#and I think I succeeded for the most part

[jack-of-heartstrings]

OH HOLY SHIT, ANARKA FANART??? This literally made my morning. I absolutely adore her and I never see this level of appreciation. She looks amazing!!!

I'm not sure about the past stuff, given Crocoduel goes out of its way to make it clear there was some huge miscommunication. It's very likely neither of their stories is quite the truth. But he says their record saved him after she left him, and she says it tore them apart, so it SOUNDS LIKE something might have happened where either they were "taking a break" or he wildly misunderstood her being upset with him as leaving him or something, and she didn't think it was over but he did, and then he went and got famous on his own, and she took it as going behind her back/abandoning her. Or something?

It would... honestly be kind of grimly funny if her pregnancy was directly a factor, too. She has anger issues even now. I could fully imagine her getting worse because early hormones and neither of them realized yet that was why. Either way, given Jagged knew Luka's name and how Anarka adamantly refused to talk about him, I kind of assume it was her choice to be full no-contact. A stubborn "I don't want your money. You made it clear you didn't want to be part of this family and I don't want you around in any capacity." Dumbass goes on to write My Guitar Is My Only Family to vent his feelings about that with no idea his kids will grow up loving the song. 😔

EITHER WAY...

God I love her. Like... One of the writers described her as "the mom everyone wants unless she's yours." She's fascinating to me.

She clearly does still have anger issues, but "your sister and I are the only ones I've never wanted to throw overboard." I still have to imagine that's a big part of why Juleka's so timid and Luka's so emotionally mature. That even if it wasn't aimed at them, Juleka still grew up watching her go off on other people and never wanted to risk adding to her stress. That Luka is like this partly due to learning to watch for times Juleka was holding her tongue, and partly because he himself was more stubborn and abrasive for a while. That Anarka always did her best to keep herself more in check when dealing with the kids but she and Luka still used to get into arguments about things like her refusing to disclose any information about their dad, leading to him often running off to the bridge to calm down, like he's mentioned to Marinette. And that learning to accept and process all that has led to his "it's not worth it" and walking away faster from arguments now.

I still imagine she's always done her best and succeeded for the most part. She supports the kids in everything they want to do. I've been a little feral over the cameo in Sublimation showing her teaching music and fully want to believe that's been her job for a long time, in other schools, because yeah that makes sense. Turning her passion into a more mundane job that helps other people... And that makes Luka's dream of not being a musician but giving other people the gift of music in another way that much better. 🥹

Also?

Her name is Anarka Couffaine. LIKE... It can be loosely translated as "Anarchy of the coffin" (/"from the grave"?) AND it's a pun on acouphène / "tinnitus". I am 1,000% convinced this woman as a musician gave herself the edgiest stage name imaginable, legally changed it, and then just casually passed that name onto her kids. Her name was probably like, Nancy or something. (Anything "less cool" could work but that one could explain Jagged calling her Nanarky.) She just straight up went "I make my own rules" and then she did forever.

Also the Liberty is just insanely cool on its own. Delighted that it immediately became the designated Hangout Spot from its introduction onward as it should. Anarka just letting twenty kids casually come and go at all hours like. God I love her.

Young Anarka

I dunno… Like

Her past intrigued me the most out of all the adult characters, and I can't understand her mix with Jagged. Like, he cheated on her and she got pregnant? They had an open relationship? Or did they only share intimacy? Why did she never tell her kids about their father? And why didn't their father pay child support lmao…

[dragonshoardofworks]

Reincarnation Everlasting Trio Part 1 (DPxDC)

(I started this when my idle brain was disassociating on a job that I don't dislike but my boss is an ass, so go me, yey!)

And look at that! I managed to finish Part 1 just in time for Valentine's day!

Prompt: TUE happened (the timeline is a bit messed up, tho, so not everything followed the number of the episodes), but Clockwork didn't reverse the second explosion.

Danny, not wanting history to repeat itself, fakes his death along with his family and friends in the Nasty Burger and after ransacking the lab plus destroying the Portal (& FentonWorks since he's making it look like it was a full Ecto-filter's fault), he gtfo.

Danny's pretty done with life, but since he's a halfa, he's functionally immortal, so the only way to get "eternal sleep" is something similar to Pariah's sarcophagus.

But contrary to what the Ancients did back then, Danny would hide his coffin himself where no one would find him.

In a place rich of ambient ectoplasm (to power up the tech that would keep him “safe”), but inaccessible to anyone who doesn't have intangibility and even then he would put up an Ecto-shield to prevent anyone to bypass the solid bedrock that he would use as natural barricade.

Amity is not a safe Ecto-rich place anymore because of Vlad, so the next best city seems to be Gotham, what with the ley lines and several ghost curses layered on there.

So Danny digs a chamber hundreds meters under Gotham and builds from scratch his prison, going out only three or four times to get some missing scraps and just enough food and water to let him finish the job (completely ignoring the new vigilantes starting to go out at night).

(He meets Robin!Dick once and most likely a still-stray Jason, but he quickly forgets about them, since he's too depressed to care.)

Once finished the project, Danny goes stargazing as Phantom at the highest point of the city one last time, where (a still not overly paranoid) Batman converges to assess him as a threat.

The two talk and have a heart-to-heart (mostly because Bruce sees another grieving kid like Dick and tries somehow to help), but nothing B says is enough to make Phantom desist from what Bruce thinks is commiting suicide.

However, Danny still thanks him for trying and for treating him like a person (Anti-Ecto-Acts are mentioned during their talk and you can bet that later B is gonna check on them) and that Batman is going to be a good dad for his kids.

(This comment leads later to a kinder timeline than the mess that is canon. ꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱ )

Danny manages to snatch one hug from the man, then he flees to the secret chamber, where he “goes to sleep” after engaging every lock and shield.

Even if Batman managed to tag Danny with a bug, he misses his signal once he goes underground and that makes him regret not being able to save him.

