#(They are also both Certified Bastards)

[royalarchivist]

Bad: [Trying to lasso Pac for a bungee trick] Oh hey, Pac! Hey, what's going on?

Pac: Hi! Oh, I'm doing just great, how about you guys? Richarlyson told me you guys have something to show– [Gasps] Hi Chayanne! Hi Tallulah!

Bad: Pac, can you stand right here?

[Pac gets distracted by Etoiles and accidentally steps on the elevator]

Richarlyson: tio bad, dad pac is the most precious brazilian, be very careful with your doings

Bad: Oh, ok. [Proceeds to ignore Richas' warning] Hey Pac– stand over here for a second.

[sotc]

as fun as it is to talk about the sillay crow family dynamics, i'm soo interested in what this means for the crow familia going forward in a darker lens.

im mostly speaking from the perspective of a rook de riva who romanced lucanis btw <3

illario brought the axe down on his own head after failing to take first talon. he's imprisoned except to play house whenever caterina wants to see him around for family dinners before tensions inevitably shove him back into the cage he's been left to like some house pet lmfao. it's actually kinda fucked up and as a certified sicko i love it. especially considering the casualness in which lucanis describes all of this. crows gotta be a little unhinged<3

But!!! while lucanis was right that illario's reputation is ruined forever as a traitor crow beaten to his knees before every house that doesn't exactly free house dellamorte either. Talon houses will want their pound of flesh of illario for nearly trying to put antiva under venatori control. and yet lucanis refused. house dellamorte showed mercy. they are breaking the rules, making exceptions. this is not how the crows operate and there should--WILL be retaliations for it. illario left this house bleeding in his attempt to claim first talon and their blood is in the water now with house dellamorte having a sole heir who blatantly exposed a weakness and seemingly has no lineage to take after him.

and nevermind that we know murmurs amongst the crows will linger about a first talon being an abomination. i know lucanis kind of handwaves it off as at the coffee date like 'there could be worst first talons' but baby boy, you have avoidance and denial issues this WILL become worse of a problem the longer it goes on. <3

more under the cut bc i didn't realize this was getting so long lol

but in comes fifth talon viago de riva. a bastard to the king of antiva who wants to strengthen the crown. a man who has been ruthlessly exacting and meticulous to get where he is now. and the scariest part is that he has ambition, always has, and knows he has more power than the king himself to make plays if he needs to. this makes for a dangerous (and sexy) combination. in comes his protege rook. casting silly family dynamics aside, viago knows this union between house dellamorte and de riva is extremely beneficial for both houses but also very dangerous. even he knows his ties to teia show a weakness in him that other crows may seek to exploit. and while i do think he may be sincere about wanting rook to find their happiness with lucanis as he has with teia - i truly think he will not shy from showing the importance of a 'political alliance/union' especially with first talon house dellamorte struggling from the blow after all is said and done.

and of course, by extension to de riva, house cantori and the beautiful lovely miss teia, will be extending her support to strengthen their houses but also herself from any opposition. as much as i love that she's kind of the heart that brings this fucked up lil familia together, i know she is just as cunning and clever to recognize what this alliance does for her too.

and caterina.. well, without going into a whole thought piece on her, she has built her (and her grandson's reputation) entirely to instill fear in others, even command enough respect to know she's the one running things while lucanis is just a stand-in as first talon. but what happens when caterina is gone? another dellamorte dead just like all the others. all lucanis has left is himself and his traitor brother. how does he handle illario? how does he fair being a leader to the crows when he didn't want any of this in the first place and no longer has caterina to guide him? how does he wish to pursue carrying the dellamorte legacy (if at all)? does he seek a protege of his own to take on after him? i can't remember who says it (viago or lucanis) but there's a line about how saving thedas will make their houses immortal (hot and very sexy) but also how far can that reputation protect house dellamorte, really?

i don't really have a point to all of this, this is all just stuff im simply chewing on and letting out into the ether because the ripple effect of repercussions with what illario did and what lucanis now has to deal with fascinates me SO MUCH.

[ms-demeanor]

You have mentioned that osteopaths (DOs) are not just medical woo and are roughly equivalent to MDs. I was looking into it more and finding that myofascial release and osteopathic manual manipulation seem to be verified about as well as chiropracty. As these seem to be the main differing abilities of DOs from MDs, would you explain your reasoning on trusting DOs?

I see one as part of my regular hEDS medical care for realigning and unsticking joints as well as craniosacral therapy. My perception is that it’s helpful when I’m in pain and often I can tell that something was misaligned and has been realigned, but I recognize that I see significantly more improvement when I’m regular about my PT, which is significantly more supported by medical literature.

It's not that they're roughly equivalent to MDs, it's that in terms of licensing, training, certification, scope of practice, and education they are *exactly* equivalent to MDs but they sprinkled some woo on top.

At some point, some people practicing osteopathy decided that they wanted to be real doctors, so they organized and lobbied and, very importantly, *went to medical school about it.* (As long as they went to medical school about it - make sure you're seeing a DO, not an "osteopath" - one is a legally protected term that grants the right to practice medicine and the other is not)

Completing a degree in Osteopathic Medicine requires first completing a bachelor's degree with specific requirements for biological sciences - the same course work and degree you'd do before applying to a medical school, basically. Then you get the four-year DO degree, then a one-year internship, then a residency of anywhere from three to eight years. In order to practice medicine, they have to pass the same medical board examines and have the same training qualifications as an MD. In the US, MD and DO are equivalent degrees, though DOs take extra time to study osteopathy (which is, yes, pseudoscientific nonsense).

DO programs have more of a focus on holistic one-on-one patient centered care than a lot of MD programs; DOs train and focus more on becoming primary care physicians and are less likely to become specialist surgeons (though there are DOs who are licensed to practice surgery!), but a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine is a fully qualified doctor. They have done all the same things that an MD has done - including 10,000+ hours of clinical training as part of a residency. They just ALSO do a couple hundred hours of the osteopathy stuff. There are DOs who are obstetricians, ER doctors, surgeons, endocrinologists - a DO is a full-on doctor. One of the doctors Large Bastard was treated by in the hospital in December was a DO. I cannot emphasize that enough, they are legally certified and educationally qualified to practice medicine throughout the united states.

Compare this to chiropractors, who also want to be seen as doctors, who do not need a bachelor's degree before attending a chiropractic college, whose chiropractic education is 3-4 years, and whose requirements to practice include about 4200 hours of clinical training. (Chiropractors, it should be noted, are very specifically not allowed to practice "medicine, surgery, osteopathy, dentistry or optometry" and may not provide "any drug or medicine" to patients; eat shit chiropractors)

However, you're correct, and both chiropractic and osteopathy are unsupported by good evidence.

I think the osteopathic stuff that osteopaths do is kind of a weird quirk that is tolerated by the medical establishment because it's unlikely to do harm and it doesn't prevent people from seeking actual medical care (because the DOs providing it should be providing medical care beyond osteopathy).

And even though the osteopathy itself is nonsense, a lot of people with chronic illnesses find better success being treated by a DO as their PCP because DOs - probably at least partially because they are trained in nonsense - are less dismissive of patients presenting with unusual or difficult-to-believe symptoms. DOs are less likely to ignore patients who come in with a stack of research from the internet and a journal of symptoms who are saying "I think I may have XYZ uncommon condition and I need treatment."

Personally I wish the osteopathy was cut out of it and there was just a branch of medicine that trained to listen to patients better than MDs do, but given that osteopathy isn't likely to cause significant harm either directly (WAY less risk of bad outcomes from gentle pressing and moving of the body than from rapid twisting and pulling of the upper spine) or indirectly (DOs can order tests, DOs can prescribe medication, DOs can refer to specialists, DOs get the same kind of comprehensive diagnostic education that MDs do) I don't have that much of a grudge against it. I see it more in the vein of "drinking peppermint tea probably doesn't actually do anything for nausea but hot drinks with honey in them feel good" area of pseudoscience than in the "chiropractor treating someone's cancer with apricot pits" area of pseudoscience. Except that they then also do real science.

It's a weird field, I'm not gonna lie! It feels very much like if you were talking to an orthopedic surgeon who was very much an orthopedic surgeon and then they sat you down for five minutes of a sound bath before your procedure. Doesn't make sense to me really, but the standards of practice that they have ("use actual evidence-based practice in addition to the osteopathy") cancel out the "okay but osteopathic manipulation is fake" of it all.

They kind of drive me crazy, and for a huge group of patients they're probably the best kind of provider. Hell, a DO might be the best kind of provider for *me* if I didn't have the most wonderful PA in the world as my PCP.

[swordgrace]

“𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞” — 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.

┊ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: originally apart of part 2 of “what honor demands” before I turned it into the beach scene & whatnot. I honestly wish I kept this version in instead in hindsight.

read part 2 of “what honor demands” here.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.1K.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut lite (mdni), fingering (fem!rec), praise kink, hair-pulling, outdoor sex, body worship, oral sex (fem!rec), grinding, dry humping, making out, breast play, lots of sweet antics, jacaerys is a certified munch, soft smut.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aaaand we’re back !! also if this feels weird/out of place, it’s because it is — it’s a “deleted scene” so to speak and was supposed to segway into something else before I scrapped it! I honestly love it though & I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

IN THE OVERGROWN LABYRINTH OF AEGON’S GARDEN, YOU INTWINE YOURSELF IN JACAERYS’S AFFECTION, LIKE THAT OF BLOOMING IVY BLANKETING PILLARS OF STONE.

The scenery was something from a fairytale, cranberry meadows and wildflower patches illuminated by both moonlight and the dancing glow of fire. Balerion’s stony, ruby eyes gazed down upon the both of you, the blood of Old Valyria standing before him.

“I would never leave this garden, if I could,” You sighed, interlacing your fingers with Jace’s own. He kept your hand close to him, thumb brushing along the ridges of your knuckles. “This means a great deal to me. Thank you for bringing me here, Jacaerys.”

A tranquil veil blanketed your surroundings, inky dusk glittering with thousands of stars above. Moonlight touched your tresses, its breath of silver bathing you in an ethereal glow.

