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[harri-etvane]

Angsty sentence starters: #17

Vova/Maks

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"Tell me what I can do to make you stay?"

Vova's voice is soft in the darkness of the tiny bedroom, one hand idly running through Maksym's short dark hair, thumb tracing a slow circle against the other man's temple. His question is patient, but there is a shard of need that runs through it, savagely glittering in the faint light.

He cannot imagine facing this, all this - without Maksym by his side. The thought is terrifying in its enormity.

Maksym swallows, reaching up and linking his fingers with Volodymyr's free hand.

"Tell my commanding officer I don't need to be rotated out. Tell him I don't need-- I don't want a break.."

Vova shifts a little, sighs and Maksym looks up at him from where he lies, his head in Vova's lap.

"Want and need are two different things, love."

"I need you.. to be with you."

"Yes- but you need a break, too." His own exhaustion is mundane now, everyday - he can push it to one side - but he knows that Maks feels it too, even if he doesn't wear it in the same ways and Vova cannot be the one to drag him to the limits of what he can endure.

"Come away, with me?" Maksym blurts it out, the thought ridiculous really; the idea that Vova could, would even, drop everything - the country, his people - just to go away for a while.

Volodymyr laughs, soft and sad, and regret circles in Maksym's stomach then, hating the sadness that he has called up. Vova's voice is ever quieter as he sits in the dark, confronted again with the enormity of this struggle.

"Maybe some other time."

[ilyzuko]

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[etherealsworldvision]

Let’s Soothe Your Mind

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Divider Credits: @ianrkives & @plum98

New Song Discovery for the Reading: Reservations – Dugong Jr, Julia Lostrom, Keelan Mak

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

🚨 P.S.A 🚨 : I do not give personal readings! Disclaimer: this is for entertainment only!

Added Description: all my readings are timeless and meant to reach those who resonate to the messages.

[ General Messages: Rain; Autumn; Libra and Leo Seasons, “My love do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops”- Candy Rain by Soul for Real, Longboards (Skateboarding and Surfing); Raya the Last Dragon; Dewdrop; Spicy (foods); Avatar the Last Airbender; Fire Flakes; Honeydew; Drinks; Tantrums; Saturn Hour; Saturn Placements and Aspects; (Smithsonian) Museums; 1010; Kendrick Lamar; Trouble - Taylor Swift; Caught Up; Cheat; Exclusion; (Reaction) Memes; Distrust; Camping; Tents; Connections; Frustration; Online ]

Pile 1

[ Cards: Justice; Moon Reversed; Ace of Wands; Seven of Cups Reversed; Two of Wands ]

Confirmation Messages: Gojo & Geto; Anxiety (Playlist); “Get off of me/Ew get away,” (directed towards emotions feeling stuck to your body or feels like “bugs” crawling on skin); Anxiousness; Nervousness; Shadow and Bones (?); Shadow Hunters; Slowing Down; Chaotic Energy; Out of Control; Bugs; (Breaking) Habits; Messy Thoughts; Strategic; “Playing it Cool”; Patrick Star?; Hares; Hates Feeling Emotions; Pink Flowers (Real or Artificial); Systems Down; Mewing (?)

Something new might have happened or you feel like this is the universe (or whoever you believe in) giving you something. This energy feels like Carl and Cindy’s interaction (from Jimmy Neutron). In this case you’re Carl and Cindy is the universe lol. Maybe you were in a rut or had a cycle of “unfortunate events” in regard to circumstances or people.

If you’re asking for clarification: You have free will — it’s up to you whether you want to continue what you’re doing or not. I’m not sensing anything “bad” or “malicious” intent in regards to what/who you’re inquiring about. There’s this sense of catastrophizing new things. There’s also this feeling of “too good to be true”. I don’t know if you said/thought/felt this: “I need a fucking break” is strongly coming in.

So now that you have this break — it’s almost like you don’t know what to do or how to proceed. It’s as if you’re holding a globe but you don’t get to actually go anywhere. Maybe at one point you did get experience with this, only to be let down? Either way having no control is what’s scaring you and causing this anxiousness (especially if this deals with a person).

What’s coming in for those who are iffy about proceeding: “let them, just let them because you are your own before and after meeting this person”. This can also deal with a situation too — as in this doesn’t define you. There is no need to punish/blame yourself for being afraid/ not taking this offer. It just means you weren’t ready and that’s okay. Go at your own pace.

For those of you who want to proceed with this situation/person then you’ll have to let down your walls bit by bit. Again it’s okay to go at your own pace or ask to slow down. The same applies: “let them”. The door is always open so let them or “let you”. You can always set it down and move to the next one. It’s okay.

Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What did I keep doing that keeps hurting? Why do I keep repeating this behavior?” - by WNRS

So that’s all that I’m getting for pile 1. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading this, I really appreciate it. If this resonates let me know. I am supporting you through and through 🧡!

Pile 2

[ Cards: Three of Swords Reversed; 3 of Pentacles Reversed; 6 of Swords; 5 of Pentacles Reversed; 9 Of Swords; 3 of Wands ]

Confirmation Messages: Courage; Charli XCX (Brat album); The Sun; Music; Concerts; Celebrity; Billie Eilish; Air and Earth Placements; Careless; Responsibility; Overthinker; New Things; Success; Moving On; 55; 66; 333; 9; Truth; Waiting; Patience; Releasing Judgement; Let it flow; Getting or Wanting Numbers? Holding Back; Calculated Risks; Chappell Roan; Doechii; Temptation - Raveena; Gemini; Aries

So I’m feeling like you’re releasing this heartache (for some it could be from your past?) I don’t know why, I pulled a clarification and it’s the 10 of Cups and I heard “No that’s so scary, Boo Feelings and Happiness!” So maybe you’re afraid of things working out because you were always let down in the past.

I feel like this can be about a connection (?) — there’s a lot of air coming in which means social lives. This may have come when things just started to calm down or in the midst of healing? To be honest this pile’s energy tends to overthink a lot. Like I feel like there’s this thing where you’re scared of saying the wrong thing which makes you take a step back only to make the overthinking worse. Maybe you’re asking friends what to do because I split the deck and saw 3 of Cups.

For some reason I feel like you need more reassurance so I’ll just pull out more cards for you. So I got the 2 of cups and the Eight of Wands (reversed), Judgement, and the Emperor. The first thing I’m picking up is that: you two may have opposite personalities or are awake at different times because we have two blue cards and two gold cards.

I’m also getting that the pace is painfully slow despite things going smoothly. It’s like you want to take control but you’re aware it won’t go smoothly if you rush it. For some of you there’s this thing of being afraid to take the “lead” or being pressured by society to take the lead.

(Side note: I don’t know who needs to hear this but there’s no hierarchy in a connection. There’s no, “who wears the pants” or whatever heteronormative stuff that gets constantly pushed into connections. What makes a connection work is when both people see each other as equals and accepting of one another)

You’re going to hate me for this but…it takes time and teamwork for a connection to work out. So yeah, go at your own comfortable pace (not a pace society tells you to go by) and enjoy the present time. For some reason I really have to “hammer it in” to take your time; let this connection take its time. Let things fall into place all on its own and if you feel called to do something (meaning the timing is right) then by all means take that initiative.

When you let things slowly progress you will also get a better understanding and feel of this person, from there you can see if you want to proceed or not.

Bonus Questions to Ask Yourself: “When have I given too much of myself in a relationship (could also be platonic)? What did that look like? What lesson did that leave me with?” - WNRS

That’s really all I’m getting, to be honest this reading is so chaotic and so long even though it barely reached 5 paragraphs. If you made it this far thank you so much, I appreciate it. I’m wishing you luck and please take your time!

Pile 3

[ Cards: Queen of Pentacles; 7 of Swords; Justice; Five of Cups Reversed; 8 of Pentacles; 7 of Cups; 7 of Pentacles ]

Confirmation Messages: Horror Games; Paranormal; Libra; Yellowjackets; Birds of a Feather; Unrequited; Nevada; Winter; Baby Powder; Scents; Insincerity; Friday; Outcasts; Water(falls); Late Spring; (Couples) Therapy; 777; (Down by the Water) PJ Harvey; Library; Goth (Music); Unknown; Earth Placement; Situationship; Clear Mind; Tiredness; “Success is the Best Revenge”; Lana Del Rey; Distractions; Cheating; 1:23

You may have left a connection or felt this person was dishonest. I think what made it worse is outside advice (which is ironic because y’know we’re here lol). Perhaps someone gave you the, “time heals all wounds” or “it’s okay! Just get pretty and focus on your job!” Only to feel dread, I’m not going to lie. I don’t know if you put a limit to your sadness because there’s this sense of, “I should be over this by now.” I feel like some of you did achieve this success/glow up you wanted yet still feel grief.

Honestly, it’s okay to grieve as long as you want to. There is no time limit to feel grief and sadness. Realistically speaking, grief stays with us. Grief can come in the form of memories popping up or when you feel nostalgic — that’s a part of grief and that’s okay. All we can do is look at them and see them for who they are and what they did. (Now, I’m not excusing their actions at all!) For example; it’s one of those things where someone waits for years to get closure only to get nothing and in the end they accept they’ll never get it.

I know this may sound bitter and for some bittersweet, but let the grief flow. You’re not crying over “spilt milk”, for all we know it’s not just spilt milk! Maybe it was milk you got with your hard earned money and now you don’t have milk because you just spent the last portions of your money so you can wipe your ass! So no, it’s not just milk! (lol sorry I just hate when the 5 of cups gets that connotation — there’s always something deeper to it.)

Look, distracting yourself out of emotions via deep diving in your work isn’t always the best thing to do. Sometimes you need silence (no music or sounds!) and sit with yourself. Really sit, lay or something with yourself and be vulnerable. Sit with that feeling for just a minute (not drown in it) because it’s asking to be acknowledged. Acknowledgment is a key to acceptance and with that comes the healing.

I feel like when you do acknowledge your grief, come to terms with the situation/person for who they are it’ll make the healing process bearable. I’m not saying it’ll be easier and you’ll be happy at a flip of a coin. I’m just saying because of this acceptance you may find you’re not doing your work/hobbies/goals for the sake of revenge but because it’s for you. You’re doing these things because you love it or for your own happiness/fulfillment.

Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What’s my favorite song at the moment? Why do I love it so much? (Play it for yourself)”. - by WNRS

Alrighty Pile 3 that’s all I got for you, thank you so much for reading until the very end! I appreciate it. I'm giving you some peace and love 🧡.

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You stare at the white ceiling. The light blanket draped over your body feels like a suffocating weight that’s pressing down on you. Yet, you lack the strength or mental energy to peel it away. As you lie there, it’s hard to believe that you’re back in this house, back in this room - your room.

When you first woke up, you had thought you would spend the rest of the day crying. But now, the reality of your return, the fact that you didn’t escape, that you’re back where you started, seems oddly natural. It’s as if you had always been caught in this relentless cycle and the brief moments of freedom were just cruel illusions. Of course, you didn’t escape Simon’s grasp. How could you? And for what reason did you even dare to dream of running, when your fate had already been sealed?

A chilling realisation settles heavily on you: deep within, you always knew that you weren’t going to make it too far away. The thought of escape was nothing more than a tantalising mirage that kept you going.

You sink deeper into the mattress, and your thoughts drift to Johnny, his memory filling the empty spaces of your room. His belongings, once scattered haphazardly here, are now all gone. The lack of his familiar presence, the void where he once existed, suggests that he’s probably been banished as well. Simon knows he can trust his friend. Yet he likely doesn’t want Johnny around you anymore. His presence is too dangerous for you. It sparks rebellious thoughts, ignites dangerous ideas that should have just remained as silly fantasies in your silly little head.

Simon occasionally comes into the room. Each time he appears, he brings you a meal: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He always places the neatly arranged tray on the nightstand. However, your appetite fails you every time and you never reach for the food. The meals, untouched, grow cold and then Simon, without saying anything, takes it all away.

You had thought that Simon would grow furious with your refusal to eat. Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, you braced yourself for the moment he would finally snap and unleash his pent-up frustration the moment you dared to meet his gaze. You imagined him yelling, maybe even resorting to physical violence, then dragging you to the basement to be shackled and left alone on the lumpy mattress. However, contrary to your expectations, his interactions with you are limited to occasional curt commands. He orders you to eat, to go shower, to change clothes. Sometimes you comply, sometimes not.

Day after day passes, each blending seamlessly into the next. From the confines of your bed, curled up into a tight ball and clutching your pillow, you watch the sunrises paint the sky with hues of pink and orange. A haze of sleep consumes you, pulling you into its depths and then pushing you back to reality, though every time you wake, you still feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue that never seems to lift.

Time becomes a blur, its passage marked only by the changing light outside your window. You can’t tell if only a few days, a long grueling week, or perhaps a full month has passed since Johnny found you in the forest. But the truth is, you don’t really care. What’s the point? What’s the point of caring, of trying, of devising potential escape plans when you feel the hopelessness seeping into your every pore?

There are moments when you catch yourself questioning your own sanity. What if you really do have a delusional disorder? What if you fabricated all those terrifying scenarios about Simon kidnapping you and forcing you to stay with him? Everything seemed to point in that direction. After all, when you mustered the courage to make an escape attempt, his reaction, when you were brought back home, was far from the explosive rage that you had predicted.

Instead of a storm, there was a surprising calmness, an almost passive acceptance that rocked your preconceived notions. His demeanor was mild, oddly gentle, and this discrepancy led you to question the authenticity of your own perceptions. It was as if a mirror was held up to the distortions of your own mind, casting doubts about the reality you thought you knew.

Simon himself was constantly proving to be nothing more than a caring and soothing presence. His actions were always considerate, his words tender and comforting. This gentle behavior conflicted with the image of the captor you had created in your mind, leading to further self-doubt. You found yourself wrestling with your own thoughts, trying to convince yourself that perhaps, just perhaps, you were indeed fabricating all of these disturbing scenarios.

* * *

Simon has reached his breaking point. The relentless sulking, the constant gloom, the oppressive atmosphere that hangs in your bedroom like a shroud - it’s unbearable. Each day is a mirror image of the one before: he’d make his way into your room, anticipation gnawing at him, only to find you in the exact same position in which he had left you, sprawled out on the bed in an almost lifeless manner, neglecting food and water, your gaze fixated on the wall, staring blankly as though you were lost in a world far beyond anyone’s reach.

So, on one evening, Simon decides to take matters into his own hands. He isn’t going to stand by and watch any longer. He is going to do something, anything, to bring back the light that once twinkled in your eyes.

Simon enters your room, cradling a bottle of what appears to be an extremely expensive bourbon, its golden liquid glinting under the soft evening light. His brows are furrowed in determination, a silent testament to his resolve.

