#couldn't watch it but i will and i will eventually try it out

[shawtyfromdirtydocks]

Soft dom! König remembering that black ! Fem ! Reader gave him permission to fuck her if he got horny while she was sleeping, and he takes the opportunity because he’s so hard ‘n needy that he can’t wait till she wakes up :(((

Ugh this is actually something I think about too often. To me König is like the most regular guy ever. He’s average. That’s just him. But yk we’re kinky bitches so just IMAGINE that level of ungodliness consuming the most ordinary person on the planet.

Impatience.

Cw: Somno, guilt, corruption if you squint, previously established consent, several moments of könig watching you sleep, P in v, no protection, established relationship, vanilla!König x kinky!Reader, AFAB!reader, intimate and kinda sappy at one point (I love this man)

Not proofread, might later

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König is a pretty vanilla guy (no pun intended) so of course he was a little taken aback when you brought this up.

He didn't even know that this was something people could be into.

Whenever it had gotten late and he really needed to get off- he'd always go back and forth with himself, trying to decide if he should take you up on your offer or not. Even though you gave full consent it made him feel guilty.

Eventually he'd just settle for his fist, fantasizing about you and how perfect you feel, wishing the grooves on his fingers were your comforting walls instead.

Not this time though.

You'd been busy with work. Spending sometimes days at the hospital at a time. Coming home in your scrubs, tired and in need of a hot shower.

He wouldn't dare ask to have sex when you were so tired even though he knew you'd say yes. He'd just feel too guilty. It made him feel selfish.

But when he saw your skin glow under the moonlight. Your full two toned lips parted so prettily, begging him to kiss them. Loose curls peaking from under your bonnet decorating your beautiful face. He couldn't help himself.

At first he was just stroking himself, watching you sleep. Doing his very best to ignore the building desire to be inside you. The feeling got so intense that he even started whining :((

But then he gave up. He needed you more than anything right now. You'll understand right? Of course you will, otherwise you wouldn't have gave him permission.

König took his time. Every caress and tug at your clothes gentle, careful to not wake you up. He knew how much you needed your rest and he'd just feel awful if he woke you up with his problem.

When he finally got you in the position he wanted you in he prepped you. What kind of man would he be if he just took what he needed without caring for your perfect body first?

He had fun doing it too. Reaching into his bedside drawer, pulling out a new lube he picked up the other day. Smearing it over your pussy with his thumb. Subconsciously smiling to himself whenever you reacted to him rubbing your clit while you slept.

Stroking himself as he spread your lips. The sight of you alone making him twitch in his palm. "M’Sorry.. I tried holding off for as long I could mein herz."

Slowly but surely, he pushed his fat tip past your small opening. He was no where close to bottoming out and he was already panting like a dog!

You were just so warm. And it's been a long while since he's been inside you. The feeling was practically brand new to him again.

It was hard to stop himself from just pounding into you right then and there. His grip on the back of your thighs tightened a little. Whimpering and grinding his teeth while he struggled to keep himself together.

After he finally calmed down, he slow stroked you. Head bowed and eyes pinched shut as if he was thanking whatever gods he believed in for being given such an opportunity.

Your sticky warmth hugged him so lovingly. It felt so right. The feeling of guilt that weighed heavily in his stomach was soon replaced by intense feelings of affection.

All he could think about was how much he loved and missed you. How could you not be awake to enjoy this with him? It’s so unfair. All he wanted was to hear you whine his name and feel you hold him close.

Since he couldn’t have that he retreated back into his mind. Jerking himself off with your sleeping body as he recalled some of his favorite moments of intimacy with you. The real intense and sloppy moments.

“You’re so perfect, schatz. So so perfect.” his voice fell on deaf ears. Honestly he was okay with that. König was starting to appreciate the level of privacy he had.

It was just him and his love for you. He appreciated the way your tits lightly bounced whenever his control slipped and his hips met yours a little too hard. He appreciated the way you tightened around him whenever he kissed down the middle of your pretty body. He appreciated the way you pouted when he whispered I love you.

And it felt like you were only getting wetter. Sticky slapping sounds bounced off of the walls and back into his ears but he was too deep in his fantasies to notice.

Then a hand pressed against his abdomen and he heard a whine. When his eyes snapped open he saw your sleepy face. Eyes sparkling under the cool light of the moon.

“König..?” You slurred, still barely awake. The small smile on your face didn’t go unnoticed.

The big man chuckled and leaned forward, spreading your legs farther to make room for his wide torso between them. He kissed the corner of your mouth and tucked a few curls back into the safety of your bonnet.

“Shh, my love. Get your rest, i’m just taking what I need.”

[idkyetxoxo]

Gwayne Hightower - Sworn to Protect

Summary - Who more fitting to protect the Queen than the King's own uncle, a renowned knight with a profound understanding of the solemn duty that his role as her sworn protector entails? His commitment is so steadfast that he would go so far as to challenge the king himself.

Pairing - Gwayne Hightower x reader

Warnings - Violence

Word count - 2139

Masterlist for Gwayne • House of the Dragon General Masterlist

"Ser Gwayne, I do not need an escort inside the sept," I said, a soft laugh escaping my lips as I turned to see him standing just two feet away.

"It is late, Your Grace. I would feel more at ease knowing I am near," he replied, his tone respectful yet firm. I nodded, a small shrug accompanying the gesture, before lowering myself to my knees.

As I closed my eyes and clasped my hands in prayer, Gwayne's gaze swept the room, his vigilance unwavering. 

Yet, even in his watchfulness, his eyes eventually drifted back to me. He couldn't help but linger, captivated by the sight of me in such a serene pose, the flickering candlelight casting gentle shadows across my face.

His breath hitched, and he exhaled slowly, struggling to pull his thoughts back to his duty and away from the image of my perfect form, illuminated so beautifully in the dim glow.

When I finally finished my prayer and stood, I noticed Gwayne's intense gaze fixed upon me. "Are you all right, Ser Gwayne?" I asked a touch of concern in my voice, sensing that something was amiss. 

It was not the first time I'd seen that look.

Gwayne blinked and quickly regained his composure. "Yes, Your Grace," he replied, his tone steady and reassuring. "I am fine."

He offered a courteous bow before leading me back to the keep. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the sept, and the quiet of the castle amplified the soft sound of our footsteps. 

As we neared the main entrance, a servant stepped forward, their anxious demeanour evident.

"Your Grace," the servant said breathlessly, "The King is looking for you."

A pang of sadness tugged at me. Aegon's summons was unexpected and, from his tone, likely carried a hint of displeasure. I nodded, trying to mask my feelings. "Thank you," I replied softly

Gwayne's perceptive eyes caught the subtle shift in my mood, but he chose to remain silent, offering only a sympathetic glance, we made our way through the dimly lit corridors, each step echoing in the silence of the night.

