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RIP Jonathan Demme (1944-2017) - The acclaimed Oscar winning director of the masterful classic The Silence of the Lambs (1991) and Philadelphia (1993) died today. Director, writer, producer and actor, Demme was one of the most versatile filmmakers and professionals in the industry, and that also applies for the many films and themes he worked with which includes light comedies as with Melvin and Howard (1980); dark comedies (Something Wild (1986) and Married to the Mob (1988)), dramas like Beloved (1998); remakes of classics - The Truth About Charlie (2002) and The Manchurian Candidate (2004); extensive passages to musical genre, from New Order and UB40 clips to Talking Heads mega-documentary Stop Making Sense (1984) and more recently Neil Young - Heart of Gold (2006) and Ricki and the Flash (2015); and several kinds of documentaries, from Spalding Gray’s monologues in Swimming to Cambodia (1987) and Demme’s own cousin in Cousin Bobby (1992) to cover figures from politics like Jean Dominique and Jimmy Carter. Very few directors in recent years were responsible for developing a unique style that captured our attention and made us see films in a different way. Interspersed shots between hand held and stead camera (courtesy of regular director of photography Tak Fujimoto) and those close-ups with characters looking directly into the camera were part of his trademark; along with his great team of supporting actors who frequently appeared in his movies: Charles Napier, Obba Babatundé, Tracey Walter, Paul Lazar, Jason Robards, Kenneth Utt (producer of his films) and Roger Corman, with whom Demme made his first films. Despite an extensive resume which also includes TV series direction and some acting roles, Demme highest peak in the 1990′s is what most audiences will remember: for presenting Hannibal Lecter in presence, style and reverence in The Silence of the Lambs; and with Philadelphia, breaking taboos as the first AIDS mainstream film in a time where the topic was usually avoided. Other credits include Handle with Care (1977), Last Embrace (1979), Swing Shift (1984), Rachel Getting Married (2009) and A Master Builder (2012).

Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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That’s My Job - Mitch Rapp [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).

Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️


Originally posted by gladersmaze


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Distraction*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature
Summary: Reader is bored and wants to cure it by distracting her boyfriend.
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Mild smut
Warnings: long steamy make out session and it also involves some slight dry humping.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Stepping inside the shared living room of the building, determined to cure your boredom, you spotted your boyfriend sitting on a couch and reading some reports of the last assignment.

Glenn Miller’s soft music - Steve’s favorite - filled the room and relaxed the ambient air while the rest of the Avengers was minding their own business outside the facility and- therefore had left you both. All alone with Steve Rogers.

Walking over the super soldier, you sneaked behind the couch, landing your hands on his shoulders and you massaged the tightness of his muscles, earning some satisfying groans.

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T’Challa’s Abilities

Just a few things he can do, nothing much really. A pretty lowkey king.

  • Super-Genius Intelligence: 
    • Polymath genius
    • Eidetic memory
    • One of the 8 smartest people on Earth
    • Has a PhD in physics from Oxford University (possibly more)
    • Combined alchemy w/ science to create a new scientific field called Shadow Physics
      • allows him to track vibranium on a quantum level, craft weapons that are effective against vibranium
      • created a teleportation device which at the time ripped apart anyone using it w/ great healing ability
  • Master Martial Artist: 
    • Master of all martial arts including African an unknown forms
    • Master of stealth, disguise, etc.
    • Considered one of the best martial artists to have ever walked the Earth
  • Weapons Master: 
    •  Has mastered all known weapons
  • Master Acrobat: 
    • Rigorously trained gymnast and acrobat
  • Expert Marksman: 
    • Master marksman adept with hunting knives, firearms, and other projectile weaponry
  • Master Tactician: 
    • Genius tactician, strategist, and leader who is practically peerless 
    • Was taught tactics and strategies in his youth by his father who encouraged him to always think two steps ahead of his enemies and three steps ahead of his friends
    • Able to out think and out maneuver individuals such as Tony Stark, and other geniuses
  • Expert Tracker & Hunter: 
    • Even without his superhuman senses, he is a master tracker and hunter. Can pick up a prey’s scent and memorize tens of thousands of individual ones.
  • Multilingual:
    • Can fluently speak his native language, English, and other various languages.
  • Master Inventor: 
    • Can invent various devices with special properties when needed
    • Can duplicate practically any other technology after learning how they work or by glancing at the designs
  • Superhuman Strength:
    • Demonstrated exceptional feats of strength like wrestling down a Rhino and breaking its neck, knocking out a Polar Bear, stopping a Elephant’s charge, sending Namor flying with a kick despite his opponent’s superhuman durability, destroying a water mill by bracing himself on the ground and flexing his muscles, even killing a T-Rex dinosaur while using a palm tree as a catapult while in a weakened state
    • Classed at the peak of human potential
    • Marvel handbooks class him strong enough to lift 800 lbs
    • Superhumanly acute senses (like heat vision), enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, durability, healing, and reflexes
  • Diplomatic Immunity
  • Insanely Rich

anonymous asked:

8 for a fenhawke!

8. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward 

Fenris’s heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to flee the scene, but he couldn’t help but to feel a sense of satisfaction when he sat back and found Hawke’s face still lifted, lips parted, eyes closed. When he finally opened them, blinking, almost sluggish, the elf felt a victorious kind of thrill. He had done that.

They were in Hawke’s chair in the Amell mansion’s study. A quiet weekend, rain pelting the windows outside. Hawke had been reading and Fenris pretending to do the same but really just watching him, enjoying the silence and the comfortable way they had and the play of firelight off Hawke’s strong face.

Hawke had poured him a glass of wine, but Fenris couldn’t have blamed the alcohol for his sudden surge of boldness. He had had scarcely half of it before he rose, and crossed the room, took Hawke’s book from his hands and straddled his hips in the chair, cupping Hawke’s surprised face in his hands, and –

They had kissed less than half a dozen times. They were still feeling it out, still a little unsure about admitting their attraction to one another in words and actions and Fenris – Fenris thought about kissing Hawke all the time, these days. Since the first thrilling brush of lips – no, before even that. It seemed he was growing obsessed with the mage’s mouth.

“What – ? Is that - ? Um. Thank you?” Hawke said.

“I like that,” Fenris told him, point blank, because Hawke was still so careful about the whole situation and Fenris hadn’t kissed him nearly enough yet.

