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brynnterpretations · 4 months ago

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hii! hope you’re having a wonderful time! may i please request a ship from the boys?

i'm a straight female in my mid twenties.

i have brown eyes and wavy brown hair and i'm 157cm.

my love language is physical touch,

i'm extremely stubborn and competitive. i'm sarcastic to a fault and have trouble identifying and expressing my emotions. i thrive under pressure.

i'm a newbie silversmith and jewellery designer.

my hobbies include painting, archery and uncontrollably crying to sad songs while regretting my life decisions.

i love animals and i have 2 dogs.

and uh, yeah that’s it really! thank you and have a great day.

Thank you for the ship and being so sweet! I hope you're doing well and like this. ♡

I ship you with...

Billy Butcher ♡

Boyfriend

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You and Billy meet due to you being affected by a C-level Supe in NYC — probably Webweaver, or another scummy, bottom-of-the-Barrel V-byproduct. Butcher, ever on the lookout for anyone who's been disadvantaged by Vought and its repercussions, would step in to help you, whether it's just gathering your information to build a case (on Hughie's advising) or "taking matters into his own hands" (on Butcher's prerogative, which... let's not).

Through that, you two begin talking, although it's nothing but professional. The guy's just doing his job, and you're just trying to get back to your job, and after Becca, he's not actively seeking a relationship.

However, as your help is needed more-and-more, and you continue stopping by the hideout for investigation related-things, Butcher finds himself falling for you, even though he's emotionally constipated and initially tries not to admit it to himself.

So, he thinks you're cute physically, and is a sucker for sarcastic types, but his attraction would be firmly cemented when he finds out you do archery. Badass women are 100% his weakness, and add that to silversmith work? Sold. He's been sold. You've sold him.

He would make a very lowkey first move on you, despite his brash nature, just asking if you wanted to go out for dinner and drinks.

Throughout the talking stage, he'd be very sweet and gentlemanly, while still, of course, being Butcher. He'd always dress up nicely (we're talking button-up, slacks, and a belt, of course), walk you home, hold doors open for you, and offer you his jacket whenever it's cold.

It would be a slowburn, though. With both of you being very emotionally reserved people, it would definitely take months throughout the talking stage before it's official.

But the talking stage? It's good, and it just means you two get to really know each other and he gets to take you on nice, thoughtful dates, like home-cooked meals (even if he's no M.M. or Frenchie, he's still pretty good), animal shelters, and, though while not as aesthetically pleasing as could be,

And... let's be real, once you two became official, you'd be able to sucker him into getting another dog with you, even though there's still a Terror-shaped hole in his heart.

Bringing us to how you two became official: through a very earnest, private conversation, where he laid out flatly to you how he felt and that, if you didn't feel the same way, he'd understand. And, when you accept? Expect the warmest embrace you've ever had in your life.

He's not a PDA person at all, but he does enjoy physical affection, and would love holding you, giving you small shoulder massages, and generally just being around you. He goes weak for being the big spoon, and if you let him? Expect a ring on your finger.

(Also, he really loves your height, because since he's typically been with women around his height/taller than him, it makes big-spooning easier.)

As mentioned, he would absolutely adore your hobbies, and even though Billy's a macho guy... if you made him a ring or a bracelet, he'd wear it every day. Not gonna lie, it would have to be something somewhat manly (probably a thin rope bracelet, minimalist ring, etc.), but it would be extremely dear to him and on his person at all times.

Billy would probably not get the crying to sad songs, but it would be refreshing to him, considering everyone he's around — himself included — is emotionally constipated. He'd be pretty awkward at first (because person crying while listening to song? Huh?), but he'd grow to see it as a show of character. Additionally, he knows you, too, are reserved in your emotions, and would feel special for being able to see that around you.

In general, I feel like both of your emotional hesitations would bring you closer, not further — there's not a lot of people in either of your lives that understands that unease, and it would provide for a very honest, beautiful relationship. While there would be hiccups (I'd assume you two would have infrequent, but still tense, silent-treatment arguments from misunderstandings), you'd always be able to work it out with each other.

He wouldn't make any grand gestures about you two dating to the other boys, rather just letting it slip. It wouldn't be because he's embarrassed, he just... doesn't really see the need (he's a "those who understand, understand" short of guy). The guys, however, would catch up very quickly, just because of how much Butcher improved since you two started going out together.

While there's still a Terror-shaped hole in your heart, he loves you, so he would 100% adopt a dog for you two to co-parent.

Since your introduction to him was through the coup, he wouldn't hold any reservations towards having you around, but he would annoyingly flip-flop if you got too close to the work, especially when tensions were running higher. While he'd always apologize for it after the fact (because, let's be real, the guy can be a bit much when he's stressed), it would definitely still happen, just because he's so afraid of losing you. He knows you're strong and capable — that's why he was drawn to you, after all — but so was his brother, Becca, and so many others in his life who passed, so while he'd want there to not be any barriers between his work life and his personal life, he'd still be anxious about your safety.

The Boys ☻

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I'll be real, Annie is definitely guilty of thinking you're too good for Butcher — we'll give her a pass because he's always been a bit of a menace towards her — but notices he gets a lot better when you're around. Like, better, better. He just seems in a better mood, and often makes more choices than just "let's give 'em hell".

She wouldn't talk to you too much, mostly because she tries to stay out of Butcher's business, but would really like you, and often strike up casual conversations with you. She loves how crafty you are, and...

So does Kimiko, who curiously types questions about your jewelry, your smithworking, etc. In general, she really, really loves you; she's very much drawn to crafty types (it's why she and Frenchie fit together so well), and loves your personality. She would 100% bring you extremely well-made crafts of your own; once, she sculpted you out of some clay, and even though it was just the ones you get at kids' art stores, it was really fucking good.

She would make the most conscious of an effort to become close to you out of the boys, and would invite you to a lot of typical "friendship outings" that she was deprived of growing up, like sleepovers, movie nights, etc.

Also would make you bracelets out of those Michael's/JOANN jewelry-making kits, including one very cute one made of your favorite colors and name.

She adores you, dude.

Frenchie thinks you're lovely, and definitely vibes with your sense of humor — you two would share some very, very funny moments. He went to trade school before dropping out, so he has interest in silversmithing and metalwork, and would often ask to see your wor, as well as sharing some of your own.

Hughie is intimidated of you at first — we all know he freezes up around strong women, especially the sarcastic kinds — but, once he sensed you were not going to pull any sort of "take your pocket twink and go!" on him, would open up to you. While you two wouldn't share many common interests, he would be fascinated by yours.

And, lastly: you are M.M.'s saving grace. While you still possess that sarcastic streak in common with Butcher, you are definitely a grounding force for him, and the guy appreciates the peace. More, he appreciates you — while, yes, you're stubborn and competitive, you're still a levelheaded person, and tough, at that. You also remind him a lot of Janine, who shares your fire and creativity, and thinks you're a great role model for the boys.

While Kimiko would be the most likely to form a closer relationship with you, I see M.M. as being the most likely to encourage you to work more with the boys. You're truly one of a kind, and everyone can see that, but especially M.M.

So, keep being you, girl. You've got some good people on your side.

#the boys #ship request #the boys ship request #annie january #billy butcher #frenchie the boys #hughie campbell #kimiko miyashiro #marvin t. milk #mm the boys #mothers milk the boys

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wiackcom · 1 year ago

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riction on the belt from torque and high rpm wears components quicker without proper maintenance. Fluid changes - Transmission fluid breaks down faster in a CVT and needs replacement more frequently. Following the owner's manual fluid change schedule (typically every 30,000-60,000 miles) greatly improves longevity. Modern CVTs can easily achieve 150,000+ miles with proper maintenance. What Cars Have CVT Transmissions? Many automakers use CVT technology, especially among their smaller, economy models: Nissan - The early adopter of modern CVTs in the 1990s. Used across most of their lineup. Subaru - Began implementing CVT gearboxes in 2010 models. Now the default transmission for most models. Toyota - Uses CVTs instead of automatics on models like the Corolla, Prius, and RAV4. Honda - Offers CVT transmissions as an option on vehicles like the Civic, Accord, and CR-V. Other manufacturers utilizing CVT gearboxes include: Mitsubishi Mazda Hyundai/Kia Volkswagen Dodge Caliber Consult the spec sheet when car shopping to see if a CVT is equipped. Reviewers have found Honda and Toyota to be among the better executions. Should You Buy a Car With a CVT Transmission? For - Consider a CVT if you prioritize fuel efficiency over sporty acceleration. CVTs work well for modest everyday driving. Against - Skip a CVT if you dislike the unusual engine drone noise or need towing capacity. Performance enthusiasts may still prefer automatics. Test drive a CVT model to see if its smooth delivery aligns with your driving preferences. Given the improved durability of modern CVTs, they can be a practical option for many buyers seeking maximum mpg. Key Takeaways on CVT Transmissions Uses a pulley and belt system to provide unlimited ratios compared to fixed gears Maximizes fuel efficiency by keeping engine rpm in the optimal range Provides smooth acceleration but can feel underpowered during rapid speedup Avoid overheating and change transmission fluid regularly to improve longevity Offered on many mainstream economy vehicles, especially from Asian brands While not ideal for all drivers, CVT tech benefits continue to outweigh shortcomings as dependability improves. Give it consideration when shopping for your next fuel efficient vehicle. FAQs What is a CVT transmission? A CVT (continuously variable transmission) is a type of automatic transmission that uses a pulley and belt system rather than fixed gears. This allows the CVT to provide unlimited gear ratios within a range for maximum efficiency. How does a CVT transmission work? CVTs use pulleys connected by a metal belt to provide smooth, seamless shifting. The pulleys can adjust their width to change the diameter ratios, enabling an infinite number of optimized ratios. This keeps the engine precisely in its most efficient operating range. What are the advantages of a CVT transmission? Key CVT advantages include improved fuel economy, smoother acceleration without shift shock, less complexity and fewer parts than convential automatics, and optimized ratios tailored for engine efficiency. Drivers may enjoy the uninterrupted power delivery. What are the disadvantages of CVT transmissions? Potential CVT disadvantages include a droning engine noise at high rpm, sluggish acceleration compared to automatics, higher costs, vulnerability to overheating, and shorter lifespan without proper maintenance. Durability has improved greatly in modern CVTs however. What cars use CVT transmissions? Many Asian automakers utilize CVT technology, including Nissan, Subaru, Toyota, Honda, Mitsubishi, and Kia primarily for smaller, more economical models. Volkswagen and Dodge also offer CVT transmissions on certain vehicles. Check the specs to see if a CVT is equipped. #Wiack #Car #CarInsurance #CarRental #CarPrice #AutoLoans

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sportyconnect · 1 year ago

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qocsuing · 2 years ago

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PROGRESSIVE CAVITY PUMPS VS SCREW PUMPS

The Progressive cavity (PC) pump is a positive displacement pump. The pumping element is a single “screw” that has a round cross section and rotates inside of a stator made of rubber which has a double cross section. Cavities are created between the geometry of the rotor and stator that travel along the length when rotated, to move the fluid. There is slight interference fit between the rotor and stator which seals the cavities. The rotational speed of a progressive cavity pump is typically determined by the size of the pump and pumping application. Smaller pumps tend to run at higher RPM’s, Some PC pump designs run at direct motor speeds like 1800 RPM. Most PC pumps run at reduced speeds, lower than 500 rpm. The speed is reduced by using a gearbox or v-belts between the pump and the motor.To get more news about screw pump stator, you can visit hw-screwpump.com official website. A screw pump typically refers to a 3 rotor or 2 rotor screw pumps. These differ from a progressive cavity pump in that they are typically used for pumping lubricating fluids. Screw pumps are all metal pumps and are typically used for nonabrasive fluids. They also can pump at much higher discharge pressures that a progressive cavity pump. Screw pumps typically run at direct motor speeds. The advantages of a progressive cavity pump are the ability to pump highly abrasive fluids and fluids with large solids and have reasonably long service life on these difficult pumping applications. The low speed results in low velocities through the pump and this helps extend the pump service life on abrasive applications. Progressive cavity pumps are also used for applications where the flow varies and the pump flow can be easily changed by changing the pump speed, typically by using a variable frequency drive (VFD). The progressive cavity pump is a great, low cost alternative for applications that require a measured flow. Another advantage of a progressive cavity pump is that when it is turned off, the fluid will not flow through it, it acts like a valve in this way.

The advantages of a screw pump are they can pump at extremely high pressures. They are also very good for oil-based fluids like lube oil, fuel, oil, hydraulic oil and any hydrocarbon in refinery applications like asphalt. Screw pumps are very mechanically efficient, meaning they require much less power than a centrifugal pump, they are also very quiet in operation where noise is a concern and when properly applied, they are very reliable for long service life. High pressure applications are typically hydraulic fluid, Bearings on heavy machinery and as high-pressure coolant pumps for machine tool applications.

An advantage of both progressive cavity pumps and screw pumps is they can easily pump about the same flow no matter what the discharge pressure is or if the discharge pressure varies. Centrifugal pumps have dramatic changes in flow with changes in discharge pressure. They PC and screw pumps both have little or no pulsation. The disadvantage of both progressive cavity pumps and screw pumps is that they can not be run dry or they will be damaged. They also can not pump against a closed discharge or they will be damaged.

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besttablesaws1 · 2 years ago

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Table Saws - The 4 Principal Types Made sense of

A table saw is the most widely recognized piece of huge carpentry gear tracked down in looks all over the planet. Table saw are extremely flexible, and in the event that you can have one piece of carpentry gear, an unbending table saw is most likely the best one to pick. These more portable sorts of table saws offer adaptability and usability with the comfort of convenientce.

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Bureau Table Saws

They are weighty and consolidate a lot of steel and solid metal to increment precision and limit vibration. A bureau table saw is described by having a shut bureau case and for the most part have enlistment engines in the 3 to 5 strength range. Bureau table saws normally require more prominent power use, and doubtlessly a 220V outlet should be introduced on the off chance that there isn't one as of now. Bureau table saws will quite often enjoy a few upper hands over project worker table saws. As far as one might be concerned, there is further developed dust assortment on most bureau table saws. Additionally, bureau saws will more often than not be simpler to change overall.

European bureau saws will quite often be more perplexing in plan though the bureau saws utilized in the US, Canada and China are a lot of the very plan that they've been made after beginning around 1937. The Delta Unisaw has developed some beginning around 1937, yet a similar fundamental casing style is as yet utilized today.

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Another valuable thing to have is a miter measure. Miter measures fit into miter grooves that run lined up with the arrangement of the cutting edge. These miter checks can be changed in accordance with various points to cut mitered edges on different materials.