Maybe if he had been more open and emotionally reachable, he would have succeeded?

(...and that's how Bruce starts to go to therapy, but shhhhh!)

Years pass and Danny stays as a Sleeping Beauty, however, despite being good at science, he doesn't know everything, so he couldn't have imagined that water would filter through the rock and start pooling inside the chamber (the equipment is luckily waterproof).

However, the passive Ecto-radiation and the small amount of pure ectoplasm that leaks from the top of the filter, makes the water slowly turn into its Lazarus variant.

Though, contrary to LoA’s Water, this Lazarus Pit is pure and uncorrupted due to the filtering machines. 

Over the years (~15… 😏) the water digs through the chamber and shapes it into a cave that eventually connects to the Batcave. 

Maybe the cave-in of a wall, makes some of the Robins go and check if the stability of the ground is still sound and find the Lazarus Pit that covers (almost) completely both the shield and sight of what's under the surface.

When the kids report, B asks for a complete scan of the Pit and it results in discovering that there's something at the bottom.

So they send an aquatic probe to look into it directly and come up to the coffin that has something written on the top in case some ghost did manage to find Danny's spot but not enter the barrier.

(The probe, being “normal”, is able to pass without problem through the shield, though.)

The text is written in multiple languages (just in case) and reads:

“Here lies Danny Phantom. Please do not disturb me while I'm resting, as I want to half-live the saying ‘I’ll sleep when I'm dead.’”

For the first time ever, Damian snorts in genuine amusement aloud and doesn't notice (the other Bats do and start freaking out), but then the camera zooms to the face of the boy inside the coffin and Bruce does a double take as he recognizes the kid he wasn't able to save.

That moment of shock is enough to make the man freeze and not be able to react in time to Damian lunging to the Pit and diving directly inside of it. 

The BatFam starts to freak out even more and try to direct the probe to go and save Damian, but at the end they just manage to see live what he's doing.

Like it's just a normal salvage, Robin!Damian just ignites the instant floating buoys and that makes all the equipment emerge, with Damian sitting on the top of the coffin, completely ignoring the calls of the Bats. 

Immediately, Damian starts hacking the controls of the coffin, but it's not needed since as soon as he starts typing, the computer lights up and seemingly recognizes him, giving him immediate full access. 

Still ignoring the calls (no one can reach him since he's too far from the shore), Damian disengages the lock and “defrosts” Danny.

It takes a bit for him to wake up, but as soon as Danny starts to blink blearily, Damian is into his face, shouting.

“‘I'll sleep when I'm dead’? Really, Danny? You absolute moron!” 

It takes a couple of seconds to register anything, but as soon as he does, Danny gasps and leaps at Robin, snake-bear hugging him, as he climbs and clings all over the other boy.

(If either of them is crying while laughing, no they aren't: it's just the lingering Lazarus Water on their faces.)

Too scared to accidentally trigger the unknown “being” into constricting Damian to death, the BatFam waits, analyzing the interaction.

(Cass silently reassures them that they aren't a threat.) 

“How?!” It's the first thing that ‘Phantom’ says, leaning a bit back to cup their hands on Damian's face, trying to look into his eyes, but the mask is in the way.

Casually, Robin unmasks himself (!!) and smirks smugly, holding the meta(?) by the waist.

“You do remember that incident at the Egyptian Exhibit, don't you?” A nod, accompanied by a desolate puppy-like expression. “Did you really think that I would have waited that long to come back and find you?”

This time the tears are undeniable and, to hide them, the being buries their head in the crook of Damian's shoulder, clinging harder, but not enough to harm him. 

“Where's Sam?” The being asks, muffled, after a while.

“No clue, I just started remembering from reading the pun and seeing your face.”

“Humph, that checks out. ...We'll have to go and look for her, since she's twice as stubborn as you and so she would have come back too.” Damian snorts in amusement, but nods. There's a pause, then Danny jolts, leaning back from him to look at the other better with a frown.

“Wait, why are you drenched in ectoplasm?!” He looks around and sees the Pit. “Wtf dude, this is so not healthy for you, com’on, I have to decontaminate you, you moron!”

(At this, Danny gets so many points in B’s books.)

“Nah, don’t bother.” Damian shrugs, putting a hand on his own chest. “I know my body and with the memory of past me coming back, I think I’m already on the way of becoming a halfa? At least, the humming beside my heart feels much like your Core.”

Danny startles and puts his own hand on the other’s to assess himself.

“Before taking a dip in this Pit to salvage your ass, it wasn’t noticeable, but the ectoplasm must have fed it enough to become active.” Damian guesses as Danny examines the evidence.

“Not ‘on the way’, try ‘already are’. How’s that even possible?” Danny gapes.

“Sweet! Now we can go flying together!” Damian beams.

“Forget that for a second and answer me! This feels like a complete baby-Core, much like mine right after the Accident, but at the same time it’s older?” Danny frowns. “Like 15 or so years old.” Looks up at Damian in confusion.

“That checks out. My current grandfather is a cultist revenant ass (*BatFam gasps in shock*) who’s obsessed with using Pits of corrupted ectoplasm to stay alive. I got tossed inside one a couple of times to be revived as well and I don’t doubt for a second that some of it was used to develop me in the artificial womb.”

“Duuuude, how does your new life sound more crazy than ours back then?”

“The merit of choosing to be reincarnated as the heir of a vigilante Father,” Damian points at the Bats with a thumb, making Danny notice them for the first time, “the ‘curse’ of an interesting life and the chance to meet you again, I guess.”

After a glance that promises ‘we’ll talk about that later’ to Damian, Danny turns properly to the BatFam and startles at seeing Batman. “Oh, it’s the Bat-dude!” Quick glance at the rest of the people, “I knew you would be a good dad! Tucker wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise!” 

