#am I delighted not to need them for pain? god yes

[gale-force-storm]

Devoured

Rating: E

Pairing: Gale x female!Reader

Additional Tags: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, praise kink, cock warming, aftercare, second person POV

Word Count: 1.8k

Read it on AO3

You thought it would be a great anniversary gift, letting Gale tie you up and do whatever he pleased with you. What you didn't expect (foolishly, in hindsight) was for "whatever he pleased" to mean spending literal hours using that practiced tongue of his to take you apart.

Inspired by this post from the always delightful @naughtybg3confessions

“You're sure you're alright with this?”

“Yes, Gale,” you insist with a small laugh. “I am the one who suggested this, remember?”

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure.” He finishes tying the soft length of fabric around your wrists, securing them to the headboard above you. “How is that? Comfortable? Not too tight?”

You pull at the restraints, testing them. “Feels good,” you confirm. “Secure, but not too tight.”

“Good.” He smiles and leans down, kissing you gently.

“Well, your anniversary present is all tied up in a bow for you,” you say with a devious grin when he pulls away. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Do your worst.”

“Be careful what you wish for, my love. I just might grant it,” he teases. He kisses you again, but his mouth quickly strays away from yours, moving over your jaw, down your neck, to your chest. He teases at your nipples, mouth on one, fingers on the other, lingering briefly before continuing his path down.

“Gale,” you sigh, half pleased and half exasperated, “this is supposed to be about your pleasure.”

“Trust me my love,” he replies, smirking against your skin, “it will be.”

You huff out another breath, letting your head drop back. You’ll indulge him for now. Besides, you think at the first warm press of his mouth to your center, you would never truly complain about getting to have his mouth on you.

He pauses briefly to grab a spare pillow and position it under your hips, raising them higher for easier access. He pulls your legs up, resting your thighs over his shoulders, and kisses one of them before turning his attention back to your cunt, where your arousal is already obvious.

“Always so wet for me,” he sighs appreciatively. “So eager.”

“Always for you, my love.”

He beams up at you, all love and wonder and pride. “Truly, I could ask for no greater gift than you.”

He leans in, licking from your entrance up to your clit, humming his pleasure. He licks a few more times like this, broad strokes of his tongue, savoring you, and you settle back into the warm, familiar pleasure. You moan in encouragement as he slips his tongue into you, his nose pressing against your clit. Yes, you can certainly let him do this for a while. Since he’s insisting.

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You fear you’ve miscalculated. You really should have known better than to underestimate Gale. There are tears running down your face. Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning. You would try to squirm away from the inescapable, overwhelming pleasure of his tongue, his lips, his fingers, but you’re too tired at this point from doing so for the last... how long has it been? Two hours? Three? More? You’ve lost track, just like you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come against his relentless mouth. He gives another calculated thrust of his fingers, another hard suck to your clit, and you cry out, overstimulation bringing the pleasure near the edge of pain.

“Please, Gale, please, I can’t,” you pant. He looks up, but doesn’t pull his mouth more than an inch away from you.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Gods, but his warm breath against your soaked flesh makes you shiver. You can only bring yourself to whine.

“I need your words, love. Do you want me to stop?” he asks firmly.

You work to catch your breath and try to remember how to form words.

“No,” you finally manage to whimper. “Don’t stop.” You see the corners of Gale’s eyes crinkle with his smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before diving back in. You sob, overwhelmed, as he continues his sweet torture, lapping at your cunt like a man starved as though he hasn’t been devouring you for hours. Your hips twitch weakly as you feel the pressure impossibly begin to mount once more, building under his skilled attention. You flutter around him and he moans, the vibrations pulling another sob from your throat.

“That’s it, lovely,” he murmurs as he works you. “One more. You can give me one more can’t you?”

You shake your head, but the rest of your body tells a different story, your legs twitching beyond your control where they rest over his shoulders, hips bucking without rhythm.

“I think you can,” he continues. “I think you can have another for me. Let me taste the sweetness of your pleasure once more.”

You moan, high and strained, as your body moves ever closer to that precipice. You feel delirious, on the edge of madness as much as the edge of pleasure. Gale is ruthlessly efficient as he pushes you on, sucking and licking your clit eagerly as his fingers rub precisely at the spot inside you that makes your head spin. The choked sound you make as you finish once again is somewhere between a whimper and a sob. Gale groans deeply as you clench weakly around his fingers, muscles too tired for more than a weak, fluttering orgasm. He laps at you softly, working you through it with loving tenderness. Finally, he pulls away. You whine helplessly at the feeling of his fingers sliding out of you. He sucks them clean, then presses a few kisses to your shaking thighs before moving up your body to hover over you. His face is soaked from nose to chin, lips and beard glistening with your slick. He kisses you hotly, and the usual taste of him is completely drowned out by the taste of your own arousal. He runs a warm hand up your arm and rubs gently at your wrists.

“How are your hands?” he asks gently. “Still alright? Can you move them for me?”

It takes a long moment for your addled brain to process his question, but with some effort you manage to wiggle your fingers.

“F-fine,” you stutter weakly. “They’re fine.”

He pulls the fabric up slightly, inspecting the skin. You don’t know what he sees, but he seems to be satisfied with it because he nods once, then turns his attention back to your face. He kisses your cheeks with a gentleness that nearly makes you cry again, and wipes the remaining wetness from them with his thumbs.

“You’re so lovely,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. You’re doing so well. So good for me. My good girl. My sweet, wonderful girl. Taking everything I give you so perfectly. Letting me drink my fill of you. Making such pretty sounds for me while I taste you to my heart’s content. Falling apart so beautifully for me, over and over. Do you think you can take a bit more for me, my good girl? You can say no,” he says, seeing the hesitation in your eyes. “I would love to be inside you, but we can stop if it’s too much.”

You swallow hard, considering for a few seconds. Slowly, you nod.

“I can take it,” you rasp. “I can take you.”

The heat in his eyes causes your already shaky breath to catch.

“So good for me,” he whispers. “I don’t know what I could ever do to deserve you. I love you so much.”

He shifts, his hardened cock — gods you imagine it must be aching at this point — sliding through your soaking folds and catching at your entrance. You try to breathe steadily as he pushes forward, sliding into you without resistance. He moans as he buries himself in you to the hilt, nosing into the crook of your neck and breathing you in.

“You feel divine,” he praises against your skin. “Better than divine. You are perfection itself. I could stay like this for hours.”

He sighs contentedly, and doesn’t move. Your mind, sluggish as it is now, kicks up a gear. It has to be a turn of phrase. He can’t actually mean...

You feel him shift slightly. He props himself up with one arm, while the other slides between you. He presses his thumb against your lips and you let it in on instinct, sucking lightly on the tip of it. He grins.

“Such a good girl.”

He pulls his thumb out and brings the hand down, down, down your body. It slides briefly against your entrance where he’s stretching you open, and he groans. Then it slides up and starts rubbing softly, maddeningly over your clit.

“Gale?” You can’t manage more than a whisper.

“Shhh... Just a few more, my love,” he soothes. “I want to feel you come around me at least thrice before I’m done with you.”

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You open your eyes, blinking a few times as you try to get your bearings. Gods, you must have actually blacked out for a moment. Gale is still above you, panting heavily, his face pressed against your shoulder. You whimper as you feel him twitch inside you, the feeling well and truly overwhelming at this point. He groans and pulls out of you as gently as he can. He presses a kiss to the mark he’d apparently sucked into your shoulder and turns to look at you, one hand coming up to brush a sweaty lock of hair from your forehead.

“Alright my love?”

You nod weakly.

“Are you sure?”

You nod again. “Y-yes. Good.”

“Good,” he breathes. “You are spectacular. Wonderful beyond words.”

He moves to untie your wrists. Once he does he rubs them gently, then down your arms, massaging the sore muscles.

“Do you need some water?”

You nod, more emphatically this time. He helps you sit up and takes a glass from the nightstand. He holds it to your lips, helping you to drink. Once you’ve had your fill, he reaches over for a soft cloth that was next to the glass. He moves to clean you, but you flinch when the cloth touches your thigh.

“Too much,” you manage.

“Ah. Of course. Apologies, my love” He puts the cloth away, instead muttering a quick prestidigitation, cleaning both you and the sheets with a wave of his hand. He looks as though he means to say something else, but you yawn, and he simply smiles fondly.

“Need some rest?”

“Gods, yes.”

He chuckles and helps you lay down, pulling you into a warm embrace. He rubs your back soothingly and nuzzles into your hair.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “My good, sweet girl. I love you so dearly.”

“Love you too,” you mumble, already halfway back to unconsciousness. You feel him smile against you and place a kiss to the top of your head.

“And I’m so grateful that you do. Now, get some sleep, my love.”

You sigh in agreement, and it takes no time at all for his steady breathing and comforting warmth to lull you into what just might be the deepest sleep you’ve ever had.

[fayes-fics]

Comfort

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict comforts his new wife when her courses arrive…

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, non graphic references to period blood. Otherwise, just the fluffiest of fluff.

Word Count: 2k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Thanks to @colettebronte for help with the title. Request fill for anon HERE, where Benedict comforts his new wife when her period arrives overnight. This might be the most saccharine-sweet fluff I have ever written. For my usual smut peeps… err, apologies? Normal filth will resume shortly, I'm sure lol. <3

You stir from your slumber to a dreaded dampness you know far too well. 

Oh dear heavens, no! 

Overnight, your courses have arrived without warning. Or perhaps, with hindsight, there were some signs, but you had assigned blame for the symptoms elsewhere. You had put your tiredness down to the exhaustive social whirlwind of your first ball as a Bridgerton. The dull lower back pain you had felt merely due to traipsing around the extensive grounds the host was keen to show off to all and sundry.

For a few moments, you lay staring frettingly at the ceiling, unsure what to do. You can tell that your nightgown and, likely, the bedsheets will carry evidence of this unwanted early arrival. You had plans to inform your lady's maids to prepare the following night. Trust your body to be at least a day early when you least need it. 

Next to you, your new husband of just fourteen days, Benedict Bridgerton, is sleeping soundly. You roll your head to look briefly at his handsome face in repose on the adjacent pillow, then bite your lip in anxiety.

Oh god, he cannot see this!! He simply cannot! What am I to do?!?

____

You had been taught a few things in the run-up to marriage by your Mama. One of them was never to mention or address the “monthly visitor” to your husband—it was a matter for you and your maids to deal with. On the nights you were “visited”, you were strongly counselled to sleep in your room rather than with your husband so he would not have to deal with “such unpleasantness”. This may have been logical advice for a regular wife of the Ton, but your mother probably never considered how non-traditional your husband would turn out to be. 

Hours after your nuptials, upon arrival at your new marital home - a wonderful brick townhouse just a few streets from Bridgerton House - you had politely inquired where your bedchamber was. At first, he laughed, then frowned when he realised you were serious. It turned out he had not made plans for, or indeed, set up a room for you separate from his.

“We are husband and wife now. We shall sleep together,” he explained, drawing you into his arms and planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

“But… every night?” you stuttered, still grappling with what exactly was expected of you as a wife.

“Yes darling,” he confirmed, still sounding vaguely bemused.

____

Since that day, you have shared a bed every night, which has been delightful for so many reasons. Indeed, you have never slept better in your life than in the two weeks since your wedding, falling asleep securely in his arms and awakening to his handsome, smiling face…

…Well, that is until now.