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burglarbagginsbag · 4 years ago

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Alright so I have this fic idea which I’m probably not going to write out bc I’m not fluent in English BUT my idea that i had for a bamf!Bilbo bagginshield fic:

Everyones already seen it and probably read it but Bilbo is a bamf (AU)

Important background information: Bilbo is like half dwarf (regarding strength, life expectancy, etc) but still has the appearance of a hobbit which is why (even though he has been out on adventures already) he was able to settle down in the shire and blend in with the mass without any problems

So when Gandalf goes to bag end to recrute Bilbo as a burglar Bilbo recognizes him immediately bc they’ve been on adventures together before (and yes bilbo is happy to see gandalf bc im a sucker for bilbo and gandalf being friends)

And Gandalf is like “ok you see theres this dwarf king and his 12 ppl who need to reclaim their homeland and i dont want them to get themselves killed by accident so could you go with them?”

and bilbo is like “i actually have enough gold i dont rly need a new job but it sounds kinda fun, bring them over for dinner and then tell me more”

So Gandalf is satisfied and tells thorin and his company that they are expected for dinner

When Bilbo prepares for the evening he watches out that some of his curls cover his eyes and a part of his face and puts on baggy clothes so his stature isnt revealed bc no one outside the shire really knows what bilbo looks like - they only heard stories about him and bilbo wants to keep it this way

Dwalin arrives and is like “at your service” and Bilbo is actually polite and everything, shows him the dining room and welcomes dwalin and dwalin is like “??? isnt this a hobbit shouldnt he be kinda freaked out? ok guess gandalf was right when he said that this dud is chill”

and so bilbo welcomes all the dwarfes (except thorin of course bc this dwarf lost his way twice) and they are all a bit surprised by the hospitality but dont complain

So movie verse they eat and throw food and all and even though bilbo is not pleased he doesnt say anything but observes his guests, cocks an eyebrow at gandalf from time to time while gandalf shoots him half amused half apologetical smiles

And then thorin knocks, everyones going silent again and gandalf says “he’s here”

And Bilbo opens the door by himself looks at the dwarf while thorin just enters not even looking at bilbo but greeting gandalf and you see in gandalf’s face that he is half panicking about what bilbo will say but bilbo just snorts amused and goes back to the dining room

gandalf follows him so the rest of the company follows gandalf and bilbo just shoots a look at the wizard like “are you serious you said dwarfs are coming here not unpolite and ungracefull beings without manners”

Gandalf tries to cough the awkwardness away “ALRIGHT, now that we’re all here we shall discuss the plan!!”

And Thorin just doesn’t get it, he doesnt get why gandalf seems so nervous around the hobbit whose name he doesnt even know (he leans into Balin and asks for the hobbits name out of pure interest but balin just shrugs realizing that the hobbit hasnt given away his name to anyone)

So now they entered the hobbit hole, ate bilbos food and dont even know what he completely looks like or what his name is

Gandalf repeats the plan mostly for bilbo so he knows whats going on and after the wizard is done bilbo hears a “thats what we need a burglar for!”

And gandalf looks so done bc he looks at bilbo and bilbo just snorts and smirks because all his life and after all he has done he has never been called a simple “burglar”

Bilbos occupation is the following: his mother was still belladonna and a took and his father was like mentioned above a dwarf, so while both of them died they still taught him a lot. His father showed him how to fight in general and with a sicklesword and how to throw knives. Training was never a problem for bilbo because (half dwarf) he has a lot of potential strength. His mother taught him about stealth and plants especially poisonous ones so soon bilbo was not only able to fight but to make mixtures of poisons and still being as quiet as only a hobbit can be

Bilbo’s father was a warrior and had to go on a mission but he knew that the enemy had information and that by just “kiling them off” the information would be lost. Having trained his son for many years and knowing that bilbo can be completely silent and probably deadly if desired he decides to take bilbo with him, bilbos mission is to knock someone out with a throwing knife to the shoulder which is covered in narcotics

Bilbo does an excellent job and his father is impressed and is like “i know you’ve never seen anything like this, youve never killed we only trained but i think you would be ready to fight by my side after we got our information out of this dude”

And Bilbo is both really good at fighting and at getting information out of the dude (I imagine him using some non toxic but pain bringing mixtures)

Bilbo and his father return home safely and Bilbo finds himself both guilty and thrilled bc he just killed like A TON of people with his father but at the same time it was exciting and he has this itch in his fingertips to do it again

After some years both of his parents die and not being able to stay in the Shire due to the memories bilbo travels through middle earth, hides his identity and then he hears someone in a pub talking about “killing someone for the better and how he would give a ton of gold to the person who could take out his target” and bilbo is like “oh” and goes out, satisfies the itch in his fingers, kills the person and demands his gold

The news spread like fire and everytime rumors come up about someone that should be killed for a good purpose bilbo will investigate, see if the person should really be killed, and if so will take the person out and demand his gold

Back to present events Thorin is like “do you think this is funny, hobbit? do you think the legacy of my kin is something you are allowed to laugh about? what do we need a hobbit for anyway?”

And Bilbo just pats his shoulder takes the contract that Gandalf held in his hands without saying anything and starts reading it

after he is done everyone looks at him not sure if they should be impressed or unnerved by this hobbit who seems to think so highly of himself that he can disrespect the king

but before anyone could say anything bilbo has signed the contract while looking at thorin from under the curls that covers his eyes giving him a smug smile and you just see that thorin is “this” close to snapping

Bilbo asks when they depart and gandalf says that they will leave by break of day

Thorin considers leaving earlier so they dont have to take the hobbit with them but doesnt say anything

Next day the dwarfs expect bilbo to have a ton of bags with him and that he would be in disadvantageous robes for traveling and they could laugh about him

But the sight they are greeted with is just? (I actually have some concepts in my head for Bilbos outfit but i dont rly know if anyone wants to see them BUT)

Bilbo is wearing of course no shoes but he is wearing long trousers with leather armor around his shins and knees, flexible but still protecting him; he wears a thin chainmail and over that a normal shirt, his arms are protected by thin leather which still looks resilient; a dark cloak which is secured with a clip around his neck; starting by his collar bones down to his navel in a “v” shape are all in all 12 throwing knives attatched in holsters and a sickle sword hangs at each of his sides; his hair which reaches his shoulders is tied up in a simple bun and in front of his face there is a short veil so that only his lips are visible; sewn onto his belt he has like 20 little bottles with different mixtures and poisons and he carries one simple backpack

and the dwarfs are like??? armor??? which looks??? high quality??? weapons??? on this hobbit??????

and they turn to gandalf and gandalf just tries to suppress a laugh at the surprised faces bc he just knew that out of sulkiness bilbo would not even try to hide any of his weapons but present them to the dwarfs

and like this basically the movie verse story would be retold

and it would be a bagginshield fic - oh my god it would be a bagginshield fic

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #my stuff

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baoshan-sanren · 5 years ago

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Part 9

to the fucking NieLan arranged marriage AU I can’t stop thinking about, that should really have a title by now

Exactly two months from his wedding day, XiChen wakes up at his customary time, to the empty bed, and a silk handkerchief folded on the pillow.

It has been less than a month since he had woken to find a book of poetry in the same place, and hardly a morning has gone by since then, without some gift or another, waiting to be picked up.

Face heating, he sits up in bed, taking care not to wrinkle his night robes. Those had been a gift too, just one among dozens. Books and rare scrolls, pendants and ornaments, belts and sashes, intricately carved combs, every item beautiful, each more personal and dear to XiChen than all the chests of jade and silver that had gone to Cloud Recesses during his betrothal.

They are tokens of appreciation for everything he has done. XiChen knows this well; none of them are lover’s gifts, not in a way they would be if their marriage was based on passion and affection. But his heart beats faster nonetheless, and he cannot help but smile, hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the handkerchief, watching it slither open in his hands.

They had spoken of magnolia trees the day before. A-Sang had brought up the bleakness of the visitor’s courtyard, and how the upcoming spring was a perfect opportunity to transform it into a real garden. Before long, they were discussing the necessary climate for the gardens at Cloud Recesses, and how likely it was that white chrysanthemum and magnolia would take to the soil in the Unclean Realm. Nie MingJue had joined them, only for a few moments, but he must have remembered their short conversation, because the handkerchief is delicately embroidered with a magnolia tree in full bloom.

For a few breaths, XiChen feels overwhelmed. More than the combs, and the books, and the ornaments, a handkerchief is a true lover’s gift, something to be carried by one’s heart. And although he knows MingJue means no such thing by it, XiChen has already determined to keep the handkerchief close by his skin, as it is meant to be carried.

A few times each week, he wakes to emotion he cannot quite shake, a combination of incomprehensible yearning and uncertainty, that ignored, refuses to ease even as the day progresses. On those mornings, he takes himself to the main courtyard while the sky is still dark, and moves through the forms with ShuoYue until harmony envelops him, and he can calmly go on with his duties.

The quickly approaching spring is obvious that morning, the air no longer sharp with chill, and he breathes deeply, for the first time aware that the scents of earth and trees he had found so unfamiliar in the beginning, now carry a certain amount of comfort. He moves through the forms, thinking back to his wedding day and all the anxiety he had carried, all the fears and trepidations, and the bone deep certainty that he would fail.

He has not failed. It is a vulgar practice, to feel too proud of oneself, but XiChen allows himself a slight amount of gratification, thinking it is well-earned. It is no insignificant thing, to be truly appreciated by one’s husband, in a marriage where no pre-existing desire or affection can cushion the inevitable failures. XiChen did not know how to make himself desirable, and this failure, to love as a man should love his husband, and be loved the same way in turn, will always weigh on him. But he knew how to offer comfort and support, how to manage a household, how to ease his husband’s burdens, and in this, he had done well enough to feel a small amount of pride.

Sometimes, he cannot help but wonder how different a marriage could be when two people loved and desired one another. There are moments when he finds himself admiring Nie MingJue’s physical appearance, the width of his shoulders, the strength of his arms, the careless ease with which he fights, each move deadly and beautiful. At those times, it is impossible not to think of the bed they share each night, and the space between them; how easily that space can be bridged, and why Nie MingJue has never made an effort to do so. There have been nights, especially in the last month, as the gifts began to appear on the pillow with increasing frequency, where XiChen has found himself almost brave enough to speak of it, to whisper in the darkness, and to ask why.

He knows MingJue’s nature fairly well now. The blunt honesty and the quickness of temper, the sharp wit and the rigid moral compass. His kindness and consideration, his affection for his little brother, and his devotion to his Sect. There is much to be admired in Nie MingJue. And yet, XiChen spends his nights in silence, on the far side of the bed, never brave enough to ask.

“Senior Lan!”

The voice startles him in the middle of a form, and he realizes that the sky has grown light already, the hour long past the time when he should have left the courtyard to the disciples, and their early morning drills. They are all gathered at the entrance, and he thinks they must have been watching him for some time before deciding to speak up. He feels his face heat, and sheathes ShuoYue.

“It seems I have lost the track of time,” he says sheepishly.

“That was incredible,” Nie SuShen exclaims.

They gather around XiChen like children, asking if he would practice with them, if he could teach them this move or that one, all speaking over one another in excitement. XiChen cannot get a word in edgewise, and starts to worry that he has thrown off their entire day routine, when training has always been the one area where Nie MingJue allows no flexibility or room for change.

“What is this?”

Nie MingJue’s voice cuts through the din, and XiChen finds himself freezing like the other disciples, now certain that this is to be his punishment for the gratification he had allowed himself to feel earlier, a not-so-subtle reminder that pride always comes before a fall.

“I am at fault,” he says quickly, before any of the other disciples can speak, “I was running through the forms, and lost track of time.”

“Senior Lan is amazing,” Nie SuShen exclaims, because he is still a child, and has no sense of self-preservation.

Couple of others raise their voices in agreement, as if expecting Nie MingJue to disagree with them.

Nie MingJue glowers at them, and they all fall silent again.

“Lan XiChen is the greatest cultivator of his generation,” Nie MingJue says easily, “He has never been defeated, not in a single duel, not in any of the sect competitions.”

XiChen’s face is so hot now, he thinks it must be glowing like the sun.

“Why do we never see you fight, Senior Lan?” Nie SuShen asks.

“You should spar with us, Senior Lan,” Nie YongZhi exclaims, “we practice and practice, but we rarely ever have a chance to fight someone from a different sect.”

“None of you are skilled enough,” Nie MingJue says, stepping down into the courtyard, “but if my husband is willing, we may spar, so the children can see how it is done.”

Nie MingJue has so rarely issued him an invitation for anything, that XiChen agrees without a thought.

It seems odd, as they start carefully circling each other, that they have never done this before. It should feel unfamiliar, but it does not. Although MingJue knows that XiChen has won often, he has rarely seen him fight. XiChen, on the other hand, has been watching MingJue spar for a couple of months now, and has him at a disadvantage.

Their styles are utterly different. Nie MingJue is significantly stronger, BaXia’s full weight unforgiving when it meets ShuoYue. But XiChen is slightly faster, and more than familiar with the Nie Sect sword forms by now. They are only testing each other in the beginning, both slightly hesitant, neither willing to push too far, too fast. But as neither of them show signs of faltering, their movements become faster, more instinctual, more likely to draw blood. It is utterly exhilarating, to fight with someone who is his equal, and XiChen finds himself smiling, his heart beating harder each time the saber comes close to his skin, each time MingJue twists out of the way in the last moment. He feels better than he has in months, his blood singing, his muscles burning, ShuoYue light in his hand. Oh, they should do this every day. As many times as possible.

BaXia catches the edge of his sleeve, and slices it to his elbow. XiChen reacts without thinking, shifting mid-swing, bringing up ShuoYue’s hilt instead of the blade. It is meant to block MingJue’s wrist, but in the last moment, XiChen realizes that he had miscalculated. MingJue does not step where XiChen had expected him to; he does not move at all, his gaze locked on the torn sleeve, and before XiChen can stop himself, ShuoYue’s hilt catches him in the face.

There is a faint crunch, and XiChen watches, absolutely horrified, as MingJue’s nose begins to gush blood.

For a few moments, everyone is shocked still, the courtyard as silent as death. Then MingJue begins to laugh.

He laughs so hard, that he is soon bent over, blood dripping on the dirt, his shoulder shaking. XiChen drops ShuoYue to the ground and makes himself move, horror still lodged in his throat, incapable of understanding what could be so funny about a broken nose. He grasps MingJue’s arm, pulling him upright. At that moment, he does not think of the handkerchief tucked in his pocket, but he knows the blood must be staunched by something. He gathers up the length of his sleeve, and steadying MingJue’s head with one hand, presses the cloth to his nose.

MingJue hisses, still laughing, and shifts XiChen’s hand better, so the sleeve is not covering his mouth too. His gaze lands on XiChen, and there is something in it that XiChen has never seen before, something that makes his face heat, that makes him very much aware of his other hand cupping the back of MingJue’s head, and the feel of his hair against his palm.

“That was very well done,” MingJue says, “Did I cut your arm?”

“Did-- no. How is it well done? I-- you are bleeding.”

“This is not the first time my nose was broken,” MingJue says, his voice still filled with good humor, “But it was by far, the most pleasurable one.”

XiChen thinks the heat from his face now must be covering his entire body, and he focuses on stopping the blood flow, no longer capable of meeting MingJue’s eyes.

