#I'm just so out of it... my ears are ringing.

[fillthevoidwithwordsofgold]

Someone was an idiot and unleashed a magical horror of a creature (like, the crazy who made it was Frankenstein but making the perfect chimera, and using magic, kay). It is wreaking unholy horror. That used to be a chunk of forest. It is now just blue. Just, blue ground. And! It's headed towards a town. Said town is isolated enough that they don't have anywhere to evacuate to fast enough. Not to mention the damages. Most of the homes were built by the family inhibiting it, several generations back. It's sentimental.

So, due to the above, it's all hands on deck. Jason was originally called bc the All-Blades might help. The creature is not evil, they do not help. The village is getting closer. The creater has started giving off a strange iridescent smoke. That is new. They don't know what it is. That is not new.

"I can try one more thing." Red Hood says into the comms. The frequent glances to the approaching village are unseen beneath the helmet.

"If you think it might work then try it!" Comes from a very frustrated Superman. He is watching from very high in the air, and cannot help because the creature gives off a potent aura of magic that affects his abilities. Batman simply gives a nod. Jason has more expertise when it comes to magic, so his decisions are questioned less.

Red Hood unzips one of the many pockets on his person and pulls out... a phone? It's not quite the first bick phone, but it's only a couple generations away. Red Robin sends him an offended look before hurrying to dodge a uh.. limb. Hood pushes a couple buttons and brings it to his ear. His hand goes through the helmet.

Everyone can hear the phone ring. Once. Twice. Thr- "Hey, whats up?"

"Someone pulled a Frankenstein but magic and the League cannot handle it. It broke through five different binding spells, my blades don't work, and its screamng in pain."

"Frankenstein. That's uh... Mary? Sea something last name. The scientist! Not the monster, right?" Hood is glad the helmet hides his fond smile.

"Yeah, you got it right Dad. Mary Shelley's the author. Come help?"

" I'll be there in two shakes of a ghost's tail!"

The conversation ends. Hood pulls his hand back out of his helmet and tucks the phone away again, zipping up the pocket that looks far too small to fit it. He raises his hand, five fingers spread, then slowly lowers them one by one. As his last finger goes down, a black and white figure comes barreling in, going right up to Hood and stopping. They almost immediately double over. They are also a teenager.

"Ow! You were not kidding about the screaming!" Hood nods at their exclamation.

" I'm getting some ecto off of them, you think it enough to soup em? That'd be easiest."

"Huh. Maybe. Doesn't hurt. It's in enough pain strength won't be an issue."

Red Robin hums a tune in the background, still squaring off with the creature. It's vaguely recognizable as background music for a Pokémon game. Both Hood and his dad? Turn to him and shout "Shut it!" In perfect sinc. Definitely his dad. Huh. Thought that was Batman.

Hood's Dad pulls out a thermos? Points it at the creature. A green light hits it. It does nothing. The thermos dissappears with a shrug. Hoods Dad doesn't even have pockets to be shoving it into. He then proceeds to shoot a laser at it. This cuts a nice hole through the iridescent fog that solidifies into a sheild when impacted. The fog fills the hole quickly, and the creature makes another sound (is it a screech? A growl? A roar? All of the above. Somehow). Hoods Dad winces at the sound, then jumps in and starts brawling. For some reason, this works. The others fighting it back off so as to not get involved. And to watch. Because it's entrancing. With some signal that no one else catches, Hood tosses a glowing orb at his dad. This is caught and smashed on the ground. It turns into a larger orb that is as if a chunk of space was transplanted around the creature, completely enveloping it. Hood's Dad scrunches up his face as if he's putting effort into something and then claps dramatically. Nothing happens. He sighs, and does it again. The orb of space shrinks back to it's original size. Hood snatches it before his dad can. He pulls out a pad of sticky notes and a pen before scribbling something on a note and putting it on the orb. It is then snatched by his dad. He reads the note than laughs.

"Alright, alright. I'll give you this one." The orb is slipped into... somewhere in Hood's Dad's jumpsuit. Probably. It disappears, at least. Hood's Dad waves at the bats and mockingly salutes Hood, before disappearing himself.

A very exhausted Constantine speaks into the silence. "That was a god. That was a bloody god."

Naturally, chaos ensues. Also naturally, Hood and the rest of the bats ignore it and everyone else and simply start prepping to head home. Mysterious spooks all of them.

I’ve seen DP x DC fics of all kinds where Danny is adopted by, related to, parent of, or dating one of the batfam

But I need more of Ghostling Jason Todd adopted by Danny

Especially if Jason is built like a fridge and Danny is still like 14 in human years

But Jason is like, at 17-19 in human years but in ghost terms he’s at most an older toddler and Danny , a sassy child,sees Jason and like

“Who’s sassy lost baby is this”

And just adopt him?decides”mine, he’s my sassy lost baby”

I really wish there was more like this, if anyone has any feel free to tag them.

[xbuu]

Jack of Hearts game! Chishiya x Fem! Reader

You've been stressed in the last few rounds of the Jack of Hearts game, so Chishiya decides it's time to help you relax.

Content: Fluffy smut, teasing, slight exhibitionist kink, jacket stays on during sex.

Word count: ~1.4k

a/n: i have a ton of fics to post already (3) but I'm scared of posting them all at the same time in case i run out of inspiration and don't post anything for a while so I'm really spacing them out. also got my first ask a few days ago so I'm working on it anon!!

"Are you sure they won't hear?" You bite your lip, hesitantly wrapping your hands around his neck while your right leg bounces nervously.

"Sure." But his answer doesn't do much to calm your nerves. You know he'd take you anywhere, regardless of who could hear. His arms wrap around your waist and lift you on top of the dusty plastic table. It'd do, at least until you got out of the game.

A small, dark storage closet wasn't the most romantic spot, but he had grabbed your hand after the tenth round was over and guided you to the furthest away room he could find.

It's been a few long hours, and with the remaining contestants all having another person they could trust, the game had proven hard to break. He'd just have to break you, in the meantime.

His hands fly to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping and throwing them away in a blink of your eyes. Your hands fly to his pants, but you're considerably slower than usual, your mind still wrapped around the details of the game, the players, the rules, how to—

"Don't think." He stops you with a call of your name. "Let me worry about that. For now, I want your attention on me." He slips off his pants himself with that awfully sexy smirk. Oh.

You give him an uncertain, anxious smile, and you cup his face and lean in to get lost on his lips. He's a great kisser. An amazing kisser. And as his tongue sneaks into your mouth you forget everything about the game.

He doesn't let you dwell on anything for too long. He's already pushing into you, unzipping your skimpy shorts and pushing your panties to the side, while your tongue remains wrapped around his. You're so used to his cock it feels like getting home whenever he pushes inside of you.

The moans you produce are swallowed by him until you weakly push him away, gulping in a breath and throwing your head back. He lets his head get pushed back, though he doesn't pull his strong grip of your hips away, pushing slowly to help you get used to his cock. He isn't the girthiest, but he's long.

"I'll have to make this quick, won't I?" You're too busy getting dicked down by him to actually reply, but you mentally answer, your thoughts trying to pull you away from him. He pulls you back to him when he sheathes inside of you and his tip grazes the spongy spot inside of you.

"Chishiya!" You yell, completely out of your control, and he covers your mouth as you dig your nails in the back of his jacket just lightly, in warning of what's to come.

"We can't have you screaming out for everyone to know what we're up to. Remember the couple just before the game?" He whispers, right in your ear, causing you to shiver. Of course you remember, Chishiya had pointed them out to you, and it made your cheeks flush red even if it wasn't your moans that were ringing through the cells. They definitely are now, though.

The words (that he definitely purred out like a cat) make you bend into his body, hide your face in his shoulder and replace his hand on your mouth with his neck. He hasn't even started thrusting yet and he has you at his mercy.

"Are you hiding from me?" He laughs, so unbelievably irritating, especially when he has you in this position. You open your mouth to retort, but he grabs your hips and pulls out only to thrust back in.

"Chishiya!" It's halfway between a word and a moan, but he doesn't really mind how loud it is, lifting your knees up to the height of his shoulders, only to fasten the rhythm until it causes you to slump on top of him.

"You're not going to talk back to me?" He hums, and swallows a groan that you definitely noticed from resting your head so close to his neck.

"I—" You muffle another moan on the softness of his white jacket. "Stop teasing." You demand, as if it would change his incorregible behavior.

"But I love how flustered you get." He laughs, a small noise on the back of his throat, and you can feel the vibration as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in order to muffle an impending moan.

"Stay quiet." He reminds, but he doesn't stop his thrusts or his soft breaths on your neck, doesn't offer a hand on covering your mouth again since muffling your moans on his shoulder doesn't seem to work.

"C-Can't." You admit, through bitten back moans and soft whines that had the potential to be screams.

"You can." He pushes. He always adores pushing your limits, seeing how many you can take of his fingers, or how many orgasms until you beg him to stop, or in this case, how long until you are forced to scream out from the pleasure.

You kick at him from your very limited position he holds you up in. His hands under your knees, bringing them up to your chest to really be able to break you in half. He doesn't stop his thrusts, though, laughing lowly through your kicks and squirms and muffled whines.

It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling in the bottom of your tummy, a warmth that threatens to make you scream so loud that everyone in the building will know what you're up to (if they didn't, already). Chishiya can feel how you're tightening up around him, unfortunately, and he will never miss the chance to make you flustered.

"Are you close?" He whispers, and if you were able to look at his face you'd witness his signature smirk on his face.

"No." You reply, maybe a beat too fast, but you forget how well he knows you, how well he has studied your body, how well he has memorized the pulses of your pussy and the twitches of your stomach. He doesn't reply, he lets you think he believed your lie, only adjusting your body slightly in reply.

You keep muffling your sounds and digging your nails on his back for the next minute, though it feels like a long, agonizing hour has passed when he finally gets rougher, quicker, even if only by a split second. It's just what you need to get over the edge.

That is, until Chishiya lets go of your left knee, running his hand down your stomach and your heat until his finger grazes your soft, aching clit.

