#i don't think i go into that much detail but just encase

[archersxartxblog]

finally go the new chapter up, warning there are talk of blood and injuries, if you don't like that kind of thing, maybe wait for the next chapter. I'm gonna try to getting out sometime this month.

Master post

[fourmoony]

hi hun! for trick or treat could i get a treat with remus please? any fluffy fall vibes and im over the moon! 💕

thanks for requesting lovely! ♡︎

630 words | cw: mentions of smelling like cigarettes, but no details of smoking

Remus drops a kiss to your head in passing, warm hand squeezing the flesh of your hip as he shuffles between you and James' counter top. There's plenty of room in James' kitchen, pretty much everyone is in the living room arguing over whether or not The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween or Christmas movie, but you don't mind the proximity.

You live for it, in fact. The warm, fuzzy feeling his presence brings. The whole night has been very wholesome, a happy warmth glowing in the centre of your chest. James' kitchen windows are fogged up from the condensation of the warm pot of soup Mary brought, warming on the stove, and the bitter air outside - and the house smells like Euphemia Potter's pumpkin spice muffins. There's half-hearted Halloween decorations strung up on various walls - Sirius' addition to Friend-O-Ween, the new tradition he's been banging on about for months in the run up.

Remus likes to remind him that in order for it to be a tradition, it has to have happened more than once. Sirius likes to rebuke that he can't wait to make Remus eat his words next year. You like the idea. Anything that involves downtime with the people you love, the ones who you cherish more than anything - that's your cup of tea.

"You're not joining the debate, love?" Remus asks, head in James' cupboard as he roots around for his favourite mug.

You spot it on the drying rack, hand reaching out for the soft fabric of his orange sweater. Remus turns, eyes softening when you place the mug in his hand. He kisses the very tip of your nose, eyes intent on watching the way your cheeks redden. "I wouldn't have any argument. I've never seen The Nightmare Before Christmas." You shrug, eyes fixed on the way Remus' long fingers wrap around his mug.

Your boyfriend tsks, "That just won't do."

You laugh as Remus flicks the kettle on, peering over the edge of Mary's pot to check on the soup. It brings tiny drops of condensation to his chin, his forehead. You reach out and swipe at the skin with gentle fingers. Remus smiles softly when you venture up into the curls of his hair. He needs a trim, you think.

"Best tell Mary her soups about to burn." Remus speaks lowly, like he's scared he'll scare you off from touching him if he speaks too loud.

It's a warranted idea. His beauty is astonishing, really. Intimidating. You'd never take your hands off him if you let yourself. But you do, now, to turn the burner off and move the soup to the side.

"You think Sirius will banish me for not having seen his favourite movie?" You ask humorously.

Remus chuckles, stirring his tea. "Best not mention it, love."

He turns, hand encasing yours as he tugs you towards him. He smells like pumpkin and his eucalyptus shower gel, a little like cigarettes, but you won't begrudge him it. Marlene's a bad influence. His hugs are always warm, comforting. You turn your ear to his heart, revel in the feel of his strong hand against your skull and shoulder blade, listen to it's steady thump, thump, thump.

His lips press to the side of your head, just at the same time Sirius appears in the arch way entry into the kitchen. He has his hands on his hips and a fury in his eyes, "Y/N," He huffs, "Tell them that The Nightmare Before Christmas is definitely a Halloween movie!"

Remus laughs quietly into your hair, his shoulders shaking with the effort to hold it in. You shove your boyfriend away, though he doesn't go far. He never does.

"Soups ready!" You smile, as convincingly as you can.

"Nice save, lovie." Remus whispers, hand squeezing your hip playfully.

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Sketchpad

*bonus*

Steve Roger x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: fluff, nudity

Polyamorous

(1)

Steve liked art. He liked looking at it and making it, although he rarely shared it. At least, not the important ones, the ones he held close. This one right here would be one of them.

Steve sat on the floor right outside the nursery. Inside, his wife was sitting in a plush pink recliner. She lay relaxed, slowly dozing off in her arms, their daughter gently suckling on one breast she removed from her dress. All of it was encased in a soft glow from the window.

"beautiful," Bucky whispered as he lowered himself to look over Steve's shoulder. He put his chin on his shoulder as he watched him work silently. "Do you want to put this one on the mantel?"

"No," Steve said. "I have a painting in my studio. It's almost done."

"Does she know?"

"No, it's a surprise."

"It's beautiful," Bucky kisses the back of his neck. " But I'm not letting her sleep like that."

"I'm done anyway," Steve says as Bucky gets up, walking around him towards their wife and baby.

(Y/n) stirred as she felt weight leaving her arms, but panic was dispelled as she saw Bucky gently kissing her daughter's forehead as he placed her in her crib. " Sorry," she croaked, tiredness in her voice as she tried to stand up.

"It's okay," Bucky helped her stand up. "You should be sorry for resting. Plus, you gave Stevie some inspiration. "

Steve gets up and hands his drawing to her. " Oh honey, this is beautiful-oh" It was then that she noticed her tit was still out and moved to cover herself. " You pervs weren't going to tell me I was hanging out. "

Bucky shrugged. " Liked the view."

-

(2)

The house was quiet. Steve dropped his bag and toed off his shoes carefully so as not to disturb the silence. In the kitchen, he found his dinner wrapped in foil still hot on the stove. " I love you," he whispered as he unwrapped his food. Once he was done with his dinner, he cleaned and put his dishes away.

He was making his way upstairs when he spotted a few baby toys on the floor and a lamp still on in the living room. He sighed as he made his way to clean up the mess. It was then that he spotted his entire family curled up on the couch. He smiles at the scene before him.

Bucky was lying across the couch with the baby on one side of his chest and (Y/n) on the other. Ian lay between Bucky's legs while also holding on to (Y/n) legs. Ash lay on the other side of the couch, her legs tangled with (Y/n) one foot under Ian.

Truly, they were all a giant tangle of limbs. It was absolutely adorable.

Retrieving his sketch pad, he got comfortable on the floor and sketched his family. It was peaceful sitting, with only the lamp lighting the room and the soft sounds of their snoring filling the silence.

Steve didn't know how long he had been sketching; by the time someone started moving, he had been working on the smaller details.

"Hi," (Y/n) whispered as she stretched her arms.

"Hi," he chuckled. " You ready for a bed?"

"Your son has got a death grip on my leg."

"He's a mama's boy," Steve said as he got up, moving to untangle Ian. " I think he's just some more of his mama's attention."

"He thinks I don't give him enough attention?" (Y/n) asked with genuine fear in her voice.

Steve picked the boy up, putting his head on his shoulder gently. " Remember how Ash was when we first started planning for Ian."

"She thought we'd push her aside with an actual baby in the house. She got over that quickly, though?"

"Ash was a young adult at the time. She handled her emotions much better and actually talked to us about it. Ian is six, and he's not going to get over it as quickly. He just needs some reassurance, is all."

(Y/n) laid back down, appearing to be in deep thought. Steve left her, taking Ian upstairs to his room. Tucking him in, he kissed his forehead. As he returned downstairs, he found Ash tirelessly going to her room. He made sure to stop her and give her a goodnight forehead kiss as well.

"Are you working tomorrow?" (Y/n) asked. " I want to take Ian to lunch tomorrow, just the two of us."

"Okay," Steve said as he picked her up bridal style. "Should we leave them?"

" Yeah, he looks so peaceful."

Steve carried (Y/n) to bed. Came back tossing a blanket over them and leaving a baby monitor before making his way back upstairs.

"Good night," he whispered as he kissed Bucky and his baby's forehead.

"Good Night"

-

(3)*

"We're always asleep." (Y/n) said as she flipped through Steve's sketches. It wasn't often that Steve sketched actual people, but when he did, they were often unaware or asleep.

"You move less when you're sleeping," Steve said as he put away his dry painting.

"I'm sure you want us to pose for you or something. Draw me like one of your French girls. " A large grin spread across his face. " I bet you had some French girls during your time in Paris."

"No, absolutely not. But, um, you've said that before." He takes a seat at his window and motions her forward; she stands between his legs. " Way back then, before the war. You asked me to draw you like one of those naughty French girls."

"Did you?"

"No, we were always interrupted. Or-" he leaned forward, kissing along her neck, " I got distracted."

(Y/n) looked around the room for a moment. "We're alone now. No one to interrupt. And I'm sure you can have more restraint now. So-" (Y/n) stepped back, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. " Draw me like a Naught French Girl."

Okay, so Steve was taking this seriously.

