#gold shady weather

[mjrtaurus]

5+1 or something..

Dragon stopped and looked up from the reports. Crocodile was illumatied in the dawn, gold highlighting his strong nose as he stared Dragon down in exasperation.

“Sorry what did you say?”

A long suffering sigh.

“I said, you need to go to bed.”

Dragon frowned to himself as he was gently prodded out of his chair, he could’ve sworn he heard something else..

Something that started with i

He’s still mulling it over as sleep drags him down into unconsciousness.

They’re sharing a bed, they’ve done it before. Fighting against the world government doesn’t exactly mean they’re swimming in cash.

The window is open offering a pitiful breeze in the muggy August weather. Dragon is dying of heatstroke (not really) but he is not built to withstand this kind of thing.

The thing in this case is, Crocodile cuddled up to him and sleeping peacefully.

The sight of his friend in such a restful state would usually bring Dragon a lot of joy but currently he feels like he will drown in his own sweat.

He desperately tries to think of other topics, Crocodiles birthday is in two days. Marking his 24th birthday. And his third year with the revolutionaries, despite current circumstance. The thought makes Dragon smile.

3 years ago he wouldn’t have dared call Crocodile his ally let alone his friend. So much had changed so much in the past few years..

Dragon casts a glance over the sleeping man, the normal furrow between the brows gone. Silky black curls frizzing slightly. Long lashes that he knew contained the most striking pair of eyes…

“Dragon.”

Dragon (the affirmentioned) froze, contemplating his companion in a way a hare would contemplate a coyote.

Crocodile (somehow?) shifted even closer, lips brushing Dragons neck as he muttered in his sleep.

Being the mature and responsible person Dragon is. He disappeared into his logia form, flew across town and spent the next few hours slamming his head against a tree trunk.

The next morning, Crocodile woke reaching out.

Feeling nothing he immediately felt wide awake and scanned the room for his companion.

Finally spotting dragon in the armchair.

“You look like shit.”

Dragon gave him a beleaguered look. “Fuck off.”

The mission was simple, get in, talk to some very shady people, get out with limbs intact.

Dragon took another sip of his drink and tried not to draw any attention to himself as Crocodile settled further into his lap.

The meeting had been going, and then suddenly his laps current occupant had shown up, taken his current position and passed on some very vital information about certain trade routes.

Which was all well and good but Crocodile still hadn’t left yet!

“I have to sell it.” Came the hot breath in Dragons ear. “If I don’t stay, they’ll suspect us of false information.”

That.. sounded a tad fishy in dragons opinion given that one of the other men at the table had 3 seperate people in his lap and currently had two minks feeding him grapes.

But his mind was practically oozing out of his ears at this point.

“Put your arm around my waist.”

Huh?

Forget oozing, Dragons brain stopped functioning the instant his arm slid around that waist.

Crocodile wasn’t a small man, quite the opposite. A little shorter than Dragon but certainly better built.

He had been rather thin when he first arrived. Actually he had spent the 8 months just wearing dragons clothes. Uncommitted and still a bit of a non believer in the cause.

Iva had called him their “permanent homeless resident”

Unfortunately once he had gotten into training and actual experienced food as a constant resource. He had packed on muscle very quickly.

Safe to say Dragons pants, though long did not fit the thick powerful thighs. That currently resided on top of Dragons own.

When the stupid meeting finally ended, Dragon had to take a moment before getting up.

“Oh does the senior citizen need a walker?” Jeered crocodile, crossing his arms and raising a brow. “Does Grandpa need help getting out of bed?”

Jesus Christ this man made Dragon feel like an old pervert.

Drunk crocodile was.. certainly something.

And somehow more grumpy.

Dragon poked at the man’s cheek with no little amusement.

“Sthappp.” Came the whine “I’m mad at you.”

“Mad at me?” Dragon asked, trying not to laugh. “Why?”

A eye glared balefully out of mass of blankets that crocodile had erected in his inebriated state.

“Because you’re so- so- so hairy!”

Dragon felt both his brows raise. “I’m.. hairy?”

More of crocodile emerged from the blankets, apparently he was very immersed in the topic. “Yes! Your hair is all long and it’s always- flowing and and soft and stuff!”

Dragon was almost certain he was going to rupture a lung from holding in laughter. “Oh really? I never knew it affected you that way.”

“How could you not?!” Crocodile exploded, his face still flushed from the booze. “And you take off your shirt after spars and it’s just like… What am I supposed to do about that?”

Dragon choked on his own tongue. “Do you want me to stop?” He wheezed.

“Why would I want that?”

“Wait.. you want me?” Dragon had to look around again, searching for some random bystander whose place he had accidentally taken.

The furrow between crocodiles eyes was back as he stared at dragon. “For the third time, Yes!”

“But I-“

You deserve someone your own age, someone who isn’t consumed by work, a person who shines as bright if not brighter.

“I don’t care!” Crocodile had Dragon by the lapels now. “I don’t care what stupid thing you’re about to spit out, ok? I want you! Just you! Ok?”

To say Dragon was feeling a tad shell shocked was an understatement.

Crocodile sighed and let go of his lapels. “If you don’t feel the same..”

He didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence.

Crocodile tasted like basil, lemon and fire roasted potatoes. He smelled like woodsmoke and ink.

He felt like home.

Marineford was the turning point. Everything from there was going to be a landslide, he could feel it. They all could feel it. The perpetual frown on Blanca's slimy little face was even more pronounced today. even the snails could tell something was up.

The one next to Blanca was unaffected at the moment, face morphed into garishly made up lashes and painted lips. The voice on the other end of the call was one he hadn't heard in... well, safe to say, he never thought he'd be able to hear it again at all.

"Is the balcony empty now?" Iva asks, the eye stalks of the snail peering at him in perfect mimicry.

"It is." comes Dragon's reply. He's already holding the receiver at a safe distance.

"Good. Now... YOU WHORE!"

Dragon's doing his damndest not to choke on his own laughter.

God, he's missed them.

"And with CROCODILE! We thought you two hated each other!"

"To be fair, we did at first."

"Oh, 'at first'... Like you and he weren't making a bloody mess of each other on the training fields whenever you had the chance!"

"Courtship behavior, yes."

"You're insufferable."

"I've missed you too, Iva."

[marshmallowloves]

I've got WarioWare brainrot lately rewatching clips and playthroughs and getting excited to dress up this Halloween and I'm like I gotta DO something with this 👀 so I decided to revamp and make a more proper reference for my WarioWare self insert!

and it's...not Sirela???

soooo... long story short, I don't really feel like Sirela fits as a WarioWare self insert anymore...mostly because I originally made her for the Marioverse, and I only shifted her over because I had just recently added Orbulon to the f/o list and needed someone to pair with him, and I...didn't have any other ideas at the time gkdhg but now I do! the idea is ME cause I love the funky lil alien dude! So here she is!! :D ...Here I am...?? ...THIS GUY ☝🏻 (also I tried to imitate the look of the character bios from Mega Party Game$ and it's not 1:1 but I think I still did pretty well considering I made it all from scratch kjdsfhg)

little backstory under the cut~

Cici is an aspiring artist who specifically wants a career in video game design! She heard that Diamond City and the surrounding area was fairly diverse and rich in culture, and figured it would be a perfect place to try and land a job somewhere in the art field…or at least peddle some of her own drawings to the artsy-fartsy people living there for a quick buck.

For a while, she's able to find part time jobs to make ends meet, but nothing that lets her express her creativity like she wants… Until she hears about WarioWare Inc., which happens to be URGENTLY AND DESPERATELY hiring game designers regardless of experience or…any other qualification really. Kinda shady…but she still seizes this golden opportunity to finally get a real head-start in her career, unaware that she will…probably not be getting much of the gold she needs from this establishment (or any at all kdjfg).

As she's home working late one night on concept art, trying to meet a deadline from her new boss, she hears a BOOM! just outside her house. When she goes outside to investigate she finds that a certain alien has crashed his ship in her yard (what else is new?) and after making sure he's okay, she urges him to stay at her house at least for the night - it's dark out and the weather's getting colder lately, certainly not ideal conditions for him to start making repairs... Delighted by her generosity, he accepts the invitation, and it's over a warm and sweet cup of cocoa that they learn they're both working for the same guy right now! What are the odds?

It's also when she learns that her boss has a…less than reputable track record of getting people to do his work and getting away with not paying them djfgsf. And while that definitely sucks, she's at least getting to do the kind of work she always wanted to, so it's still a win in her book!

And so I…haven't thought much beyond that actually dkjfg. I'd imagine it's through working for Wario (at least partly) that she and Orbulon spend more time together after their initial meeting. I think maybe he'd enjoy coming back to her house every so often, even after he's fixed up the Oinker, because he just finds her interesting as a human. She's actually happy doing her job for dirt pay, she's always got weird (to him dkfjg) and delicious snacks at her place…and to top off his intrigue, she's sort of fascinated by him too - after all, she's hanging out with an actual hyper-intelligent alien! 👀 (and it doesn't hurt that he's cute and weirdly charming to boot kdjfg)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the 🦈SirenSong!AU, the reader is going to be related to Logan/Wolverine (35 people voted, majority chose him in the poll, so this is the route we're taking!). The reader will likely be a deep sea siren like him, Laura, and Victor, but could also be part open ocean or reef siren... maybe the reader is more reef or open ocean siren than they are deep sea... or mayhaps they are fully presenting as one of the other two instead of the deep sea type! Imagine what you will, but I might explore (or make canon) one of these ideas in the future.

As for their color scheme, it is probably similar to Logan, Laura, and Victor as well. Something sunny, warm, or warm-toned neutrals... similar to a piece of bumblebee jasper, fire agate, amber, tiger's eye, cat's eye, or other similar warm-toned patterned and shaded gemstone, with bits of brown and black involved. Their scales and fins though... that I plan to make a poll for, one each, so until those are done, I'll leave it vague what their fin and scale types are.

The reader is a mixed bag of feelings and experiences, due to being caught in a siren pup trafficking ring when they were younger, experimented on for a short time, and then raised by a kindly human once they escaped... they don't remember much about the ocean or coastal towns and cities, nothing but vague impressions and certain key things. They do have things they like and dislike, and have unresolved traumatic issues pertaining to the ordeals they went through, and losing their human caretaker recently before the present story...

