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metal-mouse · 2 months

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Devils and Heathens Alike

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Concubine Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Dom Sukuna x Sub Reader. King x Concubine trope. True form Sukuna (extra arms and mouths baby).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. F!Receiving oral. Unprotected p in v. Restraints. Power dynamic. Rough intercourse. Objectification. Degradation. Hair pulling. Choking. Guys it’s Sukuna, he’s gonna be mean. This is just pure filth.

Summary: 3k. You are Sukuna’s favourite concubine, and his favourite time of day is when you crawl into his bed.

Note: I’m down fucking bad. I hate Sukuna. I need him carnally, and this trope is just so damn tasty. This definitely started as a ‘hear me out’ text. I also think this is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Maybe I need to find religion. Did y’all know I write fic sometimes? Yeah, I didn’t either. I don’t edit things sorry :)

The King of Curses. That is who you served. That was who you now walked towards, wearing a gossamer thin dress that did nothing to conceal your body from prying eyes. Yet, despite always feeling so exposed, not a single one of Sukuna Ryomen’s servants or members of his court would dare look at you while you roamed the halls. Not when they would face the wrath of their master for ogling that which is his.

Sukuna lounged on his large bed, one arm lazily curled behind his head as he watched you approach with appraising eyes. When he’d brought you here to be his concubine, initially you had resisted. His size, his power, his reputation… he was the most intimidating and sinister figure you’d ever met - until he waited for you.

The first time he had brought you to his bed, when you had pulled away from his touch with a noise of fear and protest, he’d stopped. Sukuna Ryomen was a figure who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Yet for you… He spent weeks ‘courting’ you with gentle touches and begrudgingly kind words. He had no use being kind to pathetic little humans, but for your body he was willing to make the sacrifice.

The first time you had given him permission, he didn’t even wait for the sanctuary of his bed. He’d picked you up and took out weeks of pent up sexual frustrations out on your tight hole right against the wall. You had seen stars, screaming yourself hoarse from the countless orgasms he had coaxed from you. When he had finally laid you down in his bed, you had to stay there for two days before you had the strength in your legs to walk again.

Months had now passed since you’d given yourself to Sukuna as his precious little concubine, always near him as though you were an accessory to his daily outfit, and you had grown to anticipate these moments. You’d grown to love the thrill that went down your spine and peaked your nipples just by the way he looked at you like he was going to devour your very soul - starting at your cunt.

As you walked towards the massive bed where the King of Curses lounged naked, your hands rose to the straps keeping your barely there dress on your body. You pushed them to the side, letting the thin fabric pool on the ground as you smoothly stepped out of it. Sukuna’s chin lifted in approval, his eyes trained on you and the way your body moved as you climbed up into bed with him and crawled towards him making sure to hold his gaze just the way he liked.

Two of his large hands came up, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him all while one of his arms stayed behind his head and the other reached out to caress the soft skin of your belly and roam up between your breasts.

“You’re eager today.” His deep voice practically pierced your heart every time you heard him speak.

“I can’t help needing you.” Your voice quickly lost momentum as Sukuna’s large hand teased over your breast and came up to wrap around your neck.

“Such a needy little slut. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one being used.” All you could do was gasp as his hand tightened around your neck, his two other hands holding you in place by your hips while the smug bastard lounged lazily and watched you with those burning crimson eyes, “And that won’t do at all.”

Sukuna sat up, looming over you as he pushed you down onto your back. His single free hand came up, tenderly brushing some hair from your face - likely the only gentleness he would show you tonight. Your chin lifted, a silent plea for a kiss. He didn’t oblige you. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled your head back further exposing the column of your neck. The hand he’d wrapped around your throat roamed southward, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers eliciting a soft whine from your throat.

“What a pretty little sound from a pathetic little human.” Sukuna sneered, leaning in and licking a stripe up your neck.

“If I’m so pathetic, why are you so desperate for me?” Your question was met with a sharp bite at the base of your neck, Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightening.

“Don’t give me attitude, brat.” His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he gave your hair a sharp tug. You whimpered softly, your eyes closing at the sensation of his breath hot on your skin and his hand fisted in your hair. Sukuna’s hands on your hips roamed downwards, curving in and hooking around your inner thighs as he pried your legs apart. You reached out, gently caressing the skin of his biceps and shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck and teasing at his skin with your nails.

He held your legs open, leaning down and trailing hot kisses and licks down your collar, down your chest, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Sukuna’s strength held you in place as you let out a shuddering moan, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh and his tongue swirling over your nipple making it stand at attention. As he bit and sucked at your tits, his grip held firm in your hair holding your head back. Sukuna’s thumbs massaged at your inner thighs, so close yet so far from your aching heat.

Your hips lifted, bucking as you desperately tried to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted. You whined out when one of his thumbs brushed against your wet folds, only for him to pull back and give you a slap on your pussy making your thighs pull closer together.

“Do that again, and I won’t touch you at all. You can choke on my cock then go. Do you understand?” Sukuna pulled your head up roughly to look him in the eyes as he warned you.

“Y-yes.” You tried to nod, your head barely moving from the grip he had on your hair.

“Good girl, now hold still.” His praise went straight to your cunt as he pulled your legs apart roughly, pinning them in place with his massive hands. Sukuna pushed himself up a little, his crimson eyes taking in every single inch of your figure. He didn’t touch you, he simply looked at you with his every intention clear in his gaze. Fuck, you loved to see that look in his eyes. A threat that you wouldn’t be walking anywhere for the next few days, and an unspoken promise that you’d instead be carried anywhere you needed to go.

It pained you to stay so still, while Sukuna’s eyes caught on your slick slit and he seemed captivated by it. He didn’t even have to touch you for you to be whining out for him. The sweet, needy sounds you were making made his gaze finally lift to your face.

“Do you want me to touch you, slut?” You were nodding before he even finished asking his question.

“Please. Please Sukuna, I need it. Please touch me.” It took every ounce of self-control you had to follow his orders and stay still. You wanted to feel him all over, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted him to be buried deep inside of you. You felt like you might catch on fire if he didn’t do something.

He let out a dark chuckle, stroking the pad of his thumb along your entrance and spreading your slick up to your clit that he slowly started to circle. He was barely fucking touching you and your toes were already curling. Sukuna’s touch became more firm, a shudder running through your body at the sheer relief that he gave you. The contact of his rough skin over your clit was glorious, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A-ah!” You cried out as one of his thick fingers pushed into you. His lower hands gripped your calves, pushing your knees up and apart before he pinned you by the backs of your thighs in his strong grip. The hand in your hair moved to your throat, his thumb pushing against your jaw to force you to look at his face as his thick digit slowly pushed in and out of your drenched hole.

Doing your best not to squirm, your nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. You needed to brace on something while he fingerfucked you and his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. The sound of your desperate moans and whimpers had an arrogant little smirk playing at Sukuna’s lips. He loved to see you like this, with nowhere to go while he toyed with you.

Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened, giving you that delicious head rush feeling that only amplified the tension in your body as his finger buried deep inside of you and curled forward to press against that sensitive spot which he would sometimes tease until you were in tears. You tried to nod, gasping and letting out strangled moans as his finger pumped and curled into you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled as he leaned in close enough that his lips barely brushed against yours. You whimpered trying to lift your head to meet him in a kiss, but he held you down by your neck.

“Please…” Your voice was but a whisper, but you knew that he heard you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.” His lips curled into a sadistic smile, showing off his sharp teeth as he pushed another finger inside of you and buried his fingers to the knuckle over and over again while rubbing circles on your clit. Faster and faster his fingers fucked into your pussy, and that familiar pressure began to coil up in your core like a spring that was ready to snap. Your thighs trembled from where they were pinned into place by Sukuna, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as you began to cross that edge over into pure bliss - when he stopped.

Sukuna left you crying out and whining in protest as he abruptly pulled his fingers out. He lifted his hand to his stomach, the mouth there splitting open as his large tongue cleaning your slick off of his fingers as he grinned at you.

“What a sweet little toy.” He praised, letting go of you entirely, “on all fours.”

Breathing heavily, and still in emotional distress from your ruined orgasm you did as he said, rolling over onto your knees and planting your palms against the bed. Two of his hands spread your legs to the position he wanted, taking a firm grip of your hips. He pushed your face down towards the bed so your ass was in the air, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back and holding them in place with one large hand.

Your eyes practically rolled back when you felt the engorged head of his cock press against your entrance. Sukuna’s grip on your hips and your wrists became tighter, his free hand guiding himself into your dripping cunt.

“Fu— unh…” You didn’t even have it in yourself to form words as he sheathed himself inside of you, his hips pressed tight up against your ass. Sukuna’s second mercy of the night was the way he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly his hips pulled back and rolled into you, a muttered curse spilling from his lips at the way you wrapped around his cock.

Sukuna fucked you at a steady, deep pace that had you drooling onto the bed. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, incoherent sounds keening from your throat with every thrust. Your fingers flexed futilely, desperate to clutch onto anything as he held your wrists firmly against your back. With nothing to ground you to this reality, you were left seeing stars as he pounded into you over and over again. He filled you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots and giving you that satisfying stretched sensation.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I use you.” Sukuna’s voice was a growl. You managed to nod, moaning stupidly with your eyes squeezed shut as that heavy pressure coiled at your core again. “I can feel you tightening around me, do you want to cum, brat?” He sneered.

“Uh-huh.” Your confirmation was drawn out into a moan. Sukuna’s deep thrusts hadn’t stopped for a moment, his vice-like grip on your hips held you in place.

“Use your words.” He demanded, sounding a little breathless himself.

“W-wanna cum. Please.” It took every ounce of brainpower you still held to whine out the words. He let out a dark laugh, his free hand wrapping around you so his fingers could circle your clit as he drilled into you and pinned you in place.

“Cum.” And just liked that the hot pressure built up in your core snapped. Sukuna’s grip held you firmly in place as your orgasm rocked through your whole body with your thighs tensing, toes curling, and back arching so beautifully. He didn’t stop, pounding into you as your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock coaxing him deeper and deeper. You were a squirming mess of loud moans and desperate cries. You needed something to hold onto, you needed to breathe, you needed him to fuck you like this forever.

As your orgasm subsided, he pushed you away roughly and turned you on your back. He was on you in an instant, grabbing you behind your knees and pushing your legs up and apart as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He angled his cock against your mess of an entrance and slammed back into you without mercy.

Sukuna grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him while he held all control. While he pinned you in place and resumed pounding your cunt, his wicked crimson eyes scanned over your features. They looked down at your tits that bounced with every roll of his hips. Of how gods damned small you were underneath him. His head tilted as he looked down between your legs and watched himself disappear into your pussy repeatedly. His head lifted, and he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His kisses were always all-consuming, heated, and rough. His tongue pushed past your lips, which you parted obediently as you drank in the intimacy of the kiss all while moaning into him without a single thought. As your tongues met, Sukuna’s strength holding you still, you felt a curious sensation. The familiar pleasure of Sukuna’s cock filling you to the brim was met with a wet, spongy feeling flicking at your clit. Gasping, you managed to pull away from the kiss to look and see the mouth on his stomach had parted enough to slide his tongue out to tease at your clit as he fucked you.

Over and over his tongue flicked and swirled around your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips rolling in tandem. It was like your brain snapped, you weren’t even sure if you were making noise now or if your mouth was just hanging open as your eyes rolled back from the blinding pleasure. Much to Sukuna’s pleasure, he got to watch the look on your face and listen to the ragged cries that spilled from you, sometimes interspersed with half-words and pleas.

Sensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take long for you to crash headlong into another orgasm. Wailing out and thrashing to get away from Sukuna and the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on you only tightened as he helped you ride it out as you made a complete mess of his cock. He growled, his brows furrowing as your cunt pulsed and milked him.