Now, you have no earthly idea what to do. 

You surmise it must be early, dawn breaking, a grey, feeble light peeking around the top of the heavy velvet drape curtains over the windows. Barely enough to see shapes and rough outlines as your eyes adjust. Not wanting to awaken Benedict by igniting a candle, you gingerly push back the bedspread and slide out as quietly as possible. In the mirror across the room, you catch sight of a scarlet bloom, visible even in this low light, so stark against your white cotton nightgown. Turning back around, your fears are fully realised when you see a mirror imprint left upon the sheet where you slept.

Horrified, you fly into a flurry of movements. Wanting to hide both your nightgown and the sheets you have sullied, albeit unintentionally. You slip as silently as you are able to the linen supplies cupboard and gather terrycloths designed for bathing. One, you wrap around yourself; another two, you decide to place upon the bed, hoping it will conceal the stain until your husband leaves the bedroom.  

You cannot wait to bathe but know that running a bath would surely awaken Benedict, the noise of water being poured into the echoey copper, even if across the hallway, being bound to rouse him.

Once back next to your side of the bed, you push the covers towards the middle and start to pull at the edge of the undersheet, hoping to slide a cloth under the stain and one atop, to stop the evidence from spreading. You glance furtively at your husband as you work, who unfortunately is turned onto his side facing towards you, as he often is when you awaken. 

In all heavens, could you not turn the other way just for once, my love? 

You move as stealthily as you can, so very keen to be unnoticed. The most challenging part is trying to wedge a cloth underneath, the sheet pulled taut by your husband's weight pinning down the other side. Just as you are fighting with both hands shoved far under the sullied sheet, you hear a sudden sharp intake of breath.

Oh no! He is awake.

His eyes fly open, and he squints as he takes in the sight before him. Then, a frown passes over his features.

“What on earth are you doing, my love?” his voice is deep and rough with sleep.

You whip your hands out from under the sheet, belatedly realising you are also muttering a repeated “no no, no no” under your breath as you attempt to reach for the upper cover and hide what has happened, but it is just out of reach, kneeling as you are beside the bed.

“Darling,” he sits up slightly, rubbing his eyes, obviously thrown off by your agitated state. “Please, whatever is the matter??” his tone rising in volume and concern.

Your eyeline falls reflexively upon what you are trying to conceal on the bedsheets, and his tracks yours. Unable to handle your embarrassment, you bury your head in your hands and slump backwards onto your heels, certain this will be repulsive to him.

“I am so sorry, husband; I was not expecting this to happen today; please forgive me,” you mutter defeatedly behind your hands, ashamed.

You are expecting a noise of derision or disgust. What you do not expect is a chuckle and then a large, warm hand brushing your shoulder.

“Darling, please get up off the floor,” his ask caring, no rebuke to be heard.

Your head slowly tilts up, and to your shock, he is leaning over onto your side of the bed, not far above the stain, and is observing you mildly befuddled benevolence.

“But, I…” you trail off, even as he reaches for your hand.

“It is fine,” he cuts in, squeezing reassuringly with his fingers. “You are a woman. Such things happen. There is no need for shame,” his eyes are soft with understanding. “I do have sisters, you know,” he adds with a sanguine laugh, a shorthand to explain his knowledge of your situation.

Your mouth falls open a fraction, completely taken aback by his affable, almost nonchalant reaction; it is very different from what your Mama taught you to expect. While you flounder in surprise, he rolls away and gets out of bed, padding around to your side, crouching next to you and drawing you into his arms.

“You… you are not repulsed?” you stutter as you recover, your brow creasing.

“Of course not, my love. It is perfectly natural, and there is nothing about you or your body that repulses me,” he assures, kissing your cheek. “In fact, it is very much the opposite,” his tone sincere and soothing.

You get lost in his hazy eyes and gentle smile, accepting his doting kisses that make you feel warm from head to toe. It is then he looks down and spies the bathing cloth you have swaddled yourself in from the waist down.

“I assume your nightgown is in a similar state? And that you would like to get clean?” he guesses empathetically as you nod demurely. “Then I shall summon the staff to run you a bath,” he hums, delicately brushing the stray strands of hair that had fallen askew in your scrambling efforts.

“Thank you, Benedict, so very much” you exhale, relieved and still slightly unmoored by his reaction.

His face breaks into that crooked smile that makes butterflies flutter under your ribs. 

“Please, my love, it is literally nothing. We have promised ourselves to each other for life. I expect to see this many more times,” he explains calmly as he rings a bell to summon his butler and presently provides instructions for a warm bath to be drawn and the bedding to be changed by the maids.

“You do not wish for me to sleep elsewhere when I am so afflicted?” you check as soon as you are alone again.

He chuckles as he did before. “Whatever for? You are my wife. I want you beside me all the time. It matters not to me if you have your courses. I still wish to fall asleep with you in my arms.” His sweet sincerity makes your heart skip a beat as he nuzzles your temple. “Although it has been a few short days since our wedding, I have rather gotten used to you being beside me. I cannot sleep soundly without you, my love. Nor would I want to try. We shall share our bed every night,” he adds solemnly.

“But, what if one of us is sick?” you inquire as he helps you to stand up from the floor, pulling you into his arms.

“‘Tis no bother. We shall surely both contract the same, seeing as we reside under the same roof; at least we can suffer in company,” he jests warmly into your ear as his hands rub your lumbar spine with a pattern that soothes the ache you feel there.

“What if you must travel for your art?” you challenge.

“I would be heartbroken if you did not come with me,” he volleys back with a playful pout that you can't help but giggle at.

“What if one day we have a child, and they will not rest without their mother?” your question is almost timid, knowing there is a bloom on your cheeks at the very thought.

He cups your jaw gently and tilts your face to look up into his. His mien is so devoted that the air is stolen from your lungs. 

“Then they shall simply sleep between us, my love. It will be my child, too. You will not be alone. Not when you have your monthly courses and not in the raising of our children. Of that, I promise,” his cadence is lilting and ardent.

“Thank you, Benedict,” you breathe shakily, scarcely able to believe that the man you married is nothing like how your mother had warned. It makes you feel so grateful you cannot stop your emotions, heightened at this time of the month, from bubbling over.

A large, warm thumb blots the tears that gather at the corner of your eyes without comment; he just accepts your state, bussing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you, y/n,” he breathes, warm air gusting over your skin.

“I love you too, Benedict,” your reply muffled into his neck as you mould into his strong embrace, remaining there until a lady’s maid taps on the door to convey that your bath is ready.

And true to his word, over the years, you are never a night without your husband. Through many monthly courses, through sickness and health, through children and even grandchildren. It is always his face you see just before your eyes droop closed and the moment they flutter open again. Your safe space. Your comfort. 

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[ladyhiddlestoner]

The New King

Part two

Note:part one is here.

There will be a part three.

Summary: Loki wins the New York battle and becomes the king. He wants to play with his newest toy.

He looked back at her as the guard started to touch her.

"Oh! Don't worry, pet. He's just going to do what I tell him to."

He smiled seductively.

"He will punish you now."

"And you...are going to enjoy it." He whispered that last part to her while she felt the guard's hands on her body. 

"The best part is... you don't even know what you have done wrong." He whispered seductively in her ear.

He watched closely and nodded to the guard to be more rough with her. He seemed pleased by her submission and how she was letting the guard take advantage of her to punish her for God knows what. 

"Yes, guard. You are doing a great job." He nodded again, this time for the guard to be even more rough, and touched her with a firm, tight grip.

She felt so shy and vulnerable as the guard touched her. She didn't want to admit that it actually felt good. 

Loki went back to his throne, he was watching them eagerly. The guard was cupping her breasts roughly, her breasts were a little sore now. Loki became more and more excited each time he saw her, yelped from the pain. 

The god of mischief chuckled from his throne as he watched the guard's hands ran up and down her body like a hungry beast, his lips formed a pleased smile.

"Remember, you are not allowed to do anything else without my permission." 

Loki warned the guard.  

One of the guard's hand wrapped around her neck as the other went to her thigh. He waited for the King's permission to continue. 

He watched her squirm and moan with every touch her body received under the guard's hands, licking his lips and grinning. He motioned his hand and gave him the permission. The guard fondled her thigh and squeezed her neck a little. 

He smirked and grinned even more as he watched her squirm and whine from the guard's actions.

"Oh, yes...yes guard, yes. I can see you love her. You love to touch the body of a mortal woman." He put his hands on the armrest of his throne in delight.

"Keep going, guard. Do you feel the way her muscles tighten when you touch her, her body trembling and her skin all rosy? Go harder, and don't hold yourself back. She needs to learn her place tonight." He grinned.

The guard's hand was so close to her dripping sex, he wanted to touch her there, but Loki gave him a warning look. The guard pulled his hands off and got back to her nipples. 

"Please, stop this." She pleaded.

That was all Loki wanted, he wanted to make her beg.

"Oh, pet, if you beg more I might consider it."

He looked at her hungrily and smirked. 

"Beg. Beg me. Beg like the mortal woman you are. Beg me to save you."

He said mischievously, smiling at her with a wink.

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please..."

The god of mischief couldn't help but laugh at her begging. He looked over to the guard; a signal for him to continue.

"Please, please, please, please...be merciful to me..."

He walked over to her, caressed her cheek softy and snaped his fingers, a green smoke appeared, the guards vanished.

She let out a relived sigh. 

"Oh my dear, it was all a ruse. I was testing you...your loyalty, your commitment to me. Do you really thought I let another man touch you?" He said softly. 

She looked at him with awe," I don't understand."

"Such a cute, silly little girl... It was just an illusion created by me." The god explained.

" I am the god of mischief, what do you expect?" He brushed her cheek.

"You've done well, petal. You are a good girl, and I am very proud of you." He smirked seductively and brushed her hair to the side.

He picked her up and carried her to his chamber. He set her down on a bed and started to look at her in admiration.

Loki took his cape off and cast it in the corner of the room. He looked up and down.

"You have beautiful eyes..."

He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately.

"Now, I believe it's training time". He touched her cheek.

He grinned and pushed her on the bed before climbing on top of her and kissing her again, nibbled her lobe.

The god of mischief pulled her close and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear as he nibbled her neck again. "I knew you would be trouble for me. I am going to enjoy owning you. You're mine now, to be used however I wish. There is no one, and I mean no one, who can escape my grasp. I'll have my way with you, all night..."

He leaned in closer, stroked her hair,

"Promise me, My Toy, that you will give in...completely to me. That you surrender your body...and your mind...to me." He gave the sweetest grin.

"I want you to give me permission...to use you as I desire." He stroked her cheek.

"Do you promise me that, My Toy?" He licked his lips and looked at her with lust and anticipation.

"Yes, I promise, Master. I surrender to you completely. My body is yours to do with as you see fit."

Her words were so seductive and Loki just couldn’t resist the way she seduced him, she looked at him with excitement and anticipation; a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

He grinned and kissed her deeply, running his hands over her body, gently rubbing at her thighs and stomach.

"You can have me all night, if you want." She said, grinning and biting her lips a little. 

He grinned, "Good, My Toy. You're getting into the spirit. "

He whispered seductively.

"Now, we start your training. I'll be teaching you in lots of...intimate ways." He touched her stomach gently.

"Now, let us get started."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue. 

She gasped slightly as his lips touched hers once more, and she closed her eyes, letting the passion wash over her. As they continued kissing, she felt his hands explore her body, touching and caressing her in places she never knew she could feel such sensations before. She felt every nerve in her body come alive, and her mind became filled with nothing but Loki.

