#//And then animated had me fucken DEAD

[xiindomitable]

The face of a man who leapt cheeks first into the fray to save lives, and it fucken worked.

[lucienarcheron]

Spirit Meets the Bones XXXI

Genre: Angst/Romance/Drama Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse. Author’s Note: dare I say...the end of my blue balling era has come.

shoutout to @divinerivals for being on this journey with me <3

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Find it all here.

Pieces of her heart were being chipped away at what he was suggesting. As if Iris would be able to simply…continue with her life should he be taken from her. 

She had no doubt – none that Eris didn’t cherish having a mating bond as deeply as she did. For him to sit here and plan for her to move on…

As if she would have a life with her mate dead. 

“Are these the kind of thoughts you’ve been sitting on the last few days?” she finally asked. “This is what’s been going on in that head of yours?”

When Eris said nothing, Iris couldn’t help her scoff of indignation and she shook her head, rubbing a hand to her forehead in true exasperation, anguish clogging her throat. She was still struggling with the idea of leaving him on that cursed day and here he was, trying to find ways for her to cut her losses and continue life without him. 

“And you have the nerve to say that so casually,” she muttered and felt her chest tighten painfully. “Like the loss of my mate is something I’m supposed to accept. Like it’s so simple to…adjust.” 

He scowled, working his jaw. “It’s not simple. None of this is simple but if I can do anything to protect you, I will.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “If everything goes well and he’s dead by the end of it, I will ravish you to our heart’s content.” 

She stared at him incredulously. “If I slapped you right now, you’d deserve it.”

“I know.”

“What happened to ‘have faith it’ll end in our favor’?” she snapped. “I know you’re worried but for you to think that I’d be able to — to just move on should something happen to you…What is the matter with you?”

“I’m trying to take all the precautions I can, Iris.” he hissed. “The mating bond is a living thing – it’s real and people can sense it if we are together. They can scent it and while I can hide it as best as I can, there is always a fucken risk. Had we gone farther this morning – had our scents mingled – the mating bond would be strong, Iris. Far stronger than what it is now and the risk will be infinitely higher. Should anything happen to me, I don’t want it to be so catastrophic for you. If we can avoid it even a little bit –”

“There is a risk for everything, Eris!” she snarled and tried not to stutter as she continued, “Whether something happened to you or not – being mates won’t go away.”

“That is exactly why I don’t want anyone to know. In the event something happens to me, you’re not hunted down like an animal.” he snapped and avoided looking at her again. “If I can’t give you peace while I’m here, at least let me give you some peace if I’m gone.”

Iris could only stare at him, her hands slacked at her sides, her chest so tight. That ache she had felt this morning while watching him sleep returned in full force and she wanted to double over at the pain. The idea – the mere thought of anything happening to him – that he would cease to exist — a panic like no other unfurled through her whole body. 

Did he truly think he mattered that little to her? That she was somehow only sticking around at the convenience of being his wife and mate? 

“You’re being mean, Eris.” she said so miserably, that it made him finally meet her gaze.

“Iris.” he said softly, grimacing and she shook her head, distress coursing through every inch of her being.

“Are you truly so unaware of how much you mean to me, that you think the idea of you dying wouldn’t devastate me?” she whispered. “That I would want to have an out if you’re not with me?” 

Eris felt his insides shrivel, his body running both hot and cold, feeling wrecked by her words. He couldn’t help but look away, down at his hands – hands that had so much blood on them and would need to be soaked in more blood to get to the light at the end of the road. And here she was, saying things that would make it even harder for him to let her go.

As she watched him process, the way she always did, she thought back to her hesitation to confess her feelings to him for fear of him not saying it back. But knowing Eris and the way he was…she knew he needed words from her. He stayed in his head so often, Iris didn’t think he’d realize just how much she felt for him unless she said the words.

“Eris,” she called to him and he couldn’t stop himself from lifting his head and sharing a glance with her. “In case it wasn’t abundantly clear, I do not want to have a life without you.”

She said it so calmly – like the words wouldn’t crush him, to hear her say that. Even if he knew – he knew how she felt – for her emotions were usually a mirror to his own, but he was hit all over again with how badly he needed to hear it and it always seemed like she knew exactly what he needed. His wife – mate, who watched him the way he watched her, memorizing things about him and his wants, his needs.

He could hear the rapid beating of her heart, the flush on her cheeks giving away how nervous she was to say those words, like Eris hadn’t been drowning in his feelings for her since their first night together. 

Like he wasn’t so very overwhelmed by the sheer force of her existence. 

As if he wasn’t fighting just how obsessed he was with having her in his life.

“I’m not going to deny how I feel when everything is on the line like this.” Iris continued and took a step towards him. “I have been having all these feelings and it scared the shit out of me. Then we find out we’re mates and suddenly, everything about us makes sense.” She paused for a moment, swallowing as they watched each other, another type of declaration sitting on the tip of her tongue but Iris wasn’t ready yet; she’d save that for another day. “I’m not going to sit here and let you make plans that separate us because of what your father could do,” she said, waving a hand helplessly. “I’m not going to let him win.”

“I don’t want him to win.” he could only bring himself to say, his voice hoarse. 

“That’s exactly what you’re doing when you sit here and say those things to me,” she said. “When you belittle what we have and how – how significant it is. I’m your wife and mate and that’ll never not be a risk. We were complete strangers yet somehow, the stars aligned and here we are. On the cusp of something that’ll change the trajectory of our lives and everything we know…” Her mouth was set in a firm line as she continued quietly, “I’ll be damned if I let you think that you can hold me at a distance because of what may or may not happen. When you try and act like it wouldn’t ruin me should something happen to you. ”

Eris felt any resistance he had start to crumble. 

“The Mother decided you and I were mates for a reason,” Iris said and gently lifted his chin with her hand. “This thing between us… this is the first thing that has ever been mine and whether you like it or not, I will go down swinging for it. For you.” Iris licked her lips before adding so quietly, “Don’t deny me of you because of him. He doesn’t get to take anything more from us.”  

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” he whispered and hated that his voice cracked. 

Iris’s expression softened, her thumb caressing his cheek. “If something is meant to happen, then it will. All we can do is accept it and be as ready for it as we can.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw and Eris had to glance down at his clenched hands. “I have waited so fucken long for this,” he said and met her gaze. “For you.” He stood once more, his hands latching on to hers. “I have wished and pleaded and fucken –” Eris stopped himself but knew the desperation on his face must’ve shown exactly how he felt. The sheer yearning he’d had over the years. Since she married him, Iris had been by his side and yet he still craved her more and more deeply each day. He wanted to inject her very essence into his veins. He wanted a life with her. To make her laugh. To give her every single thing she ever desired. But how did he describe this to her? How did he verbalize exactly how much she meant to him? Was telling her he lo – how he felt as she did enough? 

He hadn’t used that word in years – decades. Eris hadn’t even let himself think of the word all these years because of how his father would tarnish it. He had spent his life half in agony with his hope buried so deeply beneath it that he wasn’t sure he could feel that emotion. 

But his mate was a gift. An honor. One he still didn’t believe he deserved but would hold on to for as long as he had time. She was his hope. 

Eris Vanserra had always been a broken dreamer but with Iris? His sky finally had stars. 

And Iris watched him struggle with his mind, holding onto all the things she knew he wanted to say and squeezed his hands tightly. “I may have promised you that I’d leave on the night of the ball so that you don’t have to worry about me but I am not leaving you. I am not going where I cannot return.” 

Eris swallowed hard and forced himself to take a breath. “I have wanted for so long,” he whispered. “I am terrified this will be taken from me. I am terrified of what will happen to you should something happen to me and I want you far away from here in case it does.”

“That means you have to make sure nothing happens to you.” Iris whispered to him and cupped his face. “So that nothing happens to me and then you and I can actually get to live.” 

Whatever was left of that wretched heart of his broke into a thousand pieces and Eris felt his hands start to shake, his chest caving in. Why was she so patient with him? Why was she tied to someone as inadequate as him when she could’ve had someone – anyone better? Cleaner. Less troublesome. 

But her hands were on his face and no hands – none – had ever felt so right. 

It was as if any place Iris touched, she wiped clean and Eris was stained with misery all over. The more she touched him, the more of it she seemed to clear.  

He wanted to live with her. He wanted to look forward to tomorrow. He wanted to give her a life where she had everything she wanted and more. 

Eris wasn’t embarrassed as he stumbled over his words, “You – don’t want a life without me then.”

Roses bloomed on her cheeks as she blushed so beautifully, her hands dropping to her side and nodded. “No, I don’t.” 

And it was like a puzzle piece sliding into place inside his body and mind. 

Eris stared at her as she stood before him, her heart sitting there for the taking – his taking. She let him see all her vulnerabilities and Eris’s shoulders slumped. He felt the same way, didn’t he? He had never felt this way with anyone. He – he was in love, right? This was that feeling – the one everyone whispered about.

He was in love with his wife. A slight terror coursed its way through his chest as he forced himself to swallow hard and run a hand over his mouth again, the words on the tip of his tongue. The longer he looked at her, the harder it was to choke them down. He had always promised her words and yet, he wanted to savor these specific words for a better time. When it didn’t feel like an ominous declaration. Instead, Eris found himself confessing so quietly, it was barely above a whisper, “I think…I think that I lived half a life before you and am far more attached to you than I care to admit. My world was black and white…” He swallowed and took a breath before adding, “Now it’s screaming in colors I couldn’t see with anyone else. I find that your shade of life is my favorite.” 

He felt her joy at his words through their bond, that small, shy smile she reserved for him and him alone graced her lovely face. That joy found its way to his chest and Eris could’ve sworn everything in him settled. His very spirit seemed to wrap around hers, settling deep into his weary bones, where the Prince of Autumn knew, nothing would compare to this feeling again.

Like his whole being had taken a breath of fresh air.    

Iris’s heart was thumping wildly, his confession only confirming what she already knew, knowing the way his words meant something deeper, something he was still terrified to share. But it didn’t matter.

Eris was hers and Iris was his, in every way that it mattered. 

She shifted on her feet, a hand tightening in the folds of her robe as she said, “It’s a really good thing we’re married –” 

“And mates.”

“ –Otherwise this obsession with each other would've been really awkward.” she finished, giving him a pointed look that had them sharing a chuckle. 

He stared at her for a moment too long and Iris had just opened her mouth when he finally said, “How is it you can do that?”

“Do what?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“Make me laugh when I – I feel like I can’t breathe.” 

“Because I see you, Eris.” she said simply and shrugged almost helplessly. “And…and I’m giving you my heart to take care of. The least I can do is take care of yours too.” 

Eris felt himself about to crumble. He would shatter into pieces all over this floor and Iris would be left with a pile of rubble for a husband. He wanted to be embarrassed. He felt his cheeks heat as she watched him process her words, a hint of amusement in her gaze. But gods, he didn’t even care. He just wanted her. 

“So it wasn’t just the puppies you were sticking around for, hm?” he finally said.  

Iris’s eyes lit up, her smile playful as she teased, “You called them puppies.”

Eris couldn’t help his own shrug, giving her a half smile. “You’re wearing me down, wife.” 

She chuckled even as she shifted on her feet and glanced at him beneath her lashes. “I haven’t even started wearing you down yet, husband.”

Immediately, the energy in the room shifted, the bond between them going taut the way it always did when they shared a heated glance.

“Is that so?” he asked carefully and Iris nodded. She placed a hand on his chest, slowly pushing him backward until the back of his knees met the bed and Eris sat, their eyes never leaving each other. “How else do you plan to wear me down?”

Iris bit her lip, a hand toying with the sash of her robe. With everything to come and all that had been shared the last few days, she knew without a single doubt, she wanted him. “That depends,” she said and straightened, her expression turning serious. “Are we going to let him ruin this for us?”

Eris’s eyes hardened. “He doesn’t get to win.” he said and his tone left no room for argument. “He doesn’t get to take anything else from me.” 

“Then I want you to forget about everyone and everything else. Stop thinking. Stop worrying.” she said softly. “Let’s just focus on you and me. Do you think we can do that?”

“Iris…”

“Because I don’t want an out, Eris. I only want you.” she said. “ Do you want me?”

“That is a ridiculous question.”

“You’ve been ridiculous all day.” Iris said with a shrug. “I’m trying to stay on theme.” 

And he realized how truly stupid he was being when he almost chuckled at her words. For someone as calculated as he was, trying to be ten steps ahead of the curve, it dawned on Eris this was something he never had control over since the beginning. She wrecked all his plans, even when he was being pig-headed trying to protect her. 

If the end was coming, the least he could do was let himself enjoy it. Enjoy her. 

He licked his lips, his heart nearly bursting out of his chest as he confessed quietly, “I have never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

A flush crept across her cheeks and Eris loved watching the way his words impacted her. He sure as fuck was not good with words but he had promised himself he’d try for her and by the gods, he would say anything to watch the way she bloomed with encouragement. 

And he watched her, like a lovelorn fool, wondering exactly how he had managed to think he knew what happiness meant before her. 

“I’ve…thought a lot about what our first time together would be like.” Iris said, gently pulling to untie her robe. “I thought about what I’d wear and have been experimenting with different gowns to get a feel for what you’d like.” 

“I like everything you wear. You looked beautiful in them all.” he said and Iris preened at his compliment but gave him a coy smile.

“But I know you’d prefer me wearing nothing.” 

Eris couldn’t help but shrug, a smirk forming on his lips. “Nothing would look fantastic on you.” 

And Iris felt her body heat. He had said those words to her before and she had recoiled, not even imagining she’d ever want him to touch her. Now, she wanted to show him exactly how fantastic she looked in nothing. 

She bit her lip, her fingers holding the robe loosely. “We didn’t quite get a normal wedding day, much less a typical wedding night.” she started, her voice low and she watched as Eris’s gaze narrowed in on the way her fingers slid against the white silk. “But it’s better late than never so…I decided to keep it traditional and go with white today.” 

Eris made a sound deep in his throat and Iris felt it vibrate through her body, heat pooling low in her stomach. The gleam in his eyes was predatory and Iris was a very willing prey as she slid the robe just so down her shoulders.

“White for my pretty, pretty bride.” he murmured.

“Oh yes.” she said and bit her lip before continuing in a teasing tone that wasn’t at all a little breathless, “Do you think you can handle it?” 

“No.” he answered much too honestly. “But if this is the way I must go, who am I to fight destiny?”

Iris’s cheeks were crimson, a quiet giggle slipping from her lips. “Ah, spoken like a valiant soldier.” she added and slid the robe a little more, the white straps of her lingerie making an appearance.

