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kilesplaysthings · 2 days ago

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how the boys would react when you have a migraine

ngl i'm a little apprehensive about this one lol and it got LONG o.o Sylus is the fandom's darling, it seems, so i hope i wrote him well ^^;

Part IV: Sylus (you/MC x Sylus)

It had been an entire week since you started having one of the worst migraines you'd had in a long time. You did get them every so often, but it had been a while since one had lasted this long. You'd done your best to combat it with medication and sleeping in a cool, dark room, but none of your usual methods worked. It just seemed to be a migraine you had to suffer through. By the end of the week, you'd decided to call off of work for a day to rest. Your migraine was beginning to wear off, but you were utterly exhausted. You felt like you'd run a marathon; either that or gotten hit by a truck.

You were so thankful it was finally the weekend coming up. Since you took the day off of work, you had three days to hide away and sleep for hours on end. Hopefully, you'd be up to going back to work next week.

The lights were off, the AC was down in the low 60s, and you were ready to burrow yourself into the blankets and cut off all contact with the outside world until Monday. Before you were able to surrender yourself to slumber, your phone went off. A glance at the screen indicated it was none other than your boyfriend trying to call you.

"Yes, Sylus?" You answered. It was only mid-afternoon. You were surprised he was awake at this hour.

"I just received a notification from Mephisto," he remarked. "He said you didn't go into work today."

You shook your head, smiling wryly. "Keepin' tabs on me, huh?"

"You know I'm always watching over you, sweetie," he replied with a low laugh. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Sylus always seemed to be in tune with you when something was amiss, and he always checked to make sure everything was all right. The two of you valued honesty in your relationship, so you told him right away about your awful migraine.

"It's been going on for the whole week and nothing's helping. I'm wiped out." You heaved a deep sigh.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked.

"Not a thing," you answered. "Just lying in bed."

"Are you up for a drive?"

You thought about it for a moment. Your migraine was wearing off by now; it was just a mild, dull ache at this point. More than anything else, you were just fatigued.

"It's all right if you're not," he said when you hesitated.

"No, I think I'll be fine as long as we're just driving in a car, but I don't think I'd be much use for anything else," you told him.

"Don't worry. I promise it will be very relaxing, what I have planned."

Your eyebrows rose up in surprise. "You're planning something? What is it?"

"You'll find out soon enough. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Do I have to dress up?" You asked, worried. You really hoped whatever he had prepared wasn't anything too fancy.

"Wear whatever you want, kitten."

The call ended shortly after that. You sat up in bed and looked down at yourself. At the moment, you were in your pajamas. Sylus said you could wear whatever you wanted, so you were going to do just that. At this point, you couldn't care less if he saw you looking like a slob.

You threw on a tshirt, sweats and a hoodie. A pair of slip-on sneakers completed the look. You didn't want to bother with your hair, so you just pulled it back into a bun, and of course, makeup was totally out of the question. However, you did wash your face to freshen up.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hoodie pocket and saw that he texted you:

"I'm here."

When you opened the door, sure enough, there he was in all his 6'2 glory. He gave you a warm smile.

"Hey there, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," you found yourself saying, unable to help the little feeling of glee that ran through you at the sight of him. You'd been together for a while by now, but he still gave you butterflies. Being so tired and achy was probably also a part of your reaction to seeing him. You'd missed him.

He chuckled. "Good to see you too. How are you feeling? Tired?"

You worked up a small smile. "Yeah, but I'll live. This is the best I could do right now," you said, nodding to your outfit. "'S that okay?"

"Of course." His deep voice was gentle, and he reached for your hand. "Come."

You were more than happy to place your hand in his larger one. He kept you close as you both left the apartment, went down the elevator and out of the building. His sleek, black car was parked out front by the entrance. Sylus opened the passenger door for you before he got in on the driver's side. Once you were seated, you noticed the car windows were tinted, most likely to shield you from any aggravating light.

"How's the air?" Sylus asked as he started the car. "Too cold? Too hot?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm comfortable."

"Good." He placed his hand on the back of your neck, massaging it gently with his thumb. "Close your eyes and lay your head back if you want to rest some more."

He pressed a button, and your seat began to recline. You were happy to do as he suggested, feeling quite relaxed, especially when the car began to move. You felt like a restless, sick child, lulled into a peaceful sleepiness from the motion of the vehicle.

The ride lasted for probably twenty minutes or so. When you felt the car come to a stop, you opened your eyes. Sylus was parking in front of an elegant looking building surrounded by flowery hedges and some trees. A sign near the front door indicated that Sylus had taken you to a Spa with a sauna. Your eyes widened.

"A spa?" You exclaimed.

He smirked. "I thought this weary kitten could use some pampering."

He got out of the car and went over to open the door for you.

"You made an appointment for me?" To say you were stunned would be an understatement.

"For us," he corrected. "I though a massage would do me some good."

You giggled. "Oh, I see. You just wanted an excuse to get pampered yourself, I bet."

He huffed a little and smiled, amused. "Think whatever you like. All that matters is that I get to see you smiling like that again."

His sweet words made you blush a little. You grabbed his hand and pulled him along to go inside the building. The secretary at the front desk greeted you with a smile and pulled up the reservation that was under Sylus's name. She checked you both in and led you to a smaller room where you could relax on a couch while you waited for your masseuse. This room was quiet with soft music playing in the background. It was lit with warm lamp light and the soothing smell of essential oils wafted from a nearby diffuser. You were feeling relaxed already.

When it was your turn for the couple's massages, the lady who would treat you called your names. Sylus had ordered a full body couple's massage, complete with facials and aromatherapy. It was the full package, and you decided not to even try to contemplate how much it cost.

Once you were both disrobed, you were asked to lie down on your stomachs on two comfortable beds. You were given towels to cover your more private areas. The lady massaging you focused on your upper back, neck, head and forehead. You had a feeling Sylus had recommended those areas for you specifically.

"How is it?" He asked as you both had your backs massaged. You barely registered his question, nearly asleep.

"Feels amazing," you muttered. You didn't notice the soft smile that came over his face.

"Good."

Once the massage was over, he suggested you both relax in the sauna. As the steam filled up the small room, you leaned against Sylus, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I feel much better," you murmured. You felt his hand rub your upper back around your shoulder blades.

"Then my plan worked perfectly."

"Sylus," you said, looking up at him, "thanks so much. This really helped."

"Of course, sweetie." He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" You asked after a minute of peaceful silence.

He laughed a little. "You don't need to ask. I was going to suggest it anyway."

You both showered and prepared to leave the spa, with plans to spend the night at one of his houses nearby. By now it was early evening and Sylus assured you dinner would be taken care of by a chef he employed. As the two of you waited for the meal to be prepared, you relaxed on the couch together in front of a lit fireplace.

You were resting on top of him, your head on his broad chest. The sound of his beating heart against your ear was soothing, so much so that you were fighting the urge to fall asleep again.

"Sy, I just want to say, thank you again. You don't know how much these last couple of hours meant to me," you told him quietly, while absently stroking his side.

"You really don't need to thank me, kitten. After all, it was enjoyable for me, too."

You knew he was joking and poked his cheek, peering up at him. "Regardless, I'm so grateful to have such a caring boyfriend like you. What do you say to making this a regular thing? I think spa dates with you would be fun!"

A pleased smile spread over his face, and he stroked your hair. Gazing into your eyes, he said, "I'll look forward to the next time, then."

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h0neybane · 2 days ago

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MAGIKEY (TWST AU) BY @quartztwst !!

im going to PASS AWAAAAYYYYY IM SOSO TIRED. BUT ITS DONE. but anyway, more on evelyn...

Evelyn [Magikey User "Luna Luceat"]

“Hurry up, I'm gonna pass out."

Evelyn is an 18 year old girl and has been a magical girl for 4 years, since she was 14. In her magical girl form, she comes off as mysterious and aloof... but she's really just thinking about going home. She has occasionally breached the top 10 of Magical popularity rankings, but she mostly tries to keep to herself, vanishing immediately after her work is done. Oftentimes, she finished things so quick that the public is unaware.

A quiet, sleepy girl who is jaded from her years as a magical girl.

Status:

Mental/Emotional Strength: ★★★★☆ (She's hard to crack since she's used to her job, but her constant exhaustion can become a vulnerability if left untreated for too long.)

Physical Strength: ★★★☆☆ (She's moderately strong as her staff is fairly hefty, and she does swing with it sometimes.)

Stamina: ★★☆☆☆ (This girl is tired as FUCK LMFAO. She uses her little floating platform to move because she doesn't want to actually run.)

Strategy: ★★★★★ (Evelyn is very calculated with her moves as her goal is to get the job done as fast as possible to go home and SLEEP.)

Strengths: Evelyn is very experienced and keeps a close eye on all of her teammates, making sure they can operate effectively. She is especially strong during the nighttime in a full moon.

Weaknesses: Evelyn is constantly exhausted because she only works during the nighttime as that is when her powers are most effective. A daytime attack would leave her extremely vulnerable.

Evelyn lives with her little brother in their childhood home. Their parents are usually overseas on business trips, so they don't see them in person very often. Evelyn's brother is aware that she works during the night time, but doesn't know that she's a magical girl.

Evelyn grew up very sheltered, being homeschooled by tutors hired by her parents. She was very lonely and she didn't really speak to her brother. She accumulated a massive amount of hobbies to pass time, one of those being gazing at the moon on her balcony, wishing for something to change.

Her wish was granted the night of her 14th birthday, with her magikey falling into her hands after gazing at the moon for the nth time. She eagerly and naively accepted, thinking that this was everything she hoped for.

Unfortunately, she soon came to realize that the nature of her abilities forced her to be sleep deprived if she wanted to do anything much outside of being a magical girl. After her second year of being a magical girl, her enthusiasm fully died, and now she just tries to get by until she can go home. (she still really likes her outfit though, LOL)

After a shift as a magical girl, Evelyn will usually rush inside a convience store, grab snacks, pay and bolt home. She hates staying for overtime even by 5 minutes... though, she's willing to grab some stuff for her brother if he asks for it.

Evelyn is technically enrolled in theMagikey Training School, but she rarely shows up to classes. If she does, she's usually sleeping in them, though she doesn't mind a chance to show off once in a while. The instructors tend to leave her alone whenever this happens, as they're aware of how hard she works.