A chasm of silence drifted between you both, the wordless void more comfortable instead of awkward or terse. Many feet away, Vermax had reclined into the earth, the dragon’s slumbering shape rising over the peak of the tall, swaying grass.

Dusky curls were roused by the whispering gale, slithering about through the gardens. It was a primeval labyrinth of overgrown foliage, the earth draped in a layer of soft meadow grass and petrichor.

“Perhaps we needn’t leave,” Jacaerys crooned, fingertips ghosting over the delicate slope of your jaw, a crackle of heat simmering between you. “We could remain here — stay a thousand years.” In his candor, he exposed the folly of youth, the boyish fantasies of relinquishing his duties.

No longer would the whispers of his bastard blood plague his steps, loom like some grievous shadow above his birthright — and he would be free to do as he pleased. Jacaerys envisioned an existence without the crushing responsibility of nobility, and for a moment, he could taste liberation.

Impervious to Jacaerys’s stirring inner turmoil, even you could glimpse the flicker of desperation, this forlorn glint that revealed a deeper melancholy. As Jacaerys ascended into manhood, the reality of his being had become weighty, like iron manacles.

It was naive to believe that your shared life with Jacaerys would be full of whimsy and joyousness, when this world was already so cruel and unforgiving. You intended to navigate the tenuous political climate with him at your side — and that was all you truly needed.

Through a threadbare smile, you reached for the velvet of his doublet, brows knitting together as you considered his words. “How do you propose we survive? Live from the berries here, sleep beneath Vermax’s wings?” Your whisper placated his worries.

A huff of laughter escaped him, followed by an amiable smile, digits twined together with your own as he lifted your knuckles to his lips. “We would endure, you and I,” Jacaerys uttered, gaze resolute with confidence before he drew you closer. “It sounds like a pleasant life.”

“It does,” But it was not reality, and he knew this just as well as you did. “Perhaps in another lifetime.” With a gentle cadence, you peered toward the skies, examining the numerous constellations, and you did not yet feel the sting of exhaustion.

“In another lifetime.” Jacaerys’s lament did not sour the moment, and instead, his lips began to curl with a glint of playfulness. “In another lifetime, I hope that this remains the same.” He uttered, speaking in regards to your flourishing union.

“If fate wills it, I hope so, too,” Unable to mask the ebullience of your grin, a sweet giggle bubbled from your parted lips as Jacaerys began to escort you away from Balerion’s obelisk, and into the untamed meadow of Aegon’s Garden. “Where are we going?”

As he urged you to trail after him, he waded out into the sea of thickets and wildflowers, unceremoniously depositing a spacious bedroll onto the ground. It was a picturesque evening for stargazing, and the weather was amiable.

Perplexed, you watched as Jacaerys unclasped his cloak, the swath of rich velvet draped over the bedroll, and he lowered himself to the plush surface. “Come,” He canted his head to one side, chin jutting in the direction of the heavens above. “It is a perfect night for it.”

Gleaming celestials above provided an enchanting backdrop to the Garden, stars kissing the dark line of trees that surrounded you. Gathering your skirts, you lowered yourself to Jacaerys’s flank, casting your eyes towards the skies.

Serenity enveloped you, the ambient hush of nature providing a background hum as you laid down, sprawling out across the bedroll. You tucked an arm beneath your head, gaze momentarily flickering toward your companion.

Regal was a mere understatement — he embodied the posture of a prince, demeanor endlessly charming, as if it oozed from him naturally. A generous smattering of freckles blanketed his visage, most prominent along the bridge of his nose.

“We were made to study the stars, when I was young,” Dissolving the silence with a lament, your lips twitched into a fond smile. “Constellations are the constant companion of a good sailor.” A soft exhale escaped you, then.

Jacaerys laughed — an ebullient, jovial sound that warmed your insides. “You would make a good Velaryon,” He mused, leaning back upon his elbows, dark hues searching the empyrean. “Do you have a favorite?”

“The Moonmaid,” A hum vibrated from your lips, stare bright with the reflection of the heavens. “The free folk say that if one glimpses the red wanderer within the Moonmaid’s pattern, it is a good time for a man to steal a woman.”

It was your giggle that vexed him so, like the pealing of bells that graced his ears. The Prince’s brow quirked, likely born of playful apprehension. “How does a Celtigar lady come to know of Wildling superstitions?”

With a roll of your eyes, you craned your head, softening gaze glowering upon him, visage one of amusement. “Wildling superstitions,” Your cadence adopted his own, digits idly twirling within your hair. “I read often — plenty of nursemaids to regale me with stories, my Prince.”

A bout of congenial laughter permeated the night’s temperate breeze, as Jacaerys searched for your red wanderer. It was bemusing to watch him survey the skies, dark brows furrowing together before he shook his head.

“I do not see this red wanderer,” A peculiar inkling of suaveness crept into his tone, as smooth as poured honey. “Perhaps you’ve been fed too many of these free folk tales.” His tone became teasing, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Perhaps the Prince needs a better look,” With a mischievous counterpoint, you reached for his wrist, moving his hand until it hovered above a minuscule dot in the atmosphere, its glow a gentle shade of crimson. It was nestled amongst the stars, cradled in the hands of gods. “There.”

There it was, socketed within the Moonmaid’s center — the red wanderer, its gentle glow a faint contrast to that of the stars.

Jacaerys withheld the urge to grin, reveling in the sensation of your silken fingertips cradling his wrist, directing his line-of-sight toward the constellation. “Would the Wildlings agree that this is an opportune time for me to steal you away?”

His flirtatious remark was steeped in a warm lightheartedness, the spark of gallantry reaching his eyes, burrowing itself into your very bones. A familiar heat permeated your features, crawling along your spine like a raging fever.

Words turned to ash upon your tongue, countenance dissipating from playfulness to something tender, your gaze unable to tear itself away from him. He was smiling — pearlescent, debonair, that of a young man whose adoration was thinly-veiled.

“Perhaps,” A hitch formed within the depths of your throat as he grew closer, breath feathering over your brow, earthen hues appreciating your splendor. “If his Grace asks politely, that is.” The corner of your mouth pulled into a smile.

His handsome, gentle features and gallant disposition, the kindness that touched his eyes — he was nothing short of perfection. You envied the woman that would become his Queen; they would have only the best — Jacaerys deserved nothing less.

Careworn digits tenderly caressed along your hairline, where tresses kissed flesh, before sluggishly finding the slope of your jaw. “May I?” Jacaerys uttered, the husky inflection within his voice turning your stomach to molten liquid.

With a mere nod, you waited with bated breath, welcoming the curve of his mouth with a subdued glee. Hovering above you, you felt the brief brush of dusky curls tickling your cheeks, inviting his kiss with an excitable exhale.

It began as a crawl of a kiss — slower, intended to savor, rapture interwoven into each stroke of his lips. It was you who reciprocated with a growing fervor, one hand reaching toward the collar of his tunic, fingertips meeting a sea of velvet.

A salt-tinged breeze wafted through the surrounding grove of pine, rustling the small woodland with it. In the throes of midsummer, it was endlessly warm, and you welcomed it with such relaxation.

Jacaerys felt a tightening within his throat, canting his head to one side, deepening the kiss with a trembling exhale. Anticipation and exhilaration flooded through him, stirred to arousal when your digits wandered toward the nape of his neck.

A feather-light touch lingered against your cheek, the pad of his thumb absorbing the velvety warmth of your skin. You felt him move closer, torso partially grazing your own, one palm moving to rest beside your head.

Between ambrosial kisses, he met your doe-eyed gaze, teetering upon the knife’s edge of desire. Surrounded by the eclipse of wilderness, thickets of dragon’s breath and night orchid, your heart echoed his name, an amorous lament.

“Everything you do drives me to madness.” Jacaerys mumbled, his confession blistering through your ribs, evoking a wave of yearning from you. Elation rushed through him like the swell of a tempestuous tide, crushing him with such weight.

“Jacaerys …” A threadbare utterance, carrying with it a thinly-veiled affection intermingled with ardor. Reaching forth, your fingertips drifted across his visage, sculpted by merciful gods. You found his freckles, mapping them as you would a constellation.

His throat bobbed in a valiant attempt to bottle his brief bout of nerves, digits stroking along your cheek, reaching toward your tresses. “I ache to see you and be near you,” It was as if your heart had swelled tenfold within your breast. “And even that is not enough.”

There was a weight to his confession that stole every shred of air from your lungs until you were left with nothing but a burning. An audible hitch formed within your chest, nerves set ablaze. A fire smoldered within your belly, one that demanded to be extinguished.

“Then you mustn't stray too far.” Beseeching your paramour to stay by your side, Jacaerys obeyed, forehead brushing against yours. It became increasingly difficult to withhold whatever desire you felt, letting it sear your veins like a raging fire.

Wordlessly, Jacaerys’s mouth ghosted above yours, inviting as ever. His lips were flushed, a delicate shade of rose that enticed you thrice over, just as they did now — and you met him halfway.

Gallant were his ministrations, treating you with the utmost consideration, a tender hand that you ached for. One palm snuck from the collar of his doublet to his chest, nails coursing over velvet until you reached his abdomen, listening to the hitch in his exhale.

Your lips tormented him in the most perfect way imaginable, silently pleading for more without needing to command him. Jacaerys’s mouth moved in a blissful tandem with yours, passion festering as seconds stretched into an eternity.

A faint moan coagulated within the pit of your throat, threatening to burst forth when his hand cupped beneath your jaw. Following a gentle caress, his digits continued; lower, lower until he found the silken laces of your gown.

A simpering gasp ripped through your diaphragm, bringing with it a wave of want. It was as if your entire being was tethered to him in — two souls, once adrift — now, two bodies joined as one.

“We do not have to.” Jacaerys assured, prying himself from the saccharine curve of your mouth, features permeated with scarlet. Every fiber of his being screamed for you in a way that transcended mere want.

Whatever fire he had stoked within you, it was smoldering, its heat so intense that it threatened to scorch you, too.

Without a whisper, your hand found his own, still hovering around the threads that held your gown aloft. Prompting him to tug, you watched his throat tense from the simple gesture, lips colliding again with a passion that dwarfed that of any previous entanglement.

