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[fafnir19]

The Fairy Tale

The snow-capped mountains loomed ahead, their peaks piercing the azure sky, as Finn and his father, Hergen, made their way through the quaint mountain town. Finn, a young man of twenty, with a slender build and bright, curious eyes, clutched his gloved hands together, his breath forming small clouds in the chilly air. He was not one for outdoor excursions, preferring the cozy confines of his home with a good book. But today was different; his father had convinced him to embark on a journey to the glacier caves, a place of nature wonders. As they wandered through the bustling Christmas market, the aroma of spiced glögg and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the sound of cheerful carols.

Finn's eyes sparkled as he took in the festive atmosphere, feeling a sense of warmth and joy despite the cold. He and his father shared a hot cup of glögg, their breath mingling with the steam rising from the mulled wine. It was a moment of connection, a rare occasion when Finn felt truly at ease with his father, who was often away on his scientific expeditions. "Dad, I'm glad we came here. It's like a winter wonderland," Finn said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. Hergen smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought you'd enjoy it, my boy. But wait until you see the glacier caves tomorrow. They are a marvel of nature, unlike anything you've ever witnessed."

While Hergen was chatting with some other adventurous guys about the best hike to the caves, Finn glanced at the old woman selling the glögg, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she poured him a generous cup. “Tomorrow, my father and I are exploring the glacier caves!” Finn said, a hint of excitement breaking through his usual anxiety. Her expression shifted, lips pressing together in a tight line. “You should think twice, boy. The fairies live there. They can be dangerous if disturbed.” Finn chuckled, shaking his head. “Fairies? You must be joking. That’s just nonsense, right?” “No joke at all,” she replied, her voice low and serious. “They are not to be trifled with.” “Right,” Finn said, rolling his eyes as he turned to Hergen. “Next, she’ll tell me about unicorns and elves.” Hergen laughed, clearly entertained. “Maybe they’ll offer us some magical glögg!” The old woman shot them a stern look before turning away, leaving Finn to sip his drink.

The next morning, as the sun bathed the snow-covered landscape in a golden glow, Finn and Hergen set out for the glacier caves. The journey was arduous, the cold biting at their exposed skin, but Finn's excitement grew with every step. The caves loomed ahead, a majestic sight with their shimmering ice formations and deep, mysterious crevices. "This is it, Finn. The glacier caves," Hergen said, his voice filled with awe. "Let's explore, but remember to stay together and be mindful of our surroundings." Finn nodded, his eyes wide as he took in the breathtaking beauty around him. He ventured deeper into the caves, his breath catching at the sight of glittering ice columns and intricate frozen sculptures.

As he wandered, a peculiar sight caught his attention. Tiny glowing orbs fluttered in the frosty air, resembling fireflies, but their presence in this frigid environment was baffling. Intrigued, Finn approached, his curiosity overcoming his initial hesitation. As he drew closer, he realized these were no ordinary insects. Their delicate wings shimmered with an otherworldly light, and their size was larger than any firefly he had ever seen. With a gentle motion, he reached out, capturing one of the creatures in his palm. It struggled, its wings creating a soft whirring sound, like a tiny bellows. "How dare you invade the realm of the fairies!" The creature's voice, high-pitched and indignant, startled Finn. He stared at the fairy, its tiny features contorted in anger. "Let me go at once! I will not tolerate this intrusion!" Finn's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had heard tales of fairies, but never imagined he would encounter one. "I-I apologize," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. "I meant no harm. I was merely curious." The fairy's expression turned from anger to suspicion. "Curiosity, you say? Well, you've trespassed, and punishment is due. I'll call for help, and you'll face the consequences!"

A voice, like a whispered secret, slithered into Finn's mind. *Eat it, Finn!* a voice whispered in his mind, insistent and seductive. *Swallow it, and your troubles will be over.* The command was so sudden and compelling that Finn found himself obeying without hesitation. He opened his mouth and, with a quick motion, popped the fairy into his mouth. It tasted like sparkling sugar, and as he swallowed, a rush of warmth spread through his body. As the fairy slid down his throat, a transformation began. Finn's

body trembled, and he felt a strange sensation, as if his very essence was being reshaped. His hair, once straight and blond, began to curl and lengthen, framing his face in a stylish fade cut. His ears, once rounded and human, elongated and became pointed, a clear sign of his newfound fairy heritage. But the transformation didn't stop there. His red expedition suit, a practical choice for the cold, morphed into something altogether different. The fabric shifted and changed, transforming into light blue leather pants that hugged his legs like a second skin, leaving his upper body bare. He stood there, stunned, as the reality of his new appearance sank in.

"Dad!" he cried out, startled by his own voice, which had taken on a deeper, more resonant tone. Hergen, who had been collecting samples nearby, rushed over, his eyes widening at the sight of his son. "Finn! What's happening?" But before he could reach his son, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its towering stature and matted black fur sending a shiver down Finn's spine. The creature's eyes glowed with an unearthly crimson light, and its wolf-like snout revealed sharp fangs. "Who—who are you?" Finn stammered, his voice barely audible. The creature stepped closer, its massive paws leaving frosty imprints on the ground. "I am Malgoth, the true ruler of these caves. And you are now under my command."

Hergen, who had been observing the exchange with growing concern, rushed to Finn's side. "Stay away from my son!" he shouted, his voice filled with protective fury. Malgoth's laughter boomed, causing icicles to tremble and fall. "Your son is no longer under your protection, human. He belongs to the fairy realm now."

Finn wanted to flee, to escape this terrifying presence, but before he could move, the creature was upon him, its massive paw pinning him down. A low, sinister chuckle rumbled from its throat, "Welcome to your new reality. You'll find your kind is easily swayed." "What's happening to me?" Finn whispered, his voice now carrying a hint of wonder. Malgoth's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "You've swallowed the fairy, and now you've become one of them. A fairy prince, with all the powers and pleasures that come with it." He stepped closer, his massive claws clicking against the ice. "And I have plans for you, my prince." Finn struggled, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as the creature's hand moved to his ear, stroking the delicate point with a single claw.

A jolt of pleasure shot through him, so intense it left him breathless. "Ah, I see you've discovered the pleasure of the fairy ears," the creature said, its voice dripping with satisfaction. "So sensitive, so responsive. It's no wonder they are your greatest weakness." Finn's breath coming in short gasps as the creature continued to stroke his ear, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. "No, I..." Finn began, his voice trailing off into a moan as his body betrayed his words. "Your body speaks the truth," Malgoth whispered, his breath hot against Finn's ear. "You like being touched, caressed by a powerful man. It's a feeling you've never known before, but now it's yours to enjoy." Finn's heart pounded, and he felt a warmth spreading through his body, pooling in his groin. His cock hardened, straining against the tight leather pants, and he couldn't deny the pleasure he was experiencing. Hergen, witnessing his son's transformation and the creature's manipulation, felt a surge of helplessness. He knew he couldn't physically overpower Malgoth, not with those massive claws and imposing stature. But he had to do something, anything, to protect his son. "Stay away from him!" Hergen shouted, his voice echoing off the icy walls. "You won't turn my son into some fairy plaything!" Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, causing the ice to tremble. "Oh, but he's already becoming my plaything, and he's enjoying it. Isn't that right, fairy prince?" Finn's mouth was dry, and he could only nod, his eyes locked on Malgoth's. The creature's words were like a spell, binding him, making him want to submit, to explore this new, forbidden pleasure. "Think about it, Finn," Malgoth whispered, his voice a dark temptation.

"Imagine being cared for by a man, strong and powerful, who can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. It's a feeling you crave, deep within your fairy soul." Finn's hand moved to his cock, stroking it through the leather pants, and he moaned softly. The sensation was incredible, and he couldn't deny the truth in Malgoth's words. He had always felt different, shy and anxious, but now, as a fairy prince, he felt a newfound confidence in his sexuality. "That's it, Finn," Malgoth encouraged, his voice a soft purr. "Pleasure yourself. Think of me, of the power I hold over you, and how it excites you."

Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind filled with images of Malgoth, of powerful men, and the forbidden sensations coursing through his body. Malgoth stepped closer, his claws gently caressing Finn's lips. "Imagine your lips around a cock, sucking, pleasing a man. It's what you want, isn't it?" Finn's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself leaning forward, his mouth seeking the creature's fingers. He sucked on them eagerly, his tongue swirling, and he moaned around the digits, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes, that's it," Malgoth whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a natural, fairy prince. Embrace your desires, and they will set you free." Finn's hand moved to the waistband of his leather pants, and he pulled them down, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He stroked himself, his hips bucking with each stroke, and he couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips.

"I'm so close," he panted, his eyes locked on Malgoth, who lounged casually on a nearby stone, watching the show with a satisfied smirk. "Do you want to see me cum?" Finn teased, his voice breathless. Malgoth's smirk widened, and he nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn's body. "Go on, fairy prince. Show me how much you've embraced your new nature." Finn's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His body trembled, and he threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, his cum painting his stomach and thighs. As he caught his breath, Finn wiped the cum from his body, his hand trembling. He felt a strange urge, a desire to taste himself, to experience the essence of his newfound nature. "Finn, stop!" Hergen shouted, his voice filled with horror as he watched his son's actions. "What has that creature done to you?" But Finn was beyond listening. He teased his father with a playful smile, then brought his hand to his mouth, licking the cum from his fingers. The taste was sweet and salty, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him, awakening a new, insatiable desire. "Ah, the taste of your own seed," Malgoth purred, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "It seals your transformation, fairy prince.

From now on, you'll crave the taste of cum, especially that of powerful men. It's your new addiction, and it will bind you to me." Finn's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He had become a creature of pleasure, a dark fairy prince, and the untamable desire to suck cocks, to please men, was now his driving force. Malgoth's laughter filled the cave, a dark, triumphant sound. "Your corruption is complete, and your conversion is final. Welcome, my dark fairy prince. You are now a part of my plan, a key to my conquest of the fairy realm." Hergen, witnessing the transformation of his son and the creature's sinister plans, knew he had to act. But before he could make a move, Malgoth raised a massive paw, and a blizzard erupted, filling the cave with swirling snow. When it cleared, Finn was gone, spirited away by the dark creature. Hergen stood alone in the now silent cave, his mind racing. He knew he had to find his son, to help him, but how could he possibly challenge such a powerful and malevolent force?

Hergen couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the door to find Finn on his doorstep, weeks after their harrowing adventure in the glacier caves. The young man had changed, his once-pointed ears now rounded, more human-like, but he exuded a new, captivating presence.

His father's heart swelled with relief and joy. "Son, you're back! You've escaped that creature... but you're different." Hergen's voice trailed off as he took in Finn's transformation. Finn smiled, his eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "I'm free, Father. But the changes... they're not all gone."

Later that evening, Finn and his cousin, Claas, a lively 23-year-old, set off for a frat party. Finn carried a tray of meatballs that were intended as finger food for the party.

As the alcohol flowed and the party's energy peaked, the cousins made their way through the crowd and Claas noticed something peculiar. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in a full-length mirror, but it wasn't their usual selves staring back. Instead, Claas saw the gay fairy prince from the glacier, with his pointed ears and silver armor.

Beside prince Finn standing himself - bare-chested. Confused and startled, Claas grabbed Finn's arm. "What sorcery is this? I see you as that fairy prince, and myself... with no shirt!" Finn's smirk revealed his secret plan.

"Oh, Claas, it's already begun. You see, these meatballs you've been enjoying... they're not just any ordinary meat. They're fairy meat!" As he spoke, a chilling breeze swept through the house. The temperature dropped, and a blizzard erupted within the very heart of the fraternity, encasing everything in a glittering layer of ice and the mirror's surface frosted over. The transformation was not limited to the environment; it affected the fraternity brothers as well. One by one, they underwent a magical change, their bodies becoming slender and graceful, their ears growing pointed, and their tuxedos became sparkling armors. Their eyes widened in wonder and lust as they, too, became gay fairies, their human forms a distant memory.

The new fairies, driven by an instinctual desire, swarmed around Finn, their prince. Claas, overcome with devotion, fell to his knees, his eyes locked on Finn's crotch. "My prince," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration and submission. "I see now that you are the fairy prince, returned to claim your throne. Allow me to serve you." With that, he leaned forward and took Finn's cock into his mouth, his newfound fairy nature driving him to pleasure his newfound prince. The other transformed fraternity brothers joined Claas, their hands and lips caressing Finn's body. Finn's senses were overwhelmed by the touch of so many eager fairies. He felt his cock stiffen further, the pleasure intensifying with each passing moment. The memory of his human life began to fade as the fairies' attentions focused on his pointed ears, sending shivers of delight through his body. "Enough!" Finn cried out, his voice laced with both pleasure and panic. "I... I can't remember... my human life is slipping away." But the fairies did not heed his plea, their hands and mouths working in unison to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. As the last vestiges of his human memories faded, Finn surrendered to the pleasure, his voice now filled with authority and desire. "Yes, my subjects. Serve your horny prince's cock!"

As the party descended into a haze of passion and ecstasy, the fairies, including Finn and Claas, disappeared into the glacier cave, drawn by an unseen force. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, awaited them, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Welcome, my new creations," he purred, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "You are a new fairy race, and your sustenance shall be the essence of powerful men. Their cum will fuel your existence."

The air crackled with anticipation as the new fairy prince, Finn, stood amidst the frozen realm, his presence causing a stir among the fairy subjects, once frat bros. Claas couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he witnessed Finn's transformation and the adoration it elicited from their fellow fairies. Malgoth, the dark manipulator, seized this opportunity to plant a seed of discord in Claas's mind. "You should be the prince," Malgoth whispered, his breath like a chilling breeze against Claas's ear. "You are older, stronger. Imagine Finn beneath you, helpless, as you claim his body and his power."

Claas couldn't shake the vision of himself as the dominant fairy prince, with Finn as his submissive. The thought of entering Finn's body, claiming him, sent shivers down his spine. He pictured himself thrusting into Finn's willing form, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As the party continued in the glacier cave, Claas' gaze kept returning to Finn, now surrounded by the former frat boys, all of them gay fairies under his command. The sight of their pleasure-filled faces only intensified Claas' yearning. He wanted to be the one causing Finn's moans, to have that power over the prince. "I could take what's rightfully mine," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I could make him submit."

The ancient glaciers, once serene, now echoed with the sinister laughter of Malgoth, the corrupted spirit. His plan was unfolding beautifully, and soon, the fairy realm would be his. He had found the perfect pawn in Finn, the shy human boy who had unwittingly become a fairy prince. "Your destiny awaits, my prince. The human town will fall, and from its ruins, our realm shall flourish!" Finn's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and a newfound lust for power. "The time has come," Malgoth's declared, his voice echoing through the icy chamber. "Feed the fairy meat to the young lads in the town, and watch as they succumb to their desires, becoming warriors of our realm." Finn's heart raced. He knew his mission—to corrupt the town's sons, one by one. With each fairy consumed, a new gay fairy would emerge, until every son of this town is under Finn’s command, so  that the human town would lose its protectors. Malgoth's laughed, "The humans will lose their precious sons to our corruption, and their town will be ours. An eternal winter awaits them, a fitting grave for their defiance."

The icy wind howled outside, as if in prediction of the impending doom. "I understand, master," Finn replied, his voice steady, laced with a dark promise. "I shall fulfill my role and bring forth the era of the gay fairy realm."

As the blizzard subsided, the new fairy army, led by their dark prince, Finn, disappeared into the night, ready to spread their enchantment over the unsuspecting town and fulfill Malgoth's vision of a icy gay fairy empire.

[lethalchiralium]

Happiness Headcanons

(NSFW at the end, as a treat 😌)

- There’s nothing more addictive to Simon than the love of his wife. (Maybe your smell, but probably not.) Simon’s never been consumed by love before (other than Winnie and Mellie) so he is just desperately wanting to protect that.

