#i can't be bothered to make backgrounds have mercy

[dont-cognize-my-existence]

hi!!,,, uh

i felt like my blog was pretty empty, and then i thought hm what would make it less empty, so, art!! it's literally one of the first time i post art online and i chose tumblr and genshin please do not question my choices

i just think they should be happy!!! and i feel like Kazuha just keeps adopting those sad people to chill with him. oh your friend died? while you clearly hated him? you think humans are inherently bad? come, cuddle with me

it's only modern au cuz i wanted to give Kazuha a hoodie

[trueebeauty]

could you do dating hcs for Gun with sfw + nsfw too, pleaseee (●'◡'●)

SFW - soft, casual

Gun is not one to openly express his emotions. In a relationship, he's the silent observer, always keeping a close eye on your needs and feelings, even if he doesn’t always verbalize it.

He notices the little things about you—how you take your coffee, your favorite way to unwind, and what makes you smile.

Gun’s protective instincts are heightened in a relationship. He ensures your safety and comfort at all times, whether it’s walking you home or stepping in if someone bothers you.

Given his intimidating aura, his presence is often enough to deter any potential threats.

Instead of over-the-top romantic stunts, Gun shows his love through acts of service. He's the kinda guy who'll fix things around your place, handle difficult situations for you, or bring you food when you’re too busy or tired to cook.

He's a man of few words, but Gun cherishes the quieter moments you share, content to bask in comfortable silence without needing constant conversation to fill the air.

Once you have Gun’s trust and affection, his loyalty is unwavering. He’s someone who stands by his partner through thick and thin, offering a strong and dependable presence in your life.

Betrayal is one of the few things that could sever that bond, so honesty and loyalty are non-negotiable in his eyes.

Given his background and expertise, Gun often takes on a mentor-like role in the relationship, especially if you share any of his interests or pursuits. He’s willing to teach and train you, but don’t expect him to go easy on you.

Gun’s expressions of affection are subtle yet deeply meaningful. A gentle touch on your back as you walk together, a rare but sincere smile when you’re alone, or a steadying hand in a crowd.

He might not be outwardly affectionate in public, but in private, his actions speak volumes about his feelings for you.

Gun is physically imposing, and he uses this to his advantage in your relationship. He loves the way you fit against him, whether it's during a comforting hug or while you're both just lounging around.

NSFW - mdni

Gun thrives on being in control and doing things with precision - he loves dominating you and having you at his mercy.

He's an attentive lover who gets a thrill out of exploring what really makes you tick. Every little touch, kiss, or whispered dirty talk that makes you shiver? He lives for that.

While he might not be vocal during intimate moments, his body language speaks volumes. The way he watches you with a dark, intense gaze, the firm grip of his hands on your hips, and the subtle shift in his breathing all express his desires.

He lets his actions do the talking, making each caress and thrust better than the last. With Gun, it's pure passion in motion.

Gun has an incredible sense of stamina and endurance. He can keep up a relentless pace, pushing you both to your physical limits before allowing any release.

Pushing your limits gets him going, but he's always tuned into your responses. He'll take you right to the edge, but knows just how far he can go.

Claiming you as his own is a big turn-on for Gun. Whether it's biting, gripping, or leaving other marks, he can't get enough of those visible reminders that you're his.

It's not just about control though - there's a primal, possessive need driving Gun to mark you as his territory in the most intimate way.

He has no issue taking you against a wall, over a surface, or anywhere that allows him complete access and control over your body.

Once the heat has died down, you get a glimpse of Gun's shockingly gentle side. Underneath that rugged exterior, he's an attentive, caring lover who makes sure you're completely comfortable and satisfied when it's all over.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands softly, his voice low and deep. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Does this feel good?” he murmurs against your neck, “Or should I keep going until you can’t take it anymore?”

He lets out a soft, guttural sound of approval as you arch against him. “Just like that,” he mutters, his hands gripping your waist firmly, guiding your movements.

[obsessiveagony2point0]

Oh, boy, it's you... That I lie with... As the world caves in...

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🛑 SPOILER WARNING 🛑

If you haven't read or looked up anything on The Sandman past the show, then don't read the little ficlet below the cut line.

I had this thought... What if instead of Dream dying the way he did...his body faded into a flurry of poppy petals..

Throw in some Hob and Dreamling...

He's spilled family blood. One of the few rules of the Endless. And he knows he doesn't have much time. As soon as Orpheus stopped breathing he could feel his body changing. He immediately teleports himself to Hob's dream, which whatever was happening vanishes and in it's place is a white background with nothing but a worn couch and a coffee table that holds 2 wine glasses and a few bottle of wine. Hob is confused, but happy to see his once friend now love. They sit, and they drink, and Hob talks, but the immortal knows something is the matter. Dream...isn't fully here with him...less so than usual. So...he asks. To his surprise, Dream answers. And it's the most gut wrenching answer Hob has ever received. He doesn't understand why Dream must be punished for being merciful to his child and says, "There must be a way to stop this!" Dream shakes his head. It doesn't matter. His body is already shifting, fading. As he says this, Hob watches as a poppy petal floats off Dream's shoulder, leaving nothing but a see through hole, as if Dream were nothing more than empty husk. Hob stares at Dream, his heart aching. Tears sting his eyes as more petals drift from Dream, pieces of his love floating away and it feels as if he can't gather enough air in his lungs. He gently holds Dream's face, afraid touching him would cause the Being to disappear faster, but to his relief it does not. Instead, Dream presses his pale cheek against Hob's worn, calloused hand, crystal tears pooling in the corners of those blue eyes and floating away with the petals. He pulls Dream into a kiss, tears running down his face as he can feel through it how very thing the Being's presence is in his hands and against his lips. He feels the whisper of a touch brush up his jaw to his cheek and Hob knows it's Dream's hand. Hob releases Dream's lips and presses his forehead against his love's, the lump in his throat making it hard to breathe. He stared into those beautiful blue nebula's, but in the corner of his eye he can see more and more petals and can feel less and less of Dream. His heart nearly stops as those blue eyes close. An exhale of a sigh echoes around them and then...Dream's form is no more. A cloud of poppy petals is all that is in front of Hob, floating away into the emptiness of the dream. Hob reaches up after them. As the remaining petals in his presence leave, they wind and twist up his arm and hand, the softness of them like a lover's farewell touch before they float well out of his reach. He watches them for as long as he can, as best as he can, because his vision blurred from tears that didn't seem to stop. When they're out of sight, he whispers, "Goodnight, love..." Hob awakes to the darkness of his bedroom, tears pouring down his face. He turns on his side, curls into a ball, and sobs. Heaven shattering cries and sobs and screams that he doesn't bother trying to muffle. Why should he cover his pain...let the world hear. Let the world hear the mourning of an Endless.

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

good pet

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader word count: 1170 warnings: smut, dom tae, sub reader, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, explicit language, rough sex, oral sex, sir kink, deepthroating, creampie, desk sex, mafia!tae AO3 A/N: request - Hiiiii! Omg a mafia!Taehyung oneshot..with some smut in his office…😈👀💕✨ Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Today had been a good night.

Three of his major rivals had bowed to him, begging on their lives for mercy - Taehyung liked to think of himself as a merciful person so, of course, he let them live.

Well, the few ones he let alive would be reprogrammed so that they would know better than to betray him, never know when they can be useful. The others… he hoped they got to say goodbye to their loved ones before he showed up.

He was even nice enough to keep their drugs and weapons, can't leave things like that laying around, could end up in the wrong hands or the police.

He wasn't even bothered that his new suit was ruined with specks of his rivals' blood, an ends to a means, and the information he got in return was a valuable one.

Overall a good night, but Taehyung knew he could be better.

That's why he send for you as soon as he stepped foot in the building.

He sat in his office sipping on whiskey, a large desk separating him from his six most trustworthy members, which one giving their option on how to proceed next but Taehyung wasn't listening to a word, their voices falling into background noise as his thoughts took front stage.

He could deal with work stuff first thing in the morning, right now he just wanted to celebrate - his empire wasn't going to fall in ashes just for one night of most deserved fun.

On cue, there was a knock at the door - all eyes were on him, knowing how much he hated being disturbed during a meeting - 'Enter' was heard and you immediately stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly and standing by it, awaiting his next order.

He took noticed that you were wearing his favorite dress and a pink collar with a heart pendant - he trained you well on how to behave after a successful mission.

"Leave." usually he would have no problem reminding everyone who you belonged to, especially when somebody else touched you, but tonight wasn't one of those days.

The sound of the door closing made him spread his legs apart. Seeing this made you start walking in his direction, dropping to your knees before him, your hands running up and down on his thighs.

"Good night?"

"Amazing." he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "But I know something that could make it better."

