#godrick writes

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - Godrick The Grafted NSFW

loser fuckers come here pspspspsps

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he probably isn't much for aftercare, but he will stroke your hair and tell you you are his and only his, its the small amount of affection he feels like offering you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): ........honestly the jokes write themselves in this, i am so sorry

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): probably has a breeding kink, he’d growl lowly in your ear about making you his proper consort and you giving him an heir whether your body can give him one or not, he still tries and fantasises about it and who knows if you can’t have children yourself he might find a way to help you with that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): the fact he likes to be praised, its something he is ashamed of, why would he need the words of someone so beneath him , to feel good, its absurd

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): with how hated he was i don’t think he has a lot of experience so he ends up being very eager and having a lot of pent up tension, every moan you make is music to his ears and a stroke to his ego, he doesn’t need experience when he is as great as he is

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he doesn’t have a specific one in mind, ends up manhandling you around and switching up between several positions 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he would probably think you mock him, he’d wrap his hand around your throat and ask you what exactly you think is so funny 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): probably hairless at this point with all that grafting

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he isn’t much for romance but he does shower you with gifts, cloaks and jewelry ,some bloody some still warm from the bodies he has taken, but he tries

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i think he would probably enjoy being watched, showing you exactly how he likes to be pleasured so you can do the same

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): praising, dirty talking, choking, size kink etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): shameless, if he wants to have you somewhere he will have you, let everyone watch and hear for all he cares

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): it doesn’t get much to rile him up, usually some praise does the trick with him, he’ll have you pinned on a wall and kissing you with no shame about who might see you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there isn’t a lot he wouldn’t try especially in the beginning

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves having you on your knees, him on his throne, in his rightful place and you servicing him, his hands guiding your mouth over him and he is surprisingly soft in these moments, being gentle even as he uses your mouth, letting you set most of the pace, only speaking praise when you are like that

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): rough and almost desperate, he holds onto you and moves you against him like a doll, chasing both of your orgasms

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, it will stroke his ego that you want him so much that you seek him out ,but he is busy and wants to take his time ravishing you

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): definitely has a thing for pushing boundaries, encouraging you to try out new things that come to him in a whim in the throes of pleasure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up energy , he wants you limping and sore after you two are done

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): probably doesn’t really get the point, you have him what else would you need, he gets petulant like a child

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a fan of teasing, doesn’t have the patience for it, but he does like degrading you 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he probably talks a lot , praises you and degrades you all in the same breath

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being slightly into body worship surprisingly, he’ll have you laid out and trace his hands all over your body slowly and methodically messaging his fingers deep in your flesh his eyes appraising you closely

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i think he is big, however if thats his actual cock or not, is up for you to decide

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): when he has a partner his sex drive is high, almost making up for the time he hasn’t had someone to please him

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs you to hold him  so he can fall asleep, his head on your lap playing with his hair and stuff

[garthcelyn]

[wanderingmausoleum]

I had the realization the other day that the brooch Godrick wears is the spitting image of the Tara Brooch, which “would have been commissioned to be worn as a fastener for the cloak of a high ranking cleric or as ceremonial insignia of high office for a High King of Ireland in Irish Early Medieval society” (x).

Since Limgrave and Stormveil seem very inspired by Ireland and Celtic art—more than Leyndell, where Godrick presumably came from—my guess is that Godrick found the brooch in Stormveil as a relic of the Storm Lord and decided to wear it because it’s gold and pretty (which might be supported by the fact he’s wearing it on the wrong shoulder, according to the wikipedia article.) [edit: it might be the correct shoulder for him after all due to the side his “main” arm is on!]

[tabletennis20]

(NSFW) Morgott Drabble 1/2

Virgin Morgott cums untouched.

The first part of a small something based off of this post by @eggslamwich and this one by @fellomenking.

Morgott found ignoring the tingling path the Tarnished’s firm hands left upon his skin proved a difficult task. Much more difficult than anticipated. Yet he could only blame himself, having accepted when they offered a massage. Had he known his reactions to their attention would be stronger than his constitution, he would have declined the proposal. Now he could do naught but lay on his stomach and endure the pleasure.

