#i hate drawing footwear

[averyplane]

maids

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weiss redesign with some side monochrome

[aurorawritestoescape]

Get to know your moots

Thank you for the tags, lovelies @milla-frenchy @tateypots @toxicanonymity @sunshineispunk @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sawymredfox @iamasaddie @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk 😘 I loved reading your answers, friends, you’re all so amazing and cool, I don’t deserve you😍 I know I’m horribly late, I’ve been shy tbh, but I decided to play and I’m bringing you cats to make my yapping more entertaining😽

What's the origin of your blog title? I came up with it in 5 seconds bc my Libra ass needs to do something fast otherwise I’d never make a decision. The name Aurora just came to me, I think it’s beautiful, and the ‘writestoescape’ part is why I’m here, in the delulu land

OTP(s) + Shipname: me and Joel, me and Javi, me and Frankie and every other Pedro boy except for Max Lord yuck!

Favourite colour: all shades of pink under the sun

Favourite game: Overwatch. I haven’t played in a hot minute but I love it.

Song stuck in your head: timezone by Måneskin

Weirdest habit/trait? I love talking to myself. It helps me to reflect on situations. Or I just make myself laugh.

Hobbies: writing, reading, drawing, tumblr-ing, making moodboards and edits on Canva.

If you work, what's your profession? teacher

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I wish not to work but to leisure, write, read and be silly.

Something you're good at: letting things go, listening

Something you're bad at: doing anything under stress, staying cool when ppl get on my nerves

Something you love: my family, my friends

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Joel Miller, fanfiction, myself lol but tbh I’m not a big talker

Something you hate: that would be a long list bc I can complain about anything at any given moment lol but let’s say rude ppl, disrespect, small talk, entitlement, cold weather, phone/app interface updates, red footwear on men

Something you collect: unfinished wips ahah *cries I don't collect anything but I noticed that when I see a cute, fun toy for my kid, I need to buy it for her us and we have so many now, it’s a problem

Something you forget: to drink water, the importance of sleep

What's your love language? quality time

Favourite movie/show: I’m a tv show girlie, and there’re so many that I love but let’s go with friends, community, the last of us, the office, parks and rec, you, midnight mass

Favourite food: pasta, lasagna, pizza, all Italian food actually and tom yum

Favourite animal: all baby animals, they’re sooo cute.

What were you like as a child? Shy, quiet, stubborn, manipulative

Favourite subject at school? literature

Least favorite subject? maths

What's your best character trait? I’m reliable and funny in my opinion

What's your worst character trait? I’m egoistic, short tempered and can say a lot of bad stuff that makes me feel guilty afterwards. Also I’m grumpy af.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I’d sleep for three hours longer in the mornings, spend my days in the sun and have no worries at all.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I’d love to meet my grandparents and my parents to see what they were like when they were younger

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): check out the tag #fic rec🔥on my blog to see what stories I loved but I cannot not mention my man, my love, my everything Nightwalks Joel by @toxicanonymity ❤️ I’d say go read the series NOW but I’m a jealous girlie and he’s MINE!! / kidding, I recommend it so so much!!🥵😍🤤🤤🤤

Tagging you🫵 if by any chance you haven’t done it yet

[thefootprintpr0ject]

My flip flops experience

(Very Long Story)

This experience happened last year in the summer. I was 18.

I love wearing flip flops in public now. I used to be extremely anxious about people seeing my feet. Maybe it was that they'd be too pale or people would think my toes looked funny. Maybe the sound of the flip flops would draw attention to me. Maybe it could have been that people would somehow know I had a foot fetish just because I was wearing flip flops in public. But I have a strong desire to not let my anxiety keep me from doing what I want and an even stronger desire for my insane foot fetish. Bonus is the shoe fetish lol.

I always liked seeing a man wear down any type of foot wear to the point were his footprint was deeply imbedded into the footwear. Not only is that a turn on for me, it's incredibly powerful and confident even though it's so simple. Flip flops have always been the perfect thing for that to me. So I said enough was enough.

I started out small. I bought a pair of flip flops months ago and was waiting for hot weather. Took me a while to work the nerve, the horniness rather, but I decided how I was going to start was to wake up early in the morning to avoid lots of people and go for a walk in my flip flops. It felt a little off at first but MAN OH MAN it got super comfortable super fast; The feeling of the summer heat beating down on my feet was a feeling I haven't felt in years because I was so anxious before. I even got super curious and horny to try barefooting and the flipflops were the perfect opportunity because it's easy to take on and off. I found a secluded area and it's pretty much just a dirt path with a bench at the end because it's all trees at that spot. So I walked there and did my barefoot thing which was so amazing for so many reasons but that's a different story. When I was done, I thought I would hate the feeling of all that dirt grinding under my soles with the flipflops but no. It feels almost like nothing and what I can feel does feel oddly sexy for some reason. Oh and turns out all that dirt on the flipflops wore down the material faster so I was already making a footprint.

So that was my thing for a couple of weeks. I'd wake up early in the morning and go for a walk to do my barefooting thing and even try to tan because I've always been very pale.

Then I decided to push my new found boundary and try to go out later in the day where more people would see me. Just to show myself that literally no one cares if my feet are showing. Pale or not. And guess what? No one even LOOKED AT ME! I was also started to find people online that were extremely outspoken and confident about this type of thing, which was really awe-inspiring to me, and then something just clicked in me. So then I really got comfortable with it and let my mind go to foot fetish town instead of "anxiety therapist town."

I really started to love every part of wearing flips flops in public; People seeing my feet, the feeling of the wind, dirt, grass, sun and even morning dew touch at my toes. Feeling the flip flops rub and slide against my soles. Feeling the back ends slap against my heels. Hearing the sound of my flip flops against my feet and the ground. Letting my toes flex and bend a lot more than a regular shoe and the absolute feeling of my entire foot pounding and grinding into the flip flops. It's such a major turn on.

Fast forward to now after doing all of that and I am completely comfortable with my feet showing in public and being in flip flops. I feel powerful, more confident, sexy, stronger, liberated, free and even more normal than before. I'm just sad it's about all over now since summer is coming to an end.

If anyone stuck around this long and is reading this last part, thanks so much. I appreciate even just one person hearing my sweet nothings about my foot fetish. If anyone wants another experience story or something, just let me know and I'll do it.

[hellishgayliath]

Just wanted to ask you have you got some references on Pico? I've been trying to find it in your posts, but i guess I'm blind :")

No problem anon I gotcha~!

We have his original ref sheet here, his look has remained pretty consistent with the way I draw him. The only thing I do tend to leave out is his sandals cuz truth be told I hate drawing shoes or any kind of footwear lol.

How I've been doing his tail recently too with a double line and single line type of pattern

Here's the way I also draw his clipped ear that's easiest for me

He has his own dedicated tag "pico opossum" to help others and especially me in case ya wanna look back at him and read everything there is about him (or look at the amazing fanart people made of him QAQ ahhhhh) you can find that listed on my pinned master post c:

[cloud-somersault]

What does Little Star look like? 👀

Alright, well!! Just wanna preface this by saying that, because i'm not an artist, you just have to deal with my terrible descriptions. LMFAO okay, let's go.

So! here's how Little Star looks in simple terms:

silver hair

gold eyes (ofc)

light brown skin (darker than Macaque's)

baby blue clothes

marking has a few spiked edges on it... like a star?? I'm kinda up in the air on this one.

their marking is either...a slight greyish color?? or maybe..a dark grey...or black i dunno. i don't know color theory 😭😭😭

Going a bit more in depth, I can talk about the parts of their design I'm sure of LMFAO

Their hair would be much like shadowpeach's, except they have a ponytail with a red ribbon tied around it! I'm thinking they might have bangs...! I just don't know how that'd look in lego style so I'm like 🤷‍♀️

I got some inspiration from Zhang Chengling from Word of Honor! Good show, love the boy...love this style for Little Star.

