#but anyways she is MY QUEEN 🛐

[mahi-wayy]

Deepika Padukone as Sum-80 aka Sumathi in Kalki2898ad

[mika1683]

I'm not sure If someone already pointed it out because my memory is terrible so I'm just going to write it anyway

I was reading wookieepedia about Eno Cordova and:

Jocasta Nu being the only one to believe him is so special to me. Not only she didnt disregards his vision but she also breaks rules and helps him secure future for the order (ultimately it failed but at least they tried XD)

It also makes me think that she was one of the only people who still believed Sifo Dyas at the end of his life (Dooku had complicated relation with visions and I'm not sure If Lene was still alive atp)

Please Disney give me more content with Jocasta 🛐 I need my queen back

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 78... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

I FREAKIN' LOVED THIS CHAPTER!!! 😆 (LIKE A WHOLE LOT...!!! 😍)

So let's talk about, shall we...? 😁

When I opened the chapter and saw THIS:

I already knew it Sylvia (Handler) Sherwood!!

ONE OF THE MANY QUEENS IN THIS SERIES...!! 💗🛐💗

So after she gets done at WISE, she heads back home to get Aaron (the bomb dog) and meet up with Twilight...! But then, after Aaron slips on some junk in her house, Sylvia remarks that she use to keep this place tidy and THIS happens...:

We finally get to see what Sylvia's husband and daughter looked like and her lines in the other panel all but confirms to me that they are not alive anymore... 😔 Which makes her house being super messy all the time, a lot more sad... 😓

Continuing on, Sylvia meets up with Twilight and Anya (who's there because it's a half day at school) at the dog park! Anya finds out that Aaron was one of the bomb dogs, and when he goes greet Bond after all this time... Bond is like:

I was like:

DAMN, BOND...!! 😌 WHY YOU GOTTA DO AARON LIKE THAT!! 🤣

After that, Anya suggests that they should have a competition to see who has the better doggo...! And Sylvia excepts!! 😆

Twilight wasn't down for it, but when Sylvia said that she'll take away the extra mission that she was about to give him, he was like:

"You son of a bitch... I'm in!"👍

AND SO THE COMPETITION BEGAN...!!

First up was an obstacle course, and well...:

Sylvia and Aaron did great, while Bond did his best...!! 😂

Next up was a tracking and retrieving test and Bond was the victor of this challenge, all thanks to Sylvia having a piece of dried pasta on her coat...!! 🤭

And the final challenge was to have the doggos catch a frisbee and Bond's powers activated, giving him an advantage to possibly win...!! 😁 But, uh... 😅:

...it didn't quite go as he and Anya hoped, ending the competition in a tie... 😌

After that, Handler gives Twilight an interesting tidbit about Project Apple:

Some of their research teams are still active...! 😲 Could we possibly be getting more info about Project Apple in the near future...? 🤔 I sure hope so...! 😤

Lastly, before she leaves, Sylvia pats Anya on the head like she did back at the end of The Inusan Crisis arc...! ���

And that was Mission 78 and like I said in the beginning, I REALLY FREAKING LOVED IT!! 😆 It was funny / fun, had a very sad moment for Sylvia and gave us some interesting information about Project Apple!! I could go on, but I think I'll leave it at that!😁

This chapter has me super excited for the next one, but it's not the reason I'm excited...! You see, in two weeks when the next chapter gets released, It'll be my birthday!! 🎉😁🎊 I just hope that it actually is a chapter or a short mission and not just a picture...!! 😌 Otherwise, y'all gonna be hearing about!! 😤

Anyway, that's all I gotta say...!! So until then, I'll (hopefully) see you all on My Birthday Mission!! 🎂 Take care and be safe out there everyone...!!! 👋😊 PEACE!! ✌😁

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Similarities and differences between Arjuni (my AU) and Raiden(Shogun and Ei, both)

Trust me this is just my blabbering and rambling coming from my brain,

Which is running 100x miles like a train 💀✨️

Differences:

Arjuni is kinder and expresses her emotions more(even if it is by a tinsey tiny bit more), meanwhile Ei doesn't and Shogun doesn't even have emotions 💀

Arjuni is a demigod, Shogun is a puppet and Ei is an archon

Arjuni can cook 💀🤌 Ei doesn't even know the 'C' of cooking, same with Shogun 10x💀

Arjuni has a boyfriend 💅✨️, Ei has a girlfriend. Shogun is not even a hooman so she can't have one.

Raiden Ei and Raiden Shogun have mastered only two weapons, the spear/polearm and the sword. Meanwhile the queen herself 🛐 has mastered all the weapons and has hundreds of Divine weapons. Mentioned in canon as well 🗿✨️

Arjuni didn't do any decrees or commit any mass murder without any reason, she only did it with enemies. Raiden on the other hand....💀💀 she put forth the Sakoku decree, the vision hunt decree and what not 2x oof!

Arjuni is more depressed and insecure

Arjuni is taller....(plays moye more for Raiden)

Raiden's sibling/twin sister died, Arjuni's didn't (100x oof! 💀)

Conclusion: Arjuni is better 💅✨️🗿

Similarities:

Both are gorgeous asf 🤭

Both are mommies 🛐💅✨️🗿

Both can fight

Both are related to thunder ⚡️

Both are stoic on the outside and just a cutu sweetheart in the inside.

Both of them have simps.

Both of them have lovers who are known to be mischievous and a lil mean

Fr Arjuni does this in my AU(💀⚡️):

This is Raiden btw

Conclusion: Arjuni is better, no drama 💀🗿✨️💅🛐⚡️(i don't want to face the attack of Krishna's Sudarshan that's why)

P. S. I know these two are completely diff fandoms but this. Is. Just. A. Joke. Only some brainrot but ANYWAYS

TOODLES! 💖🌌

[xeo-kunsatan]

Some fellas from fwends!

I enjoyed a lot drawing this OCS I personally liked a lot

Bakli from @tf-rosesong is officially my kinnie and I'll protect him with my life 😔💜, he's very calm and sweet and doesn't guide himself by rage as his brother and friend. (Sorry Sir Derek, Sorry Cnute umu)

Nemesis Cerise from @ghostbunnyarts , such fabulous Rat Queen i stan and love, such the perfect G.U.N member and I'm interested in what's new with her 🐁👑

Kitty Long from @peachlolitasevillacourtstuff , i really loved all for long her comics about her misadventures next to her friends living in such a huge messy place called Mexico 🐱🌸, I'm hoping to see more about her.

Skeebo Suicidal Au! From @cartooncadet666 , he's so adorable and I want to hug him and give love so hard, he deserves a lot a Love and cuddles🦊🫂, I'm still learning about the au and I'm still curious for the Au.

Kemse Spheros from @marybell-gs , Sir please adopt me as your grandchild I hug him and I behave very good🛐❤️, he is the kind of parent Betrayus needs, I'm hoping to see more about him!

The Crash Bandicoot Sona from @memena04 , all short i knew about her, she's so adorable and huggable , *gives her a cookie* and I'm very grateful with this very potential artist for all her support even though she doesn't know much about me and I hardly open with people. 🥹💛

Censorship Bear from @kaifanjc-the-one-and-only , i really loved this bear and found him very funny and charismatic, even though he could probably bonk me every day because Im a dirty mind and messy. 🐻💯

The oc of my Sister @m1koooo i never drew anything for my sister before but I know she deserves this too next to the attention I gave to her. 😸🤙

Dream from @zip-toonz , i have very long time without talking to they, but even after some talks, some misunderstandings and long time no see I still consider they as a one of my inspirations and a very wonderful artist and this was one of many ocs they has i very loved a lot! The colors are just precious 🌙🌌

This is the original image in case you want to do it too

Anyway is the first time I do this kind of challenge and I loved a lot the results.

See ya!

[sansaorgana]

I'm reading at work again... 😄 Let's gooooo...!!!

You weave strands of his hair into elaborate braids in your lap, before undoing them and creating something greater in their stead. He eventually quiets under your idle fiddling, eyes drifting shut with a contented smile gracing his face, like a cat napping in the afternoon sun. You love him like this; no cares, no worries of war.  You can soothe him like no one else, a great source of pride whenever he mentions it.

PLEASE I NEED THIS IT WOULD FIX ME AND FIX HIM, FIX US BOTH! 😩

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter, you're the only thing that matters. We have to go!" He never raises his voice to you, so you're a little dumbstruck when he growls at you.

Creepily and obsessively protective? I WANT!!! 🥺

In the dead of night, flickering candlelight casting ominous shadows over your face, Sauron cannot help but admire you, crave you, as you corrupt his master's fate.