- He will hold Winnie up by an ankle and pretend he’s selling a prize fish at the market. (She giggles loudly and thrashes, he says, “Oh! ‘ve caught a live one!”)

- The 141 is over pretty much every weekend when they’re on base for long stretches of time. Most of the time they fuss over you cooking, so they bring takeout.

- Winnie likes to dress you some days. Usually it’s just a fun t-shirt and colorful sweatpants or jeans, but sometimes she tugs on a dress you haven’t worn in a while. “Please?” She’ll say, and you have literally no will to say no to her.

- The 141 calls you ‘Missus’ religiously. You’re convinced Price doesn’t know your real name. (He knows your name, he just finds it funny to call you ‘Missus’.)

- Simon secretly LOVES to wash your hair on wash days. He’ll learn your routine from back to front without your knowledge and ask one day to wash your hair. You don’t recall a time since that you’ve had to wash your own hair when he’s home.

- Simon started to learn to love snow when you two started dating. You brought him home to Maine, you were then snowed into your family cabin with just Winnie. Watching her play in the snow was one of his favorite moments.

- He sits at princess tea parties without complaint. Will chat with the cat on duty, who is trying to steal Winnie’s plastic cups. (Missy has had to be held before she starts tearing up stuffies.)

- You always make Simon’s tea first before your own drink. You take time to make it perfect, all because you love seeing him smile as you hand him his “Best Dad Ever” mug.

- Mellie vocalizes to herself to sleep. When she started saying “Dada”, she’d say that to get herself to sleep. Freaked Simon out the first time he heard it on the baby monitor.

- Winnie has an obsession with ice cubes, only because she feeds them to Missy. (“Mama! Ice coobe?” “No, baby. You gave her enough.” “But-“ “No.”)

- Simon can’t figure out how to braid hair for the life of him. It’s somehow too much finger movement, you laughed at that statement.

- There’s a dress you lost in between moving from America to England to be Winnie’s nanny (then subsequently her mom), it was your favorite dress ever. And Simon’s been looking for an exact copy since you two started dating. (He has it in a box in the attic with your due date on it, a surprise for birthing his next baby.)

- Winnie loves seeing you in dresses, she always squeals and compliments you on how pretty you are. She makes you comfortable in your own skin.

- Mellie likes to be wrapped to your chest, little fingers holding onto your shirt as you pick up around the house. She usually falls asleep after fifteen minutes, she just loves to be close to you. It’s the safest place she could ever be.

- Simon likes to lay on the couch with his leg hiked up on the back, so when you come to lay on his chest, he can trap you in. Surprise trap style. (You don’t have the heart to tell him you see it coming every time.)

- Simon plans dates every week.

- You buy tickets to sports events or concerts once every few months and beg him to go. He always says yes.

- He doesn’t sing at all. He’ll hum, but that’s about it. (Which is a lie, he sings little lullabies to his daughters to get them to sleep most nights.)

- Gaz is the go-to babysitter, but if they need to go somewhere overnight, they go to Price. You’ll give Soap a chance every once in a blue moon, but he usually gets drawn on. Head to toe. And is the only uncle who gets terrorized by your five year old. (Simon calls it karma.)

- Missy obviously adores Simon, but when Simon’s busy with the girls, she’ll rub up on your legs and purr like a motorboat.

- Mellie crawls a lot, but she usually likes to pull herself to stand next to the couch - little face staring you down as you sit down. “What, baby? Wanna snuggle?” A little hand reaches up for you, you’re quick to scoop her up and lay down with her. (You always kiss her cheeks, she squeals and makes kissy noises back.)

- You kiss him before you fall asleep every night. The one night you didn’t, he thought you were mad at him. Turns out you were sick and didn’t want to get him sick, but he was incredibly butt hurt about not getting a kiss from his wife.

- Winnie’s favorite color is green. It offends Soap to high heaven since he believes she must secretly be Irish. (Simon nor Winnie’s birth mom are Irish.) You’ve taken the liberty to decide that Mellie’s color is purple.

- Simon takes over laundry and dishes most days so you can recuperate. Raising an almost six year old and almost one year old while having somewhat on and off morning sickness is difficult. (He takes over all duties when you’re essentially locked in the bathroom all day.)

- Gaz and Soap will show up unannounced and essentially push your children to the living room. They’re making blanket forts and drawing with crayons on big sheets of paper. They’ll sit and watch movies, excited that the girls love to spend time with them.

- Winnie’s lunch box and backpack are green and decorated with flowers, she loves them both.

- Simon likes to be held. He’ll shift in the night so his head is on your chest, hands on his back. Hearing you breathe calms him. Hearing your heartbeat helps him breathe easier. (It’s hard not to think about how much his family would’ve loved you.)

- Simon writes down what kind of makeup you like to wear so he can order them if you’re getting low. (No makeup? That’s great too! Man’s purchasing you skincare and nice little lotions, bath bombs, and perfumes. He likes to pamper his beautiful wife.)

- Mellie refuses all vegetables except carrots and broccoli. She’s repeatedly thrown the ones she doesn’t like at her father, so you’ve temporarily stopped making them for her. She’s as happy as a clam.

- You have been looking into getting Simon the dog he wants. Either a Rottweiler, Doberman, or King Shepherd. It’s just hard to buy a £1500 puppy without the fraud alert going off on your joint bank account.

- You ask Simon to paint your nails sometimes. He doesn’t think he could do it right so he refuses and hands you enough quid to go to a nail salon.

- Winnie loves Barbies. She maybe has five of them that she take a great care of. She always requests her father to play with her. Simon always says yes, but is only allowed to play with her favorite Barbie - the one that looks like you.

- Your engagement and wedding rings are a matching set, both expensive and high quality. Simon worked for years without anyone to spend it on, so he saved and invested. It’s not enough to retire on, but it’s enough to buy your matching rings, the matching bracelet, necklace, and earrings. (Yes, he’s still paying that credit card off. No, he doesn’t regret it. He loves watching your face light up with every piece he gives you.)

- He also buys you another bracelet, one with birthstones on them - yours, his, Winnie’s, and Mellie’s. With space for the next one, and maybe another after that. (What can the man say? He can’t wait to see your pregnant belly, it’ll be the first time he’s ever seen a partner of his actually grow his child. He’s excited to wake up every day and see you. (If fifteen year old Simon Riley could see him now, wanting to wake up every day.))

NSFW

- Munch this, munch that, Simon doesn’t go down on you unless asked. He doesn’t think he does it that well, but he’ll do as you ask.

- He unknowingly made you into a pillow princess. His body aches after sex a lot of the time (His injuries that healed wrong) and he’s so conscious to make sure you are comfortable at all times. So if that means he keeps you laying on array of pillows, so be it.

- You do love to ride him though. It’s not often as it requires a lot of energy from you, and you’re almost always exhausted. You just like to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head, the way his Adam’s apple bops as he sucks in air, licking his lips. He’s quite literally your personal art gallery, you could stare at him for days on end.

- He’s not confident in his head giving abilities, but he is very confident with his fingers. Your first orgasm is always from him rubbing your clit, doesn’t matter if it takes a little longer and more effort the more frequently he does it, he wants you soft and pliable so he can gently fuck you.

- Eye contact is huge for you. You trust Simon, you truly do, but there’s just something about how he refuses to look away from you sometimes.

- He’s quiet during sex, which means you’re mostly quiet too. You don’t want the girls to hear, even if they’re down the hall. So he’s extremely quiet, except for the soft grunts and breathy whispers. (“So good, meetin’ my hips like that. Keep rockin’ ‘em, love. Feels so good.”)

- He likes to bend your back sometimes, not often. Having you on your front, pressing his hips down so your back curls and he can go deeper? He’s a mess.

- He gets pussy drunk a lot. He drooled on your chest once, he tried to apologize but you swiped it with your finger and put it in your mouth. “Taste sweet, baby.” (That man immediately asked if he could spit in your mouth, you said another time. That or he could spit on your pussy, which he did ten seconds later.)