Like, bangs and a ponytail in this style! Maybe shorter bangs. I dunno but! Anyway, for the baby blue outfit:

Have you guys heard of Samurai Warriors LMFAO Little Star travels a lot, so their outfit would be a little all over the place. But I like the cape here and the footwear. AND THE SHORTS I like a celestial primate not wearing pants??? I think Little Star would be that primate. They will show off their silver, furry knees THANKS! The colors in the above picture aren't right, but the vibes and hairstyle are.

Okay one more example for Little Star vibes.

Moroha from Inuyasha is! Also a good example hair wise and outfit wise. Hopefully you guys can see the similarities. Little Star is very much a "little sister/niece" type of character. Very energetic. Flies from one thing to the other. But loves deeply and fiercely. As the celestial primate of connections, they're eager to make connections with everyone. They like making people smile. They like making people believe in magic and be filled with hope.

A bit of a people pleaser. Stubborn (what celestial primate isn't) can be a little insensitive at times. Tends to focus on others instead of themselves. LOVES magic so much! Hates the time it takes to get good at magic. A risk-taker, isn't afraid to speak their mind, LOVES making fun of Wukong and Macaque but it's all in good fun. WOULD LOVE MK SO MUCH, HE'S SO FUN! Cannot see him right now because they're MIA 😭

anyway, I hope?? This was helpful?? Sorry, I can't draw but none of you followed me for that LMFAO

[sixxtytoo]

HIIII umm yasuhiro for the ask thing?

HI AL!!!!!!

favorite thing about them: his HAIR i love his hair he's sm fun to draw (mostly. uh. cuz of his hair :D)

least favorite thing about them: his role as designated living gag character! he's got potential!!! ....probably!

favorite line: it is simply too hard to say 😌 (can i just put the entirety of ultra despair hagakure here. can i)

brOTP: fujikure. that's it that's all. they're best friends. the stepsiblings ever. stealing food off of each other's plates and all.

OTP: DR 3 ERA TOGAKURE i think it's hehe funny but i also just think they'd be good for each other. byakuya gets looser (barely) and yasuhiro just goes at his own pace as always. it's a total win-win

nOTP: IDK it feels weird to me to ship him with anyone in thh's timeline. i know there's all that funky age stuff but still

random headcanon: he hates footwear in general. what the hell

unpopular opinion: some people associate him with being a pothead but i absolutely hate that. the only thing he's high on is life [read in a 47 year-old camp counselor voice]

song i associate with them: Frank Ocean - Skyline To

favorite picture of them: im thoroughly in luv with his distrust design. so sorry i am too lazy to link it

[gubsgames]

Tavuary Day 1: Flowers

Today is February first, which means it is officially TAVUARY! There are two ways to participate by either following the Week-by-Week Prompts (Week One is "Fluff") or by using the Day-by-Day prompts found in this post! Fic Title: Blooming Pairing: Astarion x Dandy (my Halfling Bard Tav) Warnings: No warnings, just silly and cute fluff Summary: Just a short and silly domestic drabble

Finishing up her supper-time calling around the neighbourhood, Dandy stepped over the threshold of the hillside-nestled cottage that she and Astarion called home during the winter months. She was shaking the snow from her boots before kicking them off into the little alcove near the door reserved for hats, cloaks, and outdoor footwear when she noticed that a pair of Astarion’s shoes were also a bit frost-covered. Since returning to her home village, Dandy had gotten accustomed to Astarion’s need for evening constitutionals, time he could stretch his legs (quite literally as the cottage was not built with someone of his height in mind) after being cooped up during the day. The fire in the parlour hearth beckoned Dandy to warm her hands and feet, but she was stopped by an unexpected sight: On the table nearest her harpsichord, a few pink, yellow, and periwinkle winter-blooms poked their petalled heads out from an earthenware jug. A swell of happiness flushed through Dandy, and she went in search of Astarion to thank him. She thought she would find him in their bed, waiting to be praised and spoiled with affection for such a kind gesture. To Dandy’s surprise, however, she found him curled up in his study with a rather grumpy expression. “Why are you hiding in here?” Dandy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a delicate kiss to his temple. Astarion stared at her as if she should already known what had soured his mood. “I picked flowers,” he muttered with a somewhat disgusted tone. “Colourful ones.” “Yes, you did.” “For you.” “They are lovely. Thank you, Gumdrop.” Dandy gave him another kiss, this one to his cheek as positive reinforcement. 

“I hate flowers.”

Astarion seemed quite at a loss as if bamboozled by his own actions. “I know,” Dandy nudged him over in the overstuffed armchair so she could cuddle him properly, “but I like them.” “I know,” he repeated, drawing his arms around her. The tenseness in Astarion’s shoulders melted away as he buried his face in the sweet scent of her abundant chestnut curls. 

[kyukicho]

@mcwscollective asked: “Koko, look.” Seishu tapped the computer screen to draw his boyfriend’s attention to it. He’d been scrolling through some of the ugliest shoes ever made, and just wanted to make a point. “If you ever buy me anything in these search results, I’m going to assume that you hate me.”

"Hmm?" Koko bent down to see the screen better. With his poor eyesight it was sometimes hard to view at an angle. Thankfully, or not, the hideousness of the shoes was visible quite clearly. Taking the mouse from Seishu's hand he scrolled down the assortment of obnoxiously offensive looking footwear. Heels that even his love wouldn't pull off.

"Guess I need to make some returns..." He teased with a sly little smirk. Sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. He would never buy something so horrendous. He had at least some decent taste when it came to fashion.

[zingiber-santi]

I've been working in after-school child care (esp age 8-12) for ten years now, time for some reflections

(plus 20 years of doing summer camps)

- crippling gender based anxiety for boys. This one, I'm sure, is mainly based on Czech Republic views on queer stuff plus our overall views. I had a boy hand me a hair clip saying he found it, that it's not his, bc these are for girls, he just found it. I had several boys explain to me, that only girls have long hair, while their friend who is a boy and has long hair sat right next to them.

All of the colours have gender. Girls can't wear blue (they say to me, decked all in blue, with my colleague next to me in blue shirt), guys cannot wear pink. This actually got bit better few years ago, when some popular football player wore pink shirts and suddenly pink was ok. It's not anymore.

- about 90% of the girls hate pink, bc it's basically the only colour they wear, bc clothing shops have like everything "girl" in pink.

- the kids got progressively worse. This is not on them. This is very much parents fault. Even the worst of my "first" kids, were better than some of my "ok" kids this year. What I mean by worse:

- they're extremely self centered. Kids always were and will be self centered creatures, that comes with age, but it's getting worse. With this ties the lack of empathy. I'm blaming this on YouTubers and streamers. Those ppl are always the main character of everything they do and kids want this. Also being a YouTuber or a streamer is the main goal these days,of course.

Also because of watching gaming videos the kids tend to narrate if they play games. Not only on their phones. We play a lot of board games. They narrate everything as of they are streaming. Can be funny but it's also extremely annoying.

- entitlement up their butt. Once again, parents are at fault. The kids get everything they want. I know abt families that took a loan, so they could buy their kids all of the toys the kid wanted and ofc new iPhone when it's released (this is cz, iPhones are quite expensive).

I had a kid smash his phone one day on purpose, and walk into the class the next day with a new one. This happened several times with several kids.

- kids are not looking after their possessions. At all. Once again, yes that normally happens to kids. But not in this magnitude. Our school doesn't have a forgotten things box. We have a shelf, that spans half of our locker room wall. Plus a box specifically for keys and another for wallets and phones.

And why would the kids care, when of they don't habe something, the parents will just buy it. We had parents take a look on our shelf when looking for their kods stiff and go I'm not touching that and leave. The things on the shelf are all folded and separated im groups, t-shirts, sweatshirts, footwear etc.