A shudder cascaded down his spine, heart searing with an arduous want, gingerly unraveling you from the confines of your garments. He adjusted his position, climbing to find his purchase between your legs, hand drifting along your supple thigh.

“I want to,” A breathy sigh slipped past your parted lips, whispered between ecstatic breaths as Jacaerys kissed you once more. Your taste swarmed his tongue, that of sweetness and a gentle temptation. “Please.”

Resistance seemed nonexistent, resolve beginning to fracture before your very eyes as his hand glided along the length of your body. Peeling aside gossamer fabric and thin remnants of silk, he unraveled you, rapturously absorbing the intimate details of your physique.

Gooseflesh raked along your spine, a peculiar thrill stinging your stomach, heat beginning to coalesce as you urged him closer. Exploratory fingers make their way to the row of clasps that hold his tunic aloft, undone just as he disrobed you.

Untarnished flesh glistens in the moonlight, your frame exposed to him, gowns parting down the center as you coax him into a kiss. Passion flourishes like untamed ivy, able to feel his hand caress you wherever possible.

A weightlessness seeped into your posture, comfort unfurling from within, coupled with that of a mounting want. Dishonor did not feel sinful within his embrace, and you felt invincible — like obsidian, to be molded from his incessant flame.

Bodies continue to glide together, friction crackling where space becomes increasingly nonexistent. Flesh meets flesh, a seamless mold that prompts you to shiver, mouth a roaring flame as you continue your barrage of kisses.

Jacaerys groans; a low, sonorous sound that bleeds into your lips, lost within the chasm of your maw. It is your tongue that brazenly teeters along his lower lip, silently tempting him to mend the bridge — and he does, without faltering.

A ceaseless avidity unfurls from within your hearts, an exchange of adoration through physicality. He shudders at the sensation of your fingers raking through his curls, teasing and tugging wherever you please.

The mere tilt of your hips rouses a fire within his loins, the constant entanglement of enthused bodies only furthering the flame. Jacaerys hands worship your flesh, each caress whispering with devotion, with an endless craving.

A cacophony of nature’s hum teems around you, silvery tendrils of the moon’s glow enveloping the both of you. Its ghostly shade turns you into something ethereal, as if you weren’t beautiful enough in the eyes of your Prince.

Jacaerys steels himself, a tremor of an inhale blistering through his diaphragm. Exhilaration floods him in one blinding rush, excitement soon to follow as it dawns on him — love.

The executioner of duty, the bane of all sensibilities; he knew then that he could not part from you, and this ceased to be an amorous fling. Earthy-brown hues cast themselves to your visage, bewitched by the tender expression that paints your features.

He allows his lips to pepper themselves over the curve of your jaw, descending toward your collar, somewhat exposed by the sag of your dress. Your flesh tastes of summertime — a saccharine warmth that entices him so, dragging him further into your heart.

The celestial penumbra that hangs above you is picturesque — Jacaerys can see starlight pooling from your gaze, as if you were some goddess. His lips worship you further, come to spill confessions along the plane of your body.

Affectionate touches are lavished against his curls as your digits peruse through his tresses, sending shockwaves of delight throughout his abdomen. With his doublet undone, unceremoniously pooling into the grass, your delicate stare traces over countless freckles.

His movements are smooth, a regal posterity about him even as he levies kisses to your sternum. Eager, pouty lips find the peak of your breast, pebbling beneath the dusky gale, suckling gentle and feather-light.

A gasp inhabits your throat, sputtering out into the starry night as you tug at his curls, body responding instantaneously. Jacaerys’s hot breath blankets your flesh, digits shifting to cup your breast, careworn pads kneading into pliant skin.

A mere caress of your breast is enough to drive you mad, nipples pert and aching, screaming for his touch; the very air he breathes is one that invades your lungs. There is a subdued carnality to him that begins to bleed through, like ink spilled onto parchment.

“Jacaerys,” Wrought with mounting desire, you yearn for more, mouth parting as a myriad of whines escape you. His enthusiasm is palpable, able to be savored as he caresses you, teasing your breasts. “Gods, please.”

“You are devastating,” Jacaerys sighed into the valley of your breasts, the bridge of his nose ghosting over your velveteen flesh. He worries that you might slip through his fingertips, as if you are nothing more than a mere spectre, a figment of fantasy. “Divine.”

Praises murmured into your heart sink into your bones, and you are left with the agonizing wake of desire. The hand that once toyed with your breast snakes down, seeking the honeyed apex between your thighs.

A jolt of pleasure stabs at the juncture between your legs, bleeding with heat as your hips roll into the pressure of his hand. “Do not torment me.” With a whine, your digits find his abdomen, nails raking across his lean musculature.

“I wouldn’t dare, my Lady.” His utterance bathes your flesh in warmth, plump lips continuing to decorate your sternum in reverent kisses. Your hips keen forward again, daring to cause a ripple of friction between your bodies.

Eager fingers slip against the seam of your cunt, gingerly dragging across your petals until they push inward. A shudder rolls down your spine, ripping wisps of air from your lungs as one of your hands caresses across his crown of curls.

Sighs of wanton passion drifted from you in droves, legs parted as he pressed his thumb to the pearl of your cunt. It was easy to evoke a reaction from you, the constant writhing, gasps and whines, the look of complete and utter bliss.

With exploratory strokes of his fingers, gooseflesh prickles your skin, a wispy breeze dancing across the wheatgrass that sways around you. His mouth is a relentless thing, driven by desire as he draws kisses against your stomach.

Lower still, his nose ghosts along your hips, earthen hues glittering with devotion, a beguiled smile that tugs at your heartstrings. “I have yearned to taste you again.” A breathy confession fell upon your thigh as Jacaerys kissed you there.

Inhaling a gust of your saccharine scent, Jacaerys kissed his way to the gathering slick between your thighs, palms smoothing themselves against your legs. Within his touch lies ardor, the very essence of devotion, spoken through a lingering embrace.

Molten heat coalesced against your nethers at his amorous remark, arousal slick and warm. With a hitch of your breath, you watched, enraptured; that familiar dusky mane descended to your cunt, lips flush against your inner thigh.

Freckled shoulders bullied their way between, garnering enough space for his appetite to be properly sated. His tongue raked embers across your cunt, which clenched around the phantom sensation of him.

It is fever you feel, a heat so blisteringly strong that it threatens to consume you still, licking across your flesh, only sated by your paramour. Jacaerys is disarmingly gentle in all things, the tender heart of a warrior-prince, whose kisses leave imprints upon your heart.

The tip of his nose brushes along your petals, tongue splitting deeper still, until he sluggishly laps at your core. Your taste permeates his mouth, bittersweet ambrosia that draws him into some lovestruck haze.

A myriad of moans shake your chest, fluttering through your diaphragm and into the open air. The ministrations of his tongue are divine, as if this skill is something he’s practiced for some time.

The coil of taut heat within your stomach seems to tighten as Jacaerys greedily laps at your cunt, like that of a man starved. A sharp groan blossoms throughout his sternum as you incessantly tug upon his curls, urging him closer.

A tremor gripped your thighs, twitching around his head as your hips lurched forward. The friction that simmers between you both is enough to keep him wanting, grinding against the bedroll in an attempt to relieve his own arousal.

It is then that he seeks the pearl of your cunt, pressing a string of wanton kisses to the sensitive clutch of nerves. A shiver of delight grips your spine, throat erupting with a moan as your back begins to arch.

“Jacaerys,” A whine escapes you, his name tumbling from your mouth as if it were a desperate prayer, uttered within the walls of the sept. A slithering breeze brushes over your naked flesh, form writhing atop the bedroll. “Please!”

His name rolls from your tongue with such reverence, enough to bring him to heel. Another broad stroke of his tongue laps across your cunt, gathering with it a slew of your nectar.

Knuckles turn taut as one palm haplessly fists the bedroll, the other caressing into your Prince’s curls, coaxing him further. With a twist of his mouth, he moves to the pearl of your cunt once more, pliant maw wrapping around it, stimulating you with his suckling.

Slurred cries of ecstasy slip past your lips, back arched, keening into any sliver of friction he offers. The dusk is vibrant — a celestial canvas hanging overhead, the scent of wildflowers and petrichor soothing your senses.

There is a primal messiness to his devourance, chin steeped in your arousal, mouth latched to your cunt as he evokes torrents of bliss from you. A rush of white-hot delight sears your bones, blanketing you in a wave of pleasure, stomach swirling with a violent heat.

A babble of neediness spills from your tongue, akin to some melody that Jacaerys commits to memory. Flush and feverish, you feel the onslaught of your climax, a fire lapping at the shoreline as you writhe beneath him.

Desirous moans and wanton whimpers serve as his own ecstasy, as his hips stutter into the uneven leather of the bedroll. With your thighs clenched around him, he dutifully laps at the remnants of your peak, drunk upon the sight of you.

With a shaky exhale, Jacaerys’s lips danced their way across your body, until finding the hollow of your throat, cementing your union with a lingering kiss. A smile toyed at the corners of your mouth, hands finding his biceps.

“You must tell me when the red wanderer is upon us again.” A teasing sigh fluttered beside your ear, wisps of pitch-dark curls tickling your cheek. Jacaerys settled beside you, body attached to yours, heart to heart.

Allowing yourself to beam, your fingertips trailed over the rosy dusting of his chest, inching toward the column of his throat. Hands remained pledged to one another, caresses unabated and tender.

“You were superstitious,” A playful remark of your own set his features ablaze, your lips gently peppering themselves along his shoulder, one kiss for every freckle — and there were many. “Not anymore, it seems.”

“You changed my mind on the matter,” Jacaerys uttered, digits cupping your chin, thumb drawing circles into your jaw. “Any more Wildling tales you have for me this eve?” His lips titled into a smirk of amusement.

“I am certain that I can think of one to entertain you.” A peculiar light crept into your gaze; a love overgrown, a love that was not subtle in the slightest. It was then that your mouth sought his own, and he was aching; heart placed within the palm of your hand.

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The Second Blood Son - the affair of Mrs. Drake

It is no secret that Gotham’s resident celebrity billionaire, Bruce Wayne (see related articles), has a habit of collecting children like how most other celebrities collect cars, and it is also no secret that Mr. Wayne is a rather promiscuous individual, or at least was in his younger years.

