#and i ran out of space for pictures XD

[blackjackkent]

So. Cazador's body is not where I killed him, which makes sense, because he's a vampire. Which means presumably I missed him turning into a fog cloud and heading back to his sarcophagus.

I was briefly worried about this before I realized that

there's a giant glowing sarcophagus in the center of the ritual area.

"No, no. No healing sleep for you. Wake up!"

Without hesitation, Astarion grabs Cazador by the collar and hurls him from the coffin out onto the stone floor.

"Get your hands off me, worm," Cazador growls - though the effect is a little lost as he is hunched on his knees before Astarion standing over him.

Astarion laughs hoarsely. "I'm not the one in the dirt." Without taking his eyes from Cazador, he leans down, picks up a strange ornate dagger which was resting next to the sarcophagus. Hector parses it at a glance. It is a blade meant for killing vampires - perhaps a safety measure for Cazador, should one of his spawn try to rebel. Within the twisting metal of the blade is a polished stake of wood.

"One last thrust..." Astarion whispers, "and I'll be free of you. I'll never have to fear you again." His voice is unsteady; Hector can hear the decades of pain and exhaustion underlaying it. The realization of a hope of peace that never seemed possible.

And then... a counterpoint against it; the elf's voice hardens suddenly, retreating from the pain into the safer, easier anger, the desire for his own control. "But if I finish the ritual you started, I'll never have to fear anyone. Ever."

From his knees, Cazador laughs - even now not believing Astarion capable of what he is threatening. "You think me a fool?" he says. His high voice is mocking and cold. "That I would allow anyone to usurp me, speak the words, and ascend in my place? The runes I carved into your flesh bind you and all seven thousand souls to the ritual! Complete it and those bearing the scars will be sacrificed - you included." His lips curl maliciously. "You are simply a means to an end. I made you to be consumed."

Astarion surges forward, the tip of the blade pointed at Cazador's heart. "I am SO much more than what you made me," he snaps out. Perhaps the words surprise even him, because he stiffens suddenly, and his eyes flick to Hector, an appeal for support.

"Get over here," he says sharply. "We can do this."

For a long moment, Hector doesn't move. He is torn in so many different directions at present - the desire for Cazador's death, the concern for Astarion, fear for what ascension would do to him, protective instinct towards the spawn in the cells and the antithetical unease at releasing them...

"Didn't you hear him?" he asks slowly, judging that an appeal to Astarion's self-interest is more likely to get anywhere than a plea for sympathy towards the other spawn. "If you complete the ritual, you'll be consumed."

Astarion laughs harshly. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."

Hector doubts that very much. "You can't finish the ritual," he insists. "You'll kill all those people!"

"If we release them, how many more will they kill?" Astarion demands. "Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?" He shakes his head. "But if I complete the ritual, think of the power I'll have. With me by your side, we can save the city!" His voice lowers, his shoulders hunching again just slightly. "We can save ourselves..."

Hector sighs inwardly. The point about the spawn is, in truth, a significant one - but he is convinced that it is a separate question. Whatever must be done with them has no bearing on the fact that Astarion cannot be allowed to do this - for his own sake. The power would corrupt him. And Hector has traveled alongside him for so long, believed in him for so long; the two of them aren't friends, not really, but they are partners in this whole terrible journey. He knows Astarion is capable of better.

He knows it better than Astarion knows it himself.

[INSIGHT] Look into his eyes - try to see what's driving this.

Narrator: You can see the fear in his eyes - but also the hunger. The thick smell of blood in the air and the promise of power being so close is intoxicating to him. All he can see is the power of the ritual, and the freedom that power brings. The freedom to do anything - to be anything.

Hector draws a slow breath, considering his words carefully before he speaks. Were he a better orator, he is sure he could deliver some stirring speech that might convince Astarion to see all the possibilities that lie outside this one path - that being his own man, indebted not even to his own lust for power, is in the long run far more valuable. But he has no such skill, and so he speaks simply and plainly, answering as best he can what he sees as the true need in Astarion's heart.

[PERSUASION] "I know you think this will set you free," he says quietly, "but it won't. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador."

Astarion flinches, his eyes dropping away from Hector's. For a moment the knife falls to his side. He swallows. "You-- you're right," he mutters. "I can be better than him..."

Hector can see a muscle in his jaw start to tremble as he considers the ramifications of this, the things it means gaining - and the things it means losing. His pale hands turn even paler at the knuckles as he grips the hilt of the blade. "But I'm not above enjoying this," he mutters with sudden ferocity.

Surging forward, he seizes Cazador by the hair. Yanking his head back, he sinks the blade deep into the vampire lord's chest. Black blood spurts out over the knife, over his hands, his bare chest, his face as he stabs again, and again, and again, and again, a roar of fury growing up through him and exploding out of his throat.

Finally he stands, spent and panting and bloodsoaked, over Cazador's tattered body. The vampire lord is dead at last, and Astarion is free. His lips tremble and his chest heaves and blood drips across his skin.

He staggers, sways, sinks to his knees... and sobs...

Hector takes a cautious step forward, then another, until he is standing next to Astarion in the slowly spreading pool of blood. His instinct is to reach out, to lay a hand on the other man's shoulder... but Astarion would not welcome a touch. He never does. So instead Hector just stands there - a silent presence, a reminder that he is not alone.

Gods. Perhaps I will never have the chance to say it aloud, he thinks suddenly. And perhaps you wouldn't welcome it if I did. But I am so proud of you. So proud. I see the courage you showed here. It is not lost on me. And I see how much it cost you...

There are others, too. The other six spawn have been released from their chains and are moving to surround their fallen master.

"Is... is it over?" one of them, a young-looking elven woman, asks nervously. "Is he..."

"Yes..." Astarion whispers hoarsely. Slowly, slowly, he starts pushing himself to his feet. "He's gone."

"What does that mean for us?" another of them asks.

Say nothing.

Hector waits in silence. Should the spawn turn violent, he is ready to respond - exhausted though he feels after the battle with Cazador. But this remains Astarion's conversation to have, not his.

"It means you have a choice," Astarion says, his voice surprisingly quiet and steady. "You can hide here, living in the shadows like parasites... or you can be more than what he made us to be." He shrugs. "You can choose differently, of course, but the consequences are on your head."

"And... what does it mean for them?" the elven woman asks cautiously, jerking her head to indicate the cells in the corridor.

Astarion hesitates - and this time his eyes flick to Hector, a brief flickering moment of uncertainty. "Now that's a better question," he says. "Seven thousand spawn, from ancient conquests to stolen children..."

Narrator: Cazador's staff controlled everything during the ritual. If it controls the cells too, you could decide their fate...

Hector frowns. In truth, he has no idea what the responsible decision is here. He is sure that there is no chance that all seven thousand spawn are self-disciplined enough to restrain themselves to boar and rabbit the way Astarion has. And yet... some of them will, and the idea of condemning them to death or eternal imprisonment, for no greater crime than having been in the wrong place at the wrong time... it feels like a cruelty he cannot sanction.

And he does not want Astarion's new life to begin with such cruelty.

"Let's release them," he mutters. "They deserve the same chance you got."

"And what of the living they'll feast on, should they not prove as admirable as Astarion?" Jaheira adds, equally low, behind him. "They deserve a chance too."

Hector shakes his head. She is, of course, right to point this out-- but he suspects that in truth they are really of the same mind in this - releasing the spawn is dangerous, but leaving them here is unconscionable. There is no right answer; there is only the answer they can live with. He turns his head and looks at Astarion fixedly.

Astarion nods slowly. "The poor wretches in the cells are innocent," he says. "They shouldn't have to suffer just because I--" He stops, swallows tightly before continuing. "--lured them here..."

He leans over, picks up the staff lying on the ground, and turns it in his fingers thoughtfully for a long moment. Then he slams its end down into the ground, and a burst of red light erupts around him, spreading outwards into the cells around them. Hector can hear the sound of voices down the corridor as the freed spawn see their doors opening, one by one.

"They'll need someone to lead them," Astarion goes on quietly - this to the others of his brethren gathered around them. "Take the tunnels into the Underdark. Find somewhere... well, not safe, but less perilous."

"What?" one of the spawn says fearfully. "No, we can't--"

"Just try to keep them out of trouble," Astarion says, with uncharacteristic gentleness, looking around at them all.

There's a long pause, and then nods begin to spread around the small group, and they start to file with weary hope towards the door.