"Yes sir." you were quick to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling both them and his underwear down to knees, finding him already hard despite you barely doing anything.

Wrapping your hands around his member, gripping it and letting your hands stroke it softly, your eyes on him as precum oozed from the tip.

Flattening your tongue along the underside of his shaft, licking the tip of his cock with only the tip of your tongue before sucking it.

With a growl, his hand gripping the back of your neck tightly, pulling you away and forcing you to face him. "Get to work pet."

He forced you to take his cock all the way down your throat, gripping your hair so you couldn't pull back. Your eyes filling with tears as you worked on breathing properly.

Taehyung pulled you out, letting you regain some air in your lungs before doing it again. Beginning to thrust into your mouth and bobbing your head at his own pace - he knew you could take it.

Doing your best to relax your throat at his punishing pace, you continuously moan around him as tears begin to fall once again, and drool drips down your chin, pressing your thighs together trying to get some sort of relief as groans and praises leave his mouth.

He looks down at you - desperate, tears running down your face, mouth stuffed with cock as a mix of drool and his precum runs down your chin, eyes filled with devotion and want for more - Taehyung could cum from this image alone, all of it pushing him towards the edge.

But this wasn't how he wanted to end the night.

He pulls you out of him and lets go of the grip on your hair, you gasped as air filled your lungs, trying to regulate your breathing.

"Lay on the desk pet."

At his order you got up as best you could and bend over the desk, laying your head against it and pushing your dress higher.

"No underwear?" he inserted two fingers into you, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. "Were you expecting me tonight?"

"H-Had a f-feeling." you moaned as he curled his fingers and sucked your clit.

"You're so wet for me, you deserve a reward for being such a good pet for me."

His hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he slammed into you without warning, making you arch your back as you cried out.

Smiling at the sound, he pulls out before doing it again, each thrust given with force and precision, and each cry and moan he pulled out of you being music to his ears.

Your nails scratched the top of the desk once he started pounding the spot that made you see stars.

As the familiar knot in your stomach started to grow, you felt a sharp sting on one of your cheeks. "Louder pet! I want everyone to know who you belong to." he gripped your hair and pulled you against him.

With your back against his chest as his cock drilled into you, moving you closer and closer towards the edge, you felt one of his hands wrap around your neck as the other rubbed circles on your clit.

"Cum for me pet."

Moan after moan of his name was all that left your mouth as your orgasm hit you, making your body feel like jello as his thrusts became sloppier.

"Please sir, please cum inside." Taehyung kept his rough and fast pace before he stilled inside of you, filling you up and making you moan at being stuffed full of his cum.

Regaining his breath, he pulled out of you and leaned on his chair, pulling you with him and making take a seat on his lap.

As you felt his hands passing through your hair, you leaned your head against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist, tiredness hitting you. "You okay? I wasn't too rough?"

"It was perfect baby." he wrapped an ar around your form, pulling you closer to him and pecked the top of your head, making you give him a tired smile.

You loved these moments with him.

He could be such a ruthless and heartless man with the type of life he had but during moments like this, when it was just the two of you and he was allowed to be himself.

You were the bright star in this cruel world that shined down on him.

And Taehyung would do everything in his power to keep it that way.

[aerysamultifandom]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Plot: You are now a part of the Targaryen Family, but one day as you fell asleep in your bed,at the Red Dungeon, you woke up in your couch...you were sad. But don't forget, a Targaryen always comes back to the crown...

Characters: Yandere!Targaryen (platonic), Ser Criston,Ser Harwin and some secondery characters.

Relationship: Rhaenyra x reader x Daemon (I can't choose so you'll be with both)

Numbers of words: 3.3k

sequel to lost

The months have passed and it has now been a year since you arrived. You had grown and changed, your character was hardened with the life you led in court, and, you had befriended Rhaenyra who was now one of your best friends. You were also close to Daemon and now it was almost impossible to see you without the company of one of them. Ser Harwin was standing by you the whole time and you were starting to see him as the father you never had. You also began to unleash a relationship with your dragon that was still small, this dragon helped you to show your legitimacy to the people, if you had a dragon, you were worthy to belong to the Targaryen family.

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You were walking in the fast-paced hallways, you were still late for dinner, if only all these men could stop making you inappropriate demands, you knew full well that all you had to do was describe them at dinner and they’d be gone the next day. This thought made you smile, it would not be a bad thing, Daemon was never merciful towards those who dared to attack you. You came to the door and walked in without knocking, you joined them every night for a year, they were used to you being late. Rhaenyra rose to welcome you with a hug, after that, you took a seat at the table. The discussion of the evening focused on the enemies of the crown and what everyone had done with their day.

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At the end of dinner, you left quickly, you were tired, you had spent your day with Ser Harwin, and he had you wandering the streets of the city, the walk had you tired but you were happy, you had returned with a beautiful necklace made of money. You pushed the door of your room, and went to bed, before sleeping, your last thought was for your dragon. You thought you had to go to him the next day, to continue to create the bond between you, then you quickly fell asleep, nestling in the blankets.

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You woke up, your eyes slowly opening so that you would realize you were back in your living room. You froze, had it been only a dream? You see before you, the end of the episode of "The House of The Dragon", the one you started just an hour ago. You got up, shaky, why were you back? To console yourself, you tell yourself that this dream was the most real you ever had, you felt everything, pain, joy, fear. You walked slowly towards your kitchen, it was not late, only, it was the beginning of the evening. With a sigh, you took your cat in your arms and went to your room, expecting to go to bed. Yet you did not sleep at night, every time you tried, Rhaeneyra and Daemon came back in your mind, would you ever see them again? And how would they react to your disappearance?

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When you got up the next day, your eyes were red, it had been only a dream, why did it affect you so much? Getting ready and out of your apartment, ready for a new day. Finally, the months went by and you wouldn’t have fallen asleep again watching an episode of your favorite show. However, on a rainy afternoon in September, you decided to watch some new episodes. You settled comfortably in front of your television, your cat on your lap, a smile on your lips. Your smile widens when you see Rhaenyra and Daemon appear on the screen, since this dream, the two had preserved a special place in your heart. You felt reassured and began to fall asleep with their voices in the background.

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You woke up when you felt that you were being carried by someone, your head was resting on the person’s shoulder, oddly, it didn’t bother you. You took a little more concscien when you started sliding, so you clung to your wearer’s cape and heard a light laugh. "Do not fear my lady, I will not let you fall"you quickly recognized this voice, Ser Harwin, wait, you were back? You started wanting what the man let you down and he didn’t resist. You quickly laid one foot on the ground, turning towards Ser Harwin and came to hug him, putting your arms around his belly, and coming to lay your head on his armor, he gently embraced you back. After a few moments, you stepped back and mumbled an excuse, he laughed softly "don’t worry, I missed you too"

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"I think some people will be happy to see you again" he spoke softly, a bit for himself. "Oh?" You asked hesitantly, he nodded, "Yes, Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon were…devastated when you disappeared, Why are you gone?" You leaned your head to the side, "I didn’t choose to leave…I was forced to." Ser Harwin is stopping and then it’s turning to you, lips pinching and dark eyes. "Who forced you? It’s a crime to do this to a member of the royal family," you pitifully lowered your head "I can’t tell you." Indeed, how do you explain that you woke up in your living room? how do you explain that you disappeared overnight? He whom you would consider as your father put his hand under your chin for you to look at him, "Please tell me, you are under the protection of the royal family, the one who forced you will be punished precisely."

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"I know…but I’m not ready to tell you." He relaunched your chin and nodded his head "Fine, but if you decide to tell anyone, go tell Daemon or me, we will take care of this man." You smile softly, although you did not miss the cruelty of the court, you were happy to know that here people loved you and wanted to protect you. "Thank you Ser Harwin, I will," you spoke softly, with a smile on your face. He looked up and looked at something behind you, a smile appeared on his lips, "I told you that the princess would be happy to see you again," you didn’t understand and finally, you turned towards the direction he was pointing.

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You were surprised to see a young woman with blond hair running towards you and, fortunately, Ser Harwin was behind you because Rhaenyra came to wrap her arms around your belly with force. You stumbled a little, but Ser Harwin’s body managed to hold you back. The princess had buried her head in your neck, your blond hair tickling her nose, yet she seems to care, and you can’t help but embrace her back, happy to see her again. "I missed you…where were you? You’ve been gone for six months." , you backed up and shook your head "I’m sorry I can’t tell you" you repeated what you told Ser Harwin, she shook her head and took your hand "Come, I’m sure Daemon and father will be happy to see you again!" ; "Daemon is there?" You asked with a happy voice "Of course, He arrived this week to talk business with my father" she spoke softly walking towards the royal apartments.