Mr. Wayne has been suspected of being in many relationships with members of Gotham, Star City, Metropolis, one-percent, as well as prominent social figures such as Clark Kent (see related articles), Lois Lane (see related articles), and Lucifer Morningstar (see related articles), and even the occasional vigilante (see related posts).

Despite all this he is only reported to have one biological child. His youngest son, Damian Wayne-Al-Ghul (see related articles), who he gained custody of only a few years back after a seemingly non-existent legal battle with the boy’s mother, Talia Al-Ghul (see related articles).

Mr. Wayne-Al-Ghul seems to be proud of this fact, often joking with his siblings about being the only ‘blood son’ of Mr. Wayne, and therefore the actual heir to Wayne Enterprises instead of his brother, Timothy ‘Tim’ Drake-Wayne (see related articles).

This, of course, is all in good fun, but what if we told you that the youngest Wayne child was, in fact, wrong? That Damian Wayne-Al-Ghul isn’t the sole blood-child of our resident billionaire-himbo?

Earlier today we received an anonymous tip on the subject. The commenter claimed to have been house staff of the Drake family (see related articles) prior to the untimely accident that left Mr. Drake-Wayne an orphan. They claimed that many a time Mr. Drake would make passive-agressive comments towards his wife and son regarding the boy’s parentage.

According to the commenter, Mr. and Ms. Drake were rarely intimate and the pair had a long streak of infidelity (see related articles), Ms. Drake’s alleged cheating starting just shy of a year prior to the birth of their son.

The commenter also includes audio recordings of an argument overheard while they worked at the Drake’s home over both Mr. Drake’s alleged involvement with other women and his refusal to admit to his alleged infertility.

If these claims are to be believed it is almost certain Tim Drake-Wayne is a bastard child, the only question is to whom? There has been prior speculation over Mr. Drake-Wayne’s parentage given that his parents detest for one another was not particularly discreet (see related articles) as well as the fact that he bears a striking resemblance to his adoptive father, Bruce Wayne.

We at Gotham Reports are readily inclined to believe this theory, given the aforementioned similarities, and the fact that Mr. Wayne took in Mr. Drake-Wayne almost immediately after the tragedy. This leads to some rather interesting discussion about whether or not Mr. Drake-Wayne and Mr. Wayne are aware of their alleged blood relation, as well as if it would change anything in the dynamic of the Wayne children (see related articles).

Of course this is all alleged, and given that there has been no move to have Mr. Drake’s genetic parentage tested we may never have a complete answer. Regardless, we believe it is worth noting in any further discussions on the dynamics of the extended Wayne family.

Let us know your thoughts on the topic (here)

Gotham Reports is certified in unbiased, fair, and reliable reporting

See the post that inspired this article (here)

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More Call Of Duty and how they’re in bed Brainrot🤩

Alejandro Vargas: he in my mind is wholeheartedly a passionate and sweet lover, maybe because he’s a sweet talker and flirty? Dunno. But, he definitely goes nice and slow, it will have you gasping and shaking from how deep he is. He’s another man that’s been around for a while and definitely knows the body very well and is very observant so he knows where to touch, kiss, and caress that will leave you clenching around him. He has a papi/daddy kink?? Something about being in charge- whether is be in the field or in the bedroom, it makes him feel so good. This colonel is also very jealous and possessive, no one is allowed to see those faces, or hear those nosies, or see that beautiful body for yours- that’s his. Alejandro is also comfortable in his masculinity and skin that if you ever wanted to be in charge, he will allow you to but, he will take charge once you’re tired.

Kate Laswell: She seems like a switch to me, someone that is willing to switch between submissive and dominant but very dominant leaning. She will be a very sweet lover in bed but don’t let that fool you, she deals with dumbasses on a daily basis from Shepherd to the stubborn Price, she is very pent up and needs to let it out at some point. Has a mommy kink and will only be called it, if submissive that night she will call you baby and that’s it. But, she’s an expert with her hands and will be more than happy to spend her time fucking your holes or giving a handjob, she’s not picky, just spread those pretty legs and let mommy get to work, okay?

Phillip Graves: A hard dom all the way. He is rough and hard when he fucks, he’s cocky and smug so, of course he is going to fuck you like the little plaything you are. That doesn’t mean he’s mean all the time, he does have his soft moments and will touch you like you’re the most fragile creature on earth and kiss you until you’re breathless. But, he’s not going to let you think you can get away with your bratty behavior so think again. A certified brat tamer and daddy kink lover and he will make sure you remember who’s in charge. He will give you safe words and aftercare- don’t worry but he will make sure that pretty dumb head of yours is dumber by the end of the night :). Oh, he also loves the free use card and will be sure to use it once given the green light! All you need to do is be a good girl/boy and keep those holes nice and ready for him, rub that little clit or put in that buttplug- with daddy’s permission of course. What daddy wants, he will most definitely get- he is daddy after all and all you need to do, is be a good and dumb little thing for him :).

Nikolai: Nikolai is a crazy bastard- you have no clue what he is about to do and he thrives off that! He is a gentle and slow man but he is also rough and ruthless, he’s a mercenary after all, so he is definitely going to go at it without mercy. There isn’t much that turns him on more than domestic things like you cooking, cleaning, and just tending to him because you want to. He finds the fact you want to be with him and do such domestic things for or with him so sexy because he doesn’t have many people that care about him so it’s nice. But, he is a nasty man, one that will fuck you in the garage at the base and make you keep quiet with your pretty face buried in seat of a chair. You will be quiet, right? You don’t want the whole squad to hear how much of a pervert you are, do you?

Alex Keller: He is a rough man in the bedroom, not afraid to leave marks and make your cry because he loves how pretty you look with tears streaming down your face. To him, it makes you look prettier. But, don’t worry about anything, he will always treat any bruise, cut, and rug burn. He wants his baby to be healthy at all times, just a little roughed up but not too much. He is very adventurous and experimental so he is always up to try new positions and new kinks, he wants it to be a fun experience for you both. Nothing is off the table if you want to try it because he is a strong believer that if both parties aren’t satisfied, then it’s not over and will make sure you’re both happy. Exhibition is one of his personal favorites, the thought is doing something so dirty and deprived in an open space where anyone could see you two is just so hot to him, he gets so excited when he gets the chance.

König: he in my eyes is a switch- now hear me out! He was bullied most of his life and had some challenges in the beginning of his career in the military due to his social anxiety and his massive height so he is always wanting to be pampered by the right person. He isn’t the type to really do flings or hook ups so he doesn’t have much experience in the bedroom and had a massive cock but no idea how to really use it :(. But, once he’s comfortable with you and truly loves you, he will submit and allow you to baby him but he will be more than ready to dominate you. Because he needs to prove himself- not to just to you but to him that he’s able to do this. He is a big giver than a receiver because seeing you in a blissful state makes him feel so good, he can come untouched just seeing your pretty face. He will be scared to be pegged or ride a dildo so you’ll have to coax him through it and praise him for being such a good boy :( .

Farah Karim: I believe she doesn’t care who’s in charge because to her, both parties are feeling good in the end. But, she will end up being more dominant because she just gets driven to make sure you’re getting your fill and won’t stop until you’re squirting all over her! The best with a strapon and you can argue with the wall if you disagree! She knows how to use it as if it was part of her, fucking that sopping hole of yours and having you mewling out her name like a good girl/boy does for her. She doesn’t really care for titles but being called by her rank, Commander, in bed, she will go crazy. Something about being given the power and control like a commander in the bedroom makes her feel so powerful and she just wants to demonstrate it for you. Is big on receiving so you will find yourself many times on your knees between her beautiful thighs and eating her out, her taste will become your favorite in the end and you will crave it. After all, a good subordinate craves the attention from their commander, right?

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra: His love language is biting- no, I will not elaborate :). He loves to bite you and he bites hard, so you will have many bite marks all over you and will have to treat them afterwards. The cute and quiet ones are the ones you have to worry about, he isn’t as nice as he seems. He is a dom all the way in my eyes, he loves the idea of being the one in control and having you all spread out for him and fuck you until you’re drooling. He loves being the one to make you cum over and over until you’re shaking and crying, he just has to make sure you’re feeling good! He is in between being gentle and rough. He doesn’t mean to be rough, he promises but he can’t help it, you just sound so cute when he’s bullying his thick cock into your hole :(. You understand, right? He wants to treat you nicely and show you how much he loves you, with praises and kisses but they always turn into dirty whispering about how slutty you are and bites that make you bleed.

Kim ‘Horangi’ Hongjin: he’s a bully in the sheets, mean and cruel once he gets you in the bed. He’s a mean dom that will make fun of you for crying from how overstimulated you are and will just tell you that you can take it. After all, if you couldn’t, your hole wouldn’t be swallowing him so easily. He is definitely a brat tamer and loves to ‘break you’ because you’re just so cute when you’re drooling and taking him so nicely after being such a brat. Nothing drives him crazier than lingerie, he loves seeing you dressed all pretty in silk or lace, your pretty body all dressed like a present for him to tear them off and use your holes :). But, don’t worry, he will be nice if needed because he does love you and want you to know that he cherish you so he will treat you nice and fuck you nice and slow when needed while he tells you how beautiful you are and how he needs you in his life because he lost a lot and feels lonely at times so having you with him makes him feel better.

Sebastian Josef Krueger: Krueger is another cruel and mean bastard that loves to degrade and bully you in bed, he cannot help it. You’re just so sweet and pretty, it’s like you’re begging to be roughed up by your boyfriend. He will be nice to you in the beginning, he will kiss you from head to toe while telling you just how beautiful you are before he throws your legs over his shoulders and rut into you like a dog in heat. Of course, he will make you feel better, just open your pretty little mouth and let him put his fingers in there, okay? Nothing is better than having you choke on his fingers while he bullies his cock into you. But, his biggest turn on has to be, somnophilla, that is if you’re okay with it. Something about fucking you in your sleep while he cuddles you just feels so right to him, and when you wake up due to an intense orgasm, he’ll make it feel so good that you’ll feel more than relaxed enough to go back to sleep.