- A quickie in the shower is a must before work for him some days. If you’re not up for it, he’ll jerk off thinking of you.

- You like to wash him in the shower, which means you usually get to see him sudsy and clean, always from a below his waist angle though.

- You two don’t have sex every day, but it’s always every few days. More than most of your friends have sex with their partners. (Definitely more than Gaz and Soap can pick up when they’re home.)

- Sometimes he whispers how he wants you to have as many babies as he can give you, that he just wants to see you with a baby belly, how sexy you are being a wonderful mother. (He’s in adoration of you, even when he’s balls deep.)

- Simon is the type to ask Gaz to babysit, then reserve a nice hotel room so he can fuck you without restraint.

- He’ll whimper if you ask nicely and promise something in return. (For example, brushing his hair. Or holding his hair when he goes down on you and controlling where his tongue goes. Fun stuff like that.)

- You do appreciate a quick fingering since pregnancy hormones got you fucked up, you can’t keep asking to get bent over the bathroom counter or your bed because you’re gonna have a baby belly soon.

- As much as he loves having sex with you, he’s nervous to initiate. He knows you don’t mind, he knows you usually say yes, it’s just that he doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He knows what it’s like and he would simply put a bullet in his head if he EVER touched you when you didn’t want him to. He loves you too much.

[chaotic-archaeologist]

got a question for ya regarding sex and online safety.

Background; I am an adulty adult. I have been able to and have voted in more than 3 elections. [I know you take interactions with minors seriously]. I am also ace and autistic. as a result I have never felt the urge to date and I normally don't mind having friends close by.

However, I also just moved for the 4th time since 2019 and would like to meet people.

So I downloaded Grindr. already got my first dickpic lol. I have also been chatting with a fellow who I like and would like to be friends with and I also wouldn't mind exploring my kinks with people... but I have never had to worry about safe online sexy stuff before so I don't know the basics beyond normal internet safety.

What do I do‽‽‽

Okay first, thanks for clarifying the adulty part. This is an awesome question, and here's the advice/steps that I personally follow for situations like this.

Have your first meeting in a public place. Go for coffee or ice cream or lunch or dinner or whatever. But don't meet them alone. This way, if you get uncomfortable with anything that's happening, they're much less likely to continue with that behavior after you attempt to extricate yourself.

Make sure there are no expectations. Plan not to have sex on the first date/meet up. Grindr often tends to ignore this rule since it's very hookup centric, but you're absolutely within your rights to insist on taking things as slowly as you want to.

Don't rely on the other person for transportation. If you choose to meet someone, get yourself there and plan to get yourself back. Walk, bike, drive, public transportation, unicycle, it's all good. But there's much less room for pressure if you're not depending on them for a ride home. This segues nicely into my next point:

Do not tell them where you live. At least, not right now. Plenty of people on Grindr are willing to "host" meaning you can come to their place. That's fine for them, but I err on the side of never giving anyone my address until I've had a thorough chance to assess their character and meet them a few times.

Tell someone where you will be. Let someone who cares about you know that you're going out, where you'll be, and what time you expect to return. Establish a time to check in when you're going home/if you choose to extend the meeting. There are also apps like Noonlight that can function similarly.

Be careful about what you consume. If you're going to enjoy and mind alternating substances, be very, very careful. This goes for anything from getting drinks at a bar to any and all of the recreational drugs on the market.

Be prepared for a little bit of awkwardness. Meeting someone in person is often very different than chatting online. If the conversation is awkward or halting, that's okay. Give it a little time (but also don't be afraid to trust your gut if it's telling you something is wrong).

Communicate clearly. If you have any needs—which can range from an allergy, not being able to stand for long periods of time, needing them to speak loudly so you can hear them, safety concerns—the best way to get those met is to be upfront. You don't need to disclose the reason why you need something if it makes you uncomfortable, just state what you need. People worth spending time with will respect that. The same thing goes for your wants.

Use protection. Maybe this isn't applicable for you specifically, but I think it belongs on this list. Condoms. Dental dams. Gloves. Someone on an app telling you they're negative for any number of things is not an actual guarantee they're not lying to you. Not wanting to use protection (not just for anal/vaginal intercourse, but for oral sex as well) is a huge red flag. Decide in advance what your boundaries are and stick to them.

If it sucks, hit da bricks. Fundamentally, you owe this person nothing. There is no consequence for saying "you know what, I'm not feeling this and I'm going to leave." Be as polite as you want to, but put yourself first.

At the end of the day, the only thing you have control over is you. How you react, where you meet this person, what you do—that's what you control. Hopefully any meet ups will be fun and relatively safe, but just in case, set yourself up for success by maintaining what control you can.

From one adult to another, these are all suggestions rather than rules. Many people on Grindr choose not to follow various ones, and that's fine. Take some time to think about what you're comfortable with and make your decisions accordingly.

Also, best practice for someone sending an unsolicited dick pic (if you don't want them) is just to block that person. But sending a return picture like this one is a hilarious option.

-Reid

[legendsgalore]

Ryis finds you asleep

Needing more materials was a constant in Mistria, whether you were March or him, or now the farmer as well, Ryis mused. He would deny that he was meandering through the woods near his and Uncle’s cabin, but he could admit he was taking his time, enjoying the cool fall breeze. Could anyone blame him though? 

The smell of petrichor was hanging in the air, as well as the enticing scents of all the forageable plants. Rosemary, chestnuts, and the apple tree near him all created an enticing autumnal smell that wrapped him up, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that easily cascaded from his lips.

The city was nice, but it absolutely paled in comparison to the richness of living out here. Ryis couldn’t even imagine living without ready access to Reina’s fresh pumpkin soup anymore. And on top of that, you were out here too, which sweetened the deal.

And with that, Ryis’ thoughts had trailed their way back to you. The new farmer. Absolutely charming with no small thanks to your mystery, but your consistent kindness, always stopping to talk to everyone you passed by even when every villager knew how much you had to do. Without anyone trying, you had figured out all everyone’s favorite gifts, and that definitely created a lot of favor for you.

Ryis could recall the first gift you gave him that really made his heart skip a beat. He was merely chit-chatting with you in front of Darcy’s stand on Market Day in the summer, and off-handedly mentioned liking Iced Coffee. And you had looked him in the eyes, winked, and turned around and promptly ordered him exactly that. In the moment he couldn’t help the blush that crept up his neck, and just recalling the memory, Ryis felt a familiar heat.

Not only that, but somehow you found out he likes the smell of lavender, and soon after that first occurrence you had shown up at his cabin with a pillow scented like the flower. And a bundle of lavender on the side too. And you had smiled at him so sweetly, no ulterior motives, just happiness at gifting something you knew he liked. Ryis would be embarrassed at how flustered he got in the moment, but he’s still too touched to care too much. He sleeps on the pillow every night, so, embarrassment is beyond him.

He wasn’t as emotionally constipated as March, and could recognize the budding crush. Though, who wouldn’t be crushing on their new mysterious, cute farmer? The carpenter could easily see similar afflictions in other townsfolk, with ranging levels of denial. At the moment, Ryis didn’t feel too intensely about doing something regarding his new feelings, but he did feel some satisfaction about being closer to you than most.

That was natural, as you two had worked closely on a lot of the town’s big improvement projects. Ranging from the initial one on the bridge, to the mill, and the general store, the inn, and though you were still gathering supplies for Hayden’s farm, you and him had kept in contact about the plans. 

As Ryis mused about you, and his feelings, he was chopping down some trees, working from muscle memory. Slowly he was approaching the eastern bridge, the first project you and him worked on. There was a waterfall next to it, and it made for a nice corner of the Mistria to tuck away in for an hour or two. 

Ryis stopped and thought about it, and, considering how he didn’t need to be anywhere later, decided he could let himself enjoy some time there.

But as he got closer to the waterfall, he noticed a shape sitting next to the water. He was surprised anyone was out this far, no one really went here except him. Then as he got closer, he realized the shape had a familiar waterfall of hair on them, and the fishing rod gave you away.