When we reached Aegon's chambers, the door stood slightly ajar. I took a deep breath, steeling myself before pushing it open and stepping inside. 

The room's atmosphere was tense, and Aegon's sharp, frustrated gaze met me immediately. His face was flushed, and he moved restlessly around the room, the agitation in his posture unmistakable.

"Where have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger. "I've been waiting for you."

I met his gaze steadily, despite the unease settling in my chest. "I was at the sept," I replied calmly.

His reaction was immediate and harsh, he scoffed and closed the distance between us, his demeanour revealing that he was far from sober. The stench of wine clung to him, and his movements were unsteady, a clear sign of his inebriation. 

It was evident he was looking for a confrontation.

"Do not lie to me," he spat, his voice sharp.

A pang of frustration mixed with my growing unease. I took a step back, trying to create some distance between us. 

"I am not lying," I insisted, my tone firm. "Ser Gwayne accompanied me. He can attest to where I was."

I turned toward the door, raising my voice to call out. "Ser Gwayne, if you would be so kind as to come in?"

The door creaked open wider, and Gwayne's imposing figure filled the doorway. His eyes swept over the scene, and he stepped in with a composed demeanour that contrasted sharply with Aegon's current state.

"Your Grace," he said, his voice steady, "I can confirm that we were at the sept. I accompanied her there."

Aegon's reaction was dismissive, he rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "Of course, you say that," he retorted, the irritation clear in his tone.

I frowned, confusion knitting my brows together. 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. The accusation seemed unfounded, and I couldn't understand why Aegon was so agitated.

Aegon's gaze flickered with a mixture of anger and something else, resentment, perhaps. He scoffed and turned away from me, his frustration evident. 

"Despite being my uncle, he ogles over you like some lovesick fool," he spat, his voice thick with contempt.  For a moment, his eyes were not those of a king but of a man betrayed, before they hardened again into a glare of pure venom.

I took a step back, the shock of his words hitting me like a cold wave. 

"Ser Gwayne?" I glanced at Gwayne, searching for his reaction, but he remained stoically silent, his expression unreadable. 

The accusation hung in the air, making the already charged atmosphere even more uncomfortable.

"I don't know what spell you've cast on him, but his attention toward you is anything but honourable," he added, his voice lowering but still carrying an edge. "It's causing unnecessary distractions and unrest."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. 

"I assure you," I said calmly, "there is nothing inappropriate between Ser Gwayne and me. I am certain his conduct reflects his duty as a sworn protector."

Aegon's face twisted with unbridled rage. "Of course, you say that," he spat, his tone dripping with disbelief. "Always quick to defend him. It's as if you're blind to his behaviour."

Before I could respond, Aegon's hand shot out and grabbed my arm roughly, his grip like iron. The sudden pain made me flinch, and I instinctively recoiled from his touch. 

"Aegon, you're hurting me," I whispered, a tremor creeping into my voice as tears began to pool in my eyes.

I had known his anger before, but this was different—this was wild, unchecked, and I felt like a mouse trapped beneath the claws of a hawk.

"I do not care," Aegon retorted coldly, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh. "You should have thought about that before dishonouring yourself." His words were like knives, sharp and cruel, as he shook me roughly, his anger barely contained.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil his words inflicted. I could barely manage a response through the haze of distress. 

"Aegon, please," I murmured, my voice barely audible as I struggled to maintain my composure. "You're misunderstanding everything. It's not like that."

Aegon's grip tightened, his eyes blazing with a dangerous mixture of anger and hurt. "Misunderstanding?" he echoed scornfully. "Don't pretend you're innocent in this. I see how you manipulate those around you. Even he isn't immune to your charms."

The accusation was harsh and unwarranted, and I felt a pang of betrayal at his words. "I would never," I said, struggling to free my arm from his relentless grasp. 

Suddenly, a deep voice cut through the charged air. "Unhand her!"

I had almost forgotten that Gwayne was still in the room. He took a single, deliberate step forward, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the room. His eyes, cold and unwavering, bore into Aegon, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a quiet fury that dared anyone to challenge him.

"Unhand her," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aegon turned to face him, his expression shifting from anger to irritation. "No," he said dismissively. "This is between us. You can leave."

Gwayne's eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a steely edge. "Unhand her," he said again, his tone brooking no further resistance.

Aegon's response was a contemptuous sneer. "No," he snapped, raising his hand as if to slap me in a final show of dominance. The air crackled with tension, and I braced myself for the impact.

Before Aegon could move, Gwayne surged forward with a sudden burst of force. He charged at Aegon, gripping him by the collar with a fierce determination. 

"Touch her again, and you'll regret it," Gwayne threatened, his voice a low growl.

Aegon's eyes widened in shock and fear as Gwayne lifted him off the ground, the knight's formidable strength evident. Gwayne's grip was unrelenting, and his expression was one of cold resolve.

"I am giving you a chance to step back," Gwayne said, his voice steady and dangerous. "Release her, and you will not face further consequences. Continue, and I will ensure you regret every moment of this."

Aegon's face flushed with a mix of fear and anger, but he did not dare defy Gwayne's imposing presence. He released his grip on me, stumbling slightly as he tried to regain his composure.

Gwayne kept his grip firm, his gaze locked on Aegon, ready to act at the slightest indication of further violence. The room was thick with tension, the threat of violence hanging heavy in the air as the confrontation reached its peak.

"I'm telling mother," Aegon declared, his voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and fury. His eyes darted between Gwayne and me.

Gwayne's lips curled into a disdainful smirk, his gaze cold and unwavering. "Go ahead," he said with a scoff. "Tell her exactly how cruel her son is with his wife."

Aegon's face flushed a deeper shade of red, a mixture of anger and humiliation igniting in his eyes. "You think you can intimidate me with your threats?" he spat, his voice trembling as he struggled to regain his composure.

Aegon's gaze hardened, and he straightened, trying to assert his authority. "I could have you executed, hanged for daring to speak to me in such a manner," he declared, his voice thick with menace.

Gwayne's expression remained composed, though his eyes held a glint of derision. He tilted his head slightly to the side, a gesture that underscored his disdain. 

"My foolish nephew," he said, his tone carrying a sharp edge, "you will do no such thing."

Aegon's eyes widened momentarily, taken aback by the calmness in Gwayne's voice. "And why is that?" he demanded, his bravado faltering.

Gwayne's smirk widened slightly, a mix of contempt and amusement in his gaze. "Because, Aegon, you may hold the title of King, but you are far from untouchable. Your actions have consequences, and I am not afraid to make them known."

Aegon's anger flared once more, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes now. "You underestimate me," he snarled, trying to maintain his dominant posture.

Gwayne's demeanour remained steady, his voice cutting through Aegon's bravado with ease. 

"No, I understand you perfectly," he said, his tone unwavering. "It is your own arrogance that blinds you to the reality of your position. And as long as I stand here, I will not allow you to treat her with such cruelty."

