#i might still make that work... but idk....

[asterbats]

The patient needs more ocs to interact with canon characters to live.

Was going to create a new "canon" starfallverse team for Explorers, with Rin/Nimbus in a different self indulgent canon, but I can't do that. I love those goobers too much. But I wanted to put the team I'd been considering into the canon anyways because I've got some ideas...

Sylvie is a strange looking Shaymin who popped up in Treasure Town out of nowhere. She's the adorable but shy type and is quick to run away from unwanted attention, but she's kind to whomever she meets. She's been roped into the Spinda Cafe's staff and Project P, seemingly detached from the main plot... but Rin can't help but stare at her whenever they meet, wondering why she gets a sense of deja vu...

Poppy is from Treeshroud Forest. She's the only Fire Opal Vulpix (credit to @ask-obt for the variant, in case the link dies) from the area, having been sired by a traveling Keokeo Ninetales. She was the only one who managed to escape when Treeshroud Forest was frozen in time, rushing to Treasure Town to tell the news. The guild took her in and later recruited her, but she was angry and bitter towards the thief that ruined her home. When Grovyle's identity is revealed, she's right on the case and is the most determined to arrest him...

But little does she know the ironic relationship she has with the thief... Or rather, an alternate version of herself. In the Dark Future, she'd evolved into Ninetales and lived up to Grovyle's time. She was a persistent rebel against Primal Dialga's forces and devastated their numbers, cursing many of them.

But she had also found a stray baby Treecko in the wild, starving to death... and nursed it back to health, raising it as her own and teaching it how to survive. (though not without projecting some Issues onto him) She later died to an attack from the Sableye.

Needless to say, when Grovyle figures out who Present!Poppy is, He's Feeling A Lot Of Things.......

[anhesacardia]

Forbidden Promises

Chapter 1 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: none for now except that Reader is a mother, called mumma/momma, Hana is six years old, reader freezes up at the sight of Toji but just because she’s in shock, Toji being a warning of his own, there will be eventual smut so MDNI

Word count: around 2k at maximum I wrote this on tumblr drafts so idk lol

An: Literally my second work I’m posting on tumblr so please again be kind!!! Likes and reblogs and comments all greatly appreciated!!!

Theres something serene about the way you flit around the bakery, apron speckled with little dots of flour, tied snugly around your waist. Placing the fresh goods in the glass display might just has to be your favourite step ever, that or placing the fresh flowers into the flower vase that the florist across you always sponsored for a free cream bun.

The door chime rings as you turn around, wiping off the small beads of sweat that formed on your upper lip with your sleeve, pulling back the clear mask back on, a customer service smile immediately placed on your face,

“Glad I got to you before lunch rush!”

You smiled at the frequent guest, bending at the knees and catching the pink haired girl that ran straight at you,

“Momma! The teacher said my drawings have real uh-,”

Hana turns around to look at her friends mother, her friend still holding onto Aoi’s pants, shyly hiding even after knowing you for six months now,

“Potential, she said you have great potential Hana,”

Aoi smiled, patting Hana’s head and scooping up her son into her arms not soon after,

“Well if that’s it,me and the little one are going to get going now, Kenji’s cooking dinner for us,”

Aoi starts walking back to the doors as Hana wraps her arms around you, making you pick her up and rest her on your arm as you walk towards the door,

“I’ll see you tomorrow Aoi!”

You wave at the mother-son duo as they walk down the street, a warm smile on your face as Hana copies your gesture,

“Ok big girl! I want you to go get changed and mumma will get you some lunch hmm?”

Hana runs into the back room of the shop- connected to your house as soon as you set her down. A fresh set of gloves is pulled over your hands as you move back to the counter and await your lunch rush, already dreading the influx of customers.

The first man to come in makes you stop dead in your tracks, fingers frozen mid air as you almost greet the man. A scar runs down the left side of his lip, red and rough,

“Well ain’t it good to see you again,”

He grins, matching your half assed wave with his own as he walks to the counter whistling as he turns his head around and looks at your homely decorated bakery,

“Toji,”

You breathe out, barely short of a whisper. He cocks his head at you and smirks,

“Yep, that’s my name. Never thought I’d see you on an errand for Sukuna heh,”

A shiver runs down your spine at the mention of his name and you scrunch your eyes, willing yourself back to the woman who owned the bakery and not the woman who ran away six years ago,

“It’s good to see you again too Toji, is there anything I can get you?”

Your palms have moon shaped Red Crescents in them from how hard you’ve dug your finger nails, steeling your gaze at the cash register, pulling out a new order,

“Why the cold shoulder doll? We go way back don’t we?”

All Toji gets in reply is an eye roll and a scoff followed by you moving away from the counter to stand in front of Fushiguro with your arms crossed,

“I dated your boss for a few years, that’s hardly going ‘way back-,”

You further validate your point with finger quotes in the air,

“Now either order something or get the hell out Fushiguro,”

Tojis smirk falters for a second before he holds in hands up in mock surrender,

“Still fiesty heh doll, no worries I’ll be out of your way,”

He’s turned his back on you and finally is almost out of the door-

“Momma! I can’t find my hello kitty pouch!”

Your daughter comes storming out from the back door, red eyes squinted in fury as she holds out her bag for you,

Shit.

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[hugs4jongseong]

❥ His prettiest work - 황현진

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Synopsis • In which you help your best friend with his artist's block by modelling for him.

Pairing • Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader

Warnings • friends to lovers, fluff, hyunjin paints y/n naked, no actual smut but like... You're naked.. kissing him.., hyunjin can't keep his hands to himself, making out, idk if I missed any 😖

W.C. • 1,636 (give or take)

A/N • Hi lovelies >.< Everyone say happy birthday hyunjin!! I hope you all enjoy, this is not edited so keep that in mind if it's not perfect & i apologize for any bad grammar. Thank you for reading! <3

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Of course you know why you're here, but you're not sure of how 'hey, hyune, why don't I just model for you?' turned into stripping your clothing off piece by piece until you're completely bare in front of your own best friend.

Lately you'd noticed that hyunjin just wasn't acting like hyunjin. The poor boy hadn't painted in weeks, and it was clearly affecting him, so, being the kind best friend you are, you offered to model for him. Hyune jumped at the opportunity, taking the idea and running with it.

You were so happy to see hyunjin excited to paint. It was the most passionate he'd been in a while. He had so many ideas, and you let him talk your ear off about everything he had in mind until the two of you finally arranged a few days where he could just sit and paint the one thing he finds the most beautiful: you.

God, he was so in love with you.

So here you are, deliberately posed on a large sofa chair with your legs over one arm of it and your back against the other, head leaning gently against the cushion and hands resting on your tummy. Every now and then he'd get up and walk over to you, delicately running his long, slender fingers over your bare skin to adjust your pose, muttering gentle words of praise as shivers run up your spine.

"You're doing so good, angel. so perfect," Hyunjin hums softly, eliciting a sheepish giggle as a faint blush of pink colors your cheeks.

Sure, at first you felt slightly uncomfortable about being literally naked in front of your best friend, but you quickly got used to it. You trusted him more than anyone in the world, and he treated you with nothing but care and intent, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll.

"This might be my prettiest work, y/n. You're so beautiful," hyunjin says, glancing up from the canvas, a small content smile on his lips. Your heart stutters at his words, he had always been affectionate, he'd always called you sweet names, but right now just feels so intimate. It's as if he's looking past just your body or your face and complimenting your soul.

"Is it almost done?" You frown, looking over at him, almost not wanting your time together to end. He simply gives a small nod, that small smile still evident on his lips.

"Do you wanna come see?" He asks softly, and you quickly nod, eagerly getting up off of the sofa and wrapping a thin silk robe around your body before scampering over to his art station.

When you finally see the painting, your eyes widen and your soft, rose petal-like lips part slightly. It genuinely is a beautiful piece of art, one so pretty that it renders you completely speechless. Hyunjin had perfectly captured your essence, perfectly captured your femininity, perfectly captured everything. He looks up at you and laughs softly "do you like it?"

His words snap you back into reality, letting out a small hum and nodding, still staring at the painting until you feel like you have to physically tear your eyes away from the canvas. "It's gorgeous, hyune. It's so, so pretty," you smile softly, flinging your arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "You're amazing."

Hyunjin lets out a soft, affectionate huff and hugs you back, slender hands snaking around your waist and bunching the fabric of your robe up in his fists at your back as he breathes in your sweet scent. When you pull back, he keeps his hands on your body, moving to rest gently on your beautiful hips that he'd spent so many hours perfecting on a canvas. No matter how accurate or how pretty the painting was, nothing could ever beat the real thing.

"I'm so proud of you, hyunjin," you smile softly and bring your hands up to gently cup his face, running your thumbs over the soft flesh. He smiles up at you before one of his hands leaves your hips to grab one of yours, bringing it to his lips and kissing your palm.

Your heart swells at the sight and you let out a nervous giggle "hyune..."

His smile grows at your reaction, he'd always loved your adorable shy side. "Y/n..." He echos your tone with a grin, interlocking his fingers with yours as his other hand rubs gentle circles into the flesh of your hips with his thumb.

"y/n, do you know how beautiful you are to me?" He asks, his voice just above a whisper. Usually you'd giggle and brush off the compliment, but there was something so different about it. His eyes were wide and almost vulnerable as he looked up at you, gently pulling you closer by your hip. Once again, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

That same gentle blush from earlier returns to your cheeks, sheepishly glancing away from him. He drops your hand and his returns to your hip. "C'mere," he mutters gently pulling you down onto his lap.

Your eyes widen slightly, but you don't try to fight it, letting him guide you down onto his lap. You knew that the line of friendship might've been blurry for the two of you, but you also knew that this wasn't normal behavior. "Hyunjin what are you-"

The man cuts you off with a gentle hum, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to your neck. If you weren't sure before, now you definitely know that this was crossing the line.

His thumbs massage into the meat of your hips and he keeps you firmly still in his lap as his lips begin to travel about your neck, leaving your skin burning in their wake. "Sat so well for me.." the boy beneath you mutters, moving away from your neck to look at you, his eyes, usually so sharp, now soft and sweet as he looks into yours.

"I love you, y/n," hyunjin says softly, and for the moment, you swear your heart stopped. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn a bright shade of pink, the sight bringing a small smile to hyunjin's lips.

"Hyune.. I-" you feel yourself start to stammer "you mean- Like, actually?"

He laughs softly at how flustered you get, his hand coming up to brush hair away from your face as he waits to hear your feelings before going any further.

After a moment of staring at him, stunned, you finally snap out of it, smiling nervously before speaking up ever so softly "I love you too."

His smile grows and, with his hand resting gently on your neck, he comes forward to kiss you. His lips press against yours firmly, the emotion behind the kiss telling you that he'd been waiting a while for this.

His hand stays resting gently at the base of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You melt into the kiss, your lips moving slowly and intently against his, arching your back slightly into him.

His lips start to wander down away from yours, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the small space between your bottom lip and chin, then he peppers a few along your jawline before moving down to your neck. You let out a soft sigh as his lips move passionately against your neck, nipping gently at the flesh.