Yes, Hector thinks. Yes... it is best this way. They will be free, and they will help each other to be better than what Cazador would have made them - monsters or sacrifices. And they have the model of Astarion to follow; they have seen him do it successfully before them already. They know it is possible, because of him.

Astarion leans heavily on the staff, wipes absently at a dribble of blood about to drip into his eye. "I think we're done here..." he whispers, and there's a wonder in his voice, and the abject exhaustion of a man who has reached a climax of conflict that has been building for two hundred years.

He doesn't look at Hector, or any of them, just lets the staff clatter heavily to the floor and walks away. "Let's go."

[artemistorm]

Photos from my TotK Playthrough

This abomination is my mirror balloon. I ran out of gliders, sleds and carts and hoverboards to serve as the base to a balloon and instead slapped together this baby.

Who's your friend, horsie?

Last photo taken before disaster

Riju. Buddy. If I have to use my scope to see you, you're wrong.

Clipping Cuckoo

Clipping Symin

Awesome action shot (in my fave outfit)

Fabulous Link

Cool picture - kinda looks like outer space

Well hello there

H-hey demon... it's me, ya boi Link

Mind your gaze Penn.

Grante(son) you're in the way XD

Square (uhh ignore the fact that I died right at the very end XD)

Sunset from the Thunderhead Isles (ignore my tumbleweed claymore XD)

[leiyahime]

Wollefest Leipzig

What a wonderful day yesterday!!

tl;dr: I need more glass jars X'D

And I'm glad there aren's too many festivals a year XD The way to Leipzig was easy, I left waaay too early so I had time to look around! There was an apple (?) orchard on my way and it looked like a sea of white in the morning sun! It was soo beautiful! (No pictures since I went by car)

Then I met my dear friend at the train station and we walked over to the glass hall of the Neue Messe. The nostalgia. And since the book faire was a few weeks ago the glass panels were already cleaned xD

It was nice and spacious. so it was possible to look at everything. And to leave money *coughs* much money! and to talk to the two people from my spinning group who were there at the booth of the German hand spinning guild.

Soo many colours! Soo much beautiful stuff! *.* I could have spent at least another 100€

And the loot:

front: 70% polwarth/15% Tencel/15% silk from friendly sheep

Spindle: suppoted, maple/coloured wood from the same shop

Nalbinding needle made of horn and scissors from die Garnspinnerin

red Wensleydale locks from... idk anymore

below the locks: 40% wool (Falkland, Merino)/20% llama/20%Eri silk/20% baby camel from frau wöllfchen

violet: 25% Suri Alpaca/25% royal baby alpaca/25% Ramie/25% tussah silk, the colourful bag is 100% tussah silk, and a pair of hand carders *.* (not in picture) from stefis wolle

blue batt: 40% angora/40% silk/20% merino, grey batt: 35% angora/35% silk/25% Merino/5% alpaca from Seidenhase

the bag in the back: 100% baby alpaca raw fleece. So now I know my first scouring project xD also can't reconstruct the booth I got this

the cardboard box: DIY kit for a sewing machine pincushion in grey from Hühnerstall kreativ! was alrady considering to get one last year but I ran out of money.

Not in picture: two stitch markers, a brooch in the form of a black sewing machine and a knitting pattern for wrist warmers.

I only wanted to get 500g of fibres bc of space reasons... well... I failed.

When we were done at the festival, we went to the city to get some ramen for lunch/early dinner which was also very delicious. and after that I returned home (Or almost home. There were traffic problems on my way for which I was waaay too tired so I decided to stop at my dad's and tackle the rest of the way this morning.

Now I'm home and can rest a bit before work.

[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

[samshinechester]

@marimayscarlett @dandysnoband @gothtoast tagged me! Thank you, my dears (I saw it right after posting XD)

Big mood 2023

Rules: Create a mood board for your 2023, using 9 8! pictures to reflect on the year. You don't have to elaborate or use any personal pictures (you can if you want) - you can create your board using pictures of your blorbos/screen caps/memes/aesthetics/etc. to show your vibes, thoughts, memories and moods throughout the year.

8, as I ran out of space in the card *hands*

It's been an adventure, all right. Also, I think (almost) all the pictures speak for themselves :)

No pressure tag @vulnerant-omnes @musically--declined @sonic-counselor @wizzardclown @franwikema @gralto @a-paradise-for-hyperfixations @namelessrammgirl @meinewellemeinstrand @notafraidofredyellowandblue

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

Ed prompts!!😌🔥🔥I come a-begging for some of your Warden gorl please: 'the taste of stolen apples' from the childhood prompts

Gonna go ahead and answer this LOVELY prompt as well as @kiastirling 's prompt for "Come on, I want to show you something." :333 Its been so long since I've written my beloved Tabris, Shaesa and it felt so good to write for her again (as you could probably tell by the 1.5k word count- jeez, I rarely write that much in a week or two XD) I hope y'all enjoy a little peak at my Warden <3

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: For very slight innuendo?, ~1.5k words

The Taste of Stolen Apples | By Exalted_Dawn

The air was thick with the taste of smog and wet earth; puddles on cobblestones, cart tracks through mud, and the smoke of a thousand different cook stoves mingling between every inhale. Shaesa’s throat was raw as she ran, and that thick, city air blanketed her lungs, making it even harder to breathe than it already was. Behind her, she could hear the thundering of feet and warning calls– a sound as familiar to her as it was nostalgic. Nostalgic, save for the new addition of frantic footsteps beside her. Another set of lungs fighting for breath. 

“Tell me again why we had to steal them?!” 

Alistair's hand stayed clutched in hers, tight to the point that she could feel his calluses through her gloves. Two apples stayed cradled tightly against her chest in the other, their skins a beautiful and brilliant dappled red that blossomed like flowers against Denerim’s more ubiquitous beige, brown, and greys. 

“Shush! C’mon, I want to show you something,” she answered, not really answering at all as she pulled him down a side alley. They ran. Over boxes, around carts, through several clothes lines. They ran until Shaesa could no longer hear the shouts of the guards at their backs, threatening beatings and bars. All these years, and they still hadn’t come up with anything new. It was almost comforting. 

She turned down a side street, plunging into the shadow of two buildings built a little too close– a arm’s span of feet between both walls and crowded with small balconies and scaffolds erected for drafts that will never be fully patched. It was like diving into a warm hug for Shaesa; her special, secret place, where the world fell away for a while. “This way,” she laughed, pulling on Alistair’s arm a bit too hard in her haste.

“Ow! Hey, it’s not as though everyone can squeeze through these tiny spaces. Slow down for us taller folk,” he grumbled, face twisted in an adorable scowl as he puzzled how to get his leg through a gap in the wooden beams. 

A bit of teasing and two minutes of thoughtful maneuvering later, and finally they stumbled out onto a small stairwell that led from the ground up to a third floor window. Across from that, a windowsill strong enough to hold their weight as Shaesa stepped onto it and scrambled up onto the rooftop, Alistair following close behind. As he puffed and struggled to pull himself over the eaves, she took the time to inspect their prizes. Two palm-sized apples, still perfectly pearly and unbruised. Better than she could have hoped, and much better than a majority of the apples she’d stolen before now. 

Shaesa pocketed them into her pouch before turning to help Alistair the rest of the way up, her feet scraping against red shingles worn brown as she fought the weight of him. It took her two good tugs and one hearty curse to the Maker, but the both of them tumbled back some as Alistair finally came to rest beside her on the tilted slope of Denerim’s rooftops. 

Bodies pressed close for balance, each with their chests heaving fast, they probably made quite the picture, but before she could help herself, Shaesa erupted into a fit of full-bellied giggles. “Not bad for your first chase.” 

“I’ll have you know that that wasn’t my first chase,” he responded, jabbing her in the stomach. “I once stole a half wheel of cheddar from the local cheesemaker when I was ten, and his wife pursued me through the streets of Redcliffe with a butcher's knife before giving up.”

Shaesa snickered. “Oohhhhh, very impressive.”

“You know,” he said, jabbing her in the cheek with a finger. “I don’t appreciate your tone. I could have gone without the spontaneous theft today. We had the coin to pay for those.”

“Yes, but why pay when it tastes so much better stolen?” She reached up to grab his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, and then onto her toes to press another to his lips. “But I’m sorry– I promise I will not pull you into another heist without your prior permission okay? It was only for just this once.”