Ryis smiled at the knowledge that you came here too, and deep in his brain a stray thought that maybe you considered it special too ran through before the young carpenter could shake it away.

Approaching you, he readied himself to call out your name before he realized you were still. Usually there was more movement going on, anyone would be hard-pressed to keep you in one place for more than half an hour, but you were slumped against the little cliff framing the waterfall, unmoving, and as Ryis noticed your bobber bouncing in the water in the telltale sign of a fish hooked, you didn’t react.

Concerned, Ryis set down his bundle of wood and hurried to your side, but he ended up just sitting down and chuckling at you.

That’s because…you were asleep!

Ryis felt himself smile uncontrollably, and raised one hand to cover his mouth, but his amusement was undeniably showing through. You were just too cute though!

In just an overall dress and a shirt, nothing to protect you from the mild chill, you had shoved yourself into a little nook in the rocks, with them at your back, just enough that your cheeks were squashed up against the stone. 

Being careful with his movement, he sits down next to you, and looks at you a little closer. They aren’t dark, but there are circles in your eyes, and he knows that he saw you literally swaying as you were walking around the village earlier. You must be tired.

He notices that your hands are still grasping your fishing rod, and there is a bucket of fish next to you, with only one Salmon in there.

Ryis huffs in amusement, if your rod had slipped from your grasp and sailed down the stream, he’s sure you would have complained in his ear the entire evening at the Inn. He reaches over and takes the rod from your hands, and you only mumble a little in your sleep and curl into the rock.

Ryis looks at the rod in his hands, he’s no fisher, but also he knows you will be upset for “wasting” the afternoon away, though clearly you need the sleep. 

At that, the carpenter makes his decision and casts the line into the water, with one look at your sleeping face, he is content there are way worse ways to spend his afternoon.

Ryis had just caught another Salmon, feeling like he was getting the hang of this, when you made a little grumbling noise. 

He sets the fish on top of the others in the bucket, just about filling it, and leans in as you wrinkle your face quite adorably. Blinking a few times, Ryis can’t help the smile as you open your eyes and look at him, unguarded in your waking moments.

“Ryis..?” You murmur.

“Yeah.” He says, leaning back onto the rock wall as he watches you sleepily take in your surroundings.

“..did I fall asleep?” You ask him, still looking at the water.

“You did, I found you while chopping wood.”

“Oh..” You trail off and look at the bucket full of fish. Ryis watches as you make a face, and then look up at him, and your fishing rod in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” You say, and oh no that isn’t right.

Ryis raises an eyebrow, “What for?”

You look at him as if he asked something stupid. “For you having to spend your afternoon watching me, and even catching fish for me?” You take the fishing rod from his hands, seeming to punctuate the question with it.

Ryis looks at you, and then says your name, capturing your attention. Ah the way your lips pout out and your eyes look up at him is just too cute.

“I was happy to do this, and in fact I was able to get good at a new skill because of it!” He says, trying to reassure you.

But you purse your lips further (still cute), and actually seem upset as you say, “But I shouldn’t have fallen asleep here, and despite seeing the good side, you still had to set aside your plans to watch me, and I’m sorry for interrupting it.”

Ryis huffs, seeing that you’re determined to feel bad about this, and makes another spontaneous decision. He stands up, and as you look up in confusion, he scoops you up in his arms. You squeak, and grab at his shoulders, but he holds tightly, and watches as your face flushes bright pink, and you settle down in his arms. 

Shifting your weight, he picks up the bucket of fish in his hand, and turns to head off for his and Uncle Landen’s cabin. He knows that his uncle is out at the Inn tonight, so no worries about weird questions.

“Ryis? Where are we going?”

“Well, I thought that you might be hungry, and I could make us some dinner?”

Your stomach growls, answering the question for you, and you flush as Ryis chuckles.

“It won’t be anything fancy I’m afraid.”

You shift and mumble something into Ryis’ shoulder, and he has to ask, “Can you repeat that, I didn’t hear?”

You flush and barely move your mouth away from his shoulder so you can say, “...whatever you make will be good.”

Ryis can’t help the happy warmth that gives his limbs strength to hold you close as he heads home with you.

[succumbtothenightmare]

Please enjoy this cute and fluffy Christmas theme blurb with Landon.

CW(so much damn fluff, Christmas town activities where you bump into Landon and you drop your hot coco everywhere, Landon being such a flirt while keeping you warm).

“Son of a bitch” I cried out when I felt hot liquid cascade down the front of my jacket. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” Strong arms wrapped around my lower back, keeping me up right so I didn’t fall face first in the snow. 

Glancing up from the dark stain on my jacket, I was met with a pair of raven eyes already watching me. 

“I slipped on a patch of ice and nearly fell on my ass,” the guy chuckled. “Are you alright?”

Briefly releasing me from his grasp, I glanced down at my ruined jacket with a sigh. The busy Christmas market was loud, nearly drowning out our conversation as the crowd was gathering for the tree lighting. My jacket was soaked due to him crashing into me when I was carrying a fresh cup of hot cocoa. 

Forcing my gaze away from the soft features of this man’s face, I shrugged out of my jacket to hook it over my arm. 

“Physically I’m fine. Wish I could say the same about my jacket though,” I shrugged again. 

“Shit I’m sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck. 

Even though I was still wearing a hoodie and a scarf, it didn’t do much to keep me warm with the sudden chill. 

“It’s okay,” I waved him off with a smile. “I wasn’t too attached to the jacket anyway.” 

Silence fell between us for a moment and when the man noticed my teeth chattering because of the cold, he cursed before taking off his jacket and handing it to me. 

“Oh no. I can’t take your jacket. It’s freezing.” 

Tattoo hands extended the large coat towards me. “Please take it. Just long enough for me to buy you a new hot cocoa.” 

I marveled at the way he smiled and bit my lip at how gorgeous he looked with the mustache. Underneath the twinkle of the Christmas lights, he looked even more ethereal and my heart stuttered in my chest when he gave me yet another lopsided grin. 

“I don’t even know your name. Why would I agree to let you buy me another hot cocoa? Even though it is your fault I dropped my other cup,” I teased through clattering teeth. 

“Landon,” he spoke while throwing his jacket over my shoulders, all but forcing me to wear it. 

I blinked. “What?”

“My name is Landon,” he said, taking my dirty jacket so I could slip my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. 

Even though I felt terrible for taking it, I did have to admit it was quite warm and I zipped it up with a smile. 

“I’m Y/N.” 

“Well Y/N,” Landon extended his arm towards one of the hot cocoa stands a few feet away. “Can I buy you another one?” 

I mewled the offer on my tongue for a few beats, wondering if I should or not. I was originally here to see the lighting of the tree then meet a coworker and her boyfriend, who had a friend they wanted to set me up with. Yet the prospect of staying with Landon seemed better than this blind date I was supposed to be on. 

“I’d like that,” I gave him a warm smile and let him lead me towards the somewhat long line. 

As we waited, we both chatted about small aspects from our lives and when it was finally our turn to order, Landon paid for two hot cocoas. 

“Marshmallows?” The man behind the counter asked. 

Landon glanced over towards me with a raised brow so I immediately nodded. “Please.”

With both of us having our hot cocoa, Landon led me away with a hand at the small of my back as I breathed in his scent that lingered on the jacket I wore still. He still held onto my dirty coat, something I’ve offered to take from him more than once; each and every time he waved me off. 

Just as I was about to ask if he wanted to go watch the lighting of the large tree in the center of town, I noticed my coworker and her boyfriend making a beeline towards us. 

“Y/N! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” 

Taking a step away from Landon, I gave her a hug while apologizing, saying I got held up. 

“Landon, hey. Glad you could make it tonight!” My coworker's boyfriend shook hands with Landon, making my brows furrow. 

“Wait, is Landon the friend you guys were going to set me up with?” I asked with a laugh. 

My coworker nodded, glancing between Landon and I. “Do you guys know each other?” 

With a shake of my head, I told them how Landon and I met only minutes ago. 