Valeria Garza: She is a hard dom and a mommy kink fan, you cannot convince me otherwise. She will dominate you and make you feel all dumb when she calls you all types of names while you fuck yourself on her thigh. She is someone who thrives off control, she needs it in order to feel something as she usually feels nothing without control. She likes to make you do things to humiliate you and she loves seeing the guilt in your eyes when you misbehave because it makes her feel so powerful but don’t worry, she’s a good mommy and makes sure to give you lots of kisses once you take your punishment. Her biggest turn on outside the power dynamic, is something most wouldn’t expect- it’s reassurance. She gets all hot and bothered whenever you tell her that the iron grip on your hair is fine, or that those slap to your sex makes you feel so good, or even when you just tell her that she is the only one for you. She is so used to manipulating and using people for her own benefit that she often feels like she is taking you for granted and using you when she does love and care for you, so just hearing you reassure her that you don’t feel any of that makes her happy. She may be mean and cold, but she does love you and worry about if she is doing the right thing when it comes to you.

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[somedudenamedruiz]

Yknow, I've come to the conclusion that I think about what characters' mouths look like, maybe an abnormal amount.

As a certified fucked up teeth haver, every single one of my little guys gotta have SOMETJIN a lil fucked, you know?

Anyways, here's a list of JRWI charecters and their tooth headcannons caus I have a strange amount <3

Riptide:

Chip has an incomplete cleft lip, a chipped front tooth, extra canine teeth on BOTH the top and bottom, and a gold tooth somewhere on the bottom. He does not brush his teeth very much. Normally, only does if he's bullied into it. Depression is a bitch, man.

Jay Ferin has a minor overbite. Not a very bad one, but yeah. She also does not brush her teeth as much as she probably should. She will not be telling Chip that.

Gillion Tidestrider teeth that work like sharks and are constantly renewing. That does not mean he doesn't get fucky teeth, though. Sometimes, he'll just get an extra tooth or two before one falls out. And he'll just be kind of uncomfortable for like, a week until one falls out. (Extra: Chip has tried to play off some of Gil's teeth as shark teeth before, to sell them.)

Ollie has pretty spaced out teeth and just doesn't have one of his molars. Also chipped a tooth at some point. Honestly, probably during the Electrodon fight.

Gryffon has an underbite, and very prominent bottom canines. More so than bears normally do. They poke out like small tusks when he closes his mouth.

Arlin has extra canines on the bottom and a tooth gap. Also, golden molar.

Caspian has a snaggle tooth. Is this a fish joke? Possibly.

Lizze has a tooth gap and a gold tooth on her top row. Opposite of Chip's.

Old man Earl is missing several teeth.

Drey Ferin's scar that goes over his eye hits his lip as well. Also his canine teeth are further forward than the rest.

Prime Defenders:

Dakota Cole has buck teeth. Both are chipped and have had fillings put in SEVERAL times. The fillings keep getting chipped as well, though. (Me fr.)

William Wisp has a minor overbite. It used to be very bad. He had braces for multiple years. He has a permanent pouty lip because of the overbite. (May or may not just litterally be how my teeth worked. Sue me.)

Vyncent Sol has more teeth than a human does. Idk why. it just feels right. Weird fuckin elf boy. Also he gets a tooth gap <3

Ashe Winters has extra canine teeth on the top. After The Trickster, her teeth remained sharper than normal.

Mark Winters has a tooth gap, and the lizard half of his face has sharp teeth.

Malard Conway has just like, a couple too many teeth. Just enough to freak people out a bit when they notice. They are sharp. (I wnat to hit this bastard fuck with a pipe, bro, I hate him so much he's amazing.)

Apotheosis:

Peter Sqloint has generally misaligned teeth. They're just a bit wonky.

Rumi, when they are, yknow, Rumi, has perfect teeth. Cause, of course they do. Rumi is like that. When they are Elena, though they have shap teeth, and like, 4 extra teeth on the bottom, behind the regular ones.

Blood in the Bayou

Rand honestly has kind of gross teeth. He's been smoking for fuck knows how long, and is a depressed wet cat. He does not brush his teeth. Also, he has extra canines.

Rolan actually has pretty straight teeth. Had braces when he was younger, but not for a long time. Slightly prominent front teeth, though.

Kian Stone's canine teeth sit further forward than the rest of his teeth.

Becky had a tooth gap.

Rachel Rand has braces. Teeth were generally misaligned, and she had an overbite and minor crossbite.

Wonderlust

Runt canonically has buck teeth, and we love her for it <3 She also gets an overbite to me.

Troy had misaligned teeth as a kid and had braces because of it. He will deny it until the day he dies.

WD (MY GIRRLLLLL) Has a crossbite and extra canine teeth.

Riply has a tooth gap and is missing one of her premolars

Blink is a bird.

[judasgot-it]

Kaldo Dating Headcanons

Some nsfw themes ig sorry </3

He's both a stereotypical conservative "we have to court before we're married" type of guy

And also a bit of a freak

Will take his girl to a really nice party and then will also lick honey off of her toes bro is a certified FREAK

Had to put it out there. I refuse to believe he's vanilla lmao

Rich people are always the freakiest out there. Kaldo is no exception bro is 100% into that weird shit

I think he's a good boyfriend though, just a little weird about gender roles and probably messy as hell

He cooks but I dont think he cleans all too well. Bro grew up from generational wealth and inherited a powerful sword, cleaning is the last thing on his mind

Sorry to his girlfriend he can get better bro just kinda is used to the rich lifestyle and not having to do shit for himself

He 100% will do a whole bunch of random social rules the rich and old use when it comes to dating. For some reason, they work

Like "make sure you go on a date once a month" and "tell her you love her" kind of bullshit. I think Kaldo is a good guy and would not fumble a baddie.

Some don't. He once took his girl to a place his parents liked to go when they were courting and it was so boring they both cried

He also sends an ungodly amount of letters. You'd think he likes writing poetry more than he likes his girlfriend sometimes

He just misses her when he's away :(

Is actually really weird and will have a photo of her by him when he's eating if she isnt there. Yes even at meetings. Now Ryoh does it, because he deems it as a contest to see who loves their partner more

Bro talks about her as if thats his wife he's known for years when they've only courted for like a month or two. Everyone is sick of his ass bro is like 27 acting like he's 12

For some reason likes her magic more than his own. Like, he'll avoid using his as much as possible but this idiot is going to ask her to use a spell at the slightest convenience

Brags about it. He thinks her magic is really cool, even if she doesn't really care for it

Would 100% help her improve too. He's technically a teacher, so he really just can't help it

Bro tries to argue and give advice over stupid things, cause that's just his thing, but he gives up usually

Learned to just make her food. Does it silently too, she wont even notice that he's feeding her while shes sobbing about some random shit she saw while walking home

Food is probably their love language in the relationship. they can almost breakup but dinner would fix it no problem

Hungry ahhhh bastards over here

[sizzlingcoffeequeen]

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Just thinking about having older boyfriend

The genius, billionaire, philanthropist, superhero, and ofcourse retired playboy

Tony stark he was 44 year's old with his sweet, beautiful,gorgeous of a girlfriend of 29 year's old, yeah it was a 15 year old age gap but you both won't have it in any other way. You have been in a very steady and happy relationship of 4 years and he has been nothing but a gentleman (and a daddy behind the closed doors of your bedroom).

You were epitome of energy with also being a well known certified yapper obviously, and Tony oh lord he was just happy to hear you babble yeah most of the time all the word's would sound like pingpong in his head, oh but baby don't let that fool you.

Because he would always remember anything you said you liked or you were thinking of trying, and all the important things , he knew all the aniversary ofcourse and he won't just give you a half assed letter but baby he would splurge and throw a extravaganza party or even take you for vacation on a private island , you may ask why?..... because obviously he can and he knew how to treat you like a lady who should be cherished and worshiped as the goddess she is so obviously he won't back down.

Just as their was this age gap he was a busy man but he would always have time for his sunshine "you don't love me anymore" you said sadness dripping from your tone as you stood their at the doorway of his study as he was sitting behind his desk doing some work on his hologram for God knows hours, but only for him to look at you with the warmth he hold in his eyes his gaze softening seeing you stand their grumpily complaining oh god you didn't even try and was being so cute how could he dare not loving you as he gesture you to come in and patted his lap for you to take a seat, you scrambled your way in trying very hard to stay put and be mad at him.

But only for that bastard to pull you instantly on his lap cradling him and to pepper soft gentle kisses all over your neck and behind your ear at that damn stupid sweet spot which he knew very well that makes you squeal and blush like a freaking red tomato all the time "sweetheart how could you think that i can even dare to do such foul crime of not loving you, I'm sorry for getting stuck here" he said sweetly with the edge of teasing and playfullness in his tone which he used only for you and you only know this side of him as his beard slightly brushing against your soft skin around your neck as that man was just showering you with kisses and soft bites making you squeal and Jerk oh you could already sense that irresistible smirk playing on his lips knowing exactly that he was breaking the walls which you never able to hold for long aswell " I'm still very much mad at you, that sorry of yours and that charm isn't gonna work this time old man" you said firmly to not let your guards down easily not this time he just titled his head to look at you with amusement with that Calm and soft smile oh lord how is he able to do that only for him to cup her face with his hands his thumb gently crassing her bottom lip as he looked at her "so it's not a easy way out for me this time sunshine" he asked sweetly as your brain just malfunction to remember to put out words and basically just shook your head indicating no.