"hyunjin.." you moan softly, and your hands come up to the back of his neck, keeping his lips on you. He chuckles lowly against your skin, both of his hands now holding your hips, stroking your skin through the thin silk robe.

"loved painting you, darling," he mutters between kisses "your hips... They're so pretty." Then his hands move down to your thighs, rubbing the smooth flesh where the robe had started to fall open. "Mmh, and these legs.."

Hyunjin moves back to look at you, his eyes almost pleading. "Can I see you again? Please?" He speaks softly as his hands run up and down over the slopes of your waist. You giggle at his words, but your heart flutters at how respectful he is.

"you have a perfect painting of me right there, though," you giggle, and you reach teasingly for the strings of your robe.

He's practically pouting at your words. "But it's not the real thing.." he frowns, and the way he's looking at you has you weak.

You giggle as you come down to kiss his jaw, slowly untying your robe until it falls open. You try to make sure that he can't see your face in order to hide any hint of self-consciousness in your eyes, but being the attentive sweetheart he is, he gently hums your name and cups your cheek to get you to look back up at him.

Reluctantly, you lift your head, your cheeks turning a soft shade of red as you watch his eyes roam over your bare body then back up to your face. "Gorgeous girl.." he coos with a gentle smile and leans down to kiss your collarbones, wasting no time to run his hands along your bare skin. "You're stunning... 'm so obsessed with you.."

You feel your entire body heat up, the words making your heart rate accelerate. "Hyunjin.." you say through a breath.

He looks up at you from where he's trailing kisses down to your sternum with a quirked brow. You giggle softly, cupping his face in your hands "you're obsessed with me?"

He nods "terribly obsessed."

You giggle "I love you so much.."

A dumb smile grows on his lips, and you can't help the one that pulls at yours as you come down to kiss him again.

[delicatetigerobject]

So I used to be diagnosed with ADHD until I got diagnosed with autism because the ADHD was a misdiagnosis, and I remember in sixth grade my best friend would get made fun of, and I wasn't sure why because sure she was weird but she never even initiated interactions with these people, so I defended her because she was just going to let them make fun of her otherwise (she's not a very confrontational person) and then of course that made them notice me enough that they decided to make me a target as well, and none of the teachers I told did anything about it. I remember that at the time, my diagnosis was still ADHD, and I couldn't get any of my work done, so I think that may have been a bit of the reason why they didn't do anything, the kids bullying me and my friend did get their assignments turned in. They also had more friends in that class. The kid who was doing it most only got moved to a different class after he threw my computer off of a table and broke the screen, and somehow they still wanted to punish me. And one of the strange things is that if you actually talk to us, me and that friend are incredibly similar- We're like the same person but with different interests, skills, and appearances. We act the same and have the same friend group and to anyone who doesn't know us, the main difference was how we looked and how we socialized. She's always been more blunt and confident as well as lacking some social skills, and dresses for comfort. I've always been more shy around people I'm not friends with, pretty pushover-y unless a friend is being made fun of, so it seems like I've got better social skills (I just overthink and make myself overly anxious about it lol) and I dress in clothing that I think makes me look good (luckily I think jeans are comfy). So now, in 8th grade, I'm diagnosed with autism, and me and my friend are in choir together with these kids and there's this group of them who we'll call Bob, Lexie, and Emmy, and we'll call my friend Mary (not real names). Last week, we had a choir concert, and we had some free time before the concert and after finishing warmups and practicing for it. So me and Mary were in the hallwway together, and the group (Bob, Lexie, Emmy) were there too. So they lied and said they'd found her Instagram account ("It's called [something they guess she'd have her account name set to] or something, right?") and said a fake name so that she would correct them and they could search it up (dirty move, they aren't very nice to her so they weren't being friendly) and then they searched it up and all followed her on it, and as we were walking away I could hear them laughing and see them pointing at Bob's phone, even though all she uses the account for is to post softball related things (it's her favorite sport, her dad is even gonna be coaching the team next year), and to be honest that pissed me off so much because she never even does anything to the, and they make fun of her in choir all the time and the teacher doesn't even stop them. She's diagnosed with ADHD at the moment btw. But yeah just felt like sharing this story here idk I thought it was kinda on topic and might share another flavor of experience if that makes any sense at all (probably doesn't)

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[ramazottin]

ABOUT THE FORSAKEN DRAMA

All the bs happening to forsaken is entirely the fault of the fandom btw. Its obvious whoever is making those documents about soul and the other ppl from the team is just desperately trying to give the game a bad reputation. They take EVERYTHING out of context bro, like.... eugh.

Also stop giving attention to the weirdos in the fandom(including the proshippers/rage baiters. Stop sharing their content around for shock value, don't even post it to show yourself fixing their art.). Don't interact with toxic people in game. Just report them and change servers if you need to. Stop giving platforms to people creating unnecessary drama.

And the biggest thing I think this fandom should start doing is FOCUSING ON THE GOOD THINGS!!! Yes there are many people who keep complaining about the game (that they are actively choosing to play btw), yes there are some bad apples (which is unfortunately unavoidable), yes there is drama (but the drama has already been cleared up and explained MULTIPLE TIMES) BUT you know what else is there?

The special update just for today, which was honestly pretty fun!(march 18)

Although toki pulled all their characters from forsaken, there's still a chance they might continue their story seperately in their own projects!!! (Awesome news for azure/ringmaster/rook fans tbh)

Even though the updates are paused we still did get different updates for a lot of characters and their abilities. (Check the dev log) (also we got temporary buff for John Doe today!!! Cuz yknow..march 18)

Despite all the drama and hardship the devs are facing they are CHOOSING to continue to work on the game. (Idk if i could handle all of that if I was in their place, the devs are pretty awesome ngl...)

Yes, some people left the team, but you can still follow up on other works they might be doing. They exist outside of forsaken. (And who isn't to say new people won't join the team in the future? Keep ur heads up guys, dont let the weirdos hating on forsaken bring down ur mood lol)

Even though a lot of skins were removed from the game, I'm not really sad about it. Because some skins were what introduced me to new media and they are sooo peak omg, idc if the skins get removed im just happy to discover peak... and you should be happy too bcz the fandoms are growing!! Which means more fan art. Yum.

And ngl, since azure is removed im kinda excited to see how two time's new lore will develop in the future. I'm just happy to play the game man. We should all be more grateful and just...idk...be more jolly tbh...

It's not often that I get VEEERY interested in something, and trust me when I do get interested in things I literally lose my mind over it. And forsaken just happened to be one of the rare things I got way too obsessed with, LOL. So, when things go not so according to plan, I just try to go with the flow and be thankful that the devs even decided to make a game...they literally said money wasn't their goal, soul lets other ppl make merch for the game and lets them sell it, like...this game is just nice dude. Let's all give the ppl on the forsaken team their credit where it's due.

This is not the time for negativity, it's the time to stick togerher as a community and build a safe space for all of us. (The devs are still human, you know! Be nicer.)

(Also, in no way shape or form am i trying to encourage toxic positivity. Let yourselves be sad and dont try to be like 'oh nahh it will be okay!!' Because its normal to be sad about all the current news. Just dont let it consume you and dont take it out on others)

Also before I forget, if you dont interact with the bad side of the fandom you wont be seeing that type of content. I personally haven't ran into that many toxic people because i choose to step back and be happy, LOL. Just find your people, I promise you can do it. If you can't find your people, then just create that community yourself :)

The game isnt going to be cancelled or anything by the way, this was announced in the dc. Don't worry you guys...overthinking isn't good for you. I'm not saying this to be mean, but please touch grass. Like actually. Going outside makes me realize things arent as deep as they seem. Taking a short walk will seriously make u feel so much better, trust me. Take care of yourself first, then you can worry about a game.

Am I saddened by everything that's happened to forsaken? Yeah, OBVIOUSLY!!! But am i still able to see the good side in all of this??? YEA, OBVIOUSLY!!! It's hard to focus on the good things sometimes, I know... but they're so much easier to find once you start looking for them.

Tl;dr forsaken will be okay and you will also be okay, calm down

[yamysunmoon]

That fucking suit

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Your roles are pretty clear in your relationship. If someone is gonna wear the strap, it's gotta be you. But today Jenna is clad in a beautiful suit that is making you feel funny. You want her in a different way tonight. The tables might turn for once.

Words count: circa 2970

Warnings: sub!Jenna, dom!reader, stone top!reader, choke play, Jenna using the strap-on for the first time and being a shy little mess about it.

a/n: idk if yall will like this but i had a vision and i know what i saw (*wednesday's voice*)

a/n²: i'm already working on requests but firstly i'll publish works i've had on drafts from before. Yall can keep asking tho and i shall deliver given the time <3

MASTERLIST

Your thumb swipes up the screen as you watch each video and photo of Jenna at that Death of a Unicorn Premiere. Your eyes dart across the screen, leening at her with growing desire.

The way she stuffs her hands into the pockets of that oversized pants; how she smirks sheepishly at the interviewer's complements; how she fixes her hair— every little detail is driving you insane.

That fitted crimson shirt combined with the also crimson tie and the oversized blazer brings out her slender figure, and the rings on her fingers don't help either.

You squeeze your thighs together as you ogle her through the screen, mind racing with thoughts of what you wanna do to her the moment she gets home.

Well, not really home, but this expensive hotel room you're both staying for the night. You lie down on the kingsized bed, eyelids fluttering as you picture her walking through that door.

The evening goes by and you let the thoughts of her consume you. You sink in a drowsy state, eyes closed as you feel yourself drowning in desire. You had been thinking about using this new toy with her for a while now, and you were waiting for a special occasion...

Hours later, the click of the door opening and her heels clicking on the floor makes you sit up. Your face lights up the moment she steps in.

She looks at you smiling adorably. "Hey, I'm back" she says, and you smirk because she always says the obvious when she gets nervous under your stare.

"Missed me?" she asks playfully, approaching you. She stands in front of you, and eventhough you're sat on the edge of the bed, she still isn't that tall. You reach for her tie and tug at it making her bend slightly. You plant a schorching kiss on her crimson lips that leave her speechless.

You break it tenderly, a sharp contrast to the dominance and ferocity of the kiss. "Wow" she breathes out, her tone no longer that playful, "I guess that's a yes".

You grab her sides, feeling the thick fabric of her jacket against your fingers. You stifle a whimper as you kiss her again, and you make her sit by your side.

"Okay, someone is eager tonight" she teases giggling, but you can tell she's nervous, trying to guess what you've planned for tonight.

You settle between her legs, kneeling; you walk your hands by her thighs, down to her knees, making her spread her legs.

"I've been thinking about you all day," you murmur in a low, sultry voice; peppering soft kisses on the side of her neck, "and I was thinking we could try something different tonight."

You admire smugly how she blushes, the reddish tone tinging even her neck. "Oh? And what were you thinking about...?" she asks feidging a casual tone, but her voice comes out thick and more breathy than intended.

You lean back, staring at her with a mysterious smile and your eyes glimmering with censored promises. "Well..." you leer at her shamelessly, eyes darting down her body, blazing with desire.