Loki stopped kissing for a moment and looked at her with a smirk. He pulled her close again and nibbled on the tip of her ear. As he speaks, his breath tickled her ear.

"You are learning the rules quite quickly, My little courtesan."

Her cheeks were burning with his touch and kisses, her skin all rosy and her body trembling with excitement.

"Mmm..."she let out a soft moan and her body felt like it was on fire. She was all his, and he was enjoying every instant of her surrender and submission.

Loki moved up her body and pressed his lips to her jaw, working his way lower until his lips were hovering over her shoulder, kissing and biting her shoulders leaving love marks on her body. He went down to her breasts, stroking them softly with his lips,then started to play with her nipples with his tongue. 

She was squirming under him.  

A grin spread across his face as her reactions were music to his ears. Loki nibbled on her breasts, teasing her and enjoying her responses, she felt his touch explore her body, biting her with just the right amount of pressure, her fingernails dig into the mattress. 

He licked the sweat from her neck, then took her ear in his mouth and sucked gently. As his lips left her ear, he whispered seductively into her ear.

"Do you find this pleasurable, little human?" He looked at her with a smirk, and raised her chin to look at him in the eye. He whispered seductively, "You know, you're becoming quite good at this.

Loki gave her a kiss on the forehead and then took his shirt off.

She looked at him in awe as she saw his bare chest, she wanted to touch him, but she waited for him to let her. 

"Oh, Master, you're... you're beautiful." She whispered.

He chuckled lightly and looked at her with pleasure. She's already being trained to compliment the god of mischief, "Thank you, my little toy." He smiled seductively as he looked at her. He stretched his arms out and looked at her, waiting for her to come to him.

"Well, my beautiful little girl. What are you waiting for? "He chuckled again, amused by her waiting for permission.

"Come here, my little pet, let me show you the world of pleasure." He grinned and motioned for her to come to him.

A smile appeared on his face as he felt her hands sliding along his muscles and caressing his body.

"Mmmm... yes, that's a good girl." He said seductively in her ear as he holds her tightly, she could feel his strong and muscular arms, his skin warming her up.

She continued touching his muscular chest. 

His muscles tensed up as her touch on him sent thrills down his body. "Ahhh, you do know how to tease, little one, I see." He smirked in amusement. He pulled her closer. "Go on... explore me." His voice was full of lust. She could even feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach. 

She kissed his chest softly.

He shivered slightly as her lips touched his chest, and chuckled softly.

"My little minx, you are doing a wonderful job. "

He closed his eyes, and titled his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling.

"That's a good girl, My Toy. Keep doing that, and you'll feel my reward." He smirked seductively at her as his arms wrap around her even tighter.

Her lips were leaving a trail on his chest. Then she moved to his neck, kissing him there.Her nipples were stimulated by his strong muscles from the way he was holding her into his arms. She moaned into his neck. He felt her warm breath against his skin.

His arms held her tighter as he listened to her soft moans. He chuckled deeply. He couldn't help himself, his body was enjoying hers thoroughly. He felt as if he was a magnet, and she was his metal.

Loki couldn't help but kiss her neck and nibble on her shoulder in return. As he does, he whispered seductively in her ear.

"Oh, my little one...if you continue like this, do you know what will happen?" 

He licked his lips, and looked at her seductively in the eye.

She gave him an innocent look and teased. "What will happen, Master?"

He grinned at her as his face comes slightly closer to hers, "Oh, you little minx. If you play with the fire, it will burn you. What do you expect me to do about this?" He glowered, "teasing me like a little minx, and I know you won't stop until you get what you want." He slid his hands through her thighs in an intimate way.

He let go of her and laid down on the bed, his eyes full of lust and anticipation.

"I think we've talked enough and I think you are ready to begin your lessons. Now, sit on me." He grinned.

"I think this is a good exercise for you...to learn to climb onto someone."

He laid back, with his arms back, as if he is relaxed, as he smiled up at her. 

Her face reddened slightly as she looked down at him. With a smile, she straddled him with her knees and sat on his stomach. Her arms were on his shoulders. He watched her face as she started at him, a smile formed on his face.

"You've had enough conversations for tonight, My Toy. Now it's time for us to engage in physical lessons." He lifted his arm to touch her hair, and whispered to her, "This is the perfect position to learn how to straddle a man." He smirked 

"But you are doing this wrong, my little toy."  He pointed at his crotch, to let her know where to sit.

"You shall not be sitting like a lady would. You shall be straddling me like the toy you are." He said mischievously. 

"You see, My Toy, I want you to get used to this position. I want you to get used to straddling me, to get used to feeling my body under you." He caressed her cheek.

 She smiled and scooted down on his thighs until she is straddling him properly. She grinned as she felt him beneath her, she was gushing now. 

"Oh, My Toy. You've become a quick learner." He said seductively and brushed her hair out of her eyes with his fingers, so he could see her. Her cheeks were so red and he loved that.

"Now that's more like it." He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation.

He ran his hand slowly up her leg with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, my little plaything. Do you feel it, My Toy? Do you feel my cock beneath you?" He leaned in closer and looked at her with a slight grin, "It feels good, doesn't it? Having this big cock and underneath you." He whispered seductively in her ear as his hand continued to run up her leg.

"Yes" She sighed.

He snapped his fingers and the rest of their clothing vanished. She gasped at the feeling of his hard cock bare beneath her wet entrance.

Loki could feel her hot core against his shaft, and how wet she was for him. His cock twitched under her and they both gasped. 

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Capturing the Moment

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella feat. Y/N

Summary: Loki and Ella are posing together for a painting.

Warnings: none? fluff!

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself. 😅🥰 This lil' story is based on this post/picture. ☺️ I asked @cookie-doughandwaffles and they gave me the permission. ☺️

Baby Fever Crew: Tagging y'all in the comments! 😊💚

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"And you are sure this is going to work out, babe?" You asked your husband, while gently bouncing baby Ella on your arm. "I mean... We hardly made it work now. Only because we all tried to entertain her." Loki smiled, nodding confidently. "Oh, I am absolutely sure, my love. I am more than capable of keeping our daughter entertained during the process." You shrugged your shoulders, "If you say so..." and handed the little girl over to her dad - which she was visibly happy about; acknowledging her delight with a happy squeal, bright smile and kicking feet. Loki chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss on Ella's chubby cheek. "You want to know why, my queen?" "Why?" "Because our princess is - like you so often point out, a daddy's girl." He winked, and you nodded in agreement. "Hmm, yeah, that is a valid point..."

You, Loki and Ella were currently on a small holiday on Asgard, due to the fact that it was again time for new paintings of the royal family. Especially since both the princes had become fathers. The last time there were royal family paintings made, was after the brothers had been getting married - which was already a little while ago, and therefore were Ella and Eisa missing on the recent paintings and that needed to be changed. So, the royal painter was appointed and a trip to Asgard planned.

Meanwhile were all the 'necessary' paintings done, but Loki wished to have one just with him and Ella - to which the painter happily agreed. Only you had a few doubts, since it took all members of the family to entertain Ella and Eisa, in order to prevent them from moving around so much. Now Loki wanted to face this task alone - and he was very confident about it, so who were you to stop him?

"Alright, Lokes, try it. If you need help with her, just call for me." Loki chuckled softly, "I will keep it in my mind." and leaned down to kiss you. Then he redirected his attention to Ella. "Now let us go, princess, huh?" The little girl cooed, was at the moment fixated on the golden lapels of his uniform; her little hands gripping on it. You nodded, smiling, "Have fun - and show me how the painting turned out." and adjusted the beautiful flower crown on your daughter's head. "Of course, my love." Your husband kissed you a second time, before he turned on his heels, in order to leave your shared chambers.

You watched them leave, admiring how freaking good he looked in the very noble outfit the royal tailor had custom-built for this day. It was all about showing colours, who belonged to whom; but also representing the crown and the appearance as one big, happy family. Therefore, Loki, you and Ella were dressed in green - of course. The 'uniform', which the tailor had sewn for Loki fit him like a glove, was utterly perfect and made him look even more irresistible and handsome.

And Ella? Ella looked so sweet in her green dress, flower crown and flower garland, that you shortly feared you'd get diabetes. To match their look, you wore a beautiful, princess dress. You had giggled like madly, seeing yourself in the mirror and looking like you had just stepped out of a Disney princess movie. Yes, you loved those paintings days...

Loki and Ella posed for the painter once again; who had already started his good work. At first, it was no problem for the little girl to be just held by her dad, but with time, she got fussy and quite antsy. The god had of course a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Speaking to her from time to time, for example, or letting her play with his long raven curls - which got a bit painful for him at some point. Tickling her or gently bouncing her helped as well, just like showing her small magic tricks. Letting daisies grow from his palm or butterflies and tiny fireworks to fly. Ella was fascinated, of course, but at one point she even lost the interest in her father's seidr; causing Loki to play the Joker card: Telling her a story...

"Once upon a time, there lived a sweet, little princess on a realm far away, called Asgard. Her hair was black like the wings of a raven. Her cheeks as rosy as the skin of an apple, and her eyes so blue like the deepest depths of the ocean." Loki started, smiling down at his daughter, who was looking at him with big eyes. She loved his voice, without a doubt. The painter just smiled at the pair; heart melting.

"The little princess was just a baby, yes, barely a few months old, but she was already the shining star of the royal family. She was so, so loved. By the people, her grandparents, uncles, aunts - yes, by everybody!" Loki underlined his words by tickling Ella's tummy, causing a little giggle-like sound to bubble from her mouth. She was, of course too small to understand what her daddy was telling her, but all she needed was just his voice anyways.

Loki couldn't help but to chuckle as well, before he continued his story. "But she was most loved by her parents. They loved her more than life itself. Can you imagine that, sweet girl?" Ella just looked at him. Fascinated, staring, utterly focused - and with a bit of drool running down the corner of her mouth. "Yes, it is true! They loved her more than life itself. She was everything they ever wanted and dreamed of. Well, truth be told, the king at first not. He was not very fond of children; his heart bitter and cold. But then a little angel awakened his heart, made him see - and suddenly a child was what he desired. His beautiful queen gifted him a little princess not much later and his glorious purpose was to be the best father possible. If his efforts will come to fruition, only time can tell..."

Once Loki finished his story, his eyes travelled down to Ella - and with a smile, he noticed that the little girl had fallen asleep. Her little cheek was squashed against his chest; hand holding onto his finger. "Well..." The god mumbled. "Seems like my plan was a bit too successful..." The painter shook his head, smiling softly. "It's not a problem, your highness. I am finished anyways. If you wish, you can have a look at the painting." Loki nodded, "Of course. I'd like to see it." and adjusted the baby girl in his arms, so that she was able to sleep in a more comfortable position. Loki's oceanic blue eyes met the canvas, where he and Ella were painted on. "Is it to your liking, my prince?" Smiling brightly, he studied the art; nodding. "It is perfect."

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Bye-Bye my blue baby

Summary? Nope, ehehhe. 🤭

Warnings? God yes.; Talks of death and stabbing, Larissas death, graphic depiction of Larissas death, Morticia in great pain, a shitton of angst

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Morticia was in her conservatory when her crystal ball started to glow, being excited knowing it was her daughter, answered, “Hello, my little bat! Why are you covered in blood and who was it?” 

