#forgets about her own mental wellbeing

[trolls-poppy-specialist]

okay now I need a fic compilation of what were to happen if carmen were to be sick in every episode of the series

like, getting taken by VILE or some team red comfort (especially with the introduction of dadowsan)…

[kissitbttr]

What happens if reader and Miguel get into another fight (it could be their first or second or anything really, whatever you prefer!) and it was like…bad. REALLYYY bad, like it effected reader mentally and physically. So they just leave and don’t come back.

I’m not sure if your comfortable with angst with no comfort but if you are can you do that?? And don’t forget to take your time!!

baby, i hope this is angsty enough.

Miguel and his architect!wife having their first argument

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She knows not to ever pushes Miguel’s buttons. Especially when he has been working himself under pressure. But that’s the thing, she never wanted him to feel stressed or see the look of exhaustion across his face because it breaks her heart.

Her love language is taking care of him. Always. They both made a vow to always be there for one another and she’s never been the one to break a promise. So does Miguel.

Yet it seems that the past two weeks have somehow… changed.

He becomes distant. Colder. She notices how he keeps dodging her touch. Brushing her off with his hand while grunting a ‘i’m busy. later’ when she wants him to join her in bed. And it truly makes her heart torn because he had never been like this. He’s always so affectionate, if not clingier even. So what happened?

“Miguel? Baby, you need to rest. You’ve been dwelling in those paperworks for hours. Come on, my love” She smiles softly as she steps into his working office, tugging her silky robe closer against her body,

No response. His eyes only focuses on the scattered papers below him. Fingers furiously typing away on his computer.

She pretends not to be hurt when he chooses to ignore her. Bare feet finding themselves walking closer to his desk, she crouches down slightly to meet up with his eye level,

“Mig—“

“Not now, cariño . Go to bed”

His voice harsh. Whether he means it or not, it still makes her sad.

“I can’t” She frowns. “I want us to go to bed together. We haven’t done that in a long time and tomorrow is Saturday. Our day. Please?”

Miguel exhales heavily, removing his glasses before chucking it on the table. He straightens his posture, arms crossed over his chest as he shoots her a look.

A look that she had never seen before being directed towards his wife. One that she almost jumped out of fear.

“You do realize that i’m working right now? That me” He points at himself, voice growing harsher by the second. “Miguel O’Hara. Doesn’t need a break. He needs to work! And he would appreciate it if his wife stop being a fucking nag!”

That one cuts too deep. But she’s raised to always stand on her ground. To stand up to any man who ever tries to done her wrong. And that includes her own husband.

Despite how much that hurt.

“A nag?!” She asks in disbelief. “I’m being a nag because i care about my husband’s wellbeing?”

He chuckles. But she finds no humor in it. Empty. Just like his eyes.

“And i cooked for you” her voice lowers, gulping as she wraps her arms around herself. “Made you that carribean dish that you love so much, yet you didn’t even touch it. I even walked to the bakery and bought a blueberry pie. Sofia misses her daddy too, you know that?”

She hopes the mention of their daughter would eventually help his emotions decrease but somehow, his expression remains the same. And it only hurts her more, what he chooses to say next.

“I didn’t ask you to do that. And stop bringing Sofia into this as if it would help me change my mind. It won’t” He crosses his arms. He sure doesn’t mean it. Of course, he doesn’t. But he’s got a lot of things on his mind and he needs to take care of them now.

“What is going on with you?” She asks, both concerned and upset. “You have been acting like a complete different person lately! Avoiding me like a damn plague!”

“I do not need this right now, Y/N. Go!” He yells

But she won’t back down. Hard headed as always. “No! Because i need you to close that fucking computer down, tell Lyla that you’ll work on it later and come back to bed! It’s almost eleven!”

“Fuck!” He roars, slamming his fists against the table making you jump. “It always has to be an argument with you isn’t it?! ‘Miguel this, Miguel that. Miguel come back to bed, i’m fucking clingy and i need you right now!’” He mocks her, earning a very frightened look on her face but he pays no mind to it,

“Dana was never like this with me” He grumbles, mentioning his ex girlfriend’s name. “She knew her boundaries and let me do my fucking job. Definitely didn’t fucking nag me like what you are doing now. You’re making me regret my choices now”

And it hurts. Real bad. Because all of the time they had spent together before this argument, he always reassured her that she is the one for him. That no woman had ever came close to steal his heart and make him feel the way she does. Not Xina, Tempest or even Dana. Miguel may had the longest history with Dana but none of it matters because he has her.

Now? She doesn’t know what to believe right now.

She’s heartbroken. Face falling and her shoulders slump in defeat. The tears begin to form in her eyes but she has to stay in her ground to not let him see. It’s not like he cared anyway, he’s too busy buried in anger than to actually see she’s hurting.

“I can’t believe you just said that” Her voice is weak and shaky. Hands frozen on the either side, hands clenching and she feels her nails digging into the skin of her palms.

At the sound of his wife’s broken voice is what finally puts Miguel into a realization. The words he had just said to her, spewing those bullshit in front of her face. The look of hurt flashes across her beautiful face. It feels illegal to see her not smiling because of him.

Oh my God, what has he done?

“Cariño, I—“

She shakes her head, a broken sob falling from her lips, clamping her mouth shut. Miguel carefully walks around his desk to reach out to her, eyes filled with its own sadness but it only makes her step back making his heart break.

He had never felt more disappointed in himself than right now,

“Baby, please.. I-i didn’t—“

The sound of Sofia’s cries suddenly stops him. Probably awaken because of her dad’s sudden loud voice from when he yelled at her mother,

His wife breathes out a shaky sigh, running her hands through her soft dark hair with eyes shutting in frustration. She feels like she’s ready to explode at any moment. And Miguel contemplates whether or not he should try to comfort her. But by the looks of it, she doesn’t want anything to do with him.

Her eyes snap open. And for the first time, she looks at him with disappointment and anger. He searches for the love in those beautiful irises but find none. That’s when he knows, he had completely fucked everything.

“I’m fucking done with you, Miguel. Fuck you.” Her last words go straight to take a jab at his heart, before she turns on her heels to comfort their loving daughter in her room.

Miguel once couldn’t believe that he had everything. A home. A beautiful wife. A daughter. Second chances were given to him and he sworn to himself that he will do his very best to protect them all.

But now?

He might just lose everything he had built

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if i were to write a part two, there’s going to be a slight change from ur request nonny if u don’t mind xx

[dreamingumbrellas]

why tua s1 is a masterpiece and 2-4 give me a migraine

i gotta use my english degree for something so lets talk about it

i’d like to note beforehand, that i’ve only seen about half of season 4. but given everything i’ve heard about it, i’ve decided to avoid watching it for my own mental wellbeing. i really haven’t enjoyed the last three seasons much, mostly i’ve been dredging through because of how much i love season 1. it feels painfully like seasons 1 and seasons 2-4 are for completely different fucking shows–particularly in tone.

i think tua season 1 attracted attention to its unique themes that are lost in the rest of the series. the primary themes are of trauma and dysfunctional family dynamics. it’s a story about seven severely abused siblings learning to cope with their trauma and reconnect as adults. season 1’s tone is somber. it shows us glimpses of the characters’ childhoods, and how it affects them in their adult lives. the characters in season 1 were, most importantly, flawed! they were assholes, because trauma turns people into assholes sometimes!��

you can directly trace back the siblings’ character flaws to the shit reggie put them through. Luther was the golden boy, which put too much responsibility on his shoulders and isolated him from his siblings. As a result, Luther is ultra-loyal to his dead father, in obvious denial of the abuse he endured because he was never able to form an identity for himself outside of reggie and the academy! he is the only one that never moved on. and then reggie turned luther into (for lack of a better term) a giant monkey without his consent, causing him to hate himself and even further alienate himself from the rest of the world. 

diego never left the ‘number 2’ headspace. he fights with luther even into adulthood. despite how much he claims to hate his father, he became a vigilante likely as an effort to finally be good enough for his dad. and lets not forget (unlike the writers) about his stutter–something that formed in childhood and came back as an adult when he was triggered with memories of his childhood. he’s inherently defensive because reginald pit the siblings against one another constantly.

allison is a narcissist–though, when we meet her in season 1, she’s more of a narcissist in recovery. she’s recognized how her childhood affected her and wants to become a better person to make up for the mistakes of her past. what mistakes again? well, she used her powers on her daughter because 1. she was never told no. reggie encouraged the usage of her powers, and the household where she grew up was violent, manipulative, and competitive. she had no sense of real normalcy, so she never learned how to build a happy, healthy family for her daughter. to cope with her trauma, she clung to her fame–this is shown both in adulthood and childhood flashbacks–leading her to become a movie star, and not accept her own faults.

