#i can redo it if youd like

[vervainlacedveins]

@omnipotenceisoverrated ♥ ( LEDA ) liked for a starter

"Trust is earned. I ain't just gonna magically hand it over to you." Eva pointed out matter of factly, expression heavily furrowed and arms crossed over her chest in clear defense. Was her tone a little ruder than intended? Maybe. But after all that Eva had seen - all the many supernatural threats that strolled through Mystic Falls - could one really blame her for being cautious?

[rosefromdeath1]

@devilles ♥ ( WALTER ) liked for a starter

Gabriella groaned as she felt herself lifted up. Her legs were so weak, her body so fatigue, it wasnt by her own strength that she was able to stand. Doe eyes fluttered as she pressed a hand to the figure's chest she rested against: a feeble protest to prevent from being fed on again. "Please don't bite me anymore." Sweet Gabriella whispered softly, trying her best to stay awake, "My neck is so sore. And I feel ... so tired ..."

[grey822aaa]

draw a human hisuian typhlosion and hisuian samurott

bet youd make banger designs

In general, I usually draw requests one at a time, but this is really interesting

He doesn't like being called a medium because he's not a woman or even blind

A katana only scares, he would never harm a person

His wife kicked him out because he's an idiot

He can harm a person and will do so

He was born with white hair, it's not because of old age

They are friends, but often fight because of their different views. And they're just making fun of each other

Samurott at first thought that Typhlosion was a woman and went with him because, well, a weak woman travels alone, I feel sorry for her

And about the designs, you just haven’t seen my characters, I need to redo them all

[rosefromdeath1]

"Why not? You know as well as I do how much Alice loves to shop." Gabriella pointed out as she strapped her seat belt in securely, giving an amused laugh over towards Rosalie, "It would be her life source if it wasn't drinking blood." In truth, throughout her life, Gabriella wasn't sure she had ever, ever met anyone who enjoyed shopping as much as her dear sister did. She couldn't help but wonder if Alice foresaw herself and Rosalie running off for a trip of their own ..."So where are we going this time for our little adventure?" She asked, easing back comfortably into the seat as they started their journey.

Rosalie didn't particularly care if Alice would mind. If she did, she probably would have text either of them already and expressed her dissatisfaction seeing as how she knew seemingly everything before it happened. She still found it slightly disconcerting even now.

"I don't care if she does mind and neither should you." Rosalie told Gabriella, having pulled up in front of her and said the equivalent of 'get in loser we're going shopping'. She nodded her approval when Gabriella clicked the seatbelt into place.

"Oh, I'm sure she would."

[pixels-thesaurus]

minecraft or ethoslab pixels

i also rlly need an eye of ender one 😭

hopefully these are good!! ^_^ i wasnt sure if you meant favicons or pixels but hopefully these are alright, can redo if youd like!!

[gibbearish]

hey hey gamers, moneys getting a bit tight so i wanted to open up commissions for icon/signature designs! ive been using typography to make icons that also double as signatures/watermarks for art, so if there's any artists out there who have been struggling with your personal branding i'm ur guy LOL

pricing is $10 for a basic signature design, $15 for a full icon version like these, and $20 if you also want a render version (see jamblesoup examples above). alternatively if youre not looking for signature/branding help then a regular icon would just be $15.

if you'd like one you can message me on here, or i have a link to my ko-fi in my pinned post. you can find more examples of my art at @nightlight-art or in the #gingeryart tag on this blog!

limits and some extra details on my commission process below the cut:

will not draw:

incest/rape/pedo/you get the gist

will draw but don't have a lot of experience:

furries/mechs/gore/nsfw

commission process:

i'll make you a few sketches based on your prompt, number of which will depend on how specific it is. ill send you them and you can request as many changes as youd like.

once we've decided on a final sketch and rough color palette, i'll proceed to rendering, and send you a heavily watermarked mostly-finished version for final edits. side note, i have had people take advantage of me to get multiple works for the price of one by making me redo things entirely based on issues that should have been pointed out in sketch stages, so i ask you try to be as descriptive as possible during sketching and keep final edit requests to around like 2-5 things, but that's not a hard line as i know those people are rare. as long as it's clear you're trying to work with me and not run me in circles, we'll be good dw.

once we're happy with the final draft, i'll finish up the remaining details and remove watermarks. if you're going through paypal, this is the point where i'll ask for payment, but obv if you're going through ko-fi that'll have already happened.

i'll let you decide if you want me to post the final product publically or not (if yes i'll be sure to tag you!), and i'm happy to send it via email or something to get you the highest resolution

[pivsketch]

DUDE YOUR PIXEL ART IS GORGEOUS HELLO??? SHANE LOOKS SO GOOD IN YOUR STYLE???? I love the way you did elliots goofy-ass drunk sprite too its so, so fuckign good all the way down. its so cool to see what you're able to accomplish and add with (what im guessing is) the same pixel dimensions and perimeters nstuff as the original sprites

thanks! working with the default 16x32 dimensions is certainly a challenge. i dont know if you could change the sprite size nowadays but when i started on this way back when, the content packer didnt even exist so youd have to re-pack everything back into XNBs lol...

the first sprite i did was actually harvey's, because i wanted to make sure the format/style i settled on could handle all the tricky edge cases and he had glasses AND a tie AND a mustache. if i could fit in those three things then everything else would fall into place.

my files for this have always been in disarray since i kept picking it up and putting it back down, and i can barely find the stuff i already worked on, but heres a screencap of some of the villagers i was working on back in 2018

still plenty of things i need to fix or figure out or redo (palette adjustments and then some).