Eris straightened where he sat, the scent of their arousal surrounding them. In the distant past, he’d played with lovers. He’d teased and taunted and had them begging for mercy. His wife’s skin wasn’t even on full display and she was toying with him in a way he was enjoying a little too much.  

“Let the robe fall, Iris.” he ordered, his voice a soft caress and Iris couldn’t help but shudder as his command slid over and skated down her spine. 

She was powerless to refuse and the silk slid off her, pooling at her feet. 

The Prince of Autumn couldn’t stop the choked noise that escaped him. He had gone wholly still, his eyes raking over her very beautiful and very exposed body. 

She stood before him in a white set, the lace stretching tightly against her waist, cupping her breasts in a way that threatened to ruin his sanity. She had worn gowns before, offering him some sort of reprieve from losing his mind completely but today…today, her set displayed so much of her lovely skin and the beautiful curves of her body. Her white lace left little to the imagination and Eris…Eris was going to die. 

“You are so fucken beautiful,” was his helpless response, uttered so softly and Iris’s flush deepened. 

She glanced down with a small smile before meeting his gaze again, a finger sliding across the waistband of her lingerie. “You’re a very lucky male.”

Eris couldn’t help the tight laugh that escaped him. “Indeed, I am.” he said, his eyes sliding down her body and then back up, cataloging every inch of her. Just this morning he was telling her exactly how often he pictured feeling her body on his. How often he thought of how he’d make her shudder beneath him. How he’d savor her taste on his tongue.

He was not ashamed to admit his thoughts had gotten aggressively dirtier the longer she stood there. 

“Come here.” he commanded and the words seemed to skate across her skin again, sending a pleasant jolt right down her spine at the way his voice dropped an octave. They shared a heated glance and Iris saw the way his eyes darkened the longer he watched her, her pulse thumping wildly beneath her skin.

Iris walked over to him and slowly, without her eyes leaving his, she carefully straddled him and brought his hands that had slacked beside him on the bed, guiding them to her waist. She let her eyes roam across his face and shoulders, scattered with freckles and it reinforced her mission to kiss every single freckle she found on his skin. 

Eris couldn’t bring himself to say a word and the room was silent as she shuddered slightly, gooseflesh erupting on her skin as so much of her body touched so much of his. Her chest brushed against his and he let himself lean forward just a little, inhaling her scent and marveling at how right she felt pressed against him. 

His hands had slid down to her bare thighs and his gaze dropped to his thumb caressing her lovely skin there. He glanced back up to meet her eyes, dilated in desire that matched his own. 

They drank in the sight of each other, so close, touching so softly. 

“Look at you and your excellent listening skills.” he finally said hoarsely and the corner of Iris’s mouth curled up.

“I’m masquerading as a good wife that listens to her husband.” she replied and let her hands slide to the nape of his neck, her fingers curling into the strands of his hair. “Is it working?”

It was his turn to shudder and Eris felt his cock stir, already hard beneath her touch, especially with the way her body was perfectly lined against his. She was seated in his lap, only scrapes of fabric separating their skin and Eris had to breathe quietly through his nose to control himself. 

“You’ll be the death of me.” he whispered. “I feel like a starving man seated in front of a feast. How do I begin? Where do I even start?”

Iris couldn’t help her smile and she leaned to press a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. “How about you kiss me?” she asked softly, her grip tightening in his hair. “Then we can go from there.”

Eris’s mouth curled into a soft smirk, his eyes blazing as his hands slid from her thighs to her waist then up her spine. “Oh, I’m going to kiss you,” he began and Iris shifted, arching into his touch as his voice dropped. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere. I’m going to taste what’s mine. And every inch of you is mine, isn’t that right, mate?”

Iris licked her lips, the very breath between them tense in the most pleasant of ways at his claiming, different from any other time he said it. This time, heart and mind were on the same page. This time, neither of them had any intentions of stopping. 

“Every part of me is yours. Just like every part of you is mine.” 

And no other words needed to be said as they fell into each other with urgency, like a dam flooding, and everything in Iris wanted to be wrapped in Eris. His kiss was a hot branding against her lips and she moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down her body and up, touching all the skin she’d kept hidden from him before, her grip tightening in his hair. A breath stuttered out of her when Eris’s fingers weaved into her hair and gently pulled back, exposing her neck. 

“Do you understand what I mean when I say mine, little gazelle?” he said against her skin and Iris couldn’t help the shudder that went through her body when his other hand kneaded then squeezed her ass. “I have been on my best behavior with you and even if I’ve explained, I don’t think you understand what I’ve been craving to do to you.”

“Do you?” she asked, attempting a cheeky smile that immediately dropped and was replaced by another shaky exhale when his hands squeezed her ass again. “Y-you seem to be all talk.”

Eris forced himself to pull back and meet her gaze, his nostrils flaring at her taunting but he could hear how wildly her heart was beating — could feel the thump of her pulse. She was aroused and excited but he sensed the nerves beneath the lust. 

And Eris couldn’t have that. 

“Don’t underestimate how obscene my mind becomes when it thinks about you.” he warned with a pointed look and Iris felt slickness begin to build between her legs. His thumb brushed against her lower lip as he watched her swallow, the scent of their arousal almost overwhelming. “I may have given you some idea,” he murmured. “But it’s impossible for you to know just how desperately I’ve wanted to touch you and feel your wetness coating my fingers. How desperately I want to taste you on my tongue.”

A small noise slipped from her lips and Iris closed her eyes against his words, arching into him again as his mouth returned to kiss and suck on the column of her neck.

“And how do you think I’ll taste?” she whispered, pressing her chest against his, earning an appreciative rumble from him. She wanted to push him down and feel exactly how he would be beneath her. She wanted to feel every inch of him against every inch of hers, all skin with nothing else between them. She wanted — 

“Exquisite.” he purred and Iris flushed. “Like the first taste of water after being parched for ages. Like honey melting on my tongue.” He grasped her hips, guiding her body to grind against his, earning him another shuddered breath from his wife. “You’ll taste exactly what I know my favorite dessert will taste like.” 

She couldn’t help the sound that slipped from her lips, her fingers tightening in his hair. Iris wanted to tell him that she too, had thought about the taste of him in her mouth. She craved to feel exactly what it would be like to have him inside her and cursed that she had somehow waited this long. “What else have you thought about?” she asked and gingerly rolled her hips against him again.

“This morning wasn’t enough of a description?” he continued, his voice low against her burning skin and Iris’s legs tightened around him. “I know you’ll fit perfectly. I know you coming on my cock will be heaven.” 

“I’ve thought about all the things I’ve never done and how I want you to teach me.” she admitted breathlessly and rolled her hips into his once more, her core aching against his cock. 

“I already told you I’d teach you anything you want, little gazelle.” he whispered against her skin, meeting the roll of her hips with his own. “I’ll make all your dirty fantasies come true.”

“Will you?” she asked with a coy smile and pulled back on his hair gently to nip at his lips. “Or will you keep running that pretty mouth of yours?”

Eris barked a tight laugh and stood swiftly, lifting her in his arms with him and Iris could feel how his hardened length settled against her center deliciously. “You think my mouth is pretty, do you?” he teased and she sucked in a breath as he pressed her firmly against him.

“This is not the time to fish for compliments.”

“Ah, but I am nothing without my inflated ego, wife.” he said, his voice a sensual whisper and he nipped at her ear. “Indulge your husband who immensely enjoys compliments and tell me what I want to hear.”

“Your mouth is not pretty, it’s wicked. You have a wicked mouth.” she said tightly and he quirked a brow. “It’s not doing what I really want it to.”

“And what do you want my wicked mouth to do, wife?” he asked.

“Kiss me.” she demanded. “Taste me.”

The Prince of Autumn’s grin was roguish. “I’d be delighted.” 

Eris crashed his lips against hers and the feeling of urgency between them returned in full force. The need to claim had their hands roaming and Eris finally turned and laid Iris down, immediately covering her body with his and grinding.

He couldn’t touch her quickly enough. She couldn’t kiss him hard enough. 

His lips released hers and made their way to her neck once more, leaving quick kisses as he pressed himself into her more firmly, his cock so hard it was almost painful — he knew he’d be leaking as soon as he slipped out of his pants. 

She moaned and Eris had to force himself to move away from her lovely neck to meet her gaze as he rocked into her once more. Her eyes were clouded with desire and the sight of her mouth falling open as he rocked into her again had him almost combust.

“Just a little preview.” he said tightly and kissed her again roughly, his tongue clashing with hers for another taste before pulling himself off her completely to drink in the sight of her disheveled on their bed. Her hair was fanned around her head in a way that made him long to have it wrapped in his fist, the strap of her lingerie falling off one shoulder, and her legs spread to accommodate him —  she was a sight to behold and if Eris could spend the evening just memorizing her in this view, he would. But her pretty mouth was begging for more kisses and he needed to hear more of those lovely noises she kept making. 

He dropped to his knees immediately, pulling her to the edge of the bed and her head shot up. 

“Eris —” Iris started but his lips had found their way to her thighs and the feeling of his mouth on skin he hadn’t kissed before silenced her for a moment.

“I need to taste you, wife.” he whispered against her skin, as his lips kissed the inside of her knee and kept moving up, spreading her legs further until he reached the wetness coating the lacy scrap she wore. He brushed his nose against the fabric, inhaling, and Eris nearly came at the scent alone. “If I don’t, I might, quite literally, die.”

She choked back a laugh, her legs shifting as he moved between them. “So dramatic even between my legs.” she said and though he was right where she wanted him, Iris needed just another moment — just one, and reached for him. “Eris, come here please.”

Instantly, Eris moved up to meet her hands as she cupped his face and kissed him hungrily once more. He groaned into her and his fingers slid against her legs, squeezing her thighs until she pulled back. 

“Yes, wife?” 

“I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“Absolutely.”

“And I want you to taste me wherever you want.” 

“That was indeed my plan.”

“But I do need you to remember,” she said and her voice lowered as color bloomed on her cheeks once more. “That I have never done this with anyone before and I need you to be a little gentle with me.” 

Eris froze as she held his face in her hands. “Gentle.” he repeated and Iris nodded slowly.

“I may have done some…self-discovery before you,” she said with a flush. “But this is different.”

The roaring fire he had felt in his veins calmed momentarily as he looked at her. So that was what she seemed nervous about. 

He didn’t know gentle — he was not used to that approach.

Eris scanned his wife’s face beneath him. He took in the sight of her gazing up at him and saw the desire mixed in with the trust in her eyes. She wanted him but more importantly, she trusted him to take care of her. Eris Vanserra didn’t do gentle but he sure as fuck would try. 

He would be damned if he didn’t make this the most pleasurable first time a person could dream of.

Eris released a hand from her thigh and brought it to her hand on his left cheek, pulling it down to kiss her palm.

“You’re telling me this lovely hand here knows how to play with what’s mine already? It’s played with what I already know will be the prettiest cunt I’ll ever lay eyes on?” he said, his voice full of sinful promise as he smirked at her, and Iris’s body felt aflame. 

“M-Maybe.” she stuttered as he kissed each fingertip of her hand.

“Do you want to play a little for me? Do some…self-discovery to help you relax?” he asked, kissing her palm once more.

“I’d rather you played with me instead.” she breathed and his eyes darkened.

“I am physically restraining myself from devouring you,” he said. “And you say things like this.”

Iris fought a smile. “Why?” she said quietly. “You won’t hurt me.”

Eris squeezed his eyes shut, the wind momentarily knocked out of him again at the amount of trust she now placed in him. It still hit him with the force of a boulder and he opened his eyes to find her watching him with that same small smile. “You are going to kill me.” he mumbled and let a hand gently run through her loose hair. “You deserve something soft. Something sweet. Not the kind of rabid animal you make me.”

Iris laughed softly and pulled him closer, their lips only a breath away. “Then show me soft. Show me something sweet.” she said. “I know you have it in you.”

Eris faltered, a hand stilling in her hair. She really was going to be the death of him if she kept speaking to him like this. “You truly believe that?” his question barely above a whisper. 

Iris softened. “Yes.” she whispered and leaned in to brush her lips against his, causing him to shudder. “Especially because I think...I think you need that softness as much as I do.” 

Eris swallowed. “Even if my softness is wrapped in barbed wire?”

Iris bit her lip and rocked her hips against his, both of them groaning at the contact. “It’s a good thing that I love carrying a sharp knife then, isn’t it?” she whispered with a chuckle and Eris felt himself unravel. “So you can show me a little soft or a little rabid, husband, but whatever it is, it’s time you properly made me your wife.” 

Any resemblance of self-restraint that Eris had possessed until this moment, snapped and he was an inferno unleashed. He kissed her like the starved man he knew he was and Iris matched his eagerness with her own, her body pressing into his until once more, he pulled away and Iris let out a whine of disapproval.

Eris’s hands moved to the straps of her bra and he gave her a smirk. “This is lovely but I need it gone. Sit up.” he demanded and he leaned in to kiss her again as she followed his request, his hands skimming the back of her bra, undoing it quicker than she could blink. 

He tossed it to the side and Iris flushed at the way he watched her, forcing her to lay back down slowly, his eyes scanning her exposed skin. 

“Oh. I’ve dreamed about these.” he said reverently and allowed himself a moment to admire the sight of her exposed breasts and the gooseflesh scattered across her skin. 

Iris’s hands twitched by her sides as he watched her and Eris narrowed his eyes at the movement. “If you even think about covering any part of yourself, I will tie your hands up very quickly,” he said. “I want to look at what is mine.” 

“I think we should ease into bondage.” she said, her flush deepening, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

But he forced himself to relax. He had waited like a saint for this moment. To appreciate her and become well acquainted with every inch of her body. Eris couldn’t rush it or it would end quicker than he wanted it to. 

“We wouldn’t even need rope or silk.” he said, slowly settling himself between her legs once more. He kept his eyes on her face as he finally allowed himself to touch her, letting a finger circle around one breast while his free hand engulfed the other with a squeeze. “I’ll let my fire wrap around you. It’ll keep you warm and hold you in place as I feasted on you.” He leaned closer and pressed a kiss between the valley of her breasts. “What do you think of that idea?”

“Eris, if you don’t do something in the next second I’m going to — oh.”

His mouth had descended on a breast while his hand squeezed the other and Iris couldn’t help the arch of her body and the broken whine that slipped from her lips. 

The way his mouth felt on her skin was sinful. The movement of his tongue obscene as he teased her nipple and bit gently, his hand kneading and twisting the other in the same motion as his tongue, and Iris’s hand latched onto his forearm as another soft moan slipped from her lips.