He had (Y/n) removed the rest of her clothing and put on a sheer robe. He had her lying across the 'therapy couch' with her arms behind her head, knees slightly bent towards him, and her robe completely open.

He was very focused, his gaze intense as he took in every detail of her. She wanted to speak, but she didn't break the silence. That and she was focused on making sure she posed right and tried her best to hide her imperfections. Suck in her stomach, raise her leg to hide her stretch marks

"Don't look so stiff, love"

"Sorry,"

"how is work? I've noticed you've been busier lately."

"Dr.Cho has been working on things and asked for my assistance. Peter also had some questions about his biology. And Vision was thinking about the future."

That was enough to get her to relax, the tension in her body fading as she talked about her work and then the kids. No longer sucking in her stomach or tucking her legs. Just relaxing as she fell into a trance, going on and on about their children. He didn't even mind as she moved a little and gushed over their children.

He finished but didn't let her know. Instead, he sat back and gazed upon her, just adoring her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here," Bucky said as he stepped into the office.

"He's drawing me like one of his French girls."

"Stevie had french girls?"

"No," Steve passed him to a sketch pad.

"You're done?"

"Finished 30 minutes ago."

"What?!" Steve smiled." Why didn't you tell me?" he shrugged smugly as she got up, closing her rob.

"I was enjoying the view," he said. She just scoffed.

"I can't blame him, but it was a good view. And this is an amazing sketch." He passed the sketchpad to (Y/n). Leaning down, he kissed Stevie's forehead." You're always so amazing. My artist."

"Could have been in a professional," (Y/n) said as she sat on his lap.

"Actually, I've been offered a position at the rec center I volunteer at. They have art classes, and they asked if I could teach -"

"YES, YES, DO IT. " (y/n) shouted as she wrapped her arms around her neck. " Oh yes, please do it. You'll love it."

Steve chuckled as she bounced in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Okay, okay, I'll talk to them about it."

"Well, Mr. Roger-Barnes, classes have ended. How about we get her dressed and go for lunch?"

"Yay" (Y/n) jumped up and ran to their room to get dressed.

"I'm surprised you didn't fuck her. That pose was a bit too alluring for me."

"I am, too. But she looked too relaxed for me to ruin it. "

"Maybe next time."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

[rowanix-cos]

Trucy Wright and Mr Hat ~ Ace Attorney

Finally got round to editing some pics that were taken way back in March (oops). Trucy is such a favourite of mine, as is Mr Hat, and they were such a joy to cosplay (though I did keep spooking people at con who thought Mr Hat was a real person hovering over my shoulder 🙃)

I made pretty much everything myself, and I am so proud of it all! (Details below the cut, feel free to skip)

Mr Hat is made from 2 cylinders of eva foam with PVC piping (plus lots of nuts and bolts) for support. And that's not editing! There is nothing supporting him from underneath, and he is hands-free to carry around; he is attached to me at the waist via 2 belts that thread through openings I made in the side seams of my dress. All the wood detailing was engraved in with a dremel before he was painted, and I drafted patterns to sew up his cape and shirt. Similarly, his hat is also made from eva foam and covered with the same fabric I used for the cape. The hat fits me too, just only when I have my Trucy wig on or else it's much too big :') His head is also on a hinge so his mouth can open and close. He's basically a big puppet!

Some notes: There are magnets in the hat and gloves to hold his hand in place as well as magnets in his jaw to hold his head close but unfortunately I didnt use strong enough magnets and my lovely Apollo (pictured) had to keep fixing him. His head also started drooping towards the end of the day (this is why I always test my cosplays before entering any competitions!) and I'm struggling to think of a better way to stablise it - if anyone has any tips, please let me know!

In any case, I am so so proud of him! Now onto Trucy...

I've cosplayed Trucy before, but I updated her a bit to go with Mr Hat. I sewed up a new cape (used the old one to make Mr Hat's) and used some glittery iron-on vinyl for the patterns on the diamonds, and added bells so I jingle when I move around!

The dress I found in a charity shop but it initally was a lot longer and much too big for me, so I took it in and up and added the adjustable side-openings + padding on the inside to hide the bumps the belts would make. I made the buttons + the earring from Polymer clay, and the broach with a polymer clay encasing and a resin jewel (which i had to make a mold for. They don't sell em that big)

The bag I also found but sewed fabric over the top to make it look more like Trucy's + added the belt. The neckscarf and Mr Hat's bowtie I completely winged. I stuffed them both plus part of the globes to give everything that cartoonish shape.

I think that's everything. Let me know if you have any questions!

[warden-anders]

ok, so. lucanis's recruitment quest doesn't make a whole lot of sense at first glance, so this is my attempt of putting together what the fuck you walked into and what daily life there was like.

to start, i don't believe the room you meet lucanis in is his cell at all. i think lucanis had succeeded in 85% of his breakout when you recruit him. the cells that were shown were much smaller and more sparse, I believe he was not given special treatment. I believe he managed to kill the guard bringing his meal, broke out, got his gear back (armor, sweater, knives, etc), and killed MOST of the guards. the sheer number of guards caught up to him, and some mages managed to encase him in ice and lock the door with red lyrium while waiting for someone else to bring his blood so that they could transfer him back to his cell.

I can't decide how much, if at all, spite showed himself in the ossuary before his attempted breakout. part of me wants to say that he spent the entire time as spite (lucanis's quote about how he survived by shutting down completely, be nothing, feel nothing, etc. makes me think that he genuinely just gave spite the reins), and the other part of me wonders what lucanis meant when he said that they were waiting for spite to burst from him like a cocoon. Like, the physical demon of spite, killing lucanis in the process? or the symbiotic relationship they have now, just manifesting physically like when he has the wings/is in control? I'm leaning towards the first one, though the feel nothing/be nothing quote could still apply if spite never showed himself.

as for the blood, i'm sure they used it often to walk him to the torture/experiment room and for, well, general human needs. that's why he knows its there.

side note. lucanis knew who a LOT of zaras people were, and mentions their role in the bloodbath quest. (helpfully named, as its the one with the bath. of blood.) when you kill one of zaras people, he mentions how this one used to come to the ossuary to read bones. why is he there for this? how long would he be kept on a torture table to know these things? how many times has he attempted to escape and gotten part of the way through before being stopped?

I DO wonder if spite could sense the red lyrium cage breaking and That be why he decided to break out of the ice right in that moment.

going back to the gear, its... well. a hilarious detail thats fitting to his character. its so tidy! he wears a little bolo tie! his shirt is completely laced to the top! hes got that HOMEMADE SWEATERRRRRRRR. all while attempting a prison break. I think it was supposed to add to the fear factor and thus go back to the crow training related to throwing the target off guard. also, probably helped with feeling more human instead of an experiment.

[utilitycaster]

This will possibly skew my poll (although you are encouraged to vote how you want and argue for other things - I would love thoughtful meta on Ludinus's true origins and this is still, ultimately, speculative) but I am really enamored with the idea that he is from the group of elves in northern Wildemount who beseeched Corellon for aid, but were not answered - not because they were ignoring them, but because they had been deafened in battle with Gruumsh. Those elves then attempted to encase their civilization in ice and fled to the Feywild, returning afterwards to rebuild, as the ice didn't work.

This has so many elements that not only fit Ludinus's story, but allow for interesting hooks into other Calamity-era occurrences. If you take the story straight (and then have him get separated from the others in some capacity at any point following not getting an answer from Corellon), this all comes down to Ludinus perceiving an inadvertent absence as a betrayal, setting up the tragedy of dedicating his life to destroying the world, all over a misunderstanding. Sure, Molaesmyr is also the hub of elven culture and few will question his presence, but his willingness to go against the priests of the Arch Heart and to destroy feels much more targeted if it's not a flailing strike at all the gods, but rather vengeance on Corellon's ground.

You also set up where he may have gotten the idea to feed on fey energy and the knowledge to do so effectively; this even could set up how he was able to develop an alliance with the Unseelie Court. The timeline is loose enough - the Veluthil burns for a century post-Calamity - that we don't know what else he might have done. There's a chance for him to return to the Material Plane and work with the original Cerberus Assembly, or to have been the one to have set the arcane fire in the region in the first place. I also think the idea of Ludinus as a terrestrial-based wizard in the era of flying cities makes sense both in that he'd know of Aeor and perhaps even envy it, but be unfamiliar with the details of their tech and therefore preserving the idea that he is painstakingly and cleverly reverse-engineering this tech rather than just badly returning to what he already knew.

