#cadence legacy

[moveobjects]

the girls have different opinions on moving lol

[simabloom]

As the Alliance Meeting continued, the second event took place in full swing the next day in the morning. Hunting was on the agenda and exploring the wild and vast grounds and game that Islavaria had to offer brought excitement to everyone going.

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Islavaria Royal Mews, May 11th 1823

Theophilus: Alex...are you even listening to me?

Alexander [distractedly]: Huh...yeah sorry what did you say...

Florence [teasingly]: It seems as though Grand Duke Alexander can't keep his eyes off you like last night at the dinner.

Patience: Quit it Florence...you are just imagining things.

[authenticcadence18]

Twice this week I have received comments on Can’t Help Falling in Love critiquing my use of tags and I’m just like?

those “extra” tags have been there for four years? no im not going to delete them?? I think if it truly was a big issue one of my moots/writer friends would’ve brought it up to me by now???

I use tags to express my creative voice and personality. And I DO include lots of real tags.

if someone makes something FOR FREE and it’s not harmful maybe just say what you like about it and move on?

like? do yall like my tags?? have my tags dissuaded you from checking out my stuff??? because I’ve been posting on ao3 since 2019 and this is the first time anyone has ever brought it up :/

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Yo FELIX so STUPID he heard “rime lost his life” and said he has to go find it

[measlyscrapofseafood]

2023 art summaryyyyy😄😄

characters from april and october belong to @noah-maxwell & november rinzler design belongs to @whispering-woodlands

[meanlesbean]

When Twilight encounters a mysterious child deep in the woods, he writes it off as just another oddity of this cross-era quest. After all, one of his companions is a man he first met as a ghost. Weirder things have happened. But then Twilight and the other heroes find themselves in a strange place called Termina, and the anomalies keep adding up. Why doesn’t the kid recognize Warriors? Why has no one in Termina heard of Hyrule? And why is Time, their leader, suddenly shying away from everyone when they need his guidance more than ever? Or: The gang meets Mask. Time is also there.

Hello! Sorry this chapter took so long. In exchange, I offer you: Twilight petting a dog, Mask's yelp reviews, and a very important conversation about bombs.

[simaginarie]

learning and growing every day :'')

[alintricsims]

The Whitneys formally met the rest of the Browne family: the Mistress of the house, Mrs Cadence Browne, and their children: the young Mr Jason Browne, and the twins Cecille and Louise. Anne brought a pie for the ocassion and they all had a grand time filled with good food and conversation.

(house by failedslacker on the gallery, with some changes made by me to make it more historically accurate)

[awoosmusehorde]

She's feeling called out -

[moveobjects]

and here she is! she gained the loves the outdoors trait, just like her big sister, and was so grumpy and tired upon aging up she had to take a quick nap </3

[simabloom]

Following the next day, the fifth event of the Alliance Meeting looked somewhat different. In which the ruling monarchs and their heirs stayed at the Islavaria palace to have a meeting discussing their kingdoms interests. During this, the consorts went to the royal gardens of the palace to enjoy the beautiful and lush scenery.

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Islavaria Royal Gardens, May 12th 1823

Patience: Wow! You know a lot about botany.

Alexander: Well, it really interests me on how it is all interconnected.

Patience: I want to thank you again for showing me around the gardens, I really enjoyed it.

Alexander: It was my pleasure, hopefully before the alliance meeting is over I can show you around the palace library.

Patience: I would love that.

~

Florence: Look what we have here. If I didn't know any better, I would say he is totally smitten with you.

Patience [sighs]: Drop it Florence. If anything he was being generous by showing me around the gardens.

Florence [scoffs]: Then why wasn't I and Cadence invited on the tour...admit it, he is into you and if anything you are smitten with him as well.

Patience: Florence!

