#Lisa Freede

[found--family]

gay ass boy.

immediately clocked

[aluraveil]

Lisa im having major braunrot about blade fucking Darling in his Mara struck state 👀

imagine how rough he would be <3.. im getting horny just thinking abt it 🥰

ooh yes anon!! blade would be extra possessive esp when the mara hits him!! plus his cock would be much thicker and harder.. poor darling. thank you for the food anon!!

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒..

Pairing: Blade x Female Reader (ft. Kafka)

TW: Yandere-ish?? Masterbation, lots of smut, vaginal penetration, bedroom activities basically. Everything is consensual here.

MINORS DNI. 18+ only.

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Blade has time periods that occur every month due to being mara struck where he sorta becomes.. a completely different person. When he’s in the mara struck state, he becomes more.. insane for the lack of a better word.

He was already possessive of his darling before, but during this state, he becomes ten times if not more possessive. Blades mental state becomes more deranged and downright crazy. He’s more angry and more aggressive due to the painful memories that flash back to him. Blade also acts as if he’s in an animal in heat because of how horny he becomes. His cock becomes bigger and stretches out wider and the veins pop out more. His dick is flushing an angry shade of red and the tip is dripping out pre-cum. His cock is painfully erect and it always stretches through his boxers hence why there’s a large bulge forming in his pants.

Blade always has to deal with his.. problem by himself by sneaking off during a mission to hide in a private place such as a bathroom stall or just anywhere where there’s privacy for him and his horniness. He sits himself on his bed in the room that he’s currently staying in for a mission. What a pain, he grumbles as his bandaged hands quickly undo his belt and fumbles with his zipper. He shudders as his cock is finally freed from the confining place and he could almost cum from the feeling of the cold air hitting it. His hands work hastily as he masterbaits. He moans at how pleasurable it felt as his hands began moving up and down went faster and faster, until finally his dick splashes out thick ropes of cum and it squirts everywhere on his bed and dirties his pants. During his Mara struck state, his cum becomes more thick and the duration that it comes out becomes even longer. As for taste, it’s extra creamier and sweeter.

Kafka’s spirit whisper is able to help with some of the symptoms of his mara, such as utterly destroying his opponents, but she can’t do much about his.. hormones. Kafka tells him that her spirit whisper can be useful during missions but the best thing for him would be masterbation and having sex.

“Maybe Y/N could help you with it,” Kafka winks at Blade as she turns back to her magazine. Blade grumbles in pain as he leaves the Stellaron Hunter’s base as he makes the journey back to your shared home.

You weren’t aware about Blade’s tendencies due to the Mara quelling within him. But imagine to your surprise when you’re laying in your living room on the couch wearing one of your boyfriends shirts when Blade bursts the door of your shared home in hushed, raggedy breathes. His shirts covered in blood and his hair is slightly messy. When Blade sees you, he almost couldn’t restrain himself from pouncing on you. Fuck, you looked so gorgeous wearing his shirt and your scent smelled just like him. Blades thoughts were clouded with nothing but lust as he imagined the ways he wanted to ravage your body right then and there.

“Blade? What’s wrong?” You asked him with your eyes full of concern.

Blade’s breathing becomes shallow as his finger points to a certain place. “The mara.” Blade isn’t a man of many words, you were confused on what he meant until you look down and oh. You quickly catch on and realize he’s having another Mara flare up at that moment and he’s painfully horny.

“I can try my best.. and help if you would like- woah!”

You barely even finished your sentence before Blade lifted you up and rushed to your shared bedroom. He tosses you onto the mattress and he hurriedly rushes to undo his pants. You stare in awe as you look at how huge his cock had become. You could see the pre-cuz leaking out and how desperate it was for some friction. You and Blade have had sex many times in the past before, but the difference between now and then was big especially since this would be your first time having sex with him in his Mara struck state.

Blade’s bandaged hands begin to stroke himself and he groaned at the feeling. He quickly climbed on top of the mattress as he rushed to undo your clothing. Your shirt that you borrowed from him was quickly thrown and your laced panties were ripped off.

Blade immediately pounces on you and begins to push inch after inch of his cock into you. You cry out in pain because of how big and thick he is. Blade makes sure to savor every inch of your walls being wrapped around him and he groans at how tight you feel.

“M’gonna pound you,” He breathes out in rushed breathes as he begins to thrust in and out. “Gonna mark you up and make you mine..”

You moan at the feeling of Blade’s dick going in and out. It felt so good and you could feel every inch poking and prodding your insides. The bed began to shake as Blade started going rougher and rougher.

Unfortunately for you, Blades stamina is also increased a lot when he’s having a mara flare up. Which means that whenever you have sex with him during this, you can expect that he’s gonna be cumming inside you a lot and that you’re gonna be having rough sex for a couple of hours. You can also expect that from now on, you’ll be having sex with Blade during his mara flare up all the time since you so nicely volunteered to help him. You’re impressed and shocked with how Blade is able to have sex with you for such long periods of time and how hes able to bend and fold you in numerous positions as he thrusts in and out of your hole. At this point, know that you won’t be leaving the bedroom for at least a week every month.

After your first night of rough intercourse, Blade immediately reports back the good results to Kafka. She notices that whenever Blade is with you during his Mara flare ups, hes more calmer and hes able to control the Mara within him and keep himself more at bay. Meanwhile you’re laying on Blade’s lap with your clothed pussy is all used up and worn out from the abuse of his large cock while your arms, body, and neck are all covered in bite marks and hickeys. Blade has his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his face on the side of your neck. He feels calmer now because his sweet girlfriend helped him.

Now imagine when you open the door to your shared home one day when you notice a pink present laying on top of your porch with a magenta ribbon. Curious, you open the box only to be greeted with a red laced lingerie set. Your face immediately heats up in embarrassment as you notice a note also placed inside the box.

“For Bladie’s next mara flare up ;)

-Kafka”

Your breath hitched as you feel a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around you. You realize it’s Blade as he nuzzled his face into your neck, then he notices the box you’re holding in his hand.

“Pretty.” He mumbles, “I want you to wear that for me.” You could feel his bulge start to harden as he grinds himself against your ass. “The mara is coming back..” Blade says with a hushed voice, “Be a good girl and help me.”

Well who were you to deny your boyfriend access? After all, you loved him a lot and you were of course willing to help him contain the Mara <3

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[sixosix]

summary your attention is elsewhere and scara gets sad. not that he would admit it, though.

or, scara shows his true colors when he’s missing you.

warning 1k words, profanity, calling wanderer ‘kunikuzushi’, you and him are in mondstadt!! clingy and pathetic scara… fluff!

what else could i talk about? you gaze at the empty sheet while your thoughts are running miles and miles ahead. you’ve been clutching your head pitifully for far too long that lisa is starting to send worried glances.

this one is no good either. you crumple and toss it to the growing pile on the edge of the table.

maybe another metaphor. about the sky and the wind? he would love that. maybe something else that would rhyme with love. would venti appeal to your poem even more if you talk about wine? he would.

the slender shape of the wine glass, the alluring shade of dandelion wine, its sweet aroma—it would be your worst work out of all the ones venti discarded, but perhaps he wouldn’t be able to refuse this one. kaeya would applaud if he were to hear this right now.

ink stains the sides of your palms. you heave a sigh, fingers getting to work on the dreaded worship poem about venti’s favorite wine. what else could you make out of this? you’re getting desperate. you just need to finish this last poem, and you will be freed from venti’s insistent clutches and your own stubbornness to see this to the end.

“boo.”

a hand slaps over your mouth before you can disturb anyone else in the library.

your first instinct is to tear this person’s limb off; however, the gloves, along with the unnaturally smooth and fair skin is distinctively familiar. you bat the arm away and face him; wanderer’s hand lowers to your hips instead.

“asshole!” you hiss with a frightening scowl. wanderer’s grin widens as if you’re the cutest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. “i told you to fuck off elsewhere while i finish this—why are you back so early?”

“it’s boring,” he says.

“weren’t you the one to suggest we explore mondstadt?” your jolt earlier caused a huge streak of ink to run across the page, entirely ruining your wine-revering poem.

“i said ‘we’, didn’t i? you, me, together. you kicked me out and left me to explore by myself.”

“you’re the wanderer. isn’t that your whole thing?” sighing helplessly at his unimpressed stare, you crumple the poem and throw it to his face. he doesn’t flinch nor blink, letting it slide off his face and land on the floor. “besides, it’s only been, like, five minutes.”