Some of the things they like are:

• Pearls (any color, shape, or size; they vaguely remember playing with them, but can't remember when; they like the smooth, cool texture to them, too)

• Shrimp (tasty and simple; ate them with the shells on, until they found out you aren't supposed to do that, ever)

• Fluffy Blankets

• Cats

• Crabs (cute AND tasty!)

• Otters (fluffy noodles)

• Seals (cute and fat)

• Octopi (cute; prefer not to eat them, due to their intelligence)

• Jewelry (gold, silver, string, pearl, gem, glass, it doesn't matter: if it is shiny, sparkly, or dangles, they want to collect it)

• Books (Shakespeare, Ivanhoe, Aesop's Fables, or even some children's books like the Narnia series, Goodnight Moon, or Winnie The Pooh... much knowledge and wisdom and whimsy can be found in all of those, and the reader loves them all)

• Classical Music (they adore hearing instruments like the harp, the drums, or the cello)

• Odd Stuffed Animals (the animals that aren't regularly made into plushies, like fish, squid and octopi, caterpillars, foods, etc.)

• Hugs (they crave affection, but don't have friends or family to receive them from or to give it to)

And some things they dislike are:

• Most Humans (they fear them, and have mostly dealt with the more wicked, shady sort; they try to avoid being near them for too long, in fear of them discovering they are a siren)

• Other Sirens (they fear the other sirens hating them or seeing them as defective, due to being so out of touch with their own species and for being caught by humans; but they haven't met another siren since they escaped the humans who caught them)

• Loud Noises

• Bright Lights

• Babies (due to the drool, vomit, and excretions that come out, not to mention their wailing)

• Hot Weather

• Open Ocean (they don't know how to survive on their own in the ocean, and they haven't been to the sea since before they can remember... and the wide, empty waters make them feel lonely)

• Sea Snakes (venomous and can swim, they are a childhood fear of their's)

• Scorpions

• Large Empty Spaces (small empty spaces don't bother them, but too large of a room and only them to fill it makes them feel lost and paranoid)

The reader is someone who feels awkward, doesn't always understand social cues, and tries to be kind (if a bit secretive) to others. They want to be good, and they want friends and family and the love they provide, but they are on their own, now that their only caretaker, the human who raised them, has passed on... So the reader heads into the coastal city, where they know sirens are in charge and they have a better chance at not being found out. They can't risk anyone coming after them or discovering what they are. They won't risk being caught again, they can't bear the thought of having to go through that sort of torture, that type of pain, again. If only the knew that sirens are very caring, especially towards their own... and with the reader being a pup... once the sirens discover that, they aren't ever leaving their new bby on their own with no protection, no pod, no parents or siblings or family... And Logan/Wolverine is certainly going to be emotional when he sees his lost pup again, and he sure as h*ll won't be letting them go, not without a fight... not after losing them all those years ago...

[stillsolo]

@vadershope cont. from [ x ]

"yeah, it's a cantina, i'm not surprised." Luke drawls, holding his drink up towards his lips. he looks so serious, though as he takes a drink- far too serious for this situation, because the whole thing makes him want to laugh. he's never seen Han so serious, either. like he's worried that the place is going to somehow contaminate Luke or influence him somehow. it's kinda funny, really. lips twitch upwards into the makings of a smile that he squashes down fairly quickly. he can't show Han that he thinks this is funny- he'll just get even more dramatic and then they'll be causing a scene.

"we're supposed to be undercover," he reminds him quietly, lips twitching again. "just take a drink of whatever it is that you ordered and shut up." Luke doesn't drink- he's never done it once in his life and you can probably tell by the way his mouth twists uncomfortably after every drink. he's definitely not used to this. he's not even sure why they thought Han and Luke were good for this mission- they've never done undercover like this before. something tells him if Han doesn't start drinking, they're going to blow their cover, and that's not going to go down well with the rest of the team.

             𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝙰  𝚆𝙰𝚈  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾  𝙾𝙵𝙵  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙰𝙻  𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈  ,   no matter how many years stacked up or how weathered he became.  it was a stark reminder for han that, despite everything they’d gone through together, all the shared experiences, battles fought, close calls, and shared victories, luke skywalker still knew next to nothing about the man sitting beside him.  luke had no idea about the dark, unsavory mess of han’s past, the life of crime he led as an orphaned street rat, how it began long before the kid probably even realized there was a galaxy beyond the sun-bleached monotony of tatooine.

the thought sent irritation digging deeper than he’d like to admit, probing into depths he wasn’t exactly keen to explore before it ultimately touched on something raw, like a wound that never quite closed over.   unresolved, it lingered still, always gnawing at him, taunting him —

han burst into raucous, incongruous laugher, the sort that seemed a touch too loud for the setting, and slung an arm around luke’s shoulders with a familiarity that was both reassuring and rather uncalled for.   he gave luke a hearty shake—more for effect than anything else—then pulled him closer to his side, tucking the kid into what he hoped was a less conspicuous position away from the prying eyes of the bar’s other patrons.

            ❝awh hells, kid, you crack me up!❞       his laughter, tapering and resonant as it warped through his whiskey glass, elicited a few curious glances from the patrons at the periphery—glances with varying degrees of intrigue lingering just long enough to quicken his pulse—but none from the group of shady bastards lurking in the back, where the overhead lights suffused into shadow.  whether they recognized luke for who he truly was or were simply sizing him up as potential company for the night was anyone’s guess, but han wasn’t about to gamble on either outcome.               not tonight.   not ever.

ducking his head, the captain leaned in close, his face angled toward gold-spun locks to obscure the movements of his mouth. his voice dropped to a low, wary murmur, ❝listen, farm boy.  lemme set the record straight—you’re the rookie here, not me.  i’ve been rubbin’ elbows with criminal scum for longer than you’ve been alive.  now, if you’re done with the pep talk, try not to get us caught, yeah?❞  with that, han straightened up, a crooked grin spreading like a practiced mask over his face, seamlessly maintaining the pretense of two people enjoying a night out together.

[lizardsquisher]

A Rose for Lady Amell 🌹

Chapter One: Sympathy for the Bedeviled

(Scenes 1 and 2)

Midsummer looked good on Denerim. Three years after the Blight had rolled through, spewing fire and chaos, tearing the nice parts of town to rubble and reducing the shady bits to ash, she was almost completely rebuilt. Her weathered face renewed, her stones freshly mined, her daub and wattle houses freshly daubed and wattled, she beamed under the cloudless blue sky like a stately lady instead of the half-maiden, half-crone she’d been before.

She would seldom look as fair as she did on a parade day. Garlands of red and yellow flowers bedecked every shop and dwelling, no matter how humble. Gold and silver streamers twinkled from the fences. And the parade route was marked by banners bearing the king’s crest—a pair of mabari rearing towards one another. The hounds were supposed to look fierce. But King Alistair fancied that they were playing with each other, about to pounce and roll through the grass, yipping happily. That would certainly represent him better than snarling beasts. He was not much of a snarler. Although, it had been ages since he’d last yipped.

He stood on the ramparts of the royal palace. The stretch of road that unfurled ahead of him teemed with people, a rippling, colorful mass waving flags and throwing flowers. And down the center of that sea of adulation, his true love bobbed towards him on the back of her shining black horse. She was a fine sight in her ceremonial armor—the polished silver contrasted nicely with the rich gold of her hair, which had been twisted up on her head to spill back down her shoulders like the plume on a knight’s helmet. Those locks swept here and there as she gazed around in amusement. She always looked surprised by the reception she received in Denerim. As if she hadn’t killed an archdemon three years ago and saved the world. Not to mention spending the years that followed rebuilding the Grey Wardens and driving the remaining Darkspawn back into the shadowy recesses of the earth. But then, she was a mage. People seldom cheered for mages. There was usually more whispering about abominations and waving holy symbols at them when they weren’t looking. Oh, and locking them up in stone towers to be chopped down by Templars at the slightest provocation. So perhaps her surprise was understandable.

This little display was to celebrate her latest campaign. His advisors told him that it was good to keep her in the public eye. To remind the people of his own heroics by association: the king who once fought side-by-side with the Hero of Ferelden. People devoured the story of their adventures. And they sighed and swooned over their romance. Nothing moved the masses quite like forbidden love.

Himself, he thought forbidden love was overrated. But no one ever asked him. Probably because he got grumpy when people talked about those stories in front of him. As if he and Renara were characters in a ballad, and not people who’d been rewarded for saving the world by losing the one thing they’d wanted the most. He didn’t feel bad about his resulting snarkiness. That kind of thing would make anyone grumpy.

Renara drew nearer to the shadow cast by the palace. She was close enough now that he could make out the sweet curve of her cheek and the blue of her eyes. Someone threw her a rose. She caught it deftly. A smile played across her lips as she sniffed it. Then, as if she could feel the weight of his eyes on her, she looked up at him. Smiling, she tucked the rose in her hair and gave him a wave. He waved back. The red rose looked lovely in her hair. And it broke his heart a little to look at it. He wished she hadn’t done that.

He went downstairs to meet her.

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The Hero of Ferelden was paraded through the royal palace with the same pomp as she had been through the streets. People bowed as she passed. It was like wading through a prairie when the wind blew—all the tall stately grass swooping down in one’s direction. She wondered if the ones who’d never met her before were disappointed. They’d probably been picturing some imposing, lightning-eyed mage. And then here came Renara, all five-foot-six of her, clinking along in ceremonial armor like a bean in a flagon. It was all she could do not to laugh.

Into the throne room they went. Here is where the armor would help. Not so much in the dread battlefield of the parade, where it only shielded her tender body from thrown petals. But it was best in this room that as much of her was hidden as possible.

She threw on her brightest smile as she approached the throne. The king stood before it, stone-faced. Paying no mind to anyone else, she swept him a florid bow. “Your Majesty.”

“Please don’t ever do that again,” he said in a dry undertone. As she straightened, his honey brown eyes were fixed on her like hound noses on a deer trail. Her smile stayed in place. Another kind of armor.