Well, can't blame him. The way you wrote this scene made me imagine it so vividly and she was so terrifyingly ominous. Love that. 🩷

"Forever and a day, a lonely fate will be yours.  You shall not know the word of a friend, the loyalty of a follower, or the touch of a lover.  I curse you to wander the Seen and Unseen world alone, craving the connection you sought to sunder here." 

I'm sorry but has she cursed me too, perhaps? 😭🤣

He gives you an affectionate smile; how could he not wait for you?  Even if he did partake in sleep, he would not be able to rest without you at his side.

Male-wife! 👏🏻

"The Valar will never look upon me favourably, beloved.  I could present them Melkor in chains and they would only bind me to him."

😭😭😭

"I did. And I found their response wanting." In truth he had tried to make amends, tried to do penance for the ages he'd spent in Morgoth's service, but when it came to approaching Manwë for his pardon, his fear overtook him and he fled back to Angband, but he couldn't tell you that, couldn't tell you he'd been weak, pitiful, his courage failing him at the final steps to absolution.

My pathetic little meow-meow... 😣😿

"Who do you think you are?" He hisses, venom in every word; you don't recognise him, cold terror in your heart at the sudden switch, as if someone had doused the candle burning for you in his heart with oil, engulfing him with wildfire.

Oooooooh here we go...! 🔥🔥🔥

"Please... please let me go." The look in his eye says begging will be useless, but you try anyway.

"You are my Queen.  You're free to do as you please." He replies, voice smooth, with a pretty smirk and that predatory glint in his eye that would usually thrill you so, that still sends hot arousal pooling between your thighs, mixed with icy cold terror.

"I'm sure it would..." he utters breathlessly as he takes you in, leaning over you, watching the artery in your throat jump in time to his own racing heartbeat.

I love this so much??? She can but she cannot...? She is his Queen and Queens need no permission but she is his Queen, therefore she belongs to him??? Ugh... 👏🏻

He worships at your altar, an acolyte to your pleasure.

🛐🛐🛐

"If you were to leave me," he moans against your heated skin, stroking his cock against your thigh, "there would be no rest for any bird, beast, or being in this land, no sleep, no sustenance, these lands would burn until you were returned to me."

😶‍���️ I need him like a bitch in heat and let me remind you, I'm reading this at work. 🤣

It is in the middle of his speech, appealing to his army for their continued support, that Sauron notices you are absent.

MY POOR BABY! NOOO!!! 😭😭😭

As he lay in a pool of thick black blood, his last thought was of you; how could you betray him? And thank the Valar you did.

NOOOO I WANT TO CURL UP AND CRY BUT I'M SITTING BY MY DESK... 🫠

Haunted (Sauron/F!Reader)

...by the kiss you should never have given me

Lots of mini-chapters add up to an omnibus of angst, as we follow Sauron through the centuries and discover exactly what happened before his coronation.

Sequel to To Have and To Hold // Prequel to In the Dark of the Night // AO3 Link

Soundtrack: Kiss Me Harder by Jordan Fiction, Judas by Lady Gaga, Angels by Within Temptation, Heaven's A Lie by Lacuna Coil, NFWMB by Hozier

Warnings: 18+! Angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, manipulation, toxic relationship (more overt towards the end), obsessive!Sauron, soft!Sauron (yes the two can coincide), knifeplay (just a tiny bit), blood magic, Sauron is a bit of a dick towards the end, sorry, accidental prey/predator kink, knifeplay (again, tiny bit), grinding, slightly dubious consent (you do want it, but I'll tag anyway), oral sex (female receiving), P in V sex, more blood.

A/N: little bit of jumping around in this one, sorry, we start just after the wedding, then we jump to the fall of Gondolin, a little magic ritual in the middle, then the fallout from the sinking of Beleriand (why do you keep getting caught up in this??), then we close out the First Age with a little argument before someone's coronation! Little slices of their romance in quick succession! I went a little experimental in the form of this one, with a bunch of flashbacks informing the main plot at the end. I hope it works 🤞

Special thanks to @olchr-1 for the idea for our revenge on Morgoth!!

Translation note: Amartherui translates in Sindarin to "lonely fate" [Fate (amarth) Alone (erui)]

Word Count: 6k!

Fingers entwined with his, head on his chest, you were enthralled by him, by every pretty word and sweet gesture. Every time he came to visit, you would spend days on end in your secluded glade, to make up for his inexplicably long periods of absence. Sometimes he would come to you with dizzying tales of his latest triumphs, preening under your undivided attention. But lately he had taken to returning under black clouds, tetchy where he was usually playful, and rough where gentleness once reigned.

You had pulled him close to your breast and sank down into the petaled carpet of the forest floor, stroking his hair and listening as he raged on about the war in the north. You had kin fighting the armies of Morgoth, and knew his sorrows all too well, but something behind his eyes told you it was more than he was letting on.

You weave strands of his hair into elaborate braids in your lap, before undoing them and creating something greater in their stead. He eventually quiets under your idle fiddling, eyes drifting shut with a contented smile gracing his face, like a cat napping in the afternoon sun. You love him like this; no cares, no worries of war. You can soothe him like no one else, a great source of pride whenever he mentions it.

You gaze down at his unearthly smooth features and trace each contour with your eyes; your fingers slow in their busy work, moving gently across his scalp, lazily twisting his hair around your finger, making a ring to match the one he'd gifted you, ornate and bejeweled, glittering with an impossible inner light, to replace the woven band of purple iris that he'd improvised on the night of your wedding.

"You're staring, love." He smiles, snapping open his eyes and fixing you with an affectionate expression that makes your heart melt.

"Is a wife not allowed to stare at her husband? Are there no privileges to marriage at all?" Your voice is soft but your tone is mischievous, and he smirks.

"I can think of a few, ah, privileges, dearest, in fact we have exercised a few already today." He raises his eyebrows, before pulling you down to meet his lips. "But if you need reminding, you need only ask."

-

You had agreed to meet in the same secluded glade at the next new moon, but he never showed. The hours you wasted awaiting his return were at first exciting, full of electric anticipation that only love's first bloom can give. As the moon slowly passed overhead, and twinkling stars gave way to blazing sun, you shed many a tear at your folly. Perhaps he had been some mirage, an illusion to tempt you? Or perhaps the depth of his feeling did not match yours, a fleeting thought you had to bury deep in case it irrevocably shattered your heart.

You frequent the glade every so often, convincing yourself that it was a perfectly fine place to pass your time, and that you were not reminded of his warm hands or even warmer smile, every time you visit. Deceiving yourself that it meant much less to you than it did, that if he returned now after so much time with no word or warning, you would not jump into his open arms without a second thought.

Your heartache is apparent to your friends and kin, who assume you're suffering the grief they all feel, having lost so many of their kind to Morgoth's rampage in the north. How little they knew; how little you knew.

It is only when one good friend mentions the siege at Angband, that you are struck with the terrible notion that the man you cursed for abandoning you, might not have done it willingly after all. That perhaps, Valar forbid, he had perished in the siege. He had mentioned fighting in the war after all, but you had not connected that with his absence. After all, he had promised to return to you, on the morning after you had met, having shared a blissful slumber in each other's arms. He held your hands to his lips and swore he would see you again, and now it makes sense. Now you have a real reason to grieve, you realise, and the anger roiling within you turns cold, an icy pit in your stomach as tears fall freely and your heart wrenches and cracks. You were to only have one night with him, and you might never even discover his true fate.

You reason with yourself that surely you would feel if the other half of you had flown this mortal plain. But the alternative was much crueler, and to believe him dead was somehow a less hopeless fate.

Centuries later when you look back, you curse yourself for not seeing who he was, and what he'd done, but how could you? He'd taken you as his own and that was such a strong spell to break, Eru himself would have had to step in.

-

To see your city fall at the hands of your husband’s master, you had no words, only wet hot tears as you watch your people die.

"Love, we have to go, come now," he holds you firmly by the arms, shaking you a little to clear your mind of the dust and debris and blood on the streets of Gondolin.

"I can't, I can't leave them, I have to find-"

"No, we're evacuating, you're not staying a minute longer. I should not have let you linger here when He appeared on the horizon, we should have-"

You tug your arm from his vice-like grip. "Should have what? Should have left my people to wrack and ruin? We have to..." Your mind is so murky, filled with thoughts of leaving, running as far as you can with him, despite your overwhelming urge to stay and help where you can.

"We have to leave. You know there is nothing we can do for them, He will leave none alive, and I won't have you-" he can't say it, he can't even entertain the notion of you coming to harm; his fingers tighten their grip, almost painful in their desperation.

He should have foreseen this, he should have gotten you to safety when he first had an inkling that his master finally knew where the Hidden City was.