Just the soft touch makes your hips fly from the table to his, moaning with disinterest over who hears. He laughs, low and teasing, and pushes your head into the nape of his neck, but you can't hear anything over the blood rushing to your ears and your heavy pants as you reach your climax and cover his dick in slick white.

He doesn't stop the thrusts into you, and his breaths turn labored and heavy. He's close, you know by the way he seems tempted to bury his face on your neck too, by the way he almost curls into you, by the way that he has stopped laughing and resorted to panting into your ear.

"Are you close?" You bite back, now your turn to pull him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. He grunts back, so low you barely hear it.

It's not every day Chishiya seems so fixated on your body, almost like he also has something in his mind he wants to lose inside of you, so you know you'll take full advantage of it. You cup his face with one hand, bringing him close to you as you face his ear.

A breathy, pornographic moan of his name next to his ear is all he needs, and with no warning, he cums deep inside of you, staying still with a final thrust of his hips.

He stays inside of you for a couple of seconds, wrapping his arms around you. Only after both of your breaths have evened out and you stop shivering he cuts through the silence. "You know you have nothing to be scared of, right? Not while I'm here. I'll find the Jack."

"Mhm." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his eyebrows level, but the corner of his lip twitches up just barely, you're sure you caught it.

[mtcloudsworld]

Hi, I asked you a few days ago if you take requests I was too scared to bother you by sending an actual request. But would you do a Valentine’s Day smut/fluff for Jason x fem reader. Jason actually being super Sweet and romantic and spoiling her on Valentine’s Day, I know it’s late you don’t have to if you don’t want and thank you for responding to my question a few days ago 🤎🤎🤎

Awe please bother me!! 🥺

I really don't mind if you guys inbox me. If you have a request, wanna say hi or have a question, please don't be afraid to message me! I'm all ears 😁👍🏾

Sorry it took me so long to respond. It took me some time to muster up your request. I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you or anything. I did have something in my drafts and was having a hard time articulating the way I wanted it to go. Luckily your request came in clutch, I appreciate that very much.

I feel like my brain was going into a hundred different directions with this one 😂 please forgive me if it's not exactly what you wanted but believe me when I say I really tried.

I feel with Jason Valentine's Day is an every single day thing with him, I got nothing but love for that man.

Don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, also like and reblog if you want. Ty!! Enjoy lovebugs :) 🩷🦠

(p.s.) do y'all like regular fonts or tiny fonts? Please lmk your preference when it comes to reading. Hopefully everyone is on the same page, I know that'll kind of be hard because everyone reads differently but I'm curious either way.

- ☁️

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘; 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡⏜

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, vigilante/bf! JasonTodd, good ol' missionary, love making, oral (f receiving), lovey dovey, a little bit of masturbation, submissive, pet names: babe, baby, mamas, doll, love, sweetheart. This is a pretty long one, longer than I expected so please forgive me for that. Edited, but in case of any errors, ignore :) ty <3<3<3

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, hits his nose upon entering your apartment. The sight of your spacious living room made him freeze as it was pristine and polished...not at all clustered with clutter or seen as untidy like it usually does.

Junk mail shredded and thrown to the trash. The floor in every room vacuumed and mopped.

Rose petals along the floor.

Books and vinyls were placed on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. The numerous polyester blankets you loved collecting were placed in the wicker basket near the brown entertainment center.

The lamp beside the couch was dimmed low. A few candles lit around the space. Gentle, slow music played lightly through the record player.

On the coffee table was a box of assortments, chocolate covered fruit with a drizzle of white chocolate on top, two glasses of wine and a red heart shaped gift bag on the side.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy. Intimate and sacred meant for two. Undoubtedly, there was something so perfect and elegant about this space that it had his heart fluttering.

It was subtle and simple, it made him grow impatient wanting nothing more than to see you and hold you. After a day of patrolling, dealing with Bruce and so on, he couldn't wait to get home.

This morning, he gave you breakfast in bed, surprised you with six different banquets of flowers, a diamond necklace with matching studs and ring that had the words "my one and only," engraved around it. He went as far as to give you his debt card.

Now, you never liked to spend his money on anything. You didn't even like the fact that he was spoiling it on you, but because he was as stubborn as a mule, he had cleared out your schedule anyways. He scheduled an appointment at the spa to get your nails done and an appointment at the hair salon. Although you pouted out of appreciation and told him he didn't have to do that, he rebuttal with a kiss on your lips and said, "I would do anything just for you."

After a day of getting pampered, you figured since your schedule was cleared, it was the perfect opportunity to tidy up the place, make it all presentable with rose petals on the floor, some vanilla scented candles, dim lighting-- make it look intimate and homey. Setting a few gifts in line, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and red wine on the table. You wanted it to look perfect before Jason came home.

It had only taken two and a half hours to shower, drench yourself in vanilla scented soap, moisturize your soft skin with Shea butter and spray on some perfume. You applied on some mascara and blood red lip gloss before slipping on a little something something.

And while you got yourself ready and the night began to set, you hear the apartment door shut.

"Baby, I'm home!" Jason feels his body relax when he hears the sound of your soft hums coming from down the hall, "Be right there!" Presumably believing you were in the bathroom since your bedroom light was off.

While he occupied himself with placing his weapons in a nearby safe box and leaned down to untie his boot laces, he hears you emerge from out of the bathroom, down the short hall towards the living room. You find him hunched over by the door placing his shoes to the side.

"How was it tonight?" You ask.

He hears your steps grow slow, pacing around.

"Slow as fuck. Don't know why Bruce called me in when he could've been back home with Selina. There was barely anyone out tonight." He states with slight irritation in his voice.

You nearly giggle as he continues to grumble underneath his breathe. When he stands up straighter, he's taken back by the sight of your appearance.

Suddenly breathless and speechless, his eyes scaled over your gorgeous anatomy moving around the coffee table to grab yourself a chocolate covered strawberry.

Jaw clenched and body slightly tense, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. He watches you approach the end of the sofa and perch yourself up on the armrest of the couch. Your soft, glowing legs crossed one over the other as you take small bites at the sweet fruit.

Flushed and piqued, his eyes grew wide from beneath the helmet. In all your glory, you looked so plushy and soft as your body was snugged in a sexy cherry red two piece lingerie.

It's material hugged around the bust of your tits, giving them an extra lift from the band underneath. Your nipples were hard from the lukewarm air seeping through the vents, causing them to surface through the thin fabric. The delicious sight of the thong hugging around the curves of your hips and richness of your thighs made you look all so yummy.

More yummy than that damn chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth right about now. He thought.

You nodded towards his direction, smiling a little when you noticed he hadn't moved an inch since you made eye contact, but, was just standing there, staring at you. "Need some help taking that off, handsome?" You say teasingly, impressed and aroused by the newly improved suit branded in all black hugged and defined every muscle and thick part of his anatomy. The symbolic red bat emblem placed in the middle of his chest, some pieces of his suit were still kevlar and others were leather.

He chuckles, finding himself stunned by you entirely. He thinks he might go insane just by the way you were looking at him. Ruin you and devour you. He had to take a moment to register your words, finding it hard to focus on anything but you.

"Uh, well....that's if you're up for the challenge, babygirl." He reckons, the modulator within the helmet making his voice ten times deeper than usual. "Otherwise, I'll gladly strip this off for you."

"Mmm, a strip tease? I believe you got me there, baby." You purred, tilting your head to the side curiously. The sound of clicking is heard, hissing from underneath causing pressure to be released. His hands reach up for the red helmet, slipping it off carefully to reveal his head.

"Personally I think that option would be more... sexier." You thought out loud allowing your shiny red lips to wrap seductively around the berry and deliberately suck on the chocolate.

He releases a deep chuckle as he sets the helmet to the side. His short black and white streak hair sexily tousled and curly from the humidity of the helmet.

The sight of his handsome face and those piercing sapphire eyes made you feel a storm brew from within, butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach, your nerves tingling. You felt a wave of excitement circulate through your system as he glances between you and the living room.

"I love what you did with the place."

He stood tall, glaring over your gorgeous profound frame. He doesnt take his eyes off you as he begins to slip the gloves off, setting them on a nearby shelf. Carefully unzipping the leather jacket, he slips it off and lays it to the side.

"I wanted it to look extra special for tonight."

Your words were sweet, too sweet, to the point, his own teeth were about to rot. Effortlessly, you had him in a chokehold, you lived rent free in his mind. With all your cuteness, your down right innocence and flaws, you had a way of tugging at his heart strings.

Like any other time, you always found yourself swooned at the sight of him. Whether he's in armour, shirtless with grey sweatpants, roaming around here in only boxers or just outright naked, his fine ass could never fail to amaze you.

You fell hard for Gotham's most favorite vigilante.

The way he treats you, cares for you, makes you feel like a queen, practically worshiping the ground you walk on and then some, he would do just about anything to see you smile again and again and again-- he had your heart, and you had his.

"Hm, and this?" He points to the lingerie you were currently settled in, walking up to you with his hands buried in his pockets.

"Oh this? I bought it after I got my hair and nails done. Which thank you by the way, it was very much needed." You stated twinkling your fingers his face. "I figured I'd give it a shot," you shrugged intentionally running your hands over your body, "I wanted to see how it looked on me and honestly I think I made the best decision in my life, don't you agree?"

Purposely wanting his eyes to stay on you at all times, you stood up from your seat to give a little spin. It was slow and cruel as your hands roamed down along your sides to the band of your thong, fingers curling underneath the band to then hear them smack against your skin from the tight restriction. His eyes examined closely with a low hum in satisfaction at the sweet roundness of your ass cheeks.

"So, what do you think?~ You like it?" You chimed in a sing-song tone.

"Hm, I do," He draws you closer, your hands resting at the tops of his shoulders to feel his own squeeze at your sides and slowly draw lower, pressing you possessively against his hard torso. The tip of his nose brushes against your cheek, delicately planting kisses to your skin feeling how your flesh begins to heat up. He whispers into your ear "In fact, I love it on you so much, I just might fuck you in it."

You'd be lying if you said that wasn't your plan from the beginning. However, somewhere in your goofy mind, you didn't think it was gonna be this soon.