There are various splutters from every BatFam member and Damian grumbles in embarrassment.

“Wait, you know him B?” Red Robin side-turns towards Batman, frowning. “There’s no report of him in any file of the Batcomputer. And I’ve read all of them.”

“...Because I never wanted a record of my failure glaring back at me. I already gave myself a hard time as it was, it would have made things worse and Black Canary agreed with that assessment.” B admits.

“What failure?” Jason (who has another vigilante name, since, you know, the Red Hood moniker was to spite B and in this timeline there’s no need for that) gapes.

“Probably me coming down here to get some ‘Eternal Sleep’.” Danny shuts off the barrier, picks up Damian and flies with him on the shore, phasing the residual ecto from their forms. “You thought it was an euphemism for suicide, not literal, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, you did give that impression. Are you alright, son?” B looks at Damian, still not outing his civilian name to be on the safe side.

“Of course, Father. This Ectoplasm Pit has none of the junk Grandfather’s has. Danny knows his stuff and his Ecto-filters are the top notch. (Danny blushes in the bg at the praise) Heck, it could even be used to cure Pit Madness or to revive people without it in the first place.”

“Let’s not try it, please!” Danny hastily intervenes, “No dying for anyone in my family allowed now that I’m back!” 

“Dude, we aren't immortal and you know that.” Damian shoulders Danny in scolding.

“They aren't immortal, you mean. You're a halfa now. Death won't stick on us in any way that matters, so I don't want anyone getting KiA at least. If they get to the point of being old and happy, then I'm fine with them going to rest. But don't think that I will leave your side any time soon.” Danny says pointedly at Damian, who bristles.

“That's completely insane, you can't be everywhere and above all you can't stalk me everywhere! I'm Robin, Batman's right hand, I won't be babysat when I have more experience than you no-” Damian's rant gets silenced by Danny kissing him.

Even after he lets go, Damian's brain is still blue screening while the BatFam is either gaping or catcalling.

“Tucker, or whatever you new name is, why do you think I went to sleep there after you all died in your past life?” Points at the coffin. “You remember that ‘Other Me’?”

“Vaguely, details are still a bit fuzzy, but he didn’t say much anyway after he tied us to the boiler…” Damian blinks, still a bit dazed by the kiss, but then grimaces at Danny’s flinch.

“Yeah, well, he actually went insane after losing you since that gave him an Obsession Failure. He broke down so deeply and irreversibly that it twisted him enough that accepting Vlad’s help led him to being the Scourge of Humanity. I-I… promised you to never become like him, so… this was the only way I could do that. I didn’t know what else to do, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you after all!” Danny breaks down, crying and sobbing and collapsing against Damian, as he cradles him in his arms.

Damian tries to console him with both physical affection (hugs and caresses) and murmuring reassurances (things like ‘it’s okay, it’s alright, it’s not your fault’) until the outburst slows down and his latest proposition catches Danny’s attention.

“Do you want to meet Batcow? She’s a true sweetheart, her therapist abilities are without equals among the living.”

“...You have a pet cow?” Danny’s voice is still rough with tears, but his disbelief is unmistakable.

“Of course I can have a pet cow! I saved her from an inhumane slaughterhouse, what I’ve seen there even made me swear off meat!” Damian!Tucker says righteously, but then realization sinks in as he stares with growing horror into Danny’s wide eyes.

“Oh Ancients, I’ve become like Sam! And I can’t even go back on the belief of my new life because both she and my current self have a point!”

That seems another breaking point, because Danny starts laughing so hard that he’s crying again.

“It’s not funny Danny, I’m having a crisis here!” Damian!Tucker cries in despair (to hide the relief that his best friend/crush/future boyfriend? isn’t as hopeless and depressed as before) as he lightly shakes the other, making him laugh even harder.

(He won’t let him go either. As Damian, now Tucker has all the skills he lacked in his past life and can protect his People. He won’t fail again.)

[sapphicapocrypha]

♡ (𝐎𝐡) 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 ♡

💋 𝕷. 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖚 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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💋𝐀𝐨𝟑

— no beta we die like lilia, minors dni—

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"Where have you been?" Lilia asked sharply when you came home in the middle of the night again. She tugged at the string that switched on the table lamp and crossed her arms, already in her nightie but with her hair still pinned up.

"Work?" You dropped your bag somewhere on the floor and shrugged off your coat. "The job I took on so we might one day get out of this hole?"

"Bullshit." The wrinkles around her lips deepened when she pursed them, lifting her hand that had a plastic bag dangling from it. You saw the logo. Fuck. "Who are they for?"

One by one, she fished the lacy G-strings from the bag and dropped them on the floor, quirking her eyebrow in expectation of an answer she already knew she wasn't going to accept.

"It's not what you think, Lilia." You picked the lingerie up as you approached her and put it on the table.

She shoved at you when you tried to collect her hands and turned away, sniffling. "Do I know her?"

"You silly old lady," you said and pulled out a chair for her, filling a glass of water under the sink.

"Is that it? You needed someone younger?" Lilia rested her forehead in her palm, hiding her eyes from you, shoulders slumped. "Someone less kookoo?"

Setting the glass in front of her, you sat down at the table, and this time succeeded in taking her hand, the one on her knee. "There is no one else."

"Then who are these for?" she huffed, flipping the panties up with her finger.

You blushed and leaned back, inhaling. "They're for you. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and—don't start, I know, I know."

Lilia scoffed. "For me? You want me to believe that?"

This really wasn't how you thought this would go. For months, you'd worked your ass off trying to save money for this special surprise, and then you were foolish enough to leave half of it lying around in a clairvoyant witch's home. You should've known better. Well, time to get yourself out of this mess—if that was even still an option.

Brushing your thumb over Lilia's knuckles, you waited until she met your gaze. It still made your heart flutter. "I didn't take the job to save up for an apartment. Not primarily, at least."