“Small world,” Landon winked while taking a drink of his hot cocoa. “So, should we go see them light this big ass tree or what?” 

Giggling, I looped my arm through his which was offered as the four of us walked towards where the gathering crowd was waiting. Landon felt so incredibly close, I could feel his warmth spread from him to me, making my stomach flutter. 

“I’m so fucking cold,” he chuckled as we found a spot close to the tree. 

I went to take off his coat to hand it back but he quickly shook his head, instead wrapping his arms around me from behind. Due to his height, he rested his chin on top of the hat I wore on my head and stuck his hands in the pockets of the jacket. 

“Is this alright?” He wondered. 

I rested my head against his chest with a content sigh. “More than alright.” 

It was weird how comfortable I felt with Landon, who was basically a stranger. But one look in those glittering eyes pulled me right in. 

“Some first date, huh?” I teased once the large tree in front of us was lit. 

Landon chuckled while gripping me tighter. “Second date calls for you running into me which makes me spill apple cider all over my jacket. And then we end it with ice skating?” 

Glancing up at him, seeing the multi colors from the tree bathe his face, I broke out in a wide grin. 

“I would love that.” 

[literallyveronixa]

still water + controlled rage + just put the fries in the bag + #nevergoon + sigma internet theory + womp womp + lil bro + hawk tuah + noradrenaline + 3,3 cuandadysproside + english or spanish + Anger issues + Balkan parents + Balkan rage + sigmadroline + jonkler laugh + german stare + sigma repect + crashout + the alpha leads the beta follows but the sigma walks alone + sigma phonk + pen island no spaces all caps + beethoven virus + i finna gyat + bluddy think he wesley slimeson + those who know how to flicker goon: + BOI + sigma sydrome + why so serious + chinese guy laughing + yns + 808 + bop + 1000 bottles of baby oil + bro think he carti + andrew tate rizz + fanum tax + no edging in class + ishowspeed turbulence + fortnite skibidi + bussin + blawg shlawg + bill collecter + goofy ahh quandale dingle + Skibidi gooning + Mongolian Munting + Indian felching +skibidi gyatt + rizz only in ohio + duke dennis + did you pray today + livvy dunne rizzing up baby gronk + sussy imposter + pibby glitch in real life + sigma + alpha + omega + male + grindset + andrew tate + goon cave + freddy fazbear + colleen ballinger + smurf cat vs strawberry elephant + blud + dawg + shmlawg + ishowspeed + a whole bunch of turbulence + ambatukam + literally hitting the griddy + the ocky way + kai cenat + fanum tax + garten of banban + not the mosquito again + bussing axel + in harlem + whopper whopper whopper whopper + 1 2 buckle my shoe + goofy ahh + aiden ross + sin city + monday left me broken + quirked up white boy busting it down sexual style + goated with the sauce + john pork + grimace shake + kiki do you love me + huggy wuggy + nathaniel b + lightskin stare + biggest bird + omar the referee + amogus + uncanny + pizza tower + portuguese tuah + zesty + kumalala savesta + quandale dingle + glizzy + rose toy + ankha zone + thug shaker + morbin time + dj khaled + sisyphus + oceangate + shadow wizard money gang + ayo the pizza here + PLUH + nair butthole waxing + t-pose ugandan knuckles + family guy funny moments compilation with subway surfers gameplay at the bottom + nickeh30 + ratio + opium bird + cg5 + mewing + fortnite battle pass + all my fellas + gta 6 + backrooms + gigachad + based + cringe + redpilled + no nut november + F in the chat + i love lean + looksmaxxing + social credit + bing chilling + xbox live + mrbeast + kid named finger + better call saul + i am a surgeon + hit or miss i guess they never miss huh + i like ya cut g + ice spice + gooning + fr we go gym + kevin james + josh hutcherson + metal pipe falling + Lithuanian respect moments + Venezuelan water polo + those who know + mango phonk + adrenaline + flow state + Hawk Tuah Respect + noradrenaline + balkan rage + Jonkler + Sigma rizz + still water + German stare + Russian frown + winter arc + ksi new song + still prime + Jamaican rage + Brazilian whistle technique + Canadian laugh + Norwegian smoldering + Locked in + Logan paul + ohio + Argentinian aggravation + Indian sigma respect moments + morrocan stock market + ancient skibidi toilet technique + North dakota stare + Switzerland sacred battle techniqueLithuanian Respect Moments + Venezuelan Water Polo + Those who know + Mango Phonk + adrenaline + flow state + Hawk Tuah Respect + noradrenaline + Balkan Rage + Jonkler + Sigma Rizz + Still Water + German Stare + Russian Frown + Winter Arc + KSI'S New Song + Still Prime + Jamaican Rage + Brazilian Whistle Techniuqe + Canadian Laugh + Norwegian Smolder + Locked In + Logan Paul + Ohio + Argentinian Aggravation + Indian Sigma Respect moments + Moroccon Stock Market + Rare Fish Market + Ancient Skibidi Toilet Technique + North Dakota Stare + Switzerland Sacred Battle Technique = Those who know 💀💀💀☠️☠️☠️

please leave me alone. i fear for my safety.

[dragon-communion]

Concept:

All of Marika's children are born cursed in some way. Messmer's snake business. Melina's rune from birth was probably Destined Death and its blackflame. The omen twins and their blood. Miquella's eternal youth/oblivion and weird blood. Malenia's rot.

I don't think Radagon's kids were cursed as badly, and I actually blame most of their issues on him being the world's worst transmasc father. (/j)

So where does that leave Godwyn? Obviously his fate was to be the first to die and gestate deathblight, but that's all to blame on Marika messing with the Elden Ring as opposed to anything innate about his birth. And the kids we can 100% confirm as belonging to Godfrey show signs of the Crucible, which he's intimately and thematically associated with.

I really love the idea that Godwyn was always a merman, but if I look at him critically using what I know about the base game, I don't think it entirely makes sense? Crucible influence seems to make everything revert to a dragon. Reptilian tails, feathered wings, horns, breath attacks. Devolved dragons, sure, but it's really obvious to me when looking at some of the more elaborate Misbegotten as an example. Mohg and Morgott are also two halves of a whole- Mohg got the wings, Morgott got the tail.

You could argue the scaly tail is draconic, but I don't know. We tragically don't really get any sea monsters in Elden Ring, and even the giant serpent lives in a volcano. We've got some land octopus things, some crabs. The Tibia Mariners sort of count.

I think Godwyn was at least marketed to the public as the most perfect man alive, so it'd make sense if he was just an unblemished Adonis and his curse was simply a matter of time, but that feels weird considering the rest of Marika's direct children explicitly have strange powers or deformities or both.

If we assume Castle Sol was his (part of me wants to think it belonged to Miquella but who can say), it's hard to tell if the eclipse iconography came before or after Godwyn's death. If it existed before, there's a good chance the Eclipse Shotel was actually his weapon. If the eclipse iconography came after his death, as part of their continued attempts to resurrect their lord, then Godwyn himself was not associated with the fucked up necromancy sun during his lifetime.

It's also worth noting that Castle Sol is only accessible by passing through the Forbidden Lands, the entire village of Zamor, an archer golem, and a gauntlet of Fire Monks, so anyone who lived there would've been shoved in the back of Marika's proverbial closet. The Mountaintops were probably locked down the second Marika wiped out the giants, if not during or before to bottleneck resources, so nobody would be visiting casually for a light chat and tea.

(As a side note, I really have to wonder how they feed anyone up there. Where's the farms? The livestock and game? Did the village of Zamor serve Castle Sol in any way? Does the massive graveyard up there belong to the astrologers, or the dead from the war against the giants? Both? Did Marika have an alliance with the ice dragons too? What's Borealis's position in the incredibly tense sociopolitical landscape of the Mountaintops???)

All of that taken together, it's not unreasonable to think that Castle Sol could be where Marika hid her strange merman son, but it's hard to draw any definitive conclusions. The duke of that castle would be in a position to oversee the continued imprisonment of the last Fire Giant as well as the Fire Monks and their prisoners, but given the castle's position so far from the fort I'm inclined to think the castle has more to do with the huge graveyard next to it.