“I like it too,” Hawke said, and he looked surprised, pleased, as Fenris, a little more boldly, took his hands and helped him slide them over his thighs. Hawke stretched his neck to kiss him again – tentative, at first, then harder as Fenris responded favorably, the sweetness of the wine on their tongues. Hawke’s hands seemed to burn him through his leggings; Fenris felt warm in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He arched against him as those hands moved around to his backside, and it was unexpected, how exciting it felt. Fenris fed at his mouth. He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, and met Hawke’s seeking tongue with his own, and his whole body felt flush, warm, stirring. Hawke pulled him closer and he arched against him and realized with surprise that he could feel Hawke – that Hawke was – was –

Fenris broke the kiss, and grasping Hawke’s wrists he pulled his hands from his backside.

They were both panting, staring at one another. Fenris’s lips felt bruised, and his body felt – felt –

“Um,” Fenris said, with extreme eloquence, and Hawke released his breath slowly.

“That’s – probably enough for one night,” Hawke said, as if it was his idea, and Fenris felt the urge to apologize.

“I – don’t know what I’m doing,” Fenris told him, which was only partially a lie. He knew the mechanics of it, but had no experience with his own rising reactions, the surprising urge to feel Hawke’s hands on his flesh, to taste his sweat on his tongue.

“We aren’t – ah – in any rush,” Hawke told him. He looked at Fenris as if he wanted to devour him.

When they could walk without embarrassing themselves, Hawke saw Fenris to the door.

“I’m sorry,” Fenris told him again, and Hawke shook his head.

“I’ve known I was in trouble since the moment we met,” Hawke said.

Fenris didn’t trust himself to kiss him goodbye.

I personally have never felt that anything changes Vader until Luke. The Vader that we encounter in Rebels was always meant to be the one devoid of emotions, except for anger, hate and suffering. That he was so trapped inside himself because of the terrible things that happened. Anakin never thinks of himself as betraying his friends. He sees it as his friends betrayed him and the Republic. He has to live on that side of the fence because the truth is just too damming. So he wants to destroy Ahsoka because she represents his past. She represents knowledge of who he was and he wants to wipe that out. His son represents a potential future because his son wouldn’t know who he was. So he could build a new galaxy together with his son. His apprentice is his past and he needs to destroy her.” — Dave Filoni.

  • “His son wouldn’t know who he was.”

Sorry, Filoni, but I consider this observation very shallow and overlooking. I’m mean this statement alone have two different outlook: Positive and Negative! So, onto the Negative (bc it’s too obvious): True, Luke may never know about the specific details of the “ugly” past. However, he sees his father now. He can watch the destructive power that has been unleashed upon the galaxy. In this, even the Sith Lord himself knows he could never hide that from his son, and therefore he doesn’t even bother doing the whole, “I’m the good guy here son!” bs. Vader is direct and unapologetic in his approach in recruiting his son toward the darkside, for god-sake the man cuts-off his son’s hand and kept talking lol… yeah, I don’t think the ugly could be hidden.

  • “His son wouldn’t know who he was”

Positive? Or decidedly positive: Now this part I have to agree with, part of Vader would NEVER want his son idolizing the fool he hates, aka, Anakin Skywalker. (lol too late for that, Luke is already a huge fan) all jokes aside, Vader simply didn’t want his son making the same mistake as he once had; by believing in: Jedi’s values, friendship, or love…

My main problem with this observation, which is Filoni believes that Vader cares enough to “worry” about stuff like that or even consider; when in Canon we see him:

  1. Cutting off his son’s hand and then recruiting him causally;
  2. Giving up on his son’s recruiting and send him off to the Emperor, himself.

We see so much contradiction here. I don’t think “Vader” is capable of worrying or believing in the potential future in such ways. This man stopped living as human being for a long time, so hopes and expectations are for the one named Anakin Skywalker, which Vader hates, therefore… ???????????

  • “His son represents a potential future”

Now this I want to hear more about tbh. I have my own thoughts on the matter, but I’d like more info’s from you Filoni. :)))

The problem with going into DnD with Writer Mentality™ is that I keep stating how my character reacts based on what I think is Logical and Narratively Compelling except like 55% of the time I just fuck myself over. The room caught on fire during battle and I said “This terrifies Cable because she’s 50% cloth and can’t sense heat so she’s in extreme danger of dying by fire so she can only halfway focus on the battle.” DM just went silent then, “Sure, do my job for me. Disadvantage on Cable’s rolls.”

And then I did it like three more times.

wet dream-mature justin bieber imagine

a lot of smut, kind of sub;jb [mature justin x reader]

“Here,” you pat repeatedly on your lap “lay your head here.”

Justin thinks about your request for a long second. I mean you were best friends for nearly 5 years, since you started high school together. Justin and you had been this close before, hell, you guys had held hands, played as a fake couple once even just to piss off this guy who wouldn’t stop asking you out. What was the big deal?

Justin narrows his eyes at your nearly bare legs. He coughs awkwardly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine,” you say as you grab a your jacket which was slung around the arm rest on placed it over your legs. “Is that better little boy?”

Justin doesn’t say a word. He sighs as he places his head on your lap, feeling his head fall into a comfortable state. “I’m so tired,” he yawns out.

After beauty and the beast finished you yawn out yourself, feeling a your head spin a bit. You were tired as well. You wanted to hit the sacks already.

You hear a stir below. You see justin’s lips pouted as he began to shuffle his head around a bit. You suddenly hear a faint whimper come from the boy below you.

You stiffen at the erotic sound. You feel a tingle between your legs. Why was he making you feel this way? You had thought Justin was attractive, you always have, but you never imagined justin would turn you on in any shape or form.

You watch as he begins to move around. You see his eyebrows creasing, his teeth taking his pink pouty lips.

You feel heat start to rise in your lower stomach. You wanted to know what he was dreaming about, what his sexual fantasies were, you wanted to know what turns him on or in this case, what was turning him on.

You hear his breathing increase into small pants. You watch with wide eyes as he reaches a large hand and slowly brushes across his manhood. You squeeze your thighs together, beginning to feel your core drip at the sight.

You see his bulge growing, a strong sight of his member pushing roughly around his basketball shorts, making the bulge obvious as ever. “y-y/n,” he pants out, almost in the breathlessly whiney voice, which travels straight to your dripping core.