Aegon's eyes narrowed in frustration, his fists clenching at his sides. With a final, frustrated glare at both Gwayne and me, he stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a resounding thud.

The moment Aegon was gone, the oppressive tension in the room began to dissipate. I turned to Gwayne, my eyes brimming with gratitude. 

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice trembling with the remnants of fear and relief. 

Gwayne's stance relaxed slightly, though his eyes still burned with a protective intensity. He breathed out, a hint of relief mingling with the tension that lingered like smoke in the air.

He gave a slight nod, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and relief.  "It is my duty to protect you, Your Grace," he said simply, his voice gentle.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the confrontation lift slightly. 

"I'm truly grateful," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "Your presence and your actions today... they mean more to me than I can express."

Gwayne's gaze lingered on me, and I saw something in his eyes that spoke of deeper feelings. There was no need for words, I had long sensed the depth of his affection, an unspoken truth between us that neither of us had named. 

I had always known, in the quiet moments and the subtle glances, that his feelings for me went beyond mere duty.

He held my gaze, and though he did not voice the feelings that were evident, the unspoken understanding between us was palpable. His presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the constraints we faced, his dedication to his duty and my position as Queen.

Gwayne took a deep breath, and his expression softened further, a mix of warmth and resignation. 

"I'm just glad I could be of help," he said quietly. "I will always be here to protect you."

I nodded, the sadness and appreciation intertwining in my heart. "I know," I said softly, recognizing the depth of his commitment even if our circumstances made it impossible for anything more to develop between us. "Your support means more to me than words can convey."

Gwayne's eyes held a tender, unsaid promise as he gave me a final, reassuring nod. 

We stood in silence, the connection between us undeniable and profound, even if the nature of our relationship remained defined by duty and unspoken affection.

A/n - 'Serene pose' - on her knees you mean 😝

Gwayne tag list - @deniixlovezelda

[pleasantly-painful-fiction]

I spent many years studying Hitler, the Holocaust, and the events leading up to one of the worst parts of human history, all in a desperate attempt to understand the HOW and WHY. How could a country - how could the world let something like that happen? Why was this allowed to happen? And the worst part about finally understanding was realizing how easily it could happen again, and how often it did happen again. Eventually you realize that Hitler wasn't all that special. Same with everyone else. You also realize that, had you been in the same situation as many German citizens, there's a good chance you would have done the same things. Of course, if you don't already know this, you probably won't believe it, and there's not enough time to explain it all.

But perhaps even more terrifying is how difficult it is to prevent a repeat. Unlike a frog, society doesn't jump out of the pot if you slowly heat the water. The holocaust didn't start in 1939 with WWII. It didn't start when Hitler came into power in 1933 either. The stove was turned on more than a decade earlier, and the water was slowly heating up, but most people wouldn't realize what was happening until the water was boiling.

And what's more terrifying than all of that? Watching it happen all over again. Those that were especially knowledgable about WWII/Hitler/the Holocaust, saw the signs in 2016 before Trump took office. They noticed the similarities in policy, environment, language, behavior, etc, and they tried to warn people, but the water was fine. No one wanted to believe it would ever boil. Those that weren't as familiar with that part of history couldn't see the connection. That is until a few years ago. Finally! Some people were noticing. It was being talked about. And yet... people still weren't convinced the water would ever boil. And they still aren't today.

The most terrifying thing is knowing that we are walking down a very dangerous path. It's knowing that Trump and the republican party have already started setting up the perfect environment for a genocide in this country. It's feeling the water get warmer and warmer, begging everyone around you to get out before it's too late, and watching so many of them refuse.

The republican party is spewing hate towards American citizens. It's spewing hate towards people who aren't white, who aren't republican, who aren't male, who aren't straight, who aren't heterosexual, who aren't Christian, who aren't on their side; and they aren't even trying to hide it. The republican party has failed to condemn the Proud Boys, the KKK, the insurrectionists, and so on. The republican party is more worried about a book turning a kid gay than a person with a gun ending that kid's life. The republican party repeatedly refuses to work with anyone not on their side. They continue to repeat harmful lies and rumors about minority groups. They continuously blame the blacks, the immigrants, the disabled, the gay, the trans, the non-Christians, the women, the democrats, and whoever else they can come up with for every little problem in this country. They are actively supporting hate IN THIS COUNTRY.

They are doing the same thing Hitler and his party did. The. Same. Thing. They've even made attempts to register the Muslims.... you know.... like Germany registered the Jews.

So yeah, excuse me if I don't want a SECOND genocide in this decade. Excuse me if I don't want to repeat history. And excuse me if I definitely don't want to repeat history and have a second genocide in the 2020's in my own backyard.

If you don't like genocide, sit down, shut up, and open your eyes. There's no good option here, so pick. You can have one genocide or two genocides. You can protect your family, friends, neighbors, coworkers, etc, or you can doom this country, Palestine, and many other parts of the world. You can help destroy this country, or you can try to save it.

The water is starting to simmer. Are you going to continue sitting in it until you're boiled alive, or are you going to try to climb out?

“undecided voters” as a concept is so hilarious like I can’t imagine making it to this point in the election cycle and being like “I still just don’t know….”

[michaela-o]

Hi hello everyone :D🧡

So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D

Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human

We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.

Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)

The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.

Enough is enough..

You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..

As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)

But no they aren't backing away now.

As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.

The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.

"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."

As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.

Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.

"Over, my, dead body..."

The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.

And this is how i think bots view this :3

From the cybertronian perspective:

The bots, often more concerned with survival and the war’s toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person they’d expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarn’s terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.

From Tarn's Perspective:

I think Tarn, who worships Megatron’s original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a human—whom he views as nothing more than an insect—intervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. He’d view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.

Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3🧡 here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

This morning I said goodbye to my childhood dog, Kody. He was 18 years old. He was my baby. My best friend. My whole heart. I love him so much.

I remember the first time we met Kody at the animal shelter. He was actually named Tyra then because the staff had thought he was female. Then the first thing he did in our meet-n-greet was try to pee on my brother's leg, and the staff member with us at the time was like, "oops I think this may be a boy actually." So of course we had to take him. When my dad was signing the adoption forms, the desk person asked what he wanted to rename "Tyra" to since "Tyra" was actually a boy. My dad, put on the spot, just went, "uhhhhh Tyrone?" We still laugh about it to this day.

So my dog went from being a Tyra, to a Tyrone, and then to a Kody, because that was the name us kids wanted. I remember the way we thought that name up was because we watched a lot of the Disney show "Suite Life of Zack and Cody" at that time. But we changed the "C" to a "K" because in our kid minds it made the name cooler and more unique.