i wanted to keep their relative heights but because i made everyone's heads bigger to fit a whole face in, it makes the shorter women look like they got goofy bobble heads... one of the things i gotta look into is to see if theres a way to make that look less weird or if i gotta just make them taller. maybe i'd have to make the guys taller to compensate? its a lot of work and it definitely made me understand why nobody's really done something of this scale lol

[csmingy]

https://www.tumblr.com/csmingy/758594898166448128/what-about-chowlings-then-they-ask-for-over?source=share

Frfr. At least Symps has more then chows ever dreamed of. Saunt makes THOUSANDS of The Community. Yet the game hasnt even seemed to make much progress? Not to mention the fact that you need to offer 5 pop designers, 5 already existing chows, 5 HIGH QUALITY designs, and morw just for ONE chowling. Be it myo or premade.

Its shitty af how hard it is to get into this species. If something is THAT personal that you openly state "I dont want them to get to big" then why tf did you release ANY part of them yet???? They consistently shut down anything that'll open up the species even just by a tad.

Someone mentioned a currency conversion, but was shot down. Idk why??? That just seems stupid as nearly everyone there are sitting on 10000000+ copper, and barely ANY other currency. Foraging is now festival tickets... But like... The drop rates are TRASH. Tops i have ever seen is 5 tickets... -.-'

All the items in shop cost 100+ tickets if i remember from last time looking.

Myo/premade sales are....scarce to nonexistent.

There are several things that were started and not finished. Theres 3 discords!!!! THREE. species main, game hub, and for something else.

They're redoing the traits it seems too, but like.. People gunna lose out when it comes to their compensation. Which nothing on that has been revealed.

Theyve gone on breaks several times. Usually a month after the last break they had too. So its... Break for 2+ months, back for MAYBE one month, then another 2+ months of break.

Nothing to show for it either.

Dont get me wrong, i know some breaks were for personal reasons.

And its not even the mods fault. You can see how some of them get frustrated about these things themselves. They have an entire server to deal with while saunt does...nothing it seems.

They need more mods, saunt really should care more too for their community as well. Sure its a passion project. But you opened it up for others. Now you should listen to what your community wants too. Implementing some of the things they ask for would be a start. Instead of legit shutting it down because "its mine"

Thing is... Even as a game.. You HAVE to listen somewhat to what your community is saying. Otherwise it will FLOP AND DIE.

With how much they make of Chows... Youd think theyd be further Along too. The most recent openings the ab was like near 1000??? If chit chat inside server is anything to go by anyway.

The most lore ive seen is only for lineages, general lore is almost non-existent for chowlings. The items have been revamped and remade over 5+ times because Saunt cant make up her mind. She loves money and if you have it shell give you a hybrid for 1-3k+. She has an auction for all lineage hybrids right now and almost all of them have bids over 2k (there are around 8-9 hybrid combos so it has to be over 10k euro) It's actually insane. I know those customs will never be done. Oko has also been super strict lately and crazy about shooting down every suggestion that comes up and any submissions on the site if it isn't perfect. Myos and resales are also very expensive being 100 euro lowest and 1k highest. Im sorry, I just have a lot to complain about this to add-on. 🍈

[1tsjusty0u]

ignore the follow thing i pressed the wrong button. link and paya. what happen. actually link's relationship with the champion successors/descendants

no….. my internet clout…!!!! IM…. FLOPPING… HOW COULD THIS BE…. (/joking)

AND GOOD QUESTION!! though i am sorry to say link and paya barely interact. if/when they do its around the later spectrum of the. timeline? story? but they just met once and that was kind of the extent of it. mmmaybe theyd both clean sometimes? if he does the shrine quest by helping people out. she. would be more friends with zelda probably. speaking of he might talk with her more mainly about a plan about. what now once the calamity is gone. and then ask for recipes <3. later arcs she might start to send letters out of worry once the calamity is “over” because he’d just kind of. disappear? i should clarify this isnt out of romantic love or anything (she was done so dirty and for what) but like. being kind of scared that a semi absent coworker or classmate just stops showing up. for awhile you might get used to it but eventually when the time passes youll have to ask where they went. she’d probably be blunt about asking in a . polite way. but yeah. zelda wise i think i think theyd just hang out sometimes. paya cant really be a substitute for ancient sheikah work but they just get along well enough that zelda initiates meetings by going “deconstructing (guardian) isvgoing badly. help” and itll basically be explaining code to a rubber duck deal. paya gives either a sanity check or a second perspective which is nice. and paya can talk about whats going on around her when its just a hangout session. i dunno i think they could make a neat duo especially when talking about problems/confronting them. when pushed hard enough paya wont give the polite/avoidant answer, and zelda could need the bluntness if that makes sense.

champions descendants!!!! honestly its. pretty well id say? uhhh firstly my link didnt get the thunder helm because well. thats Their Thing. so how this affects the. story? i dont know. but yeah its alright. he sees teba mostly by proxy, but teba is the one he sees the most. because he isnt like a royal person and hes Just Some Guy it makes talking a lot easier, both physically and mentally. riju hed… sort of see the second most? im genuinely debating whether or not link being able to get into gerudo town should be a thing in this au. i would like to redo gerudo town as a whole but that will take time. for now i like to think he just. gave a letter to one of the guards with the gist of it. and he completed the quest without ever going inside town. the only times hed really talk to her post that is if gerudo town is in need of resources that he can easily get, or ice. otherwise not many letters or anything, but theyre on pretty good terms. he sometimes gets to send fruit for patricia. next would be yunobo! youd think its be easier to talk to him however theyd both have nothing to talk about to each other. its basically friendly but silent terms unless necessary. last is sidon. i am so sorry sidon….. the only way theyd really interact is if sidon himself initiated the conversation/letter chain. otherwise with link actively avoiding zoras domain.. . the line blurs between friends and business partners for all of them. if they traveled together i think theyd all be better friends but i dunno if thats going to happen. they probably play a bigger. role?? in this au than im giving them credit for honestly. also i couldve sworn i had Thoughts but i forgot…… once the calamity is defeated i think itd be a bit of a mess, though how much of one i dont know