He raised his voice to the assemblage. “Ladies and gentlemen. Honored banns. We have come together to celebrate the exploits of the Hero of Ferelden. Already, she’s done so much for this kingdom. Slain an archdemon and chased the Darkspawn from the city, for instance. And I could spend longer than you wish to listen describing her adventures since as she works tirelessly to keep Ferelden—and the world—safe. Instead, I shall simply say that she has my gratitude for her successful campaign to drive the Darkspawn from the Hinterlands, and I’m sure, all of yours. So let us eat, drink, and dance in her honor, and you can tell her so, yourselves!”

Under the cheering of the assemblage—less raucous than the cheering outside, but still enthusiastic—Renara murmured, “That was good. Did someone write it for you?”

He shot her a narrow glance. “I wrote it myself. I have had three years to work on this king thing, you know.”

“My mistake. I’m sure you’ve become stunningly regal since last I saw you.” She resisted the urge to tweak the end of his slightly pointy nose as she said it. Old habits die hard.

He offered her his arm. “I believe I’m meant to walk you out in true courtly fashion.”

Oh, good. Touching. That would be fun for both of them. She set her fingertips lightly on the inside of his elbow. “And your queen? She’s not here today to witness my glory?”

“Ah, she thought it might be more diplomatic if she tended to business elsewhere.”

Renara snorted. “Can’t stand the sight of me, can she?”

“Probably not for the reasons you think.” His lips quirked. He clearly wanted to give her that wry grin of his, but it wasn’t kingly. “She doesn’t begrudge you our shared past. After all, she and I are far from madly in love. We respect one another, and we no longer actively hate each other. But that’s the extent of it. No, it’s more that you had the crown of Ferelden in your hands and you passed it to me. And once again, she feels that all the glory of the throne goes to her husband and not herself, despite her brilliance. So as far as she’s concerned, you can die in Andraste’s pyre.”

“Oh, ouch.” Renara winced. “Well, you can’t please everyone. If I learned anything during our travels, it was that. Anything I did that you, Lelianna, and Wynne liked, Morrigan and Sten hated. And Zevran never seemed to care about anything until he suddenly, passionately did. Everybody’s a critic.”

“At least Oghren was mostly just drunk,” Alistair added. They entered the relative quiet of the hall behind the throne room.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I have Oghren with me. He’s a Warden now, did you know? And yes, he is drunk. He started ‘celebrating’ about five miles from the city gates.”

“Ah, I was hoping to test the capacity of the palace urns for holding dwarf vomit.”

“And this way, you’ll get that service for free!” She laughed. Then she noticed how his eyes kept fixing on her hair. He’d always been fascinated with it. Back in the day, the first thing he did during “tent time” was take it down so that he could run his fingers through it. But he didn’t look like he was itching to loosen her locks this time. Sadness lurked in the brightness of his eyes.

Oh. The rose. Shit. She hadn’t thought . . . Well, it’s not like every rose she saw didn’t remind her of the rose he’d given her from Lothering. The one he’d said made him marvel over how such beauty could exist among such ugliness, and how he thought the same thing when he looked at her. Those words were carved into her soul. But she’d been a little distracted during the parade. And it had smelled nice.

There wasn’t really a diplomatic way to remove it and chuck it in one of the aforementioned urns. What was the diplomatic approach? She wasn’t prone to diplomacy. She was a blurter. She blurted out her thoughts like a whacked lamb baaing. It was her greatest weakness. And just now, she wanted to blurt an apology. To let him know that it wasn’t meant to be some kind of bitter dig at him for breaking with her after he became king. Even though he’d spent the year before that telling her he never wanted to live without her. But that was all in the past.

When in doubt, make a joke. She grinned at him. “So, am I excused to go wash off the horse smell or am I to be bathed only in honor?”

“Oh. Yes. Right. And you’ll probably want to change. You look very intimidating in your arcane armor, but I know you feel like a bean rattling in a flagon.”

Why did he always seem to read her mind? After three years, he should have forgotten some of the things she used to say. Although, she hadn’t forgotten much of what he had. Part of her was dying to ask how he liked “licking lampposts in winter” with his new wife. But again, not diplomatic. Or any of her business.

He handed her off to a servant, who led her towards the guest wing. As soon as she was out of sight, she whipped the rose from her hair and tossed it into an urn. It hit the side and bounced in with a metallic clang. The servant peered over her shoulder curiously. Renara smiled at her and spread her hands. Let the woman believe that Renara was so chock full of magical energy that it was ringing around inside her armor. It only helped the legend. Maker knew nothing else about her did.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I update this on my AO3 account as well, where I post as LotheringRose

[internet-siren]

October 2024 Internet Culture Round-Up

KSI’s Latest Song Drop 🎶 KSI dropped a new track in October, and let's just say… people had a lot to say. The lyrics? Copypasta gold: “From the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king. Where’s my crown? That’s my bling.” 🤴💎 Memes flooded in, mocking everything from Prime Energy to his other ventures. Even KSI fans were like, “This... is a lot.” And DanTDM called out KSI, Logan Paul, and MrBeast for pushing “low-quality products” to kids. Honestly, how do we even handle this? 🤔

Stop Jumping, Elon! 🚶‍♂️💥 Elon Musk’s awkward jump at a Trump rally became the meme we didn’t ask for but definitely got. On October 5th, at the Butler rally, Musk leapt into the air in a cringe-worthy moment that exploded across social media. This isn’t even his first awkward jump—this man’s made a career out of awkward leaping. From his Tesla meeting to random rallies, Musk’s jumps are giving us all the second-hand embarrassment. 🥲

Jack Doherty McLaren Crash 🚗💥 Jack Doherty, the Kick streamer, livestreamed himself crashing his $200,000 McLaren. Instead of checking on his injured friend, he was more concerned about his car while speeding in the rain. The whole thing raised serious concerns about influencer responsibility, but at least he got banned from Kick, so there’s that. Content creation shouldn't come at the expense of safety—glad to see some accountability. 👏

The Joker 2: Folie a deux Flop 🎬 Joker 2—yeah, I saw it. The beginning was alright, Lady Gaga was decent, but Joaquin Phoenix? Maybe a bit too into the role. Halfway through, it turned into a drawn-out court drama that was honestly a little boring. I left before the explosion (because, honestly, I’d seen enough), and spoiler: it didn’t get better. Expect a third movie, though—because that’s how Hollywood works. 😬

Hurricane Milton 🌪️ Hurricane Milton hit Florida on October 9th, 2024, as one of the most powerful storms in Atlantic history. It went from a Category 1 to a Category 5 in a single day, leaving destruction in its wake. While Tampa Bay was hit the hardest, conspiracy theories about the storm began circulating, with some blaming the government for using weather technology to manipulate the election. Sure, why not? 🙄

Velma Series Ends... Maybe? 👻 The Velma series might be over after two seasons. The finale had Velma killed by Scrappy-Doo (yes, really), only for her ghost to plot a comeback. But it’s not quite over yet—there’s a Halloween special where ghost Velma somehow returns to life. Fans are celebrating Scrappy-Doo’s revenge, but honestly, this whole show might just end here. Let’s just leave it at that, yeah? 🤷‍♀️

"My 17 Diapers Moment" 👶💩 Nurse Hannah went viral on TikTok after sharing how she found 17 dirty diapers scattered around her home two weeks postpartum. While some moms roasted her, others shared their own messy experiences, coining the term “My 17 Diapers Moment” to symbolize the chaos of motherhood. It’s a heartwarming reminder that moms should support each other, not shame each other. 🤍

Liam Payne’s Tragic Fall 💔 Liam Payne’s apparent suicide attempt shocked the world. After weeks of drama involving his ex and accusations of abuse, Payne was reportedly incoherent and aggressive before falling from a balcony. TMZ posted details within hours, before his family even had time to process. It’s a tragic reminder of how invasive media can be, exploiting trauma for clicks. 📰

MrBeast’s Reputation as "Nice Millionaire" Unraveling? 💸 MrBeast is facing backlash for his new product, “Lunchly,” which many fans called a cash grab. Things got worse when Rosanna Pansino called him out for shady business practices. Fans are starting to question his “nice millionaire” image, and the narrative around him is shifting. Is this the end of his golden reputation? Maybe. 🤔

Meet Luce, the Vatican’s Unexpected Anime Mascot 💙 The Vatican just introduced an anime mascot, Luce, designed by Simone Legno. With her blue hair and yellow coat, she’s here to connect with younger Catholics. Alongside other characters like Fe, Xin, and Sky, she’s been the subject of memes and fan art. The Vatican is officially embracing anime, and honestly? I’m here for it. 💖

Peanut the Squirrel Is Gone: Have We Entered the Worst Timeline? 🐿️💔 Peanut the Squirrel (P’Nut) is gone. Along with Fred the Raccoon, they were euthanized after a rabies investigation, sparking outrage across the internet. Both animals had a huge Instagram following, and now they’re at the center of memes and tributes. Feels a lot like Harambe all over again. Seriously, are we in the worst timeline now? Because this is just too much. 😔

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[egg-crusher]

Alright time to talk because this is something I can’t say in simple words without bringing unwanted attention

Short answer:yes

Long answer:is a show with great ideas, good use of tropes and interesting visuals

The visual parts is about things like the designs, the sequences inspired by anime with the usual beats used to recycle animation (Hawkmoth sends his akuma and convinces his victim/introduces the villain of the week with a speech, the heroes transform to save the day, use their powers, miraculous ladybug and everything is fixed)

Theres some great designs like chat noir, hawkmoth, lady Wi-Fi, stormy weather, ladybug’s other design, Volpina, Rena rouge, Shady bug and Queen bee

There’s some bad like heart hunter, bubbler, Gigatitan, simple man, miraculer, miracle queen, Lolipop monster, Mega leech, Party crasher, the original ladybug design (I hate how her costume looks nothing like a ladybug outside of the dots, and ladybug’s are only supposed to have 5!) claw noir and Silencer

I personally prefer the 2D designs, ladybug with that gold belt at least added something and I really liked those really long twin tails and ribbons and made designs like mister pigeon which come out as only decent 3D come out as very charming in 2D

But the best part as to be the concept

Couple of heroes are in love but the girl loves the alter ego of the hero and the hero loves the super hero persona of the girl

Meanwhile the villain is the father of the hero who’s trying to bring back his wife aka the mother of the hero from the death