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You smile beautifully, you’ll see Daemon again! and Rhaenyra just gave you a hug, you couldn’t be happier! When you heard the door open, Rhaenyra brought you in after her, "Father, my uncle! Someone wants to see you!" She spoke as she walked towards the table where the two men were discussing. They turned their heads to you, the eyes of the two men filled with joy, though for different reasons. One loved you as a father loves his daughter, while the other loved you as a lover loves his wife, no matter, for the moment you didn’t know how the two men felt about you. Viserys was the first to rise to greet you, he did so very formally, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Welcome home,y/n" Daemon offered you one of his rare real smiles, those that were brighter than the sun. "It’s good to see you again y/n", he said.

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"Thank you, my lords" you lowered your head as a sign of respect, you heard a light laugh from Daemon, "You don’t have to do that, did you forget that you were part of the family?" He spoke softly as you raised your head, blushing. after all these months you had forgotten that you were part of the royal family, indeed, in our world you were considered a normal person. Viserys sat down and turned to his brother "I think you could go and show/n how her dragon has grown, Rhaenyra can accompany you, but be back before dinner" he was talking to you, Daemon and Rhaenyra as if you were all 5 years old. This thought made you laugh but Rhaenyra took your hand to get out of the room, Daemon and Ser Harwin behind you.

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You and Rhaenyra ran into the corridors, Daemon and Ser Harwin following you, people bowing in your way, but you weren’t paying attention, you were eager to see your dragon again and you were accompanying people who mattered most to you. Horses were waiting for you in the yard so that you could join where the dragons were, you and Rhaenyra decided to make a race, the first to arrive won! The horses started galloping, their hooves vibrating the earth under their feet, unfortunately for you, Rhaenyra passed you quickly even if you followed her closely. However, it seems that you were too focused on your race to see a fallen trunk. The horse of Rhaenyra stopped abruptly, refusing to jump over the trunk, which caused Rhaenyra to be sent into the air, falling further on the dirt road. You, who followed her closely, also had yourself thrown into the air by the abrupt stop of your horse and you fell not far from her.

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You quickly got up, but after the shock you received at the head made you shake, you shook your head to try to remove the blurred vision you had. You felt a hand on your arm and you took it, you felt that someone was helping you sit down you didn’t balk and you sat down. little by little, your sight returned to its normal state, you finally discerned three faces looking at you with a worried look, Daemon was in front of you while Ser Harwin and Rhaenyra were behind him."-you okay?" You frowned, realizing that your hearing was coming, too, you shook your head. They seemed relief as you stood up, Daemon putting an arm around your waist to help you. You quickly rejoined your horses and resumed your journey, the end of the journey was slow, Rhaenyra and you surrounded by Daemon and Ser Harwin.

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When you arrived, Rhaenyras quickly got off his horse, Ser Harwin and Daemon following her as you walked behind them, silently. To be honest, your fall had calmed you down and you were not so excited to see your dragon again, the three did not seem to have noticed that you stayed behind. Rhaenyra is to head straight to Syrax, greeting her as you would with your cat. You stayed near Ser Harwin, waiting for Rhaenyra to finish hugging his dragon. You needed them to find yours, you didn’t know where it was. Eventually, Daemon came to you to direct you to another place. In the distance a roar could be heard, Ynar, your dear dragon seemed to have recognized you! You advanced towards him, followed by Daemon. A smile appeared on your face when the dragon approached you.

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The afternoon passed quickly and it was time to return if you wanted to be on time for dinner. The way back was slow too, you were tired enough and that’s why you found yourself sitting in front of Daemon, eyes closed, your back against his chest, ready to sleep against him. and that’s what you did, you fell asleep a little before you came to town and you woke up only when you felt you were being laid down on the ground. "Did you travel well?" asked Daemon with an arrogant smile. He knew the answer. You scolded before blushing, making Rhaenyra laugh. You quickly apologized before you went to your room to change clothes. When you arrived at the door of the royal apartments, you were on time for once. As usual, you entered without knocking, joining the large table where you were welcomed by Alicient Hightower who smiles at you.

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The dinner went on in joy and good humor, you drank more wine than ever that evening, once drunk enough, you started shamelessly flirting with Daemon and Rhaenyra, yes, alcohol made you brave. Both responded in their own way, but they seemed to appreciate your remarks, you really felt that there was only 3 you in the room, the others not interfering in your discussion. When the time came for you to go to bed, the sun was rising on the horizon. As you walked down a hallway towards your room, you felt that you were being dragged to a dark place but too tired you did not resist.

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Before you had time to understand what was going on, lips were on yours, they looked hungry, you felt they were looking to explore your mouth. You moan, why did this person have to be so good? Despite you were tired you quickly recognized the smells that surrounded you, blond hair, beautiful eyes. Daemon. When you wanted to answer, you felt that another person was pulling you towards her, this time her lips were softer and sweeter, it didn’t take you long to understand what was happening as you felt Daemon’s chest behind you, you were caught in the trap between the two Targaryens but you didn’t mind. "Sweet kitten, didn’t you think you’d get away with it?" Daemon’s voice growled softly in your ear, his breath made you shudder. " Daemon is right, princess" added Rhaenyra in a gentle tone. You nodded your head but suddenly a noise caught your attention. A man stood at the end of the way, Ser Sawen. He seemed surprised at what he was seeing and hurried away.

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You say nothing, fatigue catching up with you, you let your back lean against Daemon’s chest. "We can continue tomorrow, it’s not a problem, but someone seems to be tired." In his words you felt that you were being lifted into the arms of Daemon. Your yeus closed and you fell asleep, you snuggled up against Daemon, making him laugh. He and Rhaenyra brought you back to your room and put you on your bed, but before they turned around, they heard your tired voice. "Please stay, please…" They turned around, before they looked at each other , no matter what happens tomorrow, they’ll sleep with you tonight, they came to slip into your bed one on each side and it’s snuggled up against each other that you finally fell asleep, Lull by the breathing of both, a smile could be seen on your sleeping face.

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The next morning was quite funny…indeed, when you woke up surrounded by the arms of Daemon and with the head of Rhaenyra, you blushed, but really, you were so red that you could have been mistaken for a tomato. Your two lovers were still deeply asleep while your cheeks and ears were burning, you clearly could not move. This position made your heart beat faster, it had been your dream for a long time and you had never thought that it would one day come true. Hesitant, you came to put your hand in Rhenyra’s hair, caressing them gently, she snuggled up against you, enjoying your caresses. After a good ten minutes, you felt Daemon move behind you, he came to bury his head in your neck, sighing gently. This simple breath made you shiver, how did it do? You said nothing but gave up a sigh when you felt a kiss pressed against your neck.

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Instictively, you came to put your hand in Daemon’s hair, bringing him closer to your neck, you felt him smile against you. He then laid his head on yours, looking at his niece still asleep on your chest. "Why don’t you wake her?" he asked you in a low voice, being careful not to wake up Rhaenyra. "Because she is adorable when she sleeps…I can ask you a question, Daemon?" He looked down at you, urging you to continue. "Why are you and Rhaenyra in my bed?" He let a little laugh slip away, "Well, I think you don’t remember last night’s party, but let’s say you said a lot of sweet words to me and Rhaenyra." You nodded your head, asking yourself inside what you could have said to them so that they would end up in your bed. " Then you thought you could get away with it and you left, fortunately Rhaenyra and I managed to catch up with you and…we returned your affection to you." You blushed again, you knew very well what the man meant by that.

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"Don’t blush, sweet nightingale, I must say that your lips taste very good" he tells you with a smile before putting a kiss on your cheek. It was finally at this moment that you felt that Rhaenyra was waking up, she raised her head towards you with a smile on her lips "Good morning Rhaenyra" you said to her with a smile, coming to spread a blonde strand of her face. She pulled herself up a little more to stick her lips on yours, you smile against her and deepen the kiss, winning an irritating grunt from Daemon. "And me then?" He spoke like a child who saw his brother receiving a gift when he received nothing. You detached yourself from the lips of Rhaenyra to turn your head and come to kiss those of Daemon. After that little game where both of you were claiming your lips, you sat on the bed. "I think it’s time we got up, we stayed late in bed." Both members of the royal family pouted, they wanted to stay with you!

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But you eventually managed to get them out of your bed, and also out of your room, but it wasn’t easy, the two did everything so that you didn’t get them out in the hallway! You finally succeed by promising them they could come back tonight but Daemon insisted that it be in his that you sleep next night. You nodded your head, the two finally going away (after giving you a lot,lots of kisses). Your day went by monotonously, you couldn’t get your two lovers out of your head. When evening finally arrived, you hurried to join the two in Daemon’s room, you had a smile on your face. When you entered, you did not bother to strike and you quickly spotted Daemon and Rhaenyra alonger on the bed, you jumped in their arms, snuggling between them. You spent all the evenings that followed in this way, between their arms, between their bodies, pressing against their lips that explored your body. You couldn’t be happier!