You suddenly begin to feel the tightening feeling in your lower stomach bubble up into a stronger, more intense feeling that now, needed to be taken care of. You wished you could slip a finger between your legs, past your flimsy shorts and straight into your awaiting heat to help ease the aching between your legs.

Justin suddenly stirs in his sleep, waking up from his wet dream, eyes blown wide to reality and to what was happening right now. He took a while to figure out what was happening. He could make out what happening when he could feel the restriction feeling on his lower part of his body and the soft heavy breathing coming from you.

“I-” justin’s pupils are wide in shock as he glances to you, “I’m sorry-i didnt know-sorry if i made you uncomfortable,-”

You do nothing but hurrying slip a finger up your shorts, flinging your jacket, which was covering your legs and used as a support pillow for justin’s nap, on the ground.

Justin doesn’t move. He simply stays quiet, almost surprised that you were turned on from his actions and not creeped out or anything. “You’re so w-wet, jesus Y/N,” justin breathes out in astonishment, eyes eagerly watching at how easily you could slip a finger in your heat.

You began to pump your finger in a faster pace, wanting to quickly relieve the stress justin had made you have just from watching his rub himself. You really needed this you thought to yourself. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had orgasmed or had any sexual relief. You, at this point, didn’t care whether Justin was going to look, help you out or if he was turned off by your desperate and sloppy actions, you just wanted to get rid of the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

To your surprise, you feel you hand being harshly yanked away from your shorts, feeling your core empty and loss. “Justin” you whine out, “ what are you doing-I was so close- oh my.” Justin suddenly replaces your fingers with his ones. You could definitely feel the large and structured fingers stretch your walls much better.

You could feel Justin’s paced thrusting of his two fingers hit your soft spot which made you wail out in pleasure. You never knew simply just fingers could make you feel such intense pleasure.

“B-baby,” you pant, feeling out of breath “faster. I’m nearly there-”

Justin latches a harsh and sloppy kiss to your neck, sucking the flesh, feeling the pain turn into screams.

“That’s it baby girl-” he says as he continues to suck and abuse your neck.

You could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers, squeezing your heat around his digits.

Justin feels this action and bites down with his teeth, muffling his groan of pleasure. “You’re driving me crazy baby, I want to feel you around my cock so badly-”

Justin nearly chokes on any remaining breath as he feels your fingers grab him softly, loving the pressure of your hand around his pulsing shaft.

“You,” he says as he harshly twists his fingers in your core, “ are a fucking tease.”

You look at him with innocent eyes, “me?” You breath out, “ how am I a tease? Tell me Justin.. how am I a tease?” You say seductively as you begin to rub up and down on his covered manhood.

Justin could feel how slow your hand was moving. He grunts out as he feels your fingers, delicate as ever slip in his shorts with ease. He feels your cold hands against his warm and sensitive skin.

You smile as you feel no barrier of boxers or underwear. You could feel how hard and ready he was for you. Was this all for you?

“So..” you say as you continue to tease his member, not speeding up at all, “what was your little dream about?”

You watch as Justin began to violently bite his lower lip, seeing it almost turn white. You see how much he was struggling to keep steady as his hand was now removed from your shorts and desperate as ever, clung onto the couch, gripping the armrest.

“Tell me” you say again, urging him to spill the truth, even though you had already heard him pant you name before, you just wanted to see him suffer a bit. “Tell me and I might just let you cum.”

“I-” he says through irregular pants, “I imagined you, you, your mouth was around me”

“Was I now?” You say as you rub your thumb over his slippery slit.

“Jesus-” he croaks out, “quit teasing, I feel like I’m going to fucking die.”

He buckles his hips at your hand, desperately wanting more friction. He was squirming under your touch.. this was somehow turning you on even more.

“Please” he begs as he continues to thrust against your slow snail pace hand.

“fuck this.” He spits out as he quickly tugs his tshirt over his head, letting his upper and tattooed body come in your view.

Faster than ever, you hadn’t even blinked yet and justin had your back against the couch. “you.” He says accusingly “are the biggest tease I’ve met.”

He yanks your shorts and panties off in one go, tugging them down your legs and chucking them on the ground with force. You bite your lip as you thought about what could happen now.

“first these shorts, now the fucking slow ass rubbing?!” He grunts as he sees your glistening heat, bare and open to his lustful eyes.

He couldn’t help but run a finger across your heat. You coat his single middle finger in your arousal, causing him to smirk. “Baby girl, who made you this wet?”

He brings the finger to his eyes and grunts at the string of juices dragging along from his finger, “you smell like heaven babe.”

You watch with wide eyes as he slips his finger in mouth, slowly and keeping his finger there for a long moment before letting go with a pop sound.

“So sweet” he compliments as he quickly attaches your his lips with yours.

You could taste the saltiness as he slips his tongue in your mouth. “Justin” you say as you pull away from the passionate kiss, “I really need you.”

You eye your attention to your body’s lower half, hoping that he’ll get the memo.

“Right.” He nods  “I-I just got a little carried away-sorry.”

You smile at his nervousness but hoping to help him out a little, you yanks his basketball shorts down, just enough to reveal his member, “are you sure you want to do this?” he questions once he realises this was actually going to happen.

“Yes” you say without hesitation.

Justin watches your movements, he watches as you bring your fingers around his pulsing and rock hard shaft, aligning it to your core.

Justin and you both moan out as you rub his tip at your dripping entrance. You feel how large he was, you could see how large he was compared to the size of your awaiting heat.

Maybe Justin could sense your hesitation or maybe he was scared about this too, hurting you that was. “are you wet enough?-I don’t want this to feel bad for you. I could eat you out to help you get wetter or i-”

You push yourself around his cock. You gasp at how full he was, how amazingly he stretched you out.

“Justin” you breath out, “can you move a bit?”

“Jesus, you’re so tight, I don’t think I will last any longer” he says as he buries his head in your shoulder, bringing his lips to your neck as he blows his warm breath of pleasure on your skin.

“Just move- it’ll feel good for me. Please-I’m so close,” you encourage Justin to move even a tad, you could feel yourself letting go any moment. You were so close too.

Justin pulls out as slowly as possible, he slowly pushes back in. You feel how full he felt and how his fullness would rub against your walls, you could feel his tip touch your g spot.

You push your hips desperately to feel him touch the spot that made your head spin a hundred miles per second.

