#The Path to Redemption

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Saw a deer today, it stopped right in front of me.

Maybe it was a trick of the light or the way it moved,

But for a moment, I swear it was you.

I won't say I miss you, I've said that too many times,

But you're still my brother.

My brother under the same endless sky."

[commander-hill]

Azula: Mai, could you pass the salt?

Mai: Could you pass away?

Ty Lee (to a horrified Gaang): This is normal

Zuko: *nods in agreement*

[albinokittens300]

The second season being described with the word 'forgiveness' has me hanging on to hope by a thread ngl.

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 27 - bare // public sex

könig x f!military!reader pt. 2 (pt. 1 HERE)

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.9k 💀, forced/shared sleeping situation, wet dream nippleplay, power imbalance: König is reader's Colonel, also the large height/weight difference, hairy König, DUBCON/NONCON: public sex, unprotected piv, cumming inside.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

a very special shout out to mishaglass and @kakakkasstuff for requesting a part 2!

The two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm over the next few days. 

König would wake before you, stoke the fire up from last night’s embers, and put on water to boil for washing and coffee. After you washed and cooked breakfast, you would both break camp, silently set at your own tasks until you regrouped to head out. You would lead the way along the trail while König kept an eye out for any easy game. This forced almost total silence between you as your partner kept his sniper’s eyes and ears trained on the woods around him. You didn’t mind. As the days dwindled on and supplies became lighter, hunting was going to become less a luxury and more a necessity. 

Once you found your next campsite, you would set up the tent and, if König was busy gutting and skinning whatever he’d shot, you’d get the fire going as well. Finally, as the sun set, you would gather around the fire to cook and eat. The last couple of nights, he had begun initiating conversation with you. It was just little things, questions about your previous tracking and trail experiences, how much ammo you had left. Small things, anything to break the blanketing silence of crickets, silverware scrapping against plates, the crackling fire as night pulled in darker and darker around you. 

After washing the dishes and packing away your supplies for the night, came the part of the day you’d come to love and dread. König was always in your (now permanently) shared sleeping bag first, stripping down to a t shirt and briefs before you came in to do the same. You would shuffle over to your side of the tent, still bundled in your base layer and thick socks, hands cupped over your icy nose, as you tried not to think of the warm, bulky body spreading out next to you. 

Warm and hairy, you thought, rolling over on your side to hide your burning face despite the darkness. I wonder how that feels, having more than a happy trail to rub against your-

“Goodnight, maus,” König would mumble, stretching out his arms behind his head as he drifted off.

“‘night,” you would answer, choosing not to take issue with the new nickname he’d given you. It was better than half the shit you’d been called before. 

Then, as every night before, spurred on by thoughts of what the rest of his body could look like under those compression shirts and khakis that fit just so deliciously tight across his ass: you’d fall into a restless sleep. Haunted by dreams that felt so real but when you woke, you were left with nothing but scattered snippets that made you blush to remember. 

Rough, scarred lips mouthing kisses down your breasts.

Fingers toying with the other while you writhed impatiently, waiting and waiting, until finally your nipple was sucked into his mouth, teeth teasing as he pulled away. 

You gasped, another gentle kiss tickling your areola with little prickles of facial hair.

“So needy, maus,” he whispered, tweaking the breast in his other hand, forcing a shiver. 

You’d woken like this three days in a row now: alone in the tent, sweat paradoxically slicking your body and panties plastered to your body. You huffed, scrubbing the sleep from you eyes, mentally readying yourself to start the cycle all over again.

“Let’s stop here for the day. What do you think about that?” König asked as you stopped to rest next to a shaded, waterfall fed pond.

A part of you was too tired to fight him even though you still had a few more miles to your next spot. This place felt like paradise, though and you were loath to leave it, but you had to play the devil’s advocate. 

“If we stop now,” you said stopping to chew on your jerky, the action taking most of your sapping energy, “we won’t make our next stop, or the one after. Wouldn’t look good for us.”

“We can . . . wake early,” he suggested. “Break camp. No breakfast. Hike through lunch, dinner, whatever is needed,” he said skipping a stone across the cool, rippling water. He juggled a second in his hand while he watched the first come to stop, sinking into the deep water toward the middle with a plop. “There’s fish. Could catch some for dinner,” he added quietly.

You gave in, throwing your last bit of jerky his way. König set about rigging together a fish trap with it for bait. You didn’t let yourself think about the hard-pressed hike you’d need to make for the next couple days to make up for a lazy day today as you set up the tent. You had just finished when König wadded out of the water, pants wet up to his thighs. 

“Cold?” you asked with a smirk. He shook his head, looking for where he had left his boots, helmet, and veil. 

“Perfect,” he responded, water dripping off him as he walked along the stony shore to his equipment. “Wash up, if you want. Probably won’t get another chance.”