He bit back a groan as the Tarnished dug their fingers into his hide, his fur bristling at the gentlest of their touches let alone the concentrated strength of them kneading out the stubborn kinks in his back. Their nails raked along his spine, satisfying an itch he only now discovered.

...Or rather, an itch he denied himself due to his blasphemous form.

As the Tarnished’s hands drew towards the base of his tail, circling around horns, an unusual sensation swept over him. An overwhelming heat built quickly in his loins, searing his nerves raw before spilling over into a bliss unlike any other. Caught off guard, a moan slipped past his lips as his tail spasmed wildly from base to tip. He silently thanked the Erdtree that he could bury his burning face into his arms as his seed soaked into the fur around his groin. Apart from his heart beating thunderously in his ears, he could hear nothing, deaf to his own ragged breathing as his head spun.

The Tarnished’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of course they expected Morgott to make some noise, the massage being anything but gentle to work the knotted muscle, but the intimate sound that escaped him confirmed he felt more than simple relief. Their hands stilled as the omen’s tail twitched in a way that left them certain that if their touch were to drift any lower, there would be no pretending their intentions were innocent. As it was, they were surprised Morgott had not run off, but they knew any wrong moves would likely change that.

Unsure how to respond, they said nothing, instead letting their hands rub soothingly into the fur of Morgott’s back. They doubted the ability of their words to do anything other than scare him away, even if they wished to reassure him. To get him agreeable to a massage had been struggle enough, and they dearly hoped he would be kind enough to himself to enjoy it regardless.

Morgott froze as reality set in, the last pleasant waves of his orgasm lost to his mortification. To taint a bed of Leyndell with his grotesque arousal… The Tarnished continued their care with tender caution, seemingly unfazed by his body’s traitorous reactions. He badly wanted to move, but his boneless limbs refused and his cock still laid partially outside its sheath, not yet soft enough to disappear.

Swallowing thickly, Morgott shifted enough to be audible. “T…Tarnished… I… l…” He stopped, faint with embarrassment. His stomach thrashed.

“It’s okay,” the Tarnished said gently. “I know.” They squeezed his shoulders before continuing to knead the muscle there.

Morgott grunted, hesitantly turning his head enough to peer at them from between his fingers. They met his vulnerability with a kind smile, causing him to hide again in his uncertainty. How does one respond to humiliating themselves in such an intimate fashion? He felt disgusted with himself for soiling the sheets, for forcing the Tarnished to deal with the aftermath even though they seemed unbothered.

“It’s okay,” they repeated.

“Aye,” Morgott muttered, his voice nearly inaudible. If they insisted, then so be it. Questioning the Elden Lord would certainly not do him any favors.

“Do you want to move?”

“…No.”

“Very well.”

Gradually, Morgott allowed himself to relax. If the Tarnished wished to ignore his…mistake, then he would happily pretend nothing happened.

[tarnussy]

3x game speed

[scrawnytreedemon]

Spinning Straw Thread WIP Chapter Thread.

As I won't be posting any of the fic to AO3 until I'm done, I think it'd be good to keep you guys posted on the progress so far and give you a chance to, god-forbid, read.

Massive thanks to Cesium aka @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan for presenting the pairing in the first place. I am a Changed Man thanks to you 🙏

1- Anticipation.||2- Roiling Peaks.||3- Kinblood.||4- Tread Forth.(in the middle of a massive rework-- Likely to be split in two.)

[pippersmcgee]

im so scared I just went to work on an unfinished fic of mine that I haven’t touched in a while and was shocked to find that somehow the sex part has been written … did I do that…? But when…. I do not recognize these words…. Did someone break Into my documents and write absolute penis for me. but who. And why.

[the-walrus-squad]

Any Writing Professor: Do not name any two characters with the same letter, it will confuse your audience.

George RR Martin and Hidetaka Miyazaki: This is Radagon, who married Rennala, mother of Ranni who likes to pose as Renna, enemy of Rykard and Radahn. He is really Marika, Maliketh's Goddess, mother to Morgott (AKA Margit) Mohg, Malenia mother of Millicent, Miquella, possibly Melina and now Messmer, and she had them after she raised Godwyn and Godefroy with Godfrey, from whom Godrick is descended.

