#The Gloriana Set

[euphoric-dramione]

god tier dramione fanfics

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare {https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952/chapters/85870804}

Isolation by bexchan {https://archiveofourown.org/works/23461513?view_full_work=true}

Rights and Wrongs series by LovesBitca8 {https://archiveofourown.org/series/1007625}

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19 {https://archiveofourown.org/works/23875939/chapters/57393508}

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm {https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/35668776?show_comments=true}

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting {https://archiveofourown.org/works/22818646/chapters/54531817}

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc {https://archiveofourown.org/works/24481312/chapters/59089624}

Dragon’s Heartstrings by pinkinku {https://archiveofourown.org/works/46585585/chapters/117313114}

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood {https://archiveofourown.org/works/21053894/chapters/50081633}

Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites {https://archiveofourown.org/works/28137807/chapters/68944698}

All You Want by senlinyu {https://archiveofourown.org/works/15153092/chapters/35140268}

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach {https://archiveofourown.org/works/8156101/chapters/18691246}

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon {https://archiveofourown.org/works/16821571/chapters/39485710}

Love and Other Misfortunes by senlinyu {https://archiveofourown.org/works/14380728/chapters/33204618}

This World or Any Other series by olivieblake {https://archiveofourown.org/series/502333}

[ellemisc]

The Gloriana Set by @thebemoon, collaboration with starlitbookbinds on instagram

the full bind art is on my instagram

[moodymisty]

Since I remember you saying on a previous post that it would be fun for you to write. I’d like to request a konrad x gn reader.

He’s what the the people on tumblr call a “poor little meow meow”. And I’d just like to see him not only tormented by visions but also by basic human feelings of affection and attraction

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: This was fun to write :> I hope you both enjoy. This is my first real time writing anything for Konrad.

Summary: Konrad searches for you after you refused to listen to him.

Relationships: Konrad Curze/Gn!Reader

Warnings: NIGHT LORDS CONTENT, Blood, Gore mentions, Sevatar bullies you because he can, Abuse probably, Toxic relationship based on fear but also he kinda fine tho, Predator/Prey, It's Night Lords content I don't know what else I can say

Word Count: 1395

You remember the words of Primarch Fulgrim when he’d first cast eyes on you.

‘Truly, he is utterly obsessed with you.’

You hadn't understood what he meant of it at the time. Though as time has gone by, your think back on it now and see what Fulgrim had been referring to.

Konrad speaks of you with a demented sort of worship, like you hold the only key to his ever elusive happiness. He’s obsessed with you, obedient to you, he’ll give you anything you desire no matter what it takes.

But most of all, he wants you to look at him and only him.

"There you are, little toy."

You turn and look to see a familiar set of dark blue armor, marred by smatterings of dried blood and scratches from its many years of dependable use.

You know Sevatar does this because he thinks it's demeaning to not call a superior by their proper title. Especially in a hierarchy as strict as an Astartes legion. You couldn't care less. You call him Jago anyways, and he always gives an odd little smile when you do.

You know more than likely why he's here. Konrad had attempted to summon you somewhere you refused to go- where you'd rather die than go- and now he's sending someone for you. Any other might assume that your living minutes were numbered after such a refusal towards a Primarch, though you think Konrad allows you to do so because he enjoys that you're scared.

"...Jago?"

Sevatar finds the whole thing both amusing and annoying. He has better things to do than fetch his genefather's cute little plaything. Though at least you provide enough amusement for it to be better than some of the other tasks he's been delegated over his years.

He steps into your personal space- not hard given the sheer size of the man- resting a hand on the pommel of his chainsword. He doesn’t grab for you, but you know he wants to.

"If you're not going to come when he calls," Sevatar leans over you, and you can smell the rotten flesh on his armor; See the way his eyes dart over your face. “Then you might want to just run instead and give him something fun."

You can only dare to look him in the eyes, and although he can see right through it, you attempt to not completely shatter under his gaze.

Though right as your hands start to shake Sevatar leans up and chuckles, before walking away.

The Nightfall is astronomical in size, you have no idea where you could possibly go. And getting lost could mean stumbling into Night Lords who care far less than Sevatar does about keeping their Primarch happy.

To them, they’ll taken whatever punishment put upon them if they get a chance to play with something as sweet as you, as Sevatar once said. The thought had made your throat tighten. Especially hearing his tone; That as much as you trust Sevatar- and maybe even Talos- more than the other Night Lords, he was thinking the same as them.

But you only know of a few places on the Gloriana class ship that you can get to without guidance. Konrad has been very deliberate with making sure you stay within his eyeline.

The bridge, which will be swarming with Night Lords and is more than likely where Konrad himself is. Then there is the area of the ship that serves as Konrad's private quarters. It’s familiar to you, he knows you would go there. The only other place is the small librarium that serves as a temporary placement for parchment of value being saved before returning to Nostramo.

It's largely empty. Pskyers in the legion are next to none, and only a few people keep the area from falling into any disrepair.

With Sevatar gone you instantly begin running for it, trying to make your way and avoid the eyes of anyone around.

Any large bang on the walls sounds like his boots, any scrape of machinery against metal sounds like his lightning claws. You keep looking over your shoulder every time.

When you finally reach it you don't even feel relieved; You know Konrad will find you.

You know that even if you had somehow managed to evade him for a moment Sevatar knows where you are- you'd be dumb if you hadn't noticed the feeling of his eyes on you, watching- he would just tell his genefather where you were to get his distraction concluded with faster.

You've never been particularly scared of the dark, but now it feels so enveloping. And while the unknown is terrifying, it also helps you feel small, tucked between shelves. While your heart might have relaxed from pounding against your rib cage from running, it’s still racing as your ears prick to every little sound. You touch old parchment with a fingertip, feeling rough against your skin.

You don't know how long it's been; Your stomach grumbles a bit, but it's hard to tell if it's hunger or nausea.

You can hear the door open, and the sound of boots on the floor. It makes your heart nearly stop for a moment.

You know it's him from the weight of them. You steel yourself back against a shelf and look towards the end where there's still a bit of light and can only wait.

To think, the man you think you love, who professes his obsession with you at every moment, can make you feel like this.

You imagine those moments where his black hair frames his face and his eyes aren’t nearly as dark when he looks at you, as his shadow approaches.

He finally catches sight of you, and his voice softens just a bit. Primarch voices are always so loud, especially when they yell, and he seems to always talk to you like you’re so, so gentle.

"There you are."

His cape brushes against the ground as he comes closer. He overtakes any little amount of light there is, shadowing your body in an even more darkness.

“Your hiding is cute, my love, but you know I'll always find you."

He isn’t wearing his full armor, only some cloth trousers and heavy boots leaving his upper body unclothed. You think they were the ones given to him by Fulgrim. His recent time with his brother has had a noticeable effect, though the smile he gives you is still while endearing- though perhaps that’s just you and your love for him- is still off.

He bows to get just close enough to you to grab your jaw with his right hand, but when that isn't close enough, he takes a knee.

His eyes are like voids as you look into him, his skin is perfect. The smile on his face you'd dare to call handsome of you weren't here; If he didn't have you cornered like a whimpering animal.