Floating in the middle of the pond, the peaceful sound of birds and water filling the air around you, you could almost forget who and where you were. The water was a little colder than König had sold it. Your pebbled nipples were enough evidence of that. Fresh water caressing your skin was worth it, though. Anything was better than another quick scrub down in the dark with cold, leftover water. 

As you soaped your hair, you realized that you’d forgotten all about your partner. You let the bar float across your sudsy vision, bobbing along in your little waves, as you listened. You heard a branch crash behind you. You swung around too quickly, slipping, losing your balance on the stones beneath your feet. You saw only a frame of König stepping out of the treeline as you crashed below the water.  

Your head was below the water for only a second before you were violently pulled back into the air. You sputtered, hands wiping hair and water from your face, as a pair of strong arms struggled to contain your wet, wriggling, form. 

“It’s me. It’s me. Just me, maus,” König said, his hands shaking as he tried to soothe you as he slowly waded back to shore. 

“Put me down!” you screeched, but it was muffled as you hid your face in your hands. 

He did as you asked, setting you on the soft grass beneath a tree. His hands remained on your waist as you shivered, eyes focused squarely on your bare feet stood between his massive boots. Neither of you said anything for a while, only listening to the water sprinkle off of König’s clothes. 

“Got me wet, maus,” he said flatly, half a smile crinkling his cheek as he slaked off a sheet of water from his stomach.

“S-s-sorry!” you squeaked, intent on telling him how you were fine, maybe giving him a piece of your mind for making the poor decision to dive in after you fully clothed.

He chuckled as he stripped his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side, revealing his hairy chest to your wide-eyed stare. It was a dark chuckle that had your stomach dropping. You knew that sound. You’d heard it somewhere, you just knew it. Unfortunately, your brain was too busy darting over the whorls of dark hair across his pecs, eyes following the water dripping down his toned torso, hair spackled into the creases of his abdomen as it trailed down into his pants. 

“Now I’m wet like you,” he said unbuckling his pants.  

Your mouth fell open as his khakis fell to the ground. He stepped closer to you as he steeped out of his pants, arms crowding you up against the rough bark of the tree. Both of you looked down when his chubbed cock rubbed a cold, wet, smear across your thigh. König grabbed at his clothed erection with a groan before looking back down at you. 

“Still wet? Like that little pussy you make me listen to every night?” he said shucking his briefs off just enough to free himself, hips tilting forward to tease the head through your folds.

“Colonel!” you gasped, hands reaching out to grab at the powerful, corded muscle of his arms. 

“No no, maus,” he chided. 

Then, in a flash, he had scooped up under your knees to pin you to the tree, your pussy spread open and ready. He only had to step forward and ease you down, spearing you open. You threw your head back, hair catching on bark, as his girth pushed slowly into you. He was bigger than even your dreams had made him out, big enough to sting as he stretched you open, enough to make you cry.

“König!” you cried, arms scrambling to lock around his neck as he started to pump into you. “Please! Slow- slow down!” You only managed to get a word out at the top of every stroke as he punched your breath from you. “Too big!”

He stopped with a groan, letting you sheath yourself completely around him. You whined and squirmed the whole way down. He flexed his hands on the undersides of your knees, watching the way your cunt clenched and drooled uselessly around him before he looked at you again. 

“Make me listen to this every night,” he repeated slowly, chest heaving as he caught his breath. His hairs tickled your breasts as he breathed, making you shudder and whine. His strong arms lifted you up fractionally before lowering you just as slow. There was no mistaking the soft squelching between you for anything else. 

“Listened to you . . . cry out for me,” he said with a whimper as he lifted you again. The motion knocked perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you, forcing sharp cry as he fucked you back down on his cock. “Get up . . . in the morning . . . like nothing happened. Shiβe, mäuschen,” he said, bowing his head down suddenly to your ear. “Too tight. Been . . . too long,” he said panting, “Not . . . not going to last.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, holding him to you. His short thrusts were nailing you perfectly on the inside, and his abs were flexing in just the right position to rub against your clit. You were so so close. The least he could do was give you this.

“Fuck,” you cried into his chest, “König, please.”

He nodded, head ruffling the hair at your temple, whining in your ear as he fucked slowly up into you once, twice, three- and then you were bowing away from him, cumming so hard only the downward force of his hands kept you in place. The violent clench of your pussy caught him off guard. You thought you heard him choke as he slammed up into you, his own orgasm hitting him like a truck. 

He held you to the tree, cock somehow pulsing larger than it already was as he deposited spurt after spurt inside you. Then, there was nothing but the sound of you both catching your breath, the birds chirping, and the soft fall of water. 

When he pulled from you, he didn’t just leave you to fall. He scooped your limp body up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he walked you over to the tent. His boots squished under his feet the whole way.

“Will make it up to you in a bit,” he said, laying you down on top of the sleeping bag. “Let me recover. Then I will treat you. Can make those sweet noises for me then, yes?”