He carefully places the bottle on the nightstand, accompanied by two gleaming glasses. “We are going to drink,” he declares, but you don’t say anything. You raise your chin up and just stare at him. Your gaze empty.

He studies you, his eyes shimmering with a complex cocktail of concern and firm resolution, before he reaches out for your hand. With a gentle yet firm tug, he pulls you out of the bed, making you stand. As you do, your gaze falls upon your own reflection in the mirror that hangs on the wall. You stumble, taken aback by your appearance.

You are still clad in the same clothes you had on when you left the house. The fabric is uncomfortably sticking to your skin, chaffing at the edges. This realization sparks a sudden urge within you to shed it all off. However, you remain frozen because you aren’t alone in the room.

Simon approaches you once more, this time presenting you with a fresh set of underwear, a fluffy white towel, and a pair of shorts along with a shirt.

“Go shower,” he instructs in a tone that brooks no argument. Although a part of you, the part that’s grown comfortable with the cocoon of sadness, wants to shake your head in refusal and retreat back to the bed, you decide that a quick shower wouldn’t do any harm. It might even serve as a much-needed break from the tumult within.

As you make your tentative way out of the room, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Simon’s silhouette against the window, managing to open it despite the lack of a handle. Once the window is cracked, inviting a breath of fresh, untainted air in, he proceeds to methodically peel off all the sheets from your bed, preparing it anew.

You spend a while standing under the scalding hot water. The warmth washes over you, blanketing you in a comforting heat that seems to momentarily suspend the world outside. The luxurious, expensive, fruity smelling gels that Simon has purchased for you are ignored, lined up against the wall of the shower. You simply don’t have the energy to slather your skin with them. However, you make a conscious effort to untangle the knots in your hair, running your fingers through the strands repetitively.

When you come back into the bedroom, Simon is sitting on the bed. Your bed is adorned with crisp, clean sheets, and on the nightstand, next to the bottle and two glasses, there’s a bowl with some steaming hot soup. The aroma wafts through the room.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach,” he says in a tone that suggests he’s more stating a fact than offering an opinion. If you had the energy, you would no doubt argue with him, insisting that you have no intention of drinking or eating. But instead, you only manage to sit down next to him, the exhaustion preventing any form of protest.

When you make no move to reach for the bowl, Simon takes the initiative. He cradles the dish in his hands and begins to feed you. You allow him to. When a stray droplet of soup trickles down the corner of your mouth, he gently wipes your chin with his thumb, an act that is both comforting and strangely intimate.

There’s a part of you that wants to ask why he’s being so patient, so considerate with you. In fact, myriad questions are swirling in your foggy head, each one demanding an answer. But the haze clouding your mind is so thick, so dense, that formulating even a single coherent sentence feels like scaling a mountain.

Simon insists you finish the entire bowl of soup, meticulously ensuring that not a drop is left before he finally puts it away. As he proceeds to unseal the bottle that has been sitting on the nightstand, you find your eyes inadvertently drawn to his hands, noticing the rough, hardened callouses that adorn his fingers.

“Drink,” another command slips past his lips and he passes you a glass filled to the brim.

You gaze tentatively at the glass. The liquid inside shimmers under the soft glow of the room’s light. You hesitate. You don’t want to drink. However, you know that Simon, with his stubborn persistence, won’t back off or leave you alone until you do. So, with a heavy sigh, you bring the glass to your lips and take the first, small sip, instantly feeling the harsh sting of alcohol as it trickles down your throat, searing every inch it touches.

You hope that after the glass is finished, the alcohol will make you drowsy, lulling you into a deep slumber. After all, it seems that’s all you seem to do these days. Sleep.

However, when your glass finally drains, reaching its anticipated emptiness, instead of the expected heaviness or sense of dread, your eyes unexpectedly widen, and you find yourself becoming more alert. After enduring days of feeling emotionally numb, hollow inside, akin to an empty shell thoughtlessly discarded on a deserted, lonely beach, you feel an unfamiliar warmth spreading gradually throughout your body. This sensation is new, yet not unwelcome.

And then, when Simon, seemingly satisfied with your compliance and perhaps even relieved, nonchalantly turns on the TV, randomly selecting some film to fill the room with some background noise, you find yourself giggling as you watch the screen.

You don’t know why you are laughing or why you keep extending your arm towards Simon, wiggling your glass every time it empties, but you do.

Simon, with a careful vigilance, keeps an eye on you from the periphery of his vision. Matching your pace, he drinks as much as you, if not slightly more, but he is not nearly as drunk as you. Just a bit tipsy. He knows that getting drunk with you is far from the wisest decision he could make. But he quiets his mind, trying to convince himself that you won’t do anything reckless. After all, the bottle was only uncorked after he was fully convinced that you had no intentions of trying to run away again.

After Johnny brought you back, Simon was relieved. Ecstatic, actually. The thought of you, alone in the dark, lost and frightened, was a horrifying prospect that had Simon on the brink of tearing his hair out in sheer anxiety. It felt like a thousand icy needles were piercing his heart. In fact, the notion of you in danger was so excruciating, it made him want to raze the entire forest to the ground until he found you.

He had initially steeled himself, preparing to unleash a storm of admonishment, to let you taste the bitter regret of your impulsive decision to venture outside the safety of the house. After persuading Johnny to leave, under the guise that your condition had worsened, and you needed to recover in a safe environment devoid of any agitation, he stationed himself in your room, sitting by your bedside, watching over you, waiting for your eyes to flutter open so he could mete out the punishment he believed you deserved.

But when you woke up, something was amiss. Simon immediately noticed it. At first, he thought you were simply sad, but there were no tears to confirm his suspicion. No other emotions were evident on your face, either. The vacant stare you wore, the long, empty days you spent lying in bed, refusing to eat, and merely gazing aimlessly out of the window, filled him with an unsettling, gnawing fear. He longed for some kind of reaction from you, any indication that the person he knew was still there, beneath the facade of emptiness. He reasoned that perhaps you needed time to process everything, so he gave you space. Yet, even that didn’t seem to help.

During the times when his emotions would threaten to consume him, when his mind would be bursting at its seams with a relentless onslaught of thoughts, or when he felt the crushing, suffocating emptiness that seemed to envelop him, as though the bullet that had merely grazed him had instead ended his life, he would seek solace in the comforting burn of the most expensive bourbon he could find in the store. He would drink until his mind was blissfully quiet, until he lost consciousness, in the hopes that the morning would bring relief, and the horrors of the previous day would feel like a distant, unpleasant dream from which he had finally awoken.

“Hello? Earth to Simon,” you call out, playfully nudging his shoulder with the tip of your index finger. A lazy smile plays on the corners of your lips. “Are you falling asleep on me—yes, yes, you are!” you exclaim, your laughter bubbling up from deep within your chest. The sound of your giggles fills the room. You sink deeper into the bed and finish the last of your liquor. “You are such a lightweight,” you tease, your voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. Unexpectedly, a hiccup slips past your lips, causing your giggles to escalate into full-blown laughter.

Simon raises his eyebrows. His eyes twinkle with mild amusement and a hint of disbelief. His gaze is fixed on you. It takes him a moment to register your words, but then he shakes his head and smiles. Genuinely, smiles. A feeble grin spreads across his face, accompanied by the gentle crinkling of his eyes at the corners. 

[wardenofthecoast]

Re-imagining Western Tamriel

A while back, I made a map of biome map of Tamriel, based on A) Tamriel being as tall and twice wide as India B) a normal earth size C) wind coming from east heading west. @elbiotipo has also made a post, covering Cyrodiil, Skyrim and parts of the rest of the continent. I'm working on a little something, so I wanted to discuss western Tamriel, High Rock, Hammerfell, and the Summerset Isles. It won't be as in depth (because my environmental knowledge is more broad/shallow) but it will also include some possible cultural influence changes.

Summset Isles.

Let's start this one with a fun fact: High Elves were black. Or at least had a much darker skin coloration than we know them today.

Now that that's out of the way, my biggest inspiration for what the Summerset Isles would look like is: the Philippines. Much like the country, Summerset's mountainous eastern regions and the fact that monsoons would be westerly means a much wetter environment, while the west would remain (relatively) dryer. However, being a much more uniform landmass, Summerset would likely see harsher arid environs in its interior than the Philippines. I'd see monsoon tropical forests, savannas, montagne forest and scrubland to be the dominant environments. Auridon, being the "barrier" island would face much harsher storms but would also be much more lush,

Boat in blue Lagoon in Coron island, Palawan, Philippines. Close to Kayangan Lake. Maks Ershov

Another feature surrounding Summerset would be its corals, which are constantly mentioned in the canon and would make sense given it is an island in the tropics. Barrier and fringing reefs would surround the isles, and many Altmer sailors have learned how to avoid the atolls that surround their home. The coral would also create a unique architectural style similar to Coral Rag in our world, which is limestone made of coral found commonly in the Caribbean, United States and east Africa.

The west wing of the Parliament of Barbados (1872) is constructed of local coral rag.

Alinor would definitely have a pink hue to its buildings. As for the description of glass and insect wings, while not have any premodern historical basis that I know of, it wouldn't be insane to consider the high elves figured out the use of glass bottles/glass bricks in their architecture, and found a way

Wat Pa Maha Chedi Kaew, built by monks

Of course while major cities and areas of the upper class would have the stone and glass look, the lower caste areas would likely rely on wooden architecture, similar to the found in islands nations, reliable, cheaper and useful when your home is constantly battered by storms.

Being separated from Tamriel, it would be interesting to see what offshoots and unique species exist on the island. Lemurs, mouse deer, koakas, kiwis, I could see the Altmer having an extremely strict invasive species program, preferring their wildlife to be human friendly and without natural predators. Birds already are highly important in Summerset, and the Philippine eagle and other tropical birds are mighty majestic. Plus, I could see feather cloaks being a huge status symbol.

Rice is the food dejour of Summerset, with a mixture of pisciculture and wild caught fish (which one is seen as for the lower castes changes per the century). However fruit forests and farms are widespread, and in the interior the conditions are just right for grape wine production, and indeed most large scale fertilization products from fish sauce to fruit wine occurs far away from the upper castes, due to it being seen as beneath them to oversee food. However the highly stratified society is also highly organized, farmers live and die by their terraces assigned to them across the mountainous eastern landscapes, which are then brought to the western shores of Alinor and other cities. As for nonfish animal farming, I think its relatively rare, mainly chickens and waterfowl, not due to a lack of ability but due to viewing cows/pigs as dirty or foreign animals, on the same level as dogs, cats, and rats. Again this is less out of preserving a "unchanged" state of nature as wood elves would want, and more about preserving a "pure" aka ALTMER state of nature. Though I'm sure a few pigs and cows exist on the isles due to the Empire's presence.

Hammerfell

Now this might seem simple - it's very much inspired and would make sense for essentially a North African-esque environ and cultural influence to be ascribed to the entirety of the province, but I think there are three specific regions and I'll dissect them, the NW coast, the Southern Coast, and Eastern Interior. Overall I'd say the big difference is the coasts being controlled by the more secular/liberal forebears while the interior/eastern regions being more controlled by the conservative crowns faction, similar to how Oman was once split into two, a sultanate and an imamate.

The southern coast is most likely facing a similar monsoon season as the rest of southern tamriel, but these "cold" monsoons are less frequent, leaving longer and more intense periods of drought, until the cooler summer months brings fog and rain. A giant transformation of the coast happens as greenery springs across it. How far this effect occurs would be up for debate and how mountainous the regions area, but one can assume it wouldn't go too far.

Salalah during Khareef Season (June to September)

The south's population would primarily be on the coast, relying on the monsoon, fishing and trade to survive. Expect there to be Redguards but also Imperials, High Elves, and other immigrant populations tied heavily into the shipping industry. Overall, the south of Hammerfell would be similar to the Arabian Peninsula, famed for being a trade hub between cultures and having a proud sailing tradition.

The northwest region of Hammerfell has similar geography to North Africa. Sentinel itself is most likely in an oasis, where water from the rare rains or whatever condenses in the Dragontail Mountains collects in an aquifer underneath. To meet growing needs, engineering feats of irrigation either dig deeper or collect rainfall itself, or even an extremely early version desalinization. On the coast, the presence of the ocean helps moderate extreme temperatures, while the high altitude of the mountains provides an escape from extreme heat. Fishing, pastoralism (primarily horses, goats, donkeys and camels) and falaj irrigation systems in the mountains are the primary source of agriculture, especially for villages to self sustain, while larger cities like Sentinel rely on trade to meet its needs. Near Dragonstar, the vegetation/geography becomes similar with tangier, as the mountains and proximity to Skyrim/High Rock create a secluded mixed culture that I wouldn't be surprised if had more ties with itself than any overarching government. I'd look at Afghanistan's mountains for inspiration.

The eastern regions, especially those without a coast, would be drier but due to high elevations causing cooler temperatures, so you get some greener pastures, with a bit of terracing for agriculture. I've already covered this, but very much afghanistan/iran in geography. Again, not much different than whats already in game, just much more fertile than expected.

High Rock

High Rock is going to be little different, similar to Hammerfell I'll seperate into three regions, the Lilac Bay (and related islands), the northern coast and the eastern interior). To be honest, I'm running out of steam and High Rock might be the least interesting overall.

The Lilac Bay would most likely be similar to the northern Mediterranean states, I'd say likely Greece, Spain and Italy, with hot summers and mild winters, instead of the heavy inspirations it takes from France and the UK, in fact the temperate climate would only be found on the slopes of the mountains facing towards the bay. This is where a key feature of High Rock's lore, its fractious nature, comes into play. A rocky landscape makes it difficult to traverse, and easy for individual cities to rise into prominence without a unifying power, with some exception (with enough will and socioeconomic conditions, there's a way). As High Rock progresses, you'd see more like Italy with kingdoms/republics surrounding cities, like Venice or the Papal States.

Meanwhile, its northern side I think would be similar to the Pacific edge of the Americas, such as Chile and the US. Cool oceans lead to a lack of rain, and the mountains means less storms coming from the south (barring the gaps between mountain ranges, such as north of Wayrest). Here, fishing and ranching are the most common food sources, and I'd suspect there would be a strong independent streak compared to the more metropolitan south. For water, it would be interesting if they relied heavily on groundwater and more specifically - springs. Just to make things more interesting and provide a bit more flavor (beyond the non-existant or just: its spooky theme northern High Rock has now).

Parque Nacional Torres del Paine. Did I include this because I think it matches High Rock's climate or because its pretty? Both.