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But be careful, little nightingale…the coming ages are dark, don’t fly too fast or you’ll break a wing. Little Bird, beware the enemy lurking in the shadows, the dragon will not always be able to protect you…

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Thanks you so much for reading ! I hope you enjoyed reading it ! have a good day, geros ilas ! by the way, i can had you to the taglist if you wish, just comment :)

[dancingupontheclouds]

the goddess and the fly

or: a woman that is jealous of the liveliness of a fly.

a/n: please do not steal my work, republish and/or claim as yours. thank you. <3

Darkness surrounds me. It is silent as I breathe it in; let it consume me. My room is messy but it doesn't smell. There is only one thing rotting in my room. I can't bear to look at it. I've broken all the mirrors. There's nothing, yet everything is too much. That is when I notice her. She announces herself with a faint buzz in the background. My neck cracks and hurts as I peel my staring eyes from the ceiling.

Right at the bright gap below the blinds, she crashes stupidly into window again, again, and again. I see her trying. I watch her failing. I witness her sense for survival; the instinct to live and it makes me wonder if an unconscious, dumb, fought-for life is as valuable as my conscious, aching, unwanted one. My jaw tightens. She annoys me. How did she get in her in the first place? It's her fault. She doesn't need to bother me with her struggle.

But she tries again just to bump into glass once more. I could open the window, let her out, set her free, spare her life but she wouldn't know. She wouldn't make me her God. She wouldn't pray for-- to me. So I don't.

My gaze is stuck on her, rapid eyes following her movements and I'm livid. Why won't she just give up, fall to the floor, curl up and die? At what point does an instinct become a will? She becomes slower, her buzzing suddenly a low, soothing sound. My angry heart feels heavy as she lands on the window to rest, the buzzing gone. Good.

One of my fingers reaches out to touch her, slowly. I don't know why. Startled, she takes off with a panicked buzz, crashes into every wall, every corner, every crevice of my room in seconds and I cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut because I cannot take it; cannot stand to hear her fighting for her life when it's so insignificant. I roll on my side to face the wall and when I open my eyes again, she is right there. We're eye to eye and the longer I look at her, the more I think I can see her breathing, gasping for life. My eyes shift a little to the left, her right, and the window is there, still closed. As we look at each other, I soften at the sight of the little creature depending on the mercy of the woman in front of her. “I'm sorry”, I whisper. It must have been hell for her. This time, she crawls down the wall, closer to me and I ponder whether it is trust or coincidental. How similar can we be? Maybe we are alike. The little fly stops and tiredly rubs her front legs together to get the dirt off her, free herself from my room, wash me off her. Even in her rough state she gets ready to taste life again, to expand her palette like the greedy, stupid animal she is. We are not the same.

She is a fly and I am a woman. She cannot think which is all I do. She wants to live and I hate her for it.

So naturally, she doesn't expect it when my flat palm hits her fragile body. A loud slap hisses through the room, echoes in my ears, when she bursts beneath my skin.

When I take my hand away, I expect her to fall, except she doesn't. She sticks to the wall in a bloody mush.

Her blood graces my palm, a reminder of life just millimetres above my own veins. Even in death she is more alive than me. The thought of lapping it up to indulge her spirit – make it mine – crosses my mind before my face pulls together in disgust and I wipe the rest of her next to her crushed, bleeding body. Now there's two things rotting in my room and for a second I think of getting up and wiping her away, to cease her existence forever, to flush her down the drain for she is the reminder of my ungodly, jealous soul and I think that maybe breathing it in, consuming all that darkness, I've sucked it out of this room completely and have become it as I turn away to face the ceiling again.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Picrew Tag | Tagged by @dumbassdep @cassietrn and @trench-rot to try this one <3

Featured: Deputy Sabrina Donovan / Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley

Now I'm almost certain I had done the picrew for Sabrina ages ago, but I can't be bothered to look for the old image :D, so here's a new one (outfit wise, pretty sure I remember which clothes I used last time). The hair options were pretty limited (same for eyes), so I tried to make do with whatever was available, esp for Sabrina. Mercedes on other hand is kinda accurate (dimples, curly hairstyle, dress if you ignore the strawberries).

The usual: added a background that suits them more.

Not sure who's done this one already, tagging a couple of people, sorry if you have :D

@poisonedtruth @socially-awkward-skeleton @madparadoxum @theelderhazelnut @shegetsburned @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @detectivelokis @jacobsneed @vampireninjabunnies-blog @jinfromyarikawa @clicheantagonist @direwombat @voidika @adelaidedrubman @strangefable and anyone that sees this and wants to do the tag <3

[moonlightknightess]

So... do y'all remember that time I said I wanted to write smth featuring EreHisu x YumiKasa? Welp, it's finally here lol Took me really long to deliver it huh I tried to do them both equally right, but since I did this as Hisu-centric I think it ended up mostly as EreHisu with background YumiKasa 😅 Maybe I will try to give it another go in the future, this time more centered in Ymir, whether I get too bothered about it or whether I get asked for it, whatever happens first lol

Anyways, not proof read! Hope you enjoy! CW: Swingers/EreMika Open Relationship

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. Ever since she met Ymir back in high school, Historias has always thought of her as a carefree soul that wouldn't let herself be caged down by anything or anyone, the kind of person who always took every decision for their own contentment and nothing more And in a way, it attracted her, it made her feel down bad for her in a way that no one was able to, she was everything that she desired to be after all

It was the reason why when she hit rock bottom and she went out of her way to raise her with just the mere use of those damn words, she couldn't help but see her as the only person she would willingly live life with

No matter how her life changed in ways that could never be undone, no matter of much her father loathed her for defying his will, nor how much she had to endure for becoming the "worst girl in the world", nothing mattered as long as she was along her side, not even how wild she was as a person and partner

And yet, she can't help but think about how come she let Ymir convince her to try foursome swingers

Now, this wasn't the first time they have ever brought someone else to their bed, quite the opposite actually, it has been quite recurrent ever since her lover came out with the idea for the first time a few months ago

It was certainly shocking at first, though, nothing she has ever thought about before at all, but it wouldn't be a lie to say that she started to get more interested in it the more she pondered about it, sooner than not ending up with the two of them bringing this girl from Ymir's workplace to their bed and having their first ever experience with someone other than each other

The more the merrier, right?

Still, she can't help but think about drawing the line at some point As much as she loves this side of Ymir that brings her freedom and a nice 180-degree turn to her life as a whole, there is so much mess she was willing to let her girlfriend drag her into Especially when, instead of calling it a day the moment she realizes that said girl won't make it to their monthly night, Ymir decides that it would be a good idea to invite Mikasa out of all the girls they both know The fact that Eren, her boyfriend, came along too, heightened things to the next level

She can only blame Ymir's fixation on the Asiatic girl here, her desire strong enough to make her agree to drag her into this madness regardless of Erens presence, something she knows Ymir wouldn't allow even if her life depended on it

Nonetheless, here she was, her queen-sized bed creaking in pain at the combined weights of four people on top at the same time, the main event coming in the form of tosses and turns from Mikasa's and Ymir's bodies fighting for dominance, making her fear it will break to the ground at any second, at the same time it provided her a sight to behold, the performance they both seemed lost into sending shivers through her body

It was simply too mesmerizing spectacle, to see Ymir subdue herself to someone else's will in a way that she never saw her do even once, the very snarky persona that she showed off on her daily life and every time they were in bed crumpling down at the mere intrusion of Mikasa's fingers in her nether regions, the nasty sound of wet slippery skin being stirred mixing so well along her breathy moans, the ones she tried so hard to cover up and yet managed to blurt out of her almost as a plea of mercy

Maybe it was because it was so foreign to her, how unusual it is for her to see her lover's toned, glistening legs twitch so hard by the furious finger pumps Mikasa forces on her bottom to the point it starts to make her concerned of her well being, to see her make those huge gasps of air that show just how desperate she was getting Whether from wanting her to stop or keep going, she doesn't know

-Not so tough now, huh? - She hears Mikasa say, a soft whisper that didn't match the intensity of her gaze on her, the intensity in which he stirred Ymir's insides as mere putty in her hands, the intensity in which she overcovered all her senses in every way she could, from sneaky hands tearing her down to hot scorching hickeys on her neck, all the way through a hot embrace that served more as a way for Mikasa to be in full control, rather than a show of affection - So much of boasting about showing me "how to please a woman properly" -

- S-shut up! - Ymir fought back, or at least tried to, her attempt to respond coming short and instantly threw down, Mikasa's instincts snapping instantly at the slightest hint of rebellion Ymir seemed too fond of, her skilled fingers caressing all the right spots for Ymir to let out the loudest moan she made so far, her opened mouth offering an invitation for Mikasa to take, her tongue already savoring everything she had to offer

She really can’t point out when this tension between the two started, for all she could tell from their interactions, it almost felt like it has always been like this, ever since she met both in High School a few years ago, the brunette already well-known by their current group of friends for taking a liking  in the Asiatic girl and making it know with bold innuendos and daring suggestions that were responded with mere indifference by her part, making everyone wonder whether she enjoyed being the object of her attention secretly or maybe just she didn’t want to bother giving her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her Still, she just knows there was something about them two that just started to unfold right there, and the more she thinks about it, the more It turns her on in such a powerful, terrifying way, beyond what should be the norm, quick, sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through her spine all the way up to her lustful drunken head, lithe fingers rubbing her aroused core in other to get rid of this hellish feeling that starts to grow stronger the more she dwells into the marvelous sight they offer.