[sunblazes]

mara hi mara hello mara!!!!! it has been so long FAR too long really. anyways i was lookin at redoing my blog layout and i was wondering by if maybe i could use the snake doodle from this post as my profile picture? hope you’re doing absolutely Fabulous my friend!!!! <3

ROWWEEEEEE ohhmy god HIII HOW ARE YOU ive missed you ohh!!!!! Sorry ii was deeply asleep ANND YES YOU CSN YRS YES!! literally even if you want i will draw you anything you want like i did before foor uour pfp i likke doing that!! So you can deffo use the snake if youd like But I am UP AND WILLING to draw anythinng you want for your pfp BECAUSE YOUREE SO AWESOME AND IM A BIG FAN

[just-some-random-blogger]

Your honor, murder

“Might I join you?” 

🤨 DAFAQ ARE YOU GONNA PRAY FOR? WORLD PEACE?

“It would please me greatly, niece.” His eyes run over your form, lingering a little longer on your middle, clearly taking in your curves and attire.

No cuz why he so...

Mayhaps that’s where he sees the challenge. 

DIS MAN SEES A DRESS AS A CHALLENGE ✋✋✋✋✋ CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVES IT FOLKS NOPE BOT EVEN OUR CORRESPONDENTS DO

Though there is no reason for you to feel flustered with the company of your uncle, having grown up around him, your heart still feels as though it beats too fast, pounding against the confines of your ribcage. 

The targcest is targcesting

The truth is, you have not prayed for any husband – you have prayed for him to become your husband.

OH-- yeahH THE TARGCEST IS TARGCESTING

He’s so close to you that you feel the warmth emanating from him despite the layers of clothing. “You have been so faithful to the Seven,” he whispers with a rasp, keeping his eyes neatly trained on you. “It is only right that they finally grant you something in return…”

He thinks he's god why am I not surprised

“I do not see why not, niece,” he all but growls. “Do you not want the Seven to witness how I worship you?”

WAIT.

WAIT

WAIT

IM GONNA NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO CUZ THAT WAS HOT. FUCK OFF. NO FUCK YOU THAT WAS HOT. I DONT FUCKING CARE. I DONT FUCKING GIVE A SHIT.

“I'll decide where I take you,” he growls once again. It’s the first time your name slips past his lips today, spoken in such a condescending manner that immediately makes you bow to his will. “And if I wanted to take your maidenhead right in front of your father, then so be it.”

😀

Nothing is sacred

Daemon bows his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, his breath hot as he speaks. “You’re such a dutiful woman, always praying for a husband and a life filled with children. Why not pray for me? Would that not be the most honorable of outcomes?”

NO CUZ HES SO PATHETIC. HE SUCH A WHINY PATHETIC MEOW MEOW BITCH BOY. AKSHALLY NO HES NOT A MEOW MEOW RN. HE SO SO PATHETIC FUCKK JUST GIVE HIM GO ME WHAT THE FUCK IM SO MESSED UP IN THE HEAD

“Be quiet,” he cuts you off. 

IMMA CUT UR LIPS OFF OH WAIT YOU BARELY GOT LIPS WHITE BOY

MAN IM MAD IF I FUCKING TOLD YOU IF YOU LET ME GO ON YOUD KNOW THAT I WAS ACTUALLY PRAYING FOR YOU BUT NO YOU STUPID FUCKING RAT ALL HOE I HATE YOU

Though your face is contorted in both pleasure and slight discomfort, you keep your eyes open and locked with his, carefully studying his face. “I–I think the Seven would want me to be happy… would they not?” you don’t state it, you ask, silently needing his reassurance and asking for guidance. 

My poor baby lover BUT ALSO SHE WILDING FR

“Fuck, I-... you were made for me,” he groans against the side of your face, merely propped up on his forearms to not put too much weight on you.

No cuz i wasn't? But go off I guess ??? 🥱

“I shall spill myself inside of you,” he grunts, “would you like that? Do you want my seed in your belly?” 

... maybe

But there’s not really any time for you two to dwell in the bliss, not when Daemon gathers himself so quickly to get back on his feet. He fixes his attire, straightening his tunic and redoing the laces of his breeches before he helps you up.

Insert TikTok sound : I am... Disgusted

HE FUCKING WHATTTTT

WHAT OF DUTY WHAT OF SACRIFICE

EXHAUSTING WASNT IT? *INSERT THE REST OF WHAT RHAENYRA SAID TO ALICENT*

“We will keep this between us,” Daemon interrupts, figuring what’s plaguing your mind. 

SIDE CHICK BEHAVIOR FROM MY OWN UNCLE BUT WOW OK FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT

You nod and swallow thickly. “I-I hope so?” 

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 ITTTT BEEE ELIIIIKKKEEEE THHHAATTTT

“A tea, princess. From the king. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences.”

😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀 I want his head on a spike

YOU‘RE THE ONLY THING I PRAY FOR. (1/3)

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT — MINORS DNI; NON/DUB-CON, canon typical incest/targcest (uncle & niece), blasphemy, taking of virginity, female reader

WORDS: 4.6 K

NOTES: Part 1 is here! At the anon that has requested it: thank you so much for this. I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Daylight has first appeared when you break your fast, completely dressed and ready to start the day by paying a visit to the Grand Sept. It’s one of the rare days the queen does not accompany you for your morning prayer as her queenly duties have called for her even before the first light. But you bask in the rare solitude her absence grants, looking forward to the time you get to spend all by yourself. 

A carriage waits for you as you walk down the steps of the Red Keep leading into the courtyard, the door already opened and a servant anticipating for you to get in. 

“And where might you be going so quickly?” You know the voice that pierces through the silence of the morning, and are not surprised when you turn around to spot your uncle approaching. He’s clad in a white tunic and black breeches, looking as though he has just gotten out of bed.

Bobbing a small curtsy, the slight bow of your head does little to hide the surge of warmth that spreads to your cheeks, trying to suppress the nervous smile his presence always coaxes from you. 

It could be mere happenstance that you two meet right when you’re about to leave the keep, but something deep inside of you tells you he’s more than familiar with your morning routine. 

“I was just heading to the sept to pray, uncle,” you reply, your eyes locking with his as he creeps closer. 

The smirk that grazes his features at your words sends a shiver down your spine because it doesn’t mean any good; it never means any good. “And what is it that you pray for exactly, sweet niece?” he asks in a playful tone, raising a brow. His head cocks to the side, and he sizes you up briefly. “Does a princess such as you pray for love? Pray for a husband?” 

Despite the rush of embarrassment you feel when he makes his comments, you can’t deny the truth in them. “I pray for many things…” you trail off, pressing your lips into a thin line and contemplating if you should elaborate further. But the ultimate act of piety is to be honest, genuine, and you know it’ll surprise him more than a snappish remark. “I pray for the love of my family, as well as my own. Though I must admit that what I pray for most is to be married one day, and provide my husband with a healthy heir.” 

He must have noticed the way your eyes trail up and down his tall frame throughout your little lecture, despite you having your neck craned to meet his gaze, because his brow doesn’t seem to lower at all, staying in its exact position as he’s seemingly impressed by your words and your honesty. However, there’s also a pregnant pause following them, and you brace yourself for whatever taunting or derogatory comment might follow. 

“Might I join you?” 

The question catches you off guard, and causes you to tilt your head sideways. 

Pious isn’t a term you would use to describe your uncle. If he believed in anything, he’d merely worship the Gods of Old Valyria and would not follow the Faith of the Seven. Nevertheless, you’re thrilled he even considers accompanying you to the Grand Sept, because you’re certain he’s never seen it from inside. 

“I would be honored by you joining me, uncle,” you say, smiling softly. “I would not have to pray alone.”

“It would please me greatly, niece.” His eyes run over your form, lingering a little longer on your middle, clearly taking in your curves and attire. The dress you wear is completely different to the ones your younger sister usually wears, and comes closer to the gowns the queen dons nowadays. It’s modest and covers you completely, basically from head to toe. 

Mayhaps that’s where he sees the challenge. 

You briefly nod your head, and take his hand as he offers to help you into the carriage, climbing the steps before sitting down on one of the upholstered seats. You make note of how warm and unexpectedly smooth his hand is when you let go of it, having expected it to be calloused and somewhat rough from all the riding on dragon back and training with the sword he does. 

Daemon takes his seat next to you, and it’s evident you have all of his attention with him not tearing his eyes off of you once. What you don’t know is that he’s always found a liking in you. You’re sweet and innocent, demure even, and the complete opposite to Rhaenyra. 

More oft than not you make your uncle feel as though you really do not deserve an unvirtuous man such as himself, just as your father has told him back when Daemon had asked him to grant him your hand in marriage. You’re a girl that has never taken a man’s touch before, innocent in both mind and body – a vision obviously tantalizing to many men of court.

He looks over you once more. You feel his gaze burning into your skin regardless of how badly you focus on what you see passing on the outside of the wheelhouse, and you can’t deny that you would love nothing more than to learn of what’s occupying his mind. 

The ride to the sept isn’t too long, and shared in silence thick with tension. When the carriage comes to a stop and a servant opens the door, you rise from your seat and climb down the steps. Your hands are clasped in front of your body on the way into the Grand Sept, closely followed by the looming presence of your uncle. 

And you immediately feel at peace when you walk through the heavy doors held open by several guards, breathing in the scent of incense and relishing in the quiet it brings. Though there is no reason for you to feel flustered with the company of your uncle, having grown up around him, your heart still feels as though it beats too fast, pounding against the confines of your ribcage. 

The truth is, you have not prayed for any husband – you have prayed for him to become your husband. And every single one of your prayers resolved around the wish for him to join you some day. The Grand Sept is your home port, giving you a sense of safety and being the place you always return to. And what could be better than sharing this feeling with the person your heart and body long for?

You nod subtly toward the few septas and novices that cross your path on the way to the large stone altar in the center of the sept, attempting to not draw too much attention to you and the prince that trails closely behind. 

Rolling one of the thin vestas between your index finger and thumb, you carefully set it alight with a candle that’s already lit before you proceed to light your own. The small piece of wood is extinguished with a soft blow of air, and you brush your fingers over the sheet of wax that covers the gray marble beneath, watching the sea of lights in front of you. 

