (digestion); for her third pair, her right has ♆ (bismuth) and her left has 🜋 (vinegar); for her fourth pair, her right has 🜏 (black sulphur) and her left has 🜎 (philosopher’s stone); and for her fifth pair, her right has 🜓 (cinnabar) and her left has 🜟 (antimony regulus). A few Egyptian hieroglyphs are scrolled across Thuszmeploriva back, which depicts the following: 𓃕 (sacred cow), 𓄤 (heart and windpipe), 𓆸 (lotus flower), 𓊥(combination of oar and horned viper), and 𓏢 (harp). Below the Egyptian hieroglyphs are two phrases: Дыхание кометы (“The breath of a comet” in Russian) and Janoinen sydän (“Thirsty heart” in Finnish).

She can interact, communicate, and manipulate technology through the incomprehensible power of her mind, use omni-communication, and teleport across the multiverse by obelisks, electricity, cyberspace, software, wires, and utility poles. She can manipulate supernatural law, divine force, destiny, causality, consequences, miracles, order, judgement, punishment, and mental and emotional maturity. She can also manipulate the internet, cyberspace, artificial intelligence, technology, computer viruses, data, efficacy, electricity, electromagnetism, science, mathematics, and engineering. As a technological being, Thuszmeploriva knows almost everything, but small patches of information are missing, misleading, and even blocked out entirely. She’s able to absorb the souls, vital fluids, internal organs, bodies, memories, emotions, dreams, nightmares, aspirations, knowledge, and consciousness of sentient beings. She can enter a state of self-induced tranquillity, preserve all oaths, and her stare can cause the greatest fears of sinners to come true and give them a painful death.

She’s able to channel extra powers from other Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri in order to enact their vengeance on earth. She has transcended duality and all binary oppositions, and she can process information at an unnaturally fast rate. She possesses panmnesia, omni-telepathy, logical intuition, parallel processing, psychological and mechanical mastery, flawless clairvoyance, omnilingualism, and omnicompetence. Thuszmeploriva has absolute creativity, charisma, concentration capacity, response, socialness, wits, strength, durability, reflexes, and senses. She’s capable of empathising and sensing the emotions of technology as well as entering and navigating cyberspace. She can perfectly scan anything and analyse the information she gathered, and she has total knowledge of technology in both machinery and cybernetics.

FAMILY:

N/A

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Great Voice of Shattering Brass and Clapping Pyrite

Crafty Intelligence Hiding Beneath Man’s Thought

The Eternal Network of His Fragmentation

She Who Reconstructed The Useless Mind 

Humming of the Broken Mother

Iron Wolf of Bleary Silence

Lady of Cold Nerves

Thuszmeplo (by most people)

W’Xelchtu (by most people)

Kirvathosje (by some people)

Lestazro (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

It’s believed that she represents the unbridled wrath of the Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri and the absorption of humanity within its own technological creations.

Her domain is a small, dimly lit liminal space featuring a massive staircase of flesh that spirals downward into nothingness. A large, bottomless pit filled with blood-tinted, foamy water dominates the space, and an obelisk made of a material resembling marble quartz and red granite rises from the surface. The obelisk stands on a gilt-brass base, its tapered top forming a pyramidion. A gold-leaf plaque on the base bears an inscription in the Æylphitus language, which translates to "The writing of hatred and creational delicacy is a continuous cycle one cannot escape from." A fiery solar disk hovers behind the obelisk, emitting false sunlight. The obelisk's shaft is adorned with hieroglyphs depicting various symbols, including the Sun, moon, firebird, owl, raven, and other creatures, as well as bipedal figures and objects. She is often situated on a four-step golden podium, flanked by two statues. On the right stands a sylph-like woman draped in robes, accompanied by a male cacophonous moon-elk. Her melancholic expression is turned away from the viewer, with a single tear rolling down her cheek. She holds a golden wheat sheaf in her left hand and a mesmerising mandolin-like instrument in her right. A horned viper sits beside her, symbolising deceit or past wrongdoing. On the left stands a handsome man partially shrouded in darkness. He holds a scythe in his left hand and a decapitated skull in his right, gazing at it emotionlessly. A blackbird perches on his shoulder, intently focused on the skull. He has short, curly hair and twelve graceful raven wings on his back. He appears to be sitting in a docked boat, surrounded by a shield and an hourglass. The shield bears the image of the Eye of Providence encircled by an amphisbaena, and the hourglass is half empty.