The sight in which moonlight collides with her lover's tannish, sweat-shinning skin, landing perfectly on her shaking bosom, erratically moving by the combined effort of her laboring breath expanding her chest, struggling to send oxygen up her head, Mikasa’s bottomless hunger for her lips taking the best out of her, lips so flushed together to the point it starts to get swollen bright red, teeth clashing together occasionally as they do so

It makes her close her thighs on reflex, her gummy walls tightening at the phallic-like obstruction settled right on her deepness in hopes of relieving themselves in any kind of way, and it’s only when she hears a - Jesus fuck - muttered right against the shell of her ear that she suddenly realizes that she wasn’t alone here, Eren’s presence making itself present as the hold of reality she seemed to lose so long ago 

- Enjoying the view? - He mocks, words once again muffled against her skin, this time basking itself in his hot breath, a cheeky bite right on the crook of her neck that sends shivers down her spine, settling right where he is buried inside her and increasing her arousal to limits that shouldn’t be reachable, his hand rubbing soothing circles right on her core, worsening her state

It embarrasses her just how much she got lost in the flow of the moment to the point where she forgot about his presence altogether, the sudden realization of his proximity raising goosebumps all around her body, the sudden itch of where he is stabbing her coming stronger than ever, toes curling just at the mere movement of his hips trying to reposition himself robbing the air out of her

Truth be told, it’s not like Eren made any effort into participating at all, instead choosing to be a mere spectator and dragging her along as he did, piercing her on his shaft as he forced her to sit down on his lap, the initial thrust sending her into a blissful turmoil that sooner than later became pure torture

The kind of torture that raises your hopes up to deliberately shatter them down right after

The kind of torture that has her enjoying the wonders and unique experiences that brings sharing herself with other people outside her partner, but at the same time not really fulfilling those fantasies yet

The kind of torture that is all about teasing relentlessly, to arouse her from the inside, his manhood reaching so deep in her guts and stirring them with such an ease that it bothers her just how little he has to do in order to make her lose her mind, the sole notion of his possessive hands roaming around her body turning her nerves on fire and the blood running through her veins boil like molten lava, slowly melting her alive from the inside to the point where it destroys all her walls, the restrictions she put herself crumpling down and caution thew to the wind as she decides she can’t take this anymore 

That’s why, the moment she sees Mikasa make her downtown, wrapping her hands around Ymir’s quivering thighs as she does so, she has to turn her head away, face pressed against the wall of hard muscles right behind her as she hears the sharp moan her girl made, her own doubts becoming true as her deepness becomes moister at the sound of her girlfriend being serviced, the sound of her moans making her shudder on reflex, just as she is used to

There is simply no way she is enduring this anymore, at least not without finding some kind of comfort in hopes to bear with it, her own hips moving on their own as they decide that there is nothing stopping them from getting what she wants, wobbly legs trembling as she unsheathes herself from Eren and-

- What are you doing? - He whispers once again against her frail skin, turning it rosy pink when it meets the warmth his mouth emanates, voice so eerie calm and gentle it contrasts so well with the blazing hold that his hand pressures on her jaw, snatching her out of her hideout and forcing her to look just how much of a mess she did on her own To make her witness just how wet she made him, his crotch swallowed in a puddle of her release, so shiny in her arousal it makes his manhood so red in lustful rage, perfectly aligned with her slit despite her quivering legs threatening to fall at any second, the whole thing making her ponder whether even all of this was too much for him to stand anymore

- Eren… - She whines, her legs rubbing up and down on his shaft and getting a breathless moan out of him, and for a second it feels like she has gone back to her old Christa self again, the one that was good at playing pretend, and the one that made (almost) everyone fall for her, sending him a pleading gaze as she did everything she could just so she can get what she wants - Please… - - Please what? -  He asks right back, yet again playing oblivious as one of his hands plays forces her bottom half down, the tortuous ache she feels on her crotch worsening the more he starts to pressure it down, stealing the very breath out of her - Use your words, sweetheart, tell me exactly what do you want -

And she can’t help but find herself at a loss for words when confronted about her desires, the very tone of finality that send his voice making her aware now more than ever just how much she wishes for Mikasa to make her feel at least a fraction of the mind-blowing bliss Ymir must be feeling at the moment, with her half libbed eyes and her labored breath and her sweat-slicked skin and- Jesus fuck, she would kill if that meant letting her feel something- anything at this point Would do anything to be in Mikasa’s position, to be oh so gracefully collected and yet so wrapped up in endless desire, to make her love feel the things she is always used to doing for her, to make her crumple down in the same way she did, to be able to stare at Ymir right in the eyes and make her choke on her words with the slightest flick of her finger, to dwell herself in the heightened ego she would cause with her little whimpers and her throaty moans But most importantly, right now, she only wants Eren to give her the best dicking she has ever experienced, just wants him to make the last half an hour's worth of teasing and foreplay successfully end in the aching legs and the fuzzy mind that she deserved getting for bearing with him for this long Because even if it meant to beg him in the most adsurdly theatrical way possible, just in the way his sadistic ass can deem decent enough, she just can’t bear any minute if this torture anymore, her mind just filled with the thought of him finally holding her by the hips hips and mercilessly spearing her on his manhood once and for all The last thing she wants is to get nothing out of this experience after all - …Please - She couldn’t hide the want in her voice even if she tried to, her mind state just bothering to let her true thoughts come out for once, her sweat covered body spinning easily against his own, hands placed firmnly against his pecs and back arching so dexterous it make her hips raise once again, careless of the view she must be creating for their partners right in front of them - Please fuck me, Eren -- Fuck me Hard -

And for a moment it seems enough, the wicked smile he dedicates to her making her blood run through her body faster, the hold he forces on her rear making her flinch and the way he spreads her lower lips apart deluling her into thinking they were finally getting started, the tell tale of his engorged tip finally meeting her moist and- - What do you think, Miks? - 

She can’t help but feel her heart stop for a second when she hears him call for his lover's attention, suddenly all the shame and embarrassment she was so foreign to moments ago washing over her as an ice bucket that suddenly brings her back to reality, the air impregnated in a deadly silence as she can tell perfectly the slurping and smooching sounds dying little by little until there is nothing, only her heart beats drumming against her ear and the tell-tale of Ymir’s panting lungs recovering their breath

And even when she tries to delude herself into thinking that Mikasa and Eren were probably just locking gaze into each other and that Ymir wasn’t totally seeking her exposed self- losing herself in the sight of her exposed center, her slit oozing already in lustful want and denied desire as his hands ever so slightly knead her mounds, prying them further open, she can’t help but feel a certain kind of arousment the moment she is placed in the spotlight like this- Harshly, out of the blue, without her intake taken in consideration at all, but at the same time a new kind of hot scorching sensation filling her to the brim And against her better judgement (and against her own mental estability, for that matter), even when she is aware that it would be a terrible idea if she were to do it, she can’t help but to turn her head back in their direction again, being met with the sight of two pair of eyes looking right back at her, the mix of uncertainty and curiosity both combined with something akin to eagerness, Ymir’s gaze once at the verge of tears and exhaustion softening cutely and shinning bright when it met hers, at the same time Mikasa seemed to fan herself into her attention, rosy pink tongue licking the remnants of her doings right on the outer lines of her plump lips, a solid gulp from her part preparing her for what she was about to say 

- You heard her, Eren - True to herself, her voice betrays no emotion, always straight to the point and stutterless as she says what is on her mind, a small fire kindled in her eyes as she locks gazes with her for a flash of a second, enough to send the message - Fuck her, Hard -And it takes no time for him to fulfill her request It takes him nothing to grab her by the hips up like she weighs less than the air, and shove her right back down It takes him nothing to make her beg to be more gentler, to make her beg him to let her take a break- to make her beg him to have mercy for her It takes him nothing to make her lose all the strength- to make legs shake like jelly and to make all the muscles in her body go taut at the same time It takes him no time to make her lose her voice, making her scream for more whenever she felt she was starting to slack and making her beg him to stop once he was overstimulating her on purpose It takes him no time to make her addicted to him in every sense of the world, the sheer power of his experience showing in the several times he has made her get off, making her go delirious on his cock, drool coming out of the corners of her mouth as he mercilessly pounds her from below, ballsack constantly clapping on her entrance and arms constricting her like a python, her small hands no match to his unyielding force, only feeling like loosening his hold once he makes sure she is fucked up in the only way he deems right, with her limbs scrambled all over him and her minds in only occupied with his name, way too exhausted to lift a single finger or let out a single word

And it's only there when she is so high and drunk in lust, that she is soo making sure to convince them to give it another go Hopefully, sooner than not…

[traumaticenby]

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Hi. I still don't understand what are you talking about. Could you communicate way more... understandable? For me your sentences don't make sense. /gen If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm very sorry.