[leftoverpages]

Beneath Weirwood's Shade

Pairing 𓅪 Benjicot "Davos" Blackwood × Bracken!reader

Tags 𓅪 forbidden love, romance, angst

Notes: inspired by romeo and juliet, thinking about posting multiple fanfics a day to reduce some of the stock i have :o

Wordcount 𓅪 1.2k

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

The ancient trees of the Riverlands whispered secrets to those who cared to listen. Their leaves, drenched in the gold of a setting sun, sighed with the weight of countless generations. In this land of ancient enmities and whispered feuds, House Blackwood and House Bracken stood opposed, their enmity as deep-rooted as the forests that surrounded them.

Beneath the sprawling branches of a towering weirwood, where the heart tree's face wept red sap, Benjicot Blackwood waited. His dark eyes, pools of sorrow and longing, flickered towards the distance. His heart, though hardened by the years of familial hatred, beat with an unyielding fervor for you, the light amidst his shadows.

You, a Bracken, the sworn enemy, the forbidden fruit. A love like yours was bound to secrecy, hidden beneath the shroud of night and the veil of danger. The thought of you filled his every waking moment, and his dreams were haunted by your touch, your smile, the gentle cadence of your voice.

From the shadows, you emerged, cloaked in the twilight, a figure of ethereal beauty and tragic grace. The world seemed to hold its breath as you approached, each step a defiance against the legacy of hate that threatened to tear you both apart.

"Ben," you whispered, your voice a soft symphony that danced through the air. He turned, and in his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own soul—tortured, yet unwavering in its love.

"My love," he murmured, closing the distance between you. His hand found yours, and in that touch, a silent promise was exchanged. "Every moment away from you is an eternity of pain."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, the world around you dissolving into the backdrop of your shared sorrow and joy. "We cannot keep meeting like this, Benjicot. The risk grows with each passing day."

His grip tightened, desperation seeping into his voice. "I would rather die a thousand deaths than live a single day without you. We are bound by more than blood and duty; our souls are entwined, and no force on earth can sever that bond."

"Then let us run away," you pleaded, your voice breaking. "To a place where Blackwood and Bracken are just names, where we can be free to love without fear."

Benjicot's heart ached with the weight of your words, the tantalizing dream of a life together pulling at his every resolve. But reality was a cruel mistress. "I fear there is no such place, my love. Our names, our histories, they follow us like shadows."

A shuddering breath escaped you, and you clung to him, seeking solace in his warmth. "Then let us cherish the moments we have, however fleeting. Let us defy the stars that conspire against us and carve our own fate, even if only for a night."

The weirwood watched over you, a silent sentinel to your stolen time. Beneath its ancient boughs, you and Benjicot found a sanctuary, a fragile haven in a world determined to tear you apart. You spoke in hushed tones, of dreams unfulfilled and love everlasting, your words a tapestry of hope and despair.

In the heart of the forest, time seemed to stand still. You and Benjicot lay on a blanket of fallen leaves, your hands intertwined, your hearts beating as one. The night sky above was a canopy of stars, each one a silent witness to your forbidden love.

"You remember the first time we met?" Benjicot's voice was a mere whisper, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of your hand.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "How could I forget? It was at the harvest festival. I saw you across the field, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped."

He chuckled softly, the sound like a balm to your soul. "I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. But when I found out you were a Bracken, my heart sank."

"And yet, here we are," you said, your voice tinged with wonder and sadness. "Despite everything, we found each other."

Benjicot turned to face you, his eyes filled with a fierce, unspoken promise. "No matter what happens, I will always find you. In this life and the next, we are meant to be together."

The hours slipped away, and dawn's light began to creep over the horizon. With a heavy heart, you knew your time together was drawing to a close. You stood, reluctant to break the fragile spell that had bound you both.

"Until we meet again," Benjicot whispered, pulling you into a final, lingering embrace. "Remember, my love, that you are my heart, my soul, my everything."

You held him close, memorizing the feel of his arms around you, the scent of his hair, the warmth of his breath against your skin. "And you, Ben, are my hope, my dream, my forever."

With one last, lingering kiss, you parted, each step away from each other a dagger to the heart. But even in the face of inevitable sorrow, you carried a piece of each other, a love that transcended the bounds of feuding houses and cruel fate.

In the days that followed, you returned to your separate lives, each day a painful reminder of the love you could not openly share. You exchanged secret letters, hidden within the folds of cloaks and beneath the roots of ancient trees, your words a lifeline that sustained you through the darkest of times.