“I like that.” she breathed and Eris lifted his head, his mouth making an indecent pop of noise.

“Good. I want to know all the things you like.” he said against her skin and switched, his mouth resuming its tasting and only stopped when Iris’s panting increased and was mixed with another little whine that delighted Eris to no end. 

Without taking his eyes off her, Eris kissed his way down to where he desperately wanted to be and kissed right over the slickness coating her panties. Iris couldn’t help but shiver at his predatory gaze, his hands skimming over her lacy cover and he raised a brow, hooking his fingers into the waistline. 

She wanted his tongue on her too much to form words and with a breath, nodded once.

He wasted no time. Eris kissed her inner thighs once more then shifted, finally and agonizingly slowly, he slid the lacy scrap down her legs and tossed it. 

Instinctively, Iris’s legs attempted to close but with a tsk of disapproval, Eris forced them open, his hands holding them apart with gentle firmness. 

A heartbeat of silence and Eris had to count to ten in his head to avoid coming.

“As pretty as I thought.” he mused and it was by sheer will alone that Eris hadn’t ruined his pants yet.

“Eris — I —” she began with a flush, quickly shooting up on her elbows and her husband finally ripped his gaze from the sight of her spread beneath him to look at her.

“Who is this wetness all for, little gazelle?” he asked, his voice as soft as silk, his thumbs caressing the skin of her inner thighs, his breath hot against her core, and Iris’s toes curled. “Is it all for me? You want me to know how ready you are for me, wife?”

“Y-yes.” she whispered and though a part of her felt embarrassed at how blatantly aroused she was and how Eris was staring at her bare before him, it didn’t stop her from feeding into the way she felt and how he was making her feel. Iris didn’t want to think. She wanted to feel and let herself be worshiped. She couldn’t stop the roll of her hips if she wanted to. “It’s all for you.”

Eris’s grin was a wicked promise. “I’m going to devour you.”

The first lick of his tongue set her on fire.

Iris’s head fell back with a breathy groan as Eris feasted on her. He gave an appreciative noise as his tongue delved into her, traveling in and out then sliding to her clit and back. Iris couldn’t help the way she rolled her hips into his mouth — couldn’t stop the whimper and the breathless moan that followed his actions. His mouth closed around her clit and Eris had to pin her waist down with an arm to stop her hips from lifting as he lapped at her arousal. He sucked and licked on her bundle of nerves with deadly focus, switching between fast harsh flicks to long, flat strokes before releasing it noisily. 

“Fucken divine.” he rasped and brought a thumb back down on her clit, rubbing as his tongue slid in for another taste. “You taste exactly as I imagined. Everything I wanted.”

“D-don’t stop yet.” she whispered, circling her hips with his hand movement. “I like that.”

Eris chuckled, his hot breath making her shudder, and without another word, his tongue dived deep into her once more. He groaned into her, the taste of her sweetness undoing him bit by bit as Iris’s hands fisted into the sheets and she rolled her hips to meet his licks. 

He was indeed a man starved and the only thing that would satisfy him was for his wife to come on his tongue. 

Eris lifted his head as his thumb worked her clit to watch his wife’s chest rise and fall at his movements and he wished he had more hands to keep touching every fucken inch of her. “Ready for a little something else?”

“Yes.” she nearly begged and Eris grinned. His eyes didn’t leave her beautiful face that was etched in ecstasy as he slowly slid a finger inside her. 

Iris’s head immediately lifted and Eris swore as she tightened around his finger, her pussy pulsing. He planted a kiss on her inner thigh, watching her as he pumped his finger and let his thumb continue its movement.

“Keep rolling your hips for me, wife.” he said against her skin. “I’m going to add more. And you’re going to love it.”

Iris bit her lip, her skin flushed as she watched the movement of his finger and rolled her hips to match his pumping. Just as she started to relax into the movement, he added a second finger and Iris couldn’t help the shameless noise that slipped from her lips as her head fell back on the mattress.

Never in all her self-discovery had it felt even remotely close to this. 

“You like that, don’t you, little gazelle?” he said lowly and placed a kiss a breath away from her clit, his breath hot on her skin. “Because I like seeing you like this, spread for me. I’ve dreamed about this.”

“Y-you have such perverted dreams.” she stuttered and then moaned softly as his fingers picked up the pace. 

“I do.” he confirmed and curled his two fingers at an angle that had her back arching. “I am a very big pervert when it comes to you.”

“Oh gods.” she groaned and the pace of Eris’s pumping increased, his eyes watching her like a hawk, for he would memorize every inch of her, every movement, every reaction. He would know exactly how her body would react before she came and Eris would be there to lick up every inch.

“You’re so pretty when you’re coming undone.” he continued and couldn’t stop his mouth from replacing his thumb, sucking at her clit once more before releasing it with a groan. “You’re soaking my fingers and I can’t wait until you’re dripping all over my cock.” 

Iris’s mouth fell open as a breathless noise slipped out. The things he kept saying would be what sent her over the edge. She knew her orgasm was building with the way he kept curling his fingers and working his wicked mouth. She wanted to know what that mouth would feel like everywhere. She wanted his tongue inside her again. 

“Please.” she begged. “Your mouth.” 

Eris’s face erupted in feral delight and he let his fingers work in a frantic rhythm for another moment just to listen to the quickening of her breath and to watch as Iris rolled her hips with the movement of his hand, trying to match his pace. He knew she was getting close, her walls clamping on his fingers as she neared her release. 

But he would be damned if the first orgasm he gave her was anywhere but on his tongue.

He pulled his hand away suddenly and before Iris could protest, Eris had buried his face into her pussy and his tongue moved in ways that had her brain short-circuiting. Her breathing became heavier and Iris let her hands find their way back to his hair, firmly pressing his face into her, chasing the sweet release she knew was coming.

His fingers still coated with her slickness were now pressing and rubbing into her clit as his mouth worked on her and soon, Iris’s grip tightened as she finally reached the moment of bliss.

With a small gasp followed by a soft, “Oh.” Iris’s orgasm crashed over her. Her fingers tightened on Eris’s head and she kept rolling her hips as he carried her through her release. 

Grasping her hips firmly, he lifted her slightly, burying himself further into her, drinking in her release and his tongue didn’t stop moving as he lapped every drop of her sweetness, nearly coming himself. With one final lick, Eris slowly settled her back into the bed and watched her chest rise and fall, basking in the bliss of her climax. 

He knew without a doubt that she would be his favorite feast. He would have her come all over his face for eternity. 

His thumb continued to caress her clit as Iris shuddered through the last waves of her orgasm and Eris couldn’t help the satisfaction coursing through him as he watched her. His hand spread to cover her cunt and he rubbed into her wetness, watching as she squirmed beneath the possessive touch until she met his gaze. 

Eris kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly licked each finger clean and then licked his lips. He glanced down at her cunt still glistening with her slickness then back at her again. 

“This. Every day. Do you understand?” he said and delighted in watching the flush spread across her skin even as she nodded.

“First thing in the morning.” she demanded and Eris couldn’t help his smirk, bringing his hand down once more to play with her wetness.

“Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then right before bed again. Don’t bother with your lace scraps anymore.” he said and tested what he’d been craving to do since he had gotten her naked; he slapped her cunt suddenly and Iris’s sharp inhale filled the room. He grinned. “Do you like that, little gazelle?”

Iris rolled her hips into his touch as the light sting of the smack faded. “Do it again.” she breathed and Eris was delighted as he slapped her cunt once more with a firm hand and Iris’s skin seemed to tighten at the sensation. “I — I like that.” 

“Good. I’ll be doing it every chance I get.”  he promised then finally pulled away to stand, even as her nipples tightened at his words. “I’ve always thought you needed some spanking.”

Iris tried not to groan at the image of him spanking her and forced herself to take a deep breath before sitting up gingerly to watch as Eris finally peeled off his trousers and though she could hear how fast his heart was beating, his movements were unhurried. 

He had just sent her over a blissful edge and his movements were unhurried. She watched his face almost hungrily then her eyes dropped down to his hands and — 

“Oh.” 

The world slipped out of her before she could stop it at the sight of him in his naked glory, his cock erect and glistening with pre-cum. He was sculpted beautifully, with muscles in places she hadn’t expected – a lean, athletic build. Iris bit her lip. She was used to staring at him dressed in well-fitted attire and shirtless but she realized very quickly that looking at him naked was a much better view. 

And he looked like he needed to be licked everywhere. 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m not going to get to come inside you the way I want to.” he said and his grin was of pure male satisfaction as he fisted his cock. 

“Well, that’s not fair.” she said, watching his hand movement then met his gaze with a raised brow. “You stared your fill. What if I want to look…and lick too?”

Iris bit back her own grin as she watched Eris close his eyes and take a deep breath, his hardened cock twitching as he squeezed it. “Can I touch you?” she asked quietly and her husband let out a pained growl.

“You never have to ask.” he said, meeting her gaze again, the fire in it spreading gooseflesh across her skin. “I’d crumble if you didn’t.”

He was standing before her, his jaw clenched, trying indeed, not to crumble and Iris bit back a smile. She moved closer to him and bit her lip as she carefully replaced his hand, wrapping her own around his erected cock and Eris swore, twitching beneath her touch. She had no idea what she was doing but she’d read enough books, and heard enough whispered scandals that she had a general idea. She could be an apt student. She would be the best student.

“Will you show me how you like it?” she whispered as she glanced at him from beneath her lashes and squeezed his shaft then stroked it firmly. “I want to make you feel good.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened at the sight of her before him. “I will show you everything,” he said tightly and Iris preened in delight as he rocked into her hand. “Everything we’ve ever done in my perverted dreams of you, I will show you.”

She couldn’t help her arousal spiking at the feeling of him in her hand, at his dirty promises. Her breasts felt heavy and she could sense wetness gathering between her legs once more as she squeezed him harder. “Do you want my mouth on you?” she asked and feeling brave from his low groan, she leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock. “Or do you want me to keep going with my hand?”

Eris swore again then grabbed her jaw in his hand firmly, pulling her up to kiss her fiercely. Iris returned his kiss with fervor, her hand still gripping his cock, pumping him slowly and she let her thumb brush his pre-cum over the tip.

“I’m going to come by your hand and then come in that pretty, pretty mouth of yours soon enough.” he said hungrily against her lips. “I’m going to cover you in come, little gazelle, but first, I need to be buried inside you. I want that cunt of yours clamped around my cock milking me for all I’m worth, yes?”

“Yes.” she breathed and gave his cock another firm squeeze. “I want you to give me everything. Come undone inside me.”

He growled as he kissed her fiercely again, thrusting into her hand once more. “How do you want me?” he asked. 

Iris licked her lips, his question unleashing image after image of all the ways she could have him. All the ways she wanted him to have her. “We have three weeks to make the most of everything until we know what comes after.” she began and Eris swore as she stroked his cock more firmly. “And in these three weeks, I will want you in every way you can think of.” she continued and his low groan had more wetness gathering between Iris’s legs until she finally released him, slowly backing onto the bed. “But for tonight… I want you as you promised me. All over me, as my husband. As my mate. As what’s mine.” Without breaking eye contact, she leaned back on her elbows and slowly spread her knees for him. “So come here and make me yours.”

Eris didn’t need to be told twice. He had his body covering hers in an instant, kissing every inch of exposed skin on his way until he reached her mouth and again, kissed her hungrily, claiming so thoroughly as always. Iris arched into his touch and moaned softly against his mouth, a small needy sound that had her husband smiling against her lips. 

He broke their kiss as he carefully laid her back and settled himself between her legs. 

“I like hearing these kinds of noises from you.” he said and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“I like that you get these noises out of me.” she replied and Eris nipped at her lips again with a small smile, a hand sliding to her core once again and he began stroking his fingers into her arousal. Another breathy moan slipped from her lips and Iris let her own hand slide between them to his cock, gripping it tightly.

The two locked eyes and matched the pace of each other’s strokes, the scent of their desire had taken over the room. It was a moment suspended in time. 

“Have I told you lately,” he began quietly, bucking into her hand as Iris rolled her hips against his fingers. “That you’ve become very tolerable, wife?”

Iris choked out a laugh and squeezed him tightly in her hand, earning her a deep groan. “And have I told you lately,” she began softly. “That you’ve become very tolerable too, husband?”

He chuckled and finally moved his hand from her arousal, wrapping a hand over the one fisting him, and didn’t remove his eyes from hers as he slowly stroked the tip of his cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit as they went.

Eris raised a brow, asking his question without saying a word, his gaze filled with emotions Iris couldn’t help but flush deeply at. 

But she nodded all the same, shifting her free hand to lay her palm open for him. His eyes flickered to her hand then back to her eyes and for someone who had considered sex a transaction, a mindless release — a clash of bodies and nothing more, the small act of her open palm was enough to unravel him completely. 

Eris slid his hand into hers and Iris intertwined their fingers. 

And without waiting another moment, Eris removed his hand to let Iris stroke him once more before guiding him to her entrance. 

A mutual groan of pleasure echoed through the room as Eris carefully eased into her and the world stilled once more around them. Their every breath and their every thought seemed to sync up to this moment. 

Inch by inch, Eris moved slowly, watching her every expression and pausing whenever she tensed, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth and her jaw, especially as her breaths began to turn shallow. 

Iris only gripped his hand tightly as he eased out to the tip then gave one final thrust, sliding into her to the hilt and Iris gasped, her body tensing beneath his. “Oh.”

Eris sucked in a breath, holding himself as still as possible as overwhelming pleasure washed over him. This was it — this moment where everything else no longer mattered except taking care of her, where they were finally one. 

He leaned in to kiss his wife and pressed his body further into hers, letting her adjust to him. “Are you alright?”

It took Iris a moment before she could answer, letting out a breath at the sensation of being filled by him. It overpowered every other thought as Eris stretched her, his cock twitching inside her. She hadn’t felt any pain, only slight discomfort, pressure that was slowly easing, and as it eased, she felt the pleasure start to build. 

“Yes.” she finally whispered against his lips, carefully rolling her hips. “I — I feel good.”

Gingerly, he rocked into her, and the sensation of his cock deep inside her and how tightly her walls clamped around him threatened to kill him. He couldn’t help but thrust a little harder and Iris’s whimper of pleasure spurred his movements.

“And you feel so fucken good, wife.” he murmured and slowly pulled out again to the tip before thrusting hard once more and Iris’s eyes rolled back with a stuttered breath. “I told you — you would be a perfect fit.” 

