#darc speaks

[darckap27]

[darckap27]

I'm still in my late teens. I was introduced through r/tumblr and through @itsapmseymour

One day in highschool, I was bored and figured "Eh, why not?"

Fast forward a few years, and here we are.

those posts always go around that are like “if you’re on Tumblr and you’re over 25 blah blah blah” but honestly if you’re on Tumblr and you’re under 25, I don’t know how the fuck you found this place. like I came here when it was actually kind of cool and then just never left because all my stuff was here. what’s your excuse

[darckap27]

Storytime.

I was playing Outer Wilds this one time.

I tried to fly to the sand planet without using the autopilot.

I missed entirely.

I tried to slow myself down in an attempt to not fly into the freaking sun.

Failure. I flew into the freaking sun while laughing like a maniac.

Yeah, I used the autopilot next time.

[darckap27]

Your letter is

m

I dunno how long this was sitting in my ask box, but okay lol

[darckap27]

Ah yes, nothing like rotating fictional characters in my head!

(Proceeds to put said fictional characters in traumatic situations.)

[darckap27]

Okay, listen-

it's a lot of stuff...

[surgicalpen1sklinik]

there is one fatal flaw with funger 1 and its that theres no yuri

[sl33pyperson]

thinking about my tav and the consequences of their actions/inaction

like ok a big thing with all the companions is like. being held by some powerful force and (hopefully) rejecting their plans and becoming their own person (or giving in to the worst and just becoming a cycle) and its sooooooo hard thinking of darcels end bc shes? in the middle of both of these??

darcel is held by a powerful force (their patron) but is happy with the deal. thrilled, even. darcel gains power from giving into instinct and doing unnatural/abnormal things.

darcel continues to make deals with other entities (the emperor, raphael, mizora, even gortash) to build up this power and also just to say “Yes. lets see where this goes and what you can give me” but they backstab and kill literally all of them the moment their goals no longer align. (except for mizora i think but darce is strange about her)

then darcel with regular people and companions, they support all of their worst fucking desires bc those desires Gain Them Power. darce found a weirdly large group of unique people and unique circumstances and she wants to see those flowers fruit (even to a persons detriment). they supported astarion and gale ascending, they got shadowheart and lae’zel to fuck off from shar and uhhh big queen lady (purely to see what the consequences would be. idk if she cared if they died bc of deferring), darce was fully ok letting wylls dad die and seeing how far they could push mizora, oh god karlach. darce really looked at karlach and went “lets see how much fun we can have before i can watch her explode :)” and darce just got Bored and annoyed at karlach before that happened..... without intervention karlach 100% wouldve died destroyed and heartbroken

darce gives in and makes bad choices without caring of consequences to others. darcel likes power and having hands on the strings of the world. yet darcel did not take over the absolute. they had astarion calling in their ear, they could be gods and kings, but darcel just. couldnt. it would be too much. they were scared of what would happen.

which then leads to the epilogue and tbh loss of an eye is the same easy out as cutting off an arm but you CANNOT tell me the illithid transformation/going back from it WOULDNT fuck up your body somehow?????

anyway darcel goes from having all this physical power and might to chronic headaches and pain, they are lying violently to everyone, the only people who care about darcel is shadowheart (until the party where karlach reveals what actually happened) and astarion (how could he abandon his first friend?? as pathetic as they are becoming. reminding him too much of his old life.) darcel has their name and status but everything else is falling apart. they are begging for their patron for Anything, but coming back from a story like that What Becomes Interesting? the patrons interests dont align with what darcel is capable of anymore. darcel gets backstabbed just like everyone else darcel treated, wanting and needy purely bc they couldnt dedicate themselves to anything. bc they needed to ruin everything they touch.

[darckap27]

They still hold book fairs. I know this because my younger sibling is still in grade school, and I've gone with her to a few these past few years.

GOOD GOD

does it feel weird, being taller than a lot of the shelves now.

Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids

[foxgloveinspace]

If all your gonna do in the comments of my fic is try to pick it apart and criticize every choice I make for my fic, then don’t fucking comment?? The back button is there for a reason.