"Ahh........nuh......" you gasped biting your lower lip trying not to make noises to give him satisfaction as your mind was already turned mushy your eyes went hazey as the noise of your wetness dripping down your pussy filled with room as his fingers were moving in sync nice and slowly in and out of you dripping hole as your legs were spread wide open as he held you nicely snuggly into his lap you back press against his chest as he kept murmuring sweet nothings in your ears praising "that's it sweetheart, you're doing so well",

"look at you baby so wet for me m'so proud of darling,"

"shh... it's alright let it go cum for me sweetheart " he coaxed you with soothing words making it feel even more sexy as you were getting even more wet , you were sure you were staining his pants but for Tony he didn't care less about that as he was just looking forward to pleasure and apologise his sweetheart properly. "m'still- ahh ..... still mad.......mad at you" you babbled trying to manage to speak out the words inbetween your moaning and whimpering which you were trying so hard but god was he doing magic with his fingers and those sweet words as you didn't even remember to hold count of how many times you came after 3rd time. "that's why I'm asking for forgiveness sweetheart " he mumbled softly against your lips kissing you making you gasp as he swallowed your sweet moans and his fingers never stopped working their way out and hitting that gummy spot every single time making you see star's as you reached your peak one more time as you came undone against his fingers your body went limp as if the bones never even existed as he slowly withdraw his fingers making you whimper softly after the sudden emptiness as he brought the fingers to his lips licking them nice and clean while looking at you with love and warmth with the usual hint of mischief that never left his eyes "umm..... just like i expected sweetheart you're tasting like the sweet nectar i remembered" he said smoothly making you hide your face in the crook of his neck only for him to cuddle you closer comforting after all the orgasam he pulled out of you.

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[oros-ash3s]

₊ ˚ ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 Sibling Questionnaire 𓆩✦𓆪 ⊹ ˚₊

✧ Who looks more like their dad? ✧

Out of the three of them, Elmira is the only one who has her dad present in her life. Crow was the bastard child of the family, the product of an 4-year affair their mother had with a commoner, while Aurora was adopted into the family when she was young. Which leaves Elmira as the only one who closely resembles their father, with his sharp nose, dark red hair, and pale skin.

✧ Who looks more like their mom? ✧

Crow looks much more like his mother than Elmira does, at least he used to, anyway. It’s a fact that he hated growing up, especially because it didn’t make his “father” any more sympathetic to him.

✧ Who eats the most? ✧

To be honest, none of them. The three of them have developed horrendous eating habits, all of them eating as little as possible. Though, when compared to her younger siblings, Elmira makes sure to eat at least one decent meal per day.

✧ Who has been in the weirdest situations? ✧

Definitely Crow. Having left home when he was only a teenager, he ran into quite a few odd people during his time on the streets. Elmira and Aurora both had very structured, orderly lives under their father’s command, which left them with not much room to get into weird situations.

✧ Who sleeps the most? ✧

Elmira, which isn’t saying a lot, seeing as Crow can’t sleep and Aurora is the definition of a workaholic.

✧ Who has the most stable romantic life? ✧

Crow, who actually has the experience for that statement to be true. Both Elmira and Aurora have never had the time to date, even if they wanted to.

✧ What is the worst habit of each? ✧

Elmira is easily persuaded by others, and doesn’t follow her gut instinct, instead just following along with the orders she’s given.

Crow is extremely defensive and apathetic, especially to those he doesn’t care for. He always puts himself first, because he’s the only person he can truly count on.

Aurora is angry and driven by rage. She sacrifices her health, her mental well-being, her relationships, all in the search of revenge.

✧ Who is the most dramatic? ✧

Aurora, who also loses her shit over practically any inconvenience.

✧ Who had the weirdest phase? ✧

Probably Aurora, who had a full-fledged emo phase as a teen.

✧ Who is the best cook in the family? ✧

Elmira is the best, and can cook quite well. She made many meals for Crow and Aurora while growing up. Both Crow and Aurora are terrible cooks.

✧ What is their best memory together? ✧

Though there are not many memories the three of them can name as happy, there are a few that they have as children that they all look back fondly on.

✧ What is their worst memory together? ✧

The day that Crow left — the day the three of them recognize as his death. After he disappeared, everything only got worse at the Koroleva estate.

✧ What is their dream trip together? ✧

Nowhere.

✧ Would you rather: Not be able to shower OR not be able to change clothes? ✧

Elmira: “I’m not extremely particular to fashion if it comes at the expense of my personal hygiene, so I’d say…. change clothes.”

Crow: “Shower. No question about it.”

Aurora: “Shower.”

✧ Who's older? ✧

Elmira is the oldest out of the three!!

✧ Describe each other in three words. ✧

Elmira: “Z… I mean, my brother, is caring, empathetic, and resilient. Aurora is hard-headed, determined, and goal-oriented.”

Crow: “Elmira? Stuck-up, small-minded, and ‘family-oriented’.” [He sneers the last word and laughs.] “And Aurora, hmm… Naive, hot-headed, and stubborn — as fucking hell.”

Aurora: “Elmira is bossy, responsible, and closed-off. And that… traitor?” [Her expression twists up in obvious distaste, eyes border-lining hatred.] “Dangerous, savage, and disgusting.”

✧ Who's their role model? ✧

Elmira: “I don’t have one that I can think of.”

Crow: “Myself.”

Aurora: “Father.”

✧ Who usually has the worst ideas? ✧

Elmira. I don’t even need to say anything else.

✧ Who is the certified "Bug Killer"? ✧

Aurora is DEATHLY afraid of bugs, ironically enough, considering what she does for work, and always has Elmira kill them for her. Crow likes chewing on whatever bugs he sees lying around.

⟢⠀ ty for the tag @seastarblue, as per usual ^^

I already did this on my alt account @dioles-writes, but I thought I’d also do another one here!! this may or may not have been my attempt at soft-dropping my new WIP, with the three most complicated siblings ever: Elmira (she/her), Crow (he/him), and Aurora (she/her).

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[verdemoun]

What if Mac and Davey survived their respective deaths (blood loss/freezing and beating)? I know theyd both be pretty screwed after going through that but still-

Also my headcanon is that before Kieran, one of the Callenders was the gang’s stable boy, so would that change things for Kieran?

When they go to put the coins on Davey's eyes, he splutters, says 'i ain't dead yet, bastards' and proceeded to lay there looking very close to dead for the rest of the Colter chapter. John gets some company while he's recovering from the wolf attack. And first time Davey can stand he's straight back to 'we need to find Mac', arguing the gang are more than fit enough to ride back into Blackwater.

Horseshoe Overlook happens as normal, except with Micah seeming extra annoying after his rescue because he now has the echo-chamber support of Davey 'yeah let's just ride back into Blackwater! We got Sean, didn't we? The money and Mac can't be that hard to find.'

Davey is also definitely not above egging on Bill when it comes to tormenting Kieran, because a) he doesn't need a reason to hate an O'Driscoll and b) maybe if Bill has a new toy he'll stop hanging out with Mac so much when they get Mac back.

Arthur, begged by Abigail, takes Jack fishing. Instead of a couple of men showing up dressed like they was from the city, a very bloody, black and blue with bruises Mac Callander calls to them from over the river, and is so weak he nearly drowns trying to wade through the knee-deep water to them. Sorry Jack, you're not escaping traumatic fishing trips.

Mac doesn't get the Sean Macguire miraculous recovery. It's slow, and torturous. Grimshaw, Strauss and Swanson speak in hushed tones about the possibility of needing to amputate his arm: a displaced fracture making Mac scream in pain at the slightest movement. And they've seen Mac walk off being shot before. To see him this physically broken is sickeningly wrong.

Davey's off working every job he can to get the money for better medicine, stronger drugs: definitely not because he can't stand seeing his brother in that state.

Bill doesn't leave Mac's beside, telling him he's gonna be fine, updating him on what's happened since Blackwater. John got attacked by wolves, they ran into the O'Driscolls and picked up the Adler woman with that mad look in her eye, killed some O'Driscolls, picked up a scrawny little O'Driscoll crybaby named Kieran, but he saved Arthur's life so he's paying off his outstanding debts to society looking after the horses.

Mac scoffs, but softens a little hearing the horses weren't neglected in his absence. Mac Callander is a certified horse girl, and with only limited social skills without a few beers in system, the horses had been part of his responsibility. When his babysitters let their guard down he immediately hobbles his way over, and his precious chestnut Tennessee walker Mace nearly tramples Kieran in the process of trotting over to greet his rider.

While tossing a few threats in and scaring the hell out of one Kieran Duffy, who still found a way to be intimidated by a man who looked on the verge of passing out from walking a dozen yards, Mac takes a seat on one of the many rocks in the clearing and starts correcting Kieran's horsemanship. Don't walk that close Baylock unless you want to die. Brown Jack needs to be fed separate because he's a bully. Old Boy's skittish on his left side, but if you approach from the right he'll let you catch him and then hitch him to a post for brushing.

Horsegirl to horsegirl communication takes over. Kieran recognises one of his own: only someone who loves horses would bother knowing all the gang's horses names, and their quirks. Mac is pleasantly surprised how little he needs to correct about Kieran's horsemanship, scrutinizing the polished saddles and admitting he did at least as good a job as he would.

Mac is respected enough within the gang that when he barks at Kieran to get something to eat, because he needs his strength up if he expects to take care of the horses on his own, no one challenges it. The only things Mac knows is robbing, shooting, and being an overprotective big brother. Two of those are off the table for the forseeable future, and with Davey sneaking off with Micah at every opportunity all those big ol' protective instincts are now being directed at fellow horsegirl, Kieran Duffy.

Bill has his Mac back and chills out. Davey ends up going to the Downes Ranch instead of Arthur. Kieran gets an honorary place as fill-in Mac, which gains him a smidge of respect. No Horsemen Apocalypse, no Arthur dying, Davey shoots Micah for being a rat but passes away peacefully surrounded by his found family, and by 1907 Bill and Mac have taken over Hanging Dog Ranch as actual ranchers with Kieran still a stableboy because Mac never recovered enough strength in his arm do it all on his own. Rip Davey you had to die for science.

[tyxaar]

WHO BUILT THE ETHO STATUES????

Tyx's investigation/analysis of the info we have as of 05-4-2024

Two (2) mysterious statues of Etho appeared by Joel's gate. Nobody so far has fessed up to placing them, Etho and Joel both say they did not add them, but let's consider the evidence and most likely candidates, split up depending on identity.

Ethogirl Pranksters

In this first category we have Gem and/or Scar. They're both certified boat boys shippers and would find it very funny to put those statues there. This is all the evidence we have so far, but considering the fact that they're both Joel's neighbours it's not a bad place to start.

Mr. Joel Smallbeans

This is the least likely option in my opinion. He's outright denied building them and it seems like a prank rather than a bit done by himself.

