#hhhhhhh this is very very rough

[the-scythes-pen]

Dream within a Dream

Inspired by seeing/hearing Blade caring/being gentle with his allies hhhhhhh also walking around with him in the new area but otherwise no spoilers here

also hello why does my inspiration come back only for angst

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Deep within the dreamscape, where few tread and the world falls silent, a man neither young nor old walks.

His shoes click along the stone; their path familiar yet not often walked. He remains impassive, neither joy nor sorrow on his handsome features.

He has long since become numb to lesser emotions.

The longer he walks, the further away from the world he becomes. The high-rise buildings fade away, the gaps between them growing and growing until they last forever.

Very few remain here.

Soundlessly now, the man travels on, navigating through invisible twists and turns and thriving communities of nothingness.

This deep in the dreamscape, in this general direction and in a place that time forgot, lies a small pocket of memory- neither this man's, nor it's inhabitant's.

It is a dream within a dream, built on a foundation of hope and love and roofed with regret and despair.

This place is not his home. But it is the only place he would dare to call home now.

An unused pocket in his tailcoat lies a key, to which a once steady hand reaches for. The man unlocks the door to this dream, and is greeted by it's suffocating stillness.

So, so different from where he came from; from the dreamscape outside of this pocket. Here, no wind blows, and dust settles upon unused furniture.

This house has no colour, yet the man's presence brings just the faintest of splatterings as he rouses the dust from it's sleep.

"Yingxing?" A sweet voice calls to him, and it steals the breath from his chest.

It always has.

And the man dressed in black brings his dull colours deeper into the house, towards the voice- and stops in the doorway to an old living room.

A face he hasn't seen in a long, long time greets him. This face is old, yet no wrinkles mar it's features. A smile pulls on this person's lips, and a crinkle forms in the corner of each eye.

The man, formerly known as Yingxing, walks silently over to the lone, colourless person.

"How long has it been?" They ask with that same kind, sweet smile. A smile that the man had always adored.

"….two centuries."

He speaks, his voice rough and quiet.

That smile he cherishes so dearly faulters. It's pained, now.

"I see. I missed you."

The man who no longer uses his name walks up to the familiar face- who stands up to greet him- and his strong arms wrap around the person.

"…Yingxing…"

In this embrace, the man can feel nothing. There is no one there- not really, but it's still somewhat unsettling to feel nothing when there is something.

"…you're cold. Would you like some tea?"

The voice is so, so sweet; so kind and gentle, just how he remembers it. He doesn't want to pull away but he does.

"Yes, please."

And the man follows them out to the old kitchen, floorboards creeking beneath his feet- but not theirs.

"I'm guessing you still haven't found a way to…?"

An obvious question that needed not be finished. The man still brought colour to this lifeless memory- and thus, he was still alive.

"…no. Not yet. But hopefully…" He trails off, his thoughts drifting to his promise.

"…it's ok. I told you I'd wait as long as necessary, didn't I?"

The man sits at the homely kitchen table, dust ignored as if it were nothing more then air.

"…forgive me." He still replies as his intense gaze follows the homeowner.

The person clicks their tongue, a sad smile on their lips as they join him at the table with a teapot and teacups. There is no familiar clink of porcelain when the teacups are placed, and when the tea is poured, nothing comes out.

He does not comment on it. Nor will he ever.

"I'm just happy to see you again." The person across from him says.

His crimson gaze flickers from the tealess cup to his other. His throat closes up, and he nearly chokes on his breath.

"I love you." He manages to blurt out.

That sad smile only grows sadder. He hates when you look sad.

"…and I will always love you as well."

Their hands meet on the edge of the table, a thumb that isn't there brushes over his bandaged hand.

"…how much longer can you stay?" He asks quietly, pain clawing at his chest.

"…I don't know." The person replies simply.

The man looks down at the teacup once more. Within the cup are dreams, memories, laughter, hope, and love.

He brings the porcelain to his lips and takes a sip. There is nothing there.

His mouth is filled with the bitter taste of ash and the harshness of dust.

But he doesn't care. He never has, and he never will.

To preserve this phantom dream, he would endure the harshest of pain.

"…Blade."

He lifts his head to find his other half standing before him now.

This meeting was so, so brief.

They always are, now.

He remembers how soft your hand always felt when it cupped his cheek. He tries so desperately to recall that memory when your hand meets his skin, yet he still feels nothing.

The dream before him looks into his eyes, searching wordlessly for everything he is unable to say to them. All the emotions, the memories, the pain…

"Let me- let me do it. Please." He begs so uncharacteristically.

The smile slips from your face, and he's not sure what he hates more: seeing you with a sad smile, or without one at all.

"…I'll hold out. I told you I'd wait as long as it took, and I will."

"You can't promise that anymore."

The man they now call Blade has only ever wished for death this strongly once before. He wishes he could die with ever fiber of his being.

That sadness returns to your face, but you don't smile.

He determines he hates that expression the most.

"Blade-"

Before you can say any more, his lips crash messily into yours. And it is here- and only here- that he finally, finally can feel such a beloved memory.

The warmth of your lips. The pressure of your mouth against his. The taste of your love.

Your love tastes like dust.

His colours, dull as they were, grow stronger only when kissing you; and his colours seep into your memory, bringing life back to your black-and-white dream.

He feels the sting of old wounds resurfacing, the hiss and growl of this sin of eternity digging it's fangs into his soul. But Aeons, he'd do anything to keep you around just a little bit longer.

The kiss breaks, and the colour he imparted to you dissipates swiftly after.

The pain in his chest is almost unbearable. He wants to claw out his heart and all the abundance flowing within him.

You've returned to nothing but a dream; a colourless memory devoid of life. So why, pray tell, why are your tears so vibrant?

"…I miss you. So much." Your voice is broken and pained. Blade places his hand on top of yours, still cradling his cheek. He nuzzles his face into your touch, his own eyes closing as he tries so, so desperately to feel something from your gesture.

He would even take the disgusting warmth of your blood over this nothingness of a dream.

"…I'm sorry. I promise… I promise I'll find a way to return to you. Just… wait for me."

When he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by nothingness. Once again forced into solitude, with nothing but the ghost of your sensationless touch on his skin.

The bubble of memoria flickers before him, as if attempting to comfort him. But there is no comforting a man who's sin has stolen him from his love.

Colourless tears cascade silently down his pale face. Excruciating pain feels like it's tearing his body to shreds.

The memoria flickers and floats. It has no emotion, yet feels so sorrowful and empty.

A bandaged hand, once strong and steady as a blacksmith, now trembling ever-so-slightly from the pain of a broken shell of a man, reaches out to hold this forgotten dream. To cherish it, and beg for it to stay.

But just like you, the bubble flickers in and out of existence, before falling limp in his hand; cascading to the floor in an oozing mess of memoria.

"I'm sorry…"

He murmurs to the dream, and prays that the strength he gave it will allow it to revive itself when next he returns. Perhaps this time he may need to wait a couple thousand years before it will be stable enough to enter again.

After a moment or two of mourning, the man clenches his fist; blood oozing into the bandages as pain shoots through his arm. Wounds old and new, internal and external, all bleed for his loss, cursed to be eternally painful for imparting his life to sustain this dull dream.

In a few minutes, Blade will leave this dreamscape and return to the world of reality. A reality where you are long since gone, and Blade is nothing more than a nickname for a man who has lost everything. A reality where he feels very little except pain and regret.

But right now, in this moment, even if it's nothing more then an oozing mess of memory- you are with him. And right now, that is all that matters.

"I love you."

His broken voice echoes quietly into the nothingness.

[littledollll]

Hii can i request r experiencing a subdrop and the next time larrisa and r has a rough scene, r stays in subspace during aftercare like calling Larissa mistress/ma'am still and being all spacey and Larissa gently non-sexually doms her idrk how to explain it but yeah personally it helps me prevent subdrops because Im eased out of my subspace haha

Anyway I feel like Larissa would be so soft and sweet about it like if r didn't want to sleep, Larissa would whisper reassurances like r is her good girl and r is so pretty for her and so on

HHHHHHH I'd kill for the fluffiness

Beautiful one

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: Idk if this is any good but I tried, I’m open to criticism and I’m always down for doing re-writes

Warnings: brief description of a tiny bit of subdrop but nothing else, comfort comfort comfort, non-sexual D/S, after care, fluff

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Your cries are something Larissa has grown quite used to, the tears escaping your eyes when you lost yourself in pleasure. Whines and mindless babbles when your mind felt so fuzzy you could barely get a word out.

But not this, never like this. How you’d cling to her yet flinch at any slight movement, the chills that she could feel in her hold, the sobs that racked through your body that seemed never ending.

That was the very first and last time you experienced such a difficult subdrop with Larissa, she swore it would never happen again.

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“Breathe my love, breathe.” Her words would’ve went unheard from the tone of her voice had she not been right next to you. You obeyed, of course.

Larissa hummed in approval watching your breathing calm. “Good darling, you’re being so good.” Your spacey mind had you giddy at the praise and you held your arms out reaching for her.

“Two seconds my darling.” You knew it was clean up time just like after every scene, though it never stopped you from whining and pouting at her. “Be good.”