Kody was a weird little guy. He had a lot of anxiety, which meant he fit right into our family. He didn't get along with many dogs unless they were old and calm and it took him a while to warm up to strangers. When he went on walks, he would have to go and pee on every tree we came across, even though he had nothing left in the chamber and was just doing the motions. He liked to climb on top of the couch and the loveseat and nap there. He liked to nap in warm piles of fresh laundry and patches of sunlight too. We always joked that he acted more like a cat than a dog. When I tried giving him bones or chews, all he'd do was roll on them and then go stuff them under the couch or behind a shelf without chewing them. Actually, Kody was pretty picky with his food in the early days. Maybe because my mom kept giving him table food. But as he got into senior age, he got less picky. Kody also loved getting nightly scratches from my dad. He'd lay in my dad's lap and get so relaxed from the scratching. I'd get a little jealous because I couldn't get Kody to stay in my lap as long as my dad could.

The only command we ever managed to teach Kody was "sit" and he was real good at it if he knew you had a treat in hand. However when he got older and began developing dementia as well as gradually loosing his sight and hearing, he lost the command. The first time I realized he didn't know how to sit anymore, I cried. The first time I realized that Kody didn't know how to wag his tail anymore, I cried. Watching him deteriorate from what he once was, watching the shine in his eyes become dull and cloudy, watching as he gradually lost the ability to do more and more things... it was so painful.

Last night Kody came over to me and laid his head in my lap and fell asleep. It was the first time he had done that in months. I just sat there and pet him and cried. Now I can never pet him or hold him or kiss him on the head again. And it feels so unbearably, unimaginably painful. I can barely comprehend it. It feels like I'm in a nightmare. It feels like my heart's been ripped out of my chest. It feels like a part of my world is ending. But I know I will be okay eventually. I have to be.

Kody, you were a very good boy. The best dog/cat/rat in the world. I'm going to miss hearing your little feet pitter-pattering across the floor. I'll miss your barking when the doorbell rings. Your excited whines in the car. How you would roll on your back for belly rubs. The way you would burrow under the blankets or just shove them around until you made a nest. Your snores and funny twitches when you're deep asleep. How your fur was soft on top your head and then got coarser on your back. How big and round your eyes were. I'm going to miss it all so much. I hope you know how loved you are. And I hope we meet again someday. Thank you for everything, Kody. I love you.

[dinarosie]

Even if Snape's inner motivation for joining Voldemort was a desire for acceptance, control, power and belonging, surely to achieve that he must have harbored some toxic beliefs about muggles and muggleborns? I cannot imagine someone as intellectual as Snape would not try to justify the dislike for muggles and muggleborns of the other purebloods in his head? He probably thought muggleborns were lesser in some ways to purebloods and muggles were ruining the world or something. He couldn't rationalize Lily's hatred for the dark arts and people like Mulciber, therefore I think he held delusional and negative beliefs towards muggleborns and muggles because his mind distorted the truth to fit his selfish narrative. He was moving in pureblood circles, heared their opinions all the time I believe he started believing some of that stuff too even if he wasn't violent about it. He tried to appease Voldemort, strived to be his follower he must have internalized some of the anti muggleborn beliefs in order to do that. What do you think?

Prejudice in the wizarding world isn’t something exclusive to the Death Eaters or even to one specific time. It's woven deeply into magical society, and even after the Second Wizarding War, we don't see convincing evidence that these biases are completely eradicated. Throughout the books, we see that many characters even those like mcgonagall, Hagrid and Weasleys, who oppose Voldemort's ideology still display some prejudice toward Muggles and other magical beings. They may not condone Voldemort’s tactics, but for example they actively try to sever all ties with their Muggle relatives as if they don’t exist at all or they show amusement at using magic to fool Muggles (think Ron, teenage James and Sirius). This reflects a norm and heritage within wizarding culture, a subtle acceptance of superiority that has been passed down for generations. This societal undercurrent of prejudice was so pervasive that, in the early days of the First Wizarding War, many actually supported Voldemort’s rise, at least until his methods became excessively violent. If the prophecy hadn’t intervened, he might have won, showing how ingrained these biases were.

When it comes to Snape, I get frustrated with interpretations that try to paint him as some "mini-Nazi" from age nine. Looking at his childhood, it’s clear that young Snape didn’t have a love for the Muggle world—and honestly, can you blame him, considering the harsh, painful reality his family life created there? To him, magic was a ticket out, a lifeline. But what’s interesting is how he responds to Lily’s magic, a Muggle-born witch. Instead of seeing her as “lesser,” he immediately recognizes her as one of his own:

“You are,” said Snape to Lily. “You are a witch. I’ve been watching you for a while. But there’s nothing wrong with that. My mum’s one, and I’m a wizard.”

Here, he embraces her as part of the magical world. He doesn’t see her as an outsider; instead, he’s excited to introduce her to magical world and help her feel like she belongs. This moment shows that even from a young age, Snape saw her magic as normal and valid (natural and valid like him and his own mother), even if she was Muggle-born.

I think it’s reasonable to believe teenage Snape (like most of the wizarding world) had some biases, especially given the difficult conditions he grew up in and the House he was eventually sorted into. But I don’t think these biases were the main driving force behind his choices. His prejudices weren’t extreme enough to fuel violence against Muggles or Muggle-borns. There’s no evidence that he ever wanted to actively harm someone simply because of their heritage, even in his Death Eater days. So, while he likely absorbed some prejudices from the pureblood-dominated world he was in, it’s clear that these beliefs didn’t reach the fanatical level they did with the other Death Eaters. And as he matured, these biases seemed to fade even further, to the point where he ultimately sacrificed his life to protect people.

Part of the differences between Lily and Snape’s perspectives on the Dark Arts, I think, can be traced back to Hogwarts’s own black-and-white view on magical disciplines. In some wizarding cultures, Dark Arts are studied and understood as a form of complex magic, not inherently evil. Interestingly, these communities, despite their engagement with Dark Arts, don’t necessarily produce other Voldemorts, so perhaps the Dark Arts have legitimate applications beyond harm. This difference in perspective is, I think, part of why young Snape couldn’t fully grasp Lily’s rejection of Dark Arts. To him, the Dark Arts were an area of knowledge, filled with awe and potential power, rather than just danger and malice. He believed that by mastering these aspects, he might impress her. Rowling’s narrative makes sense this way; Snape wasn’t trying to seduce her with dark ideas, but rather to share something he found fascinating and intellectually rich, even if misguidedly so.

[dabis-azure-songstress]

could you do headcanons for dabi who’s with a s/o that is a really kind and giving individual. he didn’t like it at first and he thought his s/o being so kind to people who were less fortunate like the homeless was a bad thing but he starts to pick up on their behavior and his s/o catches him doing something nice for something and they both realize he’s started to pick up after his s/o

Ooo, yes, absolutely! I feel like I can relate to this very well. I can already imagine all the things he'll say. I'm sorry this took so long. I've been trying to focus and take a bit better care of myself than I have been, especially with the carpal tunnel. I hope all of you will enjoy these anyway. I feel so bad about not posting here or on my A03. Thank you so much for your request! Please enjoy this, Dabi Goddesses!