[darckap27]

Engineer Gaming

[enkibutnice]

not me going back to a far back save just so I can recover ragnvaldr’s eyesight

[darckap27]

The last movie I watched was The Dark Knight.

Despite having seen it multiple times already, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Darc only look at shock then he saw taro and yuta because he have heard story’s from metraton guards and himself about two demons have defeated him

Darc: Wait... Aren't you two the ones who defeated Metatron in battle?

Taro: We are. You've heard of us?

Yuta: I mean, who hasn't? I wouldn't be surprised if the tales of our awesomeness was spread all through Hell.

[aravas-writing]

(Secret Star AU)

"Naughty School girl gets punished"

Emerald wasn't one for taking jobs like these, but she had to admit, it was kinda nice being "scouted" by a producer on the street. She never saw herself as pretty or even hot, but she had been assured she was perfect for the scrip she was currently reading through.

Playing naughty wasn't difficult, but taking the blonde Teacher's punishment, was both hard and hot as hell.

To say that Emerald was nervous as hell would be...correct. There was no joke here; this was reality.

After signing up for the pornstar gig, she had actually hoped for a lesbian piece with Cinder. The girl's adoration for her saviour was almost concerning. It was unfortunate that the greenette was not allowed to star with her crush.

What she got was a different scene and a rather...excited Cinder. Of course she would not openly show it, but the way the seductress fidgeted from time to time gave it away. The final piece of evidence for that was when the guy Emerald was supposed to star with came onto the set.

"Jamie, there you are," Cinder cooed at him, nearly jumping out of her chair to greet him properly. It was a jarring sight for a girl who saw her mistress as someone always in control.

He laughed. "Hi, Cin! How are you? And its still Jau-" Pleasantries were exchanged as the thief struggled to reconcile the image of her mistress with the young woman before her now. Sure, Blondie boy was not too shabby to look at, if a bit scraggly. Still, him?

"Upupupup." Cinder shushed him. "We are still on the set. It's Jamie for you and Cinnamon for me. Speaking of spices..." Cinder brushed off invisible dust here and there, pulling the fabric around. "This jacket is the exact opposite of 'spicy'. What was the costume department thinking?"

Jamie laughed about it. "I'm thinking you're too much of a perfectionist. They fit my role as 'hardass teacher who ends up snapping'."

Teacher? Emerald looked down at her own clothing, suddenly reminded that she was to fill the role of an unruly schoolgirl getting punished. She had to clean herself thoroughly for that role and wear clothes she would never ever wear outdoors. That skirt was too skimpy!

"There is such a thing as too much." She gave him one last critical look before nodding. "I suppose that will have to do. Oh, and Jamie?"

Cinder leaned towards his ear, standing on her toes to reach it and whispered something. What exactly, Emerald couldn't tell, but it got him blushing like a cherry boy.

Seriously, he was the star of this show?! Sure, the thief never saw anything of his, but she didn't need to to get a picture of him as a virgin.

Well, not one anymore. Lucky dick.

Chocolate skin, deep cleavage and a real badonkadonk were crammed into a schoolgirl uniform one size too small, emphasizing the curves and conjuring fantasies. With barely audible claps, those cheeks moved to the office of her teacher. A real sweetheart, but way too uptight for some tastes. His morals were actually the reason she was there in the first place.

Well, that and-

"Come in."

His strict visage just barely managed to not make Emerald laugh. Yeah, blondie- Mr Darc wasn't suited for doling out discipline.

"You wanted to see me?" She played coy, pretending not to know that she was here because of-

"That outfit of yours." Right to the meat, huh? "Its way too small!"

She tittered like a brainless bimbo. "Aww, scared you will see things you shouldn't?"

"Do you want to catch a cold?"

What.

Emerald blinked, just barely catching the director making a throwing motion. "Huh? A cold?"

Blondie stood up harshly, his eyes narrow. "Do you have any idea how easy it is to get sick because you barely dress?"

"I have aura."

"Not an excuse!" His palm slammed onto the table as his voice turned into one more authoritative. "It will stifle your growth, your health and your grades as well! Or do you think that a lack of oxygen can help your failing classes?"