"I was thinking maybe you could wear the strap tonight." Your gaze trails up to her eyes again, "Wearing this gorgeous suit too" you add in a whisper.

Now that you have her before you, the vision is clear and incredibly tantalizing.

She swallows hard, and her blush turns crimson, matching the colour of her fit. "Oh- I... Wow, uh..." she stammers, eyes flickering anywhere but your face. Her hands are grasping onto the sheets of the bed now.

You keep roaming her thighs, up and down, slowly; fingers splayed out exploring each inch teasingly. "What do you think?" Your voice is playful, soft and high-pitched; suggestive. "Use your words, gorgeous."

She shudders visibly at your words, inhaling sharply. "Ugh, fuck you" she mutters to herself, fixing her hair in a way to avoid eye contact.

The power you have over her is painfuly evident; you love it and she kinda hates it... Not really, though.

You stand up, pausing there for a second so that she can take a moment to stare at you. You smile smugly and reach the nighstand, opening the drawer, fumbling for the toy and some lube.

She follows your every move, her silence giving away her smoldering desire.

You settle again between her legs. You notice her nervous demaenor and your heart melts.

She looks so cute and carelessly sexy, staring at you so innocently, even oblivious to what's about to happen. As if she hadn't seen a toy like this before, swinging between your legs.

You lean in and peck kiss her. "You're being too cute for such a naughty thing" you murmur huskily on her lips.

She chuckles, her shoulders falling in relaxation. "I just..." she lifts her hips as you slide off her pants down to her knees and start adjusting the harness. "I'm a little nervous about it" she continues, looking down at your expert hands.

You tie the strands up confidently, your gaze darting between her beautiful face and the work at hand. "Just relax and enjoy, babe" you murmur soothingly. "But if it feels odd, you know we can always stop."

Her lips curl up into a warm smile. "I don't think I'll want to stop" she mutters more to herself.

You finish adjusting the harness and trail off admiring your handiwork. You slide up her pants, and now the strap is a bulge under the loose fabric.

She pulls down her hips, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed. You both stare at it, swallowing hard.

You look at her, your gaze darkening as you scane her as if she was your pray. She visibly shivers, but tries to hide it by scooting back.

You lean in, dragging your lips along the side of her neck. She gasps and tilts her head giving you better access.

"Someone seems happy to see me..." you murmur in a low, teasing tone as you reach down to the bulge. You squeeze the shaft playfully, making sure its base presses against Jenna's core through the fabric of her panties.

She inhales sharply, aroused by the game your implanting. "I am, in fact..." she mutters, turning her head slightly to whisper in your ear. "You make me so hard..."

Her voice is breathy, thick with anticipation. She hisses when she feels your squeeze.

You meet her lips, first a soft brush, that soon turns into a sloppy, slow kiss. You play with the bulge a little more, handling it in a way that makes it rub against her, earning some soft whimperings from her.

After some teasing minutes, you slide your hand under the pants and wrap your fingers around the toy. She reaches down and slides off the pants slightly, down to her upper thighs.

Still making out, you reach for the lube. You break the kiss tenderly to flicker down and rub some of it onto the tip.

She stares at it breathless, blown away by the sensual ritual you're setting up.

You spread the thick liquid all along the shaft. Wrapping your fingers around it firmly, you start to stroke it.

You look up at her, lips parted panting quietly as you watch her reaction. You're stroking it making sure it rubs against her.

She makes it clear that you're doing a great job. She throws her head back and stares at you with hooded eyes, propping herself on her splayed out hands that grasp onto the sheets as she wheezes.

The silicone feels smooth and slippery in your hand, and it gets warmer by the second due to the friction. This only helps to get into the fantasy.

She brings up her hands and cups your face eagerly, kissing you hard as she grinds. You stroke faster in response; she whimpers in your mouth.

The way she's reacting to your touches only stir you up and boost your confidence. You break the kiss panting quietly. "Jenna," you breath out brushing your nose with hers "can I give you head?"

The look she gives you is like nothing you've seen before in her gaze. There's a certain hunger, a flame blazing in them.

She nods fervently, her shyness perfectly mixed with her burning desire.

You grin, lustful eyes spakling as you kneel between her legs again. She spreads her legs, propping herself on one hand while the other runs through your hair.

You look down, the stiff toy pointing at you. She leands forward slightly and grabs the base of the toy, wiggling it experimentally. You lean in closer. Her breath becomes ragged as she drags the tip along your right cheek.

You didn't expect her move, let alone being so enciting. You gasp, turning your head slowly, so that the toy drags across your lips and left cheek. You peek up at her, gaze lifting slowly, you bat your eyelashes playfully.

She pulls your hair gently. Her gaze is intense and expectant; she's even holding her breath.

Her crimson lipstick is slightly smudged, and her cherry red hair is a little disheveled. She's looking at your with those hooded eyes and plump parted lips, swollen from the intense kissing.

It's the first time your gonna do this to her, she can't hide her excitment.

You finally tilt down your head and swirl your tongue around the tip reflexively. She squirms in response, still grasping the base of the toy, her fingers tighten around it. Your eyes flicker briefly at her before you look down again, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it gently.

One of your hands strokes the shaft while the other reaches to her tie, pulling it and swirling it around your fingers, making it tighten around her neck in a way that makes her whimper.

"Oh my— fuck" she gasps, leaning forward to your pull. But then, she leans back, so that the tension of the tie around her neck turns more prominent.

You peek up and freeze momentarily as you realize what she's doing.

"Such a freak" you mutter pulling back, only to slide down more confidently.

You wrap your lips around the shaft and start bobbing your head, taking several inches with each thrust. She thrusts back, following your rhythm and depth, rolling her hips steadily.

She can't take her eyes off you, one hand in your hair, tugging at it gently and stroking lovingly, while the other caresses the side of your neck and your shoulder.

Her legs spread further, offering herself to you. You moan around the toy, sending vibrations all over it that reach her core through her panties, making her shiver. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip, throwing her head back.

She fucks your mouth deliciously and slowly, moaning and whimpering in her sultry, feminine voice. Drives you insane how ethereal she sounds while wearing this suit and this harness.

Your cheeks hallow as you suck, your hand is pumping half of the shaft while you suck the other half, making slurping sounds that make her look down at you again.

"Love... You look so pretty with your mouth on me" she says in a hoarse, thick voice.

You look up at her, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You pull back releasing the silicone cock with an exaggerated pop.

Then you stick out your tongue, wagging it teasingly against the tip; your eyes locked on hers. You blink twice and a furtive tear falls down your cheek.

She shifts restless at your teasing banter. "Hmm..." She whines, clearly wanting more.

You push down again, the silicone cock creating a bulge on your left cheek as you shove it against the inner part of it.

Each time you plunge it into your mouth, each time you stroke it with your hand, the toy twitches against her.

Her hips are bucking under your touch, grinding against the toy. She arches her back, one of her hands flies to yours gripping the tie. You get the hint and tug at it, a choked moan escaping her lips.

"Hmmph baby I think I..." She whines with a hint of surprise.

You know she's about to move more frantically, so you release the toy with a loud pop and crash your lips onto hers, letting her taste the lube in your mouth.

She whines misserably, a sound between a complain and pure contentment. She's getting overwhelmed with sensations- your hand firmly stroking the toy, fingers sliding up and down making sure it rubs against her; your swollen lips devouring hers— the psychological stimulation of it all.

She can feel herself getting warmer and warmer, her pussy throbbing and aching for attention.

She breaks the kiss abruptly. "Baby, please..." She begs in a thin, pathetic voice.

You look at her with darkened eyes. The control freak part of you makes its appearence.

"Please what, love?" You ask tenderly, as in teaching her. She whimpers, getting your mock.

"B-baby, p-please" she moans, gazing at you with the deepest pleading eyes ever.

"Hmm, seems like you're out of words, love..." You keep teasing. The sloppy sounds your hand makes rubbing with the toy fill the room, and she flutters her eyes shut and pants heavily, focused on that sound and the sound of your voice.

"You're acting as if this was the first time someone ever touched you..." You purr, brushing your wet lips against the right corner of her lips.

She shudders visibly. "It is..." she stammers. You stroke harder, earning a moany yelp. "No one's... Ever..."

She grasps onto your sides for dear life, grinding frantically. Her cheeks flush red and a thin drool is escaping from her parted lips. She looks gorgeous.

"Hmm? You've never been jerked off, have you?" You whir with a wry smile.

She turns her head weakily, staring at you with hazy eyes. "You're just being— Mean, at this point" she mutters, struggling to talk through her breathy voice.

Her breathing is becoming more and more ragged, her thrusts more and more erratic. She's so close but she's also stubborn.

And you love to fuck the stubborness out of her.

You stroke more firmly, hand sliding along the shaft deftly, making her wail. You chuckle darkly.

"I asked you a question" you hiss in a scold tone, mocking tenderness. She shudders once again.

"I fucking know" she hisses back, clearly struggling to hold back.

Her hips buck fiercely against your expert touch. "I haven't, okay? You know I've n-never been t-touched like this before" she breathes out, blushing harder.

You grin. She's right; you obviously know. But you can't help but tease her when she gets like this.

You brush your nose against her temple; the tender touch being a sharp contrast to your confident hand bumping the shaft.

"You're such an adorable girl... My whimpering mess, aren't you? All cute and needy when I put my hand on you..."

"You're not even touching me" she interrupts, her voice thick with grumpiness and need. You huff with a smirk.

"Oh, someone's getting grounchy..." you keep teasing, testing how long she can take it.

She bites her lips, obviously frustrated. But her gaze is locked with yours now, and she knows what you're doing. Her eyes dart between yours, her desperation growing by the second as the silence between you allows her to focus again on the sensations.

The fabric of her panties creating a friction against her pussy combined with the relentless slamming of the toy against her, and how she's grinding back at it, makes her furrow her brows in pleasure and effort.

"Please" she begs once again, her edgy mood melting into pure distress. "Please, touch me. I need your fingers on me, please" she finally gives in, specifying like you wanted her to.

She struggles a lot with that because she gets incredibly shy, which you find adorable but also use it as a form of pleasurable turture.

She earns a proud sly smile from you.

"That's my girl..." you groan.

You let go of her tie and snake down your hand. It slides under her panties and strands of the harness and you finally make contact with her throbbing clit, with your other hand still stroking the toy.

She gasps loudly and her breath hitches as she grinds against you rhythmically, losing her shit by the yearned direct touch and the visual stimulation of you still jerking her off.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god" she chants, bucking frantically, desperately, a primal need crushing through her.

You're looking at her with lustful eyes, your hands working on her relentlessly, relishing how she stiffens, the muscles under her crimson shirt tensing as she finally lets go, crying out your name, her release gushing your fingers.

"Fuck, baby" she says in a trembling whine, quivering as she throws her head against your shoulder, panting heavily.

You can feel her skin burning against your shirt. "I didn't wanna be so fast..." She mutters, ashamed.

You can't help to smirk. And your silence gives you away.

You slow down to a stop, she still whimpers in complain, which makes you giggle softly.