"We have to go back, I need to go back, I can't leave-"

After a thousand years, his magic had kept your tiny wedding band of iris in full bloom, untouched by the passage of time, kept safe in an ornate gilded chest, made by his own fair hands. And it was sitting in your apartments on the other side of the city, where your kin doubtless waited for you to leave with them. The sentiment in your heart held you steadfast against his shaking and pleading.

"Love, we can't stay here-" he is interrupted by explosions overhead, as the enemy host draw closer.

"You don't understand-"

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter, you're the only thing that matters. We have to go!" He never raises his voice to you, so you're a little dumbstruck when he growls at you.

"But we have to save them!" You stop in your tracks, feet rooted to the ground, indignant at the idea of abandoning your friends and neighbours to their doom.

"Amarië," his voice is suddenly so soft, it disquiets you, brings you back to the present. "Love, they're gone. There is no saving to be done."

Sauron is a stranger to remorse, to sorrow, but at the effect of his words, a pang of guilt sweeps through him when he tells you that in all the world, he is all you have now. He tries to ignore the warm thrill he feels in the pit of his stomach, that this great cataclysm has brought about the fate he always wanted for the two of you: just you and he, no one else to rob him of your attention.

You wanted to feel deeply all the grief and pain that one would expect at being told their life was over.

Instead you just felt numb, haunted by the consequences of his actions.

-

"I curse him." Your husband's eyes grow wide at your words, grasping your hands as if to quiet you, but you press on.

"I curse Melkor, Morgoth Bauglir, to roam this earth alone. To never know peace, to never know that which he so jealously craves."

You feel you're taking Morgoth's curse rather well, all things considered. Sauron had to beg you not to storm Angband yourself after he had told you of his master's new name for you, cursing you to a forsaken existence, sundering you from your husband in all but spirit.

You had fought your way back to him countless times, and he to you; you had both vowed to continue to do so, but the rage and grief had not lessened with time, stoked to a towering inferno of wrath that threatened to break you any time you were reminded of it.

And after the fall of Gondolin, your rage at the Enemy was insatiable.

So you had your revenge.

"Enemy. Tyrant. Now I name you again."

In the dead of night, flickering candlelight casting ominous shadows over your face, Sauron cannot help but admire you, crave you, as you corrupt his master's fate.

You slice open your hand, squeezing your palm over the parchment before you, watching as crimson splashes through the stark black lettering.

Amartherui.

"Help me." You look him in the eye, your simple plea making his chest ache; he has never said no to you, his sweet wife, but this is the first time he has been tempted.

"Amarië..." his soft sigh almost convinces you to abandon your plan, but the fury bubbling in your veins is too great.

"Beloved, will you help me or not? Your power would bring this curse to fruition, but if you will have no part in it, you should leave." You stand taller, drawing yourself up to match his gaze, impossible as that may seem.

"I have never asked you for anything. Please do this for me."

The crushing weight of the love in his hole of a heart moves his hand before he can stop himself. With gnawing doubt in his stomach, he wordlessly takes the knife from you, mixing his pitch black blood with your own on the page.

You smile, a weight lifting from your shoulders instantly, and you pull him down to kiss him hard, leaving a red streak on his neck.

"I name you, Morgoth, as my people have long titled you, Amartherui." His new name falls off your tongue like a dream, and you cannot help but smile, your wicked deed complete, as you set the parchment alight, the flames glowing a sickly grey-green as the candles flicker and the room darkens, long shadows growing where the light had tentatively reigned.

"Forever and a day, a lonely fate will be yours. You shall not know the word of a friend, the loyalty of a follower, or the touch of a lover. I curse you to wander the Seen and Unseen world alone, craving the connection you sought to sunder here."

In the back of your mind, there is some semblance of guilt. There is nothing good in the act you just performed, nothing virtuous or pure in your revenge; it's cold and calculated, vicious and spiteful.

Transcending the bounds of time and space, you can feel your curse has taken effect, something shifting in the air between you and your husband.

Sauron has never loved you more, and he shows you many times that night the depth of his feelings.

-

You watch as more refugees stagger into your haven with naught more than the clothes on their backs, waiting to help and heal and offer your comfort where you can. The war has left such a dreadful path of destruction in its wake; thousands of your kin are displaced as the host of the Valar battle their way to Angband, and your people had chosen where the river Sirion meets the sea as their secret haven.

It has been decades since the armies of Valinor first arrived on the shores of Middle Earth, and the end was drawing near, according to your husband, who was waiting with you in the safety of the havens and watching closely.

"I'll see you when I'm finished here," you whisper as you reach up to plant a kiss on your husband's lips. "It'll probably be late, don't wait up for me."

He gives you an affectionate smile; how could he not wait for you? Even if he did partake in sleep, he would not be able to rest without you at his side.

"I'll be up, return to me soon." He is reluctant to let you go, but your skills are in such dire need while the city is inundated with the sick and injured.

Before the War, it was uncommon for Elves to suffer such fates, being hardy in soul and body, but Morgoth's darkness had infiltrated much of the land and infected so many of your kin. Soldiers, innocent bystanders, there were hardly any who were unaffected, and fighting the darkness was a constant effort on your part, and the team of healers you had trained in the magics of your people.

"My lady, they are calling for you." The herald's voice shakes you from Sauron's gaze, and he huffs impatiently.

"I must go." You reluctantly begin to pull away, but he draws you back, pulling you close and wrapping you up in an embrace you could cling to for an age.

"I love you," he murmurs in your ear. "When this is all over, we shall establish the greatest kingdom this land has ever seen."

"If there is a land left." You try to remain hopeful but the news of the siege at Angband is never good, never hopeful, and you fear your home will never be free of Morgoth's influence.

"I am your home," your husband, your Mairon, reminds you, tracing your cheek softly, and you cannot help but return his radiant smile.

"I know, love, as I am yours." You press a soft kiss to his knuckles, taking the strength he offers, before departing to disperse your light where you can.

The darkness infects everything it touches, and it takes all of your energy and more to renew your broken and weary kin, who have travelled so far and fought so hard to reach the havens. Healing words and ancient spells woven into soft songs, settling over the city in a melodic shield, rejuvenating the minds and bodies of your people. You work late into the night, spreading the light where you can, easing the pitch black horror in the hearts of those who had seen the worst of Morgoth's endeavours.

The night is all-encompassing when you finally crawl into bed, nestling into Mairon's firm warmth, trying not to disturb him but feeling sweet relief when his hands trace your sides in greeting.

"I was going to come look for you," his deep voice rumbles in your chest as he presses himself against you.

"No need," you try to smile, but your voice cracks as his tenderness breaks your defences, and all the heartache of the day pours out of you like blood from a wound.

His heart wrenches. He has no business feeling such emotions as remorse, but once again you have him feeling in ways that he dislikes intensely.

"I'm sorry, my love." And he is. He is actually sorry for causing you pain, the rest of Middle Earth be damned.

You sigh and take his hand, holding it over your heart.

"I know, love." You ponder your next question, whether it is a good idea to ask, but you ask anyway.

"You cannot assist in the efforts against Him? I'm sure the Valar would be grateful for your help, might even look favourably upon you-"

He interrupts you with a sigh and a kiss to your neck.

"The Valar will never look upon me favourably, beloved. I could present them Melkor in chains and they would only bind me to him."

Of course, he has thought about begging clemency, thought about fleeing with you to the edges of the world, even thought of taking you back to his master. But in the end, it was more prudent to keep you safe, and to watch and wait for the triumphant side to reveal themselves. Better to beg forgiveness from the victor than choose the wrong side.

-

"Tell me I'm wrong." You dare him to speak against you, your voice shaking in anger as your fists clench.

"My love, I-"

"No, I don't want falsehoods, I don't want games or lies or deceit, just tell me. Did you go to Eönwë as you promised?"

"I did. And I found their response wanting." In truth he had tried to make amends, tried to do penance for the ages he'd spent in Morgoth's service, but when it came to approaching Manwë for his pardon, his fear overtook him and he fled back to Angband, but he couldn't tell you that, couldn't tell you he'd been weak, pitiful, his courage failing him at the final steps to absolution.

And he definitely couldn't tell you that in order for his pardon to be granted, he would have to give you up, to avoid blackening your soul any further.

He'd rather suffer your eternal wrath than be sundered from you for even a moment.

"So you traded forgiveness for more lies." You clench your jaw, your head beginning to pound, the subtle throb becoming a stabbing pain in your temple.

"I did it for you."

"How? How is this for me?" You mock him, incensed now that he would deflect his deceit onto you.

He stands to comfort you but you rip your hands from his grasp before he can claim you.