The disciples gather around them, not as loud and boisterous as they were before, but none of them look nearly as worried as XiChen feels. MingJue pulls a handkerchief of his own from the inside pocket of his robes, and gently lowers XiChen’s hand, so he can press the handkerchief to his nose.

“What lesson have you learned?” MingJue asks them.

“The Lan Sect cheats!” Nie SuShen exclaims, and Nie MingJue chokes out another laugh, this one poorly covered up by a cough.

XiChen wishes the earth would open up and swallow him.

“Close,” MingJue says, “But no. The lesson is, never lose focus. An instant of hesitation can cost you your life. Now, line up. You are an hour behind with your drills. I expect to see you all here for an extra hour, no exceptions.”

A series of groans follows his words, but they move away quickly, probably afraid that any hesitation will extend their practice even longer.

“You should see a healer,” XiChen says, although the blood flow already seems to be slowing down.

“For a broken nose? He will laugh at me.”

XiChen cannot quite look at him yet; too much has happened in too short of a time, and the earlier rush of joy has left him so rapidly, that he feels shaky and unanchored.

MingJue lightly takes a hold of his wrist, the torn sleeve baring the arm to the elbow.

“I was so sure that I had cut you by mistake,” he says softly, “I am glad I did not. If you wish, I will go see a healer, but you should change your robes. The blood may not come out of that sleeve, if it is left in any longer.”

XiChen nods, and gathers up his sword. They part ways at the courtyard entrance, but XiChen feels the imprint if MingJue’s fingers on his wrist for hours afterwards, and finds his hand closing around it often, as if looking for a grip that is no longer there.

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #nielan #lan xichen #ficlet #m #arranged marriage au pt. 9 #i make myself a liar in less than 24 hours #i'm in the nightless city in the story #so i edited this one for posting #the rest is a mess #that will take time

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alexanderlightweight · 5 years ago

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the finery of a king can be a royal complication

@lynne-monstr

Tentacletober prompt 5: First Time

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“Alexander,” Magnus breathed out and by Edom, the sight of his fiancé was like an ethereal balm to his lonely eyes. For a moment he worried that perhaps Lilith had created a mockery of what he wanted most, to taunt him with. Then hot, dusty hands were pulling him into an embrace and he could smell the familiar scent of their shared sandalwood shampoo and the salt of Alec’s skin underneath the layers of ichor and dust.

No dream could feel as sweet as the press of Alec’s chapped lips brushing against his own.

He was dirty, exhausted and so very beautiful in Magnus’ eyes.

Around him, his new reality flickered and he brought his powers up sharply, desperate to reign them in as he heard footsteps. Now was not the time to introduce Alec to the unexpected turn Magnus’ victory had taken.

“I”ll stay here, with you. I’m never leaving you again.” Alec promised and Magnus knew he was sincere but he also knew that his fiancé was unaware of certain changes. Magnus adored Alexander, so did his magic and that meant that his new appendages wanted to understand why all of Magnus adored him so.

“Alexander,” Magnus murmured, “before you say such things. I need to tell y-“

Magnus blinked once before narrowing his eyes as Lorenzo unexpectedly entered the room, interrupting him and his tentacles bristled. They were already irritated at being glamoured and kept from Alec and at the moment they were completely in-tune with his feelings which meant they had a new target for their ire. Magnus used every bit of his self-control and tightened the glamour restraining them, now was not the time to socialize his tentacles.

“What was it you wanted to tell me?” Alec asked once they were alone and in the safety of what was once again -finally - their loft. There was a soft smile on his face as he kissed Magnus’ cheek and Magnus wanted to bask in the feeling of him being near, of being with Alec but he also knew that it was time to share with him the truth.

One of Magnus’ tentacles reached out to gently trace Alexander’s deflect rune. Alec twitched, hand coming up to automatically bat the unexpected touch away and then he froze when his wrist was grabbed by a different, more confident tentacle that gently but firmly held him in place.

“Wha-?” He started to ask and then he went quiet, a soft and startled sort of silent as he turned wide, confused eyes to Magnus.

“It just so happens,” Magnus said and gave a small and fragile smile, “that defeating my father came with both perks and… shall we say disadvantages ?”

One of his tentacles smacked him and he shushed it, casually pushing it away from him with two fingers.

“Magnus?” Alec asked warily, “please tell me it’s your magic currently giving my neck a hickey and holding my wrist.”

“Not my magic technically ,” Magnus hedged and then hurried when Alec’s face darkened, “but a part of me nonetheless.”

“So what is it?” Alec asked and his voice got a little higher at the end, his chin lifting up as a slightly overeager tentacle latched another sucker to his skin.

“Well,” Magnus started and paused as his normally silver tongue fumbled for the right words, “you won’t have a reason to complain about not getting enough cuddles.” He offered and then slowly let his glamour rescind.

Alec caught his gaze first. The look of adoration that filled his eyes upon meeting Magnus’ own un-glamoured ones was blinding and Magnus could see how his pupils widened and the corners of his eyes crinkled. It also meant that Magnus could tell the exact moment Alec saw his new appendages.

There was a murmur of discontent in Magnus’ emotions when Alec’s eyes narrowed in confusion and Magnus couldn’t control how his tentacles reacted to it with a frisson of chaotic, restless energy. One even went so far as to knock a vase off the table but before Magnus could use magic to catch it, another had swept it up and put it back. Magnus mentally sighed and hoped that this wasn’t an indication his tentacles were going to be the equivalent of numerous, wriggling and impulsive cats.

“I- thats… definitely new.” Alec said and Magnus was determined not to let the reaction disappoint him. His tentacles and subconscious had a different opinion it seemed and the tentacle wrapped around Alec’s wrist pulled him towards them with a stubborn intensity.

“They think rather highly of you,” Magnus told Alec when he was only a step away and even as he said it, he knew that it was an understatement. If anything, he could feel a thrum of insecurity that was a little foreign, as though his tentacles were desperate for Alec’s validation and affection.

“Oh?”

“Yes, I’d say they’re almost-“ and as Magnus paused, the ones that had been waiting moved in, pressing up against Alec’s spine until he was nearly flush against Magnus chest. “Impatient,” he finished and smiled when Alec only managed a breathy chuckle. The fact that they had integrated with him but not completely worried Magnus sometimes, but he did feel some relief at how much they seemed to adore Alec.

“They are very friendly,” Alec said, “and now that I know they’re yours, I’ll figure out how to work with them. I love you Magnus, every part of you. There could never be anything ugly about you, ever."

One, very helpful tentacle curled through Alec’s belt-loops and pulled him even closer so that Magnus could kiss him. Because kissing Alexander felt both like coming home and feeling whole again all at once.

Alec’s fingers dug into his hips, hard enough to leave bruises and his breath stuttered as Magnus tangled his fingers into Alec’s hair. Magnus wanted more, he wanted Alec under him and over him, pressed against him and with Magnus’ magic flooding him like they hadn’t in what felt like a lifetime.

He wanted to relearn how Alec felt, taste and touch him with his magic and his lips and feel the adoration and devote sincerity of Alec’s affections through his magic and reactions. There was another gasp, a little sharper this time and when Alec moved away, Magnus followed, chasing the taste of his lips.

“Magnus,” was murmured against his lips and he paused, his fervor dampened by the grip on his arm even as Alec’s chest heaved against him.

“Alexander?” He asked and pressed his lips to Alec’s neck, licked away the salt from the rune there and cherished the shudder it earned him.

“Your uh- you, what are- are they?”

And Magnus realized what had Alec in a confused, distracted haze. The tentacle that had so helpfully curled in Alec’s belt loops and pulled him close, had unbuttoned his pants and was teasing him slowly. Pulling back a little further, Magnus surveyed the willing mess his tentacles were making of his fiancé.

The tentacle at his neck had left deep, red marks that could easily pass as hickey’s but would far less easily be hidden from view without magical aid. It had then circled around to let Magnus press his own arduous kiss to Alec's skin and was now leaving similar marks down Alec’s collarbone and past the v of his shirt.

“They have priorities."

“And what priorities are those?” Alec asked, breathless and adoring as he caught Magnus in another kiss.

“To learn you, to memorize you. To love every part of you,” Magnus murmured quietly against Alec’s lips.

"Those are good priorities," Alec agreed breathlessly and the confirmation sparked a heat deep inside of Magnus, an eagerness to pull more noises and .

It was late and despite how tired he was and how bone-achingly sated he felt, Magnus couldn’t settle, his magic and tentacles restless as they moved about him. Doing everything from smoothing the silk sheets on the bed to running through Alec’s sweat-damp hair and pressing sucking marks against the sensitive skin along his spine.

“What do they want now?” Alec asked, voice hoarse from sleep and with a rasping tinge that spoke of deep exhaustion. Magnus didn’t even need to scold his tentacles, they seemed to understand that they’d woken up Alec and he could practically feel their guilt.

“Nothing love,” Magnus murmured and ran his thumb over Alec’s cheek, “that was my fault. I’m still trying to figure out how to work them.”

Alec didn’t say anything else, just nuzzled against Magnus’ palm and pressing a kiss to the skin there before closing his eyes and sinking back into the pillows.

His tentacles bristled with indignation and Magnus could feel his warring emotions swell. First there was contentment, that Alec was settling back down and at the same time, dissatisfaction that Alec wasn’t showing the same amount of care to them.

Magnus sighed, a headache starting to build and a tentacle helpfully moved up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The others guiltily tried to relax but Magnus was about to give up on sleeping at all. In Edom, he had considered them an extra security measure while vulnerable but now, here safe in his bed with Alec, they were a nuisance and even as tired as Magnus was they felt no closer to calming down.

“Babe?” Alec asked and the rare nickname made something raw and tender in Magnus’ chest throb, “what’s wrong?”

“Just,” and Magnus paused, unable to articulate that his frustration wasn’t so much with his tentacles as much as how much his tentacles felt… emotionally.

It was one thing to learn how to regulate the sensations and physical synapsis of added physical and magical appendages. It was quite another to suddenly have to also deal with an unregulated emotional onslaught and energy.

“They’re just sensitive,” he finally said, hating the choice of words, “a little uh, tender right now.”

There was a moment where he thought he’d managed and then a deep, sleepy chuckle, “they’re lonely, aren’t they?”

“Something like that,” Magnus admitted. “It’s all very new. I was just learning how to manage them when you showed up and now-“ He would never complain about Alec having come for him, or be upset with how quickly his tentacles had become besotted. He’d even suspected it would happen, what with how much his magic had always loved Alexander and how it had thrummed in his veins when they’d been reunited. However, there was something to be said with timing and his tentacles didn’t seem to understand that Alec was still adjusting to their presence.

“C’me here?” Alec asked and Magnus settled back down, careful not to press too close least his tentacle get any ideas. “Magnus,” Alec complained, “please. I missed you, I can’t be in the same bed as you and not have you as close as possible.”

There was a desperation in his voice and Magnus could no sooner hear it than not do everything and anything in his power to alleviate it.

“I missed you too,” he said, “so much Alexander.”

“I don’t mind them I promise, just please. Hold me?”

His tentacles didn’t pounce, nothing so undignified as that, but they surrounded Alec without hesitation. It was as though they were worried he’d rescind the invitation and were desperate to claim a place for themselves. Magnus curled an arm tight around Alec’s back, pulling him closer still and Alec pressed his nose to the crook of Magnus’ neck.

“They’re nice like this,” Alec finally said, lips brushing against his skin and all of Magnus shared a feeling of deep relief, “it’s like a giant hug.”

The tentacles squirmed happily about Alec even tighter, careful not to hurt him but holding him as close as possible and finally, Magnus felt like he could sleep.

#tentacletober #shadowhunters #malec #malec fic #tentacles #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my fic #fanfic #shadowhunters fic #I tried ya'll #fanfiction #Words of October #my writing

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renaer-is-allegedly-hot · 4 years ago

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session 6

so pdfing and jpging things for tumblr is hard so ur just gonna deal with this have fun

I'm sleepy

Also criminal minds is v good

"rain makes sleepy" or smth I can't process anything rn

"can I just stop.. Stop trying .. With discord"

We're so quiet

And out of it

"if I have an extra belt, I'll just hook it to it" - dom2020, about the loss of his window blinds stick thing

The only people w blinds problems r jacob n dom apparently

Jacob: can we start at 3

Jacob: can we start at 4

Jacob: can we start at 5

Lol ok

If lillian is a reformed horse girl dom is a reformed cow boy

JACOB IS GOING TO REPLACE THE MILK IN DOM'S HOUSE WITH HIS

"I'm going to go to your house and replace the milk in your house with mine"

Dom didn't know males could lactate

Last time we finished downtime w a bomb I guess

An explosion outside of our home

N then we found out the one goblin or smth killed by the explosion was the last key holder of the oh it was a gnomes it was an associate of renaer's father

Asyna given a necklace by a child + asyna's fish spirit thing

We go into mirt's house in one of the sitting rooms

Renaer is pacing and looks concerned n frantic

U missed sylvia's question oops

Ok wait suddenly we started talking about trump and politics what happened

Ok so when it comes to protesters burning stuff like cars and businesses there are a lot of reports that it's not protesters and that it's police and/or random ppl just joining to break things

I haven't looked into that as much but one of the biggest arguments is that ppl who were really protesting wouldn't b burning down the low-income businesses n stuff that have been

Adam asking to renaer and floon if the gnome had a reason to come to our house

Maybe gnome found out ppl were watching and maybe wanted to give us the thing

Adam asking if we need the body

if he didn't have it on him then the authorities would've confiscated

There r speak w dead practices ig

Not really any reason to believe it's not on the body

Mirt asks us to recount the events

Looked like zents

Why would zents want the gnome

Renaer said smth

All of us r flustered from day's events

Theo got 15

One of the neighbors fallah the elf person had said someone wandered off

Adam tells them abt which building the attack probs came from

Asyna brings up necklace and said it was from a puppet

Mirt takes the necklace and is looking at it

Four jewels hanging from the broken necklace, reddish-orange almost marbles

Looks like one of them had been pulled off

Stone impervious to scrying magic

Stone looks like ?????

Either with the police or on the zent or idk

Could ask trench to find it bc expert tracker

Adam runs arcana check on it

Rolls 18, learn it could have smth to do w the element of fire

"can we throw it into the fire?"