klaus, well, klaus is the most obvious example of trauma. mostly due to reggie forcing his powers on him when he was a young childhood. locking him in a mausoleum for hours on end. he became a drug addict as a result. living on the streets, in and out of rehab, and stealing for money. we see him struggle constantly throughout season 1–through his interactions with ghosts (when its very possible he wouldn’t have developed such a fear of them if it weren’t for reggie), with flashbacks to his childhood and (later) to the vietnam war. his inability to take things seriously and his self-destructive behavior are both coping mechanisms. his siblings don’t trust him because of his lying and kleptomaniac tendencies.

five is a character whose development is utterly abandoned after season 1. he was only thirteen years old when he accidentally travelled in time to the apocalypse, where he remained for 45 years. i remind you of this because the writers won’t. he survived those years for his family! because he felt immeasurable guilt for leaving them! he was so lonely for these years that he developed a romantic attachment to a mannequin (something only referenced for a joke in later seasons). he was in an extremely vulnerable position when he was recruited by the handler (a character who was very creepy in her own right) and he was forced to use his childhood ‘superhero’ skillset to essentially become an assassin, a job he loathed himself for. all so he could have a chance to save his family. five is cocky, sarcastic, and yes, wants to save the world, but we forget that he wanted to save his family first. he was willing to sacrifice the world if it meant saving his siblings. and even once he returns to the present, he experiences ptsd flashbacks to his time in the apocalypse. five is severely traumatized and stuck between childhood and adulthood, has lived for far too long and has done too many terrible things to be a child, but is stuck in a childs body and never got the chance to emotionally mature past the age of 13. this in no way resembles the five we get in later seasons.

in season 1, ben is a tragedy. he is the character that haunts the narrative (literally). his death was the reason the family split up. he experienced an incredibly traumatic childhood, forced to slaughter people against his will. all so that he could die tragically young (we’ll get into his cause of death later). he’s stuck following klaus around for years, unable to interact with anyone else. he watched his brother deteriorate in front of him with no way to help. he’s angry about his death and sometimes takes out his frustrations on klaus. but at the same time, he was ‘the kindest’ of all the siblings. he cares deeply about his family, but can’t do anything about it.

i think it’s easy to forget that the initial focus of the show was viktor. viktor, who was told how unremarkable he was again and again. who was isolated not just from the world but from his own family as well. who was drugged up from an incredibly young age and forced to ignore his emotions. yes, the umbrella academy was abusive. but being isolated from his siblings was just another form of abuse. he grew up to resent his family on a lot of levels, writing his book as a method to vent his frustrations but only ended up in driving his siblings further away. viktor went through a lot of shit in season 1, and resulted in him ending the world. but did his family kill him? no. because that was the point of the entire show. that despite their trauma and how much they might resent one another, the siblings still loved each other more than the rest of the world put together. 

everything ive outlined are the elements that make up season 1, and are almost entirely forgotten about later. but by losing the integrity of the characters, they lost the narrative. the point of the umbrella academy was never saving the world–it was about a broken family reconciling with one another despite everything. these points of trauma are taken seriously. it was the complexity of these characters, at least in my opinion, that attracted attention towards them. and sure, we didn’t love every character all the time. remember how much luther was hated in season 1? but it’s because he was realistic. these characters, and the shit they went through, weren’t a joke. and the season ended off in a way that forshadowed these elements being explored more in depth. remember how it ended?

with the seven siblings holding hands as the world exploded around them. and for only a few seconds, we saw them transform back into their child selves.

now, this plot point (whatever it might have been) was instantly cancelled and forgotten about in season 2. but it really makes you think about the season we could have gotten: the characters being forced back into their childhood, having to confront the root of their trauma and essentially, all their problems. they could look back at what happened to them with a mature perspective and worked through it, realizing that they were not each other’s enemies. they could have made up for lost time, helped eachother heal, and ultimately prevent the apocalpyse by being family. you know, something that would have actually wrapped up the narrative nicely.

so, what happened?

the shows original themes of trauma, and repentance, and family were abandoned in favor of humor and spectacle. it seems like the creators misinterpreted what made the first season so successful. sure, the first season had a lot of funny moments and great fight scenes. but it was the emotional depth and complexity that made the show what it was. but worse than that, it continued to spit in the faces of the characters trauma, downplaying it in almost every way possible.

klaus’ relapses were played for comedy. his fear of ghosts was drastically downplayed with the use of cartoonish ghost-buster ass looking ghosts. five’s ptsd was never acknowledged again; his coping mechanism, dolores, became a joke. luther lost all character complexity entirely, instead becoming a himbo (who we love, but, still). viktor rarely brought up the feelings from his childhood, and nobody acknowledged his tell-all book again.

one of the things that infuriated me the most was the incorporation of reginald in later seasons. lets remind ourselves of some things: he purchased seven children, treated them like objects without names, trained them tirelessly and deprived them of a childhood, traumatized them by turning them into murderers, pitted them against one another, and literally tortured them. and that’s only the things we see him do on screen. you cannot convince me for a second that any of the siblings would ever be able to be the same room as that man without having serious flashbacks. I don’t believe for one second that they’d work with him, trust him, or empathize with him in any capacity (except maybe luther) except they do, consistently. even five, who is easily the smartest member of the academy, and extremely protective of his siblings.

and- LEST WE FUCKING DISREGARD- reginald MURDERED ben.

the moment that happened on screen felt like the last shovel of dirt on tua 1’s grave. supposedly all the siblings REMEMBERED this incident in seasons 1-3. and yet they went to their fathers funeral, spoke to him (relatively) civilly, and teamed up with him after seeing for themselves their father shoot their brother in the back of the head for seemingly no reason. not only did they apparently not hold this against their father, but they never mentioned it once in three seasons.

and yes, i know, there is a very simple reason for this. it was obviously made up at the last moment for plot convenience. but the implications for this being retconned in are damning for the characters. by writing this in, the writers decided that the siblings commitment to one another is meaningless. that the foundations upon which this show was created, are fucking meaningless. they threw away not only the individual complexity of each character, but also their relationship as a family.

[monimccoythings]

Human!Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Devotion

These are all part of the same AU, I suppose, or not. But I like to think they are all part of the same AU, sometimes I forget what I write. Now this are just some deranged feelings and thoughts of Alive!Alastor.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentions of blood, implied murder, manipulation.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Alastor had never been a sentimental man. Of course he loved his mama, she was a wonderful woman and her death had definitely caused him a great amount of grief.

And then you came along.

Your soft skin, your chubby hands that tried to grasp his larger fingers to no avail, your wide unfocused eyes that darted everywhere, taking notice of everything. How delicate you felt in his arms, you fit perfectly, like you were made to be there.

How easily he could break you, he ponders. One little snap and there would be no more of you. It would be so quick and simple. There was only one little thing.

He adored you.

Your quiet little coos, your incomprehensible babbling that sounded like you were trying to carry an adult conversation with him, the way you squealed with joy whenever one of your favorite songs started playing on the radio. You were delightful, and provided him with more enrichment than any of the bumbling fools he usually associated himself with could provide.

As years passed by, you started to get bigger, your world expanding, your knowledge growing. And with it, came the risk of having you slip away from him.

He had modeled you to be his perfect little angel, his little fawn. His obedient child. He would not allow anyone to take you away from him. He was your guardian, your protector. Some asshole looked at you the wrong way while you two were going on a walk? He was never heard of again. Some low-paid teacher was becoming some sort of role model to you? Ooops! Accidents happen!

He found that his reasoning for protecting you was also a good excuse to indulge in his darkest desires. A way to calm the itch that was always nagging at the back of his head.

Alastor did it for you. He was making the world a safer place for you. No matter how much fun and enjoyment he got out of it. None of those buffoons would ever taint your innocence with their dirty souls. Not even himself.

He would take his secrets to the grave, always hidden behind a wide smile. he would be the good father, the charming radio host, the modelic citizen. The blood in his hands, as delicious as it tasted, would never stain your clothes.

No one would keep you two apart, he would make sure of that. He was all that you could possibly ever need. Your world started and ended with him, as it should be. Let him be the barrier between your purity and the rotten society that lurked outside.

He suffered everytime you were forced to spend time apart of each other. Couldn't you see it? Did you feel it too? Whenever you were in school or he was working, it was complete suffering for him! His fingers drumming impatiently on the surface of the table, counting the seconds until he was back at home with you. Only the mental stimulation that took directing, writing and starrring in his own radio show for which he held great passion and the delightful hunt his side job provided were enough distraction to cope with his sorrow.

When did he become so emotional? He should be feeling embarrassed of himself or at least be very thankful that his mask of sanity wasn't cracking with all those feelings. Instead, he found himself embracing them. He embraced the painful worry about your wellbeing and his influence over you, the obssessive and twisted love he felt, the need for control, to ensure you remained his innocent and good child, and the bitter despair at your absence that sunk into his heart like a knife. Only his little baby could give him such a rush.

He was sure that not even death would be able to take you from his hands. He would personally fight God, the Devil, and anybody who got in his way. Alastor would tear the fabric of reality apart just to get to you.

You would never run away from him. There was no reason to, as he had made you as devoted of him as he was of you. Or at least he hoped so.