Alistair looked like he wanted to argue, but a moment turned into two, and the fight deflated in him, replaced by tender relent. He leaned in to kiss her back, slow and sure, before pulling away with a slight huff. “Just this once, then. Now-” He turned his gaze over his shoulder, out across the sea of shingled valleys and timber ridges. A hundred roofs for their seeing. “Are you going to finally explain to me why we’re up here?” 

“Yes.” She held out a hand for him to take and pulled him along, following the slope before jumping over onto an overlapping roof, this one a bit flatter. They walked for a small while, navigating a couple more peaks until finally she reached her spot– a lopsided slant roof that sat on top of a book maker's store. From here, they could see a majority of Denerim’s markets, all alive with bustle and business. Calls for sales and new shipments echoed up from the square even at this distance, but it was far enough to make for comfortable blank noise. Sitting, she patted the roof beside her and pulled out both apples. “I used to come here with my cousin all the time as a child. Me and Shianni would steal apples from the local grocer when we didn’t have enough money for meals, and then would come here to eat them.” 

She didn’t look at Alistair as she passed him the apple. Instead, her eyes remained fondly placed, looking out beyond the silhouette of Denerim’s castle, chasing the shapes of clouds against the grey sky. 

Sheasa breathed in the air again– the cold and the wet. She smiled. “...It feels good to remember, sometimes.”

Wooden beams creaked in protest as Alistair finally settled, his overly long legs folding in front of him. Even without looking directly at him, she could see the somberness from the corner of her eyes. He was all sloped shoulders and mopey frowns. The apple she had given him turned endlessly in his hand.

It was weird for him to be so quiet.

“What?” she asked, already knowing.

“I just realized that you don’t talk about your past much. Or, at least you haven’t, before now that is.”

Her feet flexed once. The apple in her hand also turned. “Yeah, I know.” 

Somewhere beneath them, a dog had found an alley cat to bother, the sound of their clash echoing up to their little hiding place. Another familiar noise. It felt like a hundred years had passed since Ostagar. She’d almost forgotten this place and its smells. Its noises. 

She looked down to her apple, and idly traced the freckles that dotted its waxy skin. “I always thought that apples tasted the best from up here. Me and Shianni would eat and laugh at all the shems who tried to chase us. They always tried, but never once were we caught. Up on this roof, we were untouchable.” The one place where they could look down on the world for a while, and not the other way around. Odd to think that she was saving it, now. “The Landsmeet is in two weeks. I guess I just…. thought it might be nice to come here again.” She peeked back up at him, and added, “I also wanted to share it with you.” 

This part of her. The past. A couple of stolen apples. And anything the future had to offer. She didn’t say it enough. 

She reached for Alistair’s hand and he reached back, threading their fingers with a squeeze before, with a sudden tug, he pulled her against his side. She collapsed against him, half-squawking as she fumbled her apple and grabbed it again. No way she was going to settle for a bruised fruit after all of this. 

Like a distant summer storm, Alistair’s sides began to rumble with laughter. Warm and deep and wonderful. The only other place where she felt on top of the world. “Careful,” he clucked, taking a bite from his own apple with an audible ‘crunch’. 

Unbidden, a true grin returned to her lips. “You’re such an ass.”

“Yes, but I have it on good authority that you at least think I’m a nice ass.” The corners of a smug sort of smile peaked out from behind his upraised hand. “Or was it that I have a nice ass?”

Maker. “Both,” she conceded with a laugh.

“Well then, I think I can live with that.” He stole another bite, juice wetting his stubble. This time, he hummed in contemplation, chewing slowly before swallowing. “I do have to admit, this is a pretty good apple.” 

“Best grocer in the market,” she chimed back, proud with her pick. Without wasting another moment– she didn’t want to chance Alistair pulling something again that might result in a very unfortunate fruit casualty– she brought her own prize to her lips and bit in. Its taste flooded her mouth, tart and sweet mixing on her tongue. It tasted like simpler times; laughter on rooftops and market days and rain puddles. 

It tasted like sitting on top of the world, if only for a moment. 

She grinned wide. ‘But Maker, I missed this.”

[go-go-devil]

for the character ask i send you 3: clara the changeling, somsnosa, reah of thorolund?

Excellent picks, my friend! Though I'm going to exclude the favorite picture of them segments since they all come from video games and I don't wanna overthink which screenshots of them I find the most interesting.

Clara the Changeling (specifically from Pathologic Classic since I really haven't seen much of her in Patho 2 in comparison):

favorite thing about them: I love her sense of humor, even despite the horrible situations she's forced into. I swear Classic's Changeling route has some of the funniest dialogue exchanges in the entire game largely coming from how snarky and overall DONE she is in dealing with all the nonsense of the adults around her.

least favorite thing about them: How her religious ideology often leads her to show a very black and white understanding of morality. Obviously she's not an adult and is largely being manipulated into these ideas by her adoptive parents, but that doesn't mean she's innocent of some of the legitimately rude things she can say to other people's faces (or even just racist since I'm pretty sure I remember her calling Aspity a "heathen" or something along those lines).

favorite line: Of course the "I detest trickery" line is one of the most iconic quotes in the whole game, but I also really love that one line she can say to Daniil on Day 11 when he asks how she was able to get to Peter's loft unscathed: "I can walk through bullets and flames." It's so needlessly dramatic and untrue but also EXACTLY the kind of thing Clara would say to hype herself up XD

brOTP: I will constantly remind people that Classic tells us that she has a friendship with Sticky and Murky. The fact that the devs either ran out of time or simply forgot to show us this friendship in Changeling Route is one of the saddest missed opportunities of the whole game T_T

OTP: I don't really "ship" Clara with anyone, but I do think Clara/Grace is cute. Creepy neurodivergent girl relationships are always a win in my book, and honestly I could see these two getting together when they grow up.

nOTP: I'm not gonna get into this in detail here, but for the love of god people STOP FUCKING SHIPPING HER WITH BLOCK, OR ANY OF THE OTHER THE ADULTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

random headcanon: I truly do adore the idea of her having pet rats 🐀🐀🐀

unpopular opinion: I don't believe her going away with Commander Block is in any way the "good ending" for her. He certainly cares about her, more than the vast majority of the other characters even, but also literally says to her face that he wants bring her into a WAR solely because he too is so consumed by religious prophesies that he believes this malnourished teenage girl will be able to lead his troops to victory with her miraculous powers! What I'm saying is that he's got the spirit, but is also basically just as insane as the Saburovs when it comes to how he chooses to see her.

song i associate with them: As far as I'm concerned "Crucify" by Tori Amos and "Precious" by Depeche Mode are basically Clara's two theme songs. They just fit her storyline SO PERFECTLY T_T

Somsnosa:

favorite thing about them: I can't go into too much detail about this since you haven't listened to Absent Moon yet, but I love how much actual character development (and even character regression) she goes through in this series. Considering how extremely space characterization is in this series, that's very impressive!

least favorite thing about them: Nothing. She's literally perfect 💙

favorite line: Oh man I dunno... "Oh hey Wayne. I left my magic gauntlets in the basement... and now its infested with ambulant skulls." is a very iconic line from the Hylics 1. Wonderfully absurd premise for a "mission," and it's unique in how it implies her and Wayne already know each other!

brOTP: Wayne, Pongorma, and Dedusmuln

OTP: Wayne, Pongorma, and Dedusmuln. They're all in a queerplatonic polycule together 💛💙❤️💚

nOTP: Gibby and/or Odozier, I guess.

random headcanon: Her cat in H1 is named Bug. Unlike Wayne's cat it doesn't own the house she resides in, but does help her hunt insects on occasion and has agreed to guard her fridge as long as it gets free access to any fish held inside.

unpopular opinion: I don't think I even have one lol

song i associate with them: Since I'm nearly done making a character mixtape for her, I'll go ahead and say "The World Backwards" by Broadcast. Both the melody and the lyrics give me major Somsnosa vibes, largely because I imagine her being the one singing it.

Reah/Rhea of Thorolund:

favorite thing about them: Her determination for sure. When you find her in the pit Patches kicks you down into she's the only one of her party who's kept her sanity, and I always read her request for you to put down Hollowed Vince and Nico as less of her lacking the skills to do so on her part and more so that she can't bring herself to kill her two friends herself. Also that one line she says to you in the parish about how she's lost everyone she's ever cared about really hit me emotionally when I least expected it T_T

least favorite thing about them: How we never actually get to SEE her preform any of the powerful miracles she teaches us, even when we aggro her. My assumption is that she wants to be a pacifist whenever she can, which makes sense for her character and explains why she brought knights along with her to do all the dirty work for her, but still I hate being denied women showing off their powers, and she clearly has them!

favorite line: I always loved her end of conversation line in the parish: "Vereor nox." Which translates (roughly) to "Fear the night." It's a cool line by itself, but also does so much to tell us how Reah's viewpoint on the state of this dying world and how she's aligned with linking the fire without her having to outright tell us.

brOTP: Vince and Nico for sure!