He kissing along your cheek and adventuring to ghost over your lips. He feels you lean into his embrace, reaching up on the tops of your tippy toes to place your delicate hands along his face, he engulfed every ounce of you.

With half lidded eyes, Jason watches how your lashes kiss at your cheeks, brows scrunched at the savoring taste of mint and chocolate on each other's tongues made you moan softly. With each peck, the kiss grew deeper and deeper. With needy intent, his fingers began to dig into your flesh, groping at the fat of your sides.

"God, you smell so good." He murmurs between kisses. Burning with desire, your heavenly intoxicated touch made it so hard for him to detach from you. It left him breathless, forgetful and completely immersed in the presence of you.

It was the kind of intoxicated that made things feverish and desperate, lips feeling more like petals as they move in sync with his. Intoxicating to the point you had him grunting lowly, growling a little as he starts to become greedy.

Everything moved so swiftly as he laid you on the couch. His massive body proceeding to loom over you. You giggle as he tries to follow in pursuit, smiling a little while he leaves a trail of kisses up the navel of your torso.

Laid beneath him in a vulnerable state, your hands were above your head feeling breathless and overwhelmed. You couldn't process everything at once as you felt like the predator had caught its prey in one go.

You observe how his large palms effortlessly veiled around the bust of your breasts. Squeezing them with a gentle yet firm grasp, his thumbs graced ever so gently over your nipples in circular motion. Attentive to the shaky exhale, he notices how your buds become swollen and hard. Taking one in his mouth, he sucks on it gracefully while he teases and pinches the other.

Although you were growing anxious, impatient and needy, you found yourself staring at the boxes of fruit.

"Mmph, jason?"

"Mm'yes baby?"

Your nipple pops from out of his mouth, going in to give the other a lick, he proceeds to leave more kisses down your navel. Mentally thanking God for every imperfect perfect flaw he had placed along your body.

"Shouldn't we...ah, shit...put the fruit away before they melt?"

Jason was too enthralled, in his own little world, to worry about that damn fruit. The way you were worrying your pretty little head over the littlest things had him chuckling wholeheartedly.

He was too bothered to say a word as he was preoccupying himself with your cunt. It looked like a beautiful sloppy mess after he pulled the thong to the side. To see your pretty little pussy glisten under the dim lighting, had his dick twitching in his pants.

"I don't want them to melt...if we...don't put them... Oh my god..." You gasp out of surprise when you feel something soaking wet and warm lapping at your cunt. Gripping onto the cushions, your body tenses as you grew a frown on your face. "Ooh Jason" He spots the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing altered and had grown rapidly.

He moans at the taste of you, closing his eyes to concentrate on the way you lingered on his buds. As large as his hands were, you felt comfortable in the warm callous of his palms. Holding your thighs wide open in place, Jason caresses your skin lovingly while he coaxes you in a deep trance, completely wiping your mind clean as you focused on the way his mouth maneuvered.

It left you speechless, surprised, mind blown, mouth gaped open at the wet muscle gliding between your folds and over your clit. You felt frozen in place, gripping at the cushions as you moaned his name in bliss.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby."

Relentless and quenching for thirst, the more he inhaled your scent and continued to wallow in it, he found himself growing careless while he devours you.

Your arousal messily drips from around your thighs onto the sofa. You nearly clench your legs closed to the weird sensation of smacking, slurping, squelching and gushing from your pretty little hole.

As he latches his mouth around your lower lips, he dips two fingers into your heat. The vibrations of his grunts sends a tickling sensation to your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh steadily in place, feeling a surge of shivers go down your spine when you feel him pull away.

"Mhm, there you go, baby, that's it, just relax for me." He instructs, watching as your head lulls back in the armrest, shoulders slumped as you tug at the cushions.

"Focus on me. Focus on the way I make you feel, feels good now doesn't it?" You nod, humming in response. "Good...you always got your mind wondering about the littlest things, sweetheart." he chuckles observing how your body responds to him, hips bucking for more. "As much as I love you catering to me, tonight I just want it to be all about you. You deserve to relax, to feel good, you deserve to shut your brain off and let me take care of you. Let me treat you to something more soft and sweet. I wanna make sure you're at peace. You deserve to enjoy yourself, mama. You think you can you do that for me?"

You nod but he grunts in disapproval, "use your words, y/n, I wanna hear you say it."

"G-God yes, I can do that." You moaned.

Jason's fingers enter inside your leaking cunt, long and intruding, he thrusts them into your gummy walls. Feeling your sticky walls contract around his digits, he hums pleasing to her sucking him further in, each time getting deeper and deeper. Receiving a glossy shine from your arousal, he smirks moving forward between your thighs.

He takes charge effortlessly controlling and molding your body the way he wants. Massaging at your calves, up around your knees to your thighs where he skims his fingers down and over the inner parts of your thighs and around your hips.

The tips of his fingers reaches towards the curve of your breast, fondling and playing with your hardened nipples, he feels you start to move against him. His tongue thrusting in and out of you, you begin to moan loudly as you swivel your hips to match his pace.

"How does that feel baby? Feels good? Am I doing okay?" His voice grew an octave lower, deeper and raspier than before.

He was near the brink of wanting to ravenously eat you out the more he inhaled your essences. He felt your hands begin to tug at his hair and whine and whimper to the nibbling of teeth at your neck, tasting your perfume along his buds.

"S-So good, you're treating me so well." You stutter.

Groans and moans grew intense, finally giving in and throwing in the towel. Your body submits to the need of yearning, allowing him to stubbornly tend to your aching need.

He took his time appreciating, glorifying, worshiping your body and you as whole. He knew the right words to say, ones that made you feel bubbly inside. He knew how to make a girl feel special.

You always found yourself worrying about something or someone. You could never catch a break. You could never just take a breather for once. But that's what he wanted from you, for you to catch a break. To let someone else take the reins for once and just let you lay back and relax.

At some point you felt so weak and helpless emitting these pathetic whimpers as he slowly took his time to cherish you. But you couldn't help it, that's just how you felt, you were vulnerable underneath his care.

"M'gonna cum, Jay..." You stifled, arching into him.

"Mm, go on baby, cum for me." He instructs benevolently.

Once you release your final shakey exhale, your eyes fluttered close. Your lower abdomen churns and twists as if a knot had become undone, the rushing feeling of liquid exiting from out of your entrance spurts all over his fingers, a creamy substance coating them prettily.

"Mhm, there you go, baby. Such a good girl." He praises, licking your cum from off his fingers and down from your center. "Damn, you taste sweeter and sweeter every time." He murmurs, cleaning the rest of the mess you made before planting a kiss.

"Mm, off...please," you demand eagerly.

"Heh, needy baby?" He puzzles, pecking your lips repeatedly with an amused yet teasing tone to his voice.

"Very." You say trying to search for an opening any where in his suit.

"Okayokayokay! Hold on, love. Patience." He laughs prying your hands away from his body.

You watched as he strips of his suit, when he feels your gaze on him, he turns to you with a mischievous smirk, eyes filled with lust. "How you want it, baby?" He asks voice sultry as he kisses between your jaw and neck.

"Like this," you respond, pouting. "I wanna see your face."

"As if you don't see this face enough, every single day." Brushing his hair from out of his face, he groans to the feeling of his hand wrapped around his dick. Thick and long, precum protruding from his pink mushroom tip, you glimpse at the way his thumb begins to smear it around the tip and along his shaft, collecting salvia halfway, he slowly strokes himself off.

"When we have sex it's different. It's more intimate and sweet, gratifying even." You say seductively, biting on your lip.

Pussy beginning to ache and throb at the sight of him. Your delicate fingers draw south of your body like a magnet, gliding them between your folds, up and down and around your clit, you start to apply more pressure.

He notices you start to work yourself through, twitching in the palm of his hand, he glares over the way you handle yourself with such elegance.

Silky and sultry, he's vigilant to the way you moan his name, persuading him to come closer with just one single look.

Gradually with close and careful precision, the tip of his dick asserts itself inside you. Inch by inch, the girth of him painfully yet pleasing stretches you out.

Immediately groaning at the tightness, you praise him for the way he completes you, fulfilling every inch till he was half way in.

He fitted right on in like a missing puzzle piece clearing the void perfectly with the roll of his hips.

With a blissful sigh, your head goes back.

Welcoming the agonizing warmth through your body, your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. As you focus on the way he thrusts in and out of you steadily, slowly you try to adjust to his size, cursing underneath your breath, "F-fuck it's been too long. You're so big, baby." You whimper.

"I know, baby, I i know, just relax for me, m'kay?" he coos burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Danity hands running past his shoulders, the rippling effect of his muscles beneath your fingertips to then wrap your arms around him completely, drawing him closer.

Eyes fluttering shut the scent of his heavy cologne and gunpowder overwhelms you, traces of your kisses left on his shoulder and neck, your right hand moves towards the roots of his hair, curling around his silky strands.

Veiny hands brushing between the ends of your thighs to the roundness of your ass, your knees bend and legs open a little bit more for him to bottom out. His cock domineering into the dark enclosed space, he feels you pucker around the base of his dick, sucking him in deeper and deeper till he reached your pillowy cervix.

Your beautiful raunchy melodies grew louder and louder with every passing minute.

"Shit, Jay yes, right there."

Moaning his name repeatedly, his pace accelerates, hips starting to rut in rhythmic motion. Breaths bated, heavy grunts and cursing underneath his breath, he listens to you begin to wail as your nails dig into his skin. Skin slapping skin from the result of his hips pounding into yours, the continuous squelching of your arousal coaxes around your thighs with a fervor.

Nose ghosting over your pulse, he hums at the increase of your heart beat, lips placing a delicate kiss to the inimate space, he hears you start to speak gibberish.

"Fuck... I love you, I love you so much."

Without second thought, your words overflow like a fountain.

Joyously overcame with the idea of being adorned and desired from someone worth loving. You chose him out of all people, you chose him to be the love of your life.

And hearing those three little words slip from out of your mouth, made his movements go slow.

Eyes shot open and wide, he swears his heart just skipped a beat.