[kebriones]

As a Greek i really liked Blood of Zeus. It's not a perfect series of course (they could not have the son of Zeus plot at all and show us only stories from the Gods), but compare to how Hollywood portrays the Gods of Olympus like in Heracles or...Lore Olympus, i must say they have done a decent job.

The directors are also Greek and they said they want to make this series many seasons, hopefully they do and they portray more accurate stories (if Netflix show them some mercy and not cancel it like many of their good shows like damn 😅 χτύπα ξύλο μην το ματιαξουμε)

Well I'm glad for you and that you enjoyed it! I do have to agree that it's better than hercules. And though i enjoyed the beginning of LO for the new and shiny artstyle, I dropped it and I have no idea where the story's gone now but I've caught glimpses of people talking about it and it doesn't look good.

I think I'm just 1) very picky and stern with people using ancient greek mythology because you chose it, you didn't have to but you did so you better do it justice >:( and 2) tired of stories that take greek myth for the cool premises and the cool gods, remove all the themes of honor, fate, hybris etc that encompass the core values of ancient greeek mythology and society and give the myths their lasting charm and influence, and don't fill that gap with anything other than "hero chosen boy goes on generic good vs evil quest and gets a cool weapon" like that's so american I can't stand it. "save the world from a demonic army" really?? If you want to put evil in your ancient greek-inspired story, why not use characters the likes of Sinis, Sciron, or Procrustes and all the rest actually evil, bad-people criminals from greek myths? I just feel like there's a lack of using greek mythology to explore its actual themes and stories from a contemporary POV or using the setting to tell a solid story with good characters instead of using it as a magic trick glue to hold togehter a bad story that nobody would care for if you hadn't shoved pretty bisexual apollo in there. (i'm not sure if it's because creators haven't bothered to actually study and actually read ancient greek mythology and rely on wishy-washy modern retellings from "ancient greek mythology for beginners" books or because they actually just fail to understand the cultural and philosophical background of the myths) On a serious note I dislike blood of zeus because I am haunted by the few frames of dionysus spitting wine on an enemy during a battle.

I will knock on wood for you because everyone deserves more seasons of what they like, but I do not think that a second season by the same creators would be better than the first or explore different stories. I am always open to being proven wrong though an dI do love animation so , so much I would watch a second season only for the pretty images.

[nocandnc]

Suddenly, my Interspecies Reviewers OC!

Name: Schezka Tricalco* Occupation: Church Priestess / Adventurer / Bar maid Relation to the main cast: Stunk's cousin on his father's side (calls him 'nii-sama')

*Stunk's surname as translated in the manga

This character has been sitting on my computer for quite a while. I wasn't sure if I wanted to bother posting her or not, because - really? The first original character I craft in who knows how long, and it's for the hardcore ecchi anime?? Really??? Well, yes. Really. The Reviewers world building, characters and general writing is top notch and my fanfic brain can't help wanting to expand on that.

Schezka was created with two goals in mind - firstly, exploring Stunk's family background. We know he's more or less disowned nobility, so I wanted a way to dig into his past and define the role nobles play in this world. Schezka's immediate family would be more 'upright' than Stunk and his father, providing familial tensions. I also wanted to explore their relation to the church, so Schezka is a priestess before joining the main cast as an adventurer. She would also start working part time at Ale & Eats as a means of gaining life experience. Which brings me to her second purpose - furthering the Meidri x Stunk agenda. Going back to family relations, Schezka grew up sheltered and adored Stunk as a child - and Stunk fears ruining this. While I love Stunk's unabashed nature, I also wanted to put him in a situation where he'd feel pressed to be... just a little more reserved. So he's on his best behavior when Schezka is around! He's sleeping around less and drinking less and having a lot more time to think about things he normally wouldn't, like how he kind of sort of might be in love with Meidri (who's been looking at him with the tiniest bit more respect lately?) And damn is that scary.

Regarding Meidri, Schezka would come to adore her as well. While he tries his best, Stunk is a creature of habit and can't help making lewd passes at the bird maid here and there. Schezka, with her proper upbringing, assumes this means Stunk and Meidri must be engaged to be married because how else could her wonderful nii-sama be so brazen?? Which prompts her to treat Meidri as an older sister of sorts. Meidri is all kinds of embarrassed about it but ends up buckling after Stunk literally begs her to play along and, well - it feels weirdly good to have Stunk at her mercy...?

...This is already too long, so I think I'll leave it at that for now. Hm? What fanfic is this for?

None it dOESN't exIST I'm just rambling HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!!!

*throws smoke bomb*

[what-did-u-throw-this-time]

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[devilsurvivor-2-recordbreaker]

I don't know why I wake up in the morning anymore.

Don't read past here, it's piiisssiooonnn

I really don't, I wish I had a wasn't obligations or school. Cause that doesn't feel like something I wake up in the morning, it's something I jave to put up with if I want to 'be successful' and 'have a job'. The program I was going through at school was a flop and now I've wasted four years for nothing, total fucking scam ass shit fuck the AICE program.

I don't have any friends in any classes and every class is just the same blur. Been like that for years now. Almost my whole life. Just in solitude hoping on a single wish for those friends everyone says you make. Only friends I made always left either due to circumstance or just moving on. But everyone has friends. Everyone's got their pals they can fall back on. Not me. I'm alone, seemingly forever. Always back to square one, crying my eyes out cause I feel like I somehow failed myself and these old friends.

Was the worst it's been this year with a group of friends I'd joined essentially disbanding after the seniors in our group graduated. I still see them, just only in passing. I miss them. But I always have the feeling they don't really miss me. I wonder how many of my old friends miss me? I doubt it's many if any at all.

I feel like a burden on these friends sometimes. Like they're only putting up with me. Some it's easy to tell they enjoy my company but for others I just a feeling like I'm a stray they can't bother to shoo away so they just let me be. Come and go.

I don't feel like I'm really here but in the invisible kind of way. Like I'm here but do people really notice. Do I really just blend in the background. If I'm gone. Am i missed. Does one mourn a shadow?

I feel like all my life I've been hoping and on my knees praying for a friend, just one who'll last through it all. Closest I got I lost contact with. I miss him everyday. I can't tell if being granted the mercy of those countless fallout and drift aparts is worth the constant sense of loneliness and isolation.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I want to live but living is expensive and I hate working.

Anyways here Brand New Days, I'm sorry you had to read through this

[thefirstknife]

I just don't get it.

Forsaken's story was the the entire point of Cayde's departure and exposure to the Dreaming City and Crow/Uldren's background and character development for the last year! Without it Cayde will become another character faded into obscurity, and uldren/crow will lose their character arches and backstory and all of the buildup from last year will be pointless.

Even if they're that strapped for storage can they not just move the previous expansions including Y1 and forsaken into subservers that players can download and go into to play the old raids/strikes/story and should their game become too cluttered, remove it but still be able to access it if they wish? Its already kind of a thing like Ikora's memory missions and the legacy raid so I'm pretty sure it can be done. But if Forsaken's removal is absolute, why not just make it free so as many people can play it as possible?

I don't think they're that desperate for space anyway compared to their competitors.

Warframe is over 8 years old and it has kept all functional content. It only removed its Trials (Raids) due to them being a buggy mess played by less than 2% of the playerbase, that didn't fit the gameplay, narrative, or direction of the game. Besides that, Warframe has literally 8yrs of content packed into it. FF14, WOW, ESO, and even games like Genshin Impact keep all their content. Storylines, progression, and etc are key aspects of "An ever evolving MMO."

Above everything though I don't know why this is being put on the table considering Bungie knows they can't make as much content as they used too so removing something as large as forsaken under the gamble that WQ will be as good if not better just puts more pressure on devs to make more content. I just don't get it.

Ok, point by point:

Forsaken's story was the the entire point of Cayde's departure and exposure to the Dreaming City and Crow/Uldren's background and character development for the last year! Without it Cayde will become another character faded into obscurity, and uldren/crow will lose their character arches and backstory and all of the buildup from last year will be pointless.