Does it sound amazing? Because it sounds amazing

The problem is when they tried to stretch this for 5 seasons and refused to change anything outside of the bare minimum

Girl will always love the hero’s alter ego even if that’s not how he wants to be and hero will always love the girls secret identity even if that’s not who she wants to be

Marinette sees Adrien as a cute boy and Cat sees ladybug like a way out of his strict home life, and they never fully grow out of it and it only keeps getting worse

He gets jealous and does stupid things like saying they’re a couple, she breaks into his house, he keeps flirting despite her telling him not to do it, she steals his phone, he constantly shows being a hero is just a game to him, she sniffs his pillow, he only gets interested in another girl because it reminds her of ladybug

Marinette wants a normal life and Adrien wants to be free, they both see their respective pairing (Adrien, ladybug) as a means to get that kind of life which just gets worse through the seasons

And the show refusal of change just makes things worse for all characters

Master Fu stupid rule of “no reveal” makes him seem like a bad teacher who teaches nothing (outside of giving miraculous and the special costumes he did nothing)

Gabriel should have thought of his life choices after discovering who cat is but since the plot needs to move he’s suddenly happy to get Adrien hurt to win, now he went from a tragic father villain to someone pathetic and inconsistent

The class should have learned to don’t trust Lila? They do it again and come out as jerks creating 1000374920483930 salt fics about them sucking

And Chloe… oh Chloe…

You had a awful mother and for half a season after giving up your miraculous you did no evil and then suddenly in stormy weather 2 she’s a bully again, we had some actual change and she becomes evil again and she’s turn 10 times more evil and her father disowns her and sends her with her abusive mother while he adopts her half sister which came out of nowhere

The show keeps adding things like kagami, Zoe and Luka but outside of their debut episode most don’t have much development

Lila is the worse manipulator I’ve seen in fiction since his lies suck and she as failed to manipulate anyone, SVTFOE which is still worse had a 100 times better manipulator kind of villain in Toffee, too bad Lila is the new Hawkmoth since it means everyone will get character assassinated again so they will believe her lies

There’s Characters like kagami and Juleka which I love to watch since they have development but there’s flaws like Juleka having to learn to be assertive or not self loath for 10th time or Kagami dating Felix

Felix tried to ruin Adrien’s social life and teamed up with Hawkmoth on his debut, then he’s suddenly a good guy looking out for Adrien, gives the miraculous to Gabriel, betrays ladybug, and attempts to destroy humanity, which is everything Chloe did plus attempted destruction of humanity but worse since he actually succeeded/almost succeeded all the time

Yet kagami for some reason dates him

Then it had one of the worst end of arc I’ve ever seen in any media, recreation sucks.

Is a show you completely love overlooking its flaws or hate for how it refuses to change

The fandom keeps the show alive and I sometimes hate being insulted for criticizing the show, I have abandoned the fandom for a long time since shipping isn’t my thing and the way the fandom gets gaslighted by the show (Marinette retconed Pool trauma) sucks and makes me want to leave

Which I did

I liked the movie since it felt like it was there to fix the mistakes of the show, but since it’s a movie there’s not much it can do

So let’s wait for a reboot because while I do love some things of the show in the past, at this point I’m just tired of it

Ciao

[fardiyan-moro]

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[jenchann]

How We Look

This one for all those beautiful melanin girls.

Pairing : Dark/tan/brown/black f!reader x Chan. Bf x Gf.

Genre: Words of affirmation, Chan being Reassuring, Dark Skin Female Reader, Chan comforting reader, slightly suggestive at the end, dirty/explicit talk, bf!Chan being fluffy and horny for you.

You were pretending to be okay, amongst the chaos that was happening. You pretended to not care about them, after all it was quite common for people to gossip about a celebrity's life. Especially their love life. People made up shit and theorized if they even looked at other people's direction.

Now pictures of you and other fans with StrayKids members was circulating out from their VIP meet and greet, posted by the sponsors of the show. At first it was all well, people were half jealous and half happy that other fans got to meet the boys. People even checking out how the fans were dressed and how attractive they looked. All usual, y'know. What happened afterwards was the primary issue, a photo of you talking with Chan looking at you with a big smile all attentive besides Seungmin who was looking away from the same event was leaked from a shady source. They claimed that you and Chan were doing the dirty which gave way for hundred more gossips that dragged and painted you worse- a gold digger, a whore, a sasaeng, a hooker. Many were loosing their minds over how you looked, how he looked.

People were commenting and quoting downright hurtful and mean statements while very very few kept the others in line. And it was about your skintone. You wouldn't let it get to you but things were getting difficult at your work, it was affecting you, making you anxious.

You were contemplating your choices in life and that took a toll in your confidence. You were scared to standup for yourself though Chan assured he'd have everything taken care of.  But reading these still hurt you more, it was amazing that this topic was already beginning to become a hot topic within days.

Bundled in your bedsheet bunched on the floor below the sofa, you sat buried in the soft pillow-y comfort. Vision blurred, lashes blinking them away as the light of the television reflected onto it at frequent intervals as if soothing you. Chest heaved to breath out air to slow down your heart.

"Baby, I'm home" a cheerful voice coated with thick accent came from the porch of your house.

You strained your neck towards the entrance door, looking to confirm the voice again. You abandoned your comfy haven, feet thunking against the cold tiles as you opened the inside lock, the door releasing with a soft click.

You hugged him as he came in, a kiss landing your forehead as a habit. You kept hugging him after he took off his shoes and planted a kiss on his chest.

"I missed you baby" Chris craddled your face in his palms as he kissed your lips.

"I missed you too love" his hug was always warm and comfortable, you already wanted to melt in his arms.

You both loaded up your plates with jiggae and the fried chicken you heated up that you brought an hour ago, which got cold faster under the chilly autumn weather. You sat between his legs below the sofa each gobbling down the tasty food as you both continued watching the film.

"Chan, do you think I'm beautiful?" You asked after cleaning up after yourself.

Silence met your question, your eyes watering as you blinked rapidly.

"Of course you are pretty baby, look at me" he slowly analysed you as he replied.

You sniffled, eyes meeting his glazed ones at his command.

"Baby, what happened?" his voice sounded concerned as his eyes roamed over your face.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Did you hurt yourself? Did anything happen while I was away?" His strong hands jerked you around turning you hands - out and in, making you turn your body to either sides as his hands lovingly caressed from your shoulders to your waist down.

You were straddling him on the couch now, his strong arms engulfing you protectively and you couldn't pretend anymore. Dropping your weight on his chest, head in the crook of his neck, you let out a choked sob.

"Love, my darling you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Would you tell me what happened?"

It took sometime for you to let out your emotions. Eyes all puffy and nose turning a deep red against your dark skin. You shoved the article in his face in your phone and you didn't even wait to watch his reaction as you plopped down against him. Sniffles echoed in his ear, so his hands caressed you like back softly back and forth. He swiped though the article as he soothed you.

His other hand soon joined to hug you so tight that you couldn't handle it even for five seconds. Tapping on his shoulder as you croaked in relief when he released.

"Good lord, you are getting stronger"

"Your are so fucking pretty that you are the only person I see. And you know what's better? You, your heart. And that's the most beautiful love I've ever gotten to experience. No matter what anyone says, you are beautiful, sexy, ravishing, pretty and delicious just the way you are Missy. They don't know the amazing human being that you are. They are just jealous that you got me all for yourself. How you look and what colour you skin is doesn't matter to me and those people are the ones who need to change their mindset."

"You are not dirty, you are not disgusting. The people who say these are the ones who are truly disgusting. They can't see past a physical outlook and that's too sad don't you think? I only see the amazing person you are"

You cried harder as you gazed into his eyes.

"People should never make you feel inadequate for the way you are, especially for the way you look okay? I know you are my strong baby and you don't need me to say these stuffs but you are never what they say you to be based on your skin colour by making it seem dirty. They don't know anything bout you and me, us."

 

Cuddling in his chest you ask "What do you love about me?"

"Everything"

You pouted as your head tipped to see his face. He laughed as he saw you cranning to glare at him.

"Hurry up and tell me already" you let out an annoyed snark.

"Hmmm..." His voice dipped lower now, his veiny hands fondling your ass softly massaging them.

"You are all tense baby, relax, we are gonna get out of this strong. You are strong. The company is gonna release a statement tomorrow. It's gonna be alright."

And so you did like his voice did a spell on you.

"Would you answer my question please" your muffled voice vibrated against his sternum.

"I love your eyes, you fat button nose-"

"My nose does not look like a fat button-"

"Your plump-y juicy lips, you pretty neck and your collarbones that I mark-up very very prettily, your breasts- yes the best part" his voice lowered sexily and you knew how this was gonna go "they are so fucking soft and squishy and your hips- Fucking.God." his low growl vibrated against your ears, stirring up your lower half.

"Chan" you voice quietly pleaded.

"You know what, I'll just show you how I love you as I watch you squirt all over my face when you come baby"

"STOOPPPP" you squealed.

You jerked as he flipped you to show you why he loves you, manhandling just the way you liked to be handled rough sometimes.

"Another thing I find amusing is that they'd never know how good we'd look with you chocolate legs wrapped around me as I pound into you as I make love to you baby. How I can still make your dark skin flush under my hands prettily, all for me. Just for me."

[hopefully-hellbound]

I am a slut for continuations so this is the followup on the @inkyquince 's omega hunt submission

M!Alpha!Briar x Defiant!Harpy!Omega!PC

CW for Briar having feelings, shitty people doing shitty things, golddigging, dangerously close to fluff, smut, Sadist PC

Briar... Did not expect this to happen. Ever.

He kept away from the yearly Omega hunt for decades now, because the man just held no interest in having a mate - didn't have a need for one, in his business. He was good just loading up on suppressants, finding a Beta whore and just enjoying the show.

And then you showed up.

Quite literally flew into his life, a person he's never met before, a thing he's never seen in his life.

And now he laid next to you in your shared bed, face burried in your wings -such pretty wings, god, he could touch them forever-, and he wondered how the hell did he let you do this to him.

You chirp in your sleep and the noise is so sweet and content it warms his heart and makes him want to vomit.