[bebx]

[utilitycaster]

ok but for REAL...why does Ludinus want Bells Hells? for all I joke, I don't think he's actually stupid when it comes to that kind of strategy; I just think he's so lost in the sauce of god-hating that he fails to understand that other people could legitimately have other perspectives. I don't think he's stupid enough to try to bring over people who have consistently hated him and who he's very deliberately antagonized without a reason. I think him offering Caleb a position on the Assembly was more of a "keep your enemies close" (especially since they had never actually been openly at odds) but he's attacked Bells Hells before. Some of it is his terminal "not my fault" problems (Otohan makes for a great scapegoat, huh) but I really wonder if Liliana is, for whatever reason, insufficient to bring his plan to fruition. I wonder if she's cut and run or if Ludinus has just realized that Imogen being on the opposite side is a risk; I also wonder if Fearne is somehow important as both fey and Ruidusborn given Ludinus's comment on her being a living nexus - we know leylines and planar travel are linked in some ways. But I think some part of his original plan is seriously at risk without Bells Hells on his side.

[aerimaexo]

corrupt.

[insanostyle1231]

my professional bg3 villains tierlist

[askblueandviolet]

Hey Macaque, have you ever used your shadow abilitys for pranking? Or just jumpscaring people?

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[pink-psychic]

Hearts of Cinder

Cannot

Burn

[poopiefart420]

Cut from the same cloth

Bonus drawings vvvvv

[sunsetsandsunshine]

“…How could he…?” vs “…How could he…?!”

[albinokittens300]

No but I kinda reject the idea a Jinx who goes through a redemption arc/something similar but fitting for her as a character means she has to be ooc or change to be not the same character.

Give me Jinx who needs to hijack that airship for whatever attack Piltover and Zaun are planning together, and because she has done some healing and has become a bit healthier mentally, she doesn't kill the guards. No, at gun point she request they put on their life vest or whatever and makes them jump. They are perfectly unharmed, but their hearts need a minute to be convinced.

Give me a Jinx who will willingly be taken in but make the officers wish they didn't because of her mouth. Like the burn unit they would need to be treated at after transporting her to Stillwater, can you imagine?

Give me a Jinx who is generally silly, goofy and loving as she seems to be in her better, more stable moments but snaps at a threat to someone who she cares about.

I would actually love to see just how much a redeemed Jinx actually can be the same character we love. Just without all the pain, and set on a path with a lot of healing that might give her some stability.

[sunshinechay]

One thought I had during the entirety of ep2 is just how clear it is to everyone but the two of them that Ming is SUPER into Joe and not just because he looks like Tong from behind.

Joe is sweet and loving and accepting of Ming’s rough edges from the hop (which is a yikes considering how many red flags Ming proudly carries around with but I digress) and it’s everything that Ming wants but is too in his own way to fully understand that he wants it.

He’s liked a boy for a long time, a boy that at some point became his sister’s boyfriend and thus even more off limits than before. Which is further complicated by Tong’s attempt at very turn to use Ming’s feelings to get what he wants. Tong knows what Ming likes him but actively doesn’t care and will use Ming to get what he wants.

Ming is selfish in a way that I think even confused Ming himself. He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants but at the same time, never seems to know what he wants. He wants to be with the boy he likes but cannot tell that what he needs is to get out of his own way and realize that his relationship with Tong is actively hurting him and will continue to hurt him in the future if he keeps going the way he’s going.

He’s emotionally stunted and is more willing to continue to desire someone he cannot have rather than recognize his growing attachment to Joe and the warm and good feelings Joe gives him.

Ming feels the pathological need self sabotage at every turn and in turn bring down everyone around him. He refuses to face his own feelings and instead decides to make it everyone else’s problem, especially Joe’s.

Yet because of Joe, Ming does something truly unselfish for the first time in the series. He doesn’t storm into Joe and Sol’s conversation and instead leaves. He leaves and goes to Joe’s place and at least attempts to cook a meal for him. Yes this attempt at being unselfish is immediately followed up with an extremely selfish request of one sided exclusivity on Joe’s part but the beginnings of Ming’s true feelings are peaking through.

It’s a tiny small thing but it proves that Ming isn’t truly and completely horrible. He is however selfish and arrogant and needs to be knocked down a peg or 2 or 12 before he can truly realize himself.

It’s a preview of Ming’s redemption. It’s proof that Ming is genuinely starting to like Joe, even if he has a long way to go before he is truly worthy of Joe.

[future-cryptid]

i would like to personally advocate for more art of Vash in this state and not just in his more elegant full angel form(s)

[championsandheroes]

You're going to regret being mean to me when I get super powerful and cool, Minthara D< Just watch me romance Astarion again and know that it could have been you if you hadn't called me an abomination.

… and yes, obviously I'm romancing her in another playthrough with an evil drow. As if I wouldn't be batting my eyelashes at a mean drow woman.

We've got a support system for drow lovers over at Patreon, society6, and redbubble. It's... mostly talking about how much we love drow though.