High Rock's eastern region is more forested in the south, closer to the Lilac Bay, but soon becomes much more mountainous, this is where we'd get three unique cultures - the Reachman, the Orcs and a hybrid of Redguard, Breton and Nordic culture. Defined by relative autonomy and constantly shifting borders, one would consider them sort of unique/demi-province.

Now I do think there are ways to spice up Bretons in general, making them more than just bland europe 2, especially when the Imperials have the same thing.

1 - Taking inspiration from Baltic nations. A group of nations famously close to islamic cultures (in our case the Redguards), also with a famous water body, feels like an appropriate source of inspiration, and would allow a European flair that isn't sanded down or done a thousand times.

2 - Mexico - I alluded to this before, but I feel like its not a far reach (ha) to take inspiration from Mexico/SW UZ, in geography but also in cultures both indigenous and colonial, which makes some sense since a key part of High Rock is their mixed ancestry and being subject to colonial rule. Its just a personal tasts tho in the end.

3 - Make them dress slutty again. Healer of akatosh needs his tiddies out for the magic to work.

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U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 4 Translations

This is Day 4 of Shonen Jump’s special commemoration of My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, which is being rolled out daily across one-week in each prefecture’s newspaper.

The schedule:

April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions

April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region

April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region

April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region

April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions

April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions

April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release

You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after the newspaper release.

Here we go!

Kansai Region

Mie

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Aoyama: "Sur-pri-se~!" Sero: "Amazing, Aoyama!" Satou: "Should we go look for the toilet?"

Nabana no Sato is a flower park situated within the absolutely massive Nagashima Resort. It has lovely blooms all year, and from October to May it claims to host Japan's biggest illumination event, including a 200-meter long light tunnel.

Shiga

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Tokoyami: "Art of the Flying Squirrel Black Shadow!!!" Mineta: "Imitation Caltrop!!" Edgeshot: "Abscondance" Hagakure: "Nin-nin! Hidden Hagakure!!"

They are at the Kōga-ryū Ninjutsu Ninja Village in Kōka city, the birthplace of this school of ninja-arts. I visited the Tōgakure Ninjutsu House in Nagano -- Tōgakure, Iga, and Kōga are considered the three main families of ninjutsu. These kinds of attractions usually have museums dedicated to the style's history and showing off tons of unique historical artifacts, but the main draw is all the activities for visitors to try their hand at being a ninja, shuriken-throwing, wall-climbing, rope-walking, etc.. Hagakure is making a pun, because her surname means "hidden leaves" or "hidden by the leaves" so she is "hidden hidden-leaves." Tokoyami is doing his Black Fallen Angel move, but it's much funnier to make it a giant flying squirrel attack.

Kyōto

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Ashido: "You can't even see the sky through all the bamboo~!!" Yaoyorozu: "They say that the growing speed of bamboo is the fastest in the world. I've heard it can grow up to one meter in a single day." Mineta: "My whole height in a single day... I can't do this!!! Jirou: "Cheer up." Label on Mineta: "Mineta Minoru, Height: 1.08 Meters."

Arashiyama Bamboo Forest is a hugely popular tourist spot for its dense, soothing beauty. One meter is equivalent to 3 feet 3 inches; Mineta is just over 3 and a half feet tall.

Ōsaka

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Shouji: "Hyah hyah hyah hyah!!!" Fat Gum: "He's... he's moving too fast, I can't even see his arms!" Kirishima: "No, actually, he's got lots of 'em!"

They are making takoyaki, a famous soul food created in Osaka in 1935. It requires a large griddle with rounded molds, and chefs use two metal rods to rotate the batter rapidly. It's really fun to watch them make it, and most stalls put the griddle up against a full-length window to show it off.

Hyōgo

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Izuku: "Even cutting an onion... a hero... doesn't cry! WWUAAAH" Ochako: "What a shame! Challenge failed." Shouto: "No, even heroes cry when they have to."

Awaji Island is famous for its onions and produces some of the sweetest onions in the world. They have a spring crop of sweet but slightly spicy onion, and a fall-time harvest that they store and dry to further develop their sweetness. Shouto's line is from chapter 137 when Izuku insists heroes don't cry while crying into his food. What's funny is that sweet onions supposedly produce less of the chemical that produces tears in humans, so maybe Izuku is just being a lil' crybaby, hehe, but we'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he's working with a particularly spicy spring harvest.

Nara

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Iida: "Observance of traffic laws! OUTSTANDING, DEER-KUN!!" Kouda (thinking): "Iida-kun, you're making the deer suspicious..." Bakugou: "Don't talk to the deer!! Deer don't give a shit about rules!! Dammit!!"" Kouda (thinking): "Bakugou-kun, you're scaring the deer..."

They are in Nara Park, where you can buy special crackers to feed the very friendly and booming deer population. Deer in Nara have been protected and seen as important to local Shinto beliefs for at least a thousand years; in 2023, studies from three universities revealed that they actually make up a unique genetic group not found anywhere else. Apparently, the deer in Nara will exchange bows with people, especially if it means they get a snack~

Wakayama

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Ojiro: "A two-tone popular character... We have one of those." Hagakure: "We do, don't we. Just by being there, he creates a splendid atmosphere...!" Todoroki: "Huh? There's somebody like that?" Ojiro: "IT'S YOU!!!"

Visiting Adventure World in Shirahama which is home to a giant panda conservation area. A branch of Chengdu Giant Panda Research Base has bred 17 giant pandas there, which is the most success in breeding outside of mainland China.

That's all for Day 4. Next up is Day 5!

[doodle-pops]

Paradise at the Border

Beleg x reader

Kinktober 2023: Hunter and Prey

Warnings: fem!reader, dom–sub dynamics, dom!Beleg, sub!reader, roleplaying, hunter and prey themes, public sex (in the forest), rough sex, manhandling, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, rough sex, use of pet names (reader being called little deer)

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Synopsis: Convincing Beleg to loosen up and enjoy a game of hunter and prey, you underestimate the pleasure he would gain from harmless fun, unaware of his primal urges to claim.

“Are you sure about this idea, meleth–nîn?” came the voice unsure voice of Beleg. He stood against a tree and dressed in this simple hunting attire without the extra weapons and gadgets. The shades of brown and green lend him the perfect camouflage to mask the background of the forest. A wonderful appearance capable of making him the perfect predator stalking his prey, no wonder you were persistently behind him to join in on your idea. However, the slight whimsical expression he directed towards you said otherwise.

It was still daylight, the noon sun high in the sky and only shaded by the forest’s canopy which protected you both from its brilliance. The rich, lush greenery of the forest sprawled out for miles in the forms of thickets and moss–covered tree trunks and vines. The forest of Doriath was ancient, and to Beleg, engaging in intimate acts for all creatures and crawling lifeforms to witness felt eerie. However, he was turned on by the idea of putting up a chase in order to have you all to himself; he was in agreement with it.

“So, let me understand this properly,” he began, “you wish for me to hunt you with the same instincts I use for animals and when I capture you, have my way right here in the middle of the forest?”

“Yes,” you confirmed confidently with an eager nod of your head.

Twisting his mouth and giving small bites to his gum, he still found the idea sceptical and required lots of convincing. With his brows pinched, he tightened his arms across his chest, unconsciously flexing his muscles which caught your attention. Images of being pinned against a tree or to the floor by those arms flashed across your mind. “But the cabin’s right there; not too far away where we can have the same levels of fun!” he cried out.

“It won’t be the same Beleg,” you whined. “Please.”

To give into your wish was easy, and Beleg tried his damn hardest to not falter, however, it was impossible when you pouted and flashed those pleading eyes at him. His greatest weakness. He exclaimed exasperatedly and rolled his head loosely with a childish pout. “You genuinely want this?”

Standing opposite him at a greater distance for when the chase was on, you nodded eagerly and tugged at the loose dress you wore for easier disposal once he caught you. Exhaling at the exhilarating thoughts of engaging in such animalistic acts turned you on even more and encouraged you to rub your thighs to ease the growing ache. As you did so, your arousal stained the inner of your thighs but also caught the attention of Beleg. His eyes darted immediately to where you shifted on your feet, squeezing and rubbing your thighs together. For a moment, he could have sworn he picked up a trace of your arousal lingering in the air.

With his tongue in cheek, attempting to not pounce on you this very instant, he forced his eyes to wander elsewhere while his breathing became erratic, and his leggings tightened. You were tempting him to go against the discomfort he held when it came to intimacy in the open in the forest. Had you suggested returning to your shared cabin which dwelt reasonably nearby, he would have pounced immediately without protest, but he was considering a change of heart at his eeriness.

Sighing and not believing he was about to follow along—there was enthusiasm in the depths of his stomach and being rough with you—he closed his eyes and spun around. “I’m giving you a head start of three minutes, then I’ll count to twenty before the hunt begins. I’d make good use of every inch of the forest should you not wish for this to be over soon,” he explained with cockiness in his voice, clearly aware of the lack of challenge this was about to be.

You were shocked by the abruptness of his command when he turned around and began barking instructions. There wasn’t a moment for any questions to be asked as his voice rang out again. “Two minutes.”

Realising the seriousness of his voice and the sudden change in the atmosphere from friendly to hungry, your eyes widened before spinning on your heels and taking off. The wind against your skin felt cold as you dashed through the forest, careful to avoid tripping over mossy vines and rocks; an accident was the last thing you needed to end your chase. Coming to a clearing, one you were familiar with, you were confused for a moment on which direction to head knowing that two minutes had already passed, and he was counting down.

Taking a left and heading along the border of Doriath, you came to a stream, the perfect location to lose your scent and footsteps, whichever he chose to track. Stepping into the stream and wading through the water, you moved upstream, sometimes stepping on the rocks to avoid the splashing sound of the water alerting him should be he nearby. When you came to the pool where the stream began, you hopped off onto the patch of grass and took off again.

Your heart was pounding from racing through the forest, unsure of whether he was already behind you or genuinely unable to track you. However, knowing Beleg, he was probably already on your tail and giving you the sense of satisfaction that you were able to outrun him. It wasn’t long before you felt your legs growing tired from all the consistent running without a break and stopped beside a hedge of bush. Checking for any briars or other creepy crawlers, you slithered into the hedge, made yourself comfortable on the dirt ground and waited.

Time passed slowly, dragging on for eternity before some action took place, though it wasn’t what you wished for. A few deer passed through the area, mulching on berries and squirrels carrying their nuts whilst chasing each other. You only hoped that hours wouldn’t pass before you were caught.

Sitting for a few more minutes, you sensed another presence, one that wasn’t a deer or any other animal. Camouflaged in his green and brown hunting attire, Beleg past a few feet from where you hid in the shrub of bushes. You observed the way his ears and nose twitched, attempting to pick up any signs of your presence in the area. When he found no signs, he continued ahead and out of sight.

A grin immediately spread across your face at the recognition that he hadn’t spotted not sensed you in the bushes nearby. Perhaps it was the water which washed your pheromones away and the invitation of the deer in the area that confused his ability to locate your fragrance. Nevertheless, it gave you the relief to know that he was nearby and the advantage necessary to prolong the hunt in hopes of his appetite growing ravenous.

Giving yourself a minute or two after he disappeared from sight, you then crawled out of the bushes with little to no sounds and took a stance to dust off the dirt. Craning your neck from where you stood in an attempt to spot him, you grinned once there was no sight or feel of him before taking a step in the direction you both came from.

“Just where do you think you’re running off to, little deer?” His voice suddenly manifested from behind, the same way his hands did to snake around your waist and tug you against his chest. His warm breath tickled the nape of your neck before crawling down your spine.

Panic seeped into your veins the moment you realised you were officially caught with nowhere to run. There was no possibility of fighting your way out of his grip now that you were fastened to his chest. The rapid rise and fall of your chest told you for the erratic beating of your heart drumming away. “H–How did you find me?” you managed to squeeze out.

“Find you?” he audaciously muttered as a hand came up to twirl a lock of your hair between his thumb and forefinger. He swayed you both from side to side, keeping you secured to his body without an ounce of freedom—deer were known for viciously kicking and fighting when caught, refusing to hand submission over to their captor. “I never found you, little one. I knew exactly where you were. But I must admit, you gave me the slip at the stream, smart.”

His voice had changed in a fraction of a second, dropping an octave and stripping you bare of your clothes. A river of arousal flowed from between your legs and joined the stains from earlier. Beleg sensed it; the shift of excitement which turned into lust. He must admit, the entire game was thrilling now that he was in the headspace and understood the anticipation it left behind with every action. Wanting to make the most of this moment, he dropped the lock of hair and ignored the tenseness at the gesture to slip his hand under your dress. The minute his fingers came in contact with your most intimate region, he grinned into your skin.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty,” he chastised. “A deer running around the forest without protection. Don’t you know what happens to deer when they aren’t protected?”

You shook your head, feeling your pulse beating in the depths of your throat and causing your words to remain stuck. With ease, his fingers inched higher until he cupped your cunt and parted it with his fingers for his middle to slip past your fold and sink into your heat. You trembled in his hold at the contrast of his cool finger compared to the heat you radiated.

Pushing his head closer to meet the tip of your ear, he whispered against it, knowing how sensitive you were. “They get devoured.”

With fervour, his finger dug deeper and curled against your sweet spot immediately to get you dripping all over his wrist. The lewd sounds of his finger pumping in and out echoed in the surroundings you two were still standing in. The sounds of the birds chirping, and frogs croaking accompanied the melody of your cunt sounding wet the faster he pumped his fingers. It wasn’t long before his wrist was drenched in your arousal as small squirts of your arousal spilt out.

Bowing into his body as his ministrations were incessant, your lips were parted and releasing strings of moans and whimpers of his name the more he pressed against your sweet spot. The relentlessness he displayed showed how easy was for him to fall into the headspace and find joy in the act. Beleg’s dominance was rare since there was never any need for him to display such power. There was a mutual understanding between you both to remain neutral when it came to displaying your power during intimate acts, so it was rare he was asked to show his dormant side. When he did, you could tell he enjoyed every second.

“Ngh, Beleg,” you whined as his finger continued to build its pace and lead to more fluids squirting out and staining your dress.

All the while, he held you firmly against his chest and continued to rock and grind his erection into your back, edging himself until he couldn’t take it any longer. For now, you were his main focus and dish, and you required all his attention in order to meet your expectations.

Panting louder as the pressure in your abdomen increased, you trembled uncontrollably, trashing and fighting against the steel grip. His touch always left you confused between wanting and not wanting it.

“Are you close, little deer? I can feel you,” he taunted. “Are you going to let me taste you?”