Just as promised Larissa was gone and back in two seconds, she was gentle cleaning you up, using various wash cloths for different areas, she laid kisses over your clean skin after she was done and you hummed, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Alright beautiful, drink up.” She handed you a cup of water, and went off to throw the cloths in the wash.

Routine. You knew every step that went after the other, there was never a moment where you stressed about it since the very first time she guided you through it. She would litter kisses across your skin, telling what she was going to do, and what you needed to do. Which was mostly consisted on doing nothing other than just laying pretty and being patient.

She happily complied to your earlier silent request when she came back, arms coming to wrap around and you hid your face in her shoulder with a giggle. “How do you feel my darling?”

Her soft hands trailing your skin, drawing patterns and some times tracings words you could barely make out. You hummed, nuzzling into her neck. “Words, my love.” She reminded you with a light squeeze.

“m sorry ma’am. I feel really good, tired too..” she could tell, clearly. Placing a sweet kiss on your cheek she laid back with you on top of her and you immediately cuddled up to her side.

“I think you should get some sleep then, my love.” You whined yet again. Her hand came up to play with your hair, successfully getting you to quiet down and close your eyes.

Larissa smiled at that, how easy just a little bit of extra comfort swayed you. You heard her soft voice yet again, “Come on pretty one, you’re exhausted, I’m right here if you need me. get some well deserved rest, my good girl.”

Now why would you ever disobey Larissa, specially when it came to such an easy task.

[penumbrialhexandroga]

I put this in a discord chat im in but i wanted to put it here too. Today i got diagnosed by my therapist with c-ptsd.

Hhhh today is a day of surthriving. Had therapy this morning and was rough, but i was able to communicate some of my frustrations well. Got some clarification on stuff. Like he said forget about any of the schizophrenia stuff, i dont have it, so thats a relief. He said for a clinical dx i do have CPTSD. And that my episode that id had before when i started seeing him was a dissocaitive episode. So it was nice to get clarification on that i was thinking it was like a psychotic or manic or something but dissociative makes sense with what all went on. Ugh gah but then talked with a real young part and stuff coming up and just ugh fuck i hate. People. Just very heavy. Having things validated. But im so grateful for the coping mechanisms ive developed. Hhhhhhh fuck its just hard. Heavy heavy heavy. Just trying so hard to keep every thing contained so i can get through work. Thank god for Work Mode 🙏. Id been dxed with ptsd already but i did suspect it was cptsd but man having that validated by a therapist ugh i just feel like ive been taking punches and punching brick walls >.< idk i just wanted to express this all somewhere. "Put it out there"

Thats what i put in the chat earlier.

Idk i wanted to write about it i guess. He was saying too how like a diagnosis yknow its fluid it can change. Which im fully on board with i know it can only really be a snapshot of your current whatever experiences. But one thing i really appreciate about getting that dx and that validation and assurance is that it supplies me the language to tell my story. I realized that that was one issue that i had with how generally non-pathologizing my therapist is. Its also something i appreciate about him though, but i just felt like i couldnt really. Like not even tell my story but know my story. I felt lost and confused and uncertain about what my experience was and how i fit in with the world and people around me.

Who really am i? What defines me as an individual? It helps me answer these questions more fully. Not to say my diagnoses are all that i am or can capture the complexity of me as a being.

Its incredibly validating to do this work. I feel alive and autonomous in a way i never really have before. Some of the parts i work with are so so young. If i wasnt doing this work with a therapist i dont think i would really be able to do it. So im very grateful for my circumstances that allow me that. Although i can tell my therapist wants to do more frequent sessions, but it is expensive and insurance sucks so. Idk. Is what it is.

Ugh but this work also fucking sucks and makes things so so hard. But i know im better for it. Gahhahahshbsgdgdgdhd.

Oh man im also really glad too he labeled what that episode was. I was thinking it was a psychotic or manic and maybe i had bipolar, bc some of my family has been dxed with that. But no he said it was CPTSD. and a dissociative episode. Which man even just writing that out again its just. I cant even really identify how it makes me feel its just this kinda hmmm pressure?? Electrical flux? Along the back of my head.

Im grateful for being able to communicate better with my parts too. I was able to get across some things today that i havent been able to for a while and im glad things went well, even if it got tough. Really friggin tough. I know im moving in the right direction.

Id already been diagnosed with ptsd but that was through my psych who specialized in autism and idk it didnt really sink in. Its different now getting diagnosed by someone who knows me very well, ive been seeing him for like over two years now, so i have a lot of trust in his oppinion. But gosh so many raw nerves. Plus its c -ptsd which like, doesnt mean its worse than ptsd or anything lol some people seem to think that but thats more what i was suspecting. It just made more sense to me than standard ptsd with all the dissociation. But i feel really validated and seen and heard and hmm self assured even! Which is so rare for me. I feel like there was a lot of movement and change today. So this post is really just to commemorate it all. Getting diagnosed with cptsd tho, for me its very different than it was getting diagnosed with autism. Maybe thats because of meeting with that part right after tho :/

[ubike-official]

having some communication issues with an irl. hhh let me spin my yarn in the read more

so i have this irl that I've just been loathing speaking to more and more for months. Like we used to talk a lot and have a good dialogue going andall, but increasingly more and more I'll call her to want to talk about smth and she just bulldozers all over me. and by the time i can get a word in I'm just so mentally spent listening to her and trying to respond meaningfully that I can't even remember what it was I wanted to talk about. And I've mentioned this to her. we had a big talk about this after she got drunk one night and it was just a giant mess. ANd she was doing better for a while, and I just hate that I have to bring it up again constantly like, hey. remember what I said about you not really making me feel heard. Bc like Idk, i have this thing and noticed it in a lot of others that when there's a moment of silence you usually ask the other person if they're good or give them free reign of the conversation when you've already talked a lot. and she never does that. Or she'll ask me questions abt a new topic she wants to talk about rather than giving me a moment to collect myself and talk about something I want to bring up. And like, i know part of it is on me. I have a knack for speaking like I'm ending a conversation. But like, it's infuriating because she always just starts talking about herself every single time, and like, i don't want to be self centered but god can i share anything abt my life for a second??

i know she's had a rough childhood and never felt safe or secure with her family and its not about me. It's about trying to scratch that itch of finally getting to express yourself when you get beat down every time you try by caretakers. I know how that hurts but like, fuck. I've had the same upbringing and I squashed down that part of me from early on. ANd that sucks, no one asked me to do that and I shouldn't have had to. But I've expressed this to her and she seemed to get it, but I guess not and it's so infuriating. And even when I do get a word in and say my piece I feel like she never truly engages with me in what I say. She immediately thinks of herself and how'd she'd react. And I get it, that's very normal. But in every conversation... like stop it!!

Our friend went through a really devastating breakup earlier this year and she's still processing it. ANd she was telling us about this earlier this week and the friend I'm upset with legit listened only to turn the conversation to herself like "if you can't find love, then what does that mean for me? Then I'm really hopeless!"

and again i get it, its not personal. It stems from a lack of care early on that is still unhealed. But oh my god, our friend is crying her heart out abt a breakup with someone she was going to marry!! and you are gonna make this about you while she's still choking back tears!! TIme and place!! I'm just sick of it. ANd I don't even know how to bring it up bc i know this friend is always being told she's too sensitive and too self centered and it makes her worse each time. It's just cruel at this point but I don't know any good way to express this growing resentment. Maybe there is no good way! Like fucked if I do and fucked if i don't. Bc it's not fair to her to not communicate my needs and grow resentments slowly but it's also not fair to me to just ignore it. fuck yk!!! I know legit all my friends have had this issue with her and talk to her abt it, hell i've had this conversation like 3 times now but i'm sick of it. I want to be patient, I know how much trauma affects our ability to grow. but like !?!?!? hhhhhhh

[caelanglang]

"I've been very insecure about my work lately"

Nooooo! That's not allowed!

I'm kidding, but I just wanted to drop in and say that you're one of my favourite artists on here. Your style is so captivating, the colours are so pretty, and I especially love when you intersperse your art with text or poetry... you have a serious knack for artistic use of space. Every work of yours feels like there's a story to it, even if it's just a doodle.

Anyways, that's all! I know how rough these kinds of patches can be, and I know that just hearing other people like your art often isn't quite enough to overcome it, but I hope this at least helps you to get back to looking at your art and feeling happy with it again. There's no rush, so take your time. :)

aaaaaaa Story!!!! I've seen your lovely notes and kind words following me for a long time now and it just means so so much to me (ToT) sometimes when I post something here I would wonder if you've seen it, that's how much I've remembered you lol (wait I hope this doesn't pressure you or anything ><;;)

your sweet comments give me a lot of strength to keep going ;-; I sometimes remember your comments on my spacing and expressions and it makes me more aware of the decisions I make while drawing! I don't know how to say it properly but y'all's words are also pushing me and making me improve!! :D I really really really appreciate it !!

I was honestly debating if I should shut down all my accounts at some point and just. never post online anymore lol. BUT!! It's literally all you kind souls showering me with so much appreciation that keeps me here. And I hope that you know that :)) Thank you so much for your kind words aaaaaaaaa

Now I'm more eager to get my shizzles together and post something hhhhhhh

ps. spoiler. i am. working on another prose/art bsd piece so stay tuned!! >:)

[cassynite]

For Sparrow: 🌳 and 💗 and for Vonzi: 🍏 and 🌺

OH these were such good questions. Thank you so much!!!