And if the kids care about their possessions, it's because their parents will hit them if lost. So like every week there's a kid absolutely losing it, crying like crazy, bc they can't find their water bottle.

- general lack of interests. Boys like football (alsp hockey is allowed), but everything else is dumb and of I tell them they can't play football during the free time for some reason, they don't know what to do with themselves, bc no phone and no football? That's all they do. Girls can only draw and dance. And of you don't dance the way they do you're a looser. When I say dancing I don't mean just like moving to the music, I mean they all go to dance groups and the way they're taught to dance there is the correct way to dance. If they are supposed to just dance to music without a guide, they're lost.

Had a kid few years back, amazing boy, really good kid. But his parents? He was literally not allowed to do anything else then football and school. All of his Christmas gifts were football gear and school stuff. Nothing else. This was in the height of superhero movies. He didn't know any of them. It was crazy.

- the lack of education and want to learn new things. This is a mix of several factors. New ways of teaching stuff are usually not successful, mainly because they are targeted to smaller school collectives, abd with the way parents are procreating, there's no way we can have small classes. Or, for example, kids are taught English since first grade. I have them when they're in third grade. They cannot name days of the week. Also sometimes they cannot tell what season it is. In czech. Why would they care of anything if they will be a streamer. Once again, we weren't much different, but multiply our attitude by about ten. And they're not guided to strive for knowledge, or at least lead to do their school work. Alsp they think they know everything, bc they have phones. They don't know how to google, but whatever, they could if they wanted to, so why should they learn anything.

I'm sure I'm forgetting many other things. And it's not all bad, I still have some amazing kids and kids who are pliable and can be lead and kids who know how to be kids and how to be a little bit naughty but know when tk stop and kids that can be taught and kids who are genuinely curious and interested and nice. It's only that the amount of kids who aren't is a bit bigger.

Also a lot pf these are not the kids fault. It's mainly the adults who have it wrong

Tl;dr: Kids are kinda way worse then they used to be and it's mainly the parents fault

[meowww-ffxiv]

Morning mix-bag writings.

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If anyone had to catch him in his worst waking moments after a particularly harrowing nightmare, Maedwyn would rather it be Y'shtola. She could not see how his hands shook as he tried to light the tobacco pipe, and he was always very good at modulating his voice. It was easier to put up a veneer of control with her.

Or so he thought.

When the pain of the Light tearing him apart exceeded even his capacity to endure, Y'shtola quietly walked up to him and lit the pipe for Maedwyn. All she said was, "This scent clings to my hair and it is hard to get out. I can't imagine there would be a day when I hope I will never forget it."

She went right back to hating it when Maedwyn smoked after returning to the Source, though, so he never did it in the same room. But Tataru whispered to him that Y'shtola asked her to order the expensive, fragrant tobacco from Kugane -- for a dear friend.

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Most of the clothes Theodore wore was made by or was ordered by Mordred.

This was a little-known fact, because Mordred mostly made toys, clothes for dolls, and accessories and clothes for mages. His weapons- and fashion-making days were over, he said. It was one thing to kill enemies on a battlefield and another to commit his hands into the making of tools to kill them. As for clothes, they took too much time.

Theodore also had exceptionally refined (picky, Mordred corrected) tastes. Thickness and material mattered to him. He got hot far too easily and hated to sweat, and with certain outfits he needed the perfume he wore to match the clothes. Truly the kind of nobility whose only mark of aristocracy were their coffers and their peculiar tastes, Mordred also said.

Yet Theodore's wardrobes of about sixty outfits, in their much larger collection of trousers, cloaks, shirts, were all touched by Mordred's hands. The most recent ones were ordered. Mordred had his students working on them, because he knew Theodore wouldn't dare to refuse on that principle nor would the students dare to do a shoddy job. But everything except the shoes, Mordred had either modified or sewn wholesale.

"Would you ever make shoes?" Theodore asked him once.

"Probably not," Mordred admitted. Then he clicked his heels, drawing Theodore's eyes to the pointy, big-buckled, travesty of footwear he had on. "One of those things I like ordering rather than making."

"Where did you get that?!" Take them off, Theodore did not dare say.

Mordred just gave him a pointed look before donning his large-brim hat and embroidered short cloak. And Theodore almost thought to complain about him hanging out with Matoya too much to Y'shtola.

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If you knew what you were doing, you could craft augmented arrows.

Liios could do it. He used to do it, sitting with Ptolemy and whichever hunter drew the short straw for the duty that week in their main hunting camp, the pile of wood next to him as he whittled them out.

His clan used a mix of aether symbols and aether infused ink to carve specific effects into their arrows, see. One would send a shock of malign aether through flesh that it struck, acting as a temporary poison. One would summon Aero when contact with blood was made. One would splinter into a shower of shards, though those were used to painfully dispatch intruders into their territory. The butchering would be six times worse if you had to pick shrapnel out of the meat.

Ptolemy was exceptional at infusing the arrows with the correct amount of aether, and mixing the aetherial ink used to finish the arrows. But he rarely had the strength to do more than five or six at a time. It was rather quite useless, the other hunters said, first behind his back, then to his face.

They at least turned their mouths away from Liios when they did it. He was their leader's son, and the finest of the clan, so on and so forth. Or rather, he killed someone once for insulting his brother. They couldn't prove it, but they knew.

The body of the unfortunate hunter still languished at the bottom of a frozen lake somewhere in the frozen ranges north of Garlemald. And to this day, sixty years later, the arrow that pierced his throat still glowed faintly with the aetherial ink painted onto it. Ptolemy's handiwork.

[rmorde]

The new episode is just peak. Absolute peak. It blew me away. The animation. The voice acting. The music. THE VOICE ACTING.

I just can't. There are no words. This is perfect. Absolutely perfect. It stole the #1 spot in my list of top JJK episodes.

Just pics and thoughts of my favorite parts:

The cuteness and wholesomeness of this scene especially Megumi being a gremlin:

Megumi not helping at all and just patting the clean parts.

Casually showing the price tag of the shirt.

Asking if tax matters. This guy will never survive beyond jujutsu society. Gojo WTF 😫.

Hiding the stained shirt and looking like he grew boobs overnight.

The laughter. The light colors. The joyful atmosphere courtesy of shoujo filter. 😢

Then the cold cut to this as Nobara's laugh lingers:

I both hate and love this.

Hate: That's my baby right there! Do I need to say more?! Love: The detail and the gore. Such an incredible drawing.

Same case here. I love it because it's such a creative perspective. I hate it because THIS IS FROM MY BABY'S EMPTY EYE SOCKET!!!

Next is the heart wrenching scene of Yuji's breakdown.

The animation, the drawing, and the voice acting. Just perfectly horrible. I wish I could give Yuji a hug.

Now, the entire beatdown scene by Mahito. Honestly, I couldn't stomach watching it. The sound effects and the VA are destroying me already. The show made the entire so much harder to stomach through. It was sickening and infuriating. It elevated the manga panels to a horrific level.

Which is why when you hear the clap and the music cue playing:

It rightly feels like a superhero entry.

I can gush forever about the lighting here - how bright it was with a hint of gold. Todo coming in dispels the darkness away. The entire sequence just screams hope.

HAHAHAhahahaha.... The changes in the OP. Sigh...

I cannot get over the lighting here. So beautiful especially how, from Yuji's PoV, it shines the brightest from where Todo is. It's just so bright as if it the midday sun is right there - just look how contrasting the two sides are!

What destroyed me here was the delivery of Yuji's line. The pitiful whimpering small voice saying "I cannot forgive myself anymore." I had to pause watching here because that was gut wrenching.

Junya has just been perfect at portraying Yuji. However, this was peak.

Now, here are undeniable proof of how much love and effort had been poured for Todo here.

Just the details on the lines and the shadows! And then this gem.

