#because her grandmother is so vile!!!

[pergaminaa]

ok this is partly something i dreamed of but i have something very very specific that Manon’s grandmother did when she was about 4-5 years old that really just fucked her up and left her with mental scars that certainly didn’t heal and ugh yeah i just need to do a bit of research because i know what Dorian would try to do to help i just want to be sure what im talking about first

Just some points on my modern au:

Both Dorian and Manon are from old money families (it’s how they met it was during an exclusive event)

Dorian hates it lowkey he wants freedom and to do as he pleases so he skips as many of these events as he can. But he also knows that if he leaves and Hollin gets in charge… their family would be over because his brother will ruin everything. So he stays around for the sake of his family.

Manon is the opposite. She is always present and taking charge of things in hopes that it would appease her grandmother. But just like everything else she does, it’s never good enough.

She’s a perfectionist who always needs to be in control otherwise she starts falling apart.

She was raised on the notion that emotions are a weakness, and she wouldn’t dare bring shame on her grandmother by being emotional. So from a young age she learned to suppress her emotions and carry on.

She is what her teachers would call ‘academically gifted’ but the truth is, she spent many hours studying and skipping sleep in order to be the top student at her school. Even when she was burnt out (she usually spends summer break studying for the next school year before it starts) she keeps going. Result? Getting a final score of 99.7% caused her to have a breakdown because how was she so careless as to lose that .3%? Her grandmother wasn’t too happy with her score, and she made that very clear.

She’s just so emotionally repressed and very anxious but she’s so good at hiding it no one can tell anything is amiss. Because when Manon is having a breakdown, she does so privately behind closed doors.

She has attachment issues and she’s very emotionality dependent on her dog. Abraxos is her rock and she has no idea what she’d do without him.

Those attachment issues? (Thanks to grandmother’s emotional and mental abuse) Manon often ends up with awful/toxic men just because they’re giving her the right attention that makes her easily want to be with them thinking it is ‘right’ and honestly just doesn’t think much of it (Asterin notices tho and she and Sorrel are always ready to interfere).

She doesn’t have much faith in men anymore. One night stands are way better than a steady relationship and so she swore off dating. All she needs is Abraxos anyway.

[foldingfittedsheets]

My paternal grandmother was a librarian. I only got to see that set of grandparents once a year as they lived out of state. I fondly remember summers spent at their house watching That Darn Cat and The King and I on loop, hunting for water skippers in the back creek, and reading the entirety of the Peanuts comics.

Because my grandma was a librarian she was delighted to foster my love of reading. We made trips to the library every week. One summer when I was seven or so I got really into this kids series about princesses all named after gemstones, each had a unique magic power.

At the end of each book was a puzzle or some extra bit of lore to decode. All of them were easily copied down in some way. Until I got to Sapphire’s book. At the end of the story Princess Sapphire was in peril! She needed a hero to come save her from a terrible fate. And there, on the last page, was a decoder device. It needed to be cut out and assembled.

I had to help save the Princess!!! In the iron grip of a fever of imagination I immediately found scissors and started carefully cutting the page. The page warned only to use scissors with an adult present and I scoffed to think I needed supervision just for scissors! I was a hero!Her plight called to me from the pages, imaginings of how I would daringly rescue the beautiful sweet Princess Sapphire ran through my little brain-

And about halfway up the page toward my goal I froze. This was a library book. I couldn’t cut a library book! What was I doing?! Even now in my memory it stands as a glaring example of the first time I mastered impulse control. Tragically, too late.

I was distraught. My grandma had a sacred duty to books and I, villain that I was, had defiled a precious tome! I wallowed for some time in abject misery, experiencing the greatest amount of guilt my tiny body had ever previously held. I’d probably go to jail. For a crime as monumental as wielding scissors against a book I wouldn’t even get dessert in jail.

Gradually, I processed my way through the grief of my vile deeds. I couldn’t have the decoder, I slowly accepted. That might be punishment enough. And I had only cut the page halfway. So it was only half a crime... It wasn’t illegal to lie when you’d aborted an evil act, right?

I didn’t know but I didn’t want to face my grandma’s potential wrath. I have no memory of my grandma ever yelling at me. I waited until the next day to approach her.

“Grandma? I finished my book and when I got to the end I saw someone had cut the page! They probably wanted the decoder because I also want that but it was very bad to cut a book, wasn’t it?”

My grandma regarded me benignly. She carefully took the book to observe it and nodded. “It’s good to see that they stopped before they cut it all the way out. Let’s go tape this together, and then I can photocopy the page and we can make you a decoder.”

I was ecstatic. Rewarded for my honesty! I created and cracked codes for the rest of summer with the flimsy paper creation we’d made. I genuinely doubt my grandma believed that I wasn’t the perpetrator, but I loved that she acknowledged that the person responsible stopped.

[wandanatswitch]

Hour of the Owl

Pairing: Dowager!Queen Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst w/ happy ending

Summary: “Love can become both a sanctuary and a peril”

Warnings: NSFW +18 minors DNI, age gap (reader is aprox 18, Alicent is aprox 37), step-cest?, mentions of targcest, fingering? (reader receiving) oral (reader receiving), semi-public sex, mentions of infidelity (not between the main characters), religious shame and guilt, mention of suicidal thoughts, emotional dependency/obsession, mentions of homophobia, kinda? Toxic relationship, manipulation, I kinda wrote the reader from a BPD perspective so she could have some traits. Let me know if there's anything missing! NO DANCE OF DRAGONS AU! Note: English is not my first language! And this is my first time writing a fic so please let me know what you think <3 Also there is very few use of Y/N! 

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“May I join you, Princess?” 

The oh so familiar voice echoes through the empty gardens of the red keep perturbs your quiet late night stroll.

“Of course, Your Grace…” You reply while looking at the bushes filled with different coloured roses. “Is something the matter?”

 You wished to deny her, you really did… but as always, you failed to do so, you just could not bring yourself to say no to her, nor to reject her presence, the one that made you feel that stupid agonising passion that made you wish it was possible that two people were one. You wanted to be binded to her. You wanted to lay down under the same tree where you kiss her so desperately, and merge with her so you could never be separated from one another ever again.

She approaches ever so carefully, moving her hand slightly forward, making your hands faintly touch… An innocent mistake is what she would answer if you reproach her.

“Not at all” She gently caresses the edge of the rose petals in front of you. “I simply wished to know if you have received any letter from my son” A lie. “I know i have not received one since he left” Another lie. You knew for a fact that Aemond had written to the Dowager Queen, he told you himself in the only letter he had written to you, and you had heard Princess Helaena trying and failing to tell Aegon about what their brother had written to their mother… “Mother said he was vague , but that he was well… he wrote that he is not bored as he expected to be and that he is actually having a good time…” is what you heard Helaena say, but you stopped listening when Aegon groaned at his sister-wife’s words.

“What is your need to lie to me, Your Grace?” You did not look up from the flowers, you did not dare. “You always lie, at this point i find myself believing that lying is the only thing you know how to do”

That gained you a sigh from her “You are right, I apologize…” she whispers “I just wanted to be alone with you—”

“Please, do not say anything else and just leave” you cut her off in a hostile tone but whispered voice “You said it yourself, we are sinful. This is a sin. We are wrong and the Gods will punish us if we do not stop whatever twisted and vile-” she cut you off when she placed her hand on your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

“I know, my darling but—” she tries to plead, but her words get cut off again. You step back, causing her hand to drop back to her side. “You always do this!” you whisper loudly “You always do this! And it is not fair that you get to treat me like a stupid toy that you only wish to hurt!” Tears are rolling down your face at this point, much to your dislike.

“I am so stupidly tired of this, and I simply cannot bear this anymore…” You closed your eyes and tried to be strong and take a deep breath, but it came out shaky and broken. “...I have two children, Alicent… What am I supposed to tell them when they see me cry in front of them because I just can’t take it anymore? That their grandmother's favorite pastime is to hurt me…? 

“Princess, you are speaking foolishly—” The Dowager Queen tries to say calmly, but once again, she finds her words being cut off.

“Am I?!” You are shouting at this point. The anger, the frustration, the pain, the hurt, everything, finally finding a way out. “Yes you are!” The older woman shouted, matching your tone. “My goal has never been to hurt you! Your pain is the last thing I would ever wish for! Ever!” “You are a liar! You have proven yourself to be—”

“I do not lie to hurt you, I lie so I do not lose you!” She starts to lower her voice, although her tone is still full of frustration. “I love you, you know that very well” “No you do not, if anything you despise me” The Targaryen princess tries to say firmly, but her voice wavers from the tears she has spilled “You would have to despise someone to hurt them like you have hurt me” You look at Alicent right in the eyes “Maybe is not me who you wish to hurt. Maybe you wish to hurt my mother and I am nothing more than a discardable piece to accomplish it.” Your breath quickens, your heart hurts and you feel like dying… you feel as if nothing matters anymore, and at this very moment you just wish to die. 