Sparrow

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

Ten years from the start of the game would have been when Sparrow was about thirteen. She would have been two years into her tenure at the Arvanxi household, and found an ally in Evaethi but a pure profound terror in Gregoriath. She would have started making tentative moves toward forming a Grand Escape Plan, where she would take Evaethi and disappear so Gregoriath would never find them. Sparrow becomes far more jaded and guarded ten years from then. Physically, she's in a much better place, having finally enacted the grand escape that thirteen-year-old her had wanted so badly, but she does it alone. Sparrow would advise her younger self that she can make it if she remembers to keep quiet and keep moving forward. She will also advise her not to trust Evaethi with her plans. If this is Sparrow post-canon, she'll assure her that there is love and kindness out in the world, and that she is worthy of it and will find it one day. A younger Sparrow might not give explicit advice--she'd see the older version of herself as naturally wiser and therefore not needing it--but she'd ask what Sparrow is doing now that she's free. Who is she helping? Has she gone home to continue Crow's work? Did she take Evaethi with her? Evaethi is just a baby, after all, and doesn't deserve the life she's leading. If she can help, she should. It might make Sparrow consider and assess what her current priorities are compared to what she cared about as a child.

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

Hhhhhhh this one is SO HARD. Sparrow just does not think of her physical appearance at all, typically. If she had to state what she'd consider her best feature, she'd probably say like, her height--she's short, 5'2" and very agile and limber. It lets her go by unnoticed in crowds and makes her hard to hit.

If you asked Daeran what Sparrow's best feature is, he'd say her eyes--the way that they seem like a slightly strange shade of light brown until the light hits it right and they become molten gold, the way they light up her whole face when she's overcome by strong emotion. He is also a big fan of the feathers that grow on her face in Act 5. Sparrow's cranial plummage was one of the things that was taken from her by the Arvanxis--Sparrow is plumekith but Evaethi is not, and Sparrow's feathers were plucked until they scarred and no longer grew. When she chooses the angel path in truth, the power heals that scarring and feathers begin to grow again. Sparrow finds them distracting because of how noticeable they make her--unlike her wings, she can't really hide it--but Daeran loves that it makes her stand out. It's also a clear sign of healing, of something from her childhood being returned to her.

Vonzi

🍏 Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered?

Ooooooh this is SUCH a good question for Vonzi. She's got quite a few of these actually!! She had a very, very rough childhood, due to both external factors of consistent poverty and lack of stable housing, and internal factors drawing from the complicated relationship with her harsh, abusive mother and the maladaptive coping mechanisms she developed with her sisters. She's got pretty bad PTSD from it all. Among other things Vonzi freaks out when she makes large purchases, has to throw away or give up large items like furniture that she considers "hers," and when it seems like someone is hoarding or hiding away communal goods. She also can't stand being smacked, even in a friendly manner, or have her face touched. She strongly dislikes it when her bare hands are touched as well and rarely does anything without gloves on. She is also terrified of rats, cockroaches, and maggots. Vonzi deals with being triggered by digging down and bearing it through, though she will become noticeably more short-tempered and quieter. If it's something very frightening to her, or very surprisingy, she will scream and try to run away from it. If it's very, very bad, she'll disassociate.

🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?

Vonzi does have a few tattoos that she got while living in Sargava. Right before her mother died, she had a scarab tattooed on her chest because that was her mother's favorite animal; when Laica was born, she had a dancing woman tattooed on her shoulderblade--an image of The Daughter, the star sign Laica was born under. She planned to eventually have similar tattoos made for Viritine and Aerici. Scar-wise the most significant is going to be the permanent frostbite scars that exist on her hands. There are a few on her feet as well, though not as obvious.

[moonlightretriever]

It's so cute how you're so sweet and innocent and fluffy on your main blog but on this sideblog, you're just begging someone to let your birthday present be a rough, hard fuck. How many other sinfully delicious secrets have you got hidden behind that sweet, tender pastel aesthetic facade of yours? I wonder how long it takes before that soft little cunt is rammed so hard that all that fluffy, innocent little mask of yours just cracks and crumbles away, and the lustful, slutty little beast inside is clawing wildly at the sheets, back arched, hissing and yowling for more like a feral creature denied their heat? I wonder who's going to un-tame you and hear you snarling into the pillows for more, aching and demanding to be filled, digging those blunted nails into my hips like claws, wanting me to skip the sweet talk and go right to the breeding? Have you lost your touch, you sweet fuckable piece of fresh meat? Or are you just hiding how much your primal instincts just want to be bent over the bed frame and furiously, relentlessly slammed, filled to the brim in that soft hot fertile belly, so very pliable like dough in my hands, as I tear the screams of desire right out of that pretty little body of yours? Don't you deserve a true gift, James? Something truly special, to make this year of your life memorable for eternity? Make your wish, sweet thing. You are the birthday boy, after all.

ahhh ahhhh hhhh hhhhhhh... ggggrrrhhh...... need please anon please fuck me please that's my birthday wish please... i can't stop reading this im already humping my pillow.. look at what you did to me!!!.... oh my god the feeling that's in my head right now i think i really am in heat..

[cuteteacakes]

So since there was some interest, here’s the first few pages of Beyond The Fog, my tentative YA novel ;u;

Cornelius Phiackad 

In the beginning, the colossal gods looked upon the dark with eyes that glowed the brightest white, brighter than anything imagined. The gods gazed into this nothingness and darkness for eons, never conversing or interacting, each to their own, each their own god. It wasn’t until Euta, the god with the dimmest, yet largest eyes, glowing a pale yellow to the other gods’ white, created Something out of Nothing. Euta made a bowl, a vast bowl with nothing in it, made of the emptiness and dark. The other gods saw this, and added to the bowl their own creations, praising Euta for giving them something to do. The praise made Euta swell, and the god’s eyes grew as well, but never brightened. 

Euta created the bowl, and thus the other gods put their own creations to it. Hallor put the earth and stones beneath our feet, the crops which we feast on. Mayrinia poured into the bowl water, rain, and fog. Tontol, in a rush to put the animals on which we feast and claim for companionship, knocked the fog out of Mayrinia’s hands, thus pouring an access of it into the bowl. This accident did not seem to deter the gods, however, and they were satisfied with this creation.

More eons passed, and the land that was created within the bowl stewed and simmered. The gods agreed it was missing something crucial, so they created the Elves. Euta, Hallor, Mayrinia, and Tontol created the Sky Elves, our race. We were created from their eyes, blessed with the light from which the gods see, and thus it glows from our skin, our hair, our own eyes. Sky Elves, since they resembled the gods the most, were bestowed the gifts of the land: the animals, the shelter, the food, and riches.

There was another race of Elves created that day, but it was not by the gods. The darkness itself, which we call Thayiis, created a race known as the Tree Elves. Stocky, shorter, less graceful and far less beautiful than the Sky Elves, they were put into the great bowl by accident.

(“Accident? If these gods are all-powerful, why would they be put in at all? And why would they want to put them here if they’re ‘less beautiful,’ which, in my opinion, is only relevant to the observer.”)

(“Quiet, or you’ll get us thrown out again.”)

As I was saying, the Tree Elves were a mistake by Thayiis. While the Sky Elves were blessed with fair skin, the Tree Elves were given blemishes and spots, skin with the color of tree bark, hair that feels like hay to the touch, and tails that are like reeds.

(“That’s only because they’re not given anything to bathe with. I’m sure if they had a proper bath- give me one Tree Elf and I’ll make them beautiful! You’ll see!”)

(“Don’t make me stuff your cravat into your mouth. I said quiet!”)

And since Tree Elves were deemed unworthy— (“‘Unworthy,’ my right foot! The only reason they’re unworthy is because we don’t give them a chance to—mmf-!”) Because Tree Elves were deemed unworthy, they were given the leftovers, the things the beautiful Sky Elves did not need or were finished using. The Tree Elves, although given less, were grateful to be given anything at all, and thus were placated. Sky Elves and Tree Elves now live in this great bowl of earth, water, animals, and fog, and we all work together towards the common goal of peace and happiness. 

“You may raise your heads, and may the gods’ eyes shine upon you tonight.”

The High Priest raised his arms in farewell, and the congregation stood and filed out of the temple. I made it a point to leave as soon as I could, not able to stand one more word of nonsense out of that old fool’s mouth. The taste of satin cloth still coated my tongue, even after I had fixed my cravat as best I could.

My walking companion Benjamin caught up to me, huffing in the cold and damp air. He wore the same finery the rest of us Sky Elves did, but had a patch marking him the Honorary Accountant and Keeper of the Townspeoples’ Riches. The stack of gold bars on the patch stood out against his otherwise dull coat. Although we have never considered each other a friend, he took it upon himself to escort me wherever I went. “That’s the last time I take you to the Endday Temple while you still have your voice. We could’ve been thrown out, you know!” 