Finally: it explains a lot about his base of operations. Why not establish himself in Marquet? Why On some level, he remains in northern Wildemount because that is his home. Maybe he really was in Ivaadel for a time, but this is where he's from, changed as it is. The Dwendalian Empire is a useful tool, and the Cerberus Assembly's new incarnation a seized opportunity, but he could have originally been from where Rexxentrum now stands.

If any of this is the case, and that's a big if, I do wonder if he knows why Corellon didn't answer; or if he ever will.

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

Thoughts on the latest From Episode

Love Jade and Tabitha hanging out, talking about threads, very lovey. Jade continues to be a scrumbly wet cat of a man, and I love him.

ETHAN SAID VIKTOR WAS HIS BEST FRIEND! <3

I love that Julie and Elgin are hanging out and being friends. It was so innocent and teenagery. They hid from something they were supposed to go to, smoked pot, made fun of old people's clothes, and acted like regular kids. Good for them.

Fatima told her husband about the rotten food thing! I am excited to see the fallout from that.

VIKTOR SAW HIS DAD!!!!!!! HIS DAD SAW VIKTOR!!!!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw all you theorists who said his dad was abusive. They are a HAPPY AND REUNITED FAMILY.

Also... YEAH VIKTOR"S DAD! Why isn't there a motel if there's a motel sign and a pool???? I feel like this detail is going to be something they'll have to touch on again since they brought it up.

So Dale went through the tree... And I think we all knew that it wasn't going to work out like it did last time. But I don't think any of us could've guessed how exactly it was going to turn out. My own theory was perhaps the monsters would have cut down, burned, or in some other way destroyed the tree, thus preventing the residents of Fromville from that method of escape. But when I saw the tree was still in tact, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. And then I saw the pool, and I assumed he had just plopped down with his guts splattered everywhere. What actually happened is SO MUCH MORE HORRIFYING. Oh my gosh. Literally encased in concrete, a tomb of his own stupid decisions. Poor guy.

So do all the faraway trees randomly change the locations they teleport to? If so, how did Viktor know at that time the tree would take Tabitha there? Is it temporally differentiated? Does the tree take you to the pool at 5PM but the light house at 6PM?

[ncroissant]

aquamarine hoshino x jealous! bimbo! reader

summary: after aqua's passionate kiss with akane on the final episode of 'love for real', aqua comes to home to your jealousy.

content warnings: spoilers to oshi no ko, suggestive, mentions of cock/crotch, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, dacryphilia, manipulation, use of petnames: angel, sweetheart, good girl like once, no use of yn

wc: 1.2k

author's note: aqua is 16 in the anime and manga, mentally 40, but i'd like to age him up to 18!! this is not proofread, so there are probably a lot of mistakes, lmk if i need any more warnings!! minors please DNI !!

you spent most of your days encased in aqua's basement. he made the entire place feel like home; decorating it in pretty pink wallpaper and making sure you had anything in reach. whenever you asked for something, he would provide. he was fully set on servicing you as long as you obliged to his one and only rule:

'stay in this room, don't leave without my permission'

he would drill it into your brain like clockwork, never letting you forget, especially since you were likely to forget within a few seconds. you'd look up at him doe-eyed, hanging off his every word. you loved when he would tell you what to do and you could just blindly follow along. he was your best friend after all.

he spent a lot of his time with you: he'd check on you before and after school, he'd listen to you talk about the animes you watched and the mangas you read, or do his work assigned by the director while you sat in his lap, questioning every little detail.

but as of late, he came around to visit less and less, to the point where you would hear him come into the basement late at night, slipping under the covers to cuddle with you.

he convinced himself that you were the one insistent on being touchy-feely, but he was self-indulgent in the way you'd bury yourself in his arms, snuggling deep into his chest.

"aqua?" you'd mumble, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist.

"sorry angel, did i wake you?" he slid an arm on your back, rubbing it soothingly to lull you to sleep.

"no, s' okay, i missed you aqua," you flipped over, wrapping your arms around his neck, inserting yourself into his neck.

he reeked of women's perfume. you wanted to convince yourself he was going around stores finding you your perfect scent. but a pit in your stomach grew and you didn't understand why.

aqua would never tell you he was on a dating show. for one, he only needed to go on it to find clues on ai, but he also didn't want you to worry your pretty head over it. as much as he loved to see the frustration on your face when you were thinking, he knew he'd have to lighten the load for you.

it was tv day, aka saturday, because he was very insistent that TV was very, very bad for you and could only be watched for an hour a week. and miraculously, that hour was filled with content from the last episode of 'love for real'.

you sat there anticipatingly, already shocked from aqua's appearance in the intro, but the final moments had caught you off guard. although the two other guys had gotten rejected, aqua had marched over to the blue-haired girl, akane as you remembered, and placed a long, passionate kiss on her lips.

your eyes widened. he might have done a lot of things for you, but he's never kissed you before. he's never looked at you like that (at least not when you were looking). the tv automatically closed (as aqua had programmed it) and left you with a reflection of your teary-eyed expression.

your knees were pressed against your chest, your arms tightly holding them in place. you wanted to throw a tantrum, a fit, anything that would get rid of this stupid anger inside of you.

as if on queue, the lock on the door unlocked and in walked aqua. "hi angel, how was you day?" he slipped off his shoes, placing his bag down before looking over at you.

"aqua, why didn't you tell me you were on a dating show?" you pushed yourself onto all fours, kneeling in front of him with your stupidly big, round eyes, clinging to his tapered pants.

his eyes widened. he didn't know if it was a treat or a curse to see you in such a state. but, hearing that you saw the show snapped him out of his trance.

"how did you...?" shit. they changed the airing for this episode for saturday instead on sunday, he mentally cursed himself, remembering the fuss the crew made about it earlier.

his thoughts were cut by your sudden display of waterworks, burying your face into his thigh, hugging it like a babbling baby. "are you getting tired with me already?" you sobbed, pulling and pushing at the fabric of his pants.

he felt bad, he really did. but the way you were looking up at him so sweetly and clinging onto him like a little girl made his cock strain in his pants. he was biting back a smile before kneeling down to you level.

"so you saw it, huh?" he frowned slightly, holding the hand that gripped his thigh in his own.

"mhm," you nodded, crying incessantly, trying to wipe away your tears with a free hand.

"aw, c'mere sweetheart. let's get your tears out," he pulled you into his lap, allowing you to bury yourself into his shoulder as he patted your back soothingly.

you cried, rambling about how he didn't tell you and how he's never kissed you before. before you knew it, your hands had boldly gripped his shirt collar.

"why can't you kiss me like you kissed her, aqua? do you like her better?" you puffed your bottom lip out, tears still filling your waterline, leaning too close for aqua's comfort. you so badly wanted to be kissed by him too.

"angel, you know i can't kiss you, it's..." he trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

it's not that he didn't want to kiss you. he felt like he was too tainted to even think about pressing his lips against yours. you were too pure and innocent. not a single thought inside your pretty little brain.

little did he know, all you could think about was him.

"aqua, please i wanna kiss." you pushed your lips out like a fish, clearly unfamiliar with kissing. he sighed in relief, but also somehow felt nervous to lean in.

he had countless fantasies about kissing you. more dreams beyond just kissing, but dreams of being intimate with you. if you hadn't shifted yourself right on top of his cock, he wouldn't have hastily pushed you down with his lips pressed against yours.

you squealed in surprise from the sudden movement, but he protected your head when you two had tumbled to the floor. he pulled away to look at you, both of you out of breath from the intensity of the kiss.

you looked so pretty just waiting for him to continue and let him do whatever he wanted to. he knew you'd agree with whatever he told you to do. but he wanted to relish in the fact that you were lying there so perfectly, patiently waiting his next command like such a good girl.

"you still want another one?" he teased, inspecting the redness on your face that trailed down the entirety of your body.

"mhm, wanna get her taste off your lips." his cock pulsed at your sudden possessiveness. you didn't even know how to kiss 10 seconds ago, but he wanted to see how much he could teach you in one night.

"yeah, you'll help me like a good, little girl, right?" he dragged you closer by the thigh before pressing his lips on yours once more.

[parkouringrabbit]

Snippet Sunday

Umm, I've never done this before, and this is actually my first actual post on tumblr. *Clears throat* hello to my like, 3 followers? Yea, you there, how's it going? 👉 👈 Oh, heres one @hylianworrier (I think I'm supposed to tag you for tagging me, right?)