“You just cannot stand the fact that my mother is Queen, can you? And you are not only taking your frustrations out on me, but you are also trying to hurt her through me. That is what I am to you, right?”

“I will not allow you to say such idiotic, and simply untrue words” Alicent is angry. Angry at herself, angry at the Gods… but she is not angry at you, not fully at least. How can she blame you for thinking that? 

She should have been smarter about this whole relationship, the Hightower thought to herself. She should have never given into her sinful desires, but the want overpowered her… If she didn't know better, she would have thought that you were the reward the Gods had given her for enduring more than fifteen years of not only being Viserys' wife, but also a Queen… Turns out you were not her reward, but her damnation.

“I love you, Y/N” She states, her voice unwavering “I do. I love you more than i have ever loved anything before” The auburn haired woman lets out a tired sigh before walking closer to you. She lifts a hand to place at your waist out of pure habit, but she decides against it when she sees the anger and hurt still lingering in the younger girl's eyes. “I do not feel angry at the thought of Rhaenyra sitting on the throne, I promise you that. If anything, I am relieved… I do not have as much responsibility as I had before… And I do have more liberties too, the eyes of the court are not on me anymore, at least most of the time they are not… If Aegon had been crowned king, most of the responsibility still would have been thrown at me, besides I know he would have not been a good king…” Alicent fidgets with her hands as she continues “And the stupid anger i had for your mother, the foolish one sided fight i had with her for years… is over. I know the tension remains, but I promise you, Y/N, I do not hate her, nor do I wish for her downfall or to cause her pain. I wish her well in her reign.” The older woman’s hands grip the fabric of her dress in an attempt to keep her emotions at bay. “So no, you are not “a discardable piece”, Princess” The Princess does not know what to say, so she ultimately decides to sit at a nearby bench in complete silence. “My dear…” Alicent whispers to the younger woman. “I do not believe you.” The princess does not look up from the ground. “I do not believe a word of what you just said.” Alicent has to swallow a sob, but she cannot hold the tears any longer.

“...Why not?” The Hightower whispers as she tries to wipe her falling tears.

“Why…!?” You stand up from the bench and walk towards her, “Why do I not believe you, you ask?! Because like I said before, you have proven yourself to be a liar, Alicent!” The Princess looks up in an attempt to stop more tears to fall, but quickly realizes that it was a futile attempt to stop what she cannot control. “And because you have never once told me about what you just said. You never open up or tell me how you feel! So how am I supposed to believe you?!” The older woman tightens her lips before speaking up. “Alright. You want me to open up? i will.” Alicent steps closer to you and lifts both of her hands to place them on your waist, and this time she decides not to stop the action. “I wish I was born a man so that I could have you like your husband has you. I wish that I was a man so that loving you was not a sin, but I have slowly come to accept that I would gladly be damned to any of the seven hells if it means that I get to have you, to love you, or to even see your face every day. But I still wished that I was born a man… because it is not fair that my own son gets to have you but if I do as much as to touch your hand I will be considered a sinner by the Gods.” She sounds desperate… She looks desperate. 

“I wish I was a man, so I could grab you by your waist, and push you against a wall, and kiss you until you stopped breathing, and do it without fear” Her hands move to your hips. “….If I were a man, I would use you, I would spoil you, I would devour you, but above all I would love you without fear” Alicent’s grip tightens against your hips. “Oh, Princess… How I would love you… If only fate would have been kinder…”

You have stayed quiet up until this point, the words you are hearing have both made you feel like the most loved woman in the seven kingdoms, and the most doomed one at the same time. “...I do  not want you a man, I want you…” You whisper, but your voice does not lack certainty. “I want you as you are…”

Alicent’s eyes look at your own. She is looking at you with such love and tenderness… the kind that makes you melt and doubt if anyone has ever been loved like that before. “I know, sweetling…” The woman’s right hand moves to your tear stained cheek.

You look at Alicent with a pained expression “I love you” Your hand reaches her cheek as you lean forward for a kiss. You kiss her softly, trying to demonstrate with a kiss all the love you feel for her.

On the other hand, Alicent needs you. She needs to feel you, she needs to taste you, she needs to love you… So she deepens the kiss and squeezes your hips. You break the kiss, but not the distance. As you two look at each other, Alicent’s hands move up from your hips to your back. She wastes no time in starting to undo them with practiced ease. “Alicent—” She finishes unlacing your dress, making it loose on you. “Shhh my dear…  We will be fine…” The older woman utters before kneeling on the soft grass and extending her hand to you, a silent invitation.

As soon as you kneel, her hands are on you again, taking off your dress. You gently grab her face and pull her in for a hungry kiss, which makes her moan in your mouth. 

The princess’ hands are tangled in the Hightowers' hair, pulling her as close as possible, trying to become one with the woman that she loves oh so dearly.

As soon as your dress is out of the way, and you are only covered by your undergarments, Alicent’s mouth shifts to your collarbone, peppering kisses as she works on removing your undergarments. She was like a woman starved. She needs you, and you need her just as much. When your undergarments are not an obstacle anymore, her mouth reaches your breasts. She kisses the soft flesh with a mix of love and hurry, making your throat release sweet gasps and making your back arch.

Oh Gods, the sounds… They only fueled Alicent’s want more and more, and it did not help that your fingers had started to unlace her dress, making it each second more and more loose.

You needed that damned dress off of her, you needed to take it off of her just as she had taken yours off of you. You needed to feel her bare body against yours. You needed her in the way you have never needed anything else… In fact, you are sure that nobody else has ever experienced this kind of need and want.

Alicent continues worshipping your breasts as if they were deities themselves. Her tongue licks your nipple while her hand massages the other, and the moans that come out of your mouth are inevitable.

You finally manage to take the dress off of her, leaving her only in her undergarments… But still, that was more clothing that you wanted her in. “I think it is a little unfair that you have those on while I am almost completely bare, do you not think so?”

The older woman sits up a little bit, stopping her ministrations on your breasts. “You are right, princess… It is not at all fair” Right after she says those words, she removes the upper part of her undergarments, leaving her chest exposed to you. Your mouth finds itself immediately in her breasts… kissing, biting, licking…

A sweet moan falls from her lips , causing you to softly moan in return.

Alicent gently pushes you to lay on the grass, but not before putting your dress as a blanket for you to lay on, causing you to smile at her caring act. “I love you so much… I did not think it was possible to love this much…” You whisper to her, and those may be the truest words you have ever said.

“I love you too. More than anything” She lays down next to you, and instantly kisses you again while she runs her hands through your body. “You are all I need, and there is no such thing as something that I would not do for you, my sweetest girl”

Alicent’s hand reaches your hips and as soon as she grabs the hem of the bottom part of your undergarments, she slides them down your legs.

“We should go to my chambers… or yours, anyone could see us here—” Your words are stopped when two of her digits rub your clit in the way only she could “Oh Gods…!”

Any thought of getting caught had suddenly vanished from your mind, and instead, it was replaced by pleasure and Alicent’s name.

“No one will see us, my darling” She moves her fingers faster, while her other hand caresses your hair “It is the hour of the owl…” She stops her movements so she can position herself between your legs “And everyone knows that this pacific garden is yours, my love, no one will come, do not worry in vain” She reassures you once she is kneeled in between your legs. 

The only response you could give to her was a weak nod, but that quickly changed once her tongue made contact with your core, making you moan her name. 

Your hands made their way to Alicent’s hair, tangling themselves between the strands. The only thoughts you had were of Alicent, nothing more, nothing less. 

One of Alicent’s hands grips one of your thighs, while the other one travels up and towards your chest.

The Dowager Queen was lost on you. On your taste, on how you feel, on how you sound… This is everything she could ever want.

“Alicent…!” You moan loudly as your back arches, involuntarily searching for more. “Alicent I’m close…!”

The older woman's hand reaches for your own, stopping her movements on your breast , and instead intertwines her fingers with yours.

“Go ahead, my darling” Alicent says without moving away from your clit, softly moaning at the taste.

Your grip on your love’s hair tightens, and your eyes roll back. It felt as if you were on fire, and you never wanted it to end… You moan and gasp Alicent’s name as you reach your climax,  your hips bucking up towards your lover’s mouth to ride the last waves of pleasure.

Alicent crawls up and lays next to you… Her hand gently caresses your body as she places a sweet kiss on your lips, when she pulls away she takes her time to admire you… spent, panting, and underneath the moonlight. 

“...Run away with me…”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for laughing at my conservative uncle?

This is an incident that made half of my family go no/low contact with each other, and some still think I was an asshole for it (I think I wasn't), but I wanna get tumblr's perspective. I was 24(F) when this happened, my uncle was 58.