“You mean I could have been thrown out. Good riddance, I say. That Creation Myth makes no sense whatsoever. Just listening to him, I could feel my blood boil. Every time I hear it, it becomes more absurd. I think he added that part about Tree Elves being mistakes just to upset me—” My throat tightened and I began to cough. Benjamin patted my back and pulled out a vial of the medication I was given for such an attack. I hate the taste. I don’t think it does me much good either. 

“You’re getting yourself worked into a tizzy, Cornelius. Take this before you faint, please.” His face was concerned, but I could see the annoyance in his light grey eyes. He only tolerated me. I knew I bothered him just as much as the rest with my thoughts on Tree Elves. 

He nudged the vial closer, and just to appease him I took it and downed the rancid concoction. It made me gag, but as promised, my chest stopped constricting and I could breathe again. The smell of the medicine and the city condensed in the fog filled my nostrils. It wasn’t the most pleasant of scents, but a familiar one. 

“Have you ever wondered,” I asked Benjamin, picking up to my walking speed after my attack. “If there’s something more than just this?” I gestured to the cobblestone streets, the candle lit street lamps barely making a difference in the fog that eternally hung all around us, the Sky Elves deliberately making a wide arch around Tree Elves that sat in the street, covered in rags and begging for food. 

“If you’re asking if I believe in your father’s journals, no. I’m certain if we climbed out of this valley, even if it doesn’t drop into the emptiness where the gods reside, there would be nothing more. Probably just dirt.” Benjamin sniffed and excreted a glob of mucus from his nose to the side of the street. “Why? What would you think was out there? These creatures described in the journals? Your father went mad near the end, remember. I believe he was never all the way there to begin with.” 

“He didn’t die of madness, Benjamin, he died of pneumonia,” I snapped. “And you’re the same age as I am. If I couldn’t remember much of him, neither could you, so kindly stop calling him mad when you didn’t even know—” I felt my chest constrict again and began to cough. Benjamin patted my back, apologizing for bringing up sour memories and the fact that he only had the one vial of medicine on him. I waved him away and tried to concentrate on relaxing my throat and chest.   

As I was trying desperately to still my lungs and calm my breath, a commotion started just out of sight. The fog was thick, so all I could make out were silhouettes having an altercation. Benjamin seemed to notice too.

[figofswords]

please appreciate that last art please appreciate it please give me validation on my art even though it’s anime I spent way too long on that and I’m way to happy with it for it to get zero attention like the last anime I drew please thanks

[dualityvn]

Scenario time cuz i played the demo and am very not sane

"Sure you can. You can give me your number"

???

Surpised, you choke on the coffee you just took a sip of. The drink falling out of your mouth along with suprised little giggles.

Arg wait- he must be waiting for an answer right?

You compose yourself, although now your interest is peaked with the cosplaying guy in front of you.

"That has got to be the absolute worst pick up line anyone has ever used on me. But congrats, stranger! It worked! Uh- are you okay with me writing it on your hand?"

Taking out your pen and writing on their hand, you cant help but notice their flustered expression and how adorable their blushing face looks.

Chuckling again, you give his dazed face a kiss on the cheek and walk home, still tired from a rough day, but amused with how everything turned out. (please i need Tenny's and Keith (cuz he can hear Tenny's thoughts) reactions to this so bad hHHhhhH)

-possm

Tenebris.exe has stopped working.

Honestly though, the fact that he got a number is already surreal, but you're gonna kiss his cheek too?! He'd just freeze on the spot and stand there for a few moments.

"They kissed me!! I didn't imagine it, right? I've never been kissed before!!!!! Keith! Keith!!! I got a kiss on the cheek!!"

"You got a what?! How?! Was someone drunk?"

"Fuck you, it was the person who came to your shop yesterday. I asked for their number!"

"Huh???"

[sopherfly]

WELL. I want them all, but I will limit myself to two. FOR NOW.

Tangled Up Together Competent Anakin (bc hhhhhhh yesss)

Aaah and I want to share them all! 😅 For now, here is Tangled Up Together (a few others have asked for Competent Anakin, and I’ll make a separate post for that one!).

From this wip ask game!

Basically, this is one where they’re already very much behaving like they’re together, but they haven’t actually crossed the line into kissing, or any other more intimate physical expressions.

The long and the short of the plot: Anakin complains about other people flirting with Obi-Wan. As has become his habit, Obi-Wan offers reassurances. They hug, then Obi-Wan plays with Anakin’s hair, then he reads to Anakin when he can’t sleep. They wake up in a compromising position, and the last domino finally falls.

Snippets (one is slightly spicy 🌶) under the cut!!

The hugging

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned, though there was hardly any bite in the word. How could there be, when he craved Anakin’s touch almost as badly as Anakin craved his? 

In the span of seconds, the small space between them was reduced to nothing, and Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered closed as he savored the impossible heat of it, Anakin’s chest flush with his, Anakin’s face still tucked into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Unable to stop himself, Obi-Wan turned his head and breathed in the scent of Anakin’s hair, overwhelmed by the rich, familiar spice of sandalwood shampoo. Force, but it made him want. He felt himself using the hand on Anakin’s back to try to press him nearer still, his fingers catching on the fabric of Anakin’s cloak. 

It wasn’t appropriate, the way they behaved around one another, the way they circled each other like twin stars drawn too close together. The invisible line between friendship and intimacy had all but disappeared, and Obi-Wan worried that Anakin relied too heavily on him for physical comfort. He needed to be more careful. Hadn’t he promised not to allow his feelings for Anakin to muddy the already-murky waters of their partnership? Hadn’t he vowed to keep the beast that bayed for Anakin’s attention, his admiration, his love, in check?

It was one thing to make such a promise and another to keep it. With Anakin’s nose and lips pressed into the place where his pulse thundered in his throat, with flesh and durasteel palms splayed over the sensitive skin of his low back, Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to give into his desires, to turn his head and capture Anakin’s lips in a searing kiss.

The last domino falls

They’d slept in the same bed so many times before, and yet they’d never woken quite so tangled up in one another.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered, hoping the word on its own would be enough. 

It wasn’t, and as Anakin’s thigh slid further between Obi-Wan’s legs, it took incredible effort not to move, not to give into the impulse to rut against Anakin and relieve the enormous pressure of his arousal. His cock was aching now, tenting his sleep trousers and smearing precome into the fabric. Obi-Wan’s breaths were coming in short and shallow, his heart fluttering too quickly as he fought to hold himself back.

“Anakin,” he said again, and though he’d intended it to sound calm, it came out rough and urgent, a growl in Anakin’s ear that had Anakin tilting his head and finally opening his eyes.

“Master, what—?” Anakin broke off, drowsiness giving way to realization as he processed their predicament. He took in Obi-Wan’s face, his brow furrowing as he glanced down to see just how close they were and exactly what position they were in. “Did I”—Anakin paused, his throat moving as he swallowed—“do this? While I was asleep?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, and stars, his voice was too low and gravelly, its normal pitch deepened by his aching need. “You were kissing my neck, too.”

It wasn’t an accusation, but he saw guilt creep into Anakin’s expression all the same. “Kriff, Master, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll just—I can—”

Anakin started to shift forward just as Obi-Wan began to pull back, and though both motions were clearly intended to separate them, they found themselves pushed closer together instead. Somehow Anakin was suddenly on top of him, hips slotting against Obi-Wan’s, and that brief, blissful moment of friction was too much. Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back a moan, couldn’t stop pleasure and desire from mingling on his face, couldn’t keep himself from gripping Anakin’s hips as if to hold him there, or maybe as if to beg him to do that again.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Her Firelight, Her Lightning-Rod

Part 53 of Link's Thought Brambles (Mature Rating - warning for extremely extremely strong suggestion of NSFW things).

Soooo warm.  Cozy-comfortable.

Eh, stupid birds.  Shoosh.  Let a man snooze…

When’d I put jammies on?

Doesn’t matter.  They’re FLANNEL.  Warrrrrrrrm.

Burrow into pillow.  Deep breath. Ahh.

Something smells nice.  Green.  Flowery fields.  Sweet.

Odd.  Isn’t it almost winter?

I hear the fire crackling, so yeah, it’s cold outside.  I must be imagining it.

There’s another scent.  Really subtle.  Words for it?  It’s her scent.  Skin and hair and soft and light and salt and all the good things in the world wrapped up in one taste of her lips.

Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.  Food’s good, and she definitely doesn’t smell or taste like food unless she still has some in her mouth.  But she does have a smell and I smell it, even through the flowers.

What flowers?

Rrrrgh.  I have to open my eyes, don’t I?  But I’m so comfy… I feel the call of the entirely self-indulgent post-long-sleep-nap.

…Link.  You know when you stay awake long enough, even if you want to snooze, your stomach will stop you… right?  You’re going to-

Aaaaand there it is.  Get.  Hungry.  “Hphhhh.” Guess I have to open my eyes.

Oh!  And there she is!

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

Oh my Goddess, SO MUCH JOY, WHY ARE THOSE WORDS SO AWESOME?! “H-hello! Good morning, I love you so much and I’m so happy to see you!  Did you sleep on that chaise?”

“W- haha, my goodness!  Yes, Link. I slept right here, waiting for you to wake.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to be here when you did.”