Why did it have to be him; Out of everyone in the galaxy, why did it have to be him that saw something in you worth loving. And why do you keep coming back for more.

That evening with Fulgrim had almost made him seem normal, and now you're back here; Back in Hell.

“Are you going to run again? Or just cry?” His fingers touch just below your eye, breaking your waterline and sending a single tear down your cheek. He leans even closer.

“You look so sweet when you cry.” His lips press against the shell of your ear.

"If you ever say his name like that again, I will make you step into that Gallery, my love."

You assume he must mean Jago. You don't know how he heard you, but you know he's obsessive, dominating, all-consuming; That you are his ever so tiny sliver of happiness he won't let go of. He's said before you are the only thing that makes his world not feel like torment, and you'd find almost romantic if it wasn't so suffocating.

His lips leave the shell of your ear and ghost over your own, as they tremble. You'd try and pull away if you weren't so trapped in him. You hate that even with how much he scares you, he has you caught like a fishhook.

"No one gets to hear you say their name but me."

[kyonkyon69]

DRAMIONE FANFICS

[AO3/FANFICTION.NET/TUMBLR]

[BIG 3]

[1]Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

[2]His Little Bird Series by TheWanderersWanderingDaughter

[3]MANACLED by Senlinyu

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>On the Nature of Daylight by ikorous

>& Obey, Till Death Do Us Part by LongtimeLurker1111

>A Good Prisoner by greenflowerpot

>Edge by phantonym

>Dramione fics [GOOGLE DRIVE]

>Dramione fics [GOOGLE DRIVE] Part.2

>The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy Series by speechwriter

> Rights and Wrongs Series by LovesBitca8

>The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon

>Clean Series by olivieblake

>The Fallout by everythursday

>Isolation by Bex-chan

>The Commoner's Guide to Bedding a Royal Series by olivieblake

>Silencio Series by AkashaTheKitty

>Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing... Rat? by Maya Mistful

>Confessions Series by SaintDionysus

>Enemies with Benefits by DrusillaMaxima

>Wait and Hope Series by mightbewriting

>Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes

>We Learned the Sea by floorcoaster

>How to Win Friends and Influence People by olivieblake

>Chronos Historia by In Dreams

>The Oblivious Ones by diamonddaydream

>Love in the Time of Death Eaters by gnrkrystle

>Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie

>The Brightest Black by: Enigmaticrose4

>What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham

>The Boy in the Hammock by galfoy

>Heavy Lies the Crown by: floorcoaster

>It's All Uncharted by: redhead414

>A Second Look Series by RiverWriter

>Simply Irresistible Series by Bookworm1993

>The Dragon's Bride by rizzlewrites

>What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham

>The Green Girl by Colubrina

>Architecture of Life Series by EscapingArtist

>Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm

>Remain Nameless by HeyJude19

>Love and Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud

>Apple Pies and Other Amends Universe by ToEatAPeach

>A Gentleman's Guide to Incandescence by olivieblake

>Lionheart by greenTeacup

>Scarlett Dragon by cleotheo

>Phoenix Potion Universe by FedonCiadale

>How Fair the Vine by thebrightcity

>Amateur Cartography by worksofstone

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>The Politician's Wife by pir8fancier

>The Alkahest by shadukiam

>Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse Universe Series by rizzlewrites

>Crumple Series by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope)

>Osculum Annuum by MyDelphi

>These Selfish Vows by HeavenlyDew

>Some Bright and Last Thing by bionically

>Late Night Wandering by Snowblind12

>Never Odd or Even Series by ambpersand

>The Temptation of Miss Potter by Rumaan

>Tear The Moon by Maria81

>Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll

>Somewhere in Time Series by madrose_writing

>Wedding Bells by cleotheo

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>Bring Him to His Knees Series by Musyc

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>Cruel And Beautiful World by Lena Phoria

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>Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm

>Here We Go Round The Prickly Pear Series by Hystaracal

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>Draco Malfoy Runs a Marathon by PurpleSugarQuills

[azuhrasims]

One Piece Sims and CC can be hard to find. If you're not much of a CC creator like me, you scramble to put together similar items to make the Sim you want.

Consider this a Buggy the Clown look book with scrambled together CC and a few personal recolors. Check below for links, and downloads of that infamous skull and cross bones face paint and tucked striped shirt!

Skin Overlay: Gloriana Sims makes a few different really cool anime overlays!

Eyes: by OnePieceSims are here

Hair: Sims 4 Werewolves Pack

Hat: Cavalier hat by StrangeStorytellerSims can be found here

Clown Face Paint (blush): by peachs3ed-sims here

Clown Nose (face paint): by peachs3ed-sims here

Skull and Crossbones with Eye Makeup: By me, Azuhra find it here (Mediafire Link)

Lipstick: MAC cosmetics in game (tagged fem frame, you need to remove Masc frame tag for it to show up in your makeup list)

Neck scarf (necklace, I used the fem frame version): by Dissia is here

Striped Shirt (tucked, comes in multiple swatches, including black and white for those Impel Down vibes): by me, Azuhra. Find it here.

Trousers: by Serenity-cc you can find it here

Striped Socks: by Saruin and you can find them here

Shoes: by Bellasims and you can find them here

Gloves: by monosims and it looks like that .zip file might have tripped and fallen into this folder here

Bonus Round: I know some folks have used the fuzzy jacket from THIS set by Serenity-cc as buggy's coat.

Seriously, if any lovely CC creator makes us real Buggy CC, including that hat, I will be delighted.

I'm not a CC creator and my recolors are not as beautiful as some may be. Its all I have to offer though.

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Thanks to all of the lovely cc creators: @glorianasims, @onepiecesims, @peachs3ed-sims, @dissiasims, @serenity-cc, @saruin, @bellassims, @strangestorytellersims

[sleepyfan-blog]

Rotten Hope (2)

Author’s note: Part two of the Typhus x Reader fics. I blame you all for the botflies that have spawned because of this.  this 4,595 words long. Why has this man infested my brain so much? HELP Previous

Tagged: @ms--lobotomy @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: dubious consent, attempted seduction, forced marriage (In that Typhus decides that you and him are married now), body horror, tentacles, oviposition, SMUT, mild cumflation, demon bees, please ask me to tag anything that makes you uncomfortable that I missed

Summary: You are brought to Typhus the traveler, herald of Nurgle, to speak with him. You get far more than what you bargained for. 

You could keenly sense Typhus' presence upon this world. The powerful deamon marine of nurgle wasn't bothering to hide nor dim his curdling presence to your senses as you left the space port where your ship had been docked. Your ship - what used to be your ship - was a swift vessel that did have enough ammunition to defend itself against most pirates and would be attackers. Not that they could fend off the full might of a Gloriana class vessel, Her speed could fly circles around the much larger but slower vessel. You were also hoping that they would be focused on the suffering and agonizing souls were being ravaged by the plague, rather than a single vessel of healthy, un-touched souls. 