“Babe-stop. Im gonna cum if you move anymore.” He warns as he bites his teeth into your shoulder.

You wail out as you feel Justin’s shaft twitch inside of you. Justin wasn’t lying when he said he was close to spilling. This boy was seriously going to let go. “Justin” you call, “touch me” you speak as you reach above your head, tugging on his arm to help rub your clit. You loved it your clit being rubbed, you knew this would help.

“You- like your clit being touched?” Justin says as he looks down at the erotic sight of your bodies moving, how his shaft was entering your body or how your clit was so swollen and wet with your juices. He wanted nothing but to suck and tug at your bud.

“Fuck- you are making me crazy.- are you close?” He groans out. “I’m there-fu-”

You feel the warm seed of his arousal spill inside you. Justin closes his eyes shut as he rides out his orgasm. You watch as Justin doesn’t pull out, instead he starts to move his half limp shaft in your entrance. “Cmon baby, I’ve got you, I won’t leave you hanging.”

Justin feels his body go into overdrive as he forces his shaft to get hard and erect. Justin just wanted to see you let go, he wanted to make you cum.

“It’s ok.- just pull out, I can finish myself off” you speak seriously as you see the verge of tears appearing in his light glossy eyes. You did want to get off, but seeing Justin like this was kind of painfu.. You hold his lower stomach, feeling how his stomach was clenching every now and then, you couldn’t imagine how difficult it would feel.

“Fuck-” he says as he feels his shaft twitch at the oversensitive pressure. Justin continues to plunge himself in your heat. You feel him growing as he paces himself, not slowing down. Justin suddenly grips the back of thighs, forcing your legs to bend, making your knees hit the bed. Justin allows himself to push deeper, hitting the angles in a whole different level.

“you like it rough? Fuck-so hot” he grunts out as he slams into your heat, hitting the deepest spot which made you see black and white.

“Im there-”

Justin pushes into your entrance, gripping and using your legs as leverage to go deeper than ever.

You feel yourself let go, your orgasm washing over your sweaty body. Justin drills one last time before pulling out, still hard and and the tip swollen and red as ever.

Justin yanks his cock, moving his hand skillfully at a speedy pace. You wondered how often he would jack off, or maybe what he would think about when he did. The dirty thoughts made your stomach tingle with excitement.

He thrusts into his hand, hips moving at a pace that made you question if he was moving this fast while he was fucking you. You could barely tell if he was moving his hand or hips, he was so concentrated.

“Cmon baby boy, let go for me.” You say as you watch him with close eyes, not wanting to miss out on the sight.

“Fuck y/n. You- are -not -helping- me- Jesus”

You watch his thighs shake as his hand slows down and his other grips desperately onto the back of the couch.

Justin spills his load all over his hand. Justin’s breathing slowly becomes normal again. Justin opens his eyes, his eyes still with evident tears because of the overwhelming orgasms.

“I’m sorry” he says as he embarrassingly tugs his shorts over his now limp manhood.

“Let’s go on date.” You say as you lean forward to peck his flushed face, taking him by surprise.

Justin simply smiles at you.

Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It’s beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chords begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last light—full of spheres and zones.
August,
        you’re just an erotic hallucination,
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious?—this large oven impersonating night,
this exhaustion mutilated to resemble passion,
the bogus moon of tenderness and magic
you hold out to each prisoner like a cup of light?

Denis Johnson, “Heat,” The Incognito Lounge: And Other Poems (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1994)

Elemental Correspondence- Fire

Originally posted by fearless-man

Primary Element
Jeweled Court Member: Lord Ruby

Alcohol -  Whiskey
Animals - Lizards, Snakes,
Astrology - Aries
Colors - Deep Red, Orange,
Crystals - Citrine, Ruby, Garnet
Emotions - Yearning
Flower - Spider Lily
Fruit - Pomegranate, Strawberries, Raspberries
Herbs - Cinnamon, Dragon’s Blood
Keywords -  Hearth, Home, Passion
Meme -  Haters Gunna Hate
Metal -  Copper
Musical Expression - Saxaphone
Mythical Animal -  Dragons
Paint Swatches (Sherwin Williams) - Heartthrob Sw6866
Physical Expression - Heart Beat, Body Heat
Sense -  Taste
Symbol - Candle Flame, Torch, Flashlight

Other Fire Elements posts I’ve made:
Elements Aesthetic: Fire

*These are my personal associations for The Elements, I am not looking for critique. You are free to use this for your own stuff, you do not have to ask me if you can use it. YMMV.

Valentine

Series: Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon

Words: 1,570

A/N: I have no excuse. I’m gay dragon trash and I didn’t write anything for any fandom for Valentine’s Day specifically this year, so I whipped this up this morning (in addition to another fic which I shall post later).

Blame my followers. They only encouraged me to write for these two gay idiots and their dragon daughter and now I’m hooked and will probably write more…

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Valentine


When Kobayashi had left the apartment that morning, she’d sent out a silent prayer to the universe itself that nothing too crazy would happen today.

She found herself making that wish just about every day now, but it wasn’t always granted, considering the company she was keeping back at home.

She merely went to work as usual and kept her fingers crossed. She hadn’t even remembered about Valentine’s Day until she’d gotten into the office and heard most of her male co-workers mumbling about how they still needed to buy last-minute gifts for their wives or girlfriends.

Oh, Kobayashi thinks briefly. I guess today is that holiday… I doubt Tohru knows about it. It might be best if it stays that way.

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Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Castiel coming when you call for him during a bad dream, and the angel helping you fall back to sleep.

(not my GIF)

Castiel’s anxiously glinting blue eyes observed your tense sweat-sheened drowsing figure bathed in the faint glow of the bedside clock. White knuckles lessening their grip on the cool metal of the angel blade, his worry creased brow gradually softened at the realization you were no longer in distress.

Only seconds ago you wrestled with an all too common disquieting dream. Terrified to the core, you punched through the wall of unconsciousness, calling out to the angel in your sleep, both in the feeble utterance of his name beyond your lips, and in the deafening screams of your soul. As often happened, you calmed the instant he arrived – his very presence in the room having a soothing effect and reinforcing your tenuous hold on slumber. Restless now from the physical discomforts shadowing a vivid nightmare, you fitfully stirred, fabric tangled limbs struggling to shove off cotton sheets drenched in sweat, vacillating at the fine line between awareness and insentience.