Having you leave him would surely break his heart, as it would mean to Alastor that you had chosen to do things the hard way. But maybe, after a very detailed and complex planification on his part and some casualties orchestrated by him, Alastor might be able to convince you to return back home, with a grim reminder about the dangers of the outside world.

For there is no safer place on Earth than in your father's embrace.

[v3nusxsky]

OMG glad that you have the new Kinktober bingo 😆. Could I request Regina mill x reader with rough sex and punishment? Maybe the reader was being brat so Regina has to put them in their place.

Please 🥺

Thank you

Little Girl 18+

*Authors note~ this covers the rough sex and/or punishment square on this bingo and is my first fic of Kinktober! Enjoy;)*

Trigger warnings~ rough punishment sex, r is an exhibitionist, dirty talk, humiliation kink, degrading kink, mistress kink, edging, orgasm denial, cock (dildo) warming, fingering, spanking, office sex?

Prompt~see ask^^^^

Covers this bingo square

Working as an intern for your girlfriend sounded like an amazing opportunity for you to gain real experience and attend the university of storybrook to get your degree. Of course Regina wouldn’t favour you just because of who you were. No. The regal woman ensured you’d work for the position fair and square, despite knowing you were the only worthy candidate. Only now when you were snowed under by multiple assignments and attempting to balance working and school did you consider that maybe you’d taken too much on your plate. These days you felt like you were mentally drowning, physically exhausted and emotionally a mess.

It wasn’t like she didn’t warn you when your behaviour began to fall on the brattier side. Her good girl fading away into nothing but a bratty whore desperately begging to be put back into her place. “Keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in” the raven haired mayor almost snarled at you as once again you were pushing her buttons, breaking the carefully discussed and agreed upon rules. One by one. She’d tried to be patient with you but being lenient was definitely not something that came naturally due to being queen in the Enchanted forest. Regina mills was use to her commands being met and would never tolerate ignorance. Not even from you. Her patience was wearing thin now.

It didn’t take you wrong to break the next rule. A basic rule she instilled for your wellbeing. As her lover and submissive she needed to ensure you were well cared for. Yet, you seemed to be hell bent on getting on her last nerve, refusing to eat her famous lasagna in favour of working on an assignment. Now, she could’ve left you. Perhaps you simply weren’t hungry. But as soon as she began to take a bite of her lunch your stomach protested. Painfully obvious that you simply were ignoring your own basic needs. She couldn’t. No. She wouldn’t stand for this any longer. “Eat your lunch little girl or you really won’t like what happens to you next” she threatened, the indigo swirls masking her beautiful chocolate covered irises. “what are you going to do? punish me?” Your retort unknowingly breaking any restraint Regina had left. A quick glance at the clock and a flick of her wrist was all it took for you to realise what you’d done.

Your comfortable hoodie and joggers gone within an instant, replaced with a sheer see through bra and short checkered skirt. A shiver working its way through you as you took in your appearance. “Regina?! What the hell!” You whined loudly. She couldn’t be serious? Could she? “There’s people outside” you protested in a hope she would forget her plans. “i dont care who’s outside” was all she snapped back reminding you over a specific night to which you agreed to be used in this manner for a punishment. The thought being arousing but unsure if she would ever act upon that conversation until now.

Seemingly unbothered by your whines of protest she continued to use her magic to produce a girthy six inch purple dildo that was suctioned to her office floor before using her magic to hover you in place, just so the head of the faux cock brushed against your soaked lips. “You will sit here until I’m ready to deal with what a bratty slut you’ve become the past few days. I suggest you use this time during my meeting to think about what you need to be reprimanded for little girl.” Before you could protest she lowered your body down slowly allowing your cunt to accept the head of the cock before slamming you down the rest of the length. “I’ll deal with you later” was all she offered before turn her back to you and allowing the meeting members to enter.

Despite the added eyes that raked over your form, your lover didn’t even spare you a glance, the meeting flowed in the same ways you’d observed before. Regina took the lead and remained firm to her agenda. Any off topic comments or questions were met with a hard stare or slight scoff at the stupidity before moving on. Soon enough the overwhelming feeling of being so full while everyone in the room knew what was occurring had your poor cunt leaking on the floor, the room thick with the scent of your arousal. It wasn’t long before you caught the attention of Emma swan. Her years as a bails bond person leaving her with many talents about reading people. You’d almost feel bad, if you weren’t enjoying the slither of attention so much. She wasn’t Regina however some attention was most certainly better than none.

Pert nipples straining to be free of the sheer skimpy bra, accompanied by a beautiful blush covering the tops of your breasts and your slender neck were on full display to the room. You should’ve been ashamed really as you held the blonde sheriffs glance and began to rut against the faux cock wedged within your soaked walls. But it just felt so damn good. Regina never said you couldn’t enjoy this moment so why would you stop? Not when you could feel eyes on you now, watching the show you were so gladly providing the room. Every roll of your hips nestled the toy deeper into your awaiting core, drawing what started as small gasps and whines of pleasure before growing into moans. Seething. Regina mills was seething. Quickly dismissing the members of her meeting she needed to attend to you. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait, I’ll punish you there and then do you understand little girl?” She seethed, “such a filthy whore you had to fuck yourself in front of Miss Swan didn’t you?”

“No I you” you stuttered out as your hips were magically lifted from the drenched toy before you could finally fall over the edge of bliss. “What?” Was all you could mumble as she effortlessly positioned your ass up as she bent you over her desk. “You didn’t say I couldn’t -“ you started to defend your slutty actions only to be silenced but her manicured hands lifting the poor excuse of a skirt and exposing your round globes to the world. “Your ass is so soft… imagine how pretty it’ll look with my handprint on it.” She murmured in thoughtfulness before muttering a spell to keep your legs bound and spread wide for her viewing. “Slutty little girls shouldn’t enjoy their punishments darlimg, surly even a dumb little thing like you would know that? Now count for your mistress.”

Within the first few strikes of her hand to your soft skin you began to babble about how you didn’t do anything wrong. Regina never said you couldn’t fuck yourself on her toy. But she didn’t give you the green light of permission either. “Speak up little girl or I’ll add five more. You know I can’t stand mumbling.”

By strike ten you still had fight in you that didn’t belong. The witch was growing tired of your pathetic noises now, “that sounds like an excuse, i want a confession.” By strike twenty you broke, sobbing out broken confessions for every rule youd broken and begging her for forgiveness. Both ass cheeks sporting a beautiful shade red raw and small welts from her own hand. Stunning. You would never understand how absolutely gorgeous you are in the moment, but she did.

You couldn’t help the obscenely loud moan of pain mixing with pleasure as she plunged her two fingers into your awaiting pussy. “Do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” She tutted in disappointment before reaching her free hand round to shove four fingers into your mouth, pressing ever so perfectly on your tongue. A mixture of moans and gags were all that filled the room besides the filthy sounds of her fingers drilling into your cunt, bringing you to the edge once more. “Please mistress! Need to cum” you mumbled round her fingers as your pussy clenched around her digits.

“No little girl, you’re in trouble, you don’t get to demand anything from me.” She whispered removing her fingers from your needy core and switching the arousal covered ones with her spit covered ones, “clean your filthy mess” she commanded and left you no choice but to obey. So submissive that you’d walk over hot coals just to please her. Finally back to her sweet little girl, who’d do anything for her. Finally back where you belonged.

Word count ~1531

[leighbaye]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (2) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ the beginning of the end, the initiation ceremony.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ angst, mention of pain inflicting, broken families, flashbacks.

extra ➵ thanks to @cafekitsune for banners, extremely special thanks to @helendeath for supporting this story! mind you this chapter is long, you are responsible for your consumption. first chapter here.

before you knew it, the following school year was rapidly approaching. apparently it was the perfect time for him to conceive the dark mark.

for whatever reason for father, lucius, thought it was best for your younger brother to receive the dark mark. not thinking about the mental toll it will bring him.

the next moment, you were in draco’s room helping him get dressed and ready out the door. you weee buttoning his blazer and you then ran you hand though his hair, keeping it down. you then sigh.

❝ are you ready? ❞ you asked in a soft spoken voice, genuinely curious about his wellbeing.

❝ i-i guess, still unaware how the process will go. ❞

you then sat on his bed, patting his silk sheets to a spot next to you. he took the hint and approached you and took a seat.

❝ well whatever you feel uncomfortable, just reach out to me okay? ❞

he replied in a hum, he cleared his throat forgetting how observant his older sister was. like the both of you were in a in a pact and however he felt it will affect how you acted.