At first, Briar wants you to perform in the brothel, thinking if he can treat you like his employee, it'd be fine, he'd be fine. You aren't happy with it, you pout and try to play on his heartstrings, his cock, but when that gets shut down, you go to the stage.

Good, like a good whore should.

Except that Briar can't write you off as just some employee, you are his mate and when he sees all these people leering at you, he shatters a glass in his hand without even noticing. He seed your principal raise his wallet and you follow him to the private room, and he grips the broken glass in his hand to stop himself from going in there and ripping Leighton's head off.

You return smelling like another man and Briar drags you backstage and fucks you until you cry. It's his fault but he doesn't want to hear it, it's yor fault for seducing him, for carrying his mark. Your fault that your teary eyes make him want to slow down and kiss it better.

Briar shoves your head in the pillows and grabs a hold of your wings for a better grip.

He clearly can't be okay with sharing you ("Not a cuck, ey?" you ask him, grinning after he slaps you. You dare too much.), so Briar thinks to keep you away. Tells you to leave as much as you can and you do, and the moment he watches you fly away, he regrets it. He shoves the need to call you back down and returns back to work, business as usual.

Except it's not, because you haunt his mind like a ghost. Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with?? His henchmen grow nervous as Briar gets irritated, out of character, pacing around when he's not at meetings and glancing through the windows as he pretends to be interested in the weather.

Birds are a free spirit, but Briar wants to cut your wings if that would make you stay with him.

"Or, you can just stop telling me to leave?" you'd suggest, and Briar has to choke you out to wipe that smile off of your face. "Touché," you'd pant, then wear his bruises with same pride you wear his gold.

You come back a week later and he nearly jumps you in front of everyone, but manages enough self control to just drag you to his room. There, you're the one who jumps him first.

Your claws leave marks on Briar's skin, like noone else was allowed to mark him before. Your sharp teeth leave more scars on him than he got in his long and shady career. Your wings wrap around him when he beds you and you scream like a harpy whenever you cum, and Briar likes it, drags those screams out of you, lets the whole world hear you're his.

"If I'm yours then you're mine," you'd say, and Briar would backhand you to shut you up, but he wouldn't object.

You like shiny, expensive things. That's good, Briar can get you those. Puts you in gold and silver that makes you shine like his most prized possession, even if you're the one posessing him. Precious stones on your rings and necklaces, chains that you couldn't escape from if you wanted to. You don't.

It's not long until Briar starts having you around more - perhaps he's been ashamed until now, to admit that even he now has something he cares about. Not cares, just... Wants. He paid off your debt to Bailey for you and you had nothing against him using you as a footstool while he negotiated. You in general don't seem to mind his perversions, such a cute puppy for him, a beast from Hell if anyone else would try his shit. It fills Briar with pride to see you fight off men twice your size, and then come to him with big bird eyes for a smidge of praise.

He uses your abilities to make you his guard, you prance behing him in a little suit that he can't wait to rip off of you every night, maybe even more, when you step to the side to be alone. He takes you to one of Quinn's pervert parties and shows you off naked and bouncing on his cock like you'd die if you'd have to stop for even a second. He takes you to a fancy ball, your dress matching his suit and showing off your chest, the chandelier's light from above reflecting in your dozens of golden accessories. You dance and beat Avery and his ratty little omega, and Briar revels in knowing how badly this must piss off the pretentious bastard, and he rewards you in the bathrooms, makes you cum on his tongue until you cry and he almost chokes under the pressure of your thighs around his head.

Briar comes to appreciate you, all of you.

The way you revel in violence, only to cower under his every sadistic whim. The way you always return his bites with matching ones, mirroring on his own skin. The way your wings puff out and you blush like a schoolgirl when you watch him do his job.

Yeah, all is good, for both of you.

And now year after year, you watch the hunt together, the hottest shit couple in town, and you make bets on which orphan will get away and which won't.

You both cheat, but that makes it even more fun, after all.

[qyllenhaal]

American Pie

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: The Summer heat gets to everyone, including Sheriff Lee Bodecker who is looking to stir up with his favorite girl.

Warnings: 18+ only!!! DubCon (!!!), Dark themes, age gap (reader is early 20s), infidelity, alcohol abuse, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, spanking.

A/N: I didn’t expect to finish this in one night, but I did! I may have missed a few things to include in the warnings but I believe I got all the major ones. Enjoy!

Hot weather makes people feel more rowdy, like they can do anything just because the temperature is rising and the sun is out for longer. When the number of troublemakers at the bar goes up, so does the number of visits from the police.

Someone was always anonymously calling the police because someone at Tecumseh Lounge was stirring up some shit. They rarely came and when they did they did nothing. The deputy they dispatched would just write down a few things in a notepad and leave. No one ever truly got in trouble and that's because the Sheriff is rumored to be "in'' with the owner.

The rumors are true but the nice ladies and gentlemen from the nicer parts of the county will never see it for themselves. Tecumseh is rough, and nasty. There were more vices here than just alcohol, and most of it was done under the table.

Y/n was crazy to take this job as a bartender at Tecumseh. She didn't know that a hidden prospective for the job was fucking the patrons. One of the other girls working here did it, and so did Sandy despite her brother being the sheriff. Y/n was not interested in the advances pressed on her by the men. They were either married or been fucking "ladies of the night" for years and probably have something. No one who frequented a place like Tecumseh wasn't someone Y/n wanted to go home with. Yet she let Sandy's brother talk to her in any kind of way.

For someone who was the sheriff, Lee Bodecker was here a lot and it wasn't because the drinks were good. Sometimes his sister served him while he interrogated her about her husband Carl. Y/n had seen Carl a few times and she found him to be sleazy. Poor Sandy was stuck working behind the bar while Carl flirted with a younger girl just a few feet away from her. But Sandy would also take some patrons out to the back and get fucked when her shift ended. It seems like an even deal, but the difference is Carl looks happy doing it and Sandy always comes back looking a mess, and not in a good way.

Y/n has been applying for a waitressing job closer to her house. She wants out of this place yet whenever she says Tecumseh is her current place of work, her application gets thrown out. Her aunt got her the job and she wished to god that woman never did. She should've gone and worked at someone's farm doing hard labor instead of accepting the offer to work. She was talked to like she was a whore and there was nothing to do about it because her boss did the same thing.

Friday night shifts are the hardest for her. The men drink harder because they don't work weekends. The influence of alcohol made them relentless when talking to Y/n. They made what they believed were compliments about her body and proclaimed how they wanted to fuck her. She just had to press a smile because the more they found her fuckable the more they tipped her. The low-cut top she wore was not coincidental. While she didn't fuck patrons for 20 dollars, she did put out for their attention.

Not even 30 minutes before her shift and a fight breaks out. She has to call the police because the fight between two men turned into a fight of three, four, and then five. No one looked interested in breaking up the fight, just watching with glib smiles and jovial laughs. This was the kind of entertainment they came for, but it was a pain to deal with as a barmaid.

Police sirens and the lights made some patrons, including two of the people involved in the fight, went running out through another exit. Their fears were pointless since it was rare for anyone to get arrested here.

"Alright break it up," Deputy Brooks' voice boomed.

Whenever an officer was called to come down to Tecumseh Lounge, it was only three policemen who showed up: Deputy Brooks, Deputy McConnell, and the sheriff. They must've worked out some kind of deal with her boss because they come in, don't do shit about the reason they were called for, and they never failed to ask for a drink before leaving. Tonight is no different; they just break up the fight and tell the men to leave but they never force perpetrators to leave.

The fight dissipated a few minutes after the deputies showed up and the patrons grumbled because the fun was over. The two deputies looked around the place to give off the appearance of holding authority then they made their way over to the bar.

"One of your coldest beers," Deputy Brooks didn't greet Y/n nor was he polite. He just demanded what he wanted.

"No free drinks." She tries to keep her tone of voice strong. She is not afraid of these two men who only feel powerful because they have a badge on them. Deputy McConnell was only a few years older than her and she remembers when he was a scrawny kid who got picked on even as a senior in high school.

"We just broke up a fight at your fine establishment. The least you can do is give us a beer," Brooks rebuttal.

There was no arguing so Y/n sighed and went to grab two beers for the men so they could just get out of her sight.

"I need two beers. Not just one," McConnell interjected. Y/n didn't like how they drank on the job, especially since they were going to be driving so late at night.

But Y/n obliges just to get them out of her face. She hates the smug look on Deputy Brooks face as he grabs his beer and walks out with the other deputy behind him.

The rest of the night is Jenny's problem because Y/n was clocking out immediately. She smelled like cigarettes and just wanted to wash the layer of sweat off of her body. All the money her boss accrues from shady dealings, he was too cheap to install an air conditioner. People get angry and agitated when it's so hot out. Even at night the air feels sticky and falls just to the low 80s.

She headed out the back to avoid the incoming patrons. She is fair game to some people now that she is single.

Out back she can hear three unmistakable voices. Deputy Brooks and McConnell were standing by their car that was parked right next to the nice, clean sheriff's car. Y/n is not in the mood to deal with the two dickheads and their boss sheriff dickhead, but she knows they are going to say something to her as she walks back.

"Well if it isn't my pretty, pretty Cherry."

Lee Bodecker's voice punctuated the night air, making even the humid atmosphere feel cold.

Y/n stops in her tracks, knowing that she cannot avoid this without causing trouble for herself.

"Don't call me that."

"You sure like the name last week when I had my head between those thighs. 'Lee...oh Lee!" He imitated her voice which made his deputies laugh. Lee has a beer in his hand, reminding Y/n that McConnell asked for two back at the bar. She should've known it was for Lee.

She was embarrassed by him talking about their time together in front of his subordinates. Lee is married and Y/n is turned off by men with gold bands on their ring finger who try to take her home after her shift ends. However they have fucked on multiple occasions, making him the only patron she has given into. He was mean, but authoritative. Y/n couldn't help herself and she sometimes let the sheriff rough her up in the back of his car.

"I'm only messing with you sweetheart. You don't gotta stand there lookin like you saw a ghost."

Y/n feels humiliated but Lee doesn't seem to care. Lee gets off on seeing her squirm, on seeing her be degraded. She's not a whore like the other woman who works here and his sister, but he fucks her like she is. He has something many of the men inside the dingy joint wanted. Y/n isn't easy, which rare for a female Tecumseh worker.