Those words did things to your insides, you were no longer able to withhold the pressure that rose to an insurmountable volume before cumming on his hand buried under your dress. Violent shivers consumed your body at his refusal to let up and push through your orgasm with continual thrusting of his finger targeting your bundle of nerves. It only caused for more juices to squirt everywhere while your body slowly went limp in his arms—the proper procedure for tiring out his catch.

Though he was merciful to all living creatures, he retracted his finger from your cunt and gave a few pats to your clit, laughing under his breath as you jolted. Still keeping you pressed against him, he removed his hand from under your dress and reached for the hem of your dress to tug it off your body. With the lethargy displayed by you before the game progressed, he struggled to remove your garment without producing any tears. Your legs were jelly and barely able to move to provide any assistance as he disrobed you, nonetheless, he managed to succeed in bringing you to nudity.

Dress discarded on the forest floor and you leaning against the tree trunk, Beleg’s hand held you up by your hips as he ascended to his knees. “Part your legs for me, love. A hunter must have a taste of his catch,” he elaborated while rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones. He looked up at you with pleading emerald eyes until your legs lethargically parted and granted him access to your heat.

Those eyes glittered and widened at the sight of your cunt and a sinister grin spread across his face. Lifting his forefinger to your puffy folds, he pressed it against your clit and gave a harsh flick to watch as you jolt again. The entire scene unfolding before his eyes was splendid.

“You’re so fragile, I could eat you up right now,” (he leaned in closer to plant a kiss on your thigh and smile as you shivered), “but I must savour my catch first—a good one I must admit.”

Wearly smiling down at him, your nails clung to the tree bark as best as you could, knowing he was about to display his fervour. Your chest was erratically heaving up and down with your heart beating in your throat and core. All butterflies were gathered in your lower abdomen at the sensation of his hungry eyes feasting upon your swollen cunt. In addition to his staring, the sight of him licking his lips and inching closer with soundless muttering increased the ache.

“Beleg, please don’t tease me,” you implored, eyes tearing up at the teasing he bequeathed with innocent eyes. His finger flicked at your clit and drew circles with your bundle of nerves as though he had all the time in the world.

Snickering at your protests, he arched a brow and bit the inside of your thigh, moving higher with each nibble he delivered. “Don’t you know teasing a catch is the best way to prepare it before eating.” Continuing his biting, his tongue would sometimes slip out to soothe the area whenever he bit down too hard before continuing his ministrations until he reached at the junction where your thigh ended, and the scent of your arousal was most pronounced. It tickled his senses and drove him wild with want and lust, partially forgetting that he needed to build the tension until you broke.

Diving between your legs, his head nestled easily with the comfort of knowing that his hunger was about to be sedated. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a dog in heat, drinking everything you spilt into his mouth as your arousal flowed like a river. You could say he was thirsty and could only be quenched by the sacred taste of your heavenly waters.

On his knees and panting with each stroke of his tongue, both your hands gripped his hair like titanium and kept him situated where he should be. His hands were also busy gripping your hips leaving behind his fingerprints for evidence that you were caught and devoured by a vicious hunter on the loose. Your cries were a catalyst for him to pursue and never back down no matter what came his way; it didn’t matter if his neck began hurting from the awkward position he was craning to reach your heat. All that mattered was him rewarding your fantasy and his deprivation.

With an antagonistic push, he parted your legs much further to allow his tongue to slip lower and dip past your entrance. Curling and thrusting to collect any extra arousal you had hiding deep within. He made perfect use of the new gateway to switch back and forth between flicking and drawing lazy circles around your clit and thrusting his said tongue and enjoying the clamping effect around his tongue. In between, he would slip in a deep rumble, allowing the vibrations to travel up his tongue and simulate your clit as he slurped on it like a pacifier.

In response, your fingers would curl deeper into his hair and tug out of the confusion of whether you wanted him to continue or stop as the pressure returned in the pit of your stomach. Burning and building with every flick of his tongue; it most certainly did not help when his emerald eyes flashed upwards to meet your hazed expression. Why must he appear so innocent, masking the snarky demon he buried underneath? You sometimes found it implausible to acknowledge he was the same individual he changed into something unfathomable. Your hunter became an actual hunter.

But he laughed. He laughed and chuckled at the confusion dwelling in your eyes the longer you looked on as he worked. His saliva and your arousal mixed as he continued to slurp at your cunt, feeling the vibrations of your body increasing as he added more fervour to his actions. He couldn’t wait for you to release all over his tongue like you always did. Henceforth, he pushed on, listening to your pleas to ‘not stop’ and to ‘keep going’ as your body trembled uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe he was genuinely going back on his words of being intimate in the open for all creatures to bear witness. God, he hoped no one was nearby or asked the creature about the activity within the forest.

“Beleg, oh God please!” you shrieked as you pushed his face closer to be ultimately buried and stained with your arousal—not that he minded at all.

His hand slipped off your hips to run up and down your thighs in a soothing manner, coaxing your orgasm to come faster. Furthermore, he wanted to remove you off the tree trunk, only aware that your back would be slightly bruised from all the impact your body made. Something he would have to nurse and also hear complaints about.

Because of the humour, he found in the thought, his soft chuckling goaded the remaining strength you fought to keep to bring your orgasm crashing upon his face and into his mouth. Taking a moment to savour everything that ran out, he rolled his tongue from your slit all the way to your bundle of nerves before dragging it back down and dipping it inside. He fought off your hands which consistently attempted to push him away due to your sensitivity being high, however, he persisted nonetheless and ignored your protest. When he was ready to finish, he would.

Slapping your hands away from his hair after it was left unkept—silvery strands unbound from his neatened ponytail and single braid—he gathered them in his left hand, while his right slipped between your legs to join his tongue. Balancing despite the awkwardness, he wasted no time sliding his middle and fourth finger in and abusing your sweet spot. He took the moment to pull away for the first time and find reprieve, chest heaving as he took in large gulps of air before leaning in to kiss his way up your thighs.

“Tired already?” he snickered as he kissed your belly button and observed as you sucked it in. “I’ve barely started you know.”

Expecting a verbal reply because you had a smart tongue, he was surprised when no words escaped, and only mouthless mutters were elicited. Your body bowed off the tree trunk forcing him to rise from his position and act as an anchor to prevent you from doubling over. Face pressing into his stomach while you remained restrained and forced to endure another orgasm, your inaudible cries were a delight in Beleg’s eyes. To know that was the level of effect he had over your fragile body with such simple actions only enticed him to act with more vigour and increase the speed of his fingers.

“Hmph!” Muffled by his tunic, your lips parted to drool since sounds refused to fall from them. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the torment he played upon you; consider it your own torture you devised for yourself without being aware of the severity.

Feeling the curls and thrusts of his fingers fitting themselves along your walls and enjoying the spongy texture, you clenched. With want and desire to have him remould your insides the way he normally would and leave a lasting effect, you clamped down tighter to force his presence to dwell longer. Unfortunately, Beleg had the strength to match the warmth and temptation you seduced, laughing at the feeble tries.

He rocked with you as you faced another orgasm, unable to do anything since your legs were weakened at this point. It was he who kept you standing, otherwise you’d collapse and from the rate he was going, you weren’t sure if he would be able to continue supporting you. Your entire body was growing numb and jelly–like.

“You’re going to cum for me again? A third time in ten minutes,” he mocked with a burst of adolescent laughter ricocheting throughout the surroundings. “It seems I made the right catch—I’m going to enjoy every inch of you, little deer.”

There wasn’t much you could do as a third orgasm rocked your body; it was less intense but due to your sensitivity, it made your senses heightened and everything concentrated. Your legs were the first part of you to give away and forced Beleg to slide his fingers out to snatch you into his embrace. He propped you against him, shouldering your non–existent weight with gentle pats to your back as you cried in his arms. Shuffling tresses of your hair out your sweaty face, he wiped whatever beads of sweat he could, out of your eyes.

From his point of view, you were out of orbit with a glassy look in your eyes and puffy lips from how hard you were chewing on them. All the whimpering and crying that escaped your throat left it sore like sandpaper scraping against the insides. This was all his doing and Beleg felt his pride surging at the recognition of his abilities; there was never a day when you were intimate where he wasn’t amazed at the limits he was able to push you to. Though, this wasn’t anywhere near the groundbreaking heights you’ve been before.

Sinking to his knees, he took you to the ground and positioned you on your hands and knees, not before placing a kiss on your head to account for the roughness he was about to deliver. At the pivotal moment he had finally arrived at, all forms of gentleness were about to vacate his actions now that you were ready to be served on his plate as the main course; his time for desert was over. This was the moment when he indulged in the main course of his hunt and enjoyed the overall thrill of the game.

Despite his movements orchestrated being gentle, you felt wobbly and weak as he positioned you in the required situation for taking. Being placed on your knees was a familiar setup, having been there numerous times and only when he was in that mood. You knew what to expect, you were the benefactor of the entire scenario, so this was your reward. And so, your hands and face—after he pushed your dress under you—collided with the rough forest floor, your butt situated in the air as he knelt behind, timelessly removing his leggings with eagerness in his eyes.

They feasted on the sight of your puffy lips facing and inviting him for more, to which he politely answered by running the tip of his cock through your folds. One hand gripping the base of his erection while the other reached out to press into the base of your spine, pushing you into a more debauching position. The burn at the base of your spine the deeper he pressed, arching your back lower only ended until your legs complied and spread along to meet his requirements. With your face pressed against your dress to save it from being bruised, yet your knees weren’t spared one bit, the last sound you coherently heard was a hiss before the feeling of his robust cock moulding your insides.

The entire idea of rearranging one’s insides was perfectly executed by Beleg after understanding the headspace he ought to be in to completely enjoy the bliss of the game. Grunting and groaning with every thrust, his head was tossed back, and his hair fell over his shoulder as his melody ricocheted throughout the forest. Both hands were digging into the base of your spine, pressing his weight upon your smaller figure to prevent any movements other than his own as he drilled into you. You could say you were in a tumultuous battle, losing but also winning with the ultimate you were experiencing currently.

There was no time for you to grab onto anything but the remaining sanity from the diabolical rolls of his hips with each thrust, sending himself deeper. Caught between feeling his tip rubbing your sweet spot and bruising your cervix, tears sprung from your tears at the intensity of the heightened moment. Everything felt as though it was on fire—a cooling, quenching flame that melted everything perfectly. His touch on your waist, his thighs knocking against yours and the motion of his member fitting itself where it belonged. With every thrust, your body jolted and shivered, and in return, a deep, hearty chuckle was emitted.

Taking the moment to study your expressions, Beleg dropped his head and raked his eyes over your glossy and distant pair, cross–eyed and gazing off into the forest with trickles of salty water running. Your lips were swollen from all the gnawing and parted as you released desperate pants and moans. The sight of you all fucked out before the real hunt had begun was the best part about the entire scenario; he would never forget how much you begged, only to be knocked out of reality.

“Look at you—such a pretty deer,” he complimented and shifted his right hand higher to brush your hair out your face. “Moan for me some more, meleth.”

The command flowed to your already wired brains to obey his every order; your lips released strings of moans. His name fell elegantly from your lips when the actions which condoned the consequences were quite the opposite. The power he held over you which resonated in the viciousness of his thrusts were inconsequential to any you would ever experience. Your back curled into each of his wicked rolls, your ass pressed into his hips to meet his thrusts instead of running away and your fingers dug holes into the ground, each a testament to the unrestraint dominance he displayed.

At some point, his right leg was hiked for stability, allowing his weight to be easily displaced to sink you further into the floor. What was previously debauching was now impossible at the newest position he pushed you into for the sake of reaching deeper and keeping the visceral trait of a hunter enjoying his prey. There was no point in running away, you couldn’t twitch an inch out of his grasp much less moan coherent phrases. You were sure at some point a bark, howl or yelp slipped out from how pathetic you were sounding. Nonetheless, to Beleg, it was all he wanted to hear as he lost himself in the heat of your cunt.

The sponginess that cocooned his cock like a weighted blanket and moulded to the shape of his robustness and girth felt divine. For every thrust, he was met with acceptance through the form of a gentle or suffocating squeeze—for when he hit the right spot. There was nothing that could top the comfort and heat you provided, additionally, with the thrill of being out in the open for anyone to witness the obscenities, he was blessed with your arousal flowing all over his member. The sheen which glistened under the minimal light through the peeks of the canopy, radiated all over his cock. Not too far in the distance, there was the lavish sound of his balls slapping against your puff cunt. Kissing your lips with each meet and carefully stimulating your bundle of nerves.

Taking the hand that brushed your hair away, he dragged it to meet your nape and placed you under a headlock. Now, with your face planted into your dress, cheeks squeezing against the material as it dragged across the forest floor, Beleg was able to force the final weight of himself on top of you, sinking the rest of your body into the ground. Grunting like a wild animal in heat in the depths of your ear, he raged on. Hips ferociously slapping against your ass and leaving the area stinging, you felt the flexing of his muscles with each thrust. His thighs clenching and stiffing as he repositioned for a better angle, you felt it all with the proximity he achieved.

Lying atop and sandwiching you into the floor, he took the moment to reach for your hands, still wanting to bring a bit of romanticism to the rough act and bringing them to rest beside your head. He took the chance to pepper your upper back in kisses, soothing the areas that were slightly bruised from the tree bark. As he did so, he whispered little compliments and praises into your skin, encouraging you to meet his halfway and bathe in pleasure.

“Such a good cunt, and all mine. Hmm, gonna let me cum in it and fill it up? Mark you as mine, meleth?” he mumbled into your ear, nibbling on the tip. Feel drunk in the moment as you grew wetter and sloppier, he stopped his thrusting and gyrated his hips to allow his tip to rub continuously against your sweet spot. Your fingers curled into his, clawing at the dirt and your head dropped to release a silent scream. Toes curling and stomach fluttering, you could barely keep up with all his frantic fiasco.

“Do you feel that? Your sweet little cunt knows it needs to be tamed—see how well she takes me,” he continued while his tip grazed and applied a substantial volume of weight within your walls. “She wants me to put her down and claim her as mine.”

His words did something to both you and him. For you, it made your insides tingle and pulsate like a little heartbeat whispering ‘I love you’, while for him, it brought his orgasm a step closer than he expected. Just the mere thought of releasing all his seed and marking you as his absolute prize was even a greater turn–on—something he came to realise and would incorporate often.

Feeling the closure of his race coming abruptly, he pushed his face into your hair and laughed, “Ha, gonna milk my cock and let me make you mine!”

“Beleg, p–please…” you whimpered, panting at the swelling of his cock, growing heavier as time seemed to traverse through the ages. All the gyrating was stimulating and torturing the more he applied pressure, and his growing weight did nothing to ease the anticipation of being flooded with his seed.