But as the tensions between your houses escalated, the danger grew ever closer. Whispers of war and betrayal filled the air, and you knew that the time would come when you would have to make a choice—between duty and love, between loyalty to your family and the call of your heart.

One fateful night, the shadows deepened and the air grew heavy with foreboding. A message reached you, written in Benjicot's hand, its words a stark warning: "Meet me at the weirwood. Our time is running out."

Fear and desperation clutched at your heart as you made your way to the ancient tree, your every step a prayer for his safety. When you arrived, you found him waiting, his face pale and drawn, his eyes filled with a sorrow that mirrored your own.

"My love," he said, his voice a broken whisper. "There is no time. Our families are on the brink of war. We must leave, now, before it is too late."

You nodded, your resolve hardening even as your heart ached. "Together, then. We will face whatever comes, as long as we are together."

With a final, desperate embrace, you turned and fled into the night, leaving behind the only world you had ever known. The forest closed in around you, its shadows a refuge and a promise.

As dawn broke over the Riverlands, the ancient weirwood stood silent, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. In its heartwood, the echoes of your love remained, a testament to the power of a love that dared to bloom amidst the thorns of hatred and the shadows of despair.

You and Benjicot, bound by love and fate, ventured into the unknown, your hearts beating as one. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and peril, but as long as you were together, you knew you could face anything.

In the annals of history, the names Blackwood and Bracken would be forever linked by strife. Yet, in the hidden corners of the Riverlands, beneath the ancient weirwood tree, the whispers of your love would linger, a testament to the power of a love that defied the stars and dared to reach for eternity.

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunningulus, rather soft Dabi Synopsis: Dabi was fervently yearning to partake in another round of euphoria with you Requested by: anonymous

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A solitary sunbeam bestowed its gentle radiance upon the finely sculpted countenance of Dabi. He contorted his visage, narrowing his eyes and gradually blinking a few times, stirred from slumber by the luminous glow. With a sigh escaping his lips, he endeavored to shield himself from the solar rays by placing an arm over his face. However, the hour had long surpassed dawn's arrival, rendering him unable to succumb to sleep once more. Instead, he found solace in the rhythmic cadence of your tranquil breaths.

Dabi's countenance slowly adorned itself with a smile as he reminisced upon the passionate intimacy you both shared the previous night. It had been a Friday evening, and the LOV team had ventured to partake in libations at the bar in their mansion. They all needed some distractions after yet another difficult week.

Observing the gracefulness with which you engaged in mirthful conversation with Toga at the booth, and subsequently coaxing Twice onto the dance floor with his endearingly awkward fist pumps and uncertain dance moves, Dabi found himself utterly captivated by your every gesture. How fortuitous was he to have encountered a woman of such beguiling charm, genuine sweetness, and innate ability to put anyone at ease? Since you joined the League, Dabi was unable to divert his gaze or restrain his touch from you. Your irresistible allure captivated him, and he unexpectedly developed a deep affection for both your radiant persona and your lively demeanor.

The comfort of being nestled in bed with you filled Dabi's heart with contentment. 

That profound affection within him was kindled once you both departed from the bustling bar, and as soon as you both crossed the threshold of Dabi's room, he fervently disrobed your undergarments, firmly grasped your already moistened pussy, and passionately claimed your lips as his own.

In the annals of time, the subsequent events unfolded as an indelible legacy. 

Presently, he beheld your unadorned physique, ensconced in velvety coverings. The satin texture of your exposed shoulder allured him, accompanied by the emergence of a hickey and faint contusions adorning your neck and shoulders. He surmised that additional bruises might trace their mark upon your hips, a testament to the fervor with which he engaged you the previous night.

Regret tinged his expression; he acknowledged that he had been overly rough in his actions. To ameliorate the situation, Dabi leaned closer, his form enmeshing with yours, commencing a tender array of butterfly kisses and delicate caresses upon the bruised regions.