“Gonna fill you ‘til you’re dripping with cum.” His words were a threat and a promise, but they barely registered in your mind. Nothing registered except for the throbbing pleasure in your pussy and the heat that spread across your whole body. He held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He loved that fucked out look in your eyes, the dazed expression in your face, the heat behind your skin. His thrusts grew more and more frantic until he let out a little grunt, fucking you deep and slow as he came. His grip on your legs and wrists became bruising as he emptied himself inside of you, with every roll of his hips your juices mixed with his seed spilling out of you.

When satisfied, Sukuna pulled out and looked down to assess his work. A pleased little smirk spread on his lips at the messy sheen of fluids slowly dripping from your cunt.

“Good girl.” His voice was a deep murmur, and he slowly released you from his grip and let your limbs sink to the soft mattress. With a resigned sigh, the King of Curses lay down beside you tugging you close with an arm. Fucked utterly stupid, your hormones and emotions ran high with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. All four arms wrapped around you, holding you close just the way you liked as your body shook from the intensity of your sex. Sukuna pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

For the rest of the night, Sukuna would begrudgingly take care of you, bringing you food and water and holding you while your body and mind recovered from experiencing him. While he insisted it was foolish, annoying, and an insult to his status… there was no denying the tender touch he applied after having you.

One day, you knew he may grow bored of you, a curse was a fickle thing after all. Yet, for now, you would bask in his attention and his care that he pretended to hate so much. He’d chosen you. He’d waited. He’d let you become the best part of his day. You curled up against him, anchored by the strength of his body and closed your eyes, content to do it all again.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #I remembered how to write guys!!!#divider by: thecutestgrotto #reni fics

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nonbinarypirat · 2 months

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Okay okay, SO let’s talk about the latest chapter of Iruma kun because the lore is JUICY. Spoilers for chapter 358. This also leaves me with even more questions while answering some I had before. So I actually had a post planned where I was going to ask why Delkira received a special and sublime classroom to begin with. I wondered if maybe he was a previous demon king’s son and maybe that was why he was already revered. But NOPE it seems not likely. It’s still possible, I just got the vibe was that he was miraculous in his achievements and power. So it kind of answers that question but we still have no info on his family, the king’s classroom, or how he was able to achieve so much. On the other hand we got some VERY VERY interesting lore on Mephisto-pheles. It also explains why he gave this task to Iruma since he obviously sees the potential for him to surpass Delkira in the future. He wants Iruma to know what it takes to be in power, somewhat as an advisor role like he has been for previous kings. By assisting a king you can understand how to rule. And by building up a country, you can know what it takes to lead a country. I already guessed that since he was already interested in Iruma. But this just adds an extra layer to why he is as fascinated by him as he is. GOD NISHI IS SO GOOD AT WRITING LORE. I ASPIRE to write something with as much depth and intricacies as this manga. She is my inspiration truly 🙏🏽

Like, look at Mephisto’s face here compared to after he met Iruma. Different face but same vibe.

Now, going back to Delkira one, we get to see more of his personality and he’s so much like Iruma!!!!! No wonder everyone and their fucking mom keeps being like, “damn why tf do I see Delkira in him.” Neither strive for power for power’s sake, instead they strive for power because they see it as a step forward in their goal and desires. They both want to find their own path rather than it just being given to them. It really shocked me at first that Delkira turned Mephisto down but it actually makes so much sense why everyone is enamored by him. That is the most undemon like thing he could have done, he had the perfect opportunity to gain all the power in the world in a quick and easy way. Any other demon would have killed for that chance. They are so fucking alike and it makes me want to rage. I love it so much, I love that we are getting to see more of him as time goes on. Him and Iruma even have the same smile! Like come on.

He even has similar jesters to Iruma!!!! This flashback is making me rethink my theories about him and his connection to Iruma. Ughhhh, I’m so fucking happy about this. Also, this nothing to do with anything but look at Delkira’s cunty lil outfit. This sheer shirt? Rolled up uniform jacket he has popped open. These tight pants with a weird belt design? I would be Delkira’s number one supporter is all I’m saying. He’s babygirl just like Iruma. Maybe that’s the requirement to be the next powerful demon king, you have to serve mother fucking CUNT if you want to rule. Anyway, I think there was more I wanted to say but I got distracted with my rant lol. I just love this lore so much, I love how Nishi handles lore drops (especially with characters) and seeing more of Delkira because I am so fascinated with him and must know more.

#image description in alt #I hope I did well with the alt text I’m still practicing. also harder with manga screenshots #but I hope y’all like this unhinged rant #I am obsessed with the Delkira I want to know everything about him #every time we get to see him I gain more power #< true fact #mairimashita iruma kun spoilers #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik #iruma-kun #mairuma #suzuki iruma #iruma suzuki #Delkira #derkila

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kawaiioni · 5 months

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I wanted to be cringe and draw King Magnifico.. (not a redesign, just wanted to get him out of that ugly stank ass outfit of his, like do my man a favor)

Also, just a warning, a rant is in coming

Regarding Wish

I watched Wish a while back- and it's been on my mind since then. Now, you're probably asking yourself "wow! They must've liked this movie so much that they are still thinking of it," WRONG. This movie, singlehandedly, was the worst Disney film I have ever seen with my own two eyes..

How your movie gonna feel like a million things happened and nothing at the same time? How are you all flopping after making classic after classic?

I know that a lot of Disney fans currently are claiming that the movie wasn't that bad, but by saying that.. you're still saying it had something bad in it and let's be honest, it was everything from music, art, story, etc.

I don't like being negative though, so let's talk about one thing that I did like.. that being King Magnifico. [The crowd boos]

Now, I hate to defend a man whose villain song made my ears bleed but I gotta— since through the whole story I was cheering for Homie. In a way, he had a point to fear who gets their wish granted but at the same time, it wasn't correct he was keeping them for himself, duh. This right here could have served us enough content to make an interesting premise, let's be honest.. wishing upon a star doesn't do shit, but in the same context.. let people still try to achieve their dreams. (The princess and the frog did this.)

Overall, I wouldn't have minded all too much if they had redeemed Magnifico— his bad qualities which are having the biggest ego, being a narcissist, could have led to an interesting story where he learns to be more humble but at the same time, kind. Even then, being kind was something we saw him doing.. he carried a heavy burden of wanting to appease all of the kingdom goers. That in a way, it was hard not to feel sorry when he lowers the curtain to unveil a man who is accustomed to being used as a genie rather than being able to form meaningful connections with people.

In a way, his character (as well as everyone else's character in this movie) felt like wasted potential. If this is the way that every single original IP of Disney is going to be, then someone needs to pull the plug because I cannot sit through another Wish.

TLDNR: King Magnifico felt like he had multiple personality disorder in this film because it seemed like he was good then bad— but also, King Magnifico had a point and subsequently was then jumped on camera and ended up on world star.

#disney wish #wish movie #disney #art #illustration #digitalart #digital art #king magnifico #wish magnifico #magnifico defenders #do not repost #do not steal #wish movie 2023 #chris pine #fan art #king magnifico fanart #wish 2023 #wish #artists on tumblr

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Cordially Invited: Part 2

Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader AU Summary: You're a princess in love with your knight. Will the two of you get your happily ever after? Chapter Summary: You tell your parents that you plan to bring your knight as your plus one to Natasha's wedding. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), idiots in love, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Bucky's POV after Part 1! Excited to share more of this world. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky knew from a young age that he wanted to be a knight. It wasn’t just a position of bravery, but one of honor. His father reminded him of that many times throughout his life. Fighting alongside his friends, he served and protected the kingdom with everything he had. Even at the cost of losing his left arm.

It was his resilience that caught the King's attention.

"Will you serve and protect her Royal Highness of Brooklyn?"

"With my life, your majesty."

Everyone knew of the princess of Brooklyn. Beyond your beauty, you exude warmth and generosity to the masses. You preferred working with the people and charities over going to galas. Your charm and wit won everyone over.

Especially him.

He half expected you to throw a fit when your father assigned him to be your bodyguard. Not because you were spoiled, but because you didn't get to choose him yourself. Instead, you welcomed him with kindness.

And he quickly fell in love.

“Am I decent?” you asked once you came out of the bathroom, smiling over at where he stood in the corner.

Free of your robe, you wore a knee-length navy blue dress with a pair of heels to match. While you likely chose the outfit for modesty, it hugged the curves of your body and he longed to remove it so he could see the hidden treasure underneath. He had to clear his throat as his stare lingered a second too long.

The way it always did.

While knights today didn’t have to swear to chastity or celibacy, he wasn’t meant to lust after the one person he was sworn to protect.

I'm not meant to love you either, but how can I not?

"You look beautiful," he said truthfully. "You always do."

You looked down as you smoothed out the fabric with both hands. "You're just being nice," you teased.

"No, princess," he said, straightening up as he walked over to you in a few strides. He placed a finger under your chin when you didn't lift your head, making you look at him. "When I say you look beautiful, I mean it."

"Thank you, Bucky," you whispered.

The people of Brooklyn looked at you with adoration, but you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky for you. Your smile was like giving him the sun. He wondered if you realized how many different smiles you wore for your family, friends, other royal members, and the public.

And the one you wore just for him.

But it doesn't mean you love me, does it? You simply trust me because I'm your knight and confidant.

"And you do not lower your eyes to anyone," he added before he could dwell on his thoughts, dropping his hand to his side.

"I thought that's what good girls did," you grinned as you spun away from him and glanced over your shoulder. "Or am I only supposed to be good for you?"

If I had my way, I'd show you just how good you can be for me.

"If I didn't know any better, princess," he said, moving in front of you before you could grab the door handle to open it. "I'd say you were teasing me."

"Maybe I am," your grin widened as you brushed your fingertips along his arm. The light touch had his blood rushing faster in his veins and he fought to keep from shoving you against the door and claiming you as his. "Maybe I'm preparing you for the wedding reception."

"You think I won't put you over my knee if you tease me?" he threatened, his darkened gaze dropping fast enough to see your chest rise when you inhaled. He was certain if he put his hand on your chest, he'd feel your heart race faster.

"You wouldn't, good sir," you said, lifting your head defiantly.

Fuck, how am I supposed to get through this when all I want to do is ruin and cherish you?

"Try me, princess," he whispered as he took one step closer.

He did his best not to stare too deeply into your eyes. It was bad enough how gone he was for you. He also didn't know if the glances, the teasing, any of it was because you cared about him or if you were merely comfortable with him. If you had any idea how he felt, you wouldn't toy with his feelings.

You weren't cruel.

"If you ever put me over your knee, it will only be done with my permission," you said after a moment, rushing out the door with a giggle as he went after you.

"It isn't proper for a princess to run," he called after you as you skidded to a stop along the marble floor and fixed your posture.

"And who's to say what's proper?" you asked as you began to gracefully walk. "Don't think I won't put a codfish on your head."

He hid his smile as he caught up in a few strides, taking his place beside you.

I wish I could take your hand in mine.

There were many who didn’t understand why Bucky would risk his life for someone else simply because of their bloodline or the name tied to them. If any of those people truly knew you, they’d beg to be where he stood. He almost suggested once that Steve should be your personal guard instead when he realized how deeply he cared for you, but he couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking his place. Any knight would watch over you, of course, but would they show you the same care that he did?

Would you trust them the way you trust him?

You stopped outside of your father's study and straightened your dress and exhaled slowly. He understood your nerves. When you had your heart set on something, you wanted it. He prayed they accepted that you wanted him to be your date.

The guard at the door opened it once you nodded. This was one room your parents didn't permit many to enter, outside of family, guards, and anyone cleaning. Your mother sat on one of the ornate sofas, finishing a cup of tea, while your father sat at his desk and looked over his paper. Like when they sat on their thrones, they displayed power and pride.