She does try to be nice towards her juniors though. She fetches them treats once in a while.

uncharted lore territory!! i didnt watch madoka magica or anything so idk if this fits in at all so im warning in advance lol. this is adjacent to evelyn's ACTUAL lore within the original canon twst, which is why it's here. i will make a separate post explaining further later on

Evelyn has a secret. One that isn't her being a magical girl. She has not told crowley, nor any of her magical colleagues, and she does not intend to— at least not for now. However, this secret does leave her susceptible to... negative feelings.

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simtleman · 3 days ago

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BARBARA O'BABS hair salon & laundromat (Download Tray Files & CC)

Hello friends, long time no see! I'm about to move to Ireland within three weeks and to say I've been busy would be quite an understatement. However, I can always find myself some time to play The Sims 4 (especially when a new EP comes out) and I just HAD to try this new Businesses & Hobbies one, how are you guys enjoying it so far?

I created this beautiful mess of a woman named Barbara Salomon who smokes like a chimney and I'm absolutely OBSESSED with how stunning she looks:

Anyway, I decided she was gonna be a hairdresser and created a 1950s inspired hair salon & laundromant (because hey, why shouldn't those two mingle? lol) for her to thrive as a businesswoman. And so today, I bring you this charming little lot I've spent way too much time on for you to enjoy as well! Here are some screenshots:

Front:

Back:

Hair salon:

Laundromat:

Upstairs apartment:

Before you go ahead and download it into your game, a few IMPORTANT disclaimers:

The lot is a 20x15. I built it on the Old Torget House lot from the new world of Nordhaven.

I used items from several expansions and packs (sorry I couldn't list them below, I played offline while building it and taking the screenshots), so if you don't own them those items might be replaced with others.

This lot is set as Residential.

Like all my builds, this is a heavily CC based lot. If you don't have a powerful PC, it might get laggy while trying to play with it.

Regarding the CC, I do not own nor take credit from any item included within this lot. All credit goes to their amazing creators.

The .ZIP file (2.21 GB) includes two folders: one for the Tray Files and another one with all the CC. I'm 100% sure all the CC I used is already public for everyone; if it's not, it's been definitely longer than three weeks since it has all been in my game and you (the CC creator) shouldn't be putting content behind permanent paywalls to begin with ;)

I did use bb.moveobjects on while building and have playtested it, so it should be fully functional. Let me know if otherwise.

That's all for me! This is only the third piece of content I share for others to download, so if you run into any kind of issues do not hesitate to let me know and I'll try to help best I can :)

If you do like it, please make sure to like this post (heck, maybe even comment on it if you feel like it!) and please, please, PLEASE do tag me on your screenshots if you share them here on Tumblr. I'd love to see what you guys make with it!

Download: Mega

Enjoy ♡

#ts4 screenshots #ts4 retro #ts4 vintage #sims 4 cc #ts4 1950s #ts4 businesses & hobbies #ts4 hair salon #ts4 laundromat #ts4 simblr #ts4 lot download #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 legacy

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nukenai · 2 days ago

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OP I love this but as a horse girl I do want to add.

Clydesdales are tough working horses but I'm not sure if they could really survive long term in rugged environments. They have insane grooming needs due to their feathers and it could get ugly really quickly. Large draft horses like Clydesdales also need TONS of food so idk how long they could last.

You could also get very annoying with it since Clydesdales are a specific breed, and stallions are not as common as mares or geldings (castrated males) so idk how easily those genes would stay intact lol.

I don't believe horses can be totally extinct bc that's insane. Small, stocky horses like mustangs (the feral horses in the US right now) survive the most insane conditions. There's a high mortality rates for foals and lots of injuries, but as a whole they still overpopulate like crazy and can survive on next to nothing. My Mustang personally stays fat on air and barely eats any grain (mostly hay).

So probably the horses that are around are the smaller and more rugged ones who are built entirely by nature and what works best for survival!! I plan on putting horses in my fallout fanfic, out west where mustangs are. But they could absolutely survive on the east coast too. Look at the chincoteague wild ponies - they're pretty actively cared for and monitored by people, unlike most mustangs, but they're still feral and surviving!

I really feel like "horses are extinct in fallout" was just an excuse for not having one to ride, for gameplay reasons. Which I think is fine for gameplay reasons! But it doesn't make sense and I don't believe it lol.

Sorry for this I just love when my favorite thing ever (horses) crosses over into my favorite fandom stuff in any way 😭

And I hope this post didn't sound too Mainsplainy (even though I'm a woman lmao) but I just never know how much people know about horses and I love to yap about them 😆

A little beautiful thought that sits in my beautiful big ole brain is that there is without a doubt a large feral herd of Clydesdales somewhere in the Commonwealth. The Topsfield Fair is the oldest harvest festival in America history. One of the many events at that festival is the Clydesdale show, showcasing these beautiful working animals. They are kept in warmed stalls in a small arena. The Topsfield Fair would have ended a week before the bombs fell and those horses would have still been available in the area. Whether Chris Avellone likes it or not, I know those fuckers are out there living their best lives, huge and majestic in the fields and forests of Massachusetts.

#fallout #Uhoh nuke got to rant about horses!!!

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i-like-loserz · 2 days ago

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So yesterday, I read the recent sub!San, gurl I was so tired all day and needed a break, so thank you for another amazing fic. Okay! I had an… interesting dream about San last night, but not San of Ateez. Choi San as the crown prince of South Korea 🙈 I shared a bit of the dream (honestly, I don’t even know why he was the Prince of South Korea, but it sounded okay cuz it's a dream lol). He was the most desirable, handsome, and kindest prince ever. There was a part where I'm his secret girlfriend, and I was like, ‘Oh cool,’ but also like, ‘How long has this been going on? How did we meet? WTF did I do to win the prince’s heart?!’ your gurl here needs more details and information! Hate that you remembering half of the dream!!! 😤)

Okay, back to the dream, we were at an airport… San held my hand as we walked toward the private plane, looking at me with loving eyes, feeling protective over me. (I’m guessing it's because I’m not Korean, and maybe k-netizens wouldn’t approve of their dear beloved Prince being with a non-Korean original girl 😶 It felt like I was walking into a den of lions) To the public, San was a gentleman with a strong aura but in private with me, he was like a little kitten, vulnerable and super clingy, yet possessive. San was feeling the heavy burden of being a prince and said he had to be ‘a man and an adult’ at all times. He was so smitten with me. He asked me to be patient with him, knowing full well the challenges of being with him. He was so grateful to have met me, saying he could be his true self with me. And he never stopped telling me how much he loved me with every beat of his heart. He feels calm and at peace with me like I'm his beautiful calm spring in his dark storm that came to him like a silver lining 😭😭😭 his words in my dream!!! 🫠

Here’s the spicy part! It’s a sub San 🤭 He’s deeply in love, deeper than the mariana trench. A whiny desperate hungry moaning mess man, and I'm his 'empress' 👁️👄👁️ shit what a dream 😶‍🌫️

PRINCE SAN??? pls im so jealous you get dreams like this 😭 this sounds so much like husband!san looking all intimidating and powerful in front of others, then immediately melting when you're together ☺️

also i'm not sure if you're referring to honey, baby!san or the newest ones -- drunk!san or sleepy!san -- but let's be honest, they're all cute and subby for reader so it doesn't matter! -- my response gets kinda steamy at the end...i can't help it

cw: 18+ pls, prince!san x secret gf!reader, sub!san, hickies, dry humping

i could just imagine the way he'd shower you in affection and gifts, then fly you across the world just to be alone with you (no cameras or prying eyes). he so wants to show you off as his and have you live with him, but the pressure is too much and he knows the backlash you'd receive just by being near him.

no one knows that you are the one taking those photos that are going viral because of how handsome he looks. that you convinced him to interact more with his loyal subjects and show them how down to earth he is. and that you are the reason why he feels a lot more secure and confident in public.

there's something about being his secret girlfriend that's kind of hot. kissing in the shadows or behind closed doors, and knowing that you shouldn't be doing it but you both can't help it. and san is particularly needy whenever he sees you because you're rarely able to meet in private, making every meeting desperate and hot.

even though you can't outwardly show it, you still make your mark in his life. of course, there are the literal marks that you suck into his skin -- from his neck, down his chest, and over his thighs (he whines about how risky you're being, but he secretly craves having the tender bruises as they're physical reminders of you) -- but there are other subtle ways you claim him.

to name a few, there are the matching bracelets you both wear, the cologne you chose for him, and the special shirts you buy that show off his chest...he's like your doll, an obedient man to dress up and accessorize as you please. and it pleases him just as much -- if not, more.

he wants to look good for you.

more than that, he wants to please you.

it's a fact that san is a sucker for praise. he'd probably cum in his pants just from humping your leg if you're petting his hair and cooing soft words at him (spoiler alert: he actually already has done that...he just doesn't want to talk about that time bc he's a shy baby).

the prince may receive praise from the whole country, but his eyes are only looking at you.

#inbox #anon #thanks for sending this in!#i need more dreams ab subby!san #sub!san #san x reader #choi san x reader #ateez x reader #san smut #ateez smut #choi san smut

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matchalovertrait · 20 hours ago

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Will the truth prevail? 🤔

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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NOTE: The build is by the awesome @authorspirit! One of my favorite builders ever. Seriously, I feel like I try to snatch all the builds from her 😆 Unfortunately, my screenshots didn't do the place justice. You can check it out here.

NOTE: Selene is pronounced like Seh-leh-neh. No, the "mrow" was not a typo hehe

NOTE: Imagine this whole conversation was in Spanish! Speaking of which, "Andele güey" is basically Antonio saying, "Way to go, man," in a sarcastic way or "see what you did?" I'm not really sure how to translate that directly. And before anyone comes for me, no I don't mean "andale," I do mean "andele"! That's what my family says lol

[Antonio's Apartment; Del Sol Valley, California]

[It was midnight when Antonio heard a knock on the front door... but he wasn’t expecting anybody? Before doing anything, he looked through the peephole in case it was anyone dangerous.]

[It was Yoltic! When Antonio opened the door, the guy with the red hair strutted inside and promptly handed Antonio a packed meal in a brown bag.]

YOLTIC: Uber Eats delivery!

[A puzzled Antonio placed the bag on the surface behind him.]

ANTONIO: ..Thank you for the lunch?

YOLTIC: Dulce made you vegan enchiladas. You never showed up to the party, so she asked me to bring you some. Her family and friends were asking for you.

ANTONIO: Really? I hardly talked to them.

YOLTIC: Yeah. Do you know how difficult it was to defend your absence in front of your girlfriend and in-laws? You’re welcome for that.

ANTONIO: Not my girlfriend. Not my in-laws.

SELENE: Mrow.

ANTONIO: Andele güey, you woke up the cat.