In due time, he could no longer restrain the overwhelming surge of desire to possess you, and he soon released himself into your womb. His warm cum flooded your intimate passage, continuously pulsating as his member twitched uncontrollably. Your inner walls responded by clenching around him, aiding in milking every last drop he had to give. There was no escape for him from the tight embrace you had on his member, compelling him to linger a while longer until you deemed it time for him to withdraw.

As you lay there on the forest floor, both of your bodies quivered. His laboured breaths, escaping in raspy pants, sent warm puffs of air down your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. Tranquillity settled in, replacing the earlier sounds of nightingales and mockingbirds singing in the distance, the frogs croaking, and other creatures scurrying across the forest floor. It appeared that your activities had neither alarmed nor traumatized the wildlife.

However, the position you were in had become uncomfortable, and you needed to clean up. “Beleg,” you rasped, capturing his attention and interrupting his brief moment of nuzzling into your hair. “I’d like to move, please.”

Amused by your request, he couldn’t help but tease. “Can you?” he chuckled, well aware of how your body had likely been pushed to its limits during those intense moments. Every twist and turn had been well worth the prospect of experiencing it all over again.

Receiving an annoyed glare from you, he apologetically grimaced and gently disengaged from your embrace, making sure to tidy himself up and brush away any errant leaves. He then reached out to pick you up, ensuring your comfort. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Figuring that it was sensible to relocate your position, not deeming it sanitary enough to continue anything further, he gingerly scooped you and your dress up and marched back to the pool.

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[symphonic-scream]

Hey everyone it's time for more of my

Transboy Haru arcana swap

Starting off with just a list of the arcana, and under the cut I'll just. Blab

Fool - Haru

Magician - Ryuji

Councillor - Kawakami

Priestess - Morgana

Empress - Yusuke

Emperor - Makoto

Hierophant - Yoshida

Lovers - Futaba

Chariot - Shiho

Justice - Kasumi & Sumire

Hermit - Goro

Fortune - Rise

Strength - Sophia

Hanged Man - Sae

Death - Maruki

Temperance - Kanji

Devil - Tae

Tower - Mishima

Star - Ann

Moon - Akira

Sun - Shinya

Judgement - Naoto

Faith - Hifumi

Apostle - Mitsuru & Akihiko

Hope - Minato & Minako

TBATS RIGHT I FIGURED OUT STRIKERS

Anyways. Before I do the cut I'm gonna just talk about which genders I'm gendering cause I'm gay.

So Haru? Trans guy. He/him. Has been out for the entirety of high school, has had top.

Futaba? Gender is a construct don't speak witch at them. Any pronouns. Akira is CIS but Ren is a trans guy too

Makoto is fluid/non-conforming/non-binary. Uses bandanas on their upper arm to show pronouns. Navy for He/him, forest for They/them, and maroon for She/her

Trans man Naoto! He's he/they, very secure in himself he's having a good time now.

And, trans girl Hifumi

Okay time for the cut ASK ME STUFF ABOUT THIS SEND ME ONE OF THE CHSRACTERS YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOJT I VAVE LOTS

Toranosuke being just. Best dad in this

First for Goro, by trusting him and listening when he would mention stuff he'd heard or seen that weren't there. And getting him meds and not punishing him, and

And for Haru, he lets him use his family name since he's been disowned. And teaches him to cook, and how to do life things Like SHAVE

Cause Haru is starting to get a little fuzz and it excites him but he doesn't like having it on his face, and he listens attentively as Toranosuke teaches him how to shave, and the gentle fatherly hug after

And even with Morgana, just, gosh

The little guy eats like a vacuum and Tora just. Smiles so wide when Morgana finishes a beef bowl and asks if he's allowed to have more for real

And he even buys a bunch of cool shit for Haru's "lizard". Ryuji feels pampered as AHIT. A big terrarium, a nice heat lamp, and even a little hat

And he gets so excited when Haru brings his first friend home

Cause when Tora got his papers, it said Haru was a loner with no friends back in Nagoya. That he didn't go out, and his anger issues would probably keep him from having friends

Especially when he happens to hear rumours about his foster son on the trains, even

So when Haru nervously asks if he can have two friends over for a little hangout, Tora is so excited

Goro never had friends over when he was in school, before he got worse. So he's playing up being host

Gets them snacks, buys Haru the DVD player so they can watch movies, and shakes both Shiho and Futaba's hands with a big smile. Offers them dinner too

Futaba: dude your placement is awesome! Not as amazing as my dad, but still!

Haru: yeah, he's pretty great

Shiho: pass me the popcorn? I'm snacky

Ryuji: the big guy is good to us here, Haru got lucky finding a guardian like him

During the Kobayakawa palace, he lets Makoto stay with them. She doesn't feel safe going back to the living space she's been in before, and hasn't reached out to Sae yet, and was planning to just, stay in a hotel room

Tora makes up the couch in his home and lets her sleep there. Haru brings home extra homework for her and they sit at the living room table and work together, and Tora smiles at them and. He knows

Tora: hey kiddo, did your friend find a safe place? I haven't seen them in a while

Haru: yeah, Mako's with their sister now. Thanks, Tora. It was nice of you to let them stay with you

Tora: kids like you folks haven't been able to trust adults, and that's not fair. So I'm making up for my generation, one interaction at a time

Tora: also, make sure you treat them right, and they treat you right. A broken heart can be quite severe

Haru: t-thanks,,

Ryuji: how'd he know you have the hots for Maks?

Haru: I don't know, maybe he's just good like that

Haru: can I have my friends sleep over...?

Tora: YES, YES OF COURSE! Oh, this is so exciting, I'll get the extra futons, and- and we'll do a grocery trip! Oh kiddo I'm so happy for you!

He sees Shiho and Futaba come into the shop just like last time, but Makoto comes in with a blue bandana on his arm, binder on, arm slung around Haru and smiling all gooey and

Tora: hey! Ms Shiho, looking bright! Futaba, are those new glasses? Nice! And- Makoto, you look handsome in that flannel, is it new?

Makoto, all beaming from gender euphoria: yeah, I went shopping with my Sis. Uhm, if you could use male terms for me today...

Tora: say no more. Now, do you kids wanna order food or would you like beef bowls? On the house?

Like. He just wants the kids of tomorrow to have the best chances possible

He doesn't get the gender stuff really, but he tries

Asks them questions respectfully, takes fucking notes

Tora: I don't think I need to scar you, you're a good kid. And your relationship is far from the norm, but- be safe, kid. And if you need info on stuff, I can find someone for you.

Haru: thanks, Uhm. Dad?

Tora, tearing up: Y-YEAH. UHM. HAVE A GOOD DATE

Haru: my dad really likes you

Makoto: he's your dad now?

Haru: don't dodge the compliment, love. He thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread

Makoto: gosh, that's. I'm glad,

Sae: hey, we're back with dinner! There better be two fully dressed boys at my table in a minute!

Makoto: COMJNG SIS! You ready for hotpot with my sister and her partner?

Haru: considering I met both of them before you? Yes

Sae notices the green on Makoto's arm and rubs at their hair: hey, sorry for saying boy without checking. How's my sib doing?

Makoto, voice cracking: I'm good,

Sae is a defense attorney who lives above a gym. She gets them weapons from a supplier for said gym, and the guns are special order from a Yakuza she infiltrated a while ago for the cops. They don't know she still has connections with them, and it would get her fired, Makoto out of her custody, etc

Tae is working for a pharmacy at the moment. She gets them info on people through her connections to an online group for past and present abuse victims

Their apartment isn't anything special, it's kinda small, and has a loft that becomes Makoto's when they are free from Kobayakawa

Sae meets Haru first and when she figures out the fluffy boy has something to do with that coach changing heart, she asks him to save her sister

Haru: you're a very sad looking girl

Makoto: excuse me?!

Haru: I'm attracted to you

Sae and Tae on a shopping trip with a newly freed Makoto, who is gravitating towards baggy clothes and masc stuff, and at the end Tae asks if they want an underfut, And she shaves it herself, and smiles at Sae when Makoto looks so happy

Haru is just slightly taller

He's short for a boy his age. Makoto doesn't mind at all, they like being able to rest their head on his shoulder

Ryuji: your group is quite something

Haru: aw, thanks Spikey

Maruki: alright, I think we'll call it there. Great work, Haru, you're showing great improvement.

Haru: thanks, doctor

Maruki: now, got any plans after this?

Haru: ...a date

Maruki: HOLY SHIT REALLY?!

Haru: ...yeah?

Maruki: that's so exciting! Good luck!

Haru and Makoto go to see a Yakuza movie and they share a thing of popcorn, and Makoto has an arm around Haru, and. Haru kisses at their jaw a little, not enough for a full distraction. Just, affection

They kiss just as the credits start, when it's still a little dark. Makoto's eyes blow wide, red ass face, death grip on Haru's arm

"...I wanna do that again"

Theyre touch starved and never realized it and now they have a touch starved boyfriend and it's just resulting in them being super casual about moderate pda

Makoto's favourite is playing with Haru's hands. They'll be in the Lizard Mobile or at Thief meetings or in safe rooms and they just. Grab at his hands and go to work

Having little bites of each other's lunches and shit

Okay so the reason I have Naoto as the Judgement? Cause the Shadow OPS would want to investigate into what's happening and wouldn't want Okumura and his people to cover up possible Persona stuff, so there's that

So they already know about Kirijo and shit

This ties into what I want for a Strikers. The metaverse suddenly comes back out of nowhere and Haru would probably wake up there, and find two confused adults. One with emo ass blue hair, the other with red/brown ponytail, neither with any memories, and an inability to leave

They tag along to help with the jail's. But then, Mitsuru Kirijo shows up and asks for Haru's phone. When he refuses, Mitsuru makes it clear she will get what she wants

It's weird and makes them freak out a bit and then the cops are after them

And Akihiko shows up to save them from the cops, and he confirms the twins are back somehow, and explains Mitsuru's stuff and. They team up to take down the baddy, and manage to get the twins out of the metaverse as it closes once more

Their memories are still gone. They're not sure how they're back, or what's happening with the sea of souls. The Royal semester shit messed with it, reviving the Justice Twins and all, and that's all I have lemme know if you think that'll work

[missr3n3]

Augusnippets Day 31

snowed in/secret alien/twitter arguments

prompt generator used fandoms: all of them CW: surprising amount of major character death, minimal proofreading word count: 850 (i'm so sorry) @augusnippets

On a cold night in Hoelbrak, Hazel accompanied Willow’s quest to find more stray cats, because the ten that already roamed the Grove were obviously not enough. During their journey, they found a cave beneath a waterfall. Venturing into the cave, they found two humans, one scared shitless, and the other taking a nap.

The awake human introduced herself as Sophie, and her unconscious companion as Ben. They somehow ended up in the alcove after something called a “cruise ship" crashed into it. As Hazel asked Sophie a million questions about what a cruise ship was and how it worked, Willow left to continue her search for a cat. She found what she was looking for out in the forest: a small, gray tabby.  But when Willow attempted to coax the “cat" her way, a wormhole opened up and the cat jumped through.

The “cat" was not a cat at all, but an ageless interdimensional being. He grew tired of roaming Tyria and sought a different land to explore: one he visited before. He crept from under his minion, Peter's, bed.

“There you are!” The man with a missing eye cooed as he spotted the furry critter. “I've been looking all over for you, Mittens!”

Mittens quickly gathered why Peter was eager to find him, and why Sarah was staying with her former abuser. She originally intended to simply visit him, see how he was recovering from the Easter Incident. Then a huge blizzard hit Ohio and they all got stuck inside.

Just great, more cold.

Meanwhile in Detroit, another ill-tempered group was snowed in: not in a rickety farmhouse, but an elaborate mansion.

“Norman was supposed to be back with firewood half an hour ago,” Officer Wong grumbled through chattering teeth.

“Well, you know how traffic around here is on a good day,” Steve countered.

“I knew we should've found a better way to dispose of the bodies,” Isabelle whined. “I don't think Kenny or Manny would burn all that well, but it'd at least be something!”

Just as Manny's name left Isabelle's mouth, five bolts of lightning struck the mansion at once, killing everyone inside and leaving Norman, who was waiting in line at Whole Foods the entire time, homeless.

Many years later, paranormal enthusiasts Aaron, Joshua, and Selena were investigating the burnt remnants of the Murder Mansion. They needed to do something to unwind – especially Selena, who had to singlehandedly kick Azrael and Melani's monster asses.

As Aaron entered the remains of what he guessed was the living room, a loud crackling boom echoed right behind him

Oh God, what’s Selena doing this time!?

To Aaron's surprise, Selena was not fighting more monsters behind him. He'd never seen the two people standing behind him in his life. One was an older man with reddish-brown hair and scars around his eye. The other was a microscopic little guy dressed in black denim with bandaged hands.

“Well shit, this isn't the void,” Mark noted.

“See, I told you that wouldn't work,” he chided the kinda sorta saint.

With another boom, the two soft grunge boys vanished.

A few months later, Cain was down a Wikipedia rabbit hole. He was researching the case of the Vanishing Duo while he had Llywelyn's laptop precariously perched on the side of the bathtub.

Just as he was about to see if anyone else was talking about the case on MySpace. Llywelyn was thrown through the bathroom window by the Fisherman, who was still salty about him taunting the dumbness of trying to waterboard a fish. Jumping from sheer shock, Cain dropped the laptop into the bathtub, which started an electrical fire that blew up the whole house.

Years later, YouTuber Elijah Hardy made a video about the Exploding Fish Boy Incident, which got him cancelled on Twitter for the fifth time in a row. His sixth cancellation, however, was the one that finally stuck. It was cause by him making his first True Crime Video – covering the case of Roderick, Kevin, Sam, Jeremy, and Rachel mere hours after it went down. The Red Dragon Productions crew – Leah, Joshua, and Isaac – also got cancelled for defending Elijah. They didn't know about the plot of “pull your hands away!” by missr3n3 yet. Madeline also got cancelled for defending RDP.

This feud drew Cairyx's attention to Twitter. He figured out he could get into people's houses through their Twitter accounts, told all of his electric spider alien buddies about this, and they all banded together to murder every Twitter user.

This basically caused an apocalypse, with only a few people who didn't have Twitter accounts surviving. One was Jessie Simmons, who never made a social media profile beyond her Facebook. This same strategy is what saved Ida and Proto. Arthur was too young to be allowed on the internet unsupervised. Wes exclusively used Pinterest. Brandon's abusive parents wouldn't let him go on the internet period, lest he figure out they were also involved in the Peace Cult. And the incredibly lucky Dr. North deleted her account a week before the world ended.

[harri-etvane]

[lovra974]

Another Barbarian Bakugo... [part 1?]