Look at her stretching like that!  Her hair curving behind her like a windful sail while her fingers reach for the ceiling, her chest pushed out, the firelight flicking across the lines in her neck.  I would do exactly that with my tongue.  Push her hair back to let that fire touch more places.  To let my lips touch them, too.  Slow, tantalizing kisses from the nape of her neck up the back side, breathing in her hair, sliding my face against hers to where her lips are parted.  And they are parted.  For real, right now.

…But I must’ve had a rough day yesterday… because I don’t feel like getting up.  I’d much rather lay here and watch her stretch by the fire.  Or as the case may be, mess with the slate by the fire which is what she seems to be doing now.  Doesn’t matter.  I like watching anything she does.

Didn’t she say… all fuzzy… but… didn’t she say she wanted me to think about how I wanted her to touch me?  When was that?  OH.

Oh. …Are you reading this, Zelda?

Do you know I want to lick my way up your neck like the firelight?

But… damn… I feel heavy…

“First things first, Link.”

…Does that mean she was reading, or wasn’t she?

“You’ve had very little water since yesterday afternoon.”

Ooooh, ooh, I hear her pouring it and holy CRAP does my body want that, it’s making me sit up even though I’m an absolute wasteland of energy, why do I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks?!

“Here-“

“GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-“

“Oh!”

“GMPG- GMPG­- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-PGHHH hHHHhhh hhhh… hhhh.  Th-thirsty!”

“I oughtn’t be surprised.  More?”

“Yes, please.”

“GMPG- GMPG­- GMPG- GMPG-pghhhh.  Hhhh.  Hhh.  Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpghhh.  W-wow.  Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg.”

“Hmm. Hmm hmm.”

“Hh. Hh.  What?”

“Your drinking noises.”

“Heh.  How… how long was I asleep?!”

“Only about four hours.  I imagine you woke due to thirst.  Mipha said not to wake you, and also that you’d need food immediately.  Here.”

“That’s one of those travel ration bars they make—”

“Indeed. Please eat it.”

Ohhhhhh.  Pumpkin seeds, SO MANY PUMPKIN SEEDS! Oats, armoranth, cranberries, honey, and I’ll be damned if there’s not suet in that.  These things are like concentrated energy-nuggets, and this is a particularly good one.  Better than last month’s batch.  All gone already?

“Yes, she said you’d be ravenous.  I take it… from what I saw on the slate, that is… that you do not recall what put you in this bed?”

“…Uh.”

“…Should I help refresh your memory, or would you prefer to eat more of these in peace?”

“I… well…. both?”

“Very well.”

Travel bar two!  Wwwwwater “Gmpg-gmpg-gmpgahhh.” Wow.

“Um.  Do you… recall the blessing ceremony?”

“Gmpg-gmpg. Hhh-hh.  Yeah, that was really nice.  A… big surprise!”

“Hehe.  Yes.  Good. And… do you recall what occurred afterward?”

Oh.  Oh yes… “You pulled me into a storeroom and kissed any sense I had right out of me.”

“Ah.  Yes, that’s one thing.  And… afterward, where did we go?”

“Well, we…. we….”  Oh s@#$, Link.  M-my Goddess.  “…we went to the festival.  The bailey.”

“… And do you-“

“You… don’t have to keep asking.  I remember….”  The arrow.  Agony.  Confusion.  I… drifted off at some point but I still felt the pain.  I can almost feel it now and and and my Goddess, I know what it feels like to have an arrowhead rip my beating heart on its way out of me and stop it dead and spill its blood directly into my chest holy holy holy please let me be able to forget that- the wound… it’s not… no, it’s not there at all.  Not even a scar, is there?  “Mipha.  She healed me.”

“Yes.  You survived the twenty-four hours needed.”

Good things.  Think about good things, Link.  “…Mom and Chee?”

“Oh, goodness.  Asleep.  Exhausted.”

“… and Mipha?”

“The same, I think.”

“But you stayed.”

“I did sleep—just not elsewhere.”

“The… flowers?”

“From Ria and Myrri.”

I should’ve guessed.  “No brambles this time, huh?”

“I suppose not, nor prickly pods.”

“…You saved me.”

“Indeed, not.  Mipha saved you.”

“No, Mipha healed me.  You saved me.  You killed the archer.  You stopped Vayden from slicing my throat open with that bizarre weapon.  Then you bashed him away from me with your bow.  And then… then you stabbed me with a couple pen parts and saved me from choking to death on my own air.  You never left this room, did you?”

“Untrue.  I did leave to relieve myself.”

“Heh, alright, fine… you almost never left this room.  And… uh… oh… you know what, I think I need the chamber pot.”

“Ah.  In that case, I’ll leave you for a few moments.  Here—the wash basin.”

“Thanks.”

.

This feels surreal.  How can I be doing normal things like eating, drinking, and having to pee after the completely horrifying stuff of the last day and a half?  Not that there weren’t some good things in there… but it’s like I entered the pages of a fireside horror story and now I’ve hopped back out… like it was nothing.

Not even a mark on my side.

Wow.

Uh.  Wash basin, Link.

Someone… someone must’ve cleaned me up and gotten me dressed. Um.  Oh... mom was here.  In the actual morning when there’s sun, I’m finding her and giving her the biggest hug she’s ever gotten and I don’t know what I can possibly do to make up for the torture she just went through, but I think taking her to the nicest restaurant in town might be a good start.  Flowers!  Flowers, lots of flowers.

Back under covers.  I… this is really weird, but I don’t think it’s my imagination.  I lost weight, didn’t I?  I’ve never had much fat on me, but I lost muscle mass.  I can tell.  My body wants me to conserve energy, stay warm, and eat some more.

Bar number three, I guess.

Knock! “I’m set, you can come in.”

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

…She’s doing the hand-wringing again.

I haven’t seen her do that since the morning in the tower.  Squeezing her own hands hard on the windowsill.  Worried about something.  I picked up her hands and she trembled in mine and our lives changed in an instant.  “Zelda?  What is it?”

“Hhh- hehhhh.”

Sitting on the bed beside me.  I feel where she’s dented the mattress.  Wish I could feel her warmth.  Lots of blankets between us.

She’s taking my hand.  Running her thumb behind the knuckle of my index finger.  Every tug of texture an arc of lightning to the muscles in my abdomen.  I guess… my body’s okay with the amount of food I’ve eaten for now, because I’m suddenly much less hungry.

“I’m going to tell you something, Link—something I should have told you quite a while ago.  I… I hope when I do, that you will be able to forgive me.  But… please know, I shall understand if you do not.”

“…You’re trembling.”

“Y-yes.”

Hylia’s light.  Whatever it is, she must think it’s real bad.  I can’t think of a single thing it could possibly be.  Something worse than her confession about killing Carok guy?  She said she didn’t feel bad about it at all…  thought it would upset me.  She wasn’t shaking then.  What could be causing this?

Is there anything… anything at all… that I wouldn’t forgive her for?  I mean, realistically… would I be upset if she had lots of lovers or something like that?  If I was just the last in a long line?

Yeaaaah.  Yeah, I would.  Would I forgive her?  …Yeaaaah.  But I’d be SO INSECURE.  It doesn’t seem likely, though.  Is there anything else that would even bother me?

I really don’t think so.  “… Zelda, whatever it is, it’s okay to tell me.”

“Hhh.  Hh.  I- I lied to you, Link.”

?? “You… about what?”

.

.

.

Oh Goddess.

I… I’m an idiot, aren’t I?  An idiot again.  As usual.

I can definitely think of something really bad.  Something that would upset me a lot.

She… doesn’t love me?

No.  No, please don’t let that be it.  Please, don’t.

Because I could easily see how maybe at the tower I misunderstood, and she didn’t want me to kiss her at all, but she enjoyed it, and then she got carried away, and then she said something at the blessing ceremony that I took too seriously and things were moving too fast and then I told her I loved her at the ball and then she felt like she had to say it back and then there wasn’t time to fix it because I got shot and I was dying so of course she couldn’t tell me she didn’t love me because it would upset me and…

And…

Please.  Please, don’t let that be it.

Please.

“Hylia forgive me, I see the disappointment on your face already, Link.  Do you… oh.  Oh, I imagine you have guessed what this is.”

No.

No.

…No…

Don't... don't you dare cry, Link. Don't you dare make her feel bad for being honest with you.

.

.

…I… meant what I said to her.

And it’s true even if she doesn’t feel the same way.

And… maybe she does like kissing me and wants to keep doing that, but she just overdid the words and lovey-dovey feelings part.  Maybe.  If I’m lucky.

But… either way… I’m hers.  She has my voice.  I gave it to her, and I meant it.  So… say something, Link.

“I… um.  Yeah, I mean… I can guess.”

“…Can you forgive me?  I’ve betrayed your trust.”

Well… not exactly.  I can see how you could’ve felt backed into a corner with this one.

“You don’t have to answer now.  Take… take your time.  For the moment, at least, perhaps one small consolation may be that the mystery of the birds is a mystery no longer.”

“…Huh?”

“The birds you keep mentioning- that you hear when you awaken.”

…Whaaaaaaat?

“Surely you’ve noticed you only hear them when I’m with you.”

…I do?