“just leave his stupid class,” wanderer hisses, glaring with disdain at your small pile of other failed poems.

“no, venti is so nice to me. unlike you.”

he rolls his eyes, plucking the quill pen from your grasp. you frown, reaching out to take it back, but he continues to pull it away, drawing your faces closer together. “ditch it and come with me,” he says.

“no. i said i’m joining and i will finish it.”

“stubborn shit,” wanderer groans, ignoring your quick ‘learned from the best’. “why are you even so persistent with learning poetry? since when did this happen? you trying to impress that kaedehara guy?”

“what if i said i was?” you flutter your eyelashes to piss him off.

it works: he bristles like an aggravated cat, irritation flashing on his face. “don’t even joke about that.”

you burst into laughter and playfully reach out to pinch his cheek. it’s a testament to how far you’ve come in building his trust when he doesn't swat your hand away from his flawless face. “you’re the one who brought it up,” you coo.

“hey, you two.” you pair stiffen at lisa’s deceivingly sweet voice from behind. “do you mind flirting loudly elsewhere?”

both of you find yourselves outside the building, shoulders slouched, resembling kicked puppies. he has his arms full of your discarded poems, a few of them slipping away as he strides ahead. you struggle to trail behind as you try to stick your quill in your pocket with your hands occupied with a stack of blank papers.

“we weren’t even flirting,” you huff.

wanderer pauses before the trash bin, dumping all of them ceremoniously.

you’re about to comment on how nice he is when he suddenly gets all up in your face, his eyes narrowed and his hand on the small of your back.

“she couldn’t tell with the bedroom eyes you were giving me, clearly,” he says, wordlessly taking the stack of paper from you and tucking it under his arm.

he is being awfully kind today, which, of course, happens nearly never. you want to comment about that, too, but you find yourself silent as you follow after him and watch his side profile. the smoothness of his skin, unblemished, untouched; the length of his lashes, rivaling the shogun herself; then his unrelenting need to have his hands on you no matter what.

thinking about all this makes your heart flutter, picking up pace in a way you haven’t felt the entire day.

then comes the brilliant idea. “kunikuzushi, what if i just write about you instead? will that satiate your ego enough to keep you from bothering me?” it’s not like it would be too difficult to write about the person you’re harboring feelings for.

he doesn’t look appalled by the idea, yet still, he isn’t pleased. “i’m not bothering you for the sake of it. i don’t like how this is the first you’ve talked to me all day.”

“so you are bothering me for the sake of it.”

“idiot.” he flicks his hand, and a gust of wind pushes you against his chest. “look at me.” you obey, and only then do you notice the way tension seems to have left his shoulders the moment you do.

a sly smirk tugs on your lips. “were you feeling lonely without me?”

“no shit,” he says, which was far from the response you were expecting.

startled, you turn to him, only to find that he’s pulled his hat down to cover his face. “kuni,” you say slowly; when he doesn’t reply, you try again, “kuni, kunikuzushi.” he is completely still, so you take it upon yourself to sneak beneath his hat to steal a glimpse of his face.

he lets out an undignified noise, looking away immediately. it was a fruitless attempt—you already saw how red his entire face was, spread from his ears to what you can see from his neck.

“stop,” he breathes, too embarrassed to push you away.

you laugh softly, encircling your arms around his neck to coax him into making eye contact with you. “i didn’t know you were the clingy type.”

“you’re just a handful,” he spits, though it’s not as intimidating as he’s trying to make it out to be—not when his face is the same shade of windwheel asters, and his bottom lip is trembling from shame.

“and you’re so cute when you’re so in love with me.”

eventually, his hand settles on your face, and he pries you off him, pointedly ignoring your delighted laughter.

A/N put a hold on the lyney fics to come back to this guy. i love writing for him he is so fun.

[yazthebookish]

Maybe I'll spoil you guys and talk about Gwynriel and ACOTAR5 and anything related to it overall. I recently finished my HOFAS reread and have some fresh thoughts. I'll let my thoughts guide me and some of these points I've already addressed in my insta stories yesterday. I just rather share a lengthy post here since I'll only tag under #gwynriel.

I often see arguments about how Gwyn and Azriel can't move the plot forward because the series is centered on the Archeron sisters.

First, that's not true because Sarah is following what she called "a traditional romance route". She's following the same patterns of Nalini Singh, Kresley Cole, and Lisa Kleypas where they publish multiple books in the same series following different couples.

This is fitting for a series like ACOTAR because it's romance-centered. And Sarah have already said that each couple is getting one book and there will likely be more books beyond ACOTAR6.

Saying that doesn't dismiss the importance of the sisters to the story, Feyre already has a trilogy centered on her. The spin-off just follows different characters including the sisters.

I won't try hard to convince people on this because I've already posted almost everything Sarah said about the spin-off series and what's it's about. So if the next book is not centered on an Archeron sister, that's for Sarah to bamboozle the fandom with.

One thing that stuck out to me is when I compared the ending of ACOSF with the scene of Bryce giving Nesta Gwydion and seeming like she left Nesta with a new quest.

First, this is what the text says, and this is Chapter 80, the very last chapter in ACOSF:

Succeeding in the Blood Rite didn't mean the training stopped. No, after she and her friends told Cassian and Azriel most of the details of their ordeal, the two commanders had compiled a long list of mistakes that the three of them had made that needed to be corrected, and the others wanted to learn from them, too. So they would keep training, until they were all well and truly Valkyries. Gwyn, despite the Rite, had returned to living in the library.

1. The Valkyries are not yet a unit.

2. SJM only and specifically highlighted that Gwyn, despite the Rite, returned to living in the library. It was like "hey, remember all the talk Gwyn did about wanting to leave the library after two years? Yeah that's on hold a bit but keep that in mind". She didnt even add Emerie or the other priestesses to that sentence.

With Nesta being left with Gwydion to find out why the 8-pointed star was tattooed on her, I don't think the next book will start with "hey Elain take this sword and deal with it". Who are Nesta's main companions now? Gwyn and Emerie.

I'll be back to the Valkyries but let's just talk about Azriel for a bit.

It is so painfully obvious to me that Azriel is being handed the Illyrian plot on a golden platter. How big or small of a plot it is depends on SJM, but it's important based on the fact that she fleshed out the Illyrian's origins and tied them to the crossover AND making Truth-teller the knife of Enalius.

That is a big deal for an Illyrian like Azriel.

And I quote my friend Lacie on this, it is very poetic for Azriel to be the owner of the knife that originally belonged to the person who freed his own people from the Daglan's clutches, perhaps because he saw his people are more than just slaves to the Daglan—how powerful would it be for Azriel, who loathes his own people, to parallel Enalius.

And for years some people were against Azriel dealing with this plot because he shouldn't make peace with his "abusers", its true his own family and some Illyrians failed him but he is condemning an entire population. Good people like Emerie and Balthazar. Even Rhys's mother, who had valid reasons to hate her people especially as a female, still made sure to make Rhysand connect with his Illyrian heritage and he even goes on to say that his mother didn't forget what they did to her but still loved her people.

If both Cassian and Rhysand (and by extension the author) continue to flag Azriel's hatred of the Illyrians as an issue—then it is a damn big issue for it to be addressed repeatedly.

Okay so to address my final point about Gwyn and Azriel and how they can move the plot forward.

Now I didn't detail out much about what the next book will deal with because that's another post (and I already have a post on that).

All of our theories and predictions are based on information that is available to us. Saying Azriel and Gwyn cannot move the plot forward does not make any sense because the central plot is tied to multiple characters, Archeron or not.

If SJM wants to make a character move the next book's plot forward, she can do it because she's in control of the story. She's in control of the narrative. She's in control of the characters.

The characters are puppets and this is an unfinished story. If some characters would add more value and make for a more interesting story before the others, she can decide on that. If she wants to make Eris the protagonist of the next book, she can easily do that whether the fandom wants it or not.

Let me give you an example of minor characters that pushed the plot forward and became main characters: Yrene Towers and the Hind. These kind of arguments could've been used for them in HOEAB or HOSAB and Pre-TOD. Before HOSAB/HOFAS and TOD, could we have predicted that they would have played a crucial role before those books? Not likely because they had minimal appearances and were not part of the main cast. This is what I'm talking about.

You can't know how a character will contribute to a story until you see how it all unfolds. We can make guesses on the information we have which is why I believe three characters are likely to join the main cast: Gwyn, Emerie, and Eris.