I can't explain why but I absolutely love this part. It's so good.

The direction of this episode is just so so good especially the original content added. I just don't know what else to say. Just LOOK:

Sorry if you're getting sick with me about lighting but it's beautiful. Then followed by this three. Simple and yet not. Again the light and shadows is just

Wait... is that Geto's footwear in the corner or something?

Back to awesome lighting and shadows which is already telling a story even on its own. It's the scenes following it was so satisfying:

Yuji regaining the light he lost after what happened with Nobara - the shine in his eyes coming back. Combined with the music throughout Todo's speech and Arata's reassurance.

The staff had elevated the manga panels so much.

[dragon-kazansky]

How much I love you

Requested by @laraocoileain1995

Smut! 😏 I know you asked for naughty, but this turned out way softer than I intended 😂 I just started writing and it got all emotional and cute.

♡♡♡

It was a foolish thought, but it plagued you daily. How could this magnificent clever man, who was guiding these people to a better future, be yours? Why would he choose you as his life partner?

He cane across you by accident, but that was enough to have you follow him. Arthur took such good care of you. He looked after you. Made you one with his community.

He swept you off your feet, and claimed that you were the sole keeper of his heart.

It felt strange. Unreal.

You began to question everything. Why? How? Why you?

That's when he noticed you began to change. You began to close yourself off, shy away from his affections. He was hurt at the idea that he had done something wrong. There is nothing he wanted more than to treasure you and love you for the rest of your days.

You stopped tagging along when he tended to the people. Stopped coming when he judged new people. Stopped eating with him at meal times. You'd be in bed much earlier than usual, already asleep by the time he returned.

You seemed to be avoiding him and he hated it. Arthur had to know what was wrong. He needed to fix whatever had happened.

Without you, he feels lost.

Arthur completed his duties much sooner than he usually does. He wanted to be finished in time to catch you before you retired for the night. You had just about climbed in bed when he came in. You sit there and look up at him.

“Done already?” You ask, a little surprised to see him.

“Yes. I wanted to spend my evening with you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I was just getting ready for bed.”

Arthur looks at you with longing. He misses that closeness you once had. He can’t read what’s going on in your mind. He walks over to the bed, putting the cane to on side and removing his footwear. He begins to undress.

“What are you doing?”

“Joining you.”

You watch him undress and climb into bed. Instantly his arms circle around you and draw you into him. He buries his nose into your neck, kissing you softly. You melt on the spot.

“Arthur...”

“Why are you distancing yourself from me?” He asks, planting more kisses along your jaw.

“Because I’m not worthy of you.”

He stops, looking at you with questioning eyes. His arms squeeze you gently. He did not expect that to be your answer. Not at all.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean- Look at you! You’re this clever, brave, magnificent man who has all these people looking up to him. You’re leading these people to a better future for the god we follow. I don’t have anything to give. Nothing to add. I don’t deserve to stand beside you when you’re making such a huge difference to these people’s lives. Someone out there deserves your love and attention far more than I do.”

He is silent. It’s stunned silence.

“How can you think that?” He asks, hurt that you don’t see yourself worthy of him. If anything, he is not worthy of you.

"How could I possibly be worth your time? Look at you, Arthur."

He shakes his head.

"Look at you."

He places one hand upon your cheek, eyes gliding over your face to take in your features.

"Beautiful."

He kisses you. Softly. Lovingly. You can't revisit it. His kisses are addictive. Something you would miss if you left.

He applies more pressure to it. His kiss hungry. Needy.

"Arthur..."

His hand trails down your arm, your belly, between your legs. You moan. He chuckles softly against your lips.

Stroking. Prodding. Touching.

You cling to him, needing something to hold onto. The way his fingers move. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He undresses you so casually under the covers of the bed. You only get to feel his fingers against your legs. They trail along your entrance, teasing you.

You moan under him again. He grins.

“Do you like that?”

You nod.

“Only you are worthy to feel so good by my hands,” his whispers. You shiver under him as holds himself over you. One hand on the mattress to support him, the other doing wonders to your body. His lips brush against your cheek and your jaw lightly. Not quite kissing you, just making you yearn for him.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.”

You don’t even get to say anything as his fingers stroke you from the inside. You tilt your head back and lose yourself in the feeling of his fingers. His lips finally kiss down your now exposed neck. You just feel him. It’s not enough though. You need all of him.

“Arthur...”

“Shh ,dear. You will have me. You will always have me.”

You look him in the eyes as reach up and wrap your arms around him. He smiles down at you, watching the bliss shine in your eyes. If this is how you are with just hid fingers, he wonders what you’ll be like a moment.

Arthur sits up, pushing the constricting covers away. His hands trail up your legs, palming the flesh gently. You lay there, exposed for him. Beautiful. You are beautiful and far too good for him.

Yet, here you are. His. In his home, his room, his arms.

He holds your gaze as he pulls you closer to him by your legs. A little rough, but still incredibly careful. He leans over you, rather intimidatingly, but your lips just twitch up into a smile as you reach up and press your palm to his chest. One of his hands comes up to grasp at your wrist, holding it there over his heart. You feel it pumping away.

“It belongs to you,” he says, voice a little raspy.

He dives down to kiss you to passionately and quickly. You’re left breathless. He clouds your mind with keeping your attention on his lips, so much so that when he inevitably thrusts himself into you, you’re left gasping, eyes wide open. He grins mischievously. 

Caught you unaware. Unsuspecting.

You feel him. All of him.

The world stands still for a moment. Your brain needs time to process the position you’re in.

This wonderful amazing man who looks after you, that treasures you, is here with his cock in you, filling you with just him. He’s all yours. All yours.

“Do not ever think yourself unworthy of my love,” he says, grinding slowly to start with. “Do not every think you’re not good enough.” Another roll of his hips. “If anything... I’m not worthy of you.”

You can’t even form thoughts, never mind words.

Just Arthur.

In and out. In and out. Slowly, intensely, all of him.

He listens to the sounds you’re making. The moans, the groans, the small little utters of what should be his name, but you never quite finish saying it. They’re all for him and he loves it.

He loves you.

Quicker. Faster. He’s picking up the pace. You need him and he needs you to feel good. To feel worthy of him. He needs you to know how you make him feel. Just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

You grab at the sheet beneath you, pressing yourself into Arthur. You need him that little bit deeper.

Arthur is so content with where he is right now. Nothing makes him feel as good as this. Knowing he is causing those sounds. Making you grip the sheets like that. Being the reason you feel this good.

You smile as you take in Arthur’s expression. You grab him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his once more. He chuckles softly.

“I love you,” you say, holding onto him tightly.

One sharp thrust as him panting in your ear as he holds you, letting your words settle into his brain. That’s all I he wants to hear. 

“I love you most,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone.

You hold him. Just hold him. You can still feel him. His need to release, but he doesn’t. He’s just holding you.

“Arthur...”

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back.”

He kisses your neck softly.

“Are you worthy?” He asks.

You smile. You nod.

“Yes, Arthur. I am.”

He chuckles, breath fanning your skin. He picks up where he left off. Tonight you would know exactly what it felt like to be loved by this man. Tonight would become one of the most treasured nights you have share with him.

You are his and he is yours.

And he loves you with every fibre of his being.

[silverdelirium]

Can I request a very filthy smutty blaise with ass kink and size kink? 🥺

MESSY OFFICE | B.Z

SUMMARY ➠ coworker!blaise teaches you a lesson and fulfills his dreams of fucking you silly.

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), tad bit of shoe fucking, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, ass kink, size kink, lots of dirty talk, rushed ending. this if filthy lololol

———

blaise took a deep breath before slamming his fist down on the wooden desk of his office. the papers that were placed on top of it went flying around at the sudden movement.

his hands were shaking with irritation. if that fucking landlord could just shut the fuck up about his rent for one second-

the male’s thoughts were cut off by small, rapid knocks against the door. his brows knitted in confusion at the unanticipated invasion.