I do.  Oh yeah, that’s weird, and it has absolutely nothing to do with whether she’s in love with me or not what the crap is she talking about and WAS I WRONG?! Was it not that?!  Oh, please please please please PLEASE!

No, no, don’t get so excited, Link.  Maybe, you know, let her actually talk before you decide what she’s going to say.

“When you- when you collapsed after the melee, we brought you here of course.  I wanted to know the instant you woke.  I realized I had exactly the means to accomplish that with the slate.  I coded a notification in.”

Uhhh.  The slate can notify you of stuff?  That’s…. pretty cool.  Don’t know how it would know when I woke up… and again this really doesn’t seem to have anything to do with her feelings for me and I am SO confused and tears in her eyes?!  This doesn’t make ANY sense.  Notifications from the slate?  Why would that be a big deal?

“Link, there… there are no birds outside your room.  There is no nest.  The slate chimes if you… if you think… if there is a gap of more than twenty minutes.”

.

Huh?

If I-

Oh.

If I think.

If I THINK.

Hylia’s light.

She never shut it off.

Is that… is that all it is?!  That’s… that’s… OH, things make SENSE!  “You DID follow me.  Into the northeast quarter below ground.  You went there because I did.”

“Yes.”

Can’t help it.  The left corner of my mouth, again.  Pulling upward all on its own.

“Wh- why are you smiling?!”

“You followed me.”

“I did, and it caused a social catastrophe that nearly killed you!”

“Heh.  Why’d you do it?”

“Pardon?”

“Why come after me?”

“Well, I- your thoughts on the slate.  They’d disappeared overnight.  I thought you’d come to harm.”

“So why didn’t you send your guard to check on me?”

“I…”

Those watery green eyes of hers just went so wide.  She hadn’t even thought about it, had she?  Just ran down there after me the first chance she got!  “Were you going to rescue me, Princess?”

“Well.  Yes, that was the idea should you be incapacitated below.”

“All by yourself?”

“I…”

There’s that absolutely unignorable eyebrow crease, arching down in confusion.  Mouth opening like she’d speak but can’t find the words… closing… and opening again.

“I don’t know.  I don’t know what I’d have done had I found you there.”

“…I can think of a few things.”

“Oh- huh-“

She’s still trying to figure herself out.  Her eyes flicking back and forth like she’s reliving that entire morning.  But regardless of what she might have done… she wanted to be alone with me when she found me.

ALSO- this has absolutely nothing to do with her loving me now.  If anything, she had feelings for me earlier than I thought she did.

Right?

The left side of my face is just completely impossible to pull down, now.  “Hmhm-” Woah- don’t giggle, Link.   She’ll think you’re laughing at her.  “Alright.”

.

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s ALL?”

“Hph.  Yeah.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“I lied to you!  Told you the slate no longer recorded your thoughts!”

“And instead of getting me reassigned to the furthest reaches of the Gerudo Highlands, you’re sitting here, with me.  On my bed.  My hand in yours while you slide your thumb against my skin.”

And there it is.  Her breath hitched.  Just a little.  Just enough to know it’s not my imagination.  It’s not.

“And instead of siding with everyone else in the melee, you asked for—and accepted—my sword.  Even though you must’ve known by then if you were still reading.  You must’ve known Virn was right.”

“He was NOT right.  You weren’t—LEERING at me or behaving inappropriately in any way.  You- you-“

“You’re splitting hairs.  He was right that I was watching you.  And he was right about why.”

“Well.  Not entirely.  Cranberry dressing is quite tempting.”

“Pffft.  Yeah.  It is.  Watching you eat it is better.”

“But certainly you… you must realize, Link… I lied to you because I wished to invade your privacy.  I wanted to learn what you truly thought of me.  I thought you despised me.”

“And you found out I didn’t.  AND that I was madly in love with you already.”

“…Yes.  Underhandedly.”

“…Okay. Underhandedly.  But… Zelda, you don’t have to be… I mean, we already talked about this a little.  You don’t have to be this… ideal person.  You have my love, and my loyalty, anyway.”

“And perhaps you have given it too easily.  I am not… do you not see- if you love me for who you believe me to be rather than who I am, it is not love.”

“So, what… do we need to hook you up to the slate so I can see your thoughts, too?  Would that be enough?”

“N-no, of course-“

“I’m never going to know everything about you.  And no matter how much you read that slate, you’ll never know everything about me, either.  Does that mean you couldn’t possibly love me?  Because you don’t know everything?”

“Link, I do love you.”

“And even when I thought you couldn't stand me, when you were giving me the cold shoulder and running off in Tabantha so I had to chase after you, I loved you then. This is much better--you loving me back. I'm not going to fuss about what made you change your mind."

“That… makes no sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense.  It’s a feeling, not a puzzle.”

“Yet I cannot help but feel that I don’t deserve yours.  You would not have lied, would you?  Were our positions reversed?”

“…I’m not sure.  I… I might have.  It would’ve been hugely tempting.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah… but realistically, I’d have given myself away pretty quick.  I’d have been a nervous wreck.”

“Heh… heheheh… yes, you would have, wouldn’t you?  I am a far better liar than you are.”

“…I know.  But… you’re not lying to me now.”

Her eyes.  Boring into mine.

“I am not.”

“And… just in case it wasn’t already clear—I forgive you, Zelda.”

“Hhhhh.  Hhhh.”

She’s trembling far harder now.  Far more than when she feared my reaction.  I can feel it through the mattress.  And the warmth filling my chest… the warmth of knowing she still loves me…

“I feared- I feared you w-would… would no longer-“

“Don’t fear that.  Not ever.”

A tiny twitch of a smile.

She deserves to be a lot happier than that.  A LOT.

Sit up, Link.  You… you can do this.  Her hair.  Slide it across her back, fingers against her neck… rest her hair on her other side.  Eyes on hers.

“…Unless you skipped some things, you know the last thing I imagined you doing on this bed.”

That tremor- so violent it shook the bedframe.

“…You do know.”

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re still sitting here.”

A set jaw and a raised chin.  As if I was challenging her.

“Indeed I am.”

Calm.  Stay calm, Link.  “Later… you asked me to think of you.  I never had a chance.  But we’re here now.  And if you want me to… I can show you how I feel… rather than just think it.”

I hear the tremors in her breath.  So fast.  Mine’s starting up, too, but-

Wait.  Wait for her to answer.

“…Please. Please do.”

Please, she says.  That’s more than just a yes.

Okay, Link.  This isn’t one of your fantasies.  She needs you to show her how YOU feel.  Don’t expect her to climb on you and take control like she does in your head or grab you and… and tantalize you like she did in the storeroom.

And don’t lose your head, Link.  You love this woman.  Treat her with respect.  You… can’t do what you did in that fantasy (and most of them if you’re honest with yourself).

Her dress.  It’s minimal.   It leaves her bare to the edge of her collarbone where it meets her shoulder.  Right there.  A gentle kiss pressed to her shivering skin.

“Link.”

“Too much?”

“Ha! No. You... do like to be certain.”

“I do. At any point—if anything is too much—tell me.  The thing I want to do least in the world is hurt you.”

“Link, I frankly would allow you to take me fully here and now should you wish it.”

Breath!  So insistent.  I can feel my own heat puffing back at me from her shoulder.  There’s that… darkness again.  Like the tower.

Control it.  Focus on her.

“I won’t do that.”

Another pressed kiss. Torturously closer.

“Mmh.”

“I don’t have to assure you that I want to.” And another. “Because you’ve seen my thoughts.”  And another.

“Hhh-hh-”

“I don’t have to tell you I love you, either.” Another, only lips, just press, feel her shudder against them, don’t open, not yet.  The nape of her neck.  “Because you already know.”  A little higher… and taste.

“Hh- ohh-hh-!”

My Goddess, I can do this to her with barely a touch. Be that firelight, Link.  Almost intangible.  My tongue… flickering upward.  ”But I’m going-“ flick, kiss

“Oh-hh-”

“-to tell you-“ flick, kiss

“Mm-hh-”

“-anyway” flick, kiss.

“Link-hh!”

Flick, flick, flick, kiss-

“Hh-HH-“

-flick and dig my tongue deep, deep between those lines in her neck-

“Ohh-hh-Goddess, Link, my Goddess, p-please!”

 Yes- yes, I’ll find all your sounds-

“Mm-hh!  MM-HH!”

-I’ll drag them out of you with my tongue.  Yes, yes- your head thrown back, just like that, I can go deeper-

“OhhhhHh!  Mmh-mm-h-mmMmHH HH mmMMm!”

There it is, that senseless whimpering I was hoping for! More-

“MMh!  MMh!  Link!  Link, please, please, please, please- please!”

My center pulsing.  Desire- so- hot- so- immediate-

Don’t… don’t lose track, Link.

“P-please-“

You said… you said you’d tell her.

“Hhh-hh-“

You’ll have to put your tongue’s good work on hold… just for a moment. “I love you, Zelda.”

“Link- Link, I love you, too- please-”

Breathe.

“Please-“

Breathe, Link.  Mouth at her ear.

“-please-“

That darkness in me wants to plunge itself deep inside her.

“-oh Goddess, please don’t stop-“

To pin her down so she can’t possibly escape.

“-p-please, Link!”