Erm, I don't have much going on, I got this side durge fic, which is a little dark. It's probably gonna be a while before it goes anywhere, but you can have a bit of it if you'd like.

Modern AU, a durge named Jareth (Justin) and Gale, who is the librarian at Blackstaff university. Jareth struggles with voices in his head and a dark past, and he draws to keep himself distracted. He finds peace in the library and with a certain librarian.

Gale ponders Araj’s offer. Tempting as it was, there was no guarantee what she told him was even the truth. A wicked woman, but like a witch in the woods with a poisoned apple, he was tempted. What if that apple was a cure? Not even that, a simple extension. An extension of his mother’s life, wilting away like a long neglected sunflower that had done nothing but stretch for the sun and give others a glimpse into what true beauty was. Was he willing to bite that apple, soiling his own values? Maybe, just maybe. A small price to pay. He would lay stricken and cursed encased in a glass coffin, fooled by a magic wishing apple, all for the chance of ensuring that sunflower had the ability to touch the sun a few more times. The possibility of it being truly nefarious was very probable, but if he had learned anything in his 40 years on this earth, is that there is no such thing as absolutes. There’s always a gray area.  A paper falls next to Gale from seemingly out of nowhere. It startles him, and he sits back slightly. He glances at it briefly; it’s a highly detailed sketch of the library, viewed from the entrance. Turning, he looks up to a tall figure looking over him. It’s the man from yesterday, the same emotionless expression on his face. Justin, he remembers.  Gale is a little speechless, turning back to grasp the cartridge paper in his hands. The details are remarkable, from the diffuser on his desk to the number of shelves on either side of  the room. The floor to ceiling windows lining the back of the library are also here, a birchwood tree visible through the glass. From his  recollection, Gale only remembers the man visiting the library once. How had he remembered such painstaking details of the setup? Gale set the paper down, turning to Justin. “Remarkable, how did you manage to get every single detail in here? Is this what you were drawing yesterday?” Justin shook his head, “no. I drew it this morning.” Gale raised his eyebrows, “you have quite the talent. I’m impressed.” He looked around the break room, “what are you doing in here, anyway? This area isn’t for students.” Justin shifted, considering his question, “sorry. I didn’t know.” Gale sighed, “it’s fine. Thank you for showing me this, though.” He hands the paper back. “Keep it, ‘s yours.” Justin turned, leaving the room as quietly as he entered it.  Gale watched a little dumbfounded as Justin went back to the table he sat at the previous day, assuming his hunched over position. Gale studied him curiously as he flipped through a book and reached into his pocket. It was a new pencil, fresh and not within an inch of its life like the previous pencil had been. Justin opened his sketchbook and began diligently marking, seemingly lost within the pages.

[can-of-pringles]

Do you have any details about your winged characters' wings (or habits/routines they have around their wings) that only a bird owner would know? Are there any things non-bird owners get wrong about wings/feathers that make you cringe to read?

Or just any other details about how having birds affects the way you write, like... bird-like traits I guess lol

Thanks! Good questions.

Hm... I haven't really thought of specifics before but I guess now is a good chance to.

For specific characters, both Odel and Iriel (more so Odel) had to add/learn the habit of caring for their wings into their schedule eventually because it wasn't something taught or encouraged by Heaven. (Since it's not considered related to work so why spend time on it when you could just miracle your wings groomed) and yes technically using a miracle would get the job done, but it's not the same.

And then Lee had to get used to her whole new bird form (let alone wings) but to her, I imagine the wings almost felt like secondary arms that she had to learn how to use... or maybe just like her arms but they're different now? Anyway, there was certainly a learning period. I think she did gain some instinct though, but just instinct alone isn't enough.

Now not as character specific but little habits or routines most of them would do I think. Okay, one thing's for sure, birds are dusty. Very dusty. They will get dust on you and little particles I guess? From preening. Even slightly their wings drop some dust. So maybe winged characters would put a sheet/towel down when grooming so the dust is caught and the sheet can just be washed. Unless they want to vacuum it up I guess. I also am wondering if they'd have an air purifier to help. Or something like that to help with the dust.

I don't know exactly what kind of feather it is, but there are these super 'sticky' (not physically sticky, but rather they just stick to surfaces like crazy) feathers that get everywhere. They're like little fluffs rather than a typical feather. Maybe it's downy feathers or whatever they're called. But anyway I can imagine that no matter how well characters clean their home, somehow one or two of these feathers will be sticking around lol.

I don't read a whole lot of (poorly written) fics with winged characters but one thing I would run into sometimes was that characters would use brushes on their wings? Don't do that! Even if it's a super soft bristle brush, it's not really worth it. No combs either. Just no combs or brushes like we use on our hair. Feathers aren't the same as hair. You can just gently run them through your fingers.

Also, kinda gross but feathers can be kinda greasy... it's not grease exactly but birds have like a gland around their tail that makes a coating thing they use on their feathers to keep them looking good I think. (Including on wings I'm pretty sure) but yeah if a winged character is preening their wings maybe there would be a gland somewhere? And they're probably going to want to wash their hands afterward.

In the same thing, but also I never see pin feathers get mentioned. Even though they're super common. Pin feathers are new feathers that birds grow that are encased in a sort of... greasy coating that they have to groom and remove in order to free the new feathers. The coating is not very hard so it doesn't take much to remove them. And most of the time other birds will help preen them. (Or owners can help too if their birds are cool with it) so maybe it could be a bit of a bonding thing between characters? Especially if they're in a place that's not easily reached.

Another thing I like to mention in writing when/if it comes up is that molting takes a lot of energy, and so I personally think most winged characters would probably feel a little tired or under the weather during a big molt. It can take a lot out of birds and sometimes you have to give them extra vitamins, minerals, or certain food to help. So maybe when winged characters are molting they could take more/any supplements or things like that. Yes, it is different when it's just wings molting, but most winged characters are humanoid, meaning their wings are probably extra big compared to a bird.

Probably just one more tip/thing I would include, potential body language through wings. Of course, my experience is just budgies, so keep that in mind, but I think they say a lot with their wings. If they hold their wings out, it's probably hot. Keeping wings super close to their body and all of their feathers are flat against their body? Probably scared. Squawking and continuously flapping their wings/flying or hovering slightly in the same place? In my experience that's throwing a bit of a fit lol. Just stuff like that I think could really add to writing winged characters, if you're looking to add more bird characteristics.

Sorry, this kinda turned into a long rant about just general bird/wing advice. Hope you still like it anyway.

[fairlyabookie]

I'm Dreaming

Author's note: A late bday gift for @mcdonaldsnumberone! This is my first time writing bllk - Sorry if this seems ooc! Hope you enjoy!

Note: implied established relationship | pet names

You stare at the reflection draped in pastel blues and subtle white, a bold corset outlining your bust, accompanied by a lavish bow at the waistline. This dress was different from what you'd typically wear for formal events: romantic yet feminine, bold yet commonplace. The colors were perfect, a shade of blue that reminded you of a sky by springtime. The shoes, off-white heels with a bit of satin by the belt, brought attention to the dress. 

Light knocks tap on the door. 

“Can I come in, [Reader]?” 

Feeling heat rush by your ears, you consent. In comes your boyfriend Kaiser, his handsome features melting to an expression of pleasant surprise. 

"You look absolutely stunning, my love." 

A voice startles you from your stupor, streaks of blue and blond sneaking by your side. Warm hands encase your waist as a smile graces the interloper's lips. 

"Kaiser.." 

There was no way to avoid his love stricken gaze, heat rushing up your cheeks and your ears by the comment. 

"What do you think, hmm? Is this the one?" 

"..." 

You dare not voice out the affirmative, lest you'd be faced by a coquettish remark from him. Not even just an hour since you two entered the store, you two had fallen head over heels for this dress; it complemented Kaiser's royal blue locks and embodied a dress your childhood self would love to wear one day.

Kaiser, in his right mind, almost felt guilty monopolizing you for a shopping trip. Sure, it wouldn’t cost much to buy a pretty dress for you; besides, he quite liked that flustered expression on you. The blue dress, in his opinion, was perfect; he noticed the way your gaze lingered on the mannequin donning the dress, and how he almost envisioned you in it. 

“I’ll take this dress.” 

You say after a while of contemplation. 

“Perfect. I’ll buy it for you.” 

“Hmm? I thought we’re just going to rent it for the gala..” 

“No, I’m buying it.” 

He buries his nose against the crook of your neck. 

“Wearing this dress for one day would be such a waste; you could wear this dress how many times you want to wear it. That’s an order from me.” 