The only other person in the room was Erma, an older palace worker who had been there long before you were born. She loved you like a granddaughter. Bucky respected her for that and more.

"There you are. We were beginning to wonder if you snuck out for the day," your mother said as she set her cup down and stood to embrace you, giving Bucky a chance to take his place in front of the bookshelf after he bowed. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you," you said, smiling over at Erma as she came over to clear the tea. "Good morning. How are you?"

"Very well, your highness. Sir James," Erma curtsied, even after you told her many times she didn't have to greet you so formally.

"My dear, would you stop looking at that and greet your daughter?" your mom asked.

"I'm seconds away from tearing this to shreds," your dad grumbled as he shoved the paper away. His eyes warmed as he glanced up to look at you. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to disturb you," you said as your mother sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same. "I just wanted to finally tell you who I'm bringing as my plus one to the upcoming wedding. I think I kept you waiting long enough."

Bucky noticed that Erma slowed her cleaning, delaying it so she could listen. She kept the palace tidy and her team in line, but he knew she also observed her surroundings. He didn't fault her for that.

"That isn't a disturbance at all," your father smiled. "Who have you chosen?"

"Sir James," you smiled back.

No one said a word at your declaration. Erma carefully set the teapot on the tray and bowed her head. Your mom didn't look in Bucky's direction, but focused instead on your father.

"Dad? Did you hear me?" you asked.

The king's smile didn't disappear quickly. It faded slowly as he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Bucky. He looked back at the man, not defiantly, but with confidence. The knight wasn't easy to intimidate, far from it, and he was larger than your father. But up against the will of a man with a precious daughter? Would he lose?

Worth losing my other arm if I have to fight.

"You're bringing your knight?" your dad asked, his voice calm as he looked at you. "Explain, please."

"What's there to explain?" you asked, keeping your hands folded on your lap. "My knight is best suited to escort me, especially since he'll be in close proximity to keep an eye on me."

Your mother nodded slowly. "That's true."

"And there's nothing that says I have to bring a prince," you continued. "I asked Sir James and he said 'yes'."

"Did he?" The king swung his gaze back to Bucky.

"He did, your majesty," he answered, even though he didn't direct the question at him.

"To be honest," your father began, sitting back in his chair as he considered his next words. "I thought you might accept the offer from Prince Nicholas. At least, I hoped you would."

Bucky clenched his teeth when your shoulders sagged, but stayed silent. If your dad wanted you to go with Nick, it meant that he wanted something from him. You were a princess, not a pawn.

Or maybe he thinks I'm not good enough to be on your arm.

"I don't want to go with Prince Nicholas," you told your parents, giving each of them a pleading look. "I'm choosing to bring Sir James. This is my choice. I don't need your permission."

Bucky almost went to your side when he caught the wobble in your voice. He wasn't worth getting upset over. He was proud, however, that you stood by your conviction.

And stood by him.

"It is her choice. We discussed that, my dear. You need to respect her decision," the queen said, holding up her hand before her husband could argue. If anyone knew how to put the king in his place, it was her. "I think Sir James is a fine choice. We'll arrange for our tailor to have a suit made."

You lit up like you were going to shout with joy before you cleared your throat and nodded. "Thank you, mom."

"Of course," she said, shifting so she could face Bucky. "You will keep her safe."

If it was possible, her gaze was more intimidating than the King's glare.

"My duty is to serve and protect the princess and you have my word that I will do so, your majesty."

He dared to look away from the queen and saw you smile at him.

I would do anything for you, my princess.

Bucky caught Erma slyly smiling as she excused herself from the room. Though she likely never heard him voice his feelings about you, as he was careful to only tell Steve in secret, she saw how he looked at you. She saw through him.

She also hadn't spoken to your parents about her suspicions, which meant she approved.

"Very good," the queen said, waving a hand toward the door. "Go. You have a busy day ahead of you."

You went to each of your parents and kissed their cheeks, quietly thanking them again. Your relief made Bucky relax. You may not need their permission to take him, but you didn't want to disappoint them.

"Sir James?" your dad spoke before either of you could exit the room. "Please know I meant no offense by my reaction. You're a good man and I know you'll take care of my daughter."

"Thank you, your majesty," Bucky said, bowing before you slipped your arm through his to pull him away.

Your dad might consider him a good man, but the look on his face said this discussion was far from over.

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rowaelinsdaughter · 9 months

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sweater

i needed to write about gojo with this sweater, and its done.

WARNINGS; suggestive, gojo being a tease and reader being horny (again) about gojo (who wouldnt?)

one thing you loved about gojo was his fashion sense. It didn't matter if she wore a casual, elegant, or sporty style... she looked spectacular. even in his sorcerer outfit he looked perfect. but there was one item of clothing that drove you crazy. a sweater that showed off his collarbones, and he was wearing it right now.

you are at home preparing dinner and some snacks to accompany dinner while you watch a movie in the living room, taking advantage of the fact that you did not have any mission. in the distance you hear the shower water falling indicating that gojo isn't finished yet. you take the last plates of sushi to the living room and sit on the couch. You take the remote and open netflix to put on the movie.

“gojo! are you missing much? i'm going to put the movie on."

"do not even think about it!! i'm coming!!"

you hear gojo's footsteps and in a moment he appears at the door. he sits next to you taking the chopsticks and the karaage plate. “aswend what movie are we going to see?” he turns to look at you and the chopsticks stay halfway. raises an eyebrow. "something happens?"

you don't know when your mouth was open, but you close it and punch him in the shoulder.

gojo complains, setting the plate down and turning away from you as he caresses the area where you hit him. you both know that you haven't hurt him, but you are with the king of drama, you can't expect anything else from him.

"what was that for?!?!"

“who told you that you can dress like that?!”

gojo frowns and looks at the outfit he's wearing. some sports pants and a sweater, something comfortable to be at home.

you turn to watch TV and finally put on the movie, grabbing some pieces of sushi from the table.

gojo keeps thinking what could happen to the clothes. you do not like? areuncomfortable? his brain looks like a locomotive at one hundred kilometers per hour. until he finally realizes.

he is wearing your favorite sweater. the one that shows his collarbones and is wide, hiding his muscles.

at that moment gojo starts laughing.

you look at him out of the corner of your eye. “i don't know what you're laughing at.”

gojo approaches you, taking the plate of food out of your hands. “hey, what do you think you're doing!?”

he lays you down on the couch, resting his forearms on either side of your head and comes inches from your mouth. “do you like the way i'm dressing, doll?”

you roll your eyes but hug him by the neck, caressing the back of his neck. "i don't know what you're talking about 'toru"

“oh, i think you know very well what i'm talking about.”

“and, don't you think it could be because of the protagonist?”

“na, i know perfectly well that you love this sweater and that you love it when i wear it.”

gojo's hands sneak under your shirt, caressing under your breasts. your hands go down from his neck to his neck, caressing his jaw until you reach his collarbones. you leave a light kiss and gojo trembles.

You stand up a little and put your lips to his ear.

"if you wanted to warm me up you've done it and now you have to do something about it 'toru"

“nice to serve you, doll.”

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hydrangeapartridge · 3 months

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Title: Mind Body and Soul

Pairing: Mage!Shinsou x reader

I wrote for Shinsou again! Link to AO3 here

Summary: Once upon a time there was you: a nobody, a refugee from a country devastated by Dabi’s undead army, serving as a maid in king Todoroki’s castle. There, fate decided you would cross path with the mysterious and dreaded court mage Hitoshi Shinsou. Little did you know that particular encounter would change your life forever.

Rating: M

Tagged people <3 (tell me if you want to be added): @maple-syrup-with-strawbewwies @moonlitmoonpie

Chapter 4: The King (under the cut!) - (link to chapter 1, 2 and 3)

You gasped as one of Monoma’s employees tightened your corset until you were barely able to breathe. Once you caught your breath, you prepared to give them a piece of your mind. However, all protest died in your throat when they made you turn around so you could see yourself in the mirror.

You barely recognized your reflection.

The woman staring back at you was stunning, clad in shades of dark greens. The ceremonial mage attire was an elegant embroidered velvet dress with long sleeves opened and flaring around your hands. You hair was done up in a pretty breaded bun, only a few strands escaping it and framing your face, making the whole look less strict; softer.

In the mirror you could see Monoma eyeing his creation up and down with satisfaction.

“Thank you” You told him, turning in his direction with flushed cheeks. “This dress is splendid”

Monoma chuckled, barely hiding his pride. “Of course it is”

He walked up to you to adjust a few last details before he deemed you ready to go.

“Thanking me was obvious but you’d better remember to thank your master for his generosity” He told you before you left, a mysterious look in his shining blue eyes.

Upon stepping outside the tailor’s quarters, you were surprised to find said master waiting for you.

Your breath was taken away when you saw him.

Shinsou was the epitome of cool, almost effortless elegance in his ceremonial dark purple robes. The velvet fabric was delicately embroidered at the sleeves, making the whole look simple but refined. His formal outfit contrasted with the unruly mess of his hair, that he didn’t bother to tame for the occasion.

While you inspected his attire, Shinsou did the same to you, his widening eyes travelling up and down your figure, until you looked away, feeling a bit exposed despite the many layers of fabric enveloping your body.

“You look-” He started, but then grimaced and never finished that sentence. It wasn’t often that your teacher was a loss for words.

He bashfully ran a hand through his fluffy hair, and the urge to follow his hand with your own and comb through his lavender locks so they would be more presentable made your fingers tingle. You resisted that drive however, and Shinsou finally found the words he was looking for. He cleared his throat before speaking, avoiding your eyes.

“Your outfit fits the occasion perfectly. As usual, Monoma outdid himself” He told you, nodding his head approvingly. “Let’s go. We mustn’t make the King wait” He then urged you to follow him before you could say anything.

With your heels and heavier outfit, it was a struggle to keep up with Shinsou’s brisk pace, and walking beside him made you a little breathless; so much that in addition to feeling nervous, you also felt hot and sweaty when you finally arrived before the large doors of the courtroom. You caught your breath and tried to settle your nerves while Shinsou had a word with the guards. He then came beside you, giving you a quick glance.

“Nervous?” He asked, his tone low and surprisingly gentle.

You nodded, clasping your hands together to try and hide how they were shaking.

“No need to be” Shinsou whispered in a small supportive smile. “This is just a formality and I will be doing the talking”

You pursued your lips, only mildly reassured. It would be your first time meeting the King. As you used to be a low ranked servant, you ever only spotted glimpses of him or of the prince from afar. The prospect of having their attention on you already overwhelmed you, even before properly meeting them. The King also had a reputation to him and you heard plenty of scary stories involving him from the other servants. He was strong and righteous, but could be very choleric and severe when handling punishments. He became more and more sullen as the years passed, especially after his wife got cursed, supposedly by his trusted court mage, Shinsou’s former master. That tragedy happened just only a few months after the death of his oldest son, Prince Touya, at the hands of the undead army, the accumulation of misfortunes turning the King bitter and grim.

You couldn’t imagine how difficult that time must have been for the King and his family. Nowadays, despite having two older siblings, the next in succession for the crown was the young Prince Shouto; the heavy burden of his father’s impossible expectations falling onto his shoulders.

The guards soon opened the large oak doors of the courtroom, and you gulped as they very formally announced both you and your teacher. A glimpse inside the room immediately informed you that this was a public audience. Aside from the royal family, all sat on thrones of varying sizes at the end of the large opened room, the stages flanking each sides of the room were overflowing with curious onlookers, mostly of noble origin. To think that their attention would be on you in a few seconds made you freeze on the spot. You weren’t prepared for this. You expected a smaller gathering. Your legs felt weak and you were sure all the colour had drained from your face.