[emmie-tt]

Can you write a harry potter x reader where the reader is harry gf and she got kidnapped into the malfoy Manor (in dh) and when Harry, Ron and hermione got captured there too, he finds her and he take her back to fleur and Bill cottage and he takes care of her because she got injured really bad while being there? <3 (also her having a lot of scars/marks and being insecure about them but harry will kiss them all and tell her they are perfect) and one night when she finally Trys to leave the bed (because her legs are really shaky) they go out and stay in front of the sea and they talk about their future? Sorry this is long hope you can make it <3

My Protector

Harry Potter x Reader

CW: Angst (Kinda) , Mental Problems, Mentions of blood and wounds, Mentions of Scars, Female Reader

How did you get here...As you lay on the cold hard ground of the Malfoy Manor your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. You had always been the quiet kid. Never causing drama. Never getting involved in drama. Never acting out. Hardly ever going to parties unless Harry had went with you.

Speaking of. Harry had been frantically searching for you, the moment he realized you were missing it felt like hi whole world stopped.

You didn't know that though. Not yet at least.

The lightheaded feeling began a few minutes ago. Whether it was from blood loss or dehydration was also unknown. You did know that it had been three days since you've had water and you also knew that gash in your forehead had been left unattended for quite a few hours so whichever was causing the lightheaded feeling was anyone's guess.

You heard a gasp from Luna Lovegood who was also being held captive but instead of reacting you ignored it choosing to focus on not passing out and praying to Godricks that someone helped and got you out of here...

The feeling of someones hands on your face brought you out of your haze and suddenly a fuzzy yet familiar voice was cutting through the silence

"Y/n...Y/n can you hear me?"

As your vision comes into focus your eyes widen as you realize who was knelt next to you.

"Harry..." you mumble as you weakly reach up and cup his face

He smiles weakly back, seeing you in so much pain and honestly so close to death...

"Hi sweetheart...I'm gonna get you out of here okay? Get you some help, alright?"

you nod slight and he slides one arm under your knees and the other under your upper torso. Picking you up bridal style he quickly makes his way out the things he noticed about the woman he loved more than anything was how much weight you had loss, the blood dripping down his arm from your forehead and that dazed almost lifeless look in your eyes.

He picks up the pace in his steps and as soon as the coast was clear he held you closer and floo you both off to the cottage.

------ At The Cottage ------

Harry quickly sat you down on the couch, the dizziness had took over and you had loss consciousness a few minutes prior. Molly gasps as she rushes over and helps Harry lay you on the couch.

She asses the wound on your head before quickly jumping into action and cleaning then stitching the rather deep wound

Harry stood at the end of the couch the whole time. His eyes never once leaving you as he watched Molly clean the wound and stitch you up.

He felt completely guilty for this whole thing, he had promised from the day he met you to protect you. You were nothing more than a ray of sunshine in his extremely dark life, the reason he lived was you and seeing you lay on the couch unconscious and injured absolutely broke him. He could not loose anyone else.

After Molly was finished she stepped back and walked over to Harry wrapping her arms around him in a tight motherly hug.

"She will be alright..." she mumbles softly into his hair as he begins to sob.

------ A Little While Later ------

Harry had fallen asleep sat on the floor next to the couch where you had been laid. His head rested uncomfortably on the edge as his hand gripped onto yours tightly. His whole body reacts when he feels you hand twitch slightly. His hands snap open and he quickly looks up at you right when your eyes slowly flutter open.

"Y-Y/n? Sweetheart, are you awake?" You groan softly as you reach up and feel at the now bandaged wound. Harry gently grabs your hand and pulls it back down, planting a soft kiss on your palm as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hey...You're alright love...I'm right here..." He whisper softly as tears flood your eyes

"Harry..."

He stares at you sympathetically for a moment before, gently as possible, lifting you into his arms and holding you close to his chest. His hands rubbing up and down your back slowly as you sob into his shoulder where your head is resting.

He feels his own tears rise but he chokes them down to comfort you, something he knew you needed.

After a long few minutes you calm down and slowly sit up, ignoring the pounding that happens in your head at the movement. You hands wrap tightly around him and you stare down at him silently as he stares back before gently kissing your forehead leading you to let out a sigh and lay your head back down on his shoulder.