“come in!”

the door creaked as you entered the room, peeking your head through the doorway at first before going in, shutting the door behind you.

your presence emitted a groan from him. he knew that the moment you both spent time together it would somehow end in a screaming match, and blaise was not in the mood to be dealing with anything right now.

you gave him a sharp glare in response before opening your mouth to speak. yet you were cut off by your own silence as you studied the state of his office.

everything seemed so rustled and chaotic— there were papers thrown in the floor, some were even crumbled and a few candy wrappers were tossed around. “what is this mess?” you spoke, tone lacing with disgust as you picked up an old folder from the worktable; his hand was quick to swat you away, scowling you before leaning back on the desk.

“what do you want?” he squinted at you, roaming his eyes down your body suspiciously— mentally slapping himself for staring at your breasts longer than planned.

“what the fuck is up your arse today?” you scoffed, crossing your arms and walking closer to him until he had to crane his neck down to look at you.

blaise’s chest heaved up and down as he quickly undid the top button of his shirt, turning away from you and taking long strides around the room. he closed his eyes and really hated himself for wanting nothing more than to shut that smart mouth of yours with his hardening cock. it was too much for him— and if there was one-way blaise loved to take his stress out on, was sex. and god— that stupid little skirt of yours that was begging to be lifted and reveal that sweet cunt that plagued his mind at the worst moments was the last push he needed to man up and fuck you as he had always wanted to.

you observed him in silence, watching how he mumbled something to himself about ‘i can’t think of her like this.’

quietness ran across the walls for a few moments before blaise was back in front of you, muttering a “fuck it” and connecting his lips to yours.

the fleeting kiss had you bewildered for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth unmoving as the tall man held the back of your head in his palm. you didn’t kiss him back at first, but you didn’t protest either. and you’d be dammed if you didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to get fucked brain dead by blaise zabini.

but who could blame you when you kissed him back with the same— maybe even more— force; it was messy and heated all at once, the frustration that you sensed from earlier was being poured in that kiss. teeth were clashing together as his tongue pressed down on yours, drawing out a breathy moan from you.

blaise cupped your rear with both hands, lifting you in an unforeseen manner, causing you to squeal lightly until you felt your bum being pressed against the cool surface of his messy desk.

he was the first to break apart from the kiss, breathing steadily as he stared down at you— even from your perched up position he was still a few inches taller.

“i’m not gonna hold back” he warned, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation that you might feel. but he was far from finding any, you wanted blaise to fuck you until he was poking out of your tummy and you wanted it now.

“i don’t care” you breathed out, reconnecting your mouth to his and almost missing out on that keen groan that came out of his mouth.

his large digits scurried under your skirt, unzipping it in a quick motion and pulling it down your legs until it pooled on the floor.

he teasingly ran his index finger up and down the soaked cotton that covered your pulsating pussy. “blaise— please” you shamelessly plead, throwing all your morals out the window and not caring about anything else but being rutted over and over again.

“look at you. begging like a well paid whore when you were being a smart ass with me not even ten minutes ago.” he chuckled, taking pride in the way you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up onto his fingers. “what is it, baby? you want me to fuck you until that dumb baby brain can only think about my cock, yeah?”

his words struck a bit of sense into you and you huffed in response— “are you actually gonna give me what i want and fuck me properly or are you all talk?”

you messed up and you messed up big; you could tell by the way hir pupils dilated and the slow touches against your clothed pussy stopped. his tongue darted out to poke on his left cheek as he laughed lightly, stepping back and harshly bringing you down the desk.

“i’m gonna fuck your throat until you learn how to keep useless stuff to yourself, princess” he warned, signalling down to the floor as he unbuckled his belt.

you tentatively got down on your knees, lightly scraping them against the wooden floor as you rubbed your thighs together, pawing at your lap as blaise’s erection appeared in your view of line.

was that supposed to fit in you?

blaise seemed to notice your unsureness— “you alright there, pretty girl?” his tone was softer, less stern yet with the same accent of authority he always carried.

“i— it’s… big.” you let out, feeling the tip of your ears grow hot as he chuckled before picking up a more alluring timbre “oh i’m gonna make it fit” he winked.

you swallowed thickly, already picturing the delicious stretch this man was gonna provide you. he stroked his large cock sensually before making a beeline with it to your lips, which were already parted in expectancy; he went to tease you for it but was cut off by his low moan that got provoked as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his pulsating tip.

his digits tangled themselves in your hair, good girl’s and just like that’s slipped from his mouth every time your tongue swirled around his head. and the slickness that was pouring out of you was suddenly too much to ignore— hence why you reached down to attempt and soothe the burning sensation. blaise was still enthralled with the way your worked those lips that he had dreamed of having against his around his cock— his hands tightened around your scalp as he thrusted rapidly against your mouth, desperately probing for an orgasm.

a muffled whine came from you as he fucked your throat repeatedly, causing him to look down at your teary eyes, eventually settling his irises on your hand rubbing your greedy cunt.

blaise tutted with a hint of disappointment, making your movements halt as you batted your eyelashes up at him innocently as if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with his cock that was ready to shoot its cum down your fucked out throat.

you went to furrow your brows when he kicked your hand away gently, replacing your fingers with the point of his leather shoe, your wetness already leaking down on his footwear as you whined around his cock, making his hips buck involuntarily at the vibrations— “i was gonna reward you for sucking me so well, but since you’re such a desperate slut you’re gonna have to fuck yourself on my shoe while i throat fuck you, yeah?” he asked demanded.

a weak nod was all he got in response before he was back to gripping your hair in his fist, spit drooling down your chin at the abrupt pace he set without even a warning— not that you minded.

your hips rolled slowly into his shoe, swollen clit fizzing at the stimulation; his shoe hit every right nerve ending, the sounds you made around his cock were filthy and lewd, only making his balls grow tighter as he stilled his hips, rope after rope of cum flooding your mouth.

you moaned lowly against his cock at the feeling of his warm cum spraying down your throat.

he gave tattered breaths and moans as he pulled out of your mouth, barely even taking notice of the whining mess you became, his foot now long gone from your oozing cunt.

“get the fuck up” he breathed out, staring down at your already fucked out-state— saliva all over your chin, along with a few tears decorating your frowning face as you stood up. his large hands came to cup your face, delivering a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before placing his mouth next to your ear and whispering “i’ve been trying to translate your frowns and find out what your fucking problem with me was before bending you over my desk and fucking you stupid.”

you could’ve easily moaned at his words alone if it weren’t for his lips linking with yours in a crazed kiss as he guided you towards his messy desk— which was about to be a whole lot messier.

his hands reassuringly squeezed your waist as he turned you around, his once again hard cock rubbed against your ass as he planted kisses against your neck, sucking on certain spots that had your eyes rolling onto the back of your head— his fingers making quick work of getting your shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room as he separated himself from your now marked neck, leaving you in your undergarments that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck you senseless for so long, baby. you don’t know how many times i spent with my hand around my cock dreaming about your tight pussy around it.” he groaned out, pushing you forward until your breasts squished against the desk, shuddering at the cold of it.

his palms massaged your left ass cheek before a harsh slap was delivered to it— and his mouth wasn’t there to cover the pornographic moan that came out of you this time, pushing your bum against his hardened dick in anticipation.

blaise grabbed a hold of his cock and steadied himself with a hand on your bum, squeezing. before he moved your panties to the side and teased your pulsating entrance with his tip, groaning slightly at the way your pussy almost swallowed him in as he pushed the tiniest bit in, coaxing a loud cry from you.

“so so tight, princess” he praised, pushing himself all the way in with a single thrust, arousal already gushing down your thighs.

the male wasted no time and in a few moments he had you with your mouth gaped open, eyes going crisscross with every un pitying snap against your hips of his.