"Mmm...?" You vocalized, inquisitive, as Dabi's gentle ministrations roused you from the depths of slumber, drawing you into wakefulness.

"Good morning, babe," he murmured, his lips still bestowing soft affection upon your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied, your voice laden with drowsiness. "What time is it?" you queried, stifling a yawn.

"It is 7:00 AM," Dabi responded.

"Ah, let us indulge in even more repose, then. This is a rare luxury," you remarked, rolling over to face him. Both of you typically arose at 8:00 AM on weekdays for work, making this leisurely awakening a true indulgence.

"Indeed, Y/N," Dabi chuckled, his countenance now tinged with a touch of concern. "I trust I did not exert excessive force upon you during our encounter last night?"

"Why do you harbor such thoughts?" You responded, elevating yourself onto one elbow.

"Well..." Dabi's fingertips grazed gently across your contusions. 

You tilted your head to glimpse downward, observing the interplay of light purple and green splotches adorning your skin. "Ah, mere bruises. They shall mend," you offered reassuringly. "Moreover, last night's tryst happened to be one of the most ardently passionate experiences we have shared thus far, handsome!"

"Truly?" Dabi smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Nevertheless, I find myself remorseful. Allow me to make amends." He grinned, tenderly caressing your chin before lifting it to meet his own in a soft, tender kiss.

Dabi's kisses persisted, gently tracing his tongue across your lower lip. His lips moved with such deliberation and affection that you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, becoming one with his touch. Gradually, his tongue found its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss until soft moans escaped your lips.

His ardor only intensified, and he encircled his strong arms around your back, causing you to recline atop him, legs entwined, your bosom pressed firmly against his chest, as your lips continued their entrancing dance that seemed boundless in time.

Eventually, the need for air necessitated a brief respite. "Dabi!" You gasped, gently slapping his shoulder. "Let a girl breathe at some point!"

Dabi's brows ascended in astonishment, eliciting a profound chuckle from him. You sensed the reverberation of his mirth coursing through his frame beneath you, while you found yourself captivated by the endearing laughter lines encircling his eyes, which creased charmingly when he smiled.

"Very well, then. I shall bestow my affections elsewhere," he declared with a grin. Gently, Dabi guided your form to recline upon the bed, ensuring your head is cradled amidst a cluster of pillows. With purposeful tenderness, he commenced a journey of kisses, trailing along your neck and gliding down your collarbones until reaching your bosom.

"Mmm... You're truly indulging me today, huh?" You murmured with delight. 

Dabi merely smiled, his sizable and adept hands tenderly exploring your sensitive nipples, skillfully tugging and pinching the aroused buds while massaging your flesh.

Such exquisite sensations caused your back to arch involuntarily, and your breath quickened, escaping in rapid, gasping exhalations. At the sound of your voice, Dabi felt his arousal intensify. He reveled in the symphony of your passionate cries, knowing that he was the catalyst for your pleasure, an aspect that instantly aroused him.

Your knees glided upward, constricting around Dabi's torso, drawing him intimately nearer as he persistently caressed your chest, delicately tracing along the divide of your cleavage and teasing your nipples.

"Greedy, are we?" Dabi chuckled, his mouth engulfed between your supple mounds. 

Your response was an even louder moan of delight. Prior to meeting Dabi, you had never encountered such arousal from mere fondling. Now, a gentle touch from him alone could leave you dripping with desire.

Being acutely aware of his profound effect on you, Dabi commenced a deliberate descent along your body, until his warm breath tantalized your yearning core. 

You bit your lip in anticipation. "Darling, are you — Ah!" 

His tongue skillfully traced up your folds, stifling your question with a gratifying slurp. Dabi moved his tongue adeptly, traversing in and out of your wetness, confidently navigating your most sensitive areas to elicit the utmost pleasure. He lapped over your pussy, eagerly savoring every drop of your juices.

Your arousal manifested audibly, saturating the confines of the bedroom.

"Babe, do you hear this? You're such a lascivious enchantress," Dabi playfully taunted, now inserting two fingers into your moist entrance, strategically curling them to stimulate your sweet spot. He knew precisely how to make your body quiver with delight.