Wednesday stared at her mother for a second trying to work through a way to tell her that Larissa Weems was no dead, so she took a breath and said, “Marylin is Laurel Gates, Laurel killed Weems, she and Tyler kidnapped me, stabbed me but Goody saved me, then Tyler transformed into the Hyde and tried to kill me again, Enid saved me, Crackstone came back to life and tried to annihilate all out casts but I killed him with help, and then I nearly beat Laurel to death with a shovel.” 

Morticia didn’t hear the rest, all she heard was that Larissa, her ex roommate, friend, and girlfriend, was now dead. She didn’t realize she was staring at that Wednesday was calling her. 

Wednesday let out a sharp and loud, “Mother!” 

Morticia snapped back, “Yes, my darling?” 

“Are you okay, Mother?” Wednesday, who was actually worried, asked 

Morticia, while smiling a smile that was clearly faked, said, “I’m alright, my little death trap. How was dear Goody Addams?” 

Wednesday, not buying but humoring her mother, snarked, “Incredibly stupid but now inside of me somehow, she healed me by becoming a part of me.” 

Morticia, who was still clearly focusing on that one detail, merely hummed and said, “Well, as long as you showed no mercy and caused great pain then I am very delighted.” 

Wednesday, deciding to give her mother alone time, said, “I need to go mother, the teachers here are incompetent and have no clue what they are doing. Will you be alright?” 

Morticia, swallowing around the lump in her throat, said, “Yes, I will be quite alright, my little bat. Now go show them what you are made of my darling.” 

And with that, both of them hung up. Morticia stared at the ball and then spoke, “Show me the last moments of Larissa Weems.” 

The ball spoke, “Child, I do not wish to show you that of which will hurt you.” 

Morticia let out an inhuman noise and spoke, “Show me the death of Larissa Weems.” 

The ball made a noise but compiled, and so began an hour long journey of Morticia watching Larissa get injected with Nightshade, drop to the floor, convulse, and ultimately die. Morticia just kept staring into Larissa’s eyes and watching how they shone with confidence, anger, fear, and then ultimately drained of all life. 

Morticia swiped her hand over that ball over and over and over again, tears dripping down her cheeks as she watched the woman she loved die, repeatedly. 

Morticia, no longer able to stand, faltered as Larissa faltered in her last moments, tears now streaming, a scream unlike anything ever heard ripping its way out from deep within. The scream echoed throughout the conservatory, through the halls of the manor, through each room, reaching the ears of Pugsley and Gomez.  

Gomez wisely told their son to stay behind and as he trekked through the hall of the manor, the paintings were weeping with his beloved. He made his way into the conservatory where he saw Morticia, on her knees, one hand clutching her chest and the other her stomach, screaming in pure pain.  

He looked up and was greeted with the sight he never wished to see, a friend who now lay dead upon the ground. Gomez then looked around, even the plants were weeping with their caretaker and Morticia's beloved Cleopatra trying to get to her caretaker to be of some comfort. 

Gomez then snapped out of it and stopped the ball, he made his way towards Morticia but as soon as he tried to gather her in his arms, she let out a piercing cry and sobbed out, "Just leave. Please, leave me here. Walk out and shut the door and leave me to grieve." 

Gomez being Gomez obeyed his wife's orders, he walked out, shut the door, and gathered Pugsley and went for a walk to give his wife space while he did his own grieving for a lost friend. 

Morticia laid on the floor of the conservatory for hours, head lying on the marble flooring, tears streaming down her cheeks, arms curled around herself, broken cry's ripping their way from her body. 

She doesn't know how long had passed when she then felt a hand upon her shoulder and heard a voice, "Really, Mo? I thought you had more composure than this." 

Morticia gasped, whirled around, spotted through her tears Larissa Weems, and let out another broken cry of despair but then spoke in a shaky voice, "Issa! Oh Issa! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I couldn't help you, I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I left. I'm so sorry." 

Larissa, no longer blinded by her own pain and anger at Morticia, carefully approached, "Oh Mo, I forgive you. Gomez and I should never have put you in such a position. Come here, my porcelain dove." 

With that Morticia crumbled into the arms of her love. Yes, even after the years she still loved the woman for she had never stopped. Morticia, clinging to the blonde beauty, howled in pain but Larissa just cradled the woman, rocked her, and combed her fingers gently through the raven locks. They stood there for what seemed like hours but in reality, it was just a mere 15 minutes.  

With much pain, Larissa pulled back a little, "Look at me, my dear dove." 

Morticia looked up and into Larissas eyes, they were white. Morticia cried out and looked away once more and Larissa, realizing what happened, altered her eyes back to the gorgeous blue they once were  

"Is that better, my love?" Larissa softly asked 

Morticia, peering once again through tears, spotted the blue eyes she knew and still loves, "Yes. Yes, it's much better, thank you." 

"Morticia, while I did not want to go, I'm glad it was me instead of that hell spawn you call a daughter." Larissa let out with a light chuckle 

She continued, "My love, I forgive you now. I hold no hate, no anger, no bitterness of any kind any longer. My last wish is for you to no longer beat yourself up over the past but live for now." 

Morticia, knowing this was a possible goodbye forever, said, "Alright, I can't promise anything, my stately Sequoia but I can try." 

Larissa smiled, "That's all I ask, my dear. That's all I ever ask. Although I do have to admit I did tear your picture out, not my finest moment but well, no take backs." 

Morticia let out a wet a broken laugh, "I know, but you were always rather beautiful when angry." 

Larissa smiled gently, knowing their time together was nearing the end, gave a gentle smile, "It's coming to an end, Mo. I have to go, my darling. Morticia, I love you, I will always love you, and I will be by your side no matter where you go. I'll always be there Morticia, you may not see me, but I will be there." 

Morticia, holding in a scream of despair, asked, "Can I kiss you one last time, my darling?" 

Larissa smiled and nodded, "Of course you can, my love." 

Morticia gently cupped Larissas cheeks, looked in her eyes one last time and said, "I love you, my shifty shifter." And placed a soft kiss upon cold lips. 

With that Larissa faded and the last thing Morticia heard was, "I love you too, my darling dove." 

Morticia collapsed to her knees, tore her eyes open, glared at the heavens, face crumpling in anguish, then she let out a gut wrenching cry of despair that made even the devil shed a tear. 

Wrapping her arms around herself and collapsing to the floor, Morticia lay there screaming in pure agony, tears streaming down her face and all she could think was, "My love is gone, never to return." 

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Heyyy I'm the non-sexual omegaverse anon, back in your inbox bc YES I LOVE DUMPING IDEAS ABOUT RELATIVELY SFW OMEGAVERSE-!!!!

And yeah boo, me too on the period front. I'm AFAB and SUFFERING. Essentially I consider Heats to be similar to periods - the same basic principles, cramps, cravings, odd other symptoms nobody talks about ((back pain and migraines hello???)), but Ruts are basically the same but opposite. It's a hormone rush. Both are controlled by the endocrine system, both are hormones and chemicals. Both can and do increase libido, but it isn't some absolutely feral Need To Breed type of situation.

Buggy in particular has the omegaverse equivalent of polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Wild, heavy, wacked out Heats which knock him flat on his ass.

His main, original crew all knew of his designation bc while Buggy has megaflaws, sexism and misogyny is NOT AMONG THEM. the Buggy Pirates are actually one of the most diverse crews known. They value what you bring, not what you are.

Buggy also has a very strong scent. It's almost impossible to completely hide it, so he and his crew kind of opt to Hide In Plain Sight.

Beyond Karai Bari, the only ones who know Buggy's secondary are the infirmary workers in Impel Down, Shanks, Rayleigh, Crocus and Luffy, but the latter doesn't realize he knows nor that it's a secret. Lu was the first and only person outside of the Roger's who put together "the cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke" and "buggy the gods damned clown" are one in the same.

After the reveal, Croc and Hawk both go through a bit of a learning curve bc suddenly "do we... treat you differently now? Like, open doors and stuff? We thought the other's did that bc they're simps but maybe we should-"

Buggy is having none of that. He is still the same Jester they had beaten the snot out if three weeks ago. His internal krgans and scent glands don't need to change anything. ((Though he is enjoying the whole not getting beat up thing, maybe keep that up please-???))

All three are kind of dumb and suck at communicating so it ends up being a bit of a hot mess. The main point if contention is Buggy thinking they're warming up to him because he's an Omega.

It's not that. Not really.

They just found Buggy going apeshit on that one Alpha bastard to be absolutely bewitching and have since realized he has been holding back on some level. Buggy in that fight was ruthless, efficient, and while it was fueled by hormones and a base instinct to protect and nurture, it was executed with skill, control and power. There is potential in that, in him. His fighting style would never be an all out brawl. But Buggy is sharp, witty, creative and could do some serious damage if he had the confidence and will to back it up. They don't care WHAT is happening in his abdomen. They're attracted to power, charisma, and apparently red nosed blue haired clowns who will not hesitate to beat a man with another man's severed arm. They were surprised too.

Shanks is both delighted that Buggy has suitors and is livid that Buggy has suitors. It's not even apossessove thing (maybe a little), it's that THAT IS HIS PACKMATE and they were RAISED TOGETHER and that's HIS BUGGY and NOBODY IS GOOD ENOUGH except maybe Mihawk BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW CROCODILE WELL ENOUGH TO MAKE AN OPINION SO THAT'S ILLEGAL.

He then cries when Buggy, upon being told this, deadpans, "Shanks, I'm a pirate. Breaking laws is kinda in the job description."

He is Suffering.

Buggy is actually doing pretty swell, being courted by two surprisingly good Alphas.

Ray and Crocus meanwhile both perk up on opposit sides of Paradise like I feel the sudden need to check on the blue one...

Anyway yeah that just seems funny and silly and am half asleep so I'll stop now but ily byeee~ 🍬🍬

Hello No-Sexual Omegaverse Anon!

Heats like periods, that would makes sense to have it like that (I hate the back pain, why is it there!?) Ooooo I really like your idea of the Omegaverse, I wish to see it more in stories and Buggy on having polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Got to look that stuff up and indeed YIKES! Really poor Buggy, getting the short end of the stick there. At least he has great friends that he has surrounded himself with.

We stand for Buggy’s megaflaws (we ain’t here to fix him, we are here to watch him be the silly guy that he is) and of course, Buggy does NOT stand for sexism and misogyny because why does it matter if you are male, female, or inbetween. I love the idea that Buggy Pirates are one of the most diverse crews on the high seas because HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! Damn right on valuing what you bring, and not what you are. That makes sense in any workforce. If can get the job done, why does it matter about your gender/sex/sexualitly? Actaully my plan for some Buggy Pirates OCs have a diverse cast of race/gender/sexuality/etc… because A). diversy is the bomb and makes the most realstilc sense and B).Everyone being the same is. Fucking. BORING!

I love the fact that Buggy and his crew Hides in Plain Sight, this rings true in canon too… I beileve, because Buggy was always there in East Blue for anyone could put two-and-two together that Buggy was apart of Roger Pirates if anyone actaully looked. But barely anyone did because of how open Buggy is being the Flashy Fool, I mean how Buggy brags about his achivements, people would think that Buggy would brag that he was apart of the Roger Pirates. But he never did, so that’s a baseless rumor (that turned out to be true)

Ooooooo, having Impel Down infirmary workers knowing that he is a Omega might have a problem in the future… or not. It depends on who the infirmary workers are as people. Love how Luffy doesn’t care that Buggy is a Omega, just some moron clown that he kicked in the crotch in Orange town, and now onto “The cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke” Does that mean Luffy and Buggy met before Orange Town? Albeit prending to be someone else, so when they met at Orange Town it took Luffy sometime to put two-n-two together?