Iris couldn’t do much more but whimper softly as Eris did it again, rolling his hips with each careful thrust, and soon, she had started to roll her hips up more confidently to match his movement. 

“That’s right.” he praised, and the pace of his thrusts slowly began to quicken. “You know exactly what you want, baby. Keep moving those beautiful hips for me.” “Oh, fuck.” She breathed and leaned up to kiss him deeply, her tongue teasing his before pulling back. “I want you. Make me feel good.”

Eris chased her lips once more, growling as he kissed her. “I need to keep moving, Iris.” he said tightly and slipped his hand from hers to spread her thighs further for him as her body started to relax, adjusting to his size. He rolled his hips into her, the movement slow and deep as he added. “I need to go harder. Tell me if it’s too much.” 

Iris didn’t take her eyes off his face, watching and feeling how he took his time with her. She squeezed her walls around his cock and grinned when his head fell forward with a groan. 

Iris kissed his shoulder gently then his cheek. “Go a little harder, mate. I can handle it.” she whispered and Eris’s eyes snapped to hers, his heart leaping at the words before he kissed her fiercely, diving into bliss.

No more words were said as Eris’s pace quickened, his thrusts in line with the sounds of Iris’s breathy moans. His eyes stayed glued to her beautiful face as it lit up in ecstasy and he would allow his pace to quicken, his thrusts to indeed go harder until her brows furrowed and he’d ease up, rolling his hips at a more leisurely pace until the sigh of pleasure would slip from her lips again before quickening once more.

An avalanche was building inside him as Eris Vanserra made love to his wife, claiming her as his. Iris fell into the bliss of the motions, her body taking the pleasure he gave her, trying to match his pace and giving him pleasure of her own. She felt her orgasm building and she couldn’t help tightening around his cock again, loving the way he filled her up, his grunts of satisfaction only making it more erotic for her. The way his hands possessively held her, tracing her body before sinking into her thighs again had her on fire; his touch igniting her body, an incandescent glow to their joining. They were a perfect fit, their bodies made for each other. 

“Eris —” she whined, her grip tightening on his arm as his hips quickened. “I need —”

“I know what you need, wife.” he murmured, his fingers digging into her inner thighs as he was rutting into her, his thrusts quickening then slowing down before quickening again, his hips rolling with the movement. His eyes were on her beautiful breasts bouncing before him and he couldn’t help leaning in to take one in his mouth for a soft bite as he thrust hard, grinning at the way Iris cried out. “I know exactly what you need. I’ve got you, little gazelle.” 

His mouth switched to the other breast for a quick taste before he adjusted himself to rest over her, lifting her thighs to give himself a better angle, and Iris’s breathless whimper only encouraged the movement. 

“Almost — I’m almost —” she begged, melting into his movements. “Oh, fuck.”

“Touch yourself, wife.” he demanded knowing he would not last much longer. He needed her to come. He needed them to come close together. “Play with that pretty cunt while I fuck you and come for me.”

Iris immediately obeyed, her fingers sliding to her swollen clit, her hand moving in pace with his quick thrusts, to the roll of his hips snapping against hers. 

“Good girl. You’re doing so well for me.” he praised again and Iris flushed deeply at the words, her breaths quickening. “You’re going to come for me and then I’m going to spill myself inside you because you’re mine.” His voice was guttural and his mouth descended on her exposed neck, biting. Iris bit her lip through the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain at his harshened thrusts, his pace turning frantic. “Mine.”

“And you’re mine.” she breathed and with the next thrust timed to the exact movement of her hand rubbing her clit, Iris’s body arched as she fell over the edge.

At the sound of her breathless moan of pleasure, Eris finally came with a deep groan, burying his head into the crook of her neck. He came so hard and with such force, that his vision momentarily blurred. He’d been holding on for this moment for so long that Eris couldn’t stop the rolling of his hips as he panted heavily, his come still spilling out of him as his thrusts began to slow, emptying himself inside her. Iris lay beneath him, breathing heavily, her fingers tangling in his hair and she couldn’t stop the rolling of her hips either, her silken walls still clenching around him.

It took him a moment to finally come to a stop and Eris pulled out of her slowly, the wet sound obscene as it filled the room. He nearly came again at the sight of her sex covered in him, at the way she pulsed beneath his gaze. His heart raced as he took in her flushed face, the marking of his hands on her body — his bite mark on her throat. 

This would be a sight he could never see himself getting tired of. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, letting their breathing fall into its natural rhythm and just watching each other. For all their worries and feelings, and for all their words said, everything about this moment was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Eris and Iris, as one; the mating bond seemed to pulse between them, the gold thread taut.

He watched his wife for a moment, a finger brushing her cheek as she closed her eyes against his touch and Eris had to use every ounce of will he had to force himself move. 

He had to take care of her. She trusted him and he would always take care of her. 

He returned with a damp washcloth kept warm from his magic and as gently as Eris Vanserra could be, began cleaning her up. Iris shifted at his touch and the slight wince on her face had his expression fall. “Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly.

Iris could already feel the sense of panic bubbling inside him, so she shook her head with a small smile and requested, “Come here.”

Without hesitation, Eris gingerly lay his body over hers, the washcloth slipping from his hand and she cupped his face, kissing him softly. Eris buried his hands in her hair, groaning against her lips and that sense of delight flared in him again as she wrapped her legs around him.

He didn’t think about his release still mostly all over her even as he unintentionally bucked his hips into hers; his cock already half erect just by pressing against her.

“You did not hurt me.” she said calmly. “I liked it.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” he said and nearly purred when she ran her fingers through his hair. “My husbandly duties have been performed well.”

Iris snorted and rolled her eyes. “Cauldron forbid you to go a few minutes without complimenting yourself.” 

“You have to give credit where it’s due, wife.” he asked with a smirk. “I will gladly show you again if necessary.”

Iris let out a soft laugh that had Eris’s heart skip a beat and he couldn’t help leaning in and placing a hot kiss on her mouth. 

“You have always been so eager.” she teased against his lips and Eris made a noise of agreement as he pulled back to watch her, his fingers sliding into the loose strands of her hair. 

It fell silent between them once more, both basking in the closeness and soft touching, happy to just be.

To be at peace. To be present at this moment. Where that invisible string wrapped itself around them. 

“You know…” Iris began after a moment, and color bloomed on her cheeks as she trailed a hand down his arm and then met his gaze. “This means we’ve finally consummated our marriage.”

“About time, I daresay.”

“I am now truly your wife.” 

Eris’s brow quirked. “You were truly my wife the moment we said those vows in front of everyone at our wedding.” He said dryly. “There was never a single moment where I thought otherwise.”

Iris hummed, her lips twitching at his expression. “Well, can’t say the same now, can I?” she teased then laughed as his expression flattened. 

“If you don’t take that back right this instance —”

“What are you going to do?” she challenged and Eris’s mouth slowly curled into a smirk. 

“I’m going to fuck you and that pretty mouth of yours until you’re so incoherent, the only words you can say are husband,” He said and leaned in to kiss one corner of her mouth. “Mate.” He continued, kissing the other corner of her lips. “And my name.” he finally whispered against her lips.

Iris’s pulse quickened and she squeezed her legs around him, his promise igniting her arousal once more. “Oh, then I’m most certainly not taking it back.” she said. “How else will I find out if the rumors are true?”

Eris lifted a brow and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “And what rumors might that be?”

Iris’s lips twitched as she answered, “That Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—,” she said then added in a low voice. “And they fuck like it too.”

Her husband blinked then a wicked grin slowly spread across his face. “Oh?”

“And now that we’ve consummated our marriage once…” she continued, carefully rolling her hips against his and smiling when he sucked in a breath. She whispered, “I think you should show me.”

[squerlly]

Fair Exchange Chapter 7

---"its hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember"--

Alastor x (F! doe wife reader)

The Doe-----------------------------------------------------

I was downstairs talking to Niffty, we had recently just cleaned the lobby and were taking a break. this past week has been calm, Alastor has been in a good mood and Charlie was upstairs getting ready for a meeting with heaven.

the door bursts open and I turn to see Angel walk through looking rough, he plops down on the couch with a huff and I walk over "Angel are you alright?" "Val had me doing overtime on a fucken whim, twice" "Well maybe I-" The wall explodes and I turn to see a woman in white and pink holding a bomb "Whattup hoes!!" Angel shoots up with an excited look on his face "Cherri Bomb? long time no see baby~"

"It's been fucken forever" She tosses a bomb to Charlie who walked over to see what was going on "Nope gimme that!" vaggie snatches it and throws it outside. "It's nice to see ya Cherri but I'm too tired" "You can sleep when your double dead fuckhead! you need a recharge a re-.. reinvigoration a re-" "responsible night on the town! That is a great idea" Charlie introduces herself and calls everyone for a night out together.

"Charlie I don't think-... I-.. er... I'll be right back" I rush upstairs to Alastors office knocking on the door, his shadow opens the door with a grin so wide it looks painful. he looks up from his paperwork and sets it aside "Yes my dear?" "uhm Charlie wants us to go out with Angel and everyone else for a night out but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea and I-" "yes"

I looked at him dumbfounded "y-your... I- can go!" "yes dear, you're grown you can make decisions on your own, my only concern is your safety. As long as Husk is going, he knows that if something happens to you I will have his head" he emphasizes the threat, proving his point "Alright alright, please don't be harsh on him and I'll be back later"

I rushed downstairs to catch up with the others, I waved off Charlie as she jumped into the portal for heaven tossing vaggie in with her. Pentious comes out soon after spitting and throwing his glass on the floor "Pentious, really!!? we just cleaned!"

at the club I sat next to Husk, sir Pentiouses bought everyone a drink and I picked something small. everyone stood around a table downing drink after drink while I stood next to Niffty, who had too much for the night and began cleaning the place. she runs around waisted and Angel goes after her "God Nif why are you bein such a mess!!" Niffty starts crying and Angel tries to comfort her.

"Hey, you wanna go play with the fuzzy animals..." "Y-yeah..." Angel brings her over and places her in between Husk and I while she plays with my tail and His wings "Oh what the fuck" "Just let her she's wasted" Husk huffs and Niffty sits on my shoulder while we follow Angel around.

Cherri and Angel talk about drinking more often while I sit and watch Niffty "The hotel isn't the problem in his life It's-" "Valentino" "Yeah" "No... Valentino!" He says pointing at Valentino who sits at a booth with two other girls next to him. we were about to leave when Niffty went missing again, heading straight for Valentino's booth. Angel and I run after her pushing past the crowds of people, barely catching up to her.

Angel hands Niffy to me, ushering me away to stand with the other while he talks to Val "You ain't fucking with any of my friends so once again fuck off!" Val gives him a harsh slap causing him to fall onto the ground with blood dripping down his nose. Angry I get an Idea and whisper down to Niffty "Hey Nif, you see that fluffy moth guy" She looks at me with a nod "I know how much you like bugs, why don't you go add him to your collection~" She chuckles darkly and hops out of my arms, crawling up Val's back and ripping out some of his fur. she comes back to me with a trophy and I set her on my head while we leave the club "Nice job Nif."

we walk back to the hotel, Niffty waving the fur in triumph, and Husk looking at us like we were crazy. we walked through the hotel doors and I set Niffty down to let her run off, my face felt hot but I wasn't drunk just a bit red in the face. I walked upstairs to go and check on Alastor, I opened the door not bothering to knock. I'm certain he would know I was the only one who would dare walk into his room without knocking.

Alastor turns his head with a crack and out of all the things he does that's the one thing that creeps me out. I hold in a grimace as I walk in "I was out a bit later than I wanted to be, sorry I wasn't there to prepare your dinner" "Don't worry about it darling did you at least enjoy yourself?" He stands and walks up to me, the book in his hand disappearing with a green hue "Your face is flushed, perhaps a bit too much to drink..."

he holds my chin like he's inspecting me and I don't bother resisting, with claws as sharp as diamonds he handles me like glass. it's odd... he never steps so close, he never touches me, and yet his touch is so gentle so comforting. he moves his hand higher, cupping my cheek and I lean into it without thinking, the effects of alcohol throwing my rationale thinking out the window. I didn't drink that much two glasses maybe three?

I close my eyes and the dreadful static that once constantly emitted from him turned into a soft radio buzz lulling me to sleep. I feel lifted off my feet before I finally give in to the exhaustion, waking up the next morning in my bed... with a splitting headache... and a dead rose beautifully dried on my nightstand.

I have been procrastinating this so much because when I lose motivation to write I tend to half-ass it so I waited. I know this is super short but that is mainly because I only wrote the perspective of Alastor and the reader otherwise the court with heaven would have added like 2000 words to it. Anyway, chapter 8 is being made as I am posting this and I apologize for my late updates and Have a wonderful day/night love you all!!!

-squerlly

@strippezzz @charlottesskiss @kimmis-stuff @pooplyface1423 @sakuraluna2468

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☆,

gamer bf kaneki..

he def plays ow, val, cod, & fort.. all the sluttiest games a man can play.

trust he sweats in each game too.

he'd be caught dead before he's ever bad at a game ..

he literally spends most of all his days gaming, it's a lil insane how much he just lets it rot his brain

he never rage quits but he screams so much & it's hilarious

eventually he realizes that he hasn't given you any attention & tells his friends that he has to get off for a couple hours, just for you

ken decides to start streaming one day & that day marked your fucken demise

he sets up a hand & face cam.. when you're against it, he's so confused.

you're sat there for at least ten minutes explaining to him how girls will go feral for this

one day you tune into his stream & you see multiple comments like "for free??" "wish he'd play with me" "why's he kinda.." "the veins.."

on one hand you're jealous, but on the other- you're happy knowing that he's your boyfriend

"baby can you bring me some water please" ken says in the softest voice ever, it damn near has you topple over nd roll around

you bring it to him nd he thanks you with a couple pecks

the chat is going absolutely wild?? both over his voice & him actually not being single

but what could they expect?

ken was a good looking, handsome, pretty, charming boy.. & literally every other word you could think of

he always had that sleepy look & he usually paired it with blue light glasses that made him look all the more nerdy

sometimes he'd even be shirtless & his collarbone would have you gasping for air

on some days ken didn't care about streaming

he'd sit you next to him or even on him & just have you watch him play

he'd look towards you after hitting the nastiest shots/clips on kids to make sure you saw it

some days you ask him if he wants to play minecraft with you & he never objects.. he will always make time for you when you ask for it

he introduces you to the game "it takes two" and streams when the two of you play

everyone ends up loving the dynamic you have & the way you treat each other

eventually chat starts suggesting that ken teaches you how to play the other try hard games.. so he starts with the easier one: fortnite

you think to yourself why any of them thought this would be easy for you bc it has you screaming for kaneki's help half the time you get into a close combat gunfight

he tries teaching you how to build & you end up putting random walls & stairs everywhere

he just laughs at you bc he genuinely finds it easy & can't seem to understand why it's difficult for you ??