Shinsou took a step forward, but stopped when he realized you were not moving. Above the crowd’s noise, you still heard him encouragingly call your name.

“Come now. You can do this” He told you, his tone assertive and confident. He sounded so convinced you would indeed be able to handle this audience that his confidence seemed to transfer into you, your legs suddenly unlocking as you instinctively stepped forward to follow him.

Once you were beside him, Shinsou entered the room, a confident leap to his steps. You kept looking at your feet, but at least you didn’t feel faint anymore. At one point, just before you stopped in front of the royal family, you felt a warm touch on your lower back, brief but encouraging. Shinsou’s hand was gone as soon as you felt, its absence resulting in a shiver down your spine. It served to gain your attention, making you look at him briskly. He was respectfully bowing before the sovereign, and so you did the same, curtseying like you were told to when first hired to work in the castle.

“Mage Shinsou” The King acknowledged his presence. “When we received your request to take an apprentice, we were admittedly surprised, for you never manifested any interest in that matter before”

King Todoroki’s stature in itself was intimidating, just as much as the way his turquoise gaze pierced through his interlocutor. You wanted to make yourself as small an unnoticeable as possible under the weight of his presence. His children looked far less threatening: Prince Natsuo looking bored as he slouched on his chair and princess Fuyumi sitting very still, a warm expression on her pale face. Then, on his father’s right side sat crown prince Shouto, whose beauty the servants didn’t exaggerate. If only he didn’t wear such a sullen expression.

Beside the Throne, the Captain of the guards, Sir Bakugou, stood straight and alert, his expression sharp and very severe. His handsome face caught your attention for a second, but when his burning crimson gaze fell on you, you quickly looked away, admittedly a bit afraid of him.

You turned your attention back to Shinsou who was actively trying to convince the King of accepting he took an apprentice.

“I believe this young woman to have a talent for magic, and a heart and spirit fitted to learn what I can teach her so she can serve the crown loyally” He said and you felt your cheeks heat up, flattered by those words. Never did anyone praise you so eloquently.

The king then properly looked at you for the first time since you arrived before him. You did your best to hold his judging gaze, but your knees admittedly felt a little weak under his intense stare.

“Really?” He asked, sceptical. “Do you believe she will be of help in the mission we entrusted you, and can be trusted with that delicate matter?”

Whispers could be heard coming from everywhere around you and you had to wonder if the crowd was as clueless as you regarding that special mission the king was talking about. Could it have to do with fighting the undead army? It would be the most logical and important task to entrust to a powerful mage in a time of war.

Shinsou was pensive for a few seconds, but then gave his answer with a leveled tone. “I have faith she will, in time, be of help to the kingdom, and as such, I am ready to vouch for her and take responsibility for all of her actions”

You were surprised that Shinsou would go as far as putting his neck out for you in case you misbehaved. His words made your heart ache in a strange way. He barely knew you, and yet, he was ready to trust you. It reminded you of that ritual; the day you became his apprentice, when he protected you and went out of his way to help you despite not knowing anything about you.

“As any master should” The king replied, nodding his head, seeming satisfied with this exchange.

You were impressed by how well-spoken Shinsou was, and how easily he conversed with the sovereign. Despite being a loner, he handled speaking in front of so many people easily, and was surprisingly charismatic. All eyes were on him, making the whole situation less uncomfortable for you.

The King clapped his hands, signifying the audience was over. Before the assembly, he officially declared you a mage apprentice under Shinsou’s guidance, and you would have smiled if not for the nerves still wracking your body.

“Mage” The King addressed you for the first time, his sharp azure gaze almost making you flinch. “Serve the crown as you should, or face the consequences alongside your master”

Under his severe eyes, you uttered a shaky “Yes, your majesty” as best as you could despite your dry throat, lowering your head respectfully.

“You and your master may leave” The King told you, seemingly satisfied. You curtsied again while Shinsou bowed, thanking the sovereign too. You hurriedly left, following the man who was now officially responsible for your learning of magic.

When the guards closed the large oak doors behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Your very exhausted sigh caught Shinsou’s attention.

“I told you you could do this” He said, a proud smirk on his lips. “It was a simple formality”

It didn’t feel like a formality to you. Your heart was still hammering in your chest from this unusually exposing experience.

Shinsou didn’t wait for you to calm down before he told you. “Now, we should go back to more important matters. All these distractions are making you skip lessons. Socializing isn’t going to teach you magic”

Not letting you take too long of a break, he instructed you to get changed into more comfortable clothes and then join him in his tower for a study session.

- - -

After freshening up, you felt calmer. You had time to process the meeting with the royal family, and were in better spirits, motivated and eager to learn new things. When you entered Shinsou’s study, you found that he had forgone his ceremonial attire too, and wore his usual dark robes. Except that in his hurry, he hadn’t properly fastened the lacing on the front. You tried your best not to look at the pale display of his clavicles for too long. His skin looked smooth; that of someone who never did any physical work, and who rarely went outside in the sun.

The thumping sound of a heavy book being dropped onto a desk brought you out of your contemplation.

Shinsou’s eyes met yours, and although you felt embarrassed, he looked completely oblivious to your staring. “Read this one. Then if you remember enough, we’ll practice a spell or two”

You perked up at his words, excited to finally be able to do some real magic, instead of your usual reading. “Really?”

Shinsou seemed amused by your enthusiasm. “Yes, really” He softly replied. “A mage that can’t cast spells isn’t a proper mage”

You hastily sat before the desk, rolling up your sleeves and grabbing your magic quill, ready to study hard and earn the reward he promised.

But as you opened the book, one question still burned your tongue.

“What was the mission the king was talking about?” You asked him, and it earned you a surprised look and two raised violet eyebrows.

“Do not concern yourself with that matter. You must focus on your learning of the basics first”

He somehow dodged your question, like he often did, but you didn’t want to let it go.

“But you said I would help, so I think it concerns me at least a little”

Shinsou sighed, tiredly running his thumb and forefinger over his eyebrows. “Maybe you will help. That remains to be decided. It will depend on how you perform”

You clicked your tongue, frustrated at his mysterious ways. Then, something occurred to you.

“So you lied to the king.” You pointed out, alarmed. It was an offence, and could get the both of you in trouble.

Shinsou ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in frustration. “Such dramatic words. I merely told him what he wanted to hear. If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have accepted you as my apprentice. Whether what I promised happens or not remains to be seen. But I am confident it will work out somehow”

You remembered Shinsou telling you that one couldn’t lie to spirits of the Otherworld. Obviously it was different with humans, and he was perfectly aware of this matter, exploiting it when you thought he would, on the contrary, be a very truthful person. You felt taken aback by this discovery, and admittedly a little disappointed. You thought he meant all those nice things he said about you earlier. But in the end, he only said them to increase your value for the kingdom; to appeal to the king. He didn’t know you, and you realized you didn’t know him at all either. He was a mystery. One you agreed to blindly follow when he offered you a chance to have a different life.

“I meant it though. When I said I would vouch for you” Shinsou broke the tense silence, his amethyst eyes surveying your visibly miffed expression. “As your master, I will take responsibility for your mistakes. So please, be careful what you do with the knowledge I’ll endeavour to teach you”

You nodded your head obediently. Even if he didn’t fully mean the praise he indirectly gave you during the audience, he still put his position as court mage, and his tranquillity as a lonely recluse on the line to take you as his apprentice. And for that, you were grateful.

Another thought occurred to you and you met his cool gaze. “Now that I am officially your apprentice, do I need to call you Master?”

In less than a second you saw Shinsou’s lips quiver and his ears turn red.

“T-there is no need for that!” He hastily said, turning his back to you. “I am pretty sure we are very close in age. That would be ridiculous and uncalled for”

You accepted his explanation with a shrug, surprised that he was so flustered by that semantic detail.

“I will be in my quarters. Knock when you are done with your reading” He briskly told you before retreating to the adjacent room that you knew to be his bedroom. When he left, you could see his pale skin was flushed down to the birth of his torso.

If you still struggled with reading as quickly as your teacher expected you to, your note taking had greatly improved now that you had an enchanted quill that seemed eager to write down in an elegant cursive every detail you read the second your brain deemed them important.

You were nearing the end of the book Shinsou asked you to read, tired eyes struggling to make out the sentences in the decreasing light of the late afternoon. Beside you, a long piece of parchment was darkened with neatly arranged notes, and you took a small break to light up a few candles, as to make your reading easier.

Your gaze lingered on the flame dancing before your eyes, only able to survive because of the wax of the candle, and you wondered if Shinsou would show you how to light them with magic today. You had read a lot about the four elements in the book he gave you, so it sounded like a reasonable request to make; something you might be able to do. It was a simple spell, but it would make for a great party trick. And probably useful if you ever found yourself in a dark place.

Returning to your book, you decided you would ask him. Your thoughts drifted to your now officially appointed teacher; to his elegant appearance in his ceremonial robes and the contrast with his more casual look a little earlier. You were sure he wasn’t sleeping right now; he probably was studying something he didn’t want you to see. Yet, you wondered how dishevelled his fluffy hair would look when he would open the door after you’d knock on it …

The frenetic scratch of the quill on parchment suddenly caught your attention, and as the quill immediately fell lifeless on the paper, you curiously surveyed what it had written.

After your careful notes about the material you were reading, two lines stood out, scribbled in a more feverish handwriting as side notes.

’Remember to ask Shinsou to teach me how to light candles with magic

His hair looks so soft and so does his skin. It is smooth especially where his torso b-

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you grabbed the limp quill and used it to frenetically cross out those two sentences, almost making a hole in the parchment, but making absolutely sure no-one would be able to read them.

“Stupid quill” You mumbled under your breath, mortified. “I never wanted you to write that down”

You released the utensil with a worn out sigh and returned to your reading, forcing yourself to focus so no more absurdities would end up on the bottom of your serious notes.

Once you were finally done reading, it was almost dark outside. After putting the magic quill at rest inside its inkwell so it wouldn’t embarrass you any further, you dusted your clothes and combed through your hair a little. Why you did this before knocking on Shinsou’s door was lost on you. You just wanted to be a presentable student.

“I’m done reading” You said to the wooden door, in case he didn’t hear you knock.

Glancing outside to the darkness of the night, you hoped he would still agree to teach you a spell or two before calling it a night. You were admittedly very excited by the prospect of truly practising what you only read about. You wanted to perform real magic.

Soon, Shinsou emerged from his room, dressed exactly like earlier; his hair slightly messier than usual, probably from running his hand through it too much. But you definitely didn’t notice that. Nor did you glimpse down at his sharp collarbones that were still peeking out of his robes.

After carefully closing the door and locking it, Shinsou accompanied you to your studying desk, where he sat where you once did. He glanced to your notes, and despite knowing he couldn’t read the last words you scratched, you still felt nervous. But looking over them, he only nodded in approval.

“Alright. Let us review what you learnt” He turned to look at you and you stiffened. You didn’t want to disappoint him. “What can you tell me about incantations?”

You took a second to consider your answer before reciting it to him rather confidently. “They are magic words, mostly latin, that allow magicians to contact spirits and form spells”

Shinsou nodded his head. “Is an incantation mandatory to cast a spell?”

You shook your head. “No. Advanced magicians can cast spells without a word. Words only make the connection with spirits easier and allow us to ask them more precise and complex requests”

“Good” Shinsou praised, and you clasped your hands behind your back, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous, yet pleased you were.

“Do you remember the latin words used for the four elements?”

You nodded. You remembered them thanks to your fairly recent reading. “ Fire is Ignis, Water is Aguamenti-”

“Aquamenti” Shinsou gently corrected you, but let you carry on.

“Air is A-” You hesitated on the pronunciation “Aere?”