"I do not know what to say. I thought I knew you, I thought you would do the right thing." You shake your head and laugh, your scorn stinging him as if it were a poisoned blade.

"Love, please-"

"No! No more lies. I've had it with trickery and deception, I want out." You whirl around to face him. "Shadow of Morgoth, they call you. You gather his armies to you once more, you refired his crown! So is that what you want? Do you want to be his second coming?"

In all honesty, no. His master's plans were beneath him; Morgoth wanted to break the world, Sauron wanted to reshape it, to balance and perfect it, by any means necessary.

"Please, listen to me, I need you by my side, now more than ever." He clutches your hands, heart pounding, looking deeply into your eyes, willing you to fall for his pretty words once more.

"You didn't answer me." Tears begin to prick your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall in front of him, stepping back to take a deep breath, to steady your nerves to face the man you thought you loved.

"I don't need to. Love, you will join me." His desperation becomes honeyed, dripping with the devotion you so crave from him.

"Don't. Don't do that." You whisper, as he stalks toward you slowly, his deception burning a hole in your heart that you're sure will never be filled.

"Don't you want to be with me? For all eternity, that is what we always said." He circles you, hands on your shoulders, in your hair, overwhelming you with his lover's touch, just a mite too rough.

"Not if this is your plan. I didn't marry Morgoth, I married Mairon." Sauron, your mind reminds you, and for a second you feel a wave of nausea overwhelm you.

His face twists and he pulls away.

"That is not my name." He growls, an ugly grimace taking over his lovely features.

"I've told you before, don't look inside my head!" You retort, his presence in your mind suddenly overwhelmingly obvious.

You throw him out of your mind, slamming the door shut, refusing him access to that which would be so freely given if he deserved it.

The tic in his jaw is back with a vengeance and his eyes are ablaze with a fury the like of which you have never seen.

"Who do you think you are?" He hisses, venom in every word; you don't recognise him, cold terror in your heart at the sudden switch, as if someone had doused the candle burning for you in his heart with oil, engulfing him with wildfire.

"I chose you, of all your people, as my wife; I could have had anyone, but I chose you. Aulë’s greatest smith, Melkor's most trusted lieutenant, lord of all the dark things that creep and crawl in this world. And who are you? My beloved wife." His tone is like poison in your veins, burning and spitting fire in your heart.

Who are you? He's right; who the hell do you think you are?

"I know exactly who I am. I'm the woman who leaves you."

You shall not be forsaken this time, not that doing the forsaking feels any sweeter. It wrenches every fibre of your being, your heart pounding in your chest, but you make it to the door of his chambers, hand on the doorknob, before he breaks from his stunned daze, crosses the room and clasps his hand over yours on the cool metal.

"And where will you go? Your people are scattered and displaced, and who would take you in if they knew?" His sweetly honeyed words still bite at your heart, settling in the pit of your stomach.

"I cannot stay here, not now that I know exactly what you are." You look up at him, holding his gaze, somehow fighting the urge to scratch and claw and bite your way free like a feral animal, suddenly overwhelmed with the sense that you should run as hard and fast as you can.

His eyes betray nothing, his lips curving into a condescending smirk, as he runs a finger down your cheek, gathering the tears you'd fought not to shed. He examines them as if he'd never seen their like, as if they were precious stones from the depths of the earth, mined just for him; he licks his fingers clean, turning his attention back to you, trembling under him as he cages you against the door.

"Please... please let me go." The look in his eye says begging will be useless, but you try anyway.

"You are my Queen. You're free to do as you please." He replies, voice smooth, with a pretty smirk and that predatory glint in his eye that would usually thrill you so, that still sends hot arousal pooling between your thighs, mixed with icy cold terror.

"It would please me to leave," you try to appeal to him, softening your voice, lowering your gaze.

"I'm sure it would..." he utters breathlessly as he takes you in, leaning over you, watching the artery in your throat jump in time to his own racing heartbeat.

"Mairon... please..." His lips are on yours before you can finish your plea, his hands tangled in your hair.

He pushes his thigh between your legs, letting you grind yourself against him instinctively, and he groans, deep and low in his chest.

"Even now, your body betrays you, my love."

You sigh against him, fingers raking his hair roughly, letting him caress your neck, your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he tries to expose you to his gaze. His clever fingers usually make light work of the laces of your corset, but his impatience defeats him, and he pulls a dagger from the lining of his robes, slicing cleanly through the fabric.

"That was my favourite," you admonish him, still angry with him; even as he takes you apart with his fingers and his tongue, you can't forget his plans, and you certainly can't ignore his gift to you, sitting by the window in all their glory.

Twin crowns, wrought in black iron, twisted and wicked, emanating a dark power that made you nauseous; ready for the heads of Middle Earth's new King and Queen. When you'd seen them, your blood ran cold, as you realised that once again, you'd been victim to Sauron’s deception.

"You will have a thousand more, dearest wife, whatever your heart desires," he promises breathlessly as he shucks off your dress, sliding it down your body, worshipping you with the lightest touch, soft kisses peppering your skin as he disrobes you. He falls to his knees, his head in line with your mound. He looks up at you, locking his gaze with yours, and delves into your folds with his tongue, seeking your pleasure.

You gasp, throwing your head back, as he spreads your legs to access your entrance, splitting you open with two fingers, still drawing every moan and whimper from your throat as he circles your clit, licking long strokes, tiny laps at your skin, letting you ride his face in your lustful haze. You grip his hair more roughly than you normally would, your wrath seeping into your lust, until you can't detect the distinction between the two.

He takes one of your legs and places it on his shoulder, letting you rest against him, both of you totally at the other's mercy. Such trust, such devotion, would you throw that away? Would you truly abandon him?

He worships at your altar, an acolyte to your pleasure, drawing unearthly sounds from deep within you, willing you to just stay and be his.

Your mind is racing as tendrils of his power cling to your lips, fighting for entrance to quiet your thoughts, and replace them with his sweet music. Wouldn't it just be easier? To let the darkness in?

You might as well, you muse in the back of your head, thoughts displaced by pleasure as the darkness feasts upon you.

He's solely focused on you; there is nowhere he would rather be in all of Arda. The unblemished shores of Valinor, the white trees that used to light the world, he can finally understand why his master was so hellbent on their destruction. For there is no beauty that should merit a comparison to you, and he would raze these lands to the ground to prove it.

You're drawing close, he realises, and briefly wonders whether to allow you your release on his lips.

You feel him pull away and moan, a tiny pitiful sound that makes him chuckle; of course you need him, of course you can't be without him, even in anger. Victory is nigh, and he pulls himself out of his robes to claim you once again.

He pushes you back, your name on the tip of his tongue, as he takes you in, breathes your air.

"You're mine," he growls, nuzzling your neck to better scent you. "Say it, say you'll always be mine."

"I will," you murmur softly, tears pricking your eyes as you hold him close.

"If you were to leave me," he moans against your heated skin, stroking his cock against your thigh, "there would be no rest for any bird, beast, or being in this land, no sleep, no sustenance, these lands would burn until you were returned to me."

He claims you in one thrust, filling you so completely, so sweetly, that you see stars, your breath stolen from your lungs as if it were the first time you'd ever laid eyes on him.

Your heart wrenches, pulling towards his, despite your entire being screaming at you.

You kiss him harder, your mind quietened as he bites your lip, droplets of blood wetting his tongue, quickening his insatiable need to be inside you in every way that is possible; mind, body, soul, all inextricably entwined.

The tears in your eyes threaten to fall, but you blink them back as he rocks into you, the chorus of your lovemaking drowning out all other notions. He plays you so well, a master in the art of drawing sweet melody from your lips; the harmony you both create together is unmatched to his ears, a Maia who helped sing the world into being.

A chorus of "mine" and "please" fill the air, and you're unsure whose voice is the louder, who is more desperate in their claiming of the other.

You feel him stiffen against you, his melody reaching a crescendo before yours, as he fills you with his pleasure, low groans in your ear bringing you to your peak as well. He wrings every last moan out of you, drawing out the coda of your song until there are no more notes to be played, no more pleasure to be taken.

Sweat-slicked and exhausted, you hold each other close, entwined so perfectly. You let him carry you to his bed, laying you down reverently, climbing in beside you and nestling you close, arms wrapping you tightly, refusing to let you move from his grasp.

You'd usually find such comfort in his embrace, but tonight there is an itch under your skin that his touch only amplifies, making you fight not to squirm beside him.

You cannot sleep for fear of letting him inside your head again, so when a knock at the door comes, you welcome it.

He sighs, long and loud in your ear, as evidence of his displeasure.

"I'll be back, love, there are matters I must attend to."

"Of course," you smile, fighting to make it meet your eyes.

He regards you carefully, brow furrowed.

