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[deathdxnces]

-> From Karma;

"Irelia." It was Darha who spoke, not Karma. Her eyes ablaze with a shade of Jade, the color of Ionia's spirit. Hands moving, cutting through the wind, creating intricate patterns as similar Jade flames danced along her fingertips. "I anticipated a conversation sooner or later... Noxians have been found probing the defenses on our shores. Officially, they have been denounced as Brigands. But never, is it so simple as what we perceive." Hands brought to him and then away, dispelling the magic. The Avatar now spoke as Karma, not as Darha. Facing Irelia with hands folded to his stomach. "I invite you to join the Council of Elders to discuss the matters at hand. Speak to the Elders. Distance yourself from the revolutionaries who claim only Ionia's best interests at heart while destroying ancient treaties, disrespecting the land and it's inhabitants, and harming its people through banditry and violence."

»  —  ⌜ UNPROMPTED ASKS⌟

— @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

Irelia needs no warning to know the noxians were getting bolder. The memory of their defeat seemed to linger ever more distant as Swain's power grew, and even had the rest of them not longed to attack as the beasts they were, the blade dancer had seen the Grand General up close. Only once — enough to see the bottomless greed, the hunger for subjugating others, the disbelief in watching his greatest victory being dismantled by a people who weren't supposed to fight back. Her gravest fault had been not taking his life at the Placidium. He would be back; as soon as she learned he yet lived, Irelia was sure of it.

Others tried to pretend the war was over, that everything could go back to what it once was. The dancer could not; instead, she had fought against the lingering taint, remaining ever wary of the ships sighted on Ionian shores. It doesn't matter. Irelia knows the council will inevitably disapprove of her means, regardless of how it had been her blades that bought them all a chance to survive.

They sharpened her and wielded her against the invaders, then expected her edges to no longer cut.

❝ Brigands, ❞ Irelia scoffs at the word, half unsurprised that was the official stance, half disappointed with it nonetheless. Her blades had not been floating at her back, but in one fluid motion they took their place; a gesture not of threat or warning, not even a measure to prepare her defense: habit, and the comfort it brought in the face of her disquiet. ❝ With all due respect, it's obvious that's not what they are — and even if they were, we should be dealing with noxian brigands swiftly, not debating on what to do. They are noxians. Only one fate befits them, Enlightened One. ❞

❝ I would be glad to speak to the Elders and present a different perspective, ❞ Fruitless as the endeavor might be. The agreement isn't unwilling; she had once believed in their guidance, and respect yet lingered from it. The dancer had learned to see things differently, however, and it felt like it was past the time Ionia's leaders did the same.

The pause after her acquiescence is not that of finality, rather one heavy with the weight of a yet unspoken 'but'. Blue eyes search for an answer she would not find in Karma unless they chose to speak it.  ❝ But I must confess I do not understand your meaning. 'Distance myself'...? From who, exactly? The Navori Brotherhood indeed commits those faults, but there is no friendship between us — our methods are not the same. I have only ever fought for our people and our land, and I cannot see how that might be in question. ❞

[retquits]

so i noticed in sam's beach stardew valley portrait, the long part of his mullet is missing … maybe he has it in a ponytail? 😗

[sleepysebris]

:) 🖤

@mlsecretsanta gift for @thequeenofspace! happy belated holidays and apologies for the delay, had a serious family emergency followed by sickness! I had so much fun making this though, was so excited to finally draw these two 🖤 hope you enjoy!!!

[alnilaem]

*heavy sigh* ……. Price

[tapwaterx]

Ken’s trying

[meo-eiru]

Elias is up to something again

[contessalarue]

[arcanejude]

MANNY JACINTO as QIMIR / THE STRANGER in "THE ACOLYTE"

[shotmrmiller]

sugar daddy!simon would go so hard cuz he'd need no sugar but lets his hand linger on the small of your back when standing at the register with his wallet out or grab your foot to massage beneath the table at the upper scale restaurant yall are dining at.

he doesn't push (surprisingly but hey it works for you!) you give him whatever you want, be it just your hand to hold or a chaste kiss on the cheek in thanks after carrying all the stuff he bought to your room. he spoils you rotten regardless but then the issue comes when you actually want him to touch you.

simon doesn't touch. not when you model the little slips of clothing he so generously gifted you from that one overpriced shop at the mall. not when you wear his favorite skirt, the one that got him to talk to you in the first place on the sugar daddy website. not when you invite him in for a nightcap, letting your bare legs rest on top of his while watching a movie.

he. doesn't. touch.

simon doesn't touch you even when you want him to.

keeps his right hand curled around the glass he's nursing and the other laying on the backrest of the couch when you tell him if he wants to peel off the undergarments he'd just bought you today. (a shot you don't shoot is a shot missed anyway.)

"'s not necessary," he says. "got 'em for you to wear." he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen once.

that'd sting more if you hadn't caught him discreetly palming himself outside his trousers while you'd modeled these too.

"might not be necessary but it's what i want." that gets his attention, an arrogant curl on his lip making your heart flutter in your chest.

he gives your knee a squeeze. "i've always given you everythin' you've ever wanted but this is the one thing you're gonna 'ave to work for."

work for? simon doesn't wait for you to ask what he means.

"only way i'm touchin' ya is if ya beg," he rumbles.

should've known it was too good to be true. but you've got an ache between your legs that won't go away no matter how many times you've used the rose (also another gift.) guess you'll just have to "beg".

/

your definition of begging and his are not even in the same dimension. he had shot you down when you'd said please. when you'd batted your pretty eyes at him while saying please. when you'd gotten on your knees between his legs and said please with your hands flat on the carpet.-

simon had only tapped you on the nose and said, "'s good, but not good enough."

what had been good enough was you riding his thigh until sweat slicked your skin, until your lip trembled with need, until his trousers looked like he'd spilled his drink on it while you mewled out your please's.

only then had wiped the corner of your eyes with his thumb and whispered tiny words of praise into your ear, his breath warm against it.

"wasn't so hard, was it, pet?" you'd been beyond reason at that point, core burning almost painfully hot with desire, so you'd jerkily shaken your head. anything to finally get him to touch you like how you need.

his long fingers splayed out across the back of your head, palm almost engulfing your entire head. "now tell me where you want me to touch."

he touches with clever fingers, his warm tongue, even uses his crooked nose to rub at your pearl while his thumb, spit slick, presses into the girl of your arse. having him fuck you is a whole different beast you have to tackle. if you plead for something, anything, he'll rut his cock between your thighs and come over your sticky pussy :)

[matchstique]

Submission for a DTIYS by @cupcakeslushie ! I do love my boy Donnie. EW! Donnie should not have scissors tho…he should be given much more dangerous and sharper objects. Possibly even plutonium. As a treat.

Empyrean Weeping is cool ya’ll should check it. Be aware this is some heavy content in the story tho!

[edlucavalden]

Oh my god.. this post was cooking i had to..

[alien-the-ghost]

So I was going through papaganda 3 photos, and found this from a photoshoot in Swedish rock magazine, supposedly of Papa in his house.

There is so much to unpack here. PLEASE tell me this is his room. I would absolutely love that.

Does he dress the doll in different outfits every day? Did he buy it little sunglasses to match him?

This is such Italian grandmother attire and I just know he has grandma hobbies. He is so ridiculously silly I love him

[attyrocious]

art imitates life

[raepliica]

tristamp post-S1 mashwood sillies and tri98(?) merylwood :]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i lose 80% of respect for a movie the moment a female protagonist wakes up in bed with artfully tousled hair and a full face of unsmudged makeup what is that mcfuckery

[post-it-notes7]

he's never going to find out