"What for, then?"

"To take you out for a weekend at a fancy hotel and—with some extras. This weekend."

Lilia's lips parted, and she blinked a couple of times. "Why—?"

You had to suppress a laugh when you thought about how to explain this to her. "Our bed is very small, don't you think?"

"Yes, it is," Lilia answered but was visibly still confused as to what that had to do with the hotel. You watched the cogs turn, and then her eyes snapped back to yours. "Oh!"

You nodded, amused, and left your chair to perch on Lilia's lap, lacing your arms around her neck. The mascara on her lower lashes had smudged a bit, and her eyes still had some redness to them. You wiped under them and cupped her cheek. "Feeling better, momma?"

Rubbing her hands up and down your waist, Lilia nodded, and you pressed your lips to her hairline. "Let's go to bed then."

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The most luxurious hotel you could afford was one with the architecture of a castle—high ceilings, stucco, four-poster beds made for royalty. It wasn't a panorama-view skyscraper, but it was, against everything you stood for, romantic.

Nosy as she was, Lilia had tried to peek into the gym bag you had packed on multiple occasions, but you knew your witch too well and took precautions. The garden was the size of a football field at least, if not two, and had a fountain in the middle—though, if everything went according to plan, the two of you wouldn't be leaving your room once this weekend.

Eat, sleep, fuck. That was the itinerary.

Arriving in your room, Lilia's eyes lit up at the sight of the grand bed. She sat on the end and bounced, testing its softness, and bit her lip. Her feet didn't reach the ground; it was adorable. You laughed, and she let herself fall into it, letting out a reverberating sigh of joy. Stashing the gym bag back beside the bed, you kicked off your shoes and climbed on, crawling up her body until your face hovered over hers, just a kiss away.

"This is perfect, sweetie," she said, pulling you down by your nape. The kiss started slow and soft, but the thought of seeing her in the lingerie you'd picked out ignited a fire in your core that had you push your tongue between her lips until she welcomed it into her mouth. A quiet moan slipped past, and, in an effort to get closer to her, you bumped your knee between her legs, making her shudder.

"Oh, baby..." she hummed, taking a breath and catching your lips anew. Your fingers twined into her curls, covering themselves in strands of silver, and you couldn't help but leave her mouth and nip at her jawline, following a wrinkle down to her throat. "Wait..."

You let off and looked at her with a questioning expression.

"We've got time," she said. "Let's not rush this."

You massaged your thumb into the side of her neck. "You're right. I haven't even shown you my gift."

"Those flimsy panties?"

"No." You laughed. "There's more. But... speaking of it—why don't you try them on?"

You expected Lilia to protest, but she simply smirked and took the little bag from you as well as her own and disappeared into the bathroom.

The wait was excruciating.

Playing with the fine, white bedsheet, you considered whether you should change yourself or get naked right away, but Lilia was right: there was no rush. One thing at a time. Lilia was still getting used to this, and she needed you to be stable and patient.

The bathroom door opened, and not only did Lilia wear the golden mesh bra and g-string that matched her magic in color, but she also wore a flowing, see-through dressing gown over it. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was the fabric she'd been working with for weeks now. Thin chiffon, if you had to guess. Dark mauve. Tied in a neat bow at the waist, like a true present.

"You're staring," Lilia teased, and you scrambled to the end of the bed where she came to stand between your legs. Your hands found the curve of her hips on their own accord, feeling the chiffon, and beneath, her soft, supple skin, handfuls of it. The golden bra, sprinkled with the tiniest diamond splitters, peeked through and offered just the right place to kiss.

"Can you blame me?" You glanced up at her with utter adoration. "Look at you. You're perfect. So," you stamped more kisses to the swell of her breast, "mesmerizing. God, you're making me drip."

Lilia ran her fingers through your locks, humming low. She responded so well to your praise, and you dared say her confidence in her own body had grown over recent weeks because of it. You kneaded her flesh, caressed over her ass, and squeezed it, traced the gentle rolls on her back, and took the ribbon between your teeth, untying the robe to reveal her stomach.

More to kiss.

As you pecked down the middle of her stomach, Lilia sat beside you and diverted your attention to her lips, indulging in a long, wet kiss, her hand on your thigh, fingers twisting into your trousers.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you murmured as you pulled away, and Lilia smiled.

Reaching into your gym bag, you took out a box wrapped in shiny, red paper and gave it to Lilia. She set it on her lap and opened it with nimble fingers, pausing when she saw the content. Her breath hitched, and her fingers were unsteady when they ghosted over the items.

"We don't have to use all of them," you backtracked, fearing to have overwhelmed her. "Consider it more of a... suggestion box."

"Honey, I..." Lilia trailed off and picked up a small purple vibrator, turning it between her fingers.

"Yes?"

She put it back between the strap and handcuffs and set it aside, her posture slumping a little as if not sure what to say. You gave her time.

"Since we started... this—and with everything we tried and you're... You're amazing, you know?"

You couldn't tell whether this was going to be bad news or a love confession. Bravely, you reached for Lilia's hand and entwined your fingers, squeezing them.

"I've been getting these dreams. Of us."

Now that was interesting.

"Ah?" You smirked and brushed her collarbone, making her shiver. "Tell me more."

"There's a thing that keeps coming up, and I think... I think I really want it. To try it, at least."

Licking your lips, you gently pushed Lilia to lie on her back and kissed her, talking in between.

"Start at the beginning, my love," you said and parted the dressing gown to cup Lilia's breast through the bra, making her gasp. Her nipple hardened after a few swipes of your thumb, poking through the shimmering mesh, whimpering for your attention. You kissed it, over the mesh, rubbed, and pulled the bra down to expose the rosy peak to the air. Goosebumps pebbled up all over her chest.

"You wear a," she sucked in a breath as you blew air over her nipple, "strap-on, and I—I enchant it. On my knees. In front of you."