"I'm just wonderin if you seen my Sandy," he made an attempt to change the subject.

"She's your sister Lee."

The truth is Y/n hasn't seen Sandy in a week. She said something about her and Carl taking a trip but she didn't say for how long. Y/n is not too fond of Sandy to pry into her life. She feels bad for her though. She always comes into work with dingy hair and not to mention the amount of weight she has lost which makes her face look gaunt.

"You better address me as ‘sheriff’ girl. You have no manners. You weren't even going to say hello to the men who keep you safe."

Lee did nothing to make her feel safe. He made Y/n feel on edge when he was around but downright euphoric when she was in the throes of passing in the back of his car. He was just using her to get his rocks off and he only went after her because he wanted someone "fresh" for him. He doesn't respect her or care for her.

"Shouldn't you three be patrolling? Looking for crime?"

"Don't catch an attitude, Y/n. It's none of your business what we do. Besides, all the crime is in that building you just came out of."

"You guys never do shit. All you do sheriff is come and collect money from Leroy-"

"Watch your fucking mouth."

Y/n is not sure why she's still here trying to bump heads with him. She will never win, especially when he is the authority around here. No one challenged Lee because they were scared to death of him. He's a shady sheriff but he's feared.

"I'm leaving," Y/n sighed. She tried to walk away but Lee stood up from leaning on his car and grabbed her arm

"Uh-uh," he shook his head at her as the grip on her arm tightened. She looked up at him with fear in her arms and he felt his cock getting hard "You don't get to leave until I tell you too. I think you owe me for last week anyway, cherry."

"Please...just let me go," she tried to plead. She tried to plea to the man who she's been fucking, hoping that his attachment to her would make him be kinder to her.

"You need your ass to be put in place. I thought I did that a few weeks ago when I spanked your ass until you cried, but you're still as defiant as ever. You'll never fucking learn."

Lee dragged her back to his car and bent her over the hood. He placed her arms behind her back and cuffed her. He wasn't going to arrest her but making her believe he was sure was fun to him.

She can see both of the deputies watching her. Her face was planted against the top of his car as he held her down. Lee pulls her dress over her ass and she feels so exposed.

"Those panties look damp to me. What do y'all think?"

Y/n hears the deputies chattering lowly amongst themselves, probably afraid to say something obscene about the woman the sheriff is hooking up with.

"How many men seen you like this before? Who you let fuck you today?"

"No one sheriff."

"That's right. That pussy is mine."

His rough hand caresses her ass. He wants to spank her for talking back to him in front of the two younger officers. She was trying to embarrass him which called for a punishment.

"You better count 'em or I'll start over."

Y/n just groaned in anticipation of the first blow to her ass. She hates how Lee takes his time and she wishes he would just get it over with. Her heart is racing as Lee gets a firm grip on her hair.

"Bad little girls get their asses spanked. Don't think just because you're not peddling your cunt that you're not a whore," he threatened with anger.

Her panties were ripped off with rage and she was truly exposed. The warm, summer breeze ghosted across her cunt but it made her shiver. She can already feel the heaviness of her hand on her ass before it even comes down. The first smack was so loud that it pierced the dark night's air. Her cry was even louder.

"One," she says breathlessly. Her eyes close so she doesn't have to look at the two men staring at her with wide eyes and tents in their pants.

Lee believes pain is the best discipline for a girl like Y/n. He would never do this to his wife, but he also doesn't fuck his wife like he fucks Y/n. She was a tough thing to crack but she rides him into the night until his car is shaking and he's cumming into a condom.

"You can count louder than that, cherry."

He was mocking her only because they had an audience. The belittling and having her body exposed was humiliating. But that first slap of her ass sent all the blood in her body rushing to pussy.

Lee smacked her ass again and again and each time she pathetically sobbed out the number of hits her ass has received so far. Her skin felt hot and it wasn't because of the temperature. She wanted to cry so bad but she kept it. She has never cried in front of Lee and she isn't going to start now; no matter how painful his brutality is.

"Look how fucking wet she is from getting her ass whooped."

Y/n heard the shuffling of the deputies and there was not doubt they were looking at her glistening sex. She felt like she was dripping and she wanted to press her thighs together so bad to hide herself. That would only make things worse for her and the last thing she needs is a harsher punishment.

"Learned your lesson, cherry?"

She nods, her eyes still closed.

"Good girl."

The sound of Lee's belt coming undone makes her stick her ass higher into the air. She's been trained like a dog who wants a treat to behave this way. A sense of shame consumes her as she acts so shamelessly.

"My good little bitch," he coos. He pulls himself out and lines up the head with her wet slit. "I don't have a condom on me sweetheart. I finally get to feel that pussy of yours."

He was lying. He always kept a pack of condoms in the glove compartment of his patrol car because he couldn't bring them into his home. Plus having them in there would always leave him ready to fuck Y/n. He did not like the feeling of condoms but he can't knock her up when next year is an election year. Having a bastard child with a barmaid from Tecumseh would fuck everything up and send his efforts down the drain.

"Lee no! You have to use a condom."

"I don't have to do anything."

She's stupid to think he would listen to her. She is completely powerless and can only operate to his whims.

"Then please pull out...please," she whispers in defeat. The laugh he lets out tells her that she doesn't get a say in this at all.

Lee pushes on her back with one hand and the other is holding onto her hip. He finally sinks into her and he is in paradise.

"You expect me to pull out when your cunt is this warm and tight? No fucking chance darlin'"

He starts to fuck into her, each thrust earning him a pathetic moan. She feels so good wrapped around him and he vows to never wear condoms with her again. She's the tightest thing he's had in years and he has to go slowly to brace himself or else he is gonna cum. This position gave him so much access to her cunt and he pushed in as deep as he could. His bare head was kissing her cervix over and over again. His thighs slapped against her bare ass and the noise reverberated into the night.

The deputies just stood there; eyes wide with shock but lust filling their veins. They never took Lee as a cheater yet he fucked Y/n he knew her body so well.

Tears slip down her face, but they aren't from sadness or anger. She's overwhelmed by the pleasure Lee is giving her that she can almost forget that they have an audience.

Lee lifted her head off of the hood of the car. She could see them in the reflection. She looked a mess while Lee looked like he was in heaven in her bare cunt.

"You wanna tell them how you never had a man in your ass until I fucked you? Begged for it like a whore?"

His voice has some much grit in it and Y/n wondered where this new fire in him came from. Lee was rough with her but never has he pounded into her like she was just a toy. Most would be surprised to know that Lee can be a gentle lover that had a primal urge to be inside of Y/n. She wondered if he was like that with his wife, but according to him she was just a "wet blanket." Y/n does not know whether or not to believe him because it's not uncommon for men to disparage their wives to women they're having sex with on the side.

"Gonna cum Lee," she cried.

He felt her tighten around him and he was about to cum too. He was going to cum inside of her.

"Show 'em how you cum for me. Let 'em see that pretty face of yours."

Lee pounded into her until she was crying out. Her orgasm wrecked her body and the only thing on her mind was Lee and his cock. If she was asked to speak right now it would just be babble. He fucked her stupid and he's not going to stop until he spills inside of her.

A few more hard, rough thrusts and Y/n feels Lee spill inside of her. She sighs at the blissful sensation. His grip on her loosens, a symptom of the exhaustion that starts to set in. His cock begins to soften inside of her but the two of them are still panting from what they just did.

"Go on. Go home," he slaps her ass one last time just to tease her. His eyes are trained on the sight of his cum oozing out of her and he never wants to look at anything else. But he has a shift to get back to

Y/n reluctantly stands up, her dress falling over her ass to cover her up. She can feel his cum running down her thigh but she's too embarrassed to clean herself up in front of these mean. She accidentally catches Deputy McConnell's eyes before she scurries off to her car. She hears a laugh and then a few more joining in. She's sure Lee is bragging to them about her always being willing to fuck him. She just hopes he doesn't tell them everything they have done together.

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Lee had been silent for more than a week now. No calls, no visits to the bar, and even his patrol car hadn't ridden down her street. Y/n felt insecure about his absence; like he thought she was an easy slut like the rest of the barmaids. He knows she isn't willing to fuck anybody, but she was not sure if he believed her when she said it.

The days moved so slowly as she watched the door hoping he would come in one late night. She even hoped for a fight but suddenly no one had the energy anymore for a melee.

Y/n was working a late shift tonight. She'd cover the bar from 12 until last call. It was her day off but she had to fill in for some girl at the last minute. If it had been the weekend she would've said no, but it's a Tuesday night which means it would be an easy night of minimal work.

Y/n was wiping down glasses not five minutes after she clocked in and she heard the shrill voice of her co-worker Sydney.

"I'm not dealing with him. Last time I tried to cut him off he threatened to arrest me! I don't know where Sandy is but she needs to be the one here to deal with her brother."

Y/n's ears perked up. She didn't notice Lee in the room when she walked in. The room was dim and it was not always easy to make out customers, especially if they were far away.

"What's going on?"

Y/n walked over to where Cindy's voice was coming from and she was talking to their boss Leroy.

"Sheriff is drunk off his ass and I'm supposed to deal with him. My shift ended five minutes ago and once I'm off the clock then anything that happens in this place is none of my concern!" She said with contempt.

"You work for me. You don't get to decide what you will and will not do at my bar!"

As much as Y/n wanted to avoid a tiff between her co-worker and boss, she wanted to talk to Lee even more.

"I'll take care of it."

Leroy didn't care either way. As long as he didn't have to deal with Lee who was pissed off at him about something. Lee often complained that her boss was a "useless fucker." Leroy walked away from the two and Cindy gave Y/n a small smile.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. I'll see you tomorrow Cindy," Y/n called to the blonde who was already peeling out of the place. She doesn't think Cindy likes her all that much but she was at least courteous to Y/n.

The bar was dead enough for Y/n's other co-worker to cover while she went to deal with Lee.

He was at a table in one of the corners of the bar; slumped over in his chair and too intoxicated to speak in complete sentences. There was no way he could properly function or drive home. She had a choice to make whether to leave Lee like this or take him home. She had just gotten to work, but the night was nothing that her co-worker couldn't handle. If Leroy threw a fit and tried to fire her she could just get Lee to threaten him.