Shinsou nodded his head approvingly, motioning for you to continue.

“And Earth is Terra”

“Precisely” Shinsou approved.

You knew you would have to repeat them and review your notes to remember those names long term. You barely knew how to read, so unsurprisingly, Latin wasn’t exactly your forte. Still, you were proud of your learnings.

“Very well. I suppose we could put your newly acquired knowledge into use” You beamed at Shinsou, drawing a small chuckle from him as he stood up.

“Can I learn how to lit candles?” You excitedly requested, unable to wait any longer.

Shinsou eyed you with surprised violet eyes. He shook his head, a small smirk lifting the corner of his thin lips. “I wouldn’t advise you start your training with fire of all elements” He levelled you with an intense stare, one that almost felt intimidating. “Don’t you remember what I told you about fire spirits?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down to your feet, recalling his words from a few days ago. “Fire is wild and wants to eat everything”

“Exactly” Shinsou praised, although it sounded sardonic to your ears. “In that light, does it seem wise to play with fire for a first try at magic?”

“No” You whispered, defeated, cheeks flushed from how stupid the situation made you feel.

The sound of boots echoed in the silence of the room and just when you saw Shinsou’s feet stopping before yours, two long fingers lifted your chin up so you would meet two shinning violet eyes.

“Believe me, your enthusiasm is appreciated, and I am sure you will soon be able to perform the spell you suggested. But it is my role as a teacher to make sure you do not unnecessarily endanger yourself” Shinsou reassured you, but it only made the heat beneath your skin burn harder than any fire you could have tried to light. Shinsou however continued his lecture, unbothered “Besides, lighting candles requires to conjure fire, and not just manipulate an existing one. It is slightly too advanced for what I had in mind for tonight. But perhaps some other time soon”

You felt better knowing that Shinsou wasn’t completely rejecting your request. He was merely postponing it; even going as far as offering to teach you about it later. It was enough for you.

Shinsou’s fingers left your chin, and you couldn’t help but inch forward, unconsciously trying to follow after his touch. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, and cleared you throat to regain a semblance of composure.

“Starting with water would be easier” Shinsou told you after stepping back, unfazed by your inner turmoil. “And being able to manipulate it could prove useful during later experiments with fire”

Your spirits lifted at Shinsou’s small smile. You were still very eager to do real magic for the first time. “Water it is then” You agreed.

Shinsou gave you a simple task: move the water inside the jar on his desk to the glass beside it. Simple, but a prowess that would prove you were able to perform magic. You took a deep breath, and Shinsou stood beside you near the desk. It was very different reading about something and actually doing it, and you found that having never performed magic, you didn’t know how it was supposed to feel. You were at loss for a second, and Shinsou noticed it.

“First, focus on the water. You can’t see the spirit, but you can see its manifestation. That as well as the incantation will help you connect with it” He helpfully instructed. “You should feel the spirit’s nature echo with you. Supple and calm. Then, picturing or gesturing the movement you wish for the spirit to follow should do the trick”

You inhaled and focused your gaze on the water inside the glass jar. It was still. Calm. You tried to remember what the spirit looked like through the magical lenses, and pictured it in your mind overlapping with the clear liquid.

“Aquamenti” You whispered, unconsciously lifting your hand towards the water. There was a tingle in your fingers; a ghost of a cold touch. A connection to something fresh, supple, and calm. You didn’t have time to delve on how strange and new all of this felt; you were too focused on the task at hand. The rest came to you as crystal clear and instinctive as water running down the riverbed. You lifted your pointer finger and immediately the water in the jar started to wave. You traced a path from the jar to the glass with the same finger, and by magic, water simply flew from one container to the other.

Once the task was done, you let your hand fall down beside you, and just like that, the spell was lifted; the connection broken. The magic gone.

You exhaled, started breathing again, realization of what you did dawning upon you. You just cast your first spell.

“A flawlessly executed water spell” Shinsou commented, his low voice startling you. You almost forgot he was there. You turned to him, an impossibly wide grin on your face.

“I did it” You whispered, incredulously looking at your hands “I did magic”

Shinsou graciously nodded his head. “Indeed. Did the experience live up to your expectations?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with conceit.

“It felt amazing” You beamed, excited. “Can I try again? I’m sure there are many easy tricks you can teach me”

Shinsou’s eyes widened before he half snorted, half chuckled. “I’m afraid it is quite late and further experimentation would have to wait at least until tomorrow morning”

Your teacher was a voice of reason that you should follow. Yet after that wonderful new sensation that performing magic brought you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find sleep. With a pout, you still agreed to leave it at that for tonight.

Before stepping out of Shinsou’s office, you turned to him. “Good night. And thank you.” You paused, clasping your hands behind your back as his violet gaze fell on you. “Truly, thank you for everything” You told him quietly. “For the saving me from that Djinn. For the opportunity to learn magic…. And for the beautiful dresses” You smiled at your feet, a little shy under Shinsou’s steady gaze.

The mage hesitated, his smile dropping before he replied. “It is no trouble. Every mage should be trained” His eyes left your face, his expression looking almost sad. “Have a good rest” He dully told you before he went back into hiding in his parchments and books. He said it was late but he clearly wasn’t intent on sleeping soon.

His reply to your gratitude left you oddly disappointed. You expected more of a reaction from him, but you supposed he was probably being modest, or shy. This apprentice thing was as new to him as it was to you after all. What mattered most was that you got to tell him how grateful you were. With that silver lining in mind, and a leap to your steps, you left him to his solitude.

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #shinsou x you #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #hydrangea writes #bnha x you #bnha x reader #ao3 shinsou #mha shinsou

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HOTD S2 EP3 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

sorry it took longer for me to post my thoughts. i had to take a moment to calm myself. i was shaking and crying. and then i wrote most of the post when tumblr decided to simply not save it 😒 this is my second attempt. enjoy

let’s start at the beginning shall we?

so happy to have milly back on another episode! the scene was weird as fuck though. daemon seriously needs to get out of harrenhal.

i feel very disconnected to daemon when he’s in harrenhal. i know most of the scenes are dreams but like he barely reacts to them? i don’t know how to explain it other than it’s sort of out of character?

then we get the bit at the dock. makes me wonder if rhaenys knows that alyn is one of corlys bastards? i think she does especially the way she says that their mom must’ve been really beautiful.

alicent asking for moon tea is hilarious. she’s trying to be so slick and failing. but also i thought moon tea was a plan b situation i didn’t realize it was fully an abortive tea!

love how larys catches on to it within a second. and he says what we all think NO ONE FUCKING CARES. my god alicent! you’re fucking criston cole. we all know. no one cares. you served your duty as wife to the king now he’s dead and your ‘free’ literally no one is judging you for fucking around.

now baela and jace are serving 💅🏽 with the outfits. i adore them they look so good! they are the IT couple rn and they deserve that title.

why must criston cole feel the need to call rhaenyra a whore? honey you are projecting. you are in fact the whore.

that lord deserves an award for defending rhaenyra. i was so damn happy when he told criston cole he doesn’t deserve the white cloak. YOU TELL HIM LORD. he should’ve called him alicents little bitch while he was at it.

the greens council…it was hard to watch. first of all, all aemond does is smolder and fangirl over daemon. whenever he’s not plotting some agenda he’s writing fanfics about his uncle i swear!

that being said i felt second hand embarrassment when aegon was not able to speak high valyrian. then again i thought he wasn’t going to even understand in the first place so its better than nothing.

now i’m gonna go on a big tangent regarding aegon.

i didn’t like him at all in the first season. he did some horrible things and i have not forgotten about them but i truly feel for him.

the fact that he’s inadequate at being a king is constantly rubbed in his face and it doesn’t fail to hurt him. he never wanted to be king. he knew viserys did not want him as king. so he never prepared.

he was forced on the throne as alicent and otto wanted more power for some reason. so now he’s trying his best to be a king and act like one but he’s always being undermined by everyone around him.

otto straight up told him viserys didn’t want him there. and alicent literally told him to sit pretty and let them do all the talking. it’s humiliating and frustrating.

i get alicent’s point about listening to others around you who have more experience but in reality they don’t want to offer advice. they want to act in his name. they don’t want him to do anything. they don’t think he’s capable and maybe he’s not capable but he’s trying to be. he could honestly be an actual king if anyone actually gave him a chance.

they all treat him like this object not like a person which is why he keeps making all these shitty decisions.

then she has the audacity to talk about all the sacrifices her and otto made to get him the crown?? HE DIDNT WANT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU HIGHTOWERS ARE A GREEDY BUNCH.

aemond is the person he thought could help him but that fucking psycho has plans of his own.

it’s isolating. it fucks with his mind. but i guess that’s enough for now. i could write a whole fucking essay on aegon.

so then we are back with daemon at harrenhal and honestly it’s getting a little boring. except for the moment where daemon is displaying as aemond. top tier comedy.

but we get a glimpse of laena!! i love having these actresses back if only for a scene. i hope we get a vision with viserys. i miss paddy ☹️

oh they mentioned benjicot!!! now we all look stupid cause that ‘davos’ guy was really not benji. (i still love the fanfics though. he’s a handsome man)

so rhaenyra disappears once more and the council doesn’t take jace, baela or rhaenys serious enough. it’s frustrating but omg the way jace spoke to rhaenyra when she retuned ???!!

my mother wouldn’t have taken that lightly

but it’s rhaenyra so she’s a sweetheart as always. i gotta say though that she’s taking things so calmly? like she took forever to return to dragonstone while the greens kept plotting. where were you girliepop?

i understand wanting to make sure the only way to get through this is through war but some urgency would be nice.

did jace learn how to speak like that from daemon? cause it was giving daemon including how he rested his hand on the sword handle.

now onto the battle at rooks rest:

where do i fucking start?

rhaenys is a queen. she is a true soldier. she knows how to battle. SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

if she said dracarys once…it was a lot.

ATTACK MELEYS. that’s how you fucking do it. that’s how you fight with dragons not just spewing fire at each other.

rhaenys is a queen and i had so many high hopes but i knew…we all knew she wouldn’t make it. i think she knew as well and it was so devastating. it’s one of the reasons why i was shaking at the end and crying too.

hey alexa please play ‘birds of a feather’ by billie eilish.

she survived so much but vhagar is just too fucking big. maybe if she hadn’t been sent alone this wouldn’t have happened.

so far this has been what has hurt me the most because i love rhaenys’ character and its gonna be so sad not having her around.

granted she went down like a true warrior. it was honorable.

sunfyre is the prettiest dragon to date. i’m so happy we finally got to see him. my gosh it brings me so much happiness to see aegon interacting with sunfyre. that man deserves some happiness in his life. it was truly heart warming.

now i don’t know what the fuck has gotten into aemond. i went to liking his character to completely hating him.

it’s truly each man for himself with this fucking family. tell me how aemond looked straight at aegon (who was happy to see his brother coming to aid) and yelled dracarys. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

this is what happens when you have shitty parents.

i’m not going to fucking stand here and say aegon was innocent when he has teased aemond all his life but does it warrant KILLING YOUR BROTHER? all because he teased you on the brothel when he saw you with your substitute mommy? GROW THE FUCK UP. I know he’s thirsting for the throne but my man you’ll get the chance trust me. THIS IS NOT THE WAY

FUCK i never thought i’d be on aegons side but then again no one on the show is on his fucking side. they don’t treat him like a fucking person but yet another thing to manipulate and it pisses me off

stricking him down wasn’t enough aemond had to find him and put his sword through his body too. thank fuck for criston cole. now that’s something i never thought id say

now i don’t know if he’s alive or dead. i personally think he’s alive but geez aemond. what the fuck?

why didn’t you give him the opportunity to flee in season 1? why must you do this?

if aegon is dead…i’ll be devastated. i’ve grown to like his character these last couple of episodes.