“can you feel me all the way up in your pretty guts, baby girl? you like having this slutty cunt being taught a lesson, huh?” he growled out, eyes trained on each bounce of your ass as he sped up— the clapping sounds were enough to give away what was happening to any passerbyers outside his office; not that any of you minded at this point.

“oh! fuck blaise— right there! right there!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight as he brought you up with his bicep against your throat, making you loll your head back on his shoulder as his dick continuously hit that spot inside you.

blaise’s other hand snaked around your midriff, pressing down on the evident outline of his cock going in and out of your tummy. “look at me destroying your pretty little insides, sweetheart, bet you won’t be able to sit on this pretty little pussy for the next week” he cooed at you before slamming you forwards until your cheek pressed against his rattling desk.

“don’t stop! don’t stop please!” you sobbed out, squeaking lightly when his palms crashed down roughly on your ass, groans and moans echoing around the room like a chant— the pit in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second.

“i’m cumming blaise, i’m fucking cumming” you gasped out, lifting your head back up and pointing your nose to the ceiling as you came all-around blaise’s cock with a loud ecstatic moan.

a whimper passed by your lips as blaise continued to fuck you through your high; and it took him one look to look at the mess you left running down yours and his thighs for him to be pumping you full of his cum, steady thrusts that had him hissing as you clenched around him for a final time.

he pulled out of you to watch his cum blow out of your overstimulated pussy, the aftershocks of the intense orgasm still causing your muscles to spasm every once in a while.

“you made my office a whole lot messier” he grunted out, pointing down to the puddle that fell in between your legs, causing you to flush instantly as he chuckled and pressed light kisses to your temple.

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[ego-osbourne]

This was one that @mellowscrolls suggested I do a while ago. Never got around to finishing it, and I’m not sure how canon all of this will be to the fic, but have this WIP anyway :) It’s a bit long

Dragon Fight

Status: Unfinished Oneshot

TW: Violence and Battle

Summary: The Masquerade battles a dragon in an unorganized manner.

———

The main our of the Masquerade trekked alongside a river in the Rift, heading east to the city. It was midday with a clear sky and the sun casted down heat, but the wind pushed the coolness of the water’s surface toward the party, keeping everyone relatively temperate. To their left was the river, and to their right was woodlands. They traveled between the two, just far enough from the riverbank so as not to collect mud on their footwear. It was a peaceful journey, all things considered, if a little boring.

In the break of one of the party’s conversations, a massive shadow was suddenly cast over them, moving quickly. Looking up, the party found the familiar silhouette of a dragon, soaring so high into the air that it was difficult to make out any semblance of details. “Dammit,” Erandur cursed, “Let’s hope it’s just a scout.”

“Let’s hope it lands,” Miraak countered, drawing his sword, “I don’t like the thought of dragons communicating with Alduin over our whereabouts.”

The dunmer sighed as Serana readied her own sword. “Okay,” he said, “Just don’t—”

“Mey dovah!” Miraak shouted into the air, sending no physical force with his Voice but sounding just as loud as a Shout.

“—provoke it…” Erandur grumbled.

The dragon above roared, its words hard to discern through its deep and angry tone. It began to swoop down.

Ego sort of chuckled, “I heard ‘dovah.’ What’d you say?”

“Called him a stupid dragon,” Miraak answered.

“Nice,” Ego responded, drawing their waraxe as they kept an eye on the dragon. “Let’s take cover by the woods before he gets any closer.”

The party made their way over as the dragon swooped over the river, making the water’s surface tremble with an ear-splitting roar. Clearly not happy about the situation, Erandur commented, “Ego, I thought you hated fighting dragons.”

“I do! But, now we’ve got Miraak. Things are a bit less dangerous with two dragon-hunters, aye?”

Just as the party went to turn, the dragon threw itself onto the riverbank, and the group was appalled by just how massive this beast was. For Miraak, the size was familiar but still extremely foreboding, while the other three had never seen a traditional dragon of this size—not as big as Paarthurnax or Alduin, but more massive than any of the others they’d seen previously. “Holy shit!” Ego cursed.

The dragon, with a voice as deep as a well, spouted, “Hin togaat wah paak zu’u los kod!” Its scales were a glistering blue and white with thin spikes jutting all over its back resembling ice crystals. It stood with four feet instead of the traditional two and was battle-scarred.

Miraak fired back, “Nu hi mulhaan bo wah mu, mey?” None of the party caught a lot of it, but that last word, “mey.” That meant stupid, or something similar, they knew. That, plus whatever else Miraak had said, seemed to anger the dragon enough to begin its attack. “Fo…”

“Get cover!” Erandur called, throwing up a ward.

“…Krah Diin!” the dragon finished, hurling a storm of ice and blistering cold at the party. Miraak threw up a ward with him while Serana and Ego ducked behind nearby trees. Everyone avoided most of the impact, and as soon as the stream of Frost Breath ceased, the party jumped out to take action. In near-unison, both Dragonborn Shouted, “Mul… Qah Diiv!” and were wrapped in ethereal armor in the shapes of scales and horns. The dragon roared something in dovahzul to them before taking to the sky, missing any melee attacks that the party could have dealt. As it lifted, Erandur shot firebolts at it, Serana fired ice spikes, and both Dragonborn casted bolts of lightning toward the beast. When the dragon flew far enough that the group couldn’t accurately aim, Ego called to Miraak, “My soul, by the way!”

“Ha! You wish,” Miraak retorted.

“It’s mine, Miraak!”

“You got the last one!”

“I’m still making up for all the ones you stole!”

Erandur piped up, “You two! Quit fighting and focus on the dragon!”

Ego huffed, jogging over closer to the group and next to Miraak. The eldest gave them a punch to the arm, which Ego retorted with a harder punch to his. “Bastard,” Miraak said under his breath. “Asshat,” Ego returned.

The dragon circled the area again before swooping down to them, spraying deadly frost onto the party. Erandur and Miraak cased ward, each pulling Serana and Ego under with them to block the frost. When the dragon passed, Miraak summoned a seeker to aid the group. It reminded Ego to summon their own atronach, producing a lady of fire at their side. Doing so gave them a sudden idea.

“Oh, hold on,” they murmured to themself, reaching for their bag. They recalled a particular staff attached to their bag and pawed at it for a moment before being able to unclasp it and wield it in their casting hand. The Sanguine Rose. Ego smirked at the possibilities. “Alright, Sammy, let’s see what you can do.” The Dragonborn knew fully-well that the Rose could summon a dremora warrior to help, but they also knew a special way to summon the Principality himself. They backpedaled away from the group a short distance, tucked their axe under their arm, and plucked one of the petals from the rose of the staff. Ego dropped it to the ground while Erandur side-eyed them. Within a moment, red smoke billowed up and spun with the air, growing to a height well above Ego’s head. As quick as it had come, the smoke dissipated and in the petal’s place stood the Daedric Prince of Debauchery: Sanguine. He was dressed in the usual red and gold draperies, robes covering his legs and falling over his shoulders. He squinted in the sunlight but spotted the Dragonborn near-instantly and smiled with his fangs. “Oh, you look colorful,” he referenced their Dragon Aspect.

“Yeah!” The Dragonborn cut him off before he could say anything more, then gestured to the dragon—the dragon that was coming down to land. “Wanna help?” They asked in a rather panicked tone, readying their axe.

The ground shook with the force of the landing, making everyone stumble for a moment, and Sanguine looked over at the dragon and froze, eyes going wide. The beast shallowly laughed before drawing in a breath, and in that instant Sanguine scooped up the Last Dragonborn and scrambled to get away, fleeing into the trees. The other three shouted at the Prince for stealing away one of the party members and Ego yelped for Sam to put them down. Sanguine listened to nobody, however, and continued to race into the woods with Ego in-tow while the dragon refocused its Frost Breath on the grander party.