The sneaky ones

Here we have Grian and Cub. Both of them are known pranksters who like to play around with the mystery aspect and hiding who actually did the prank. Thinking back now particularly to how Cub only fessed up to the Jingler bit 5 years after season 6, this is absolutely something at least one or both of them would do. Also they're both neighbours with Joel and Etho respectively.

Someone else

They thought it was funny lol. I'm thinking maybe Pearl, Impulse, or another neighbour. I don't have any actual evidence or ideas of why, but we have to consider all possibilities here.

Etho himself

Yeah this is my top pick personally, even though having someone else do it would be funnier. Etho can be a sneaky gaslighting bastard at times and has pulled some crazy shit before (thinking Shade-e-s) so yeah, building statues of himself and pinning it on Joel is surprisingly likely.

[ochitea]

i love your ocs, i think my fav is lucia :) what is some of your fav parts about each of your ocs?🤔 i know its a lot to ask, but im curious for most of the primary folder.. 😅

o wow that is a very tall order bc there are 18 profiles in that folder (20 ocs in total bc prudence got multiple ocs), n half of em are hidden unless u got a toyhouse account. a lot of em dont even have up-to-date info T0TTT

but i did all of em in order so have fun reading all of this shit

lucy - this one is hard,, the fact that he's so unapologetically self-indulgent? a certified bastard n slut? w/ so much hidden angst bc of his past selves?? he's just so flexible. also tits.

alura - the fact that shes the polar opposite of lucy. she's just so endearing to me bc she has so much of myself, much like lucy. u go girl give us ur lack of confidence

hana - she just carries a lot of my anger n inner self, so she means a lot to me in that regard. also her story parallels farris's story n i find that interesting. havent gotten the chance to rlly explore it tho

lucia - she wants love but she doesnt know how to love- n she got another chance in life when she finds it hard to keep living. makes me feel for her T0T

scarlet rose - its fun to think abt her being so stupidly chaotic bc she's just too op. also i like to make her death be so mysterious heheh

farris - he's also stupidly op, tho its bc he is god's fav mortal. its honestly impressive how much shit he managed to pull off. hes also just fun to think abt along w/ the other angels bc he's such a lil shit

elemiah - tbh i like how sick n twisted his love for lord death is. it makes me sick in my stomach every time i think abt it (esp that one comic ugh)

weatta - smth abt her is weirdly adorable for some reason. is it her design? or is it bc she's such a sad n pathetic wet cat? she's also fun to think abt bc of how crazy n stupid she can be. fucker doesnt know what chill is

ina - she's just so tragic,,, she didnt even get to live her life, dying so young n all. makes my heart ache.

snow - tbh idk what to do w/ her so she got nothing, but she's literally my first oc. its hard not to be attached to her

ember - hana's bully who becomes her one n only true friend. i need to develop her man she doesnt even have a finished design T0TTT

sylvain - i like how surprisingly chaotic he can be, despite his cute outer demeanor. but he also tries his best to help others, even to those who may not be so friendly ahemaureliusahem

aurelius - both his parents died n he doesnt even know that- n he grew up to be a weapon but hes doing his best to live n learn to be human n auuughhhhhh T0TTT

yuki - hot vampire demon lady. red flags galore. also tits.

iris - i just rlly like her wholesomeness, esp in contrast w/ her aspiring to be a pole-dancer (usually seen as a provocative activity) n being attached to the biggest fuckign slut. plus her backstory n the fact that she's now living a better life? tis heartwarming -w- also trans

poor guy - he's just so nice to everyone despite his bad luck n looking like the big scary goatman. also heh its funny to think that he gets involved in so much angel/deity shit despite being a regular ass guy (bc aint no way u can avoid alura's shit when u got a huge crush on her)

ellipsis - tbh im still developing her uhhhhhhhhh i like how she's the most normal one in her group lol shes doing her best

nighty - he lost his whole ass family man. just bc ppl thought they were demons. n yet he's just so goofy despite it all. also being a werebeast gives him cool powers. if i just think abt him for once, he might be interesting to explore.

damien - his contrast of being so nice n silly, but is also the most distrustful one in the trio.

chiara - just the thought of her being so conflicted w/ herself. her regrets constantly eating away at her bc she could've saved her partners!! n yet ppl see her as this strong, dependable, n confident woman. sry chiara ur story doesnt get much better i wanna see u suffer

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Uhm. Have a note I made whilst sleep deprived a few like.. weeks ago

Yes, I did edit it. A lot

Favorite longform characters because I can't sleep

(LONG POST!! ↓)

Father Andrews

A Christian with Buddhist beliefs? Normal AJ shenanigans. No but tell me a time where he hasn't mixed two things together, confusing the crowd and the other guys.

I'll wait.

Alexa

Look, Tom characters always have my heart, soul and wallet, okay? Alexa is just so :) I love her :)

Don Cicicio

Was torn between the two Tom characters. I absolutely adore Jimmy but ough Don Cicicio my beloved... He's so morally wrong but he's so silly I love him. Fucking indirectly liked AJ's head.. So silly.. So evil..

André Betroot (+ his tutu wearing assistant)

The only reccuring character I can think of. He's so iconic that he just materialized into a different play. I'm his biggest fan I adore him so much!! (Somerset Beetroots! & Bobsleigh Bobsleigh! have been stuck in my brain to the point where I have to blurt it out every time I remember it and I blame Luke for that)

Witch Finder General

I don't make the rules. The one with the most lines that end up stuck in my brain becomes my favorite. I love WFG so so so much he's so so so silly yet so so so morally questionable.

Inga

Became my favorite because she knows what to do with wolves and is the only character I can think of that isn't German in this play. Her different accent gave me mild whiplash and I love that.

Mary

WOMEN IN STEM!! LOOK I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. THE MOMENT A CHARACTER IS MY TYPE IS THE MOMENT THEY BECOME MY FAVORITE (+ she also has the most lines I have ingrained in my brain). I LOVE MARY SO SO SO SOOOO MUCH!!

Mario The Sheep

Again, the moment a character has the most lines stuck in my brain is the favorite. Mario has me baa-ing almost every time I talk. I blame him for all the weird looks my mom gives me when I go "🐑Inbred?🐑"

Philip + Derek

Philip spoke one time, never appeared again. I love other assistant Philip so much. That one audience member has my wallet because I willingly gave it to them. But of course, assistant Derek has my heart. Love the Woodmans so so much.

Troll Mother

Obvious pick was Troll Son BUT I love Troll Mother purely because she appeared twice and only spoke in one of those appearances.

Juliet

Obvious pick. I love homocidal women who are pretty :) She's just so :)

Sherlock Holmes

Shirley Houses is my favorite detective!! Or was it Sherry Lots? Uh... BASTA!! THEM!! MY FAVORITE!! That's all :)

Priscilla's Mother

I forgot her name but I love her so much. DO NOT INSULT HER STAGECRAFT!! She's doing her best :) But anyways, most lines remembered = favorite :)

Marty jr.

First character that I've thought about for hours after watching the play, probably because TEMAWK is the first play I finished. So so chaotic and so so homicidal. I love that little bastard :)

Derek

The way I went "DEREK SPOTTED!!" when he was introduced should be concerning. No but he's so silly and I love him. We love a man that isn't toxic like his best mate is :)

Justin Willoughby

I already put André so!! More Tom characters!! Justin is coping terribly and I want to give him a hug for it. He's just so :( I love him so so so much :( My poor boy :(

Peter Steven

This is the 10th Tom character on the list. There are currently 16 characters as of writing this. I'm not sure if I just love Tom or just really love Tom. Anyways, FREE MY MANS!!! HE JJST WANTS TO PLAY OUTSIDE AND BE A HEALTHY CHILD :((

Johnny + Janae

Look, I know this is supposed to be favorite character and not favorite characterS but.. I love both of them so so so much they're my bebes.. You cannot have one without the other and you cannot convince me otherwise. They're just so me-core I lav them :)

Mrs. Xavier

Certified 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 seven days a week </3 She just put the thought of her child fucking her other child's husband in her mind, let the chaos happen, and then just took the thought back in her own because "it's good".

James James

He's like. The only character I genuinely remember from The Prime Minister's First Day (I definitely need to rewatch this one) but he's just so sillaye I love him.

Theresa May

Important character that knows how to defeat the antagonist, dies immediately. I don't know why but a character being introduced as important but then dies almost immediately is so funny to me and bumps them up to favorite character status.

That one person who scrum

Genuinely the only thing I remembered from The Ingredients is the scene where Sam just SCREAMS.

Marie-Claire

Was only mentioned, but Cliff and Chip talking about her death immediately shot her up to favorite character status. No but the idea of her just going "wee!!" when she threw herself off a cliff, while depressing, is incredibly funny to me.

Persephone

ANOTHER Tom character. I'm so so sorry but I love Tom so so much he's just so good at any role he assumes and just.... Persephone is not an exception to this.

Fullset O'Hands (+ Caravan Hutch... Or is his name Lots?)

Okay. These two freaks are just so :3 I'M SORRY BUT YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE ME TWO WEIRDOS AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM. THEY'RE SO ME-CORE I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH.

Andrew

SAVE MY BOY!!! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!! HE WAS JUST A BIT EAGER!!! FREE HIM!!!

Magnus O'puss

Don't give me Tom playing a character like THIS and expect me to act normally. I'm sorry but sometimes I can't tell if I want to be them or if I want them. Tom playing the fandom's queer icon definitely makes it harder for me to decide.

Pointy

Again, you cannot give me a weirdo and expect me to be okay about it. He's just so :) I lav him :)

Scottish Batman

YOU DON'T TELL SCOTTISH BATMAN TO FUCK OFF!! HE IS THE NIGHT!!! HE IS VENGEANCE INCARNATE!!!!