Flushed out of shock, his head stayed at the base of your neck. You, however, continued to hold him. Knowing that your words were gonna come off as unexpected and sudden, you didn't want to let him go, you weren't going to allow him to run away from the fact that the moments you've shared together wasn't all for nothing. That feeling that scared the living shit out of both of you was there.

Jason was terrified to say it. Maybe because he didn't ever want to run into the possibility of his lover being taken away from him? How his lifestyle is, he never had the problem of losing anything but when he met you, it was different. There was a chance, a possibility, that you could be gone in a blink of an eye. It was hard to fathom how someone, like you, could be so precious and yet so sweet, live in a world that was all dark and gloomy, his world, specifically. It didn't add up and didn't make any sense why you stayed with him after knowing what he does, after knowing about his messed up past and who his family truly was and what he was all about. How could you have stayed all this time?

There was silence.

You feel his head lift to give you a studied gaze, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs stroke at his scarred face.

He leans into your embrace, his forehead meeting yours, nose brushing against yours, his breath bated just as much as yours. This unfamiliar emotion growing deep within his chest made him suddenly shy, eyes flickering between yours with swollen gaped lips.

"It's okay, Jay, you can say it." You coerce in a hush tone, glancing between his orbs.

He completely melts into you, his gaze softening with grace and adoration.

"I love you, y/n," He utters, feeling his chest tighten. "I love you so much. I love you with fiber in my body. I love you to the point of living...to the point of death." His jaw clenched, swallowing hard. "Fuck... you make me feel so alive...I couldn't lose you to anything, baby, I can't...you'd be the death of me."

All you could do was smile and reach in to give him a sloppy kiss.

Like countless times before he proves himself right.

Without even telling you, you knew from the way he cared for you time after time again that he's always loved you and vise versa of course. You knew deep down inside he loved you from the start. It was evident in the way he kept engaging with you, there was consistency, constantly making effortless eye contact with you and attentive to you mentally, physically and emotionally. He loved you past your flaws. Equally, you both loved how you two just connected with a snap of a finger.

Even after this moment you were so sure of his promise-- his oath, that you were his one and only.

And after a few rounds of endless love making, intensive fucking and tainting each other's skin, Jason and you were tangled up on the floor with your backs against the couch. While opening the last bit of gifts, a polyester blanket covers your lower halves as you feed each other chocolate covered fruit and sip on some wine.

Aside from the necklace you'd gotten this morning, you received a pair of your favorite shoes. You've been keeping your eyes on them for awhile now. They were expensive as hell and you were just waiting for them to get on sale.

Jason, however, went ahead and bought them without hesitation. He also bought a couple of outfits to even complete the look. You'd receive a goody basket of all your favorite snacks, a big stuffed teddy bear and another vinyl to add to your collection.

For Jason, he was gifted another book from a vintage store, a brand new pair of shoes since the last ones were starting to get a little raggedy, two matching hoodies and sweatpants, and a recipe book that he had been meaning to get but completely forgotten about it.

When the boxes were all empty and red wrapping paper was all over the place, he noticed one more sitting on the coffee table by the half empty bottle of wine.

"I'm assuming this one's for me?" He points, cocking a brow at you.

You frown following his gaze.

"Oh shit, yeah, that's yours alright." You confirm stuffing your mouth with a gummy bear, propping your arm up on the couch and resting your head in your hand.

He chuckles with a shake of his head, reaching for the red heart shape bag and settling back down beside you.

You study carefully as he starts to pull the paper from out of the bag. Expecting to see the present right then and there, he scoffs when he lifts the box in his hand.

"What did you get me, woman?" He grumbles playfully, putting the bag and paper to the side.

"Open it and you shall find out." You state smartly drawing closer to him with anticipation.

The last gift you'd gotten him was a military dog tag, a locket with a picture of you and him inside it. It captured the moment when he had asked you to be his girlfriend in midwinter. Around the falling snow at a nearby park. There was a wide smile on your face when you had said yes. Jason was so nervous that day, he thought he was going to shit his pants.

Beside it was a silver sterling ring with gold edges around it and along the inside of it were the words "forever mine" engraved on it.

Although he wasn't the kind of person to lavish in jewelry, this was something worth showing off... aside from you of course.

He looks to you with gratitude, leaning in to give you a passionate kiss, you move half way. Your noses brush before your lips collide.

The lingering taste of pineapple kiwi from the candy along your tongue evolves in his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

Sucking the sweetness off your lips, his hand wraps around your neck, engulfing every sense of you as your mouths moved leisurely.

"I love you." He whispers once more, after parting from you.

Observing the sparkle in your eyes under the candle lighting, he notices the smile across your face grew wider, nudging your nose against his sweetly.

"I love you too, Jason. Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Masterlist | 𝕾𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Boxer X PR Manager Reader (G/N)

This idea was my main reason I started a Yandere blog so I hope you enjoy! (Pssss if you like this one check out my other stuff :3)

Trigger warnings! Violence ,Obsessive behaviour , Yandere behaviour, This is all fictional I do not condone any unhealthy behaviour irl !!!

🦷 Yandere Boxer who's an actual beast in the ring. He's known for being a one hit wonder if the opponent winds him up enough in the build up to the match.

🦷 Yandere Boxer who's been accused of cheating multiple times with how hard he can punch, which is never true. He's just too strong!

🦷 Yandere Boxer who's so aggressive in the ring and hates interviews so the public mainly see him as some thug! Which Yandere Boxer didn't mind and till opponents will drop out or avoid fighting him. Now that's an issue...

🦷 That's when Yandere Boxer's team gets a PR manager, you.

🦷 Yandere Boxer felt a little bad for you, you definitely had a challenge ahead but you seemed determined.

Yandere Boxer was in the gym lifting dumbbells. His music blaring in his ears till he noticed a smaller figure stand next to him. "What are you doing?" Yandere Boxer asked, an eyebrow raised. "I thought this would help us get to know eachother!" You say with a smile before starting to lift your weights. Yandere Boxer couldn't help but noticed how small yours were compared to his, it was cute.

You struggled a little to lift your dumbbells above your head. Closing Your eyes you try and push through, your shaking arms suddenly feel supported. You open your eyes to see Yandere Boxer gently holding your arms. "Your form is wrong, you're going to hurt yourself." He said but it was less rude more....caring. "Here. Like this" He guides your arms down and up again slowly "remember to breathe" Yandere Boxer said way too close to your ear, had he been getting closer?

🦷Since then Yandere Boxer likes you being at the gym with him. Even if you just talk to him instead of working out. (Though he loves watching your small form struggle to keep up with him)

"That's it!" You say while taking notes sitting on the floor next to the boxing ring. Yandere Boxer hooks the guy he's sparring around the face fast, knocking him to the floor. Walking out the ring quickly. "What is it?" Yandere Boxer asked his voice is so deep it's hard to hear emotions but you can tell he's eager. "We show your passion! Make you more human!" You say excitedly.

🦷 Yandere Boxer doubted it would work but he's not big in social media so he let you take the lead. And oh boy where you right!

🦷 Yandere Boxer who went viral with his new campaign before a fight. A lot of people found him quite attractive, there was even thirst edits of him!

🦷 Yandere Boxer who was feeling the happiest he had been for awhile! And till he found out you managed other people D:

"Who are they?" He doesn't sound angry but he's definitely in your space. "Influencer mainly... you're my most famous client!" You say trying to calm him down. "I'll pay double." He said too fast. "Elijah.. it's not about the money." You say quietly. "Then is it me!? Am I too boring!? Too quiet!?" He yells, you've never heard him yell. You covered your ears in pain. "Oh (name) forgive me, It's okay I'll fix this" Yandere Boxer pulls you close rubber your back. You were so surprised at this sudden change.

🦷 Yandere Boxer who's got another match. You lay of your sofa with some snacks watching the start, to your absolute horror when he takes of his robe there's a tattoo on his collarbone. With your name on it!?

🦷 Yandere Boxer that when he won took the microphone "(Name) I just wanted to say I love you and I'm going to do better and be the best for you."

While the whole crowd cheers you're on the edge of your seat completely stunned.

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Teacher Haseul x Boyfriend Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: ass eating, pussy eating, body worship, missionary creampie, loving relationship

Word Count: 957

not proofread, wanted to write a small little piece for Haseul after yesterday.

You and Haseul laid in a compromising position, her legs laid spread apart a few inches. Feet digging into the plush carpet of the shared bedroom. She always looked beautiful in her uniform, a white button up shirt that was cropped a few inches. The handbag that holds her students work.

You and Haseul liked to keep her outfits on during sex, only removing the bare essentials. Those being her tight jean shorts, now resting on the ground, the only other thing that needed moving was her panty hose. Resting just below her thick ass, your favourite part of her body. You were the luckiest man in the world, tongue trailing on her cheeks. Admiring her curves, squeezing them firmly reveling in your ability to worship her.

"Tell me about your work honey." You asked, unable to see anything outside of darkness. Haseul's skirt acted as a curtain, eyes being kept in the shadows. Removing one of your few senses, not the one that matters to you. Kissing her inner cheeks, "Same old shit, students too busy using AI to even pay attention to my course! Why even come at that point?!" She ranted, this was not the first time you've heard of this plight. In fact you've been in this position before, just last week you were on your knees like this.

"That sucks" You said, letting her rant as your tongue finally pressed against her asshole. There was always an art to these things, like her lectures you heard of. You wanted to get a perfect grade, your tongue laid flat as you licked into her ring of spongey flesh.

"Yeah! It's so fucking stupid - oh my god that feels so good - Like why even show up?!" Haseul complained, cut off by your frantic worship. Her ass was mindblowing, a divine pinnacle of architecture sculpted by the gods. You gave her your offering, in the form of eager strokes. Her backdoor now wet with saliva, her body involuntarily backing up into you. "I can't help all the students! - keep going fuck Y/N! - but I wish they would put the effort in!" She continued.

Haseul's cunt was begging for attention, leaking her essence all over your chin. "Look how needy you are Haseul, dripping on me" You growled, alternating between her holes. Both were equally inviting as you dived in, no longer using your hands for support. Mindlessly devouring every inch as she took your eager tongue.