Heehee, not Crocodile and Mihawk thinking that they have to act like everyone else. I mean, they should way nicer to him (indeed Buggy would really like not getting his ass beaten up), but like if they do that, it would shock the fuck out of too many people. News Coo getting this and making some drama brew. Everyone sees this, the strawhats, the red-hair pirates, and just the world in general. Chaos insues

Ahhh, don’t we all love some old men being stupid and unable to communicate with a least a speck of commone sense. It boils into a hot mess, with people crying… cough Buggy cough Poor Buggy thinking they are only warming up to him because he probably thinks they feel bad for beating the shit out of a omega when in fact it’s because he decided to beat the shit out of a disgusting alpha who was being creepy and yucky. As well as knowing that the clown has been holding back his strength and power for some reason.

I love the headcanon that Buggy can fight ruthless and efficient. Buggy ain't one for a full on brawl because he uses things in his surroundings to his advantage. Bro will use whatever, a chair leg, a metal pipe, the heel of a shoe, etc… because people fighting him are probably not fighting fair and square. Love him using his mind and creativity to win a fight. He was trained by the Roger Pirates, Buggy definitely has potential, all he needs is some more confidence and weapons to back him up.

Damn right it's nothing about what's in his abdomen. It's all about seeing the clown beating a man with another man's arm! (Love that for Buggy)

Brooo, Shanks being delighted and livid that Buggy has suitors trying to court him is so fucking funny. Because what you say is just want, I think Shanks would think, your Shanks is spot on to me. I love how Shanks is a crybaby much like Buggy, it’s just different reasons for why they cry. Love that Shanks is suffering, when Buggy just deadpans and states the obvious.

Heehee not Rayleigh and Crocus feeling like they need to check on Buggy, their parental sense is finally kicking in after years they should of have their parental sense running wild. Not the reason is because of Buggy is getting courted, like 😂🤣😂

[iguessitsjustme]

Takara's Treasure Ep 1 & 2 Thoughts

 Okay so I just finished Cosmetic Playlover (here is the start of my liveblog if you want to read) and I’m still on the JBL train so it’s time for Takara’s Treasure. I know so little about this show it kind of feels like I’m going in blind but I do know some things. Kind of. Under the cut:

That is my exact question baby boy. What constitutes “a wrong crowd”

NOT THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS WHEN HE APPEARS LKSJDGHKDJFHGKH

Oh he loves plants. I’m obsessed. Love him. 

So because of how I do these liveblogs, you guys do not know how long it takes me to watch each episode. Y’all can just read the next bullet right away but I need to mention how doing these has helped me notice a pattern for myself. It always takes me sooooo long to start getting into shows. I started this episode about an hour ago and I’m not done yet. The episode is 23 minutes long. It takes me so long because I either get distracted or interrupted, but the second I start feeling very attached to the characters, it’s game over and I start flying through the episodes. Especially on a binge. It’s just fascinating to me and I’m kind of glad you guys can’t tell because it is genuinely very frustrating sometimes to want to watch a show and have to fight my brain to keep going because it got distracted (or sometimes it’s because I’m having a flare up and I need to break from the show to deal with it). Anyway, with that said, time to get back on track. I can at least finish episode 1.

Aw the poor baby who lost his bird. I saw this coming but it hurts. I lost my pets a few years ago really tragically (do not ask me about this I will not answer any questions) and it hurts so bad still. I struggle with pets/animals in shows that pass away. It is one of the very, very few things that is actually likely to make me cry. So I get it. Sitting on the mountain and crying all day? Good. Let him process that grief. Let it out baby boy let it out.

What has this man been through? What traumas has he suffered? That is a look of a man who has dealt with some shit. Which means I am going to love him. I am going to absolutely adore him, aren’t I?

Yeah I’d fall in love too. Look at this soft, quiet smile.

Oh sweetie baby he made friends! I’m attached now.

Well since the episodes are short, let’s also do episode 2! Wooo! (send help I feel unwell in multiple ways)

As it turns out..feeling unwell made me fall asleep and it is now the next day. But now I’m about to BINGE. God bless. (pain meds my beloved…yes, I was at cvs at 7 this morning don’t look at me)

I love her AND her pants.

I’m not gonna lie guys, I kind of miss the god awful wigs in Japanese BL. Give me wigs like the ones in Seven Days.

I just spilled cheez-its ALL OVER MY COUCH. It is 9 in the morning. I think I’m actually done with the day now. *eats my last applesauce*

Nooo baby don’t tell him to get rid of the hoops. I like the hoops. Don’t change to studs booo

This baby is so cute asking if he can talk to Takara on campus (It’s Takara and Taishin, right? Also I hope I don’t have their names swapped in my head)

Anyway. He’s so cute. Most people would just start talking to him on campus but he asked if it was okay. Oh my precious baby insecure about How to Friend and it’s just delightful.

What a nice man giving up his seat on the bus. I wish I could do that. I mean I can but it hurts me to stand sometimes. But I love when shows give us tiny little human moments like that. It’s so wholesome and beautiful.

Girl he doesn’t owe you an explanation for not dating you. If he said “no” that’s all the info you are entitled to. Just because he’s single doesn’t mean he’s yours. Gosh that really irks me. I think that’s why I have a problem with the faen fatale trope in a lot of BLs. Because the other person never seems to view our BL boy as an actual person with wants and desires. They project their wants and desires onto them and I don’t know…it’s just annoying to watch. I’m glad it’s not as prevalent as it once was.

Mr. Man on the sidewalk. It is 9:30 in the morning. What could you possibly be screaming about?

Oh I am so smart. Takara is so smart. Took the words right out of my mouth. Literally.

I want all of those umbrellas.

Okay okay I can forgive this show for swapping out the hoops for studs if it’s because Takara likes glassware.

I love this man that Taishin keeps meeting at the bus/bus stop. He’s just so human and kind.

I’ve seen Takara smile twice now and both times the smile has been soft and gentle and aimed at Taishin and I love them both so much.

Whelp. Time for episode 3 methinks

[grey-gazania]

20 questions for fic writers

Yoinked from the lovely @sallysavestheday and @melestasflight!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 65, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 199,601

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Tolkien, though I have a few older bits and bobs from other fandoms hanging around.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In terms of kudos, my various Kidnap Fam stories are overwhelmingly my most popular:

A Stitch in Time (Elrond's life as seen by a quilt)

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (Early-days Kidnap Fam WIP)

Root and All (Kidnap Fam feat. Maedhros, Elrond, and botany)

Speak No Evil (Kidnap Fam feat. Orkish lessons)

Little Drop of Poison (Kidnap Fam feat. injured Maedhros and healer Elrond)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to them all, but sometimes my responses are very late, especially if the comment comes when I'm having a depressive episode or a chronic illness flare-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Leaving aside unfinished multichaps that will have angsty endings but haven't gotten there yet, it's probably either The Hearts of the Eldar (the Third Kinslaying and all that it entails) or Pain Unbearable (Maedhros' death).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Half Past Ten in the Rose Garden (Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife engagement rom-com). Still debating whether I should add another chapter or wrap it where it is.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on fics featuring Fingon's wife. Some people get real heated about those.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't, nor do I read it. It's very much Not My Thing. I think the closest I've come is The Bed We Share (Fingon/Fingon's Wife, Fingon/Maedhros), which does have a sex scene, but it's not particularly detailed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, though I do enjoy reading them on occasion. I'm going to take this opportunity to recommend Evidence by Camwyn on FF.N, which is the single most delightful crossover I've ever read. (Silmarillion/Discworld)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A kind reader translated Root and All into Russian, where it seems to have been moderately well-received, at least from what I can tell using Google Translate.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I suppose I'd be willing to give it a shot, but I do have Very Strong characterization opinions that might make it difficult.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Maedhros/Fingon! Though Elrond/Celebrian and Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife are close seconds, and Glorfindel/Erestor and Legolas/Gimli are very old and longstanding favorites as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Things ain't lookin' good for The Longest Journey I Have Known (Fingon's wife and Celebrian travel to Valinor). I am Extremely Stuck.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding, character dynamics, and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. God, I am so bad at come up with interesting plots. Also probably pacing, I need to improve in that respect.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it rarely -- in fact I think Maps might be the only Silmarillion story where I've done it. I included a Quenya translation of part of a Yiddish folk song, and in that case I had help from the Lizard Council, and particularly from the esteemed and dearly missed Darth Fingon, who looked over my translation and corrected a few errors.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars, back in, uh, 1999, I think? I've been doing this for a good 25 years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Girl, that's like asking a mother to choose her favorite child! But if I absolutely must pick, it's probably The Flight of Birds, which features Elrond, newly arrived on Balar, dealing with his conflicted feelings about his mother.

Tagging @thelordofgifs, @vidumavi, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @spiritofwhitefire, @swanmaids, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who wants to share -- @ me and say I tagged you!

[antimony-medusa]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

I was tagged by @regicidal-optimism

In no particular order:

A World Away (A Step Apart), (14,531 words) my OW superhero/supervillain romance with identity shenanigans, a dystopian world, and in-world supervillain RPF social media posts. This one was so fun to write. I've spent a lot of time on various social medias over the years and I delved into it for the fake discourse, and some of those social media jokes are some of my favourite things I've written. Plus I got to make up two guys that I love, OW is so fun.

A Hundred Things You Have Not Dreamed Of, (27,743 words), a DSMP emduo au in a vaguely superhero au about coming back from dehumanization. This fic was the one where I had to go holy shit I really do keep writing about food as healing I need to start tagging that on my fic, but also I just had a great deal of fun delving into, on the one hand, the hurt/comfort of expecting pain and not getting it, and on the other hand, the actual legitimate joys you can find in the small good things of a life you're choosing to live, even if baldly speaking it's not a great life. Like these guys don't know how to cook, and they live in a shitty apartment, and they have minimum wage food service jobs and don't have internet, but they also have friendship and community and 3 meals a day, and a laptop that can play videos, and that can also be something to appreciate. Plus it was a really fun challenge to take characters who basically don't act like the characters at all, because of trauma, and show them gradually growing into themselves. I still love this one a lot.

three deaths, no burials, one sunrise, (804 words). Oh boy. This one. DSMP, and c!wilbur focused, and second person, and inspired by a richard silken poem and a ursula vernon speech and a post about how wilbur didn't get a grave. At this point I don't even know if that's true canon, but I love this fic for how completely it took over my brain, I sat down and wrote it in one setting. Fuckin' pulled out of me like unspooling rope hand over hand. Having complicated feelings about your death and how it was marked or unmarked by the people around you, and exploring that through video game statistics, is something that can be so personal.

The Totem Of Undying Job, (62,696 words), DSMP, the syndicate heist Las Nevadas. So oh man, this was written in the era of the prison arc and you can probably tell, but I am still proud of how much I went into existing lore for the characterizations, not to mention proud of pulling off a long-fic. I keep thinking of it and going "man I should write more prey duo", or "I should write more tntduo", or "dang, beeduo slaps", or what have you. The first full and complete novel-length thing I had written in almost a decade, and I still think it hangs together, concepted and written entirely just me with myself in a google doc. The way I approach writing is very different nowdays, but I still love this one and I'm proud of pulling it off.