That fucking kid

I'm sorry but that little "Rapier!! :D" got me. WHY ARE TOM'S KID CHARACTERS SO :3 YET SO D: I'M SOBBING ON THE FLOOR HE CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

The barkeep

"Be careful™". That's. That's all. That's all you need to know (PS. The way he fucking fell omfg)

The French kraken

It's uh. The only character I can remember at the moment so uh. Half-mime half-giant octopus my beloved 🛐

The blond dog

Again, only "character" I can rember atm. Luke was 100% going for horse. Nooo noo, that's blond dog 👍 (was this even in this play? i don't know)

D.I Mannering

You can't just give me a character that goes against their sibling and ends up killing them because they're on opposing sides and expect me NOT to imagine terrible tragedies happening

The witches

Fucking freaks. Absolute weirdos. I love them mfs </3

Amanda

I don't really remember this play but I remember really liking Amanda for some reason

Don Juan's wife

I forgot her name but I LOVE HER SO MUCH RGHHSSGHD. She just slays so much ough.......

Xavier

The obvious choice. 19th Tom character on the list btw. Anyways. C'est Xavier!! C'est Xavier!! Aaaaaah!! *fains cutely*

[bearer-of-the-torch]

Intro Post

Took me long enough but here we are! Welcome to my FFXIV blog, where I will hopefully be centralizing all of my stuff for my Warrior of Light as well as any thoughts I have on the game at large.

But we just care about pretty Final Fantasy people, so here we go! This is my Warrior of Light, Rowena Stanier, a proud Lominsan Arcanist and Certified Traumatized Adult™️

Basics

Name: Rowena Stanier

Nickname(s): Nena (by her closest family only), Row (by friends), P̴̪͙̒͝h̶͖̜̙̅̌̈́i̶͓̓l̷̘̄̃̓͜o̷̭̹͚̓p̶̥̘̖̓̄h̴̰̋̓̂r̸̼̟̈͊ͅọ̶͂s̴͚͖͘ẙ̴̛̳̾ǹ̸̻̰͂e̷͓̯͋

Age: 29 (ARR)

Nameday: 17th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon (Jan. 17th)

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Unsure (she likes men for sure)

Profession: Assessor/customs examiner at Mealvaan's Gate; adventurer; member of Scions of the Seventh Dawn

Physical Aspects

Hair: Dark purple

Eyes: Indigo (left), gold (right)

Skin: Light olive -- heavily freckled (some dark brown, most... lilac?)

Tattoos/Scars: Canonically no tattoos; acid-splash scarring across hands, large jagged scar across chest from Lahabrea fight at Praetorium

Family

Parents: Paget Stanier and Quinlan Stanier (nee Thosingeisswyn), a half-Elezen Ishgardian bastard and a Hyur adopted by a Roegadyn. Paget died three years before ARR, and Quinlan currently operates Stanier Shipping in his place. Paget was a transplant to Vylbrand, while Quinlan has called the place her home her entire life (when not asea).

Sibling(s): Robert Stanier, her older brother by 5 years. An engineer with a stubborn streak, Robert joined the Maelstrom in the days leading up to the Calamity and was presumed dead; he has only recently been liberated from an imperial facility in Ala Mhigo......

Grandparents: Her paternal grandparents, the Staniers, are both alive and well and in retirement from the shipping business, though they still mourn the loss of their son. Her biological maternal grandparents have been deceased for decades, but Quinlan's adopted father, Thosingeiss, has give up his life of piracy for a more refined setting. All three live in the family home.

In-Laws/Others: Any possible in-laws are. Deceased.

Pet(s): Her Carbuncle, Hercule, and her Chocobo, Dupin.

Skills

Abilities: Long-time practitioner of arcanima, alchemy, and goldsmithing. Capable botanist, anatomist, and illuminator. Able lancer/dragoon, thaumaturge, and blue mage. Adept healer (but maybe ask her fairy to do it instead). Intelligent, quick-learning, and innovative, she melds various combat arts in a terrifying way for someone who claims to dislike fighting.

Took culinarian lessons and spent time on a farm in her teen years. Can sew and tailor. Talented assessor and organizer -- Thubyrgeim misses her presence.

Hobbies: Reading Everything, cleaning (unironically), exploring, absorbing local cultures, trying new foods and clothes... jumping puzzles? Helping people (unironically).

Traits

Most Positive Trait: Generosity. She will give you the shirt off her back (or she'll just buy you a new one, it might fit better).

Most Negative Trait: Savior complex. She must save everyone. Even those who have done her wrong. (She's trying to get over it.)

Likes

Color(s): She claims to not be picky. The real answer is green, but she's been told it's unflattering to her coloration.

Smell(s): Lavender and bergamot. She makes her own scented products to keep it close to her.

Texture(s): Cotton wool. Leather. Parchment beneath her fingers.

Drink(s): Rich coffee, spiced and sweet meads. Also water.

Other Details

Smokes: No. She's seen too many rotted teeth.

Drinks: On occasion.

Drugs: No. She has medicines but not recreational drugs.

Mount Insurance: For Dupin, of course. No one will insure her magitek mounts, however.

Been Arrested: Wrongfully.

If you'd like some small backstory, go -> HERE if you'd like to read exactly how the MSQ begins for her!

As a general heads-up, I am a Sprout but I am well spoiled for story content and might post about such things; I will do my best to keep spoilers tagged for those who might not wish to see them.

I am also notoriously bad at just spitting stuff out into the aether unprompted, so feel free to send asks!

Current MSQ Progress (4-17-2025): Nowhere to Turn [Post-Shadowbringers patches]

Short Story Archive: Here [TBA]

Tags:

#wol: rowena stanier - any and all content of the girl herself!

#hercule the carbuncle - I love my funky little guild-mandated familiar, so he gets his own tag

#dupin the chocobo - I also love my funky little company-mandated steed

#cidena - 🤫

#writing: seventh umbral era chronicles - personal writing that takes place before or during A Realm Reborn proper

#writing: seventh astral era chronicles - personal writing that takes place nebulously after A Realm Reborn proper

#missives: q&a - asks from ask games

This post will be updated periodically.

'Til sea swallows all! 🫡

[valentine-cafe]

stalking your blog as always i am here for the match up 👁️🫦👁️

gender: female

sexuality: pansexual? i dont think i really care about gender or lack there of, i am mostly attracted to people who are very confident and can back it up, honest (shameless in the right situations 😼)

likes: cats, animals in general, medival fantasy rpgs, rainy/cloudy/stormy weather, dark colors, walks

dislikes: sweat, raisins, watching my bank account emptying 🤨, strong dislike of stupid people (i am already quite dumb, i cant do dumb x dumb 😔 but yall stay safe out there), receiving unclear or overly complicated instructions, hot pink and neon yellow

hobbies: gaming, playing w my cat, yapping about everything and anything, watching very specific documentaries, cooking, making art

fears: open waters, people at this point i mean have you seen the news 🐈

personality: certified yapper with no filter (i will say the most insane things known to human kind and then say the most irrelevant normal topic out there), shy if i dont know you, very dramatic if i do know you, very much like to leave responsibilities to others, if they know what theyre doing, honest, kind and empathetic (too much of all three at times), 24/7 tired (is that a personality trait) and horny, indecisive, ambitious

i hope this suffices and thank you if you decide to match me up to some baddie (non gendered) 🐈 rawr fr

ps unrelated: hmu rishen 209 i beg you

2  ˖⁺. strawberry kisses : valentine matchups event .𖹭 ݁

﹙ match maker loading. ﹚. . . alessio 781 !! 🍒 :

attracted to confidence? enjoy fantasy rpg? yapper? horny? ooohhh you would do just perfect for our insufferably attractive and unable-to-keep-his-mouth-shut alessio arias.

you enjoy taking walks? get ready for night walks. this man will take you across the city on two feet if you so let him. ever wondered what the midnight city looks like from rooftops? it'll be your no.1 site for dates.

alessio is also a gamer at heart. name a game and he probably has it on his console. expect late night with you in his lap and controller in your hands while you both compete against each other in whatever game you chose . . . he's such a shit. he'll find a way to compete with you even in stardew valley.

loves cooking with you. he will find every excuse in the book as to why you both should have taquitos for dinner. will definitely find some way to eat whatever you are cooking before time. or dance with you through the kitchen during those soft, fluffy afternoons.

like shamelessness? you've come to the right place. his hands will be all over you whenever he gets the chance. middle of the uni hallway? he's snatching your waist and dragging you closer. outside his apartment? hope you enjoy steamy makeouts before you even get inside. don't even get me started on his texts. . .

adores fantasy rpgs as well. his love for wizards shines through and he shows you what a nerd he really is. will definitely sit through quiet nights playing them with you.

﹙ valentine's day. ﹚. . . thrill of the night !! 🍰 :

"Stunning as always baby." His deep croon hums through your ear before his lips are all you taste. Kisses after kisses as he presses you back into the window he had just crawled through to get into your room.

You barely had the time to ask how he scaled the building. But how can you care when his large hands circle your waist or cup the back of your neck?

What's that cold feeling?

When he finally parts to give you air and a small string connecting your lips, you'll notice it. A silver locket round your neck that he clasped through your kiss. Sneaky bastard.

"What's this?" Your fingers brush the pendant and open it to an image that swells your heart. His arms find their way around you from the side, with another kiss smooched to your cheek as observe the gift.

"Like it?" He mumbles into your shoulder. Emerald puppy eyes staring up in a way that has you smiling even more. How can you not be soft for those thick lashes? With all his charm and flirtatiousness aside, at heart, Alessio Arias is merely a puppy.

Instead of answering you give him a kiss to the cheek of your own. Arms thrown over his shoulders as he catches you with ease.

"Wild flowers and a necklace. Who knew you could be such a romantic." Comes your tease as you eye the bundle of wild flowers on your bed that he'd carried up into your apartment.

Alessio only chuckles in response and takes his kisses up your neck instead. Fingers scour your sides and reach for the backs of your thighs. A small squeeze for good measure.

"And that's not all."

In an instant you're at the open window. One of his arms strung around you while the other reaches for the windowsill. All you can do is yelp and brace on his black leather jacket. Eyes wide as you behold the fall below.

"Alessio-!"

"Do you trust me querida?"

There's that damned grin again. Your heart throbs and you fist the leather tighter. Flustered, somewhat frightened, and all the more in love with this man you call yours.

All it takes is a small nod before he whisks you into the night. What a way to spend valentine's.

𖹭. ps : whoever you are I adore you please let us give you an emoji to be one of our anons you're SO fun