As if prompted by an invisible conductor, the moment he gained entry, an ecstatic exclamation escaped your lips, "Oh my, Dabi!" Your knees instinctively encircled his wrist, intensifying the rhythm of his finger's intimate dance within you. With each fervent thrust, your body responded, the pulsating sensations reverberating throughout your being. Streams of moisture cascaded onto the sheets, coating them in a passionate display, while his skillful hands expertly attended to your arousal, one tantalizingly exploring depths, the other delicately stimulating your most sensitive spot.

"Would you cum for me, little slut?" Dabi commanded, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, and you complied. Succumbing to the pleasure, you moaned his name repeatedly as the orgasm washed over you.

With your body still vibrating from the climax, Dabi positioned himself at your wet entrance and effortlessly slid his already painfully erect member inside. He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back; your tightness gripping him so intensely that he could barely contain the pleasure coursing through him.

"Damn, Dabi, it feels too good! You're stretching me so wonderfully!" You exclaimed, clenching the sheets tightly in your fists.

"That's it, my little slut, you're so wet for me, it's incredible." Dabi uttered, slowly thrusting his dick in and out of you. He adored the sensation of your body against his, as if you were custom-made solely for his gratification.

"Come here, baby," you coaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you. 

He continued the rhythm of his thrusts, expertly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, prompting you to wrap your legs around his lower back.

Your lips lavished every contour of his exquisite countenance, caressing him and intertwining your fingers through his luscious black locks. With each tender caress, you endeavored to manifest the profoundness of your affection for him.

"Dabi?" You whispered, your lips grazing the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, little minx?" He gasped, his composure already faltering under the intoxicating pleasure emanating from your intimate connection. His biceps flexed as he supported himself above you, hips undulating with fervor as he relentlessly drove himself into you.

"I love you, Dabi. You're my everything... Oh, fuck! That's it, babe!"

Dabi hesitated, gradually slowing his pace to catch his breath. He gazed deeply into your eyes, revealing the intensity of his adoration for you. He tenderly placed a hand on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, cherishing the intimacy of that moment. "Y/N, you're too sweet for me," he exhaled. "I love you too." He confessed softly, sealing his heartfelt declaration with another gentle kiss upon your eager lips. With those words, Dabi grunted, pressing on against you, resuming his powerful thrusts as you gasped in surprise, surrendering to the ever-increasing intensity of his ardor, each impact resounding throughout your bodies.

"Oh! Harder, harder!" You encouraged, and your moans escalated in volume. That only served to embolden Dabi further, as he firmly grasped your sides, guiding you down onto his throbbing member while thrusting his hips upward with each fervent motion.

"Babe, I'm about to..." Dabi cried out, relinquishing his usual solemn composure to the euphoria of climax, releasing his thick, warm semen into your heated core.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, the intensity of your own orgasm surging once more.

With a deep groan, Dabi collapsed upon you, his member still intimately connected to your yearning entrance.

"Oof!" You sighed playfully, emitting a giggle. Dabi, you're too heavy for me! Please, get off!" You laughed, exerting pressure against his robust shoulders.

"No!" He teased, revealing his mischievous side. You adored those moments when he broke free from his composed, stoic persona and displayed his juvenile, boyish charm exclusively for you.

Beneath all that gravity lay an insatiable, delectable beast of a man, who was well aware of the art of bringing you to ecstasy while teasingly mocking you throughout. Oh, how deeply you adored this man.

After writhing in pleasure for a little while longer, Dabi eventually relented and withdrew from your slick, wet cunt. 

You theatrically gasped, taking in deep breaths now that his weight no longer overwhelmed you, and he responded with an eye roll and a laugh.

"What time is it now?" You inquired, your chest rising and falling, a light glisten of perspiration on your forehead.

Dabi glanced at you. "I don't care. I'm not leaving the bed today."

Turning to your side, you grinned at him. "Shall we go for another round then?"