HELL EVEN CRISTON COLE WAS SHOCKED

THE ONLY ONE WHO WORRIED FOR AEGON THIS WHOLE EPISODE

Just goes to show how shitty these people are.

Bottom line. Meleys and Rhaenys had an honorable death. Inevitable once Vaghar joined in because that dragon is much too big. I wanted her to flee but I knew she wouldn’t. She has honor. ✊

also is alicent’s brother dead? or is he around somewhere?

i desperately need more helaena next episode. we didn’t even get a glimpse of her this episode. but if she’s gonna get hurt then i’d rather not have her on the episode. don’t know how ill live if that precious bean is hurt.

this post could’ve been better but my progress was ruined when tumblr decided to delete the post i was working on.

as always feel free to comment so we can talk more about this.

kisses! -Nikki 🤍

#hotd spoilers #hotd s2 #hotd season 2 #house of the dragon season 2 #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targeryan #alicent hightower #hotd helaena #hotd #hotd aemond #criston cole

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TOH Gallery Nucleus Info!

All right! The Gallery Nucleus livestream just ended, so here’s some info and trivia I found relevant!

When asked what they would’ve liked to see in S3 that they couldn’t fit in, JBO said “more dates”, while Cissy replied merely “Detention”. Sarah wanted to see the kids go to school, and Shawn Responts suggested one of the demon kids visisting the doctor, and us learning about demon physiology that way.

JBO continued his answer, saying he’d like to see the kids explore more via a road trip, with so many options; Maybe Maine where they’d be trapped in a lighthouse, or a haunted, mossy Charleston. The group joked about Hunter driving, or Vee disguised as an adult.

Sam Bosma would’ve liked to see them visit a comic con and see some Cosmic Frontier stuff, especially for Camila!

Cat Harman Mitchell suggested a grocery store; In exploring concepts for the Thanks to Them end credit illustrations, one idea was thrown out of Amity and Hunter looking suspiciously at a banana; Which, I guess that means the Demon Realm having bananas was retconned, Amity is also really sheltered, and/or Demon Bananas are much deadlier than human ones, hence Amity’s distrust. Gus and Willow would’ve been stoked by a bottle of mustard, which I find connects nicely to Gus’ ‘mustard ravioli’ recipe that he thought Camila loved!

Eden Riegel said she’d like to see King visit the human world and become a youtuber!

Amity’s witch outfit from the S3 montage was designed after Vivian from Paper Mario… Vivian is a trans girl, could this mean…?

The Duolingo homage initially looked too much like Garfield, so they had to change it.

In designing the Boiling Isles, they looked to Flemish and Dutch architecture, avoiding Gothic because it was too obvious and also complicated; Hieronymous Bosch paintings served as inspiration. The one thing that was too gross even for Dana was Latissa, AKA the Titan’s armpit, which initially had a lot more hair follicles.

It was confirmed that in designing the Boiling Isles, they had this idea of the Titan trying to regenerate, hence all of the fleshy masses, body parts, too many bones, etc.! Which can I say, as someone who guessed and analyzed all the way back in Season 1A… I CALLED IT!!!

JBO also mentioned that in early drafts, the show’s sixth episode (of S1) would’ve had Camila in the Demon Realm!

Likewise, he revealed that Belos wasn’t always Emperor; Originally, there was going to be an insect ruling family, with the current ruler being Emperor Pupa. However, they were stuck in their cocoon and had yet to emerge because of Belos, who claimed to be the only one who understood why the cocoon screamed; They changed the idea as it was too complicated and weird. VERY reminiscent of the Titan’s will, the implication he’s still alive and trying to regenerate, showing glyphs, not to mention the giant heart in the throne room…

Vee is around Luz’s age, at about 15-ish! All the kids would be entering Sophomore year, while Hunter is a Junior!

According to Rebecca, Dana said the timeskip was a few months, and the exact number didn’t matter, because in the end the characters would still act the same. Tbh, I respect that; Writing the main story and keeping in mind what matters, really does take precedence over the little details in the back imo.

Luz’s palisman egg is in her fanny pack!!! She took it with her into the Demon Realm!

In regards to the QnA, the first question asked that for writing a show like TOH, where everything comes full-circle, what was solidified?

JBO said that the main and only thing (and this can change!) is knowing exactly who the characters are. One of Dana’s great strengths is the cast, and having believable characters that you could know what they’d do in a situation. One thing that’s hard about TOH but helps make it what it is, is that the writers had to throw out a lot of stuff to get to what they felt was real and right. You go in with characters and think you know what they want and need, but that can change; It’s really about knowing what feels real. JBO also said that Dana had certain visuals/images she wanted for the ending of the show from the start!

When asked what surprised them for making it in, even if it was too gross; Andy Garner-Flexner brought up the magic shop the kids visited and all of the references, like the Ness shirt. They also put some Pokemon Team Aqua and Magma costumes in some boxes too! Fun fact, Andy’s husband asked him to hide a bunny for him in the background of S2 near the ending.

Surprisingly, some stuff would be gross or messed-up, and they’d make it even worse, only for the execs to love it; Like Flapjack’s death scene! Oof…

The crew had to avoid religious connotations for background books, so a D&D manual called “Advanced Sinning” was cut. Showing guts was fine, but no Donald Duck; Shawn wanted to put in a Donald Duck easter egg, for the implication he visited the Demon Realm or was even from it. Copyright was the hardest thing to get past execs in general… They tried to get Disney’s version of Hades on Luz’s wallpaper, but had to settle for the videogame instead. Cat can’t believe they got away with Hollow Mind and Lilith’s ice cream scene.

In regards to favorite fan theory? Sarah Nicole-Robles explained she didn’t know the plot in advance, so when she got the scripts for S2, she wondered if Hunter would be a homewrecker for Lumity, but was relieved and confirmed that no, he’s a SIBLING. Rebecca loved the Collector Luz theory, and JBO joked about the “Lego Eda” theory being right, their plans for a spin-off of her… Not to take it too seriously but this does remind me of my theory about the Collector turning everyone into toys…

In regards to a premise for a TOH spinoff, Sarah said she’d love an MTV cribs one-off of the Owl House, a tour of the rooms. Cat wanted a Lilith show about her historian adventures; Maybe a How I met your Mother style flashback show for the adults as teens, and how they got to the point they are now.

Andy wanted a Raeda prequel; JBO wanted to explore the deep past of the Demon Realm and the world beyond the isles. The characters would be unconnected to TOH’s on the surface; Different characters in a different part of the world. Rebecca joked about a Hooty spin-off.

In regards to the hardest character to work on; For JBO it was Belos… He was hard to write because he’s from so many different places and lived lots of lives in the Demon Realm, they had to ask does he have a set slang, a way he talks? Does he talk like a colonist? Likewise, Belos’ plans and motives are a secret for a good portion of the show, so it was tricky figuring out how much to reveal and when throughout the show.

Andy said that because he asked Dana, they changed the way they did glasses in side-profiles! This change can also be seen in Them’s the Breaks, Kid; Was he responsible for that too?

For Cat, one challenge was how short King was; They had to go for the shortcut of him riding on shoulders. This is because they’d want to do shots of characters, but not show their feet, but King was so short he’d be cut-off; So they went for the “Pikachu solution” to keep him in-frame.

When asked what their palismen would be, Sam Bosma said a penguin; Rebecca wanted a deer/elk, anything with antlers to stab with and use as a melee weapon in conjunction with magic. Andy went for a mole (which is also his fursona), JBO asked if anyone had a moth palisman? Shawn said he’d be a giant ground sloth, about the size of the Bat Queen, that he’d have to drag around.

Cissy went for a honey badger, since it could get stuff done; Be mean for her when she’s too nice. Sarah brought up a puppy, dragon, octopus (this last one reminds me of Thanks to Them!), Cat would be a puffball cat; The opposite of Ghost’s sleekness, just fuzz and eyes.

When asked what Hunter’s first day at Hexside would be like, JBO said that he’d simply “turf out”. Rebecca said he’d get eaten by a locker, as did Sarah; Rebecca explained Hunter would make the mistake of putting food into his locker, so the next time he opened it…

Cissy of course said detention. Cat said Hunter would get lost; Rebecca said Flapjack would have to help, and everyone cringed because y’know, JBO said that was too soon.

Someone asked how they approached fleshing out Camila through a dream sequence? JBO explained that from the start, they KNEW she was a good mom and wanted what was best for Luz, and not in a super wrong-headed way either. But at the start of the show, all we had was that she sent Luz to camp, so it was hard to reconcile this take with that action. It took a lot of thought, how did this happen? Everyone had their own experiences with their moms worked in.

In the end, the writers realized they’re all at that part of life where you realize your parent is their own person and doesn’t feel any older than anyone else. So when they looked at Camila as her own person and not just Luz’s mom, that helped them make their breakthrough on her character.

Andy brought up as another bit of Camila characterization was the background, and all of the queer community books she was reading; Not only does she support in one way, but she’s learning. And in regards to what Camila went through after Manny passed…

In the background, you can see signs of things being unfinished in the house; A lot of things incomplete, boxes not yet unpacked. It’s like a stand-still in time; Camila couldn’t keep going with some of these things. There were still boxes at the end of the hall with the family photos, it was half-painted. Given the short runtime, they really used the background and environmental storytelling to flesh out Camila this way.

When asked what coven they would be, Andy mentioned he thought of this answer in anticipation of that type of question, on his way to the event. He considered Oracle or Construction but decided on being a wild witch. Rebecca went for Abominations or Beastkeeping; JBO also wanted Abominations, so he could get to the bottom of what this thing is that he’s making, and talk to it; Is it bad to have it blown up every other second? Someone jokingly suggested what if Abominations were just Titan boogers.

Cat chose Illusions, Shawn opted for Potions and Oracle. Sam Bosma went for a smaller coven from Covention, like the Tiny Cat Coven. Sarah decided Bad Girl Coven was a cop-out answer, so considered Plant or Beastkeeping, ended up really feeling the former today. Lilith would be Emperor’s Coven; Just kidding, it’d be beast-keeping to keep all eight-legged friends far away. Eden chose Bard Coven.

When asked about the human outfits they liked, Bosma mentioned he loved the Cosmic Frontier ones; They always had the red and yellow in mind as a DS9 reference, but he still experimented with other colors.

At one point, Dana couldn’t decide between two Gus shirts; So she flipped a USB drive instead of a coin, and with that opted for his Dinosaur shirt! Cat said Hunter’s wolf shirt was a vibe; Andy mentioned they ‘tortured’ Matthieu Cousin by asking for more and more costume variations, until he said he needed a break for his wrist. Andy said Amity’s fits were good, Sarah concurred that Amity looked so hot and was killing it.

When asked if Flapjack ever tried flapjacks, Sarah said objectively yes. Rebecca figured he probably did; Andy suggested it was because of Camila, and Flapjack was told he was eating flapjacks too, but didn’t know if they were good.

(This led to a question among the group of whether palismen had taste buds, which they figured only Dana could answer. We know palismen hate the taste of goreberries, so the answer is yes!)

When asked what the characters’ zodiac signs would be… Dana prepped Rebecca with an answer ahead of time for this; She told Rebecca to tell them that Earth’s astrological calendar didn’t exist in the Demon Realm, they didn’t even have the same number of months. It’s a much more confusing system and they can’t answer that question; There’s thirteen months and 666 days, and the animals associated with each month are worms or other tube-shaped creatures.

(Andy did say he HC’ed Willow as a Virgo since he was one too and related to her. This isn’t canon however.)

When asked what anime the kids would like, Andy brought up My Hero Academia, Naruto, Yuyu Hakusho (which inspired his fashion choices). JBO said Gus would really get into a show about some dude addicted to gambling but also GREAT at it, always finding a way to pull it off; Like a mahjong anime.