"no sweetheart, you actually have to have structure behind your building" "i'm fucken trying ken??" "not hard enough??" "ok then you do it???"

bro builds an 8 story mansion in 20 seconds and it has you gagged

whole chat is like "were you silent or were you silenced..??"

when you start wanting to take gaming a lil more seriously, he teaches you how to play on mouse nd keyboard just like him

he even buys you a cute lil setup, & ofc its right next to his

when he introduces you to val, all the pick me's are targeting ken & it's funny asfk when they find out his gf is in the game too

they're all like "you're shit at the game anyway stfu" like HUHH?? mad bc he ain't yours lmao

also can i mention that ken is a proud "shit on" SCREAAAAMER

he has your initials in different colored keys than the rest of his keyboard

holds one of your stuffed animals on his lap when you're away from home

jokingly asks you for support under the desk (its not a joke..)

[skekthesilly]

spoilers for ii ep 17

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

OHHHHH MY GOD

OHHHH MY GOD MY GOD OH MY GOD

OHHHHH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK???? HELLO?????? WHAT?????? THE FUCK??????

EVERYTHING?????? IS?????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????? WHAT????? THE FUCK???????????

FIRST OF ALL. I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT THIS EPISODE IS OVER 30 FUCKING MINUTES LONG. HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK. OHHHHHHH MY GOD

THE BESTIES IN PURGATORY MANSION???? FUCK YES

HES FROLICKING IN COQUETTE LAND

SHE FUCKING DIES?????????? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING???????????????? WHY??????????????????????????? CRIES?????????????????? CRIES FUCKING WEEPS SOBS????????????

THESE ARE SICK FUCKING GOOD IMPACT FRAMES. IM FLABBERGASTED. IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH........... HOOOOOOLY FUCK............. OOOOOOOH MY GOD....... OOOOHHHHHH MY SHIT........... THE FUCKING IMPACT FRAMES........ OOOOHHHHH MY GOD........ OOOOOOOHHHHHHH MY SHIT......... OOOHHHH MY LORDY LORD......... GROWLS BARKS RUNS AROUND ON ALL FOURS FUCKING GOES FERAL....

"WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LIKE THIS" my ocs to me:

HES FUCKING DEAD????????

THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THEY WERE RIGHT. OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT

HES FUCKING DEAD?????????????????

HES NOT YOUR EX EITHER............................ CRIES............

FUCKING HUNGER GAMES

TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW PAINTBRUSH. SHE IS NOT FUCKING GONE SHES STILL HERE SHES STILL HERE SHES

THE LITTLE FUCKING SCOOTCH???????????????/

WHAT THE FUUUUCK????????????? EXCUSE ME??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????????/ KNIFE?????????? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SECTION. THE PAPER ANIMATIONS AND THE WAY IT LOOKS AND?????????? I LOVE IT????? also mephone4 has the shimmer egg. is the shimmer. has shimmer essence. something along those lines. THEY WERE FUCKING RIGHT. THAT ONE THINGAMABOB SHIMMER4 THING I SAW IS RIGHT. ITS CORRECT. OHHHHH MY GOD

the utter hopelessness in his voice. "oh no. i know too much."

the way its delivered... it has me sobbing. what the fuck. hes just. resigned now. accepted his fate. he knows too much and now it's too late. too late. too late.

the way they start crying. it. its breaking my heart. it broke my heart and its breaking again. shattering. oh my fucking god im shattering. weeping. sobbing. crying. wailing. im. ohhhh my god

TOILET?????????? TWIST OF THE FUCKING CENTURY OH MY GOD

THEYRE FUCKING REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL

fucking love the way he screams here. toilet did i ever tell you how much i love you /p

hes so cooked

THEYRE ALL FUCKING DEAD???????????? WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK COBS. WHAT THE FUCK

goober

genuinely fucking slay bestie. love this pose. fucking slaysauce

dont go back do not you are going to FUCKING DIE. PERISH. DIE. DO NOT GO BACK YOU WILL DIE

pokemon battle

SLAYYYYYY SLAYYYY BESTIES. FUCKING LETS GOOOOOO

YOURE SO PERFECTSAUCE. YOU ARE THE PERFECT ASSISTANT AND NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE POOKIE. LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

bridal carry

oh my god. my younger sister had watched this before me and when she said "everyone dies" i thought she was shitting with me. nope! she was right! EVERYONE FUCKING DIES.

oh my god. ohhhhh my god. ohhhh my fucking god. oh my god. im SOBBING. WHAT THE FUCK ANIMATIONEPIC????? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????/

CRIES. FUCKING WEEPS AND SOBS AND CURLS UP INTO A BALL NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. WEEPS SHEDS MASSIVE TEARS

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror House Reacts... to Zoo Animals!

.I've been watching Robert Irwin and Dave Salmoni take wild animals onto the Jimmy Shows and scare the Jimmy's and various other guest stars sOooooo... I had to make this XD

Plot: We are gonna hand each horror Villains a dangerous animal and see how they handle it. Warnings: Swearing. No actual mention of meerkats despite the gif.

Audrey II: A European Brown Hare.

Audrey II, staring at this hare stood up on its hind legs giving them the Eye: ... that is one ugly bunny rabbit. Y/N: AUDREY TWO!!- Audrey II: wh- AM I WRONG?-

Audrey II has no fear, they're a plant from outer space. He also doesn't particularly care for animals though, since its pretty globally accepted that animals are allowed to eat plants when they're peckish... and understandably, they are not having that. Not in this green house XD Nu uh, no siree, nope nope nope, the hare is gonna get eaten first if he even looks at Audrey II wrong.

Billy Loomis: An Emperor Scorpion.

Y/N: Close your eyes and put out your hands. Billy: ... *sigh* *does as he's told as to not be called a coward* Y/N: *Places the scorpion in Billy's cupped hands* Open them! ^^ This is Phil, he's very chill. Please don't drop him. Billy: ... heheh, can I keep this?? Y/N: ?? What??? No, you cant keep Phil- Billy: I wanna leave him in Stu's bed. Y/N: DEFINITELY not-

Billy, is... *sigh*, a teenage boy.

Bubba Sawyer: A Red Kangaroo.

Bubba: *Very cautious, looking at this jacked foreign creature. He's never seen anything like this, he lives in buttfuck nowhere Texas with no tv.* Y/N: Here, Bubba. *hands Bubba a bouquet of gum leaves* Offer her these. Bubba: *Unsure, but approaches the weird pocketed creature and offers out the branches... Quickly calms down when the kangaroo starts simply munching on the leaves* Y/N: See? ^^ Bubba: *Already petting the kangaroo. Wants to take her home and keep her safe and pet her and give her leaves forever.*

Bubba does not love casually 😅😅😅 Once he's warmed up to someone, that person is his family and he wants to keep them safe. My suggestion?? Sneak the kangaroo back to the zoo in the dead of night while Bubba's asleep. (or call Drayton. He certainly don't want no goddamn kangaroo in his house)

Carrie White: A Boa Constrictor.

Carrie: Um, is this safe?? *Eyeing the snake's head closely as you place her gently over her shoulders* ... Y/N: Oh yeah, don't worry, this one's a sweetheart ^^ Carrie: Okay... *snake raises her head and looks around very peacefully, just surveying the room* Oh, she's sweet!... Y/N: She seems very comfortable with you! Carrie: ! Really??

Carrie was apprehensive at first, but when she realises that the boa is not feeling threatened (or hungry), she relaxes and spends quite a while with the snake in her arms! ^^ She's disappointed when she has to say goodbye ):

Chucky Lee Ray: An Eastern Canadian Moose.

Chucky: *staring up at this giant fucking creature, clearly ready to run at any second if the thing makes an unpleasant move* ... You have gotta be fucken kidding me. Y/N: Nope. This is Jessica-Mae! She's from Canada, and she's really nice. I think she'll let you sit on her back, if you wan- Chucky: No I don't wanna sit on Jessica-Mae's back actually Y/N, Jessica-Mae is a fucken monster- Y/N: c h u c k y

Chucky has a... healthy cautiousness when it comes to wild animals XD He does like tarantulas, though.

Freddy Krueger: A West African Lion.

Y/N: Okay so for this one, um, I'm uh... yeah I'm gonna step out. Freddy: ... wait. Wait wait wait. Why are you- *You close the door one side of the room and as soon as the lock clicks into place, the lion prowls in on the other side* Freddy: Oh. Freddy, hands out like 'i mean no harm': ... nice kitty Freddy: ... um. I saw the lion king. It was... a great piece of cinema; your people should be proud. Freddy: ... please don't eat me, you giant son of a bitch.

Freddy was SO EXCITED to meet an animal, but now he's got some concerns about those teeth and his privates.

Jason Voorhees: A Ussuri Grizzly Bear.

Bear: ... *Staring down Jason* Jason: ... *Staring down Bear* Bear and Jason: *Staring each other down* Y/N: ... *Wondering if you should do something* Jason: *Suddenly walks over and gives the bear neck scritches*

... this is a giant toothy puppy to Jason XD Jason loves wildlife, they were his friends growing up in the woods! ^^ And he knows how to keep them calm, so he's very good with them. He hangs out with the bear until its time to go outside, then Jason follows him outside and hangs with him out there ^^

Jennifer Check: A White Rhinoceros.

Jennifer, as soon as Grizelda the rhino steps in: -oh jesus fucking christ. Jennifer: You're fat. Y/N: Oy! Jennifer: What??? She's meant to be, right?? 🙄 G o d... look who's animal-cist. Jennifer: ... can I feed the fat bitch?

The fact that this is an animal does not change a thing about the way Jennifer talks to her XD She is so fascinated, though, and wants to feed Grizelda, pet Grizelda, ask many many questions about Grizelda... she loves her.

Jerry Dandridge: A Perentie Monitor Lizard (Goanna).

Y/N, helping goanna onto Jerry's lap: Now, be careful with Sandy, he can be kinda easily startled and then his claws will cut into your skin, and- Jerry: *Getting along great with the Sandy, Sandy is in the best mood you have ever seen him in; purring.* Y/N: ... Y/N: ... wtf, how?! Sandy's usually so grumpy!- Jerry: Oh I guess we just have a connection~

Jerry and reptiles get along great, they're cold blooded and he... is always cold. He has no blood. He's a vampire XD Try giving him a puppy, though, and watch that puppy leap away from him and growl like a possessed thing (Jerry gets so frowny about it XD).

Michael Myers: A Bengal Tiger.

Michael: *Stock still, actually considering running for the first time in 50 decades* Tiger: ... *yawns* *prowls over to Michael and lays on top of his feet, promptly falling asleep* Y/N: ... um. Well, I think she likes you?? Michael: *Does not move an inch for 3 hours while the tiger naps, staring at it*

Michael, just like cats... is a bitch. They basically adopt him into their family as their big dumb weirdo child (Yes, even the big terrifying ones) and there is not a thing grumpy old Myers can do about it XD

Pamela Voorhees: A Silver Fox.

Pam: *Loves the fox. Sitting in her chair and leaning down to give it treats. Cooing at her.* Y/N: You're so good with her! ^^ Pam: ~Stay away from my son, dear, and I wont have to sick her on you~ Y/N: ... D: What?

Pamela and a sharp toothed creature is a dangerous combination. Stay away from her son.

Patrick Bateman: An African Savanna Elephant.

Patrick: *A too-big smile glued to his face as he strokes the dirty wrinkly elephant* This is... this is fun... Y/N: I knew you'd like her! ^^ Anna is so sweet, and gentle, and quiet, so- Patrick: -You cant tell when I'm fucken lying through my t e e t h!?

Patrick doesn't like any animals, they're wild and filthy and break irreplaceable things he spent hard-earned money on to be unique, but he will force a pleasant face because that is what he does

Pennywise: A Mountain Zebra.

*i was tempted to do a turtle but... seemed too obvious XD Still unsure i made the right call*

Penny: Heheheheh, whats black, white and- Y/N: Don't do it. I swear. Dont do it. Penny: Okay okay okay, I'll be serious. Hey, why do zebras have stripes? Y/N: Oh, well they developed stripes because- Penny: Because they didn't want to be Spotted!

Penny c a n n o t s t o p m a k i n g z e b r a j o k e s. Otherwise, he's pretty good with the zebra. No problems ^^

Stu Macher: A Somali Ostrich.

Stu: Heheh... Y/N, these things don't bite, do they?? Y/N: Oh they totally do. *Hands Stu the leash* Anything with a mouth bites. Stu, levelling his gaze with the giant flightless bird: ... I will bite you back.

Stu is a little chicken, but he's also really curious!! XDD So sure, he'll hang onto the leash and feed the monster bird!! But he will absolutely crouch down and cover his head if the ostrich starts fluttering his wings. And don't you dare leave him XD

Tiffany Valentine: Baby Nile Crocodiles.

Tiff: Chucky!! We have new children now!! Chucky: THE FUCK WE DO- Y/N: N- no... you cant keep them actually... Tiff, ignoring you and Chucky: The kids are gonna love these ^^ Come on, sweethearts, into the sack, single file now- hey, Trudy, no biting your brother-

Tiffany is in love XD And you know how one-track-minded she can be when she's in love XD

[gaym0m]

So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t. 

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 70 part 2 spoilers and speculation

I definitely had to rewatch this a few times to catch everything that happened - several bits happen so fast that I missed them on first viewing! Also, it doesn't help that there are 2 cams who look very similar (both black coats, one with plain black tie and one with lozenge-y patterned tie).

Let's follow along with @gamie99's bingo card!

The toilet bursting into the lift uses a dead cam as bait (so we think a friendly cameraman was the one who opened the lift ceiling at first). The bait-cameraman has a black coat and black tie, looking very similar to one of the living cameramen in the lift - and that cameraman dies first to the toilet (by being impaled). Only they're not quite dead - they pull the toilet down the hole with them (the hole blasted by the bomb strapped to the dead bait-cameraman). That confused me until I worked out the sequence of events!

We can tick off heroic sacrifice because of Black Tie's actions. Also, holy crap, how strong are cameramen?! They pulled that big-ass toilet down with them!

I think we can cross off jumpscare too, because we thought 'yay, a friendly' then OH NO.