❝ how did you, yknow deal with the aftermath of embedding of the mark? ❞ draco asked hesitantly, wondering how you would answer his question.

you then stared off into space, all of the sudden the ceiling captivated your attention as you vividly remembered how it went down.

it happened in a different circumstance, but that you couldn’t remember why and when it happened. you wanted to spare yourself from revealing to much or it would most definitely get your brother more anxious then he already was.

you were also sixteen years old when your left forearm was tainted with the mark. the bubbling of a cauldron filling your mind also being the center of attention, plus witnesses taking your branding as amusing.

the pain was excruciating. it felt as if you were being held in the one of three unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse.

the noises of your soft cries and the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fillings your memory as the dark lord announced your current loyalty to him to the rest of the death eaters.

the glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was now visible, you rubbed and pinched your skin as you were trying to rub fast drying ink off your skin.

how much you needed to see your baby brother in that very moment.

the final vision you saw was back at the manor, you were embraced by your father and you choked back sobs as he caressed your head. trying to comfort his eldest daughter, narcissa with tears welling in her eyes wiped tears away from your eyes.

draco was only fourteen when this all went down, of course he want present due to his young age. he wasn’t aware until much later that you had the mark.

how much you pushed him away from you, afraid of how would then perceive you. how much he wanted to be there for his big sister but it hurt him how painfully obvious you wanted nothing to do with him until these uncontrollable feelings subsided.

as you told him everything he wanted to hear, you noticed how much facial changes he made. slowly and slowly worsening his mood as he took in how he sister handled that all on your own.

not even able to take a full breath in and out, you embraced him as tightly as you physically could. sniffing being heard as mumbled, because you laid your face into his neck.

❝ i-i just want you to know i will be always be here for you, im so worried for you draco! ❞

draco eyebrows furrowed, responding in a hug back is his breathing struggled hearing you be in undeniable pain hurtes him because what you faced will happen to him next.

just without emotional support from him, which filled him with guilt although it was never his fault. he was just to young and still naive.

❝ i hate for you to go through this alone and just knowing i can be present makes me so relieved you have absolutely no idea! ❞ you hiccuped, whimpering.

you let yourself from a hug you know he needed. both of hands grabbing his face and making eye contact with him. his eyebrows furrowed, in a frown as he desperately tried to blink his tears away.

your fresh manicured fingers in a gentle manner rubbed his eyelids, you then kissed his temple as you always did. it was evident that it worked.

you pressed your forehead together looking at each other in a platonically loving way. reminding you of back when the both of you were kids.

the malfoy family, besides lucius, were now present in knockturn alley. where draco’s death eater initiation ceremony will take place.

as evident as it was, knockturn ally wasn’t the same as before. previously full of life, color, & and people of every blood status, it was now dark, gloomy, and isolated. reminding you of malfoy manor in a way.

how you wished to be home at this very moment, knowing you needed to prepare for the worst.

dressed formally, hair laid down held up in a ribbon. you made sure that your robes covered the dark mark. people were still around and you needed to have social awareness.

you and draco, in a quick pace, followed narcissa. stealing rapid glances around it seemed to be clear, you continued followed your mother and swiftly grabbed draco’s hand as the closer you got to the location he almost stayed put.

as if he even had a choice. it pierced you but it was the truth no matter what. little did the both of you know, harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley were watching you from a distance.

❝ harry, is it me or do draco, his elder sister, and mummy look like three people who don’t wanna be followed? ❞ ron asked as he observed with harry, which led with hermione whipping her head around.

then there you guys were, as mentioned previously, narcissa entering into a alleyway. and the sight of you and draco holding hands and following right away.

the golden trip exited, staying in a logical gap between the malfoy’s. awaiting for what revelation was about to arise.

the long alleyway lead to a staircase leading down, letting go of draco’s hand and lifting your dress just a few inches of the ground to prevent any tripping.

the next turn lead to the site of where the initiation would take place. borgin and burkes. you and narcissa entered simultaneously while draco stayed out, he makes eye contact with you as you held the door open for him. the ceremony would begin shortly.

the both of you were being lead to another room where the vanishing cabinet was stored. as that was happening, the trio went onto the roof as quietly and sneakily as the possibly could.

harry then observed through a window how close you and draco were than he initially imagined. the noticed the small detail of the matching stacking ring on the same finger. he thought it was a soft touch but let those thoughts subside.

you and draco ran your hands over every corner and crevice of the vanishing cabinet and exchanged in small talk in form whispers before narcissa and distracted draco by planting a kiss on her only son’s cheek, while you looked at other items the antiquarian held.

then the reason why you were held up here commenced.

a group of voldemort-sympathisers, including bellatrix lestrange and fenrir greyback encircled an old cauldron containing a bright green potion and, in the centre of the circle stood draco.

as draco extended his left arm, the potion in the cauldron exploded with light and, quickly, the group dispersed.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[infinityinakiss]

i'm seeing some people be like "caitvi didn't deserve that ending" which is honestly such a terrible take. if you think arcane is a show about characters getting what they deserved, you need to watch it again.

secondly, you have to look at what this means for vi. vi has always been a protector. she has connected her very existence to the wellbeing of the people she cares about, and that forces her to forget about her own future, hopes and dreams. she is a shield and a shield cannot feel things, or else people get hurt. people can't live like that, so she replaces her own joy with the joy of the people she protects. "if they're okay, than everything else will be okay. i just have to keep going, keep them alive" sort of mentality. so when she fails to protect them, her entire identity is rocked. fail enough times (at least in her eyes) and her entire sense of self is stripped.

now if vi were to die/sacrifice herself, she would take it much better, because choosing to die for the people she loves is her playing into the role that she has chosen (been forced into). death is a kinder ending for her than having to live with her failures. but now she's stuck, existing in a world filled with the ghosts of the people she couldn't save. so don't tell me that vi got a happy ending. all vi got was a saving grace. she stays alive for cait, and if she lost her, it would all come crashing down. again.

[inamindfarfaraway]

Elena of avalor goes crazy

Esteban’s song something I would never do Is essentially a whole soliloquy in a preschool show

Elena of Avalor goes SO HARD. Sometimes it’s pretty standard Disney Junior fare, but then every now and then, to keep you sharp, it punches you in the jaw with darkness or moral complexity or really profound, emotional storytelling. Esteban’s whole antivillain-antihero ping pong arc is rightfully iconic. But I want to call out Elena herself too. The protagonist of this Disney Junior princess TV show, the one little girls even younger than Disney’s average demographic are meant to look up to and connect with, clearly has PTSD, repeatedly demonstrating symptoms like flashbacks, panic attacks and hypervigilance. Her character growth is so well-done. She has serious flaws and makes meaningful mistakes, and then matures and takes accountability for them. Not all her issues are resolved within a few episodes or even whole seasons. In Season Three she gets a lot worse in some ways due to trauma. But she chooses to do the right thing enough, and receives enough help and support from her loved ones, to remain a good person and become a better one. She’s a genuinely great role model for kids and has so much older people can relate to and appreciate.

Like, Frozen has got a lot of praise for its portrayal of mental illness. And I am so glad that it did what it did, giving symptoms of anxiety and depression sympathetic representation in a mainstream, theatrically released, incredibly popular Disney movie. But Elena does everything Elsa does on Disney freaking JUNIOR and more over more time. Superpowers? Check. Beautiful, evolving relationship with her younger sister? Check. Rules a kingdom? Check. Is mentally ill, uses unhealthy coping mechanisms like emotional repression and learns healthier ones? Check. Sings amazing musical numbers? Check. Never falls in love? Check. None of the main cast have a romantic subplot! The importance is all on family and friendship! It makes this asexual very happy. Nearly kills people? Multiple times! Actually kills someone? Check. Wait, what? Elsa didn’t do that!

Yeah, let’s talk about the murder, shall we? I particularly love how this series handles revenge. Elena really, really wants to kill Shuriki, both to protect her country and to avenge her parents and herself. Her family have a debate about this. Do they argue that killing or acting in hatred and anger is always wrong? That not even the pure evil Shuriki deserves it? That it would be an irrevocable moral stain on her soul to take any life? Nope! They argue that she matters too much as the ruler to run off and attack an extremely powerful, deadly threat and it would be more effective in the bigger picture to let her royal guards do their job. Their disagreement is entirely practical. Nobody suggests that Shuriki should be forgiven or offered a second chance. When Elena later defeats Shuriki in an epic final duel, she does indeed kill her! She incinerates her with a fire spell! The narrative never shames or punishes her for this, only rewards her, and she doesn’t feel any remorse or forget to value life as a result. A Disney Junior princess commits first-degree murder in cold blood and it’s depicted completely positively. She did what she had to do and is happier and safer for it. BUT then in the next season, she really, really wants to kill Esteban because he was directly responsible for Shuriki getting to do everything she did to Avalor and its royal family, even though he initially has no malice toward anyone and just doesn’t want to be imprisoned. Her pursuing him with unnecessary aggression and coldly disowning him when he tries to make amends gradually drives him to seek power and be an actual villain to compensate for his ruined life. She’s disproportionately fixated on catching and hurting him over the greater good and her own wellbeing. This time her thirst for vengeance is negative because it harms herself and others who don’t deserve it. She’s sympathetic and understandable throughout, but not making wise or kind decisions for herself or her loved ones, like not letting Isabel to talk about her feelings on Esteban with her. In the end, she does need to forgive Esteban to save everyone and have peace. But only after he tangibly proves his change of heart by sacrificing himself for her. The NUANCE.