Miraak could be heard Shouting while the others skirmished with the beast. Sanguine ducked behind some trees and brush, peering over to watch the fight in fear while keeping Ego in a tight grip. The Dragonborn squirmed and scolded, “Sam! Let go!”

“This is what you fucking do all day?” he gaped.

“Sanguine!” Ego punched his arm.

“Ah! Sorry!” He let them go. Ego rose to their feet while the Prince stayed kneeling, his ears pointed downward and his tail curled around him. “What did you summon me for?”

“To help!”

“Wh—How am I gonna help? Why didn’t you summon a dremora or something, that’s what the staff usually does!”

“I don’t know! You’ve got Prince powers or something don’t you?”

“You are assuming a lot about what all my ‘Prince powers’ do!” Sam gave an undertone of sass.

“Ego!” They heard Erandur call. “We need your help!” The remaining group was managing but obviously not winning. The flame atronach was long gone, probably due to a frost attack, and Ego saw the seeker that Miraak had summoned get squished beneath one of its feet, fizzling out and returning to Apocrypha. Ego huffed, “Look, sorry! Just,” they shoved the Rose into his hands, “Hold onto this for a second. Sorry again!” With that, Ego ran off towards the fight. Sanguine looked on in astonishment.

Ego guesstimated the distance between them and the dragon, drawing their axe over their shoulder and Shouting “Wuld!” As they traveled they swung the weapon and planted it right into the dragon’s leg. They pulled it away just as the beast turned to swat at them, clipping Ego’s back with a claw as they attempted to dodge.

Serana stepped back from the group and concentrated, summoning a gargoyle to assist the party. It immediately sprung into action, leaping up to the dragon’s head and carving into it with red claws. The dragon backpedaled, attempting to shake off the gargoyle while the party pursued it. In an act of luck on the dragon’s part, the gargoyle slipped and was caught between the beast’s jaws, being bitten through and destroyed in an instant.

Miraak gave the dragon no time to reassess the field, sending a storm of Fire Breath into its face. The dragon roared and lifted into the air again, spraying Frost Breath at the party. Ego was left in its wake without cover, this time, getting pelted with small shards of ice. As the dragon left them for a moment, Erandur hurried over and casted a restoration spell on Ego, healing their external wounds. “What happened to Sanguine?” Erandur asked.

“He’s over there,” Ego gestured, glancing over to spot— “Oh!” They were surprised by the sight of two dremora warriors, fully clad with terrifying armor, one wielding a giant greatsword, the other a giant bow. The dremora were running to the group with eyes on the dragon, the bowman taking aim and firing upon the beast. Back in the brush, still, was Sanguine, hiding behind a tree and nervously waving to the group. The dremora were surely summoned by him.

“What’d you summon him for?” Erandur asked.

“To help,” Ego echoed the same sentiment from earlier.

“He’s not exactly Dagon,” Erandur snarked.

“He’s still a Prince!”

“He’s a drunkard.”

“Erandur,” Ego scolded. “He’s helping, look!” They gestured to the dremora before addressing them both, “Thank you, by the way.”

Neither of them responded.

Erandur sighed, jogging back to the focus of the group, “Just don’t let him pull you away, again.” Ego tailed him, glancing back at the Prince and giving him a thumbs up. Sanguine didn’t look so confident but smiled with his teeth all the same.

The dragon swooped down, diving as if to land but maintaining a frightening speed. The bowman dremora managed to get a shot in before the party realized that the dragon’s claws were out, and it intended to snatch up the party members. The majority of them hopped out of the way, but the bowman and Miraak were too slow to move. Miraak Shouted “Feim!”—Become Ethereal—just as the dragon’s feet hit him, moments away from getting smashed into the dirt and picked up into the air. The bowman wasn’t so lucky, dropping his weapon after the blow before his form fizzled and he returned to Oblivion.

Panic set into the party, now, watching as Miraak was lifted higher and higher into the air. He writhed in the claws that squeezed him through his ethereal form, trying to push his way out before ultimately using a Shout to do so. He used Cyclone, crying, “Ven… Gaar Nos!” and aimed it right at the beast’s ankle. It dispelled his ethereal nature but also twisted the dragon’s leg, forcing it to free Miraak. The Dragonborn began to fall, the river quick to catch him but not without pain, Miraak knew. He sharply inhaled and Shouted, “Feim!” once more, regaining his ghostly form. It taxed his lungs and energy to Shout so many times in a row, but at least the fall was painless as he crashed into the river.

Ego knew Miraak would be struggling to regain his energy after Shouting like that, and so ran with the current. Using all three words of Whirlwind Sprint, they managed to catch up to their older brother and wade into the water, taking his arm and pulling him up to the shoreline. By then, Miraak’s ethereal form had dissipated. He had a small coughing fit as he spit up water, and Ego casted a meager healing spell on him. “You alright?” they asked quickly.

“Yeah,” he huffed, still grasping onto Ego’s shoulder for support. The dragon roared overhead and both Dragonborn turned their gaze up to it. “Dammit, the thing needs to stay down,” Miraak cursed.

“Well, not a whole lot we can do about that.” They hit Miraak on the back, adding, “We’re in for the long fight.”

Miraak grumbled and began to move back towards the rest of the party. The Masquerade watched the dragon detour into the woods, and for a brief moment they thought it had left for good. “Coward!” Miraak called, personally angry, now.

And then, as if he’d tempted karma, the dragon reappeared with a whole tree in its grasp, laughing as it threw it down onto the party. The majority of the Masquerade swore as they lunged out of the way, all thankfully missing the bulk of the tree but managing to get whacked by branches as it crashed. Ego and Miraak were on the ground next to each other, scrambling to their feet. Ego punched their brother in the arm quite hard, telling him, “Would you keep your mouth shut?”

Miraak punched them back, “Would you?”

Everyone got out of the way of the thrown tree, eyes on the airborn dragon once again. The remaining dremora warrior was muttering something under his breath in a language none of them knew, seemingly cursing his situation. Unable to do much else, the group threw magic at the dragon once it got close enough.

After a few swoops and Frost Breath attacks, the beast landed once again. The group ran to it, finally able to land some worthwhile blows as it fought back against them. Erandur did a good number on the ice beast with his fire attacks, keeping his distance and aiming toward the dragon’s back as he shot fireballs at it. The dragon lost its balance due to the impacts, and responded with a mighty swip of the tail that caught Ego and Serana in its wake. They were thrown into the earth and tumbled over themselves, the Dragonborn quick to their feet while the vampire laid on her back for a moment and cursed in annoyance. While on the ground, she summoned another gargoyle and sent it towards the dragon.

The gargoyle was quick, running on all fours and lunging at the beast’s head, but the dragon knew this trick and pelted it with powerful frost. The gargoyle fizzled out in the blizzard before managing to land a hit. The dragon’s head was low as it tasted the last bits of frost on its tongue, and with its position came an opportunity for the dremora warrior. With a hefty overhead swing, he brought his giant blade down through the beast’s snout. The dragon was surprised by the strength harbored by the dremora and had to recover for a moment with a new gash across its nose. The warrior gave it no time, though, and followed his swing with an upward jab to the underside of the beast’s jaw. Clearly tired with its predicament, the beast raised its wings to take off.

Just before it could get its first flap in, though, the ground beneath it broke in multiple places, and from the earthly wounds rose giant trunks of wood, crimson in hue and sprouting with pink leaves and blossoms. They wrapped around the dragon’s neck, grabbing on and not letting go. Ego accidentally struck one of the branches as it appeared, blocking their hit. The dragon pushed its wings against the air and attempted to lift off, but the massive branches around its neck kept it in place. More of these rapidly-growing trees caught the beast’s body, pulling it to the earth.