To tear her clothes from her and pry her open and take what she wants to give me anyway.

“HH-hh-mm-mm-“

Just listen to her whimpering.  She wants it.  She wouldn’t resist.  She’d open and welcome me and consequences be damned.

“Link- please-“

Just breathing in her ear.

It’s driving her wild.  A shudder with every breath.

She’d let me in.

I’ve never been so tempted by anything.  And if she took control, I don’t think I’d be able to resist.

But this time… I’m in charge.

And I say I’m going to suck on her neck.  Hard.  Just beneath her jaw… so I can feel her pulse beneath me.

Now.

“hHHHH!”

Silence.  She can’t even breathe!  Pulling her skin into my mouth to lave at it mercilessly-

“h-HH!”

-and release.  Kiss that spot, Link, kiss in apology- that was rough.  “I- hope you liked that.”

“I d-d-did- hhhh-hh-“

Pulsing.  Pulsing.

She has my hand in a death-grip.  I’ll have to use the other one… caressing the small of her back and she’s arching up and I’m sliding so my hand sits curved around her hip, resting on the crease where it meets her thigh. My thumb moving upward and inward.

“Oh…”

She feels it.  How much I want to reach further.  To be more direct.

Not yet.

A kiss to the corner of her jawbone, open-

She’s released my hand, sinking her nails into my shoulder, it hurts, don’t care, she’s- her- other- hand- oh oh oh yes, do that- her hand… up my thigh “mmMm-mn-hh- Zelda-“

“Is this alright?“

It’s amazing kiss her reassure her chase her mouth, up her jaw, there, part her lips, part them with mine, sweet and reverent and pulling away each time, and each time she seeks me out again and it’s changing, it’s not just me anymore she’s meeting me head-on and searching for ways to catch more of her lips against mine and her hand, her fingers, her palm insistently exploring every contour of my thigh muscle, my Goddess I’ve never felt this need so urgently!

Our mouths- this angle- perfect, our open lips caressing each other in time, tasting heat and finally sealing completely- is it possible to taste lust?  I swear I do, a signal that means this time, there’s no stopping- does she taste it, too?

My hand at her hip, it’s moving my Goddess it’s like it has a mind of its own, pressing, finding her hip bone, caressing forward and backward, letting me learn its shape-

“Hhhh!”

Her gasp- our mouths locked- pulling breath directly from my body,  her thumb at MY hipbone, mimicking me, we’re so close, close to each other’s centers, and what the f#$* is wrong with you Link because now is WAY TOO LATE to start wondering whether one of the guards is right outside the door but I did, my sleepy wake-up brain forgot entirely-

“They’re not there.”

How did she know?

“Your eyes have wandered to the door, Sir Link, and you’ve ceased kissing me.  I’m afraid that’s entirely unacceptable.”

Alone, we’re alone, pulsing-

What’s her sudden worried-face for?

“Un- unless of course you wish to stop here, in which case I ask your forgiveness.  I have no intention to- to coerce you into-“

“I definitely don’t want to stop here.  Do you?”

“No.”

Spread that hand on her hip wide, Link.  Harder.  Circles grazing the curve below her back.  Lower.  Her hand is moving just a little, she’s thinking about it, she’s thinking about it, isn’t she?  Thinking about touching me somewhere else.

Have to distract her.  I’m not ready for this to be over that quickly.

My lips, her chin, her windpipe, draw a line down, the hollow at the base of her neck, lower, lower-

“Ah-h!”

Just barely brushing the place where her breasts begin- I wish- the dress- it’s low for her, but it’s modest really, and this is as far as it goes but I can treat this spot with the reverence it deserves, licking and sucking little kisses into her skin while she heaves and Goddess preserve me, her hand just threaded through my hair and she’s holding me to her and I’m her servant, anything you want -

Her slippers just hit the floor.

“Link, I want to feel you against me.”

Pulse.  Breathe, Link.  Stay in control.  “Feel me however you wish.”

Oh.  Oh, she’s going to do it holy s@#$ she’s going to do it she’s on her knees on the bed, lifting one to rest on my other side, shifting forward.

Breathe, Link.  Breathe- she’s on my thighs.  Her hands on my shoulders- gliding up my neck, her palms, every contour again, she’s learning me, how I feel, how I’m shaped, thumbing my jaw, now- now one hand cradling me and the other- the other- she- she’s going to-

Her fingertips at my lips “hhhoh-“ this hand is mine now, I’m kissing it, every fingertip gets its own kiss, its own suck, teeth on the pads, every part of her needs to feel how much I love her, how much I want to please her-

I said… in my fantasy… I said… hold her fingers there, Link, against your lips.  “Zelda.”

“Hhh-hh-“

Her arms suddenly around my shoulders and PULLING HERSELF IN AND “Zelda!�� nononoNO, Link “ Z-! HH!” that was an involuntary thrust, Link, don’t do that, don’t give in completely “G-Goddess-“ her body flush against mine, I feel her everywhere thighs and up and I’m just her lightning-rod, shocks from her entering me everywhere going to ground again and again and again and do NOT thrust, Link, stay in control, if you’re going to do that do it because you mean to and not because you’ve let that darkness out-

H-her dress is not between us at all.  Only two pieces of cloth. One of mine.  One of hers. 

She’s gathering me up in her arms.  One tight around my shoulders, the other cradling the back of my head.  So gently.  Like I was still hurt.  Pressing her breasts to my chest- even to my neck a little.  Never in my life have I hated a shirt, but right now I’d like to burn this one myself.

She- she’s shaking unbelievably hard now.  So, so, so tense.  Her muscles are locked, aren’t they?

This… isn’t your head, Link.  Soothe her.

Running my hands along her back, one arm circling her waist, the other curling up to her shoulder.  Nuzzling her neck.  A small taste of her collarbone.  Of the hollow beside it.

“Hh- L- L- Link hh-”

Rub her back.  Soothing.  Kind.  Not insistent.  Ignore that lightning-rod.

”We can stop if you need to.”

“I d- do- oh- n’t want to stop.  I just- I feel- paralyzed.”

Slide your cheek against her, Link.  Love.  Tenderness.  Not lust.  I mean… obviously I’m feeling a good deal of that right now, but love comes first.  All the physical feelings… they can wait.  “What would you like me to do?”

A whimper.  A tiny rock of her hips jolting electricity through me lower, deeper, and around.  I’m clenching.  Well, too bad!  It can wait.

Gentle hands.  Full, soothing strokes along her back.  One upper, one lower, palms and fingers spread wide.  Back to closed kisses, Link.  Just press.  Draw a loving line of those kisses the entire length of her collarbone.

She’s rocking.  Only a little.  Major distraction, though.

Keep those hands controlled.  Soothe.  Calm.  Kind.  Loving.  Up and down.  Back and forth- OH!

That… that was unintentional… you made her jump, Link.  Your pinky went a little lower there and… she liked it.

“Do you want me… lower like that, or do you want me to back off?”

”L-lower.  Please.”

Find her lips to worship them with mine, and obey her.  My hand against her, lower and lower and lower and-

“Mmmmm-mmmh-”

-she’s moaning into my mouth and there is absolutely nothing in all the surface’s green fields that could’ve prepared me for this moment when she’s moving in time with waves of building pleasure against me and I feel our heat growing and our muscles tensing and I want to run a hand along her belly and dig to feel her muscles there, to feel exactly how my touch is making her move deep inside, but I won’t, because she wants my hands behind her, grounding her, and I WILL do exactly as she wishes.

Can’t resist a little self-indulgence, though- “Is this pleasing you?”

“Y-h-h-es.”

“Do you want me to keep doing this?”

“YES.”

“…Then I will.”

And I do.

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[calderskillday]

A COURT OF FEY & FLOWERS EPISODE 6 liveblog!!!!!

(sorry i kinda fell behind here, i can't watch on release day anymore & got REAL busy real quick 😭 but here we go!!!)

OOO OMAR'S MAKEUP YESSIR

GOING NUTS FOR HOB THE FORMIDABLE

RUUUUMOUUURRRS TIMEEEE

"let my throat do what it do" oh lou

excellent rumour from surena

spiiiiiiicy

LORD SQUAKKKK

man i love lou wilson so much

BRENNAN ALSO GETTING SPICY

hahaha emily's reaction to brennan's rumour <3

lou is so THEATRICAL with his paper ripping lmaooo

HOW'D YOU DO WITH THAT TEAR, PAPERBOY

"maybe i'll have sex with the prince 😬"

whenever lou looks right into the camera i lose my mind a little <3

hob/andhera is such a lovely little friendship 🥺🥺🥺

LETTERS TIME

lmao illusory script thanking the reader for the book rec 🤭

omg squak's love letter

A HANDS ON ROUGH AND TUMBLE HUNTING LESSON

PLEASURABLY?????,??

god lou is so good at this game

R SKY P

the LORDS OF THE WING

"thank you for seeing me" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

G R A N D P A D O G

surena: "what did i do??!?!" MOOD

WAIT GWYN AND BINX ARE SISTERS???