YOLTIC: Oops! Sorry, Selene.

YOLTIC: ..Listen, I wanted to talk to you.

ANTONIO: Right now?

YOLTIC: You’ve been acting weirder than usual lately.

ANTONIO: You’re not completely normal either.

YOLTIC: Don’t try to change the subject!

ANTONIO: I’m fine. You can go home now.

YOLTIC: Then why have you been hiding? You leave at the most random times.

[START FLASHBACK]

NOEMÍ: Are you sure you're not also an actor? Something about your face tells me you’re famous.

ERICK: We are near Hollywood after all!

DULCE: I see Angel and the rest of the family!

ANTONIO: Sorry to crash the party but we need to head inside now.

YOLTIC: Hey, why the rush?? 5 more minutes!

[END FLASHBACK]

ANTONIO: I have a busy schedule.

YOLTIC: Then why’d you go on Operation Fox? That’s not like you either.

ANTONIO: I couldn’t let Isabela win.

YOLTIC: I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you. And as your best friend, I think I deserve to know the truth.

ANTONIO: Truth about what?

YOLTIC: You know what I’m talking about. Weren’t you the one that said “truth prevails” in court?

ANTONIO: You know I have to say shit like that. This is a waste of time. I’m going to sleep.

YOLTIC: You haven’t been sleeping! I know you work long hours, but I can see something is bothering you. You have the day off tomorrow, anyway. Just let me help you.

ANTONIO: Nothing is bothering me!

YOLTIC: Fine! You leave me no choice!

[Yoltic handed Antonio a folded-up sheet of paper. Antonio stared at him. What the hell is this? He turned around to unfold it.]

ANTONIO: ...How did you-

YOLTIC: Now do you want to talk?

#oc mlt: antonio romero #tjolc gen 2 #tjolc #matchalovertrait #alegria legacy #joy of life challenge #joy of life legacy #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #oc mlt: yoltic xicoténcatl

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bleedingichorhearts · 3 days ago

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Hello! I see asks are open!

May I please request a Yandere!Salamander from Space Marine Husbandry Sentience? Trying so hard to be a gentlemen and polite, and not ravage his sweet treasure (yet, needs to wait until his courting gift is ready and his darling accepts...), loving their bonded being independent and working to support them, even though he could take care of and protect them...

He's trying so hard not to be too covetous (failing). Trying so hard not to be jealous of the baselines who get to spend hours of the (work)day with his treasure, of people who get her attention. But it's okay because she likes him best, loves him, chooses him, and comes home eager to see him and fall into his arms and sink into his warmth and protection.

Salamanders are like dragons, but they're not unreasonable... most of the time. Just let him protect and support you, and show him a little affection... a little love and appreciation. That's all.

(Love you're writing it's so cool and fun! The Custodes Series is my favourite so far!)

"Awww! This is such a cute request! Salamanders are most definitely like dragons but just with a cuddly, protective factor. I just image a big ol' fluffy drake that got the hair dryer, lol. I didn't put summary as your words are absolute. As for "the golden knights?" I'm glad that I'm doing well with it! I always worry that I didn’t put emotion in anything." - Ichor

Tagged - "@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.”

TW: Cuteness Aggression? Yandere, A Very Tiny Smidge of Smut Thoughts.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

The Salamander thumbs at the forged courting gift in his hands. His eyes looking over every single detail on it, making sure it was absolutely perfect for you. That every single detail on it was to tell a tale to those who could decipher what was on it, and most importantly to impress you. His little treasure.

He has been incredibly careful with you, not wanting to scare you away from him that maybe differ your view of him. Your “snuggly dragon.” An affectionate term he knows, and it makes his heart’s feeling like they were wrapped up in flames like a dragon inhaling; only keeping their fire in their chest, never releasing it upon his foes.

Ah. His fingers stop briefly on stroking the gift, his head lifting up and looking out the darkening skies of your nest. His mind briefly wondering when you would be back. His “foes.”

He would consider the other baselines that work with you, and that dare to come over into your nest a type of foe. He isn’t quite sure on what type of foe as he is conflicted with his thoughts about it while their some that are rather kind and light up your day when he should be doing that. There are some that get too close to his comfort and he just wishes to engulf you in his arms, never see those baselines again. Yet, there are some that keep their respective distance, and others? “Introverts,” a term he keeps forgetting to grab a description from the Apothecary.

Despite all that, he loves how independent you are, even if he wants to take care of you himself. He would prefer it that way, but you insist that you need something to live by, and honestly? Wasn't he enough? Was he not something to live by? If he didn't know any better, he would have stolen you from the get-go. Yet, something in the back of his genetically kind mind told him to go slow and steady with you. Not only that, but he has heard that he would have a better chance of a healthy bond to bloom with you by taking his time.

He sighs, keeping his gaze out of the window. A certain dread filling up his nerves as you were coming back home later than usual. It a rare thing honestly for you to come back late as one time he freaked out. Scouring your whole workplace to find you, snatching you up before hissing at the boss who dares to keep you to their greedy cooperate hands! He would like to remove them and offer them to A Night Lord, but with how you snuggled up to him immediately... it calmed his thoughts. His chest giving you a rumbling purr to put you at ease while he takes you back to your nest.

He loves it when you are all cuddly with him. He is all for it as it means more attention on him. It means more time with you, more time to rub his scent all over you, and coo lovingly in your ear when you coo and pet him back. These little affections of yours always putting those... dark thoughts in the back of his mind for just a moment.

Grumbles start to leave him after a while though, and if he had a tail? It would be twitching with irritation. His eyes flickering around the main part of your nest: the bedroom before looking back out the window. Hoping that if he pretended to look away you would just suddenly appear. Of course, that doesn't really work. Maybe with video games when they are loading.

An inhumane hiss rumbles through his chest when he suddenly gets up and off from sitting on your bed. His hands quickly hiding the courting gift for you in the highest shelf in your closet as he quickly turns away and out into the hallway. He always had a bit of a short temper when you were gone away from too long than what you have told him, and if he had it his way? That corporate would be burned to the ground like the Xenos that he purged with his own flame. Taking your time away from him should be sinful of those who greed!

Great, now he was thinking like a Word Bearer....

He huffs when he reaches the front door, absolutely ready to swing it open, maybe pop it off if hinges before he pauses. His head tilting slightly while a soft click sounded out, and a faint but fresh scent of you seeping behind the door.

"I'm hom- Gah!"

You don't even get your greeting words out as you're practically bodied by your Salamander that has most definitely gotten growly and huffy at your lateness. Your feet dangling while your carried away from the door. Irritated chuffs and gruffs' leaving your Salamander.

"Hey now," You laugh, patting his chest lightly as he snuggles you close all while walking back to your bedroom. "I'm only... 5 minutes late, give me some slack."

"Too long." He growls lowly, placing himself down onto your bed with a slight bounce like a huffy child before stuffing you in his chest. "Need you here, with me."

"Clingy, you are." You laugh again, happily snuggling into him after the long workday. Your hands wrapping around his torso as much as you can. Only getting about halfway, but the simple actions make your Salamander purr. Though, it sounds restricted, as if he really didn't want to amuse you. "You going to play that game? Fine."

He gives a rumble in response, lowering himself a little as you lean away from him in his lap. A bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knows what he's playing, and he wants to absorb everything you would give him. Especially since your 5 minutes late.

"Greedy thing." You tease, lifting your hand up to cradle his jawline that he nuzzles into your palm for. His purr slowly becoming louder. Your other hand moving from his torso to gently scritch at his neck, going up and down slowly. Your eyes seeing a little shiver going through him, and you smile. "You're lucky I love you."

His body seems to freeze for a moment before he leans down more to nuzzle his nose against your neck. His back going to kill him for the awkward position, but he doesn't care for it. He cares for you, and your sweet, adoring words. His lips giving a twitch; just itching to just mark you right there as you let him nuzzle against you with another laugh escaping your lips.

"Sweet little treasure..." He purrs into you, his teeth beginning to itch at how he could just... mark you as his, right now. So vulnerable. Underneath him... crying out his name...

"Little?" You scoff, faking offence. Pulling away from him. "I'll have you know I am average size-!"

He simply turns, sort of manhandling you to snuggle you down into your own bed with him onto of you and you on the bottom. His head resting on your stomach with the weight of him pinning you down into your own bed.

"Really?" You deadpan, placing your hand on-top of his head.

He coos sweetly in response, nuzzling into you.

#⚜️ichors’ request’s #warhammer40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fluff #third person pov #second person pov #monogamy #salamander #salamander x reader #tw: yandere #man i hope this is long enough?#I am unsure of ones taste.

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-"Sometime during the night you both got rid of your clothes as your bodies demanded more closeness, your skin against his" YOUR BODIES DEMANDED MORE CLOSENESS, I'M SHOUTING

-"If the blade entered your king’s body a bit to the right or at a different angle, you would be sleeping in an empty bed and the only place you would be able to see Thorin’s face would be the marble effigy at his tomb in Erebor." You have no right to make me form tears like this

-"even if just for a moment" sTOP-

-"Now, however, in the darkness of the night, he is still yours, just for a while longer." oh-❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

-"The raven mane of his hair interspersed with silver strands, like veins of a precious metal encased in a rock" THIS WAS AMAZING WRITING AND VERY DWARVISH LIKE. I'm starting to suspect you are a dwarf…

-“Maralmizu, Thorin,” I need to close the computer and take a moment to regain composure-

-“'Can’t sleep?' he murmurs with a charming smile" MAHAL KEEP ME FROM GOING CRAZY

-Roäc!!!! I am going to CRY

-"A few clumsy niceties about how he enjoyed your time together and how he will always remember you, yadda yadda yadda." Lol. That's so sad but it made me laugh

-"This is the last time he plays you like his harp" ÄULE AND YAVANNA-

-"Nothing else matters beyond this little island of joy you created in the cruel ocean of time." stop this, please-

-"You are not afraid of the L-word any longer." I'M KICKING MY FEET

-THIS SMUT WAS SO CUTE😭

-ooh the amount of oceanic symbolism here😭

-"You are sure your hazy mind plays tricks on you. He has just called you his tiny songbird. He has called you his. No, you must have heard it wrong." STOP IT RAGNA I WANT TO ATTEND YOU TWO'S WEDDING BUT THAT CAN'T HAPPEN IF YOU DON'T SEE HE LOVES YOU TOO FOR DURIN'S SAKE!!1!