Pairing: Dabi w/ S/O that is really kind and giving

Headcanons or one-shot? Headcanons with a small written scenario

Rating: SFW! Warning though! Dabi is sweet at the end and may steal your heart.

"You know they're just going to take advantage of you, don't you? You really need to set boundaries, doll."

At first, it really bothers him how kind and selfless you are and also maybe even makes him a little jealous.

And, he can sound very harsh and occasionally really hurt your feelings sometimes with things he says when he nags you about it, but he really means well.

He really doesn't want to see anyone hurt you or take advantage of you. EVER.

"You really are too kind for your own good. It's going to cause you a lot of trouble one of these days."

"You're such a pushover. You couldn't even tell someone, "No" even if you wanted to."

When he sees he hurts your feelings or upsets you, he does feel bad after, however. Believe me.

After a while though, he really grows to admire you and appreciate you.

After all, it takes a lot of courage to keep being yourself and being selfless, even if sometimes you do get hurt in the process.

You do eventually learn to set some healthier boundaries that Dabi takes note of, and he's proud of you, but he also grows to love how sweet you are.

Eventually, you both don't realize you've rubbed off and made him "softer" a little bit.

One day, you are out of the apartment when you hear a child crying. At first, you think Dabi may have said something rude without meaning to, and upset them, but a glance at the scrapes and blood on their knees proves otherwise. Dabi has kneeled down before them carefully.

"Did you go and hurt yourself there, little bit?"

The little one looks up at him with red and puffy eyes, still rubbing at them, and nods meekly.

"First, I need you to get up...C'mon. You can do it."

Dabi reaches out a hand gingerly and helps the young one to their feet carefully as you watch.

"Wanna see something cool to distract you from the pain a little bit? I'm gonna have Y/N go get you some band-aids and ointment."

Another nod in agreement. Dabi takes in a deep breath and carefully kneels back down to the child's height before he holds out a hand and gently alights a small cerulean flame ablaze in his palm. He glances at you carefully.

When you come back with the band-aids and medicine, you notice the child's laughter filling the air. The child is now fully seated on his lap with him carefully juggling the fire around them.

-----

Now bandaged up and much more dry-eyed and content, the mother soon arrives. It turns out the little one had gotten separated in the rush hour of people. She's surprised to see Dabi entertaining her child so well, despite his looks, but offers him a gentle smile and thanks you both softly as she gathers the little one into her arms.

As they're walking away, Dabi just casts his eyes over you.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" you smile.

"THAT. Stop it."

You giggle softly at him.

"...Maybe it's not so bad."

"Hm?"

"Maybe it's not so bad being just like you...every once in a while."

You can only smile in return as he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers.

[grimsonandclover]

titular song of the post You & I - Jeff Buckley

2006!Patrick Zweig x College!Reader

a short blurb about Patrick coming over during winter break to help you out. a little hurt/comfort (a gift for @shecriestotheclickingoftime)

SFW

1.7k words

very briefly proofread/edited because you asked for this like two/three days ago </3 and i didnt want you to wait longer

For Spring Break, you were going to drive over to Nevada with your friends. Freshly twenty-one, you were ready to go crazy. Instead, you went crazy over the toilet in your small dorm bathroom with a stomach bug your boyfriend, Patrick, brought with from tour. He went crazy in a hotel bathroom.

For Thanksgiving Break, you wanted to go home, but the drive was too long and your car broke down an hour out. You spent the week in your dorm eating frozen box stuffing and a turkey sandwich while on a call with your family, your account freshly hitting $4.72 after getting the vehicle towed and preparing your feast. You could practically smell the food at home. At least Patrick rented out a Home For The Holidays DVD, and you spent the night homesick in bed with him, thinking about your family while you watched.

For Winter Break, with a car still out of commission, you decided to fly home-- until you saw ticket prices. Your parents already spent what they had on your grandmother's hip replacement surgery, so that meant another frozen dinner and a phone call in your patheticly decorated dorm. You wanted to be there for that, the surgery, too, but they knew you couldn't afford to, so you sent your grandmother a bouquet of her favorite flowers with the last of your paycheck. They told you they didn't know how many Christmases she has left in her.

It's California, so it doesn't snow. Your parents email you pictures of your childhood home's front yard, and guess what, it's covered. That tree you used to climb on as a kid is bare and frozen, the sidewalk you'd draw with chalk on on summer days now caked with snow. Outside your dorm window, everything looks virtually identical than it did six months ago.

When the call is over and your dinner is barely touched, you slump across your tiny single bed, face first in the pillow. You'd scream into it, but you don't have enough energy. Unfortunately for both of you, Patrick has been dragged to the Zweig home back in Berlin for his annual mandatory visit.

The night is spent in quiet, unwelcomed solitude. Everyone you know is home for the holidays. Everyone but you. When you pace the dorm building halls, it's silent. Glenda, the cafeteria worker, took the night off because even she has family to see, so you and the few other stragglers are left to your own devices. The frozen dinner tastes shit, the vending machine snacks taste shit, and the local pizza place you love is closed.

You find yourself sinking more and more into that place you thought you left in highschool. You thought you were better, now. That was behind you.

Maybe it's because you've never been truly alone since you graduated, not like this. If it wasn't family around you, it was friends, or Patrick. But they're all singing carols and cutting through tough steak and slightly burned potatos. Now, you're truly left alone with your thoughts.

Patrick sends you a few texts throughout his day, promising to call as soon as his parents give him a moments peace. Your day-- your week is so full of nothing that the 8 hour time difference doesn't even matter to you, you catch them all as they're sent.

Eventually, the texts go quiet. You lay with your back on the floor, the 'Sketches...' CD you got one year for Christmas playing quietly from the corner of your room, staring up at the ceiling. You & I, the last track on the first disc, plays. Closing your eyes, you just let the melancholy you've been trying to deny wash over your for once.

"If we had only known in a way, we wouldn't reach this ground"

In waves. In crushing, drowning waves. You end up curling into your side on the floor, staring at the twisted carpet fibers. You don't cry.

"You were my only home, silver eyes I want to see you shine"

You just wanna go home. It's so quiet. It's so silent and the silent is so loud, even with the disc playing. When it's quiet like this, your mind tends to drift to everything that's ever hurt you. That's why you sleep with a white noise machine when you don't have Patrick's heartbeat to listen to. You tend to remember too much. He once said, while watching you stare at the ceiling one night, that you've got sad eyes. It's funny, cause your mom once mentioned it in passing while on a rant about how you isolated yourself too much in your junior year of highschool. Is that really a trait of yours? Sad eyes? How can you have sad eyes, so much so that others notice? How does that change? You can't blink it away, or rub them till they're red instead of blue. You asked him what he meant, voice low and half asleep, but he shook his head. "I dunno why I said that. I'm being a dick, I'm sorry. Go to sleep, kid." And then he ran his long fingers through your hair until you did. You almost liked thinking about that, because his fingers felt nice, but then you realized they weren't here now, that your hair was throughouly unbrushed completely. In fact, you don't remember if you showered this week.