Thanksgiving 2021 my family wanted a big weekend long get together after not being able to do Thanksgiving in 2020 due to lockdowns. Family members took time off work and drove in from out of state so we could all hang out from Thursday to Sunday.

We all have that one uncle who spends every family event saying the most out there racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic/whatever shit, and mine I feel is worse than most. He has some truly shitty takes like "It should be legal to hunt the homeless for sport", and "If a woman doesn't wanna get raped she should get married at like 16 and never go anywhere without her husband," and "If I ever saw a man pretending to be a woman I would kill him with my bare hands, and most of this nation would agree with me". Truly a piece of shit. Meanwhile my family knows I am extremely progressive, so they do their best to keep me and my uncle separate during family events or else it could (and has in the past) lead to shouting matches.

But here's the thing: I would happily avoid him and not talk to him during get togethers, but he loves arguing. He seeks me out. He'll follow me to the bathroom and bring up transphobic things happening in the news. He'll get up from the dinner table to walk over to me and shove an news article about Trump in my face. If he sees me enter the room he'll start talking LOUDLY about his political opinions. He WANTS to argue with me, and the family considers it my duty to ignore him and calls me an asshole when I engage, because that's just giving him what he wants. But he somehow never gets called out for hounding me, because "that's just how he is".

So it's Thanksgiving 2021. And maybe it's because of the therapy, or maybe it's just because I'm getting tired of avoiding him, or maybe it's the lockdowns that eroded my social graces, but I see him spot me from across the room and get that "ohhh I'm gonna make her sooooo mad" little glint in his eye and start to make his way over, and I don't find it infuriating anymore. I find it deeply funny that this divorced, no job, no bitches, deadbeat dad, that everyone secretly hates, has decided the only way he can get a drop of serotonin in his sad miserable life that HE ruined all by himself, is to turn to reactionary politics in a desperate attempt to get a rise out of his niece.

He starts in on the regular vile transphobic shit (I don't need to repeat it we've heard it all before, imagine the worst anti-trans rhetoric you've ever heard and yup. That's what he was saying) and I don't try to counter his points like I usually do. I just laugh. He keeps going, looking more and more puzzled, and I keep laughing.

He thinks I didn't hear him right. No no, I heard it all, and it was funny. He decides I must be too triggered to speak. No I promise, I'm having the time of my life. He guesses I'm not as smart as I think I am then, if I can't come up with a good counterpoint. Oh I'm plenty smart, and you're plenty hilarious.

Long story short he gets madder and madder that I won't engage until he's red faced and yelling. Family members are trying to calm him down and telling me to stop. I don't. I'm not mad that they're again blaming me for the interaction when I was just standing there and HE came up to ME, it's just really funny at that point. Really funny that the entire family walks on eggshells to protect his precious feelings when they could just laugh in his face like I am. My uncle punches a hole in my grandmother's wall and storms off cussing. The mood of the entire Thanksgiving weekend is ruined, and even my most left leaning family members think I'm an asshole because I KNOW how he is and I should have just walked away.

Should I have just walked away to save everyone's Thanksgiving weekend?

What are these acronyms?

[yoke9494]

Baby Bunny🐇 pt2

Sorry for the wait! It's a bit short. I've been getting my health in check so I haven't had alot of time to write. More coming soon! ♥️

Read Pt.1 Here.

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Sleep.

If you stay asleep you wouldn't feel the cold, if you sleep you wouldn't feel the fear or hunger that painfully ran through your body.

Sleep.... Why couldn't you just sleep!!

"Go to sleep my baby carrot. Tomorrow is a new dawn, the sunshine will chase away all the darkness.."

You began to weep when you swore you heard your mother's voice echo in your floppy ears.

Her soft voice was like a soothing melody that chased away the awfulness of the day, the fear of what goes bump in the night.

You curled in on yourself even tighter as you imagined her in her favorite rocking chair. Her spotted ears blending into her hair the same ways your's did. The smile she wore as she told your favorite little bed time story about the sun. You and all your siblings sinking into the mattress, your eyelids became heavier as her voice sang you all to sleep.

Oh how you missed it, being a child, at this moment.

You felt someone vibrate,no it was someone purring.. A heavy hand trying to get all the tangles out of your hair. "Y/n? You need to get up and eat what they gave us.. You'll get yourself sick.."

You didn't want to. Your body has given up..  "This is all sick Lucy.. Sick."

Who was Lucy?...

Lucy was the cat from before. He had become more talkative and gave you his name when you and him were shoved in another metal cage, this time together. Eventually you gave him your name as well-- but that was about it.

Oh how you just wanted to die.. How you just wished to disappear-- things had gotten so bad since being brought to this new hell....

All because you didn't want to eat. Just one meal-- you skipped only one!

Your stomach was in knots, even the smell of the plain rice had you nauseous. But that wasn't a good enough excuse for the vile men around here, you were dragged out of the cage by your ears for being so ungrateful.

The dirty man had rolled you over and began to paw at your soft skin with his rough hands. He was going to use you like those other men used that poor songbird.

No matter how much your cried, scratched, and kicked. That only seemed to excite him even more!

But before his pants could drop down to his ankles. Your body jerked from a violent bang. A warm liquid rolled down your back..

He was shot right between his eyebrows. You don't know who he was, only the fact that he was the same man that pointed at your rusted cage days before.

He didn't say a word to you as he shoved you back into the cage. He didn't even seem disgusted that was was touching you while you were covered in another man's blood..

Only for him to come back after an hour to hose you down and throw you into another cage with Lucy.

And now here you are, slowly shutting down together..

His purring got a little louder as he curled up next to you. A way of trying to comfort the both of you and for warmth. "The sun will chase away the darkness. It'll be okay."

You let out a choked breath.. And turned to him with tears in your eyes. "What did you say?"

He shrugged. "The sun will chase away the darkness. It's stupid but it's from a story my grandmother used to read me. I guess it means there will be a brighter day tomorrow. And all the darkness of the previous day will fade away if you keep looking forward.. I know it's shit but it's all I got."

You nodded. "The story of the sun and the shadows.. My mother used to read it to me too. It's what I've been thinking about also.---"

The air became still as you both held in your breath. The sound of faded voices and muffled popping bounced off the walls.

A loud screech made both you and Lucy push down on your ears. Your teeth ground together as everything became louder.

Those popping noises? Gun shots..

Those voices? We're so many different tones screaming at on another. But your ears picked up on one.. The tone was foreign.. Broken English?

"You took my money and only send half shipment. I'm missing two!"

The voice began to speak in a language you didn't know.. You were so invested in the conversation that you didn't hear heavy footsteps walking down the concrete steps.

Until Lucy brought you closer to his body and hissed. His claws extracted and his back became stiff as it arched.

You nearly screamed when your eyes locked onto low lazy purple eyes. A man with gelled black and purple hair stood outside your cage. His slited eyes narrowed in on you as he began to purr.

Lucy out one arm around you and clawed with the other at the cage to get him away. The man didn't move an inch, he gave you a lazy smile and chuckled under his breath.

He stared at the two of you before letting out a happy sigh and stand up straight. You saw a tattoo on his neck as he crained it back to yell up the stairs.

There was that different language again... You wished you knew what he was saying.

More footsteps echoed as they came down the stairs. One by one new figures came into the room. Another male cat made Lucy almost feral. This one had the same purple eyes as the other, only this male seemed bored and had longer hair...

Next was another male, only a dog hybrid.. His black ears blended into his hair.. His eyes were of different colors-- one completely white with a large scar slicing through it.

The next figure sent fear running through your body..

Slowly he approached the cage. The closer he got, the more you huddled yourself closer to Lucy..

A snake hybrid...

He had long white hair that reached his shoulders. He had the same tattoo as the two other males, only on the shaved side of his head.

His slited black eyes looked evil as he smiled down at you and Lucy. His forked tongue flicked out to wet his lips..

He spoke to the others as he pointed at you. You didn't understand...

Lucy hissed when one of the male cats reached for the lock. It was the bored looking one with longer hair.

"What's happening?"

Lucy kicked at the cage and held onto you tighter. The other male stepped back---

Lucy let out a low growl. "They're going to take you.."

You felt sick.. wait-- how did Lucy know that? Could he understand them.

*Click.*

You both slightly jumped-- Lucy became stiff? Why-- looking behind him you gasped.

A gun was against the back of Lucy's head.-- a new male in another purple suit-- Wait! Your tail twitched when he bent down to get a look in the cage. He-- his white ears were popping out of pink pretty hair. They slightly bent as he peeked into the cage.

Another bunny! Someone who couldn't tear you apart with their teeth. Someone who wasn't a natural predator to your kind--

His nose scrunched up and he sneered at you. He looked eat you as if you were disgusting... He stood up and spoke to the others-- You understood one word! Or should you say one name? You heard the name Mikey a few times---

Lucy let out a pained whine and slumped against your body. You nearly fell forward from his dead weight. What did they do to him?! He had a  thin trail of blood coming from the side of his neck.