Why is it so easy to accept that Emerie might be sharing a book with an original character like Mor but it's hard to comprehend the fact that Gwyn could also share a book with Azriel? Because Emerie showed up in ACOFAS? To me that's not really a strong argument based on Sarah's writing and what we have in the books, she doesn't really pick based on who showed up the earliest. Here's a good example: Hypaxia, who showed up earlier, didn't even get her own chapters but the Hind did.

And there's one argument I recall about how I need to rely on Nesta to have a plot focused on Gwyn or the Valkyries in the next book. Nesta's arc is clearly not over based on HOFAS, but does that mean she's getting a POV? Not necessarily. I don't think she is. Gwyn is the perfect candidate for us to see what's going on with Nesta post-HOFAS and how they all deal with the Valkyries and whatever Sarah will set up with them.

There is this whole Valkyrie/Illyrian conflict that could be triggered as a result of the Blood Rite, with Ramiel definitely being an important location to explore in the next book, we also have the Pegasi and the Prison and the implications of the crossover. It makes sense to have an Illyrian and a Valkyrie POV to deal with some plots in the next book.

"Gwyn contributes to nothing" we can't know until the book is out. How sure are we that maybe SJM won't connect her to the crossover by making her mysterious father a Worldwalker? Or Prince of Hel? Or an Asteri? Maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong.

"But Koschei! And the Human Queens!" Koschei will always be a background player pulling on the strings until the final book as it's obvious he is the big bad in the series, unless someone even worse is revealed. But no one is dismissing Koschei or the Human Queens messing around.

Literally what's the point of the story or the fun elements of surprises or plot twists if you need Sarah to list down everything that the next books will deal with. That's not how a story develops to me. I don't need to know everything in advance to just know how it will go. That's like knowing spoilers early on and checking off with each book what happened and what didn't happen. I feel like it's close to how a lot of readers were disappointed with not having enough ACOTAR in HOFAS, because Sarah implied half of the book would be set in Prythian. So by the time the book came out and it wasn't that, people were vocal about it.

In my opinion, SJM set a good foundation for Gwyn's arc to build up on in ACOSF and her arc is not over. We won't get mentions of her still carrying the guilt of her sister's death or not leaving the library after she said she's sick of being there for two years without us seeing resolution for that. She wouldn't be in Azriel's bonus chapter if she is not involved with him.

To conclude, my reread still affirms to me that the next book with an Azriel/Gwyn book. Azriel is clearly being set in the forefront.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

A Family Lost, a Family Found

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you (8) are having nightmares, and Dean is there to help

Dean was gone—off on a hunt with Sam or something, you weren’t sure. It was just you, Ben, and Lisa—the only thing you’d ever remembered having that was like a normal family. Dean was just your big brother, but you didn’t even remember John, so he was more like your father than anyone. And Lisa was the closest thing to a mother you’d ever had.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room when the demons burst in. Lisa jumped to her feet, putting herself between the demons and her children. That meant she got stabbed first.

“Mommy!” You had never called her that before—too afraid that it would be awkward—but the danger of the moment turned off your more logical brain and put you into panic mode.

“No!” Ben cried, but he still had the presence of mind to pick up the tiny girl crying on the floor and try to run from the big men with black eyes.

He didn’t make it four steps.

One demon grabbed Ben and threw him to the ground. Ben landed on his back, his arms wrapped around you to protect you. Another demon wrenched you from his arms.

“No, no!” You cried, struggling against the man to no avail. “Leave Ben alone!”

It was too late. The demon that had thrown Ben to the ground was now lifting a knife, driving it down into Ben’s chest.

“No, no!” You sobbed. “Ben!”

The glint of the bloody knife caught your eye as the demon finally turned to you.

“No, no, no.” Your sobs faded to whimpers as the demon approached, raising the knife…

“No!” You cried out, and the sound echoed through your room. You took big gulps of air, glancing frantically around trying to get your bearings. You rubbed your eyes, and they focused; you were in your room in the bunker.

The tears were already flowing, and they kept on even after you realized you were safe—it was just a dream.

The ache inside wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t just fear either.

You freed yourself from your tangled sheets and found your way to your dresser, which you plunged your hand into and came out with a tattered photograph. You glanced around, as if afraid of being caught, before turning the picture over.

You, Dean, Lisa, and Ben. Your family…

Or it had almost been.

You stared at each face, convincing yourself that your dream was just that; that it wasn’t real. The whole reason you and Dean had left Lisa and Ben was to keep them safe after Sam came back. They couldn’t be killed by demons…

And you could never see them again. Even if you did, they wouldn’t remember you.

You hugged the picture to your chest. Your hands were still trembling, and your body rattled with every sob that escaped.

After a moment, you dropped the photo and focused your efforts on muffling your sounds—you didn’t want to wake Dean. As much as you needed him right now, you could never tell him why you were crying. Never.

“You ever mention Lisa or Ben to me again I will break your nose.”

“Dean—“

“I’m not kidding.”

Dean’s words to Sam—spoken just after Cas had erased Lisa and Ben’s memories of you and Dean—sent a shudder through you, just as they had the first time he’d said them. You were only around 5 or 6 when he said them, but you hadn’t forgotten. You’d promised yourself right then that you’d never speak of your old family again, and you’d kept that promise.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice had you jumping out of your skin. You tried to put the picture back in your dresser, but it slipped from your fingers as Dean approached, and it fell onto your sheets.

“Hey, what’s wrong kiddo?” Dean asked, sitting on your bed. “I heard you crying. Did you have a nightmare?”

You just nodded at Dean as you rubbed at your eyes. You thought maybe you’d get away with just saying it was a nightmare, maybe he wouldn’t see—

“Hey what’s this?” Dean reached over, carefully picking up the delicate picture. His whole body froze when he saw what was on it.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, throwing your arms around Dean’s neck and hiding your face in his neck. “I’m sorry De, I’m sorry. Please don’t break my nose.”

“Whoa, whoa, what?” Dean demanded, gently prying you away from him. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you, it’s ok. It’s ok, calm down.”

You tried to take deep breaths, but you kept sobbing between your words as you said—

“You…you told Sammy…that. I’m so…I’m sorry De!”

“Ok, hey now.” Dean pulled you back into his arms, tucking you against his chest and rocking you back and forth, his chin resting on your head. “Shh, shh, just calm down.”

Dean didn’t know if you were crying because of the leftover adrenaline from the nightmare, because you missed your family, because you were scared of him, or a mixture of all three. It didn’t really matter why—you were hurting, that’s all that mattered.

You took a few shaky breaths, and once you were no longer sobbing Dean spoke again.

“I’m never gonna hurt you for missing them, kiddo.”

“You told Sam not to talk about them,” you sniffled.

“I…I know I did. But I was just…I was upset. And Sam didn’t understand—they weren’t his family. But they were yours, sweetheart. You’re allowed to miss them.”

“I had a nightmare,” you admitted with a whimper. “The-the demons got Ben and mommy.” You were crying again, and you didn’t even realize what you’d said, but Dean did, and that’s when it really hit him.

Lisa was the only mom you’d ever known, and you were too scared of Dean to even say that you missed her.

“Nobody’s going to hurt Lisa and Ben,” Dean promised. “And nobody’s gonna hurt you.”

Dean rocked you back and forth, turning you around so you could see your picture that he was holding up. He didn’t know how long the two of you stayed like that, staring at the image of what you’d lost. What you could’ve had.

“Don’t ever be scared to tell me what’s going on with you,” Dean said finally. “Have you been having these nightmares for a while?”

“Sometimes,” you sniffled.

“Well.” Dean turned you back around so you could look at him. “Next time you have one, you come straight to me, ok?”

“Ok.” You rubbed your eyes. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Yup.” Dean patted your back. “And you’re coming with me, so grab on. This bed is too small for me.”

You giggled and rubbed the drying tears off your cheeks before wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck.

“I’m never gonna let anything get to you. You know that, right?” Dean spoke softly into your ear as he carried you.

“I know,” you whispered back.

“Good. Open,” he told you when he reached his door. He kept both hands holding you up while you reached back and opened the door to his room. “Ok.” He dropped heavily onto his bed, laying you down gently. “Let’s get some more sleep, alright?”

“Ok.” You waited for Dean to lay down, then dropped your head down on his chest and curled up with him as your pillow.

“Kiddo, I’m…I’m sorry you can’t have Lisa and Ben as family.”

“That’s ok,” you said after a moment. “I got you and Sammy.”

“Yeah.” Dean smiled, his arms tightening around you. “You bet you do.”

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[merbear25]

Since u didn’t include Love and Mashiro in the last Vizards post came we get how they would react to a fem s/o wearing a really short skirt?