And honestly there's a lot of fics jockeying for this final spot, but I will give it to Soothing Natural Energies by Rebalancing External Wealth, Today, At Rekindled Flames Marriage Therapy Conference, (4,482 words), my origins sneegza marriage fraud shenanigans heist. I wrote this one in 24 hours for an exchange, and I was absolutely digesting my own stomach with anxiety the whole time, but I got it done, and then I posted and people said it was funny! And it had good worldbuilding! They liked it! And I drank some coffee and sat down to read it and went what do you know, I also like this, I think it's funny. Sometimes when I go oh god can I actually write comedy I go back to this one and I remind myself that yes, I can feel out how punchlines work. Also that I should write more origins, it's delightful.

tagging: @chrysalizzm, @imperialkatwala, @creetchure, @lennjamin-o7, @droidofmay

(don't feel obligated, any of you, I was just mentally paging through the people I follow trying to find people who hadn't already been tagged.)

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Fallen fates

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

summary: Rahaenyra’s second eldest daughter, married to Aemond surprisingly as a great marriage until he kills her brother kill lucerys AND she’s there to witness it…what would unfold from there?

warnings: Death of a character (Luke), violence, dragons fighting????? Idk angst but fluff will follow dw

Word count: 2k

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Returning back to dragonstone from the red keep after a year and half of marriage was supposed to be the most awaited return for y/n. Not that her marriage was excruciating it was quite the opposite. Aemond was a great husband contrary to her perception of him before they were married. She begged and fought with her mother Rahaenyra, when she was betrothed with Aemond but she with time their marriage turned out to be the most blissful thing in her life despite of the ugly king’s landing politics and the dislikes between two of their families.

However she returned to dragonstone with her family to attend her mother during the last days of her pregnancy. Aemond hated to be parted from her but she promised to send ravens and return soon enough.

Gods if only they’d known. The mayhem that was to follow after Viserys’ death. Y/n couldn’t fathom they’d conspire against her mother’s throne. Let alone send a plea for her to back down. She was aware Aemond might have some part in this, just as he was aware y/n wouldn’t submit to Aegon as king. They always swayed away the conversations on this subject and the current situation required them to face her.

All y/n considered to go down at the worst was a bit of bloodshed of some men who would’ve made good knights. A collateral damage for the beginning a new line. They mourned their dead sister but very soon enough were sent to be the crown’s help. The true crown.

Their mother made her three children who were to leave for different places for negotiation vow to not break into a fight. Jace was the eldest and Luke felt much more consoled talking to y/n about his bothers. Before they were about to leave he stopped y/n to talk to her but he hesitated to mention his actual worry to her. Y/n had known him well enough to sense that she didn’t buy his little I’m doing well charade and the second time he told her his actual whim, “I’m scared y/n! I’ve never done something of this importance before can’t you come with me?”

Her younger brother’s plea-full eyes pained y/n for having to refuse him “I would come with you but I have to get to the high garden myself.” She explained as Luke let out a dejected huff of that expected answer.

Lucerys simply nodded and carried off on his way with heavy steps. “Luke wait” she paced to him and stood ahead of him facing him again. “I am just as scared and I would wish for nothing more than for you to join me on my task. Not Jace, you.” She smiled trying to help his morale “You Lucerys are one of the bravest Dragonriders I know, you have the patience and the cunnings—just like mother mentioned lord borros would be delighted to see the prince of the realm. You will do just fine.”

“Jace is mad at me as it is-what if I fail mother?” He spoke looking down at his feet when y/n held his shoulders in her hands causing him to look at her.

“You might fail your task. I might fail. Jace as well. But you could never fail mother-whatever you do.” She explained “She has loved you ever since the first time she held you in her arms and no matter what happens she will continue to do so. Do you understand me?”

Lucerys held his shoulders a bit higher now nodding as her sister’s words motivated him enough to face his duties. “Yes!” He smiled at her, genuine this time “Thank you sister, truly.”

“Save me a seat at supper.” Y/n kissed the top of his head and smiled at him before the two of them took their leave.

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Y/n had a while before she took flight for high garden herself. Some letters that were to be prepared to be sent needed her attention, some accommodations. By the time she got on dragon back a storm had broke out, not enough to stop her flight but she wondered about lucerys.

He was afraid enough to leave for storm’s end from the moment they’d said goodbye. Like mother mentioned it was indeed a short flight. A thought ate her on the inside that something wouldn’t have been right with him.

Following up behind him just this once wouldn’t hurt. Jace had often been cross with y/n for always helping out luke. It made him resistant to deal with his problems on his own he’d say. Shrugging away her elder brother’s words she decided to fly for storm’s end. What good of a sister would she be if her brother was left to deal with his problems on his own? If she didn’t go to his aid when he needed her the most. Her instinct felt like luce could use the help. She knew he was well capable but a bit of support from her would be just fine.

Halfway through her storm’s end the downpour had been terrible. The water and the dark clouds in the air made it harder to fly through and see. Through the clouds she saw an emerging forthcoming figure in the clouds. It was inferable that it was a dragon but she wasn’t sure who it could be. Lucerys could be returning already it had been a few hours since she bid him goodbye he could be done with his part of negotiation with lord borros.

“Y/n!” Screamed a voice from across the cloud confirming y/n’s conclusions, it was lucerys.

“Lucerys?” Y/n screamed back loudly it was just as hard to hear as it was to see with the thunderstorm. As lucerys’s dragon figure approached nearer he took his flight ahead of her.

“Follow my lead y/n!” Lucerys spoke loudly gesturing her to turn her dragon around “We are being chased!”

“Chased?” Y/n responded loudly guiding her dragon to lucerys’s command yet it seemed difficult to keep both their dragons intact.

As the two of them passed through narrow cliffs of the sea Lucerys informed y/n “It is vahagar!” He spoke loudly “They’re after us!”

Vahagar? Y/n had yet to register vahagar’s presence. Surprised Vahagar would go unnoticed. She looked behind her only to find thick mass of raining clouds before a voice from above that caught her attention. A much familiar voice. Aemond. She looked up in the downpour as Aemond’s voice roared down the cliff. What debt was he talking about? It surely couldn’t be that ugly eye business y/n didn’t want to think of her beloved husband was to chase her brother down on his dragon this way…it couldn’t be.

Following Arrax’s lead y/n’s dragon dived behind it spewing fire onto vahagar. That is when Aemond had realised y/n was present amongst them as well. “ Skoros iksos se nūmāzma hen bisa?” She spoke in a volume to Aemond as vahagar dropped much lower chasing both the dragons. (What is the meaning of this?)

“No no no no no no-serve me vahagar!” Aemond exclaimed doing his best pulling the saddles and the ropes on vahagar but the beast remained unheard.

Both y/n and lucerys made atop the storm and dark clouds into the clearer sky. Only for a moment they seemed to have lost vahagar. Catching her breath she looked at lucerys on the side “Are you alri-“

Before she finished her sentence vahagar emerged from within the clouds snapping lucerys and his dragon in two shaking them off her mouth to fall into the sea. “No Vahagar! No-“ was the last thing y/n heard before vahagar knocked her off her saddle leaving her own dragon to pieces. She fell towards the sea in the falling wind on the route lucerys just had with the remains of her own dragon.

“Y/n!” Aemond yelled and had Vahagar chase downwards just as fast again, y/n fell before her dragon was turned into pieces. Following y/n down rapidly vahagar’s length finally came close to y/n’s figure as Aemond quickly pulled her into his own embrace on Vahagar.

Shocked and still registering everything that was happening y/n kept looking down. “Luke-“ she muttered. It was unable for her to fathom that lucerys had just died. Just as unfathomable that she was still alive. Close to her husband but Aemond felt a nightmare right now. A monster brought to life.

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Aemond brought the two of them to king’s landing again. He helped y/n off vahagar and then to walk inside the keep as she was unable to move, fazed. She couldn’t dare meet Aemond’s eye. How could he…? How was he capable of that?

She had yet to come across that lucerys had just died she hadn’t yet overcome that Aemond did that. He held her hand helping her walk but his touch felt disgusting. It felt wrong. And to think not only a day ago his touch was the safest place for her. His touch she held so dear, his kisses, his welcome—was a sense of comfort. Now his touch felt like it burned her. She wanted to push him off, scream at him, cry and cry until the ground takes her whole.

But she was too stunned to react. Tears brimmed her eyes but she barely registered them. As they reach inside the walls of the keep they were met with Alicent, looking at the two of them worried. Much much worries to see y/n there with him, both of them drenched. Her dress had torn from ends from when she fell off the saddle.

���Aemond? Y/n-my dear-“ Alicent spoke searching for the right questions to ask of their state. Aemond had held her hand but she hadn’t reciprocated that gesture it seemed as though she was only standing with his hand supporting enough. Before she could continue Aegon with her father, Otto approached the palace entrance.

“Ah my dear brother what do we have here!” Aegon greeted in his usual demeanour “Has your wife finally had the realisation to bend the knee? To the one true king?”

One true king? The first time since y/n had entered the red keep again she looked up, seething with tears that disguised their flow in her drenched attire. “What are you looking at? Go on, bend the knee. Your bitch mother would love to hear this.” Aegon jested with that being y/n’s last hit.

She got a hold of the dagger on Aemond’s side and rushed towards Aegon with the knife pointed at his throat “You are a traitor to the crown—you usurper cunt! Let’s just end this facade right here” the guards tried to attempt to get her off the king but Aemond stood tall behind his wife. Before matters could further anymore Aemond grabbed her away from her brother by her hands getting her to drop the blade on the floor.

“She attacked me!” Aegon yelled “She tried to murder your king! I will have her head for that!”

As the guards processed close to her Aemond held out his hand for all of them to stop in their place. “No you won’t.” He spoke with his holding y/n by her bicep, close to him.

“She committed a treason-I am the king!” Aegon’s voice roared through the walls as he looked at y/n who wasn’t scared of him, or loosing her life. Her bloodshot eyes looked at him with no fear.

“She is my wife! And to anyone who comes near harming her in any will be facing me!” Aemond spoke indicating aegon by referring to general mass and left the room leaving aegon to cry about his whims to their mother. He led y/n and himself to their shared chambers. The very same chambers that felt like a cage to her now. What would unfold of them if she stayed here long?