He was so heavy as he leaned on her to walk to her car. Y/n loathes this man yet she does so many caring things for him that it makes her stomach hurt. She gets nothing out of this exchange yet she continues to go back with him.

She placed him in the passenger seat of her car and he just mumbled to himself the entire ride to her apartment. She was thankful to be on the first floor because it would be a hazard to try to get Lee to walk up some stairs like this. She helped him sit on her raggedy couch. He looked like he was going to vomit.

"How many drinks did you have?" She began her interrogation on him, but she doubts she will get a coherent answer tonight.

"Just one."

As he spoke he reached into his pocket to show her the "one" bottle that he drank from tonight. A few candy wrappers fell out of his pocket when he pulled the bottle out. They were jolly ranchers wrappers which was the kind she bought to share with him.

"What happened? Why did you get so fucked up? I need to get you home Lee."

Y/n was in panic mode. There was no way she could take Lee home but she didn't know how to deal with him like this. He had been tipsy around her before, sure, but she has never seen him this drunk.

"No, no...don't wanna go back. Just let me sleep it off," he slurred. He haphazardly kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off so he could get comfortable on her couch. He's going to wake up with a sore back if he sleeps on that thing.

"You can't get drunk like this ever again. And you also can't stay the night here ever again. Your wife is going to find out one day

He just groaned and turned away from her on the couch. She just sighed in defeat. She will deal with him in the morning.

-

She feels the bed around 3 am. She could not sleep after leaving Lee in a state like that on her couch and she has been up ever since. Y/n was so tired but her body was not agreeing with sleep at the moment. Heavy arms wrapped around her as she held her breath.

"You smell so good, Florence. Just like roses."

"Lee, it's me." She waited for him to respond, afraid that he would get upset or angry with her for no good reason. Her ego was a little hurt after he mistook her for his wife.

"I'm just jokin' with you cherry." Even though he was suffering from a hangover, he still has the capacity to tease her.

Y/n turned around to face him but he had his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. She can't deny how handsome he looks, especially with his full cheeks.

"Why did you get that drunk last night?"

"I'm a grown man."

"You weren't acting like it last night. You were like a defiant child," her voice began to rise in volume and Lee winced.

"Don't yell, please. You can be mad at me all you want but please don't yell. I've got a headache that's going to last for days."

"It's what you deserve."

Lee finally opened his eyes just so he could see that pouty look on her face. Y/n called him a defiant child, but she was one to talk. She was always acting like a brat around him.

"You don't mean that girl. If you did, you would've left me at Tecumseh. You care about me."

"Lee-"

"Just admit it. You care."

"Lee, you are married."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

This was the uncomfortable conversation Y/n wanted to have. It was always shot down by Lee. He had no problem fucking her, but talking about where they stand or his cheating was always a problem.

"Cherry, I wish you'd just let things be as they are. Wish you would always be a good girl like you are in the back of my cruiser."

"I don't want to be your mistress Lee. If we keep doing this then we're going to get caught and your wife will leave you. Then what?"

"I'll move you in and put a ringer on your finger. Maybe give you a few kids too," he chuckled.

Y/n couldn't bring herself to find joy in his comments. She has some underlying feelings for him and he's right, she does care. But her conscience can't stop thinking about the fact that he has a wife. The only time she forgets is when his dick is inside of her.

"I'm a whore, remember?"

"Just because I fucked you like one in front of my deputies doesn't mean you are one," his hand rested on her hot cheek and he stroked it with his thumb, "you're my cherry girl. The only person I love being inside of. You act like you hate me but you're always wet for me; I bet you're wet right now. I love what we have and I don't want it to end."

She has no more to say to him. She just sighs and closes her eyes. Lee can practically see the wheels turning in her head. While he saw this as a very simple situation, she viewed it as more complex and always seemed to look for ways to make it complicated for the two to just enjoy it for what it is. Y/n is young and Lee is sure she is not ready to settle down yet. They're just having some fun. And if they do in fact get caught and his wife leaves him, then his cherry would make one hell of a wife.

[masterartoria-anthology]

Fateful Night

A draft about a ‘What if’ world. And of course, it’s Artoria/Emiya centric

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Emiya breathed out. His sigh turned into a thin layer of white mist under the bitter cold weather. Slumping against the alley wall of a vacant street, he tried to shift into a more comfortable position for his bleeding arm, then gave up with a painful hiss as the other wounds were disturbed.

The blood had stopped seeping out from his major wounds, but his body remained immobile, too weak to move. Emiya knew he wouldn't die with the protection of the holy scabbard inside him. However, between becoming a human popsicle and death, the latter suddenly sounded so much greater.

Down to his luck, snow began to fall from the starless sky despite it already being the middle of February. Had Emiya known tonight it'd end like this, perhaps he would've worn something more warm and sturdier than a dark colored leather jacket and turtleneck shirt. 

A tasteless chuckle sliding out from his dry lips, he could only curse himself quietly. Those beings he had found out on the patrol were nothing alike to anything he had been fighting against so far. None of his weapons managed to land a hit on them. Knowing his chance to win was zero, he had lured them to the remote area before running for his life.

After twenty two years of his life, Emiya had been forced to retreat for the first time.

…. So much for Ally of Justice. He ridiculed himself, hunching over.

At that moment, faint footsteps reached his ears. They were light and nimble, probably female, coming closer and closer. Emiya closed his eyes and took advantage of the building shadow casting over him to hide, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed. He was too exhausted to deal with anything else right now.

Much to his dismay, the footsteps halted and there was a soft gasp coming out above him. Emiya once again cursed his rotten luck and prayed to whoever would walk away if he remained unresponsive. With his current state, anyone with the right mind would think him as some drunkard that slumped or some shady figure they should not get involved with.

As expected, that anonymous person seemed to shift uncomfortably on their spot as if deliberating what to do before there was silence. 

They probably had walked away, he assumpted himself with relief.

Emiya just didn’t see it coming as something warm and smelling nice warping around his neck. His eyes were prompted to snap open on their own.

For a moment, he was sure he forgot how to breathe.

Silky golden hair as if sprinkled with gold dust made the snow around it seem glittering under the dim light as well. Wordlessly, she worked on the red scarf on his shoulders with dead seriousness. Those small white hands gently and nimbly fasten it. Each action was delicate like she was treating something very frail.

"I don't know what happened, but if you keep slumping here, you’ll freeze to death." The girl's voice is like a bell. Jewel-like eyes staring at him, straight and pure, could put the finest emerald in the world to shame.

"Where’s your home? Or don’t you have a number perhaps? I can help you reach your contact.” She proposed, relief lacing a bit in her voice the moment she noticed him conscious. 

Clearly, this girl was worrying for him.

Emiya was speechless. Not because he was confused by the sudden turn of events, but because of this girl's overwhelming beauty and the kindness she showed.

Brave or reckless? No one with a right mind would stop to help a stranger in a vacant alley late at night, much less for a high school girl. It was a bit odd that she had yet to call the police to report about a dubious man she encountered.

Emiya had many things to say to her, but of all things, he found himself saying this was what came out of his mouth instead.

"... You have a strange speech pattern."

Silence set around them, before the girl's already rosy cheeks covered in a new shade of red within a blink of an eye. And the situation was plunged into the oblivious as she stuttered at him.

"I- It's not my fault! Living in a family full of men made anyone this way— Why are you giving me that unconvinced look?! I'm stating the truth!" 

She blushed more when he just silently regarded her, the word stuck at her throat. Emiya was aware he was being mean, but he couldn’t help it. The girl looked like a ripe tomato that he didn't realize until tonight that humans could turn into one.  

"Fu…" 

Unable to hold back any longer, Emiya cracked up. He honestly didn't remember the last time he could laugh like this. Now noticing that he was teasing her, the girl pouted while giving him an unamused look. Embarrassment still showed clear in her body. 

"You are worse than Kay…" She grumbles. Before she could berate him further, his laugh suddenly turned into a painful wheeze, reminding Emiya that he was still injured. Wincing, Emiya held the side of his stomach. It served him right for teasing such an innocent girl. 

However, his action revealed his bloody arm that he had been desperately trying to hide from her. Immediately, she gasped and boosted into action. 

"You are bleeding?!" Astonishment and concern etched at her voice again. "Stay here, I will call for help–"

"No, don’t." Emiya managed to grab her arm before she ran off. Seeing that his body recovered enough for him to move around, he stood up along with her. If she brought more people here, it would be more trouble than actually help. 

"This scarf is sufficient. Thank you." Emiya gestured at the red scarf around his neck. It was a shame that such beautiful clothes were stained by his blood.”

"Sorry for tainting it, I will wash it and return it to you someday.” He smiled at the irony of his own words. “And you probably should go home now, it’s dangerous for a girl to wander on the street this late.”

Impulsive, Emiya tousled her hair then strolled down the empty street, ignoring the call of her telling him to wait. Waving a hand over his shoulder, he disappears into the night. They were from different worlds. He had a feeling if he stayed any longer, something bothersome might go after her. That worst scenario was the last thing he’d wish for. 

Recalling the girl's earnestness made the corner of his lips involuntarily curl up. Emiya felt like he had found the strength to continue.

To protect people like her, he was willing to fight even if he was thankless.

… Still, he didn't mind if there was a little reward sometimes.

He tugged the scarf closer to his neck a bit, the warmth from it seemed as if spearing through his body and his heart. The faint scent of fresh flowers still lingers there, tickling his nose. All the pain he was bearing had been soothed by the power of the holy seath, or by—

Emiya shook his head slightly. It was strange indeed. He was still trying to grasp the nature of what happened just now. Something must really be wrong with her, with him. He was what people could describe as a social retard, but for some reason, he did not mind being in her presence. 

He didn’t deny that something in that girl appeared to draw him in.

Closing his mind, Emiya could see that brilliant golden hair and those clear emerald eyes vividly in his mind.

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It feels like time has stopped just around him. That scene of fateful night flashes on his vision.

That silky golden hair is still beautiful as in his memory, glittering under the moonlight.

Emiya can't breathe. He feels like his heart has stopped for a moment while a block of ice drops down to the pit of his stomach.