-"This blissful picture is not written in the stars, not for you." oh-

-"Perhaps they should have named him Stoneheart instead." oooh the dramaaaa

-"this is how a goodbye tastes like." STOP ITTTTT LATHALEA I WILL FIND YOU

-“Ragna… come with me to Erebor,” I JUST SCREAMED SOOO LOUDLY!!!1 FOR DURIN'S SAKEEEEE

-"No, of course not, you stupid, stupid Ragna! He just enjoys having you in his bed, have you forgotten about it again?" RAGNA STOP IT YOU ARE MAKING ME RAGE!!1!11

-"your own private map room if you wished so" I WANT TO CRY. HE'S SO THOUGHTFUL

-"His eyes are closed but you somehow know that they are as blue as his father’s." THE TURMOIL OF EMOTIONS I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW WILL MAKE ME EXPLODE

-"this is one of his flanking maneuvers" RAGNA YOU MAKE ME FUCKING MAD. JUST OPEN YOUR HEARTTT!!! WHY IS IT SO HARD TO ACCEPT LOVE??

-"looking more like a stone statue of one of his ancestors at the Main Gate of Erebor. Stern and lifeless." I want to cry. This writing is so great

“Tell me, Ragna. Let me hear it.” I screamed

-THORIN WHAT YOU DOINGGGGG YOU JUST HAD TO SAY "I LOVE YOU"

-"Instead, you have locked yourself in your rooms, trying to pretend that the world beyond your door doesn’t exist." I am fucking depressed and I feel a void in my heart

-i'm trying so hard not to hate on these two idiots but it's hard

-"One of Thorin’s braid beads. In your own bed." I'm crying

-"Since then, every day looks the same: work, work, more work, and staying at the office until late evening, until you are numb with tiredness." Oh I know how this goes. Trying to hide your heartbreak under piles of work papers. Yikes…

-"And then that bloody letter comes and turns everything upside down." MY HEART JUST SKIPPED A HEARTBEAT

-LATHALEA I HATE YOU FOR THIS AND BECAUSE I KNOW THAT NEXT CHAPTER WITH THORIN WILL HURT ME TWO

-I still have tears in my eyes...

All Is Fair in Love and Trade – Part 6/9

Relationships: Thorin x Reader Rating: E Warnings: smut, angst

For @gwen-ever 💙 Thank you for your support and help and everything else, you know yourself 🤩 A special thank you to everyone who has commented, reblogged and supported this fic! I'm really grateful to you all, you give me the strength to continue writing 💙💙💙

Khuzdul phrases: Maralmizu - I love you Zunshanush - [intimate diminutive] tiny bird Zunshanushê - my tiny bird

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All Is Fair in Love and Trade, part 6/10

Later that night

A tear rolls down your cheek and you sleepily wipe it away. Last wisps of a dream are quickly fading away, leaving you slightly disoriented. You can’t remember much besides a lingering feeling of softness and warmth. Something tickles at the tip of your nose. Something coarse and reassuringly warm, just like in your dream. You open your eyes and it takes you a moment to realize that you are still in Thorin’s bed, cuddled up to his bare chest. Sometime during the night you both got rid of your clothes as your bodies demanded more closeness, your skin against his. Now your lover is laying down on his side, one of his arms resting against your hip, your legs entangled, You run your hand through his thick chest hair, but he doesn’t react to your caress, still in deep sleep. Covering his left pectoral, there is a dark blue tattoo of a raven, barely visible in the faint light of a single candle. The tips of your fingers are tracing its outline, admiring the detailed pattern, feeling the strength of Thorin’s body slumbering beneath his skin.

Your gaze shifts down, to the side of his abdomen, where a long, knobby scar meanders through the peaks and valleys of his muscles. It is not the first time you see it, but only now you have a moment to look at it from up close. There are so many tales and songs about the Battle of Five Armies and the bravery of Thorin Oakenshield that you know very well how it was inflicted. Azog the Defiler. If the blade entered your king’s body a bit to the right or at a different angle, you would be sleeping in an empty bed and the only place you would be able to see Thorin’s face would be the marble effigy at his tomb in Erebor. Thank you, Mahal. Thank you for sparing his life. Thank you for bringing him into my life, even if just for a moment.

You have spent two weeks with him, only two weeks of your long lives, but it was enough to make your heart beat faster. It was still worth it, no matter the emotional turmoil you have been through. You know that whatever you have found in each other’s arms is going to end before long, in a couple of hours, as soon as the dawn of the new day comes. The King will return to his mountain, leaving your heartache in his wake. Now, however, in the darkness of the night, he is still yours, just for a while longer. Your fingers continue their explorations, as if trying to commit every inch of his body to memory. The raven mane of his hair interspersed with silver strands, like veins of a precious metal encased in a rock, his strong neck, the powerful line of his shoulders and arms, his broad torso narrowing into lean hips, his sinewy thighs dusted with coarse hair, pressed against yours, his legs intertwined with yours. Yes, you will always have your memories, the memories of an arrogant, irritating king, of a daring warrior, of a splendid lover. Of your Thorin and that tender smile he gave you in your bed last night, melting your heart. Now, his face is peaceful, the lines of his usual frown smoothed out by sleep. You feel a sudden, irrational burst of warmth in your chest and before you can think, you hear yourself speak. “Maralmizu, Thorin,” a shadow of a whisper leaves your surprised lips, and you are hoping that the night will keep your heart’s secret safe.

The tips of your fingers once again brush against the raven tattoo, the bird’s eye watching you attentively, its beak shut. A silent witness of your moment of weakness. You place your hand over the ornament and feel how Thorin’s chest is slowly rising and falling.

This would be a good moment to leave, you think, to disappear in the darkness while you still have the strength to do it in a composed manner. You have just said your farewell and there is nothing more keeping you here. You cast one last glance at Thorin’s oblivious face and start carefully disentangling your legs from his.

Suddenly, a hand covers yours on his chest and you are staring into the clear blue eyes of your king. Well, there goes your strategic retreat.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmurs with a charming smile that makes your heart flutter.

“Your raven kept me company,” you smile faintly, your muscles tensing in anticipation of what is to come. Woman up, Ragna! You have always hated goodbyes, and, let’s face it, you suck at them, but you know Thorin well enough by now to expect a short and efficient one. Look, he opened his mouth. Here it goes. You hold your breath. “Roäc?” one of his eyebrows lifts in surprise and his gaze follows yours to his chest, his hand still covering yours. “So he has a name?” you point your chin at the tattoo, letting out a sigh. Just a moment longer, then. “I had the tattoo made in Dunland, after Erebor fell, to remind me of what I left behind.” his face darkens, his hand clutches yours. “I raised Roäc from an egg, we were almost inseparable. But then Smaug came and every dwarf alive had to leave the Mountain.” “And… what happened to Roäc?”

“He stayed. He would not leave Ravenhill nor his kin,” Thorin closes his eyes for a barely noticeable moment.

“I am sorry to hear it,” you answer, your eyes set at your hands clasped together. “I never thought I would see him again, and yet he waited for me for over 150 years. Roäc was the first raven to greet me when I returned… home.” He makes a small pause and you see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat.

“It must have been a happy day for you both,” you pat the image of the raven on his skin. “It taught me that one should never lose hope,” his intense gaze meets yours, and there is a new spark at the bottom of his eyes, something you can’t decipher.

“Hope…” you repeat. Hope. How ironic. Rapidly you close your eyes in an attempt to stop them welling with treacherous tears. Now is not the time, Ragna! You need to hold on a bit longer!

Thorin’s hand, still clasped together with yours, slides towards the center of his chest. You can clearly feel his strong heartbeat beneath your palm.

“Ragna, I…” he says. Oh. Absorbed by his words, you have completely forgotten about what has to happen now. You’ve had enough lovers to know where this is going. A few clumsy niceties about how he enjoyed your time together and how he will always remember you, yadda yadda yadda. After that, it will be time for you to leave for your chambers where a cold and empty bed is waiting for you while he is to return to his comfortable life in Erebor. The end.

You decide to save you both the embarrassment of that meaningless conversation and bid him goodbye in the only way you are good at. When you place your finger on Thorin’s sensual lips, his eyes widen in surprise, but not another word leaves his mouth. Instead, your hand moves to his bearded cheek, cupping it gently, enjoying the tickling sensation of his beard gently scraping against your palm for the last time. And then you kiss him.

He lets out a hum when your lips meet his. But this is not a ravenous, hungry kiss from before. It tastes like the first strawberries of summer, fresh and sweet, making your lips tingle, its careful tenderness going straight to your head. His hand sinks in the hair at your temple, his fingers gently running through your locks.

“Ragna…” he breathes against your mouth, his nose rubbing against yours, his thumb brushing against your cheek. But this is not the time for talking. You place a small kiss at the corner of his lips, and then another and another, sealing them with a myriad of soft pecks. His hand cups the back of your head and he responds, peppering your whole face with gentle kisses. He moves his lips lower and you stifle a small whimper when he repeats his ministrations on your neck.

“Ragna…” he murmurs against your throat, and then kisses you just below your earlobe, eliciting another whimper from you.

“Ragna...” his lips brush against your ear, gentle like a dove’s wing, making you purr with pleasure, while his hand starts unhurriedly travelling down your back, tracing the line of your spine, making you shiver with delight. This is the last time he plays you like his harp and you want to make the most of it.

Thorin’s hand slides down to your waist and then slowly, sensually travels up again, while his lips trail over the swell of your breast. Passion stirs inside you as you press your hips towards him, feeling the red-hot hardness of his manhood between you. A rumbling groan leaves him as his mouth attentively worships every curve of your breasts. Oh, Mahal, you want to feel him all over your body. When his thumb brushes against your nipple, a shadow of a moan escapes you.

“Ragna…” he murmurs once more. Now he is back to kissing your mouth with impossible ardour, and you are drawn to his eyes, darkened with lust. They remind you of a sea on the brink of a storm.

No, you are not going to let him talk. Not now. Not yet. Knotting your hands in his hair you return his kiss. You revel in the hardness of his warrior’s body against yours, sensing the signs of a coming squall that is going to carry you both away.

You place your hand on his chest and push it gently. When his back rests flat against the bed, your lips cover his, meeting in yet another sensual kiss. Your silky locks fall around you, a curtain of hair shielding you both from the whole world. Now, in this very moment, it is only you and him. Nothing else matters beyond this little island of joy you created in the cruel ocean of time.

Unhurriedly, savoring the moment, you straddle his hips. A spark of recognition flickers in Thorin’s eyes and a familiar half-smile appears on his face as his hand travels upwards along your thigh to rest on your bare hip. You wrap your hand around his silky hardness and guide it straight to your core.