"And we will feel the weight Fall away from us in time Searching our past for the true"

You can't find much energy to care. Because back at home, your little nephew whom you'd die for is in his PJs running down the hallway from the guestbedroom, jumping into your parent's bed, and begging to open presents. You hope the gift you got him arrived on time. The dagger twists when you realize you won't get to see his reaction-- it's always a highlight of your year. One day, he'll be too old to jump on your lap and squeeze the lights out of you, thanking you for being a better gift-giver than Saint Nick himself. Now, you do cry a little. Actually, just a single tear slips, because you havent drinken enough water lately to cry much.

The door behind you opens, and a shadow casts over you from the hallway light.

"You and I, you and I, you and I All for you"

"Baby, what are you doing on the floor?"

Patrick's got as many bags under his arms as he has under his eyes, a worn leather jacket over his shoulders, dark denim jeans, long-loved sneakers, and orange knit scarf around his neck making him look much more put together than you, because your outfit of choice is a pair of his sweatpants you stole once and a bra. You weren't really expecting company.

You roll back onto your back, looking up at him confused as he shuts the door and sets his bag down. Patrick unravels the scarf from his neck and shrugs the jacket off, crouching down and running those fingers through your hair like a stray kitten he'd found on the street. You could purr. His eyebrows are knit close as he analyzes the state his girlfriend's in. He'd last seen you a month ago, and Patrick would like to think he'd left you in a better state than this. He asks his question again, voice lower and softer. You don't move to get up.

"It's comfortable."

"You're, like, two feet away from your bed."

Your head lolls to the side, looking at said bed. You hum in acknowlagement. "It's comfortable."

He sighs, getting comfortable on the floor with you. A twelve hour flight just destroyed his back because he flew economy for the first time in his life and it's not made for him and his German height, and all he wants is to drag you to the king sized bed in his hotel down the road, but he'll scarifice himself for you. He'd spent a total of three days and eight hours at his parent's house, taking the earliest flight here to surprise you before Christmas officially ended-- meaning he skipped on the actual Christmas celebrations at home. He didn't care, it wouldn't be a shit show he hasn't witnessed before. "What's wrong, kid?"

Patrick asks it so softly, so tender and warm, so genuine. It feels like you're home. So, you really start crying.

Warm arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to the back of your neck and pulling you to his chest. His shirt is slightly sweaty, and your tears mix with it as he holds you in silence, letting you let it all out.

Based on your calls and texts recently, Patrick knew you weren't in the best place. You'd spent a night sniffling over the phone about your homesickness, how the walls of your dorm felt like they were caving in and suffocating you but at the same time, you were too tired to go out. He tried distracting you by telling you about all the embarassing things his older brother was doing back home, or how his mother got so drunk she accidentally mistook Patrick for her own brother and confessed things he could never unhear, but it just made you miss your own family more. When the call ended and he laid in bed, he struggled sleeping knowing how much you were hurting. He's only seen you like that once before, when your grandfather died a few months after you started dating and a week before midterms.

It's when his shirt is really soaked that you pull away, taking a hiccuping breath to compose yourself as he wipes your tears for you.

"I'm sorry, that was... fuck, your shirt."

"I can wash it."

Your wet eyes look up at his tired ones, and you're so greatful he's here. You feel less alone. "Let's move to the bed, my back hurts." He whispers.

Despite that, he carries you and sets you onto the matress, pulling the blanket over the two of you. It's been a long week, but his arms and warmth, your heartbeat in his ear, make it feel a little better.

"I said, we will feel the weight Fall away from us in time Searching our past for a true You and I, you and I, you and I All for you"

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

I'm starting to agree a bit with people's interpretation of Wooly being that he tries to stay on script. In "Play My Way" (which I'm 99% sure is canon since it's an official Amanda 2 song and listed in the Amanda 2 game credits) Wooly's verse goes "Now watch us play our part, now watch us dance and sing, don't let it break your heart just play along and don't-" (before getting cut off by Amanda). So I do think he tries to stay on script a bit.

Though I don't think it's out of malicious intent. I think Wooly is just more avoidant about everything. Like, he doesn't like to think much about their situation since, to be fair, it's pretty upsetting.

Eventually, I'll have a full Amanda and Wooly analysis complete with quotes and clips but for now I'll just share the gist of this personal theory I'm working on. Basically, I think a big part of this has to do with memories. I don't think Amanda and Wooly remember everything from before, and it's possible in the beginning they remembered nothing at all.

Spoilers ahead:

For one thing, in the first game, Amanda only reacts to the name "Sam" in the context of the father chicken. In the second game she reacts to it a lot more and seems to know what happened to him, so I think it's safe to say she remembers that much now. I think the first game was Amanda slowly remembering more and more and trying to prompt us to go off script so we could jog her memory a bit more.

I don't even think she remembers everything in the second game. It's possible there is still more she doesn't recall, but at this point, it seems like she doesn't want to talk about it. Even when Wooly wasn't around, if we mentioned Hameln or the butcher, she immediately shuts down. She's telling us pretty clearly that she wants out, though.

Which is why I found it interesting in the librarian tape when Kate couldn't even confirm if Amanda wanted out of the tapes. She was certain it was Rebecca, but she couldn't tell where she was coming from. I think Kate started the process of Amanda getting her memories back, or maybe she sped it up by mentioning names and things that Rebecca would know, jogging Amanda's memory over time just like we did.

But here's the thing, all of this probably jogged Wooly's memory too.

I see it as a "would you rather be told an inconvenient truth or a comforting lie" situation. Amanda wants the truth, but Wooly would rather live a lie.

I mean, the truth is clearly something that is painful, sad, and scary. Once Amanda learns it, she says in the Goodnight tape that she tries not to think about it. But Amanda knew these memories were upsetting and wanted them back anyway. She doesn't seem to regret knowing the truth. But I think Wooly would've rathered all this stay forgotten. Sad and scary things make him uncomfortable, as we learn in the "when you feel bad" tape when you answer "tragedy" or "horror". I think he tries to avoid them in general.

Another thing, Amanda wants us to know what happened to her. That's abundantly clear in the second game. Personally, I think she was the one who helped us find the secret tapes. She sprinkled little hints throughout the tapes to let us. She might not have known excatly what was on those tapes, but she clearly knows that they have something to do with what happened to her. There could've been some research on Wooly too, but we just never found it. I mean, Amanda doesn't excatly like Wooly and she's kinda desperate for us to know the truth about what happened to her so... she probably wouldn't be too eager to share about Wooly.