OTP: Like with Soms & the Crew, I too enjoy the idea of her having wanted to be in a polycule with her two friends, only it was never meant to be due to the mission they would never return from.

nOTP: I hope I never stumble upon anyone who ships her with Petrus...

random headcanon: The reason Vince and Nico were chosen to be Reah's knights was because she specifically requested it to her father, the ruler of Thorolund. Petrus, however, she has no close relationship with. She let him join the mission out of pity, since after he naturally died and became undead this mission would be his only way out of being carted off to an asylum.

unpopular opinion: Reah is NOT innocent. She may prefer to be a lonesome pacifist, but there's no way in hell she's a fully helpless little maiden. Only the highest ranking clerics are given the mission to seek the Rite of Kindling, and she is objectively the most powerful in her squad thanks to the ivory talisman she carries and which Petrus wants to desperately to steal for himself. She also has a frankly absurd amount of humanity held within her if you steal it via the dark hand: 12 to be exact. That's more than Sieglinde, the only character canonically not an undead, and much more than Lautrec, Patches, and Maneater Mildred, the three of which all having so much because they're MURDERERS! Reah fucking stole humanity from many undead to reach that number, either by her own hands or using her knights to harvest them for her. She hates herself for what she's done for the sake of the mission, but she still let it happen...

song i associate with them: I... honestly haven't thought of that yet. Let's pray that maybe one day it'll come to me 🙏

[unstablerk800]

|| It feels like the fandom likes my silly little BuJo pages, so here's my next spread to show you, DBH fam! 💙

I've never really liked weekly spreads because the space always feels so limited for me, but I've seen the Hobonichi cousin's vertical weekly a few days ago, and I got so inspired that I had to try it for myself.

The problem is that I wake up at 5.30 AM and go to sleep around 9-10 PM, which makes it useless to use time stamps until midnight. So I didn't need the entire page. I'll just track work related stuff here using a time blocking technique, and I'll also track four very hard habits I must NOT forget any day... which means that the page where it's cut almost in half by the Starry Night washi tape is basically useless for me. I usually track what I'm doing in my dailies - including which book I'm reading, what show we're watching, what did I play in a session of Detroit: Become Human, Skyrim or Minecraft, that's where I collect memories, etc...

So I was wondering, what do I do with the bottom of the page?

Naturally, I reach for my stickers if I have too many blank spaces. So I did. And oops, Connor is everywhere. Again. 😅 I've also found my very pretty glittery pens, but I only ended up using the blue one. Guess why. My handwriting isn't that neat as I'd like it to be, especially not with that glittery pen, but I don't really mind. I like it as it is. Maybe I'll add an extra strip of Starry Night washi tape that goes exactly in the middle? I'm not sure yet, maybe that'd be too much. (Connor is already distracting down there isn't he? 😄)

I'll be honest with you, Bullet Journaling didn't bring me joy if I knew that other people could see it in the past, but ever since I've decided I didn't care what other people thought, it's so much easier to go full on cringe with it. 😂 Like, it's my journal. I'll put whatever the heck I please in it, it's nobody's business! 💙

I ran out of my homemade Connor/Nines/Sixty stickers again, though. 🥺 Which means I'll have to print some more! Can't wait to go picture hunting and imagine how they'll look like in my Bullet Journal. 😉 (I'm welcome to suggestions, just don't send nsfwish pics, guys. xD)

[mdhwrites]

You mentioned knight Boscha once and it got me into shipping mood for real, I thought a fic idea in milliseconds. Royal Amity having Boscha as knight who's trying to get her attention so hard, add childhood friends to that and it gets even better! And Luz getting into the picture later on, making Boscha jealous for drama points ☕

Luz could be a merchant? Or from a different kingdom.

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Also I'm so into the trope of Boscha having a secret crush on Amity even if it's just fanon sadly. Me being a BoschaxAmity shipper just getting excited for little content that I can find with them that's not toxic bs or another mock at Boscha for being a mEan bUlly for the hundredth time 🙄

Seriously people can't see more into a character beyond canon establishment and it's gets boring and lazy, and Boscha has all that potential still intact somehow sitting there not taken advantage of by the fandom. In a perfect world I can imagine L/mity not being rushed and have my bochamity moments beforehand so I can get good fanship content at least. (I don't really ship l/mity, not as much anymore, sucks that Amity doesn't get content beyond that tho)

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Well I just felt like rambling about ships 😅 I got no asks about the show rn

As I posted last night, this was the post that for whatever reason made my brain buzz and make a brief AU one off about a Blighted princess, Bosched Knight and Luckless Luzer. If you think this is all the Amischa content I have... Well, I focus a lot on Rich Witch and Power of Love for what I promote here because they're the easiest and tie directly back into themes of TOH because they are the ones that took TOH's ideas and ran with them the furthest. The ones started when TOH was full of possibility and such an open space that I feel it COULD inspire a billion stories, while honestly I feel like each special actually shrinks the potential of it and S2 had already done plenty of damage to the world and characters. Got a bit sidetracked but the point is that I do have a LOT more out there (I have literally 43 different TOH stories and 18 of them feature Amity and Boscha in them) so I thought I'd use this post to share some positivity towards Amischa because I think the ship is great. I think the two's relationship in general is fascinating. Though I actually want to say first that I don't think it was ever something the show really should have explored. Not once the first season came out. Hell, I commonly argued between S1 and S2 that the show had so many other things going on, and Winging it Like Witches felt like such a good climax to Hexide elements, that if we never saw Boscha again I wouldn't be surprised. The show was simply past dealing with bullies at that point as it turned its attention towards bigger threats so now that Amity was a friend... Why not move on? BOY WAS I PROVEN WRONG! *eye twitches at the first half of S2 which just kicks its feet as it focuses on not moving the plot at all* Anyways, let's ignore all that and let me flood your timeline with story pitches, hmm? Oh, I will be linking the Lumischa stuff too because I've also done lots of that because... I mean, when I write Lumity, I'm effectively writing S1 Lumity rather than S2 and I still love those two together. They fundamentally changed what I wrote going forward. Boscha just later kicked down the door, took a seat and demanded she was staying. XD Joro Rigged Pets: The barely fanfiction Lumischa story I really need to keep working on since I actually have the cover already commissioned for when I convert it to original fiction. This one features a non-binary Luz who inherits a pair of spiders who aren't spiders but actually the Jorogumo Boscha and the spider she has been incubating for a thousand years, Amity. And that time of transformation is quite close at hand and with it will come complications, love, fears and hungers the sort that no human can understand. Also has LOTS of identity themes in general.

The Crow House: I won't do a hard sell on this one because it died far earlier than I wish it had. A Swap AU is going to feel more like a fix it fic if you're not happy with the source material and that's not what I want to write. As for who was swapped? So many people. Amity and Luz, Lilith and Eda, Kiki and King, etc. Boscha's swap was with Willow where she actually had so much corrupted physical strength as to not be able to safely TOUCH PEOPLE. She literally couldn't control it so a light tap might accidentally come out as a hard jab. She literally shatters multiple of Hunter's bones in her first appearance while trying to apply only a little pressure back. Not that Amity gives a damn. She'll still grab the demon because while Boscha won't touch her, Amity can still touch her hero, regardless of Boscha's protests. A Player, A Scout and a Lich Walk Into An Evil Resident: Technically a future AU with adult Amity and Boscha already in a relationship doing a mission for the Emperor's Coven that ends up not going the way either expected. Fraught With Emotions: Not an AU! Finally. This one has me having Amity, Boscha and Luz go to the Emotionarium, a place where you can have your emotions soothed, twisted, enhanced or even removed. Now why might two old friends want to be in a place like that?

Amity? is Your Baby Tonight: Inspired by a very good Whitney Houston song in my opinion, it's time for Amity, while still having green hair, to serenade and seduce the girl she loves. Where did she get such confidence though?