As the dragon cried out, the group briefly looked around to find the cause of the strange happenings. Ego was the first to see Sanguine by the treeline, pulling at the air with his hands in-time with the way the branches moved. He had brought up the trees, Ego realized, not knowing he was capable of a feat like that. They cheered him on, “Woo, Sam!”

He flickered his gaze to the Dragonborn, giving a hearty smile before refocusing his attention on keeping the beast down.

Ego heard Erandur laugh with pride—probably the first time he’d done so in relevance to Sanguine. He then launched another fireball at the dragon’s back just as Miraak Shouted a storm of fire at the beast’s front. Both caused the branches to catch fire, adding extra damage to the beating that the dragon was already taking elsewhere. The dremora warrior hopped out of the way of a Frost Breath attack and struck the dragon’s eye with his blade, making the beast roar in pain and defiance. Ego managed to sprint over to the other side of the dragon’s head, striking its face with their axe. Eventually, the dragon let out one last cry before all movement ceased, and the fire blazed around it. The downed beast then began its signature process of burning up from the inside, matching the outside inferno.

Those who were close to the dragon stepped back, sighing a breath of relief as the battle drew to a close. Ego and Miraak quickly locked eyes on each other, and after a moment of glaring, both began to push at one another. They were fighting to see who could get closer to the dragon’s body without stepping foot in the flames; whoever was closest would snag the soul, after all. Miraak, being bigger and stronger than their sibling, grabbed Ego by the shoulders and tossed them back. Just as all the flesh of the dragon flaked away, the Last Dragonborn met the First with a hefty, “Fus… Ro!” It made Miraak stumble away but not far enough, and Ego groaned as they watched the soul fly to Miraak. “Ha!” the older of the two laughed.

“Asshat!” Ego got to their feet.

“You were too slow this time, Dragonborn,” Miraak pressed on with immense pride in his voice.

Ego didn’t bother to bite their tongue. Instead, they aimed their Voice at Miraak, and sent him into the river with Unrelenting Force. The thunderous clap was nicely matched with the sound of the First splashing into the water.

“Ego!” Erandur scolded, jogging over.

“He stole the soul!” The Dragonborn couldn’t help but laugh as they battled with the priest. “He’s fine.” They glanced back to the river, seeing Miraak’s head poking out of the water’s surface as he begrudgingly made his way back to land. Ego tauntingly called, “You alright?”

Miraak’s golden mask faced them just as he reached the bank, and from the water’s surface jutted a middle finger. Ego mischievously snickered while Erandur rolled his eyes. “Alright,” the priest began, changing the subject, “Who’s hurt?”

“Aye,” Serana called, trudging over with a half-relaxed expression. Erandur met with her and found her wounds, healing them over the best he could.

Ego took another breath as they looked at the dragon, sighing with relief to see the flames of the charred branches dying down. They caught the dremora in their sight; he was poking at one of the wing bones with his foot, examining the dead beast. Ego was about to call over to him before hearing footsteps running up behind them. Before they could even turn, they were snatched up and lifted from the ground into a tight hug. A breath and noise was forced out of them as they were squeezed, Sanguine chattering, “Holy shit! Ego, why in Oblivion would you do that?”

“Ugh—Sam!” they lightly punched his arms, signaling him to let up. Sanguine did so but still held onto them, not letting their feet touch the ground. “I mean, really? Why? Are you alright?” he queried.

“That’s sort of our job,” Ego chuckled, getting their breath back, “Dragonborn, and all.”

“That job fucking sucks,” he responded.

“Hey, but you’re pretty damned good at it!” the breton exclaimed. “I didn’t know you could bring trees up like that!”

“Trust me when I say that they’re usually only for scenery. That took a lot of concentration,” the Prince looked over at the dragon. “Woof… I haven’t seen that for a while.”

“Ego!” Erandur called from a short distance, “Tell him to put you down so I can heal you!”

“Oh, I can heal you,” Sanguine said to Ego, but with a bit of snark directed at Erandur. He asked, “Where are you hurt?

[reality-detective]

Patriots and Frog Family

Optics: The way a situation, action, event, etc., is perceived by the public or by a particular group of people. What something will look like to the outside world; the perception a public relations person would have on something.

We just defined optics! Let’s take an example of recent optics and apply logic and strategy to it … Palestine, Ohio. Whether you believe it is true or not, truly think about it piece by piece. A few things come to my mind. My career profession was occupational health and safety. Why aren’t they all wearing hazmat suits? Why didn’t they evacuate folks for 10, 20, 30 or even 50 miles away? Or this one question gets me big time…. why are the National Guard protecting that area (without hazmat suits on?). But Mar…what about the dead fish? The dead animals? Hmmm let’s see. Optics or perhaps placed there for optics sake? Ok. More questions creep out at this stage. Who is in charge of the National Guard? Is it the faux Joe Biden or is it a military operation that is being used to wake up the sheep? Is it a false flag? Is it a cabal or White Hats operation? Questions…questions and more questions. As I said, apply your own research, facts, logic and strategy and finally draw your own conclusion. We already know that the mainstream media is untrustworthy so don’t look to them as a resource. They are the enemy…the co-conspirators for brainwashing the people.

Ok let’s take another “possible optics” that is happening…the border crisis. Is it truly real??? Do you think that the White Hats and Trump are allowing tens of millions of folks to invade our country? If I remember right before Trump “left” office, the wall was nearly done. Are some folks sneaking into our country? I have absolutely no doubt they are but tens of thousands or millions? Where is that caravan that was supposed to hit? Why do these “illegal aliens” all look well fed…. have Air-Jordan footwear…iphones…etc? Who is providing them with their daily food and water?

My point here is that this is a Psychological battle…. and a Spiritual battle. It’s truly a Biblical war! So let’s see thru some things. Let’s dig until we find the truth. Isn’t that our weapon? We need to be armed with facts and truth. And on that point let me bitch for a moment…. its time to get back to teaching basics and critical thinking and stop the brainwashing that is happening to our youth. Parents…how can we teach our children if we aren’t doing our own due diligence in bringing the truth to light. Oh wait!!! That’s exactly what we HAVE been doing! We may sometimes have to think out of the box to find the truth but we have been doing just that. We Patriots and Frogs have been doing just that because we have awakened and will no longer stand for our lives…. our freedoms to be trampled on. We are the new worldwide army. We are learning to understand the Plan…the need for optics.

I have posted that the Biden administration has negotiated a deal with the World Health Organization giving them authority over all US pandemics on my previous deactivated accounts. Why would I post that knowing that👇

1) Biden no longer exists…he was executed years ago.

2) that Trump and the White Hats would never allow WHO to have that kind of power over us. I posted it for optics. To enrage those that are still not awake and those that may think they are awake but not completely awake. Do I like having to do these types of posts? Hell NO! But there is still a need to wake up folks. Watch the comments when posts like that are done then you will understand the need. I honestly hate that part. We are supposed to use truth as our weapon. It distresses me to no end when I do posts like that knowing that nothing this faux administration does is legal or binding but I do it because it alarms the folks that are just starting to wake up. I know my frog family knows the truth and knows that God and the White Hats are in control. I know that the Plan states “Only at the precipice will people find the will to change.”

I personally have faith in this Plan. I also know that united we are more powerful than we know and the enemy is petrified of the day when we all actually realize that. But. It still grates on my nerves to have to post anything that is not the truth…. even for optics sake.

Remember. Everything must fall while under the faux Biden administration. Trump will step back in to prevent the WW3 scare event. We will be returning to the Original 1776 US Constitution. Trump will be the 19th president because everything after the 18th president will be negated.

The White Hats must do what they have to do to wake up the remaining normies. We are aware already. Be patient. It is all wrapping up now. The WW3 event is already being touted by the media. We are almost there.

Stay alert.

Stay prepared.

And above all think. 🤔