The juxtaposition between Haseul holes was mind boggling, her juices were mature. Coating your tongue with her taste "You always taste so good Haseul, I love you." You growled, voice being smothered by her body, barely audible but it still reached her ears "I love you Y/N! Keep going honey!" Vocals thick with desire, breaking up as she choked the words out.

You weren't going to deny Haseul's requests, a goddess deserves it's reward. Mouth sealed on her pussy as you sucked her folds, focusing on her pleasure alone. Your tongue pressed inside her, rubbing her clit with your fingers. Your tongue was deep and deliberate, a stark contrast to your earlier actions.

"Keep going honey, you are so good at this.." Haseul groaned, melting in the pleasure of her boyfriend. You were starving and she was the cure, her strong and unique taste was the only thing you wanted at this moment. Your hand cusped her ass, delivering firm slaps as she screamed. "I'm gonna cum baby! Fuck!" You slurped frantically as she grinded her folds violently, a gutural moan releasing from your core as she gushed over your body. She was hurled into ecstasy, her thighs closed around you. Squeezing you against her.

You withdrew, a job well done as you finally saw your handy work. Her shirt clung to her back, her unobscured skin shiny against the light of your bedroom. "Haseul honey, are you able to go another round?" You asked, hand stroking her exposed back.

"Yeah, fuck me Y/N." You dropped the clothes still clinging to you, exposing your cock to the air. You flipped Haseul over, appreciating her beauty. The way her hair clinged onto her face, glasses dislodged as they sat on the bridge of her face. Her bottom lip puffed and bruised as she gnawed on it.

You pushed in gently, a shared gasp as inches disappeared into her wanting hole, gripping onto your shaft as you bottomed out. "You always feel so good Haseul." You let out, voice dim as you focused on her. Every ounce of pleasure was explosive, jolting through every fibre of your being.

Your hand found Haseul's tie her eyes looking up in shock as you yanked, her lips met yours as you devoured her mouth. The soft taste of sugar from her lip gloss, tongue deeply exploring her wet cavern as she tasted her holes on you. While your length rested in her, pace slow while you two shared saliva.

You two were no strangers to missionary, doing it whenever there was a free time. But she never stopped feeling incredible, your hips pistoned faster now, her cunt accepting everything you gave it. "I love you Haseul, every part of you." You moaned out, breathing against her lips.

"I love you aswell! Make me cum!" Haseul moaned, she squeezed the life out of you as you gasped. Mere inches from cumming. Time ran thin as you savoured the last few moments. "I'm cumming! Cum with me Haseul!" You shot ropes into your girlfriends loving pussy, the crevices filled with your cream. Haseul came around you, leaving both of you shaking.

"Thank you love, you make this whole shitty job worth it." Haseul said, as you two stayed connected for a few minutes.

[starpoweredv1b]

okay but double vag with the LADS men?? Like imagine getting sandwiched between 2 possessive men like Xavier and Caleb omg

double vag as innnn like dp in one hole??? anon...idk if my account is at that level of depraved just yet 😞 (i have talked about way worse) i'm kidding!! ty for the ask!!

being sandwiched between the two most possessive men in LADS is both a blessing and a curse. a blessing with how warm their bigger and sturdier bodies are pressing against you, the way their fingers trace and grab at your softer flesh, and definitely the way you can feel their need for you pressing so honestly against your thighs.

and a curse with how they're both finding ways to stand out at the expense of your insanity. the amount of times you have cum evident in the puddle on the ground mixed with their sticky cum. you were a fucked out mess, eyes glazed and brain absolute mush. your fingernails gripping onto Xavier's shoulders as Caleb's thicker cock slides in from behind. your thighs shook around his waist as the familiar rhythm of wet plapping sounds resumed.

"mngh...too much...need a break..."

you'd whine against Xavier's ear, only for Caleb to pull your head back by your throat, arms flat against the curve of it.

"come on pip-squeak hff- ompetition isn't over ngh- until you pick the winner. but you k-keep forgetting, hm? already too f-fucked out, aren't you?"

he'd pant in his usual taunting tone as Xavier's eyes narrowed at the exchange.

"well, maybe there's a way to solve it, darling. you can feel both of us at once for a fair evaluation..."

he'd say as he squishes your jaw between his fingers to bring your adorable face back to him. and you'd feel the tip of his still hard cock rubbing over your puffy clit, as he lets Caleb hold you up. he'd kiss you deeply, tongue erotically swirling against yours as his free hand lines his tip against your filled hole.

"you can take it, can't you, darling? you wouldn't want to be a...hff- fuckk- a biased judge?"

he'd half whimper as he pressed his tip inside. your eyes widened at the stretch, tightening initially from the unfamiliarity of having two cocks in one hole. Caleb would pepper kisses down the sides of your neck and shoulder, as xavier pushes deeper. your voice was getting louder as the stretch continues, both men stilling for a bit for you to adjust which didn't take too long from how prepped you are from how long the three of you have been going at it.

"s-so tight...s-so perfect..."

he'd groan out, teeth clenched as their cocks glided over each other within your deliciously tight walls. the sensation was driving the three of you to the point of no return, your ears were beginning to ring from how full and good it felt to have two cocks thrust into you in tandem. your sweet spongy spot rubbed over and over again with barely any breaks. all it took was the firm clamp of teeth on the shell of your ear and a calloused finger against your erect clit for the coil within you to snap for the umpteenth time, drenching the front of Xavier's pretty abs with your release. the feeling of you squeezing both of them tighter and against each other had their eyes rolling as they both pumped their full loads inside you.

as they both ease out of your gaped fluttering hole, Caleb would gently set you down on your shaky legs so that he could readjust and lift you in his metal arms bridal style as Xavier stroked away your sweaty hair that clung to your forehead.

"shit...never came so hff- much in my hff- life, pip-squeak. winner of today might just be you."

[ladylokianna]

You will be me.

Characters: Targtowers brothers, but mostly Aemond (quite OOC). Warnings: 18+, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mention of child death and child trauma, mention of death, sleep paralysis and panic attack, Aegon being a good brother and a good husband. Aemond a bit softer than usual, but I'm a softie for his soft side even if this is buried deep within him. Notes: I had outlined this little fic a month or so ago but it had been lying silent in my work in progress folder for a lack of inspiration and because I'm currently absorbed by another Hotd project. Except that a message from @lyssaelisa [this is for you, btw 💙] about Aemond's supposed (and perhaps nonexistent) uncle-like inclinations led me to pick up the draft again and torture this poor wretch some more just because I can.

PLEASE DON'T REPOST and please be gentle, english is not my first language and I'm quite rusty.

Words:3515 (also on AO3) Dividers: as always, the dragon divider belongs to @zaldritzosrose the thin green dividers belongs to @targaryen-dynasty

The shield creaks under the pressure of the spiked mace before shattering into several pieces with a sharp clang: he raised it at the last moment, just a second before the blow vibrated by Ser Criston landed on his skull instead of on the wooden shield.

He gets up quickly, furiously throwing what remains of the shield to the side, noticing the chattering and astonished exclamations of the courtiers observing his daily training only when the ringing in his ears finally subsides. In addition to the astonished gaze of the spectators, however, he notices that the attentive gaze of his mentor is also upon him.

"You are not focused." 

Criston's voice, stern but veiled with concern, comes to him muffled, distant, as if he were speaking to him through a wall.

"...what?"

"That blow could have killed you. Whatever the distress is, you must keep it at a distance when you have a weapon in your hand! Need I remind you that we are no longer playing with wooden swords?"

No, there was no need: for him the time for childish games has been over for years, though perhaps it would be more accurate to say there was never a time for him to play. "I don't know about you, Ser Criston, but I have a very different idea about play." he replies coldly. He politely declines with a nod of his head the shield a young page is handing him and grabs the sheath of his sword leaning against the wall, placing the weapon back in it as the chattering stops abruptly. "We are not done." "You are not, I am."

He walks through the courtyard with wide strides, returning into the castle and ignoring anyone who stands on his path, to lock himself in his rooms, locking every access.

He does not want to see anyone.

He does not want to hear anyone.

He ignores Ser Criston who has reached him, he ignores his mother, he even ignores Aegon who is trying to figure out what has gotten into him.

They are all outside his door, but he answers to no one.

He has been staring at the ceiling and its elaborate patterns for a while now: physically he's in that room, but with his mind he is wandering elsewhere. To the beach at Driftmark where it all began, to Vhagar's reaction above the skies of Storm's End and Daemon's retaliation, to Helaena's tears and Aegon's shattering rage. Perhaps they don't say it openly, no one dares, but somehow he knows that he is the one everyone blames for the massacre.

An unpleasant taste of acid rises up in his throat, and the burning sensation that follows brings him abruptly back to reality: he suddenly recovers, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand and only then remembering that he is not in his quarters, but in Sylvi's personal room at the brothel. There are no secret passages left open, no stolen coins, no more stench of piss and garlic of whoever tried to kill him.

"...Aemond?"

He averts his gaze from the ceiling and lays it on Sylvi, then observes, somewhat angered, how his body has decided to betray him despite the fact that usually the mere thought of her soft, welcoming forms is enough to ignite his senses.

"Sorry." he mumbles as if to apologise, resisting the urge to reach for the sheets to cover himself.

He feels Sylvi's warm hand moving up his thigh and stopping just above his groin, her lips brushing his stomach: she smiles at him understandingly and brings her hand back between his legs, trying once more. In vain.

"That's enough." he stops her gently, and Sylvi lies down by his side, waiting.

"What troubles you? If you wish to talk, I am willing to listen." she tells him, stroking his cheek affectionately. That touch reminds him of the first time he was in that room, of the thirteen-year-old boy he was and how understanding she was with him, to the point of lying to Aegon. If he got close enough, he would immediately remember the scent of her skin: a mixture of refined oils and something he can't describe but has always found soothing. "You're safe here."

It would be good to believe it, and the thought is so tempting. But if it was that easy for two henchmen to make it undisturbed all the way to the royal quarters of the Red Keep despite the guards, they would find no obstacle there.

"You can stay, you know."