NSFW pls my vizard thirst is too real

I decided to add Shinji and Rose to this because I had ideas for them 💀 Hope you like it! 💜💜

You knew exactly what you were doing when you bought it. A skirt that was a glorified set of underwear was bound to turn their heads. When you were alluring all on your own, how could it not? You were just wrapping their favorite treat in a tempting package.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, perversion, groping, cumshot, teasing, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie

Wearing a revealing skirt around them (Love, Mashiro, Shinji, Rose)

Love: Re reading the manga he borrowed from Lisa, he kept a certain page open for a little too long. He stared at the panty shot drawn on the pages. The outfit the girl was wearing was something no typical business woman would be caught dead in, but the fantasy of seeing a stern, seemingly cold-hearted woman get flustered and blush a deep red was more appealing than it ought to have been. 

The more he studied this woman’s curves, the more he saw a resemblance between her figure and yours. That outfit would look better on you was a thought on rerun up until you came up to him. He glanced up at you for a moment before going back to his manga. Only a second had passed before his head snapped back up. There you were in all of your beauty wearing an outfit very similar to what he was just fantasizing you in.

He choked a little on his words, so you helped him out. “I saw you were spending a lot of time staring at that drawing, so I went out and bought something similar.” You perked up and showed it off for him. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

The eager nod and soft “yeah” made you giggle. He was so cute when he got flustered, and your playfulness was only making it more difficult for him.

“Why don’t you take a break from looking at that drawing.” You carefully took the manga from him and put it on the side of the couch. You motioned to sit on his lap, but he stopped you.

“Wait, I just want to touch you right now.” His hands found their way to your waist first, wanting to be spoiled with the choice of wandering up to your chest or your hips. He kneaded at the softest parts of your body, adoring the way you felt and needing to make you feel like the most desired woman on the planet.

When he pulled you closer, he kissed your chest and gripped your ass with an increasing lust. Running his fingers under your panty line, he wasted no time in feeling everything you were keeping hidden. With his fingers sinking into your wettening cunt, you moaned sweetly. Gripping his shoulders, you panted softly as he pumped them into you.

Suddenly, he pulled away. Sitting further back on the couch, he angled his head on top of the headrest. Gently ushering you over, you couldn’t stop the thrill budding inside you.

“Sit on my face.” His breathless request wasn’t something you were going to deny him of.

You rested one of your knees next to his head and eased yourself down. As he breathed in the scent of your arousal, he groaned as his tongue tasted it through the fabric. His hands kept caressing your hips, wandering to your thighs and chest but finding their way back to your backside without fail. 

He tugged at your cotton thong to wedge the soaked cloth between your now swollen pussy lips. Lathering your needy center with his hot tongue and tugging on the strained fabric was leaving you a whimpering mess. The combined friction of the thong and his nose were leaving you restless. Feeling you squirming on his face was becoming too much to bear, but he was desperate to drink up every last drop of bliss you were giving him.

As you rocked back and forth in search of release, he freed himself from his jeans. His moans vibrated against your sensitive skin, while he began fulfilling his own sexual needs. The fast motions of him stroking himself were making the bit of fat on your hips shake slightly. Your silent plea for him to make you cum gave him every reason to give you everything he had. 

Hearing you cry out for him sent him tumbling over the edge after you, leaving hot streams of cum all over himself. His muffled gasps and moans of ecstasy made you rut more roughly against his face to chase the high. 

Easing yourself off of him, the state of both of you sparked even more outfits inspired by his manga.

Mashiro: You waltzed past her without so much as a second thought regarding your attire, so you caught her attention effortlessly. You didn’t need to look back to know she was leaning over to get a better view.

The sway of your hips was done intentionally in hopes of drawing out more of a reaction. However, her eyes were too fixated on your scantily covered bottom to give you what you were specifically after.

“That’s a nice skirt!” Her voice was chipper as usual. “Is it new?” 

You nodded and showed it off a little more for her, doing a seductive twirl that made the fabric fly up even more. The sight of your lacy panties made her lean over so far that she nearly fell out of her chair.

Looking at you all wide-eyed with intense interest to explore, the desire stirring within her came out in an otherwise curious way. Lifting your skirt, she gave herself permission to satisfy her urges. “These are very pretty too.” She hummed as her fingers trailed up and down the wet patch forming between your thighs. “Hmmm…”

“What’s the matter?” The question shook with your uneven breaths.

“They’re in the way though…” Her statement trailed off as she took the liberty of sliding them down your hips. Tossing them to the side, she tugged you gently forward so that you were positioned right above her.

Her tongue darted out against your clit, sending a wave of euphoria over you. The slender fingers you so often imagined in place of your own on lonely nights slid up your hips and squeezed firmly. They held you in place, while the lapping of her tongue left your legs weak. Soft cheerful hums of satisfaction and blissful enjoyment vibrated gently against your sensitive skin. Every moan passing those soft lips of yours were eagerly pushed further, when her tongue trailed along the other, more delicate, pair.

The trembling and panting you were so eagerly giving her had her smiling throughout your orgasm. Her big brown eyes batted up at you with an unmatched adoration. After letting you ride her face through your climax, she gently sucked at your overstimulated clit before pulling away. A thin string of your arousal tethered you to her before she wiped it off with her finger and ran her tongue over it.

“You should wear skirts like this more often.” Her tone was far too pure given what she’d just been doing.

You nodded before dropping to your knees. Your tongues tangled, allowing you to taste your tangy sweet cum still glistening on her pretty face. Her hands clung and clawed at your hips as yours kneaded her chest. Plucking her nipples got her moaning softly against your lips. The heat on your cheeks matched the one between your legs, begging you to go further. 

Listening to your body's desperate pleas for satisfaction, you slipped your hand under her pants to find her own arousal pooling in them. You couldn’t break the lip lock even if you wanted to; each moan and praise she gave you was swallowed greedily as you plunged your fingers into her needy cunt. 

Her trembling hand found its way back between your thighs, feverishly playing with your clit again to lure out more of your sweet sobs. Your shared pants and moans of passion were reaching a fever pitch. As you rutted against each other’s hands, neither one of you stopped until the other was left completely and utterly satisfied.

“L-like I said,” she gasped. “You should wear this more often.” 

You chuckled before planting another more tender kiss on her reddened mouth.

Shinji: A long work day had yet to end, keeping the both of you separated for longer than he would’ve liked. Rubbing his eyes from exhaustion, the familiar sound of your footsteps traveled up the corridor. Cocking an eyebrow at the sight of you, a huff of amusement and a sly smite quickly followed suit. 

What a little tease you were flaunting your body right in front of him, while he was trying to be a diligent and honest captain. 

“Couldn't keep yer’self away I see.” The wink that chased after you could be felt even with your back turned.

“I thought I'd be able to work better with company is all.”

A chuckle came from him. “‘nd what kind a work were ya planning to do wearing somethin’ like that?” He flicked his pen at your attire.

You shrugged, playing coy. “What? This is new and I felt like wearing it.”

He knew you'd never cross his path in something that suggestive without some ulterior motive, but he'd let you have your little moment. He'd be having you begging for him no matter who started this game.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he leaned back in his chair. “That's good to hear. I'm up to my ears in paperwork.”

You could beat him at his own game. Of course, you could! However, as time seemed to drag on that itch you needed to be scratched was getting more unbearable. Lightly biting on the end of your pen wasn’t getting his attention, not even when swirling your tongue around it earned you glance.

“Shinji!” You groaned. “You aren’t even the slightest bit interested?” 

Smiling to himself, he threw you a bone. “Oh, ‘re ya caving already?”

You sat up straight, your flustered expression not even attempting to hide. “I-I’m not caving! I just… I just—” You slumped over the desk in a huff, feeling so sexually frustrated.

He leaned forward with immense self-satisfaction at how easily you got wound up for him. “Ya know all ya have to do is ask.” When you looked at him, that cocky smile you both loathed and adored was beaming back at you.

Grumbling quietly, you swallowed your pride. “Please, captain…” Your eyes hung low from feigned embarrassment, playing the role he wanted you to so damn well. “It’s been too long.” You gripped your already skimpy skirt to flash the wet spot pooling in your panties.

It had been a while since you two were able to be intimate the way you craved, making his usual control slip through his fingers that much faster. When he leaned back in his chair, you took that as an invitation. Sitting in front of him on the desk, you spread your legs at his nod to proceed. The sigh of his own pent-up lust left him without any control of his own.