Harry noticed the shift in your personality. The silence that used to be replaced with constant chatter about things only Hermione could truly understand. The fear in your eyes that used to be full of light and shine. He noticed it all and it killed him...

"My love...Lets get you some food alright? And maybe some orange juice?"

He waits for your reply and when you nod he immediately stands with you in his arms and makes his way into the kitchen where he goes to place you in a chair only to be stopped when you tighten your grip and mutter out a soft "No..."

He stops in his tracks and stands back up with you in his arms, glancing down at your face

"No what love? You don't want me to put you down?" When you nod, confirming his question he sighs softly but obeys your wish and walks over to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of orange juice that he pours into a cup and hands to you. As you sip at the juice he quickly makes a sandwich before taking a seat at the dining table and slowly feeds you the sandwich.

When you finish it a few minutes later he lets you finish the orange juice before standing and placing the dishes in the sink, letting the magic do its thing and clean the dishes, Harry makes his way down a hall and into the room Bill had given him to stay in.

He gently lays you down in the bed causing you to let out a soft whimper, he gently kisses your forehead

"Shh sweetheart, i'm right here...Let me get you some clean clothes okay?"

You hesitantly nod and he rushes off into the closet where he grabs an old shirt of his and a random pair of boxers before quickly making his way back to you where he finds you crying.

The guilt in his gut only grows and he walks over gently rubbing your back, you climb into his lap and he instantly lets you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rocking you gently as you sob.

Once you calm down he coaxes you off of him for just long enough to get you bathed and changed into the outfit before helping you into bed where he climbs in after you, letting you lay on top of him- rather uncomfortably, before holding you close as you fall asleep a few moments later.

And that is how most days go...

A few weeks passed and your physical condition had improved, the gash had almost completely healed, leaving a scar. All the bruises had faded and the small cuts had healed leaving their own small scars across your body.

Your mental health was another thing...While it hadn't worsened it really hadn't improved either...Harry could finally leave you alone but not for to long, you refused to leave the bed and talking still came very rarely for you.

Harry had left the room a few moment ago, to do something...He had said but truly you hadn't been listening.

Looking around the room your eyes land on the mirror hung on the wall, more specifically the reflection in the mirror. As you stared down your own reflection, seeing the large scar across your forehead caused disgust to rush over you in waves.

You slowly sit up in the bed letting the blanket fall to your waist, being in only your bra, all of the small scars that now littered your body were on full display. Your hands slowly ran over each of them, picking and pulling at them almost as if you were trying to get them off of you.

You were so lost in your own world that you didn't notice harry stepping into the room until you saw him in the mirror causing you to jump.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" He asks softly as he climbs onto the bed and wraps his arms around your waist after gently grabbing your hands and pulling them away from your skin

"N-Nothing..."

He clearly didn't believe you but instead of saying anything he gently pushed you back onto the bed and yanked the blanket off of you completely causing you to gasp and wrap your arms around his shoulders. "H-Harry! What are you doing?!"

He shrugs slightly as he leans down and kisses your forehead, right on the scar. "So pretty..."

Your whole body heats up as he leans down to your stomach area and presses soft kisses to each scar he could see as he mumbles praises.

"Beautiful..."

"Gorgeous..."

"Pretty..."

Any praise he could think of was flying out of his lips as he worshiped you, your face was the so ho from being so flustered that you couldn't stand it. This was exactly what you needed...That disgusted feeling melted away with every kiss and praise he gave you.

After a moment he looks back up at you, his glasses sat on the tip of his nose almost falling off. You giggle softly pushing his glasses back up his face, a smile appearing on your face for the first time in weeks.

Harry grins and moves up peppering kisses all over your face causing the small giggles to grow even more as you gently push him away

"My sweet girl" He says softly "Wanna take a walk with me? You seem in a good mood..."

You think for a long moment about the offer before ultimately nodding and slowly pulling yourself from the bed and into a standing position.

Harry smiles quickly following you out of the bed and helping you put your shoes on before putting his own on and leading you out of the cottage, the sun hitting your skin for the first time in weeks was an amazing feeling. You soaked it in for a moment before walking down the beach towards the water where you stop at the shore line letting the water wash over your sandal covered feet.