The lack of response to her comment gives you away. "You planned this, didn't you?" She grumbles, face still buried against your shoulder.

You laugh softly, clearly amused. You knew this was gonna happen. You wanted to bring her to her limit, to the point where she couldn't take it anymore the moment you touched her.

"Too cute" you whisper, kissing her forehead.

"Fuck you" she groans, "You had fun torturing me?" She clings to you despite her harsh, no-heated words.

"Yes I did" you chuckle, your hands already working on taking off the harness. "You're exaggerating, though. It wasn't that bad..."

"Oh shut up..."

"...And you're a champ at edging, love" you add in a soft, teasing voice.

She pauses and squints at you, her eyes gleamming with the aftershocks of her orgasm and a hint of suspicion.

You smirk warmly. "Foreal" you mutter. And the pride in your voice, the praise, makes the blush on her cheeks creep up to her ears.

Her frown softens as well as her gaze.

"You're a jerk" she murmurs, no heat in her words, just weak restraint remaining.

You let out a breathy chuckle, meek. "Quite literally, huh?" you whisper before meeting her lips tenderly.

[just-some-random-blogger]

cRISTI YOU GET ME SO WELL GOSHHHH

YOURE SO ON POINT WITH CARAXES. HE DOESNT WANT TO BE ABANDONED FR FR although I can argue he's been in the pits for a WHILE so he's not really being abandoned with strangers. I remember when I left my cat in the vet, he looked so sad fr ): also I hope your doggy isn't sick ))): so many cuddles for your doggy. And ur so right both Caraxes and YN will now suffer

THAT BEING SAID I'm so SOOOO happy you see that he's a controlling person!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 BESTIIEEEEEEEE 😩✊ ughhh you just get me, we like dis 🤞. I feel like he's trying though you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's tryinggggg. I'm not tryna defend him because whatever anyone feels about him, esp you (cos you got braincells), is entirely valid, but he's trying 😔🤪😋🤣

OHHH AND ABOUT THE LINE YOU QUOTED!!! Its interesting how it read to you as jealous. I see it!! You're so right. For me when I was writing it though, it was more like an epiphany, like catharsis. Like if you remember the scene where (I believe it was) erryk seeing her have fun in the lake and hes like

Its like that for daemon. He's seeing her as her for the first time WHICH IS KIND OF INSANE THAT IT TOOK HIM THIS LONG LIKE WTF HE LOVES HER N SHIT BUT ONLY NOW HAS HE SEEN BE WHO SHE WOULD BE WITHOUT HER ILLNESS CONTROLLING HER💀💀💀✋✋ crAZYY

AND YEAH YOU'RE SO RIGHT I DO PUT IN THE EFFORT OF MAKING MY FICS REALISTIC WHICH IS WHY I END UP MAKING SUCH SLOWEWWWWWWWWW SLOWWWWWWW SLOWWW SLSOWWWWWW BURN 😭😭😭 CRISTI SAVE ME IM LOW KEY SICK OF THIS FIC I WANT IT TO END MY BRAIN WANTS ME TO RUN TO THE FINISHLINE

He is in love, but he is still Daemon. It's why I feel this line works so well.

THATS WONDERFUL I LOVE THAT FOR ME PLEASEEE KISS ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

HAHAHAHAHH OTTO HAHAAH TRUE HE IS INSECURE AND PETTY. I needed him to instigate some shit because I love him but he's a power hungry man and he lost his hold on his daughter... He is NOT happy. He's just deeeeeeply controlling RINGING ANY BELLS AHAHHAHAH

Like I've said once before Otto and daemon are foils in this, they like dis 🤞. Idk about the whole arc you made for Otto, it seems feasible but i don't really plan on giving him much more backstory but yeah if you wanna think that 👍 purr ur so right and I support you.

And yesss!! We will see a bit of daemon in essos but 🙃 not much cos he better get his ass back to westeros. I literally only put him in essos for one (1) v minor plot reason so he'll be back very soon or else someone dies 🔪

I would love if my girl didn't write to him, it's the petty thing I would do, just to make him stew. She is lovely and kind, so I doubt it, but maybe? Pretty please?

😋😋😋😋😋😋 LIKE I SAID WE LIKE DIS 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞 UNFORTUNATELY I AM MUCH WORSEEEE SO I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I HAVE IN STOREEEE you might hate it tho HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHH I LOVE YOU CRISTI THIS WAS WONDERFUL I DEMAND TO BE KISSED BY YOU ACTUALLY NO I BEGETH THEEE

Tormented Spirit | 19

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, emotional constipation, pregnancy, miscarriage, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: it's been a while, so i'd like to acknowledge this ask, the lovely comments i got from it, and this ask, because they were really sweet and really motivated me to finish this. the chapter feels a bit aimless because its a filler chapter, so i would love to know how you all feel about it. if i find people are not very interested, i might just do the big time skip and end this story, so please consider leaving a comment/reblog | cross posted on ao3

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"Kepus."

Daemon looks over his shoulder, finding Rhaenyra strutting over. Her violet eyes were not on him though, but on the blood wyrm sprawled on his belly yet again. Caraxes recognizes her and huffs smoke through his nostrils when she is upon him.

Rhaenyra knits her brows and prince steps aside, allowing her to pet his mount. "I did not think it was possible for a dragon to appear as such, much less a dragon as high and mighty as Caraxes."

Daemon does not speak. His face remains stoic but Rhaenyra knows better than to believe he is unfeeling. Still, she decides to linger in his silence. She ceases stroking Caraxes when he does.

He turns to her; she looks concerned and sad and it makes his chest tighten. He knows his instant recognition of it is borne from familiarity— familiarity for you emanated such emotions. He mumbles, "do not be so worried."

A line forms between Rhaenyra's brows. Part of her wants to snap at him— of course she would be worried! She wants to thrash her grievances out and tell him he ought to be glad she was worried about Caraxes, about him; it was never something he afforded her, not in the way she would have wanted. Her pride reigns her back from doing anything however.

Daemon witnesses the inner turmoil seeping on her features. Try as she may, she was not a difficult read. It was clear his sentiment was not appreciated. "I don't mean that I don't want you to care."

Rhaenyra opens her mouth, but no words come out, as she was not expecting such a response. Mockery? Something akin to it? Yes. But not that.

Daemon stares at his niece, brows raising at her shocked expression, "I do not want your youth and beauty to be wasted."

She purses her lips. Earnest. Her uncle was earnest. Her lips curve into a soft frown. His wife has made him soft. Her belly bubbles with feeble jealousy.

He shifts in his spot, their arms brushing against each other's as they turn to pitiful Caraxes. He links his hands together, "would you do me a favor, my girl?"

Rhaenyra's nostrils flare faintly. Am I your girl?

"I am to leave soon."

Her brows furrow, "what?"

He shifts again, "I cannot remain merely watching as Caraxes worsens day in and out."

"But I am to be married in three days!" Her lips stiffen, "will you not stay three days for me?"

He raises a brow "what use am I on your wedding day?"

Though he says it plainly, she hears it laced with vitriol, "to support me? To be there for me?!"

Daemon chuckles, genuinely endeared by the sentiment, "you need not your uncle's support on your wedding day."

She does not recognize his endearment. She scoffs, "you've made me come here to ask me for a favor, yet you m-"

"Lykirī," Daemon chortles, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "I did not say I was leaving before your wedding." Calmly.

She stiffens.

He smirks, pulling his hand away, "I was merely explaining, my absence would not be so substantial if I we-"

"What do you want?"

Daemon watches her tap her foot.

"What's the favor?" she motions with an impatient gesture.

He stands still for a moment, building the nerve to say it as plainly as possible. His voice betrays him with a random voice break, "m-y wife." He clenches his jaw. Gods. He can hear his own desperation.

Rhaenyra is offended by his aching, or rather, she wants to be. She was unsurprised that whatever he needed had to do with you, yet, it still went down her belly horribly. "What of her?"

"Last time I left... much of her was lost..."

She frowns in remembrance.

"... much of us."

Her reaction is involuntary. She scoffs and raises her brows, "do you forget, she wrote to you and you never once responded?"

Daemon's jaw sets. He slowly shakes his head, "I do not forget." He turns back to Caraxes, rubbing his side, "I shudder to think my penance is at the peril of my mount."

She stiffens, unexpecting another... earnest response. She nibbles her lip as guilt tightens her chest. Rhaenyra never believed Daemon was heartless, yet to see him so haunted... so vulnerable— "was it not you who said we carve our own destinies?"

He does not look at her. He hums, "and did I not carve out this demise myself?"

She watches him slowly turn.

He purses his lips, waiting for a response.

Rhaenyra shakes her head, "no. It's not like you made both your wife and your dragon sick."

Daemon chuckles and shakes his head, "you are kind to me."

She huffs through her nostrils. She thinks about his words for a moment then suddenly tenses, "wait. Are you telling me she is with child again?"

Daemon stiffens. For a moment, he wants to make her believe it, that his wife has not rejected any and all of his advances, but as he sees her horrified expression, he realizes she must think him villain, that he's had his way with you because he could, because it was easy. He clenches his jaw, "no." He wipes his face, "I simply want someone to look after her upon my leave."

Rhaenyra slowly tilts her head.

"My madness forthcomes if she withers because of my absence," he mutters lowly, turning back to his dragon.

"She is daughter to the Hand," she crosses her arms, "she is well looked after."

He chuckles dryly, "yes, oh I do so trust my wife's well-being with that old cunt." He shoots Rhaenyra a withering glare.

"She is sister to the queen," she raises a brow and crosses her arms, "you'd be wiser to have gone to her. I am outranked."

"And Alicent is far weaker to him than she," he narrows his eyes, "besides, I come to you because it is you I rest my confidence in," he gives her a solemn expression, "and you alone."

For a moment, Rhaenyra is satisfied. She basks in the thought, but it is soon not enough. She takes the opportunity to spur him on, "what of her twin?"

Daemon tenses, "what of her damned twin?"

"I'm sure if you wrote to Ser Gwayne, he—"

"Yes, and I'm sure you know how little my patience is."

"Well," she looks off and shrugs, "if you wish to surely see that you-"

"What do you wish me to say?!"

Rhaenyra pauses.

"Is it my tears you thirst for? Or you want me to beg?"

Her jaw slowly clenches. Perhaps.

"Or do want me to admit you that you were not my first choice, girl?" Daemon tilts his head as he looks upon her.

Her lips part.

"I asked Laenor first for he is her friend," he explains, sparing none of his vexation, "they're the same age, so he to her is like that fucking brother she so fucking deeply misses, Rhaenyra," he seethes, "is that what you wish me to say?"

Her expression hardens.

"You would be glad to know your promised is a loyal thing, Naturally, he agreed, and naturally added that if his princess told him otherwise, he would do otherwise."

Rhaenyra looks away, feeling in the least bit gladdened.

Daemon watches her aimlessly scan the room.

Caraxes rolls over, finally on his feet. He immediately is met by Daemon, who coddles him and sighs when he nuzzles into his chest. He spares Rhaenyra a glance, "doesn't feel good, does it?"