Seeing you spread for him in that sad excuse for a skirt and your wet patch spreading more over your pussy lips were wearing him down. He nearly allowed himself to give in right there and then, but the look on your face was too darling not to indulge himself.

His fingers caressed you through the soaked cloth, earning himself those heavenly moans he missed so much. You clawed at the desk as his fingertips swirled around that sensitive bundle of nerves. Holding back your moans was in vain because of how much you needed this, needed him. The faint sound of wet fabric squelching was too good for him not to react to. His moans were soft and urged him to find friction for his own release.

Pushing the fabric to the side, he pumped his slender fingers in as he nipped at your inner thigh. The whimpers and begs coming out of you were just what he needed. Planting his face where you needed him most, his tongue worked to make up for lost time together. His other hand gripped his cock and stroked it in rhythm with your hip movements. He moaned into you as you searched for more of him, his hips acting on their own as he craved that sweet release he’d been deprived of.

His tongue piercing hit your clit at the peak of euphoria, causing you to throw yourself back on the wooden desk. He dragged his tongue over you, savoring the lingering jolts of pleasure shaking your body.

“Hope ya don’t think I’m done.” You were already splayed out so perfectly for him, he couldn’t resist taking you like that. He pushed into you without so much as a warning, causing you to yelp. His soft hushes soothed you as his pace started out slow and steady.

It’d been so long since he had you like this, you’d gotten so tight he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Those darling sounds coming from you and the way you looked under him weren’t helping either. He tightly gripped your waist as he pounded into you erratically, his breaths coming out in short gasps.

“Fuck!’ He grunted loudly, while he filled your sweet center to the brim with white hot cream. Coming down from your shared high, he lazily played with your skirt. “Yer gonna have to wear this more often, ya know that right?”

Rose: Fine tuning your favorite instrument with him in the room shouldn’t have been that much of a distraction, but when your soft thighs were on show, there was no hope focusing on anything other than you.

He absentmindedly strummed his guitar, letting the melody climb into a romantic ballad the longer he gazed upon you. Your delicate fingers paying extra care to your second voice with each tuning had him wondering if you knew how beautiful you truly were.

“That’s a lovely song. What inspired it?” Your voice complimented the key perfectly.

“Who else other than my other half?” His eyes fluttered to your concentrated expression. The flattered smile peeking through was all the incentive he needed to continue. “And what was the vision behind your little outfit today?”

“Who other than you?” You smirked at him, crossing your legs so the skirt rode up further. The seam of maroon silk peeked out from underneath. He couldn’t help but feel like a starving man with a piece of the most mouth-watering meat dangling in front of him, just out of reach.

Placing his guitar down, he went over to you. “I think you’ve tuned it enough for today.” Before you could protest against him taking your instrument away, he planted a firm kiss with enough fervor to take your breath away.

His hands slid under your skirt and roughly grabbed your ass. As your lip lock deepened, his fingers played at the sides of those devilishly tempting panties. Gripping them tightly, the force squeezed against your already slick lips. The soft whimper coming from you as a result was like music to his ears, a song that he yearned to further orchestrate.

Slowly, he shimmied them off of you, savoring the way they hugged against your curves. You looked heavenly like this: hot and bothered, ready for him to make you sing your siren’s song. Clenching your lingerie in his fist, he spread your thighs so that the short fabric of your skirt barely covered your soft skin. Your ass hanging out, your pussy dripping with need, your pants growing desperate: a delectable sight that he felt lucky to bear witness to.

Dipping into you, he hung onto each gasp and moan you were willing to give him. Your walls clenched around him from the blissful sensations coursing through your molten core. A shaky, satisfied smile peered down at you, while you gave him a taste of the symphony he’d been thinking about all morning. As he began thrusting, your moans grew louder and needier, fueling his darkening lust for you.

Your damp panties were being squeezed between his hand and the back of your thigh. The sweetened musk mixing with the slight sweat building between you two was clouding his thoughts even more with you and you alone. You were an image worthy of the status of goddess, meant to be worshiped like the gift you were and he was going to do just that.

His movements pushed deeper but kept a steady pace to hit that sweet spot just right. The way you practically sang for him had his head spinning. As your body trembled in signal of your approaching climax, he acted on impulse—bringing your panties to his face to fully engulf himself in every part of you. The lewd sight of him huffing your dirty underwear helped push you over that sought after edge. The sheer intensity of your body cumming along with your sweet scent flooding his senses lured out his own release. 

Such depravity that wasn’t above either of your standards, the mingling scent of sex made you want to pick up more skirts in this one’s likeness.

[beevean]

You know, the funniest thing about how the games treat Dracula compared to the show is that the former have no less than four foils for our villain! To really hammer in the point that dude chose to be a bastard when he could have not!

Alucard also lost Lisa - he watched her die, he listened to her last words, and by all account it was a slow, painful death. He could have been angry towards the mob who unfairly put his mother through such a terrible death. Instead, accepting Lisa's final message, he chose to protect humanity from his father's fury, and kill him over and over which causes him so much internal turmoil that he'd rather sleep his life away.

Soma discovered that his fate was to become the Dark Lord. He simply refused. In fact, he was scared to become the Dark Lord, to the point of making Julius promise that if he lost against Chaos, the vampire hunter would kill him. Soma wants to be a normal human with his friends, and he'll fight to stay so. (worthy of noting that he's the only foil here who can't resist the darkness' call when he sees his beloved die, in DoS: Mina's Talisman can only slow the process down for Arikado to intervene in time. It proves that he really has to struggle to remain as himself)

Hector also was forced to see her beloved be executed in a sham witch trial - deliberately! Isaac deliberately set this up to enrage him to the point of being easily manipulable, and Death deliberately fanned the flames of his anger so that he'd succumb to the Curse and become Dracula. Hector not only directed all of his anger to the only responsible for Rosaly's death, but by the end he pulled back, because he realized that anger was not real, and recognized Isaac as another victim before peacefully moving on.

And Leon also had his fiancée die (see a pattern here), in fact he had to strike the fatal blow, under her request. Mathias honestly believed that because of this, Leon would understand his grief, and also renounce to God. But Leon not only had no intention to forgive Mathias for his cruel plan, he insisted that he'd rather live as a human and honor Sara's final wish, than exist for all eternity all alone, the fate Mathias doomed himself to.

So yes, eventually it almost becomes funny how much the games keep insisting "look at how much of a pathetic loser Dracula is. what a weak bitch. really thinks he's all justified because Wife Died™. Look at all these badasses with Dead Wives™ and how they still do the right thing! lol, dracula. lmao, even."

the virgin "he did nothing wrong 🥺" vs the chad "he did everything wrong and he's a petty manbaby about it". we stan

(ofc there is the heavy implication that Dracula literally cannot move on nor become a better person because of Chaos' influence inside him, which is why his soul had to do a hard reboot in the form of Soma to be freed from the cycle of destruction he stuck himself in. But there is certainly a discussion to be had about how much this affects Dracula's agency and culpability)

[cuntnoir]

i really think marinette should’ve disliked adrien for longer, i would’ve just switched things around because that’s really compelling to me. i want to do a rewrite but i don’t have time right now so instead i’ll post about everything i would do if i could (read: had the time).

so marinette doesn’t like adrien, she thinks he’s kind of fake, uptight, he’s still just actually very sweet and very blonde but she’s just kind of misinterpreting the vibe after they started out on the wrong foot. especially if he’s bff with known enemy of marinette nation chloe… adrien is distraught about this of course. also i just think marinette should get a bit nastier, she’s going through a lot she can be kind of mean sometimes. as a treat.

ladybug initially doesn’t like chat noir because he’s like stealing the mona lisa or something, you’re telling me this boy hasn’t had an ounce of freedom in his life and he doesn’t dapple in a little petty theft just for the thrill of it when he gets the chance? meanwhile she’s taking her new responsibilities seriously because she didn’t want them to begin with! so she can’t understand how he can be so flippant about it… until they talk and she understands his life better but once they know each other that’s the Team.

then in terms of the love square, i’m not sure marinette has time to be thinking of fun things like love, and adrien just wants marinette to be his friend really. but i think marinette comes around with the whole lila situation because everyone else is against her and suddenly it’s like oh adrien is actually not an asshole? he has the power of critical thought? who knew!

also i think the miraculous ladybug power should kind of have limitations, like it can’t bring people back if they die so that’s really heavy on the shoulders of these sixteen year olds. i would also want to age them up a little. and they can get injured. cause then adrien can break his nose or something and it doesn’t heal right so he’s freed of being a model. and when his face is a little fucked up THAT is when marinette thinks ‘…wait. need’

[fabuloustrash05]

TMNT 2012: Monster AU

Remember that 2012 Halloween toy line where the Turtles were monsters? So I made a little AU based around that where the Turtles and all their friends are monsters or something else...