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An: hello PLEASEEEE I AM BEGGING let me know your thoughts also if you think the falling scene is a bit unrealistic don’t hate the player hate the game I won’t spoil it if you haven’t read the books but that’s happened in the grrm books 💀

Tags @stuckinaf4nfiction @witch-of-letters lmk if you want to be added x

[guarddogdyke]

alright, i need to scream for a minute. this is like 25% a mutual aid post and 75% i am going through it and need to vent my ungodly rage at corporate bureaucracy

so, for context, i have two supervisors, i’ll call them supervisor a and supervisor m. supervisor m is a delight to work with, she was able to help me get a good placement, albeit not one with an incredible pay rate, she always picks up calls, and is just generally polite to work with. supervisor a, on the other hand, complete opposite. just a massive pain in the ass. completely and totally insufferable. always sounds like he’s mad that i, a lowly employee, have the audacity to ask him for something like a site placement or, god forbid, the money i’m owed. the only “placement” he gave me was the one that decided that they didn’t fucking want me literally the day of training, and in order to contact him, i had to call several times a day for a week and a half just to get him to pick up. the one time he did actually pick up, he was on the road and told me he’d call me back in half an hour. didn’t hear from him for over a week.

during the failed placement supervisor a gave me, the site manager promised me wages for the time i had spent on site. that was a few weeks ago, and i still haven’t seen a cent of it. i talked to supervisor m about it, but unfortunately, supervisor m doesn’t have any sway over payroll. that’s entire supervisor a’s department. try to contact him repeatedly, doesn’t even pick up. i was on a call with supervisor m a few days ago, and along with some other questions, i asked her if she could tell supervisor a to please give me a call, which she says okay to. several days go by, and i get a call from him yesterday afternoon. i think, hey, he’s finally calling me to help resolve that payroll issue!

nope. he’s calling me to tell me that, due to having been inactive for over a month (i was out of state for a few months bc i was home from university, and unlike the state my university’s in, my home state requires a license to operate), my previous manager had put a temporary termination on me as an employee; basically, though i wasn’t fired, i was technically no longer an employee. what this means is that i need updated fingerprinting and background check paperwork. essentially, even though i had my first weekend last weekend, i can’t work this weekend, or until he’s able to actually get that in order, and, given how fucking great he is at being prompt, god only knows when that’s happening. i asked him to send me the info for the location, still hasn’t done that so i get to hound him again today. cool.

while i’m on the call, i bring up the payroll discrepancy. he fucking plays dumb with me, acts confused as to what i’m talking about. i tell him that the site manager at the location he’d sent me to had promised me wages for the five and a half hours i’d been there for training. i had to remind him in no uncertain terms that yes, i had been on site working for several hours, which i hadn’t seen a cent of payment for. here i am, a broke college student, arguing for my pay with a supervisor of a several billion dollar multi-national. it’s not even a hundred dollars i’m trying to get here, pennies in his book, but for me, it’s half a monthly car payment. it’s food. it’s what i need to fucking scrape by. eventually after several minutes, he just says he’ll get me the pay for it, and then hangs up.

i had to fight for several WEEKS to get a payment of less than $100.

i’m so fucking tired.

sorry for the long post. i’d love to go back to posting fun horny shit once i’m a little less keyed up.

as always, vnmo is $unfoundobjects, and anything helps. if you’ve read this far, thank you for putting up with my rant.

[whumpshaped]

shax & cassael playtime

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tw religious themes, self-blame, extreme guilt, cannibalism, gore, broken bones, blood, angel whumpee, demon whumper

Shax was rough. He was in a hurry, he was eager to do whatever he could fit into the one hour he'd been granted, and Cassael could very much tell. He was so hungry for the control and dominance he could assert over them for once, and he was desperate to take advantage of it to the fullest.

Well, he was hungry in every sense of the word.

"Please, stop!" Cassael shrieked when he took another chunk of their thigh, trying not to look at Shax's blood-soaked face. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"What're you even apologising for?" he asked between two bites, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You keep saying that."

"I don't know!" It hurt. Their whole body hurt, but the raw and exposed flesh on their leg was throbbing and radiating to every other part of them. It was pure agony, and they couldn't think. "I don't exactly know, I'm sorry, I don't even know what I have done. I don't– don't know why I am being punished... please, please I just want it to stop, whatever I did, I'm sorry..."

Shax absentmindedly dug his fingers into the wound, earning another high-pitched scream. "This isn't a punishment," he said in a tone that suggested even the stupidest of people should've been able to tell. He held up his hand that was now coated in Cassael's golden blood. "I'm just hungry, and this shit is the tastiest fucking thing around. This, and the way you get so anxious to see me. It's delicious."

"You wouldn't know," they sobbed. "You're not the one punishing me."

"Oh, we're playing that game." He grabbed their face and squeezed, claws digging into their skin and eyes blazing with the fury of someone who had been pushed aside for centuries at this point. "You think I'm a nobody."

"We both are! We all are!" They couldn't think of anything but the teachings instilled in them from the beginning of their existence. It was all coming out at the worst possible moment and there was no stopping it. Shax actually seemed taken aback by it.

"What?"

"You can't punish me... and, and you can't forgive my sins either... I– I need, need to repent, and–"

"Oh. Oh." He slowly let go, scoffing. "You angels... You're such a stupid lot. You're all so hung up on 'sin', and 'forgiveness', and 'God'. You're fucking idiots. Where's your God? Is He hearing all those apologies?"

"Yes," they said emphatically. "Yes, and if– if He decides not to save me, it's not because He can't."

"Have you ever thought that your suffering might just be entertaining?" Shax grabbed them by the arm, one hand on their wrist and the other on their upper arm; and then he snapped the bone like a twig. Cassael cried out in pain, sobbing and trying to pull away. Shax let them, watching them cradle their injured arm with nothing but glee in his eyes. "Have you ever thought that maybe He just loves seeing you like this? Maybe He's just like us, getting off on seeing you cry. Maybe we'd even get along."

Cassael shook their head frantically, distraught by the idea. God had a reason. God always had a reason. And it was not that He was conspiring with demons.

"You know what?" He grabbed them by that same arm again, yanking on it to make Cassael weep louder. He raised their hand to his mouth, biting off a finger quicker than Cassael could even process what was happening. But when they did, they couldn't hold back any of those delightful, pained sounds. "I think I actually quite like carrying out God's will."

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taglist: @the-scrapegoat @heavenlyeden @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @bloodinkandashes

[yoki-doki-then]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Halcyon

"There's too many bloody kids running around."

"Well, of course there are. It's Little Lady's Day."

A maid and butler take a reprieve by one of Ul'dah's larger fountains, seated on its edge. Nearby, their charge, a young lady as Lalafell as them, shows off her newest accessory to a gaggle of her peers. It's a tiara that's far too shiny, most of the appeal being given from glitter and a glossy varnish over cheap metal, but it delights the young ones regardless. For their elders? Gods, it's hard to look at. The sun just seems to hit all its sharp edges in a way designed to blind you.

So the maid continues to whine. "That headpiece is five times what it should cost. Frankly, I could get an authentic tiara for the same. And there's too many perfumes in the air; I can barely breathe! I swear, L-L-D is just an excuse for merchants to prey on everyone who wants to be a princess. I can't tell if Yoki smells of wood, of berry, of ocean, or of flower at this stage. I get hit with every sample she's indulged whenever we pass her."

"Mmm, it makes your sister happy, Toto," says the butler, Aiaika.

Totolili groans as he lays his head on his partner-in-servitude's lap, hoping to feel some of the fountain's succor on his brow. What was meant to be a fun bit of gender-roleplay turned out to be an exercise in finding out just how heavy a petticoat could be. How fragile an untrained gait could be in pumps. How suffocating a collar secured with a bow could be. And every time he tried to adjust this frilly uniform, his beloved was there to swat his hand, as he's no doubt sure hers was swatted when she trained for the job he's been playing at taking.

"Aika. I'm sorry. I need to shut my eyes for a spell. Just keep an eye on Yoki for a minute."

He feels his nose being flicked. "A maid doesn't relinquish her duties, nor a butler for that matter. There are less than human. They are as reliable as furniture." He hears the smile creep into her voice. "Though, a creaking chair does deserve Byregot's tender touch for doing its duty so well."

Toto shoots up, sitting perfectly, hands on his lap. "Yes, sir," he says, doing his best to mimic Aika's normal tone, but can't help but let a mix of way too many feelings on the suggestion turn it into a squeak. She scoots closer to him, and their fingers entwine at their sides, hidden from their charge's sight under the many, many folds of his skirt.

"... I wish I was more a part of her world, sometimes," Toto quietly says, leaning into his woman.

"Well, you could hardly be blamed. More than a decade between you."

"She spent so much time growing up bedridden. Some days I hoped she'd just fade away, finally. Mom and dad spent so much time at her side. I liked to tell myself it was for her sake that I wanted her pain to end, but I was a teenager, I know that I..."

"Everyone has dark thoughts. Good people don't indulge in them."

He sighs, hand reaching over to hold her arm. "Please never coddle me."

"I don't, and I won't."

"I just don't feel like a brother to her. I am. I try. But how do I relate? There's no shared struggle. I think a four-year difference could mean it'd be all right for me to bully her in a sport of some sort, but as many as we have? That's just cruel. It's like having to step back down the ladder of life to play pretend. I'm always wearing a mask around her. It's a happy one. But it is a mask. And I don't think I'll ever take it off."

Aika's fingers weave through his hair, which is long enough that his headdress looks more fitting than she's sure Toto would enjoy. The pads of her fingers weave circles against his scalp, the gentle rustling filling his ears, her thumbs giving the slightest pressure to his temple. "You wore a mask around me when we first met. Are you still wearing it now?"

"... No," Toto says. "I suppose not."

"You don't feel like you need to turn your nose up every time you saw me in the halls?"

"If I didn't, I would have stared."

It's Aika's turn to be quiet. She finds a hand reaching up to her head, coiling her unnaturally colored bob around an index. "... Hush, you," she says, before silencing him with what was meant to be a short kiss. But when Toto sinks back into her, it goes on. It goes on beyond what anyone should see in public. Nothing as sloppy as what desperate teens would do, but it's such a kiss of love that it makes people question their own lot in life. The kind of kiss where time freezes, because the world itself wants to watch.

"What're you doing?" asks their princess, a part of the world.

"G-guh!" says Toto, pulling back sharply. He looks at his little sister with wide eyes, their matching red orbs locking as he sees the princess in an outfit so layered it makes his maid uniform look positively breezy. Her hair is pulled up into two immaculately braided buns, jewels woven in their securing bands. "N-Nothing. Just..."

"My lady," starts Aika. "Your lordly brother was worried his breath would smell. I was inspecting."

"Hehe, bad breath."

"I do no-" Totolili realizes the peril of stockings, as they provide no protection from a silencing stomp. "I do."

"Can we go see the Songstress? I think she's performing soon?"

Yoki's maid and butler look at one another with a smile. They give one hidden squeeze with their entwined hands, and rise with palms demurely against their laps. A curtsey, a bow. Toto, of course, stumbles through the more complicated gesture.

"Okay!" Yoki says. "This way!" Somehow, she makes an eager jog look cute, and her charges call her name in their chase.

[phantomrose96]

Hello sorry to barge in with the word vomit/ramble, just wanted to let you know that god. Oh my god. You dont know how many things you’ve uncovered in me.

I started reading like, yesterday afternoon due to an animation for this fic, dreading over the word-count. I thought I could just read a little to catch a grasp of the fic, then put it to the side when my interest dies, and then 12 hours of reading happened and now I’m sitting awake at 1 AM wondering what the fuck happened to my emotions.

Cause?? I just?? Adored it so much?? The writing is such an experience to read, you just nail every single detail that just immerses me into the current scene or event. The amount of details picked and imbedded are just enough to fully paint a picture while also not overwhelming me with information. It was a Joy to read, and shone whenever a revaluation and/or breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we know all know which one). The tension parts always shakes me over with anxiety (like the teru v ritsu 2, one of my favorites), the tiny and wholesome moments are so well described too?? You know what’s happening and you know your heart it not coming out unscathed but nope, you sit there and take the pain as now the characters are allowed a sense of comfort and you realize how much they needed it after watching their lives turn into a slow motion titanic scene.