He would do it again if he could. To remain all night, to abandon himself to her attentions and not think about anything, to let her take care of him. He shake his head and got out of bed, quickly dressing himself and handing her a bag of coins.

"... I think you are mistaken, my prince." says Sylvi. "I have done nothing of what you expect of me."

"Take it." he tells her, waiting for the woman to take the pouch from his hand: he has never treated her like a whore, never liked the idea of treating a woman as he has seen many other clients do, who humiliate brothel girls by throwing their fees on the bed, or worse on the floor.

Every woman is an image of the Mother...to be spoken of with reverence.

Sylvi gives him a smile and a nod, grateful, and looks at him as he adjusts the patch over his missing eye and the sapphire that fills his socket; somewhere in him still lives the tender, awkward little boy she met years before.

"Hmm?"

Sylvi's clear, intense eyes conceal something he can't recognise, and he doesn't know either what he hoped to find from her that evening, whether closeness and understanding or the temporary oblivion that pleasure offers.

"Thank you." was Sylvi's reply, in a whisper.

"That's fine, no need to thank me." he simply responds, before pulling the hood over his head.

Jaehaerys' bed has already been removed, as if that child had never existed.

But he has seen the blood-stained sheets, he has seen the mattress soaked in his nephew's blood, he has seen the horror of that night in Helaena's eyes, and in the fury with which Aegon tortured the slaughterer. He still has in his nostrils the sulphurous smell of Sunfyre's flames and the acrid, unnatural smell of a burning human body.

He stops at the threshold of the room, uncertain whether to enter or not: two grieving parents, one in the other's arms, Aegon's eyes red and veiled with grief.

Helaena's, dull. She merely remains motionless in Aegon's embrace, not reacting as he strokes her head, her hands entwined on her lap.

"...I wanted to spare you that procession but they didn't listen to me. Say something Hel, please. Come back to us, we need you."

He moves a step backwards determined to leave them alone not knowing quite what to do or say, and it is then that he felt two small hands grasp his: he lowers his gaze to meet Jaehaera's bright eyes, and in those eyes he reads too many questions he does not know how to answer because he knows there is no answer.

She gestures for him to take her up in his arms and he does so without hesitation, holding his niece close to him.

"What's wrong?" he asks her, without however receiving an answer, but only a glance and a caress on his cheek. A second later, Jaehaera takes his face in her small hands, resting her forehead against his. "Are you unwell?"

He does not dare to ask her if she is afraid, for he feels it: there is a tremor in Jaehaera's slender little body that is impossible to ignore.

"She no longer speaks, Aemond." Aegon begins. "My little girl doesn't speak anymore."

She hasn't spoken since that night, he explains to him shortly afterwards, ever since she saw the two men in the room and heard her brother die. Orwyle did all he could to help her, but certain mental pains are not as curable as physical ones.

Suddenly Jaehaera spreads her arms as if to imitate a pair of wings, and touches her chest.

"Morghul is still a little puppy, sweetheart, he's not yet ready to fly." Aegon interjects. But Jaehaera shakes her head, pointing a finger at Aemond's chest and redoing the same gesture with her arms. "You want to fly with your uncle?"

He looked at Aegon, then nodded approvingly, but waited for Helaena to give her permission with the child still in his arms.

All the way outside the royal chambers, Jaehaera does not take her eyes off him: she does not know it yet, but there is so much of her mother in her. The affection he reads in their eyes, the trust they put in him, their innate gentleness.

"You never flew with Vhagar before, didn't you? No, of course you didn't. She's huge, but she's good, you'll see."

When they arrive at Vhagar's, Jaehaera stretched out both arms towards the dragoness, giggling the same moment his majestic beast turns her head to look at them and let out a snort.

"Rytsas (hello), old friend." he smile, putting Jaehaera down. "Careful sweetling, let her sniff at you, there's no need to be afraid."

Soon, however, he notices that there is not an ounce of fear in her eyes: she lets Vhagar sniff her and then reaches out for her again, wanting to touch her.

"Give me your hand." he tells her, laying her little hand on Vhagar's muzzle and covering her with his own. "Can you feel her warmth? Yeah? You will feel Morghul's too. Look, she's watching you."

That ill-fated night had left a deep mark within her. Yes, the Red Keep was no longer a safe place -if it ever had been- and lately all it took for Jaehaera was a louder-than-normal noise to make her tremble with terror, but not with dragons. Never, with them. She must felt safe because unlike men, dragons were never purposefully evil.

"You are still too young to understand what I'm saying, but you're going to have a very strong bond with your dragon, Jaehaera. No other beast will understand you as thoroughly as Morghul will do with you: not a dog, not a cat. Nothing but your dragon." he say. "It will be beautiful, you'll see, beyond any imagination."

When he gets up again, he notices that Vhagar's eyes are now on him, and that she is looking as if she wants him to understand something.

"What? Come on, old girl, I'll take you to stretch your wings."

When he lifts Jaehaera onto the rope ladder, he assures her to stay calm because if she ever slips, he will be ready to catch her.

"Remember to fasten yourself to the saddle when one day you'll fly with Morghul, hm?"

She nods at his words, then leans forward, holding on to the saddle straps as her father had already shown her when she rode Sunfyre with him, leaving the handles free.

"Do you remember the command? Yes? Do you want to say it for me?" he asks her. Jaehaera looks at him, but remains silent. "That's okay, hun. You'll say it next time."

It took him a couple of moments to notice the figure next to his bed: he quickly grabs the dagger he keeps under his pillows and draws it, ready to strike a slash without a second thought.

"Jaehaerys!" he exclaims relieved, lowering the blade. "What are you doing here? You should be abed."

The nephew stares at him for a long time, without uttering a word.

"Are you alone?!" he asks him, stupidly. It is not that difficult to get lost around the Red Keep, especially for a child of his age, unaccompanied by anyone. "Did you get lost?"

He made a mental note to himself to point out to the nanny that she should pay more attention and prevent children and especially the heir to the throne from wandering around the castle without proper supervision.

Jaehaerys stretches out a small hand towards him, continuing to look at him insistently, letting him know that he is not there by mistake, he has reached his rooms on purpose.

"Let me accompany you back to your room." Aemond sighs, pulling the blankets aside and slipping on his boots. Jaehaerys takes his hand and guides him out of his rooms, through corridors plunged in darkness. Although he knows every corridor, every passageway, every inch of the Keep like the back of his hand, at some point -and he couldn't even say when-, Aemond loses his orientation, allowing himself to be led into an unfamiliar room illuminated by the faint light of candles and filled with the smell of beeswax and essential oils.

"Why have you led me here?"

The child points the table at the other end of the room, on which the veiled figures of the Silent Sisters, that he only seems to notice at that moment, have prepared a body awaiting its final journey. Inside a basket, beside the table, a sack stained with blood. And then, apart the smell of wax and oils, he could smell the metallic stench of blood and the darker one of death.

He still remembers when Daemon beheaded Vaemond Velaryon in the throne room, during that pathetic hearing, he remembers the strange and disturbing sound of Dark Sister making her way easily into Vaemond's flesh, he remembers the pool of blood on the floor and Helaena's horror-filled gaze: those moments, she confessed to him one day, often haunts her.

He took the hem of the cloth and lifts it slowly, discovering that the body lying there is too small to be the one of a man of the same size as Ser Velaryon, and Jaehaerys nods, as if to induce him to discover who is hiding under those bandages.

Seized by a strange sensation he obeys, drawing his dagger and unhesitatingly cutting through the bandages enveloping his head until the face of the body is revealed.

No, it was not Vaemond Velaryon, summarily executed for speaking a truth known to all and feared by his half-sister, but Jaehaerys.

He lets his gaze wander only a moment over Jaehaerys' pale little face before turning his head away, lest he should look at his coarsely stitched head, his bloodless lips and his features contracted into a perpetual grimace.

"No." he murmurs. "No, Jaehaerys, no. It... it can't be."

He was standing there beside him, they had just walked together. A couple of days before, they had spent an entire afternoon in the gardens, keeping Helaena ad Jaehaera some company.

"Don't pretend to be sorry, Uncle. Now look. Look at me." his nephew tells him, in a commanding tone and with words that for obvious reasons still don't suit him: something prevents him from looking away, and all he can do is standing there, looking at the corpse of an innocently dead child. "Look at what your actions have led to."

Admittedly, he had never been good at expressing his feelings, but the Gods knew that deep inside him he still loved those children.

He looked away as soon as Jaehaerys allowed him to, feeling his head heavy and his heart about to burst in his chest.

"Are you not satisfied, Aemond?" and it is his voice that is speaking to him. On the table, instead of Jaehaerys, is now him. The bloodless lips are his, the milky eye his, the pallor of death is on his skin. "One less obstacle in our path. One less."

"One less?" he repeats.

The corpse rises from the table and slowly gets closer, until he smells the revolting stench of its rotting flesh and looks into that vitreous eye. Its clothes are ripped and dripping with water, as is its hair, which seem entwined with what looks like... seaweed? In the left orbit, instead of sapphire, blood encrusts.

"Stay away from me!" exclaims, drawing his sword, and he receives in response a guttural laugh that vibrates deep into his gut.

"Your sword won't do you any good. I cannot stay away from you, Aemond, and you cannot stay away from me. I was you, and you will be me."

He swings the sword without a second thought, plunging it through the corpse or whatever that thing is with such vigour to sinking the blade to the hilt.

"Apparently you keep acting without thinking first..."

"I want the crown, but I never wished Jaehaerys to die!" he hisses, twisting the blade over and over as if to emphasise the point.

The other leans towards him.

"Keep telling yourself that. But we both know your heart is blacker than death." he whispers in his ear, laying a hand on his chest.

Aemond feels himself being pushed backwards,unable to put up any resistance. One step after another until the other pushes him sitting down.

He is in the throne room now, sitting on the seat that belongs to Aegon.

"This is what we crave, Aemond. This is what we long for. We are the younger brother who studies history and philosophy, we, who trains with the sword, we, who rides the largest dragon in the world. We should sit here. We earned it."

His reflection places the Conqueror's crown on his head and takes his face in its hands.