Also, going back to Frozen comparison, I would like to point out that if you’re sick of them, Elena of Avalor has no twist villains. But it does have an array of interesting villains who are fun to watch and can be surprisingly layered and dynamic. Victor and Carla have a natural redemption arc building off their established true love for each other. Ash loses her love for her family to become even more immoral. She essentially kills (petrifies) her husband before their daughter’s eyes. They didn’t need to go that hard, but they did. Shuriki is a sorcerer queen with classic Disney villain confidence and flair, and has the added menace that a) she literally murders Elena’s parents in front of her in her first scene and b) she’s a colonising dictator who we actually see oppressing her conquered people through realistic methods of cultural suppression and police intimidation. They didn’t need to go that hard, but they did!

Thanks for the ask!

[lumilasi]

So I initially had a very different idea for the extra member for this group - and I will still make that one too, once I figure out what look to go for - but I had an idea for my space crew's main story that goes beyond Stefan's situation, and also ties Nadiya into it better, giving her more personal stakes than just being the Captain.

Now she's not just helping her close friend with her goal, but she also has her own reasons for it. Also yes, Illya and Nadiya are twins. ALSO, I think I wanna give Nadi a cybernetic arm too now, that'd be cool - and serve a story purpose in relation to her brother...

IDK if he'd appear in the MW crossover bit of their story, I feel like it'd be a bit like dropping the final boss of a game to the beginning third of the story? At most, maybe Curly and Anya might sometimes see glimpses of him, as their minds would be more vulnerable and thus easier to access...

More info about Illya below:

Illya's skintone used to be the same as his sister's, and you can still see the healthier pink tone around his eyes.

He suffers from chronic babyface as his sister used to joke; despite being 34, he looks like he's in his early twenties; he was often initially mistaken for Ava's Intern by the patients at the ship for example.

He used to be the head medic for Nadiya's ship, but due to a major accident and a mental breakdown resulting from it, he was taken in for intensive care by a specialized organization.

It turned out this group was conducting unethical experiments and had clocked Illya as a prime candidate for their "Nexus" program; they essentially turned him into a reality bending cyborg against his will, and made his mental struggles much worse in the process......

He was rescued from the facility he was kept at by her sister's friend Ava Moreno a year after he was committed; this happened the same day he'd finally snapped from the trauma and mental strain, his unwanted powers going haywire and causing a lot of chaos and death.

This was the same place Stefan Wilk was kept as part of another project, and Illya in fact did meet him and even communicated with him a lot with his telepathic abilities, because he'd seen his sister's friend in his mind.

Illya was Cherry Yun's mentor figure, but she took over the medic duties fully once it became clear he's too unstable and dangerous to be taken back into his position. They could not get him the usual means of help either - like therapy - because his current state was just too volatile to even attempt it.

They'd need to find a way to first stabilize his powers as well as "return" his mind back to his body properly instead of being stuck in-between Nexus and "reality".Illya went to cryo willingly, realizing this fact.

However as his Nexus Alter wanders, he's begun to forget this and other details about himself, which has caused him to slowly grow bitter towards his former crew and sister.

Illya used to have similar personality to his twin sister Nadiya, being highly intelligent, clinical with tendency to bend the rules to his liking if he believed that benefited the end goal, being VERY good at his job and being very reliable friend/mentor.

However, unlike his sister, Illya was more neurotic, suffering from undiagnosed OCD that manifested most strongly with fear of "not knowing enough" and therefore having something horrible happen under his watch, causing him to study obsessively just about anything he was interested in, to the point he'd neglect his own wellbeing. (He did also have the more commonly known symptoms like level of germaphobia, obsessive need for order, etc)

While his body is in cryo, due to how his powers function, he is able to project himself into people's minds, or sometimes take over the ship systems, hence he's often called the "Ghost in the Ship" by the crew.

Nadiya's warning about eye-contact relates to the fact that this is how he gets into your head properly; the projection you may see is just bait, he sinks his claws much deeper via eye-contact.

This is due to the version of him existing outside his body, in the in-between dimension dubbed the Nexus, and he can manipulate things from there to an extend (though he's not as powerful in this ghostly form as he would be awake with his human-cyborg body)

The only member of the current crew that can't see him is Mara, being the newest member who never met him personally; he tends to ignore her for the most part and thus doesn't project himself into her mind. He might still prevent her from injuring herself occasionally by taking over some of the nearby systems or turning them off.

His ghostly version can still be dangerous and volatile, which is why Ava has told the crew to mostly ignore his presence if they notice it, because interaction with him could trigger a violent fit.

Of course this can backfire as Illya feels abandoned by the people ignoring him, so it is a matter of balancing act; they need to analyze what the ghostly entity's mood is, whether interacting or not interacting is the safer option.

The person he tends to be the calmest around is Cherry, his former apprentice. She is also the safest when talking with him, as she's not very likely to provoke an angry fit from him.

With Nadiya it is a hit-or-miss situation, as they were always close, but he was also envious of how calm and stable she was in comparison.

He likes to mess with Stefan's head a lot due to him being more susceptible for it, with what Ava theorizes is his warped, twisted way of trying to "help" him to gain more control over his condition by exposing him to it over and over. (This is not something Illya would do in his right mind, back when they were in the same facility his communication with Stefan was much kinder and level-headed)

He rarely appears to Matthew, as they didn't interact that much, and had primarily a professional relationship, where Nadiya considered Matt her friend.

[cinamun]

Mercy absolutely was on some bullshit when it came to Bishop. I think the way I saw SOME of it - as far as the pretending he wasn't physically abusive and acting like what they did was all consensual - was her doing the thing that a lot of women in those situations do which is just not wanting to see someone they care about in trouble or wanting to cop to the situation being abusive. With an added dollop of not wanting the abuser to hurt themselves in Dira's case.

But yes, if Mercy's withholding information wasn't about trying to keep Bishop out of trouble then I agree that Dira's on her own with trying to keep Rah out of trouble and out of whatever she thought he might do when he snuck that bullshit mental health plea in there.

I mean, and.....

Let's not forget that this was her friend at first. And like her mother, Dira doesn't do friends. She doesn't do a squad. She rolls solo. So to consider Rahul a friend meant there was something there and showing up at A/V was her way of givng time to what you care about. In this instance, Rahul's friendship. Which of course shocked him but bro was ready. He warned her against musclehead and just generally cared about her wellbeing (and her favorite shade of pink which required dye imported from Glimmerbrook).

We all know the series of unfortunate events that happened next (and if y'all don't, please read the last 2 chapters because this current one will confuse tf out of you if you haven't).

The one thing I do agree with is her attitude now was certainly influenced by her brief experience with boys during her teen years.

[ballinandcantgetup452]

The Last Will and Testament of Lex Luthor Part 1

Today marked the six-month anniversary of Lex Luthor disappearing. Six months. After three months of deep searching and using every resource he could reasonably use, Superman had just run out of leads. But still, Superman was worried for Lex Luthor. Lex had never disappeared for this long. Sure, he had long periods of time where he wasn't actively trying to destroy Superman, but he was always at least doing things that were LexCorp-related. Superman knew that Lex had to be seen. He was gone for so long that people were already beginning to talk about him less. Superman knew it would've driven Lex insane to know that people were beginning to forget about him. Superman wondered why he was so concerned about Lex Luthor. That's one worry off of his back. Metropolis is supervillain-ridden enough as it is. And yet Superman couldn't help but be worried for Lex. Especially today.

Clark Kent was at his Metropolis apartment with his wife, Lois Lane. He sat at his computer, going over his usual rounds to see if there were any signs of Lex. He checked kryptonite-related robberies, government weapons auctions, even online forums. Lois had just gotten out of the shower and put on a robe. She wrapped her arms around her husband, worried for his mental health.

"Still trying to find Lex?"

Clark rubbed his eyes together in frustration at no further signs of Lex-related action, "Yeah. He's been completely AWOL for months. Even Batman hasn't found anything. I know I should be happy that he isn't doing anything bad, but I'm just worried."

Lois rubbed her husband's shoulders, "With how much you've been trying to find him, I'd say that you were more concerned for Lex's wellbeing rather than his criminal actions."

Clark paused and stared at his screen, he genuinely considered if Lois was right. Clark thought he hated Lex. He's arrogant, prideful, selfish. He's Lex Luthor. He's everything that Clark thinks is wrong with humanity. But Clark still wondered: if he hated Lex Luthor so much, then why is he still searching for him?

Lois noticed that Clark was getting too deep into his own head again and straddled him on his seat.

"You've been working at this for far too long today. Nothing is going to change on that screen tonight. I promise you." Lois kissed her husband, "Now why don't you fly down to Italy to get that wine we like and I won't get mad at you for doing non-emergency work on date night?"

Clark kissed his wife back, realizing that as usual, she was right, "Yes ma'am. On my way."