Harry slowly approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazes down on your face as you gaze out at the water

"What are you thinking about honey?"

You stay silent for a moment before leaning back against him "Our future..."

"Oh yeah? What about it?"

"I don't know...Just how- how everything is gonna end...With the war, the death eaters...he who should not be names..."

He sighs softly and kisses your cheek, before being taken you had no problem calling him Voldemort but now you were terrified..

"Nothing will happen to you again...Me, Ron and Hermione have a plane okay? Please don't worry about it..."

With a small nod you turn around in his arms and snuggle your face against his chest "How many kids do you want..?"

He looks down slightly shocked at your question before thinking for a moment "Honestly, it wouldn't matter to me...As long as I have you that's all that matters...What about you baby? How many?"

"Three...Two boys and a girl..."

He chuckles, your answer was instant with absolutely not hesitation behind it. "I'll do my best to help fulfill that dream my love..."

You giggle and slowly close your eyes as you rest against him. It finally felt like you could see a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. He had been everything you needed to get through such a rough time. Your love. Your support but most importantly your protector.

THE END

Oh. My. Goodness. I think this is my best work yet, I hope this is up to your expectations love!! And I am so so sorry it took so long to get this out there!!

[garthcelyn]

[volturissideslut]

𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

Im stressed and want to write fluff, but most of my reqs rn are angst so let me put them off a little longer (sorry)

"Hello deer" you smile teasingly at James as he walks into the kitchen, one towel hanging loosely to his hips and another fallen to his shoulder after he had used it to dry his hair.

"morning, love" he holds back his own smile, placing a quick kiss to your collarbone before he moves around you on the stove to shuffle through the cupboards. His glasses are semi-steamed from laying on the bathroom counter and one lose wet curl hangs over his forehead "Godrick I'm hungry"

"I can imagine, how you wake up earlier than this to train for two hours is beyond me" you have barely had time to rub the sleep from your eyes before rushing up to make his breakfast. It's not like you had to, but you want to. It's nice looking after him. "I made pancakes with that new protein powder you got, the berry one" you grin at him and he's practically salivating at the smell and sound of it.

"have I told you how much I love you today?" he kisses you and steals the plate from your hands

"only about five times when I first woke up, but feel free to tell me again" you take a blueberry covered in maple syrup right off of his fork, smiling up at his playful scowl.

"We'll, I do. So much so that I'm hoi g to forgive that, you little theif" as if he isn't picking up another berry and putting it in your mouth for you.

You swallow it then point at him accusingly. "No more sharing. Eat your protein and get those gains, Potter"

"Potter!?" he takes a dramatic step back and puts his hand over his heart in offence, eyes blown wide and eyebrows scrunched "What happened to 'deer'?!"

"Eat your pancakes, Jamie" you roll your eyes, turning back to puur a new set into the frying pan for yourself

"That's more like it" he grins, placing a sticky kiss to your cheek and leaning back against the kitchen side.

[tabletennis20]

for every bestial, dominant godrick, there is a much more depraved, wantonly submissive godrick

[drenched-in-sunlight]

very opionated talk underneath the cut

this is what I get for keeping checking out the fandom tag, but oh well 😭

seeing the reasoning behind the “Marika and Godfrey would have been proud of Godrick for the grafting” take is so wild to me like… are we just going to ignore the fact that Nepheli - who is implied to be Godfrey’s descendants, said Godrick’s deeds “taint the very wind” and helped us beat his ass and it’s her who later becomes the rightful Lord of Stormveil ?

+ Roderika, who is thematically a reflection of the girl Marika was pre-Godhood, losing all her companions and being left alone scared shitless and heartbroken in a shack, blaming herself for not being strong enough, brave enough to go die with her friends, all because Godrick is making a mockery of Godfrey’s name and enacting the same tragedy that befell Marika’s people ?