The princess would have flared at the words had her iciness not been shattered by the dragon's frailty. She huffs and rapidly shakes her head, "what do you want me to do?"

Daemon places his palm on the dragon's snout, turning to her as Caraxes leans into him.

"Shall I write letters to you everyday regarding her conditions?"

A line forms between his brows. He places the hand he had on his mount on her shoulder, "let her keep her peace... do not let anyone rob it simply because I cannot safeguard it."

Rhaenyra gazes upon her uncle. Her brows now match his, tightened with a weight of emotions they could not so simply name. She swallows the lump in her throat and lowers her gaze, "ao jorrāelagon zirȳla." You love her.

It was not a question, yet Daemon hums, "bona ñuha ībyr ōdrikagon." That my bones hurt.

She looks up at him, eyes beginning to water, "skoro syt..." Why...

Her uncle captures her chin and brushes it gently.

"Skoro syt gaomas tolvys vestragon naejot henujagon nyke?" Why does everyone seem to leave me?

"Eman daor geptot ao," Daemon shakes his head, "ñuha egros iksis aōhon." I have not left you. My sword is yours.

"Ossēnagon nyke lēda ziry pār," she snaps, pulling away from him. Slay me with it then.

"Rhaenyra-"

"Enough," she raises a hand, "I've heard enough."

He does nothing but clench his jaw.

She scratches her eyes, "rest assured that any who dare deturb your lady-wife's peace, mine own and my husband's dragon shall bedash their corpse."

As quickly as he takes a breath of relief, just as quickly does Rhaenyra walk off. Daemon only watches, though part of him did not want her to leave him so angry.

Daemon remains in the pit, fussing over Caraxes to the keepers, until supper nears. He leaves to join you, luckily spotting you just outside your niece's nursery.

Helaena is in your arms, asleep it seems. You spot him as he approaches, offering him a soft smile, "I'm just going to set her down."

Daemon notices there were flowers in your plaited hair. You were surely in the gardens with Aegon... and by extension your wards, but he trains his focus on your face. He opens the door for you.

"Thank you," you mutter, walking in.

He follows you towards Helaena's cot, watching as you set her down and tuck her in. The locks by your ears spill over your face. As you straighten and push your dark hair back, he wishes that he could have been the one to do so.

You smile at him again, "she nearly stood up today."

Daemon smiles back, eyes trickling down your form. Color has found its way back to you, to your clothes and your face. Today, you wore green, but nothing slimy and greedy like the color of your house. Twas taffeta in a freshly-grown-leaf green, embellished with silver lace that embraced your form. You looked like a woodland nymph, especially with the braided flowers running down your spine. Your eyes were not so sad and your skin was not so grey, though your cheeks remained rather hollow.

"I am eager for the day she speaks," you say as head out, your husband closely tailing you. You link your hands together as you walk side by side down the hall, "she looks always as though she has much to say."

Daemon hums, eyes pinned on your features.

You turn to him.

He smiles softly.

You recognize the exhaustion on his face, even through his current expression, "how fares Caraxes?"

His smile fades. He shakes his head, "there must be something done for him."

You frown when he clenches his jaw. You rub your arm, "is he still unwilling to fly?"

"He's unwilling to do anything save wallow," his nostrils flare.

"Poor thing..." you clench your jaw and rub your arm, "what do you plan to do?"

"I read that there is a gut illness that makes beasts lethargic. Apparently, there is an antidote in an herb that grows by the banks of the river Noyne."

You nod and furrow your brows.

"I will set to Norvos to procure them in three days, immediately after Rhaenyra and Laenor are wed."

You stop in your tracks.

Daemon does the same, only to take a step towards you.

"Oh... I..."

"Travel to Essos would take two moons, if luck finds me," he speaks carefully, "I will not take a second longer than I must."

Your lips part.

"I would take you with me," he reaches for your hand, "but I am to travel by sea and I fear too greatly your health will worsen on the way."

His hand is burning hot against yours. Goosebumps prick over your arms as he rubs your skin.

Daemon's heart drops when you lower your head. He gulps and bends down, desperate to see your face. It gashes him when you turn away.

"Kostilus," he mutters, "gaoman daor jaelagon naejot ojughagon ñuha zaldrīzes." Please, I do not wish to lose my dragon.

Your eyes are glassy as you look back at him. You shake your head, "you need not explain... nor do you need my permission," you sigh, "I will not beg you to stay."

He clenches his teeth hard enough that it hurts him.

You take a deep breath and rest your free hand atop his, "pepper balm, is it not?"

Daemon straightens up.

"The herb in river Noyne?"

"I-" he nods, "yes. Ysartia. Pepper balm."

You nod, "it is a ghastly bitter herb. I do not know if Caraxes will down it. I barely could, even with milk and honey."

He knits his brows, "you've had pepper balm?"

"I've had possibly every herb you can think of, Daemon," you mutter.

This only makes his brows further tighten.

For a moment, you lower your gaze in thought, then you decide to continue walking, "Delacius."

Daemon follows you, eager to keep holding you.

"He was the man my father hired whenever he needed something from Essos. He had a silver beard and a cut on his right eyebrow. He was massive, terrifyingly so, and had runes on his arms," you shake your head, "I met him only a few times, but he was someone you could not forget."

He is immediately enthralled. Your stories were normally told to all else but him. He is raring to hear this.

"He either smelled of sweat and sun... or barley, and gave me pressed flowers from his travels," you knit your brows, "... he was uncharacteristically gentle, considering my father told me he was a sellsword with a bounty on his head."

"Why did your father hire a sellsword to procure pepper balm?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "to cure me, Daemon," you roll your eyes, "hopefully."

The prince looks forward, "I did not know of this herb's existence until a week ago. None of the maesters nor dragon keepers seem to know it either."

He looks back at you when you squeeze his hand.

You offer him a gentle smile, "the oldest memory in my mind is that of my father leaving Oldtown to go to Highgarden. It did not know it, nor did I understand why. He had not been out longer than a day since we were born, neither had he ever gone without bidding me and my brother farewell. He had bid Gwayne, but I had slept in longer, and just missed him.

"I remember seeing his horse. I remember him seeing me run out to the yard. My nursemaid caught me and pulled me back, and father spared me but a glance upon his horse before trotting off," you shudder as the memory plays in your head, "I do not know why I thought he was leaving because me, but it was believed. It was the first time my heart tightened and my body trembled in anguish. I was bedridden when he returned, and he did not leave the chair beside me until I was strong enough to rouse.

"Since then, I have only gotten worse. The maesters first said my illness was simply borne from the fear of separation, of losing my father, my loved ones. It proved to be true, because whenever he left, I would get sick. Then my mother died, and heart began to give in if I ran too hard, or worried too much. My father allowed me to do less and less and procured more and more medicine," you purse your lips, "including pepper balm."

Daemon does not like the chuckle that leaves you.

"Clearly, none of them worked."

"Well, pepper balm is for the gut, not the heart," Daemon mumbles.

You shrug, turning away, "what cures the heart, I wonder."

He frowns at your expression and squeezes your hand.

You turn back to him.

"Love has brought color back to your face."

You chuckle and rub your tightening chest, "love is what drained it to begin with."

He looks away and hangs his head. He tenses when you pull away, but does not try to stop you.

Dinner is more frigid than usual for you were all of you cursed by the presence of the Lord Hand. Normally, attendance was reserved for four: you, Daemon, Alicent, and Aegon. Yes, there was the occasional ward, sometimes two, but even that he could stomach. There was something so putrid about the atmosphere because of this sour cunt, and Daemon knew it was not only him who thought so.

The only sounds in the room were of the cutlery and Aegon's babbling. Sometimes you or Alicent would respond to the boy, but it was silent otherwise. There was no reason for conversation to flow for you had not spoken to your father since Daemon's altercation with him in the hallway. And your sister was never particularly chatty in this time of day.

That all changes when—

"I have reassigned your wards," Otto mentions casually.

Everyone, save Aegon, turns to the old man. He, in turn, turns to Daemon, face blank, yet appearing as though he was looking for a challenge. The prince merely chuckles under his breath.

Your face, however, falls, "what?"

The Lord Hand takes a scoop of peas and chews it rather slowly

Daemon clenches his fist and slowly turns to you. You had been smiling at your nephew just a moment ago and now you were tense. He clears his throat and adjusts Dark Sister, which was leaned on the side of his chair.

Otto notices it. His lips curve as he swallows. He pats his mouth with a table napkin, then turns to you, "you have no use of them now that your husband is an ever ready presence."

Daemon chuckles, louder this time.

Your father's eyes flicker to him. He tilts his head, "do you disagree?"

You and Alicent tense as you look between the two glaring at each other.

"Mummy," Aegon points a chubby finger, "gravy please."

Alicent turns to the boy and pours some gravy on his potatoes.

Otto continues, "I don't recall you were ever fond of them anyw-"

"AH! MoOooOre!"

"No, Aegon," Alicent pushes his hands back when he tries to snag the gravy, "it's not a soup, you shouldn't put-"

"PLEASE!" he whines.

"-I don't recall you were ever fond of the Cargyll brothers," Otto finishes, eyes turning from his grandson to Daemon.

Daemon shrugs.

You frown, "where did you reassign them?"

"Back to their usual rotation," Otto turns to his plate and cuts some meat, "don't worry. You will not be seeing much of them, as they have much to attend to, considering the upcoming wedding."

"Āzma hen iā orvorta, glaesagon hae iā orvorta," Daemon says, making you turn to him. Born from a cunt, lives as a cunt.

"Orvorta." Aegon repeats. Cunt.

You gasp, "Aegon."

Daemon laughs, "kessa, ñuha valītsos. Aōha kepāzma iksis iā orvorta." Yes, my boy. Your (maternal) grandfather is a cunt.

"Gaomagon daor bodmagho se valītsos kōz ēngos," you grab Daemon's arm, making him laugh louder as he turns to you. Do not teach the boy evil tongue.

"Orvorta iksis daor kōz," Daemon chuckes, "mērī zirȳla... aōhon iksis gevie." Cunt is not evil. Only him… yours is beautiful.

You make a face and slap his arm.

Daemon snorts through his nostrils.

Otto attempts to get a word in again, but Aegon nearly jumps off his chair after deciding he was finished with his meal, stealing everyone's attention with him as he nearly crashes to the ground.

Alicent is forced to end her meal, and you do the same, not having much of an appetite anyway. You stand with your sister, and Daemon stands with you. He unabashedly eyes your father, silently warning him not to follow. Soon Otto is left in the room alone.

"Do not worry," Daemon tells you once you've parted with Alicent and Aegon in the hall.

You turn to his face and then to his hand when he takes your arm.

"You will keep your wards."

You take a sharp breath.

"I will not let him torment you with this," he shakes his head, "I cannot stand them, but I will not leave you lonelier because of mine own feelings."

Your lips wobble at his words.

Daemon frowns at it, heart aching at the slightest look of worry upon you, "I will speak to my brother about this, and if need be, I will speak to them myself."

Your forehead curls.

Daemon reaches for your hand, "do not worry. I will not cause commoti-"

You kiss his cheek, stealing his words and his breath at once.