A scoff escapes your lips by the cheesy yet adoring remark, an intense heat encompassing your ears and neck. 

"Don't you have a penchant for flirting around with pretty things, Your Highness."

You pray sarcasm could save you from the emotional turmoil he was giving you.

"Oh, I do. When I see my said pretty thing enjoying themselves in front of me."

~ ~ ~

Days prior, you noticed a poster advertising a school-wide gala that would take place on the following weekend. Morbid curiosity had you taking a picture of the poster as a reminder to yourself. 

“Hey.” 

You almost let a curse slip, your phone jolting from your grip by the sudden call. 

“Kaiser, you seriously need to stop sneaking around! At least announce your arrival or something!” 

“Fufu, aren’t you adorable, my little bunny. What’s this?” 

Kaiser’s gaze fixates on the poster detailing the gala, an intrigued smile curving his lips. 

“It’s a dance.”  

You say. Memories of middle school and high school dances flicker about your mind - awkward episodes that almost made you cringe on the spot, stories of long dresses getting dragged and lavish - almost ostentatious - get ups for just a spectacular night. 

Your boyfriend, whom you'd never thought you'd be in a relationship with, spares a glance at you before asking. A devilish thought bubbles in his mind: driving you to the most lavish department store he could think of was the perfect idea.

“Shall we do some shopping then?” 

You instantly reply, not thinking twice about what his suggestion would occur should you consent.

“Yes.” 

[ladystormcrow]

hi Crow! for the writing asks - ✅🎶🌅

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

There are a lot of lines in Trio Sonata that I'm fond of, lol. For this occasion, I'll go with a bit from the scene at the cafe in Chapter 4, where we're properly introduced to Le Chouette and his two main henchmen:

He produced a photograph, still encased in an engraved silver frame, and laid it on the table before Santoni and Voclain. “This is the man we are seeking.” Santoni leaned in for a closer look, and grimaced. “Poor fellow. No wonder he looks unhappy about having his picture taken.” “Indeed,” Voclain chuckled. “One of my fellow invalids?”

Since this is still early in the story, I wanted to preserve the mystery of who Le Chouette is while still dropping hints and raising questions (how and why does he have a photo of Erik, especially one that someone valued enough to put in a fancy frame? how does he know so much about Erik, when he mentions that he's never actually met him?). I also enjoyed playing around with not actually describing the photo, but letting the characters' reactions get it across while also letting those reactions reveal more about the characters themselves (they're both career criminals, but Santoni is capable of feeling a little sympathy for their target, while Voclain, despite having a similar disfigurement himself, just finds someone else's suffering amusing).

🎶 do you write with music? does the music you’re listening to influence your writing?

I don't typically listen to music while I'm writing (it's too distracting), but I do compile playlists for fics, and listen to them throughout the day to help me with inspiration and thinking through scenes and plot points (especially while driving -- I've had some major "eureka!" story planning moments on long drives).

🌅 do you typically known the ending to something before you start writing it?

Absolutely. The ending plus a few pivotal scenes are usually the first things I come up with when planning a story, and I build the plot backwards from there. Some of the exact details may change in the course of actually writing, but I usually end up sticking pretty close to the ending I originally had in mind.

[reddogf13]

Pride & Ruin CH 5

on A03 as well

Alcina X Ethan

summery: Determined to find his daughter Ethan Winters, an omega, storms the castle of Alcina Dimitrescu, an alpha. While fleeing her three beta daughters Ethan has the unfortunate luck of being snagged on the alphas claws. Slipping out a yelp, Ethan fears the worst. Instead, luck will be in his favor under a prideful alpha and Miranda’s plans will fall to ruin.

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - fowl language and gore

Previous chap: Ch:4 Splintered

Next chap: Ch:6 Before the Storm

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~Ch:5 A Bitter End~

Karl looked at Alcina while his mind shot through calculations. She'd never made a go at him past verbal insults. To be so physical meant only two things. An order from on high to deal with him or a revolt and one was far more likely than the other.

“I warned you, Heisenberg! You can't afford any mistakes right now!” she roared him into stepping back.

“you and that witch ain't taking me down!” shooting up chunks of metal toward her.

It was swiftly dealt with by clashing claws. Untouched metal sliced through with the ease of a hot knife through butter. Forced back he called more and more to his side for an encasement of armor. “you don't stand a chance here, I got way more! Even if you take my ass down, I'll gladly take you with me!” facing off with her on a narrow railing. “What did she tell you, huh? What's the ceremony about? She ordered you to get rid of me, what about you? Or your daughters? You don't think they'll be next?”

Her furious expression shifted to indifference, then a smile. She laughed, claws retracting to cross her arms. “I'm not following Miranda.”

Karl lowered his fists, gathered metal drooping, but stayed close in case of another attack. “... dropped the mother title, aye? ... what are you here for?”

“I want Miranda dead.”

“why?! After all this time, what changed? You expect me to assume you switched out of the blue?”

“the man-thing and his child, never escaped. I've always had them. my daughters were the ones to steal her from Salvatore.”

“What's so important about them?”

“He's an omega.”

his shoulders fell as chunks of metal clattered to the floor. “oh.” building a nervous sweat that he had injured an omega under not just one alpha, but two.

“I used to be unwavering in my loyalty, you know it. Despite it all she showed how much trust I truly have. While she's around, she threatens both their lives. You have some brains, right? The ceremony, an omega, a stolen omegas child used to lure him here.”

“I get it. … is he … close to uh-”

“I just got him back on suppressants. Donna has been acting as his beta in an agreed traditional courting.”

“so, he hasn't agreed yet?” holding in a laugh.

“no.” grumbling. “I didn't realize at first, our meeting after escaping your hands wasn't the most pleasant, to put it lightly. I've been having to rebuild and despite his answer, Miranda must fall to ensure his safety. I'm done with submitting, which is why I'm here. To talk business.”

shedding the metal. “mm.” floating pieces falling down. “alright, I'll bite, what you got in mind?”

She reached into her waist band to pull out a long rectangular black box. “this I feel will be perfect for you. Take extreme care when handling it.”

The business meeting was longer than expected without being too overly drawn out. Leaving his factory she pulled out a silver case from her waistband. Slipping out a cig to tap into her long black holder. Flicking it alight by a snap of two claws, to take a deep inhale. Pluming smoke the whole way home to crush the last bit under her heel before the front door. Right as she stepped through, Bela came to greet her.

“Did it go well?” interested to know since her mother left toward the factory. Her sisters were just as interested, but knew that harassing their mother for details would get them nothing. Forced to wait for Bela to return with the news.

“a bit of yelling, but things are settled.”

“what next?”

“arrangements with the duke. Then we wait for the inevitable meeting. … see where things land.”

“arrangements for a suppressant schedule?”

“no. … if i- ...”

the cheerfulness her daughter had disappeared. “... can I join?”

“yes. Try not to tell your sisters too much of what you hear. They don't show it, but I know they're anxious. Especially Cassandra. I'd rather save the news for tomorrow after we've all rested.”

“Yes, mother.” walking closely at her side into the duke's room.

A cheerful tone spoken on a puff off his cigar. “ah, wonderful to see some visitors. How may I help you two ladies?” happiness lacked from the two sitting down. “need lifting of a burden?” he figured out before they spoke a word.

“The next meeting Miranda calls won't be very pleasant. I need insurance if Miranda walks out and I don't.”

He nodded. “I'm not a fighting man, as you can tell.” waving a hand over himself. “I can offer many other services. Special requests to be carried out to full customer satisfaction.”

“I need an evacuation plan for my girls, Lady Beneviento, Mr. Winters, his daughter and … Heisenberg.” nearly gagging on the last name. “if he manages to escape the meeting.”

“that I can do. Where to?”

“I've recently fulfilled an arrangement of purchasing vineyards in the southern part of Spain.” slipping out a paper detailing everything on the property. Bela was most interested in the wine making there as well as the housing. Not as big and grand as the castle, but well adorned in local styled luxury within its tall arched halls. The land being wide open beautiful expanses in the countryside far from snooping neighbors. “far enough it may escape Miranda's eye. The temperature of the area will give the girls room to run without suffering drops like here. A whole business to earn a living that they've been raised to learn all about.”

If it weren't for the reasons why, Bela would be excited to move to Spain. Being able to freely go out all times of the year instead of only half was freeing. A whole new world to explore with culture and foods not like the miserable village left to rot.

“Wonderful taste as always.” complimenting Alcina on her choice. “Any luggage coming with?”