Amity's Many Misspellings: First just Amischa story with a coffee shop AU! And Amity of all people for some reason being unable to ever get Boscha's name right. Amity's Private Penstagram: Luz and Amity go on a trip down memory lane to pictures Amity had never shared with anyone else before. Especially the one who's picture she took most. Boscha's Best Bedside Manner: A bad night gets worse? when Boscha shows up out of the blue. How could someone as rough and blunt as Boscha ever help with a problem after all? Let alone one that seemed so entirely insurmountable to Amity? (This might easily be the best one off I have for showing why I think Boscha helps complete Lumity as a note). Under a Tree of Love: Two links on this one. This first one features a very short story about Amity growing up under a suspiciously alive tree while finding love with her best friend Boscha under its same branches. If you like it though, I actually expanded it into a full length novella, with a similar but more thorough structure, called Under the Boughs of Love that you can check out through the link on this paragraph. Chapters Left Behind: Amity and Luz sure did abandon their club stand in Sport in a Storm, didn't they? What happened to those books that were left behind? Discarded like Amity had once thrown away a large chapter of her life before? And was there still room for both in her life? I left out a couple AUs that hadn't ever gotten very far and two stories stories that I wrote for a friend that are more sad than anything else rather than hopeful like all of these. I do hope this shows JUST how much I've done with these characters though, especially when I remind you that The Power of Love is still over 300k words, The Eyes Beneath the Water (which has barely had the Amity and Boscha inspired characters even talk to each other, hence why it wasn't linked) is over 80k minimum (haven't done a word count check in a while for it) and Rich Witch is also over 80k words. And most of that writing was done back in 2021 when something about TOH and its community opened up my brain and just let me type. Type so much that in the span of 8 months, I wrote over five hundred THOUSAND words. And boy would I love to return to even a fraction of that strength again. *sigh*

[maryse127]

We did a dye workshop today where we used stencils to paint patterns on tote bags and some people had really beautiful artistic bags and some had bags that were a little messy because they struggled aligning the different layers of stencils correctly and then there is mine

Which looks incredibly random. I did the bird first because we kind of have this family thing going on where we send pictures of birds when we see a funny bird or give like bird themed gifts so yeah I had to put a bird on this. Then I saw someone else with the rose stencil and I had to track that down because I really wanted a rose pattern because my oc is named Rose. And then the stars is because it just kinda reminded me of Noctis (and Luna) from Final Fantasy XV because their night themed names. The blank space is a Taylor Swift reference because I ran out of time.

So maybe not as random as it first seems but more like an accurate representation of my chaotic brain XD

[pinkiemachine]

Doing some Lois & Clark sketching…

On writing Lois and Clark, it wasn’t really Lois that interested me as much as it was Clark, so I’ll get into both of them here.

Lois grew up with a military dad who was very strict and organised and harsh. Her mother was more passive and quiet. Lois’ sister Lucy took after their mother, settled down, started a family, etc, but Lois took after her father (in certain ways). For example, she inherited his stubbornness and determination, not to mention his resilience. She viewed her mother’s passivity as a flaw—why didn’t she ever stand up for herself? Why didn’t she ever challenge her dad, especially on the things Lois personally felt needed challenging? She just chaffed under that situation. So, she decided to move out, get her degree, go to Metropolis and apply for the Daily Planet. She was a self-made woman, a real go-getter, ready and willing to get her hands dirty to make it in the big city. Love? Marriage? Kids? Not for her. (Or so she thought, hehehehehe….) (…I mean, maybe she also had a bad experience with a guy once, but this up here 👆 that’s the main stuff…)

Enter Clark. Now, this guy is a lot more complicated than he first appears. Growing up, obviously he had to hide the fact that he had powers. He was special, he came from outer space, but he could never tell anyone. As a result, he could never honour his family heritage or proudly be a Kryptonian publicly. THEN, he arrived in Metropolis and became Superman. As Superman, he could be all the things he wished he could be growing up without fear of rejection. He could wear his family crest and no one batted an eye. But there was a problem. As Superman, he could only ever be a man of steel. There was no room for “Every Day Clark Kent” in the persona. Superman wasn’t allowed to have bad days. Superman wasn’t allowed to cry. Superman wasn’t allowed to be weak. Ever. He was a perfect superhero. So, ironically, he wound up seeking refuge in being is old self at the Daily Planet. Sure, he had to play up being mild mannered and meek so as to keep people from suspecting that he was really Superman, but at least “Mild Mannered Reporter Clark Kent” was allowed to have bad days. He was allowed to cry. He was allowed to be weak. And because he was bouncing between these two extreme personas, he ran into a problematic situation.

He was in love with Lois, his coworker. He just wanted to ask her out, get to know her, etc, but as Clark Kent, she wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But after a chance meeting when he had to come and rescue her as Superman, she found herself inexplicably falling in love with him (despite how adamant she’d been her entire life about never falling for a guy). She was in love with the picture perfect Man of Steel. Not with Everyday Clark Kent. Clark wanted someone who would love all of him… not just the best parts. And so, as fun as it was being Superman at first, and showing off his powers, he slowly began to resent it a little, and he tried to get Lois to see who he was passed the red cape, ultimately leading to him revealing his true identity to her.

Boy, was Lois not prepared. She secretly admired Clark’s journalism skills (perhaps she was even a little jealous at times) but more than anything, she viewed him as competition. She’s a very competitive gal by nature. She also saw him as a huge dork. She was never gonna fall for him. But Superman… sure, yeah, you could say it was the “Firefighter Syndrome,” you know, a big strong guy who comes along, right when you think you’re gonna die, and he picks you up and smiles and says, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you.” But who wouldn’t get the slightest bit flushed, right? Now, she would never, ever, ever, ever, EVER admit to ANYONE that she had a crush on the big guy—it would be the end of her reputation in the office—but she also couldn’t shake off her feelings. She had it BAD. And she HATED it XD. But, for some reason, the harder she tried to get to know him in interviews, the less interested in her he seemed. Meanwhile, that Clark guy was getting more and more persistent. She didn’t understand… until Clark spilled the beans. Then, she had to wrestle with the realisation that this perfect pillar of strength and morality was also, in fact, her dorky, corny coworker whom she’d been competing with for the past… what, year or so? (Timelines… I don’t have the energy to check my math rn…)

After that day, things changed radically, and neither person was sure where their relationship was gonna go. They were both starting to become vulnerable with one another. Clark was showing her all of himself—his Kryptonian side, his Smallville side, everything. He just wanted “Clark” to be enough for her. Meanwhile, she began to open up about her childhood. There was her brash, business-woman side that she always had on display, but underneath was… someone who was deeply hurt by, as she felt, a very un-loving father. It wasn’t until Clark came around, actively showing her love and appreciation, that she started to realise, “Holy cow… this something I actually want.” Like she’d been starved for affection her whole life. She never stopped being her brash self for even a moment, and Clark wouldn’t have had it any other way, but that’s just it: he loved every side of her. And as she got to know him, she began to love every side of him, too.

TL;DR Lois and Clark’s love story is all about the masks we put on to fit into society and be appreciated by others, when all we want is for that one special person to be able to see and love all the parts we keep hidden away.

[berryblu-soda]

made onigiri today and DIDNT TAKE ANY PICTURES !!! AGHHHH-*bite bite bite bite bite bite* <- sounds of me eating said onigiri btw hahaha

10/10 deffo recommend :D!! not overly expensive if you wanna try em. (ngl im writing this down here bc i ran out of storage space on drive and wanna put this somewhere online hahahaha)

Onigiri recipe ?? 🍙

FILLING:

can of tuna, i used the oil kind, i think theres water one as well??

mayo (main ingredient asides from the tuna)

honey mustard (didnt add too much of this, can maybe be skipped)

salt and pepper to taste (rice has no salt, hence the slightly salty filling)

some sort of spicy condiment if ya want (im a loser and dont do spicy fjdhfsd)

got a can of tuna, drained out the oil, added mayo till it stopped tasting "dry", added just a tiny bit of mustard, then some salt and pepper, filling should have decent amount of mayo but not overpower the tuna, and ever so slightly salty to compensate for lack of salt in rice

RICE

cup of sushi rice (short grain/ sticky rice yk? ) <- rinse a couple times till water runs clearer!!

cup of water (its a 50/50 rice to water ratio here, if you wanna make more add more of both!)

non edible things:

thick bottom pot with a well fitting lid

some sort of cloth

heavy bowl

wooden spoon (ig normal works too tho)

wash and drain rice a couple times (gotta remove the starch!!!). add equal parts of water and rice to a medium sized pot and turn flame on high till it starts to boil, stir occasionally (<- prevents sticking) <- no lid yet

shut off stove once it boils, wrap lid in kitchen cloth, close up the pot and place bowl over lid to add weight and prevent cloth from sliping down. (do not open back up to check on the rice!!!! we´re doing steam cooking here!!!!)

turn stove back on at lowest possible setting for 10 minutes. by the 10 minute mark DO NOT OPEN IT!!!! shut off the flame and let it steam for 10 more. once it´s done open it up and fluff it up so it releases excess steam (prevents mushiness :3)

I cannot help you on the onigiri making process hahaha, but i will say:

rice wont stick to wet hands!!

try not to overdo it with the filling. i found that spreading out a (not overly thin!!!) layer of rice on my hand, placing a bit of the filling at the center then folding the walls in towards it was the easiest way to go. if the walls arent enough to close up the ball bust grab a tiny bit more rice and patch it up 👍

scoop the filling up w the spoon and try not to get it in your hands, you need those for the rice xd

bonus: once the onigiri are fromed you can sprinkle some sesame seeds on em and set them on a pan w the tiniest bit of oil to crisp them up, rlly helps the flavour :D!!