“Have you been in the sept before, uncle?” you ask, innocently. It might seem like a witless question, but is completely fair considering you have never really seen him pray before. 

You are not oblivious to just how different you are from your own kin, for neither your father, uncle nor sister frequent the sept, let alone pray before they break their fast or eat their supper. 

When they’d ask you, you’d say that the contrast between you and Daemon is the most blatant, closely followed by the differences you and Aemond have. Though your younger half-brother, more oft than not, resolves to praying, you know it’s just to please his devout mother. 

If anything, you most resemble Alicent, despite not sharing the same blood with her. She has taken you under her wing as your mother died birthing your late brother, strengthening your very being with her own faith. 

Daemon chuckles at your question, following after you to the stone altar. It’s an easy game for him to pretend to be pious, having resorted to colder measures many times before. “I will admit that I do not frequent the sept as much as you. It’s just…,” he trails off, looking around the room and taking in the architecture. “... not exactly to my liking. I much prefer the worship of the Old Gods of Valyria.” 

Just like you have thought. It’s tempting to worship and follow the customs your very ancestors have set up and believed in, bringing you closer to what ties you to the family whose love you always pray for. But where were these Gods when you needed them most?

“But doesn’t everyone in King’s Landing worship the Seven? Do you not think them worthy of your devotion?” you ask, cocking a brow as you slowly sink to your knees. You still look up at him, but already fold your hands to prepare for the prayer. 

Daemon watches you carefully, no, he blatantly stares at you, taking you in and watching you on your knees from his level of height. It’s exciting, to say the least. “Oh, I do not consider them unworthy, they have been worshipped in Westeros for centuries, but you can not expect me to deny my heritage, niece.”

It’s your heritage as well, and it includes the customs that would allow for you to wed the man you have always longed for. That is, if you were not betrothed already. 

The marriage to Jason Lannister, like your father has requested, is the most fitting option, you know. It’s no match made out of love but rather a political arrangement, and doesn’t heed your own wishes. 

He’s no more a man that deserves you than your uncle, though the prospect and thoughts of marrying Daemon do excite you more. Perhaps this excitement stems from the suppressed desire of wanting the opposite of your pious nature, something that would make you feel alive as much as riding Silverwing does. 

But your uncle isn’t interested in taking you to wife. His late wife died a few moons ago, and if someone has always had his attention and favor, it’s your younger sister, Rhaenyra. 

Flashing you a tight-lipped smile, he approaches one of the pews close to the altar and sits down. You focus on the candles in front of you and fix the flames of them to watch them dance, calming you down and bringing you back to the matter at hand; your morning prayer. 

But under the intensity of his stare, you find it incredibly difficult to focus on your wishes and steady your thoughts, and you rely on the Seven for their guidance. The direction in which your thoughts stray is improper and silently proscribed by the people of the realm, and you haven’t spent all of these mornings in the sept to let it all go to waste with the foolish wish to follow your House's customs. 

Lowering your head, you quietly speak your prayers and plead for the Seven to see you in good favor before them despite the sins that may come upon you in the future. 

Your uncle, on the other hand, only now realizes that this is the best time he could wish for to get you alone, all by yourself with no one to interrupt. And as the wait for you to finish your prayers doesn’t stop to pass agonizingly slowly, he’s overtaken by his urges and begins to quietly approach you. 

You’re in the midst of your prayer when you feel a sudden presence in your space. Opening your eyes, you spot him sinking down on his knees right next to you, his broad shoulder brushing yours in the process, pressing against your frame. 

He’s so close to you that you feel the warmth emanating from him despite the layers of clothing. “You have been so faithful to the Seven,” he whispers with a rasp, keeping his eyes neatly trained on you. “It is only right that they finally grant you something in return…”

There are goosebumps prickling on your skin at his words, the sensation even raising the hairs on the back of your neck. 

Despite growing up around him, you have never shared such close proximity with him before, at least not since you can remember. It feels so intimate, and the way in which he speaks makes it more than obvious that it’s plain profanity. 

Daemon is clearly taking advantage of your piety, and twists your words and beliefs into something much more impure. 

But it seems that your body renders what your mind doesn't. It knows what he is up to even before you can grasp it, and you suddenly notice the uncomfortable way your smallclothes cling to the apex of your legs, a cold moisture making the linen sticky. 

You can’t speak, far too absorbed in his presence, and barely notice that he’s slowly inching towards you, until the tips of your noses brush against each other. 

Daemon is not moving closer, basking you in a sense of feigned superiority that gives you the impression that you’re the one in control. If you’re about to kiss, it’s because you want to do so, at least he’s making you think that. But by the Seven, how badly you want to kiss him. 

You’re the one to close the gap between you and press your lips firmly to his. You feel the warmth of them against yours, and are overtaken by a haze. You have never expected this to be the result of your joint visit to the Grand Sept, and you feel as though you're melting with a jolt of heat – until a cloud of panic washes over you. 

Pulling back with a gasp, you topple over on your arse, grateful for the space it puts between the two of you. You bring your fingers to your lips, touching them as if you mean to prolong the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“I-I do not wish to be a prude, but…” you try to deny his advances. You don’t know where to look, eyes frantically flickering to the ground, the ceiling, and even checking if anyone is around to see what has happened. 

Daemon licks his lips with a sigh, and you see him contemplating his next moves, the silence making your heart pound in your ears. “You’re a pious woman,” he raps, or rather just states the obvious. 

And then he slowly stalks closer again, only to bury a large hand in the hair at the back of your head, using the grip to bring you closer to him again. “Why have the Gods made me love a pious woman?” 