A lot of talk back and forth went into what could be carried. Many things would need to be left behind. Then to where they would gather as the meeting was held. What would happen depending on which IF came true. Bela hated each point brought up, but wanted to hear it. Ultimately being the eldest, she'd be the lead in taking over. The reason why her mother allowed her in on this deathly serious meeting. It went on long into the night before payment was handed over. Following her mother to her bedroom for another discussion. Being the eldest, most responsible of the three, she was entrusted to take over most the estate. Accounts, ownership, to business dealings were handed down. Bela went off to give her sisters something to placate their hounding for updates. Telling that mothers meeting at the factory went smoothly and now it was a waiting game. Leaving out the meetings between them and the duke to keep the peace. Satisfied by what they got, everyone went to bed. A mix of fear and anxiety looming over the fast approaching storm counting down the days.

The next morning Donna was cooking in the kitchen. A simple broth she had to stand a few feet from as Angie kept launching bunches of chopped vegetables in it. Expecting details to be shared later on the final set up between Alcina, Heisenberg and the duke. In the meantime she'd been keeping a close eye on Ethan after yesterday's fiasco. Sending Angie down to go check on him as she cooked. Refreshed from a bath Ethan was stitched up again. Many smaller injuries were just about gone with the bigger ones no longer a worry. His fever was the biggest concern now. A second crisis almost happened in the night when he woke up to Rose still missing. Busting the elevator gate before being tackled down by dolls. Donna had to up the meds she forced him to take until he calmed down enough. Chugging down the herbal tea every few hours to stay ahead of his sickness.

Coming down from it had him feeling isolated down below. Alone in bed, Donna appeared only to give him tea every few hours. Rosemary was up top with her, so close yet so far. The separation was having him feel horrible. After his fighting panics he didn't blame her for taking Rose. Taking a chance he left the room to meet his guard.

Angie back at her post on a chair out in the hall. “you're supposed to be in bed.”

“I know. Can I come up?” hoping for a yes, but expecting a no.

The doll was quiet for an awkwardly long time. “what do you want that's up there?”

“Rose. … not being down here in the dark.” there were no windows down below. Only a few aged lamps that weren't very bright.

“fine. You have to stay seated up there. You're not allowed to get up unless we say so.”

“alright.” knowing they were taking a risk letting him up. If he panicked and ran outside the Lycan's could nab him or worse, mother Miranda would see him. Going up stairs had him feel a bit better already. Seeing sun for the first time in a couple days he basked in it down the hall. Given a moment before Angie ushered him forward to the living room. He sat on the long couch, by the fireplace, to curl up at its end. Resting half himself on the arm rest he closed his eyes. Coming to by Donna lightly waking him. He looked at the grandfather clock for the time. About ten minutes had passed since he closed his eyes. Looking to a cup Donna handed him full of more herbal tea.

“Foods coming.” Angie informed.

Ethan chugged down the medicinal tea with a disgusted face off the taste. Swapping the empty cup for the soup Donna brought. A warm broth swirling with thinly shredded veggies. Without using the spoon he took to drinking it straight from the bowl. Light pounding in his head went away after the first few gulps. Donna took the bowl when he finished, more was offered, but he refused for now. On the verge of sleep again when he heard a familiar giggle. Snapping his attention to it he saw Donna carrying Rosemary over. Handing him his baby girl to hold with a blanket to wrap them both in. snuggling down with Rose in his arms left him content. Smiling at his precious child who smiled back. Holding onto his hand to playfully patting at his face. She was making baby babble, a noise of comfort, rather than staying quiet. An instinctual safety measure for hiding if anything felt off. Since Ethan fell sick she had practically been playing dead. Quiet, unmoving except for when it came to eating. Looking for her missing dad since the separation yesterday. Wanting to be with him as bad as Ethan did. Handed a bottle he happily fed her and by the time that was finished he was notified of visitors.

Angie was by a side window. “they're coming if you want to hide back down.”

thinking for a moment, he shook his head. “I'm fine.”

“she's going to be here for a little while.”

“its okay.”

“if you're suuuuure.”

He pulled the blanket up to wrap them deeper. A minor claim of space where he sat to feel more secure. Hearing the front door open, some light conversation in the distance then a buzzing noise coming into the room.

“you're up?!” It was Daniela, far too excited to see him. “ooh, can I see the baby?” zooming over she heavily leaned above him far too close. Agitated by her attempts at a look he growled at her. She backed off a bit puzzled over what she'd done wrong. Another buzzing swarm entered the room.

Bela yanking her sister away. “You can't invade his space like that!” scolding her away from Ethan. The alarming growl attracted everyone's attention to come check on him.

Alcina's face shifted from concern to interest. “He's up here?” glancing at Donna.

“We told him you were coming, he wanted to stay.”

She was careful when looking toward him. Doing her best to avoid making him nervous enough to hide back downstairs. A minor meeting by his choice was a big step in the courting. Annoyed that Angie confiscated her gift today as punishment for that small kiss. Oh well, least he's doing better. Crossing the room she took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. Preserving the required space between them. Cassandra sat on a separate chair next to her. Donna across from the two while Daniela explored the house and Bela was wrangling her for the meeting.

Peeking through the doorway, Bela wasn't the most enthusiastic when asking. “Lady Beneviento, may we have some soup?” shooting a glare at Daniela giggling out of view.

Angie waved her arm up then dropped it. “yeah, yeah, take it before it gets cold. No reason to let it go to waste.”

A happy screech from Daniela was heard. a swarming buzz chased by Bela complaining about her behavior. A moment later they returned with bowls of soup on trays for everyone. Donna handed a cup instead for easy eating under the vale.

Angie started the meeting off officially. “So what did Dr. Frankenstein say?”

“as gun ho as I thought he'd be. He argued about trying to wait for his experiments to be ready. But knowing the circumstances, he knows there's no waiting. All that's left is for Miranda to trigger one final meeting between us.”

“what then?”

“Me and Heisenberg will go. The rest of you will meet with the duke by the old train tunnel. Wait there until one of us returns, or it's been too long. When one of us does come, we've decided a password to let you know right away who's approaching. The duke has been paid to take you all to Spain if-”

“we're going to Spain?!” Daniela's excitement getting ahead of her.

“... we'll see. Don't interrupt.”

“sorry.” slumping down in her chair.

“... I bought a lot of property in Spain. Another winery the girls will know how to run. I've given Bela the accounts. She has all the paperwork to get started on-”

Cassandra sat up to cut her off. “What do you mean?”

“don't interrupt.”

“No. What do you mean? Why is she getting everything?”

“she's the eldest who's the most-”

“no! That's not what I'm asking! Why is she getting it at all?! Why won't you be managing it anymore?!”

their mother sighed. They had to know at some point. “Cassandra, if i-”

“no! There's no if! There can't be an if! You'll-”

a knock at the door silenced them all.

Angie looked to Alcina to whisper. “you expecting?”

She shook her head. Donna went to calmly answer the door with Angie staying behind. Alcina looked toward the door next to them that led to the elevator. Too noticeable. The sound of the elevator leaving for no reason would be suspicious. They watched Angie for a cue as to who was at the door.

Snapping forward the doll warned immediately. “hide him.”

They looked around to where they could stuff him away. Useless spaces of behind the couch or under a coffee table were the only options. Thinking fast, Alcina shifted over to sit as close as possible. “don't move.” covering him entirely in the blanket. She leaned herself over him and crossed her legs. Blocking the view of him almost entirely. What wasn't was hidden by the blanket blending into the couch. Bela stood closely at their side to block another view of him if Miranda got close. If they played this off as a normal meeting she wouldn't suspect a thing. Alcina scented the air in a deep breath. Wincing at the pharmaceutical smell. Good, she won't smell him. Putting on a big smile when the grand ruler herself stepped into the room. Decorated in her golden crest down to a matching mask of a curved beak. Accented by chains to sharp talons ending each finger. “Mother Miranda, lovely seeing you join us.”

“I wanted to speak with you, but the castle was empty. What's the occasion of this meeting at lady Beneviento's?”

“to discuss where the man-thing could be. Lady Beneviento hasn't seen a hair of him and neither have my girls or that clod Heisenberg.”

“you spoke with him too?”

“tried to.” rolling her eyes. “a child as always who never takes anything serious. Do you have any news?”

“no.” stepping around the couches with Donna not far behind. “I was going around to speak about this.” shooing Cassandra from her seat to take it over. Donna sitting back in her original spot. “You've all disappointed me.”