"Do not fear, my love," he says softly as he leans down to kiss you once more. "I won't be long."

As he departs, he gives you one final look of longing, which you hasten to return with all the eagerness you can muster.

The door clicks shut, your expression falls, and you immediately disentangle yourself from the sheets,

Finding obscene amounts of your clothing and jewellery, and books beyond measure in his room was no surprise. He must have been preparing for this for years, if not longer.

Now that Morgoth was gone, the next phase of his plan could move forward, and that involved you, his Queen, taking up her rightful residence.

You dress as quickly as you're able, taking only what you can carry, and go to leave. But you notice a small ornate chest you thought you'd lost when Gondolin fell, sitting on the dresser by his bed as if it had always belonged there.

You feel as if you've been stabbed, a gut-wrenching heartache overwhelming you as you can do nothing but stand and stare.

He went back for it. He kept it all this time.

Your feet move of their own accord, and before you can blink, you've opened the chest, staring at the impossible artefact of your love for each other.

Unfurled purple petals, revealing a stark white centre, the woven band appearing as fresh as it did on the day he married you.

You hold it up, comparing it to the ring you currently wear. He really had somehow captured its likeness in a jewel, deep purple revealing a bright light in its centre, framed by ornate silver details.

You cannot bring yourself to slip it on, after all that has happened, his lies and broken promises, but you are loath to leave it.

Movement outside his chambers sends a shiver of panic through you, and you quickly move to hide behind the door. The subsequent banging has you quaking but you stand your ground, waiting for whomever it is to leave.

The door abruptly swings open, and you hear two gravelly voices discussing... you?

"Mistress?" The first call is softer, but their annoyance quickly becomes apparent as the other chimes in.

"Where is she then? They said to fetch her, but I'm not traipsing all over to find some she-Elf-"

"He won't even notice, Adar says he's too caught up in all his planning and his speeches, who cares about one missing Elf?"

"He wants them at least, over there. He'll have your head if we forget-"

"Why my head? You're the one he told-"

"Shut it and take 'em, careful now, there's magic in it still..."

Their voices fade as they shuffle back the way they came. As the door slams shut again, you realise that your husband already has an army of orcs at his disposal, and you reconsider what you're about to do, but only briefly.

Escaping the fortress is more of a task than you thought, requiring all the skills of subterfuge and swordplay that your husband has ever taught you; which is no small feat, considering the centuries you've had to learn.

Quietly slipping through the fortress mostly unnoticed, leaving the odd corpse in your wake as your husband's servants cross your path, unfortunately for them.

Thankfully the halls are mostly deserted, and you hear a clamour coming from deeper within, but you try to pay it no mind, focusing on your exit and nothing more.

It is only when you finally see daylight, pushing open the great black doors to the fortress, that you can breathe a sigh of relief. If you can just get a headstart, perhaps you'll be able to outrun him.

-

It is in the middle of his speech, appealing to his army for their continued support, that Sauron notices you are absent.

He'd sent for you when his moment of victory seemed nigh at hand, and had assumed you were readying yourself for your ascent, but now that he had persuaded Adar and his children to his cause, the sight of your face was all he wanted to see.

As he knelt before Adar, awaiting his rightful crown, he searched for you in his mind's eye. He did not expect to find you outside the black gates, breathing a sigh of relief in the watery sunlight.

A surge of rage overtook him as he clenched his jaw, settling on his knees. The mere thought of your abandonment had always made his heart twist and shatter, and at that moment, he had no heart. Just a void where it used to be.

Distracted by your torment, he barely noticed the first blow, as Adar struck him again and again with the crown that was meant to define your future together.

As he lay in a pool of thick black blood, his last thought was of you; how could you betray him? And thank the Valar you did.

-

A great blast of freezing cold air knocks you off your feet, and for a second you thought you heard his voice on the wind. It's all you can do to just lie there, covered in frost and shaking, trying to assess if you're at least physically intact, your emotional state another matter entirely.

Clutching your head as blood trickles down your face, you shakily get to your feet. It is as if someone has emptied the heavens of all its snow where before there was nothing but arid plains. The air is suddenly glacial, the ground frozen and cracking underfoot.

It is as you contemplate your frozen breath in the air, that you realise you can't feel him. A vacuum in your mind, a void in your heart that you haven't experienced in more than a thousand years, and you can barely recognise that it is his absence that has left such a hole.

You thought you might feel free when you were rid of him, but all you feel is empty, yearning for a presence that has haunted you for millennia.

[teeth-farie]

although feet is not my go-to, it always bothers me when people bug on it so much. like, you do realize our genitals are just as dirty as feet, right? we use them to piss.. and shit,, and yes feet can get dirty but we wash all three regardless?? and i’m sure the asra foot anon was thinking of washed feet .. i doubt i’ve ever closely met a single foot fetishizer that was into dirty, unwashed feet in their mouth 🧍

anyways though i believe all the Li’s would be into foot play one way or another 😏 .. like, julian would def be into footjobs, or kneeling and kissing your boots/bare feet, or being stepped on. same w lucio, though i imagine he gets off on the idea of cumming just by rutting against your foot. nadia might be into the worship aspect of it, probably on the receiving end (hashtag treat the countess like a queen 2021) where you kiss down her ankles and back up again. muriel probably wouldn’t mind getting a footjob or kissing your feet either. and portia seems like an experimentalist. anything and everything would probably work for her, and she’s def tried everything at least once 🧎

apologies if my arcana rambles bother your ask box jshdjd it’s just you and your anons have SUCH GOOD IDEAS and it fuels me 🛐

- @dollarstore-writings

Yeah there’s like people who don’t wash their ass. Like, at all. Some feet would probably be cleaner tbh (also apparently on tiktok there’s afab ppl who don’t know how to wipe?? Like which way to do it?? They’re wiping back to front how are they not getting infections and utis-)

Anyway

Julian’s like, the most into it. He’s all for anything dirty that you want to do to him. Or that you want him to do, in the case of him worshipping your feet. Step on his dick, his face, kick him to the floor, he loves it all and he’ll thank you for everything. Use a foot job as a reward rather than punishment, he’ll sob as he cums.

Lucio’s almost the same as Julian. He’s more into the shoe fetish side of it. He likes a good heel/platform/boot that can really kick him in the ass. He’ll lick them clean and get them shining for you, so long as you let him grind against your shoe (of course he’ll have another mess to clean after..)

Nadia would get turned on by a foot rub imo. Imagine taking care of her after a long day and giving her a foot rub and she starts to get hot and bothered by it ♡ I’m mostly a softdom for Nadi but teasing her about getting turned on by it is *chefs kiss* aww big bad countess got turned on by a foot rub, poor thing

Muriel gets a foot job and loses his mind. He cums super quick and he gets super embarrassed. I don’t think he likes feet in general, he just likes your feet. Though I do think he’d find small feet cute (but really any foot compared to his is small). Like he would just like to hold them or let you rest them in his lap while relaxing.

Portia is the living embodiment of a wild card tbh. She doesn’t have the experience that Julian has but she still know what she wants and things she’d like to try. I think she’d get a kick out of humping your foot/leg. It goes with petplay, after all! Needy kitties need things to grind on, and she doesn’t want to leave her spot kneeing in-front of you.

And of course, Asra. He’s so sappy he kisses your feet during foot rubs. You try play kicking him when he’s getting in bed and he grabs your foot and kisses to sole just to see you react. Of course he loves the sexual side, worshiping every part of you, and getting a foot job in return. I think he’d like to paint your toenails before you do it, so he can see the pretty color while you touch him.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hey hey, can I please have a hp matchup? (Id also like a dialogue, thanks)

I'm an intp, pansexual and genderfluid, also Brazilian, just proud yk 🤪🤪(Go mostly by she/her he/him). I'm around 5'0, I have curly/wavy brown hair (short), hooded green eyes, I have really big thighs and uh breasts? I'm really pale, not really skinny, but not chubby yk? I don't really know my aesthetic, but people would call it "rockstar girlfriend".

I'm terrible at showing emotions (alexithymia 😭😭), an ambivert it depends on my mood, VERY impulsive, laugh easily, but I also cry easily, moody, kinda stubborn, kind, all about taking care of people I love, my friends say I'm funny and scary? HWIAKAKSJAI. Kinda a mom friend, cuz...mommy issues, anyways, I have quality time and acts of service as my love languages, really touch starved, so I get really touchy sometimes, also love giving gifts.

I love art, like all kinds, but music, bruh!!! I love singing, writing songs whatever (Favourites are: Bowie, Queen, kiss and ghost). I'm obsessed with Greek mythology, I write about almost all the myths I find, cinema is also a big passion of mine, wanted to be an actor or a filmmaker, thrillers and slashers are my favorites definitely, love horses twas random, but it's true, I love twd, b99, rdr2 and some other things.