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Dreamswept: Chapter Fifteen

Dreamswept: In which Dream’s imprisonment brings out his darker side. Y/N’s mother works for the Burgess’s as a nurse, and after stumbling across what is hidden beneath Fawny Rig’s mortars one summer, Y/N’s life will never be the same. A darkness has attached itself to her and no matter how long she is kept from the Endless in the basement, he has not forgotten her kindness and brief moments of comfort. No, he has not forgotten, and now he craves it.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dubious Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex Is A No No), Breeding Kink, Morpheus Baby Fever (Morpheus Wants To Be A Daddy Again), Manipulated Reader, Major Mind Fuckery, Gore (Brief Injury), This Is Filth! Like Seriously, If Any Themes Above Bother You (Baby Making), Please Don’t Read.

To Note: Dark!Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader, Inspired by 'Claiming His Queen' by @moonmaiden1996 (Go Read It!).

Word Count: ~3.5k

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Lucienne had told you that Morpheus had business in the Waking World, someone had called for him. You were glad to know that people still remembered him. Then you got to talking with Matthew about who had called. You didn’t know what to think about Morpheus running off to aid his ex-wife. It was unsettling to you, but you could understand that he would aid her… you were sure Calliope was incredibly beautiful. Would he stray from you? You bit down on your lip, drawing blood and digging your nails into the skirts of your dress. You didn’t want to be the jealous wife, you refused to be. But your mind would not let it go and those thoughts circulated your mind repeatedly until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You sharply rose to your feet and strode from your sitting room, your nails scratching at your arm. With insecurity raging in your veins, you took to walking the walls of the palace in restlessness. Everyone who passed you could see that something was bothering you. Somehow you ended up on the other side of palace, wandering with no direction.

“My lady?” You blinked yourself out of your thoughts and came to a stop, seeing Lucienne standing to your left with a concerned look on her face.

“Oh, do you need something, Lucienne?” You asked, tilting your head to the side in question. “Did I forget something again?” Lucienne shook her head firmly in answer and walked over to you with her hands clasped behind her.

“No, nothing of the sort, I simply wish to inquire about your current wellbeing, this is the first time you are governing The Dreaming alone.” Not to mention the first time Morpheus had left you to your own devices since he had stolen you from The Waking World. Lucienne often questioned the amount of mental influence Morpheus used on you to keep you placid and agreeable. He had held you close since you had fled to the Ocean of Dreams. It was clear to everyone that you weren’t yourself, you didn’t have the spark of fire burning behind your eyes or the fight in your body. Lucienne could only see confusion and emptiness.

“I’m fine,” You stated softly, hiding your hands behind your back so she couldn’t see how you had picked and scratched at your arms with your nails. The very least you could do was be the effortless and perfect queen everyone seemed to think you were. “And I am sure Morpheus will be back soon…” Your words were more of a reassurance to yourself than one to Lucienne. The librarian looked at you over her glasses, not believing your futile attempts to appear normal. You tried so hard to be something you were never destined to handle.

“Are you,” Lucienne drawled out, eyeing you closer, her eyes lingered on your sleeve, catching sight of the scratched skin of your wrists. You tugged the sleeve of your dress further down to hide it from view. Lucienne pursed her lips and cocked her head. “Would you like to go for a walk with me, my lady? I believe the echinacea have just bloomed.” Flowers, your mind could use the distraction and flowers were nice. Beautiful. Beautiful like Calliope— You took in a deep breath and smiled.

“I would love to go on a walk with you, Lucienne, thank you.” Lucienne inclined her head and the two of you set out for the gardens. You felt better being in Lucienne’s company. Upon entering the gardens, the echinacea were indeed blooming and they brought a smile to your lips, your first smile in days. Lucienne observed you, her eyes glossing over your torn up wrists from your constant picking and scratching.

“Forgive me for prying, my lady, but I do believe that something is bothering you, despite your insistence that you are well.” Your eyes flickered to Lucienne’s before darting back to the flowers. You reached out and ran your fingers lightly over the petals of the blooms. The librarian adjusted her glasses perched on her nose. You almost didn’t want to respond, you wanted to keep your secrets and the image of Morpheus’s perfect little queen. But you couldn’t.

“I do not believe I am the queen Morpheus needs, surely someone else would be a better choice,” You uttered softly. “Someone who’s already a queen, or a muse…” You muttered the last part beneath your breath. Lucienne could clearly hear you and understand your insecurities. You were, after all, once human and all of Morpheus’s previous lovers had not been ordinary. A mortal queen, an immortal witch, a muse… you were by far the most ordinary, but only you could have captured the heart of an Endless and Lucienne pitied you for it. Had you not had the spark of fire within you, you would never have been trapped for eternity at Morpheus’s side.

“Y/N,” Lucienne called, drawing your eyes back to hers. She could see the stress and unease within your eyes. “Lord Morpheus is entirely dedicated to those he has vowed himself to, especially to the one that he adores the most in all of creation.”

“I don’t even remember what vows he made when we married.” You commented, your fingers twisting together in front of you. That was because you had never had an official ceremony. He hadn’t even asked you to marry him in the first place. Lucienne held her tongue.

“Lord Morpheus’s relationship with Calliope has long since ended and there is no future for any other than that which is purely platonic.” Lucienne told you, her eyes kind. “He will never stray from you. If he did not feel so intensely for you, he would never have made you his queen.” Or keep you trapped in The Dreaming in a state of in-between. You had no idea how much Morpheus worshipped you, obsessed over you.You lifted your eyes ahead of you, a glazed look once more occupying your eyes.

“Thank you for your company, Lucienne, I do greatly appreciate it.” You said absentmindedly. “But I think I should like to spend some time alone.” Lucienne didn’t want to leave you alone, locked in a mind that was not your own… but there was very little she could do to help you. Not without risking bringing down the wrath of an Endless on herself. So Lucienne reluctantly bowed to you and strode off, heading back to the castle. You walked deeper into the garden, following the path until you got to the little gazebo Mervyn had built for you so you could have a nice place to enjoy a meal or a spot of tea. Right now it would be a nice place to sit and enjoy the ever so slight breeze… while trying your best to not be overcome by thoughts of inadequacy and jealousy. Taking a seat, your fingers unconsciously started scratching at your skin. It was almost like they hoped to scratch free all of these unwanted emotions you felt.

The more you scratched, the harder you pressed, sinking your nails deep into your flesh until you drew blood, raking away flesh to tendon and muscle. You paused the moment you felt warm liquid running across your skin. Looking down, you saw the deep grooves you had carved into your skin, marring what normally would have been beautiful, unblemished skin. You had ruined it with all your mindless scratching. Rotating your wrist, you looked at your bloody nails and the flesh that clung to the underside of them, how had you dug so deep into your arm that you literally tore skin? Your bleeding arm started to tremble, the insatiable urge to scratch, to sink your nails into your flesh, unstoppable. You dove the hand of your bleeding arm to your clean arm, desperate to find relief. Before your nails could pass over already raw and inflamed skin, pale hands darted into view and grabbed yours, ceasing your actions. You startled and jerked backward.

“What have you done to yourself!?” Morpheus rasped as he knelt down on one knee and held onto your straining hands. Your beautiful arms, your beautiful, beautiful arms had been torn up and it all had been by your hand. Your lips wobbled as you flinched.

“Calliope is so much more beautiful than me, isn’t she,” You spoke out, your bloody nails curling into your palms. “I— I’m not—“

“Where did this come from, Y/N?” Morpheus asked darkly, drawing upon his sand and having it rush over your skin in an urgency to rid your precious body of the harm you had caused. “Why have you harmed yourself!?”

“I—“ You barely stuttered the word out, your eyes flickering around. You didn’t want to admit it to him, Morpheus could see it in your eyes, even when you were averting them from his. His grasp tightened around your hands, his sand slipping from your fingers to reveal fully healed wrists.

You trembled and Morpheus slipped his way into your troubled mind. You were riddled with insecurity and felt entirely inadequate, and had tried to physically claw those feelings from your body. Why did you think Morpheus would ever consider you a lessor queen because of your previous mortality. The mere insinuation that he thought less of you because you were once human was enough to spark anger within Morpheus. How dare you think him to be so cruel to the one he held most dear! He thought that he had made it quite clear that you were the only one for him. That you would only ever be the one for him. Apparently he would have to show you just how devoted he was to you, and he knew exactly how to do so. His recent trip to The Waking World had reminded him of how much he craved the love of family. You were here. Waiting and willing. He could have everything he desired in a matter of moments, and that was starting right now.

Morpheus released your hands and grabbed your waist, effortlessly plucking you from your seat and moving you to the tabletop beneath the gazebo. But rather than just have you sit he pushed you back against the smooth wood and hovered over you while his eyes blazed a hungry silver. Your breath was caught in your throat at the look in his blazing eyes. Hungry. Primal. Morpheus’s hands sunk into the heavy skirts of your dress and shoved them up to reveal your beautiful legs and luscious thighs. You heart then started racing when he growled in irritation. Magic rushed over your skin and your beautifully embroidered dress melted from your body, revealing all that Morpheus dreamed and craved. You were so exquisite, stretched out beneath him like a grecian woman draping herself on a lounge during a hot day.