AND THE CHARACTERS, the characterization is immaculate I swear. Its so different from what I’m used to in the best ways plus more. I love how mob is just a confused kid trying his best and reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids?? His interactions with Ritsu is so tragic cause Reigen will just not let go of the fact that Ritsu is fucking thirteen and does not need this much stress condensed in him (god bless burger scene, also a favorite). And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation). The dude is just a walking car wreck that is slowly parking at the edge of a cliff. Just the way he snaps in the most unhinged and self destructive ways makes me want to set him down in a pile of blankets, because child you are not leaving until you book a therapist appointment. Teru makes him 10x worst its comical, they just hate each other, barfs at eachothers presence but also they’d entrust their lives to the other’s no problem, what are worst enemies with slight fond attachments are for (Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible). Ritsu’s journey throughout the fic has been a sight to witness, from him being a emotionally stunted mess to an emotionally stunted, but now slightly considerate, mess. Character development.

This story has been an absolute delight to finish, and my thoughts will still run wild for about a week. I cannot thank you enough for writing this and sharing this to the world of ao3.

(ABoT)

fbjhfbj eating this review eating this eating this

I'm!!!! Okay to approach this in pieces.

>breakdown happens to a character (no plural, we all know which one)

we all know which one....

I'm just saying this could still be about literally ANY character named Ritsu in this story.

Also yes!!! Another Ritsu vs Teru v2 enjoyer!! I was so goddamn excited getting to that part of the story. The role inversion between Ritsu and Teru. The weight of Ritsu making this a spirit possession battle against Teru of all people, and that being why Ritsu is able to hold his own against Teru who is so much stronger than him.

And absolutely ABoT is all about the small wholesome moments, cuz each and every one of those are wrestled in tatters out of the jaw of tragedy and misery which, to me, makes them extra special. The absolute fighting tooth and nail for happiness and betterment.

>reigen is just Some Guy who managed to completely tear down (or breach-) the emotional walls of every Kageyama kid in sight and just?? Let them know he’s there for them?? Let them be kids??

yep yep yep the double-meaning of "Breach" in the title. Breach trust. Breach the barrier. The role of lies and the role of trust in that very core element of Mob's barrier.

And I really adored writing all the Ritsu and Reigen interactions because they are. just. the worst for each other. But also Reigen is who Ritsu needs. And that hard fight to save Ritsu happens in the form of screaming matches that destroy a McDonalds and the massive decimation of innocent Build-A-Bears. The burger scene is. SO near and dear to my heart.

>And Ritsu. He is so insane it makes me want to blow up a house (positive connotation).

Ritsu "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna just go apeshit?" Kageyama. I love writing him as a foil against the Reigen and Mob plotline. Because both Reigen and Mob have been hurt, and their reponses are much more focused on how to heal themselves. Ritsu's been hurt (and Teru, too) and their responses are to lash out and hurt everything back. ABoT runs the whole spectrum of catharthis for just "You've been badly wronged. Wouldn't you just like to [heal] [have someone who cares] [seek revenge and destroy the world which destroyed you]?"

>(Ritsu realizing he was manipulating Teru all along, naturally? A well aimed strike that rattled my core, incredible)

I deeply loved writing the Teru and Ritsu plotline just every step of the way. And the hardest part was writing all the build up knowing the role-reversal was coming without tipping my hand--the part where Ritsu would surpass Teru in awfulness, where it would become Teru desperately clinging to morals and trying his hardest to stop Ritsu. And this all starts with the pivot in ch31 as Ritsu realizes he IS in a position to take advantage of Teru... because Teru sees him as a friend.

fkjfdnkjfddf thank you for this review! I'm eating it I'm eating it. You're talking about so many of the things that make me feral for this story and why I wrote it in the first place. It's the trauma it's the healing it's the character development it's the character regression it's the beating your bestie to death on a soccer field it's the taking a traumatized kid to get ramen it's the mindless destruction of a Build-A-Bear Workshop it's the manipulation it's the trying to do better it's the idea that self-sacrifice doesn't actually save the people around you who need you it's the different ways tragedy affects people it's the lighting a corpse on fire then slashing your own throat it's the adopting a kitten named Socks it's the corruption it's the possession it's the cursed Jade Statue that just follows you everywhere for no reason

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

18th July >> Mass Readings (USA)

Thursday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saint Camillus of Lellis, Priest.

Thursday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading Isaiah 26:7-9, 12, 16-19 Awake and sing, you who lie in the dust.

The way of the just is smooth; the path of the just you make level. Yes, for your way and your judgments, O LORD, we look to you; Your name and your title are the desire of our souls. My soul yearns for you in the night, yes, my spirit within me keeps vigil for you; When your judgment dawns upon the earth, the world’s inhabitants learn justice. O LORD, you mete out peace to us, for it is you who have accomplished all we have done.

O LORD, oppressed by your punishment, we cried out in anguish under your chastising. As a woman about to give birth writhes and cries out in her pains, so were we in your presence, O LORD. We conceived and writhed in pain, giving birth to wind; Salvation we have not achieved for the earth, the inhabitants of the world cannot bring it forth. But your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise; awake and sing, you who lie in the dust. For your dew is a dew of light, and the land of shades gives birth.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 102:13-14ab and 15, 16-18, 19-21

R/ From heaven the Lord looks down on the earth.

You, O LORD, abide forever, and your name through all generations. You will arise and have mercy on Zion, for it is time to pity her. For her stones are dear to your servants, and her dust moves them to pity.

R/ From heaven the Lord looks down on the earth.

The nations shall revere your name, O LORD, and all the kings of the earth your glory, When the LORD has rebuilt Zion and appeared in his glory; When he has regarded the prayer of the destitute, and not despised their prayer.

R/ From heaven the Lord looks down on the earth.

Let this be written for the generation to come, and let his future creatures praise the LORD: “The LORD looked down from his holy height, from heaven he beheld the earth, To hear the groaning of the prisoners, to release those doomed to die.”

R/ From heaven the Lord looks down on the earth.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia. Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest, says the Lord. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 11:28-30 I am meek and humble of heart.

Jesus said: “Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Camillus of Lellis, Priest 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Thursday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading 1 John 3:14-18 We ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.

Beloved: We know that we have passed from death to life because we love our brothers. Whoever does not love remains in death. Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that anyone who is a murderer does not have eternal life remaining in him. The way we came to know love was that he laid down his life for us; so we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. If someone who has worldly means sees a brother in need and refuses him compassion, how can the love of God remain in him? Children, let us love not in word or speech but in deed and truth.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 112:1-2, 3-4, 5-7a, 7b-8, 9

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Blessed the man who fears the LORD, who greatly delights in his commands. His posterity shall be mighty upon the earth; the upright generation shall be blessed.

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Wealth and riches shall be in his house; his generosity shall endure forever. Light shines through the darkness for the upright; he is gracious and merciful and just.

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Well for the man who is gracious and lends, who conducts his affairs with justice; He shall never be moved; the just one shall be in everlasting remembrance.

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

An evil report he shall not fear. His heart is firm, trusting in the LORD. His heart is steadfast; he shall not fear till he looks down upon his foes.

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Lavishly he gives to the poor, his generosity shall endure forever; his horn shall be exalted in glory.

R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord. or R/ Alleluia.

Gospel Acclamation John 13:34

Alleluia, alleluia. I give you a new commandment: love one another as I have loved you. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 15:9-17 You are my friends if you do what I command you.

Jesus said to his disciples: “As the Father loves me, so I also love you. Remain in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and remain in his love. “I have told you this so that my joy might be in you and your joy might be complete. This is my commandment: love one another as I love you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. I no longer call you slaves, because a slave does not know what his master is doing. I have called you friends, because I have told you everything I have heard from my Father. It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you. This I command you: love one another.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[ashparthenopaeus66]

i love the word “haven”

haven means : a place of safety or refuge. yes, it does sound like heaven, literally and technically but there is a huge difference.

heaven is a place of safety but it’s also the place where you go only when you have to, after a tragic event, from which you didn’t come out alive.

haven can be any place that you find comfortable and safe, where your heart feels like it’s home and your lungs can breathe without the fear of judgement wrapping around you if you share your interests and opinions in this location.

for example, the show modern family is my safe haven. it is my comfort show to watch whenever i feel like i am not enough, not worth to be alive.

that masterpiece of a show has helped me tremendously. it’s one of the biggest reasons to successfully stop my uniquely wired brain (from becoming my most cunning and creative enemy), who is a total arse and loves to ruin my mood by playing all kinds of bad thoughts in my mind, incessantly.

And lastly, the most noticeable difference between haven and heaven is that the latter is infamous for being a home of flowers, faeries and fabled gods. On the other hand, the former is a place where only you can go and if you want, you can invite someone (who’s close to your heart) to your personal sanctuary. And i know a safe place is not filled with flowers, butterflies and all happy stuff, much less gods from the skies. But you have to remember that all that happy stuff is a want, not a need. Safety and comfort are absolutely important needs.

So if a place, being the harbour for your heart (and beautiful soul) doesn’t have faeries or unicorns flying around in it, i don’t think you would actually mind or even notice the fact. because you would be just safe and sheltered enough to forget all your worries and maybe even your unending pain.

all those thoughts related to the trauma you have acquired (not by choice) owing to the terrifying and inhumane events you have gone through, will quietly be shoved to the farthest corner of your mind and you will be able to think about the things you adore with all your heart, inevitably bringing you immense tranquillity and joy.

so, i implore you, to find a safe haven (in a physical location or a book or a tv show. dealer’s choice) and visit it as often as you want to, whenever you need serenity. adore and appreciate that sanctum, the only place that is an oasis of equanimity amidst the bustling city.

hightail it to that place when you need to momentarily banish thoughts regarding your champagne problems, which have stopped you in your tracks countless times and have made you feel crestfallen while you’re inaudibly sobbing in your bed at 3 am in the night.

whenever you need to forget how your own parents betrayed you at every level possible, how they made your blood run cold through deceitful games and mind-bending trickery, you must find yourself tucked safely in your bed, watching that comfort show or reading that favourite book as tears run down your face and wet your silk pillowcase. because you’re mourning the death of your innocence, ardour and trust.

yes, you can and will be blaming your own guardians (joke of a word at this point) for robbing you of your warmth and light-heartedness. for bestowing the priceless inheritance of irreversible damage, lacerations on your soul, emotional scars and bruises, trust issues and the ability to never sleep peacefully again. additional benefits include losing sense of self ; becoming insecure about your body and hating it eventually, with every fibre of your being ; chronic pain ; developing persistent depressive disorder and many more delightful treats you will surely love (because you never asked for them and who doesn’t love horrifying surprises).

dear reader, get out your map, locate that safe haven and make it your asylum when you are in need of complete and undisputed privacy and contentment. pack your bags and run to it as many times as your soul demands.

and KEEP THAT PLACE CLANDESTINE, since the greatest luxuries in life are your secrets.

in conclusion, never forget how much love, care and affection you deserve, the same kind you give to others. you need to understand this, you can easily gain the weight of toxic people (because you didn’t understand the psychological warfare until it was too late and you were trapped) and lose it, believe me, you could do it.

and my farewell note (with love from the extreme depths of the nucleus resting beneath my breastbone) to you : your love should be celebrated, not tolerated.

lyrics from the songs dear reader and tolerate it by artist Taylor Swift have been a little modified and used in this post. All the credit for those lyrics certainly goes to the talented singer.

the entire piece is my original work.

thank you for taking the time and reading the whole piece and this caption. i sincerely appreciate it.

take care <3