“Ragna...” he purrs as you lower your body on him, taking in his formidable length, your breathing shallow. His fingers dig into your skin as you are impaling yourself in one steady push. It feels so ecstatic. So right.

He is buried in you to the hilt, but doesn’t move, waiting for you to adjust to him. You rest your hands on his chest, taking in deep breaths and finding his gaze. His eyes are like the late evening sky on a warm summer evening, adorned with flickering stars. A silly thought crosses your mind: if you were to make a wish now, would you see a falling star in his firmament, carrying it to fulfilment?

Please, stay with me.

“Ragna, lovely Ragna,” he whispers.

As you hover over him, Thorin cups your cheek, oblivious to your unspoken plea. There is something in the way he speaks, something sweet and tender, that once again makes you wish you could hear him say your true name in this tantalizing voice of his.

“Thorin,” you respond, leaning into his palm and brushing your lips against it. Your chosen name for his chosen name. Your heart for his passion. A fair exchange. No strings attached. One last time.

This is when you rock your hips against him for the first time. Not breaking the eye contact between you, you lift yourself up slightly only to slide all the way down with a sigh accompanied by his low grunt.

Don’t let me leave. Please, don’t go.

This slow, sensual dance of your bodies is what you would call lovemaking. You are not afraid of the L-word any longer. You pour your heart into every caress, every move you make. It does not matter if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. Yours will have to be enough for both of you tonight. It is your farewell gift for the king of your heart.

Please, show me, how can I melt your heart? How can I make you see?

Thorin’s hands are wandering across your skin, caressing you gently, as if he was admiring a marble statue sculpted by the greatest stone masters of Erebor. The intense feel of his manhood inside you is overwhelming. Taking in the new, incredible sensations, your body continues the slow, steady movements. Now it is not about chasing the diamond peaks of pleasure; it is about enjoying these precious moments between you for as long as you can. It is as if Thorin understands your thoughts, because his caresses become in an equally unhurried manner; his every touch is attentive and careful, leaving your skin tingling with delight.

I want this night to last forever. Please, let it never end.

His eyes are hooded with pleasure, the dark waves of his hair scattered across the pillows. Thorin is yours now, just for a few moments longer. Only yours. You press your weight against him, taking him in once again, rocking back and forth with a moan while he pulls you down, his hands caressing your back and buttocks tenderly. A whimper escapes your lips at this change of angle, all the sensations intensifying, your breasts pressed against his muscular chest.

Thorin’s hands firmly rest on your hips as he thrusts up into you, slowly, purposefully, again and again, finding a way to plunge deeper inside of you than ever before, not stopping, navigating you both through the wild waves of your ocean of passion.

“Ragna…” the sound of his deep, husky voice fills your ears as he thrusts into you once more.

With a stifled cry of pleasure on your lips, you give in to your passion. Your body tenses in with pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over you, taking over all of your senses. But you are not alone. Thorin is there, not letting you go, riding out the storm beside you. You are holding onto him as if he was your raft on the high seas, your only salvation on the stormy waters of the ocean. A few more erratic thrusts and his delicious warmth spills inside you, making you shiver with pleasure. He is right there with you, sharing your bliss, your hearts beating to the same rhythm.

My heart belongs to you. Only you.

“Thorin…” you whisper into his skin, as you lay down, your limbs heavy with bliss, your cheek against his chest, clinging to him, feeling his arms closing around you in a tight embrace.

“Zunshanushê,” he murmurs back tenderly, his fingers running through your hair as the storm of ecstasy slowly subsides around you. You are sure your hazy mind plays tricks on you. He has just called you his tiny songbird. He has called you his. No, you must have heard it wrong. The word he must have spoken was Zunshanush. Just a tiny songbird. A pet name. A songbird from the Iron Hills he will perhaps recall from time to time with a smile, back in Erebor.

You wish the circumstances were different. You would have been his Ragna, and he could have been your Thorin. You would start each day with a kiss and braid each others’ hair every morning. You would fall asleep in a tight embrace every evening, just like you are embracing now. And then, a little pebble or two would appear in your lives, giggling, saying their first words, making their first steps, running happily around the mountain, learning to ride a pony...

Ragna, you need to pull yourself together and stop being mawkish. This blissful picture is not written in the stars, not for you. First of all, you are painting an ideal, overly romantic picture of your happy life with none other than the arrogant, bullheaded King Under the Mountain! Have you suddenly forgotten how irritating and full of himself he is? Have you forgotten how you both have your separate lives and completely different duties to fulfil? And if that wasn’t enough, there is the matter of you living under two completely different mountains, separated by days and days of travel.

You know what you have to do now. Get up, gather your things and go. You have to ignore the whispers of your heart and forget how good it feels to have his strong arms around you, once and for all. Need something to snap out of it? How about this tiny little detail: Thorin Oakenshield is only interested in your body, nothing more. Perhaps they should have named him Stoneheart instead. The only way you are going to have your “happily ever after” with that dwarf is in your dreams. Damn your luck and your silly feelings. Couldn’t you have fallen for someone else? Preferably not an extremely annoying and unfeeling king?

There is something wet on your cheek, and you brush it away, only to realize that these are your tears. You feel their salty taste on your tongue. This is how a goodbye tastes like.

“Ragna, what is it?” Thorin murmurs into your hair.

You press your face into his chest in panic. He can’t see that you are crying! The last thing you want is for him to pity you. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Calm down, Ragna, you can do it. You know how to hide your emotions. Imagine you are back in the council chamber.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” you hear yourself say and then you clear your throat. “It is almost dawn, isn’t it?”

You can almost hear his heart beating in the silence that falls after your words. And then he takes a deep breath. “Ragna… come with me to Erebor,” he says, pressing his lips against your head.

Oh. You have not seen it coming. Does he mean…? No, of course not, you stupid, stupid Ragna! He just enjoys having you in his bed, have you forgotten about it again? The only thing that matters to him is not your sharp mind, but the thing you have between your legs! And now he is probably thinking that you will gladly obey him, like a lowly scullery maid, becoming simply yet another submissive woman in the long line of his conquests, just because his majesty wishes so! Over your dead body!

“That’s a good one!” a dry laughter escapes you as you feel a stab of pain in your chest. You hope Thorin doesn’t notice how much the sound you have just made resembles a sob. He doesn’t join your chuckles, but grunts instead.

“Does my proposal sound amusing to you?” his words rumble in his chest against your cheek. You sit up to face him, feeling the anger, the pain, the disappointment rising their ugly heads within you.

“Return with you? As what? As a lo…” great, here we go again. The L-word refuses to pass your mouth this time. “As the king's concubine?”

“Would it be that bad?” he rises on his elbows, meeting your gaze. “Come with me and stay in Erebor. You will have everything you could ever imagine, and more. New apartments in the royal wing, dresses, jewels, your own private map room if you wished so, and a table.”

“A table?” you frown.

“Yes, a table, and two comfortable armchairs by the fireplace. We will sit there in the afternoon and you will tell me how bad my ideas are and how much you dislike them... And yes, I will be the one to keep you warm in my bed at night.”

“Do you think I want this?” your frown deepens. Seriously. Is he that stupid?! It looks like you need to spell it out for him. “Do you think I would like just being just rich and doing nothing all day long while you are busy with the matters of state?” Thorin shakes his head slowly and sighs.

“For most of my life, I did not have any of these riches, but now I can use them in any way I wish. You deserve a life in luxury, Ragna...” he sits up and tries to take your hand in his, but you move away. You know very well that the moment he touches you, the moment you feel that pleasant tingling on your skin, you will agree to anything he proposes.

“What luxury would it be if I wouldn’t be able to speak with you nor anyone else for more than an hour a day or so? What about every single of my actions being closely observed and scrutinized by everyone under the mountain?! Oh, and I almost forgot about people bowing at me just because I happen to sleep in your bed! Is this what you think I want? A golden cage?!” you hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Do not speak to me of golden cages!” he gives out a roar. “I lived in one, and I know how it feels, both inside and outside! If you come with me, you will not have to suffer any of it. I am offering you only what is best! Can you not see it?”, his stormy stare bores through you as he leans towards you, his eyes narrowed, his jaw set in anger.

“So now I am to throw my whole life away on your whim only to pleasure you every night?! And to be shunned when you are bored with me?” your hand clenches into a fist. Does he not see how much pain he has caused you already? Why is he adding more? Is he really that thick?!

“This is not…” he starts, but your fury takes over and you cut him off. You are not finished yet. “What about my career? Do you have any idea how hard I have worked to become Lord Dain’s advisor? How important my work is for me? Do you think I can abandon my responsibilities just like that?!” you throw words at him as if they were daggers. “And you have the nerve to propose it now, knowing how much depends on the upcoming treaty negotiations with Mirkwood?!”

“I do not care about Mirkwood!” he roars back at you. “It has nothing to do with you and me!”

“Well, then clearly we are of different opinions on this matter! A good negotiator thinks of everything before presenting their offer, and you clearly haven’t! Are you even speaking to the right person? Why me? You can have any other woman to warm your bed at night!”

“Ragna…” he growls your name in one long purr. “Are you truly asking me this? Have we not been enjoying ourselves?”

“This is not the point! Here, I’m respected, I’m making a difference, and in Erebor, I’d be just another bed warmer!” you spit out the last words as if they scorched your tongue. “Do not speak of yourself this way! This is not who you will be under my Mountain!” he slams his hand against the bed.

“Then who would I be? What would happen if you were to find yourself a queen? Would I be expected to keep on being your mistress, discreetly hidden away in the deepest corridors of the mountain? Serving her king whenever he feels like?” you feel the salty taste of tears on your tongue, an explosive mix of pain and rage running through your veins. A hazy image suddenly appears before your eyes, you looking at a sleeping babe in a beautiful bed as you brush one of his dark locks off his face. His eyes are closed but you somehow know that they are as blue as his father’s. “What if I were to give you a child? What life would I be expected to lead, along with your bastard son or daughter? Would we be required to live away from you, from anyone’s sight, not to offend your queen’s sensibilities? Or would we have to leave your mountain, never to return?! Do you really think I’m like one of your ladies, ready to fulfil any of your wishes, without a single thought?”

A dark silence fills the chamber for an eternity, or maybe it is just a few heartbeats. At this point, you are not sure any longer. Thorin’s bedchamber feels equally dark, as dark as the vision of your hypothetical, but quite probable future in Erebor. Luckily for you, you won’t let the stupid, arrogant dwarf in front of you destroy your life. Now he is glaring at you without a word, his own face set into a grim expression. And then he explodes.