Like, I can sorta see why people refuse to see the Living Jars in the Lands Between as Marika reclaiming a practice that was tainted by the Hornsent deeds, returning it into something done to honor the dead and let them be returned to the Erdtree to continue the cycle of life - death - rebirth (is scattering ashes of the deceased to the sea not a thing in many irl cultures anymore or am I going crazy), cuz if one has certain…views on her, it can be hard to see anything she does in a positive light (actually even if you don’t see it that way, equating jar innards made of dead warriors in a ritual to honour them with living ppl being cut up and forced to meld together as a form of torture is… a choice), but to completely ignore Nepheli and Roderika’s stories and their role in the narrative? 💀

Plus, where in the game is it even stated or implied that Godfrey being a battlefield maniac means he is ok with *read writing on hands* some guy sending his lackeys out to hunt Tarnished (Godfrey’s own warriors) and making them into unwilling extra limbs?

The guy that gives his all to fight the player by himself and compliments us on a battle well fought… will see honour in gaining strength via kidnapping ppl and stealing their strength, instead of fighting your own battles, honing your own skills and getting stronger on your own? Huh?

And even ignoring all that, Kenneth - a mere nobleman, not even demigod or anything, fr called Godrick a “jumped up country bumpkin” who fleed from Leyndell, holed up in Stormveil to hide from Radahn (why are we forgetting this…bro can’t even pass the Godfrey’s no.1 Stan vibe check) and then got beaten up by Malenia?

To add insult to injury, Godwyn’s body lying beneath Stormveil will literally stab anyone coming close to him (which is sth I have an interesting conversation with ppl on twitter about. there’s one person bringing up an interesting interpretation that Godrick probably took off with a relic of Godwyn’s body hoping to graft a piece of the Golden Prince onto himself, but Godwyn body was like “no” and infested the castle ground like a disapproving ghost 😭 but Godwyn is cool with us because he knows we have Marika’s sanction 😊).

Godrick… has no support whatsoever from Marika and Godfrey’s direct descendants, other than maybeeee Morgot who probably was only there to keep an eye on Stormveil - a place of importance to his dad and maybeeee a bit family pity for Godrick, definitely not because he’s proud of the stuffs Godrick is doing (he astral project there to scare us a bit then leave. We gonna kill Godrick? None of his business.).

And there’s also Godefroy who literally got locked up in a gaol… by a Leyndell Knight who later got the highest honour of Erdtree Burial after he passed away - specifically because of his feat in capturing Godefroy. Why are we forgetting Kristoff???

No one in Leyndell likes the Grafted guys, no one in Limgrave likes the Grafted guys, there are numerous items in-game expressing disappointment and sadness at the decline of the Golden Linage…. it’s a real damn no one likes you situation 😭

Then later on, Godrick got replaced by Nepheli.

So who are the ones being proud here ????

I’m not even a Godrick hater, I think he’s a fucked up, but compelling!, conclusion to the linage that Marika has with Godfrey - who is probably one of few people who actually knows what she used to go through.

I could even see the kind of pressure and struggle he must have gone through, humiliation after humiliation, hiding from and losing to Radagon’s children of all guys, carrying a legacy that is too big for him to handle. But to say that Marika and Godfrey would have been proud of him? Or that grafting is somehow a reclamation of the trauma Marika’s people went through and turning it into strength ????? He doesn’t even know that Marika was once not a God, let alone anything about her people’s suffering to reclaim anything ? That’s not his pain to reclaim ???

Someone else already did that. Marika herself. Rakshasa herself. You really do not have to give a man all the flowers for something women (who actually suffered and went through that trauma) already did.

[tarnussy]

I didn't know how badly I needed this description, thank you 🙏 it's like you reached into my brain

being part of the ER DLC hype in real time and seeing all the buzz, I'm very compelled to scroll back to 2019 in the ER tag just to see the very first reactions to Godrick

[abbystromboli]

hey! I've asked like 57 other HP fic writers to do this but none of them have done it... PLEZ DONT LET MEH DOWN I LOVED UR FIC ABOUT RON WEASLEY

so how do you think that Hogwarts bis would react to getting in... suggestive positions with you during a game of twister.

specifically I really wanna see the reactions of Draco, Harry, Ron, Theo, and Mattheo

ILYSM

awwweeee Ilysm! the Ron fic is my fav toooooo!!!!!!

How they would react to getting in suggestive poses with you in Twister.

Draco Malfoy.

He was doing amazing at the game, taking out his competition with a few well-aimed kicks, when he heard the fateful words.