Great, A long talk is just what we need. Holding herself together as Miranda sat within reaching distance. She could be here for hours talking about every minor detail. “ah, I'm sorry we haven't been up to par-”

“What have you discussed so far?”

“mm, he's not in the village. Heisenberg hasn't seen him. The Lycan's haven't given a call since his first appearance. Nor have Beneviento's watch dolls.”

Angie threw out a bone for Miranda to gnaw at. “Salvatore's reservoir is the only place left.”

“haven't your girls checked there?”

“no.” Cassandra answered. “We can't afford to get wet in this weather.”

Bela spoke up next. “We've only done flyovers. Never entered the cave system.”

Angie added on. “Maybe he never left after getting that brat back. The whole place is rotten and falling apart. Are we sure they didn't drown?”

Miranda's gaze flecked away then back in a second. Alcina knew she was questioning that as a possibility.

“she's right mother, what also of the child? It has to eat doesn't it? He certainly can't do that.”

Her relaxed face contorted to a hint of anger. “by outsmarting all of you he's proven to be capable of keeping her alive. The black god has shown no recent changes if he had fallen. My disappointment in you grows each day. I've waited so long for this and you all lounge in your houses. This ceremony should have been done days ago!”

“is- is it too late?” part of her hoping to hear it was. Was she expecting Ethan to pass his heat by now?

“no, a minor bump in the road. That should have been solved if you all weren't so lazy!”

“mother, please.” Alcina was about ready to claw into the couch. “if we knew we would-”

“It took you this long to bother searching the reservoir! Why didn't one of you search days ago?!” locking onto the tall lord. “I know why. Don't want to mess in the muck. So you send your daughters out, who are absolutely useless. But what do I expect from flimsy experiments? Should have had you dispose of them, they've only been a distraction to you.”

Each insult was a coal thrown into the dragon's heart. A raging fire readying to unleash itself in this very room. Snorting fire past a maw of gnashing teeth demanding blood to slate its thirst. Everything gained a red hue, voices distorting to deep rumbles of air. A gentle bucket of ice doused the boiler threatening to explode as Ethan's hand rested on her back. Grounding her down into holding it together in reminding her why. Retracting her claws seeping into the couch unintentionally. Breathing out the fire and brimstone filling her gut.

“I don't tolerate slackers.” Miranda continued her verbal lashes. “the man-thing slipped through your grasp after only a day. Did you bother to do anything at all? Perhaps you left a door wide open for him to be someone else's problem?” each one another coal that soon Ethan couldn't cool.

“We'll find him.” Angie jumped in to block. “Let us-”

“we?! What we?!” Miranda shot up from her seat. “you're an inanimate object. That I shouldn't expect a high lord to use for basic talking!” her cold glare switching to Donna shrinking in her seat. “a mistake that should have never been a lord. If only your sister survived. She had potential. You never leave this place unless it's to mess with your pointless garden. You'll never find winters, even if he came here I doubt you'd handle him at all. All the power to make an army kill itself under hallucinations and what do you do with it? Nothing! a wasted gift of new life after sparing you of a decaying brain! Ungrateful wretch!” hand lashing out in gleaming gold. The sound that came wouldn't be forgotten. Fabric torn away as did the flesh underneath. separated as two parts of velcro. white skin revealed changed to a vibrant red instantly. Blood fell as a waterfall onto the couch to stream down onto the floor into a fast growing pool.

[roguelov]

There's a lot here so filth warning for use of restraints, sex toys, hand job, blowjob, anal play, overstimulation, squirting, and my favorite part... Dom Reader 🤭

Morpheus would try to do everything possible to fill out his partner's sexual needs, even if they haven't said it out loud. He can be very enthusiastic about it and sometimes get in over his head, not thinking about the possibilities of his partner's fantasies, only the fact that he wants them happy and satisfied.

So one day in The Dreaming, he leads you both to your shared chambers when the mood is right. He hopes more than anything that you'll voice your hidden wants to him.

However, the - what feels like - hours of kissing and slow grinding against each other makes him impatient. He's eager! The Dream Lord releases your lip from between his teeth, quickly soothing the indent that has formed with his tongue, before speaking.

"I can feel you hesitating, My Love," his voice is gentle as he cages your head between his arms. Morpheus' sparkling eyes have dimmed considerably compared to a few moments ago, ready to cease his actions at your word. "Am I going too fast?"

You part your lips only for nothing to come out. This is something you've never thought of having a conversation on. The evidence being how much you've both spoken about your enjoyment before, during and after the multiple days and nights pleasuring each other, bringing the other towards equally shared bliss. So why bring up something that could potentially throw a wrench into that ectasy?

"It's just... I..." You trail off with your gaze switching between his twinkling irises. You take a deep breath and release it slowly. "I want to have sex with you, don't get me wrong," your genuine smile eases his mind only slightly. There are still questions swimming around in his head. But instead of bombarding you with his anxieties, he encourages you to continue with a small tilt of his head.

"I don't want to scare you with what I want to do."

Your words give him pause. You? Scare him? After your years of being together, bearing your souls, and promising to stay by the other's side?

"Oh, Dear Heart," he drops his head to place a reassuring kiss to your lips. "Please, quell those thoughts." Another kiss. "I will always speak on what I do and do not enjoy just as you have." He leans down for another, this one much slower than the last. "We will figure this out as we always have." You smile, this time bringing down Morpheus' head to peck his lips.

"Would it be easier if I let your fantasies run rampant within our chambers?" His proposal has your eyes growing wide with alarm but he can see the underlying arousal burning within you. He can see the confidence in you grow exponentially and it ignites his own passion. Your ideas ready to be fulfilled. Your lips form a line of determination and you give a decisive nod.

Golden specks skate over the two of you, the walls also trickling sand and the world becoming dark for but a mere moment as the environment reshapes itself.

Suddenly, you are catching yourself on your and Morpheus' bed. One knee on the edge of the comforter and hands landing shoulder width in front of you. As you try to even your breath from the startling shift of gravity, you lift your head and oh what a sight there is to behold.

The bedroom is dark save for the perimeter of the bed being illuminated by candles. In front of you, tied to the headboard in black silk, is the love of your life. His wrists are bound together and his ankles are encased in a similarly colored set of padded cuffs to keep his legs open. His legs in question, are hugged inside of satin stockings all the way up to his thighs. The patterns mimic floral and feather-like details swirling into one another.

Forcing your eyes away from the fabric and between his covered legs is another task that feels like it takes years. Tucked and properly lubricated inside of Morpheus' ass is an above average size anal plug. If you didn't gulp at the sight of it, you probably wouldn't have noticed the buzzing coming from said object.

A half bitten groan tears your gaze away. Morpheus' head is thrown back as he grinds down on the toy, almost teasing you, tempting you to come closer. So you do, crawling on all fours up the bed and over the Endless' body like a feline about to strike. The Dream Lord is already teary eyed, not unlike other times you two are in the throes of passion.

"Thi- ahhh - is most unexpected, My Love," Morpheus stutters as he forces his watery gaze to meet your more stunned expression. His face is flushed, hair even wilder than usual, and slight smirk present. He gives a shudder and he's once again moving the plug inside of him against the bed with an open mouth that turns into a grin as your eyes darken. "But not unwelcome."

Your hand rises to gently land on Morpheus' sweat covered chest. He releases a breathy moan at the contact and tries to move as far as his restraints will allow him so he can be closer. This truly was everything you hoped and dreamed for. The love of your life powerless under your touch, ready to accept anything from you, eager to please and receive what you deemed him worthy of. Your worries from earlier disintegrate as your hand trails down past the curls of hair wetted by precum.

"I love you so much," are the only words you can muster before you dive for his lips, your hand simultaneously wrapping around his leaking cock. He keens and hungrily kisses back as you jerk him off. He's so into this. Committed to the role that he is allowing to play out from your deepest kept secrets. Not able to do anything but receive and let go. It's almost mind numbing for both of you.

The pitch of his muffled moans go up a fraction but just enough for you to know the orgasm about to rip through him. And oh it does. His back arches so beautifully and his legs have wound themself around you at some point. The flame from the candles grow as Morpheus reaches his first high of the night, kiss swollen lips forming a perfect 'o', dark eyebrows bunched up, limbs shaking, body on fire.

You don't stop there. Not after the second orgasm you give him where you remove the plug from his hole to instead press it to his already hardening cock so your index and middle finger can explore the newly vacant area. Not after the third orgasm you give him which closely follows the last, this one with the anal plug buzzing against his perineum and the warmth of your mouth engulfing his cock. And definitely not after the fourth orgasm where you hold his tongue and lips hostage with your own and don't even fully insert the vibrating plug before brushing against something so deep inside of him that he cums immediately.