As you make your way through the streets of the city, you watch as the plague marines and cultists go from door to door, bearing bowls of horrific looking and smelling liquid that bubbled and glorped unpleasantly. the ragged, sickly and confused mortals peering blearily at them, falling to their knees and thankful for the stew given to them, drinking gratefully as the foul substance seemed to soothe the ragged edges of madness that was part of the dreadful blight that had taken so many of the mortals of this world. You look away, focusing on moving through the streets of the city, hearing the grateful murmurings of the mortals around you, tears falling from your eyes as you knew that the horrid stew that they were gratefully drinking would bind them to the Plaguefather.

Ah... But you'd been the one to bring these bastards here. You'd been so relieved to have found an Astartes, you'd forgotten to check if he was chaos-tainted or not, having forgotten that not all of them followed the will of their creator in your desperate search for any kind of help... And you'd found help, as the violent madness did seem to fade from the minds of the afflicted as you carefully move across barricades, still in your hazmat suit, silently hoping that the uninfected mortals realized that Plague Marines had come to this world and they had ways to flee this world, this system before they were caught and either killed painfully or turned to Nurgle's side. 

You knew that you'd been spotted hours ago, and stopped at the edge of the barricade that had been set up by the Death Guard and their accompanying cultists, despair and misery pulling at your heart as you see that the healthy mortals were being stripped of their protective gear and dragged across the barrier one at a time, being taken to where Typhus was. You swallow down the desire to flee, to hide. He knew you were on this world. You had no safe way off of this world, and if you willingly revealed your presence, perhaps you could have the remaining healthy mortals spared from the predations of the plague-ridden neverborn. You walk up to two of the guards as they glare down at the trembling, weeping mortals and call out as bravely as you can manage out "Excuse me -" Your eyes flicker over the corroded metal and twisted heraldry that both of the plague marines were wearing, searching for any clue as to what either of their ranks were. Aha! You spotted it, under the grime and muck "Sergeant, but I need to speak with your first captain, he is expecting me."

The Death Guard on the left leaned on his scythe a little, looking you up and down "The first captain won't see anyone in clothes like that, it's rude. He also said that he gave the one he's looking for a certain phrase to prove themself to be the eternal blossom he seeks?"

You swallow hard as you reach up and take off your helmet, doing your best to keep eye contact with the large marine, ignoring the horrified gasps from the mortals around you. 

"No! Lady Trader, do not-" One of the scientists pleaded, running towards you and breaking the line that they'd been put in, trying to reach for your helmet.

Two of the cultists rushed the scientist who'd grabbed you and hauled them back into line, giggling madly "Now, now, don't be impatient! Grandfather is happy to bless all of you, you just need to be patient!"

"He said... He said that Typhus asked me, little Isha, to come to him while our minds touched one another." You respond, doing your best to keep your voice as even and confident as you can manage. Your grip on the hazmat helmet is tight, but you hope that they don't notice that.

Both Death Guards grin - their fused facial plates splitting open into needle-sharp maws with dozens of spiraling rows of teeth, and the mouths on their bellies opening up and laughing raucously "So he did, little blossom! Remove the rest of your protective coverings and one of our brothers will bring you to the Herald."

You nod, stripping out of the rest of the hazmat suit as quickly as you could force yourself to move, now dressed in the shirt, shorts and shoes you'd picked specifically because it would get very warm in the hazmat suit if you dressed too warmly. It was early spring in this hemisphere and in the blood-red dawn of day it was chilly, causing you to shake and shiver in the cold. "I have done as you asked."

"Darsas! Eleghra, the eternal flower has revealed herself at the gate and is prepared to meet Older Brother." One of the guards calls out.

Moments later, two massive, mutated plague marines walk up to you, one of them on each of your sides and pick you up bodily, walking you into the secondary area. You're set down before a half-dozen Nurglite cultists who begin to frisk you for weapons - as if you could physically stand up to the might of a standard marine, much less a favored chaos marine of one of the Four - before saying "She is ready to see The Herald."

You are physically picked up and carried over to a large, grimy tent where a massive marine is partially bent over a large table, speaking with the plague riddled governor and highest-ranking nobles of the half-dozen worlds under siege of  this awful plague, each of the latter looking terrified and resigned. All of them look stunned to see you - and that you are whole and healthy, especially in the grasp of a plague marine. You should be in paroxysms of pain, gasping and spluttering as the infested flies that buzz around their supernaturally fucked up bodies devour from the inside out. 

Despite his helmet hiding whatever facial expressions he might be making, you could feel the satisfaction and delight that Typhus oozes as his gaze falls upon you, dangled in the grasp of two of his brothers. "Excellent! I was hoping that you wouldn't be stubborn nor skittish, little Isha-"

At that... Petname? Lord Alleg'fel spluttered, his abhuman (not Eldar) pointed ears twitching a little, dark eyes widening in horror "L...Little what?"

"Mmm, I am surprised that you are unaware of the eternal flower in your midst. Such beings tend to be shy and hide themselves well, unless forced out into the open." Typhus purrs "While she is able to die, her soul returns to her mortal form swiftly, unable to truly die. She is blessed with psykery and an eternally youthful body. This lovely, shy flower was hidden amongst your worlds. Grandfather blessed me with her near location and we created this plague to bring all of you into Grandfather's loving embrace... And to bring her out of hiding. Grandfather noted that I had been... Lonely, wishing for a companion similar to the companionship He enjoys with Grandmother, and pointed us in this lovely flower's direction. You are dismissed. My little flower and I need to... Talk... Privately."

Slow burning horror and guilt would have caused you to crumple to the ground, despair and fury hitting you moments later. You'd done your best to stay out of the greater Game that was being played between The Four and Neoth, and had thought that you'd been largely successful. You hadn't realized that all of this was to trap you in one place, so that... What? You'd become a plaything for the favored pawn of Nurgle? As if you were going to lay down and meekly take whatever awful horrors he was going to do to you. A low, furious growl left your chest as your eyes began to flash the bright shining blue of warpcraft, your hands beginning to crackle with the power you'd long since learned to master, your voice booming with fury "IF YOU THINK-" you started to yell, the eldritch lightning sparking around your form painful enough to cause the two plague marines to drop you to the ground. You land on your feet, hissing wordlessly, ready to fight to your death over and over again.

But Typhus cut off your words "Come now, you asked for my help, little flower, and I have given it. Besides, I even ensured that the plague that ravaged these worlds did not affect the mortals you are closest to, despite them being exposed to it."

Horror hit you, cooling your fury like a deluge of ice on a lava flow "What.... What do you mean?"

"Come now, did you really think that mundane methods of infection prevention can actually stop one of Grandfather's plagues? Surely you're more clever - or at least not that naive, my lovely flower. Although it would be very cute if you are. they live healthy and untainted as a favor to you." Typhus crooned, all but teleporting in front of you. One of his massive, clawed hands cups your cheek. The stench of death and decay is nearly overpowering and makes you want to gag. It is not helped by the undercurrent of honey-sweetness that is, strangely enough, part of his scent as well as overripe fruit. "But if you try to fight me or my little brothers, I will remove that protection from them. I have brought an entire fleet with me. Your cute little ship cannot hope to escape my brothers in the void above us."