"King Aemond Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. This is what you long for. The throne, the crown, the power. Take it, Aemond. It's ours. It's yours."

Panic takes very few moments to take hold of him: he is awake, his eyes are open, but not a single muscle in his body responds to his commands. He feels his limbs heavy and wants to move and scream, but he cannot. He is trapped in his own body.

One less, Aemond.

Those words are echoing in his head in a kind of horrendous lullaby, and his body, already drenched in sweat, begins to shake violently. His breath is short, his heart is pumping like that first time he flew over Vhagar.

This is what you long for. The throne, the crown, the power.

Take it, Aemond. It's ours. It's yours.

He is no longer in the throne room, he is no longer in the Silent Sisters' chamber, but everything is whirling madly and the ringing in his ears intensifies as the seconds pass.

Is he about to go mad or is he about to die?

When he manages to move his legs again he gets out of bed, but his head throbs so loudly that he can no longer keep his balance and is forced to his knees, his hands pressing on his ears.

He catches his breath realising that he has been holding it involuntarily for several seconds, then he screams with all he had left in lungs: all the pain he has had to swallow and hide since he saw Jaehaerys' head in the sack and, afterwards, his funeral pyre.

He knows there is no time to call for help, and even if there were, who would ever come to his rescue?

Not his mother, that he has disappointed.

Not Aegon, that he should have supported.

Especially not Helaena, that he should have protected.

He will die there, on the floor of his rooms, crushed by the weight of a guilt that no one will ever be able to quieten.

I couldn't have... I couldn't have...

He keeps repeating it, his voice so faint that it disperses among the frantic pounding of his own heart.

He doesn't hear the door to the secret passage opening, nor the rustle of robes, but he still trembles uncontrollably even when he feels the warmth of two arms holding him and bringing him back to reality: it is Helaena, he recognises her by the affection she usually shows him, by the way she holds his head against her shoulder and brushes his damp hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"I'm sorry." he moans, without strength.

"It's not your fault."

"Let the Stranger take me." he adds clasping his dagger to his chest, when Helaena pulls him away to dive her worried gaze into his. "Let me… let me go..."

Helaena just hold him, but Aegon is everything that gentle. He tore the dagger out of his hand and slaps him twice on the cheek, grabbing his chin with rage and forcing him to look at him. In his eyes he has a burning look.

"Look at me, you twat. What the fuck were you thinking? Try it and I'll kick your arse all the way from hell, you hear me? Don't mess with me, Aemond. Whatever it is, don't you dare give up. Get your shit together, that Dragonstone cunt has to pay and I fucking need you. Because it's not your fault."

It's not your fault.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

the people need to know how -you- envision fem stan…. for science

(not suspicious)

so i'm answering this like. 2 months late so um.... oops JDHDHDHDBE

ANYWAY i decided to procasinate hard and do this instead so ENJOYYY

the dress: instead of their father's suit, which filbrick gave to ford directly for his future wedding, i imagine that after caryn dies, ford decided to take her (and filbrick's) clothes too and keep them in safe keeping along with other stuff from their parents, to one day figure out what to do with them. after stan takes over the shack, stan finds caryn's dress and tries to fit it on. it doesnt fit her, but hey thats what corsets and stitches are for! (i drew her corset-less here cuz itd be hot ok djdjdhdh)

the necklace: i wanted to incorporate stan's cipher wheel symbol in this drawing SOMEHOW and what better than a gold necklace? i think this is definitely belonged to their parents too and stan honestly mistaked it as a botched attempt at an eclipse (fits the Miss Terious vibes to be all about the moon and stars right?), until she realizes it matches their dad's fez😭

bracelets and earings: their caryn's. mommas girl. also ford has mommy issues so he hates seeing them

shoes: honestly made them match the cane so the colors wouldnt be so off balanced lmao

ring: fake diamond, almost gave ford a heart attack thinking his sister got married while he was gone, and he gets a heart attack when he realizes she did . in vegas. for a day😭 lame ass. its not even on the right finger

shes DEFINITELY more like caryn in this case

i think i also def see her wearing their dad's suit jacket when on work. i think she WOULD wear the fez and just a normal gold necklace, maybe even fake pearls for the real fancy shit, but i hate drawing that fez so you get my stupid improvised one jdjdjdn

ford: siscon

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Sgaeyl and Tairn defending Andarna and Violet like the proud parents they are in Chapter 53

Violet defending Andarna like the proud mama bear

My heart going from whole to broken in a single chapter

"I will not leave them unprotected." — THEM, he means both of them. Andarna and Violet, his heart💔.

"She is a credit to our riot," Sgaeyl hisses. — the way she defends Andarna… that’s a lot for Sgaeyl. And she defends Violet too, again! And she says OUR😭

"None of which is her fault, You set her up for what you consider failure when you left her here to be raised in the ways of the Empyrean." "You really want to yell at the massive unknown dragon?" Rhi whispers. "I do," I answer, looking straight at him. — remember in the first book when they said never look a dragon (especially one that isn’t yours) in the eye… yeah she broke that here. Even Rhi warns her. But it’s mama bear mode so…

"There is nothing wrong with her." — the way she defends herself in that line too… theirs nothing wrong with them. Violet or Andarna (cause they really are a mirror💞).

"We can never thank you enough for what you've done tonight in firing our wards, but if you've only come to point out all the ways you believe her to be lacking, you'll find Feirge's greeting warmer than mine." — YES VIOLET or should I say VIOLENCE 👏

"Your motives are honorable," he says. "That was what I was going to say before I was interrupted by the blue.— "Sgaeyl," Andarna corrects him, her tone a knife's edge softer than before. — even in that little line it shows how she loves her family and defends them too, even Sgaeyl harsh as she can be, that’s her Sgaeyl (help I love them too much🥺) — "Sgaeyl,"

"We are separated by many but share the same bloodline. Unlike the others you encountered who are of a more distant line, we are of the same den, or would have been had you been raised among us." — Andarna always wanted a den mate😭 she wouldn’t have waited 600 years

He's her family. My heart clenches. — CAUSE THEIR HER FAMILY NOT THE IRIDS😭😭😭 my heart is breaking.

I love you and I want you to feel complete — SHE FINALLY SAID I LOVE YOU… and she really does because she just wants her to live even at the cost of her feeling incomplete

All that's left is a gust of wind as her scales blend into the sky. —She turns black, her scales matching the sky like Tairn— A roar vibrates my very bones, and my ears ring as the edges of my vision darken. —Who is the roar from; Andarna or Tairn? Who is it for; Violet or Andarna? Does Tairn feel it? Gods forbid does Andarna?— My heart stutters, and my lungs cease their struggle. There's no air and no reason to seek it. —was it for Violet who stops breathing because something in her dies then too, infinite and nothingness, existing but without the sun— I was infinite yet moored, and now I'm hollow and adrift in waters too vast to comprehend. — and it’s not even Andarna who breaks it; she couldn’t do it, couldn’t leave her, that’s why she goes to Violet and realizes she can’t hear her or understand😭😭😭 …and then Tairn goes and lets Violet hear everything so she isn’t alone… and she has to survive, exist, live; for Xaden (even Tairn is fine with it if it keeps her alive, because he knows the grief too) it’s why Sgaeyl is furious and accuses Andarna of leaving — How could she do this? — she feels the pain Violet through Tairn feels, she’s a little mama bear too for Violet that time.

[houseofblve]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 (𝗈𝗅𝖽) 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾

𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗋

𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗑 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾

art, tashi, and patrick were sitting in the wine bar just down the block from their apartment, the kind of cozy place that practically begged you to spend hours chatting about nothing and everything. they’d just wrapped up their tennis tournament, and patrick was still on about how he’d lost.

"that guy’s serve was totally off," patrick grumbled, swirling his drink like it could somehow bring him better luck next time.

"and yet, you still lost," tashi shot back, not even looking up from her glass as she took a casual sip. She’d been hearing this for days now—patrick's obsession with his match.

"yeah, because that serve totally messed with my head," patrick said, defensively.

art raised an eyebrow. "not really an excuse when you lost two other matches."

patrick’s eyes narrowed. "well, not all of us can be the legendary art donaldson—or the 'duncanator.'" he gestured toward art dramatically.

tashi wrinkled her nose. "I swear, if you call me that again, i'm going to kill you."

the door to the bar swung open, and just like in some ridiculous rom-com, a woman in a drenched wedding gown burst through the door, shaking rainwater off like she’d just been through a hurricane.

art blinked, staring as he sat up straight. "wait, is that... is that ( )? from stanford?"

patrick’s eyes lit up. "holy shit, i remember her! art was in love with her—"

art threw his hands up. "shut up, patrick."

you scanned the room for a second, your eyes landing on tashi. relief flooded over you as you caught sight of her, and without thinking, you rushed to meet her halfway.

"tashi, oh my god," you exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. "i went to your building, but you weren’t there. some nice old lady said you’d probably be here and—"

you cut yourself off when you saw art and patrick standing there, grinning.

"art, patrick, hey," you said, giving them both a small wave.

patrick stood up, grinning from ear to ear. "so, what happened? did you remember that i exist and decided to call off your wedding since the guy didn’t look like me?"

art kicked patrick under the table, shooting him a warning look.

tashi, clearly done with the boys' antics, turned to you. "okay, what happened? why are you standing here in a soaked wedding gown?"

patrick, always quick with the jokes, was about to speak but was quickly silenced by art’s glare.

you took a deep breath, plopping down on the seat next to art. "well, i was standing at the altar, ready to say my vows, and... i realized i don’t like this man. in fact, i felt repulsed by the idea of marrying him. so, when he let go of my hand to grab the ring, i just ran."

"woah," art said, offering a sympathetic look that everyone knew was more out of habit than actual concern.

"that sucks," patrick chimed in, his voice quieter now. "sorry."

tashi gave him a look, clearly not impressed with patrick’s attempt at feigned sympathy. "so, why did you come looking for me?"

you hesitated, meeting tashi’s eyes with a soft, hopeful look. "well, i was hoping i could crash at your place for a bit? i don’t think i can go back to Barry’s place now that i left him at the altar. i... i don’t have anywhere else to go."