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Uncertainty

Being pursued by an Alpha was positively flattering and absolutely nerve-wracking at the exact same time. You were an omega. When an Alpha of caliber began to take interest in you, your pheromones yanked you one way while your ever logical mind pulled you in the opposite. You were analytical, calculating, smart; your wits often trumping your instinct when it came to these mating dances that Alphas liked to start.

To most Alpha’s, getting an Omega was a game, a notch in their bed post, a tally mark on their roster. Laying with one they hadn’t marked as theirs was enthralling, exhilarating but ultimately a simple ends to a means. Omegas, however, had a susceptibility to forming emotional attachments to those they laid with during moments of high hormonal exchanges. While it was by no means definite in every encounter, there was a chance and you didn’t want that. Of course, you knew, Alphas and Omegas were individuals. While base biology laid out a framework, personalities, genetic makeup,  culture, individual hormone levels, sexualities, any number of factors could change one’s true selves and how their secondary sex affected them. But still you couldn’t risk it.

Except you wanted to. God you wanted to. For him at least.

Reaper wasn’t like other Alpha’s. You had chastised yourself so many times for thinking that cliched chick flick line. But it was really how you felt. Talon was not lacking in agents that fell along the entire secondary sexual spectrum; Alphas, Betas, Omegas and even the occasional Gamma. Reaper was a Prime Alpha, the top of the top, whose simple aura demanded assent from fellow Alphas and subservience from Betas and Omegas. He had the ability to bed whomever he liked and any who ended up there would thank him for the opportunity. And yet, the man had never flaunted his status. Hell, you had barely seen this man take an interest in anyone around him other than Sombra and Widowmaker, which seem strictly professional if somewhat familial, or the occasional agent who incurred his wrath. Until you. You had initially taken his attention for trouble, assuming you had drawn the ire of the organization’s top mercenary by running your mouth.

You were a field agent, albeit one who didn’t get to see as much high-intensity action as he did. You usually were one of the first in; assessing the area, analyzing weak points, pointing out pitfalls, setting up exit routes and traps before getting out and allowing shock troopers to pour in. It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay on comms to instruct agents on where to go. You had learned very early to grow a thick skin as an omega, more often than not Alphas on the field didn’t want to listen to you. They openly bucked up against your instructions, questioning your decisions and mocking your suggestions. ‘Your life is in my hands and if you want to fucking live you will listen’ had become your motto.

You had said that statement so many times it fell from your lips automatically, so when you had spat it at Reaper you immediately paled. It had been instinctual, Reaper was being cornered by that Soldier: 76 vigilante and he seemed hell bent on pursuing him further into the factory despite the fact the building was being stormed by recalled Overwatch agents. So you yelled your line, let him know that there was a air duct he could mist through several halls back and that if he wanted to make it he would take it. Then silence had hung heavy and terrifying in the comms until Sombra’s entertained laughter crackled through the line. Reaper growled, and the noise had sent every single Omega instinct inside of your reeling, demanding that you apologize while your pride refused to let you. Watching your holo-pad you watched him double back, fingers dancing over the screen as security feed turned into thermal and Reaper made his way back to where the rest of his small team was. Before signing out of your device, ‘RIP’ in bold neon purple lettering popped up across your screen.

Since then, the Reaper had made it a point to seek you out. You were shocked the first time you heard him say your name, a shiver rushing down your spine when the deep timbre of his voice reached your ears. You had frozen, waiting for him to yell at you for bucking out of your position, but it never came. Instead, without saying the exact words, it felt like he gave you a begrudging thank you. He had made it a point to seek you out, a few words the first few days morphing into near daily conversations whenever you both were on the base together. You found yourself seeking him out despite your mind telling your mind telling you to be cautious, your pheromones overwhelming them and building a small bit of hope against the barriers you had set up to protect you from situations just like this.

He made you feel surprisingly comfortable, his biting sarcasm and wit making you laugh and giggle(fucking giggle), and you could feel something building inside of you every time you were around him. He didn’t question your intelligence, he enjoyed listening to you speak about your interests and you in turn the same for him. The both of you were strategical and a mutual respect formed when speaking about battle plans. After missions, he’d come to your quarters with absolutely no false pretenses, he’d just listen to you explain how things had gone on the field and occasionally he’d share how things went on his missions. For someone as guarded as you, allowing an Alpha into your quarters was a huge step, and he recognized that. He granted you his name and you had felt honored, this gift better than any bullshit jewelry or piece of clothing or food some other Alpha had tried to woo you with before. Woo…that’s not what this was supposed to be, although you were doing a poor job of convincing yourself of that.

You raked your fingers through your sweat-soaked hair, releasing a slow, shuddering breath as your tried to center yourself. Reap–no Gabriel, was due to stop by this evening; he was returning from a week-long mission in Egypt and you knew he would be by here soon enough. You tried to calm the excitement that was growing in your stomach, but you truly didn’t know if you wanted to. Your heat had swept in hard and fast, your mind was a confused jumble as you tried to find reason in what you were feeling. You liked him, or at least you thought you did. You piqued your interest, he didn’t question your intelligence, he made you feel wanted. And he wanted you too…right? Or was that your heat-riddled mind reading further into this than what it was.

Shaking your head, you huffed and shook your hands hard as if that would help to shake away those feeling of uncertainty before going back to building your nest. You had already spread all the softest blankets and cushions onto your bedroom floor, your normal nest gear, but now you were hovering in your living room. Comfortable living had always been something you focused on, soft pillows and blanket laid across your small couch. The scent of Gabriel had soaked into them and your heat heightened senses drew you to them like a magnet. But every time you went to pick up one of the pillows or the thin blanket, to drink in his scent, you hesitated. Could you trust these feelings?

Ambivalence hung heavy in your breast as your fingers grazed over the blanket, your hand tightening into the fabric and shivering as his heady scent filled your nostrils. Your fist tightened around the soft fabric, your movements still timid as you pulled the blanket into your arms, hugging the fabric to you. An unconscious keen rose from your throat, a lazy smile tugging across your lips. Smoke and sandalwood and musk intertwined with the normal lighter, sweeter scent of you.

“You look much happier when you give in cariño.”

“Holy fucking shit!”