I need to examine the architecture for clues as to when it was built and by whom, I think, because part of me wants to say it belonged to the astrologers, and that would make some sense. On first impression though I was reminded a lot of what it felt like to enter Radahn's fort for some reason. I'll come back to this.

[sciderman]

I know you’re British but if anything, you’re like tobey. I KNOW in my heart you sound american

tobey IS american! so of course he sounds american! but you're not off the mark, because whenever i speak to anyone here in the uk they usually don't think i'm from around here. it's usually a way people break the ice with me whenever i meet a stranger. they always ask where my accent is from - i always say "born and raised in london", and they always throw a "but you lived in america, right?" and i say no. no. i just watched way too many cartoons.

i don't think americans think that, necessarily, when they hear my voice. i don't think an american would think i'm american, but british people definitely don't think i'm british, so i'm somewhere in the middle. i'm some very marketable in-between.

i remember being in an online chat with a few people from all around the world, with another british person who i knew actually HAD lived in america. and the group fawned over their (apparently more british than mine) accent and i was like wow. im right here. so, you might not think it if talking to me on my own, but when i'm sat next to other british people you may be like "ah yeah. sci is like... diluted british."

if you're curious for a voice reveal, the 7 year anniversary stream is below, if you can tolerate terrible mic quality and my nervous giggles.

[abalathia]

- lfrp : florence corlieux (crystal / balmung)

【 ❛ The Basics ⋯⋯ ⋯

⊰ Age: Thirty.

⊰ Birthday: 10th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon

⊰ Race: Hyur. Highlander / Midlander.

⊰ Gender: Female.

⊰ Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic.

⊰ Marital Status: Single.

⊰ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

【 ❛ Physical Appearance ⋯⋯ ⋯

⊰ Hair: Naturally auburn. Often glamoured black or ash blonde.

⊰ Eyes: Amber.

⊰ Height: 6'2”.

⊰ Build: Athletic and muscular.

⊰ Distinguishing Marks: Scar on left eye and brow. Beauty mark under right eye. Freckled face and chest. Scars across arms, abdomen, and legs.

⊰ Common Accessories: Simple gold necklace with the mark of Rhalgr.

【 ❛ Personal ⋯⋯ ⋯

⊰ Profession: Mercenary.

⊰ Hobbies: Sparring, self-indulgence, and star gazing.

⊰ Languages: Eorzean.

⊰ Residence: None. Nomadic lifestyle.

⊰ Birthplace: Ala Mhigo.

⊰ Religion: Follower of Rhalgr.

⊰ Patron Deity: Rhalgr.

⊰ Fears: Failure, abandonment.

【 ❛ Relationships ⋯⋯ ⋯

⊰ Spouse: None.

⊰ Children: None.

⊰ Siblings: Two twin brothers. Keeps in close contact.

⊰ Parents:

- Mother: Keeps in close contact.

- Father: Estranged.

⊰ Other Relatives: Estranged.

⊰ Pets: A small orange tabby that lives on the ship.

【 ❛ Traits ⋯⋯ ⋯

⇢ Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

⇢ Disorganized / In Between / Organized

⇢ Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

⇢ Calm / In Between / Anxious

⇢ Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

⇢ Cautious / In Between / Reckless

⇢ Patient / In Between /  Impatient

⇢ Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

⇢ Leader / In Between / Follower

⇢ Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

⇢ Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

⇢ Traditional / In Between / Modern

⇢ Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

⇢ Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

⇢ Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

⇢ Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

【 ❛ Additional information ⋯⋯ ⋯

⊰ Smoking Habit: Frequently.

⊰ Drugs: Frequently.

⊰ Alcohol: Frequently (all the time).

【 ❛ RP Hooks ⋯⋯ ⋯

⋮ ➊ Crystal Braves: Though disbanded and tarnished, the Crystal Braves were Florence's first semblance of structure and family outside of her blood. Perhaps you served alongside her, or maybe you have a bounty for her head for her betrayal. Regardless, Florence does not shy away from her past and will not stand for the erasure of her conquests - nor the sacrifices made along the way.

- Florence served time for her crimes against Eorzea and earned her freedom in exchange for her plea against fellow Braves. While there is no official bounty against her, she's sure to have ruffled a few feathers and gained an enemy or two.

⋮ ➋ Sell-Sword: Florence is a hired sell-sword for an Ala Mhigan textile merchant. Her endeavors currently have her traveling to the distant shores of Thavnair and most recently the New World. She often partakes in local hunts and fetes and can be seen lurking around taverns and inns once the sun sets.

- Have a mark or target you need captured or eliminated? Florence is a perfect hire: discreet, effective, and ruthless.

⋮ ➌ Black Market: Struggling to cope, Florence has developed a nasty taste for all things indulgent. Should your contacts hear of a woman in search to quench her vices, Florence is sure to be near.

- There is no price too high or steep for Florence, and she's willing to stoop to the lowest of levels to sate her addictions.

【 ❛ OOC Information  ⋯⋯ ⋯

⋮ ➊ Feel free to shoot me a PM here, on Discord ( scifidblftr ), or IG ( Florence Corlieux@Balmung ).

⋮ ➋ I primarily RP over Discord but am open to events and IG plots.

⋮ ➌ I am looking for connections, partners, and an IC FC. Even if you don’t RP, I’m always open to chat!

I am fine with: romance, angst, action, horror, slice of life, adventure, and much more. I am not fine with: noncon, plotless smut, and controversial kinks.

Please keep in mind that Florence is a good person who has done evil things for the sake of freedom. Everything she's done, she's viewed as just or for the greater good. Most of her negative qualities and choices can be attributed to her drug and alcohol addictions even if they do not absolve her of her crimes.

[ddarker-dreams]

Nexus Character Database.

"Hey, Lear, why are you ignoring my texts again? What if I was getting robbed at gunpoint and needed your help?"

"Why would they let you use your phone during a robbery, Nona?"

"Stop getting all wrapped up in the little details. The important thing is that you check what I sent."

"Alright, alright, let's see... huh. A personality test? Aren't those a pseudoscience?"

"What a lame thing to say. Just take it already. I'll tell you what Our-Lord-And-Savior-The-Exalted-One got if you do. Woah, geez, calm down, at least let it load!"

Nexus index.

Name: Lear (Nickname given by Miss Phaeales, birth name name is Vincent Metellus) Age: 118 Species: Nymphalian Faction: LOTUS-EATER World: Eris Path: Abundance Combat type: Ice Birthday: June 28th Sexuality: [First] Phaeales (he’s het) Height: 5′8 Hair color: Sandy blonde Eye color: Blue, with a white ring around his pupils Favorite animal: Penguins Favorite food: Pasteli, hot cocoa with marshmallows Least favorite food: Gummies, green olives Favorite things: Cooking, baking, gardening, sewing, mixology, sales at the food market and his red hairpins. Least favorite things: Group chats with more than three people, ads, sports and anything that causes Miss Phaeales distress. Clothing style: Casual. Lots of sweaters, turtlenecks, and the occasional trench coat. Prefers warm neutral colors. MBTI: INFP

Lear is considered by his co-workers to be a diligent yet reserved worker. He rarely calls out sick, never slacks off, and can get along with anyone. Most sigh in relief when they're put on the same shift as him. He wordlessly carries out tasks without anyone's prompting. Despite his solid reputation at the LOTUS-EATER, not much is known about him. He doesn't accept invitations to social outings or seek the companionship of others. These requests are turned down with a soft smile and apologetic look, which makes harboring any ill-will toward him difficult.

In his heart, he can't bring himself to enjoy the freedoms deprived from the one he treasures most. He swore he'd remain by the side of a girl who abruptly stumbled into his melancholic life. This unruly girl would go on to bring excitement and adventure wherever she went. Those boring cycles spent on his lonesome were no more. Her happiness became his, a fact that's never changed. He contents himself on caring for those who he's come to be close to.