Leonardo - Mummy, was a royal that was given new life thanks to the Egyptian gods. Often bickers with Raph over who’s the superior royal (Leo’s actual royalty, Raph just claims he is causs ego)

Raphael - Vampire, calls himself the Prince of Darkness. Massive ego. He’s in love with the vampire slayer who’s hunting him down and wants to drink her blood to make her his vampire queen.

Donatello - Frankenstein’s Monster, created by Casey and very intelligent despite just been created and given life. Struggles to speak. Has a special connection and bond with April who uses to her powers to mentally communicate with him so she can hear him speak fully.

Michelangelo - Werewolf, his wolf transformation only comes out at a full moon so he’s his regular self the rest of the time but people think he’s more fun when transformed

April - Basically Carrie minus the abusive parent. Her father worries for her and her powers losing control and hurting those she loves, she feels like a freak but then she meets the Turtles and feels at home and slowly learns to control her powers.

Casey - Dr Frankenstein. A mediocre scientist, he created Donnie to prove he’s the best but turns out his creation is smarter than him and he hates it.

Karai - Gorgon (basically Medusa) and yes she can turn peoples into stone if you look into her eyes. Often wears shades or a blind fold to avoid eye contact.

Splinter - Ghost, a wise spirit who’s haunts the Turtles and friends.

Shinigami - Witch (shocker), usually everyone ago to for spells to solve their problems (Ex: Raph once went to her to make him a love potion, and once Slash asked her to help cure his “condition”), but she just messes with them and makes spells that just make their situation even worse.

Mona Lisa - Vampire Hunter. A Van Helsing and is hunting Raph down. Refuses to fall for his tactics and tricks (no matter how charming he is!)

Leatherhead - A sea monster like creature (like the creature of the black lagoon). Was an outsider and loner, bad social skills, but then met and befriended Mikey. He’s slowly opening up more and more when with him.

Slash - Something similar to Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, he’s got two personalities that clash (Spike and Slash), he hates it and wishes to be freed from this “cruse”.

Renet - Average human, she’s dating Mikey and he desperately tries to hide the fact he’s a werewolf from her. She already knows.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

hi king how was the worm did you enjoy the worm how many Normal Feelings did that fucking d&d ending give you because they fucking. DEMOLISH me every time I think about it

I ENJOYED THE WORM I ENJOYED THE WORM SO FUCKING MUCH. GODDDD. SHAPE IM GOING TO THROW UP AND DIE BADLY. god. okay. alright. locking the fuck in im going to just rant about literally everything holy shit

ok so first of all taylor. TAYLOR. holy shit dude. girl who makes good decisions!!!!! sooo many good decisions!!! amy you have to alter my brain you have to do it to defeat scion you have to do it!!! im going to explode!!! taylor hebert thinking about how things could potentially help in the long term but never ever thinking about how her decisions effect people in the short term!!!! not thinking about how rachel and lisa and anyone else would feel seeing her ruin herself in a crazy attempt to get more powerful to defeat scion!!!!! GOD!!! and after the fact when she was talking with contessa, she admitted she would have done it differently. she REGRETTED IT. she has never ever admitted that she regretted any of her plans BUT SHE REGRETTED THIS ONE. SHE WOULD HAVE DONE IT DIFFERENTLY. HEAD IN FUCKING HANDS. TAYLOR HEBERT ADMITS SHE DID SOMETHING STUPID!!!!

and she's in another world with her dad now. hang on i sent messages 2 the hornfreaker discord that perfectly encapsulate my feelings about her i'll just put them here if i think about her for too long i feel like eating my carpet

ALSO DEFIANT. OKAY. DEFIANT. drives me fucking crazy that taylor was controlling all of the tinkers and having them make a huge fucking machine and the first time she had them use it she "gave defiant the honour of flicking the switch" <<EXACT PHRASING. like she KNEW that was something he'd want to do so she made him do it!!!!!! and i talked abt this in the discord too but i dont wanna scroll back that far to find my messages but when the tinkers left her influence they kept fucking building it!!!! and i just know defiant was the one to convince the others to keep working on it once she wasn't controlling them!!! i just fucking know it!!!! he would have been pissed about being controlled but he and taylor are So Fucking Similar he would have UNDERSTOOD what she was doing and pushed to make her plan happen. AND WHEN THE DEVICE WAS READY. HE WAS THE ONE AT THE SWITCH AGAIN. BUT WILLINGLY THIS TIME. THAT DRIVES ME FUCKING CRAZY. the story started because of taylor and colin and it fucking ended because of taylor and colin. it started with them at odds and ended because of them working together. AUGHHHHH

AND D&D OUAGHHGHHHHH THEYRE SO FUCKING. IMPORTANT TO ME. SHE'S FREE NOW. SHE'S FUCKING FREE. NO TEACHER IN HER CODE NO ONE FUCKING AROUND WITH HER MIND ANYMORE. NO ONE CHANGING HER AGAINST HER WILL. SHE'S FREE AND DEFIANT FREED HER. BUT ALSO SHE FREED HERSELF BECAUSE SHE MERGED WITH PANDORA WHICH WAS LITERALLY AN EARLIER VERSION OF HERSELF. IM GONNA EAT LEAD. THEY DID IT. SHE'S FUCKING FREE. SHE CAN DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS NOW. dude if you had told me back when i was reading the aftermath of the leviathan fight that colin arm master wallis would be one of my favourite characters ever i would have spit on you and cursed your name and thrown you out a window or something. god. he and dragon are so everything to me. im gonna throw up and die. he's no longer zeus he's content being a hephaestus....... "my worst days with you are better than my best days alone" "you saved me" "i never thought i would be a cape wife" im going to eat my carpet

[guzhufuren]

it's always great when artists are freed from a company they felt unhappy being in and get creative freedom and i know it's awfully selfish but i am so apprehensive of The Boyz's artistic future. a bunch of my favourite performers like Taemin, Lisa and Jennie left theirs and released new music that i completely dislike and i am so sad of the thought of potentially not getting more dope stuff from The Boyz cause those dudes hold 4 out of top 10 of my all time favourite korean tracks which is a whole lot cause there are so many other artists and i'm so picky and annoying with music

[fangbangerghoul]

Slim Pickins

Fandom: DA: Veilguard Rated: M Chapter 2: Minor Injuries Ship: Elex/Ghoul 'Rook'

Watching Xena: Warrior Princess and ended up finishing a chapter.

It's my WIP WED

Big thanks to @staticpallour for being a beta reader and editor in chief! It's my first lil smut in a while so I needed another pair of eyes. The real juicy parts are on AO3

Tagging: @bearlytolerant @lisa-and-shadow @awardenandacrow @ronqueesha @hyperions-light @roguishcat @thedissonantverses

The Cobbled Swan was as she remembered it, loud, energetic, full to the brim with drunks and the lingering aroma of great food. Ghoul found comfort in the fact that it was night within Minrathous when she had stepped through the Eluvian. She did not entirely think ahead of where the elvan mirror would take her but she hadn’t expected that it would step directly into the Shadow Dragon lair. But alas she was able to slink away before being seen by someone important. Ghoul would have probably pulled out a knife if she had to hear Tarquin complain about her presence.

Ghoul approached a table with a confident sway to her step, she was home, and she was eager to drink herself to oblivion. It was warm inside the tavern which made her airy lilac jumpsuit all the comfier. It hugged her in the right places and reveled enough skin to flash wandering eyes. As soon as she sat a wench was at her table with a sour look and an impatient flick of her quill. Ghoul tried to smile while she gave the busty woman her order of a pint of brown ale. When the lady came back Ghoul tipped her well and immediately put her lips to the mug. The taste of the brown ale was hardy but it was as if a big relief washed over her while the burning liquor rushed down into her stomach.  

She loved fighting, loved killing Venatori, loved being a trickster but goddess bless if she hadn’t missed a strong drink. The pantry at the Lighthouse never kept enough of the good stuff and she made a mental note to remedy that. Ghoul looked down at the pint and swirled it around for good measure before allowing the drink to warm her belly some more. She was getting lost in her own delight.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A charming voice said behind her and she knew immediately who it was. She did not dare to turn because she knew not only was she not supposed to be exposing herself where anyone’s eyes or ears could sell her location to the Venatori but she also was not supposed to be associating with a Threads member. Supposedly.