Patrick, with his usual mischievous grin, chimed in. "well, tashi will definitely let you stay. and if not, you can crash with art and me. we’re more than happy to have you."

tashi shot patrick a glare, but then softened her look when she turned to you. "yeah, you can stay with me, for sure. but, uh, just so we’re clear, it’s temporary, right?"

you nodded quickly, almost too enthusiastically. "totally temporary. promise."

"just one more suitcase," you said as art and patrick lugged your bags up to tashi’s apartment. lucky for you, your fiancé, well ex-fiancé, had packed all of your stuff up and left it outside for when you came back for it.

art looked over at the pile of bags, his brow furrowed. "seems like a lot for something that’s just 'temporary.'"

tashi sighed, rolling her eyes as she adjusted a stray strand of hair. she wasn’t complaining, really—she was just remembering how things were back at stanford. the four of you had been closer than friends should be. but then, you left them all behind for a finance major, and the tennis courts had gotten a lot quieter without you. now here you were again, running back into their lives after dropping your wedding day. and despite everything, they let you back in, because there was something about the way you all fit together that had never really disappeared.

it was like no time had passed at all.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Hello! I really love how you make your fantasy species look a good mix of "human" and "animal" looking. May I ask, if you're going to make a elf like fantasy race of lemurs, how would you go about it while keeping their Elfish traits?

I've made more detailed posts about how to make fantasy people over here:

making less human humanoids

making fantasy people unique but still recognizable

where to begin with creature design

I'm gonna go with a ring tailed lemur for this example, because they're fun.

(image description: three photos of ring tailed lemurs, sitting, standing, and climbing a tree branch. they are small primates with grey and brown fur and long black and white striped tails. their eyes are bright orange. end description.)

when I use specific animals as a basis for fantasy people, I try to focus on their most unique and iconic traits. here, I'll definitely be keeping the striped tail and bright orange eyes, and I might give the lemur elves face paint to mimic the facial markings on the lemurs. I'll also be keeping the unusual foot shape.

(image description: photo of a ring tailed lemur pressing its hands and one foot against a pane of glass. its hands look similar to human hands, with longer and thinner fingers, but the foot has a massive thumb-shaped big toe that sticks out sideways compared to the other four long toes. end description.)

now, if you just want like, an anthro lemur, you just apply some humanoid traits like bipedalism, expressive eyebrows, and clothing. a classic furry character. but if you're trying to make an elf out of a lemur, you need to know what people expect when they see the word "elf" and apply those details while retaining the unique lemur traits. This process, for me, usually just involves a lot of doodles! sketch things out until you're happy. it might look too much like a lemur at first, or too much like a human, and then of course you need to decide how much fur you want to add because more fur = less human-like, and a lack of fur might ruin the lemur details. also whether you want to add more human-like hair or just stick with the short fur.

here are my initial sketches for a lemur elf, and I think it helps that my own elf designs are already tailed primates, so I'm used to drawing elves with similar proportions!

(image description: sketches of elves with lanky bodies and long flexible tails. their faces have an elongated muzzle shape and their feet resemble those of a lemur. end description.)

and here's a comparison of an anthro lemur and a lemur-like elf

(image description: colored digital art of two lemur-like characters. the first is a fully furred anthropomorphic lemur standing bipedally. They closely resemble an actual ring tailed lemur with more humanoid proportions, standing upright with one hand on their hip. the second image shows an elf sitting in a thinker pose. they have the long striped tail and bright orange eyes of a ring tailed lemur, but they're much less furry and have somewhat human-like hair pulled into a short ponytail as well as fluffy white sideburns. the patches of fur on their body are mostly white and light grey, which contrasts against their dark brown skin to create a similar color pattern to the real lemurs. their ears are more narrow and long compared to the real lemur's ears. end description.)

you can kinda tell I'm not a Real Furry because I just can't nail that classic furry art style lol but the anthro lemur here still provides a useful comparison, I think. because there is a difference between an anthro animal design, a humanoid with animal traits, and a humanoid who may have evolved from a specific animal! maybe I'll make a short post about that sometime, with a little sliding scale between more animal and more human lol.

[notsofunsenpai]

Late

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You got busy,terribly busy with commissions, along with helping your fellow friends. You felt like you were forgetting something,what was it you wonder? You shaked it off, hoping it wasn't important as you quickly finished one last task of the day. Whenever you finished, the sun was about to set. Then it dawned on you for forgotten to contact your lovely boyfriend,pulling out your phone,eye widen. Your heart practically sank,seeing some missed calls along with scrolling through the texts that your boyfriend had sent.

Text from Alhaitham

5:00pm

'Where are you? Will you make it to dinner, love?'

'Dinner was a few hours ago..it's gonna get cold love.'

'Are you okay? Please call me..'

The last text sounded distant with coldness to it

'Forget it.'

"Oh shit." Cursing as you quickly as you quickly dialed his number,putting the phone with a cute bunny case to your ear,hearing it ring and ring over again till you hear his voice mail going off. Your anxiety was through the roof,"Not good!"You quickly hurried back to the shared home,the wal-well you were running but it felt like the run was a long one,it felt endless as you just wanted to hurry and apologize to him.You felt your chest tighten with each step you took,when what seems like forever you made it back home. Staring at the door,practically hearing your heart beating, feeling like it was gonna explode out through your chest. You took a deep breath,giving yourself a quick prep talk before taking the key out of your pocket,unlocking the door, and then opening it slowly.

"Honey?"You called out,feeling guilt run over you. You heard nothing,taking a step in the closing the door then locking it. You walked past the kitchen to see there was a plate wrap up in tinfoil. Frowning, quickly went to find your lover, which you already knew where he was. You found him in the living room,laying down on the soft sofa while reading a book.

Your mind races,"Alhaith-"

"You're late." His voice cuts you off as it lacks any emotions. He then sits up from the sofa,placing the book down onto his lap. His light turquoise eyes stare at you with irritation as a frown shows on his face. You felt yourself swallowing thickly. Last time you upset your boyfriend, he refused to cuddle you for three whole days. You didn't want that to happen again,"Love bug, I'm sor-" You started but got cut off.

"Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought you were hurt. I called you multiple times." He said as you watched his jaw tight up slightly,holding himself back from saying anything hurtful." I also texted and got nothing.." He adds,he voice was filled with agitation yet firm,he wouldn't yell at you. He never does,he has control of his emotions most of the time.

"I know, baby,I know. I got busy with commissions and helping people,I lost track of time and didn't think that -"

Hearing a sigh escaping his lips,"You didn't think."He closed his eyes then opens them,"You were gone most of the day. You also promised me yesterday that you'd be on time, but instead.. forget it."

You grabbed his hands quickly with yours as you sit next to him,"I'm sorry,I didn't mean to. I should have texted earlier it's all my fault. I got so busy that I forgot about it all."You apologize.

His shoulders slumped, letting out another sigh, and the irritation in his eyes turned into a softer gaze as he squeezed your hands with his larger ones.

"I don't care about the dinner,I just wanted to know if you were safe.. I get worried because sometimes those commissions or whatever you do can be dangerous. " He says with concern as he brings one of your hands to his lips,gently kissing it.

You felt your heart shattered without hesitation. You gently grabbed his face with your hand and kissed him gently,feeling him hesitant but kissing back as well. "I'm sorry." The words left your lips as you kissed him again while wrapping your arms around him.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly,"Don't scare me like that again." Leaving kisses on your neck, then your jaw," Promise not to forget to call me again?" His lips back onto yours.

Smiling,happy he forgive you,"I promise not to forget honey bun."

"Good."He murmurs against your lips,fingers gently going through your hair as the touch makes you weak.

"Same time tomorrow,better not be late or else you'll be sleeping alone." He threatened lightly.

"I won't . I'll be on time, I promise." You quickly said.

He chuckles,kissing you once more with a smile,"I'll hold you to your word then." He moves away from you, getting up in the process as he sets his book on the nearby table. He takes hold of your hand,"Come on,you still haven't eaten yet,love."

You nodded,getting up,feeling fuzzy inside as he called you love,"I love you." Was your response as the two of you headed to the kitchen.

"I love you too." He responded sincerely.

[sweetandsoursaws]

While Charlie's head was raised, Lark took the opportunity to give his arm underneath a little stretch, flexing his fingers and claws. Get all his fidgeting out while Charlie wasn't laying right on it.

Got an inexplicable bad feeling for a second, and picked his own head up to give the room a quick look, like somebody might be lurking.

Nothing, just- paranoia. Had a lot of that lately. Alarm bells were too swift to ring. Always felt like Somebody was right around the corner.

He laid back down and hugged Charlie's shoulders. He has a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean Charlie isn't still loved. Complicated as it's been. "Yeah, he uh...well, you don' wan' me talkin' yer ear off about my love life. And uh- only been a few weeks, so. Y'know. I got time t'scare him off."

He went silent at Charlie's correction. Then groaned and slapped himself in the face. "I'm stupid. I'm so fuckin' stupid." THE MAN IS BLIND. You FOOL. You IDIOT.

"Oh?"

Charlie lifted his head somewhat at that. He... really shouldn't have been surprised. He and Lark had not exactly been on the best terms for at least a few months now. And even before that, it wasn't as though they had been... involved. Not for a long while. Not since before he and Lake had split into separate entities, from what he could recall.

There was still the smallest bit of envy within himself, but he bit it back. He had no right to say much on it when he now had Willow.

Ironic.

But the mention of the ski lift had Charlie distracted, giving a laugh.

"Lark, I can't watch anything."

Easy to forget.

[the-acid-pear]

I'm having one of my iconic calming down and coming down from what felt like a trance to realize where I'm at. So sorry if I've been out of it here on Tumblr dot com I've been busy hallucinating and dissociating and being overall anxious. But I'm kind of coming out of it.

[ahollowgrave]

-- mistletoe. pt iv. (feat. the darling Rika of @darcar!)

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[tenrose]

It's been two years since I've finally to take of myself and seeing a gynecologist and I'm going to try the a fourth different Pill because my body is a bitch