"I like the sound of that." You flicked your tongue against her and watched her chest flutter with a scattered intake of breath. Then a suck, then some more, and you already pulled the first noises of pleasure from her. Her tits were so sensitive.

"I lick it while I cast the spell," Lilia continued, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensations, "and weave my magic around the shaft with my tongue."

With a plop, you released her nipple from your mouth and took your affections lower, tickling her sides and burying yourself in her tummy. It gave in beneath you, melted away, and crinkled. You couldn't help but moan into her while toying with the strings around her hips.

"Go on, tell me everything," you coaxed and followed the curve of her thigh down to the crease connecting it with her vulva. The skin was already scaldingly hot and the hairs sticking out from under the slim cover of the panties were dewy. You traced the edge, up and down, up and down, until Lilia whimpered with impatience. "I'll continue if you do."

Lilia's thigh trembled when you grabbed it, pushing it open to make room for yourself.

"You—you start to feel it—the strap," she stammered, training her heavy-lidded eyes on you, "as if it were real."

"We lay down, and you—" Enjoying the tease, you ran your thumb over the front of the panties, and when you reached the hem, pulled them taut over her, so that the thin string pressed between her soaked folds. "Mh! Oh, God!" You pulled harder, tugged it around. "You fuck me." She squirmed, grabbing for any part of you. "And you come—inside and all over me!"

Releasing her panties, you soothed her with kisses to her inner thighs and purred, "You want to be my cumslut?"

"Don't make fun of me," Lilia whined, embarrassment flickering through as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

And you hadn't even started.

"I'm not." Hooking your arms under her plush thighs, you brushed your kisses closer to her center and sucked here and there, electrifying her nerves. "You know I love to indulge your every whim."

"Then what are you doing right now?" she asked, throwing her head back into the pillows in defeat.

"Driving you mad?"

"Right," she growled, and, cruel as you were, you wiped your index finger over the drenched panties covering her slit. "C'mon, baby. Be good for momma."

The change in tone had its desired effect on you, especially when Lilia propped herself up and raked her fingers over your scalp, guiding you towards the source of heat that simmered under the ornamented gold. Lured by her scent, you moved the string aside and revealed her pink, glistening folds to you.

Lilia sucked in a breath as you skimmed over them and held it when you spread her between thumb and index finger. Her clit was swollen, throbbing with blood, and so hot when you first took it on the tip of your tongue.

"That's it, baby!" Lilia sighed and plummeted into the pillows, keeping her hand on the back of your head, nails ready to scrape.

With a swift motion, you tugged at her thighs and lifted her hips to get a better angle, fingers wound around them in a bruising grip. You toyed with her clit—grazed with your teeth, rolled it back and forth with your tongue, suctioned around it with your lips—and made a whining mess of her, writhing in your grip, arching, touching her pretty tits in desperate pursuit of pleasure.

She was too close, you decided, and loosened your hold on her thighs, proceeding to lay her down and caress her legs. Her pussy was a mess, her opening pulsing and threads of arousal sticking to her fine grey hairs. Even those quivered as she heaved in breaths.

"Must you always be so cruel?"

"You know why," you said and shifted up a bit so you could spare her neglected breasts some affection while your hand rested, warm and teasing, on her lower stomach.

"Do we really have to ruin the sheets this early on?" Lilia complained but held you to her cleavage as you kissed each individual freckle and wrinkle.

Unconcerned, you answered, "I saw fresh ones in the wardrobe."

"That's not what I was asking, smart ass." Lilia smacked your butt, and you withdrew, staring at her with a raised eyebrow. "Don't pretend you don't feel amazing when I make you squirt."

"True," Lilia admitted, "but you frustrate me. I'm not a patient woman. Too old for that."

"And yet you want to ride my strap," you said, and smugly aimed for her lips, already kissed raw. "Not too old for that, huh?"

"Don't tease." She patted your cheek and stole another kiss from you, groping your still-clothed body and tugging at your shirt until you sat up and pulled it over your head. The right choice—the sensation of her round breasts pressing against yours made your head spin. "Now finish what you started, little one. Or Momma will get angry."

You didn't leave without trailing your lips along the front of her throat, stimulating the delicate, sensitive skin. Sitting between her legs, you helped her out of the G-string since it was ruined anyway and only an obstacle for everything to come. This time, you shouldered her thighs and had them rest snugly around your neck.

"Let me hear you," was the last thing you said before you dipped your head down and flattened your tongue, placing a broad lick from the bottom to the top as if her pussy were a scoop of strawberry ice cream. You repeated it, slow and languid, tasting her, knowing you could play this game only for so long.

Lilia delivered. Her mouth opened with shy, low moans that grew louder with each lick, particularly when you swiped your tongue through the space between her small and large labia. You left her clit unattended and instead circled her vaginal opening with careful strokes before sinking into her, feeling along the velvet-smooth ripples.

One touch to the right spot and Lilia rewarded you with a rumbling moan. You kept pressing your tongue against it in a steady rhythm until she had no time to go quiet anymore. Once you had her where you wanted her, you shifted back to her clit and wrapped your lips around the small, pulsating bud while lathering your fingers with her arousal and teasing at her entrance.

"Just one thing," Lilia said breathlessly and broke off when you eased two fingers into her, flexing her feet and pushing her hips into your hand.

"What?" you mumbled against her clit.

"In my," she panted, her face and chest flushed, "dreams."

Pressing against her walls, you moved in and out of her, unhurried but also unrelenting. "Yes?"

Her cunt squeezed around you, again and again, as she arched with pleasure, a beautiful mess of curly hair and moans.

"You were—fuck—using my ass."

"Oh." You pulled away, and as you thrust back into Lilia, her thighs snapped shut around your hand and wrist as the orgasm wracked through her and cum gushed into your palm.