Despair and failure rip the fight out of you, and your eyes shine with tears. But you do know how to play coy, to bat your eyelashes. You can feel the desire and want radiating off of this chaos-twisted monster, and you desperately hope that you can use that to your advantage somehow. Which is why you lean into his touch, despite internally shuddering at that, locking your mental shields tight, so as to keep your emotions from the younger psyker. "Please don't harm my crew... they are as innocent of my nature as the mortals in these worlds, Lord Typhus. I..." You do not want to, but the false apology will likely stroke his ego "Apologize for lashing out earlier."

"Mmm, I expected at least a little bit of bite and fury, my lovely Rose. Of course you have your own thorns. You merely needed to be reminded not to prick your beloved's brothers when in a pretty little temper." Typhus purrs, giving a silent signal to his brothers, who swiftly cleared the tent of anyone else. "You're so used to hiding and escaping... To have your true nature revealed would cause a fit of pique... As long as that doesn't happen again, I am willing to forgive you easily enough."

"I... I'll try... Would you please let my ship full of mortals leave without becoming ill? they are wanderers by nature and to trap them in one place would be cruel beyond words, my lord." You plea, batting your eyelashes up at him.

"Wouldn't you rather have them with you, my lovely flower? For you will be at my side now and for always. Won't you miss them if they are far from you?" Typhus coos down at you as he scoops you up and sets you down on the table, pressing in close to you as he does so. "When I found out that you're a rogue trader, I was rather expecting to you to be dressed in fine clothes, with pretty little gems accenting your lovely features..."

"Such things are not...uhm... Exactly reasonable to wear, especially in the protective clothing I was wearing over this, my lord. And I did not want to worry the mortals by wearing something... So flashy?" You offer, peeking up at h i m coquettishly, tilting your head a little before looking down "Besides... All of that artifice is... Tiring at times, not to mention ephemeral. And I'd rather my mortals be happy, if away from me, than at my side and unhappy."

"How sweet of you, my lovely rose... And I do like how simply you are dressed. It makes unwrapping you much easier. You are mine, as Isha belongs to my grandfather. We will become one, and you will be my pretty little wife." Typhus purrs, pressing you down on the table. You could hear something creak and shift in his armor before four tentacles slide out from hatches in his armor, each curling into part of your pants and ripping them off of you, as a fifth slid up between your legs and the tip rubbed against your core.

You gasp and squirm, trying to close your legs and shift away from the strange sensation, turning your head away from him as your face and neck burned in a blush that was revealed by more tugging tendrils to be a flush that spread down your chest and across your breasts "L-Lord T-Typhus! Does... Do... Right now? On a table? Is this... Is there somewhere more comfortable to... To..." You can't bring yourself to say the words that burned like acid in your mind.

"hmm? Would you like me to carry you to a bed, to ravish you properly, my pretty little flower? Is that what you'd like? I'll admit, that was my initial plan, but your sweet flirtation and compliance so far has worn away my patience. I try to emulate grandfather, but patience is not my strongest suit." Typhus purrs. You see him pull his face plat off, his face half rotted near to bone as he gives you a crushing, dominating kiss that tastes of over ripe fruit and dangerously sweet honey. When he pulls away from you, allowing you to catch your breath, you see that the sting of saliva that connects you to him has a golden tinge. "I could be... Convinced to take you for our first time together on a bed... But you'll need to do something for me, first."

You hadn't expected the bastard to be a talented kisser, nor to stir up long-suppressed wants. You blink up at him, feeling surprisingly hazy and warm from the kiss "What.. What is it, lord?" You ask, not having to feign the breathiness in your voice from the kiss. 

"For you to taste a mouthful of the honey that my bees create. Considering your reaction to just the slightest taste of it, I suspect that you will enjoy more of it. But I get to share it so rarely with others, and my little darlings have plenty to spare." Typhus purrs, his hands lightly squeezing your upper thighs as he effortlessly pulls your legs away from one another. 

You hate how much that casual display of strength turns you on, and the wetness that starts to drip from your core at that. It's been... A long time since you'd masturbated, and you hadn't had sex in... At least a century? Perhaps longer. "H...Honey?" You manage out, trying to focus. 

 The smug bastard definitely noticed, from the pleased hum and the smirk he's giving you with what remains of his lips -  and he rubs one of his tentacles more firmly against your entrance "Are you certain you want to wait that long? You're already dripping for me~! And this table should be sturdy enough for me to fuck you properly on. I'd also be happy to feed you a mouthful of my honey either way."

"I... haah! Oh! Please... Hnngh..." You start to say, groaning as one of the tentacles that had been content to hold your arms down slid over and began teasing and squeezing one of your breasts, flicking it with the tip of the squirming appendage. His stench was overpoweringly awful, but somehow that did not help you focus through the embarrassing amount of lust coursing through your system. 

"Mmm? Please what, my cute little wife? Please take you now, on the table? Or would you rather I carry you to bed, holding you close as my tendrils work you open to receive me? There may be others out and about as I take you to a nearby bed, precious flower of mine. Not that I mind others knowing for a fact that you are mine and mine alone to tease and pleasure in such a way." Typhus rumbles, the sneaky bastard's hands coming up to cheekily squeeze your ass cheeks.

You’d rather not be paraded around naked for who knows how long it takes him to find a bed for all to see… But the table is hard and deeply uncomfortable as it digs into your back. “Honey please, my lord. I… Would I have to be seen by others like this, on the way to bed, sir?” You’re gambling on what his likely kinks might be, from what you’ve observed of other marines throughout your centuries of life. “Wouldn’t you rather be the only one to see me like this… Shivering and wanting for you and you alone, my lord?” You spread your legs a little, hooking your ankles around his hips as best as you can, pulling him in closer, one hand coming up to caress the tentacles teasing your breasts, making it difficult for you to think. But not impossible.

His gaze nearly scorches you with the intensity at which he looks at you, before a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest and he pulls you in close, giving you another searing, breath-stealing kiss. “You are correct, my lovely rose. Now open up, let me feed you my honey.” His four of tentacles have shifted, wrapping around your back, arms and legs to keep you in place, while the fifth keeps rubbing and teasing your entrance and clit, sending waves of guilt-laced pleasure shuddering through your body.

Obediently you open your mouth wide, going “Ahhh~!” as if you’re eagerly anticipating whatever foul substance he’s calling honey is being fed to you. Even if the substance kills you, it won’t kill you for very long.

A smaller tendril, several shades lighter in color than the others comes out from his body and presses it’s way into your mouth, and he orders “close your mouth around this and swallow once your mouth is full.”

A thick, sticky substance quickly fills your mouth, and you let out a little sound of surprise as you swiftly close your lips around the appendage, swallowing as much of it down as you could. Still, you could feel some of the surprisingly sweet and delicious substance trickle out of the corners of your mouth. The appendage in your mouth flexes and slides deeper, causing you to let out a muffled sound of surprise - the cry getting louder as the tendril teasing your entrance abruptly slid deep and fast into your core, as your walls fluttered and squeezed around the breech helplessly “Mmm-Hmmm!” You garble out around the tendril.