“Stop this nonsense at once, Ragna! It won’t happen! Nothing of the things you said will happen! You are different! Do you hear me?!” Sparks of anger brighten his stormy eyes.

“How can you say that?! How do you know?! And am I truly different from other women who keep you company at night? Different how?” You demand. Did he really think you imagined him to act like a chaste and proper ruler from the ancient dwarven legends? Did he expect you to think that his nights in Erebor were filled only with peaceful sleep and thoughts about the bright future of his beloved kingdom? Seriously. Life is not a fairy tale.

The King opens his mouth, looks at his fisted hand and unclenches it slowly. Then he clears his throat and lowers his gaze along with his voice, “I sleep better when you are around.” He has to be joking. That sudden change in him baffles you. What is he up to? Is he trying to soften you up? What a cheap trick.

“Let me get this straight. The King Under the Mountain wants me to go with him to Erebor so that he has pleasant dreams?”

Thorin looks back at you, and you can notice a shadow passing over his eyes as he sighs.

“This is not what I mean, Ragna,” he says in a quiet voice.

You pause for a moment, tilting your head slightly. This… this is so unlike him. It takes you a moment, but then you understand. He is a great strategist, that is what they say about him, and this is one of his flanking maneuvers. Everything is a battle to him, even your last conversation. This is a way for him to gain an advantage over you and counterattack when you least expect it. You have to be on your guard, Ragna!

“What do you mean, then? Have you forgotten our arrangement? It was just an adventure, a treat to sweeten up the negotiations,” you retort, ignoring the stinging tears. You can’t stop them from running, you can’t swallow them any longer. Each of them burns a trail down your cheek. It hurts more than you expected it to.

“So it was all business to you? This? An additional hidden clause to this trade agreement?” he gestures at the crumpled bed sheets around you, his shoulders suddenly sagging. Now that shadow is cast over his whole face, its features set in stone. But perhaps it is just a trick of light. Because… he can’t be that sad, can he? It is not as if he was about to lose his favorite trinket. Besides, he has a whole damn treasury of them! He won’t ever notice your absence; while you… you know you will never forget him. You wipe off the tears from your cheeks. He follows your movements with his eyes, but never makes a move, looking more like a stone statue of one of his ancestors at the Main Gate of Erebor. Stern and lifeless.

“I…” for the first time in your life the words fail you. You feel his gaze burning your face. How can you tell him how you feel…? How can you find words to describe this shard wedged painfully into your heart, making you feel restless, clouding your mind, making you change into a helpless puddle of emotions every time he is around…?

“Tell me, Ragna. Let me hear it.”

But the right words don’t come. You will not give him the satisfaction of an answer so he can gain the upper hand and easily use you any way you like. The moment you tell him how you feel, you are lost. So you stare at your hands instead, trying to control their trembling.

Thorin waits for a few heartbeats and then speaks, as if to himself, “I see.”

He gets up from the bed and walks over to his desk, the light from the fireplace dancing over his muscular, well-honed body of a warrior. But you realize the time has come. From now on, the Thorin who held you close mere moments ago is out of your reach. Only Thorin II, King Under the Mountain remains. You search blindly for your clothes, your vision blurry. When you raise your gaze, he is already dressed, wearing a pair of loose trousers and a crumpled shirt that somehow makes him look even more alluring, and yet no longer yours to touch.

“You are right, Lady Ragna, this was just a negotiation.” he speaks coldly, in an official manner, and yet you notice a hint of anger ringing in his voice. Clearly, he is not as unaffected as he wants you to think.

You made him furious, and you are glad. An eye for an eye. He shouldn’t have offered you that humiliating arrangement. He shouldn’t have hurt you the way he did, but he did, and now he is paying for it.

King Thorin Oakenshield’s back is turned towards you, while his hands rummage among the papers on his desk. “I will not require you any longer. That will be all.”

Not able to utter even a word, you dress as quickly as you can, and leave his chambers, ignoring the shaking of your hands, and the heavy weight in your chest. This is for the best, isn’t it? So, what is wrong with you? Then why are you feeling the way he surely wanted you to feel? So worthless, so replaceable? As one of the many tools he would use in the forges, and then cast it aside when it is no longer needed, and then move from one anvil to another. An object. That is what he made you feel like. Once something useful, something important in a way, now an useless piece of scrap metal. You are happy he is suffering, you are happy that for once you made him feel something, something that was not pride, nor triumph. You are happy, Ragna, aren’t you? But if you are happy, then why your tears won’t stop tonight, why every breath hurts so much, why do you want to turn back? Why do you want to run into his rooms and take back every word you said? Isn’t it exactly what you have wanted in the very beginning? A profitable trade agreement and a bit of fun on the side?

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This is the last time you speak with the King Under The Mountain during his visit to the Iron Hills. You don’t get any sleep in the early hours of the morning, but you arrive to the council chamber for the ceremonial signing of the treaty, making sure you look your best, wearing the most lavish gown you own (the one with the deepest cleavage, to turn away everyone’s attention from your reddened eyes). You make a point of staring at the painting of Lord Dain’s great-great-great-great grandfather while he and the king make their speeches. His majesty signs the cursed treaty, but Thorin never graces you with even the smallest of his looks, his brow constantly furrowed, his gaze as stormy as the autumn sky.

Afterwards, Lord Dain applauds you for serving the Iron Hills admirably and securing favorable treaty terms. Everyone else congratulates you for another great success. Soon after, the King of Erebor leaves back to his Mountain. You should feel triumphant, but instead you hear that little voice inside you growing louder as the distance between you grows: “Was this truly what you wanted, Ragna? Was it?”

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Thorin is gone. The king left the Iron Hills a couple of hours ago. You have never gone to the Main Hall to bid him farewell as everyone else did after the treaty was signed. Instead, you have locked yourself in your rooms, trying to pretend that the world beyond your door doesn’t exist.

Thorin is not here. Sitting down on your bed, you move your hand across the mattress, as if hoping to feel the lingering heat of his body. Unfortunately, the bedsheets are unpleasantly cold under your touch.

Thorin has left. He is not coming back. Your bed is empty. Just like your heart.

You are about to get up when your fingers find something small and hard beside one of your pillows. One glance is enough to recognize it. One of Thorin’s braid beads. In your own bed. As if you weren’t trying to forget that he was here, along with his warm gaze, gentle kisses and tender caresses. You still remember the way he held you in his arms. Something aches in your chest and you need to take a deep breath to chase the tears away.

Bringing the bead to your eyes, you recognize all the details. It is made of silver, and there is a small sapphire along with the rune “T” and the symbol of the royal house of Erebor etched in it. You barely register when your hands find one of your braids and clasp the bead around it. The glistening metal complements your hair color well. You steal a glance at your reflection in the bedroom mirror. This is how you could have looked like in another life. Sighing hopelessly, you shake your head. Oh dear, Ragna, is this how bad it got you? Dreaming away about wearing Thorin’s marriage braid along with his bead? Weren’t you supposed to hate being chained to another dwarf this way, surrendering your independence, your freedom? Ah, well. Last night made clear that certain things between you were never meant to happen. Forcefully, you pull off the bead from your hair and throw it blindly on the floor, your vision blurry once more, your cheeks wet yet again. Stupid Ragna. Stupid negotiations. Stupid king.

You decide to sleep on the reclining armchair in the study that night and every night since then. Every time you look at your empty bed, your mind makes you recall how it looked when he was there, so close to you, slumbering peacefully, not a frown sharpening his features. It hurts. You have to ask one of the maids to change your bed linen. Why? Because Lady Ragna, one of Lord Dain’s chief advisors, cannot be trusted to change her own bed sheets. If you had a chance, you would press your nose against the crumpled fabric, inhaling Thorin’s lingering scent, and then shed another round of helpless tears. All because of that one evening you spent together in your chambers, kissing and embracing. Damn him.

That one evening of wallowing in self-pity and drowning your sorrows in Dorwinion wine you promised yourself turns into three days. On the fourth day, Lord Dain finds you in your office sleeping on a pile of documents. You have completely forgotten about that inspection of the forges you were supposed to attend to together with him on that day. You mumble your apologies, trying to ignore the pounding headache and a wave of nausea. He sends you home, telling you to sleep it off.

On the fifth day, you come to your office completely sober and throw yourself into work. Somehow, you manage to survive the day without thinking of Thorin more often than twice every hour. Since then, every day looks the same: work, work, more work, and staying at the office until late evening, until you are numb with tiredness. This way you fall asleep before your head hits the pillow, even though your dreams do not bring you any relief. You don’t really care about it, because at the end of the third week you manage to work out a fragile truce between your heart and your mind (hey, you’re a great negotiator, after all!). The deal is simple: you don’t think and don’t speak about Thorin, making an effort to bury all the memories of him in the deepest corners of your brain. In return, the constant dull pain in your chest is becoming more and more tolerable every day. And then that bloody letter comes and turns everything upside down.

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Three weeks after Thorin Oakenshield’s visit to the Iron Hills

You are staring at a piece of thick parchment emblazoned with golden letters, the Royal Seal of the King of Erebor proudly gracing its bottom part.

Your eyes glide over all the mandatory titles and lengthy niceties only to focus on a single sentence:

It is with great honor that we invite Lady Ragna, daughter of Eldi, to the annual Durin’s Day Feast in Erebor.

The letter is signed in black ink, and you recognize the handwriting:

Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King Under the Mountain

The parchment is shaking. No, your hand is shaking. And your heart is beating fast, too fast. Ragna, calm yourself down! It’s just a stupid letter! You take a deep breath. Then you fill your goblet with water (you can’t even look at the Dorwinion wine any longer, not since… nevermind!) and drink it in one gulp. You read the invitation again, but the blasted letters don’t want to disappear nor form another name. It is clearly addressed to “Ragna”. You.

Thorin Oakenshield, the king of all the Dwarves of Middle-Earth, the dwarf who captured your heart and then tore it apart, wants you to attend his famous Durin’s Day Feast.

Shit.

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Please let me know how you liked this chapter! 🌟🌟🌟Oh, and I have a small announcement to make! 🌟🌟🌟 This fanfic grew yet again (surprise), a bit more (surprise) than I thought it would (surprise). So next week you are going to get a new surprise chapter - showing what happens with Thorin after he returns to Erebor and before he sends that letter to Ragna.

Read it? Like it? Reblog it! Taglist: @fizzyxcustard @shrimpsthings @dark-angel-is-back @sherala007 @amelia307 @jotink78 @anyaspidergirl-blog @tschrist1 @rachel1959 @saltwater-in-the-afternoon @xmly-xo @justfollowtheroad @kirenia15 @linasofia @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

#thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield fanfic #my thoughts #iron hills #erebor #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic #smut #thorin oakenshield smut #all is fair in love and trade

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twopoppies · 2 days ago

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Hello Gina ,

Long time reader .