Not exactly a reverse because Bakugo is a Barbarian too. Barbarian Bakugo x Dragonrider reader. Dragonshifter Kirishima. Enjoy !

The Bakugo clan is a powerful one. It rules over most clans and tribes in the East. They are known for their firmness. The queen and king, Mitsuki and Masaru are respected and feared by others tribes. Their army is the biggest in the East. Mitsuki wrath is something bard wrote about and sang to keep other from bothering.

They strived thanks to the numerous pillages the Prince Katsuki Bakugo do. He's knowed to be one of the best warrior on the continent. His friends group was a scary bunch of warriors. They were vicious, skilled in their discipline, they respected their leader and in exchange he didn't hesitate to put his life in their hands.

The Bakugo clan worked with a strict moral code and hierarchy. You respect the veterans, you don't kill the children, what's not yours can be taken, if taken then it's yours.

However, the clan feared their golden age came to an end. In the North, the King Enji Todoroki was restless. He linked his bloodline to witches captured in the West, giving his people godslike abilities.

The battles were nightmarish. Katsuki lost half of his soldiers and almost die twice. The war was expensive in golds and people.

The Queen Mitsuki have to find a solution. Bowing to Enji was out of the equation. She rather kill all her family than submit to this arrogant ostrich.

She glared at the map where the Phoenix of the Todoroki family stood proudly in the North. It was slowly nibbling at the East territory.

Her advisors were throwing hypothesis on how to force the North King to commit an error. All ideas were shut by the Prince Bakugo while he was getting healed by a servant.

"The ostrich is too fucking smart to confront us directly! They have boats! He's gonna circle us by the sea and trapped us like idiotic bunnies!"

"We don't have boat, no tribe as ever rode the sea in our history." lamented an advisor.

"Then I'll be the first!" Snarled Bakugo.

"Don't say things like that, it makes you look even stupider." Glared his mother.

While the Prince kept shouting he could defeat Enji, the Queen looked at the river Jaham. It begun in their territory and descended straight South. She blinked.

"I need someone to take a message to the L/N Realm."

"Your friendship with them was a long time ago my Queen, they may not respond to your call..."

"They will. For I have a proposition they can't say no."

The L/N Realm, what a mysterious country. The South was a dense tropical forest. The high mountains made the traveling hard. The forest was dangerous even for the one who know their way. The rains were heavy and brutal, storms shook the ground like drums.

Some says this land was mystic. Witches whispered that rocks and earth had their own voice. Some says nobody lived there or that the land was a graveyard for past civilisations. The wise just smiled, conscious of the secret kept by the land and the people.

Mitsuki waited. She waited a response to her message with apprehension. Nobody but her husband knew what deal she made with the Southerns. The Prince didn't care, he was busy repelling the attacks from the North.

And one morning, a watcher run to the Queen telling that a group was riding from the South toward them.

Arrived to the Bakugo's Capital five people on horses' back. One of them was you, Y/N L/N futur sovereign of the L/N Realm. In front of the throne, you bowed respectfully.

"Royals Bakugo, I came from the Mishae plains, far in the South. The Royals of my country received your missive, we are here to help your people to fight the King of the North. We remember our common past and we will fight with you until there is no more ash for the Phoenix to come back."

Mitsuki smiled, pleased. She glanced at Masaru, expressing just a second all the relief she felt.

Katsuki, on her left, eyed the men around L/N. Tan skin, battle scars, tribal tattoos that make him remember old tales he heard when he was young. But one of them was different from the others.

He was tall like a coloss, all in muscles, red hair and pointy teeth. He standed behind you, eyes far away, like he was perceiving things from somewhere else.

"We are honored for your arrival, Heir L/N. Can I know how much warriors are we waiting?"

"You won't be needing more than us five, your Hightness."

Everybody was waiting for the fall of the pun but only silence was met. Mitsuki's eyelid jump, tensing her youthful face.

"How that? "

"My people possessed forces that can easily compete with Todoroki's magic."

"What forces?"

You didn't respond straight away.

"You'll need to wait the next battle to watch."

"Is it magic?"

Murmurs broke in the room. Panic whispers or disdain shoots.

You grimaced. A growled was emitted from somewhere shutting everybody in the room.

Before anybody could ask about the animal sound you responded. "We don't really like this word, for us magic is a force extorior that a human called. What I talk about is something from the inside of us. But I guess you can call it some form of magic."

The Queen tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne, her face was stern.

"I don't really trust... magic, whatever form yours take. If your part of the deal is not kept I won't kept mine."

Your gaze slowly turned to the Prince. Your eyes roamed on his form making him tense.

"Of course" you said turning back to the Queen.

"You are guests to my court." She declared with a strong voice. "Your quarters will be ready for you and your men."

A week passed until Todoroki's naval force strike. Until then, you took your time to visit the capital. It was surreal how much goods this country had.

Your land was less prosperous, difficult to grow vegetables in the mountains with the capricious weather. But you knew riches are not only counted in golds. Your people where better artisans, they had to when they built the same house for the nth time.

Through your inspection you were more and more sure you took the right decision.

"What's that?" asked Kirishima.

"Orange, you wanna try it?"

You paid the fruit and gave it to your best friend. His sharp teeth pierced the fruit and let the juice pour on his shin. He growled of content from the taste like a child, making you laugh.

"Why is the food so good here? I promise Y/N, I'm not sure I will want to leave after."

"If everything goes to plan, we won't be gone for long. And you will be able to fill your big belly until it explodes."

He offered you a grin, all fangs out. You kept walking along the street.

"For how much time do we need pretend we don't know he is following us?" Asked Kirishima again.

It was Katsuki Bakugo who was following you. You had said that five men could defeat Enji while so much of his men perished. It was insulting, he was furious about it. When he demended explanations from his parents he was shooed out. WHO THE LIVING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE??? Fooling him like that. You couldn't be better than him.

For your week there he observed you. You were either strolling the city or eating your heart out. The coloss, he learned was named Kirishima Eijiro, always followed you. You didn't look that strong. He sure could defeat you.

That's what he intended one afternoon, while you were in the gardens, he challenged you.

You gazed at him again, roaming your eyes on every crook of his body. He didn't know if you were admiring him or looking for his weak spots, were he was already injured.

You smiled, pleased apparently by his demand. "You are exactly like they told me, I accept your challenge."

He threw you a sword and begin to attack. The match went on for an hour. It ended with him on the ground, both swords on his throat. He blinked, world shattered before his eyes.

He rejected your hand when you gave him yours to stand. He stomped to the castle, wounded in his ego.

It was the first time you destroyed his world and how he thought it worked.

The second time was when Enji attacks. Mitsuki called you on the sea borders, thirty ships gliding toward the capital.

"I'll take care of it." you said, firmely.

You walked to the beach below, Kirishima following you. You watched the man you saw as your brother sinking in the sea.

Everybody waited with shaking heart, for you to do something. You did not.

It was the red head, who disappeared and left for a gigantic red scaled dragon. You climb on his back and flew towards the boats. You and the dragon burned down the fleet in a few minutes. Blood, flames and corpses decorated the sea. Screams slowly died.

You landed and Kirishima reappeared. Bakugo was shaking. His body sweating profusely. You stopped in front to them and decided to destroy his world again, for the third time.

"I guess our deal still stand, your Highness."

"It does Heir L/N. We will begin the wedding preparations, as promised."

"What? A wedding?" repeated Katsuki. "Why are we preparing a wedding?"

To this, you smiled darkly.

"Our wedding, dear bethroted."

You grounded your eyes in his, paralyzing his body. Him? Getting fucking married? To you?

"I'll be back in a month. And when I do, I'll put the Phoenix's crown on your head."

Kirishima laughed in the back. Katsuki felt too much. He felt trapped. He felt scarred. He felt stupid. You were covered in ashes, smiling knowing he couldn't say no.

At the beginning, he thought you were a opportunist liar. But you were very thoughtful, you calculated everything in that little head of yours, you had plans. And you were not a liar, because you were fucking determined to put this damn crown on his head like you promised.

He felt something else, burning down, but he rather drown himself than acknowledge it.

Part 2?

[bonefall]

Oooo now you’re really getting me into Clanmew. What are the names for birds and bird species in Clanmew?

The simple word for "Bird" evolved from Old Tribemew, at the Dawn of the Clans. A "Bird" is any two-winged flying animal with bones.

Bird (and bats) = Hafefyl

The major types of birds that the Clan cats recognize are as follows;

Raptor = Yassga A large, dangerous bird. Any avian perceived to pose a threat is in this category, including swans, ravens, and herons. Not just birds of prey.

Fowl = Eyawoon Large prey birds, the same level of danger as any other large quarry. Ducks, pheasants, gulls, cormorants, a chicken or peacock would also be in this category.

Game = Biyaw These are the birds that are eaten regularly, without much other consideration. It's where most of the 'odd' birds that don't fit other categories go. Pigeons, sparrows, quails.

Fancy = Pyrrya Any bird that would be a shameful thing to kill. That usually means songbirds with pleasing songs, but also colorful ones with pleasing patterns and behaviors, and even bats as they bring sickness when eaten.

Examples of "Yassga";

Golden Eagle (Aquila chrysaetos) = Nyieu A species only encountered in the Tribe mountain, before re-contact it was considered a legendary animal. The most dangerous flying species, capable of attacking small deer.

Sparrow Hawk (Accipiter nisus) = Yi'i When hawks are being noted for their speed, it's this species. They primarily hunt other birds, but not cats.

Red Kite (Milvus milvus) = Eeao This is the species that is both large and bold enough to take kittens. The vast majority of the time when hawks are mentioned in a dangerous context, it is a kite. Goshawks are not as numerous in this area as canon implies.

Kestrel (Falco tinnunculus) = Ipip Acrobatic, agile bird able to seemingly 'hover' in the air.

Marsh Harrier (Circus aeruginosus) = Yeepi Skilled attentive hunters that tend to hunt small mammals in open areas, especially wetlands. RiverClan and ShadowClan see these a lot.

Merlin (Falco columbarius) = Mweelili A small, generalist hunter that likes low-density areas like moorland, sparse woods, and brush. Known for being friendly with Harriers and eating just about anything.

Osprey (Pandion haliaetus) = Pyip Not actually a dangerous species; but the perception of danger will make Clan cats avoid this creature. Most commonly found by the sea.

Swan (Cygnus olor) = Hchom Large and quiet, these birds are so large they can drown a foolish warrior or break a bone.

Raven (Corvus corax) = Nyok A raven is considered a very dangerous bird not only for its size and ferocious beak, but because of how vengeful an unkindness can be. They remember Clan cats and seemingly mess with them on purpose.

Gray Heron (Ardea cinerea) = Krekek With their habit of spearing, bludgeoning, and even brutally drowning their prey, herons are feared and avoided. There are stories of herons picking off wayward kittens, but it's unknown if it's true or just a tale to stop them from wandering.

Eagle owl (Bubo bubo) = Huo The biggest, largest, most dangerous owl. Cats are a desired prey. No other owl will attack an adult warrior, and eagle owls are most often found in ThunderClan territory where there's thick forest and a nearby rocky cliff.

Tawny owl (Strix aluco) = Hrrua'u A loud, sonorous owl. Known best for being the species roosting in the old Owl Tree.

Barn owl (Tyto alba) = Weear This owl does not hoot, it screeches.

Examples of "Eyawoon";

Duck (Anas platyrhynchos) = Kwek There are several species of ducks they encounter occasionally-- but this one, the mallard duck, is the most common. ThunderClan liked to try and hunt them when they had Sunningrocks, sometimes inflaming tensions between clans.

Ring-necked Pheasant (Phasianus colchicus) = Rauqa Named for the territorial cry of a male pheasant, the most impressive prize that a ThunderClan warrior can catch.

Black-headed Gull (Chroicocephalus ridibundus) = Rewp Not just a seabird; found further in-land and will make do with just about any body of water. This is a species regularly found and hunted at Sanctuary Lake, and also the type that Gullswoop is named for.

Herring Gull (Larus argentatus) = Eeyar The Clan cats haven't been doing salt patrols long enough yet to know that this is absolutely not an Eyawoon, but in fact, a Yassga. Sandwhich-stealing BASTARDS. They're the ones with the gray back, yellow beak, little red mark on the lip, and feral Grinch-looking eyes. If you live by the ocean you know. (There is another species that looks similar but Clan cats think they are the same animal)

Cormorant (Phalacrocorax carbo) = Waer A large, black fishing bird that dives underwater to catch its prey. Revered by RiverClan.

Carrion crow (Corvus corone) = Rawk This is the species being referred to when "crowfood" is mentioned. Rawkwoo.

Magpie (Pica pica) = Ke'ek Glossy, beautiful blue, black, and white bird. Very intelligent and a difficult catch; like crows and ravens they are smart enough to have a concept of social learning.

Egret (Egretta garzetta) = Bwawa Though they have many of the same 'brutal' behaviors as herons, they're too small to cause damage and hence are sorted into 'eyawoon'

There is currently no word for Chicken but Ravenpaw is probably using the term Barley likes best. Except the rooster which he immediately named "Urkaroona."

Examples of "Biyaw";

Wood Pigeon (Columba palumbus) = Huwoohoo Big, fat, common, a popular meal bird.

Dove (Columba livia) = Hrru Funfact: In TPB, there is a moment where Fireheart scolds Cloudpaw for calling a pigeon a 'dove.' In English, pigeons and doves are synonyms, but in Clanmew, Cloudtail had killed a Huwoohoo, but called it a Hrru.

Sparrow (Passer domesticus and Passer montanus) = Qee Though there's a difference in plumage between these species, Clan cats think they are the same species because their songs are nearly identical. Passer montanus (Eurasian Tree Sparrow) is just considered what a sparrow looks like when it lives deep in the woods.

Quail (Coturnix coturnix) = Wipiwik A round little ground bird that's very fast.

Jackdaw (Coloeus monedula) = Miaw A black-and gray bird with a mewling call.

Song Thrush (Turdus philomelos) = Errari This bird has many songs, which is taken by Clan cats as intentionally trying to hide its true name. They may even be changing their appearances to look like a Mistle Thrush; clearly they're something much more intelligent, since they use stones to smash open snail shells.

Mistle Thrush (Turdus viscivorus) = Charrech Much larger than a Song Thrush. Brave, one of the few birds that sings even in terrible weather, but named for the angry sound it makes when it's guarding berry bushes in winter.

Fieldfare (Turdus pilaris) = Apapach A very important winter prey bird which travels in large flocks. Bullied by Mistle Thrushes for good food sources.