Against her body's instincts, you pried her knees apart to save your lower arm from going numb. A small, wet spot stained the sheets, minor in comparison to other nights you'd had, but the weekend had just begun. You pressed a sloppy kiss to the peak of her mound and crawled up to lie beside her, draping your arm across her stomach to hold her through the aftershocks. She tended to be quite spent after this kind of thing.

"Was that a no?" she asked, still gulping down air. Her cheeks were so red that you pressed the back of your hand against them and her forehead to check for a fever. "I shouldn't have—"

"It wasn't. I was just surprised, that's all." You gave Lilia a reassuring squeeze. "A couple of months ago I thought most of the time you were doing me a favor, and now you're asking me... this."

"I didn't know you felt this way." Lilia swallowed, casting her gaze downward. "For the record, that's nonsense. I always liked being close to you, feeling your body and your touch. But I think..."

She trailed off, but you sensed that this was important and tried to encourage her. "Hm?"

"I think I didn't trust my body then," she said on an exhale. "That changed after we..."

"After you did that thing with your fist?"

Lilia laughed, wide and resonating. "Exactly."

You couldn't help but kiss her, wildly, rummaging through her curls and smiling against her mouth. Your lips refused to part for a while as your hands were busy roaming each other's curves, satiating yourselves.

Resting her nose against yours, Lilia finally continued, whispered, "It snowballed, and now... Now I can't stop thinking about all the things I want us to do to each other."

"Then let's not waste any time," you said, pecking the tip of her nose. "Are you good to go again?"

"If I can have some fun with this nice pair of tits," she traced a lazy pattern on the top of your breast, "I don't see why not."

You untangled yourself from her and slipped off the bed, stepping out of your pants and into the harness. Lilia's eyes raked over you, draped on her side like a goddess in a Renaissance painting. It made you want to feed her grapes, fill her cup, and make her ache with pleasure.

The light hit her just right, danced on the arch from the dip of her waist to her thigh, and made her silhouette glow. It was such a sunny day outside—almost a shame to spend it behind closed cream curtains that filtered it out. The strap-on you had chosen matched the set of lingerie you had bought for Lilia: golden shimmering silicone and white straps. You fixed everything in place and climbed into the bed again, dipping into the soft dream of a mattress, and reclined on your side facing Lilia, who, fearlessly, reached for the strap and began to stroke it between you.

Her eyes were an outpouring of love and lust, locked and dark on yours, as she whispered the spell under her breath, wrapping it around the strap. At first, you felt nothing but the sizzling tension between you two, but as she went on, chanting and caressing, the arousal that usually tickled your clit shifted, crept further down the strap, until it encompassed it from the root to the tip. It wasn't silicone Lilia curled her hand around, but a projection of you, a live one.

You caught your lip between your teeth. "Fuck, Lilia..."

"Told you it works." She kept rubbing the shaft while freeing your breasts from the bra; her hair tickled the tops as she pressed tender kisses to the valley between them. "I'll get you ready in no time."

"Same goes for you," you murmured in her ear, nibbling the shell while you reached behind her to the bottle of lube and poured some into your palm. Under your guidance, Lila bent one leg to give you access, and, to take the edge off, you ran your fingers through the dark nest of curls first and kissed under her jaw. She hummed as she worked you up, spreading a warm, tingling sensation in your groin. "Want me to start?"

"Hm-mh," she nodded, drawing in her bottom lip and looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. Nervousness reflected in them, but trust too as you rubbed the lube between your fingertips to warm it up a little and then brushed them along her dam down to her butt hole.

"Is that okay? Too cold?" you asked, beginning to circle the tight ring of muscles and lathering it up.

Lilia's hand had slowed, but you didn't mind. You wanted her to take the time she needed.

"You're always so gentle with me, baby," she purred, nosing at your clavicle. "So concerned."

"Because you're my precious..." you replied, pushing your chest out when Lilia drummed her fingertips against your nipple. "And I want to make you feel so good."

"You already are."

Her sphincter relaxed as you talked to her, allowing you to work the lube a bit further into it. You'd intended to give her your full attention, but her teeth grazing the underside of your breast made you pause. "I thought..." You hummed when she bit your nipple gently. "I thought this was about you?"

"Oh, it is, honey," she said, blowing air on the pebbled peak. "Just taking what I want."

Tentatively, you probed her narrow hole, giving small pulses to push past the loosening ring. Lilia stopped, her mouth opened, and she gasped out a puff of air that cooled the sweat on your cleavage. Her lubed-up anus relaxed as you worked her open with careful strokes, holding her safely in your arm and drawing circles on her lower back.

"Mind go blank?" you asked with a light, mocking undertone.

Lilia, anchoring herself, dug her nails into your hip, taking forced, deep breaths as you explored her with your finger. "It's... different."

"We don't have to go further if it's too much," you assured her. "We can just play a little and try again tomorrow?"

"I'm fine, sweetheart," Lilia said with fake annoyance and toyed with the strap of the harness around your hip, hooking her finger under it. With resolve, she kissed you and insisted, "I can take it."

Arousal washed over you, thick and boiling, and you pushed your finger all the way in up to the knuckle. A moan rumbled in Lilia's throat, and, to your surprise, you felt it in the very tip of the strap. "Damn it, Lilia. You and your ideas."

"It's good, isn't it?" She grinned. "I worked on the spell all month."

"Wait." You stilled your finger. "How did you test it?"

Tugging on a loose strand of hair, Lilia sent you a seductive look and said, "Use your imagination, darling."

You choked on your own saliva, and Lilia chuckled while your aforementioned imagination ran wild with images of Lilia wearing a strap and jerking off into her own hand, entertaining herself while you were working your ass off to pay for this.

Slipping your finger out, you gathered more lube up and this time pressed two fingers against her entrance. Lilia let go of you and put her hand on her knee, shifting around to find a comfortable angle. Your strap rested on her bush; her hairs prickled on it, and you felt the twitch of her pussy when you buried your two fingers in her ass.