You practically jumped out of your skin, actually jumping two feet into the air and away from the part man-part wraith, twisting around to see his smirking form. Another perk of getting close to the Alpha was he allowed you to see his unmasked face. Another shred of evidence perhaps? Shaking your head you tried to calm your drumming heart, knowing that your shouldn’t have been too surprised. You and Gabriel had a system involving the decorative magnets on your door; if the cute round barn owl was up, the man could wraith in, if it was down, he had to message you before he entered. You had left it up, unconsciously wanting him to immediately come to you. You couldn’t hide your delight that he had.

The man stood before you, sans his normal trench coat, gauntlet and body armor. Just those impossibly tight black cargo pants, his black combat boots and a black t-shirt that you swore had to be painted on over the succulent muscles of his chest shoulders and arms. His dark skin had that impossibly cool gray undertone, your fingers itching to drag over the scars and keloided wounds, to learn the stories behind them. You wondered how his thick black curls would feel between your hands, clenched between your fists as you pulled him to you and begged–oh god you were tumbling down that rabbit hole hard.

You gulped hard, trying to temper your body’s volatile reaction to him. Pleasure instantly began to pool in between your legs, your thighs squeezing tight together, your face flushing in desire as you tried to form words. No, this wasn’t right. You couldn’t do this. But god did you want this, wanted him. Your eyes were big as you stared at him, gaze frantic as you looked at the man, trying to calm the sea of emotion that churned in your mind. Gabriel took a half step forward, his hand reaching out to rest on your cheek confidently. His touch was cooler than you imagined, small tendrils of black smoke curling off of his dark skin, your body unconsciously melting into his contact. His thumb brushed right under you eyes, your gaze jumping up to meet his sanguine orbs; the calmness he exuded beginning to penetrate your frenzied mind.

“Why are you resisting your nature?”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, your mouth open and closing several times before you were able to form anything comprehensible.

“I-I want…n-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused”, you stuttered, before your words melted into a soft purr as he awarded you with an affectionate stroke of the cheek for sharing. You couldn’t see, but your pupils were already dilated, more black than iris in your gaze, a tell-tale sign you were beginning to tiptoe further into your heat.  “I-I th-think I want you….I-I re-really do b-but I can’t! I-I can’t…”

“Why can’t you querida”, he asked, turning your face in his hand, no judgement behind his eyes. He simply wanted your answer. “Resisting your nature is only going to make it worst. I can smell it on you. You want this, you want me to make you mine. Hell, I want it too, Y/N. So what are you fighting for?”

“What if it’s just the heat”, you exclaimed, your hands pushing the blanket tighter against your chest. You took a half step back, immediately missing his touch as you left his range. He allowed you to move away but you could see that he was not going to leave, not that you would ask him to. You fidgeted with the blanket, wanting to tear your eyes away but you couldn’t. Your body was practically swaying, the sudden rush of body heat making you dizzy. But you were determined to get your point across. You didn’t want to blow this with him, you didn’t want to possibly lose him. “I feel like I want you but I don’t want…don’t want to second guess it. Can't… Can’t you fuck me without claiming me? Please?”

You fidgeted, trying to force down the keen that was in your throat as you looked at him, unconsciously pouring charm in waves towards the Alpha. Gabriel gave you a small half-nod, your eyes growing round in surprised excitement, the excited noise that left your throat making the Alpha chuckle.

“We can take this as slow or fast as you’d like cariño”, he answered, opening his arms up for you to move into. He was allowing for it to be your call, no pressure, no intimidation. Your eyes dropped to his chest then back up to his face before you surged forward, the blanket still held tight to you.

The self control that the Prime Alpha had been exerting was lost when you threw yourself at him, one of your arms looping around his neck as you pressed your lips hard to his. He growled ravenously against your lips, his arms looping around your waist, crushing your body hard against his. You shuddered, your body on fire as his hands finally had their chance to explore, running up and down your spine and sides, drawing desperate mewls from your mouth. His tongue swept at your bottom lip demanding entrance, your lips parting to oblige, moaning desperately as you tasted him for the first time. He tasted like smoke and spice and just–right.

“N-nest pl-please”, you begged, pulling away from his lips as you tried to pull air into your lungs. Your mind was beginning to go, you were turning into nothing more than a bundle of nerve and instincts and you needed to be in your nest with him. You barely heard his growled ‘where’ as your kiss swollen lips found his again, stuttering softly against his own. “B-b-bedroom!”

You gasped in surprise as Gabe hoisted you up by your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walked through your small apartment. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his head dipping into your neck and nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin at the crux of your shoulder. Your legs tightened around his waist, pressing you more firmly against his covered length, your head leaning against his when he finally made it into your room. He was ridiculously careful when he put you into the bundle of blankets, a shiver rolling down your spine as he hovered over you. He licked his lips, a slow smirk crawling onto his features, a predatory gaze taking over his features. Still he waited for a tick, his eyes drifting up and down your body, his hands hovering but not exactly touching yet. Testing, making sure.

“Please”, you begged, back arching up and off of the soft cushions, your eyes growing misty. He was not your Alpha, but in this moment there was nothing, no one else but you two. “I’m burning up, please Gabriel…”

“Shh”, he ordered, straddling your waist, his cool hands moving under your shirt and pushing the fabric up and off. The tears in your eyes rolled down your cheeks, your body arching towards his touch. “Quiet now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gabriel’s hands made quick work at removing the rest of your clothes, a soft sigh falling from your lips in absolute relief as the cooler air of the room caressed your skin. He sat back, admiring your body, a low rumble of appreciation in his chest. Your entire body was flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering you from head to toe. Your thighs and nethers were covered in slick, your nipples hard, your lips parted and your eyes half shaded as you stared up at him, hair fanned like a halo around your face. You were the perfect image of desire and he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

His shirt came off and his shoes had been toed off before he entered your nest, his lips finding your nipples and pulling them into your mouth. He groaned around the hard bud, your hands tightening into his hair. His tongue flicked and circled the hard bud, sucking hard until your back arched off of the nest once more. His hand dove between your legs, a scream torn from your lips as soon as his finger touched your heated sex. He wasted no time, slipping between your sopping lips and finding your clitoris, an orgasm tearing through your body. Your thighs clamped around his hand and trapped it, or at least they tried. He was stronger than you on a regular day. When you were in heat, pushing your thighs back open was effortless, his fingers circling around your hypersensitive bud.