The student stood up, fury marring her face. "What the fuck do my grades have to do with this?! Are you just looking for some excuse to not have me dressed up like that so you don't feel guilty jerking it to schoolgirls?" She raised a finger and tapped it against his chest. "Fucking virgin."

That seemed to make his blood boil, judging by Blondie's expression. "You little..." he snarled. Then he rounded the table and Emerald's view turned very suddenly towards the floor. When her brain caught up to what happened, the unruly student realized that she was currently lying on his lap.

"That does it!"

SLAP

Emerald gasped at the stinging sensation against her ass. She knew that it was part of her role, but actually doing it was different.

SLAP

Her butt jiggled after each hit, something she knew the perverts watching this would love to see.

"Every time with you!"

SLAP

She was not going to moan.

"Do you know how many problems you're causing?!"

SLAP

She was not getting wet...

"Do you have any idea what some of less scrupulous would do to you?!"

SLAP

She was not actually getting off to this, no way-

SLAP

"Tell me!" He demanded. "What do you think would happen?!"

SLAP

Fuck it.

"I'd get fucked like the bitch I am!" She confessed, her legs clenching as she held herself back from climax. She was moaning, was getting off to being spanked by her betters...it just felt too good!

"Exactly," he said, rubbing her sore butt. "Now you know why I was angry, right?"

She had no idea what to say next. The slutty schoolgirl looked for help, blanking on her lines. She was supposed to say something here...

That was when her crimson eyes met Cinder's golden ones. She showed her subordinate an approving smirk and made a gesture at her. It was clear as day.

Go on.

"N-no," she lied. "I need more discipline."

SLAP

"Guess you need an intense crash course, then," Mr Darc grumbled in faked dissatisfaction before pulling down her thong.

That was when the real fun began. Emerald was getting spanked hard, then fingered even harder until she came, shrieking in joy. But he wasn't done with his slutty student. He made her strip in front of him, opening her jacket and losing everything beyond that. The only thing allowed to stay below the belt were her stockings.

He pinched her nipples and led her to his chair by pulling them. Already, Emerald was was acting like a dog- no, a bitch. A real bitch, loyal to master and mistress. She got to suck on master's fingers, cleaning them of her slutty juices.

Every look Emerald could steal towards Cinder, she saw her approval. Every command she followed from Mr Darc was met with approval. She happily looked at two dildos he showed her - both of them confiscated. She lubed them up for him before feeling one of them getting shoved in her ass.

The bitch couldn't help herself and came, screaming her sorry over and over as more of her juices stained the floor. She had no idea her asshole was such a good spot!

Finally, one last time, she was allowed to present herself. It was a treat for master; she could see it from the way his cock bulged out from inside his pants and how she showed her teeth. Sweaty from the exertion and exhilaration, her pussy leaking like a broken faucet, the bitch crouched and spread her legs, making sure her arms were behind her head so he could see it all. She should be allowed to behold this slut, his slut...

"I'm a bitch," she slurred. "I'm your bitch."

Her gaze wandered up to his blue eyes - weren't master's eyes yellow? And she saw approval.

His hand gently rested around her neck, squeezing it slightly. "Do you want to be a good girl?" He asked, earning a puzzled look from her. She didn't understand; was she not his slut, her plaything? Why would she be Cinder's good girl if she could be Mr Darc's slut?

"Good girls get rewards," he murmured, letting his hand travel from her neck to her breast and squeezing it.

The stupid bitch understood and shivered in delight. Her head was empty, there was only pleasure.

"Make me a good girl," she purred.

"Holy hell!" Jaune exclaimed. He was breathing a bit heavier after the shoot had ended, peering over to the near comatose Emerald. She had been wrapped in a bathrobe and the set people were fanning her flushed face. "I am not used to that."

He heard Cinder tittering. "For someone not used to being a dom, you conducted yourself very well." Her hand traced his shoulder as she came up behind Jaune, looking at a well fucked Emerald. "You really killed it."