In regards to their favorite creature/demon, it was the skin-eating fairy from the first episode for Cissy, whom Eden voiced! Cat said Hooty was a disgusting work, Rebecca liked the little version of the Owl Beast and had a plush on hand of it! For Andy, it was Titans. Bosma liked the detention guards, and…

Shawn said he liked the Bat Queen; And in their discussion, JBO revealed she wasn’t the Titan’s palisman (pointing out he was too big for her), she just belonged to a giant who lost her. Shawn liked her story of becoming a ruler after that incident.

And that’s it! Very illuminating stuff about production. Very sad to hear the Bat Queen’s backstory here, since it likely means we won’t have it addressed in S3, nor will the writers retcon her as the Titan’s to fit it into the remaining storyline. Thrilled about what we heard of the Titan’s regeneration and Belos’ original story concepts, especially since I WAS correct in likening him to a beetle in Season 1B, after all! Between this and Titan King, my earliest S1 theories have been getting vindicated, babey!

#the owl house #luz noceda #emperor belos #philip wittebane #the owl house hunter #the owl house bat queen

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live reactions to house of the dragon season 2, episode 7

as always, this is just for fun🖤

spoilers below the cut

Has EVERY episode’s intro been slightly different this season, or am I losing it?👀

Getting right into it.

I’m going with others on this one in saying Rhaenyra initially might have believed Laenor had returned🥲

Syrax and Seasmoke reunion is probably not what they would have imagined either…

Addam: “you gotta believe me, this dragon chose ME😅😅😅”

Alicent talking about women being cast aside or hated as though she did not facilitate BOTH of those things being done to Rhaenyra many times over🫥

So it was Seasmoke Rhaena tried to claim previously, and it “nearly devoured her”…. And yet they expected better results with someone who had even less Targaryen (AND Velaryon) blood than Rhaena?😅

“What if the rider? Do we know who he is?” YOU should know him, Corlys😂

I love you Rhaenyra but Syrax isn’t give Aemond and Vhaegar any second thoughts😅😅😅

“A common shipwright vows to serve you, while your brother seeks to destroy you.” Nothing but facts here 🫡

“Let us raise an army of bastards.” POETIC JUSTICE, IM HERE FOR IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“Well done” is all Corlys has to say. Not sure why part of me expected more.

I love how Oscar Tully isn’t scared of Daemon. Tell him like it is, my lord.

The fish scale looking armor is so cool.

Ser Simon’s looking nervous as hell😅😂

“The King in the Riverlands!” “The King in the-“ oh wait, wrong show😅

Wait, what’s going on👀👀👀

Wowwwww, Daemon’s really just gonna stand by while this goes down?!?

Oh wait, it’s even WORSE, WTF——-

See, I’ve let most of the changes slide without comment, but now this is a change that I HAVE to comment on. How are we supposed to believe that House Blackwood won’t be bitter with Daemon now after what happened to Willem?! And they were one of Rhaenyra’s most steadfast supporters in Fire and Blood, no?!?!

Aegon’s looking 20+ older😅

I wish I could feel more sympathetic for Aegon. But I remember what he did in season 1, and I’m not willing to overlook it.

Alicent gave up on parenting her Aegon, so Larys is stepping up😇

“I am of salt and sea.” Isn’t that almost verbatim what Baela told Corlys the heir to Driftmark needed to be?👀

Noooooo, please don’t send the children to Pentos😭

Rhaena “time to shoot my shot” Targaryen. Just like her mother with Vhaegar.

“Mongrels.” *”really?!* look from Rhaenyra😂

“Did you think I would have dark hair?” WE CANNOT HAVE THIS CONVO RIGHT NOW, please. My heart cannot take this….

I stg if this is there last serious convo before the Gullet…

Jace begging Rhaenyra not to pursue the lowborn dragonriders in order to protect his own claim in the future… echoes to young Rhaenyra arguing with Viserys about being replaced with Alicent’s children💔

Also, Jace foreshadowing almost verbatim as to what will happen with the two Betrayers…

I’ve decided Ulf isn’t a Targaryen bastard at all, just a drunk who crafted a clever lie to keep him drinking for free.

Now Hugh, on the other hand- I’m more inclined to believe his story. Regardless of what happens.

Really? The dragon keepers abandoning Rhaenyra in her hour of need? It’s a good thing they didn’t exist in the book, because something tells me if they did, they wouldn’t have done that🤷🏼‍♀️

Rhaenyra’s outfit though👌🏻

As happy as I am to see Baela present and offering her support, Jace’s absence is even more apparent🥲

Also, and this is extremely random, I love how whenever we have Dragonstone scenes, we can always hear dragons in the background. Makes the emptiness in GOT scenes in Dragonstone heavier.

Loveeee that some of these “Targaryen bastards” have dark hair. Lends weight to Targaryen white/silver hair need not always be dominant as proof of parentage.

I wanna know how they summoned Vermithir TO the cave… or are there like different caves/“nests” for each dragon?👀 because if that’s true, that’s cool as hell and also extremely practical

RHAENYRA, THE DRAGON WHISPERER/QUEEN🖤

They really all dipped as soon as possible😅

Did Ulf just get swept away, or-

The amount of foreshadowing with Rhaenyra this season is actually insane

Oooo, calling it now, Ulf is gonna go wandering out, and find Silverwing along the way.

Damn, Vermithor really out here just having a snack until he finds who he’s looking for👀

Hugh being claimed by trying to save someone else’s life says something… still wandering what on earth goes wrong

Aw, Vermithor looks kinda happy. Do you think he’s been lonely all these years without the Old King?🥲

Silverwing really just casually nudging Ulf away from her eggs like😂😂😅

Then immediately going, “we gonna go for a flight now, or?!”

Imagine being a peasant in King’s Landing, being on the brink/in the middle of war, knowing almost all Targaryens (that you’re aware of) have dragons of their own, and all the sudden seeing the dragon of Good Queen Alysanne with a new rider, just flying about King’s Landing…

That ending shot though!!!!!🖤🖤🖤🔥🔥🔥

King’s Landing, a certain queen is coming for you🤭🖤

DREAMFYRE?!?! FINALLY?!

I will not survive next week if the Gullet is now moved to season 3. Please💔💔💔

#house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon season 2 #HOTD 2

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4D !!!

Daily Life! Most interesting!

So, of course, one's routine depends on factors like culture, financial assets, and personal preferences, so I'll use different characters (all 17 as to give all of them something in common) to illustrate different types of lives:

Lia: 17 years old, orphan that leads a fairly ordinary life. Can be considered the control group

Wakes up early, at around 5

Works binding books and journals at a shop in a relatively small town

Goes home to have lunch (will invite a friend over most of the time) and does her own house chores

Takes a walk around her city's park and then goes back to her job

Walks back home and picks up a copy of the latest social column, reads it with her roommates while they knit/sew/mend/ or do anything that requires their hands

Gets ready to go to any ball or festival they might be having.

If not makes dinner and goes to bed, usually not without reading more serious news or about something that interests her

Melody 17 years old, newly presented to society and unmarried, is Lady Cloverluck but delegates a lot of her responsibilities as she lives in the Facetless islands. Dropped out of school only a year into the program due to an injury she had to keep secret. Doesn't need to work outside of managing the estate, so she decides to help everyone out by doing the chores

She'll wake up at dawn and swiftly go downstairs to get breakfast ready for all the Keysmet residents.

There is a small baby living with them at this point (I'll have to expand on this later) and Melody is in charge of taking care of her during mornings and afternoons. By the one hour mark breakfast is being served and the baby wakes up

She feeds the kid and plays with her for an hour or so while the rest of the group clears out the breakfast table

Nap time for the baby and she'll do some chores like preparing a grocery list, mending whatever clothes need it, setting up for lunch

She reads and studies things she likes for awhile, will tend to the garden before the sun gets too harsh

Starts preparing lunch and Adan (AW) leaves his little office to stay with the baby and play with her. Around this time the rest of the group is going to classes

Sets the table. Ayda and Oryn (OK) come back home from classes/work for lunch and they eat together

Nap time for the baby and she does a round of cleaning around the house. Luna, her sister (LC) will come home from school around this time and help

Writes letters to the Diadem Representative in response to his reports on what's happening. If it's late in the month she'll help Adan with keeping track of house expenses

Leisure and reading time in the garden :D (usually with a cup of tea and some pastries)

Make dinner with help from either Oryn or Corym

Everyone comes back from work and has dinner together

Someone will read aloud and they'll stay around the hearth. After a few chapters they'll stop and settle into conversation (or she gets ready for some kind of party. Depends on the night)

Everyone goes to their rooms and Melody does some final tidying up with Adan (Again, only if they both didn't have a party to go to)

She goes to her room after giving the baby to whoever has the night shift and gets ready for bed, sometimes sneaking in some reading before falling asleep

Dysis 17 years old, Princess of Stemma but married to the Kreat King, Enver (17 going on eighteen), for diplomatic reasons. Is now Queen.

Wakes up at about 7:30, sometimes eight, and has breakfast with her husband

They usually sleep in separate rooms but have a great friendship (maybe it will turn into something more tho 🤫) so it's an enjoyable affair

Gets dressed in formal outfits for the court. Depending on the week there are either no meetings or 5, but she still wears her semi-formal outfits to work in her office, where she writes letters, reads through reports, etc.

The work is split evenly between King and Queen, but most times they work together

She has lunch with friends most days, but is alone with Enver on others

Writes letters to her mother, to her father, to her brothers and journals. Her wrists get so, so sore.

Gets ready for a ball in the city or in the palace if there's some occasion. If there isn't, more reading or she'll go for a walk in the gardens

Goes over menus with the kitchen staff for the next day

Gets ready for bed and finishes writing her letters. Enver will usually knock on her door and lay on her bed for a while and they talk a lot. Sometimes he'll brings books so they can read together. Quality time is a big part of both their lives

And that's three very different young girls with three very different lives! All of them have their own struggles and joys, but they all live quite a fulfilling life to their standards :)

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sirenalannysgreyjoy · 2 months

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Avoiding the Iron Price: with @torrhen-manderly

Alannys had never been one to turn up her nose to acquiring items by their gold price. Like any religious ironborn, she preferred to receive her items through the iron price, but she could acknowledge when violence wouldn’t serve her needs as easily as handing over a few pieces of gold would. She also figured if the gold had been won through conquest, she was essentially still paying the iron price to buy whatever she desired. Today though, she was beginning to understand those who refused to pay the gold price for anything they owned. Alannys had learned quickly throughout her stay in King’s Landing that she had patience for neither its shopkeepers nor their haggling.

The shopkeeper in front of her kept continuously wringing his hands as his eyes took in her intricate hair and outfit. “My lady, I can’t sell you these daggers. I wouldn’t want you to harm yourself or for your lord father to become upset. I had some issues with that a few moons ago. You understand, don’t you?”

Alannys knew now she had made a mistake when choosing her outfit for this outing. She had a love for hair jewelry and had taken the time to pull her hair up and thread through a silver chain she’d stolen on one of her raids that contrasted beautifully against her dark hair. She had also put on a long flowing purple gown that was both gorgeous and loose enough for her to fight in if needed and to hide her knives underneath. She looked lovely, but clearly too lovely for this man to take her seriously when it came to buying weapons. “My father is Dalton Greyjoy. He gave me my first dagger when I was an infant. He’s not going to care if you sell one to me now,” Alannys snapped, doing her best to contain her temper. She had promised to behave while she was in the capitol and she figured threatening random shopkeepers didn’t count as behaving herself.

The shopkeeper raised his hands in a helpless fashion. “If you bring your lord father back with you, I would be more than happy to sell you whatever you wish, my lady.”