“No no amorcita”, he practically purred to you, pulling away from your breast with a pop. Your face burned even brighter now, your body on fire with the need to feel him, to have him inside of you. “You’re burning up right? You need it right? I’m not small, querida. You gotta be nice and relaxed…”

You nodded at each of his questions, whining desperately, taking his lack of immediate action as a no.

“P-p-please”, you begged, your hand dragging down from his hair and to the side of his neck. Your fingertip traced over the sensitive areas that a mating mark would go, an extremely erogenous zone as you begged. You could see the shudder roll through him, the bare chested man releasing a low, warning growl as he looked down at you. “Please please….I need….please?”

He pulled back, tears actually flowing from your eyes as he sat completely back on his feet, a petulant sob leaving your lips. He shook his head at you, a chastising look at trying to coerce him into fucking him before you were ready. Gabriel kept his fingers on your soaked cunt, his other hand moving to rest gently on your hips to keep you in place and prevent you from sitting up. His fingers dragged down from your swollen clit before two of his thick digits were pressed inside of you, your hips rocking to try and gain more traction. Your walls were molten hot, Gabriel biting his bottom lip at how tightly you were squeezing his fingers. Gabriel moved slow, scissoring his fingers inside of your carefully as he stretched you out. It wasn’t enough, your hips trying to rock and twist to take more of him inside of you. A third joined the first two, more slick spilling over his fingers and hands, a choked keen of need rising from your chest. Still, the Alpha kept up his work, winding your body up and stretching you until he made an approving sound in the back of his throat.

When Gabriel pulled away from you completely, you felt as if you might fall completely apart, reaching out for him. He unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other smoothing over your forehead, quietly shushing you, comforting you as he pushed his pants away and down. You drank in his touch, turning your face and nuzzling desperately against him, keening your need to him wordlessly. His cooler body temperature was heaven against your burning skin, and the physical contact calmed the raving need in your mind.

His other hand came to your face, making you focus in on him as his forehead came to touch yours. Your eyes were round and watery, his gaze heated and primal, his thumbs stroking either side of your face as he pressed several gentle kisses to your pleasure swollen lips. Soft, happy mewls met each his, your hands moving to gently hold his wrists in place, not wanting to lose his touch as he stabilized himself on his elbows.

“Spread your legs a little more”, he orders between tender kisses, your body obliging the Alpha as you tried to keep up with him. “Now relax cariño…”

His kisses got longer, deeper, hungrier as you felt him began to push himself forward, his lips capturing your moan as his head pressed against your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat, gaze finally tearing from his as he pushed inside of you, eyes shutting tight. Your own kisses stuttered against his as he pushed himself in half way before pulling out, a wanting sob wrested at the emptiness you felt. Gabriel stole the whine away, his lips crashing into yours as his thickness pressed into you again, your hips arching to meet him needily. He pulled back though, sending a clear message that he was in control and in charge of your pleasure, his hips rolling to push further into you and graze against the bundle of nerves inside of you. You sobbed and writhed beneath him, your body overwhelmed by every single sensation you were feeling.

Your lips and tongue were his, nips and kisses making them even more sensitive.  Your hands could only claw at his forearms and shoulders and neck and back, completely lost at what to do with your hands, unable to ground yourself as you floated in pleasure. Every single stroke he drove inside of you sent slick dribbling, your thighs and calves and lower stomach twitching in pleasure. You were enraptured, you could die like this if it meant experiencing pleasure like this for your final moments. With him. God, this was all you could ask for, wasn’t it?

“Ahn!”

One of Gabe’s hand dragged away from your face, forcing itself between your bodies and finding your clit. No, this is how you would die. You jerked against him but his thrusts and touch were firm, his thumb circling your clit in tandem with a thrust against your g-spot. Every muscle in your body went stiff before you began to quake as your first true orgasm of your heat slammed through you, white taking over your vision as you arched into him. He didn’t let up, his thumb remaining dimly pressed against your clit as he continued to fill you up, your cries melting away into mewling, surprised breaths, another orgasm burning through you. Your vision went pleasantly fuzzy, your head lolling to the side as you were overcome with yet another orgasm. Gabriel’s dropped his face into the crux of your neck, kissing and nipping but pulling back just short of biting or claiming you, your body shivering as his brutal pace slowed, his cock still inside of you.

“Don’t worry”, he said, marking his words with a gentle kiss. “I’ve got you as long as you’ll have me.”

vixinman  asked:

In the sensory part of the Evolution AU, wouldn't Lance's sense of smell be heightened when under water similarly to how sharks abd other fish can sense immediate differences in the water?

Lance has a…. unique physiology.…. 

Because he breathes from his rib cage directly, his olfactory senses are not connected to his lungs but have a separate organ housed in his nasal cavity that can detect scent changes. To smell things he has to scent them which requires very little effort and basically works on a constant basis, but he can actively shut them off if he doesn’t like a certain smell. Unlike humans who have to breathe in to smell things, even the smallest scent change and Lance will notice it. It’s not something that overwhelmed him though, as the scents outside of the water don’t smell very strong, they are just unique and it’s easier for him to distinguish where each scent is coming from. 

Because his mouth and nose aren’t connected to his lungs, he also has two vocal chord-like organs that vibrate at will to let him speak. They give him a range of noises he didn’t have as a human which is how he makes the clicks and pops and dolphin squeaks. 

His “head fins” are echolocation based and will click for easy echolocation. However he can also use his voice pops and clicks, but his head fins are much much quieter for stealth. Likewise they and his ear fins pick up vibrations with his fins to give him a very clear idea of his 360 degree surroundings at all times. 

His arm fins sense water temperature but the two thin fins that branch from his tail sense heat disturbances at a very minute level. 

Since changing Lance has spent actually only a small amount of time in the water and it’s usually to sleep or have fun in the pool (both places have water monitored so temperature changes are rare and the pools are kept clean so there’s not much to smell). His hover bracers keep him afloat even outside of the water so typically he’d rather hang with his friends and has not had the opportunity to smell or use his senses when heightened. When he goes to the Me’revid planet, THEN he gets to have a lot of fun with the scents, water changes, temperatures and the like. 

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Part Five: Putting A Companion To Use

As much fun as it is to have a creature accompanying your party, they must have a reason for being there. Cute, fun, and an exercise for world-building and creature conceptualizing simply aren’t good enough reasons. This doesn’t just apply to creature characters, but also to secondary and tertiary characters (and sometimes even main characters): If a character is only present for perhaps one or two purposes that are not directly impacting the plot, your highest priority should be finding a way to combine their most important features with another more vital character. That said, there are things you can do to make sure your creature character pulls their weight in the tale.