He is gobsmacked when you pull away, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Thank you," you whisper.

Daemon feels his cheek tingle. He cannot help himself and touches the area which you laid your affection.

For a moment, it amuses you, but then his intense shock begins to make you wonder if you had overstepped... after all, you were never so physically affectionate. You only kissed when you laid together, and even then, it was hardly ever tender.

You shake your head and decide not to address it, "I... we should go to bed."

Daemon rubs his cheek, "... yes... t-to sleep..."

You feel your face flush and shake your head faster. You mutter, "yes, of course, what else for?"

Perhaps Daemon should be grateful that Otto was a scheming cunt. Things changed between you because of that dinner, because of that kiss. A barrier had been broken, a wall torn. You were no longer so distant. In times where he itched to reach for you, he would be shocked to have you touch him first.

You had invited him to do mundane tasks you normally accomplished on your own, like choosing the dress you were to wear for the day. You were no longer on such high guard.

And now, as music played in the great hall, as lords and ladies danced in celebration of the union of Rhaenyra and Laenor, you danced amidst it all and he could see you glistening. He saw you in a light he had not seen, or rather, he had been blind to.

You laughed, you frolicked, you danced, you lived— you were living. You were a shining, beauteous lady. You were you. This is who you were without the debilitating melancholy, without the cumbersome illness, without the suffocating father... without the sordid husband.

He watched upon the his seat on the banquet table how you grinned when it was your turn to spin around with Laenor. The sound of your laughter was set apart, as was the rest of you. You glimmered in your dress as you acted out the steps. Your face was not weighed so heavily by inhibitions. This was how you really looked. Daemon had never known it till now. He could not hide his awe.

Laenor notices and mutters as he twirls with you, "you should ask him to dance."

You look at him, smile morphing from glee to confusion, "who?"

"Who do you think?" he laughs, tilting his head to the side, bringing your attention there.

You look and see your husband, gaze locked upon you with the gentle smile. You stop dancing because of it, taken off-guard by the expression you had never seen before. You didn't think it was possible for him to look this way, to look at you this way. He looked fond, not lustful or hungry... dare it be love?

Laenor takes your arm, pulling you back into reality. When you finish the dance and applaud, you turn your back to Daemon, who was still staring at you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he stands and walks over. You are frozen in your spot.

Daemon tilts his head back and drinks in your form. He reaches a hand, "ñuha dārilaros." My princess.

You take his hand.

"Bisa siñagon ao," he rubs your knuckles with his thumb, "iksan biare naejot ūndegon ziry." This becomes you. I am glad to see it.

He pulls you into him and you hear your pulse thumping in your ears. His hand comes to the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. The other comes to the small of you back, where he presses you flush against his.

Your breathing begins to shorten.

His lips barely move as he mutters, "lilagon lēda nyke?" Dance with me?

Your lips part but you can only nod.

Daemon pulls away but takes your hand. He leads you out of the room.

Rhaenyra watches you both leave the celebration early.

"I... did I misunderstand? Did you not ask me to dance?" you mutter as both pace down the western hall.

Daemon turns to you, squeezing your hand, "I did."

You stare at him for a moment, hoping that he'd explain.

He merely smiles at you.

You only realize he had taken you to the gardens when you arrive. It is a dark, moonless night, but you could still see his soft expression.

He brings you towards the fountain then takes both your hands.

You look up at him as he steps forward. He places your hands on his shoulders before brushing his own down your waist. You hold your breath when he brushes his nose against your temple, leaning into you. He begins to sway and you slowly follow suit. You sway with him, and only then do you bring yourself to relax. When you do, you take in his scent and relish his warmth.

"I will miss you greatly in my travel."

You tense and turn to him.

Daemon's eyes lock with yours. He tucks your brown hair behind your ear.

"The thought does not comfort me."

His brows furrow, "I... only meant to tell you."

Your eyes rove over his features. You notice the corner of his lips begin to droop, "why?"

"... why?" he repeats, almost questioning you. His brows furrow further, "I... I wish to be known..." he takes one of your hands from upon his shoulder, "like you know Laenor."

You watch him move your hand to his chest.

"Or Gwayne," he whisper softly, "or..."

You turn to him, brow quirking at his lowered gaze, "Alicent?"

"Mmm," he turns back to you, voice growing quieter, "yes... though I was going to say... ... your wards."

You laugh at his whisper.

Daemon thrives at the sound.

"My father is right," you shake your head, "I have not spent much time with them for you have kept my company..." you take a breath, "I admit, it has been a while since I've spoken to them."

"Well... that will change as I must leave your company again," he mutters.

"You can still keep me company even if you are not here," you bring a hand to his cheek.

He stiffens, throat tightening at your touch, at your words.

You feel your pulse begin to quicken as you open your mouth, "you... you could write to me."

Daemon involuntarily shakes his head, "I..." he grips the sides of your waist, "I would go mad not to receive word back from you."

You knit your brows and tilt your head, "do you assume I would ignore you?"

He pulls his head back. His lips part, "I-" he gulps, "it would be fair."

You take your turn to shake your head, "why would it be fair?"

"I... I hurt you."

"And hurting you in return will be a balm to me?" you brush his jaw.

"I-" his breath hitches, "it would be fair... to you."

"Fair..." you sigh, clutching his cheeks, "nary equates to right."

He is unable to keep your gaze. He chuckles under his breath as he looks off, "no one alive deserves your kindness."

"Deserve it then."

Daemons eyes flicker back to yours.

"Do not make me into you," you whisper, "be a little more like me."

You both stop swaying.

"Know me... like Viserys or Rhaenyra."

Daemon squeezes your side, "my love-"

Your belly rolls at the term.

"- we would not survive King's Landing if I let kindness cloud my judgment."

You sigh and shrug, "perhaps spare a bit of kindness for me?"

He deflates and rests his head upon yours. He embraces you tightly, "I swear to you, I try," he rubs your back. His body tingles when you return his embrace and rest your head on his shoulder. "You must understand I find it would be kind to behead your father."

You cannot help the chuckle that leaves you.

"I will not, for I know you find no kindness in it-"

"I do not."

"-but... it is truly kindness in my eyes."

You sigh, "then perhaps you must understand that I find it would be kind of me never to admit how your leave inspires my jealousy."

He stiffens and pulls away.

You chuckle bitterly as you see the looks of him, "I am sick... yet you would not stay for me."

Daemon opens his mouth, "I... I found no one who would go to Norvos."

You nod as your vision blurs with tears, "I kno-"

"I swear to you, if I could, I would bring you wi-"

"I know," you press your hand to his lips. You find yourself chuckling again but this time, tears stream down your face, "I will not stop you." You shake your head, "I should not have said it. It is not in my interest that you lose Caraxes."

Daemon grows teary eyed, "neither is it mine."

You nod and smoothen out his top.

"... shall... shall you see me off?"

You lower your head and disagree, "I would much rather not."

He squeezes your hand, "I understand."

The docks are surprisingly busy when he gets there. His things had been loaded beforehand, all that's left for him is to board.

"Why did you do it?"

Daemon stops and turns around.

Otto stands there in a dark, hooded cloak, "why did you reinstate her wards?"

He is immediately riled up, "what?"

"I was doing you a favor."

He chuckles dryly, "well, do me another and drown." The prince turns and makes towards the ship waiting for him.

"My daughter is a feeble woman," says the Hand, watching him walk away, "but she is a woman no less."

This makes him stop in his tracks. Daemon slowly looks over his shoulder, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think it means?"

Daemon is freezes. The sound of a ship rocking with its anchor sounds with the wind. The next second, the prince turns on his heels and storms towards Otto.

The Hand is completely still as the prince yanks him by the collar. Daemon seethes, "you would poison me with ideas to the detriment of your daugh-"

"I tell you because I wish to save her," Otto quips, "this is your consequence; it was you who has poisoned her, made her strong-willed and disobedient. She was never meant for you. She would be happily living in Oldtown had you not been less of a weaselin-"

"Careful!" Daemon barks as he shakes him, "I have my hands on your neck."

"Kill me at your peril," Otto scoffs, "your satisfaction will be shorter than mine own once I meet the grave."

Daemon shoves him back and Otto skids on the dirt, nearly toppling over.

"Remember it was you who brought Arryk and Erryk back into her company," the old man dusts off his cloak as his nostrils flare.

"And remember it was I who took who your daughter's maidenhead and nearly slayed your son during a tourney."

With this, the prince storms towards his ship and the lord feels bile rise up his throat.

[heroicn0nsense]

I guess I'm about to get real vulnerable on main here, but I saw some kinda "BookTok" disk horse cross my BlueSky feed, and it's got me thinking in a way I really can only discuss without a character limit. But it feels kind of relative to an over all trans creative experience. Maybe more specifically for us masc people, but. You know. Maybe the threads are different but the weave a similar picture. Anyway, this is kinda what my tumblr blog has become, and so here goes. Please note I also use 'queer' as an all encompassing term, as to me it is the most inclusive word I can use despite its dubious origins and history. Sorry if that upsets anyone.

The funniest thing about this whole conversation popping up was the fact that I had just been lamenting about finding the concept of 'romantasy' fun but what I'd give to find or read something with a transmasc protagonist paired with an opposite partner of any gender. Something my masc bisexual ass would love to see. Mostly because I see and support so many ones that are sapphic in nature, but hardly see any masculine. Maybe I'm not looking in the right places but Anyway. Just so happened that in the next hour I saw what I was looking for cross my Bsky feed, but with the author show casing the really nasty and negative comments he received on his concept. things like but not limited to:

"of course the transmasc character is a twink bottom" "just a girl who got a mastectomy" And other just Internalized Misogyny and Heteronormative things that affect a good portion of us transmasculine guys.

And idk, man it really struck a nerve with me.

If only because first and foremost, the author is writing something he wanted to see. Filling a niche and void he wanted to see realized, and like so many other authors' works, in a way that feels personal to him. And to attack it in such a way was pretty vile.

Queer stories and creations in of themselves are personal stories, because we write from our own experiences, and put them in our original works whether subtly or not so subtly. It's there, and you can't separate the queer experience from a queer work because by its very nature its queer. But also like, that experience isn't the same for everyone. And we shouldn't expect it to be. So, no, not every work is going to be what you want or associate with. But we should be uplifting all of it so that someone with an idea or concept that does speak to you will have the confidence to bring it to the table. And yeah. Unfortunately, that sometimes means that cliches are gonna happen. That twink ass transmasc might end up being a bottom 75% of the time.

But it also like, led me to associate my own struggle of accepting my own body and transness and some of my own preferences in the bedroom.

I'm not saying that all writers, artists, or creators are using their method of making art to explore their own hang ups with their gender and bodies, navigating this absolutely messy and strange world of norms and expectations while simultaneously seeming to want to turn them on their head. Gender is complex. Being trans is complex. And it gets weird, and sometimes we need outlets to work our way through it.