[fff777]

let's see what this shcrodinger's panda is about (wayv in chengdu) :P

Sichengcam!!! He's being a chipper host :P

Winwin: Where are we going, Hendery? Hendery: Ten! Ten: ...uh...the forest

I learned recently that Chengdu is considered the hometown of all pandas :3 So that's why Chengdu is panda city :P

Winwin: We're going to see the pandas eat bamboo and sleep Ten: What do you want to do when you see the pandas? Winwin: Take photos of them eating bamboo and sleeping

Hendery: Do they know martial arts?

Meanwhile Kun cam is much quieter lol

Ten was playing Pokemon on Nintendo Switch

Sicheng said Flareon was Fly Tiger and Arcanine was Bella XD Ten just deepsighing and Sicheng's made up names lmfao. Keep up that energy dude XD

Dejun trying to bring a party mood to the Xiaokunyang van to very limited success

Yangyang: Look at this panda Kun: ...what...?

Kun at Yangyang: We're here to see pandas sand you're singing Kangaroo? Yangyang: ...I'm tripping panda...

胖噠 transliteration of panda lol

Dejun getting matcha ice cream :3

Kun: Do you think pandas can speak Sichuanese?

I too have heard of the famous panda named Huahua. Here's an article about her.

Winwin called Yangyang a fox

Yangyang: We're here to see a national treasure. I should dress more appropriately.

Hendery called Yangyang dad and he immediately rented the scooter for him

Kun: 哪個寶寶要坐? Not wrong, in his eyes, all of them are baobaos.

But Yangyang gave up because it was too difficult to rent the scooter. And Hendery was like "So I just called you dad for nothing? Give it back to me."

Dejun feelin comfortable with Sichuanese ^^;;

Hendery: What if I drop my phone

Makes sense that they have to walk a long way to see the actual pandas. It would probably be annoying to them to live too close to urban human dwelling.

Ten had to smell the poop ^^;;

Finally spotted a panda!!!! But they ran away super fast lol.

Kun got a picture of the panda's back. Cryptid status.

There was such a big crowd waiting and the guys were like SURELY THERE'S A PANDA THERE but once again, crickets XD The editing for this is great

Dejun lifting Hendery to get a better look

Hendery comparing their plight to the bandwagon effect (sheep effect) as quoted by Kun-ge

Ah so this is Schrodinger's panda. Because they exist but not here lol.

I do appreciate that there is a lot of space for the pandas to hide that is away from the eyes of the visitors

Winwin just spent this whole video with his arm around Yangyang

Lol Yangyang had thought that the worst case scenario was that the pandas would just be asleep except he hadn't thought of a situation where he wouldn't even see the pandas lol

Winwin was speaking with a few passersby to get intel on where the pandas were. This is Winwin after he heard from someone that there was apparently a training session for the pandas.

Hendery at Dejun: I'll give you $300 (RMB) if you piggyback me up this hill Dejun: $300? Who do you think I am?! Hendery: $500! Dejun: Don't even think about it unless you have a car Expensive boy

Pandas Winwin is here!!!!!

I think their staff/camera person is Korean so that's why they're still conversing in Korean

LMAO at 13:43 I distinctly heard a Cantonese person asking whether they'd walked the wrong way.

They found them! But I can't see lol.

Look at the people in front who have panda headbands

It's a little one <3

Kun-cam

The sound a human makes when they see something cute :3

A panda centre staff calling out a visitor for taking too many photos that they're going to delete anyway ^^;; and Kun going SKSKSKSKSK

Winwin heavy on the erhua once again

So they ended up heeding the staff's advice and kept walking ahead where they could see more pandas instead of taking all of their photos at the first location lol. Kun and Winwin kept laughing on the way there XD

More pandas

Hendery reading the names of the pandas :3

There's a 17 year old panda at the centre

Kun cam of a big panda munching

At first I was like there's no way Winwin is that much taller than everyone else. And then Hendery was like "Dong Sicheng, don't climb that high!"

Sicheng was talking about how big the panda was but his body language was literally a kid who got caught by his parents while Hendery hyukhyukhyuked X'D

Hendery continuing to barter for a piggyback right from Dejun, offering $700 this time

WayV: *Points at birds* Winwin: The animals we've seen the clearest

Dejun was confused by the red pandas because he was like...how are they related lol.

Making clicking noises to try to get the red panda's attention

Hendery: What do you think the red panda is thinking about? Yangyang: Today...is so boring...Monday Hendery: Time to go to work again

Here, Winwin is saying that the red panda is well-behaved :3 Probably because it is eating out of its bowls instead of playing

Ten thought Winwin wanted to see flowers, but he wanted to see Huahua the panda whose shift apparently didn't begin until 4 PM

Group photo in the mirror

Kun cam of a panda that might or might not be Huahua

Home time

Ten prefers the red pandas to the giant pandas :3 When they were watching the red panda eat, they were commenting on how he looked like Louis, so maybe it was the catlike characteristics that captured Ten's heart :3

Yangyang took Hendery's cool photos, and Kun took Hendery's meme photos lol

Hendery ordering Winwin to pose so that Hendery can take his photo lol

Some cutesy photos for Kun

Winwin: Why do the bamboo trees start to curve as they grow taller? Hendery: You'll understand when you grow to 3m

I had to look up the poem that Winwin was reciting when they looked at the fish in the pond. I think it's by Zhuangzi? Here it is: 北冥有鱼，其名为鲲。鲲之大，不知其几千里也。化而为鸟，其名为鹏。鹏之背，不知其几千里也。怒而飞，其翼若垂天之云。是鸟也，海运则将徙于南冥。南冥者，天池也。 I feel like Winwin references old poetry and idioms the most, which I love!

The guys unexpectedly getting their hearts captured by the red pandas :3

Aw the guys watching the video of the panda one last time :3

[victorluvsalice]

We’ve hit Summer in the Chill Valicer Save, yay! :D Specifically, we’ve hit Summer Sunday, the first day of the season -- which, according to the calendar, was also Prank Day this year! What did my Sims do to celebrate?

Er. . .actually, they just hung around the house. Mostly because I got really busy having them complete a bunch of little goals in and around said house, and -- look, why don’t we just dive right in:

-->First things first -- finally moved those pictures from the Plumbite Pier date they all took on Love Day out from behind the cat tree! Now they’re up in the hang-out room on the third floor, since there was some available wall AND end table space. :) I think they look pretty good there!

-->As for my actual Sims, Smiler started their day practicing some comedy, while Alice was awoken early by a barking Shadow. I decided to have her risk telling the dog to cut it out -- and it actually worked this time, with Shadow learning not to wake up sleeping Sims! Nice. :D However, Alice WAS at full energy and a little hungry to boot, so while Shadow ran off to entertain herself, I had her wolf out and go out for a nice hunt. Victor woke up while she was heading off and got put on “mopping slime creatures/mysterious symbols in the upstairs bathrooms” duty. Fun never stops in a haunted house!

-->Smiler finished off their joke practice while all this was going on -- unsure what else to do with them (as I was trying to let the electrical surplus grow and thus didn’t want them to do anything with electronics just yet), I decided to have them work on their herbalism and prepare some concoctions at the greenhouse cauldron grill! Fortunately, they proved to be much better at it than Guidry and successfully made some deodorant and some soothing skin balm using the supplies in the Herbalism Box, getting all the way up to Herbalism level 4 in the process! Nice! :D And it occurs to me that we should be able to set these for sale at the store too. . . They also took the opportunity to set Elmer on the plants while they worked -- which was good, because a few of them were looking SAD. Look at all those weeds and bugs! O.o What comes when you harvest in a hurry the previous day. . .