Tags: @dabislittlemouse @grossograsso @misafiryanki @indignant-alpaca

[mecania]

Before people say anything about bloodborne not having anything to do with women in the slightest I'm going to need them to an intense read up on medical history and then read Simone du Beauvoir's 'The Second Sex' and then like. everything else by Beauvoir, if you have not already, as a MINIMAL baseline. very, very bare bones reading, but it should be enough if you actually want to engage with discussions regarding the treatment of women in medical instituitions and the supposed ideal of the 'perfect, true female body' in actual good faith. (please take note... this is working off of the understanding that gender is not ontological and is not grounded in anything real. there is no reality to the idealised woman under the patriarchy, and there is no worth in defending it because it can only harm and makes no fucking sense. thank you)

Even if you do not think the subtext was intentional (which it very much is, i don't typically like stating 'if you want to understand the story watch this youtuber!' but charred thermos on yt delves into the inspirations behind hemwick charnel lane and that is proof enough that the writers did give a shit about the unique position of women in the world of medicine and religion. also he has multitudes more knowledge on 18th century european medicine as told in art than i do), that does not deny the fact that it can still be read in that lens and it makes bloodborne much more rounded out and meaningful in our current social climate. it is impossible to make a complete work of art about medical and religious institutions and the abuse they have enacted for years without engaging in discussions about how oppressed groups were treated by these institutions.

there is implicit reference to the treatment of 'foreigners' in these medical systems. notice how the patients in maria's lab, those who are not put in 'better conditions' (like adeline, who has her own space) speak in a distinctly different accent/cadence than most other characters you find. you are explicitly hit with xenophobia by the first few doors you knock on aside from gilbert's. this game is not 'vague', it is very, very allegorical and referential.

there are very good references to the idealisation of the 'woman', and how this construct works in reality, that i cannot think of it being anything but a discussion of this very concept and showing the truth behind it. a confusing part of sexism can be the utter difference between the treatment towards pregnancy versus the treatment towards women. it is, in truth, not a 'mistake' in the system, but rather an intentional facet. the woman is not substantial but a concept to be maintained for the sake of other ideologies like purity, heritage, and legacy (which is why the concept of 'womanhood' is so heavily disputed and even denied to those who you think should fit into it by these rules. it is simply plain bullshit). in the patriarchy the concept of the woman is divine, but the 'substantial' woman is believed to be dirtied by the nature of her existence. this is why we can abuse women's bodies while at the same time worship pregnancy; pregnancy is her saving grace in the system's eyes. this is what happens to queen yharnam, to arianna, and to get the point across even further so unbelievably clearly, this is what happens to kos. once a living god, an extraterrastial being that is the root of worship still now. in stark contrast to the immense pedestal she is placed upon, her physical body was discarded, maimed and brutalised for the sake of cutting her apart and taking out what was inside of her; her stillborn.

this is where we see the contrast between the worship of the conceptual woman versus. the treatment of the 'real' woman who has had this concept forced on her and what has been determined to be her physical body. the physical body of the determined woman will never meet the standard of the conceptual woman, because that is what it is; a false truth, an idealisation, and something to control, to detain. kos is trampled in death, her body is a tool, despite the passionate worship she received then and receives now. she is revered as a 'mother' yet at the same time it is this status and its claimed actualisation that allowed for them to dismantle and abandon her corpse. you hear her name praised and called upon for knowledge, yet when you find her, she is a pitiable corpse, blending in with the grey sand beneath her. the worship done in the name of the divine, holy, mythological 'female body' is not done in spite of the treatment of the supposed real woman. it is done in tandem.

[meanlesbean]

When Twilight encounters a mysterious child deep in the woods, he writes it off as just another oddity of this cross-era quest. After all, one of his companions is a man he first met as a ghost. Weirder things have happened. But then Twilight and the other heroes find themselves in a strange place called Termina, and the anomalies keep adding up. Why doesn't the kid recognize Warriors? Why has no one in Termina heard of Hyrule? And why is Time, their leader, suddenly shying away from everyone when they need his guidance more than ever? Or: The gang meets Mask. Time is also there.

Here we go with chapter two, in which: magic has consequences, the "grown-ups" have a talk, and Mask loses his filter.

[simaginarie]

the milfs <3