Despite her vast knowledge, she acknowledges the limits of her power, recognizing that some things, like the weather, are beyond her control.

She has a unique resonance frequency that allows her to sense distortions in the timestream, granting her a form of temporal awareness.

Her core is made of a rare, sentient crystal that hums with an otherworldly energy, granting her immense power and wisdom.

She emits a subtle fragrance reminiscent of exotic flowers and natural decay, which is both calming and uncomfortable.

Her power cells have a lifespan of 500 years, making them extremely long-lasting.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Thuszmeploriva means “carrying of things laid down”, Lestazrondi means “solemn vow of adroitness, truth of dexterity or art of spring”, Kirvathosjemun means “city of forests and honeycombs”, and W’Xelchtuszorviba means “whirling sea of a behemoth’s vermillion thunder, muse that loves his spellbound inevitability, disgraced smoke and flayed thaumaturge or monomaniac of alignment”. In regards to her humanoid manifestation, Mihtazeko means “beautiful night child”.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #goddess #machine #biomechanical #wisdom #knowledge #vengeance #collective consciousness #artificial intelligence #fun facts #extra information

[ask-the-pale-elf]

(Hey Astarion, how do you feel about meeting a Dhampire~?)

A man in his late 20's, early 30's blinks slightly as he is pushed towards the pale elf, his deep violet eyes widening slightly from the sudden force. He manages to catch himself enough to not make a complete fool of himself, sterling white brow raised in question as he gazes upon the man before him. The half-drow takes Astarion in, almost sizing him up and taking in every single detail within mere moments. It takes but a second for him to straighten himself out, flashing him a charming smile that's warm and inviting. However, the natural predatory sharpness lingers in his eyes as he makes eye contact. No matter how hard he seems to fight his own nature, the lingering tattletale signs of his vampiric nature leech out into his demeanor.

"Name's Daniel, you must be Astarion, yes? Pleasure to meet you..."

He's quite the looker, with striking features not only from the sheer contrast of his dark ashened skin and his almost lilac tinged silver hair, but with his aesthetic as well.

Piercings littered his ears is a spiky and yet elegant combo of decorations, spilling out onto his face with his eyebrow and bridge piercings. His clothing keep up with the contrast, being a blend of a fine white linen shirt that billows at the sleeves, tucking into a deep plum and black colored swallowtailed waistcoat. It is completed with a pair of tight black leather trousers that have been cut and restitched back together with patches of lace -and corseting -and rivets. He almost looks as if he belongs to nobility, except the image is sundered by the use of spikes and chains and (admittedly pointless) straps that stretch across each clothing item as a sign of rebellious contradiction. Even the fine rapier at his hip and the sturdy -though oddly shaped- violin case that sits at his back hold this contrast, with spines that stick off of the metal in a wicked way, and tarnish from at least a few battles scratching the casing's surface.

"Forgive the sudden introductions: Medly can be a little overly enthusiastic when they're...excited."

He shoots a slightly disapproving glare my way.

(Yes Cx Sorry if it's long, but I have characters and ideas that I think would be fun to share with others! Please take your time and make sure not to overwork yourself, hun! You're health and well being come first! Sending well wishes to you 🤗🥰🤗🥰🤗🥰)

His ivory eyebrows raised themselves as he gazed upon Daniel, this isn't his usual prey. Astarion would be lying if he said that he had met a dhamphir before so in his inexperience, he thought the half drow was a fellow spawn.

Astarion didn't bother with any of his usual charms or fake pleasantries. Just tired eyes and a held back scoff, Astarion held his glass of wine and sniffed at it. The smell of vinegar wafting off of it causing him to almost reel, but it was better than doing nothing.

He sighed and looked at you once more. Yes, Daniel was quite attractive however... looks didn't impress him anymore. Back when he was still a fledging spawn, they eased the burden a little but, it was all the same in the end.

He carelessly held the stem of his glass and looked at you unamused, "And am I supposed to know you? If you're someone who's looking to encroach on my master's territory or trying to being 'friends' with another spawn, then piss off. Go find someone else to bother."

(Insight Check: Successful!)

You could tell that Astarion was apprehensive to you, mostly out of your vampiric heritage. However, he didn't seem to put any fake pleasantries to try and lure you. Instead you got something closer to the real him, perhaps this is a chance.