"left hand on red"

the only red available is one that props you over him, unfortunately hanging your tits in his face.

he's dumbfounded as you prop yourself there,

He gets so distracted, trying not to lose the whole game and his dignity

he goes tumbling down, and starts yelling about how you interfered and should be eliminated

when Blaise asks how you interfered Draco goes red in the face.

he knows he can't admit that he got a boner mid game.

Harry Potter

Harry was trying his hardest not to fall down laughing at some dumb joke that Ron had made,

”left foot on blue”

you accidentally make eye contact with the already reddened face of the chosen one, as you each realized what that position entails.

You prop yourself up into a position that could only be described as straddling him,

giving yourself a cramp as you try with all your might to hover over him instead of making contact with his groin.

after a few seconds he’ll whisper into your ear.

”I swear to Godrick, I’ll do all of your homework for a week, just. Give. Up.”

ya know... its pretty easy to get a sex slave outta this guy when he starts bargaining like that

Ron Weasley

I see this going one way and one way only.

This time, Ron (just his luck) is the one who gets the unlucky positioning

He has to prop himself In a way that he’s essentially pinning you down

his face goes red as you smirk at him over your shoulder and lightly push your ass up higher to meet his hard on.

he’d try to make himself lose in a classy way,

but he’d end up falling down onto you,

making a scene for all the gryffindors to gawk and tease about for the next few years.

Theodore Nott

My boy Theo is THE DEFINITION of sleek on the streets but a freak in the sheets

The game is going great, competition is dropping like flies, some people are even cheating in order to win.

"right foot on yellow"

You're pinned in a missionary position with Theo (while, of course, Dracos squirming around in the background, being a little bitch and tripping people)

He smiles down at you, this hoe is more comfortable with public spooning than you are, by a long run.

He might whisper sweet nothings in your ear, just to mess up your focus.

"why so tense amore mio?"

That's it. That's the end, game over (for you, at least. He goes on and wins the whole thing, and then makes an apology to you by the only way that seems to get through your thick little skull... fucking)

Mattheo Riddle

If Draco is cheating his way through the game, then I don't even know how to describe what Matthew is doing.

Mattheo should've lost in the first minute of the game.

should've, but luckily for him, his threats tend to come out pretty damn intimidating.

When you get stuck a position where your both lewdly intertwined, of course he tries the same thing with you.

"Give up, I know a wide array of jinxes that'd make your perky little ass shrivel."

Of course, you know he'd never do anything like that to you, so you can't help but giggle

Unfortunately for you, Mattheo doesn't find it funny.

He causes both of you to fall down and lose.

Probably grabs you by the wrist, takes you to his dorm, and makes good on his promise to make your ass shrivel... IN A WAY OTHER THAN JINXES

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[magpie-come-east]

The fandom’s general disdain for Godrick is both unfortunate but really quite fitting. Godrick doesn’t have that obvious sympathetic angle most of his siblings have. And it is ‘interesting’ how his castle of dismembered bodies is regarded as more horrific inherently than, say, Caelid or Shadow Keep or the Shunning Grounds or Volcano Manor Town.

Godrick’s impact on the world is very small in the grand scope of things, but quite visceral. He was a small-time player capturing Tarnished and mutilating his underlings. Like a couple of NPCs call him a loser and he clearly revels in his bloody power; that’s the only thing that sets him apart from equally ‘vile’ but beloved fan favorites.

Godrick is a character people write off as disgusting and pathetic - the first real hate-able obstacle in your path.

But I see him, really, as the first and most obvious sign that your end goal of restoring the Order is a farce. He represents all the internal rot of the system. The disregard for human life and dignity. The shorn Omen in his castle and the Misbegotten slaves of Morne. His obsession with acquiring enough strength to be worthy of Godfrey- his ancestor that founded the Golden Order through conquest and enslavement. That he takes new strength by robbing it of others, a sort of symbolic conquest all his own on a personal level. The way that his ‘conjoining’ of various grafted parts is not a harmonious work of purity and power, but a necrotizing amalgam of disparate pieces taken by force. It could have only been accomplished by inflicting suffering- including upon himself.

Agh!! I just really like Godrick he’s so underrated!