Nothing will be lost or faded into obscurity. This content still exists online for people to check it out. The buildup isn't pointless. It was there for years, now it has to go for technical reasons, but the content can still be viewed online. I'm also not sure why people are throwing so much of a fit over Forsaken when arguably equally important parts of the story (Season of Dawn and Arrivals for example) are also gone.

I know a lot of people have some visceral reaction to having to look up content in fandom spaces, talk to the community and watch a youtube recap, but that's simply a problem for those people personally. If that bothers people so much then Destiny is not a game for them. It has always relied on the community and out-of-game sources for lore.

Let's not forget how lore was delivered until Forsaken: not in the game. And yet, I don't see people saying the entire history of the Hive is faded into obscurity or pointless because it was entirely in grimoires online and not in the game.

The rest under read more because I want to have mercy on your dashboards:

Even if they're that strapped for storage can they not just move the previous expansions including Y1 and forsaken into subservers that players can download and go into to play the old raids/strikes/story and should their game become too cluttered, remove it but still be able to access it if they wish?

Obviously they can't. I don't work for Bungie and, presumably, neither do you. If they could keep the content, they would keep the content. I am entirely confused as to why people seem to imply that Bungie is gleefully removing content they worked hard on. Not to mention removing content they could be earning more money from.

What you're suggesting is basically that Bungie create a whole new separate game that would require dedicated servers and tech support and matchmaking. It's basically asking Bungie to simultaneously maintain two games at once. This is ludicrous to me, especially when we take into account your later claims that you want Bungie devs to work with less pressure.

Its already kind of a thing like Ikora's memory missions and the legacy raid so I'm pretty sure it can be done.

Ikora's missions have been gone for over a year now? They were there because the missions were already in the game. Once the missions were removed, they were also removed from Ikora.

Legacy raid is an entirely different thing as well. Vault of Glass had to be fully rebuilt from the ground up to be included into D2. It's not a button press away to drop it into D2 from D1. It had to be built specifically for D2 in a new engine and adapted for both PC and consoles. Same with the Cosmodrome. And they will obviously do more of that in the future as we're getting more legacy raids and locations. They just take time and resources, which is why Bungie is releasing these things one by one.

I don't think they're that desperate for space anyway compared to their competitors.

Warframe is over 8 years old and it has kept all functional content. It only removed its Trials (Raids) due to them being a buggy mess played by less than 2% of the playerbase, that didn't fit the gameplay, narrative, or direction of the game. Besides that, Warframe has literally 8yrs of content packed into it. FF14, WOW, ESO, and even games like Genshin Impact keep all their content. Storylines, progression, and etc are key aspects of "An ever evolving MMO."

I don't have much to say about this besides Bungie and Destiny are not the same as those games. I'm glad those games can keep everything and if that's something that players find the most important, then well. Those games are there for them.

I genuinely don't care for these comparisons. These are not the same situations or the same companies or the same pricing models (Genshin and gacha games can go die in hell, I really couldn't give more of a shit about how much "content" they have). Again, Bungie is not removing this while cackling villanously in their offices: vaulting consistently gives them bad press and loses them money (both from not being able to sell expansions and seasons that are gone and from angry players vowing never to buy anything from them ever again). If they could keep it AND keep the current quality AND be able to fix and update the game more efficiently, they would. It is literally in their primary monetary interest to keep good press.

Above everything though I don't know why this is being put on the table considering Bungie knows they can't make as much content as they used too so removing something as large as forsaken under the gamble that WQ will be as good if not better just puts more pressure on devs to make more content. I just don't get it.

Again, the majority of the content removed was with Beyond Light. And while we didn't get as much content back immediately, what we did get was significantly and overwhelmingly well-received, most notably seasonal stories. Not to mention that the game objectively functions better, updates faster and fixes thing more quickly. Without the removed content, basically live-updating Trials would be impossible, just to mention one thing.

The content going away with Forsaken is minuscule. We're losing one location (that is not being used), 2 strikes (generally not liked by the community) and one campaign (which is going to be over 3 years old when it is removed).

We are keeping: one location (infinitely better looking and more imaginative), 2 strikes, a dungeon, a raid and everything else that came with Forsaken such as subclasses, Gambit, bows.

Witch Queen is also giving us, as far as we know for now: 2 new locations, 2 new raids, X amount of strikes, dungeons?, 4 new seasons with new stories, entire new weapon type, crafting system, replayable campaign on Legendary mode, new enemies, probably more that we don't know about yet.

Witch Queen is absolutely not a gamble. Collector's edition sold out 2 hours after the showcase and then again another time when they restocked it. They specifically delayed two expansions now to relieve the pressure on the devs as well. They are not crunching like under Activision and they never want to be in that situation again. I am confident that the content they're making is going to be just as good as it was for the past two years with excellent seasons, activities and stories. On top of that, I am confident that they're working in better conditions and I am not expecting impossible standards to be met. They are making as much content as they want. Removing old stuff and old code is only making this easier for them.

Witch Queen will be good, same as both Shadowkeep and Beyond Light were good. I know people disliked some aspects of those and I also have my own criticisms as well, but to me, the game was infinitely better than in Y1 and 2. I was so disappointed in Y1 and Y2 announcement that I stopped playing for a year.

I guess my relationship with Forsaken is biased due to that as I played it later to catch up and after I knew everything that had to be known about it. I had more fun with Shadowkeep and all of Y3 seasons, as well as Beyond Light and all Y4 seasons.

Other people should also recognise their own biases with Forsaken though. I know I have mine. But others have their as well. Destiny is currently the best it's ever been. Like, statistically and objectively. Bungie is working at their own pace. That obviously requires some sacrifices to be made, but I would rather they remove bloated old content so the devs can more easily work on making the current content better.

But if Forsaken's removal is absolute, why not just make it free so as many people can play it as possible?

Forsaken and all of its content will be free for everyone on December 7th and the free offer will include the Forsaken pack which comes with all of Forsaken-exclusive cosmetic items such as certain shaders and emotes. People will have until WQ to play it as many times as they want. This was specifically stated in the article about vaulting.

My only complaint and the only legitimate complaint I've seen is that Forsaken should not still be in the store for sale. I think they should've made it free the moment it was announced it's going away.

However, there may be some issue with how they are able to release it for free seeing as it's coming on December 7th which is the same day that the Anniversary will be live and the "mini-season" will start. I don't know if there are some technical issues with dropping Forsaken as free content due to that (as the mini season will be resetting certain things, such as synth bounties).

Either way, I think that Forsaken should not be available for sale for the next two months before it goes free. Some people WILL buy it because they're not aware of the news. But again, I am not sure if releasing it for free is in any way tied to the mini-season (though removing it from the store shouldn't be affected by that). This is a legit complaint that I understand.

Other than that, what I personally don't get is why are people so hellbent on assuming Bungie is doing this to... I don't know, spite us? Make themselves look worse in the eyes of their customers for nefarious schemes?

Again: vaulting is affecting them negatively, same as us. If there was an option available to them where they could keep the old content, they would keep old content. I am sure that a professional team of veteran developers has tried all of the suggestions people are making on Twitter, Tumblr and Reddit. It's really bizarre to me that people are showing up with "suggestions" as if literal professional devs working for Bungie haven't thought of those before.

[redpanda-fan]

Where did that come from? Savanaclaw Edition

Welcome to part two of my "Where did that come from?" series. Today, we have "The Rebel from the Savanna" and “The Lion King”(1994). I don’t expect too many secrets, but let's see if I'm proven wrong. I do love any excuse to watch a movie with such great music. Again if you see anything I have missed please tell me!

Overall

Our cast is based on the various animals in the movie. Leona is Scar, Ruggie the hyena trio and the precious heir to the Afterglow Savanna's throne, Cheka, is Simba and Farena his father is Mufasa, and Malleus is as well to an extent.

We don’t get to see anything like the opening to Lion King in Twisted Wonderland where Simba is shown to the inhabitants of Pride Rock, but we are given a nod to it in Leona's post overblot flashback and in a dream.

When the Hearstlabuyl gang and Yuu are cornered by Savanaclaw students it mirrors when Simba, Nala and Zazu are approached by the hyenas Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. Unfortunately for them, no Mufasa came to scare them off.

I like how there is a bit of actual biology sprinkled in with the character backstories. Leona talks about the strong women in his hometown as lion prides and hyena cackles are led by the females who do most of the work and call the shots. However, wolves are the outlier in this as wolf packs are led by the alpha male and female, so it functions more like how a family is led by the parents.

Character specific

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Leona and Scar both have well, scars, on their right eyes, presumably from fights in the past.