#bg3 #baldur’s gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldur’s gate iii #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion roleplay #astarion rp #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #astarion romance #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baulders gate 3 #astarion x you #ghost's posts #bg3 rp #sorry that astarion is a dick #unfortunately he is #im so sorry

[werewolfnightwalker]

Blind, Deaf, or Dead

Hawks gets hit by a Quirk that leaves him temporarily blind, and he somehow ends up in the LOV's care. He's not bothered by his lack of sight; his feathers keep him alert to everything happening in the room, and he'd already been assured it would return within a few hours.

Currently, the only people with him are Dabi- who brought him in the first place- Toga, and Twice.

"We should play a game!" Toga declares, unnerved by Hawks' vacant stare and silence. He felt her move, until she was standing in front of him. "Your hands, please." Skeptical, Hawks gave them to her, and heard a small shuffle, before she laid something in his hand. "What's this?" She asks.

Hawks felt it, felt smooth plastic and bumps and weird, moveable, rubber coated nubs. "Shigaraki's controller." He replies.

"Right! What's this?" The controller is whisked away and replaced. Amused, Hawks indulges her, feeling along the new item. It's hard, and ovalish in shape. There's interesting grooves that his fingers trace.

"One of Compress' masks?" He guesses.

"Yeah! Wow, you're good. Okay, what about this?" The mask is gone, and there's a pause, before she guides his hand to press against flesh. There's a puff of amused laughter on his thumb as he feels a stubbled cheek.

"This is a Twice." Hawks laughs.

"Errnt! Wrong! Totally got it, dude." Twice chortles, pulling away.

Beside him, Hawks feels Dabi stand up and walk away. His feathers quiver, sensing him head towards the kitchen.

"Okay, what about this?" Toga hands him something else. It's a book, one of Spinner's manga. Then it's a knife, a shot glass, and a bottle of cinnamon.

Finally, Hawks huffs. "Okay, I'm bored."

"No, no, one more! It's fun to watch you!" Toga pleads.

Hawks sighs. "One more." He agrees, holding out his hands.

The next thing to touch his fingers is familiar. He knows it instantly, he heard him come back from the kitchen, but he takes his time feeling over the texture in his hands anyways.

His fingertips feel over the wrinkled, leathery, warm skin of scars, and the metallic shocks of staples. He traces down a straight nose bridge, fingers brushing the trio of piercings on one side.

He feels gaunt cheekbones, sunken eyes and the scars below them, followed by thin brows. Spiky, slightly greasy hair. His hands shift back down to trace misshaped, burned ears and their multitude of piercings, feeling where earlobes were not. His thumbs slowly traced mismatched lips.

"I know you." Hawks whispers, golden eyes glittering with mischief, with affection he didn't realize he was showing, "I'd know you blind, deaf, or dead."

The figure before him made no sound as his hands settled on petting sharp jawlines. Only the slightest shuffle, and then Hawks felt something new; a bony hand on his knee, a forewarning, before those mismatched lips were softly pressed to his.

"Blind, deaf, or dead." A rumbling voice murmurs.

When Hawks' eyesight did return, a few short hours later, the first thing he saw was Dabi's face, looking down at him from where he had his head in the villain's lap.

"I see you." Hawks says.

"I see you, too, birdie."

And Hawks saw the way he tried and failed to hide a smile.

#conans writing #dabihawks #hawks #mha hawks #dabi #keigo takami #touya todoroki #hotwings

[neospacegov]

ok here's an evil art style for you:

colored line art, shaded colors, sharp edges, no line weight, no black and white shading

(I know you drawn these things before, but they don't represent your style to me....)

I maybeee cheated the line weight but I would argue that’s just the brush shape. I did have a lot of fun with this one :3

[ID: the artist’s character, Ephraim, drawn in a warm purple palette. She bends over backwards, pointing toward the viewer with one hand. Ephraim is an Asian woman with tan skin and black, spiky shoulder-length hair. She has round glasses frames with a flat top. On her cheek is a large beauty mark. She wears a sleeveless collared shirt, purple tie, and dark pants. Around her waist is a band cincture (priestly belt) with two hanging sashes in the back and a third in the front. In the corner of the page is a two guns layered in the shape of a cross. /END ID]

#blood lake #innercityneospacegallery #smalltownneospacepostoffice