You could see the lazy eyed cat holding a needle!

You held onto Lucy when the bored cat began to open the cage. You tried to shake him awake but it was no use. There was no where to run-- you couldn't hide..

A burning sensation started at your neck and traveled to the end of your spine. A familiar feeling flooded your muscles, you felt so heavy as you tried to move. You Tried to shoot past between this mans legs to run! But the world became blurry and the last thing you saw was the other bunny looking down at you with amused eyes. The last thing you locked your eyes on was his smile. It stretched like it belonged to a mad man. Diamond shaped scars crinkled at the edges of said smile.

It was frightening.

Everything became dark. All sounds became muffled, except for that name. They were speaking about the same person again..

Mikey...?

...........

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[darkmasterofcupcakes]

In hazbin hotel, being Gay has no bearings on going to Hell or Heaven (the "vile and blasphemous" line was because Charlie is Lucifer's daughter) , so I don't think Vaggie would feel too weird about being attracted to women, especially once more openly gay, Trans etc people arrive.

For the first century and some of her life? Sure.

But I think she would be accepting of it in the last 80-90 years of her time in heaven, especially since the Sisterhood of the Exorcists is promoting a very violent mindset and killing sinners in secrets, it leave little room for interactions outside of the group, cue experimentations.

Also, considering how Agatha annoyed Lute for not being "proper" regarding the "out of wedlock baby" and single mom status, I think it would fuel her desire to accept Vaggie's gayness.

I can even see Lute appreciate how it can make Vaggie feel more like a part of the group on the more pragmatic side, or at least use it as an argument for people who are bothering her on it and that she won't just ignore or scare into silence.

I never really thought about that, but you do have a point. I think a lot of people assume Lute is homophobic (and maybe she is) because of her line about Charlie and Vaggie's relationship, and well as one of the comments about Angel in her solo during "You Didn't Know" but you could argue that, like you pointed out, her issue with Charlie and Vaggie dating could be more based on Charlie's status as a demon/Lucifer's daughter than them both being women. And the thing with Angel could just be a commentary on him being so willing to have what is implied to be casual sex in general, regardless of the gender of his partners. Obviously those are still not good views to have, but they are possibly alternatives.

I do think that Vaggie would still struggle a bit for a while, though part of it would be her just kind of making the wrong assumptions regarding why her mother was essentially judged behind her back? At least when she was young. Because she heard occasional whispers (and the one time she asked about her grandmother and why she'd never met her, Lute did explain that Agatha didn't like the fact that Lute wasn't married to Vaggie's father) where people would say pretty insulting things about her mother when Lute herself wasn't there to hear, regarding the fact that she wasn't even in an official relationship with, much less married to, Vaggie's father. And young Vaggie initially made the wrong assumption that the issue was more about the fact that her mother wasn't in relationship with a man, period, rather than the truth, which is that the issue was that Lute was an unwed single mother by choice.

But Vaggie did likely figure it out more as she got older and especially after officially joining the Exorcists....at least in part due to the reasons you pointed out. With how secretive the Exorcists are supposed to be, while it's probably not impossible that some of them have partners outside of the group who just are told cover stories for what they do for work and/or what they're doing when they're gone during Extermination Day, a lot of them likely just have relationships among each other to avoid any of that. And in my AU at least, while Charlie was Vaggie's first serious girlfriend, I will say her first kind of trying out a relationship with anyone was likely with another Exorcists, probably one who joined around the same time she did. She likely did still feel weird about it for a while, and didn't fully realize she was a lesbian until a fair bit later.

Lute likely was more accepting of Vaggie's sexuality than some might expect, partially out of spite regarding how hurt she was at how her own parents, especially her mother, who she had been very close to before Vaggie was born, basically cut her out of their lives for her decision to raise Vaggie on her own. So while she obviously couldn't be as accepting as she wanted to tell herself she would be - she does still find the relationship between Vaggie and Charlie shameful, sadly - she is fully accepting of her daughter being gay. Also helps that I might actually headcanon Lute as not actually being straight, but rather gray-ace or demi - she's pretty much only interested in Adam in regards to sex or romance (though the romance part even she's in denial about).

[drakaripykiros130ac]

In defense of Prince Daemon Targaryen: I am getting pretty sick and tired of him being perceived as a cheater without any proof whatsoever.

We can all agree that Fire & Blood was written by maesters who supported the Greens, and they have not hidden their distaste for Daemon while retelling the events of the Dance. Safe to say that they are extremely subjective and have a tendency to spit on both Daemon and Rhaenyra. You can sense it while reading.

Now, in terms of Daemon’s sexual life, everyone knows how much he despised his first wife, with whom he had a marriage on paper only. He didn’t live with her, did not hide his dislike of her and constantly insulted her in public. He also did not bother to hide the fact that he constantly spent his time on the Street of Silk, bedding whores during his marriage to Rhea Royce, not to mention his long affair with Mysaria.

Daemon’s marriage to Rhea Royce was not considered a real marriage, in my book. It was not consummated and they didn’t live together. Not to mention that Daemon didn’t even say his marriage vows. His grandmother, Queen Alysanne, had to do it for him. Him bedding whores during this farce of a union cannot be considered cheating either.

Now, when it comes to his other two marriages to women he chose (Laena and Rhaenyra), there are only rumors. Pure gossip without any proof whatsoever:

1. That Daemon slept with Rhaenyra while married to Laena

2. That Daemon had a threesome with Laena and Rhaenyra the same time he was married to Laena

3. That Daemon was sleeping with Mysaria while married to Rhaenyra, and living at the Red Keep (and even more scandalous: that Rhaenyra was somehow ok with it and even gave her permission - this is such a big fat lie)

4. That Daemon started an affair with Nettles while being married to Rhaenyra

There is no proof that any of this happened. No proof whatsoever. Just whispers and gossip, because of course, Daemon sleeps around while married to Rhea Royce, and he must be doing the same while married to his other wives too, right?

Wrong!

Daemon chose to wed Laena and Rhaenyra, not to mention that these two women are Valyrian, and in his eyes, worthy of his respect.

Now, my opinion on the rumors above mentioned:

1. Even though Daemon was still carrying a torch for the Princess, and Rhaenyra spent a lot of time on Driftmark, I seriously doubt that Daemon would have cheated on Laena. Yes, he wanted Rhaenyra, but he wouldn’t have done that to Laena, a Valyrian wife he chose who gave him two daughters, and became pregnant once more. Not to mention that Rhaenyra and Laena were close friends. Rhaenyra would not have done something like that to her. Bottom line: although Daemon and Rhaenyra still had feelings for one another, there is no proof they slept with each other behind her back, and neither would have done that to her.

2. I seriously doubt this rumored “threesome” ever happened, even with Laena’s consent. It’s just weird. Rhaenyra was married to Laena’s brother, and she and Laena were close friends. As close friends as these two women were, I doubt that Laena would have agreed to share her husband with Rhaenyra. Again: this is nothing more than gossip, based on the fact that Rhaenyra spent a lot of time on Driftmark.

3. This one is wrong on so many levels! Rhaenyra is highly possessive of Daemon throughout their marriage. That much is clear. Do you honestly expect me to believe that she would have agreed to let Daemon restart his affair with Mysaria??? She threw a fit at the simple thought of Nettles seducing Daemon.

And why would Daemon get together with a woman much older than his niece/wife?

Once again: vile rumors without proof. Was he seen sharing a room with Mysaria after the Fall of King’s Landing? Were they seen together? No.

4. Ah, the absolute favorite. Daemon was so close to the girl the same age as his daughters, that he started bedding her. What proof is there?

He gave her gifts? He gave her a brush and some decent clothes because she was poor and a mess. He didn’t give her gifts which indicate courting, like he did Rhaenyra: jewels and silks.

He was caught bathing with her? Was he really?

The absolute truth about Daemon’s “relationship” with Nettles was revealed when he received Rhaenyra’s letter of paranoia, asking him to get rid of the girl.

Daemon was visibly saddened and instantly recognized Mysaria’s work to try to undermine him in front of Rhaenyra. Mysaria was interested in getting more power, as Rhaenyra’s closest advisor, and she knew that would never happen as long as Daemon still had her trust. She saw the distressed state in which Rhaenyra was after the two bastards betrayed her. She believed Addam and Nettles were not to be trusted either. And to add to that paranoia, Mysaria whispered in Rhaenyra’s ear that Daemon was cheating on her with that girl.

Daemon may have gotten close to Nettles (it is also speculated that she may have been his bastard daughter), but people are quick to believe the worst of him. If he is not with Rhaenyra 24/7 but with another person, then he is automatically cheating on her with that person.

This is all such complete bullshit of green propaganda.