Fresh blood like crimson flowers adorn on her chest. The girl that was once like a shining star, is slumping against the wall listlessly. The navy sailor uniform is dried red by her own blood.

—Something inside him died at that moment.

This must be his fault.

《To be continued?》

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This world is similar to UWB timeline, but with Shirou/Saber and Rin/Archer switched role for each other.

Artoria Pendragon

Live with her family (Father Gawain, brother Lancelot, brother Kay and a younger brother Bedivere).

A ‘normal’ high school girl. She was born on the same year 4th HG war happened and has no knowledge about HG war. 

Servant: Saber (Sengo Muramasa)

Shirou Emiya

A freelance magus to pursue his dream of becoming a Hero of Justice... Please call him ‘Emiya’.

Tan skin and white hair due to he overused thaumaturgy. He once studied under Lord El-Melloi II and knows about 5th HG war throught him.

Servant: Archer (Ishtar)

Shinji Matou

Same age as Artoria. Since the Tohsaka was eliminated completely since the 4th war, there is no Sakura. He is a mixed of FateVN!Shinji and FateExtra!Shinji.

Servant: Rider (Drake). 

Illyasviel

A Pseudo-Servant class Berserker and a Master at the same time. She has an appearance of a teenage girl. (I still can’t decide to let her enroll in the same school as Artoria or not...)

Bazett Fraga McRemitz

Kotomine will stab her back much later than the original... Hopefully she won’t die.

Servant: Lancer (Cu Chulainn )

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This is the currently setting of this world. I wrote for fun so if you have any input or want to use this plot to write a fic, feel free to comment 👍 ✨

[lizardsquisher]

As the Dragon Age fandom is experiencing a Renaissance, I wanted to invite Alistair/Mage Warden fans (we do it for the angst) and Mage Warden/Cullen shippers to read my fanfic, "A Rose for Lady Amell." See excerpt below:

Chapter One: Sympathy for the Bedeviled

Midsummer looked good on Denerim. Three years after the Blight had rolled through, spewing fire and chaos, tearing the nice parts of town to rubble and reducing the shady bits to ash, she was almost completely rebuilt. Her weathered face renewed, her stones freshly mined, her daub and wattle houses freshly daubed and wattled, she beamed under the cloudless blue sky like a stately lady instead of the half-maiden, half-crone she’d been before.

She would seldom look as fair as she did on a parade day. Garlands of red and yellow flowers bedecked every shop and dwelling, no matter how humble. Gold and silver streamers twinkled from the fences. And the parade route was marked by banners bearing the king’s crest—a pair of mabari rearing towards one another. The hounds were supposed to look fierce. But King Alistair fancied that they were playing with each other, about to pounce and roll through the grass, yipping happily. That would certainly represent him better than snarling beasts. He was not much of a snarler. Although, it had been ages since he’d last yipped.

He stood on the ramparts of the royal palace. The stretch of road that unfurled ahead of him teemed with people, a rippling, colorful mass waving flags and throwing flowers. And down the center of that sea of adulation, his true love bobbed towards him on the back of her shining black horse. She was a fine sight in her ceremonial armor—the polished silver contrasted nicely with the rich gold of her hair, which had been twisted up on her head to spill back down her shoulders like the plume on a knight’s helmet. Those locks swept here and there as she gazed around in amusement. She always looked surprised by the reception she received in Denerim. As if she hadn’t killed an archdemon three years ago and saved the world. Not to mention spending the years that followed rebuilding the Grey Wardens and driving the remaining Darkspawn back into the shadowy recesses of the earth. But then, she was a mage. People seldom cheered for mages. There was usually more whispering about abominations and waving holy symbols at them when they weren’t looking. Oh, and locking them up in stone towers to be chopped down by Templars at the slightest provocation. So perhaps her surprise was understandable.

This little display was to celebrate her latest campaign. His advisors told him that it was good to keep her in the public eye. To remind the people of his own heroics by association: the king who once fought side-by-side with the Hero of Ferelden. People devoured the story of their adventures. And they sighed and swooned over their romance. Nothing moved the masses quite like forbidden love.

Himself, he thought forbidden love was overrated. But no one ever asked him. Probably because he got grumpy when people talked about those stories in front of him. As if he and Renara were characters in a ballad, and not people who’d been rewarded for saving the world by losing the one thing they’d wanted the most. He didn’t feel bad about his resulting snarkiness. That kind of thing would make anyone grumpy.

Renara drew nearer to the shadow cast by the palace. She was close enough now that he could make out the sweet curve of her cheek and the blue of her eyes. Someone threw her a rose. She caught it deftly. A smile played across her lips as she sniffed it. Then, as if she could feel the weight of his eyes on her, she looked up at him. Smiling, she tucked the rose in her hair and gave him a wave. He waved back. The red rose looked lovely in her hair. And it broke his heart a little to look at it. He wished she hadn’t done that.

He went downstairs to meet her.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46538692/chapters/117189202

[achristopaganbreviary]

Wheel of the Year Prayers

Imbolc (Feb 1- March 20 or 21) We give thanks for early spring, time of fresh skies and budding shoots. Frigid frosts melt and crocuses bloom. Daffodils and tulips spread their color. Sacred are the cross and candle, symbols of inspiration. May Mercury guide us this Imbolc season, bringing us cleansing and new beginnings. 

Ostara (March 20 or 21 - May 1) We give thanks for late spring, time of flowering trees and returning songbirds. Gentle rains nourish azaleas and camellia blossoms. Hyacinth and forsythia bloom. Sacred are the hare and egg, symbols of regeneration. May Venus guide us this Ostara season, bringing us hope and joy.

Beltane (May 1 - June 20 or 21) We give thanks for early summer, time of virid grass and shady boughs. The forests are greening and the roses begin to bloom. Poppies, irises, and peonies are tossed in the stormy weather. Sacred is the bonfire, symbol of our passion and desire. May Mars guide us this Beltane season, bring us passion and vitality.

Litha (June 20 or 21- Aug 1) We give thanks for late summer, time of sunny warmth and fiery blooms. Fireflies glow and rabbits sprint through the grass. Honeysuckles, hydrangeas, and cactus flowers fill the air with sweetness. Sacred is the bee, symbol of industry and enlightenment. May the Sun guide us this Litha season, bringing us confidence and clarity.

Lammas (Aug 1 - Sept 22 or 23) We give thanks for early fall, time of starry nights and fields of rippling gold. Thunderous skies release heavy rain. Hibiscus and sunflowers bloom beneath flowering crepe myrtles. Sacred are bread and stalks of wheat, symbols of abundance and nourishment. May Jupiter guide us this Lammas season, bringing us prosperity and expansion.

Mabon (Sept 22 or 23 - Nov 1) We give thanks for late fall, time of fiery treetops and cooling breeze. Leaves transform and preparations for winter begin. Black-eyed susans, anemone, and roses give their last hurrah. Sacred is the harvest, symbol of unity and generosity. May the Earth guide us this Mabon season, bringin us stability and security.

Samhain (Nove 1 - Dec 21 or 22) We give thanks for early winter, time of cold rains and stark shadows. Treetops shiver as they shed their leaves. The last of the daisies nod their heads. Sacred is the skull, symbol of our mortality. May Saturn guide us this Samhain season, bring us transformation and necessary endings.

Yule (Dec 21 or 22 - Feb 1) We give thanks for late winter, time of falling snows and warm hearths. Pine trees stand tall beneath the solemn night sky. Sacred are the evergreen and holly, symbols of resilient life in the midst of darkness. May the moon guide us this Yule season, bring us contemplation and companionship. 

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mannnn before i even STARTED the boo chronicles i got pretty damn deep into The Zukka Graceling AU That No One Asked For™. basically, almost any character who was a bender was a graceling and the non benders were not graced. for those of y’all who have impeccable taste and read graceling, you’ll know what i mean when i say yue is my katsa, and she has the whole katsa arc of realizing what her grace is + liberating herself from her shitty uncle, but, alas, that’s all just groundwork for setting the zukka scene here (sorry, yue)

zuko is graced and azula isn’t, and due to Bad Traumatic Shenanigans when they were young, ozai finds out his son has a grace and that grace is poisoning. ozai thinks he can use this grace to his advantage so instead of handing over his son to the king, ozai destroys zuko’s gold eye and burns half of his face in the process. eventually zuko poisons ozai and runs away from the shame/trauma of patricide and azula finds him two years later b/c she’s like, the dumbass will surely expose his secret without my help and i don’t want ANY of the corrupt kings getting their hands on my graced brother.

over in lienid, sokka and katara are from a long line of sailors, where the first child inherited the ship and the captaincy and the second child became first mate. however, katara is like 1 when they find out she’s graced, and not long after they realize her grace is for predicting weather conditions (yes, katara’s grace is based on that one rando lienid captain from graceling lol). it makes much more sense, w/ her grace, for katara to be captain instead of sokka. and he’s fine with that! it makes sense! she doesn’t mean to cast a shadow on him with the grandeur of her personhood and abilities! 

and FINALLY the fic starts with lady yue showing up at zuko’s shady apothecary with a dying man thrown over her dainty little shoulder. the man’s struggling to breathe and z’s like ‘does the poison have to look like an accident’ and yue’s like ????? no i want u to save him?? z’s like i’m not a healer and yue’s like pls. the locals told me you are the best bet for this man’s survival. z slathers some gunk on the man’s gums and is like, pls leave. yue’s like … u know. my grace [redacted for graceling spoilers]. z’s like idk what that has to do with me

aaaanyway the whole gist of it is, z’s blackmarket poisons get into the wrong hands when azula (who runs the business, z just makes the poinsons) is captured. luckily z is friends with aang, an abandoned graceling b/c the king of sunder couldn’t figure out his grace, and aang works for yue’s council. when the council steps in to help the accidental victims of z’s loose poisons, yue and suki ask katara and sokka to host z on their ship and take him from port to port to heal the ppl he fucked over in the first place. katara hates z on sight b/c kya died from poisoning and katara thinks ppl who makes poison are the scummiest and least respectable of nefarious criminals. s doesn’t trust z but is like … he seems like he’s not evil incarnate? the whole gaang works together to heal ppl and find and save azula and z & s fall in love along the way and z realizes the truth of his grace, blah blah happy ending smooches

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.