Emerald would agree, were she still conscious. When she came to, she admitted it only to herself as she was allowed a copy of the newest short film of Jamie Darc.

It was the first time she ever watched porn, and the first time she masturbated so furiously.

[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Six

Warnings: smut, foul language, talks about infertility and miscarriages, infidelity, manipulation, I think some spelling errors.

That night when Anakin came by Padme had only left a short time, if he came an hour earlier you'd have a lot of explaining to do. He knocked on the door and when you didn't answer he used his key.

You were napping on the couch, Darcy laying on your chest watching a movie, her fever running hot again, when she noticed him, she scrambled off of you and into his arms, careful so as to not to wake you.

"Daddy" she whispers her voice hoarse, he pouts at her, feeling her hot skin.

"Oh baby,you're burning up, did mama give you medicine?" He asks softly, kissing her head.

She nods, pointing in the direction of the kitchen "Mama keeps it in the fridge" she rests her head on his shoulder as he takes her to the kitchen, seating her on the counter to get the medicine out the fridge.

He noticed the wine glasses in the sink and his jaw clenches. "Did your mama have a friend over?" He asks feeding her a spoonful of the cough syrup.

She nods. "Mhm, a nice lady, she had brown hair. She played with whiskers" she tell him. He smiles, brushing her hair.

"That's good baby"

She hugged on to him "I think mama called her Pamela or uh something with P" she puts her finger to her chin, pouting as if she was thinking.

He froze, "Padme?"

The three year old gasps then she smiles, "yes! Miss Padme, she was so pretty daddy"

Anakin was about to ask her something else when your groggy voice interjects. "Hey, when did you get here?" You approach the counter, checking Darcy's temperature.

"Time for bed baby"

She shakes her head. "I want daddy to read to me" she clung to him.

He picked up Darcy, taking her to her room and tucking her in. You remained in the kitchen, washing the glasses and tossing the empty bottle.

"What did mama and miss Padme talk about Darce?" He finally asks, putting down the book.

She shrugs. "Mama said big girl stuff" she yawns, "I wanna sleep daddy." She snuggles up to her stuffed bunny under the blanket.

He steps out her room, closing the door quietly and making his way down the hall to your bedroom.

"What was Padme doing here?" He asks sternly.

You sigh, "she thinks you're cheating on her. She thought that I'd be the best person to come to since I'm your assistant and handle your affairs."

He laughs, "I wonder where she'd even get that idea."

You shake your head, standing in front the dresser, you slip off your shorts and tank top preparing to shower. "Why didn't you tell me about her whole fertility thing? Do you have any idea how horrible this is? What we're doing to her?"

He sighs, standing behind you his knuckles trace your spine. "It doesn't matter, the marriage is over, I only want you, and Darcy, our family" he kisses your neck, nipping ever so slightly, you turn around.

"What are you talking about?"

He kisses you, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about her" he presses you into the dresser.

You push him off, that sick feeling in your gut resurfacing, you push past him heading into the bathroom, he pulls you back, his hand tangling in your hair.

"Come on, don't be like that" he kisses your neck.

"You're disgusting" you say, he chuckles.

"Guess I'll have to talk to Padme, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong" he releases his grip on your hair, now just hugging onto you.

A moment of silence passes before he speaks, his voice is hesitant like he's pained to say what he's about to. "I thought I'd never have a family, I- I did everything for Padme, best doctors, best clinics and still nothing, every pregnancy- a month max before...and then I met you" he inhales your scent, kissing your neck. "So beautiful and smart, and you gave me Darcy. She's so sweet and beautiful, she's smart like you, and I never thought I'd have her, my own kid." He's holding you tightly and that's when you feel it, his tears on your cheek, as his face pressed so closely against you. He was crying, actually crying.

You let him hold you, feeling his tears on your skin. You didn't know if he was serious or trying to make you feel sorry for him either way, it was working. You rest your head against him, he kisses your cheek and clears his throat. "How about that shower?"

You smile, walking towards the shower, pulling him behind you.