Personality wise both the Savanaclaw dorm leader and the King of the Beasts have a similar defeatist outlook on life. They can never have what they want, so why struggle only to never get it?

Scar and Leona both have the not so affectionate term for their nephews of "hairball"

Leona has quoted Scar's AMAZING villain song "Be prepared" so many times and every time he does it, I can't help but look like this.

Leona and Scar both have an affinity for sitting on high ledges with green light cast on them.

Who did it better?

Vs

Leona and Scar both make big promises of luxury treatment and finally getting recognition for your efforts to their followers. Unfortunately they break these leaving their respective followers heartbroken and confused, namely the hyenas, in both cases.

Leona mirrors Scar by planning to run over his cause for inferiority with their supporters. Wildebeest for Mufasa and a crowd of spectators for Malleus. Fortunately, Malleus survives, Mufasa however wasn't as lucky.

I’m not sure if this was the true inspiration, but when there is a cloud of dust hanging in the air during and after the stampede I instantly thought of Leona's Unique magic and the background for when he overblots.

Leona is just as bitter about being compared to his older brother as Scar and both of them will snap at anyone who dares to remind them that their brother exists.

The end to the victory for these two ends with them being forced to confess to their crimes, and then left to the mercy of both their betrayed supporters and their enemies.

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Scar's hyenas all have their own iconic laughs like Ruggie's "shishishishi".

Ruggie follows Leona around and does a large amount of work for him with little thanks or repayment similar to the trio of hyenas.

Ruggie mirrors the hyena trio by using his unique magic to control the crowd to run over the Diasomnia fakes, like how the hyenas scared the Wildebeest into a stampede.

🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

You may have noticed I left Jack out of the equation, but let me be real with you, I have no idea what he is based on. He works as a great foil to Leona with his "Hard work is all you need" versus Leona's "Why bother, if it's not guaranteed" mentality, but I got nothing. I've seen people say he is based off of a character from the TV show, or all wolves in Disney cannon and other such claims, but I got nothing. He's just a wolf, don't know why he is one, he just is.

🐱 Cheka Kingscholar 🐱

Cheka's necklace holds a blue feather on the end that looks just like one of Zazu's, the hornbill advisor to Mufasa, own tail feathers. I wonder where he got it from?

Cheka has the same unreciprocated love for his uncle as Simba, at least as a child.

👑🦁 Farena Kingscholar 👑🦁

Farena mirrors Mufasa by asking Leona why he wasn't the ceremony for Cheka, in the flashback after Leona's overblot.

[kileyrose-2003]

Rebecca characters finding you singing and dancing in the kitchen:

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you all are doing well. I'm going to cut straight to the chase on this one. This is for my dear friend @merci-bitch Love you hun! I hope you enjoy these :) Stay safe lovelies and I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Rose

Rose is a very intense person

And very intimidating not only due to her energy but also her height

She's over 6 ft

And hates most things deemed rube

The True Knot usually eat dinners together in groups

Rose can't really be bothered with cooking because in her head, why bother when you can have steam?

So you do most of the cooking

It was your turn to cook and as you were cooking you realized you didn't have the one thing you needed, so you sent Rose out to grab what you needed

"Darling, I'm ba-"

Rose froze when she seen you dancing all about

Her cheeks growing red at the way your hips swayed to the beat

She smiled at the way your way voice harmonized to the 70s vinyls slowly humming in the background

And the way you spun around, your skirt poofing up slightly up from the air, made her chuckle

You instantly became embarrassed but Rose just grinned

She has a soft spot for you

You'd be quick to finish up dinner

Because later on the two of you are going to have some "fun"

Riza

Riza is kinda the same as Rose

You'd be the one to do more of the housework in your relationship

Riza hates most things deemed "domestic"

She's a working woman and she's proud

I do headcanon Riza is a feminist and I have a theory as to why I do

But that's a conversation/topic for when I eventually do dive deeper into her character and her psych

Anyways, back on track

Instead of the cockiness Rose has

Riza is a tease

She knows she's hot and she loves to flaunt it

She had a long day at work

Maybe had to kill a person or two

And she came home finding you in the kitchen

Your hips swaying

Humming the words to the beat

Your smile

It makes her heart skips a beat

She's mesmerized by the pure glint of happiness in your eyes

You got a little embarassed, knowing she seen you dance but she grins

It's a shit eating grin

But it is fully out of love

She'd snake her hand around your waist

Place kisses on your neck

"Why stop? I was enjoying the show."

She'd show you her version of fun too

Kathleen

If I'm being honest here

I think Kathleen would be the one in your relationship that you would be more likely to walk in on dancing

And if for some reason it was you she walked in on she wouldn't think twice on it

She'd jump in and dance right with you

Have a good drink or two

Smother you in affection

She's a party girl at heart

And she knows how to dance

Foxtrot, Waltz, Tango

You name it

She can do it

Kathleen's the one who leads most of the time when the two of you dance

Sometimes it's slow and it ends in the two of you snogging on the sofa

Other times it fast paced and ends in you both laughing

A relationship with Kathleen is not usually a serious one but she does love you

Jenny

Like Kathleen, Jenny likes to have a good time

So she's another one I don't think would have a problem jumping right in, dancing with you

She does prefer slow dancing though because she likes to wrap her arms around you

Besides the way she carries herself, which is very proud and full of elegance

She's very clingy to who she deems as "hers" which sometimes confuses people but from how long and how much time you've spent together, you understand her

I do think deep down Jenny does have some small, but very hard to cope with, insecurities she's never really dealt with properly

Some people may just brush it off as me

But if you do look hard enough, it is there

There's so much more that lies beneath the surface when it comes to her

So she needs small moments like this to pull her back to reality and her emotions

Because she's not as in tune with emotions as she thinks she is

She confuses them

But her love for you is something she is not confused on

She also likes giving a little bit more than a kiss or two later on some occasions

But like Riza she does enjoy a good tease

So she would pick on you a little bit before she'd jump right in

Because you would be the more shy one in the relationship

And nothing makes her smile more than seeing your cheeks flush red, knowing she's made you blush

But she is tactful in the way she does it

Placing a little kiss on your cheek afterwards

"Oh I'm just teasing darling."

Is a common way of her brushing it off

And as much as it annoys you, you wouldn't trade it for anything

Dinah

Now I don't want to say Dinah is the what some would call "baby" of the Rebecca characters in these headcanons

But dear lord

This girl needs a hug

She's definitely the more innocent and sweeter of the bunch

And even as much as Dinah's gone through, I do think she's clung onto some of the culture and traditions her family has taught her

She does try to do most of the cooking and such in your relationship

But there are times where you do it

It's rare but it does happen

She doesn't really know what to think when she sees you dancing

At first her eyes draw to your hips

But then she blushes

Immediately embarrassed by her actions

But you notice and laugh, trying to not make her feel as bad

And some occasions, you'll maybe even try to coax her into dancing with you

It's rare when it happens

But her smile when you do achieve it

It's just so precious

Dinah barely smiles after everything with her son

So to get to see her smile and laugh

Maybe even give her a kiss

It's worth its weight in gold to you

Rebecca

I'm going to be blunt on this one

This is Rebecca we're talking about here

If the two of you are dating, she's watching you like from the door way two minutes straight before she makes her presence known

And you KNOW she's going to be dancing with you once you know she's there

She'd kick her shoes off

Put her hair down

"Orchestra music, really? Come on! We need something a more upbeat."

*insert loudest pop song you know here*

Before you know it you'd be getting dragged by the arms to a more open space of the house

"Becca-"

"Rebecca. My name is Rebecca and I'd love to keep it that way."

You immediately flush with embarrassment but she brushes it off with a quick kiss to the cheek

The two of you would dance until your feet hurt

But the pain is worth the time spent worth her

Ilsa

Ilsa is a very serious person

Somewhat intense too

At least with things that she's very passionate about

It's only natural with the job she has

She never really puts her guard down

So in the rare time you two have together, it's your job to try and get her guard down

She got stuck late at work and it was a pretty rough day for her

So you turned on the stereo and started making her favorite meal

It wasn't even intentionally meant to be a cute or romantic gesture at first

You really just thought you were home alone making dinner

Spinning all about as you sauteed vegetables in a pan

Loudly singing to your favorite song

You couldn't have a care in the world

And then you heard Ilsa laugh and you froze

You immediately straightened your face and shut the music off

You were expecting her to come home in a bad mood and wanting quiet

The two of you locked eyes for a moment as if having a staring contest

But slowly she began to smile and she walked towards you

Wrapping her arms around your neck

"You're too damn cute. You know that right?"

You smile sheepishly and she pulls you into a kiss that leaves the two of you gasping for breath and she gently tugs on your hand, before shutting the stove top off

"What about dinner?"

"That can wait. For right now, I want you and only you."

It's the little things make her day