But also, most of us transmasc people have vaginas. It's just a fact of life. We've got a big ol' gaping axe wound of an organ sitting between our legs and for a lot of us, it still feels good to stick something in it, and we shouldn't be ashamed of that at all. And hell, a lot of us are short, considering our genetics are wired that way and no amount of HRT is going to change the fact some of us aren't going to get past 5'5". But sometimes, especially with what is expected to be masculine by gender norms, and the physical form of a cis male body, it can sometimes be really hard to reconcile that.

I know it was for me. To the point where I often struggled with my sexuality and my relationship with intimacy about it for a long time.

I made my character Akihiro while I was, and still am parsing through a lot of my own dysphoric issues, and paving my own way to acceptance. And that's made him a deeply personal character to me. And he has grown and changed as I project a lot of those issues on to him and his development. Akihiro has been an exploration of myself as much as he is an an original character that I role play. But not so much in the ways of personality, but more in the ways of the challenges with which he is presented and has to navigate himself.

Akihiro is a trans man in a world that is accepting of it. Society has progressed past these petty and arbitrary standards. But he becomes a cyborg at a time where the question is instead what it means to be human, and so...The aspect of depersonalization, dysphoria, and depersonalization he experiences at the hands of transhumanism is not so different than what I have and do experience in my own transition.

Akihiro wasn't always trans. That was honestly a pretty recent development and one that I did struggle with making. And I realized I was struggling with it because of those same dysphoric issues. And I just needed to let them go.

It was reflected in another recent development; the way that I had Akihiro handle his genitals when he was presented with the option to upgrade from none to a functioning set. And he chose to go with what he had been born with, the genitals he had when his body was mangled. He went with a vagina. Because he wanted to embrace the body he had taken for granted before he lost it, and not some idealized version of himself he could have obtained at any point prior.

And yeah. He 'bottoms' the majority of the time for his boyfriend because he enjoys it. But it doesn't stop him from topping him either, nor enjoying that. Nor had it stopped him previously from being intimate with other men and women. And that's his preference as a character.

And who are we to say it wasn't the same for this author? Where he is putting his feelings and acceptance of his own body and desires onto paper? And that is being met with such vitriol because it's not someone else's idea of what is masculine, or whatever. I don't know. Maybe they weren't. Maybe they did just wanna write some twink ass boy getting dicked down and like, that's fine too. Why do we have to be so mad about that?

And maybe this was just a lot of words to say that I think we get so wrapped up in words and labels for things that it completely erases the nuances of our own experiences and it turns right back around to being so queerphobic and limiting. And we don't give ourselves, much less other people, the grace to create the things they want to, and from a place of their own experience and desire. It's harmful.

[ofeliaxoxo]

post divorce-charlos is alive. if you have more written give it to us plssss i am obsessed with your take on them ❤️

thank you im glad you like it xxx

I have another longer story set in my never got that ferrari universe. but i also for some reason feel weird continuing to write them. im v attached to them but maybe its time to let it be ... idk i will put a snippet here and if anyone still Cares Them i might continue to work on it and post it eventually

They went for lunch with Charles’s family after he told them. Everyone was on their absolute best behaviour. It was stressful at the start but it’s a happy memory. Carlos was perfect, seemed so at ease that everyone else loosened up. He acted like he was just Charles’s nice boyfriend so well that no one got too weird about the fact that his nice boyfriend is Carlos Sainz. On the way home he told Charles that he felt like he’d just sweat through all sixty-two laps of Singapore, actually took a shower when they got back to the apartment.

Now when they meet it’s fine. His mother likes Carlos. They drink coffee together. She showed him pictures of Charles when he was younger, blonde and small in that other childhood world. It’s - he wishes - 

Imagine Reyes, turning to Charles, blue-blooded, brisk. So Charles, you family-corrupting bastard, here is my son at four. Anyway, he’s seen what Carlos looked like as a child because it was filmed for TV. 

The guys, too, have gotten used to it. Arthur makes fun of him all the time, cooing and going awww, do you miss your boyfriend everytime he mentions Carlos by name. 

“That’s homophobic,” Charles told him solemnly one time to see if he’d believe it and stop but Arthur scoffed instead, “shut up man, I know way more about homophobia than you.”

[quintessenceofdust88]

I agree with you that the next episode is kinda crowded with Bobbys mom and Buck trying to make new friends. If I had to bet, Tommy is not in 8x11. I think what got them BoBs in a fit is something to do with the conversation Buck has with Maddie. I think he will either tell her that he loves Tommy or he will say something else that will massivly damage the "Buddie is around the corner" delusion.

I think you're right nonnie and, maybe controversial opinion, but the stills and M4x baiting didn't change my mind. I still think the journos are fucking with us just because.

I might be wrong, but idk, right now (especially after that baity 'you never know who you might bump into' from M4x) I really don't think Tommy's in the ep

But *if* the EP works in burying their delulu, good enough for me 🙂‍↕️

(omg I just got home from work and answered this ask and at first I said I didn't think Buck would be in the episode lol just fixed it! Sorry if anyone read it and was confused 🤭)

[starlightwoofwoof]

sooooo i had a little idea in the middle of class teehee

what if there was a scenario in which Toodles got akumatized, and whatever it was about her villain form's powers made her just too much for Luckylady to handle, so because Rodger obviously wants his daughter to go back to normal, Luckylady enlists his help with the Fox Miraculous :)

i know you had that one little art piece a while ago, but it would make sense to a degree for Rodger to have the Fox Miraculous because he's a detective and his whole thing kind of is figuring out secrets, and the Fox Miraculous creates illusions, so it makes a neat contrast

and because the appearance of the Miraculous suit is dependent on what the wielder desires, then Rodger doesn't necessarily need to have an orange suit, he could will it to be black/dark gray instead! call him Silver Fox (another name for black foxes and also a term for older men. haha rodger is an old fart) and bada bing bada boom Akuma!Toodles is defeated yippee!!!!

idk just wanted to yap about this random idea i had

ALSO QUESTION.

since Shelly is an adult, would she have access to the full extent of the Miraculous's powers???? like multiple uses of the Lucky Charm type dealio. or have you retconned that for convenience sake

god I need to start answering my asks this was from like 11 days ago- ANYWAY

I actually love the idea of Lucky Lady giving other Miraculouses to the toons so that they could help- not sure about the whole timeline in the cartoon but ye-

honestly you’re right about the whole suit thing, I like the idea of Silver Fox :] (makes sense for the fox miraculous because, y’know, the whole camouflage thing it has going on, idk what that was about but ye)

also I haven’t even really thought about the whole power thing honestly- but I think I might still keep the time limit becaaaaauuuuussssseeeeee ✨ stakes ✨ (idk how that would work with Allureium lol)

………. this whole thing made me think of something btw

[ghost-doodles]

arcane!! on ice pt. 3

Episode 3 

As they continue to train Heimerdinger is trying to work with Ekko to get him to his best potential since his skills are evident but his experience isn’t 

He realizes that he might not have put the correct coaching method with Jayce so he is trying to not do bad with Ekko

Ekko is trying to work on putting more emotion into his piece and realizes he isn’t to scared about the change from junior to senior division but is a bit sad that there is a chance that everything might change with Jayce leaving

He knows what its like to be lonely and lose people and while he might understand how precious the memories could be he still doesn’t like change 

Again just standard Ekko and Heimerdinger shenanigans and teaching moments and the occasional taunt from Ekko to Jayce  

at some point Jayce has a pork cutlet bowl level realization about his program which helps him get better

what that revelation is idk but don't worry its just as stupid but adorable as yuuri's was

because i don't know nor do i exactly feel like working it out idk how it changes his whole program right now

Actually I do have an idea that I might work out a bit more later but this is where the “crank it” joke is going to go

Viktor notices Jayce is struggling with slower but technical step sequences so decides to change it to be a bit more simple but powerful and fast

Hence the crank it joke 

Also allows Jayce to show more emotion and confidence 

Viktor wanting to help Jayce with confidence shows him a bunch of his costumes and ask which was Jayce’s favorite (shows him like on his phone he didn’t pull the bullshit victor did with shipping fucking 60 boxes to Japan)

confused but learning its not always worth it to try and question Viktor’s actions Jayce picks one

Viktor then has it sent to the person who makes his costume to have it reworked to match Jayce’s frame and program

day of the competition (well before though, they haven’t actually gone to the rink yet) Jayce is so nervous that right there and then he thinks he might just walk away

while contemplating Viktor comes up behind him and we get the "am i interrupting something" scene sorta

Viktor also managed to find one of Jayces notebook with ideas of routines, music, and skating elements and is impressed by his work and ideas

and it shows as much by him explaining to Jayce that he is a remarkable skater and the world will know it if he just chooses to skate how he wants to

This gives Jayce a bit more confidence to finally get dressed and go get ready for the competition    

Ekko's costume is an old rendition of one of Viktor’s costumes as-well but with a few tweaks in order to make it fit his program a bit more 

its actually inspired by the costume Viktor wore when he first won the Grand Prix Finales

while ekko is also a fan of viktor's more so he is trying to emulate his career of getting good from a young age

Ekko goes first and his program is supposed to be a slower but powerful piece to help him work on his tempo and to show he has the capability to portray emotions well

initially his program is going well but towards the halfway point he get mad about everything that is happening and starts to speed through prematurely 

while he did well overall landing his quads and spins but he knew he wasn’t going to win if Jayce could get his shit together 

and guess what… Jayce got his shit together… hurray  

like Yuuri he didn’t quite land his quad but he did do well and with the improved step sequence he was able to really get into the program which was what Viktor wanted any way

Yes the whistle did happen bc Viktor is a little shit 

Honestly not much on a technical scale change much between the prior season and this one but everyone was able to tell that there was a difference

Mel was definitely happy with the outcome of the competition and was curious to see how well this duo was going to be for her and the rink

Heimerdinger ends up apologizing to Jayce while also saying how proud he is of him and then both him and Ekko leave back to London (Ekko already left the venue Yuri style)

After everyone had left and cleared out and the rink has closed Jayce decided to go back and just freely skate for the night 

He likes doing as much because the top of this rink has window panes so with limited lights it gives this blue lighting while shining off the specks in the air making it seem like he’s skating amongst the stars 

Yes this will be a reference to the floating scene kinda 

As he’s just messing around he hears another set of skates enter the rink and is flabbergasted that Viktor is skating up to him slowly 

Viktor is smart enough to not go doing anything crazy (but he’s still fucking stupid please do not go on skates unless your fully healed and healthy)

Jayce of course gets worried but Viktor waves him off saying he will be fine before showing him an article on is phone

Its about Jayce and how impressed everyone is with him, and even with the step out on his quad everyone is excited to see more of the “Golden boy of Spain”

As he is reading the article he feels something else press into his other hand and sees its a small gear

Viktor explains that it was his good luck charm and that he wants Jayce to have it even though he believes Jayce doesn’t need it at all

This is all being said with a fond look on his face as well

This causes Jayce to start to giggle cause it seems like the first proof of the remarkableness of his skating career, and it just the fact that its also being done with Viktor 

Viktor hearing Jayce giggle causes him to laugh as well and all in all its just a good night 

Arcane on Ice AU: (Prev/Next)

[batboyblog]

I haven’t been able to find a really good breakdown anywhere, but do you know who the current swing votes on the Supreme Court are?