Don’t even get me started on the rumor that Daemon somehow survived the Battle of God’s Eye and went off to be with Nettles. People who say this clearly have zero understanding of Daemon Targaryen. He would have never abandoned his family or the chance to bring House Targaryen to the power it was during the Conqueror’s reign. This is what defined him. This was his life purpose. And you’re telling me he somehow survived that pretty fatal fall, abandoned Rhaenyra, Aegon, Baela and Rhaena and disappeared with a bastard girl he knew for a short time? Please…

Rhaenyra was the it woman of Daemon’s life. She was literally the wife of his dreams, and he did everything in his power to be with her. As soon as Laena died, he arranged Laenor’s death to free Rhaenyra from that useless marriage and marry her himself. She was the mother of his sons, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Daemon had no reason to be unfaithful to her, nor do we have any proof that he ever was, except the words of highly subjective, misogynistic idiots who are pissed that the bloodline they rooted for didn’t prevail.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Timing of Jane Pauley interview and Richard Eden comments by u/Winter-South-7448

Timing of Jane Pauley interview and Richard Eden comments Wow! The timing of Richard Eden's massive attack on the dumb prince just now, and almost at the same moment the announcement of the Harkles shock interview with Jane Pauley, the first big TV interview since their Oprah Lie-Fest.I'm really interested in these two things happening at almost exactly the same time; a really severe attack on the idiot prince by Richard Eden for Harry using Her Majesty QEII to get what he wants, and the announcement of Jane Pauley interview.I think its fair to say all we sinners are much more sophisticated and educated now about how the media works, and the timing of annoucements, and general attempts to manage, manipulate and spin stores.This latest piece by Richard Eden is the most out-there he has been in critisizing the idiot prince. He obviously feels he has licence to do so now, because while normally critical of the wicked duo, he is usually quite restrained and understated, gently suggesting possible opinions people might have about them.Sounds to me like someone in the RF has given Richard Eden the go-ahead to take off the gloves. The idiot prince trying to use Her Majesty QEII for his own ends, exploting her good name and legacy to get what he wants, when she is not in a position to defend herself, may just have been the final straw for The King. Claiming that HMQEII is supporting the idiot prince, looking down on him from heaven and approving his conduct which has been publicly and relentlessly critical of The King, and telling Harry to "see it through to the end" is tastless, vile and exploitative behaviour by the idiot prince.And Eden has taken his criticism to a new intensity, acknowledging the grief Harry caused the dying Monarch, by just coming right out and saying "Shame on Harry for now trying to use the memory of a grandmother he did so much to hurt in her final years.".The unexpected announcement that the Harkles are talking to Jane Pauley smells to me of the wicked duo trying to get ahead of negative news. Forget all the nonsense about their so-called anti-bullying campaign. They are doing the interview because they want to get a message out.Could it be that they have been told by the RF of changes to their status, of the loss of some of their prestige or titles, or some other final action by The King, and they are trying to get ahead of the story, by making the announcement themselves as though it has been their decision? As in, we have decided to relinquish our titles, or we have decided to break all contact with the royal family, or Harry and the two doll-children are relinquishing their place in the line of succession?Harry made those comments about HMQEII one week ago (last Thursday), and there may have been immediate consequences behnd the scenes for the wicked-duo, which saw them making a quick decision to arrange the Jane Pauley interview to try to spin any forthcoming negative annoucement about them by the PalaceJust seems to me that Richard Edens story is laying some useful PR groundwork, finally calling out in no uncertain terms Harry's shocking behaviour, and helping to justify action by the RF to punish or finally cut-off the Harkles.The idiot Prince has exploited, used and abused William's good name, that of Catherine, Camilla, and The King. Maybe going after The King's late mother HMQEII was too much for Charles, and he has finally had enough.Am I wrong? Is this just wishful thinking? post link: https://ift.tt/m2uIvcB author: Winter-South-7448 submitted: August 01, 2024 at 04:34PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[stargirlfeyre]

Where to start.

Let someone make fun of Nesta being physically abused by her grandmother and see how they react. I don’t know what’s more insane. Using the fact that Mor was brutalized by her family as some sort of gotcha moment or having Feyre be a spokesperson for all the vile shit you think about Mor in defense of Nesta.

Feyre would never throw the abuse Mor went through in her face like this. Your burning hatred for Mor makes you blind to the fact that for Feyre, Mor is her true sister. Actually I’m pretty sure Mor being Feyre’s true sister is why y’all have this burning hatred for her.

The way this fandom treats Mor’s trauma simply because she had no problem standing up to your favorite characters and because she’s a loved member within the IC is nothing short of disgusting and ignorant. Just today I’ve seen people painting her to be some out-dated bimbo stereotype from a teen movie and now I see people writing Mor’s sister throwing the abuse she faced at the hands of her family in her face…one day we are going to have a conversation on why this girl gets y’all so heated.

[galgannet]

Ahmose I (Ahmes I) was a pharaoh who reigned approximately 1550 - 1525 BC. e., and is the founder of the 18th dynasty. He was never particularly popular or known and that’s the reason that made me draw this picture so that people would remember him or learn about him. Ahmose's reign began on the day he came of age (at the age of 16), by which time his heroic father Seqenenra Taa II was already dead (he died not from intrigue, as you might think, but in a battle with the Hyksos). Ahmose's mother, Queen Yahhotep, initially ruled together with her son until he got married. Having blessed the couple to have a long and happy life, she finally retired from political affairs (not really). Ahmose continued the war with the Hyksos because his father’s work had to continue and his death had to be avenged. The brave pharaoh set his sights on the very capital of his vile enemies. The young pharaoh entered into an alliance with Crete, which was famous for its unsurpassed fleet (And also for dancing with bulls and a centralized water supply, but that’s another story). He led the combined fleet to Avaris, a fortified city located on the Nile Delta, which made approaches to it from the river quite convenient. Nevertheless, the siege lasted for an indecently long time and only in the 11th year of the reign of Ahmose, the city was captured through a fierce assault. Many hands were cut off, and the water was stained with blood to the delight of the alligators. The unfortunate Hyksos were forced to retreat all the way to Asia, liberating all of Lower Egypt. But this did not stop Ahmose. The thirst for revenge and the desire to protect Egypt from further encroachments by the Hyksos forced him to capture the Sharukhen fortress in Palestine. The last stronghold of his enemies fell. All this time, Queen Yahhotep did not sit idle and actively helped her son in military activities, earning awards for her valor (perhaps we will talk about her in our next illustrations). Recapturing Egypt became the greatest deed in the life of Ahmose (which, you see, is quite impressive). While the young pharaoh was engaged in his military activities (after all, as you know, once you start, it’s impossible to stop), his still fragile power over Egypt weakened. Uprisings began. However, they were successfully suppressed, thus finally strengthening him on the throne. Finally, as he grew older, Ahmose’s ardor subsided and he began construction work. However, he was not so good in this field and practically not a single building of Ahmose has survived to this day. However, during his time new quarries were opened for the construction of temples, so everything is not so bad. Ahmose's mother and grandmother were quite strong women who actively participated in political and even military activities until their last day. The first wife of Ahmose, Ahmose-Nefertari, also did not lag behind her relatives. All these women overshadowed Ahmose himself (we will not write about their deeds here). However, he loved his family and treated them with respect, which is reflected in some frescoes and in the records of scribes. The painting reflects my interpretation of the fresco on the stele that Ahmose dedicated to his grandmother Tetisheri after her death. Here he makes offerings to her. Ahmose died early, he was about 40 years old. After his death, his son Amenhotep I took the throne. If you want to know more about this pharaoh, but don't want to read boring historical texts, there are works of fiction on the topic. Ahmose is the main character in Naguib Mahfouz's novel The War of Thebes and Christian Jacques's Wrath of the Gods trilogy. Both works tell the story of the liberation of Egypt from the rule of the Hyksos. Artstation | Deviantart | VK | Commission List

[lvrcpid]

could u please do angsty prompt 77 with neyetam? maybe reader's dating neteyam and follows him into something dangerous and gets hurt?

of course honey! i hope you like it ♡

neteyam w prompt #77 ☆

“You shouldn’t have been there!” — neteyamxgn!reader

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you sat in your pod all alone, time seemingly going slower and slower as you waited for your boyfriend, neteyam, to return.

your relationship had been falling faulty though. he’s been going out more recently, shrugging you off, canceling dates. and it made you wonder, did he love you the way you loved him. he was the light of your life. you even remembered that he never even told you that he loved you, opting to kissing your cheek instead.

the way he used to look at you when you talked, his smile, his small praises. everything. you loved neteyam. you loved him so much.

but you didn’t know if he loved you back.

sitting up from your spot you remembered where neteyam told you he would be for a few hours. he was on a solo hunting trip! it couldn’t be too dangerous, he’s probably just hunting for fish to eat.

you stood up and grabbed your bow and arrows, walking outside and calling for your ikran. as she landed next to you, you climbed on her back and road off into the sky.

after flying for a few minutes, your ears perked up as you heard neteyams voice coming from the trees. with a smile you flew down to the voice and hopped off of your ikran, running over to him and smiling. “teyam!!” you waved at him. his face riddled with shock as he quickly held a finger to his lips as he turned to you.