Lilia hissed and grabbed for your shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut, but after a few slow pumps, the lines on her forehead eased, and her brows knitted together in a pleasurable expression as she let out a long breath. "Wow."

"I think we're almost there." You kissed the last remaining wrinkle on her forehead. "You're doing well."

The praise made her snuggle against your chest, though she did ask with some suspicion, "Have you done this before?"

"Maybe..."

"Well fuck me," she said. "Little minx."

Having her in a light mood gave you confidence, and while you prepared her ass for the strap, you took the strap in your hand and lazily brushed it through her slit, finding copious amounts of fresh wetness there. Sensitive, Lilia jerked and covered your hand with her own, slowing you down and taking over.

"It's quite a size," she commented as she fondled the tip, letting it sit between her folds without touching her clit.

"Yeah, I mean, I hadn't planned—it was meant to go in front."

"Because I'm all loose there, is that it?" Lilia challenged, eyes flashing at you with playful fire.

"Experienced is the word I'd choose," you teased back, pinching her ass cheek.

"Pfft," she pouted and lifted her nose. God, why was she so kissable? So ravageable? "C'mon then. If I'm so loose, then put your cock in me. We'll see if it fits."

"Your wish is my command," you said and helped Lilia turn in your arms, pressing her back to your chest, so that you could wrap your arm around her waist, just below her bust, and hold her snug. "Comfy?"

"You bet." She gripped the back of her knee and pulled her leg up, sinking into the pillow and closing her eyes. "Make Momma happy," she said with a breathy voice.

"Gladly." You kissed the spot below her ear and fisted the strap, gathering up lube and arousal from her pussy before guiding it backward. Positioning the head, you palmed her breast and rolled her nipple under your thumb, trailing kisses down the side of her neck. "Be good for me. Don't fight it. Yes?"

"Yeah," she whispered, relaxing into your arms as you pressed forth. Quiet groans rose in her throat, noises of mild discomfort you soothed with a gentle, massaging hand on her tit.

"Your ass is so tight," you purred in her ear, progressing inch by inch and feeling each one. "But I'll stretch you open with my cock."

"God-fuck!" Lilia buried her face in the pillow and hit the mattress with her fist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Shhh," you hushed, brushing a wisp of hair behind her ear and retreating. "Let me fill you. You like being full, don't you?"

"Yes, oh, my—"

You helped her keep her leg up and open, pressing your hips flush to her supple butt as you slid back into her with more ease this time. "Like that," you rasped.

Lilia groaned, muffled in the pillow, and you drove the strap deeper into her until your thighs met her ass, and it didn't go any further—and then you wiggled it around, driving her crazy. Her moans came out broken and staggered. "Hng-oh-mh!"

She eased visibly as you drew out, and you gave a few small pulses with just the tip to get her used to the size. The sparkling gold reflected the soft light, shining even brighter with all this slick covering it. Watching it all go in—deeper, firmer, stretching her tiny, previously unused hole—you nearly blacked out with want. "You're a fucking goddess, Lilia. Fuck."

"Uh-huh? You think?" she panted, worked up by the repeated intrusion. "Fuck me like a goddess then."

Your hand traveled down her body, and you rubbed the heel of your hand over her pussy—so wet. Lilia whined as you curled your fingers against her entrance, fucked into her ass, and brushed her clit in the process—she absolutely twisted in the sheets. "Baby, fuck!" she screamed. "Harder—take me—"

Pushing Lilia onto her stomach, you laid down atop her, fitting your form perfectly to the curves of her back and nuzzled against the nape of her neck, nosing into the messy, sweaty curls. "I'll dump it all inside your ass. Like you wanted, my darling witch. Does that sound good?"

Lilia's thighs vibrated with need. She turned her head to the side to breathe, needing more air, more oxygen, more anything. You kneaded her round buttocks, salivating at the feeling of your fingers digging into your flesh. "God, yes, pound Momma raw! Please!"

Your thrusts were easy now, meeting no resistance. Spreading her cheeks, you spat between them, watching it trickle down around the cock bouncing in and out of the reddened hole. Your stomach was in a coil, you cunt, watering behind the strap that made you feel close to bursting. And you would.

"You sound so good begging like that," you panted, adjusting the straps on your hips to make them tight. "I want to hear more of it."

Snuggling up to Lilia, you kept your pumps hard and deep, knocking the air out of her lungs each time.

"Please, please, baby, my sweet baby," Lilia sob-moaned. "I need you, I need you."

"Yes!" You rutted into her, squishing out slick each time, setting a fast, reckless pace. "I can feel you squeezing me—so needy—fuck—gonna—"

"Oh-oh-oh-yes!" Her voice cracked, and her pitch leapt with your plows. "Give me your cum, sweetie! Give it to me!"

Using your whole body weight, draped over her back, you pounded her like a bull his cow, and the string inside you pulled taut, thinned, and ripped. It happened. It actually happened. Viscous fluid spurted out of the strap, and thanks to the enchantment, you felt it release into her, felt it coat the inside of her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lilia fell into a seemingly never-ending cry as you snapped your hips to her ass one last time. Then you pulled out, flipped her over, and the last wave of your orgasm shot one last string of cum out of the strap that rained down white all over her tits and stomach.

She trembled like a fawn; even her teeth chattered and her breaths came quick, but the expression on her face was gold as she glanced down on her body and brought her shaking fingers to the squirts of your ejaculate. The rest of it trickled out of her red-rimmed, gaping anus.

You were so drained—literally and figuratively—that all you could do was flop down beside her and grasp for Lilia's hand. She took it in hers and held it until both of you had processed what you'd done. The spell wore off, and you removed the harness. When you settled back into the pillows, you noticed Lilia was still staring ahead with her mouth open.

"Was it too much?" you asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times.