MY BINXHERA HEART

LMAO WAIT ANDHERA IS SUCH A BUMBLY BOY

NOT EMILY CRITTING ON HIDING FROM GRANDFATHER

BRENNAN. LEE. MULLIGAN.

oh my GODDDD squak just letting that bomb drop to chirp in passing so casually

HES NOT ACTUALLY AS IN LOVE WITH HER AS HE LET ON IN HIS LETTERRR

SKKFGG KSEBTK WHATTTTT

EMILY AXFORD YOU ABSOLUTE MANIAC- LADY CHIRP ALREADY MARRIED???

the table's reaction oh my GOD

cheers, what the fuck?

A CHILD???

FOR HER POWER OF FLIGHT???????

oh my goddddddddd the drama

CHIRP SAYING SHE JUST WANTS TO FUCK AROUND AFTER SAYING SHE'S A ONE PARTNER AT A TIME KIND OF BIRD LMAOOO

messy messy messy

BINX BRINGING RUE AS THEIR SECOND TO MEET HOB

"well that comforted me very little" LMAOOOO RUE

lou's reactions 😭😭😭

ANDHERA ASKING FOR APPLE JUICE

BABYSITTERRRR

"deeply" AHHHHHHHHH

CAN I CALL YOU AUNTIE AND UNCLE

"we're all kind of pan" so true of you

i'm obsessed with aabria and emily's mutual crush on each other

"why are they so hot right now" lmaOOOO

HHHHHHH THE DRAMAAAA

andhera having detect thoughts on as hob and rue are in the same space,,,,,,,

"i'm glad you came" binxhera <3

hhhhhhh ruehob HHHHHH

KNICKOLAS

I LOVE HIM

GOD

the way aabria uses the "camera" is so wonderful

THE WAY THE HAIR AND MAKEUP KEEPS ESCALATING gah they all look so great next ep but omar's makeuppppp

[cinnamonest]

Dom venti is actually such a thought because he’s normally so sweet and... immature...? For lack of a better word... But from his behavior a person tends to forget that he eclipses you in both time and experience. He remains quite emphatic for someone of his position, but this empathy is extended sparingly to a few he favors and can be turned off like a switch, executing enemies with swift and ruthless efficiency (genuinely some of his voicelines are so terrifying put into perspective and it’s all conveyed with a playful lilt, here’s a rough translation from CN cause that’s what I have my game on: “Don’t think about getting away~!”). Venti loves to give you the illusion of freedom but if you ever wake up from the dream, he will not hesitate to chain you down. After all, even in a society there are laws in place to make sure that your expression of freedom doesn’t harm yourself or others— that’s why you can’t just go around killing people willy-nilly. And as the archon of the land with his ideal being freedom... he’s no tyrant but technically his word is final on the matter. If he thinks your actions are putting yourself at risk he should see to it that he enforces some... restrictions. One of the hottest works I’ve read (not from this fandom) was when you started off as the dom but teased him a bit too far so he flips the roles around, with laughable ease, reminding you that the only authority you had was granted to you by him and something he could always take back. Tells you the safeword but it’s something horribly embarrassing, tells you to call him “gege” despite him being younger than you. Proceeds to rail you but when you use the safeword begging gege to please stop and pull out it’s too much— he just... doesn’t. Ignores you. Keeping going. Breeds you until your stomach bulges and you’re sputtering apologies for what you said earlier. So I raise you: Venti and Rosaria!Darling. Priestess for a god you don’t even know the name of but you still go about the night, defending his ideal in your own way. He can respect that and now you’ve caught his attention. He sometimes helps you out from the shadows (gods don’t really need sleep) but say... isn’t it a bit dangerous for a girl like you to sleuth around at night? Dressed like that? Who knows what could happen? And for the scenario, maybe it was a long night at the tavern and you both had a little too much to drink (or maybe just you? He seemed to move coherently again once you guys reached the bedroom but your memory is quite fuzzy) and he lets you have your fun before revealing himself in his full archon glory. Though his current form appears rather delicate and is smaller than you, he is a being made from pure elemental energy and could undoubtedly overpower you if he wished. As for having you call him gege... he doesn’t feel too bad about it because there is a semblance of truth to those words. He has been in this world far longer than you even though he hasn’t physically aged at all. And if you do get pregnant after that, well, the Church has some pretty strict guidelines for the conduct of their priestesses and they already disapproved of your typical behavior. With this you will definitely be excommunicated. After such a shameful scandal no wonder you disappeared never to be seen again. When you’re mentioned people tsk and shake their head woefully— no use searching for someone who doesn’t wish to be found. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lena we have snapped Zhongli but what about snapped Venti? 😔🙏 —🥀 anon

HHHHHHH incredible yes I have actually had some thots(tm) about a more rough/less soft yandere form of Venti than I usually interpret him as... I have something stored away in the yan.txt future posts folder that I'll get out eventually lol but you also captured that perfectly tbh 👌

I also really like the ideas of 1) internal conflict bc he's the archon of freedom and all, and 2) of a reader severely underestimating him bc of his cute baby face/childish appearance and thinking he's not a threat when he very much is lol

[pupvivi]

Mina being the host of orgies is INCREDIBLY hot holy shit 👀💦💦💦

She would be open as a book to trying out literally whatever with anyone so long as it’s consensual, and I can see her being very popular among the pack for her beauty, her forwardness, her warmth, and her sexual appetite. She’s probably the best person to have your first time with because she’d be so sweet with you, gentle when you need her to be or rough when you want her to be. I bet it’s very uncommon for her to be seen clothed, preferring to spend most of her time like she’s the Aphrodite of the pack, totally nude for maximum comfort and instant access. How would Sana react to meeting her? How would they be introduced to one another? And more importantly, what would Sana’s first time at one of her orgies be like?

Hhhhhhh

I feel like Sana would bump into her and immediately get shy, just because Mina is so forward when she checks her out. Eyes so dark with desire, but also very respectful.

Asking why Dahyun has hidden her away for so long and that they should drop by for some fun, if they both want to of course. She's just very charming and straight to the point.

Now Sana is very curious about it.

[mallowstep]

hey again! i was the anon that asked about how you write the beginnings to your fics. your feeling was right; i wasn’t really asking about plot. my problem was that i was staring at a blank screen, trying to come up with a beginning scene, and failing because i didn't know how to begin. a commenter said something about challenging themselves to write a scene that establishes the major divergences from canon, which is exactly what i've been trying to do. even though i know what i want, i don't seem to know how to go about it. i think it's because i'm usually a very descriptive writer, but for this fic, i wanted to do something simpler, and now that’s putting me at a loss. i’m so used to starting fics off descriptively that i'm not sure how do it any other way.

HHHHHHH FUUUCK TUMBLR SDL;FJ;DSALKJF

FUCK TUMBLR!

okay. so. sorry. i wrote a WHOLE FUCKING THING. dear god. i fucking.

it's been a while since it was relevant, but i have a issue with repeating work. like. it's something my brain won't let me do. so this is going to be much, much shorter than it was initially and i'm sorry about that.

anyway.

you're making this too hard. look at this first draft of a paragraph from a published novel:

[id: paragraph of nearly illegible handwritten text]

as you can see, only one sentence remains.

i'm going to include my own example from istmsams under a cut (because of the daddy thing).

you can change your first scene, but only if you actually write it. which means if you can write a descriptive intro, write that. don't worry about how you actually want to start. just get some words on the page.

there's a reason published novelists write the whole thing first and edit.

rough draft: (also, aside, tumblr's beta editor makes it almost impossible to type indented text conveniently. first, ">" should be the block quote shortcut, because that's what it does in markdown. it's really annoying that it goes to a quote block. (block quote = intendented text; quote block = tumblr big serif letters.)

Dovewing churrs, rubbing her temple against Tigerstar's shoulder. "I don't want to upset you," she says. "I'm sorry if you saw Daddy playing with me."

"Don't call him that!" Ivypool hisses. "Stars, I'm right --- you don't --- urgh!"

"You did follow me."

"Because you were going to meet him."

"Which I did."

"And?"

"And you can't yell at me because you decided to watch."

"But you know I'm here now!"

Dovewing pouts. Not that it will [draft cuts off mid sentence]

"You're the one who had the idea to follow me, knowing where I was going."

Ivypool curls her lip. "Sorry, I didn't expect my sister to be calling

draft cuts off mid sentence lol.

final version:

Dovewing churrs, rubbing her temple against Tigerheart’s shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“You—”

“Ivypool,” Tigerheart warns. “Now isn’t a good time for this.”

“Because you were about to fuck her? Yeah, what ThunderClan really needs is more halfClan kits.”

“Because you’re upsetting her.” He kisses her temple.

“It’s fine,” Dovewing says. The look she gives Tigerheart makes it clear what she wants to add, and Ivypool is grateful she doesn’t. “But it is weird that you followed me.”

“When you say you’re going on walks at night, but I find hay in your nest, I do grow concerned.”

“Hay?” Tigerheart eyes Dovewing. “Kitten—”

“Stray piece. Could’ve been from anything.” She flicks her ears. That’s not the point. It’s still weird that Ivypool followed.”

“Yeah, trust me, I wish I hadn’t.” Ivypool flops to the ground. “But really, Dove, daddy?”

“Not that it’s your business, but yes.” Dovewing’s ears flick a few times, and she can’t quite meet Ivypool’s eyes.