“what? what’s-“ you heard a branch snap behind you. oh shit. you barely had time to think before the unknown animal tackled you to the ground, it’s sharp claws creating a long and deep scratch down your back.

the scream you let out was vile as neteyam ran over to you, fighting off the creature with his leftover arrows before running to your side.

“(y/n)! what’s wrong with you! eywa come on!” he quickly lifts you up by your shoulders and gets you on his ikran, quickly flying off as you weakly called for yours to fly with his.

the fly back to mo’at was silent, neteyam didn’t want you talking much cause one, he was frustrated with you and two, you needed to save your energy. you on the other hand were worried sick. you almost died but neteyam is mad at you, that’s wayyy more important.

when you both arrived back to the forest, he quickly got you to his grandmother, cringing as he saw your wound first hand.

it was long and some what deep, blood was literally everywhere. he’s surprised you didn’t bleed out but was thankful you did. he didn’t know what he would do without you.

mo’at quickly took you into her care before pushing neteyam out. he paced the entrance and prayed to eywa that you’d make it out alive.

after a few hours mo’at let neteyam come in “they’re awake, they’ll be fine.” she smiled before leaving the pod.

neteyam rushed over to you and held your hands with a smile. “eywa you are so dumb sometimes..you shouldn’t have been there!” he scolded, tears brimming his eyes. “woah why are you crying?” you said, cupping one of his cheeks and frowning.

“cause i almost lost you okay?! i don’t know what i’d do without you and the fact i almost lost you made my heart shatter because..” he looked up into your eyes, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

“because i love you (y/n).”

[fyresaber]

a reading of lightning returns as a study of bodily autonomy and assault:

lightning is subject to slavery as bhunivelze totes around her body as he wishes to sexually, emotionally, and physically assault a man she considers her son, using their bodies to exact violence upon each other. doubly vile that he usurps the body of one who his daughter loved for the spiritual resemblance she bore to her mother and grandmother he killed. lightning does all that he commands, half because she does not recall the abuse that was sustained, but primarily to guarantee the well-being of her two children whom he holds hostage.

when lightning confronts bhunivelze last upon his throne and in his realm, he feeds her promises of how they will rule together. he assumes generosity in showering her with his divine love, adorning her in his light, and begging her to surrender to his almighty power. lightning's revolt is using those "gifts" against him, making a mockery of his promises and power as he doesn't know she's already rejected him after learning how he violated her son. it is hope’s love he abused and hope’s love that she weaponizes against him in her "last resort." finally she penetrates bhunivelze with the knife her sister gifted her to "always keep her safe" (at her job surrounded by violent men), the knife she gave that very son to protect him, raping bhunivelze back. she steals hope, her sister, the other hostages used against her back, bhunivelze's throne, his souls, his new planet, and his life, leaving him with nothing.

lightning’s desire to still assume her forced role as wife and goddess after killing said husband is not only to revel in his death but to reclaim her bodily autonomy and assert its supremacy. hers is everything. even though it’s not what she “wants” (why shouldn’t she though? ultimate power among women should never a bad thing) it’s what she needs to feel in control again after a lifetime of tattoos, brands, and focuses that have made her relive as a slave.

i think one of interesting ramifications of a new world hoperai and why it’s so powerful the series ends with her seeking him out again after withholding contact is how they’re shown to be making efforts to reconcile even after digesting the trauma of bhunivelze using their bodies so violently against each other. especially angst-inducing when you think only hope remembers how “she” assaulted him or he assaulted her. (one of the reasons i like the opera omnia arc where he leaves her, drowning in the guilt of his unreciprocated desires being used to hurt her in a way she can’t even recall.) lightning and hope reconciling is a final spit in bhunivelze's face, a man who couldn't even contemplate an earnest relationship with his children. a mother's love reigning supreme.

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Part Seven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (20 Years), Fluff, Smut

Words: 3,896

Notes: In this Fic, Cillian is 40 and the Reader is 20. Cillian is divorced and the Reader is single. This is not based on Cillian’s real life.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

The following morning, when you saw Cillian on set, things had improved between you. He was his usual cheerful self and this surprised you. Had he forgotten about your kiss? Had he moved on? Because, you sure did not. You still wanted him as much as you did three or four days ago and, the truth was, that your attraction towards him grew even further since yesterday.

He clearly woke up on the right foot that morning. He smiled at you and interacted with you in a kind way and it was not until James came up to you and gave you an unsolicited hug, that your own mood turned vile.

“I am sorry for your loss” he said and, since you had not spoken to him about your grandmother’s passing, you wondered how he knew. Who had told him about it? Cillian? Natasha?

“How do you…” you thus began to ask but James cut you off mid-sentence.

“Your parents told my parents and my parents told me. You know how it is. They talk” he explained before telling you that he, too, would be attending the funeral.

“Why? You never liked my grandmother” you pointed out and James immediately took hold of your hands.

“Because I want to support you, which reminds me…” James began to say while you were trying to pull away your hands from his. “I booked dinner for us tonight. Just you and me at the French restaurant downtown. I figured this would cheer you up” he then went on and your chin dropped.

“You what?” you asked surprised.

“Common Y/N, let me be there for you. I still love you, you know” he then told you almost desperately and you could not believe what you were hearing. You were flustered and somewhat angry about James’s behaviour, on set, out of all places.

“James, I have no intention to get back together with you. You need to move on and give me some space. Despite, you are behaving very unprofessionally right now” you told him in response before looking over towards Natasha and Cillian, pleading for help and help came in a form you did not expect.

“James, common. Leave the poor woman alone” was the next thing you heard and, just as you did, you turned around and saw James’s sister. Her name was Laura and you always liked her. You used to hang out with her at the congregation and, just like you, she never really bought into the religious practices her parents forced upon her. Unlike her brother, she had always been rebellious, much to the dislike of her parents and her presence excited and surprised you.

After seeing her, you greeted her with a hug before asking her what she was doing here, on set of Peaky Blinders. You knew that she had moved to Liverpool a few months ago but usually guests and other patrons were not allowed on set.

“Well, since dad is financing the show, I took up the opportunity to have a look. You look awesome by the way, in your costume” she said while looking you over.  

“So, are you after a tour then?” you wondered.

“No, I am waiting for my brother to introduce me to the man” she teased in response and this statement confused you.

“The man? Steven Knight?” you thus asked but Laura began to laugh.

“No silly. Cillian Murphy. I am too shy to go over and introduce myself” Laura said before telling you about the crush she has on him. It was an innocent crush and, according to her, she liked him ever since Batman.

“Uhm, right. Well, I guess I could introduce you if you like” you offered, trying to be polite rather than act suspiciously.

“Oh yes please” Laura said happily before James interrupted again.

“Jesus Laura. He is like 15 years older than you. Don’t you think that is a bit weird?” James asked and you could not help but laugh.

“And your point is?” Laura teased before an argument broke out between the siblings, which is when you knew that you had to leave and carry on.

“You know what, I should leave James to introduce you to Cillian. I really must go and film this next scene” you told Laura, excusing yourself and, luckily for you, she was preoccupied with her brother.

“That is fine. I will introduce myself if James won’t and then I have to go back into town myself. I have an appointment this afternoon. It was good to see you Y/N” Laura told you and you gave her a quick hug goodbye before James continued on with his lecture.

***

Over the remainder of the day, you filmed a few more scenes, all of which you had rehearsed several times. The dialogue you were tasked to present was not too difficult and neither was the act you had to put on.

Thus, it all went smoothly and, by around 5 o’clock, you were done and went back to your apartment for dinner.

As usual, Natasha had cooked. She loved cooking and thought that it was relaxing which, as someone who hated meal preparation, was something you never quite understood.

While she was making some spaghetti Bolognese, you got to talk and, of course, she brought up Cillian again.

You told Natasha about your upcoming trip to Cork and she informed you that she, too, was travelling back to Ireland during the break.

“I think Cillian is going too” she said out of the blue, causing you to chuckle.

“Yes, he said he would be flying to Dublin. He is having his kids stay with him for a week before returning to Liverpool” you told her while sipping on a glass of wine.

“So, you are talking again, huh?” Natasha asked with a smile and you nodded shyly before responding to her question.

“Yes. In fact, we are going running again tomorrow morning as well if you would like to come” you offered but Natasha cocked an eyebrow at you and shook her head.

“As much as I like jogging, I think you should go on your own. Just you and Cillian” Natasha said, stating the obvious.

“Why? It is not like it is a date Tash” you giggled.