Something else that happens so quickly I didn't clock it at first: Assassin Speakerman then ferries Salmon Shirt and Lozenge Tie out of the lift (through the hole blasted in the ceiling) one at a time using their jetpack.

That means they could have saved one of the Mint Twins!! D: Waaaa! All this time I thought that that wasn't possible because the jetpacks can't carry passengers. They can!

Plunk uses their spikes again - I'm still baffled by how these work - to climb the walls of the lift, rather than accept Assassin's help. (I think Plunk gets the spikes from a toilet in the previous episode, but it happens so quickly, and Plunk appears to be able to retract and deploy them at will like Wolverine claws? I don't quite get it.) I think Plunk might have just had the same realisation I did - Assassin could have saved at least one Minty! Plunk is angry at Assassin all over again.

Assassin makes a metallic 'honk' sound when Plunk slaps their hand away. It sounds a bit like 'what?', haha.

Walking through the corridors in the dark feels rather videogames, haha. It's interesting that Assassin turns off the red light on their driver - what's that light for? Is it just so other units can see them, or does it grant them some optical sensing ability?

Mildly interesting that the night vision is green. Human-made night-vision apparatus is green because human eyes are attuned to green more than to red or blue - we can see more shades of green than any other colour. It wouldn't necessarily be the same for cameras. Presumably DFB just did it that way so that we the audience would understand it was night vision; maybe that's all there is to it. Maybe it hints that the cameraman were human-made or they modelled themselves after human-made tech on purpose?

Animation error! Salmon Shirt's trouser arse clips through their coat! Bwoo ha ha ha haaaa!

It's not that there's a big hole in their coat; the arse disappears in the next few frames.

Then we get to that room.

Is that Titan Camera's arm?! Looks like one of Titan Speaker's knives and the body of a camera strider too.

I think this is further proof that DFB adjusts the size of the models depending on what looks good, and the Titans have no fixed size other than 'big'. Compare the hand above with Plunk and TCam in episode 51:

There's just no way the hand in episode 70 is that big!

Then we see that piece of paper. (Skibidi Toilets are Greek?) Well then. What is the connection between the Scientist and McMagnets??

Maybe we can tick off insane fucken lore drop? No lore has actually been dropped, though - just Implications. In which case we can probably tick off "WTF??"

And some plain English! Is this anything from Half-Life? I barely played those games. The two in the middle would appear to be the same models as Freaky-hands McMagnets and the Secret Agent. Which of them is the 'new administrator'? I'm not sure if the other figures are significant. Or the date - it might be just to establish a timescale, or the specific date might have relevance later.

Possible background: the two dudes above created the Astro Toilets and the Alliance hardwares respectively and are waging a proxy war against each other with their creations. (That doesn't explain where the Skibidis came from though - maybe a failed creation of the Astros.)

Book! Why didn't they open it to look inside?? The book has the TV symbol on it, which I couldn't see when I viewed the episode on my phone. Here's a screencap with a brightness-boosted inset in case you can't see it on your screen either.

Salmon Shirt shrugs and puts the book back on the table! Why don't they look inside??

Then... RIP Salmon Shirt. That's kinda gutting - not just because another friendly unit died but because it feels unsatisfying. It's not a poignant death, it's just a bummer! Now we'll never find out their connection to the Secret Agent! (Well, we probably will, but it doesn't feel like it at this stage.)

We get to see a POV shot of the Red Screen of Death!

I'm disappointed that it just says 'end yourself' instead of something more brutal. Feels like pissbaby TikTok-level self-censorship.

I've always been intrigued by why DFB has the TVs speak backwards. It sent me down a rabbit-hole of looking up how CRT screens work, to find whether there was anything in a CRT that can be said to run 'backwards' before it reaches the viewer, but I couldn't find anything. I concluded that DFB did it for Rule of Cool and to give viewers an Easter egg if they chose to reverse the sound. Could it be that the RSOD text is backwards because it looks the right way around to the TV displaying it (imagine wearing goggles with some text on them) and they're such proud idiots that it doesn't occur to them that it's the wrong way around to everyone else? Ahahaha.

Assassin Speaker saves the day! Along with the lens protector given to Plunk by the dying large cam. (I want to see Plunk wearing it - I bet that looks silly!) RIP Lozenge Tie though. It seems Assassin did try to save them too but the toilet simply impaled them. Plunk immediately returns the favour to Assassin by rescuing them right back! (Something else I didn't see on first viewing because everything happens so fast.) Hopefully they will become pals again eventually.

Assassin goes squeak and it sounds kind of like 'wow'. Heheh.

Plunk has Salmon Shirt's mysterious doohicky now, and we get a proper look at it. Looks kind of like Winamp, haha.

Wiju Bi Gojze!! :D

So, where did that toilet come from? The red and black mechanical arm was in plain sight, but where was the rest of it??

[brainddeadd]

The Walking Dead: Seasons 1-3

spoiler alert ⚠️

Overall thoughts:

I'd choose Daryl to be by my side in an apocalypse any day. Michone too. Glenn as well.

Who is the sweet angel baby boy??

GLENN IS SWEET ANGEL BABY BOY 

“Who are you? (…) Rick Grimes? You got something you want to tell me? (…) Let me process this. You saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there!?"

Arms 

"I dropped the key." "Couldn't pick it up?"

"WELL👹YOUR👹HEAD👹AIN'T!👹" 👹👹👹👹

Daryl hiding under a dead body is feral and iconic

"Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep2) - he sounds like Sheldon Cooper when he says that

Walker: * groaning* Daryl: shut up *shoots it* ICON

"Except my ass itched something awful." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep 3)

Shane killing Otis is fucking insane

Not Maggie, just straight up being like, "I'll have sex with you" to Glenn.. I get it hun I get it

"Some men do not earn the love of their sons." ouch

Daryl getting Carol a rose and knowing what kind of flower it is. Bringing it back safely and putting it in a 'vase'. And people say he's heartless. "I believe this one bloomed for you little girl." 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Daryl getting impaled on his own arrow fuck

Daryl covers himself up like a Victorian lady when Carol brings him food and not knowing how to respond when she kisses his forehead 🤣

"I can't profess to understand God's plan. Christ promised the resurrection of the dead. I just thought he had something a little different in mind."

fuck Shane

Shane being a dick and opening the barn and Glenn asking Maggie for permission to kill the walkers cause he knows they were family

Lori is really fucking annoying

Daryl finding out that some people touched little girls - terrifying

thank GOD Shane is dead

Can they not control Carl for even one second the fuck

Who the fuck keeps zombies on a leash like dogs?????

Arms 

Daryl and Carol being cute lil besties

"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

CARL HAVING TO KILL LORI OH MY GOD

Andrea sucks.. pls die

"Nope. No way. Not her. We ain't losing nobody else. I'm going for a run." (s3, ep4) Darylllll yes

"Kid just lost his mum. His dad ain't doing so hot." (s3, ep4)Love you Daryl baby

Daryl my beloved

Arms 

T-dogs death was unnecessary bro

adore Michonne

Michonne just leave Andrea in the dust please im begging you

"Little ass kicker, that's a good name, right? Little ass kicker."

Daryl with a baby lord help me

A Zombie.. hunger games ?? Boxing match ???

AYO DARYL TAKING A FLOWER TO CAROLS GRAVE CAUSE HE THINKS SHES DEAD

A phone ringing?

"GO BACK" MICHONNE MY LOVE

Michonne please kill Merle

DARYL'S MUM !??!?!?!?!

Daryls so gentle with Carol

Michonne getting the food to the prison - She's so lovely

"Don't you worry about your old man. Imma keep my eye on him." Daryl bby dont ever change

Maggie gets to kill the governor. She has to.

Stabbing the Gov in the eye. Queen.

"The smell, it's loud." Pardon ?!?

Daryl leaves them for Merle ?!?!?! Yuck!

Rick seeing the ghost of Lori is fucken wild

Can the Governor die now please

At this point, if it's not about Daryl and the team, I don't wanna know about them - just give me my found family

Mama stilinski what are you doing here?

Daryl please come home

s3, ep 10 - this is where I started to actively take note 

“You quite a lady.” Yes she is, but not for you. 

Daryl knowing that it’s a baby crying and not wild animals - immediately going to check it out. Of course Merle is acting like a dick. 

ARMS

CLOSING THE WALKERS HEAD IN THE CAR’S BOOT HOLY SHIT 

Daryl putting the crossbow on Merle when he’s stealing from the family with the baby 

“They didn’t owe us nothing.” You did save their lives bby 

“THERE👹WAS👹A👹BABY!” 

“Man I went back for you. You weren’t there. I didn’t cut off your hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it.” Finally someone says it. Finally Daryl sees it. 

DARYL’S BACK

HOLY SHIT 

OH MY GOD

NO 

SDKFNHRUE

“I didn’t know he was-“ “Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.” JNFJHEFUSIOJWEL IMMA KILL 

“Back where I belong.” Yes sir, I know that’s right. 

“Damn near killed the Chinese kid.” “He’s Korean.” WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH 

“You know, I may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving. Again.” I am not ok. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this. 

“This rage is going to get you killed.”

THE GOV SHOWING UP AND KILLING AXEL 

DARYL NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO SHOW UP

WHO 

THE 

FUCK

IS 

THAT

WHY ARE THEY DELIVERING WALKERS 

GLENN 

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

OH NOW YOU SHOW UP 

BUT LATE GLENN

Oh shit Rick

DARYL YES

Ew Merle

S3, ep 11

Carl telling Rick he should stop being the leader was not on my bingo card 

The Gov wanting children 13+ to fight in his war 

Gov lying to Andrea - unsurprising 

“You go to that prison, you stay there.” Or the both of you can just.. disappear..

I’m with Glenn on this one. Remove Merle. 

Merle can read????

“When the governor returns, he’ll kill me first-“ GOOD I’LL PAY HIM TO DO IT

“This is our home.” “This is a tomb.” Well damn Daryl, why’d you come back then???

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down.” STOP HURTING ME WITH DARYL’S STORYLINE 

HIS LIL LAUGH WITH CAROL 

Andrea fuck off

Milton two-timing Andrea is iconic - sucks that it’s for that piece of shit tho

Andrea doing Michonne’s pet walker thing 

Tyrese and his gang witnessing it 

Merle approaching Michonne 

Tyrese is too pure for Angela and the Gov

Rick setting Andrea straight 

“Next time you see Phillip, you tell him I’m gonna take his other eye.” As you should 

“Go to hell, Michonne.” Have you seen the world you live in? 

“He sent Merle to kill me.”

“You chose a warm bed over a friend.” Preach 

Tyrese run 

“Shane loved Rick.” “Shane loved Lori.” No he was obsessed and stalkerish with Lori. 

Carol asking Andrea to sleep with Gov and then kill him is wild but like.. pls do. 

Rick giving Andrea a car, knife and gun - he better than me, I’d leave her for dead 

HOW IS CARL READY

HE IS A CHILD

Ugh Andrea you bitch just kill him 

S3, ep 12

Driving past a hitchhiker - I get it, but fuck man that would suck 

The car getting stuck in the mud is instant karma but I hate it 

Carl boy it is not her fault the car got stuck 

THEY LEAVE HIM BEHIND AGAIN

‘No guilt, you know that’ what 

‘Turn around and live’ ??

Carl shooting the shooter in the town was unexpected 

Morgan’s story… fuck man 

Walkers just chilling in the cafe thingy that Carl wants to go in 

“I think she might be one of us.” Hell yes she is Carl 

Love the lack of judgement from Michonne 

Walkers got the hitchhiker 

S3, ep 13

Where in the hell are they? 

I love the angel wings on Daryl’s jacket - they’re such a juxtaposition to his personality and the stereotype of leather jackets and their wearers 

WHY IS THE GOVERNOR THERE ?!?!?

Daryl shoot him

Please 

Just get it over with 

Gods Andrea just fuck off 

“Great. He bought his butler.” Daryl I love you

“You better watch your mouth, sunshine.” Marry me 

Merle shut the fuck up

Andrea shut the fuck up 

Bringing up Judith’s parentage is a low blow fuck 

“… for failing to see the devil beside you.” “Oh I see him alright.” Damn ok Rick 

Daryl’s “after you” and then killing more than the other guy 

Guys why are you fucking when there’s imminent danger ?!?!?!

Rick don’t you dare 

Ok like, thank you for not giving Michonne over, but also.. fuck 

NO 

RICK 

NO 

DON’T YOU DARE

NO

S3, ep 14

I swear to god Rick Grimes if you give Michonne over to that pice of shit

Michonne knew the pet walkers 

“They deserved what they got. They weren’t human to begin with.” Oh ok. So not people we liked. 

What the fuck is the Governor doing 

Milton finally growing some fucking balls and telling someone about the Gov’s plan to kill them all anyway 

THE WHISTLE EW 

Do it Andrea do it shoot him go on do it do it kill him

The Gov does NOT get to kill Andrea 

Tyrese RUN

Ok the Gov is actually fucking insane 

Like I knew that

But fuck

Like dude 

Chill out 

You’re waisting petrol on the chick you slept with 

THE WHISTLE AGAIN

WHO SET FIRE TO THE WALKERS?!?!! TYRESE ?!?!?

HOLY CRAP 

HE TOOK HER 

TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER 

S3, ep 15

RICK GRIMES 

DON’T YOU DARE

DARYL DIXON

DON’T YOU DARE

DON’T BRING MERLE INTO IT 

“I’m a damn mystery to me.” Not to me buddy. You’re an abused turned abuser. 

“I’m here for my brother.” I actually hate you. 

“He say he was sorry yet?” I love that you actually think he has it in him to apologise bby.

“Cause he is.” don’t even boy 

“Imma make him. There’s gotta be a way.” Daryl bby, ily but he beat the shit out of him. That’s not going away any time soon. 

“I care more about her than I care about me.” Glenn sweetie, you’re in an apocalypse 

Lmao Daryl’s face at the mention of crystal meth. Good boy. 

“Do you even possess a pair of balls, little brother?” Man go fuck yourself Merle. Daryl’s more man than you’ll ever be.

“I just want my brother back.” Daryl bby, he’s not worth it.

THANK GOD RICK 

MERLE GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER 

His voice actually causes a physical form of hatred to course through my body 

MERLE NO

FUCK

RICK HELP HER 

DARYL STOP YOUR BROTHER 

FUCKEN HELL 

DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY BABY

“I wanna marry Maggie.” I get it my guy I do. Me too. 

Please let Merle die 

Why does he never die 

Merle letting her go???

DARYL JUST LET YOUR BROTHER GO 

Merle what the fuck 

Did Merle just lead the walkers to the governor ?!?!?!