Typhus chuckles, his glowing red eyes dark with lust “That’s it, gorgeous, you like the taste of my honey, don’t you? Take another mouthful, and try not to spell my cutely messy little wife.” He accentuated his words with a thrust of the tentacle inside your spread open cunt. You really hoped his cock was the size of the tentacle shoving itself deep inside of you. You can’t imagine being able to take anything bigger. 

Shamefully, the nod you give him when he asks if you liked his honey is entirely truthful, and you can’t help the needy whines that leave you when the tentacle filling your pussy slowly slides out of you, your walls achingly empty. You can taste another gush of warp-infused honey fill your mouth, which you do manage to swallow all of this time. The tendril in your mouth retreats to merely pressing against your lips. Hazy warmth begins to envelop your mind and causes a pleasant tingling sensation to spread throughout your body. “Sorry… Didn’t meant to spill first time…” You slur out, one hand coming up to collect the spilled honey off of your cheeks and neck, licking it off your fingers as you peer up at him. “Please… Husband… Take me, in bed, for our first time?” You peer up at him through your eyelashes, pouting a little as you press your naked breasts to his corroded armor.

The rumbling sound that Typhus made almost terrified you, if not for the insistent way he nuzzled your neck, leaving little kisses and bites all the way down, from just under your ear, to where your neck met your shoulders. You realized a moment later that he was purring, and the tentacle that had shoved it’s way inside your cunt earlier was steadily pumping in and out of you, prompting needy little gasps and moans to leave you as he presses you hard against the table. “OH… I understand now why Grandfather holds onto Grandmother so closely… Why she is such a precious treasure for him… Mrrr, you are a tempting little treat, but I did promise to fuck you on a bed if you tasted my honey, and I tend to try and keep my promises.” You could hear the buzz of his demonic bees that accompanied him everywhere he went at the end of his little speech..

“Ah! Hah… Please… Amngh! Ty-... Typhus! AH… My lord! Hah… the table… hurtss…. Please my lord husband! Ah! Hah… Please!” You plead, the fuzziness in your mind and the pleasure - somehow amplified by the warmth spreading through you threatened to break what little control you had over yourself and this situation into tiny little pieces. You deliberately squeeze as tightly as you can manage around the thrusting tendril inside of you “Please… bed? Now? Oh!  You… You’re gonna… haha! Make me c-cum soon, siirrr!” 

The pleased growling rumble that provoked from Typhus you hoped was a good thing. “Such a good little wife I have… fuck! You are such a tempting little thing. Hold on close~!” He purrs. You feel another’s warpcraft weave it’s way across your body, and you fight the urge to resist with all your strength as Typhus teleports you and himself to somewhere else.

Wherever it is, it’s softer under your ass than the hard metal and glass table. Warmer, too as Typhus starts leaving more bites across the skin of the other side of your neck and shoulders, his tentacles teasing your breasts and bending your legs back and away, nearly folding you in half, as the tentacle fucking your cunt moves at a maddeningly quick pace, curling and shifting inside of you in all the right ways.

You hazily watch as he pulls away, his large hands fumbling with something at his waist - a metallic thunk of something hitting the floor. You're still keening and moaning at the way one of his tentacles is filling your core full when -

Something larger begins to press inside of you, while the tentacle is still inside. You realize after a moment it's Typhus' cock "Please! Husband... Lord... I... I can't take both at once! You're too big for me, I'll tear!" You plead tearfully, the pain coursing through your body so much more than the pleasure that had nearly sent you to an orgasm.

Typhus chuckles, kissing your cheeks and licking up your tears "Easy now, my cute little wife. You'll be able to fit in both, I promise. Just breathe through the pain. I'll move slowly, I promise... Though you are sinfully tight around my cock... Such a good little wife~! Good girl... Deep breaths... That's it..."

A tiny part of you hates how his praise does seem to somehow be helping you. Your breathing is jagged and shallow as the bastard continues to press in, his thick, long cock sliding in slowly alongside where one of his tentacles is already buried deep inside your cunt. It feels like it takes an eternity for him to stop pressing inside of you, and twice that for the pain to subside.

All the while, Typhus is purring lewd praises in your ear, nibbling on the skin of your neck, and drinking up your tears. "Such a good girl... My precious, eternal flower, taking all of me in... That's it, just breathe in and out as you submit to me... Good little mate. Are you ready for me to move?"

You nod weakly, well and thoroughly trapped beneath his bulk "Y-Yes, please move, lord..."

Typhus starts purring again as he alternates thrusting in with one of his tentacles and his cock, never not filling you with one of them, a filthy string of curses and praises leaving his lips as he fucks into you hard and fast.

You claw at his back, moving your hips in time to his thrusts as best as you can, the intensity of the sensations too much for you to do more than instinctually respond back, moaning wordlessly in pleasure, clinging tightly as your first orgasm hits you.

Typhus doesn't so much as slow down as your walls flutter and squeeze around him, the bastard as he continues to fuck you, somehow able to move even faster as he fucks you through your orgasm. He does, however, bite down hard on one of your shoulders, enough to draw blood.

You couldn't say how much time passed as Typhus fucked you over and over again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your increasingly exhausted body. Eventually both his cock and the tentacle he'd been using to fuck you for what must have been hours at minimum deep inside your core at the same time, pressing up against your cervix (causing you a whimper of pain, which he ignored) flooding your womb with cum. You swore you could feel your belly begin to bulge outwards at the amount he pumped into you, prompting another whimper to leave your exhausted and chapped lips.

Typhus chuckles, kissing you again as you feel the tentacle press harder against your cervix, before feeling something other than cum begin to fill your womb, bump by bump.

"Wh... what is...?" You slur out, too tired to form the words properly, sending the sensation through the light mental bond that Typhus had formed with you during the sex at some point.

Typhus chuckled and purrs "Geneseed, lovely one. Which you will hold inside of you until it is ready to be implanted. You make a wonderful wife, my lovely little flower." He pats your lightly distended belly with an enormous hand, clearly pleased with himself. He holds you close to his body "Rest, little flower. You are safe with me."

You very much want to demand what the fuck he meant by that, but the psychic pressure behind his command - and your own exhaustion worked against you as you slumped into his embrace, sleep overtaking you.

[kirenia15]

My Dramione TBR list

Welcome to my Dramione fanfics list! It is created mainly for myself, to keep track of all the fics I am reading this year, and in the hopes you can also find recommendations for yourself.

READ:

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love (199,656 WC) -- this fic is simply perfect. I read this right after ‘Manacled’ and it healed my soul. I really wish I was good at bookbinding because I need a physical copy of this so bad. Rating 5/5.

From Wiltshire With Love (352,757 WC) -- awesome writing, fantastic execution and lots of spice! Rating 4.5/5.

Manacled (370,515 WC) -- devastatingly good. This was actually the first Dramione fanfic I read in years. I could not put it down and in my heart I am still yearning for a sequel and a happy(ier) ending. Rating 5/5.

The Auction (325,876 WC) -- absolutely awesome as well as heartwrenching. Rating 5/5.