My best friend means the world to me, and I really value friendship, I don't have a big friend group, but I love them fr.

I hope you have the information you need, and I'm sorry about my grammar, English is not my first language. 🛐🛐

Hello dear 💖, thanks for the request.

For hp I ship you with:

Fred weasley🎉

This boy is so energetic and he would fit your personality.

I can say he would probably try to romance you by doing goofy pranks.

Probably mock Ron about not having a yule ball date and ask you.

Fred would most likely prank the slytherins for you.

Fred would take you to his prank shop.

Fred: so y/n, how do ya like it.

You: it's amazing, say we could add some muggle music over here.

Fred: oh yeah, what kind eh

You: oh you know rock, metal those kinds of music.

Fred: oh, we could ave' the weird sisters play.

You: that would be amazing

Fred: no problem love heh *hugs you*

Sirius would favourite you, he would love your music taste.

The weird sisters are a wizarding rock band that played at the yule ball.

Fred would also introduce you to his family, molly would be protective of you and Arthur would be fascinated by your music taste.

Fred would hold you under a fireplace and sleep with you.

If you married, you would live in diagon ally and if you have a child, they would have your eyes and his hair. They would be sorted into gryffindor.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[bluwwo]

It got to my ears that some guys are hating on my queen for not being the "ice blooded cruel girlboss" they expected, AND OFC SHE ISN'T, Yor is a human character, with flaws, layers, dreams and wishes, she shouldn't and won't be reduced only to her killing, she's a sweet woman who craves a normal life, the representation of motherhood (everything is so new, so sudden, you have a new someone depending on you and you want to protect them but isn't sure of what to do or if you're doing it right) she's way more than Thorn Princess bc she isn't just thorn princess. She's Yor Briar-Forger, the thorn princess, she's complete.

And your lack of reading and understanding a complex character like her won't change that, it's actually a lesson for everyone complaining to look at a character in their complete way, seeing all the layers of them, not just the part of them you want to see.

Yor is not a 'girlboss', she's a boss, a princess, a sister, a wife, a mother, a assassin, a woman... All of that in one and you should appreciate her whole, not just the thorn princess part.

Anyway I believe in Yor supremacy 🛐🌹

Yor Forger Supremacy

[helloitsghost]

I’m sorry this is the last ghost shenanigans I’ll be posting today I hope I feel kinda bad spamming like this💀

So much for finishing my comic today you can thank cacao and school for taking 70 years to cooperate🤡

On the bright side I did do a lot of doodling while in school and doing homework

Here’s the doodles I did instead of paying attention since I gave the attention span of a pebble🌚

Queen golden cheese cookie🛐

Goddess white lily cookie <3

The goddess again but I was to lazy to draw the rest of her body🌚

Finally a purelily doodle because honestly I have fallen in love with this ship and their dynamic/story and nobody is stopping me

Also pure vanillas clothes are a pain in the fucking booty checks to draw but I’m happy with it

Anyways these 2 are adorable I love em so much and ye I’m probably gonna make more of em soon👩‍🦯

I promise I’m not failing any classes I just really hate paying attention to lectures and taking notes so to keep myself awake and not pass out or zone out like I normally do I doodle

But then that “doodle” goes into full drawing but like idrc it’s fun to do (especially white lily holy fuck her design is so pretty and she’s so fun to draw I am actually in love <3) I am a white lily cookie simp now and I have no shame🌚

Anyways yeah sorry for spamming with ghost shenanigans hopefully these doodles work out and I can get my comic sorted out quick even if it’s only 5 panels cacao and choco just really like to screw with me when drawing and be stupid difficult sometimes💀

[eschercaine]

Your Throne Ep. 105

The first thing I see when I open this chapter. Oh my God.

Mood. 😂

Psyche: I plan to donate all the gifts to the poor. The people are especially sensitive to lavish spendings right now, so I think that would be best. Eros sent them pretending to be romantic, but he probably wanted me to be criticized. It’s not like... I want any of them anyway. That’s wiser than throwing them away.

Ohh~ Psyche plans to give all the presents that Eros gave her to the poor, not just because she didn’t want any of them, but also because she could see right through him. YAS QUEEN! 👑🛐

The biggest jumpscare of my life.

Ohhhh~ Medea knew there would be someone eavesdropping on their conversation so she laid a trap. 🛐👑

Psyche? NAIVE?

Bish, you’ll never see it coming. 😂

Medea: I see. Did you switch sides? I guess I had no right to mock someone for opening her master’s bedroom door... without permission.

Probably a cousin (?): Please enjoy as you wish.

Medea: Pfft! Sorry for laughing. I’m surrounded by many beautiful people. You don’t entice me at all. Furthermore... I know you’re not my aunt’s real son. I know you were adopted and are working with her. Did you think I didn’t?

DAFUQ? This man is stalking her all the time. He plans to seduce Medea to get the duchy from her? This dumb bish, barged in her room, thinking it would work. Helio would kill him if he finds out.

Medea’s relatives were DUMB, thinking their plans will work.

[elettralightwood]

aaaaaa okay here are my thoughts on the finale

When Marc said "it's so...quiet" i wanted to cry

Oh man Marc just denied the peaceful afterlife and went looking for Steven-

No i cried in that moment in the sand

Tawaret is a hero

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD LAYLA LOOKS SO GOOD IN THAT SUIT

My god Steven can fight now

Lmao the way he sort of punched harrow and then took the time to straighten his suit and brush his shoulder and then go on 👌

Layla my queen

AAAAAAA THAT WAS JAKEYYYY

i still dont quite get what that asylum thing is, is that imagination of what

anyway marc and steven live happily ever after so i am happy

kinda sad they didn't show layla where is my girl

OOOH WE HAVE END CREDIT SCENE

wait wtf???

JAKE???????? (i almost screamed but i settled for a silent scream because my mom was in the room lol)

WAIT SO HOLD UP- khonshu took jake as avatar? and now marc and steven wont be knowing about it?

oh man i really hope we'll be getting a season 2 for it

also did layla return her suit? is she gonna stay as tawaret's avatar, might she be actually liking it too much to stop being the avatar? cuz my girl looked good in that suit and while fighting, i am just saying-

AAAAAAH FINALLY THE LAST EPISODE

SAME PLS

No but them >>>>>

SAME SAME SAME

Honestly a queen 💅🏻

I AM SIMPING

IKR?? I WAS HYPERVENTILATING

KING SHIT RIGHT THERE

Absolutely yes 🛐🛐

I NEED TO SEE HIM FIGHT PLEASE LET ME SEE

Same i’m so confused 💀

Same😌

She was buying breakfast for Marc and Steven 😌🫶

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

LITERALLY MY SAME REACTION

OUR KING FINALLY

We need a second season 😤

WE NEED A SECOND SEASON

WE. NEED. A. SECOND. SEASON. RN.

What do i have to do to be an egyptian god’s avatar marvel tell me rn

[nikethestatue]

“This is probably very unpopular but sometimes I feel like Feyre is overshadowed (not sure if this is the right term) by Rhys in her own series. Like...Feyre is the MC and Rhys is her LI. Sometimes I feel like SJM pushes him more than her” This is so true! I was waiting for her to mention Feyre in her livestream about CC3 but she just says “I’m excited to have BRYCE interact with Rhysand and Azriel! 🤩” I was like “……girl what 🥹🧐”

I like that they both feel mutually important in ACOTAR! because I love them as a pairing, they work as a duo that make eachother better anyway, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love feyre when it doesn’t have to do with rhysand, she’s so strong, fierce, loving and just inspiring for alot of us. im so grateful for discovering a heroine like feyre and aelin, I adore them both so much. my two morally grey yet soft queens 🛐

In all honestly though while we’re on the topic…If SJM continues to not involve Feyre for a third book (esp now that her other heroine out of three is there with feyre! like okay where is this headed and what will Bryce and Feyre’s dynamic be? they’re both treated as the female leaders of their worlds sort of, so they have mutual power in common just like they would with Aelin) and not actually let her USE her powers for once I think it may ruin CC3 for me or future books. Like why make her so powerful and not even have her use her powers in her last book lol? It’s weird writing to build someone up, not let them have their moment for their powers then end their pov without giving those powers justice. she just casually has done nothing with the power of 7 courts? after she was like “imagine what she could do if she combined them all, could freeze armies, mist them, burn them, drown them and make it your own.” what did she do in acowar? she waited the war out and “saved her strength” for the cauldron. did she help save them? yeah but what made her trying to do so exciting? he just flew her there, they healed it and the end for feyre’s role. there’s this popular booktuber that said this same this thing when it comes to feyre and SJM. she’s powerful af and then not even used and she just laughed about it because honestly who does that so casually. Idk guys sorry for the rant but ik I’ll going into CC3 wondering what she’ll have planned for feyre and what will happen with hunt..feyre is not meant to be an equal to the IC, she’s the only high lady with each of those high lords powers. Write her as such or why even make her so powerful? It doesn’t make sense even as a writer stop building things up and never touching on them again..who’s that messy when writing? I feel like she truly treats it as fanfiction sometimes, and is just in her own world not caring about canon or writing criticisms. It makes me grateful that other authors at least listen to criticism that makes sense, because they always end up fixing their mess up sometimes and the next book shows that they made changes. Im not used to an author who just continues what it is they’re doing for years and just viewing it as entitled fans responses that she blocks out and doesn’t let affect her story telling.