Your own clothes feel too tight, a pool between your legs having formed long ago from witnessing Morpheus in the lingerie. You look and feel like you're panting more than him, which is true.

"One more? Please? I promise this will be the last one. I can see you becoming exhausted," you speak into his ear after several breaths, your eyes half lidded and searching his sweaty face. He turns his head, mind half melting, meeting your lips once again in a slow and all consuming kiss before answering your request with a challenge.

"I'll take anything you give me."

It's instantaneous, the overwhelming pleasure from his other releases combined with the new spot inside of him that you now zero in on with the cum covered plug. He somehow reigns in his control of the blazing candles, making sure not to burn down your surroundings. Morpheus' cock pulses after one thrust of the plug harder and faster than the rest and he's stumbling off the edge once more, face of pure ecstasy and moaning you name with unfiltered adoration and devotion.

His release is thinner and more transparent, spilling up and off the sides of his lithe figure. The aftershocks in his body seem never ending as he descends into his body one final time. His eyes peek through his long lashes and his restraints fade away.

Morpheus beckons you to lay besides him with a single hand lifting off the bed. You join him under the covers that clean themselves and wrap yourself around his warm frame, happy about the outcome of the conversation you have been dreading for so long. He's dried and cleaned himself off with nothing but a thought and his face finds its way in your neck. He huffs a laugh as his lips graze your skin,

"We should do this again."

I CAME BACK TO THIS AMAZING SHIT HOLY FUCK!!!

THE CARE? THE LOVE? THE SPICINESS? LINGERIE? THE ‘I’ll take anything you give me’??? IM IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS!!! I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS

[graylinesspam]

Attending galas was one of the bigger perks of joining the Wayne family in Selina's opinion. The children were never so enthused as she was, but that mattered little to her. Selina was a woman who loved to be seen.

Even and especially if that meant being draped over the arm of a handsome man. She had always believed that the natural counterpart to stealing was flaunting. Why have what others cannot envy?

So as the boys tugged their ties and bemoaned their state of dress Selina was primping. Smoothing her hands down the length of her white satin bodice. The gala tonight was sea themed so she'd had Bruce commission something special for her. It was a faithful recreation of Christian Dior's 1949 dress Junon. The large scalloped skirt details that would have looked very tacky in any other style shined just the way that Dior had designed them to with over three thousand hand sown sequins. Over every white petal curve blue and white sparkles caught the light like drops of water.

She'd had her hair jelled into finger waves; little black curls left plastered to her forehead. She was only waiting for Bruce to deliver her jewelry.

"Any idea what he's picked out?" Selina asked Dick as he leaned against the wall beside her mirror.

"something extravagant I'm sure" he sighed

Selina and Bruce had a game they played, where he picked out her jewelry and she always complained that it was too plain. Selina was the kind of woman that would always be dripping in diamonds if she could. And Bruce while rich had old fashioned tastes.

"well I hope that he'll do better than a string of pearls, I can't let every old biddy in the building out do me in that respect."

Dick cast an uncomfortable look to Barbara, his date, who Selina could see through the mirror was pulling long white opera gloves on.

"The Waynes don't wear pearls." Barbara corrected while she ran a hand over the chain of sapphires that sat snug round her neck.

Selina paused as she was putting away her lipgloss. "oh, I see. Well, all the better. everyone else will be wearing pearls, and when I won't be, it'll be easier to show them up."

Bruce appeared then at the top of the stairs in his dark blue suit A White satin box in hand. Everyone stood back as he descended the stairs and held the long rectangular box out before him.

He lifted the lid and revealed the necklace. It was sizable. Three long rows of rectangular cut diamonds encased in silver made up a two finger wide chain that plummeted low and embraced a massive blue diamond, like to hands cradling it gently with softly curling fingers.

The entire setting was breathtaking but not so much as the center diamond that was almost as large as Selina's palm. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of such an impressive stone.

When Bruce secured the heavy thing around her neck she couldn't believe how well it all went together. The light muted color of the diamond made it somehow less overpowering to the outfit than a sapphire of similar size would have been. But it shined with the dress as did her gelled hair and shiny lips. It was utterly perfect.

"No earrings to go with it?" She teased instead of admitting defeat.

"what earrings could possibly compare?" Bruce replied.

outfit under the cut

listen are these wildly out of the box items to style together? yes, but Selina is a go big or go home kinda gal and I think this fits her literally to a T.

[onewomancitadel]

Hi Seraphina,

In Volume 4 Tyrian remarks that Jaune interests him (or something to that effect). He looks down to his shield briefly while saying this. Given that Jaune is now a mythological character *in universe* (lol) perhaps Tyrian read about The Rusted Knight in "The Girl Who Fell through the World" and, well, someone who looks like an older version of Jaune is described. Maybe by chance his description also includes this small detail of the emblem on his shield (the two moons/arcs).

Does this sound reasonable, and more importantly could this idea have any significance if true? I for one am entertained by the notion that Tyrian is a mythology nerd.

Kind regards,

seldomkeep

Dear seldomkeep,

Yes, the Tyrian remark is one of those dreaded things because I've seen it used to support all sorts of theories, and I tend away from ambiguity and overt literalism.

To my eyes it's far too ambiguous in any way to set up a direct Rusted Knight thing (e.g. that Tyrian's twigged there is some myth afoot), because I don't even know if Salem knows about Ever After. That is to say, it would be much more reasonable for Tyrian's character to assume the relation is only cutesy reference at best. I also have assumed all this time that Jaune's emblem is the family herald, so there's no reason not to suspect that it's simply because of his family name. Which, mind you, at this point in V4, Jaune as a character outside that stuff really started to develop.

I don't think it's reasonable to assume from a narrative perspective that Tyrian is setting up this idea of the Rusted Knight whether that is by literal awareness or dramatic irony. It's certainly only something you'd pick up in retrospective, and the implication that he knows anything about the Rusted Knight (for Tyrian, who serves a literal fairytale figure, it's not a terrible stretch he'd know) but also by extension is aware the Rusted Knight is real is a lot for me to assume. I'm not dismissing that this can't happen, but then the question I'd have next is: why? What does it achieve? I can't really identify what it does story-wise or even practically speaking (e.g. strategic set-up).

But I don't think it's wrong to assume there is some sort of strange Jaune-Tyrian connection. I really don't know what fashion it's going to eventuate at any point, but I've always wondered why their Semblances contrast so (Aura-penetrating vs. Aura/soul-touching) unless it's really just a matter of coincidence. It's also not lost on me that Tyrian is a figure who effectively encases Mercury (as a false father figure) and Jaune has some weird set-up related to a certain Fall Maiden's redemption arc, so I don't know if there's any connection there, either (since I contend Mercury will probably be saved too).

Of course the thing I'm curious about here is to what degree is there set-up for the current scenario with Jaune and with him permanently, basically, being the Rusted Knight - which does colour some of these scenes now, no doubt. I'm still ambivalent about the permanency of his current state, but I also heavily doubt that ascendancy works the way people think it currently works (losing all one's memories) since, well, from a purely practical perspective, they're not people of Ever After, and if Jaune's fears are affirmed, that's not really interesting character development, nor does it really answer what he's most fearful of about himself and the world around him. (Of course, I do think that he will be afraid).

So no, I am sorry to say that I don't really buy it, mostly because whilst it might be neat character effect (in my eyes, it's more to do with the fact Tyrian is the one most 'aware' of Salem's predicament, he knows whom it is that he serves - myth/fairytale is real) from an analytic perspective I can't really see it working or what it would serve. As it is with character dialogue, the foreshadowing based off of it is rather quite straightforward (or ironic), and it wouldn't just be doing Tyrian character work here, but also Jaune work.

Then, once you get into that - we know Jaune's aware of the fairytale in real life, and you'd think perhaps he'd recognise his own emblem. So that's where it definitively falls apart for me. But the whole idea is that he has to live it, and now he has a very different perspective. So I wonder if having lived out the Four Maidens fairytale, he's come to any different conclusion about Ozma, and I wonder if, say, given that there's currently a rogue Fall Maiden with a missing half of the story, if he'd have anything to do with that... oh, I'm getting off track now. I'm sorry, it all circles back to Jaune and Cinder eventually. 🥰

Yours,

Seraphina

P.S. Thank you for your ask, hope you have a lovely day. <333