“Well, it may not be a date but he probably wants some alone time with you” Natasha then told you reluctantly before giving you the run down of what happened today, on set.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered and she was ready to elaborate.

“Intuition” she teased before giving you her real reasons. “And the fact that he told Lorraine today that he needs some time alone when she asked whether he wanted to go for breakfast with her tomorrow morning” Natasha then said and this surprised you.

You knew that Lorraine had a crush on Cillian. As did Laura and several other ladies on set. But, Cillian refused to spend one on one time with any of them. He would only ever spend one on one time with you and even Natasha noticed that.

“He likes you. It is obvious. He might just need some more time to come around” Natasha then pointed out before spurring you on.  “Pursue it again Y/N. You would make a good couple I think”  she teased but you were reluctant to do so.

***

The following morning, and after thinking about what Natasha had said to you, you made an effort to pick out some nice looking running tights and a tight-fitting shirt before meeting with Cillian to go for a run.

As usual, he was punctual and you hit it off at 7 o’clock sharp.

You ran for about an hour, through the nearby park and back, which had become your usual route. It was scenic and somewhat challenging but, unlike other time, on this very same morning, the track had become rather wet and muddy.

It had rained all night and only just stopped raining at around 4 o’clock, which meant that, by the time you were halfway through your run, you were both covered in dirt.

Then, after another ten minutes or so it also began raining heavily and neither of you were dressed for the occasion, which caused you to take a shortcut back to the apartment building.

When you arrived at the apartment building twenty minutes later, you were well and truly soaked. Your shoes were covered in cloggy mud, your clothes were dirty and your hair was wet and frizzy. Cillian, too, wore clothes that had been ruined by the rain but, luckily for him, with his new haircut, his hair was not as heavy and disgusting looking as yours.

You wrung out your ponytail as soon as you got undercover while Cillian opened the building’s front door for you both and this was when you broke out in laughter for no reason whatsoever.

“What’s wrong?” Cillian asked, chuckling himself but you did not really know why you were laughing.

“I just…I don’t know…I think we should have looked at the weather forecast before we went” you then said as you walked into the foyer and saw the mud which you had dragged in on your shoes.

“Probably, but it was fun though, right?” Cillian asked, causing you to nod and, just as he was about to get the elevator door for you both, you tapped on his shoulder and he turned back around to face you.

“Thank you” you then said as your impression was softening.

“For what?” Cillian asked surprised.

“For comforting me last night and for the run this morning…” you stammered with blushing cheeks.

“You are very welcome Y/N” he responded before telling you that he enjoyed it. But what did he mean by “it”?

“You enjoyed it? You mean the run?” you queried but this was not what he meant at all. It was not just the run he enjoyed. There was so much more to it. It was your company, your scent, your laughter, your everything.

“I mean spending time with you” Cillian said before clarifying his statement. “I enjoy spending time with you Y/N” he went on and you immediately shook your head. His statement frustrated you but, just as you were about to speak up and tell him not to say things like this to you, he interrupted you. He had more to say but did not know how.

“Fuck” he thus gasped just as you spoke his name, but nothing more.

“What is it Cillian?” you sighed in frustration.

“I can’t…” Cillian began to say but this time you interrupted him.

“You can’t what?” you spat, upset and confused. Was he going to bring up the kiss again, you wondered?

“I can’t get you out of my fucking head Y/N. I am falling for you” Cillian then blurted out and you wanted to scream right then and there. You were furious and angered by his attitude. He kept on telling you those things without taking it any further. He wanted you, but never to the incitive to give into his feelings.

“Then take a risk on me Cillian. I am begging you. Because I cannot keep doing this…” you said while cupping his face and starring at him with pleading eyes.

“Not here Y/N” Cillian said while doing the same, caressing your face gently, but never kissing you in this instance.

“Your apartment then. You promised me breakfast, remember?” you smiled with a sparkle of hope in your eyes and, with that, Cillian nodded and pulled you into the elevator.

***

The elevator ride itself was awkward as you both just stood there silently, side by side, smiling, until the door opened and you walked to Cillian’s apartment which, luckily for you, was right across form the elevator exit.

Cillian had already taken out his key card and opened the door quickly, causing you both to stumble inside and, without any time to lose, Cillian leaned in to you to claim your mouth with his, kissing you hungrily.

Your lips moved together in an improvised dance, pressing and pulling against one another. Your tongues searched each other out, connecting and swirling together. Your hands moved to his chest, your palms resting against his pecs, making him want to get rid of his shirt that separated you from his skin until he realised that this situation was far from ideal.  

“Stop Y/N. Please. Fuck. I can’t” Cillian said after pulling away from you and it all felt like a DeJa’Vu to you.

“You are not doing this again, Cillian! If this is about the difference in age between us, then…”

you told him angrily but were cut off.

“It is not. But I am all sweaty and wet from the rain…” Cillian pointed out as his need for you was growing fast. He wanted to kiss and touch you everywhere as the sexual tension between you was coming to a head.

“Well, so am I” you pointed out, laughing before attempting to kiss him again but he pulled away.

“Yeah, and it is sexy on you, but not on me” he then said and you could not help but chuckle some more.

“I tend to disagree but, I suppose we could just go and have a shower first if you like” you suggested, causing Cillian to smile.

“What, here? Together?” he asked, almost shyly and you nodded nervously.

“Hmm, uhm, yeah… I suppose why not” you told him with blushing cheeks and all he did after that was to give a quick nod before reaching for your hand and guiding you towards the bathroom.

“I will be right back” he then said and you gave him a nervous nod, panicking a little, but, just as he had promised, he returned to the bathroom within mere seconds.

“You know what? I had a dream, just like this” you said almost shyly after kicking off your shoes while watching Cillian turn on the water for you both. Unlike you, he had left his sneakers somewhere else, in the hallway, and was much calmer. You, on the other hand, just stood there. You were nervous and lost. You could have turned on the water yourself as he was gone, but you did not. You simply waited for him and allowed your nervousness to build up.  

"Oh yeah?" Cillian questioned softly, "How did it go?" he wanted to know and, just as he asked the question, you took up some courage and slipped your tight-fitting shirt over your head.

"A little something like this” you then answered before moving forward again to press your sweaty body against his.

A kiss followed and your lips lingered like that for a few long seconds, dancing slowly, nibbing only slightly until Cillian closed the distance between you, causing you to smiled triumphantly into the kiss, while eagerly responding.

Eventually though, after a minute or two, you pulled away from each other and so that you could remove Cillian’s t-shirt. Then he took off his pants, followed by your shorts until, eventually, your sports bra hit the floor as well, leaving you in nothing but pink coloured panties.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous” Cillian said instantly and, even though he had seen your breasts before on set when you were filming, he never really got a good look at them.

“You think so?” you asked, nervously and Cillian responded with a smile.

“I know so” he confirmed and this gave you the courage to take off your final piece of clothing before quickly and awkwardly retreating into the shower.

At this point, Cillian realised that you were nervous and a little out of your comfort zone, so he raised the question “are you sure that you wouldn’t prefer to have a shower on your own?” to which you shook your head and pulled him through the retractable door.

“I am sure! Now come and join me” you teased, trying to appear confident but your blushing cheeks gave away how nervous you truly were when, finally, Cillian pushed down his Calvin Klein briefs before quickly stumbling into the shower with you.

Your eyes then met again, but even despite the hold his eyes had on yours, you could not look away from the obvious, namely his raging erection.

“I am sorry, but I cannot control this around you. Not with you looking like this” Cillian said with a slight sense of embarrassment as he heard the gasp that left your lips when you saw his length. He was clearly as aroused as you were and, after you took a good long peak, you bit your lip and pulled him close in an attempt to overcome your very own embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Cillian then asked once more, seeing how you were fidgeting nervously and, after you confirmed that you were just fine, you continued kissing each other passionately again.

Just as you were kissing, you pulled Cillian under the hot stream of water with you and this, in turn, caused his body to press against yours. His erection was now trapped between your respective bodies and you could feel the heat radiate from him skin to yours.

A shallow groan escaped Cillian’s lips and he broke the kiss, at which point you admired his perfect body once again. This time you did not feel guilty about it either and a made a comment which amused him.

“You have so many freckles” you observed in delight before kissing his neck and then biting it gently with need.

“I sure do. Too many if you ask me” Cillian chuckled but, even his chuckle turned into a low groan as you bit harder.

“No, I like it…” you confirmed while nibbling on his skin some more, arousing him further which, ultimately, led him to do what he did next.

“Turn around” Cillian said and, whilst you were wondering what he had planned, you quickly complied with his request.

“Perfect” was what you heard next before Cillian moved your hair out of the way and began kissing your neck from behind.

He then reached for the shower gel in front of you and, after he rubbed it into his large masculine hands, he began to lather your skin with it. Inch by inch.