I'm a minor celebrity ( hate calling myself that ) from the 90s . Married another from then as well. My partner was a child actor all the way from 80s.

Let me say , your blog and others that I found through you has been so entertaining. And spot on with how you describe the entertainment industry. My husband's castmates have even ventured into the music scene , though unsuccessfully. And let me tell you the music scene is ghastly. It's an entire different being compared to hollywood. My agent back in the day unsuccessfully tried to get me into music and thank God I didn't even try ( I wasn't all that talented but that never stopped anyone) . It was a well known fact that , the music industry was where you go to die. Because no one comes out alive . It's so toxic and scary. And this was back then and I'm sure things have gotten worse in most cases even though it might be better in some.

I don't really know much about one direction but I have been listening to some of their music . Anyway , I have nothing to add. No inside information. Just wanted to say how I love your answers and opinions.

Take care .

Hi, darling. This is honestly fascinating. I'm so glad (but also so sad) to know that we're seeing through the gaslighting and have a pretty clear view of what goes on behind the scenes in the entertainment industry (although I'm sure we don't even know the half of it).

I'm so glad you and your partner came out of the system unscathed (or unscathed as one can be). And now I'm wondering who you guys are 👀 LOL! If you ever have stories you want to share, feel free!

And thank you so much for the kind word. I'm glad to know you're enjoying my blog and my ramblings. ❤️

#90s celebrity anon #sorry... but you get a tag #LMAO!#music industry #entertainment industry #behind the scenes #i really need to add some tags

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hyperions-light · 1 day ago

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Taash Week 2025 Day 4 ⏤ Shokra toh Ebra

Thank you to @mageofquandrix once again for providing this lovely screenshot!

Drabble for day four of @datvcompanionweeks' Taash Week event!

Hmmm, I think this could use a little bit more tweaking, but ALSO I think it might be that I'm just so attached to this concept that I'm annoyed I'm not conveying my feelings about it perfectly? lol

So in lieu of perfection, I will say that I think Shokra toh Ebra is one of the unifying themes of Veilguard, and it's so wonderful that Taash plays such a pivotal role in the emotional narrative, through that concept. All of the characters find a more authentic version of themselves through struggling against adversity, and Taash gives voice to that idea. They acknowledge the pain of that journey, and the triumph that it brings <3

When Tama died, Taash thought she was scolding them, one last time, with her words— telling them they still didn't understand what she was trying to teach them— that they weren't Qunari enough.

Shokra toh Ebra. Through struggle, you find what you are.

But the longer they think about it, the less sure they are that she was correcting them. Because she had said that they'd done it. That they'd become more of themself, through their struggle.

They think that maybe the phrase is supposed to be something to hold against the pain of fighting for yourself; something that acknowledges how difficult it can be to endure, but reminds you of the good that can come out of it.

Taash wonders if maybe what Tama had been trying to say, was that she understood how hard it had been, for Taash to find themselves. And that she was… proud of them, for doing that. She was trying to acknowledge that, maybe.

But they're not sure. They could be getting it wrong— again.

So they ask Rook. They can be really good with serious stuff, sometimes— good at listening.

Rook turns their head to the side, slightly, like a bird.

"I didn't know her like you did, Taash. But I'm positive she was proud of you— the way she talked about you… I think you were the most important thing in the world, to her."

Taash swallows back the sudden tightness in their throat. They squeeze their hands together, where they're clasped, in the gap between their spread legs.

"Why didn't she just say that? Would have been less confusing."

Rook hums.

"Maybe she felt like the way she would have said it wasn't right. She told me she thought she wasn't that good of a mother, to you— that she'd messed a lot of things up, because she didn't really know how to raise you. Maybe she was just…. afraid to mess up the last thing she got to say to you, so she picked somebody else's words."

Taash looks down. Their eyes trace the dar-saam, wrapped carefully, precisely around their arms.

"She didn't mess it up. And I didn't want anyone else's words. I wanted hers."

Rook leans toward them, hovering; like they want to touch Taash, but aren't sure they should.

"Sometimes it's hard to figure out how to say what you mean, right?"

Taash nods. There are days where they get so frustrated about that— that they can't seem to say things in a way people will understand.

"I think it might have been hard for her, too. She didn't have the right words to tell you how she felt— nobody taught her how. I think she was just… hoping that you would understand her, eventually. Because you knew her better than anyone."

Taash scowls, frustrated.

"But I didn't get it. I messed it up."

"No, you didn't," Rook insists. "You just told me you've spent all this time thinking about it. Figuring it out."

"But I took too long."

"Was there a time limit?" they say, smiling.

Taash frowns.

"No, I mean… I didn't get it right away, when she said it. I was mad at her. I didn't feel the right thing. I didn't feel the way she wanted me to."

And that's… they're disappointed in themselves. That they couldn't get it right, again. That they let her down, when it was so important.

"That's not fair to you, Taash," Rook says stubbornly. "You were both stressed, and she was in danger, and then we had to fight a dragon. Sometimes people just don't understand each other, right away. That's not your fault, and it's not hers, either. You figured out how she meant it, right?"

"Yeah."

Tama loved teaching people; loved the Qunari; loved Taash.

Explaining things was part of the way she showed people her love. Giving Taash their heritage was, too.

They can see now, how she was trying to wrap up all of the things she loved, together.

"Then I think she'd be happy. Because all she wanted was for you to know how proud of you she was."

Taash nods, silently, tears falling on their clasped hands.

Rook crouches in front of where they're sitting, looking up into their face. Through their tears Taash can see Rook's eyes, soft with sympathy.

"Can I… do you want a hug? Would it help?"

They don't think it would. But they reach out and grab Rook's hand, and that feels okay. Feels better.

#taashweek2025 #taash #dragon age #veilguard #dragon age taash #taash the dragon hunter #da taash #evataash #dragon age the veilguard #datv #da veilguard #dragon age veilguard #veilguard spoilers #datv spoilers

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yeryeryea · 2 days ago

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8 underrated eremika fanfics that I think definitely deserve way more recognition, appreciation, and love:

🤍 Anamnesis by Karizard (@karizard-ao3)

I've reread this a few times and it gave me a sci-fi movie vibe based on those romance, humor elements, and family scenes. It's rare to see Mikasa as a fuckgirl and Eren being the absolute wife guy ever (trust me, it's really sweet). The idea that every au of eremika has them deeply loving each other is so appealing, I love them and can easily imagine their lives when I'm dozing off lol. And I literally screamed when canon Eren appears! Imagine if this were a Netflix series, just picture the trailer with Eren's titan roar as one of the episodes even if it's just a quick black screen for one second. It would totally hype everyone up!

🤍 ocho by AphoticW

It's very sweet and I think Eremika in this au has the healthiest relationship ever! And for the first time I can actually accept jeankasa while reading. It was really refreshing and gave me a new perspective on their dynamic, something I didn't expect to enjoy as much as I did when I saw the title. It really caught me off guard in the best way possible.

🤍 My Emotional Kaleidoscope by On_kamis_green_earth

It's hard to find a mature fanfic that includes the topics I'm interested in, like addiction and its effects. There aren't many fluffy moments in this au but there are very realistic problems that really make you think. I was hooked right after the first chapter. It feels so raw and real, unlike the typical dramatic fanfics that can feel a bit too far removed from the harsh realities of life (yes I'm talking about DF lol). I love how it dives into deep emotional themes without sugarcoating anything. The complexity of the characters really stands out and keeps me engaged throughout.

🤍 see you later (the series) by sinigangsta (@sinigangsta-ao3)

This is a great series about canon eremika! The way it explores their bond is so genuine and heartfelt. I love how it delves into the everyday moments of their life and shows their connection. It's not just about the big moments but the little things that make their relationship so endearing. And there's smut! Plenty of them :) Lots of steamy moments that really add to the chemistry.

🤍 i can't think of anything funny to say by miriamika

[Still updating] It's hilarious and brings a fresh twist with its unique 1950s time setting. The humor is spot-on, and the fun mix of comedy and nostalgia had me laughing out loud while also appreciating the content. I really hope the author comes back one day to give us more!

🤍 Porcelain Menial by cxcassi (@cxcassii)

[Still updating] To say it's sexy, hot, sultry, passionate, or anything else is seriously an understatement! I love how Eren's character shifts from being kinda casual with his intentions to completely serious when they finally sleep together lol. It's like watching him evolve. This is definitely a fanfic people should check out and I'm waiting for more! Can't wait to see where it goes next!

🤍 The U and I in Security by Shining TEA

[Still updating] I don't think there's any other eremika fanfic that sets them up as security guards! It's hilarious, not just between eremika but literally between everyone. It's kind of a slow burn, but each chapter just keeps getting better. I was literally cracking up during their soccer game! Also, Eren tries to deny, or should I say, can't quite figure out his feelings in the cutest way, and it was so amazing. I hope the author updates soon!

🤍 Gangsta's Paradise by Drift1607

The criminal x cop relationship actually reminded me of Zootopia. I just realized it's kind of like an ‘old’ fanfic but I've reread it a few times now. Eren in this au is so funny and refreshing, unlike other aus where he's more serious or something, his lines had me laughing nonstop. But just a heads up, there's a bit of ereannie smut in one of the chapters (😿), but I'm sure it's still a great fanfic that's definitely worth reading! It's fun and full of personality, so if you like a unique spin on their dynamic, you'll love it.

#my opinion #fanfic #eremika #Don’t say anything bad if you don’t love them as much as I do!#worth sharing

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bloo-the-dragon · 19 hours ago

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Roleswap mer eclipse and ruin could have adopted baby mers?

They're could have their own baby later on?

The roleswap versions would also have a baby Loon too yes :3 Eclipse would be the one who'd bear the egg in this version.

In fact i've talked about it with friends before and even made a joke about Eclipse sort of accidentely triggering the egg making process because when he's having sleepy cuddles with Ruin, he has a moment of thinking what if they had a child together? And in his sleep adled state he thinks it could be nice. He'd like that.

Then he wakes up later feeling funny before he realises and he's just oh shit i'm making a kid. Cue a very embarressed mer having to tell his robot mate that uh. Yeah they're having an unexpected kid and the brief panic in both as they try to prepare for this lol.

I havn't decided if this is how it would happen officially for the swap au yet, but it does make me laugh thinking about it and it's absurd/silly enough to fit their dynamic lmao.