“You dare suggest that you are not worthy of being my queen? My beloved!?” Morpheus growled, his fingers hungrily groping your skin, harshly drawing out intense pleasure that instantly had you squirming and whining. Your fingers dug into Morpheus’s shoulders, scraping his jacket, clawing the material. Your hips pushed upwards as you arched your back. Morpheus dropped his body against yours, eyes blazing into yours. “What must I do to convince you of your worthiness, of your divinity that I see within you?”

You gasped when his hand dove between your legs and fingers were shoved into your cunt. Your cheeks flooded with heat at the sounds produced from his fingers. Morpheus stared darkly into your slightly rolled back eyes. But it wasn’t enough to see you gasping and ridged from his sudden intrusion, he needed more, he would make you give him more. Morpheus twisted his fingers within your body, dragging them against your hot velvet walls and pressing his fingertips into your most sensitive places. You writhed with a sweet cry, bucking your hips against his hand.

“Shall I fill you to the brim with my seed? Until your heavenly cunt can’t hold any more? Until you are dripping?” Morpheus rasped, placing his lips just below your ear, his teeth raking over your sensitive flesh. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as you reacted to his words, but it still wasn’t enough. “Shall I bed you until my seed takes within your body? Until life grows within you? Will that be what it takes?”

You felt so unbearably hot, your entire body trembling and shaking, not to mention filled with passion and pleasure that made it hard to breathe. His words echoed in your mind, over and over, until you were finally begging for more.

“Please,” You begged, your fingers slipping across his shoulders and digging into obsidian hair. Morpheus’s eyes blazed in satisfaction and dragging his fingers from your drenched cunt, he made sure to brush his thumb against your clit. You let out a choked whine at the loss, your nails digging into his scalp. “Morpheus, please, I—“

Morpheus brushed his lips along the side of your face until his lips ghosted over yours. He shushed you, stroking his fingers over your hair as you sniffled and cried at your loss. While you looked so beautiful and ethereal, it tore at Morpheus’s heart to see you so upset. But that didn’t make him upset, it made him angry. He thought he had given you everything you could ever want or need, but it was clear to him that he had failed you. You, his precious queen.

“I will give you my seed, my queen, I will give you my seed, my love, everything. Everything you desire shall be yours.” Morpheus promised you, his lips brushing against yours. He was quick to free himself from his jeans and then returned his hand to your body, pushing them against your skin and reveling in the softness. He could already imagine you rounded with child. Morpheus’s cock twitched and hardened at the idea. Precious you, carrying his child? There was nothing more that he wanted in this instance. So Morpheus’s hands, prowling across your hips, trailed down to your thighs. He wrapped his fingers around your legs and sharply pulled your cunt right into his hardened cock. You let out a strangled moan, the already swollen folds of your cunt pulsating with desire and need for the cock pressing against it. Morpheus, with the thought of you round and with child, could not stand it any more and buried himself deep within your cunt.

You keened against Morpheus’s lips, going taut beneath him. You were pure ecstasy, you felt like ecstasy. Morpheus pulled back and drove himself deeper into your body. You writhed and moaned, your fingers dragging across his scalp. Even after he made love to you, nearly every night and occasionally during the day, he still stretched your cunt, strained your walls. It was a raw feeling, a raw love. Intense. Almost brutal at times. It left you shaking, trembling, overwhelmed. Just like now. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he drew his mouth down your throat to nuzzle your heaving breasts. The sight of your bare and soft body writhing beneath his was an unbearable sin to Morpheus. One that he would gladly indulge in. So he did.

Morpheus pressed his lips against your breast, placing kisses and nips along the prickled flesh until marks started to form. Then he licked your nipple, rolling it with his tongue. Scratching at his jacket, you were caught between the cock repeatedly plunging into your cunt, the pelvis crashing against yours, and the hot mouth sucking on your nipple. He was simply too much for you to handle in this moment. But Morpheus only made his strokes faster against your body, teasing you with ecstasy that broiled viciously within your body. Morpheus’s teeth raked over the flesh of your breast as his lips released your nipple.

“Why do you not see how perfect you are for me?” He growled, his face rising and forehead resting against yours. “Why do you not see the limitless beauty you bring to me and our kingdom!?” His grasp upon your hips tightened, surely leaving imprints in your flesh. Color would bloom long after your lovemaking had ended. Morpheus dragged his left hand across your abdomen and pressed it over where your womb lay. “It is this body, this womb, that shall bear the heirs of The Dreaming. Only you can, my queen. So take my seed and bear the fruits of our labor.” You let out a strangled cry as his relentless cock slammed into a spot deep within your body that made a nearly unbearable bolt of electricity ignite within your cunt. Your knees pinched around Morpheus’s sides and the Endless felt your nails sink into his scalp, tugging painfully at the strands of his hair. You had never been so beautiful. “Will you come with me, my queen? Join me in the bodily ecstasy that will tremble the land and stars?”

Even with all that doubt and insecurity your mind had been agonizing over, you couldn’t help but give in. So as Morpheus teased and nipped at your lips, you let the ball of tension in your body go. A scream erupted from your lips as you convulsed beneath him, your orgasm jerking your limbs against his and your cunt constricting around Morpheus’s cock almost painfully. He let the need and desire to fill you, explode, and growled in pleasure as he filled your quivering body to the brim with his seed. You could feel his seed burning the walls of your womb, and that virile and electric feeling made you wail.

The hand Morpheus had pressed against your stomach felt it before his senses, that little burst of life deep within your body that glowed ever so softly like a new born star. Overwhelming happiness surged within Morpheus’s body and his hand moved from your stomach to grip your jaw. Then he was kissing you, savoring the taste of your mouth and basking in the fallout of your cunt rippling around his cock. You were responding to his kiss, only just. He knew that you were exhausted from the sudden drain in power your body was feeling. Carrying an Endless, even if it was still just a fertilized egg, was no easy task, certainly not for a human. You softly moaned against his mouth, and Morpheus gave your lips a few more seconds of ravishing before moving them to the pulse at your neck. Your heart was racing, just as accelerated as your breathing. He started stroking your hair and whispering praises in the old tongue, adoring you for being everything he and the realm needed. It probably took you a good five minutes of catching your breath before you could speak.

“Sometimes I feel as if I am living a dream,” You softly commented, staring glassy eyed up at the flowers that crisscrossed the roof of the gazebo. Morpheus pressed a few more kisses against your jaw, his smirk hidden from you.

“You are a magnificent dream then, my beloved,” He murmured against your skin, nibbling on the delicate flesh of your lips. “One that I shall endeavor to never awaken from.” It mattered not that you had resisted him, that you had been hidden for fifteen years, because in the end, Morpheus got what he wanted. You. Morpheus reluctantly withdrew from your body, his cock sliding out from your cunt. His seed was instantly dripping out of your swollen cunt, clinging to your trembling thighs as if it knew that it belonged to you. You whimpered at the raw feeling that now lingered were his cock once filled. Morpheus brushed the back of his knuckles along your temple and shushed you.

“All is well, my queen, you need only to rest.” He coaxed you gently, returning himself to a proper state. Morpheus then slipped his star laden coat from his shoulders. He wrapped your still trembling naked body up and cradled you against his chest, watching as your tired eyes drifted shut and you leaned your face into his neck. Soon your soft exhales deepened. You were asleep. With his beloved queen cradled snugly in his arms, Morpheus carried you back to the palace, and then through the halls. He passed several of his subjects, all of whom dared not disturb him when you were involved. It didn’t take much to know that Morpheus was plenty busy with the queen. You were carried up to your room where Morpheus settled you among the sheets spun from the golden silk worms of Themyscrira. You groaned softly at the loss of body heat, your body searching for it once more. Morpheus was quick to rectify that. He striped himself of his clothes, removed his coat from your body, and slipped into your bed to hold your sleeping body. You softly murmured and snuggled closer to him.

Morpheus was content to run his fingers along your bare shoulders and back, relishing the feeling of your skin as you rested. You would need to, because while you did indeed carry his child, he wasn’t going to let out out of bed until the product of your combined love was implanted firmly in your womb. You, of course, would not be opposed. Your husband was lavishing you like you were the object of his envy, the very reason he existed. There would be no resistance to his love because in your mind, you had no reason to. You were dreamswept.

Date Published: 12/28/22

Last Edit: 4/3/23

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[persona5butitsincorrect]

thoughts on shuharu/headcanons?

Its not my personal favourite ship for either of them but it's definitely my favorite for Akira/Ren/whatever you wanna call him x any of the other female phantom thieves. I mean to me she was the only one who seemed like she already liked him during her confidant in the game and they do look pretty cute together as well as seem to have a matching temprement. I also feel like I can acc see a future for them as (at least as for what I imagine for Ren) running or working in a small cafe like Leblanc would suit him. As for what I imagine they'd be like in a relationship here's a couple headcannons of mine:

Lots of coffee dates, Haru would make a point of wanting to discover new obscure restaurants and cafes, and of course Ren will follow suit. Not that he doesn't enjoy it mind.