His hands ran over your arms first and then over your breasts, which is where he seemingly enjoyed to spend most his time, massaging and kneading them softly. His fingers teased your nipples, pinching them slightly and an inadvertent moan escaped you again.

“Hmm” you moaned as Cillian’s hands cupped your breasts before, finally, one of them made their way down to your stomach and then further down towards your thus far untouched mound.

While still kissing your neck, Cillian’s hand then found the soft skin in between your legs and a shiver began to run down your spine. This was new, and different and, almost instinctively, you spread your legs further to give him better access.

“Oh fuck” you then moaned as, eventually, Cillian ran his middle finger up and down your slit. Your lips were swollen, and you knew that he could feel your wetness before he even separated your lips. His touch was delicious torture to you and your wetness certainly did not have anything to do with the shower water running down your thighs. It was a different kind of wetness and he knew it was there, as did you.

“Cillian” you moaned with approval as he cupped your lips and you pushed against his palm to get more friction. The pressure on your clit felt so good while, at the same time, you could feel his erection press against your lower back, which, by this point, drove you absolutely wild.

Cillian then moved his palm in circles as you moved your hips at the same time. Your eyes were closed, and you could hear yourself moan more loudly now.

“This feels so good” you told him and this was when Cillian used his middle finger and separated your lips. He then used the wetness which had built up there to lubricate your clit on which he drew circles, eliciting even louder moans from you now. Then finally, he dipped his middle finger into your dripping hole slightly and it was at this point that you pulled away from him.

Before he could question you, you turned around and smashed your lips back on to his and said “your turn” in a quiet and seductive whisper.

Using some soap as well, you leathered your hands and just watching you do this caused Cillian’s blood rush to his ears. His skin was hot and prickly and the next kiss you shared was slow and languid.

Nervously, you placed your hands onto Cillian’s chest and ran them over his perfectly shaped body. You captured his nipples and the patch of chest hair first before tracing one hand down between your bodies.

“Fuck” Cillian groaned, closing his eyes as, after not too long, your hand made contact with his hard length and, whilst your hands were shaking a little as you were touching him like this, you tried your best to remain calm.

Thus, you gently caressed his length, tracing your fingers up and down before taking him into your hand. You were not really stroking him though, but rather lathering soap all over him, getting a feel for him and this was enough for Cillian as well. He needed more, but not here.

“Should we get out and take this to the bedroom?” he then asked through laboured breathing. He wanted you more than he had wanted anyone else in a very long time and this quickly became obvious to you.

“Yes” you stammered nervously, thinking that, perhaps, this would be it. You may be going all the way with him, but where you really prepared and ready for it? Or was it too soon?

To be continued…

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[weaselbeaselpants]

Lorch opened her big stupid mouth again and decided to lean into "addicts are all awful and deserve to die" territory. How adorable.

My father functionally drank himself to death after he finally drove us away for good with his constant rage sessions, bouts of anger, stalking, suicide baiting and threatening us with guns, and all of this after a period of hightened emotional and verbal abuse we were subjected to after the death of my grandmother which lead him to self-medicate even harder than he already did throughout my whole life. I get really pissed at the idea that drugs, ANY drug or substance, can "save" you. It can't. You have to save you and self-medication can kill and does kill. It ruined my life because it ruined my dad's life and it ruined his immune system to where he died of bronchitis. I know from watching my dad's brother, my uncle, who did do HARD drugs and had the same issues as my dad, that hard drugs are easy to get into after you keep clearing hurtles to escape pain/feel higher, and then DANGEROUSLY hard to escape from. No Lily I didn't need Requiem for a Dream and Trainspotting to tell me that though I've heard from people that both those movies are disturbingly accurate about heroine, which is horrifying. No one should go through what happens in those stories and they sure as hell shouldn't be blamed/shamed/treated like 'filth' for being in that position at all.

The thing is, people are responsible for themselves. Not taking prescriptions right is bad. ALWAYS talk with a psychiatrist they are literally there to hear how you're doing on your drugs; never drink/smoke/toke and drive or handle machinery. It is absolutely not worth it get your friend or family to do it PLEASE even if they're annoying (at best) and chast you for that. If there's any way in which weed can directly kill you -Lily- it's through this. Wait till you're home; I'm not telling you this crap because I'm your mom, stranger on the internet reading this. I'm telling you this as a person with my own vices who lives around other people with their own vices; take care of yourself as best you can. You can do better, but you can never be perfect and that's okay. Don't abstain from stuff you can't quit but please be responsible. And godspeed to people dealing with addictions to hard drugs. I wish you the best - you can do it and as impossible as it may seem you will find the things you need in life to escape your pain without your addiction. I wish...so much that vibes and prayers and good thoughts could do more for you; especially the people dealing with drugs and homelessness right now which is SO MANY in my county alone. My government is screwing you over. You deserve to live and you ought to have your story told no matter what.

Anyway fuck you six ways to sunday Lily Orchard in the name of HUMANITY. You miserable, awful woman- wishing death and eugenic talk onto addicts for the crime of being an addict. You're the kind of person who doesn't just get uncomfortable+scoot away at a clearly tripping person on the bus, you actively say vile things abt them under your breath and scream at them if they even come near you. You have no empathy. I pray to god you never come across a homeless person. You must think the same backward garbage about them too.

Also speaking of vices and lecturing people on them, I find all this rich coming from the woman who wrote incest-laden cp left and right in her heyday, blames other people for it and very likely has accounts full of visual cp under your sockpuppets. I don't drink, smoke or take heavy drugs myself, Lily. But, just looking at what your good old friend Tara (who is not Sai. We both know this I don't even like Sai and I know it's not Sai) has hidden on the web I kind of want to now just to get those images outta my mind. "Quit at anytime/just NOT do the dangerous this" clearly doesn't apply to you. Predator.

[adrianasunderworld]

Bridgerton au: Lady Nyla Drake

Nyla is currently the only granddaughter of Lord Drake of Briar Valley. Now that she is of age, her family, especially her grandmother, is adamant about her finding a suitable match. Preferably a fae nobleman.

Nyla has an older half brother, Henry Edwards, from her mothers first marriage. Their mother remarried when Henry was young and had Nyla right away. The whole reason they are in town now is because Henry has since taken over his late father's estate as the new Lord Edwards and will host his mother and sister for the season. Naia came along because she is adamant that Nyla not betroth herself to a human like her son did.

Nyla has always known her mother was unhappy in her second marriage, despite it being a love match. Naia was a miserable mother in law to her and her father tries to keep the peace, which often does more harm than good. Their mother doted on Henry out of guilt for bringing him to Briar Valley, and Nyla was left to the wayside in all of this. Despite being an accomplished young lady in her magic studies, languages, and the arts, being the perfect daughter never got Nyla the attention she craved, especially from her mother. Her grandfather ended up picking up where her parents lacked.

Before leaving on the trip, her grandfather wanted to ensure they traveled safe while abroad. So Lord Drake called in the favor of an old friends grandson, Sebek, to guard his only granddaughter. Sebek could not give him a reason to refuse and agreed to guard Nyla while away.

Sebek was not looking forward to guarding Nyla. He knew her when they were children, and all he remembers is a spoiled brat that thought she was above him, and seemed like Nyla had grown into just as vile a woman. But he gradually sees how Nyla is treated by her family and how it affects her, along with her more gentle side that others seldom get to see.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

“One of the new faces this season is that of Lady Nyla Drake of Briar Valley. Miss Drake appears to have already caught the attention of many gentlemen in the ton, though it seems none have been able to stand up against her critical eye. However this author is certain many gentlemen are willing to face such a challenge. That is, if they are able to get past her grandmother or her imposing guardsman first.” -Lady Whistledown

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[jewish-vents]

I live with my grandmother and high support needs autistic sister. We are the only Jews in our town. Throughout my life I’ve probably only met around 10 Jews in total. It’s very hard for me to juggle University on top of taking care of my bubbie and sister. I want to do everything I can for them but I’m just… so out of steam. It’s all because of social media and antisemitism. I know I shouldn’t be on social media, it’s literally affecting my mental health so bad to the point where I can’t take care of my family, but I guess I have no sense of self discipline because I always end up going back. And I see the most vile antisemitism there, it breaks my heart. My bubbie is in the early stages of dementia, and my sister’s mentally retarded (don’t quote me on that; we live in a very rural part of Canada and that word is literally on her official diagnosis), and I constantly run errands for the both of them, but recently I’ve just… not been in the mood to do them. I still cook for them and help change my sister’s diaper and what not, but I’ve lost pretty much all motivation outside of that… I just wake up and I want to stay in bed for the rest of time. But I know I can’t. My bubbie and sister are the two sweetest, most gentle people I know. It makes me want to cry when I think about the fact that there are people who want them dead just because they are Jewish. It eats away at me, and I fucking hate it. I want to kill myself but I can’t. I can’t because I love them too much.

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