-->Victor, meanwhile, was put on pet training duty -- specifically, training Shadow how to fetch! Which -- did not go brilliantly at first, as for some reason Victor kept complaining there was no room inside the house for him to properly throw the ball. Like, that’s a pretty big downstairs hallway/landing area, Victor -- you really can’t find a good place to toss one rainbow ball? *shrug* At least Alice was there to give him some compliments and flirts to distract him from the issue! Even if she was in the middle of eating some raw meat at the time. XD

[voyeuristicvixen]

Captains Log No. 37_February;It came & went *whoosh*

Wow, wild quick photo dump because my Aquarius Square Taurus needs to do things in order and I cant post anything else until I do something with all these pics and post this lmao.

Moo.

Gigii is my soul mate 5eva! I am so grateful because we get to connect and just vibe out being mystical dreamy souls everyday. ~ Blessed

Been leveling up the mystoryyyyy! Proud of the growth every second more people creating a business and thriving and look how good this shi looks! Lucas lameth mystory foodssss. I’m obsessed.

Valentine’s day w my boo. I was so surprised when he had me pull up because he has been spendin more time on Fivem working on his server and things. Im like woaaah when did you even have time because im always tryna get you online. I was tearin up yall. He had my name up in balloons, special trees on the property, lights and gifts, he got me some boots and set up a date doing the most Sag ass thing lmaoo base jumping and skydiving.

Sexy ass... :P

Here we are on this high ass mountain in the brick ass cold about to jump lmao. I was like only this man could get me to do this. XD

Then we played w guns :)

These pictures are not synchonized in time so yea for a brief moment in time my girl Videl (Now Valentine) was living across the street from me, It was a fun cute day we had before she had to go live with her new Soro sisters to pledge but maan it was so fun! She def deserves all the space much bigger than what she had so I dont blame her for moving AT ALL. I cant wait to see her new spot though im sad we not neighbors anymore. :(

Us and our lil ones enjoying lunch and icecreaamss XD

I do enjoy riding around the mystory south sim. So chill for me when im seshing.

Wav’s rez day was such a great time, it was all our newly made friends and we got to see who’s really down with us. Blessed & grateful!

BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN EVERYWHEAA!

We recorded a whole episode of meta love talks and never put it out, we had this whole idea of an event that we wanted to do that we plugged and prepared application forms for and did not go through with it. . . not yet at least! That pic is from the unaired ep. XD

Lol it be like that.

Me and mini me taking produc pictures for the new cakepops for starseeds botanica! now available on marketplace:

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/138024

Super proud of being able to call this gentleman my pops, and to have spent Feb hearing some important history and lessons that are going to be ingrained in my mind and spirit forever! Carter G Woodson thank you for creating black history month for us! Bless!

PANDA PANDA! Great poet, loved hearing them spit bars on the last poetry night event. New people came up that were so good and inspiring forreal!

BHM events were amazing, tap into Meroe facebook for all the pics and updates about thaaat. Wav and my dad Ras went off and it was so heartwarming to see them working and collabing together. So much more I can say about it but words aren’t enough. Grateful, grateful. Ase.

Chillen on the farm, abundance is our birthright!

Now my life is filled with ritual iw and rl, I love starseeds botanica products. I am proud of myself for creating them. Better than I imagined and just the beginning! I got so much more to create! Inshallah

One of the most synchronistic things that happened last month, I ran into the Oatsmill sisters. I was just telling Wav days before about how I saw one of Sage’s sister’s mystory shops being advertised, I didnt realize she had sisters before then. I told him how important legacy names are in that regard, because I respect Sage as an artist, creator and businesswoman I trust her family automatically. So after having this convo I am at my favorite spot in the sandbox. I literally have this particular spot saved in my favorites... and I come back from being afk and there are the Oatsmill sisters working on things nearby me.. just randomly we were all there at the same time. I had never met them inworld until that moment. It was super magickal and we connected instantly. I got to see some cool stufss and eat chicken you know Sage can COOOK! I LOVE THEM!

Salsa nights at Teranga Absinthe lounge is a vibeee, I am super happy to have connected with these beautiful black women , feb felt like faith being restored day by day. Loved it.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney and Pixar Villains x Reader || Smexcerpts

I kinda forgot it was Easter weekend despite bring at my Grandma's place for the holiday 🤦‍♀️ And I was writing this when I got home so Decided it would be a (Belated, in some places) wierd Easter present to you guys.

🥚🍫🥚🍫 Happy Easter! ? XD 🍫🥚🍫🥚

Plots / Includes:

Human!Chick Hicks- &, well, sex in a car. // Shameless groupie fucking and age difference. |450+ Words|

Hades- & his body heat. // Cockwarming and soft space-sharing post-sex. |460+ Words|

Jafar- & your self disgust. // Affair's and fingering. Lets see how many 'obscene' synonyms I can use in this one. |810+ Words|

Ursula- & her first time working with human holes. // Safe experimentation, tentacles, and public space (The beach of course). |680+ Words|

Warnings: Most of the warnings are on the Plot section. All the 🔞smuttiness🔞. All of it.

Chick Hicks:

You don't know what it is, about Chick- on TV, and actually in real life as well, he's repulsive. He really is. You actually came to the race in order to try and fuck Lightning... but then you met Chick, and it was all too easy, and the next thing you knew- you were crammed in the iconic green car, uncomfortable, and getting fucked unexpectedly well by the narcissistic old man, instead?

Let it be said though, that you are not the type of slut to act high and mighty, about who you fuck. And so you're quite prideful about this. Chick is an ass and disgusting, but this whole situation? Having a famous old jackass thrusting and groping you so selfishly, hidden away in just a car (Not a room, not even a stall) totally willingly and knowing you'll forever see him on TV and feel an odd combination of shame and desire burn inside you after this?

That's hot.

So you let yourself get lost in it, not holding back your moans at all and kind of hoping you get caught- that a picture of you a sweaty mess in this car with Chick's fat and hairy cock buried half inside you (With the raunchy bits blurred out, of course) ends up on Page Six. You even reach up with your hands, and pull him down by his racer's uniform to lick a stripe up his neck; Shameless.

The sound of irregularly paced slapping, your embarrassingly real whines and worst of all his terrible dirty talk fill the car and its absolutely obscene, but its perfect. Exactly what you want from him.

"You like that, don't you? Hah- such a little slut, waiting in line for a taste of famous dick. You came all this way for me, didn't you? Ha, ha. Glad to make your dreams come true, baby." He teases, probably badly but you're too close to your high to really notice.

"Oh fuck," He grunts; Your tight, young hole sucking and milking everything he has from him as he thrusts in and out with more stamina then you had previously expected.

You have to remember to give him more credit, from now on.

"Harder!" You plead, loud enough for anyone walking by the car to hear. They would know what's happening without even peering into those dark windows. "Harder, harder! Please- "

"I'm working on it, baby, hold on- " You bite down on his shoulder as he starts shoving himself in even harder, one of your hands slipping into his hair and tugging.

And ohhhhhh, fuck. Does he enjoy that, shuddering out a sigh and fuck under his breath. Who knew Chick Hick's had a pain kink?

Well, you think, a satisfied smirk slipping across your lips as your eyes fall closed, now you do-

Hades:

Everything about Hades ran hot, it was just him. His temperament, for sure, but also his skin (From the top of his head and and the tips of 10 long, spindly fingers right down to his cock- and it got even hotter when aroused), the divine blood racing through his veins... and his thick cum, too.

You loved to just sit with Hades like this; Set in his lap, like a pretty little prize bestowed upon the God, after getting fucked silly. His searing cock still wedged in your meat and forcing your nerves to stand on end for minutes after you finished.

And his seed warm comforting dripping out around him because you're just- entirely too full.

You stretch your body up to brush kisses over his shoulders, smiling when you realise how boiling his skin still is, even minutes after he finished, and glance up to his face to see how he's doing.

His hair is still flushing orange every now and then, embers flying red into the air above you before dissipating. In fact- you come to realise, watching him, that Hades fire is crackling. Like a campfire.