Wanting Bryce to meet all the Acotar boys first and foremost was her answer, when all she does in CC is have every guy thirst over her excessively like CC2, like yes hot but it became excessive. It makes me like “is this a reason why she can’t wait for the guys to interact with her? Because she likes it when the character she’s immersed in is in the spotlight of them or viewed as a queen or powerful by men in the series? like if so just be more subtle? Idk maybe she actually does have plans for Feyre and maybe even Aelin but there’s nothing that gives me that feeling that she does have a plan.

I agree that SJM is not good with worldbuilding around Feysand, and especially around Feyre.

For example, in ACOTAR, Lucien explains that the High Lords are a different species--they are Fae, but they are way beyond that because of course their power sustains their Courts. It controls the weather, controls elements, etc. The Power chooses them and they basically transform into this higher being.

Well, what about Feyre then? What does it mean for her to be a HL? Is it just a title that Rhys gave her? But does it come with special powers? Doesn't seem like it! Say he died, would she be able to sustain the NC?

This issue has never been resolved by SJM. Like did she just want to make Rhys a wonderful feminist hero who gave his wife a title? Because again, in the world that she created, women, apparently, cannot be High Ladies, because power never selects them, and hence we only have High Lords. Or does this title come with something?

Also, Feyre has the power of the 7 High Lords. Yet, when Helion described the loss of his power to her, he mentioned it's like a missing scale on a fish. So, if his power is THAT immense that the loss of it feels so insignificant, even with the powers of all 7 Lords, what does Feyre actually have?

Unfortunately, it's these constant annoying inconsistencies that make it so difficult to understand what Feyre actually is. Like, water wolves are nice, but Rhys could hide an entire city with virtually no power, for 50 years.

The issue is that SJM doesn't expand and doesn't explain the world that she has built. She'll throw some piece of information out there, and then it's just there, without any followup.

Like here is an example: It says that Day, Summer and Winter courts rebelled against Amarantha. She executed the previous HLs. Does it mean that Helion's been a HL for only like 30 years? It sure doesn't sound like that from the books. Also, we are to assume that Tarquin became a HL UtM (and perhaps Helion too, but let's set that aside)--so did the Power choose him there? Shouldn't he have had ALL of his power then? He didn't drink that wine that they all drank that took away their powers.

I don't know. I can go on and on, but unfortunately, Feyre seems to be stuck doing a lot of painting now, and being a mom. Both are fine, but then why give her all these amazing powers and never do anything with them? I am really hoping that whatever the FINAL battle is, Feyre can step in and do something amazing. And I don't really want Bryce to overshadow Feyre. I'd much rather read about Feyre than Bryce, tbh.

Unfortunately, it's the writer's inconsistencies that we have to live with. Which is a shame.

[just-a-venomous-kinnie]

Hajime x Oc pt4!

Anyways🥋❤🛐😎🙄 So hi. This episode is inspired by the fact that I have nothing better to do and NEED to continue this series😁☝ pls do enjoy my cringe writing.

The nurse who announces Death

3rd person pov😜☝

Keiichirou lays down inside of the nurse's office since he was sick from pe. He turns his head to see a shadowy figure moving past his window. It turns out to be a pale lady in a nurse outfit staring back at him.

Keiichirou screams in terror as she smiles at him.

Intro song break🕺 Kimi no koto🎶watashi no koto🎶 Dereka no koto🎶 Shiranai koto😩🎶Oshiete yo🎶 Mada shiranai hanashi😩☝🎶 Kanaeru tame ni ima😜🎶 kokoro hiraite🎶😞

(Alr back into it🙄)

The group of teens plus Keiichirou stand outside of the window he led them to. Leo takes a photo as Keiichirou points.

"That's where she was?" Hajime asks the little boy

"She looked like one of the man girls from Paris is burning" Keiichirou said.

"The school nurse is a big pentagram fan. Maybe you were just high" Satsuki says to him

"I was NOT high. I swear it was her. I never left the bed" He says in protest.

"Listen guys, high or not,that lady is fucking HIDEOUS. Maybe you did mistake her and you just don't know" Najimi says to him while eating a chocolate bar she had in her bag.

"I'm guessing it was the cursed nurse" Leo says taking another photo. Satsuki asks who that was.

"Yes, she posseses sick people without health insurance and takes them with her to the spirit world" He said, he them proceeds to go on about the nurse taking another kid.

"Don't you worry little guy! You're tough as nails!" Hajime says rubbing Keiichirou's head.

"You're..hurting me.." Keiichirou says

"You're a goner.." Hajime says defeated, the little boys starts to cry.

"Wish i could say it was nice knowing you.. But i hate kids so bye little bud" Najimi says,throwing her chocolate wrapper on the ground.

"I don't believe in that cursed nurse, come on Keiichirou we're going home" She says upset.

"What home? You don't believe me?" The little boy says, following after his sister.

"What's her problem?" Hajime asks Najimi.

"Fuck if I know..maybe her period?" Najimi says putting her bag in her arms.

"I fucking knew it" Hajime says, grabbing a chocolate bar out of Najimi's bag and opening it.

Skip to the Miyanoshita residence

Keiichirou sits at his desk writing something. Satsuki asks what Keiichirou wants for dinner until Amanojaku says he wants dumplings. She makes a comment about him getting meow mix and looks at the windows seeing them closed.

"You closed the windows already?" She asks the child.

"I don't want that drag queen nurse peaking in on me" Keiichirou says.

"Drag queens won't bother you, worry about priests" Satsuki says putting her hand on her hip.

"Leave me alone! I've got to fill in my special Olympics application" the boy says as Amanojaku laughs.

"Ehehehe special-special Olympics! Ha! Can't wait to see that!" He says laughing.

"Leave him alone!" She says. Amanojaku starts to "immitate" a special person until Satsuki speaks.

"Stop being hateful and tell me about this cursed nurse you fur bag" Satsuki demands the cat.

" Oh alright im sorry. Why don't you look in your mommies ghost diary?" He asks

"HA! Just as I thought! You don't know then she doesn't exist" she says triumphing.

"Whats the matter? Did Oprah have a show oh d-d-denile or something?" He asks the girl. She makes a sad face and whispers Trya banks

"Keiichirou what do you want for dinner? Tell me" Satsuki asks. Amanojaku makes more noises until Satsuki turns back to him.

"I'm gonna beat you (R-slur)!" She threatened the cat.

Satsuki's father soon come home and they sit down to eat dinner. He says that it'll be hard to show his face after the doll incident but he'll gut up and go if he has to.

"Could you wear a wig and a dress?" Keiichirou asks. Satsuki asks him what he was talking about.

"Think im in enough trouble.." His father says.

"Make sure to stuff a bra and tie your peepee down, I don't wanna be the only kid without a mom" He says looking down at his plate.

Satsuki yells at him until he slams his hands down.

"They beat me up all the time! I DON'T NEED ANOTHER GOD DAMN REASON!" He says running away.

" YOU WATCH YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH" Satsuki yells as her father watches them.

"Ok..im off the hook!" Their father says happily.

"DAD!" Satsuki yells at him

" It's alright him Satsuki, they make fun of me all the time too now. I don't need another god damn reason either!" He says before eating a dumpling.

" Remember what i was telling you about your mother's cooking Satsuki? Well these dumplings would do your mother and Paula Deen proud...if Paula was Japanese" He says enthusiastically.

Cut to after some cute flash back of young Satsuki cooking with her mother.

As the children go to sleep, their father drinks some alcohol in front of their mothers mural and sobs.

Cut to a memory of very young Keiichirou and his mother

"Is it good?" She asks her son as he happily sips the Apple Juice while saying yes.

"You certainly love apple juice don't you Keiichirou?"she asks for him to again reply yes.

"But it gives you such gas." She says after he burps and excuses himself.

"You're gonna die aren't ya?" He asks.