One hand pressed against the fogged up the glass, the other against the tiled wall, your moans were hoarse and needy, one leg up on the bench the other steadying you on the ground. He has one of his hands around your throat and the other around your chest, squeezing your breast. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and your soft moans fill the bathroom as he fucks you from behind.

"that's it baby, take it all I know you love it" he whispers, nipping your ear. You whimper, eyes screwing shut when his cock hits that spot just right.

"yes yes just like that" you cried out hoarsely. His thrusts speed up, harsher and harsher, his name on your lips like a sacred chant, your thoughts filled with nothing but him. He groans loudly and you clench around him, bringing him to his release, you moaned feeling his warmth fill you up, your head falls back on his shoulder, his hand flexing around your throat; tightening and loosening again a few times. His tongue licking over the fresh forming hickies on your neck, his hand leaving a faint red mark on your breast where he had been squeezing you.

"so beautiful," he whispers "all mine." He turns your head kissing you softly, his hand releasing your throat to wrap around your waist, steadying you as you found your footing.

His hands trail your body, every curve, every mark he knew it well. He watched as the warm water washed away the soap from your bodies, he watched as you closed your eyes letting the shampoo run down from your hair. His eyes twinkle and his heart swells as he looks at you. He liked you most this way, vulnerable, trusting, you appeared so innocent, making showering; even after what you just did seem like an angelic act.

"I love you" he whispers.

The following morning, you dropped Darcy off at your mom's, she still had a cold but thankfully the fever had passed. Your mother looks at you shaking her head, her eyes noticing the small hickey on your neck you had forgotten to cover. She ushered Darcy into the house and without saying a word to you she follows behind the toddler, you roll your eyes but chose not to comment on her attitude far too stressed to worry about her criticisms.

You sat at your desk, going over Anakin's schedule and fitting in any important meets. Your thoughts run to Padme and you feel guilty again. God, you're a horrible person, why couldn't you stop yourself, she didn't deserve this. Speak or more like think of the devil and he shall appear. Padme steps out of the elevator and heads straight towards your desk.

"Hey." She smiles at you and you want to put your own head through a window.

You return the smile. "Hey, sorry Mr. Skywalker's in a meeting" you point towards his office.

She shakes her head. "I'm here for you actually. I thought we could do lunch you know, since we're new best friends and all."

You chuckle and nod, "sure just let me grab my stuff." Again, you know; terrible idea but since when did you start making good decisions.

You sat across from her in the cafe, prepared to lie your ass off again.

"How's your daughter? Darcy right?" She asks.

You nod, enthusiastically, "She's fine, better now that her fever broke. How are you? Have you talked to Anakin yet about you know..."

She sighs. "I tried, last night, but we just ended up fighting and then he left didn't come home till like midnight."

You smile at her sympathetically, searching for words. "Maybe he's just- maybe he's telling the truth and is just happy with it being you and him."

She takes a deep breath, "Maybe, but still doesn't explain where he goes when we fight. He always comes back smelling like her, it makes me sick."

You bite down your lip unsure of what to say. "I'm really sorry Padme." She smiles, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"What's it like?" She asks, "motherhood."

You smile, "it's amazing, scary, you know you, you have this human being who's so dependent on you, so innocent and wonderful, so full of love no matter what. And you're terrified all the time that you'll screw up and that they'll become you. But it's also so rewarding coming home to that little soul who's always happy to see you, who you can always count on to brighten your day no matter how horrible it's been, and all you can ask is please God don't let me fuck this up" you blink away tears, clearing your throat, you hadn't meant to over share to that extent. Padme's hand grabs yours over the table, she smiles at you comfortingly.

"Sounds like the feelings of a great mother." She says. You laugh nodding your head.

"I hope so."

That night, Darcy slept in your bed, her little face tucked away in Anakin's chest. He slept over again and you're being destroyed by guilt. You watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even, hand securely around his baby. It was like a scene you'd always pictured as a young girl, peaceful and calm, all you longed for.

You breathe out turning to look up at the ceiling. "Please don't let me fuck this up."

Hey Guys! What do we think so far?

Had to sneak in the father daughter moments because I can't stop thinking about it.