Gonna dangle the necklace over the candle

No reaction

Asyna has her deer, summons it

Comes out, paces, looks at asyna expectantly

Naya is a scrying deer so u can tell it to scry

"I'll show naya the necklace, be like, 'scry'"

Jumps around, backs up toward house front then looking for us to follow

Mirt is meeting w associates

Adam: "invite us" . "sometime"

Renaer says he'll lie low probs bc worried abt his fate

Floon says ditto basically

We're following naya and watching it move through the streets

Right as the sun sets make it further into sea ward and then naya stops and returns to the token

Back in the direction of our house toward a gated, walled-off manor house w elegant metal bars blocking some sight and a low wall covering it, locked gate

Building behind it looks two stories tall

You do not recognize the building

No visible guards, just the wall itself

Some light coming in from windows but no one in front of the windows walking around

Some light lit on the second story

Sylvia's gonna jump over it ig but I have to play w thE CHILD

Sylvia wants to use a bear

R we using my dog

Or is asyna turning into a bear

No one's around it's night

We're gonna try picking the lock first ig

Oh nvm we're knocking

Asyna is knocking

Waits a little, no response

Door made out of solid wood but we're just gonna lockpick instead of letting adam destroy it

Theo tries lockpicking, puts ear to door and eventually can't pick open lock

If asyna turns into an animal she can open the door

Squirrel!asyna time does it ez

Rolls 15 for perception

Squirrel!asyna is on the wall, there's a pathway that goes forward and one branching off towards the left to what's probably a guest house

Adam is gonna send message, eventually we notice a groundskeeper w two mastiffs

They're kinda far from us, over 100 ft away they're just making rounds

Asyna might try to unlock the door as a squirrel

Strength check as squirrel

Dogs r getting closer

Asyna can't open it

Could knock when the groundskeepers r closer

When mastiff+groundskeeper come closer we'll try that

OOP just asyna is rolling initiative as a squirrel

Lmao rolled nat20

Asyna might die ???

Climbs up wall again

Gets onto top of wall

Older human gentleman just pulls dogs aside

Groundskeeper says we can't go in and eventually walks away

Adam "not even someone who has official business with the house's master ?"

Rolls a 9, groundskeeper says come back in the sun

There's a dirt path ???? One going forward towards a porch into the main building, and a side path that eventually diverges abt 50 feet up the path further into the courtyard

Not a manor w manicured gardens, otherwise just p flat

We're gonna stealthily run for it

We make it to the main door of the house, it's unlocked - doesn't even look like it could be traditionally locked bc it's just a display door

We forgot to lock the door we left

60 feet away

Adam is giving me bardic inspiration whispered

He's playing a soft lullaby

You RUN

Can kinda shut it, to left you see the two dogs and groundskeeper but they don't notice you and you sneak back

We go into the villa

Go in, shut the door haha frozen computer

We enter and see immediately to the left 15 ft away a shut door, further down the hallway a long dinner setup

Dinner table turned over on its side

Staircase and another set of doors to right

But most of all there r dead bodies littered in the hallway

Probs 10ish

Some dressed in typical guardsmen attire w spears, smaller number of bodies covered in zents attire

We hear sounds of active fighting upstairs

Inspect the dead bodies

No one recognized, one of them collapsed in front of a doorway leading into a

Five different exits including door we came from and stairs

Check the other exits

Naya is summoned but it doesn't work

Oh bc it's once a day

Nvm there are four different doorways

One w a guard slumped over in front of it

Go to door to immediate left

Adam stealthily cracks door open, looks like a storage room

There's a skinny 5ft wide staircase to the right

Gonna check another door

Peek into another room w two human men dressed in black zent robes w maces at their belts and at the sound of the door, turn and r shocked for a second

Cel goes first

Groot gets 6 for initiative idk if there r any modifiers

They're running forward to attack

U roll 17+4 for first insight

U have sneak attack against one of the targets

14 pts of damage gOD I'M SO SORRY Y'ALL I TOOK A FAT MINUTE

U run up and stab him and he looks p heavily wounded

Cel has tripped and fallen for reasons

U get 4 damage he tries to hit u in the head so the wooden part of the mace hits ur head

Asyna

Pulls out ice knife

21 to hit, going for the one that hit me

Rolls a 1 LMAO

Ice knife

Couldn't hit him w full attack but secondary part of the attack hit him and has some damage

Adam

Runs into line of sight, they look cut up but not bloodied

Casts vicious mockery on the one u stabbed

Points at hole in gut "I bet the hole in ur gut is not as large as the hole in your heart"

4 damage

Theo

Strikes and misses

Groot

2 damage

Dom's gonna

kill my dog

Other guy attacks theo

Hits

U do 5 damage

Ok so

Ig every time u fight

U can use sneak attack ??

9 pts to damage

Ok I think ur using sneak attack wrong

Adam technically saved ur dog

Asyna

Rolls nat20 to hit

Rolls

Kills the guy

"I mean, shillelagh"

Howls in pain, slumps over on the ground

It's the bald one the guy u stabbed

Adam

Casts vicious mockery

Threatens baldness

2 damage

Theo

2, no hit

Groot

Doesn't hit

Other guy

Trying to hit theo

Hits

3 damage

Aerana

Shortsword

6 damage

Asyna

8 to hit

12 hits

7 damage

Siiiiiis imagine killing both of them wait is he dead

Oop he's not dead yet tho

Adam

Vicious mockery

Lives

Theo

16 to hit

ROLLS A ONE

LILLIAN

Four damage

BRUH

Groot misses

Other guy

Drops his weapon

Adam walks into the room

"hey buddy . What's goin on ?"

Persuasion check at disadvantage

Might as well kill

You kill, groot pushes adam so adam doesn't see

#sn #6 #dnd #d&d #wdh #lmao #mn

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Money in the Bank Predictions 2020

Hey y’all! New blog here, but long time supporter of WWE and the professional wrestling industry. Today, I want to give my predictions on what I THINK is going to happen at this year’s Money in the Bank PPV! Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with WWE, so what I say is not bible. This is just what I would love to see happen.

♡Fatal Four Way Tag Team Championship

New Day (c) vs. Miz & Morrison vs. Forgotten Sons vs. Lucha House Party

What I WANT to happen

I think it is WAY too soon to take the titles off of New Day, so starting off here, I think New Day is going to retain their titles. Miz & Morrison and Lucha House Party are there for entertainment value, potentially starting a new feud between those two teams, but they will not win. It’ll be between New Day & Forgotten Sons and HOPEFULLY Xavier Woods (who has been out since October) will rejoin New Day and even out the stakes a little bit. At the end of the day, New Day takes it and boosts Forgotten Sons’ credibility a little bit.

What I THINK will happen: New Day wins. Miz & Morrison vs. Lucha House Party feud forming. So everything I just said.

♡Women’s Smackdown Championship

Bayley (c) vs. Tamina

What I WANT to happen: With all the stuff happening with Sasha Banks and them repeatedly ruining each others’ matches, I think Sasha is definitely getting involved at some point for the disadvantage of Bayley. I think this would be an AMAZING start for a feud between Bayley and Sasha. That being said, I definitely think Tamina deserves this belt and at least a chance to be a title holder for a little bit.

What I THINK will happen: Bayley will retain, but Sasha will get involved, thus starting Sasha’s run for the belt. Bayley v. Sasha at Summerslam if I had to guess. Tamina is just there for stand-in. Disappointing, honestly.

♡Universal Championship

Braun Strowman (c) vs. Bray Wyatt

What I WANT to happen: Honestly, I want them to keep it with Braun. Yes, I know he is a stand-in for when Roman eventually returns, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that Braun himself is a beast and very good at his job. I think he’s a stand-up guy outside of the ring and brings good credibility to the title. As much as I loved the Wyatt Family when they were all still together, I think the Bray vs. Braun storyline should’ve happened in 2017/2018 when they were still semi-relevant. Plus, beating around the bush when referring to Harper and Rowan is just... awkward, to say the least. I get they have to make do with their current situation, but I think I’d rather see Braun vs. Roman (tank vs. tank).

What I THINK will happen: Bray will take it. Once Roman comes back, he’ll win the title off Bray. It’ll be a clean win.

♡WWE Championship

Drew McIntyre (c) vs. Seth Rollins

What I WANT to happen: Listen. Drew is the best WWE champion we have had in a VERY long time (well, besides Kofi). Lesnar was boring, because you know he’s a beast. Drew is so good and very charismatic and just a joy to watch. I think he needs to keep his title for a while, at least until he gets in front of a crowd. I think he deserves that. Plus, this could be a great opportunity for a lot of growth in Rollins as well. If he loses at both Wrestlemania and MITB, that could be the “turning point” for him, if you will. Maybe he’ll just go on a rampage and attack everyone (I’d love to see him with Orton, we need a baby face Orton) or maybe this could be a chance for baby face Seth, who we really haven’t seen in a while. Regardless, Drew needs to keep it.

What I THINK will happen: Drew retains, as he should, and subsequently starts a feud with someone else as Rollins loses his mind. Will most likely end in a DQ.

♡Women’s Money in the Bank Ladder Match

Asuka vs. Shayna Baszler vs. Nia Jax vs. Dana Brooke vs. Lacey Evans vs. Carmella

What I WANT will happen: Well, for starters, I am 99% convinced it will be someone from the RAW roster, considering they ran a promo of Becky with the winner the Monday afterwards. If it was someone from Smackdown... that would make zero sense. Besides, I don’t think it’s time for anyone from Smackdown to take it, honestly. Dana needs a better solo footing before she gets a title, Lacey had a growing feud with Bayley/Sasha/Tamina, and Carmella is far more entertaining with R-Truth and the 24/7 Championship that it’s not really her time either. That leaves Asuka, Baszler, and Nia. I think it is far too soon for Baszler to win, considering she only made the switch to main roster a month or so ago. Yes, she’s amazing, but I think being in the match is enough for her to get some credibility. Asuka, yes is great, but she’s at the top of her game. Does she really need it? I think she could give Becky a run for her money with or without the briefcase. Nia is being pushed heavily and rightfully so, I think Nia is amazing and deserves a title shot. Would love to see her bring it home.

What I THINK will happen: Asuka will win it and subsequently get the belt from Becky. Baszler and Asuka will temporarily team up to take down Nia (similar to what we saw on RAW last week) and Asuka will reign victorious.

♡Men’s Money in the Bank Ladder Match

Daniel Bryan vs. Rey Mysterio vs. Aleister Black vs. King Corbin vs. Otis vs. AJ Styles

What I WANT to happen: Woof. This is a difficult call, because there is SO many ways we could go with this. For starters, mark off Otis. Otis has a strong storyline going on right now and we won’t see him in the title picture for a while. Mark off Bryan and Mysterio as well. Both of these men are champions already and we don’t need ANOTHER title reign from them. Besides, we’re getting very close to the retirement of Mysterio so I don’t think they’ll give him a title until the very end. Leaving Corbin, Black, and Styles. What I ultimately want and, yes this is a stretch, is Black to take the briefcase, shakeup over to Smackdown, and feud with the Fiend, on the chance that Wyatt wins the title. Even if that doesn’t happen, Black needs that briefcase. He is easily one of the best performers on RAW at the moment and that man in the title picture would be insane. He deserves it and MITB win would be great on his resume. Would love to see him feud with Drew or Seth- I think there would be some insane promos thrown all around.

What I THINK will happen: Again, difficult call. I see one of two things happening. Corbin wins it and gets his redemption from when he fucked up a few years ago. Besides, we all know Vince loves Corbs. Second thing I see happening is AJ winning it and going after Drew. If they decide to keep Drew’s feuds in the A-class rank (Lesnar, Big Show, and now Seth), then the only logical next step to becoming the best is defeating AJ. Or, I can see them pulling a fast one on us and AJ NOT challenging for a title, but for another shot against Undertaker (seeing as he’s all “there was no ref”, “not a real ring”, so on).

So yes! Those are my predictions for this year’s MITB. I look forward to watching and will be BACK to post what I thought this Sunday (:

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Chapter 3: Atlas

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A/N: "Ultramarine" *Inserts Will Smith's AH THAT'S HOT! AH THAT'S HOT! Meme* There's an advantage for dating a graphics designer... Thank you to my babi for suggesting this fancy-shmancy new word! Here, have some Adrienette and MariChat fluffies! Hi, this is the present time for me (well will be the past soon after this paragraph), but while I'm writing Marinette's frustration. My eyes are also fighting the urge to cry while I'm in a café shop. I just feel her frustrations rn, ngl. I'm not crying, you are ((yes, you’ve been warned)).

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Summary:

It is far from coincidences that these miraculous jewels ended in Marinette’s and Adrien’s possession. Their kwamis claim that they have been specifically chosen as the sole protectors against evil. But when an akuma returns a forgotten past, it unravels an unforeseen destiny of their Miraculous predecessors’ lives. Their decisions, from this moment forward, could possibly alter the true meaning of their existences and their destinies.