Fighting Skills

Even taking into consideration what type of story you’re telling, it’s highly likely that your characters will encounter obstacles in their path that require combat. Maybe it’s thieves ambushing them on the road, maybe it’s a stare-down with the antagonist in the center of the city, or maybe it’s tensions running high within the group. Whatever is going on, you need to be aware of how your creature companion will contribute to the fray.

Return to the list of attributes you wrote for your creature earlier in the post series and begin to think about how their physiology will let them fight. Are they small and sneaky, dangerously quick and notoriously hard to catch? Or are they large, intimidating, with hides built for soaking up damage? Are they prone to losing themselves in the rage of a fight, or are they clear-headed and strategic? Are they used to fighting or not? How well they’re able to keep their head, defend, and exploit weaknesses in an enemy will depend not only on what weapons they have but also how used to the stress of the situation they are. Adrenaline can do a lot of things, but a perfect, flawless fighter it will not make. Make sure you also consider their weaknesses in battle. Where are they vulnerable? Where will they always be sure to guard? What will absolutely, no-holds-barred make them lose their focus? How willing are they to die for other characters?

Not all your creatures will have the same depth of fight-or-flight, and creature companions with more complex intelligence may also come with a morality that may differ from your humanoid characters. What’s your creature companion’s end-game goal in a fight–kill, disable, exert dominance until surrender, or flee? How will they view those who act in ways that contradict their own beliefs about right and wrong in combat circumstances, or those who are willing to enact harsher tactics than they are? Will they continue to follow orders?

Non-combat Skills

Not all our creature companions will be suitable for combat, and that’s okay, but they need to be able to contribute directly to the plot in another way. Perhaps your companion is as simple as a pet mouse kept in the pocket or pack of a character. Think about what kinds of skills that creature may have that it could be trained or convinced to use to benefit the story. The mouse is probably not particularly useful in a fight, but it can be convinced to crawl beneath doors to see if anyone is inside a room or fetch small, light objects like parchment or loose coins.

Walk through each of the senses as pertains to your creature and write yourself a list of traits that may come in handy in the story. The list of characteristics you made earlier in the post series will be a tremendous help with getting you started, so I suggest pulling that out to begin with. Are they pack animals? Can they track? How’s their sight versus smell? Do they have nimble hands/feet with the ability to manipulate things? Do they sense heat? Can they be taught tricks? Do they obey? Can they fetch?

Mythical Creatures

When your creature companion is straight out of mythology, or your world has any kind of pervasive magic, it adds a whole other layer to what your companions may be capable of. Remember to list out any kind of extraordinary abilities your mythical creatures may have that regular creatures may not including things like the ability to turn others to stone, or breathe fire, to manipulate minds, emotions, fates, shadows and light, or any other powers that may be granted to them from their unique physiology or the magical effects of your world. Be sure to take into consideration how common they are to see around the world, as that will have a big impact on the intimidation factor of their combat or their ability to go unnoticed in crowds. We’ll talk more about communication a little later, but now may be a good time to note whether your creature has any sort of telepathic communication abilities as it would come in handy during pretty much any sort of fighting situation, to be able to speak and give orders to others from anywhere on a battle field.

Next up: Personality!

Kitty

Genre: Smutty Smut 

Pairing: Reader X Chaerin (CL)  [Girl x Girl]

Word Count: 1.5k-ish 

Originally posted by secondleadclub

You walked into the living room, your favorite mug of tea in hand accompanied by a book in the other to read as you sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket on yourself. You sighed comfortably at the soft fabric of your kitty jumpsuit. 

Well, technically it was your girlfriend’s but she wasn’t supposed to home for another hour, so what harm could it do?

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  • what he says: im fine
  • what he means: listen ok i understand that during gon's date with palm it confirms that he's still 12 but there's no way that's possible ok hes 13 AT LEAST at that point. during the greed island arch killua goes to get his hunter license and it confirms that that year's hunter exam took place at the very beginning of the year right after new years, which means last year's hunter exam took place in january too, assuming that they take place during the same time every year. gon's birthday is in may, and killua's is in july--they were both 12 when they took the exam the first time, so there's no way they didnt pass both of their birthdays over the course of the series. theres literally no way they werent 13 during the end of the greed island arch. the whole span of the chimera ant arch takes place over the course of at least 3 months, quite possibly more, meaning gon would've been almost 14 during his fight with pitou. why do they keep saying hes 12? why have they not celebrated their birthdays? why are these boys never aging?

anonymous asked:

Headcannons for kirishima, shinsou, aizawa, and mina when sparing with their crush, and suddenly it starts becoming a little bit more heated in another sense ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kirishima:

  • Is totally unaware of what is happening because he is hella into the fight.
  • His crush is going to have to be very up front about what they want. 
  • Once he realizes whats going on he is going to completely forget where they are. i.e: make out sessions in the middle of a field, gym, etc that even god couldn’t interrupt. So manly.

Shinsou:

  • HE STARTS IT.
  • Actively tries to get his crush in compromising positions: makes them fall backwards with the crush on top, knocks them against walls, etc.
  • Does subtle things to escalate the situation: holds them a little longer before letting them go, purposely says things right next to their ears, intense sleepy eye contact, etc. 

Aizawa

  • Sees it happening but tries to ignore it and continue the fight. Purposely tries to avoid sketchy situations but ends up in them anyway (like with himself on top of them)
  • After the tension gets too high, he stops the fight by wrapping them in his scarf, and just stares at them.
  • Does not let them go and takes them back to his room and  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) by that I mean treats them with respect and plays cards of course.

Mina:

  • Will encourage all of the rising tension and flow with the mood.
  • Any time they get her into a compromising position she is gonna tease them about it. Like, “So now that you have me here…” 
  • Will drag that sexual tension home, along with her crush, and have some nice clean fun, of course  by that I mean treats them with respect and plays cards of course. As clean as tonsil hockey is. 

Belated Inktober #29

so anna and i occasionally toss around ideas for an extremely ridiculous au in which jack atlas is a fashion designer/occasional model, when the actual models are NOT DISPLAYING HIS OUTFITS TO BEST ADVANTAGE