Mans whipped (😏) and pretty much owns it.

In all seriousness, it's more like he enjoys seeing her doing things that make her happy, since he knows she wasn't for so long.

When it's his turn to decide what that do on dates/days out, it's usually movies or the arcades. They're both surprisingly nuts for horror. And the part timer working at the theatre in shibuya knows their faces by now and always seems slightly afraid.

Same goes for anyone in the arcades, naturally, Haru calls out the most horrendous sadistic stuff like in mementos while they play first person shooters. It's like she forgets she's in public sometimes. Ren finds seeing peoples shocked faces pretty funny.

When Ren moves back home Haru winds up coming to visit for a majority of the summer. Out in the country, she stands out like a sore thumb even more than in Tokyo. She hadn't not been in a city before and seemed to imagine it being a lot more different than it actually is.

His parents though mostly absent are incredibly confused by her sudden surprise arrival in a chauffer, with four suitcases of clothes (she knew she was staying quite a while). Especially as they'd never even heard of her.

Ren hadn't brought her up mainly because they didn't need to know, just like they hadn't bothered to call once when he was in Tokyo, he hadn't bothered to say anything.

Honestly, Ren had very few friends at home, even less after everything that happened. And the people who did still hang around seemed to have an issue with Haru. In general she has this level of unintentional classism-- she just kind of forgets certain things are a luxury and not everyday. And it seemed to be the main thing that was putting people off tho her. It really annoyed him but he didn't really know what to do about it except from distance himself.

It was all making him really regret moving home. So much so he wound up making plans for how he'd move back to Tokyo after finishing his 3rd year of high-school and what he'd actually do with himself once he did. Plans Haru and Makoto helped him draw up.

He, like Haru, wants to run some kind of small private run cafe. Sojiro is mentoring them both. They're heavily considering the possibility of going in on the buisness venture together but it's still very much early days.

Both of them have a keen interest in French literature. Which is part of what got them both talking to eachother outside of the group in the first place. They exchange annotated books a lot - haru using purple post it's and Ren using red.

After her "Relationship" with Sugimura, Haru isn't all that comfortable with physical affection. She especially hates feeling vulnerable. It's a very slow process for her to feel secure again. Luckily Ren is very aware of that and incredibly patient. Partly because he feels the exact same way. After being caught in Sae's palace, battered and dosed up, losing his autonomy and feeling out of control. It all bore on his mental wellbeing a lot. That understanding between them is part of what makes them feel safe around eachother.

Ren has a pretty hard time getting to sleep. He thinks maybe a part of him is Afraid he'll wind up in the velvet room again. Most of the time Haru tries to stay awake with him or offer to stay up so he feels less alone and in danger. But 99% of the time she winds up conking out, of course only after half an hour as incoherent slurred talking whilst she denies she's even tired.

In line with all this, Haru still has moments where she gets incredibly upset or distressed and isn't sure how to communicate it. The way Ren chooses to respond is to give her physical space but stay with her. A majority of the time they don't talk and he just sits by her, letting her come to him if she wants/needs anything (usually a hug once she's calmed down).

There's a lot of hand holding between them. If there sat idly somewhere haru tends to grab Rens hand and trace it's edges with her finger out of boredom.

She's definitely a snorer. But it's a cute snore. Like a little toot noise every so often. That actually does help Ren sleep.

Whilst he already has a pretty good sense of fashion. Harus always wanting to dress him up, and a majority of the time he let's her.

One time Ann suggested she should try and get him to wear a dress, not expecting the fact he was more than happy to. Even more so he pulled it off with way more confidence than anything any of them had ever seen. (Ryuji discovered something about himself that day)

When there together they have this peaceful quiet sometimes, both of them enjoy just stopping and listening to the world around them (which cannot be said for some of their other friends). As well as this they have this way of being able to communicate without words. When they're in group settings it drives everyone else insane trying to figure out what the difference is between their different stares at one another mean and how they developed such a language.

[cult-of-the-eye]

How's ur um. Horror. Perchance even in comic form

horror comic rant part 3 electric boogalee:

and folks we are back again, i am answering these during my 5 minute study breaks (love u pomodoro) and it is definitely a contributing factor to keeping me going. i love the way u asked this btw

school bus graveyard:

buckle up people you are in for a RIDE

so this is another female main character who is joining my list of all time favs oh my god i love her

her name's ashlyn (ash) and she is so fucking cool, she does ballet, she keeps her ginger hair in long ass plaits, she is horrifically bendy, she keeps cool under pressure, she struggles to communicate her feelings, she low key hates people, but she trauma bonds with a group of people who somehow become her found family, she's most likely autistic (my own headcanon for her but like you'll see)

i don't think its a romance but they're hinting at one btw ash and this other guy (aiden) and its very black cat x golden retriever vibes

yeah anyway so ash gets put into a study group with like 6 other people who are all so interesting in their own ways

you got tyler and taylor - twins who are fiercely protective and supportive of each other, taylor is super emotionally skilled, she is able to get the group to calm down etc etc, tyler is really very hot headed and not very nice at first but then he gets better

it's revealed that their dad passed away and since then, their mum has been struggling with long term mental health issues and some damage to her memory, where she'll periodically forget that her husband died, so tyler took it upon himself to sort of be the adult and take care of everyone

then you got ben and aiden who are cousins, aiden is fucking insane i love him, he is wildly extroverted but in a low key uncanny way, he's constantly grinning and it's clear from the start that he's some sort of thrill seeker who is pretty much doing things for the plot and has no regard for his own safety or wellbeing (his character makes me froth at the mouth)

(we later find out a bit more about his backstory, hinting at a history of depression and suicidal thoughts, and when he "dies" at one point, his final words are "so that's what it feels like" which is AAAAAAAARGH)

and then we got aiden who doesn't speak, he's kind of a gentle giant, he sticks closely with aiden and he seems really sweet (he's sort of the medic of the group)

we find out that he was bullied in his previous school cause he was really into singing even though he looked like a "tough guy", eventually he was horrifically beaten up and then choked, which damaged his vocal chords, so he stopped speaking cause he didn't like the way his voice sounded

we've also got logan who we don't know much about, we know he's the shy, nerdy sort, he got bullied and forced to do other people's homework, he lives with his grandparents and works at their flower shop but he's also an amazing shot with a gun so like...

(there is plot but i may make that into another post cause this is so long)

once again, thank you so much for indulging me, this has gotten me through my studying lol

[tvertimot]

Éomer x OC - Deep down

LOTR imagine - chapter 4

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‘You will never see that man again, I will make sure of that.’

Her father’s words echoed in her head.

She knew from the beginning that this love had no future. That it could not last. That they would never be together. She was still holding onto it with all her strength. 

Until her father decided it was enough. She knew he did not mean bad for her. She knew that deep down he did in fact care for her and her wellbeing. In his own, harsh way he loved her. She knew there was a bigger picture and as a noble born daughter of the ruler she had duties to fulfill and the comfortable silk-enveloped life came with a price of sacrifices and abandoning one's happiness. 

She knew that being promoted to a lieutenant at 23 was nothing but honour and with a bit of luck could bring her loved one quite a nice life. But she knew all too well that it also meant going away from her with no guarantee of coming back. The Great War might have ended but when the bigger danger ceases, people tend to go back to their usual wranglings. And when said people are still getting up off their knees from freshly finished war and not so rarely hungry - the local conflicts tend to escalate quite abruptly. 

And so she sat in her chamber, looking through the window thinking about her love - how she missed him, how she was scared of his well being, hope he is doing well. She was not sure if she wanted him to be happy or if she hoped he was as miserable as she was now.

And no matter how hard she tried she could not get out of her head the stinging thought - what was her father planning for her that he wanted Bronandîr out of the picture so badly. Not to punish Nartíhl but to help her forget, she was sure of that. She started to imagine herself marrying an old but rich nobleman, trying to persuade herself that maybe a lot of nice jewellery would be able to compensate for her spending the rest of her life with an old stranger, or rather the rest of his life. And just as she was mentally scalding herself for wishing her imaginary, potential husband death she noticed a small group of riders approaching the manor. They were dressed in deep green, with a pennant presenting a white horse on a green background. A legation.

Chapter 5

[naffeclipse]

I know I can speak for everyone when I say that we are incredibly happy to know your mom is likely on a road to a full recovery. This never should have happened in the first place, but knowing she likely didn't suffer further damage is great news!

Please remember to also take care of yourself. This is a mentally and emotionally draining time for everyone, especially when it comes to legal action, and you are entitled to all the time you need to get this matter taken care of. But don't forget about your own wellbeing! Take deep breaths, express your emotions in a healthy way, and get good sleep! Take care of yourself, sweetheart!

P.S. Please take care and tell your mother that a bunch of internet strangers wish her well! ❤️

Thank you so much. Your words mean so much and are very comforting ♥ I will, thank you again ♥