I can't take it Tired I'm falling to my knees I'm weighted Carry me home like you used to I don't belong here, lemme start over I wanna sleep so wake me up when I'm older Do not disturb, lost when I'm dreaming Kick to that curb all my angels and demons ~~~~~~~ "Take care of Marinette, for me," Mr. Dupain requested. He finally had a chance to catch the time and decided that he needed to return to work. "Even though she's like this, it's still my job to provide for her." The trio answered him in a unison of answers, "Yes sir!" "You got it!" "Roger that." A minute later, the door to the hatch was lifted, two familiar pink jeans, and ballet flats plopped at the top of the white staircase. "Woah, Marinette." Nino had broken the silence, gathering the attention of everyone and turning towards Marinette. Although it had been merely three days since they last saw their friend, the Marinette they were facing was the result of undergoing several months of hell. Her signature pigtails were replaced by a thick curtain of dark navy hair that stopped at the center of her back. The usual ultramarine sheen that appeared when a light bounced off her styled locks were prominent and sharp slash marks, beneath the poorly blended powder, shaped as if it were daggers plunged into her scalp. Her skin was pale and lifeless, and stiff like a slender glass, but also transparent with her emotions, strong in material, and fragile, if not handled with care. The taut skin on her cheeks, disguised as new dimples, sank in, revealing Marinette's negligence towards her wellbeing. She was putting on a strong front and concealing her problems. It was obvious she didn't want to worry any of them. She looked like the same strong Marinette, but she was also a frail and vulnerable Marinette at the same time. Everyone needed to be careful, one false word could possibly shatter, and send her back to her room. "I like how you styled your hair-" Alya jabs Nino to shroud his question into a compliment. Nino responds by extending his two thumbs up, "It looks rad!" Marinette smiles weakly, it doesn't meet her eyes, while descending down the steps, tray in her hands, "Thanks, Nino." Alya stood up first to meet her best friend at the end of the steps. Adrien is behind her, followed by Nino. "Here, I can take it," Adrien offered as he reached for the silverware. "Thanks, Adrien, but I can handle it," she smiled sweetly. "Girl, just let him handle it so I can give my bestie a hug," Alya insisted while taking the tray from her hands and handing it to Adrien with a sweet, "Thanks, Adrien!" While the blond teenager returned the tray into the sink, Alya and Marinette are locked in a warm embrace. "I missed you, girl!" "Me too, Alya," Marinette replied. After pulling away, she scanned the room. "If you're looking for your dad, he's downstairs," the auburn-haired teenager responded, while guiding her to the sofa with their arms linked. "He said to take care of you first, because he still needs to do his job as a parent and provide for you," Adrien added. Marinette's vision rocked wit emerging tears, her stomach sank, and her feet suddenly weighed like tons. She felt the guilt sink into her, from her shoulders down to her feet, tangibly taking form in her legs. She could only drag her feet to walk towards them. It was a mistake. She had a notorious clumsy nature, and could trip and fall at any moment. And she did. Fortunately, her arm was linked to Alya's, and Nino had quickly linked his arm through the other arm. Adrien, on the other hand, had both of his hands planted on her small waist like a substitute gait belt. Working together, the trio had successfully guided Marinette to the center of the sofa. Marinette muffled an apology for her clumsiness and as she was hoisted down to her seat. Alya sat beside her, arm around her shoulder, while Nino and Adrien sat on the couch perpendicular to them. "I mean, it's good one thing is still consistent," Nino jokes lightly. It was received with a smile. "Marinette, if you're okay with it, do you mind telling us what happened?" Alya asked. "All of us, including our classmates, have been worried about you," Adrien added, "We all care about you." Marinette met eyes with Adrien's vibrant green eyes. She thought of Chat Noir and how he'd been holding up since her disappearance. She never had a chance to talk to him ever since the incident as Ladybug, but also as Marinette. "I," she began hesitantly, picking her words carefully, "I lost something." "Lost something?" Alya repeated, staring at her intently, "What did you lose?" "I can't really say," Marinette shook her head carefully as she spoke. A lightbulb went off in Alya's head and her thoughtful expression became rigid, her eyes burning as she leaned in to whisper in Marinette's ears. "Did you lose your v-" "NO!" Marinette jumped from her seat. It was a familiar action, Marinette's signature animated reactions, that brought back just a little bit more of the girl that they knew. The navy-haired girl turned to the guys, clarifying what she believed came to their thoughts too. "No, I'm pure! I didn't lose THAT!" She was horribly flustered, voice raised when she began her explanation, then slowly dwindling to a softer voice, "Nor was it forced from me…" Face burning, her blue eyes trailed to the floor. The two boys stared at her with raised brows, blinked twice as they registered Marinette's animated explanation, then looked at each other when the realization finally had hit them. They also reacted just as animatedly in their own flustered realization. Nino had both hands extended towards Marinette with open palms and shook them as he said, "No, no! Totally we get it! It's not that. We weren't thinking of that at all, dude! Don't worry." At the same time, Adrien said his own hurried consolations. He had an arm draped over his shoulder, scratching his heated neck and back with his eyes meeting Marinette's and back to the floor, and back to her cerulean eyes, and back down. "No, no! We get it! We weren't thinking of that at all, Marinette! I totally understand what you mean though! It's precious to you after all," he smiles sweetly at her. Marinette was speechless with her hands balled in front of her body while her eye twitched. Beside her, Alya was containing her laughter with her shuddering arm. Her hold on Marinette tightens, as she tried to calm herself. "Sorry," a small laugh escaped her, "It was just me. But seeing their reactions was something else." Marinette giggled, for the first time since Tikki's absence. The trio exchanged amongst each other with a victorious smile for Marinette's returning lively personality and improving mood. As the silence settled and had reset the environment with a more comfortable atmosphere, Alya continued the conversation. "So you lost something extremely important to you, and whatever it is, is causing you to feel like this?" Marinette nodded, her eyes glued to the floor. "Well, if you can provide us a description of what it looks like, then we can definitely find it! Right, guys?" Alya turns to her boyfriend and the model. They nodded with an encouraging smile. Marinette stared at the floor intensely. In her head, she weighed the pros and cons of involving her friends with retrieving the miraculous lady bug. They could probably do it, and accomplish it together. Alya and Nino, after revealing their identities, proved to be successful. They trained together, were free to talk about their akuma battles to everyday conversations, and the best part was there was no more secret between Nino and Alya-and she wanted that. Only Alya revealed her identity to her, and she felt guilty ever since. She wanted to tell Alya everything for a very long time. She wanted to tell her about her sleepless nights spent with battling akuma after akuma. She wanted to laugh together with Alya regarding Chat Noir's cheesy puns. But… She also thought about the one incident when Alya had failed to resist being akumatized during the battle with Hawkmoth and his akumas on Hero's Day. Nino was significantly affected, and also became akumatized because he had failed to save Alya. She thought about Chloe, and the risk if her identity had spread to the world. Her parents became constant targets for becoming akumas, and that had significantly put Chloe at a disadvantage and eventually led her to become akumatized to Queen Wasp. If she were to reveal her secret identity and she was caught in a pinch amongst her friends… No… Marinette closed her eyes and shook her head. "Marinette?" Alya asked, puzzled by Marinette's action. No, they can't get involved in this. I can't endanger them for my mistake. "Marinette?" "Alya," Marinette looked at her best friend then the guys as she called their names, "Nino, Adrien, thank you… but it's not that simple." "What do you mean?" Nino asked. "I mean, it's really, really small" she gestured with her thumb and index finger, "it's almost impossible to find." "But it means a lot to you," Adrien interjected. "To lose something special," he thought of his mother, "I know that feeling. So that's why I'm willing to help you look for it since it's something very dear to you." "Adrien's right," the auburn teenager concurred, "You wouldn't be like this if it wasn't important to you. Plus there's the three of us! We can totally find it if we work together and-" "Alya," the dark-haired teenager grabbed her friend's caramel hand in both of hers and locked her eyes on her. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. She turned to the model and his best friend, "Guys, I really appreciate that you came all this way to talk to me and also come up with these solutions. I'm not saying that we won't be able to find it if we work together, it's just something very personal to me, and I'm the only one who has to find it." "I see," Alya sighed in defeat, "Are you sure there's nothing we can do to help?" Marinette responded by squeezing her hands then turns to face Alya, Adrien, and Nino. "The fact that you guys came here is enough to help me figure out the solution to my problem. Thank you, guys. I really appreciate you." Alya responded by pulling her best friend in a hug. Nino jumped in, and Alya dragged Adrien to join the hug-fest. "We love you too, Marinette!" the auburn-haired woman hollered. "You're awesome, Marinette!" Nino chimed. "We care about you very much!" Adrien added, then turning to the kitchen counter where he had almost forgotten the neglected bouquet, he hid it behind his back while Alya and Marinette were distracted with one another. Alya grinned suggestively to a stupefied Marinette who was now wearing a blank expression, her eyes stared off to space and her lips slightly parted. With a giggle, Alya concluded before pulling away, "And we'll be here for you whenever you need us." "Totally!" "Definitely!" "Aw, thank you guys," Marinette replied. Then checking his phone, Nino tapped Adrien on the shoulder and showed him the time. Taking note of the action, Alya hugged her friend one final time. "Promise you'll call us if you need help?" "Yeah, I promise," Marinette replied after pulling away to face her best friend. The auburn-haired teenager stepped aside to let the blond model speak with Marinette. Marinette had been reacting less shy around Adrien ever since Hero's day, but the thought of her kissing his cheeks, set her cheeks aflame. With a hand to the nape of his neck, Adrien apologized to her, "I'm sorry about leaving so soon. It's just…" Watching his eyes drop to the floor in shame, Marinette suddenly felt the need to reach out to him and comfort him. Her hand reached for his shoulder, "Hey…" Adrien's green eyes locked with her bright sky blue irises. Her pale face wore a gentle look, but her eyes expressed confidence. Something about it triggered nostalgia and recognition. "Don't worry about it. You came all this way for me, despite your hectic schedule. Thank you, Adrien," Marinette expressed with utmost gratitude. Adrien stepped forward to embrace Marinette in a hug. After pulling away, he presented the bouquet to her, and finally leaned in to kiss one cheek followed by the other. Marinette, on the other hand, became fully rigid by his bold actions. Her mind became white and completely dysfunctional while she held his bouquet in a death grip. With wide eyes and a huge, strained smile, she caught her best friend holding her phone to film the exchange. Nino was pumping his hand in the air encouragingly, followed by bumping fists with his girlfriend. Just as her blond crush pulled away to see her face, Marinette's expression changed to a sheepish, small smile. Her eyes flickered to meet his eyes then back to Alya and Nino and back. When he spoke, she found herself swimming in his glowing emerald eyes, "Of course, Marinette, you're one of my important friends after all. Take care of yourself." When Adrien had stepped aside, Nino went up to give Marinette a quick hug. After he had pulled away, he put one arm on her shoulder and said, "Hang in there, Marinette. Hope to see you soon in class." "Thanks, Nino." "Get better, girl!" Alya called back while swinging the door open. "I will. Thank you guys," Marinette said appreciatively. With a small wave from everyone, they departed. Marinette had closed the door, once again, alone to her thoughts. ~~~~~~~ That evening, Marinette sat on the foldable beach chair on her balcony with the bouquet Adrien had given her sitting in a vase on the wooden round table. She had been staring aimlessly at an infinite dark canvas that stretched beyond miles. Not one blotch, shimmer, or pulsing star was present in tonight's self-reflection and stargazing. But she knew they were there. Beyond the clouds, far away from Paris's intoxicating light pollutions, millions of stars burned, fighting through the years to keep their light aflame completely isolated by millions of light-years away from their neighboring star. Despite the distance, the stars could be seen through the lights they emitted. But the navy-haired teenager wouldn't have known that if not for Miss Mendeleiev. Marinette wondered to herself if she could compare to the stars' tenacity to keep their flames alit for so long and without the support of anyone. Parisians made it well known that Ladybug is their beacon of hope and light, but not Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette sighed frustratingly. "Why the long sigh?" A baritone voice startled Marinette to sit up suddenly and turned her direction towards the front where a familiar dark mask hero with glowing green eyes crouched her guardrail with perfect balance. "Chat Noir?" Marinette struggled to her feet. Chat Noir landed on Marinette's balcony and dashed to help his struggling friend. "Thanks." "Don't worry about it," he replied politely. He followed Marinette's lead and escorted the frail girl to the guardrail to look over the city together. "You should be resting tonight, ya know?" Marinette turned to him, surprised, "Uh-I overheard from Adrien and his friends that you weren't feeling well lately. I thought I would stop by and check on you." "I never thought of you as an eavesdropper, Chat Noir," the navy-haired woman teased smugly as she crossed her arms. "Of course not! It was purely coincidental. I overheard during my patrol," he mimicked her action with an equally playful expression. Then he turned to the view in front of them, planted his arms on the rails and sighed. "Something the matter, Chat Noir?" Marinette asked while her crossed arms melted with her concern. His ears were noticeably deflated while his eyes peered into the distance. "I've been looking for Ladybug for a couple of days now, and… well… I just wanted to celebrate with her-maybe-about how quiet Paris has been for a couple days now, and I thought that maybe she's successfully defeated Lucky Chance while I was knocked out. But if she did win, then why didn't she tell me?" He turned to see her cerulean eyes gleaming with kindness and intensity. Her attentive expression felt as if she were sucking him in, and he glanced down because her expression was causing him to become more tongue-tied than he already was. Ha, tongue-tied! he amused himself with his pun-tastic joke internally. But more than anything he wished he would hear her voice teasingly ask Cat got your tongue, kitty? as he struggled to find the right words. He looked down, closed his eyes for a couple seconds before resuming his conversation to Marinette. He was here to check on her, and yet all he had been thinking about is his Ladybug. "Sorry… I'm just ranting about Ladybug again." "No, it's totally fine!" Marinette touched his arm comfortingly, "I want to know about how you feel and help you get your problems out of your system. Plus, it's helping me put some air between me and my problems." Chat Noir looked at his dear friend with a soft expression. Marinette had always been such a good person, always selfless, and knew exactly what to say at the right moments. She had this magical sixth sense that just had good timing, especially when she was caught up in an akuma attack. She had gone through so many difficulties in the last couple days, and yet she's listening to him complain. Marinette is… she's… amazing. "Thank you, Marinette." He looked at her kind blue eyes, "You know, we've met, probably, for the fifth or sixth time and I feel like I can open myself to you." Chat Noir turned around so that he can plant his elbows on the top of the rails and lean back against it, "You're really, special, Marinette." His navy-haired companion stared at him, lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but closed abruptly. She was surprised by seeing this sensitive side of Chat Noir. She parted her lips again and voiced out a sentence, "Yeah! I mean, of course! We're friends, after all, Chat Noir. It's also really nice to have people listen to your problems, you know." She thought about her friends who visited her during lunch break and had practically ditched class for her. "I'm really lucky for having friends who care about me and even went out of their way just to check up on me. Alya… Nino… Adrien…" she mimicked Chat Noir's action against the rail and turned her attention towards the round table where the bouquet sat in a vase. Chat followed her gaze and smiled in complete awe of Marinette's cherishing gesture towards their friends and himself. "I just want to show that I treasure my friends the same way too." Before considering his actions, Chat stood upright, startling Marinette to mimic him. Then turning towards her, Chat pulled Marinette into a tight hug. He closed his eyes and combed his claws through her hair. Marinette was taken aback by his action, but she had also melted into his warmth and hugged him back. He needed this moment to happen. Perhaps, they both did. Marinette was here to listen to him despite that she was going through her own troubles-and he just can't bring himself to get over it-and she still chose him, someone who was selfish and only worried about Ladybug, but she became the someone that he needed right now. Adrien rarely had this opportunity, and yet it was Marinette who had been there for him when he asked advice for his date with Kagami, and who also helped him escape from his crazy fans when he wanted to watch his mother's movie in peace. Marinette had always been there for him as Adrien, and she's also here as Chat Noir. Then it dawned on him how Marinette was so special to him. She was special in a different way than Chloe, who was his first friend when he was younger. Marinette was his first friend in school, and she was so different. Adrien Agreste was a fool for not noticing it sooner. She was everything that he sought for in a person, and it took this moment for him to realize it. God, I am such an idiot. Marinette was also thankful that she got to see Chat Noir tonight. His visit had lifted a tremendous burden from her shoulders that Chat was safe, but had replaced it with another burden for not seeing him as Ladybug. She knew how concerned he was of her, and if only… she closed her eyes, her brows knitted and formed creases on her forehead. If only she could tell him she was here, and that she was comforting him in her true identity. She had bit her lips, resisting the temptation to confess her secret identity while her mind played the memory of Alya becoming akumatized, and Nino falling victim to Hawkmoth's akuma because of her. I musn't… She had to put Chat's safety above her wanting to comfort him and relieving herself of this burden. The navy-haired teenager was frustrated to the point, tears began to form. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to suppress them. She recalled her last fight as Ladybug, and had instructed Chat to become a decoy. Lucky Chance was one step ahead, and had him in her grasp. She had knocked him out with merciless force, completely disregarding Chat's humanity. She wasn't the same as the other akumas who they have faced. This was an akumatized person who was capable of killing someone. And that scared her and brought her execution to a complete halt. She had almost killed Chat because she had underestimated Lucky Chance's background and abilities. She should've listened to Chat and observed from a distance before making decisions. He trusted her decision, and she had failed. Chat… Her arms had tightened around him. The warmth radiating from Chat's body had spread within her as if he was silently comforting her for her mistake. She messed up horribly, and she wanted to apologize to him at this moment. Instead, she swallowed her words as Marinette's body surrendered to her overwhelming emotions and had begun to shudder uncontrollably. Losing Tikki had taken a huge toll on her, and if she had lost Chat too… The thought of losing him triggered her voice to escape her lips. She tried her best to contain her weeping voice by clamping her hand over hour mouth. She didn't want to think about it. She wouldn't have known what to do with herself anymore. Chat could only cradle Marinette in his arms and let her weep. His heart ached, and his stomach felt wretched watching Marinette in such a desperate state. He hadn't realized how much pain Marinette had been hiding since visiting her that afternoon. He didn't know what else to do except to comb his fingers through her hair and rub her back.