What I'm trying to say is: the reason we never learn about Wooly is because Wooly doesn't want to know the truth, and by extension has no interest in us finding it. My guess is that Wooly would much rather just forget and have things return to how they were in like the Hide and Seek Pilot, for instance.

Which, let me remind you is canon.

Basically, my guess is Wooly would rather things go back to how they were when they didn't remember. Staying on script and never questioning anything because the answers to those questions are painful.

Edit: I'd also like to mention that Sheep symbolizes FOLLOWERS. Something that fits Wooly to a T. He's not the "bad guy" he's simply the bystander, which doesn't make him a good person but it also doesn't make him a villain.

It's late, I'm tired idk if I'm even making sense. Had to rewrite half of this cuz it got deleted. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

[sesamenom]

@general-illyrin @tar-thelien @who-needs-words I think you all mentioned being interested in the reverse gondolin au - is anyone interested in helping with wrangling the timelines, especially the second age stuff? Here's the current outline:

(Edit: anyone feel free to help out if you're interested!)

YT 14365 - Birth of Lomion

YT 14373/FA 1 - Death of Argon

FA

2 - Aredhel adopts Lomion

300 - Birth of Idril

316 - Turgon & Idril kidnapped by Eol

400 - Turgon & Idril rescued. Death of Eol

465 - Finrod more-peacefully passes throne to orodreth while on Quest. Everyone except beren still dies

472 - Nirnaeth. Turgon named High King of the Noldor.

476 - Turgon abdicates official title. Aredhel named High King of the Noldor.

496 - Tuor comes to Gondolin

502 - Wedding of Idril and Tuor

503 - Births of Earendil and Elwing. Idril begins to have foresight dreams about the Fall.

506 - Second Kinslaying. C^3 dead, celebrimbor stays in gondolin. Aredhel denounces the oath/kinslaying and disowns C^3

Elwing survives & is found by Oropher & Thranduil // Galadriel & Celeborn. oropher, thranduil, oropher's wife, and thranduil's then-gf // galadriel & celeborn take Elwing to Gondolin as refugees. The Silmaril is left hidden in the woods of melian's domain.

507 - Elwing comes to Gondolin.

509 - Idril captured by Morgoth. Idril reveals the location of Gondolin in exchange for an Oath to not harm her family (Turgon, Tuor, and Earendil). Idril rescued.

510 - Gondolin prepares for war with Morgoth.

513-522 - Siege of Gondolin. Deaths of Duilin and Rog. Gothmog slain by Aredhel the Huntress. First use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor in defense of Gondolin. House of the Hammer of Wrath destroyed.

523 - Maedhros believes a Silmaril is with Elwing at Gondolin.

525 - Earendil weds Elwing. Lomion weds ???. Adoption of Gil-Galad

532 - Births of Elrond and Elros.

538 - Third Kinslaying at Gondolin. Death of Amras. Elrond and Elros kidnapped by Maglor. Deaths of Elwing and Turgon. Second use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor. Deaths of Maedhros and Aredhel. Lomion named King of Gondolin and High King of the Noldor. Deaths of Salgant, Penlod, and Tuor. Earendil named Lord of the House of the Wing.

540-549 - War declared between Gondolin and the Feanorians of Himring over the Third Kinslaying and kidnapping of Princes Elrond and Elros.

549 - Elrond and Elros recovered. Feanorians and Gondolin severely weakened. Celebrimbor // Gil-Galad declared heir to the High Kingship.

552-554 - Second Siege & Fall of Gondolin. Third use of the Three Rings by Lomion and Celebrimbor. Deaths of Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, and Turgon. Idril and Celebrimbor lead survivors through the Secret Way.

555 - Gondolithlim refugees arrive at Sirion.

556 - Idril departs for Valinor.

558 - Earendil searches for Valinor.

560 - Havens of Sirion destroyed by Morgoth. Gondolithlim/Doriathrim survivors scattered. Elrond and Elros rescued (as adults) by Maglor.

572 - Morgoth controls Beleriand. Earendil and reembodied Elwing come to Valinor and rally the Host.

575-617 - War of Wrath

618 - Maglor claims the Silmaril from Eonwe's camp and casts himself into the Sea. Death of Maglor.

620 - End of the First Age.

SA

1 - Founding of the Grey Havens and Lindon under High King Lomion

2 - Elros becomes the first King of Numenor

c. 500 - Sauron returns to Middle-Earth in the East.

650 - Eregion is founded

1000 - Galadriel is given Vilya; Lomion wields Nenya

1170 - Annatar comes to Lindon and Lomion turns him away. Lomion warns Celebrimbor of Eregion of his suspicions.

1200 - Annatar comes to Eregion. Celebrimbor takes him in to monitor.

1250 - Celebrimbor creates the Seven; Lomion creates the Nine.

1410 - Annatar is kicked out of Eregion.

1600 - The One Ring is forged. Sauron remains in hiding.

1610 - Sauron begins to gather and prepare armies in the East.

1673 - War of the Elves and Sauron begins.

1675 - Sauron invades Eriador.

1677 - Fall of Ost-in-Edhil. Celebrimbor and Lomion remain at the House of the Mirdain. Death of Celebrimbor in battle // Fourth use of the Three in battle. Sauron does not learn of the Seven. Founding of Imladris.

1678 - Sauron defeated by the Numenoreans and the Elves of Lindon.

1679 - Sauron flees to Mordor. First White Council held.

3147 - Civil war in Numenor.

3225 - Ar-Pharazon seizes the Sceptre.

3228 - Elrond claims the Sceptre. Ar-Pharazon disowned. Tar-Miriel named Ruling Queen.

3232 - Sauron taken to Numenor as a prisoner.

3274 - Elrond kicks Sauron out of Numenor and outlaws the morgoth cult.

3310 - Morgoth cult publicly reappears.

3319 - Downfall of Numenor. Tar-Miriel leads a greater force of the Faithful away.

(green // blue means two main options, red means i need to think about it more)

The main details I'm figuring out right now are

does Celebrimbor still die at Eregion - I don't think he's getting captured/tortured, but he could still die in the battle. On the other hand, he could probably survive by using Narya & Lomion using Nenya, but that would definitely have repercussions further down the line

how does Idril's deal work - I'm currently thinking of Idril exchanging the location of Gondolin for her family's guaranteed safety, because it seems in character for Reverse Idril? But on the other hand, even if I limit it to immediate family at the time of the oath (tuor, turgon, earendil) then idk where turgon dies? Maybe Maglor can kill him but that seems kind of random

where and how does Turgon die

how does Prince Elrond's character even work

how does Numenor still fall when factoring in Prince Elrond - I'm thinking that the morgoth death cult gained enough traction during the time sauron was there that even after Elrond kicks him out, the cult still sticks around and reemerges later? The Fall still happens, but they never go to attack valinor and there's a good deal more Faithful (maybe 40-60%?)