MERLE WHAT THE FUCK

Is the governor going to be the one to kill Merle????

HE JUST BIT OFF HIS FINGERS

THE FUCK

HOLY CRAP 

He shot him 

Governor shot Merle 

Holy shit 

GLENN PROPOSES 

SKANF;JKADNF;IDSF

YES

YES

HOLY 

CRAP

SHIT

FUCKBALLS

YES

Rick finally talking sense 

Oh god Daryl please be careful 

NO

PLEASE 

NO 

NOT DARYL CRYING 

NO 

PLEASE

I CAN’T HANDLE THAT

NO 

FUCK

THIS IS WORSE

HE HAS TO KILL HIS BROTHER 

FUCK 

NO 

PLEASE NO 

NO

THE WAY HE FOLDS IN ON HIMSELF 

SDKFNOSIHFN

OH GOD 

NO NO NOJNKJNWDOIFKNP

HIS LITTLE CRY 

No 

The rage 

The sobbing 

His body falling 

Fuck no

His heaving breaths 

Fuck 

Daryl 

Jesus Christ Norman why’d you have to act it like that 

I know I wanted him dead but I didn’t mean for Daryl to have to kill him fuck 

S3, ep 16

MILTON BURNT THE WALKERS 

Holy crap the Governor is insane Jesus 

“What would your daughter think about what you are?” Oh ok Milton, you want the Torture torture 

Governor telling Milton to kill Andrea and Milton trying to kill Governor, so Governor kills Milton, who then turns and kills Andrea.

“Either you kill or you die. Or you die and then you kill.” 

Carl’s pissed 

RICK AND MICHONNE FLIRTING !?!?!?!?

Tyrese and Sasha my loves 

THAT’S A BIG ASS GUN SHIT 

They’re gone sucka 

Andrea the man is gonna die and then he’s gonna eat you. Stop being a whiney bitch.

WAS SHE RAW DOGGING HER SHOES 

THE FUCK

Sneak attack 

Carl shooting a surrendering teenager.. shit 

He just killed the people he’s supposed to be protecting.. psychopath 

Mama Stilinski surviving hell yeah 

Carl is brutal 

Rick and the others going for Andrea just after Milton bites her 

“No one can make it alone now.” “They never could.” 

Michonne staying with Andrea as she kills herself to make sure she doesn’t turn 

Them bringing the town to the prison to get them away from the Governor 

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Can you tell us more about who England refers too as mother? And did you divide the UK siblings roughly into two pairs because of Roman Britain? I'm sorry you just keep dropping hints and no one else has asked 💌

Oh lord, okay. So disclaimer, working with prehistory is a fucking crap shoot. Archaeology has a lot of interpretations and not as many facts as historians and archivists like me, especially who studied modern history, would like. And even when history does come to the islands in the form of the Roman writers, that is also largely questionable because propaganda is as old as human communication. So I try to work with what we do know, but before a certain point, I'm basically writing fantasy. But also, no one has to work with history ever in a fucking stupid anime fandom. I'm just a diagnosed anxious headcase who copes with the uncertainty of existence by researching the fuck out of every choice I've ever made sober, including this shitshow of a blog and predecessors. Most of my focus is on much later history, so I'm taking a minimalist approach here and making as little work for myself as possible while at least taking some guidance from history to fit the themes I like so none of this is likely going to be the best take, tbh. That said, onwards into the breach, I fucken guess.

Can you tell us more about who England refers to as mother?

Yes. So most of the time, the conglomerate characters of "Germania" or the fanon "Native America," where dozens and hundreds and thousands of politically interlocked or entirely separate cultures are smushed into one character, make zero sense to me. In the case of Native America, it's downright racist, and in the case of Germania it's basically sucking Tacitus off 2,000 years after the fact. But Brittania could make sense. Being an island separated from mainland Europe made for some attractive socio-political and cultural unity hinted at in writing after the Roman invasion and before the fact in the archaeological record. But how long before the Romans? Where do I begin with Brittania, eh? The Red Lady of Paviland? The Creswell Crags? The Starr Mesolithic Site? Neolithic Chambered Tomb-Shrines? Stonehenge? The Iron Age Hillforts? Ah! There we go, the Celtic arrival in Britain. i.e. the option that makes me do the least work to get the job done. The Celts arrive in Britain about 1,300-800 BCE and in Ireland about 800-500 BCE depending on who you read. There is one tribe among the Celtic that had strong links to Britain and Ireland. The Brigantes were stuck in the border region between what is today Scotland and England, with at least some sort of material connections in Wales and Ireland. So my shortcut to a decent storyline that had some basis in fact, was to have her people interpret her as their patron goddess of Brigantia and link her tightly to Celtic paganism and weakened by the invasions of Rome but also the widespread adoption of Christianity in the 5th century. She was a proud woman who enjoyed the worship she once knew and who loved her children fiercely. She was every bit a Cartimandua or Boudicca. And when Christ and his nails bled her to death, her sons eventually dug her a barrow at the foot of an iron age hillfort, and her only daughter braided her hair and placed her golden jewelry on her one last time and their world was never the same.

And did you divide the UK siblings roughly into two pairs because of Roman Britain?

Yes and no. The Romans did take and hold England and Wales but Wales was much harder to hold onto. Under the Romans, life didn't change there or in Scotland nearly as much as in England. My main reason for splitting them into Brighid and Alasdair and Rhys and Arthur beyond much more modern politics is linguistic. Scottish Gaelic is much more related to Irish than it is to Welsh. And the Welsh word Cymru once referred to both the Welsh and Cumbrians. Now Cumbrian is a fascinating little language that is now dead, but it left a fantastic legacy in its counting system. @oumaheroes headcanons it as being something he uses to refer to his weans, and I, sobbing, concur wholeheartedly. I also have made random references to a shitfaced Arthur babbling in Cumbrian. So with that being a Celtic language in what is today England, et voila, two pairs.

[breezytealy]

6, 9, 17 :D

The questions!

6) Which saga is your favorite? 

UHMMM Right so - The Great Saiyaman Saga is my favourite because of the low-stakesness of it, and seeing Gohan interact with the rest of the world, I love all the worldbuilding snippets! But, I don't think it would work as a standalone series, as I feel you need the rest of the show to really understand why it's a good breather? It's the eternal conundrum of loving slice-of-life fantasy, really hard to pull off without knowing the full stakes.

So if I was going to pick standalones, I'd pick the standalones that I did watch, which was The Saiyan and Namek Sagas. I hadn't seen Dragon Ball when I started watching DBZ but picked it up quick, and I thought the arc of Goku "suddenly you're an alien and dead", and the Vegeta/Goku battle, and how Vegeta grows into the main cast and is against Frieza making this complex set of alliances, I thought that was smashing! Plus Frieza was great to hate!

9) What is your favorite fight?

If I had to rewatch or reread, I'd probably go for Cell Saga Gohan fight, as it's so gut-wrenching. But if I have to pick one that's stuck with me, it was Trunks' entrance in "Another Super Saiyan?". Imagine watching that at like, 12 or 13 with no idea who Trunks is, just this cool dude with a great haircut (for the time) who shows up and one shots the guy they barely took out in the previous saga? That sword slash is iconic, and it blew my fucken mindddd

How it was summarised at "real speed" in SuperHero really gets it across, too - that cut cut cut lull - BLAST - yea! So it's fave for being so out of nowhere :)!

17) Which anime ending is your favorite?

I don't recall the DB/Z/GT ones, I'm not sure what we had in the UK as we'd have to be dragged out of my grandparents' house a few minutes before the show ended so no nostalgia there!

So my love is with the Super ones! I love the video for Hello, Hello, Hello by Good Morning America the most - that beginning montage (though I can never work out Goku's neck at the end? I think his chin makes his neck look h e n c h haha)This song is also super uplifting to me? Very hopeful.

But an equally good banger is Forever Dreaming by Czech no Republic :) Can bop bop bop along to this one

[outforflowers]

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Amount of sleep: 7-9 hours.

Lucky number: 9

Wearing: hiking grey/green boots, jeans, Levi's black t, brown cotton jumper, hair tied up because it's fucken wimdy, Superdry mountain expedition long ass winter coat and the accessories I always wear.

Random: I messed up the order of this list. This should be the last entry.

Aesthetic: what would Mick Jagger wear if he had boobs + log lady + christian wife from the 50's (happens when I want to bake - Idk - don't ask)

Favourite animal noise: birds, but not many at the same time.

Favourite instrument: drums, cello, bass and piano.

Favourite song: this is not a fair ask. Always too many and they rotate.

Movies/books that summarize me: Titanic and Mother.

Favourite author: Hesse and Tolstoi.

[cyclament]

Painting Assignment

November 18, 2021 - December 16, 2021

Gr11 assignment where we had to paint something that has a meaning.

I'm gonna yap about my thoughts on this.

I hate it when teachers/people start developing this notion that every piece of art needs to have a meaning. I get that that's why a lot of people do art (whether to convey a message or just vent an emotion), but once it's forced it's no longer an outlet. I like doing art because I do. And if it has a meaning to me, that's for me to know. Everyone has their own experiences that vary their interpretations, which leads to people seeing stories that you may not have intended (which is fine). But I don't see the reason for chastising the artist if you don't see a meaning to their work.

Idk, I just feel that once you force an artist to make art that has a meaning, you're taking away the freeing aspect of art. With art, you're the one in control of what you create and the messages you send, but once it's forced it defeats the purpose.

Anyways,,, I needed to paint something that has a meaning, which i really didn't feel like doing. The way around this was to paint something that has so many fucked up aspects that most people would think this says so much about society. Dead animals? check. fucken,, fire? check. impossble perspective?? you love it babyeee

I had fun painting this piece, but it did take me a bit to get over my angery about me having to have a meaning. I eventually leaned into thinking how funny it was that peoplewld think this says so much about society when I was just dickin around.

(also this assignment had a written portion where you have to explain the meaning, but I never did that 🤠👍)

Acrylic paint on canvas

[solardick]

What i do.

But this is hell.

And of course. The indian speaks english fluently. He had a thought one day. And when i said. “Well, how am i supposed to know? Half the time you’re being a fucken idiot.” He laughs. Other times. He doesnt want to inderstand.

Im already dead man. Wtf do j care. I can do all kinds of mean rwisted shit now. Because im not going to be alive much longer somthey eont be any consequences.

They ve been doing this to me simce i was a fucken child man. Dame fucken tactivs. If fact its has my brothers signiture all

Over it.

My noose is ready and lovked on my door. All i

Need is a push. Theyre fucken wi th y hormaines for fucks sake s

Lets go

Back home and think about my asshole cause its the only thin gg i can feel. 24 hours a day. At leadt its not spwaking like a girl. With all that estrogen laced weed thyeve been giving ober the last several years.

Sorry ive never liked looney toons. I font have a sadistic sense of humour. Brainwarping children with violence and laughter. Degenerating the inner spyche to produce degenerating invclined offspring. And neither do i have beef with nature: “cuz nature sucks!” Lets all get high and touch thr moon and based or future generations eith ambitions to please the body over the spirit.

Ive come to put it all together. Over these years. This is the third reich. The nazies won. And all it took is 60 million lives to make possible. And half of those lives were russians. Didnt hear a single care in all of my education about world history.

Not enough russians lives were taken thoigh. So the north western idealogy is trying to side curb its way into foreign lands to take over and dominate the world. Nazies.

I wanted a job at the pet store or the art store so the pisces moon would have a positive outlet. And the at osphere would be calm and positive. But they didnt want me to. The plans are in motion to continue raping my existance.

Then on the brink of suicide, again, i find a roofing job serrounded by toxic, degen, masculine personalities. With thr exception of one. Theres not mych in the way of media that gives positive light to the masculine. Its all connected to hardship. And lack. And degen, tendencies.

And people have always taken it for themsleves to put themselves over me. That has been thr only reality ive ever known. I dont want to be alove anymore. Especially if i get treated and punished fir being how the world has always treated me.

Im not even a person.

Gay men, women, hetero’s, government bodies of people. family, friends. To a lesser extant. Going on 40 and people are stoll making decisions for my life. I dont get to make them. Because they do.

All the world has ever done is harm me. And im the bad guy. Growing up hearing all this shit about peace and love and the age of aquarius. Just to insult you. While your surrounded by Leos. And disfunctional familial habitudes. Watching sibblings go after each other and me with hammers and axes and shit. Giving young teenagers ciggarets and drugs. Purposefully rolemodeling bs cause its funny. Killing animals and pets. Burning down buildings. Driving drunk. Fag bashing, bigotry, elitism. Destructive habits. Bipolar eruptions of violence. Absenteeism. Zero guidance. No communication. Lack luster tries at it.

Over 30 years of that. Then battering after battering, year after year. Into a beligenrent mess of bs.

And now, years after being complety fucked with to the extreme. Theres an entire community of dicktwats fucking with my system, and sexually manipulating me. Into becoming a queer. And through right back into childhood and fortifying self destructive lunar habits. So they can all feel good about being superior humans beings. And quenching that demonic thirst.

Thats pretty ficked up man. Dont blame me for tending to phatasize about national destruction. Because its the maine theme of pop media.

Since birth the world has been nothing but a giant fuck you to me. Everythign in between in inconsequential on that regard.

This isnt the real world. Its a pre-life. Or an alter life if another being. Which is me. Experimecing this instead of that. To break it all doem. Its the only thign that makes any sense.

And then after at those places. I wanted to work at. Id need an avenue for physical work. So i would have been more inclined and have the motivation to go to the gym instead. But nope. I need to be sexually harrased by another girl and then raped into become a girl. Not allowed to be away from toxic intended people, playing to a script. Somim still sick. Not allowed not to be.

In all that darkness and negativity and entropy. Once the light is seen, a peace and normalcy is glimpsed, in the venusian qualities upon the face of a pretty girl. Drive me insane. With the desire for tranquility and good tidings. Motivation and will to produce good life. Comes over like an obseesion from desperation and lack. But they harm you all the while. Boices and shadowed faces hiding in the background in the crowd. The will to drop it. Isnt strong enough to hold. For what if. An accomplishment from something good. Would strengthen my spirit. And i could live again. Or for the forst time.

My life is little foot vs freddy krugger. But i come from the generation where horror was intwine with child phatasy. Theres not much defermeve bewtween land before time. The original. To a nightmare on elm street. Beyond finding the garden of eden versus just surviving the T-rex and still being lost. Comsidering im living on maple street. Is just another insult to being alive.