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy (290,615 WC) -- this is great! I really liked how the story and love between Draco and Hermione developed. Rating 4.5/5.

The Eagle’s Nest (292,798 WC) -- it is honestly my least favourite out of them but the change of AU and setting was welcome. It is also very well researched and well written. Rating 4/5.

Love and Other Historical Accidents (153,841 WC) -- it is beautifully written but I am not so fond of this style. I honestly expected it to be different so I took me quite long to finish this. Rating 3/5.

Meet Your Match (121,611 WC) — this one arrived in my hands at the perfect time. I was just craving some fluffy story with older characters in a time after the war, where we could see a glimpse of their future lives. It did not disappoint in the slightest. Rating 5/5.

Sugar and Spice (156,052 WC) — first dreomione I read and I absolutely loved it! It made the top 5 for me. Rating 4.4/5.

Seek and Find (205,273 WC)

Season Pass (to his Ass) (16,390 WC)

Hot for Teacher (61,722 WC)

The To-Do List (111,818 WC)

The Gloriana Set (271,830 WC)

READING:

Courage and Conviction (109,171 WC)

TO BE READ:

The Debt of Time (715,940 WC)

The Misfortunes of Muggle Studies (in development)

Breath Mints, Battle Scars (148,908 WC)

All the Wrong Things (160,297 WC)

An Inconvenience (121,433 WC)

Bring Him to His Knees (246,526 WC)

Carpathian (102,177 WC)

Contradictions (183,073 WC)

How to Win Friends and Influence People (386,462 WC)

Measure Of A Man (590,655 WC)

Perfectly in Pieces (556,730 WC)

Secrets and Masks (465,159 WC)

Shifted (95,961 WC)

The Ghost Of You (105,734 WC)

The Journal (104,890 WC)

The Manuscript (160,613 WC)

The Order of Serpents (193,506 WC)

The Right Thing To Do (174,911 WC)

Timeless (311,311 WC)

Unchained (136,082 WC)

Dragon in the Dark (164,782 WC)

Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse (356,169 WC)

Rosemary for Remembrance (167,789 WC)

On the Nature of Daylight (234,689 WC)

Ten out of Ten (61,559 WC)

Out of Darkness (63,404 WC)

Damaged Goods (150,499 WC)

[alphinias]

Hi please can you give me some good Draco and hermione fics? Xxx

Idk if you want full length or oneshots, but I’ll go for full length.

To start off the list, I am FINALLY reading manacled. I’m on chapter 55 or somewhere around there and it is in fact amazing, but please PLEASE check trigger warnings. It’s not for everyone and I definitely wouldn’t give it to anyone as their first Dramione fic.

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy - this one feels so in character and like it could actually be the last book. Loved it a lot and it’s one of the ones I read more recently meaning in the past year.

The Gloriana Set- I’ll be so honest I’ve forgotten most of this one but clearly I enjoyed it a lot or it wouldn’t be in my saved 😭

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love- I can’t stress enough how much this is one of my favorite fics I’ve read. It took me a couple chapters to get into but IT’S SO SLOW BURN AND SO GENUINELY FUNNY and the author has a book being published next year that I’ll definitely be purchasing.

Twinned Quills- I also don’t remember much of this one but sometimes I enter a haze when I read these lmao. It’s in my saved so past me loved something in it!

Remain Nameless- genuinely cannot eat a blueberry scone without thinking of this fic. It’s SO good and felt super in character.

Things We’re all too Young to Know- this fic felt very unique and I remember especially enjoying the first half!

The Rights and Wrongs Series- I shove this one so far down literally everyone’s throat and I will continue to do so! SOOOO good. Some of my favs. The pining from draco in this is top tier.

Also, go read the fallout if you haven’t. I don’t have a link to it on hand and I don’t feel comfortable linking random people’s google docs that I’ve found, but it can be found with a google search. It’s just not on the fic websites anymore.

[cr0ftisprocrastinating]

Do you have any all time favorite fics? Any that specifically inspired your own? I absolutely love some recommendations for feel good, sexy, engaging romance (enemies to friends to lovers or just friends to lovers) fics. Thank you so much!!

Hello! And YES, I absolutely do. Some of these are the classic ones that everyone recs, but I've also included some WIPs that I am really loving atm that make me happy. SO:

Classics I re-read all the time:

DMATMOBIL - @isthisselfcare. This singlehandedly got me back into the fandom. I'm sure you've read it, but if you haven't, you absolutely must!

I love everything that @scullymurphy writes (plus they have great taste in music, and wine). Start with Universal Truths, but the recently completed Teach Me How To Forget is also delicious.

Similar for @thebemoon, I just love their stuff. The Darkwood Wand and The Gloriana Set are just so fun and enjoyable. I smile the whole way through.

Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud is frequently rec'd for a very good reason. Beautiful.

Also I have to shout out The Nature of Purity by @starsoforionwrites for some really interesting takes on wizarding society (and electricity!!!) which I am still thinking about.

How to Win Friends and Influence People by @olivieblake is the closest fic I've found to a Caput Mortuum-esque unhinged Hermione, and is really great fun.

Now we get to the WIPs that I'm loving, which again probably don't count as inspirations but are very much in the genre of things I love to read (and therefore, write!)

You Do It For Me by @zeebee3 is just delicious. Talk about fics you smile the whole way through.

I am ADORING Scary Partner Privilege by @nightbloom7reads. It deserves SO MUCH hype, because it's just excellent.

Erotic Friend Fiction by @whiskeygreen hasn't been updated in a while, but it is hilarious and you have 47 delicious chapters to get through!

Things Without Remedy by @onebedtorulethemall is also brilliant and deserves more hype. Very sexy big brain, hyper competent Hermione, and very sexy laboratory descriptions too. Anyone who writes anything about time travel I instantly am in awe, because I just don't think my brain could ever work that way.

Finally, If These Walls Could Talk by @incognitotoro is absolutely delightful. Bloody love cursebreaking, bloody love the medieval period, bloody love when they both exist in a fic.

these are all I can think of off the top of my head, but yes, I hope there are a few that you haven't come across yet! xxx

[dramioneasks]

hello! i want to recommend the gloriana set by thebemoon! its an eighth year fic w so much dramione banter its crazy amusing. its well written and super fun to read !

Thanks!

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon - M, 81 chapters, Words: 271,830 - The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE!

[nullmaidens]

WIP: Garviel Loken Earned His Wings

A Garviel Loken/f!OC drabble/WIP. Not 100% canon-compliant, but the 63rd were orbiting 63-19 for SOOOO long and I didn’t want to write anything else. I cannot believe how long it’s been since I last posted FIC on this site. Jesus.

Word count: 1421… for now…

Warnings: Gore mentioned, corporal punishment mentioned, parental death, but nothing too far out of left field for the setting. Garviel Loken being slightly weird around women.