[turtlemagnum]

thinking about how the people around me, particularly people i dont know anymore, impacted my fantasy setting. the raccoon people i added because of a friend who wanted to be a raccoon. goblins existing in the way that they do because of someone i still know who really likes a specific kind of goblin, and made me like them too. even minor things, like deciding that a character's eyes were gray because the person i was talking to also had gray eyes. there"s definitely a lot of me in there, but there's still little bits and pieces of others in there too

[highraccoon]

when you explain that you're looking for compassion and believing in the best in each other in a relationship and that you felt it was inappropriate to bring up how someone else's issues (they are unrelated to the problem) were worse and more valid than yours and that you have no right to be upset because you're the villain for things that they misunderstood you doing or just did themselves and blamed you for. they also accuse you of being codependent with your needs. so you try to repeat yourself on your expectations and boundaries in friendships (i will accept no less than someone at least putting in the effort or having the desire to have a healthy friendship) and that there was so much she did that i never asked for nor wanted but i accepted it because i didn't want to seem ungrateful so whatever codependency she felt we had must have been one sided because i explicitly remembered that i never made her responsible for my mental well-being, i did not actually like that she treated me like a child and i had been complaining about that for years in our friendship especially near the end of it. i was an adult and didn't appreciate being treated like a child. but i went along with it because i was willing to let her get away with it if that's what she felt she needed from our friendship. so i sent her a basic infographic about healthy relationships and how they work and noted that the things i had asked for were just basic healthy relationship things and that i have never at any point in our friendship wanted her to take care of me. i wanted us to be equals. she told me that she wasn't willing to put in that amount of effort for anyone and how her boyfriend is her family and her life and her purpose and how friends just weren't really a priority at all and they certainly never got close to the level of importance as her romantic relationship. like... she literally disagreed with treating people with basic respect because friendship wasn't worth that effort. so i told her i hope she heals that wound in her heart and that she can eventually move on from whatever caused it but that i refused to settle for less than a healthy friendship just because she doesn't know how to love anyone fully or put aside her pride. that i genuinely hope she heals and has a good life but to never contact me again because i don't care to see it. that whatever is going on with her that she's been running away from isn't my problem for her to project onto me. she doesn't get to assume my intentions or thoughts or feelings about anything when she never asked me once. but fine, she has every right to think whatever she wants about me regardless of how true it is because I'm not responsible for her feelings, especially not now and i would genuinely appreciate it if she never spoke to me again.

people in the thick of amanormativity who haven't deconstructed relationships with others who are strict monogamists are so fucking exhausting.

[sunfoxfic]

after literally spending hours today on it, I now have a highish-quality version of the complete first My Hero Academia stage play. I'm going to go insane

[itallbecameablr]

I don't go here but like, if you want to emofy Adrien, just bring back this dude!

Now THAT'S emo!

if he so angy why he so cute. angry little guy

[carebearbussy]

ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna having a heavy breeding kink, seemingly out of nowhere.

you bring up a mere idea at dinner, the conversation quickly turning normal, to you bringing up an idea he had never given a second thought to.

"do you ever want kids with me, 'kuna?"

you would ask him, innocently enough, a sickeningly sweet tone hidden beneath your words. but you would already know the answer to this question. he would look up at you, then back down at his food, annoyance pondering his mind. eating a slab of salmon sashimi, he took a bite, chewing slow enough to hint at his potential answer. placing down his chopsticks, he would look back up at you, scoffing to himself at your foolish inquiry.

"those small, annoying humans that require too much attention for their own good? no thank you, i have better things to attend to."

he says, focusing on the meal before him. but his thoughts soon get the best of him. and now that he thinks about it, he will need an heir eventually. and not only that, but what would you be like? as a mother specifically. you would require more attention than most of the time. which was something he secretly enjoyed indulging in, despite his negative reasoning towards infants. how would you look?

you would be more swollen than usual, you stomach would grow larger by day, your breasts will most definitely become more full by the day. the bigger picture, which was you, enticed him in a way. something about seeing you round with his child really had his head going.

and so thats how you ended up here, you knees tightly locked against your stomach, as sukuna absolutely plows into your already stuffed cunt.

this was the seventh time? eighth time? at this point, you couldn't keep track. but he had came wayyyy too many times more than an average man should be able to. it was excruciating, really, the whimpers leaving your mouth, his hands bringing your knees closer to your chest with every move of his hips.

his seed was leaking out of you, glop by glop, dripping down your bottom even more, as he kept going harder and rougher. splashes of your juices paired with his cum stained the bed, the squelching of your pussy becoming deafening with every smack of his heavy balls against the rim of your ass. and the tight grip he had on your locks wasn't helping his case.

"hah, you're gonna give your king his offspring? yeah? r' you gonna be a good little mother f'me? make me an heir?"

he asks, your head barely able to focus on anything other than trying to stay sane. you felt sooo full, but this apparently wasn't enough for sukuna, or his heavy urges to breed your sloppy cunt. you nod eagerly, not wanting him to go any harder than he already has. but with the way he kept abusing your womb, it seemed like you were enjoying it, as sukuna relishes in your facial expression, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open wide enough to stuff two of his free fingers in.

"you'd be such a good mother, so obedient too. you wanted to rile me up, didn't you? i'll give you what you want, woman."

moaning into his fingers, you swirl your tongue around his digits, making him hum contently. you try to focus your vision onto his eyes, but the way he pushed his chest further into yours, had you practically cross eyed. hitting a new angle, you felt yourself completely let go, officially adding onto your list of orgasms you had previously had that night.

he released his fingers from your mouth, a coat of your saliva stringing upon release. he ceases to pull out of you, instead letting himself nuzzle nicely into your warmth, releasing yet again inside of you, earning a whine of complaint on your behalf. he playfully slaps your cheek with his wet hand, trailing it down to your pussy, playing in the ring of his semen around his cock. you squirm slightly, as you watch him then bring his cum coated fingers up to your mouth, pushing them back inside your mouth, making you taste his seed, some of his cum pooling around your lips.

"does that taste good? i bet it does, since you seem to love my seed so much. i cant wait to see you so full, besides from right now, of course."

[thinkinonsense]

FANTASIZE❦

old!logan howlett x fem!reader

*mdni

cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)

wc: 1k+

a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.

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Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.

It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.

"Good form today, kid."

"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."

"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"

Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.

If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.

No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.

It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.

❦

Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.

"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.

For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.

"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"

No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.

"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.

"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.

"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.

"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.

"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.

"Keep talkin', dollface."

There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.

You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"

"Why not?"

"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."

Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".

Which was far from the truth.

"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.

"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."

With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.

"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"

Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.

In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.

"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."

God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.

"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."