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JOUST: CHROM v. CYNTHIA

ANNA: “Welcome back to the joust! The second match of the semifinals will pit Prince Chrom and Ragnell against Cynthia and Daisy of the Justice Cabal... Our next two competitors are still relative newcomers to the sport, but already they’ve triumphed over those with experience under their belts! How will they do against each other? Who will move onto the finals and face Prince Dimitri? Without further ado, let’s find out! ... Oh, right. I’m commentating with Her Grace again. Give me ooooone minute...”

EMM: “I don’t know how I’m supposed to root against anyone. They’re both so dear to my heart... Go Chrom! Go Cynthia! You’re both winners in my eyes!”

ROUND 1

Chrom: NAT 20

Catch of the Day SNAIL Disadvantage: 12

Cynthia: 7

As they set off on the first sprint, Chrom gains a sudden burst of speed. But his horse gets fussy and slows a bit, grunting as he tries to spur it forward. He still gets the hit, his lance knocking into Cynthia’s, but it is not nearly the powerful strike he had been hoping for.

Cynthia Defense: 15

Cynthia stays in the saddle with ease, flashing a proud grin to Chrom as they reset for the next run.

Chrom: 1 Cynthia: 0

EMM: “Oh, whew, I don’t want to see either of them falling.”

ANNA: “It looks like Prince Chrom is having some trouble with his horse... I hope he doesn’t get dragged out of the arena again.”

ROUND 2

Chrom: 3

Cynthia: 2

FAVOR BONUS: 4

Chrom is still struggling to get his horse to behave, but Cynthia is the more experienced rider. She clicks her tongue and gets Daisy to charge forward, striking Chrom’s shield with a loud clack.

Chrom Defense: 10

Chrom falters and nearly falls backwards out of his saddle, but he holds on, trying to re-center his gravity to stay in the seat.

Chrom: 1 Cynthia: 1

EMM: “Go Cynthia, woo! Go Chrom! Anna, can we let them both win?”

ANNA: “Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s possible for three people to joust at once, Your Grace. It definitely wouldn’t be fair on Prince Dimitri, anyways.”

ROUND 3

Chrom: 3

Catch of the Day LION’S PAW Bonus: 13

Cynthia: 10

Chrom finally gets a good grip on his reigns and tugs on them to get his horse’s fussy fidgeting in line. He charges forward and strikes Cynthia’s shield with a strong strike to the middle.

Cynthia Defense: 17

Cynthia weathers the blow and, once again, remains firmly in her saddle. She is grinning, feeling the rush of adrenaline from the challenging match.

Chrom: 2 Cynthia: 1

EMM: “They’re just going back and forth on points, this might come down to the the very end.”

ROUND 4

Chrom: NAT 1

FAVOR BONUS: 5

Cynthia: 11

As they both charge forward again, Chrom’s horse picks up too much speed. He is jolted too fast forward and nearly falls right off his horse before the strike, but manages to get himself seated just in time.

Chrom Defense: 17

Chrom grinds his teeth and powers through Cynthia’s hard hit again. Now he knows why she was making heroic exclamations the other day. Her lance of justice strikes true, indeed!

Chrom: 2 Cynthia: 2

EMM: “This is so exciting! We’re down to the very last match! I can’t tell who might win, they’re both so determined!”

ANNA: “It all comes down to this last round! Go for broke! ... What? What did I say?”

ROUND 5

Chrom: 18

Cynthia: 10

It is the final round and Chrom and Cynthia both charge at each other. With their lances lowered, they’re both aiming well, but Chrom is faster and his lance strikes first, slamming hard into Cynthia’s shield.

Cynthia Defense: 19

Cynthia winces at the last strike, feeling a bit rattled and almost shaken from her saddle, but she holds her own and Daisy lets out a satisfied puff of air as the crowd applauds in the wake of such a competitive match.

Chrom: 3 Cynthia: 2

EMM: “Well done to you both! I really am so proud of Chrom and Cynthia, this is one of the most nail-biting jousts we’ve had. Well done to you both, you’re very distinguished jousters.”

ANNA: “Prince Chrom had some experience beforehand, but the tourney was Cynthia’s first time jousting, wasn’t it? To have stayed atop her horse until the very end... That’s some serious skill, right there! Good job and great show!”

CHROM WINS!

#halidomhappenings ;; summer tourney #halidomhappenings ;; tourney of shells #summer tourney ;; joust #tourney of shells ;; joust #summer tourney ;; round 2

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middleagedangst · 6 years ago

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Marching to the Beat of a Handmaid’s Drum

A pro-choice manifesto... by a dude

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Freedom of choice. It’s as American as apple pie, baseball, and watered-down beer. As Americans, we get to choose what we buy, where we eat, who we love, whether or not we like someone based on their opinion of The Office… You get where I’m going. Exercising your choice is a great display of your patriotism and love for this nation.

Sometimes our freedom of choice gets ripped away from us. It can happen when the grocery store you frequent decides to stop carrying your favorite brand of powdered mashed potatoes (I’ll never forgive you, Kroger!). But sometimes, it gets ripped away by the very people who took an oath to serve you and protect all of your freedoms, even the ones that live in a gray area.

Avoiding human interaction and wasting time on my phone has never been more obnoxious. Between all the President’s shit-tweeting, to our planet being on fire, to all of the other depressing shit going on, just even trying to read the news sends my pulse into a near-fatal death spiral. It’s hard to find a good pick me up and dog videos and other real-life blooper reels can only get you so far.

But speaking of death spirals…

Let’s discuss the latest thing to fall into one, the freedom to make a different kind of choice, a woman’s right to body autonomy and abortion.

(Okay liberals, before you get all bent out of shape, I know I’m just another privileged cisgendered white man who deserves to be burnt at the stake and for that reason, you may ignore everything I write and instead sit and yell at your screen so others know you have a black belt in woke-jitsu. Trust me, same team. Kumbaya and shit.)

This whole abortion debate has me pretty fucking confused. First, wasn’t this shit settled back in ‘73? And second, I thought this was America, where we have freedoms so great terrorists hate us and the government was supposed to keep their noses out of our business? Whatever happened to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?” The American dream? What the fuck America? Is Lady Liberty too strung out on God, guns, and OxyContin to remember the hood she came from?

Making laws that hinder a woman’s individual liberty is some shit that isn’t exclusive to state governments. The Taliban, Al-Qaeda, Boko Haram, fucking ISIS, all have laws intended to keep women subservient and powerless over their own life. At least they’re honest about their theocratic motivations. What say you, Georgia, Ohio, Alabama, Tennessee, Utah, Missouri, Mississippi, Arkansas? The dumpster fire of Ohio is even trying to take it one step further with a bill that, in a way, caters to the religious right’s push for abstinence by equating any contraceptive that prevents fertilization to abortion. Fortunately for me, the bill makes no mention of a situation sock.

I have to ask, do the politicians that are supporting these laws actually think that they’re going to really stop anything? The people that think its wrong or don’t want one are already not getting abortions. Sure, it might put a dent in overall numbers and make law-abiding citizens think twice before getting the procedure, but no law will ever stop it completely. History has shown time and time again that trying to legislate morality is futile. Prohibition, the drug war, bestiality- all failed attempts at controlling the morality of the sovereign by the political class. Abortion is no different. Women got them before Roe v. Wade, and I’ll bet that they’ll get them after these laws take effect. It might help some of these pro-lifers sleep at night knowing that they have done something to protect the life of an innocent child, but is restricting human rights worth saving the potential life of an unborn fetus?

First off, that child you’re hell-bent on protecting might just end up to be a real asshole. We all know a few. It might become a drain on society, or be a mass murderer, a drug addict, war criminal, or even worse, a Democrat. Will it be worth all your zealotry then? Will it be worth saving that life that then becomes all the other things you despise? What if the child needs your help getting by, or being fed, or getting a good public education? Are you going to be pro-life then? Or are you going to complain they aren’t a desirable example of a human being and a bad American? It seems easy to want to protect that life while still in the womb, but it’s apparently much harder to want to help that same life flourish.

That’s my main problem with pro-lifers. They say they’re all about life being born and we should do everything we can to protect the ones that can’t speak for themselves, yet when it comes to actually helping a life outside of the womb, then all attempts are deemed socialist and unamerican. Universal healthcare. Fuck that. Raising the minimum wage to a living wage, communist. Programs that would help the less fortunate and end a cycle of poverty, nope. What about the life that already exists? Shouldn’t it be important to help protect the mother from having to potentially raising a child alone or when they’re already struggling to make it? Dare I even mention that in cases of rape, the woman would always have a constant reminder of that incident, or that the rapist still has parental rights?

I’ll take a pro-lifer seriously when they openly condemn war, capital punishment, factory farming, eating meat, pollution, racism, sexism, police violence, poverty, hunger. Until then, I don’t think you can truly label yourself pro-life. All you can label yourself is pro-childbirth. Or pro-government control. Statistically speaking, most women who get abortions are already poor or misfortunate. Many of these children forced into this world will be brought up poor (Poverty affects health. Look it up.), or raised in an abusive home, have parents that neglect them or are addicted to drugs. How is that a good thing? What is so great about having to live that way?

It’s nice to want everyone to have the same values as you when you live in a nice suburb with decent schools and a healthy tax base, but when every day is a struggle and surviving isn’t that easy, your decision making and sense of what’s right changes. It shouldn’t be anybody else’s prerogative to dictate how others live their lives.

We should be moving society in a direction where abortions aren't really desired. There are ways we can do that but many of the same people that want to ban abortion don’t want to pony up some more money on their tax bill to do so but are willing to make sure they pay for extra law enforcement and jail for those that violate their will. Instead, it seems we’re totally fine with moving back to a time where women had less control over their own lives. Barefoot and pregnant seems to be the baseline for how these politicians view women.

So maybe instead of being assholes and restricting a woman’s freedom, find other ways to minimize the number of abortions in this country. How about allowing for easier access to birth control, especially in poorer neighborhoods? How about funding comprehensive sex education? Genital mutilation-free male birth control. That one’s easy, mix it straight into Viagra. Boom. Done. You’re welcome science. Invest in better public schools and higher education, more homeless shelters, addiction treatment facilities, psychiatric hospitals, and jobs programs. Expand taxpayer-funded healthcare for all. Give handjobs a better PR team. Literally, anything is better than resorting to stripping rights away. Show a little humanity.

Even though you might not agree with the practice, there are benefits to turning the other cheek. Studies have shown that access to abortion helps lower poverty and crime. Fewer people will be brought into the world at a disadvantage which means society as a whole gets better. Fewer children in foster care (which is expensive, by the way). Less money needed for social programs. Less crime, so fewer spent on prisons. This is a bottom-up problem and it is deserving of bottom-up solutions. Instead of acting like the morality police, take some time, know why these things happen, understand and act with some compassion.

I know that as a man, I don’t really have a say in what women do with their own bodies. It’s none of my fucking business, and it’s none of yours too. I'm not making an argument as to what constitutes a human life and whether or not it should be considered murder. That’s a whole other discussion. I’m making the case that as a sovereign adult citizen of the self-proclaimed “free-est country on the planet” a woman should have the actual freedom to make a decision that will serve their own best interest and do it safely.

Showing resistance to this display of power and control is needed, perhaps now more than ever. If you agree with a woman’s right to choose, if you believe in self-governance and freedom, then take to the streets, be obnoxious, vote the fuckers responsible out of office, make your voices heard in the most annoying ways possible. Act like the gun nuts. Because you never know what the dicks in Washington will try to take away next.

Having an informed and motivated populace is what the government fears. You have power. You have a voice. Use them.

#abortion #pro choice #womens rights #philosophy

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hm852750 · 2 years ago

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Is CVT Transmission More Reliable Than Automatic Transmission?

Nowadays, there are three types of car transmission, manual transmission, automatic transmission, and CVT transmissions. The CVT (Continuously Variable Transmission) is the latest version of transmission also known as shiftless transmission, an advanced form of automatic transmission. This article compares the CVT with automatic transmission to analyze the most reliable option to proceed with.

CVT Transmission

CVT (Continuously Variable Transmission) is a modified version of the automatic transmission that has two pulleys instead of gears. While one pulley is attached to the engine, the other one is connected to the wheels. Both the pulleys are connected by a flexible belt to hold them together.

The width of the pulleys is variable to the power requirement of the vehicle. If one pulley becomes bigger in order to provide energy to the vehicle the other pulley becomes smaller. As these pulleys are not fixed at their place, the gear ratio of CVT becomes infinite. This technique makes CVT different from manual and automatic transmission which has a fixed number of gears.

What are the Advantages of CVT Transmission?

Good Option for Small Engine: Technically, a four-cylinder engine could not compare the power of a larger engine because of the size. A CVT has a compact design that aids in enhancing the power of the engine even in smaller engines. That is why now economical cars with four-cylinder are packed with CVTs to accelerate the power cost-effectively.

Receptive Acceleration: In Automatic transmission, before making any change in speed the system requires to locate the gear first. Whereas there is no such pain in the CVT transmission. Since CVT works gearless, it makes the drivers’ experience smoother and seamless.

Great Fuel Economy: In comparison to the traditional automatic transmission, the CVT is much lighter and delivers considerable power to the wheels. The lightweight formula of CVT contributes to saving a substantial amount of fuel in comparison to any other transmission. This is the reason that lots of hybrid models are laced with CVT transmission.

What are the Disadvantages of CVT Transmission?

The limitation with Engine: A CVT Transmission can’t go with every engine because of its belts and pulley features. No matter if it uses a steel-reinforced V-belt or heavy-duty pulleys, they all can handle low torque applications. CVT can only be installed on smaller engines that don’t create a lot of torque.

CVT isn’t Cost-Effective: When CVT faces any defect or any problematic issue arises, you may end up with a heavy expense on its repair. Instead, replacing the entire case will be cheaper than getting it repaired. Additionally, the cost of maintenance of a CVT is higher than the automatic transmission.

Difficult to Operate CVT’s Mechanism: As the concept of CVT is new in the market, auto repair mechanics are still trying to adapt to the new technology of its functioning. Currently, there is a smaller number of mechanics who have understood the operation of this model, which leaves you with fewer options to find a reliable auto repair shop for its servicing or repairing.

Automatic Transmission

The Automatic transmission comprises gear sheets, a torque converter, and a hydraulic system all working together. The hydraulic system manages the clutch and band that controls the gear sheets.

What are the Advantages of Automatic Transmission?