Redwing (Turdus iliacus) = Eean Similar to a fieldfare, but smaller and usually in tinier groups. The call is very different, so these birds are not usually confused by Clan cats unless they're seen first. Apapach are the preferred prey of the two.

Blackbird (Turdus merula) = Oohee Males are blue-black with a yellow ring around the eye, and females are a ruddy dappled brown.

Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius) = Arkr Loud, aggressive medium-sized birds. Pale with blue wings.

Examples of "Pyrrya"

Bat (4 SPECIES) = Fip This refers to the sound of their wings mid-flight. No species of bat is consumed. If eaten they can bring horrible sickness, seen as a punishment for killing an holy night-loving animal with such a beautiful voice and great hunting skill. Clan cats are able to hear bat songs out of range of human hearing!

Pipistrelle (Pipistrellus pipistrellus) = Popep A very small, common bat species that usually eats mosquitoes and midges in wet areas.

Soprano Pipistrelle (Pipistrellus pygmaeus) = Ipi'ip Humans can barely tell the difference between these two, but Clan cats recognize that the song of a Soprano is much faster, higher-pitched, and absolutely sonorous. Considered the night version of a wren and held in high esteem.

Long-eared Brown Bat (Plecotus auritus) = Fepfr A very quiet, low-flying bat with a habit for doing some ground-hunting. This is usually the first bat that an apprentice sees instead of hears, and the one which is used to teach them to not hunt bats. It has a very modest song, which Clan cats explain as mourning for every bat accidentally killed and discarded. Rarely called the "Fip Hhass;" the Whisper Bat.

Noctule (Nyctalus noctula) = Shi'po The largest bat, has huge teeth and a broad face. Females both migrate and hibernate, but males stay awake all year and sing with a very distinctive tune hard to put into a word.

Songbird (SEVERAL SPECIES) = Pigu Note: Most songbirds are down here in this category, but some, like Song Thrushes, are only here conditionally. Usually if there's enough food to go around.

Wren (Troglodytes troglodytes) = Pi'ie The song of this tiny bird is so fast and beautiful that Clan cats have a hard time putting it into words; these birds are not killed except by fiends and rogues.

Robin (Erithacus rubecula) = Birri This is a small, gray-and-brown bird with a bright orange face. They're not very filling, pretty, and sing a delightful song, so like the other species in this category they aren't taken unless there's a serious need.

Woodcock (Scolopax rusticola) = Mweep Though large and delicious, these birds are so enjoyed that killing them is dishonorable without approval. They're the only bird that can fly away with its young, it dances and puts on air shows as mating rituals, and they're quite rare.

There are more species than this found in the area but this should be more than enough for now. Here's the most significant "bird" species they experience on a regular basis!

[scotianostra]

The Scottish poet William Julius Mickle was born on the 29th September 1734 in Langholm, Dumfriesshire, which is now called Dumfries and Galloway.

His father was the Reverend Alexander Meikle, a minister at the parish church but, other than that, little is known of Mickle’s early life. On the death of his parents he ended up in Edinburgh, being cared for by an aunt and attending a high school in the city. It seems that he developed a love of poetry from about the age of 13 when he discovered Spenser’s Fairy Queen and it is believed that he styled his own early writing on it. By the time he was 18 he was already half way through the composition of an epic poem and had produced two tragic pieces along with other, shorter pieces of work.

He started his working life at an Edinburgh brewery, helping his aunt with the accounts, but soon moved south when the business got into difficulties. As a shareholder he was actually declared bankrupt in 1763 but did not wish to hang around to face his creditors. He then took up a position as a corrector with the Oxford Clarendon Press company, the job apparently allowed him plenty of leisure time which he spent writing.

His literary efforts met with both success and failure in even measures but the piece of work that really brought him to the attention of the literary world was a translation of the Lusiad from Portuguese which first appeared in 1771. It was so successful that it was reissued eight years later. He wrote this while lodging at the manor house in Forest Hill, Oxfordshire and the work resulted in a significant boost to his finances, so much so that he was able to stop working at the Clarendon Press in order to devote himself to literary pursuits.

From around 1765 onwards Mickle was able to write and publish a number of short poems while occasionally writing religiously-themed pamphlets of a controversial nature, decrying the likes of Voltaire.

One of his most famous pieces, written in Scottish dialect, was There’s nae luck aboot the Hoose, although other writers have laid claim to it. It’s a fairly mournful tale about how a wife struggles when her man is away from home, at sea.

And are ye sure the news is true?       And are ye sure he's weel?     Is this a time to think o' wark?       Mak haste, lay by your wheel;     Is this the time to spin a thread       When Colin's at the door?     Reach me my cloak, I'll to the quay       And see him come ashore.     For there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

    And gie to me my bigonet,     My bishop's satin gown;   For I maun tell the bailie's wife     That Colin's come to town.   My Turkey slippers maun gae on,     My stockings pearly blue;   It's a' to pleasure my gudeman,     For he's baith leel and true.   For there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

    Rise, lass, and mak a clean fire side,     Put on the muckle pot,   Gie little Kate her button gown,     And Jock his Sunday coat;   And mak their shoon as black as slaes,     Their hose as white as snaw,   It's a' to please my ain gudeman,     For he's been lang awa.   For there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

    There's twa fat hens upo' the bauk,     Been fed this month and mair,   Mak haste and thraw their necks about,     That Colin weel may fare;   And mak the table neat and clean,     Gar ilka thing look braw,   For wha can tell how Colin fared     When he was far awa?   Ah, there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

    Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,     His breath like cauler air,   His very foot has music in't     As he comes up the stair!     And will I see his face again,   And will I hear him speak?     I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,   In troth I'm like to greet.   For there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

    If Colin's weel, and weel content,     I hae nae mair to crave—   And gin I live to keep him sae,     I'm blest aboon the lave.   And will I see his face again,     And will I hear him speak?   I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought,     In troth I'm like to greet.   For there's nae luck about the house,     There's nae luck at a',   There's little pleasure in the house     When our gudeman's awa.

Following the release of new edition of The Lusiad, Mickle had a stroke of good fortune in that he was invited to sail to Portugal as secretary to the captain, a friend by the name of Johnston. When they landed at Lisbon he was warmly received and, over a period of six months, he set about learning as much as he could about the nature and customs of the people there.

On his return home he married the daughter of his former landlord at Forest Hill in June 1782, and they set up home in the nearby village of Wheatley. He was now financially secure and spent the rest of his life at leisure, writing occasional pieces as he felt the urge.

William Julius Mickle died on the 28th October 1788 after a short illness, aged 54, and was buried in the Forest Hill churchyard.

[wallflowergirl2006]

My DDLC + OCs Headcanons-

I was bored and decided to this instead of being productive. (JKJKJK!!)

Monika- Cis girl (She/It) but in a forest deity type of way. Definitely has a love for music (Piano) and poetry. She is very much a lover girl when she falls in love with someone. Definitely neurotypical (I can’t pick up any ND vibes from here.) Pansexual Icon OFC! Definitely listen to that one Keyshia Cole song “Love” and Laufey. Has a bit of obsessive tendencies but not as much as Yuri. Definitely prefers tea over coffee. Still very much a perfectionist but is trying to get better at taking breaks when she needs it. I also headcanon her to be Swedish. (She’s a bit delulu 😺)

Sayori- Agender (She/They) She doesn’t really care how you refer to her as long as isn’t rude. Definitely Onmisexual (Pref for Guys) They have signs of ADHD but it was never confirmed whether she has it or not but the signs are there. (Parents didn’t get her checked out.) She prefers cold/warm foods and drinks. <— (Projection) She’s not a fan of people who dislike their friends or people who bash their friend’s interests. She definitely has depression if you know her well enough you can tell when their mood changes or when their happy go lucky facade is breaking. Sayori likes milk but prefers strawberry milk over chocolate. She definitely listens to Taylor Swift and Meghan Trainor. (Definitely listen to Love Story by Talyor on repeat.)

Yuri- Demigirl (She/Her) She is a girl but not at the same time. She is lesbian demisexual in my opinion. She gives off Toriel (Undertale) vibes. She loves horror but something tells me she likes reading about women’s history as well. (Specifically Jeanne d'arc, Emilia Plater, and Empress Sisi’s stories.) I headcanon her to have Autism <— (Projection) and some obsessive traits. I also hc that she, Imogen (OC), and Sayori go to therapy together. She also doesn’t like to admit it but she sometimes likes reading with Natsuki. (I like to think that they trade books with each other but they think of each other as well.) (Like Natsuki will maybe pick up a Manga that has a few scary elements in it for Yuri while Yuri will try to find a horror or thriller book that is not too scary for Natsuki.) Definitely listen to Mitski, Marina and maybe The Neighborhood.

Natsuki- Transfem (She/Her) I hc her as Bi-Questioning. Like she knew she liked men but when she looks at pretty girls she can feel her heart flutter and a small blush spread across her face. (She also started to question herself when she noticed herself liking some females in the manga she reads.) She definitely has a lot of anxiety from her father’s outbursts. Which developed a lot of problems for her like being very reserved, she tends to push people away and has built a very high wall to keep people out but she desperately craves friendship and something like a sisterhood. (Examples: SSO: The Soulriders, MLP: The Mane 6, or even the Mario Princess: Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Pauline (Ik Pauline isn’t a princess but shhh 🤫) and she loves Manga and short stories. Listen to Lana Del Ray, Olivia Rodrigo and possibly Mother Mother.

MC- Demiboy (He/They) Definitely Aroace (Specifically Lithromantic Gray-Ace) He is very much neurotypical. He originally came to the clubroom to get with the girls but after a while his attraction towards the girls faded and they kinda stayed because they liked the girls company and because he was getting the hang of poem writing thanks to Monika. They give off Kris vibes from Deltarune. (Appearance wise) Very much introverted and socially awkward towards people and is a bit dense. He is a gamer but tends to stick to chill games rather than action pack ones. (Ex: Stardew Valley, Abzu, Animal Crossing.) But on rare occasions he does play Detroit becomes human, Untitled Goose Game, and Life is Strange. Listens to Will Wood, Pitbull, and James Arthur.

(OC) Imogen- Cis Straight Girl (She/They) Has Audhd (Autism and ADHD) and Social Anxiety Has a hard time making friends due to her autism and social anxiety making her a loner at school. <— (Projecting) Surprisingly MC was the one who came up to them and asked them to join the club. They were hesitant at first but MC reassuringly told her that it would be a great opportunity to make some friends and when she heard the word “friends” she immediately said yes. They love Greek Mythology and Dystopian themed books and they also indulge in romance books. They also happen to be a gamer as well. She mostly plays adventure games and some visual novels. (Ex: Sky: Children Of Light, Never Alone, Starshine Legacy, and Slay The Princess.) Imogen and MC watch each other play sometimes. (Like he could be playing Animal Crossing while Imogen is playing SSO {Star Stable Online} ) Very very much on the introverted side but is very passionate to talk about her interests. Also she listens to Beach Bunny, Kesha, and Loreen.

They are also in a QPR with their partner Zane.

(OC) Zane- Nonbinary (He/They) Aroace (Cupioromantic & Asexual) Neurotypical as well. He was a very extroverted person with any person they interacted with. Before they came to terms that they were Aroace they tried so hard to get those “romantic feelings” but every time he tried it always failed. He gave up on love for a bit but then a pretty girl (Imogen) came and invited them to a literature club? He decided to go with it and join the club. He is very much an expert at poetry but the literature he enjoys is Mystery and Graphic Novels. They give off great big brother vibes.. Is pretty much a big goofy teddy bear. Developed queerplatonic feelings for Imogen. They were the one who asked her out because she was too anxious to do so. Listens to Cavetown, Alec Benjamin, and Bo Burnham.

All together HCs-

MC and Sayori were both best friends when Imogen joined the two. Sayori immediately invited them with open arms.

Natsuki and Zane both team up to try to convince Monika and Yuri that manga and graphic novels are literature.

Imogen suggests that they could do book reviews and recommendations sometimes for a club meeting instead of just doing poems.

Like I said before Yuri, Sayori and Imogen are therapy buddies (They're also trying to get Natsuki to go to therapy but Natsuki is stubborn and says that she doesn’t need therapy.) (She very much does need it 😹)

Yuri and Natsuki spend time with each other in bookstores, cute cafes and maybe even at Yuri’s house doing a variety of things. From reading to binge watching shows to listening to random podcasts and music.

Monika and Sayori are such hopeless romantics wanting to be loved and appreciated by a significant other.

Sometimes the group will go to someone’s house and watch movies together. Everyone gets there early so everyone can have a turn picking a movie.

Zane is a very affectionate person while Imogen is very touch starved and she literally melts when Zane shows her any form of affection.

Everyone in the club has codenames for when they're talking shit about someone (That’s not in the club..)

Everyone cares and loves each other in many different ways.

Yuri and Monika often try different teas together and tell each other how they feel about it.

Yuri, Zane, and Imogen get along really well because of interests in books.

Sayori tries her best to help Natsuki with her eating habits. (Like sharing her lunch or carrying around an extra snack.) and Natsuki bakes Sayori some yummy treats in return for her kindness but not without saying that she was only doing it because she didn’t want to owe her anything.

That’s about it.. (Not doing ships unless it’s for my OCs.)

(Also Tell Me Why I Had Such A Hard Time Spelling Straight??? 😹😹)

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 30. brb x oc

a/n: DADDY'S HOME ( LITERALLY ). Also when I found out Akita/Pitbull mixes were a thing I immediately decided to make the puppies like that.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, jesus EFFING CHRIST THESE TWO MAKE ME SICK (with love <3)

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Christmas was fine, the New Years was fine, she spent with her family and her friends, and now she was one week from her 31st birthday, four months pregnant and waiting on Rooster's return. 

She was immensely thankful at how quickly time was passing by because she missed him so much. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones already acting up, she was never this impatient whenever Rooster was deployed, she never desired his presence so fiercely. But on the bright side, the pregnancy was finally starting to show, a little bit, it was just a little bump that didn’t prevent her from using her usual clothing, but it was definitely there.

Beatrice was also thankful of her family and friends stopping by to check on her, sometimes her parents would stay for way too long, longer than planned because they wanted to know more about her pregnancy and what they planned for the room - cue to her mother questioning if the ‘forest theme’ Beatrice painted would be good enough for the baby and Beatrice retorting that they’d be too small to have that sort of input yet.

The room itself was empty, there was only Beatrice’s paintings on the walls, nothing more, because she wanted to go buy stuff for the baby with Rooster. He was so excited to come back and do that too, he just wanted to step in the father role and work on himself. He did mention that sometimes he feared he’d be too overwhelmed or that he’d be too much of a satellite dad around the baby.