You’re holding onto his shoulders, not sure if you want to draw him impossibly closer or push him away. Your wide eyes carefully study his features, before he leans in and starts to press kisses to the side of your face that leave you whimpering and mewling.

Daemon has his strong arms wrapped around your frame to pull you flush against his chest now, and you’re squirming and panting, trying to get away from him while his hands make quick work of pulling and tearing at the skirts of your dress already. 

“Un-Uncle… not here, please,” you try to protest. 

He brings a hand to your cheek, turning your face so it’s easier for him to capture your lips in a heated kiss again. It takes all the strength you can muster to pull away from him, not just physically, but mentally. The long suppressed part in you is at an all time high, aching for nothing else than him. 

“We-We can’t,” you stammer, completely out of breath. “Not here.”

“I do not see why not, niece,” he all but growls. “Do you not want the Seven to witness how I worship you?”

The words make your face grow hot. The thought of the Seven watching over you is taboo and wrong, but it also makes it a lot more exciting. It has been an idea you have long desired, and to hear it spoken out loud from his own lips makes a thrill of excitement course through your veins. 

“B-But I-I have never–” your voice is reduced to a whimper, the despair audible.

Daemon paws at your hips, and brings his face closer to press open mouthed kisses to the side of your neck. “I will worship you in a way they have never experienced, I can promise you that,” his husky voice is muffled by your skin, and all you can do is blush in return. 

He backs you against the column of the altar behind you, trapping you so he can use both his hands to snake beneath your gown and tear at the linen undergarments you wear, reducing the barrier that stands between him and his most prized possession. 

“Uncle, Daemon, please… the sept is not the right place for this.”

“I'll decide where I take you,” he growls once again. It’s the first time your name slips past his lips today, spoken in such a condescending manner that immediately makes you bow to his will. “And if I wanted to take your maidenhead right in front of your father, then so be it.”

You push at his chest, but at the same time melt against his sturdy frame when his lips claim yours. The fabric of his tunic is pinched so tightly between your fingers that your knuckles start to blanch from the force, acting as the means to an end to distract you from the shame you feel at giving into him so easily. 

Daemon bows his head forwards to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, his breath hot as he speaks. “You’re such a dutiful woman, always praying for a husband and a life filled with children. Why not pray for me? Would that not be the most honorable of outcomes?”

You can’t think for yourself, swept up by his words, his charms and his possessiveness. He’s brought you to the edge, and you can’t find yourself able to resist. 

“Uncle, I–”  

“Be quiet,” he cuts you off. 

So lost in his overwhelming presence, you hardly register him undoing the laces in the front of his breeches, only just lowering them enough for him to free his hard cock. Once that’s done, he lays you onto the cold floor, and positions himself between your legs, which brings you close enough to his cock to feel it prodding against your cunt. 

You can’t breathe, not when you’re basically smothered by his weight, pinning you down to the ground and not allowing you to move. There’s no chance for you to meet his gaze, for he’s far too distracted to keep his eyes locked on one position only. 

“You’re a dragon, sweet niece,” he grunts. “That cunt of a Lannister would not know how to handle it… let me take care of you.”

You release a shuddered breath when the tip of his cock meets the resistance of your tightness, forcing your body to go rigid. But despite that, Daemon is able to ease himself inside of you. It takes him a few seconds to fill you to the brim, taking his sweet time to allow you to adjust to each other. 

And you sure do. 

He pushes inside at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. When his hips are still, your tight walls slowly accommodate his impressive size. But even then Daemon already knows he can’t keep this up for long, for your cunt is squeezing him so tightly, he is sure he’ll spend himself too quickly for his own liking. 

It takes you a moment, but as you feel him twitching, briefly brushing the sensitive spot inside of you, your stiff muscles seem to thaw. You arch your back against him, melting into the warmth that radiates off him. 

A quiet whine leaves your lips that prompts him to meet your gaze. “That’s it,” Daemon coos softly, a slight strain in his husky voice. He brings a hand behind your head to support it and make it a bit more comfortable for you, lifting it off the hard ground. 

Bowing his head forwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. It is languid, tender even, but doesn’t lack any passion. There’s a burning inside of you, and you feel completely filled to the brim, yet it’s not as uncomfortable as the first few seconds have been. 

Perhaps it’s the possibility of being caught by your own kin or other nobles, or being defiled by him so openly, but you can’t seem to get enough. No, you don’t even mind if anyone sees you, not when all you’ve prayed for finally comes true. 

“I thought you were a pious maiden,” he rasps, immediately giving in to the pleasure and his urges, “not one that enjoys sin as much as this.” 

Though your face is contorted in both pleasure and slight discomfort, you keep your eyes open and locked with his, carefully studying his face. “I–I think the Seven would want me to be happy… would they not?” you don’t state it, you ask, silently needing his reassurance and asking for guidance. 

As he notices the hidden meaning behind your words, he flashes you a sly grin, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I believe as much.” 

Daemon starts to thrust into you, coaxing one whiny moan after the other from your parted lips. The pace is slow, and you can tell by the way he has his jaw set that it takes a whole lot of restraint for him to keep it that way. You know he’s an experienced man, having heard lots of stories about him and his conquests, and you appreciate him practicing patience with you. 

“Fuck, I-... you were made for me,” he groans against the side of your face, merely propped up on his forearms to not put too much weight on you. The feeling of his breath fanning over your skin, and the sounds he makes vibrating against it, ignite a fire in your veins you haven’t felt before. 