Alannys sighed, knowing that wasn’t an option. Her father would do it for her, but she would never hear the end of it from her other siblings, particularly Toron. She scanned the crowd, her eye catching on a man who looked vaguely familiar. She’d seen him around the Red Keep, though she couldn’t remember what family he was from. She did remember he was from the North, which could be helpful. A northman was no ironborn, but he was fiercer than a southerner.

Mind made up, Alannys approached the man and tapped his shoulder. “I need your help. There’s this shopkeeper who refuses to sell me the daggers I want without the presence of my father. I could force the issue, but I promised to keep my violence to a minimum while I was in King’s Landing. I would look elsewhere, but the three daggers he’s selling are perfect for throwing and keeping hidden underneath my clothes. Besides, it’s such an insulting idea to think a woman should need her father’s permission to own a dagger. Is it like this all over the green lands?” Alannys certainly hoped not, but she had a feeling there were many shopkeepers like the one she had just met who believed a woman should never hold a weapon. She internally thanked the Drowned God again for allowing her to have been born in the Iron Islands. “I’m Alannys Greyjoy,” she said quickly, realizing she had forgotten to introduce herself. “I’ll give you the gold and I’ll owe you a favor if you help me with this.” Nobody did anything for free after all.

#a song of golden fire and black blood #asongofgf&bb #asongofgf&bbstarter #hotd rp #hotd au rp #alannys's threads #avoiding the iron price #asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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AITA for making numerous attempts at trying to dominate my enemies, and resorting to different personae and tactics each time?

I (40s, M) am the king of an army, and we've been at war with a different species for a long time.

When we first learned about this species, they apparently really liked bananas. Our first incident with this group was stealing the banana horde they had. Unfortunately, two members of that group managed to make it all the way to my ship and gave me a hefty beating, and got their banana horde back.

But I didn't give up war with them. Eventually, I wanted to try again and WIN. And so I tried again. Next time, I kidnapped the stronger of the two beings that fought me on the ship, and demanded the banana horde as a ransom. I also gave myself a more piratey outfit, including a large pirate-like hat, and used a blunderbuss as the weapon of choice that time. But the smaller of the two that fought me on the ship last time showed up AGAIN, this time he brought a girl with him, and they beat me. I lost. AGAIN.

I tried a third time, though. This time, I kidnapped both beings that battled me the first incident. Also this time, I created a giant propeller robot to serve as my crew's "puppet leader" while I disguised myself as a Frankenstein-like figure. I believed that kidnapping both individuals that fought me in the first incident could've made me finally win.... but two meddling kids, one of them from the second incident, managed to foil all my plans this time and beat me. I lost YET ANOTHER TIME.

I still didn't give up. I tried again a fourth time. And this time, I upped my ambitions. I've become increasingly vengeful due to my losing streak, and so this time I decided to go so far as to try to blow up my enemies' entire island. Me and my army were on a mechanical island, making a giant blasting weapon that would accomplish this task. I also then kidnapped four members of my enemy's group as well as stealing their banana horde again. The leader of the enemy group, the one that fought me the first time and that I kidnapped in the two following incidents, was occupied in retrieving the bananas and his flea-bitten friends while we were preparing our blasting weapon to destroy his island in the process.

However, somehow, even THAT failed. The thing, we actually finalized the work of our blasting weapon, but the enemy group all came together and broke into our area before we could have a chance to blast off our weapon. They shut down our island, and I had to flee in a large airship, which then crashed. The enemies then entered that airship, and they walked into a boxing area where I was ready to fight them with a boxer outfit.

All five members beat me in that boxing area. The last and biggest member punched me out of the ring, and then I was blasted off the spaceship by another member that fired off a big shot. And then I was beaten senseless by a giant traitorous member of my crew that we previously locked up for refusing to comply with our plans.

DRATS! I just wanted to win for once! I tried all these different methods and none of them worked. Do I ever get a chance to win?

AITA or was I good to keep trying all these varying methods and hopefully win for once?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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blossom-adventures · 2 years

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Tagging @hauntedadagium @seradyn and @savage-rhi thank you for the support you’ve all shown me while I’ve been working on this, I hope you all like what I have so far ❤️🖤

A Tall Glass of Red Wine

An Ardyn x Reader Fic

Ok… the prologue and chapter 1 are here, I apologise in advance if I get some of the tenses are mixed up, it’s my first proper attempt at a xReader fic so I’m still getting used to the phrasing (it’s especially difficult because I’m working on an OC story for Skyrim too and I find myself writing “her” and “she” instead of “you” sometimes) bear with me, I’m still getting used to it 😅

This fic isn’t going to be posted as consistent as my Skyrim fic, I’m not planning a schedule for posting this fic, once I have a chapter, I’ll share it

Reference of alcohol & poisoning

Prologue

King Regis Lucis Callum, of the Crown City of Insomnia rules over all of the vast kingdom of Lucis, or maybe not so vast now, Niflheim has taken control of nearly half of the kingdom. Regis, although he has a kingdom to rule, also has his duties as a father and as an Uncle, as the only 2 left of his household, he loves them dearly - in his own way. His household consists of his son Noctis - the chosen King of Light - and his niece, a young Captain in the Kingsglaive… You.

You came into your Uncle’s care after your father tried to put on the Ring of the Lucii, he wasn’t the chosen king after all, he wasn’t worthy of the Ring. With Noctis being heir to the throne of Lucis, you were expected to marry well and be a perfect wife to a high rank noble or a prince, however, you had shown such skill with a blade that your Uncle allowed you to train with the Kingsglaive. You flourished amount their ranks, climbing the ranks quickly until you became the youngest captain ever.

As you were of the Royal line your Uncle sent you off with the Marshal to collect your own set of Royal Arms. The pair of you traveled from each of the Royal Tombs to collect the power they held inside.

Once you and the Marshal returned you were sent out again within the week to lead your Glaives on a infiltration mission into Empire controlled lands.

“Stay safe,” King Regis said to you as you prepared to leave “and don’t use your Royal Arms in Niflheim controlled lands, if they found out who you were…”

“I know Uncle, I’ll be back soon, I’m sure” you gave him a warm smile, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze

“Y/N, come on, we need to go!” You look over your shoulder at one of the other Glaives, you look back at your Uncle and he forced a smile before letting you go, you walk down the steps of the Citadel and join your fellow Glaives. A simple infiltration mission, what could go wrong?

Chapter 1 - The Poisoned Glass

Working as a servant in the Niflheim Royal Palace wasn’t what you had ever wanted to do, Niflheim was the enemy, you belonged in the Crown City of Insomnia, but you, and so many others were prisoners of war, made to serve the Empire, and you thanked the Gods everyday that your identity had been kept quiet so far, no one seemed to know who you were.

Magitech guards kept watch on the servants in the Emperor’s palace, programmed to ensure that no Lucian in the employ of the Empire did anything to harm the people they now served, there had been attempts, you knew of at least 2 men who had disappeared over the last month, that knowledge alone was enough to keep you loyal, as much as you hated the idea.

Most days you worked as a maid; cleaning the palace, taking the belongings of visiting dignitaries to their guest rooms or - as it was tonight - serving drinks in one of the many ballrooms. The men and women who were guests of the Emperor were dressed to impress, the women wore incredibly tight looking dresses that you thought looked very uncomfortable, and the men wore their finest suits… all but one at least.

The Chancellor, despite his high rank, never wore fine suits… that wasn’t to say that his outfit was dull, far from it; his black leather, ankle length coat was always worn, as was his hat and red scarf, even in the height of summer, as it was tonight. You had heard people comment on it too, although you knew that none of them would say anything to him directly, the man was an intimidating figure.

He was leaning against the wall, looking out at the party from under the rim of his hat as you passed him

“Do you have red wine with you?” He caught your attention with a snap of his fingers as he spoke

“I’m afraid not, Chancellor Izunia” you say as you approach him “only champagne, I’m sorry”

“Pity… I suppose it will have to do” he took a glass from one of your silver serving trays and waved you away to continue your rounds of the ballroom, offering drinks to the other guests. Passing out glasses to another group of guests emptied your serving tray, so you tuck it under your arm and return to the kitchens to replenish your supply

“The Chancellor’s asking for red wine, do we have any?” Another servant asked as he asked as they followed you in

“That man drinks nothing but wine, can’t he last one night without it?” The older man who ran the kitchens scoffed as he walked off, he was a fellow Lucian, that much you knew, you didn’t tend to ask questions like that, it usually got people angry and upset when they spoke of their homes. He set the fresh bottle of red wine on the counter, the young man who had asked for it pulled out the cork and poured a glass. You were collecting your fresh champagne flutes when you saw him pour something else into the glass, a fine white powder.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as he stirred the powder until it had completely dissolved

“With the Chancellor gone, then it just leaves the Emperor”

“And the whole of Niflheim’s army, are you insane!”

“Don’t you want to go home?” The young man looked at you, he looked desperate

“Of course I do… but poisoning the Chancellor is not the way to do it” you try to reach for the glass but he pulled it away from your reach and left the kitchen, you went to follow him but the older man caught your arm

“Don’t bother dear, let this be on him, alone”

“But what about the Chancellor?” You ask, the older man let out a sigh

“You have too much heart, dear, you won’t do well here if you care as much as you do” he nodded to your tray of champagne “you best get going with that, don’t want the high and mighty of Niflheim going too long without their alcohol now do we.”

Back in the ballroom, you can’t help but look over at the Chancellor, he was still leaning against the wall, looking down at his wine glass, swirling the liquid, but not drinking it, as you make your way around the hall, he catches your attention again, and waves you over.

“Is… there something wrong Sir?”

“The servant who brought me this, did he open the bottle and pour it?” You swallow your nerves that had risen to the surface

“Yes, Sir” he looked up from you and you followed his gaze, the young man was standing at the far corner of the room

“Well then, I know what he’s done… and I want him to know that what he’s done will result in someone dying”

“Sir?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke, he took your empty trays off you and handed the glass of wine, he kept his hand clasped tightly around yours, and looked at you, you could see a look in his eye that made your stomach turn

“Drink it” your eyes widen and you tried to take a step back from him, but he catches your wrist and held it tightly “you will do as I say, drink it”

“Sir, I…”

“Drink it” he repeated again, you quickly look over your shoulder, the servant responsible to this was still watching “I don’t want to have to force you” you look back at the Chancellor, then down to his hands, one holding your wrist tightly, to the point it started to hurt, and the other holding your hand and the glass he had given you, you couldn’t drop it, or even throw it at him, he was giving you no choice.

Why did I come over here, why did I feel the need to ask him anything? I’m going to die because I care too much, I’m so stupid

“I’m waiting…” the Chancellor hummed

“Fine” you manage to choke out, his lips twitched into a brief smile before you lifted the glass to your lips

“That’s it, drink up” even though he spoke in a whisper, you could hear a hit of amusement or joy in his voice, he still held the glass and your hand as you tipped the rich red wine into your mouth. It had been months since you had drunk anything so expensive and rich in flavour, it was a pleasant flavour, you thought at first that there might have been nothing wrong with it at all, but then whatever your fellow servant had put it the wine hit your system, you let out a gasp as the Chancellor let go of you, freeing your hands to clasp your throat.

You heard someone shout, a mans voice from what you could tell, but your focus was on yourself, the poison surged around your body, causing your throat to constrict and your legs to give way from under you. You felt strong arms catch you though, they lowered you to the floor.

“It’s alright” the Chancellor’s voice spoke calmly in your ear, you could feel his breath against your neck, as he spoke, your vision was blurring, all you could see were shapes moving around you “try to take deep breaths… it’s alright” you feel a hand close your eyes and brush some hair from your face as you slip unconscious.

#ardyn x reader #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ffxv #blossom writes

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