"It was everything I wanted," she said with a sense of helplessness. "My mind is just..."

"Empty? Quiet?"

Lilia nodded. You'd experienced something similar after she'd fisted you and understood the fragile but peaceful state it had put her in. With a mind like Lilia's, it might do her good. Pulling the down duvet up, you shifted her upper body into your arms, having her rest on your chest, and covered her.

Even a goddess needs aftercare.

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A/N: first time writing f/f anal I think and it's not my favourite thing but the request was essentially "Lilia getting fucked hard in the ass" so I hope I delivered. Cheers friends, I've been busy with work no time to be horny :)

will I start using this app? should I post the other chapters here too?

[quietwingsinthesky]

@notfredj I need you to know that you are picking up the clues exactly right about that fic. I wrote it on purpose to be ambiguously either “actual Midam daughter who Michael named after his brother because he has so many issues” and also “Lucifer got her grace torn out and is being raised by Midam as their daughter and this is Not Going Well”

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[emotinalsupportturtle]

I can’t stop thinking of how despite it baffling most non-brits, and most of the Hollywood a-list audience, David Tennant decided to do a skit on his little lockdown rpf show, make a bunch of puns that only people familiar with British culture would get, wear a kilt and be his usual manic self when hosting an internationally prestigious award show

fucking power move

[bayetea]

also I'm a percy jackson stan until I die of course but it would be nice if we could not exclusively talk about other members of the main cast (the non-white ones especially) only in furtherance of percy and his character/personal acclaim/strength as a demigod

like every time I see a high-note text post about the percy/frank/hazel dynamic it's about "WOW frank and hazel think percy is so cool hazel literally thought he was a god he is so powerful." like yeah. did you guys know that they're also friends and they love each other!!!! did you know that percy admires frank and frequently praises him and encourages him to build up his self-worth and confidence! did you know that hazel comforted percy when he was emotional and scared at the neptune altar in camp jupiter and he gets angry when phineas insults and degrades hazel for being undead! did you know that frank and hazel saved him when he was so frightened and disturbed by evil centaurs and cyclopes that he was paralyzed and couldn't move!

did you know that frank and hazel also just have their own things going on divorced from percy because they're heroes of olympus too! did you know that they aren't just decorations for percy's character they are their own people! idk something to keep in mind (I'm a SON stan if u can't tell)

[mohntilyet]

To be fair to "illario is bad at lying" I don't think he had a contingency plan for "my cousin who I tried to have murdered came back after a whole year of being tortured in an underwater prison by the lady I've been sleeping with and he's an abomination now, also I have to pretend my grandma got murdered." His plan got monumentally fucked up

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIINNGGG. no matter how good or bad you are, i do not seriously think there’s a way to prepare for all that and then execute a follow up plan that’s not just “oh fuck i gotta do something” i think. of course this could have been avoided if he just killed lucanis himself but i like to think he has a heart in there

[mejomonster]

I am so happy with how my haircut turned outtt ovo)/

[wonder-worker]

"It is too easy to dismiss [Leonor of Navarre] as an overambitious schemer who would do anything to obtain a crown, shedding the blood of her own siblings and her subjects in order to attain the throne. However, a deeper investigation of her long lieutenancy and ephemeral reign shows a woman who fought tenaciously to preserve her place but also worked tirelessly to administer a realm which was crippled by internal conflict and the center of the political schemes of France, Aragon, and Castile. She tried to broker peace, fight off those who opposed her, repair the wounds caused by conflict, protect the sovereignty of the realm, and keep the wheels of governance turning. Leonor was not always successful in achieving all of these aims but given the background of conflict and the lack of cooperation she received from all of her family members, bar her loyal husband, it is a huge achievement that she survived to wear the crown at all. Many writers have argued that Leonor deserved the troubled lieutenancy, personal tragedies, an ephemeral reign, and a blackened reputation, basing their assumption that she committed a crime that cannot be [conclusively] proven. However, a more fitting description of her would be that of a resolute ruler who successfully overcame a multitude of challenges in order to survive in a difficult political landscape and gain a hard-fought throne.”

— Elena Woodacre, "Leonor of Navarre: The Price of Ambition", Queenship, Gender and Reputation in the Medieval and Early Modern West, 1060-1600 (Edited by Zita Eva Rohr and Lisa Benz)

[jichanxo]

oc art again! (pt 1 here)

[waitingforsecretsouls]

Guys, idk about anyone else but I'm starting to suspect the reason why Zahard was angry at Arlene and his motivations as a character might be a bit more layered than simply having his proposal rejected...🤔 Almost like his choices might be based on his ideals and not simply love triangle drama and the greatest war in the history of the Tower, kickstarted by V and Arlene, might have tarnished his proudest accomplishment and goal.

[heyimanowl]

Turned on of the human puf doodles into a finished drawing :v

Bonus lineart i didnt wanna color, more casual bearded puf!

[musicalmoritz]

I want so badly to write more short, slice-of-life TBHK fics but unfortunately I am a yapper so I end up overwriting (?) them and a fic that was meant to be 2k max turns into 5k. I am incapable of writing anything without a little bit of introspection

[kateis-cakeis]

"I never knew how there was a way out of this ending. Because I think if you you told a story of a happy ending, people would somehow feel cheated, having set up Mordred and all those things. I don't know how you do that. And this is a fairly straight version of the end with one twist in the last two minutes. But- 'Cause I read Malory again, and it's not miles away. I mean there's loads of Christain bits in Malory but, and obviously they take him to the Isle and there's the barge and all that, but this is sort of a simple version of that." - Julian Murphy (Series 5 Episode 13 Commentary 40:39)

I've got to say listening to the commentary and really catching this in full is like, mannnn they misplayed what people would feel cheated by, but I respect it

[astral-catastrophe]

Every once in a while I just ignore the trauma and laugh about all the shit the ex bestie pulled