“You were always meant to be mine, but your father is too dull to see it.” Light kisses trail over your jaw and the side of your neck, meaning he can’t see the color his words bring to your cheeks. 

Entangling your fingers in his short, silver strands, you just rest your hand there to keep yourself grounded, until one particular thrust that seems a bit rougher than the others has you eventually tugging on the tresses not-so-gently. The action pulls his head back and exposes his throat to you, and it’s far too enticing to not to lean in and press your lips to the bump in the front of it. Daemon groans at that, and, in response to his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you, your walls clench around him. 

You haven’t been touched by a man before, even rarely by yourself, and thus you’re not quite familiar with the pressure that builds inside of your body. It has the grip of your legs around his waist tightening and your toes curling, but other than that you’re not quite sure what to expect. 

“Good girl, taking me so well,” he grunts, spurred on by the way your walls squeeze and choke his cock, clearly knowing you’re close to your peak. His praise goes straight to your head, and you whimper in return, stammering a ‘th-thank you, uncle.’

“Wet my cock, little niece, make a mess for me,” he all but commands, a dominant edge to his voice that has you shivering. 

Far too lost in the pleasure his body grants you, you hardly notice him driving his hips into yours with more fervor and determination, an approving ‘mhhh’ and stutters of his name escaping your lips. 

It probably is a vague guess, but Daemon’s mouth claims yours with newfound hunger as your peak washes over you in an ambush, effectively drinking down every wanton moan and whimper that has threatened to leave them. 

Something akin to fire spreads through your veins which prompts your leg to tremble uncontrollably, locking around his waist. Your walls flutter and convulse all over him, and white, hot pleasure clouds your vision. 

Only when the tremors slowly subside does your uncle tilt his head back. He watches you in awe, studying the drowsy expression on your face though the pistoning of his hips hasn’t stopped. And he won’t stop, not even when you’re no more than a quivering and whimpering mess beneath him, and you’re very close to turning into one. 

He cups your chin, pinning your head to the ground as he increases the pace of his thrusts again, using your relaxed state to chase his own peak. 

It feels overwhelming, a different kind of aching suddenly burning between your legs, and you try to squirm away, but his grip on you is as adamant as he’s relentless. 

“I shall spill myself inside of you,” he grunts, “would you like that? Do you want my seed in your belly?” 

All you can whimper are incoherent words, but are still aware enough to not be too loud. Daemon takes the benefit of the doubt and settles on a whiny yes, far too enticed by the thought of you going round with his child. 

He can’t hold himself back any longer with the repercussions of your peak driving him to his own, practically bursting as he spills his seed. His hips falter as he topples over the edge, his twitching member spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. 

But there’s not really any time for you two to dwell in the bliss, not when Daemon gathers himself so quickly to get back on his feet. He fixes his attire, straightening his tunic and redoing the laces of his breeches before he helps you up.

You perturbedly look around, breathing heavily, and smooth out the skirts of your dress. Being unsteady on your feet, you shift your weight from one leg to the other and grimace at the wetness that spreads between your thighs at the lack of smallclothes to gather it. His seed seeps from your swollen cunt down your flushed skin and makes you overly aware of the claim he has asserted over you.  

You’re too stunned to speak, your mouth opening and closing without any words leaving your lips. Knowing he was a rogue, you would have never thought of your uncle doing such things, even less of yourself. 

“I-I–” 

“We will keep this between us,” Daemon interrupts, figuring what’s plaguing your mind. 

The act of sin between you two has been so improper, and you’re certain your father would force you to become a Silent Sister if the word of your act would spread around court. So, it’s slightly calming to know you can rely on your uncle to protect your reputation and care for your safety. 

You nod and swallow thickly. “I-I hope so?” 

The silence between you in the carriage on your way back to the Red Keep is thick with tension, and though Daemon helps you climb down the steps before he leaves to attend his princely duties, something does not sit right with you. 

And only when you hear a knock on your chamber’s door around the Hour of the Owl do you figure that the feeling was right. Maester Mellos stands opposite of you, a goblet whose content is unknown in his hand. He hands it over, and you feel your blood run cold at his words. 

“A tea, princess. From the king. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences.”

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[circusclownfever]

Hii ! im doing photoshop commisions to save up for a screened drawing tablet !

if youre interested , dm me ! from there , send me the images youd like enhanced through discord / my email (request which one youd like to send through)

i am currating a portfolio , i dont have access to my projects from school .

prices vary from $5-$15 as i am just a highschool student . i have an adobe photoshop certification with a score of 964/1000 . (full name obv blurred out)

i am 16 and do not have a paypal account , cashapp is the only way i can recieve payments .

HOW COMMS WORK FOR ME

i will send you updates at request / when ive made substantial progress .

i will redo whatever you arent happy with . (i shouldnt have to say this , but no - theres no "fee" for a redesign . its your image , not mine.)

please be specific .. colour hex codes , images , canvas resolution , etc .

reminder .. i am 16 without life experience , dont use enuendos or code names for things .

payment is at the end ! i will send a final product with a watermark over it , ask for your opinions or any changes youd like to make - and when youre satisfied , send me the payment and i will release the watermark .

if you are not happy with my work , that is okay ! i am sorry if i dont meet your standards , i wish you luck on finding someone to transform your image to your standards .

[italic-b0ld]

Squids, Octopus, and various sea creatures committing warcrimes? It's more likely than you think!!