Engine Friendly: The automatic transmission can be used with any type of engine, be it a four-cylinder smaller engine or a high-power V8 engine. The market is flooded with different types of automatic transmission designed to fit in six-speed economical cars or a ten-speed automatic transmission for heavy-duty trucks. There is always an automatic transmission for every engine.

Low-Maintenance: The automatic transmission is designed to take you fewer trips to the service center in comparison to the CVT. Furthermore, the auto repair mechanics are well versed in the functionality of the automatic transmission which gives you a wider option to choose your reliable service center. The repair of automatic transmission won’t even cost you an arm or a leg.

Better Sense of Control: With the automatic transmission, drivers have a much-connected feeling with the car’s speed and the engine. It is easy to realize the upshifting and downshifting of the vehicle. These functions give a better sense of control to the driver during their ride.

What are the Disadvantages of Automatic Transmission?

Inefficient Fuel Economy: As the automatic transmission is gear-dependent, it requires more fuel to accelerate the speed. Fuel efficiency is the area where CVT outshines automatic transmission. The functioning of an automatic transmission requires more usage of fuel in comparison to the CVT.

Less Eco-Friendly: As the Automatic transmission may not always run on an ideal RPM, it produces more emissions than the CVT. If you want to choose an eco-friendly option without going for an electric car, CVT intact vehicle could be your solution. Though an automatic transmission offers an engaging driving experience it fails to take care of the environment.

Hunt for Gears: As much as the driving feel of an automatic transmission is appreciated, there are times when some of its functions could be frustrating. While climbing a hill, as the power intake increases the automatic transmission could take a few moments to locate its place. This makes the driver feel that the transmission is hunting for gears.

Conclusion

There are no such parameters that could announce the superiority of CVT transmission over the automatic one or vice-versa. It’s completely the discretion and demand of the motorist to find the perfect fit that serves the purpose of owning their car, SUV, Van, or truck.

If you need fuel efficient, eco-friendly, lightweight economical car then sure CVT transmission should be your preference. But, if your needs include low maintenance, all types of engine suitable car that gives you better connectivity with your driving, go for Automatic transmission.

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eccentricallygothic · 2 years ago

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|| Taming Her ||

Description: Where does a disgraced Princess end up in order for the royal family to save whatever dignity they have left? In a 'respectful' marriage with the greatest Grand General the royal army's ever known, of course.

Pairing: Dark Husband!Ben Hardy | Brat Wife!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Ben Hardy. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con (just to be safe), patriarchy, Dom!Ben, Sub!Reader, arranged!marriage dark!Ben, manhandling, historical!au, power imbalance, humiliation, degradation, age gap (Ben is early 30's and reader is early 20's), spanking, brat taming, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, groping, use of chastity belt, blow job, face fucking, fingering, deflowering, p in v, slight objectification, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, gagging, creampie.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

"Small…" Were the first words to leave Princess Y/n's mouth as she was helped off her carriage, acting as if she wasn't the one at disadvantage here, pushing the veil supposed to be covering her face away that usually the husbands removed once as she examined her new home that was the Grand General's estate in disgust. "Pathetic." Unaware of what was to come once inside, she continued to arrogantly grumble in a condescending manner, her disdain obvious.

"Well," Ben, her husband, guardian and protector from this day forth, just smiled and snorted under his breath. This wasn't anything the man wasn't already used to. He had seen her grow up from a naughty child to a misbehaving adult. Working for her father directly as his most trusted General half his life now, he knew her through and through. "Now that you're here, you'll surely transform it all, won't you, dear?" Even though the fabric supposed to cover her face was pushed to that side on which Ben stood, he could very easily imagine her rolling her eyes at his words.

"You can only wish, peasant." The elbow he held out for her to take was left ignored as she gripped her wedding dress in bunches between her fists, stomping her way to the entrance before walking inside and starting to examine and toss things aside with the tips of her fingers, dusting them on her dress every once in a while to express her disgust in silence. As if they were dirty.

The male entered behind her and closed the doors to the estate for the day, lowering her luggage that he was holding next to the pile that the royal servants had made next to the door before joining the little brat that was his wife now, his eyes travelling down to her ass that the dress did nothing for.

Ben bit his lip as he took his time with just admiring the sight of Y/n walking through his- their house. Truth was, he had always adored her cute face and disobedient ways. If cute little girls such as herself didn't deserve to be spoiled then he didn't know who else did. Because then husbands such as himself could tame them and mould them into being whatever they desired. He couldn't sugar coat it if he tried, nothing compared to taming pathetic brats into becoming compliant little trophy wives. Reducing them down to nothing before building them back up however her man desired.

The Grand General wasn't a man of an overinflated ego or false pride. He embraced his truths and wore his identity proudly. Instead of trying to be what he was not, he rather revelled in all he could be, good and bad, with what he already was.

And in this case, he would be Y/n's dirty military man, as she liked to call him using her former standing in the kingdom. Holding her neat and supple body next to his hard and scarred one, feeling the tenderness her spotless skin would surely provide, drinking the sweet elixir of her body and adjusting it all based on his own preferences and tastes. Bending her however and wherever he desired, condition her to his commands, teach her discipline, give her appropriate training and of course, punish her whenever she'd stumble from the path he'd carve for her.

The reminder that even though he had taken mercy on her and her family's reputation and taken her hand in marriage when she'd been the one accused of committing adultery and running away, -which only God knew led her to whatever disgraceful circumstances before they brought her back home- she acted like she had done him a favour by accepting him.

It filled Ben's body with an icy excitement of the sick sort.

There would be nothing more beautiful than her broken form trembling underneath him, completely at his mercy, as he would be the sole decider of her fate; her ultimate destiny. Her God. The only law she will ever know from this day forward. Worshipping him for everything and anything, loving him and respecting him on her knees in absence of any sort of covers between them. Shying away from his hold when swell and heavy with his child, waddling as she'd surely whine about how uncomfortable it was yet thanking him and accepting it with gratefulness when he'd be plant another seed inside her soon after.

"Look at yourself pretending as if I couldn't have easily let your family give you off to some elderly nobleman as his personal little harlot instead of giving you my name, dear…" Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her husband's voice right in her ear from behind as she was standing next to the fireplace, Ben's rough fingertips finding her forearms although in a gentle manner as he caressed the soft skin, sighing in contentment at the unfamiliar feeling.

Y/n grumbled as she recovered from the shock. He'd been so silent in approaching her that she hadn't heard or felt anything. "W- What are you doing?!" Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt her back touch his hard chest that his uniform did nothing to create an illusion of softness for. "Ugh- stop it commoner or you'll get your dirt and sweat on me!" A thread of ice trailed down the length of her spine upon the realization of just how strong he really was when she couldn't pry herself free from his hold. And so far he was only holding her by the arms with the use of his fingers.

"Or you could let me take care of you and colour you brown and dirty with me, doll" he said that only to spite her as he was uncharacteristically clean today, having done no field work since he had taken a leave for his special day. A chuckle escaped him when she grumbled and tried to break free harder this time, huffing and mumbling surely profanities. "What, you don't like that idea?" His lips had found her ear again, nose taking long whiffs of her scent as they traced the shell of her ear, causing goosebumps all over her skin.

"S- Stop it, you're so…" She tried again, this time no different than the last, feeling herself sink further and further in the heat of his body. "So…"

He'd noticed the stutter in her words. Perfect. She was getting right where he wanted her. "You do know that you have to respect me from now on or there are going to be consequences, right? Remember? In sickness and in health, loving and obeying me always?" One of his hands snaked from her arm to her waist, his rough palm feeling the tenderness underneath over the dress. Another heavy chuckle rumbled in his chest when she squeaked in disdain at his words.

"Who actually ever follows some silly v- vows!" Gulping quickly to maintain the stability in her voice when his other hand palmed her breast, Y/n continued as she struggled to twist free from his hold. "Promises and r- rules are meant to be broken- hmmn~" the sound she made was completely unintentional, a product of him circling her now hard nipple before pinching it. She was starting to feel violated.

"Not in this house, they're not." Even though his voice was soft, a firmness coated his words as his lips peppered kisses down her unmarked skin. "We have rules in this house, upon the violation of which are consequences." His hand that was previously placed on her abdomen now slipped under the layers of her gowns, fingers brushing against her chastity belt, the action tearing a gasp out of her.

"I- I… am a P- Princess! And I d- decree you release me right n- now, you vile savage!" Y/n did her best to ignore the goosebumps and curls that formed in the base of her stomach when he traced the skin around the chastity that wasn't covered, fighting hard for her dignity.

Ben only laughed in response to her words, flipping her around before pushing her against the wall beside the fireplace so fast the girl could barely comprehend it. "Oh, did you not hear, love?" His hands met underneath her dress upon her ass cheeks now, groping and spreading the cheeks not for her but for his pleasure alone. The man was determined to memorize and explore every patch of skin on his wife's body.

"H- Hear what?" Her eyes gleamed with the thin covering of tears over them. She wasn't sure anymore if they were only those of humiliation and shame. Y/n feared that they were also perhaps in longing and desire for something… else.

The reason why she was in a chastity belt in the first place was because a few years ago the girl had been caught by her head maid, bent over her bath with a hand between her legs as she desperately tried to explore the feeling and whatever else laid at the end of the shivers and tingles she'd feel whenever something would brush against her sex. But before she could ever unravel that mystery, the Queen had been summoned and after a thorough spanking she'd been put in a chastity that her head maid had carried until this day, handing it to her husband before he brought her home with him.

"You were stripped of your title, my dear." The smugness was dripping off his smirk as he brought his hands to the top side of the dress again, grabbing a hold of the fabric. "Now you're nothing more than the Grand General's wife. Tch, you're so silly. Nobody wants a disgrace for a child" a loud yelp escaped Y/n when he suddenly tore the dress in half from the middle, causing her arms to fly to her chest in defense. "No, no, no" clicking his tongue while shaking his head, Ben tore the rest of the dress off her body before forcefully pulling it off her. "Now you know better than to do that, darling."

"Please…" Y/n gulped as her husband raised an eyebrow at how she sounded. "No, I mean, I mean, please!" She pleaded, shaking her head in denial towards the fact that she'd moaned the word at first, supplying him a mantra of no when he chuckled knowingly.

"It's okay, love. I am your husband, after all. Who will take care of you if not me" he could tell she was conflicted now, torn between stubbornness and desire, the girl struggled to decide what she really wanted. "You just have to get on your knees and submit to my authority. And then it'll be everything you've ever wanted" his eyes travelled down to her covered core that he held the keys to. "And more."

Her flushed face redenned at his words. "Y- You know about that?" If she wasn't so bare and… vulnerable right now, the former Princess would have had a complete opposite reaction to everything she had been subjected to in the last ten minutes. But he was making her feel so small and warm, utterly powerless in his mercy and unguarded in his wrath would she invite it.

Not to mention the familiar sensation between her legs that he had awakened even in the presence of the damned belt somehow. That she had not been able to even after all the years of trying.

"Walls in the castle have ears, love." Ben stole another gasp from her when his fingers curled around her elbows that were covering her chest, pushing them up and above her head to grant himself a view of her perfect breasts, pointing towards him as if daring him to attend to them, nipples alarmed and hard for his touch.

"Just think about it, hm? Nobody cares for you anyways. They never did. You were nothing but the unplanned problem child that they always wanted to get rid of." He could not deny that he did feel somewhat unpleasant saying such words to the only girl he had ever had eyes for. But the greater good had always outweighed the other factors for him. It was the sole reason for his success as a respectable man of his society today. "But me, I can give you everything you have truly desired and longed for" a shaky sigh tumbled past her lips as one of her feet kicked against the ground in response to the feeling of his warm lips encasing one of her sensitive nubs between them.

"G- Grand General!" He could not help but smirk against her skin as his tongue ran around and caressed the treat that he was sucking on. This was the first time she had ever referred to him by his title and not some insult.

Everything was falling into place. That was the only way, after all. It was a plan perfectly executed. Formed and performed solely by him, there was no way it could not work.

Making her surrender was nothing compared to the careful plot he'd put forward and set into action in order to have her, a girl he could never have had otherwise unless in an undignified way. Rising the proper suspicions, inciting the calculated rumours, feeding into the whispers and accusations against the actually innocent Princess from a distance, he watched patiently in all his glory as victory approached him like its title depended on him, like he decided it's fate.

He had once warned her that her disrespectful and arrogant ways would be her demise. She had brushed it off and shot him a petty insult in response. And look where it had gotten her. Misunderstood for being what she was not simply because she didn't feign nobility that was really just a system of generational hypocrisy.

Ben loved that about her. And that was exactly why only he deserved her. He just had to have her. There could never be another way. Nobody could ever hope to understand this beautiful and ferocious flame of the best and the worst like he could.

She could only ever belong with someone like him. And him alone.

Yes. It was wretched but it was also divine. It was the greater good that easily dominated the minor factors involved in achieving his most prized possession.

Y/n was a writhing mess by the time he latched his tongue onto her other breast, sucking and gently biting the skin as he firmly held both her arms in one of his hands above her head. "Please~ please! Ben-"

Letting go with a plop, the male clicked his tongue and raised his head to level their gazes, shushing her with a hot kiss before punishing her with a stern bite to her bottom lip, pulling a loud whine out of the bride. "Now, who allowed you to call me that, my love?" When her lust clouded head tilted to the side in confusion, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "It is Sir or Master for when you submit to me or when I want to use you, and husband for other times." As she gulped down bile, he brought his face so close to hers that their noses touched. "Which brings us right back to the first question; do you submit to me as my faithful wife to use and please whenever I desire?" While forcefully snatching and ripping something apart was fun, there was nothing more satisfying than breaking someone into submitting to what was inevitable. In this case that being him.

"W- Will you take this hideous thing off and make me feel… feel…" She didn't exactly know how it felt. "... However it feels…" Hanging her head low sheepishly, she bit her lip as her cheeks burnt in humiliation. Y/n felt exposed and vulnerable, wet in both arousal and with his spit.

"Why yes of course, dear." Enveloping the girl's lips in his, Ben took his time savoring the soft cushions of flesh and skin before letting go with quick chaste pecks. "All you need to do is accept your place and leave the rest to me. I will make it worth my best girl's while."

"Only girl, you mean" she quietly whimpered back, uncharacteristically submissive and meek as she dared to look up at him, whimpering when he deeply chuckled.

"Of course, my love." Letting go of her arms, Ben stood back to his height, easily towering over her not only through the inches but also due to how built he was, strong shoulders wide and body exuding a strong dominant aura foreign to and in contrast to that of the girl.

Y/n sighed and bit her lip, taking in one last breath before succumbing to the dull ache between her legs, desperate and helpless against her physical curiosities. And to be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong. She had always felt out of place. It was the primary reason she struggled to find herself a peaceful sanctuary, always at an edge, never relating to those around her and having trouble with expressing who she really was, careful and cautious of her covers and walls, afraid of coming off vulnerable.

Maybe this is where she would find it all. Under her husband and on her knees. After all the years of feeling like an outcast, maybe here, she could finally belong. Let go of the protective cuccoon of defiance, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable and not being met with disappointment because she did.