The Emperor Protects. 🦅

The aftermath of such an effective speartip campaign was unexpectedly drawn out. Sixty-Three-Nineteen was proving to be more of a pain than anyone aboard the Vengeful Spirit could ever have imagined, save for the Warmaster, especially for a world so similar to their own. It irritated Loken — the men of the Tenth Company were growing restless acting as caretakers and guards for the few civilians aboard while the niceties of conquest took place, if they could even be called niceties. Politics were never his forte, Captain Torgaddon had always been the better speaker, but it didn’t take a pundit to realise that the sudden influx of planetary officials aboard the Gloriana-class flagship was, for whatever reason the Warmaster only knew, a sign of improvement on the surface.

It amused him, in some childlike way, to see baselines escorted by squads of Astartes that towered over them, herded like cattle through the ship to where they needed, or, more likely, where they were permitted to go. Loken paid little attention to them. Perhaps this was to his detriment: a half dozen men from Tenth Company now walked towards him in pairs, boxing in a fragile looking thing in a black dress and with hair like flame. He watched them approach, stomping their way across the debarkation deck with the little woman in the middle, her hair bouncing with each heavy thud of sabatons on plasteel.

“Captain Loken.” Sergeant Anton Ferrick raised his hands to his chest in the sign of the Aquila in introduction.

Loken mirrored his salute. “Sergeant. What do you need?”

Ferrick glanced down for half a moment before looking back up at him, his lips pursed only barely, but enough to raise and warp the scar that ran through them. It’s unlike him to hesitate. Loken followed his eye to meet the almost unsettling gaze of the woman at his feet, unflinching even while surrounded by men almost double her size and immeasurably stronger. “The lady has asked for an introduction, sir,” he answered, hoping the minute strain in his jaw was enough to tell his Captain that this was done begrudgingly, with as much resistance as he could gather.

The message is received. Loken nodded, his own jaw set in silent reply, and Ferrick and the others stepped back. The woman stared up at him, her posture remarkably straight in a practiced, though not at all military way. She stepped forward, her neck craned up to look him in the face, skin so clear and pale he could see the blue veins thump in her throat. Between this false Terran and the remembrancers, Loken comes to the conclusion, somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind that, yes, all women are frail and beautiful.

“I am Elita,” she said, her voice clear even over the background noise of dropship maintenance and passing squads of men who dwarf her, and he waited for a surname that didn’t come. “I have been told you met my father.”

Loken swallowed. His eidetic memory guides him through the assault on the city and the significantly less pleasant experience in the mountains, those four True-Terran months ago, grasping at names and faces to think of anyone he can describe as having met. “You are mistaken,” came his answer. He considered tacking on an honorific — madam, my lady, Lady Elita — and refused to. She dressed herself the way he imagined a noble would, fine silks from head to toe in a deep, empty and unadorned black, the way he had seen illustrated in a book he’d skimmed somewhere out of boredom, but the words fell short. “I have seen many men on the surface, and none bore me enough importance to distinguish them.”

She frowned. Her eyebrows were brown. Loken had never noticed such a discrepancy before — he’d never had any particular reason to, with Euphrati’s being pleasant to look at though unremarkable in this way and Mersadie’s lack of them altogether. He’d have to ask them, eventually. Perhaps this, too, was some kind of dye. “I have it on good authority that you did,” Elita replied, her words aimed to cut in a tone that made the man beside her stiffen. “We have just left the company of a woman named Oliton who told me as much.”

“The…” Ferrick cleared his throat with a performative cough into a closed fist. Loken met his still hesitant eye once he had lifted his own upwards. “The Emperor, sir,” he muttered in explanation. “That is to say, the false one.”

“Ah.” He thought back to the few seconds he’d seen the ‘Emperor’ as he dragged his eyes back down to the stern-faced woman before him. She bore little resemblance to the charred, smoking remains of her father’s bottom half. “You bear him little resemblance. Forgive my ignorance, lady.”

There it is — lady. Lower case, as it would be if he’d written it, her former, false station reduced to so little in his mind that he could never consider capitalising it. He watched her lips bulge and her cheeks hollow when her tongue moved to suck on her teeth behind them, irritated. “Then either your memory isn’t all I’ve been told it’s cracked up to be, or you have lied to your documentarist.”

“Forgive me,” Loken echoed, as he watched the men around her shift on uneasy feet and Ferrick’s good eye close slowly in the edge of his vision, opening to look up at the ceiling with a long, silent sigh. “It was only for a moment.”

Elita let out a sigh of her own. She shifted on her hip, her arms folded tightly around her ribs beneath the thick shawl across her shoulders. Not an inch of flesh below her chin was exposed to the cold, recycled air on deck, and even her hands were gloved to the nail beds. “It is of no consequence,” she answered, rolling her neck. The lithe casualness of the movement made him balk inwardly. Were she under the regulations of the expedition, or the slightest bit aware of just how far above her socially a neophyte of the Legion stood, never mind a Captain, someone not so much harsher than him would have had her whipped for it.

He stared down at her for a long, painstakingly silent moment. “If there is nothing else I can do for you—“

“Here,” she barked, a slender, silk-clad hand jutting out from beneath the shawl in a closed fist. A glimmer of shining metal between her thumb and fingers caught in the fluorescent light of a passing servo skull as it hovered by. “Take it.”

“I will not.”

Elita huffed. “I will not leave this spot until you do.”

Loken looked to Ferrick, both just as confused by this backwater noblewoman as the other. She had been checked over, surely, before being allowed aboard — any hint of her bringing a weapon or an explosive, no matter how well hidden, would have been found and dealt with on the surface, and with extreme prejudice at that. He held out a giant, ceramite covered hand, his palm facing upwards. It dwarfed hers, the same way it had dwarfed Mersadie’s when they met.

With a soft, delicate clink, a piece of wrought gold dropped into his palm, followed by its twin. In a wondrous, serendipitous circumstance, the familiar shape of a two-headed eagle laid spread across the white plate. “The Emperor’s Mark,” she explained, her silvery eyes fixed on the bird’s wing. “A medal, for those honoured enough to meet Him, even if only for a moment.”

“I cannot accept this,” he replied, not as sternly as he’d intended.

She didn’t seem to care either way. “In His place, I, the Grand Duchess Elita, Lady Royal of Kaentz and Empress-Exile Regent, bestow upon you, Garviel Loken, Captain of the Tenth Company of the Sixteenth Astartes Legion, the Luna Wolves, this holy relic.” The words come quickly, rehearsed almost to the point of sounding bored, and she drew her hand sharply back into herself before he could force the trinkets back into it. “The second I give for you to offer your Lord Warmaster.”

Loken’s lip twitches upward, and he knew that Ferrick, at least, noticed, because he nearly swallowed his own. “You will not honour the Warmaster, lady?” he asked, the amusement in his voice well disguised.

“No, I will not,” came her stalwart reply, her eyes refusing to meet his. “You can give the tyrant his prize yourself.”

[thebemoon]

Hello :) I just wanted to ask if you would be ok with me binding your fic, The Gloriana Set. It is part of an exchange I am doing with a friend on instagram (I would hope it goes without saying it’s completely not for profit! Only her personal use and my own personal use :) I am on instagram - I’m not sure if you are, I couldn’t find you there if so lol. But I’m happy if you’d like to check my account to be happy with it! Obviously if it is not ok, I completely understand and I shall just enjoy your work the good old fashioned way lol. Thank you. Lizzie:)

Hi Lizzie, thanks so much. So glad you like it!