I want to be clear there is not really a "swing vote" any more on the Supreme Court.

For many many years the court had Justices who tried to hold center ground on the Court, both Justice Potter Stewart (1958-1981) and his replacement on the court Sandra Day O'Connor (1981-2006) had a standard of "what does the average American feel" as for what was "reasonable" in a legal sense (O'Connor was more conservative than Stewart)

after O'Connor left the court the role of "swing" went to Justice Anthony Kennedy (1988-2018), but I think it would be more accurate and appropriate to say Kennedy was a liberal-Conservative, on some matters, like gun rights he was conservative, on some issues, like gay rights very liberal, on abortion you might say he was for as many restrictions as possible while still keeping it technically allowed.

Since his retirement in 2018 there are no real swings any more.

Chief Justice John Roberts is the most moderate of the Conservative majority, and has made clear he takes the responsibilities of being head of a co-equal branch of government, the Judiciary, seriously so at times has been more skeptical of Trump's claims of power, and at times as tried to rule, like Stewart and O'Connor where the majority of Americans are. But he is a conservative who voted against gay marriage, against the voting rights act (evil ass shit) and authored the Trump absolute immunity ruling

Other than Roberts there's Justice Neil Gorsuch, he's over all more conservative on a lot of issues than Roberts, but also has some weird idiosyncratic views on stuff which means he's for example super liberal on Native American tribal rights which saw him as the deciding vote on a lot of 5-4 rulings (before the death and replacement of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg in late 2020) in favor of tribes, for example the case that ruled that most of Oklahoma over to the five tribes (later in 2022 with a more conservative make up the court pulled back and Gorsuch was rip shit) he's been kinda all over the place on LGBT rights, he authored the court's ruling on Bostock which declared the Civil Rights Act of 1964 covers LGBT people protecting them from work place discrimination, but he's joined with the two most conservative justices a bunch of times in 3-6 rulings whenever anyone says something about their religious believes allowing them to discriminate.

Finally there's Justice Amy Coney Barrett, who's only been on the court since late 2020, so her record is the least expansive of the Conservative Justices (and she'd only been a Judge since 2017) court watchers have been saying she's drifting away from the conservative block and becoming more independent and swing. I think it's a little early to say for sure. She did vote to overturn Roe which likely will be her legacy on the Court. But she did offer a much more narrow idea of Presidential immunity in her option than the other conservatives (since there were 5 of them it didn't matter what she thought)

Even Justice Kavanaugh has at times broken liberal, such as a voting rights case in North Carolina where he sided with Roberts and the liberals.

So basically Justices Clarence Thomas, and Samuel Alito, are literally ALWAYS bad news, you see a ruling has been written by them, it'll suck and be horrible. Chief Justice Roberts is a conservative but is most likely to side with the Court's 3 liberals, Justices Sonia Sotomayor, Elena Kagan, and Ketanji Brown Jackson, but that's just 4 votes, on different issues there are possibilities that Justices Gorsuch or Barrett, or even Kavanaugh might side with them, but I wouldn't generally bet on that happening, idk if Gorsuch with his quirks or Barrett with her maybe growing independence is the more likely "swing" vote.

[hymless]

So after days of testing, I have finally figured out what was causing the lag issue with my choker conversions…

After uninstalling, reinstalling & many other suggestions that I greatly appreciate still… it was the vertex paint color. Idk where I got the number that I used from. It obviously breaks the cc now in my game so I will be updating it to the CORRECT color. (007F00) & will be uploading the ‘working’ versions soon. (Ik a lot of you have said it hadn’t been affected so idk) It obviously affected my gameplay to need to be fixed. (Even after removing sliders & presets) But you never know. They may work better or not FOR YOU with this updated code. It’s your choice to see. I’ll probably keep the old versions In my vault folder incase of things that might happen. (Idk)

Which also leads to say I will probably open my new also FREE Patreon page that will ONLY contain Male Frame conversions. For those that ONLY want those or want to be updated about new stuff I convert without my Tumblr account nonsense as well.

I don’t like the conversions on MY CREATED CC page. I do not want others that aren’t there for conversions to have to see me only upload conversions if that’s what I decide to do. I also do not want to keep updating one post to include every conversion I do. I rather make a new post so that you 🫵🏻, will get notified that there’s new things to put on your pretty sims. (It also gives me a reason to upload that butterfly dress finally)

I don’t like Mega/Mediafire/Google Drive/CF to want to have a second upload area on those sites. All conversions will still have SFS link but a second one is needed.

End Note:

I will be updating all necklace conversions soon. It’ll be on a new free Patreon, as well as all future Male Frame conversions.

IT’S WHAT I’VE DECIDED. I’M SORRY IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT.

[sparrow-and-seed-scrawls]

Idk if your still taking writing prompts so have this maybe hero x villain prompt that won't leave my mind

"The flowers bloomed from your corpse will be far more beautiful than you ever could"

"And that's okay"

The detective stared at her from across the table, eyes dragging across her face so slowly time might as well have stopped.

He was incredibly good at his job, she could give him that.

Every movement he made was calculated. Hands clasped neatly on the table. Posture straight. Head tilted just slightly, to make him seem trustworthy. His burgundy hair fell over his shoulder in a mess of waves and tangles.

Perhaps, if she wasn't so familiar with him, she could've had the luxury of falling for the facade.

Perhaps he would've believed it would work on her. He was playing the part for the cameras, for the officials watching behind a screen. It wasn't him. He would have threatened her, blackmailed her, pulled ice out of nothing and dropped the temperature by 60 degrees.

The only sign he had skills at all was the frost beneath his hands swirling intricate patterns on the metal. Practically invisible to the cameras, but a sharp reminder for her.

He was well aware of how weakened they'd left her. Stripped her of her skills, left her with nothing. He would win a battle with barely a flick of the wrist.

"You are aware of your rights, and of what consequences come with pleading innocent."

Not a question.

"Yes."

"You are accused of violating new nation law, acting without the supervision of a nation official, using skills without registering in the national database, evading arrest, and breach of the peace during arrest, in which it was witnessed that you argued with an official."

Her lips thinned. She'd evaded arrest from him, argued with him. He'd switched so fast, she'd hardly had time to react. He was the villain for a moment, and then the officials arrived, and he was the government worker. Speaking like he'd simply 'stumbled upon her', and 'how did this one get past the database?'

"Because of your status as a former-skilled, you are not granted rights to an attorney," he continued. "Two officials witnessed your actions. How do you plead?"

The frost was creeping up the wall now, beneath the camera. Out of sight of the officials.

"Innocent." She kept his gaze, almost a dare. If he started a fight here, he would go down with her.

He raised his eyebrows, a quick thing. Nice try. Then the look was gone, and he was the detective once more. "A pity."

Frost climbed higher.

"You will be sentenced to death, and your fate will not be publicized. Your existence will be wiped from all databases, your home burned. You are a felon."

Something crackled. Her gaze snapped up.

The frost was choking the camera, pulling it from the wall and severing the live picture.

It dropped, still smoking.

"What--"

"You are stupid." He flicked his wrist, and the frost dissolved to steam. "You did all this, and for what? An adrenaline rush?'

"It's my job."

He scoffed. "Perhaps fifteen years ago, it was. It's no longer legal, nor mandated. You did it because you're egotistical. You're so incredibly full of yourself."

"What a hypocritical statement," she snapped. "You're living two lives! Killing people who don't agree with the laws that you actively break! How do you rationalize that?"

"I don't," he said impassively.

"I will laugh when they find out who you are." She could barely breathe, the words coming so quickly, so angrily. "The flowers will weep tears of joy so potent even the hemlock will turn sweet."

He leveled her with a look. "The flowers bloomed from your corpse will be far more beautiful than you ever were."

"Good."

The door slid open and half a dozen officials poured in. Demanding answers, helping him from the chair, checking to make sure he wasn't injured.

He adjusted his face, his posture. "I don't know what happened. She was so angry when I told her the sentencing. Perhaps her skills weren't taken correctly. Yes, I'm fine. Rattled a bit, but fine nonetheless."

He shot her a sardonic look over a shoulder as he continued to answer their questions. "It was so hypocritical, using her skills to try to hurt me. Certainly deserving of the sentence."

Cuffs around her wrists.

"Careful, she's dangerous!"

They pulled her from the room.

His laugh echoed.

[bigandgreedy]

I also saw a similar Reddit post (maybe the same one?) where some social worker was complaining about how the poor people they work with wouldn't have money to pay rent but they would have money for cigarettes and alcohol and bc of that they can't feel sympathy for them anymore....like do they not know that rent is expensive as hell and alcohol and cigarettes are much cheaper? Why are they even a social worker? I mean tbh I kinda get it I'm also from a low income background and I get how some people can make decisions that are baffling to outsiders looking in but I also remember having to deal with shit ass social workers when I was a kid. Like when I was in foster care for a few years as a kid bc of my parents' drug addictions the social workers I had to deal with were some of the most awful people and the one lady who was nice actually had a mental health crisis and had to quit. Honestly I was kind of mad when she quit though now that I'm almost 30 I kinda get it.

I am also kind of under the impression that a lot of people who want to get into social work are like, from extremely sheltered backgrounds and they have this weird kind of 'noble savage' view of minorities such as poor people and then when they actually start interacting with them they immediately lose sympathy cause they're not 'acting rationally' and so the image they made up in their heads of these people gets destroyed. But like if you've grown up in this kind of background it may not be shocking to you, you get why these people might act in ways that are confusing cause you've been there yourself but IDK. I'm not a social worker but I've been around tons of people who will do things that I think are dumb or confusing, and I still want to support them anyway!

Literally I have seen it plenty in my own life people make baffling decisions and I fully understand it. If you have ever had to make seriously tough financial decisions with just not enough money no matter what decision you end up making it makes perfect sense to spend your last $30 on a discount bottom shelf 3.5 and that increasingly expensive and increasingly worser 7/11 turkey and cheddar sandwich. That is the last meal you can get for $7. Used to be we had a $1 mcchicken for you and a $5 7/11 pizza for 2 and I actually really feel like the loss of those two specific items at those price points drove food insecurity up amongst any household that lives paycheck to paycheck.

Anyway these people are extremely sheltered and neurotypical and should go into a different field if they are getting frustrated with the behavior of poor people who are perpetually in survival mode and traumatized. Kids who can’t even think of school kids who can’t even make it into school and adults who can’t even think of rent. There are people dealing with things that were done to them that were truly sinister to the point where that is all that they think about all day. People without access to effective therapy who are trapped and usually do end up evicted or expelled because they can’t hold down a job or make it to school anymore because of having no sense of safety because of things they’ve experienced or people in the world who they could run into who have harmed them and would do it again.

That’s an extreme example there are infinitely more people who can’t even think of rent bc they NEED medication or money for an uber or gas to get to work or deal with the cost of the car they might need to sleep in next month. Those people are also getting evicted simply because they can’t keep up with rent and professor over here is recycling the avocado toast argument to explain why they actually can’t stand these people.