"Uh.." She says looking down

" Lets lighten this dark moment with a joke. Go ahead mom pull my finger" the little boy says holding out his pinky.

His mother goes to grab it before she's lifted into a void. He drops his apple juice and starts to run after his mother.

"Come back its really funny! Everyone at my school is doing it! You see, when you pull my finger i make a noise like i farted, it'll kill ya!" Keiichirou says before a hand trips him up.

The ghost nurse grabs him and takes his mother away as he starts to scream. Soon he wakes up in his bed shaking and crying

"I'm trying to sleep here.." Satsuki says, pulling herself up to the upper bunk.

Keiichirou starts to sob as Satsuki tells him to get a hold of himself and that it was just a dream. The child still sobs all night.

Skip to the morning

Satsuki stands in the kitchen with her father as Keiichirou gets ready for school. Her father starts to make himself something to eat while Satsuki rants to him.

"Well he screams and cries every night and wakes me up and then I can't get back to sleep! GOD having a dead mother is hell on your beauty rest" Satsuki says angrily as she chops the vegetables.

"Um..I'm a little hung over so can we talk about this later?" Her father asks. Satsuki replies with fine as she continues to chop.

"Don't talk, Just remember I haven't had much sleep, and I've got a knife" Satsuki says slowly as her father gives her a weird stare.

Cut to after school

Keiichirou crouches on the ground with drawing him mother in the sand. The wind soon blows her face away.

"Damn it.. Just like Etch A sketch" Keiichirou says angrily. He stands up and turns around to see the nurse starring back at him from the school balcony.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Sakata was being an ass!" Satsuki says running toward him.

"Yeah! I was this close to screaming PEDOPHILE so someone would let us out the damn classroom" Najimi says jogging next to Momoko.

"Dirty mouthed heathens" Momoko says under her breath.

"She's back! RuPaul!" Keiichirou says. Satsuki asks what he was talking about.

"The drag queen nurse is back look!" He says pointing.

The girls look over to see nothing. Momoko explains that she didn't see anyone while Keiichirou stands in confusion.

"She was there I saw her!" The boy yells in his defense.

*Gasp* "He's on drugs!" Momoko says distraught.

"I'm not on drugs!... Just paxil.." (Depression and anxiety medication) He says.

"Momoko is right,You didn't get much sleep last night" Satsuki states

"I never do, you snore like Rob Mungle" He says slyly.

"Then you're lying" She says, Keiichirou starts to tear up and run off away from the three.

"Damn girl... Maybe you should've been a bit nicer. Kids do have wild imaginations, maybe his brain was just fucking with him" Najimi says looking at the boy then to her.

Skip to the next day

Satsuki is walking home as one of her neighbors say hi to her.

"Mornin satsuki!" She says

"Hi there!" Satsuki says, mimicking her southern accent.

"Don't you just hate laundry day?" She asks

"If yer husband would get a job you could buy a dry'er" Satsuki says while grabbing clothes

"I'd do good to have that deadbeat come back without liquor on his breath and lipstick on his collar,Rat bastard!" the woman laughs.

Satsuki heads back inside

"Keiichirou-- Why am I still talking like that redneck?" Satsuki asks herself as she looks around for her brother.

Satsuki notices a poorly written note:

"Sis Dear Mom A Love, going you're P.S. see to Keiichirou" (yes exactly like that)

While Satsuki reads the note, Keiichirou is finding his way to the train in the city. Satsuki flips through her ghost book pleading that the ghost isn't there. Low and behold she is, she reads on how her mother doesn't truly know how it would work out to kill the old hag.

Meanwhile, Keiichirou makes his way on the train with Amanojaku in his bag.

"Thanks for coming with me momoko and Najimi, I mean, you could always use some Jesus y'know?" Satsuki says

"I have such fond memories of that hospital, it's a loving place if healing- Except for those who die" Momoko says quickly

"Roger that! Keiichirou was so little when mom was in the hospital how will he find it?? And with his dyslexia he could end up in Bangkok!" Satsuki says back to her.

Satsuki starts speaking broken Japanese to which Momoko asks what she was saying. Satsuki explains that her mother put the ghost to sleep when she was little. She asks Momoko if her mom said anything about it and why did the ghost only show up while he was around.

While this all happens,Keiichirou is finding how way around to the hospital. The two go back and forth about the hospital thing until a flashback starts.

"Listen Satsuki,you only get a chance like this once in your life!" Her father says to little her while nurses run inside the hospital room. He runs after them and they close the door, he asks who's first as the door locks.

"Do you know how long I waited outside that room for him to finish?!" Satsuki exclaims

"Oh dear god" Momoko says.

"Can we like put a time out on this hospital talk" Najimi says sickly

"What do you mean?" Satsuki says looking down at her friend who was holding her stomach.

"I just hate hospitals! All the needles and dead people! Hell, Last time I went there for something I figured out I had a tumor in my left ass cheek!" Najimi says angrily.

"Well now you can get over your fears of hospitals, isn't that great!" Momoko says happily

"Fuck you" Najimi says looking away.

Keiichirou successfully makes his way to the hospital.

" okay I got to level with you you remember that I told you that I Met Your Mother at the excadice homosexual conversion camp? that was just one of the floors at the hospital the ones where I was on was the rehab Wing. Before I met Jesus I was really fucked up, And a slut." Momoko says

" anyways we heard the story about this nurse who comes around after the other nurses make their rounds every time she went into one of the rooms that patient, swear to God, flatlined! DEAD,GONE, TRULY MEETING JESUS!" Momoko explained.

Momoko explains that her and Satsuki's mother talked about praying and stuff before going on about how she met Satsuki's father.

Keiichirou explains how he missed his mother and how the last time he saw his mother was when he went to go get apple juice. He also yelled about how he was thirsty as a mother fucker and decided to go home with Amanojaku. As he walked, he talked about raven being hot until seeing the ghost floating towards him.

The three girls run through the hospital trying to find Keiichirou till they see a Mexican nurse yelling at them.

Satsuki,Momoko and Najimi get to the boy and try to protect him. They yell, "The patient has been cured" twice. It seems to momentarily stop the ghost before she starts again.

"WHAT THE FUCK SATSUKI! I'M NOT TRYNA DIE. BY SOME DRAG QUEEN!" Najimi says as she throws chairs at the ghost.

"Chill kids, she's not gonna hurt you. Floatin Florence Nightingale here, she's only coming to give you a little message. Don't feel bad about bailing on Mommy Dearest" Amanojaku says as the ghost disappears into light and leaves behind a letter.

"It's a letter from mom! When did she write this!" Satsuki asks. Momoko admits that she forgot something, she tells the other three that the ghost was an angel from the Lord telling everybody to say their last goodbyes.

The kid's father open the not to read it out to them.

"Dear Keiichirou,

well I'm sure this is incredibly inappropriate I mean you'll probably be only 4 or 5 by the time that nurse finally gets his to you it's not like the afterlife has any FedEx office or anything, I'm leaving strict instructions for this letter to be left out for you but with my luck with this being county and all they'll probably bury it with me. I would like to give you some words of wisdom or Comfort or some heartfelt Mojo I'm so strung out on methadone right now I'm doing good just holding my pen. Oh! before I forget let me get down to business, me and my mom is really pissed off some ghost spirits in our time and well sorry to break it to you but they'll probably be coming to kill you. I do hope that Satsuki finds that diary can't remember where I put the damn thing. I'm so high..hahah.. But I did leave you a photo album! look at what I was wearing oh HORRIBLE! (A few photos show of them) I mean even after I married your father I still dressed like a dike... I hope I didn't put that Pink Suit picture in here oh God damnit I did.. and father always thinks it's so cute to draw his eyes and see see! look he did it there! But for all its flaws I really did love the guy. Really did love the guy AND THE CRAZY WALL SLAMMIN sex we used to have! I have to say I really enjoyed being you kids mother at least I think I did.. nurses increasing the drip and I'm losing it..I'd love to give you some more Family Ties moments but that's not me,tough love baby! that's just how I roll..

Keiichirou gets his own juice and tells his father to look at how he did it himself. He then asks if he can do his straw for him since he's bad at shapes.

"No Keiichirou...this time,you do it yourself" His father says crying.

Satsuki and Keiichirou go in to hug their father as Momoko cries in the sideline.

"Well at least one of us got our mommy issues cured" Najimi says getting up and patting her skirt down.

The end, This shit took me about two months to finish wtf?!?! I'm pretty sure this got out on your brithday. Happy birthday I suppose! I really wanted to finish this earlier but I didn't so bleh. I'll probably start pt.5 tomorrow if I'm feeling it sooo. Bye🕺💃🐢