Yes, it's fine if you bind my fanfics for personal use only with no money being made. Send me a picture! Public Service Announcement: It's important that everyone knows that it is illegal to profit off of fanfiction and doing that actually endangers our ability to write these stories because the original content is copyrighted. If anyone sees fanfiction bound and sold online, please report them.

[ofbooksandteacups]

"Ben and Imo" - or: one of the most beautiful plays of 2024 - is coming back on stage, and closer to London! The Orange Tree Theatre in Richmond will present the show's Off West End première next year, starting previews on April 19th. The show's only staying for a month, closing on May 17th.

But what's this show about? I'm glad you asked!

Ben and Imo is a two-hander, telling the story of the not so easy collaboration between composer Benjamin Britten and musical assistant (and composer herself) Imogen Holst. The show is set in a composition room in Aldeburgh, a charming little coastal town in Suffolk. Music composition is - at times - just a background topic to the play's true centre: polar opposites Imo and Ben, whose relationship is just like the waves of the sea, with its highs and lows. The themes developed in the play can be touching to anyone who's worked in the music and theatre field: facing a writer's block, fearing no one might like your art, ultimately accepting rejection and an unsatisfactory result. Ben and Imo are incredibly different - one is led by rage and unfiltered emotion, the other is calm and loving - but they work beautifully on stage. I won't spoil the end of the play - but can you really spoil something that actually happened? - just, be warned: bring a handkerchief. Or a thousand of them. You'll need it.

Erica Whyman and Mark Ravenhill are theatre rockstars, managing to condense everything that happened during the creation of Gloriana in a show that's a little over two hours without losing its pace and its emotional value. The score is effective, a leitmotiv that accompanies the audience throughout the play. The piano was remote played live by Connor Fogel while the actors mimicked it on the silent piano on stage. The cast - aka Victoria Yeates and Samuel Barnett - is possibly one of the best I've ever seen on stage, one of those cases in which I could never be able to choose who I liked best, because they balanced each other to perfection. Five stars overall - and almost one year later my opinion hasn't changed.

Trust me - you don't want to miss this.

You can buy your tickets on orangetreetheatre.co.uk and if you're under 30 they are only 15 pounds!

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my december reads: dramione

few dramione I finished reading this December:

Enamored by mrsren | E, 6962 words | bff dramione, single father draco | He wants to press her to the wall of the lift while it’s stuck, and kiss her until she realizes how far gone he is.

it has to be you by thelashjedi | E, 9184 words | 8th year dramione, literally fuck or die | “Granger, you have no idea the impact those periwinkle ruffles had on me,” Draco said defensively, before immediately looking at his feet again — the bloody coward. She scoffed. “Ha! I think you saw your first exposed collarbone and it broke your brain.” Blaise turned to Draco. “I mean, she’s not wrong, mate. That’s basically what happened.”

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon <restricted> | E, 271830 words | 8th year au, enemy to frenemy to ambiguous to lovers, hermione harem | Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls

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Download: SFS / Mega

As requested by @neptun787878, this is a set of showerproof skins for @glorianasims's Sexy Gal body shape. AF and EF sims who have these skins will have that body shape when naked (other groups will have their default Maxis shapes). These skins are repo'd to your default skins (or the Maxis skins if you don't use default replacements) so that they can fit into everyone's game.

The required top and bottom meshes are included - I made them from the meshes that Gloriana included in this upload. You will have to choose if you want blockfeet or sexyfeet.

Gloriana has shared plenty of awesome clothing for Sexy Gal on Tumblr and Patreon, please go check it out!

More details about the skins below.

What are showerproof skins? They are skins linked to a custom body shape (or body shapes). When you give a showerproof skin to a sim, that sim will have the body shape that the skin is linked to when they are nude (taking a bath, streaking, doing ACR stuff, etc.). Showerproof skins have no effect whatsoever on clothing, because clothes use their own meshes.

The skins on this post are custom skins that are repo’d to your skin defaults (S1-2-3-4 + alien) or to the Maxis skins if you don’t use defaults. Let me repeat that they are custom skins - they will not replace your skin defaults, they will only have the same textures as your defaults. It means that if you ever switch default skins, these will change automatically on their own so that everything matches. These skins are not geneticized or townified. If you’d like to genetify and townify them, check out Rikkulidea’s tutorial.

In CAS, they will appear in your custom skins with these thumbnails:

Uncensored previews are included in the download, but keep in mind that they're really only relevant as previews for the meshes - the textures will be different in your game depending on what default skins you use.

Let me know if you have any question or issue ~

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Random thing nobody asked for, but given spring is coming near, a bit of "vernal Shakespeare" for you.

Oberon. King of fairies. Everybody knows Oberon thanks to Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream", and his depiction there as the husband of Titania and master of Puck. But few realize that Oberon is actually a greater character spread over many centuries and cultures.

Oberon started out as the French character of "Aubéron" present in the medieval cycle of Huon de Bordeaux (13th century), itself a sub-part of the wider Charlemagne cycle. Aubéron's most famous and talked about appearance is as a secondary character within the chanson de geste "Huon de Bordeaux", sometimes extended as "Les aventures merveilleuses de Huon de Bordeaux" or "La Chanson de Huon de Bordeaux". However Aubéron also appeared in a complementary work acting as a prologue to the earlier work: "Le Roman d'Aubéron", telling of Aubéron's childhood.

It is possible to trace Oberon's genealogy to an earlier time, since the French character of Aubéron was actually a medieval re-adaptation of the character of Alberich from the Song of the Nibelungen, but let us simply start with Aubéron.

The next step in Aubéron's evolution is his journey to England, where "Aubéron "became "Oberon" thanks to the translations of Lord Brenner. In England, Oberon left the medieval epics and romances for the stage, first appearing within Robert Green's "The Scottish History of James VI" play, before being taken on by Shakespeare in his famous "Midsummer Night's Dream". Oberon's stage career was then continued by Ben Jonson in his "Oberon, the Fairy Prince".

But this era also saw Oberon briefly appears among the family line of Gloriana the fairy-queen from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene (not to be confused with Purcell's The Fairy Queen, which also has Oberon appear but is an adaptation of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream).

However, speaking of Purcell's opera, this is the third step in Oberon's evolution: he had a third set of incarnations within the domain of the opera. Wieland published by the end of the 18th century the epic poem "Oberon", mixing Shakespeare's Oberon and Huon's Aubéron into one, and it was later adapted as the opera "Oberon, or the Elf-King's Oath". This Oberon opera was also the main "rival" and "spotlight stealer" of an earlier opera "Oberon, König der Elfen, by Wranitzky and Giesecke) ; and Titania with Oberon also appeared in the Danish "Holger Danske"...

There's much more to say but I just wanted to share this brief recap, because always remember that Oberon started out as the French medieval Aubéron, became the English theater-Oberon, and then moved on by the opera, drifting more and more towards Central Europe, closer to its original Germanic/Nordic roots (Alberich).