“Could say the same but I know you like to grovel here for customers.” There was an unpleasantness in her voice that slipped, irritation from her personal time being interrupted.  

“Hey now, lets keep this civil. I happened to just be in the area.” The loft defensiveness in his voice reminded Ghoul she was here to have a good time. He was probably trying to do the same, probably.

“How convenient.” A smile curled on Ghoul’s lip and she knew Elek couldn’t see but she made sure it could be well heard. The last time she had done business with a Threads member she was lectured for weeks about ethical conflicts. Who was she to care? If the intel led to more freed slaves within Tevinter didn’t the ends justify the means?

“Could say the same about you.” His dastardly grin was felt as the words left his mouth. Ghoul felt the urge to turn around and see exactly what position his lips were in. “You aren’t even supposed to be around, aren’t you on some kind of mi—”

“None of your concern.” She interrupted Elek now turning to look at him. He was already curled around his chair, his arm laxed as it held him in place. Their faces were extremely close but even with the snap interruption there was no regret or fear in Elek’s eyes. If anything, he looked pleased with himself like a cat would after knocking over a lit candle.

“Maybe not my concern as a Threads member, but I do fancy the rumors that have come along with your presence, or the lack thereof.” Ghoul huffed at his bait. She wasn’t going to give him anything no matter how slyly he tried to pry. She finished off her drink and was about to stand to go to the bar to order another.

“On me.” There was a cold tap on the exposed part of her arm and she looked down to see a fresh mug was already full, foaming, and waiting. The cold sweat on the outside of the made the drink more inviting. Her eyes bounced between the mug and the innocent look on his face. Elek was never innocent.

“You take the first sip.” She demanded suspiciously.

“Why did you want to kiss me?” His brown eyes lit up and the scar on his face raised with the widening grin he had. Elek’s agenda was even less clear.

Ghoul flipped her curls onto her back and began to leave where their booths sat. This prompted Elek to make a slurping noise as he tried to give her reassurance it wasn’t poison.

“For a Shadow, you are more paranoid than most.” He sighed as he reached over the back of her side of the booth to place the mug on her table. She stopped and finally conceded it would not hurt to save a few coins to accept his offer. Either it was not poisoned or he went to the trouble of pretending to drink it. Instead of sitting at her original booth she pushed the lean man over to scoot as she grabbed the mug and sat beside him.

“Most Shadows don’t have a history of getting to kill several noble Venatori.” She says before finally sipping on the gifted drink. Elek’s shoulders relaxed as he made himself comfortable in the corner of their seat, that devious grin looking more prideful than ever.

“Have I mentioned I like you?” Ghoul felt a little surprised by the statement but that surprised filtered into a sultry grin. He was tempting to look at and she was wondering if this was the appetizer she was desiring.

“Have I mentioned I eat men like you for breakfast?” Ghoul retorted, now leaning on her right side to face him, her leg lazily folded into the booth between them. She sipped on the drink, licking her lips to rid herself of the foam.

“I think I wouldn’t mind being eaten from the likes of you.” This time his voice was lowered and more promising, his average sized frame still was courageous enough to lean just an inch closer to Ghoul. Her citrine eyes locked onto his amber gaze and there was now a deeper conversation happening between them. Perhaps a test of wills or even a test of vulnerability. She couldn’t decipher which but it didn’t matter as her heart throbbed in her ears, eager to close the space.

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[regancastlelion]

i think a cool concept and direct for the game to take would be that there's, like with the Soul Riders, a fifth dark rider. but like, it's us.

and we find this out after we get a real dramatic (because it's SSO) retelling of one—or all—of the Dark Riders' backstories and why they turned to the dark side. picture this;

you're with your soul/starter horse, facing off the dark riders and mr. sands with the soul riders. they're just about to release garnok, fripp is there because he'll let five older teenagers almost die countless times and two of those older teenagers watch their mentor die, but by Aideen's name if he lets the one superdemonic being out of its prison.

garnok recognises you, stating that it cannot believe it has finally found you. sands is like "yo, tf you talkin' about?" and as it turns out, there is a fifth dark rider that is essentially the evil version of you. but the thing is, you've heard all the reasons katja, jess/jay, sabine and whatever-the-hell-the-fourth-dark-rider-is-called turned to the dark side in the first place.

fripp and the soul riders excuse that you would never turn your back on the good of the world, but you're conflicted.

on one hand, you've been helping people and saving lives. but on the other hand, you never received the same treatment.

you freed lisa and anne from pandoria, you revived fripp, but would they do the same for you?

yes, there's an importance in faith of aideen and following your purpose, but what of loyalty? truth?

the keepers of aideen had lied to you, over and over again, the one person who didn't is dead.

and who are the people that haven't lied to you thus far? the dark riders.

sure, there have been lies here and there, but you've stopped them at every plan of theirs. of course they'll lie, they have a reason to. the keepers of aideen didn't.

for such a prized warrior of theirs, they surely didn't treat you very well.

you're standing in the middle, garnok ushering you to it's side, promising loyalty and family. trust and compromise. fripp tells you that you have to stay with the keepers and the soul riders, you don't have a choice. if you leave, the sisterhood will fall again.

then, a choice pops up on the screen. it's your soul horse, just as conflicted as you.

"WHO DO WE CHOOSE?"

[_] "The side of Good, no matter how much has been hidden from us, (soul horse's name)."

[_] "The side of Bad, who haven't given us a reason to distrust them for no good reason."

[themanyworldsofus]

My Genshin Impact DR

And here is the post I promised! I feel like my take on this DR is probably more unique than most, so if you feel inspired by the concept, feel free to adapt it into your own scripts!

First, some background. I first played Genshin starting on last year's anniversary, and one thing that bothered me from the start was how the game does absolutely nothing to acknowledge the characters in your party. I got Diluc from an early pull, but no one would say anything if I brought him to the Angel's Share, or the Dawn Winery, or Donna.

Then, my Immersive Daydreaming kicks in. If the game's not gonna acknowledge these characters, I'll just do it myself. So I started imagining interactions between these characters as we traveled. Like Aether messing around with Kaeya while Amber tries to yell at them and Lisa laughs in the background. I also tried to avoid using Teleport Waypoints unless absolutely necessary, so it felt more like we were on an adventure.

Gradually, this evolved into a whole sideplot alongside the Archon Quests, one that explored character arcs. I became really invested in it and decided to add it to my DR. If people are curious, I can fully detail this plot in a future post if people are interested. For now, just know that I'm Aether in my DR.

For this plot to happen, I would need to interact with people I wasn't supposed to have met yet in the main storyline. So my solution was to have nearly every playable character be a member of the Adventurer's Guild as part of a special division for Vision users.

But wait, what about Bennett and Fischl? Doesn't that make them less special? Once I realized that, I decided that they would be the leaders of this branch. Yes, Bennett actually gets the respect he deserves within the Guild. Is it weird for two teenagers to be leading a major branch of a massive international guild? Maybe, but it's shifting, so who cares?

Moving on, this doesn't mean everyone will be available all the time. People have their own lives after all. And there's also some obvious limitations like Nahida before she's freed, all of Inazuma before the Sakoku Decree is lifted, etc. But this shift in availability is good, as it allows me to spend time with people I wouldn't have otherwise.

Each of the Guild's headquarters has a proper building, and within it there's a corkoard with a list of people's current availability. When I'm about to leave on a quest, I can choose up to 4 people to come with me. In my DR, Teleport Waypoints only exists between the Guild's branches, and their purpose is to allow adventurers to quickly reach the places they were commissioned to. So I tell Katheryne who I want in my team, she gets people to send my requests to them, and I wait for them to arrive.

And that's pretty much some of the most important things about my DR. Like I said, feel free to steal the idea for your own scripts, and also if you want to hear more about my plot, just let me know in the notes or through asks! Bye for now :D

[shadowcatzone]

Rosaria: that's anemo archon barbossa, he watches over mondstadt.

Kaeya: no, that's a famous pirate. You mean anemo archon barbados, the god of freedom.

Venti: no, that's an island. You're thinking about anemo archon betelgeuse, protector of mondstadt.

Lisa: no, that's a star, dear. He's actually anemo archon banana, who invented dandelion wine.

Jean: ...

Diluc: no, that's a southern fruit. It's anemo archon barber, who freed mondstadt from the tyrants.

Traveler: no that's someone who... fixes... beards... you're uh, talking about anemo archon... barbara?