[mcneyhoney]

@vihilum​

           " you good, kid? lookin’ kinda lost over there. “  

                            y’know what sucks? fucking  door duty.  at least, the haus’ version of it sucks. when he took the job cosmo was expecting a lush desk to sit behind all day long, maybe a computer for when he’s bored, inside with heating in winter and a.c in summer. he saw  door duty  and thought  oh, receptionist. nice!  

                   bullshit.                    he’s not even watching a fucking door!!!  just sitting outside auster at one of their barrels, prefilling the ashtrays with his boredom in case the patrons later are too fucking stupid to know where to tap out smokes. he sits there hours at a time, drinking cold coffee and rereading the same book he keeps forgetting to swap out of his bag, waiting for  -----   honestly, he’s not sure. cops, maybe? east siders that got lost, pockets weighing them down? targets for the boys?? who fucking knows at this point. 

         “ ----- this isn’t a good neighbourhood. might wanna keep moving. “

[arsenicflame]

@napneeders thank u and i am so sorry this is about the nerdiest and nichest thing i will ever write, and is interesting information to exactly one (1) person (me)

(as a reblog because a bitch needed a word count and also. all information to be taken with a grain of salt this is just what i remember from researching it like 8 months ago)

essentially, staying a neckline is a technique used (mostly in 'couture' sewing) to stop necklines gaping away from the skin! (i think its a really fun name because. you are making it stay) usually you would use this in low cut garments, deep v's, anything that has a 'tricky' neckline- if youve ever worn a dress and had it fall away from you as you lean down, this technique prevents that!

theres two ways to do it, as far as im aware- theres the 'proper' way- which if im remembering correctly is a pretty old technique (i think its in one of my victorian sewing texts), or a more modern way, thats way quicker but isnt as fancy or whatever (also probably wouldnt last as long)

the proper way to do it is pretty simple, if time consuming- you take a strip of (straight grain fabric? i think? maybe even grosgrain ribbon) and cut it a little shorter than your neckline, then pin it at the start and end, easing in the neckline to be the size of the strip (i think you would do this by fractioning it all up, going halves again and again until its well divided) youd then go in and hand sew that all down, catching only your inner layers- you dont want so much easing in it that the outer layer puckers at all, just so that the inside is a tiny bit smaller to encourage it to curve with your body.

the more modern way uses elastic- you really do the same thing, cut it a little shorter than your neckline + hold the elastic under just a touch of tension as you sew it to the inside of the neckline, and it'll ever so slightly ease the outer fabric in as it unstretches. its far quicker (and easier to do by machine id guess) but you have less control and obviously, elastic is prone to perishing over time. to me the elastic way makes more sense though because itll have more flex and better hug to your body as you move soooo????

You could! as far as i understand, do this to any garment, not just one youre making!! because its an. additional technique, rather than a fundamental one (i am just making up these terms), itd easy to.. add... it to things after the fact! you can also use it to cover raw seams if you want id imagine

i actually ended up not needing to do this in the garment i was making because my pattern drafting was that good but its definitely up there on my list of techniques to try!! (im actaully not sure why i didnt need to on the dress, it was low at the front AND the back which is just a fucking nightmare honestly- im guessing its because i used a super stiff/structured lining? or my bias binding on the neckline essentially did the same thing???? idk)

(i am going to also take this opportunity to show off that dress because im shameless- best viewed at low res so take this photo i took of the cat from halfway across the room, oh the dress is there too. theres a lot im proud of on this one, but even more want to redo, but thats for another year day)

if you want actual information on this technique and not just half remembered ramblings from a person that never actually did it, i believe the best instructions i read were in 'Couture Sewing Techniques', and that it might be in 'Authentic Victorian Dressmaking Techniques' also, but im not sure on that one

girl help [i am experiencing an overwhelming urge to talk about my Interest, but have nothing to talk about]

[kaidans-alenko]

If you're doing them, #7 for the physical affection prompts.

#7- squishing cheeks

I needed an excuse to write some garenko and I thought this prompt was perfect for them, so thank you 🥰

Garrus watched Kaidan as he slept next to him, running his talons through Kaidan's thick black hair and down his face, stopping at his cheek. Humans were softer than turians were, krogans referred to them as squishy and while that wasn't the word he would use, he could see where they were coming from.

Garrus gently poked his cheek with a claw, pausing to see if it woke him up, it didn't. This time he instead pinched Kaidan's cheek, not hard enough to hurt but he was amazed with how soft the skin was there in comparison to the rest of him. Kaidan woke up as Garrus squished his cheeks together, annoyed that his boyfriend had interrupted his nap "Do you need something?" 

"Sorry Kai," He said as he pulled away "you humans are just so soft."

Kaidan rubbed his cheek "Compared to turians maybe." He loved Garrus, but the claws he had in place of fingers definitely took getting used to, for a few reasons. 

Garrus moved Kaidan's hand away, taking it in his own as he leaned closer, placing a kiss on the other man's cheek.

"Why are humans like that?" Garrus asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him.

"Well we are mostly water." Kaidan replied, it wasn't much of an explanation but it seemed to satisfy the turian.

Garrus nodded and pinched his cheek again, pulling gently "Does that hurt?"

Kaidan sighed "Not really but you are reminding me of my grandmother right now." 

Garrus withdrew his claw "Sorry you're just so-"

"Soft?" Kaidan interrupted.

"Yeah!"

Kaidan laughed and Garrus took him in his arms, their foreheads pressing together "Sorry for waking you up." 

Kaidan shrugged "It's fine, you were cute so I'll let it slide this time." Kaidan wasn't sure turians could blush but the flare of Garrus' mandibles got his feelings across just as well.