Or, this could all just be her desire toying with her rationality.

There was only one way to find out.

What else did she have to lose, really?

"Okay." Y/n finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, blinking as she came back to the present moment, looking Ben right in the eyes as he intently awaited the inevitable with crossed arms, taking in the sight of the girl's exposed body while completely clothed himself. Leaning forward, she pressed a timid kiss to his lips before going to lower herself on her knees only to wince when one of the man's hands suddenly found a bunch of her hair before curling the strands in a fist. "Ouch! Wha-"

"Ask for permission first next time" his commanding voice was stern, but definitely not as harsh as it could go. "Tsk, you might just need more discipline than I anticipated" tears welled up in her eyes from how rough his grip was.

"I- I am sorry, sir… I- I did not know" her voice broke towards the end, one shaky hand placing over his as it silently begged for mercy, the former Princess' body not used to anything harsher than a spanking but that too in the event of going beyond the line. "Please, sorry" Y/n sniffed as she blinked away the moisture in her eyes.

"You better be." Loosening his grip, Ben closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. "One should know their place to avoid a life of existential conflict" he repeated the words she would often tell him, causing her to flush. "And as much as I adore you, my sweet pea, yours is below mine." Hooking a finger under her chin, he raised her lowered head to be able to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Do you understand? Say yes sir."

"Y- Yes, sir." Y/n obeyed, sinking to the floor on her knees the moment the military hummed in satisfaction and let go of her.

"Now, what do we say?"

The girl gulped, hoping to get it right as she gripped her knees. "I- I accept my place as your… o- obedient wife, sir."

Although it was not what he fully wanted, this was tremendous progress and Ben decided to keep it as such, knowing he had all their lives to correct and improve her response to his liking. "See?" One of his heavy hands patted the top of her head. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" The girl shook her head as she peeked up at his form through her lashes.

"N- No, sir."

The male hummed in response, grabbing another fistful of her hair but much softer this time, turning towards the living room sofa before starting to drag her behind him. "Don't stand up" he warned when she went to get back up on her feet. "Good wives crawl for their husbands like worthy pets." Making sure the pull on her hair wasn't too hard, Ben looked back at her to admire the sight of her walking on all fours behind him, head slightly tilted towards him due to how he was holding her hair.

Could any other man ever make her look this perfect?

No.

She was beautiful in her submission, awaiting whatever he had planned for her, patiently kneeling before him when he sat down on the sofa and beckoned her closer.

"Between my legs, dear. You're doing so good." Ben decided to praise her, smiling when she bit her lip and blushed before lowering her head. "Now I know you're needy and it must be difficult for you, but before I open that belt, I need to make sure you deserve me. Will you be a doll and prove that you are worthy, hm?" Her breath hitched in her throat when his fingers toyed with the strands of her hair.

"I- I will try my best, Master."

"Good girl" the bride found herself liking the praise that she'd despised all her life. Maybe, she figured, it was due to who was saying it that she finally liked it. "Now, I need you to fuck your face on my cock, can you do that?" There was something about sweetly luring her into his web that force or roughness would drastically lack.

"H- Huh?" That earned her another one of his deep chuckles as he leaned forward and held her face in both his hands, tenderly stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He couldn't afford to break his trophy on its very first day now, could he?

"Of course I'll instruct you, my sweet girl." Pressing a series of feather light kisses to her face, he continued. "Because I would have been really fucking disappointed, had you known what I meant."

"S- So I did good?" Y/n was thankful that he was not actually the beast she had always thought him to be.

Or, was he?

"We will see" he leaned back against the rest of the sofa before getting comfortable and increasing his manspread. "Come here and undo my pants" although a bit embarrassed by his demand, the girl convinced herself that it was okay and this was in the privacy of the estate and between two spouses, biting one of her lips and doing as she was told. "Just like that" his fingers disappeared between her locks as he gently scratched her scalp in an encouraging manner. "Now pull them open and show me some love, baby."

Y/n was uncertain as she fumbled with the rough clothing of his army attire, fingers shakily pulling the opening of the pants apart to reveal his clothed cock as she shot him a quick peek, the sight of his dark eyes watching her igniting a flame between her hips. He was watching her. Tilting her head to the side, the girl tried to decide how she was going to show her love to him.

"Go ahead, touch it." Ben encouraged, a bit breathless as he played with her hair. This sight alone could make him cum. "It doesn't do harm… unless I want it to" a grin made it's way on his features when she gasped under her breath and blushed at his vulgar words. "And if you show it a good time, I'll make sure it won't. How's that for a deal?" Avoiding the man's eyes, the girl nodded and touched his clothed member with one timid hand, almost pulling back when he released a sharp sigh along a praise.

Pushing all sense of dignity to the side, she finally came to a decision of how she was going to show it love and… a good time. Leaning forwards and feeling her breasts go into a hanging position, Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Ben's hard and restrained cock, unsure but hopeful.

"Fuck…" His responsive curse came quick. "Just like that. Keep going." Sighing in relief, the former Princess tried her best to touch and stroke it the best she could, kissing and tracing the shape with the tip of her nose as well as fingers. "Good, good girl. Take it out, don't be shy. It is only your husband's" ignoring the heat that the shame and embarrassment lit up inside her, the girl peeled the cover off his cock obediently, gasping when it sprang out before gulping at the sight of its girth as well as length.

"Pretty" the word betrayed her mouth before the could register it, gasping and covering her mouth as her widened eyes shot up to his face while hurriedly shaking her head. "N- No! I- I mean-"

"It's alright. I am glad you feel that way, darling." He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride. She was too good. "Because you are going to be seeing and taking a whole lot of it." Even though he wanted to savour this moment where the former brat worshipped and praised his cock, his testicles were growing impatient by the passing second. "Why don't you take it in your mouth and appreciate it's beauty then, hm?"

"T- Take it in my mouth, Master?!" The virgin was baffled at his words.

Ben raised an eyebrow as the grip he had on her scalp stiffened just a little. "Worthy wives take it wherever their husbands desire, little one." A wince tumbled past her lips at the burning sensation in her scalp and she succumbed to his authority without much fight, lowering her head and reaching for his cock. "Now, that's a perfect girl right there" caressing the hair at the back of her head, the male once again resumed his relaxed position.

Unable to contain herself, Y/n pressed a few more kisses to the length before reaching the tip, her inexperienced fingertips tracing the base and lips latching an open mouth kiss to the leaking opening on the top of the package, mouth scrunching just a little at the taste of his precum but not stopping there as her own knees were starting to shake both from being in an unfamiliar position for so long now and because the ache between her legs was now turning into a pulsating sensation.

"Fuck, you feel so good, doll." Ben's fingers curled against her hair unintentionally as Y/n finally let his cock violate the previously virgin entrance of the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue innocently moving to make way for his length but unknowingly providing him sweet stimulation. "Fuck, Y/n-" the man had to tilt his head back as he felt his back arch, hand impatiently pushing her face down a few inches only for his toes to curl when she gagged and choked in response to the tip coming in contact with the back of her throat, the flesh and moist walls tight and hot against his length, the coughing causing vibrations all the way down to his balls.

"Shit, you're so good for me, baby" allowing her to breathe once he realised that he had restricted her air flow by pressing her face all the way down to his balls, Ben mumbled praises to keep her motivated. "Keep going, you will earn yourself many rewards if you continue this course, sweetling." Simply the fact alone that today it wasn't just some whore he had to pay and pretend that it was Y/n -which he had been doing since the day he had first noticed her blossming breasts and sharpening figure as well as features which signalled maturity, ultimately igniting in him a desire unknown to him prior that instance- and it was indeed the actual girl in flesh sucking his cock obediently as her nostrils flared to inhale as much air as possible, Ben knew he was going to climax harder than ever.

Fumbling in his blazer pocket for the key of her chastity belt, the military pulled it out right before pushing her face down all the way to his balls and raising his hips off the cushion to fuck his approaching high down her slippery throat which he planned to open up and improve in the near future.

Y/n shakily held on to his knees for support as she loudly gagged, the air leaving her lungs as she felt her mouth getting stuffed full of his cock and balls with each thrust before he'd pull almost all the way out only to intrude the same way all over again before entering her throat one last time and fucking the cavity in short and rough thrusts, pulling her face up and down by her hair to aid his pleasure before releasing half his seed down her throat and the other half all over her pretty face while jerking it out of himself.

"Heavens, you look so beautiful, doll" Ben panted as he placed himself back down, letting go of his cock as he recovered from the best fuck of his life as of today. "Can any other man make you look so pretty?"

"N- No, sir" the girl struggled to respond as she gasped for air, the tight knots in her stomach a burning mess now as she felt something trickle down the urinal point of her belt.

"That is right. They can't. No one can except for I." Picking up the key now, he smirked. "And tell me this now, can you ever hope to be above me when you're kneeling in front of me like a personal fuck slave, face dripping of and mouth painted with my seed as you cannot even control your own pleasure, waiting for me to let you open and decide if you deserve anything at all, or not?" The smug smirk was back on his devilishly handsome face. "I still cannot understand why you ever thought yourself above anyone when you're so obviously nothing but a pathetic little girl meant to serve." Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as the girl realised her position, his taunts burning hot against her cheeks as she stared in her lap.

"T- Thank you for re- reminding me of my p- place, sir" Ben was a bit taken aback by her words, not expecting such a level of submission just yet. But perhaps she was more fragile than he had expected.

"But," not wanting to break her as she was still his dearest babe, the man cupped both her cheeks and tilted her head up to look into her pretty eyes. "This side and place of yours is limited only to me between the walls of this estate because I am your keeper and this is our house, yes? Anyone else hoping to disrespect my love will have to go through the perdition that is I" his words were determined and firm as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, causing a smile to form on the bride's face as she lunged forward against rational thought, snaking her arms around his iron hard shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck as a muffled sob left her worked up and sensitive body.

Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, Ben kissed the side of her head as he let her hold him, caressing the small of her back with one hand as the other silently undid the lock of her chastity belt, pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder as he lowered the metal casing and frowned at the dents it had caused on her skin, briefly tracing one of them before letting his fingers find her core.

Y/n's back arched in response as her body jolted up and tried to back away from his body but Ben only held her tighter against him with one hand, the other toying with her dripping petals and flesh. Her breaths became quickened and heavy as she dug her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders, whimpering and mewling against the skin of his neck.

"You're dripping just from sucking my cock" the man whispered against the shell of her ear as he chuckled and placed a smack against one of her ass cheeks. "A pleaser, are we? Tsk, naughty little girl."

The girl jumped from the spank, whimpering before letting out a tiny moan right underneath his ear. "O- Only for you, sir… T- Thank you, sir… F- Feels so… ah~" her toes curled in defense when one of his fingers intruded the privacy of her sex, feeling the ridiculously tight ring of muscles before moving up to it's total length as his thumb caressed her nub.

"See where being good gets you?" Ben praised as he proceeded to finger fuck her tight entrance, free hand feeling her breasts. "Isn't this so much better than all that foolishness you like to indulge in?" Another slap resounded against one of her cheeks and the girl yelped loudly in response, her sweaty arms sliding off his smooth uniform blazer and elbows landing against his laps just in time to refrain herself from landing face first on his manhood.

"Thank you, sir. You're right. Thank you so much, sir!" Y/n cried from the pleasure, not knowing why Ben kept spanking her as his fingers scissored her virgin walls open to be able to accommodate his cock without the entrance ripping into becoming a mess, but the harsh stings forming due to the slaps sent jolts of pleasure and shivers down her abdomen and straight to her core. "This is so good, Master! You're so good! Thank you! Thank you!" Her hot tears fell in the form of thick droplets right on the male's sensitive cock and he winced, grabbing a bunch of the bride's hair with the hand that wasn't stretching her supple velvet walls and pushing her back against the small coffee table that was placed adjacent to the sofa.

"Fuck" he couldn't help but curse at the sight of her stretched open pussy clinging to his wet fingers as her breasts laid on her chest like sweet peaches awaiting to be devoured, face red and covered in cum with a continuous supply of tears cascading down her tender cheeks, elbows and knees violently shaking as they did their best to lean against the surface behind her for support. "You look so fuckable, dear."

Y/n's whole body spasmed at his filthy words. "Please, please, please, sir!" She had a rough idea of what she was begging for, but yet not familiar or trained enough to be able to word it. "Please! I'll be so good for you! So, so good! Please!"

"Well, that is the only way for you, my precious" Ben husked, painfully hard again. Who wouldn't be? It was a breath taking sight. Perfectly obscene and beautifully vulgar. "Fuck. I need to enjoy you and it's impossible here" effortlessly lifting the bottom half of her body up and off the ground and directly onto his erection like her soft walls were nothing but a mere sleeve meant to accommodate his cock and it alone, his tip easily found her sensitive bundle of nerves due to the position and his length, of course.

"Isn't this an alluring fucking sight?" Ben grunted, voice deep and skin shiny with a sheen of sweat covering it, a droplet falling off the side of his eyebrow as he hurried to the master bedroom with his cock stuffed wife sobbing against him, her walls spasming against the girth of his cock as her trembling legs dangled at her sides. "Look at your pretty little cunt seeming as if it is about to tear" placing her back against the mattress, Ben impatiently gave her a thrust as he kicked his shoes off and climbed into the bed, crotch attached to hers.

Maybe he would sleep like that tonight. Buried deep inside the tender and warm cavity.

"H- Hurts but feels so good, s- sir" Y/n whispered out in a sob, looking down at her husband as he groped and pinched her breasts, greedily kissing and sucking at the skin before moving up to her neck, his hips never slowing down as he gave her deep and rough thrusts, one of his hands playing with the folds of her clit.

Ben busied himself with colouring her soft skin purple and blue with his mouth, the hand that wasn't playing with her folds trailing up the length of her arm when he felt her tighten against his cock, fingers finding hers as he intertwined them, giving her brutal thrusts as she cried out and threw her head back, back arching as her toes curled and vision went black, ears going numb as jolts of pleasure reverberated throughout her trembling body in response to his hard length abusing her special spot whilst stimulating her labia.

"T- Thank… sir… I… God…" Y/n cried through her euphoria, at a loss of both coherent words and thoughts, body going still as she stared up at the ceiling aimlessly, blinking away the multi coloured stars forming in her vision, numb pussy defensively milking the male's cock in response to the overstimulation as he was still fucking her almost lifeless body just as relentlessly to chase his own orgasm.

"Now you know how that feels" still holding her hand just as tightly, Ben propped himself up on one elbow to get a look at her fucked out expression, his cock twitching at the beautiful sight of the distant look on her red face. "And next time when it approaches, you are to ask my permission to succumb to it first, else unpleasant consequences will follow." With another rough series of curses, he emptied his load in her and painted the walls around them white.

"Isn't that pretty?" Pulling himself out sooner than he wanted to, Ben panted as he pumped himself to fully enjoy his high, treating himself with the sight of her no longer virgin entrance oozing of his cum for the sacrifice he'd made of not fucking his high up her womb as the girl panted under him, thoroughly spread as well as fucked.

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