Beatrice repeated something he told her months before, they were both new to this thing, both of them had this fear inside but they wouldn’t be alone. They had each other - and their family and friends - to go through with it. 

Rooster said that he’d come back either by this week or the next, he couldn’t say for sure but he’d let her know if he did leave. Beatrice just thanked him either way and told him they’d both eagerly wait for him. Honestly she was more than ready to have him back, “You guys will love him,” she tells Jack and Eleanor, who were now showing a bit more pitbull esque characteristics than when they were born with the exception of the longer ears and the obvious curved tail…they strangely resembled Akitas and Beatrice wondered if that was their father’s breed, “He’s so excited to meet you two!”

Eleanor was the more animated of the two, she was loud and liked to jump, probably a lot more brave than her brother and mother because Beatrice would often see the white puppy sitting in front of the front door barking at everyone and everything. Jack however, was literally a mama’s boy, he’d often hang close to Jolene and hide either between her back paws or behind her, probably to hide from his sister’s constant play fighting. “God, he’s going to probably lie down and let you guys climb him.” she giggles while giving the puppies their food, “Eleanor, don’t push your brother, both of you will have your food.”

The white puppy licks her maw and steps away from her shy brother, curly tail wagging vigorously as she watched Beatrice with her big brown eyes, diving in the second the bowl was in front of her. Jack looked over to Jolene, as if to ask if it was okay to do so, then started eating himself.

Beatrice sighs as she sits down on the kitchen table, looking at her stomach with a little smile, it was finally visible and she often caught herself looking at her reflection in the full body mirror they had in their room. It was small, it was barely visible unless she bent her body a certain way, but it was there, undoubtedly so, there was their baby.

It was crazy how there was a life currently growing inside of her, that this baby was hers and Rooster’s and that it’d be so loved by so many people. 

One bad thing however that she noticed was how quickly fatigued she’d get already, especially after work. During work she was fine, she’d move around as quickly as possible - even if Penny often told her to stay behind the bar - but when she got home, she would barely remember to lock the door with how tired she was. She fell asleep on the shower more often than she could count, just sitting in the corner with her head on her knees as a pillow before finally waking up to go to bed.

According to her mother, sisters and Penny, this was very normal and it’d only get more intense as time goes on. Her father joked that if the baby was making her so tired while still growing, imagine when it was born.

“You won’t be that over the top child, right?” she asks her stomach, smiling with one of her hands holding her head up, “You’ll be kinda cool right? Just so we could sleep?” again there was no response but Beatrice could imagine her baby running around the house, giggling and being curious. 

And Rooster called himself a ‘daredevil child’ because of so many broken bones, of how active he was as a child. While it was adorable imagining their baby like that, it was also worrying, just a little bit.

“...well, it’s not like I’ll know until you are here.” Beatrice says to the baby inside, “I know you can’t hear us yet, but I like talking to you. And your dad will love talking to you too.” and she’d continue her sentence, but the fatigue from before came back with a vengeance, “Oh come on, I just woke up!” she says even after standing to her feet to go back to bed, groaning in annoyance because she had plans for today.

Like…watching TV and napping on the couch.

Well, maybe she didn’t have much plans on her day off.

Beatrice petted Jolene as she walked past the pitbull, Eleanor and Jack stopping their chomping to follow Bea with their eyes until she disappeared up the stairs. Beatrice blinked heavily, “It’s just a nap.” she whispered, “There’s nothing more than that, I’ll even set up an alarm.” she smiles almost drunkenly with how much sleep returned, hoping that she could at least wake up after a few minutes and not ignore her alarm like a few weeks before.

Thankfully she was still wearing her pajamas so all she had to do was climb back onto the bed and curl on his side of it, nuzzling his pillow with her eyes slowly closing until she was back into slumberland.

She had a quick nap dream, one that probably showed a glimpse of the future for both of them.

She saw herself, Rooster and their child on his shoulders. The baby looked to be at least two years old at best, wearing a shirt that matched Rooster’s, with sunglasses that too matched Rooster’s but much smaller. Their hair was a bit longer below the ears, brown like hers and their little hands were holding on their father’s jaw as they walked around.

The baby was saying something, or babbling it, she couldn’t identify but Rooster replied to their kid’s little nonsensical talking with an answer of his own. And Beatrice felt her heart flutter just by watching the two, one of her hands holding on his elbow since both of his hands were busy keeping their kid upright as they wander in a…dog park? 

She saw Jolene and Jack and Eleanor, who now were amazingly bigger than their mother and resembled an Akita Inu with a stocky nose like a pitbull, running around, jumping over other dogs and just having fun.

Beatrice touches her stomach and then looks down, seeing that she was pregnant yet again, furrowing her brows, about to ask Rooster something when she feels him kissing her cheek. Once, twice, then going down her neck to nibble the soft flesh. She tries to stop him since they were at a public space with their child, even through soft giggling because of his antics, but he doesn’t stop.

In fact, it feels a lot more intense than before when she groans in her sleep, trying to evade whoever it was that was doing that. “Gorgeous.” she hears “Is this any way to greet your husband when he gets back home?”

Everything stops.

The dream melts as if it was ice and she’s greeted by the darkness behind her eyelids. Beatrice then blinks her eyes open, blurry vision turning sharper when she notices she is still in their room, still looking at the wall opposite to the door but there’s a presence right behind her. 

She hesitates for a few seconds, until she feels yet another kiss - and the brush of a mustache - right underneath her jaw. Beatrice turns around quick enough to give herself whiplash, seeing that the person right behind her was no one other than Rooster himself, “Roos?” her eyes widened, sleep now forgotten, “Roos!!”

Her arms wrap around his neck, his own arms wrapping around her waist as she takes in that he is really back. His cologne hits her nose, his lips are now pressing soft kisses to her temple and she relaxes in his hold, “You are back.”

“I am.” he says quietly, kissing her hairline, “Just got here.”

“But…I thought you’d message me?”

His soft chuckle makes the hair on her forehead move with his laugh, “I did, but you didn’t reply, so I just got inside.”

Beatrice blinks in surprise, pulling back from his neck to lean towards her phone, unlocking it to check the screen and…there was a message from Rooster, telling her he was on his way home already, “Oh. I didn’t hear the phone.”

“You were sleeping really nice too, I don’t blame you.” he smiles, “God, I missed you.” and his lips are on hers the second he finishes the sentence. Beatrice grins against his mouth, dropping the phone carelessly on the bed to cup her husband’s cheeks and keep their lip lock intact. She falls back on the bed, which he follows without breaking the kiss, his legs on each side of her hips and his hands by her head.

Beatrice hums happily against his mouth, this time wrapping her arms around his neck instead of keeping her hands on his face, feeling the soft fabric of the white suit of his uniform touching her skin, “You look really good.” she whispers on his lips when they break the kiss for a second to breathe.

“Thank you.” he says, pecking her mouth twice, “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

“I always do.” Beatrice kisses him one last time, the soft smacking finalizing their greeting since he hovered above her with his eyes glinting, “Hi.”

“Hi, gorgeous…I missed you a lot.”

“I missed you too, Roos. Did you meet the two?”

Rooster stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what she means until his eyebrows relax, “Oh! You mean Jack and Ellie? Yeah, they were kinda scared of me when I walked in, so Jolene was the only one that greeted me really…but it’s okay, they’ll warm up to me.” he pauses, his eyes dragging down her body until he reaches her stomach and he inhales sharply, “So.”

“So…”

“...can I–” she smiles up at him, dropping her hands from his neck to roll down the elastic of her shorts a few centimeters below her navel, where the obvious little bump was. Bradley scooted away from her, sitting on his knees on the bed and stared as if he couldn’t believe it. There it was, “...can I touch you?”

“Of course Roos,” she says sweetly, “It’s our baby.”

He almost cried then and there, but he sniffled with a weak laugh, clearing his throat and carefully placing his huge hand on top of the baby bump. There was no movement, obviously, but the fact he was touching it was already…was already making him feel things.

“...wow.”

“Yeah…”

“Wow, Bea,” he laughs softly, still caressing the little bump, “Baby, we…there’s a baby in there.” she nods with a soft smile,”...holy shit.”

“Yeah, that was pretty much everyone’s vocabulary when they found out about it too.” she giggles, sitting up a bit more, which makes the shirt fall back down over the bump and cover from his view. He didn’t seem to mind, he was still smiling with his eyes glossed over,  “Well, since you are here…I suppose what I can do is call the clinic and schedule an ultrasound.” she shrugs with a small grin, “If you want to.”

“Of course I do.” Rooster says immediately, almost giving her a look of surprise, “I’d want nothing more,gorgeous…Bea we are going to have a baby.” he sits back down on the bed, Beatrice scooting closer to him so they are both seated next to each other, “...fuck,babe…can you believe that?”

“Sometimes I can’t.” she says with a gentle shrug, “Sometimes it doesn’t feel real and yet.”

“Yet there it is.”

Beatrice nods and both of them share a gentle laugh, keeping their gazes locked until he leans down to touch their foreheads together. Both of them close their eyes and just enjoy the simple yet meaningful touch, just to feel each other, know that he got home safe and sound, happy to be back and happy to meet his future child, “You know.” he begins with his eyes still closed and their foreheads touching, “Everyone is making bets about us again.”

“Oh?”

“Well, partially about us. They are trying to guess the baby’s gender.’ he chuckles, peeking one eye open, “They really needed my opinion on it.”

Beatrice opens her own eyes to look at him, “And what did you choose?”

“Well…I have a feeling it’ll be a girl.” he says, “I don’t know, I could be wrong of course…but I guess it’ll be a girl. Can we check it when we get the ultrasound?”

“Of course, you don’t want to do a gender reveal party?” 

He makes a face that only proves that much like her, he didn’t care for such things, “People do that shit and create forest fires. Not that we will, but fuck it’s so…I don’t know, it’s not my thing. If we find out the gender that’s great, I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Beatrice looked at him like he held the sun in his hands, because someone like him was so amazingly rare and she was so glad he was her husband. “I agree with that.” she smiles, “Are you hungry? I can prepare us some lunch. I…wait, it's still early morning…so breakfast?”

“I can make us something.” he says once he stands to his feet, holding out his hand to her to take, “Maybe I want to pamper you.”

“Brad,” she says sweetly with her cheeks reddening, “You are the one who just came back.”

“And you are the one carrying our child.” he smirks, kissing the tip of her nose, “Oh, before I forget.” he lets go of her hand to walk to the futon by the end of their bed, picking up a bouquet of flowers that she hadn’t noticed before, holding it out for her, “I noticed I hadn’t given you flowers in a while.” Beatrice’s cheeks turn even darker as she grabs the bouquet, bringing it to her nose, “And I had to make up for it.”

Beatrice could only laugh with the flowers still up to her nose, gently brushing her fingers on the light blue colored paper that cocooned them,”You won’t see me complaining.” she tells him, leaning up to kiss his lips, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.I’m just going to change” he then shrugs off his jacket, folding it in his arms before putting it on the armchair in the corner of the room, “And then I’ll prepare us breakfast.”

“You don’t have to.” she says softly, her eyes following the way the fabric stretched on his shoulders and biceps without any shame, “We can do it together,Roos. I know you want to pamper me but I can do something.”

He disappears into the bathroom and she only hears his voice reply, “You can keep me company, looking all pretty.” she scoffs a laugh, shaking her head with amusement, “I swear it won’t be a problem, gorgeous. I know what you are thinking.”

“I just don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

He immediately stops what he’s doing and steps out, wearing only the gray sweatpants he often wore and his feet bare. Was it possible he got even more defined? Because Beatrice was sure if possible she could grate hard parmesan on his abs, “Bea,” he props his hands on his sharp hips, giving her a look, “You don’t have to worry about that, pretty girl. I’m not going to do anything that will cause a strain on my back or something similar.”

“I know…but…”

He tsks with a smile, “Fuck you are too cute, c’mere.” he spreads his arms for her to step between them after placing flowers on the bed so they wouldn’t be squished between the two of them. When she was between his arms, her cheek touching his chest, his lips dropped to the top of her head, “You know what you are? An actual angel.” her cheeks warmed up and he could feel it against his skin, “But you don’t have to worry, I swear I’m fine.” He is now, he thinks, the events from December still somewhat fresh in his mind.

But he wouldn’t share them with her…yet.

Beatrice turns her head to face him, her chin between his pecs and her lip jutted just enough, “Are you sure?”

Bradley’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing under her lip then over the soft plump flesh, “Baby, there’s no doubt when it involves you.” he whispers, kissing her forehead, “Now, come on, what do you feel like having for breakfast?” he lets her go just enough for her to grab the flowers and then return to his arms, “Pancakes?”

“Well, you do like pancakes.”

“Did you have any cravings yet?”

Beatrice hums as they walk down the stairs together, “I’ve been eating some pickles and…uh…I think those tiny pretzels that taste like cardboard.” she explains, disentangling from his arm once inside the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase, “Oh, and bananas.” 

“Bananas?”

“They are painfully good.” she says, gently opening the paper and filling a terracotta vase with water, “And I’ve never been too much into bananas, I mean I like them but I’ve been having them mushed up with toast and with some yogurt. With honey.” her eyes look at nothing for a second, “I think that was my breakfast most days.”

Rooster smiles, opening the cabinets above the sink to grab what he needed, “Then banana pancakes it is.” he coos, stepping behind Beatrice to grab the flour jar above her head, then pecking her cheek, muttering an almost pained, “Fuck I love you so much.” against her skin, pulling back with a loud smacking sound.

Beatrice blushes as she looks to where he is, busying himself by preparing them breakfast. Hard to think he got back just hours ago…and had time to grab flowers and surprise her. She noticed that Jolene and the puppies were outside, Eleanor casually peeking her head in to look at the new face inside the house then scurrying away, “I can make you some coffee.”

“No, it’s fine, gorgeous,I can do that.” 

Beatrice blinks, “Then I’ll just stay nearby.” she says, walking over to the empty counter and pushing herself up to sit on top, “And be your helping hand.” Rooster chuckles, a soft huff of air comes out of his nose when he looks toward Bea by the corner of his eyes, “If you want.”

“Of course I do.” he says quickly, “You think I’m going to let you go now that I’m back? Hell no.” 

“Well, what do you want me to do then?” she lowers her eyes to the ingredients he set on the counter next to her, “I can cut the bananas if you want.”

“You know what you could do,” he gestures with the spoon, “And that will, really help me?” Beatrice looks at him expectantly, wondering why he was being so dramatic “You can kiss me for moral support.” ah. “That would help me focus.”

Her eyes narrow playfully, “...so, I kiss you for moral support for making pancakes.” he nods, the cheeky smile on his face widening, “...I think that’s fair.”