Giggling softly, you look down again but reach up with your arms, entangling them comfortably around his strong neck; Careful not to get burned though. A gentle mewl escapes you at the stretch, feeling pleasantly dozy and well-satisfied.

You could take a nap right here, actually, the feeling of his warmer then natural cock nestled inside you acting like a hot water bottle...

"Uh uh uh... " An ironically icy looking finger touches suddenly to the soft skin under your chin, guiding you to gaze back up at him and that smirk. A familiar, dangerous tone in his voice captures your full attentions back, far too easily. "Did I say we were done? ... No, I don't think I did." His thumb and forefinger hold your chin in place, arching your neck back to look down at you, or your mouth. "Trust me, you're gonna wanna be awake for this."

"Mhmmm," A lazy grin spreads across your face in anticipation, the soft skin of your arm gliding across his shoulder as you lean closer to his face; A little, mischievous glint in your eye as you tilt your head to the side. "But you do all the work, because you're making me sleepy~ "

He grins back, a warm and prideful tone to it as he looks fondly at you. "No problem doll... " His hands, almost hot enough to brand you if he needed to - which you both know he doesn't, - fall down to your thighs, spread wide across his ample lap causing you to let out a little whimper, and he grips them like they're his- before his lips appear by your ear, and under his breath Hades whispers; "Lets see if we can fuck sense back into you for once, huh mortal?"

A shudder escapes you involuntarily just before his toasty lips connect to yours once again and a hot tongue re-enters and warms your mouth.

Jafar:

Why you let him treat you like this, you have no clue. Its pathetic- You're stronger then this. Better then this.

"Oh... And what might you be doing in here, Y/N... ?" Jafar asks, shifting swiftly from surprised to indecently pleased as easily as a chameleon switches patturns- almost without even thinking about it. Because being fake is as natural as breathing, for Jafar. His eyes slip from you on his bed to the perimeter of his private chambers. "In my room... "

But you hand yourself over entirely- you do things that are ridiculously obscene, for him. With him. And why...?

"Close the door." You demand, almost hissing. You don't want anyone to know you're here, to know what you're doing with him of all people- And he's just standing in the open doorway like he's not too bothered either way. Its infuriating and terrifying at the same time, and he just looks amusedly to you for a moment despite the urgency in your tone, thinking how cute your- demanding things of him, - and you get the picture and give in, hesitently. "Please."

"As you wish, my dear... "

And the door latches closed behind him. Your heart thumps so loudly inside your chest that you can hear it in your ears as his cat-like gaze flickers over your body in its entirety- stopping not-at-all subtly over things he certainly shouldn't gawk at so openly.

Shameless, you think, as his tall figure towers over you.

You have no logical rational to offer for it. He's not particularly smooth, he isn't insanely sexy, and he certainly has no redeemable features that you've discovered as of so far.

"Now my dear... I can determine myself why you would turn up here so desperately... But I'll take it from here~ " He sets his staff down carefully against the wall before turning his poisonous gaze back on you, a smirk slipping across his disgusting mouth. "Why are you still clothed?"

You gape. "What kind of question- "

"Unless you desire only the flavour of my snake tonight, which I assure you I would be perfectly happy to provide to you, I suggest you get to your feet and bare yourself for me. Now."

You have nothing except how your heartbeat picks up in speed when his eyes zero in on you when he knows you want him to do things to you, and how the foul way he talks to you can make you deliciously slick in point 7 seconds.

You're throbbing already at the degrading way he talks to you, how what he says makes you want to report him but the way he says it keeps you there.

So you stand.

First goes your lower clothing, hooking your thumbs between your skin and the waist band and peeling it down to the ground before stepping out. You cant help glancing at Jafar before even picking at your upper clothing, and your heart drops at the sight of his vile gaze consuming your genitalia like he's a starving man- even when you just fucked eachother this time yesterday.

Taking a deep breath, you do away with the last bit of your outfit, and he takes his time from then on. He doesn't even touch you for a few minutes, just letting you stand there feeling stupid and cold and absurdly wet. Your face is stony but every other biological response screams for him to do things to you. Please. Hurry up already.

Whatever he wants.

He's a pig, who genuinely believes that women should be silent, that their mouths are for nothing but assurances and a mans pleasure. A narcissist, who thinks he's above everyone else- including the Sultan, and you. And he's cruel. The disgusting man really has no seemingly rectifiable features.

And yet-

When his hands finally get to you, theirs no foreplay. Jafar goes straight to last base, long fingers slipping up easily into your soaking whole and rubbing in there, exploring in there- and you let out a needy moan, hands grasping for purchase at the fabric encasing his sides.

His other hand glides too-gently, creepily, snake-like in fact... down your side. From your back, to down your ribs, to your hip where he teases like he's going to stop and touch around the back, before continuing down your leg and drumming his fingers against your skin as low as he can go without adjusting his height.

Your eyes slip up to his, hatred and disgust glazed over by want, and a nasty grin spreads across his face. "Up, my dear." He says gently, like there is anything between the two of you apart from carnal desire.

You obey, lifting your leg so he can hook it over his hip and spread your hole open wider for his greedy taking- digging in deeper with his fingers - one, two, three, - , before leaning down and smothering your lips with his in a kiss that's full of far too much tongue, and far too much intimacy.

The fact that its unbelievably sexy, just makes you hate yourself.

-You cant help needing him.

Ursula:

"You know, darling... " The sea witch starts, her gaze affectionately on your bare, lower privates as she floats closer to the rocky edge of land, where you sit with your legs spread for her. "I've never done this with a human, before... " She trails off chuckling, as if its such a weird idea that she's even surprised she's doing it. A thick finger finds your entrance and gives a shallow, experimental thrust, and she bites her painted bottom lip excitedly when its wet and curiously squishy, and you buck up into her touch. "Doesn't that make you feel special?"

"Uh-Uh... " Sure. "But do you know what to do?" You're already totally turned on, but you're more then happy to give her a helping hand if she doesn't know what to do with... this, kind of, genitalia. It'd be hot.

Her finger goes in again, rubbing up and down before emerging a second time, causing you to curse and throw your head back. Maybe she's already got it figured out, actually. "Oh," Her voice goes darker and huskier, undeniably aroused by all this, herself. "I think I can work it out. You just lay back and look pretty."

"O-okay... " Oh god, you cant help but think as you do as she says, looking up at the evening sky. Ursula is going to wreck you.

And you are so going to let her.

As you focus on the clouds moving ever-so-slowly above you both, the sunset's pinks and oranges lighting them up, Ursula all but devours the oddly sexy thing in front of her, with her beedy eyes. Its like nothing she's ever brought to orgasm before, and surely other mercreatures would consider her a freak for wanting to put her mouth on it, but really- who cares what they think? More of you for her~

To start off, she decides to continue doing what seemed to pleasure you already; Pushing her finger inside the slick whole and stroking the walls inside, setting a sensual pace that seems to get her pet's delicate thighs shaking, in no time. And oh god, does she like that.

"Hmmm," Ursula hums, wondering as she touches you. How would you react to something... bigger...

Before you realise what's happening, something wet and slimy wanders into you, a fatter, squishier appendage stuffing itself gently into you and a wanton moan escapes you at the full, plush feeling; Hips raising to get more of it. "Ahhhhh~ " More more more-

You recognise that its a tentacle and you're basically now a hentai model, but what do you care- its unbelievably hot, and it fills you way better then any measly dick could. Ursula is going to yank an orgasm from you in no time and you cant wait.

Ursula chuckles, watching her tentacle disappear into that curious, tight little hole and getting mesmerised by it. She loves how your hips desperately roll, wanting more and more and more, wanting the tip deep inside you- and she gives it to you. Pushing deep inside, until she finds a block.

Then she pulls out, before thrusting her entirety right back into you at top speed, making you see white for a fucking second. "Oh my god!- "

They are just the perfect little toy, Ursula thinks, chewing on her bottom lip at the obscene sight of her tentacle shoving into the tiny, unfamiliar space.

When you come you come hard, oozing cum around the appendage and letting it slip onto the rocks beneath you- especially when Ursula takes herself out of you again. She watches the creamy fluid drop out of you, glancing at the rest of your body to see an adorable look of peace washing over you, before a mischievous smirk slips across her lips.

"I wonder if you taste as spectacular as you felt, darling?"

You're just trying to breath, coming down from your high, so you're slow on the uptake but get the picture when something humid comes down on you.

Ursula takes you entirely in her mouth, not caring to take it slow on herself, and gets a good taste of you for the first time.

And certainly not the last.