(Btw i'm gonna add the rest of my reply under a cut because i got carried away sharing some sadder lore stuff regarding Loon in the swap au gfjkgh prepare thineselves)

On a slightly sadder note though, Loon would be born without a withered arm (he'd still have a weak jaw/vocals though that's just something he was born with naturally. The withered arm was a result of his egg nearly dying after creation) but he would end up losing that same arm only a couple weeks after hatching during an accident where he gets it trapped/crushed by some old machinery he happens across while playing outside after escaping Eclipse and Ruin who are asleep in the lighthouse.

They'd be awoken by the shrill shrieks and when they find him, it's clear the arm is far to mangled to save. Ruin would have to amputate it, and Eclipse - who would be utterly devastated at the sight of his kid being this badly hurt, of allowing this to happen again not protecting a pup, his pup and letting them get badly hurt. He would leave and head to the beach cave where he would stay for a number of days, sulking and stricken with sadness and anger at himself.

Ruin meanwhile after completing the amputation and calming down tiny Loon after cleaning up and sewing the stump, would need a moment to himself to just. Calm down. He's used to working under high stress given his job, but this would have shaken him quite a lot. It would pain him deeply to see a child hurt so badly, especially his own. Ruin would then have to check on the other pups too, Sols and the Peas just to make sure they're all ok too before going to check on Eclipse.

However when he finds Eclipse in the cave, Eclipse would be so upset he'd hiss at Ruin and even swipe and flare at him. But doing that would have only made Eclipse feel worse about the situation, especially with how hurt Ruin looks. But the robot would allow Eclipse his alone time, telling him he'll be back at the lighthouse with the pups when he's ready to come back.

Eclipse doesn't return for over a week. But every day, Ruin would continue to visit him. Eclipse wouldn't swipe or flare at him again, he'd be a depressed lump on the cave floor facing away from the entryway, only hissing at Ruin whenever he showed up prompting the animatronic to leave each time.

Until Ruin, who had been doing his best to look after and provide for the pups by himself in Eclipse's absence, having to reassure them Eclipse just needed some alone time when they kept asking after him and overall just missing his partner would finally have enough.

Because Ruin was also dealing with the guilt of having allowed their child to get badly hurt and while he knew Eclipse was also hurting for the same reason he was starting to believe maybe Eclipse hated him too, blamed him for the accident.

So he goes into the cave, ignores the hissing and instead sits by Eclipse and apologises for what happened to Loon, for allowing it to happen. How he's sorry for causing Eclipse so much grief and that the children miss him. He misses him. And Eclipse, realising how Ruin felt about it, the guilt he had and thinking it was his fault combined with his own crippling lonliness from his self exile/isolation that had been growing since then would just. He'd flip around and coil around Ruin, pressing his face into his chest and holding him close.

Because in truth he never blamed Ruin, only himself. Isolated himself away because the last time he harmed a pup he was kicked from his pod and he feared the same happening again here, even if he felt he deserved it. But as it turns out, he was missed and wanted still, by the pups and his mate. They still wanted him around. They wern't mad, and they wern't blaming him.

After the two hold each other for a while, Eclipse would tell him he's not mad at Ruin, he never was. Only at himself. And Ruin would tell him he was the same way. In the end it was an accident, neither of their faults. And little Loon despite it all, is still as fiesty and energetic as ever. Misses his dad, misses Eclipse. So do the other pups. And Ruin is finally able to convince Eclipse to return back to the lighthouse with him. And he does, and ends up getting tackled by four pups very happy to see him again!

Overall a very sad and stressful week for everyone, Ruin and Eclipse especially but they manage to get through it in the end and the two would have a stronger bond than ever before as a result of it. And Loon would mostly forget about the entire ordeal eventually, though he'd not play around any dangerous looking machinery again!

#questions and answers #anon #sams mer au #loon #eaps ruin #eaps eclipse #sams swapped mer au #eclipse x ruin #but it's a qpr

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butterflydm · 2 days ago

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Some mid-morning thoughts on WoT 3x01-3x03

(I woke up to eat and take my morning meds but will try to sleep again afterwards if I can manage it - I took a half-day off work so that I can sleep in, so we'll see how that goes lol!)

Let's see what else my brain can think of while it has a little more sleep in the bank. Still have not rewatched the episodes yet. Spoilers through The Gathering Storm (if you know, you know).

I am not going to try to split these up into episodes, because I see that even last night, I totally failed at that (Rahvin's reveal is in the opening of 3x03, not at the end of 3x02, I think). We're not even trying until I do individual rewatches of the episodes.

I am feeling more charitable about Randgwene not being broken up yet, because there really wasn't any time for a break-up in those episodes, they were packed. Does it startle me every time they sleep in the same general area of each other and touch each other's faces? Also yes.

It's interesting (to me) that these romances are the place where I'm having the hardest time separating book expectations from show expectations -- Randlayne & Avirand's interactions thrill me because of how book!accurate the vibes are; Avilayne hooking up so quickly is a mild disappointment because of how unlike their book relationship it feels (I did want canon Avilayne but I wanted a slowburn and for them to really intimately get to know each other first); Randgwene still being together feels like I am suffering through an eternity of slow torment (slight exaggeration).

It's interesting to me because I've had such an easy time shaking off other adaptations that were made, so this one aspect having a harder time to shake really does stand out to me. Is it due to my invest in the polycule -- both of the changes that I'm having a difficult time with directly impact the vibes and timing of the polycule, so maybe it's that. idk.

I was thrilled at our tiny glimpse of Ryma, safe (?) in the White Tower. She made it out! <3

I love how much of an Elayne-focus we got in ep2! Not quite as extensive as the Nynaeve & Egwene focuses in their respective s2 episodes but she was a huge huge part of 3x02 and I feel like we learned so much about her and her family.

Starting with! The politics of Andor being more cutthroat immediately reminded me of how the nobility of Seanchan and the Imperial family operate. I gasped when she ordered the throats cut of all the noble heads of house but definitely understood why (politically) -- the men can't inherit the Lion Throne. Ouch that all three of those ladies had male family members ready to stab them in the back to save their own lives. I'm guessing we're also setting up a contrast to how Elayne will go about her own Succession.

Elaida crowning Morgase -- I feel like we can tick off that box on the "unexpected ship vibes" bingo!

I really liked the way they protrayed the family dynamic of the Trakands (and they did introduce Galad "of House Trakand", I'm pretty sure, so he is at least officially a Trakand in the eyes of Andor) and it was so insidious how perfectly Gaebril felt like he fit right in with them.

But yes: Galad -- the overprotective big brother who follows the rules too hard and stifles Elayne. Gaywn -- the fun middle brother that Elayne is more willing to trust because he's more relaxed and not always making her follow the rules. And Elayne -- our sheltered baby princess who is overcompensating by being a party girl now that she's had a taste of freedom.

The show also continues to make sure we know that none of these kids are virgins, lol.

Giving Sheriam's plot of Verin re: the Gray Man! Oh, I see what the show did there! They've definitely made Verin Suspicious. And Elayne and Nynaeve are duly suspicious of them. And everyone else.

And our kiddos did, once again, sneak out in the dead of night. And Siuan doesn't even have a clue where they really went, because Amico and Joiya are both offering other locations, on account of being lying liars who lie, and Elayne and Nynaeve don't feel like they can trust anyone in the Tower! So she will genuinely not have any answers to give Galad and Gawyn (and Galad has clearly already been reading some iffy material when it comes to Aes Sedai. I can't remember what the Whitecloaks special textbook is. But probably that). But Siuan also very much is the person who set them on their course, so she does bear responsibility as their 'leader' too.

I like that Min & Mat still haven't fully settled their issues and now she's had Yet Another traumatic viewing about her (putting the hanging from s2 into her little intro video was a secret sneak peek!). There's a lot of interesting meat going on in that to unpack. Oh! We definitely get our Min x Elaida space on the Unexpected Ship Vibes Bingo! That scene they had together was fantastic! Elaida in general was great but I really want a rewatch before I pick out anything in particular.

Mat's storyline continues to be the one that throws me the most curveballs, as always! They held back both the duel and the doorway longer than I had expected. I'm guessing there's a doorway in Tanchico for Mat to go through, given Min's viewing. I really enjoyed his storyline throughout the three episodes. After s2 had his emotional focus much more on Rand, it does make sense to branch out and put more weight on his relationships with some of the other Emond's Fielders (Nynaeve here, but also Perrin doing his best to try to save Mat's family).

I do find it interesting that the show hasn't made any space for Mat & Egwene to interact, especially after Egwene went on the offensive in the 'make up talk' with Rand in 1x07 about how she would TOTALLY die for Mat if need be. I mean. Maybe she would because she would die for any of them (much like Moiraine said she would have healed any of them to brush off Rand's thanks to her after she healed Mat) but they definitely are the least close out of all of the EF5. Which makes it even more interesting that Rand made fantasy!Egwene so fondly exasperated by Mat in his dream in 1x08. Rand really wishes that his bff and his girlfriend got along better.

Speaking of girlfriends!

Lanfear doing the duel tempting of Rand alongside the tormenting of Egwene really shows off both that she is very skilled in TAR and also shows us that however soft she pretends to be with Rand (willing to lie out before his feet if he says "rug", you might say. haha thrilled that particular petty bitchy line made it into the show), she is a horrible fucking person. And she's been doing this all along, it sounds like! Egwene dreams about Renna EVERY NIGHT!

It does look like we might still get our on-screen sister-wives relationship in the show, but with Bair-Rhuarc-Lian instead of Amys (for production reasons, I believe. Apparently Bair was cast first and then they hit their character limit? I don't recall the details). We'll know for certain when/if we go to Cold Rocks Hold.

Perrin's plotline feels so much like the books that I feel like I have little to say about it! I enjoyed it! I like that the apple orchard is his family's graveyard in general but that we are explaining away the absence of some actors (Tam, Abell... someone else?) by having them having safely spirited away the Aybaras to protect them from the Whitecloaks.

Very glad Faile was introduced in 3x03 and we aren't waiting until 3x05! I like their vibes already. I mean, I think I only really had an issue with them with a. the domestic violence in TSR (but we've already passed that point here) and b. the constant jealousy (we don't have Perrin's internal monologue, so we won't get this) and c. the silliest 'triangle' in the world with Berelain-Perrin-Faile (remains to be seen). Cut those things out and I find them very charming!

I find that the super-book accurate things, I don't have as much to say about!

Okay, I'm going to try to get some more sleep before I need to get ready for work!

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