Venti: good job! no, that's the beloved sister of the church of favonius. You actually mean-

___

Jean: *sighs*

Klee, whispering: i know they actually mean anemo archon barbatos! But i don't want the adults to feel silly for getting it wrong so much...

Jean: that's alright, klee, they'll get it right sooner or later.

[mikka-minns]

Designs? 👀👀👀 Im realy glad im helping!

Hanzo and Harumi are the bisexuals that go after those gay ass twins.

Kuai follows in Jax's footsteps by being the ultimate third to fifth wheel. I wonder who will be the third couple.

Kuai: You dont get it, Jax, they are everywhere! Im the only one who doesnt get bitches have a partner!

Jax: im sorry for you but i also feels some sort of satisfaction

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Lets be honest, its not the Hasashis that are short, its the cryomancers that are abnormaly large. Its tha cryomancer geeeeene

Lisa is about to become Bi han's Canon event if he doesnt stop the Tomfoolery. And let me tell you, it will be worse than killing him.

@mikka-minns, MA GAL! I HAD IDEAS!! 💛💛

Ok, so Scorpion!Harumi has been living rent free in my mind soooooo, I made an (huge ass) AU!

This goes Spider Gwen style like we talked! So Harumi became Scorpion instead of Hanzo!

I dunno what's the process to become Scorpion, I imagine they evaluate your skills during missions, but also go through some trail by combat! And in our reality (Scorpion!Hanzo's reality) Hanzo and Harumi are toe to toe but he wins by an inch, while in this reality Harumi got the upper hand!

And this here's my take on her design as Scorpion:

Now under the cut I go more in depth with her life and stuff, I didn't make it all that different from Hanzo (as you know, parallels and canon events🎸 and stuff) but there's a twist or two!

So Harumi becomes Scorpion, and due to his performance Hanzo is one of her most trusted warriors, till they have Satoshi and Hanzo becomes more of a stay-at-home dad so Harumi can go in longer and more challenging missions.

And one day she is hired do one of the most dangerous missions yet, steal a map from a Shaolin Temple!

She meets the man, Bi-Han, the Sub-Zero himself! He is, as expected, not impressed by the warrior before him, too short, too scrawny, he expected they would send something better to face him!

But as they engage in combat, oh boy! Perhaps he did underestimate this warrior after all! She was skilled and pulled a hell of a fight! But she is only human and he one of the last Cryomancers on Earth. Our Scorpion wouldn't stand a chance.

He defeated her and as he was ready to deliver the final blow! He hears a plea. From the Scorpion, and the penny drops!

A woman.

Sub-Zero is well known to be Ruthless and merciless. But not a monster. "Never women and children." That's his rule.

He beats her to unconsciousness, as he judges his right as winner of the match, and leaves her as she is, beaten and humiliated... but alive.

No one would hear of Sub-Zero's rare display of mercy, not even Harumi herself, as she woke up as a dead woman, in hell, reborn as a wraith.

No one knows who killed Harumi Hasashi, but for her, the killer was obvious, the last person seen with her. The ruthless, the merciless. The Sub-Zero.

He had killed her! And as she later learned, he lead an attack to her home, the Fire Gardens. Her entire clan, her beloved husband, and her sweet baby boy. All taken from her so brutally.

Sub-Zero would pay for this! And the only way she found to get to him was through Quan Chi.

A fair trade, she imagined, do one job for the evil man and get her revenge! It made sense for her. "It's what Hanzo would've done. It's what Hanzo would've wanted..."

She headed to the Mortal Kombat as a wraith, driven by her own anger and sorrow (and the whispers of a mad man) she killed Sub-Zero. He was unconscious when he died, a small mercy for another.

After vengeance was found, but not freedom. Harumi stayed by Quan Chi's side, where else would she be? Where else would she go? Who else would be out there for her?

But their "Alliance" was short lived as soon came the truth.

It was Quan Chi the man who slaughtered her family and clan, it was Quan Chi who killed Harumi after Sub-Zero had defeated her. It was Quan Chi who manipulated her grief her pain, her sorrow.

But it was she, and only she who had killed Bi-Han. She had killed an innocent man and sooner or later, she would pay the price.

It did not take long for someone to come to avenge Bi-Han. Two siblings. Twins. Kuai Liang and Lisa. Came to avenge their fallen older brother.

By the time they got to Harumi she already knew the truth, she'd already burned Quan Chi till he was nothing but a pile of burnt flesh.

She had avenged her loved ones and killed a monster. Now it was only fair the siblings, now the Sub-Zero Siblings, had their shot at getting rid of their monster.

It was only fair. It was what Harumi deserved for allowing herself to be so foolish. It was what she deserved.

But it would have to wait. The world was in danger, and she was the only one who could stop it.

She pleaded the siblings for help, to help her do the right thing, "kill me if you must, but promise me you will keep the Kamidogu safe!"

Kuai Liang, though hesitant, was the first to aid the Scorpion. He hated her, that was true, but it was also true that he wouldn't risk the world for his own needs and desires. He was better than that, and he knew that, and even Scorpion knew that.

Lisa however, was harder to convince, she was torn by her need for vengeance and the world's need of her. She did not trust the Scorpion one bit, and she thought her brother was a fool to even consider give this woman a chance.

But Kuai Liang was firm in his decision, he would protect the world, and Lisa, would protect her remaining family.

With the threat of the Kamidogu dealt with, Kuai Liang started his mission to find his missing friends and rebuild the Lin Kuei, he did not care much for vengeance anymore, he just wanted to preserve his family's legacy.

Lisa, went with him.

"My life is yours to take." Harumi told Lisa humbly before she left. The Cryomancer pondered, but ended refusing the offer. There was something about that Scorpion, something she saw during their partnership, that made Lisa hesitate.

Harumi insisted her life would be theirs, but in another way. A Shirai Ryu way.

She became their guardian and protector, she made herself a home, hidden within the Lin Kuei, until Kuai Liang, who had already made hid piece woth her and the role she had in his life, decided it was past the time to offer the Scorpion forgiveness. Even if she did not judge herself deserving of it.

Kuai invited her to stay officially and for as long as she desired. She would have a room of her own and role to play.

Never had the Sub-Zero Twins argued so intensely before. But in the end, Kuai had the last word, and Harumi stayed.

Getting Lisa to like her was a hardship, but as the years passed, the Cryomancer sister started to warm up to her. Even if she would never bring herself to admit.

Years later, Harumi was already part of the Sub-Zero family, it was hard, and having Bi-Han returning from the dead did not make things any easier, but in the end her efforts payed out.

One day, an unimaginable thing happened, Lord Raiden and his champions had found another reality. In this reality, Harumi had died, she had learned it was a normal occurrence within the multiverse.

But she had also learned whenever she died. He lived. Her Hanzo.

His visit to this world was quick, but it made quite an impact on her, as she made on him. They could both tell each other the death of their loved ones was not their fault. Never their fault.

They could tell each other how much they missed one another, how much their cared, how much they loved! They could tell each other everything they wanted but never had the opportunity to...

And by the end of the evening, Hanzo had one more thing to say: "I am in love."

Harumi knew from his expression that he was uncertain of what her reaction would be. He did not want her to feel betrayed, forgotten.

She assured him he was doing no such a thing, as a matter of fact, he was making her very happy!

Because she wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to move on, and find someone who loved him as much as she did! "He is such a sweet person, he should be able to share it with someone deserving!" She thought to herself.

And when her curiosity couldn't be contained, she asked the question: "who is this person that now own your heart?"

And the answer, somehow did not surprise him: Kuai Liang. No matter the reality, Kuai Liang always finds his way to one's heart, how could anyone possibly not love him?

And if someone is deserving of Hanzo's love, is Kuai Liang!

Hanzo had told her a lot about his world, it was not so different, though it had some significant changes, the one that chocked Harumi the most, was that there were only two Sub-Zero siblings, not three. Lisa did not exist in his world.

It stung her heart to imagine it, a world without Lisa's fierce heart, bold attitude and a kind heart she would only trust a few.

"A world without Lisa." Haruni pondered, "What a sad world it would be. What a painful thought."

Oh, I wonder what this thought could mean?

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Congratulations! You made it through the end! :D

Here, have a (very) rough sketch:

I used recent pics of Lisa's actress (Rachel Lee Harris) as inspo (specially for her hair) and gave her THAT SUIT™️, I also gave it thigh high boots cause @gophergal inspired me!💜

Also tagging @paradisechid800 cause your post started it all! 💛