I cant afford a noce appartment. I live by myself and always will. An di dont make 30$ an hour.

In fact Ir wasnt far between watching land before time an dmy life going to shit.

Heres some dick, kid. And the entire world thinks its hilarious. Perverting children.

It should be manditory for all families to get psychologically evaluated every 1-5 years. Which i don’t understand all this pride about free health care. What health care? If uou can give an athlete 10 million$ a year. Im pretty sure you can find some funding for better health care practices.

Then the bs about national compassion and what woukd have a stringer expression in the masses knowing that these games to pay exorbitantly for is actually supporting their freinds and family and a better world jnstead of giving entitled assholes an easy life of luxury. If a movie actor cane make 60 million $ a film then wtf. Fuck tom hanks.

Too bad its not my thy hair that is patching. If it were a choice it be the other way around. Then it be more like the arms. With heavier forarm than upper arm hair. Am i right? Maybe i will do the ipl treatment. Then use the electro therapy to get whatever is left over. Leave the pubic region, the love trail and the fuzz on my belly. Insteas of looking like a satyr. You know since i’m a woman now. Nd it be sexy. Since sex is all that matters.

You should have seen the expectant joy on my fathers face while he was calling me a woman. That was like what. 8-9 years ago now.

His favorite song. Used to sing it around me all the time.

Dont have a choice i have to kill

Myslef.

I just want a girl whos loves sucking dick. So she can squirt over my dace as i stair up i to her browneye and ponder the mysteries of life.

No need of shame for the sexual appetite. Of dirty vs. carnal desire. I know most then some.

Fucken creep. Yeah, i am. I was. Will be again apparently.

I want a woman, help me feel like a man. Instead i have an entire community of smut peddlers.

Kings are ni longer bred. There is no ower to veto a way of life. It’ll just fester.

Pray ipon my god and see, i never stop burning.

Man, i feel like a woman. And along eoth it everything worth living for is gone. Intellectual persuit. Gone. Artistic persuit gone. Desire to sedate increased. Desire to socialize gone. Desire to produce. Gone. Desire to accomplish gone. Desire for further education. Gone. Desire for physical satidfaction increases. Women suck. Its a handicap.

Looks like i was born and bred for the sole

Purpose of being a slut. Something to be proud about apparwntly.

Mrystal is the closest thing. Though a lie, ive had to hanging out with a girl for over 25 years. Just toxic masculine and feminine personalities. Thats all there is.

Hard to live in your own head. When theres an entire army manipulation from the external. Been fighting it for years. Hasnt brought me in anything

Well shit. Hello dark side of me. Hows it going? You go n abe alright not being monitered. Not going to do anythignstupid now are you? Creep some people?hive my body full reign to the family demon. Become possessed. Give in to sin. Noones safe.

Why they want that. Fuck their dumb.

Too i secure to walk i to a bisy stire anymore. Back to where i started there goes 8 years of life.

Guess ill be dressing up as a souless demon this holloween.

Maybe i can pull card lettered И, centre it by maybe 8 other cards to be connected to. Maybe. See what influences bare upon it.

Do that while the world is busy olaying with my penis. Pervs.

Ger me out of this nughtmare. 40 years is too mich.

Theyre fucken kilking me and laughing at the same time. My entire fuckne life man this has lal it ever been.

What to say to the dictor in the shrinkwarf. I have an entire army of cocksukrrs raping intk suicide and indotn want to be alive anymore. Tired that already. Didnt do anythign. Half of rhem are probanly in in it anyway. Can youvexorsize this demon. Fucken ne since birth? Look how populous its become.

Die for what you belive is certsinky gonna happen.

Maybe one day i wont be thrown into an envrionemt. That is full of enemies. Or assholes who just oass it off their shoulder like it doesnt matter. Mothwr was good at that.

Oh you know its just him. Hanging out with a bad crowd. Instea dof being talked to its being talk about while your still next to the person talking. Noe like ive ever been treated as a person anyway.

Apparently im not allowed to have a job or any social connections. Not allowed havign want i need to live.

Only endless years of people talking about you than to you. Thats all its ever been. 40 years.

I lneed to leave. Byt noones going to

Help me so im stuck here being taped by fucken cocksucker s

Doni fo to work today or do it quit. And count down till im dead? Tough decision.

Dtarted crying again lastnight over how fucied i am.

Kife will always fo this to me. It always has abd it always will.

I have ti kill myself. Its the only way to keep wveryone feom interference with my lifw and forcing me to kill myaelf.

Quit the job and start passing out more cvs i can di that much atleast. Not that ill find a job anyway. Not one ill be happy with.

I deswrve to be raped into suicide foe being born. It only makes swnse

Indont know what not being serrounded by enemies feels like. Something that will never getnoff the bucket list.

I simt have a single cruel abusive bone in my body. Always strived for whats good. Fight agaisnt people fucken with me. They jsut fuck more with you.

So the reason i was born was to be bullied into suicide. So that my family can work out the demon.

They’re trying everything except giving me a substantial anount of money.

The anount of time, resources and man power to rape me into suicide is staggering.

Well rested for the first time in months. Almost died again yesterday. Spend the day half conscious, puking and depressed. Wonder what they dosed me with me.

I forgot what it feels like not fighying got tour life.

What s the point. Im being gorceably removed from the gene pool and im not going to accomplish anything thst will outlive my life and influnce the fallowing generation. Theres no poing being alive. Instead i was born so that other people can enjoy thrmeslve putting themselves over me.

I wush the same fate to all tour children. Thats all

Ive ever known. I cant even do anythign withmyself because thats my only life experiemce.

So i dont even bother trying and i just do this instead. Norn i to a world where not a single person has ever been upfront with you.

Hey look im dtill 8 years old being treated likedhit by my family. Hahhahab

Im afraid if a get a et soemones is judt going to kill again.

What about. Y brother he should be in my shoes. Guys a sexist, fag-basher, drunk driver, drug popping macho. Whis killed several of his sibblings pets. Gave drugs and ciggarettes to minors. Racist. Had. Apicture of the nazi flag accomanied with a sense of pride. Trashed every behical hes ever had. Put lots of lives in jeoperday. Broke peiples bones in highschool while fucked on chems and steroids prabably. It just seems to me that im being punished for his crimes. He gets to have a wife and a family. I dotn eant to be alive anymor e.

Well im ten years too young for hormone problems. What ghe fuck did tgry inject me eith? Not wven my “best” friend from going into highschhol would wven tell me.

I dont feel safe. I dint feel secure. Ive been co sysntky under attack fir years. Cherry was my last hope for having sonething that wasnt chaoctic in my envireibnent. Donething better, abseebce of bs. A perdon to comune with. Would havw dolved all my problems. Would have gotyen healthy. But, whatever.

Now my only motivation is to kill myself. All i can feel is my ass 24 hours a day and its dtiving ke tucken insane.

All the best partd of me are dying snd all thets honbs be lrfy over is bs. Fuckrn kill me already.

Just survive a while longer. Everything will be ok. You’ll see. You’ll be ok. I don’t waht to anymore. Theres nothign good for me

In life. Its just full of fucken evil. Theres nothign good init. Theyve just waste my life away framing me ip for bs. Whats the point

I just want to quit this dayrape job and go back to having nothing. Cuae whatever they gove me is fucken bs.

I just go around spending everyday likes everything i s ok and so do they, will they rape my existance. Sometime sinsnap becaus eof it. And then they just hurt me.

Im hust ehatever they say i am. Which i don’t know what.

Asked my mother for help one. While she was busy stairing off at nothing and she told me she didn’t care. Next thing i m ow my btothrrs trying to mill me with an axe. And i get kick oy tog thr house again. And now im here.

I dint belong anywhere and i was just born to be fucked

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I'm so dead 🤦🏽 this older white lady im associates with (im friends wit her daughter, theyre a packaged deal unfortunately) told me last night the most racist conspiracy theory ever!!!!

okay, so basically this woman thinks that housecats were artificially created by Ancient Egyptians (cuz they were all aliens dont u know? they brought this technology from their homeworld!). she legitimately thinks that Egyptians created housecats by combining SNAKES and LIONS. she acted like i was stupid for not knowing this, when shes basing all these lies on that cats are the "only mammals" that have slitted pupils 😐 like....wtf. please hop off the fucken youtube conspiracy theory train girl.

ik she'll never see this but like heres some actually correct knowledge for ya hannah!!!!

the following mammals ALL have slitted pupils:

goats, sheep, deers, most snakes, all cats smaller than a bobcat, etc. pretty much a shittonne of herbivores, reptiles, insects, and predators that hunt close to the ground! literally hundreds of animals, the only distinction between herbivore and carnivore/omnivore slit pupils is horizontal (helps prey animals live) versus vertical (helps predators move in darkness)

WE HAVE CATS CUZ HUMANS DOMESTICATE EVERYTHING WE GET OUR HANDS ON 😭🫡

Egyptians were COLORED FOLK NOT ALIENS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. they were all just people, like we are!! they just happened to live a long time ago. now i will say, the Egyptian Empire was so long lived, and not documented super duper well (time is a bastard lol she'll have us all) that we will never 100% know what happened and/or what all technologies they had. that being said, it was period appropriate technology 😭 please get off the fucken misinformation trail.

hey bitch guess what?! being a transbian dont excuse/erase your rampant bumpkin ass midwestern ass racism. "theres no racism in Kansas! racism is like soooo different in kansas, it barely exists! oh i black family and friends who all tell/encourage me to say the n word so its okay!" BITCH IM FROM TEJAS ILL FUCK U UP IF KEEP ON WIT THAT SHIT IN MY FACE THEN ACT LIKE *IM* THE FUCKED UP FOR BEIN UPSET😒

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

YOOOOO shout-out to the art that was so baller it singlehandedly inspired me to visit Sue in the flesh!!!

Yes, that's right, ladies and gentlemen--the living, breathing human behind this account (yes, there is one, shockingly--I honestly wouldn't blame anyone for thinking I'm an abstract manifestation of Elimetri fangirling that somehow willed itself into existence) really went "well, if my fictional gay little karate boys think dinosaur is so cool, then I'm sure I will ALSO think dinosaur is so cool!!!" AND SURE ENOUGH, DINOSAUR WAS SO COOL.

Like, yes, granted, I was going to Chicago anyways, but the field museum side trip was 100% inspired by this art and this art alone, god bless!!! And tbh??? Best fuckin decision I've ever made, because NOTHING was more delightful than @baldwinboy5ive's unending glee at my museum visit livestream!!! I was grinning the whole time because of your hype, and it made my whole fucken day 💚🦖

But anyways!!!

I love how dead convinced we are that Demetri was a Dinosaur Kid™️. The diorama in of itself may not be hard and cold proof, but the fact that he could identify not even a hadrosaur, but a hadrosaur EGG??? Now THAT shit is damning! Pretty sure Yasmine only found it because it was the only egg there XD Imagine if there were other eggs in the diorama when he told her to "press the hadrosaur egg" and she's like "how the fuck am I supposed to know which one that is???" POINT BEING!!! Yeah, he knows his dinosaurs, and he WILL flex this knowledge XD Now Little Eli may have not been comfortable enough to infodump about his favorite animal to every human being within a 10 foot radius, but Little Demetri absolutely was! Much to the chagrin of their entire kindergarten class and every long-suffering adult who in fact did not want to hear the 15 theories about what stegosaurus had those plates for.

(Most of them have to do with mating displays. It's all mating displays. How does this 5-year-old child know about mating displays???)

No idea if this was intentional or not, but these lads seem to have an uncanny ability to match with/camouflage into their environment. They had blues and purples on for the aquarium, and now here, they've got brown jackets on to match Sue (kind of brownish-tan), and the kinda golden sheen of the wall matches Eli's hair!!! I like to think they're doing this on purpose, but it would also be very funny (and oddly on-brand) if they're thematically slaying entirely by accident.

Speaking of the yellow 'hawk!!! I honestly never really thought about him with this color until I saw your art. Maybe in passing, but I kinda dismissed it as looking too goofy (too...Gokucore, almost? Like we know he's an anime protagonist but how far should one really go with that XD). BUT HERE??? My god, he SLAYS :O It's got a really bright and cheerful vibe compared to a lot of his hairdos...which seems fitting, considering he seems to be in a much happier place here than he was with any of the previous 'hawks! It also kind of looks like a crown, which is great, because something something he may have been the all-valley champ, but he didn't REALLY become a winner--he didn't REALLY get the crown--until he won over the boy of his dreams!!! And homeboy probably feels like the king of the world right now 💛💛💛

Still so funny to me that Eli here bears a perfect resemblance to the recently rediscovered yellow-crested helmetshrike. You know. A shrike. The teeny tiny little songbird-sized bundle of fury and violence that spends all day screaming and killing its prey via impaling, breaking spines, and other such Extra and uncouth methods???

Noisy calls that match his bright feathers indeed!!!

This. Hmmmm. This art and the news about the yellow-crested helmetshrike may or may not have inspired a couple changes in my fanfiction that features shrikes. Find out soon 👀👀👀

ALSO!!! I love their cute matching star wars jackets 😭😭 What delightful space nerds!

They are 1000% the type of fuckers to have a wedding cake topper that's just two T-Rexes having a light saber duel. And I love that for them.

Truly @asphodel-storm was right again--it IS Eli's turn to gayze! And what a lovely gayze it is 💛💛💛 Made even better by the fact I just know it's immediately followed by Demetri turning and spouting rapid-fire t-rex facts in an excited daze XD And Eli is completely enraptured!!! Literally could not be happier the love of his life is infodumping endlessly at him ajshdcklxubx

Love to see they have their arms around each other because they are dating and in love 💗💗💗💗💗💗

Forever enamored with Demetri's cunty sekai taikai updo hairstyle. He looks like such a douchebag and then he comes up to you and talks your ear off about prehistoric lizards and such. It must be such whiplash and I'm obsessed with it. I need him drawn with this hair more, he looks so DELICIOUSLY douchey aksdhbol

And SUE, my girl Sue!!! She is a masterpiece :O Your attention to detail is honestly spectacular, like!!! It must've been a pain in the ass to get each individual bone looking quite right, but you put in the hours to do her justice and the end result SERVES. She's a beauty!!!

Some real-life Sue, because how could I not!!!

Thank you for your lovely dinosaur art, thank you for drawing our nerds so happy, and thank you for inspiring my field trip to see this very cool spooky scary skeleton 🦴 You are forever an icon!!!

I hope they had the BEST museum date and bought lots of goofy overpriced dinosaur merch in the gift shop!!!

Museum nerds for @ckreversebang

Sue