Name: Nona Age: 113 Species: Nymphalian Faction: LOTUS-EATER, Arc's Pinion (formally) World: Eris Path: Nihility Combat type: Fire Birthday: November 3rd Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 5′3 Hair color: Chestnut brown Eye color: Amber Favorite animal: Octopi (specifically the dumbo octopus) Favorite food: Red velvet cake Least favorite food: Legumes, fatty meats Favorite things: Punk rock, video games (racing in particular), drumming, clothes, accessories, makeup and plushies Least favorite things: Work, 99% of the people she meets, capitalism and the IPC Clothing style: Gothic lolita and sweet lolita, anything super cute MBTI: ESFP

"A place where anyone can enter, but few can leave."

This would best describe Arc, the purposefully forgotten quadrant of Perianth II. Most who are born here never get to see light, artificial or otherwise. Although Nymphalian's have excellent night vision, Nona was never able to accept navigating a world of darkness. She joined a group of likeminded folk who supposedly sought to better the conditions in Arc. For many years, she sacrificed plenty to realize this dream. After overhearing two of the most prominent leaders squabble over the most insignificant things, she realized the futility of relying on others for a better future.

There had been talks of Nona infiltrating the LOTUS-EATER, as she exhibited the traits necessary for an Arbiter's field of work. Her application for Thelx citizenship was readily accepted. Instead of carrying out her group's wishes, she decided to live for herself. Though Nona was initially standoffish toward her fellow LOTUS-EATER co-workers, she soon formed a bond with her mentor, [First] Phaeales and the bartender Lear.

[laidee-flegman]

30 cute date-night ideas that won't break the bank

Picnic in the Park: Grab a blanket, some snacks, and enjoy the great outdoors.

DIY Pizza Night: Make your own pizzas with all the toppings you love.

Netflix & Chill (Literally): Build a fort and binge-watch your favourite shows.

Board Game Battle: Dust off those old board games or grab a new one for some friendly competition.

Stargazing: Head to a spot away from city lights and get lost in the stars.

Food Truck Frenzy: Hit up some local food trucks for a mini taste adventure.

Artistic Adventure: Try your hand at painting or pottery together.

Hiking Excursion: Explore nature trails and enjoy each other's company.

Bike Ride: Pedal your way through the neighbourhood or a scenic trail.

Trivia Night: Find a local pub or join an online trivia game for some brainy fun.

Thrift Store Treasure Hunt: Seek out unique finds in a thrift store.

Ice Cream Sundae Bar: Get creative with toppings and make your own sundaes.

Movie Marathon: Pick a theme and binge-watch a series of movies.

Outdoor Movie Night: Set up a makeshift outdoor theatre in your backyard.

Cook-Off Challenge: Have a friendly competition to see who can cook the best dish.

Bookstore Browse: Explore a bookstore together and pick out books for each other.

Karaoke Night: Belt out your favourite tunes at a karaoke joint or in the living room.

Farmers Market Date: Discover fresh produce and unique goodies at a local farmers market.

Mini Golf: Putt your way through a mini-golf course for some light-hearted fun.

Home Spa Night: Pamper yourselves with DIY spa treatments.

Volunteer Together: Give back to the community by volunteering your time.

Fondue Feast: Dip your favourite foods into a gooey pot of melted goodness.

Coffee Shop Chat: Grab a cup of joe and have a cosy conversation.

Beach Day: Enjoy the sun, sand, and each other's company.

Photo Scavenger Hunt: Create a list of items to find and snap pics together.

Binge-Worthy Podcasts: Listen to interesting podcasts while chilling at home.

Outdoor Exercise Class: Join a free outdoor yoga or fitness class.

DIY Sushi Night: Roll your own sushi for a delicious and interactive dinner.

Visit a Free Museum Day: Check out local museums on free admission days.

Fishing Fun: If you're near water, try your luck with a fishing adventure.

[imeternallylove]

Secret - S.Holmes; part four

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: 3.6k

main mastetlist  | request & ask | prompts | theme song

Chapters index

prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part night | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | epilogue

“Can I please go to see daddy, mummy?”

Zoe asked sleepily, curling up in her bed surrounded by her favourite teddies. All evening she had been pestering you for an answer, promising to be a good girl and eat her vegetables if she was allowed to go. You could see it in the twinkle in her eyes how much she really wanted to see him.

But something didn’t feel right for you.

You dimmed her nightlight and bent down to pressed your lips to her forehead, pulling the blankets up to her chin. “We will talk about it in the morning,” you told her, smoothing her hair back and offering her a warm smile before tiptoeing to the door. “Sweet dreams little one,” you murmured softly by the door, watching her reach for Mr Snuggles. 

“Night night mummy,” she replied, waving Mr Snuggles fluffy paw in your direction.

Slowly you closed the door and then rested your forehead against the cool wood. Having to constantly deal with Zoe’s pleading had been more draining than you would have thought. Even when you weren’t in the room, it was all she would talk about. You could hear her in her bedroom, talking to Mr Snuggles before she fell asleep.

“I really hope mummy lets me see daddy,” you heard her say through the door.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket so you decided to live Zoe and Mr Snuggles to their conversation and headed into the living room where the news was on mute. It was a text from Sherlock, the very reason you were having an issue with Zoe going to him in the first place. How could it be? It’s not easy like touch Sherlock’s shoulder and say; ‘hey, you’re a dad.’ How could you一

“Are you free for a chat?”

Curling up on the sofa, you sent back a simple ‘yes’ and stared blankly at the TV screen while they reported on the stock market. 

You had wanted your move to London to be a fresh start for you and Zoe but all it had done so far was dredge up the past. It felt as if you were balancing on thin ice that was unknowingly cracking beneath you.

Like lightning, your phone buzzed violently, almost vibrating off the sofa before you saved it and balanced it on your ear. “What’s up?” you answered quietly, feeling the day catch up with you and leave you tired. 

“Nothing much, just taking a break from investigate the kidnapping of the children of the British Ambassador to the U.S., Rufus Bruhl and I missed your voice,” he replied, sending a jolt to your heart with his voice. How can he say something like that so casually? He left you practically swooning.

Giggling into your hair, you felt the blush burn your cheeks and still felt the need to hide your face. “We had lunch together earlier this afternoon,” you countered, licking your lips as you remembered your lunch ‘date’ in that restaurant.

“It was barely an hour,” he whined cutely, making your heart clench. He used to whine like that when you would choose studying over sex with him … and look how that turned out. “Besides all you did was listen to me moan about my job. I wanted to hear about what kept you busy when I moved away,” he added.

‘Your daughter kept me busy,’ you thought to yourself, feeling the same pang of guilt you felt when you thought of Zoe whilst talking to him.

“I didn’t mind listening to you moan,” you exclaimed, hoping to pull the attention away from you and what happened in the six years of no contact. “Clearly you needed to vent about all that stress. Are case going well so far?” You asked quietly.

You heard him sigh loudly down the phone. He sounded just as tired as you did. “So far so good,” he commented quietly. “At the end of the week, gonna hand some help for Mycroft. It’s absolutely massive.” As tired as he was, he sounded genuinely exhausted about the silly conflict between brothers, no matter how deduced things it was fun for him, so far.

His mention of his brother sparked your interest. “How are Myc now? I heard he’s the big part of our country government.” You asked, hoping to sound nonchalant.

“I think he’s still dumb. It’s insane, when he only stay at his mysterious office while my mom keep calling me to check up on him,” he exclaimed resisting, probably grinning from ear to ear at the thought of his tiredness filling up his stomach.

That was one thing definitely different about Sherlock: he had such loveless for his family but always spoke of them fondly like he knew them all on a personal level. But you couldn’t pretend to understand it when got kicked off from the house because you were pregnant, your dad only said that cruel words to you, how come he hated your little daughter when she’s has a brave hearted? He should be proud to be a grandfather but no.

Sometimes you just imagine your mom looking down from the sky above, she’s might crying over there to know how torturous of the bad blood had formed between you and your dad.

And it was something that separated you and Sherlock and left you in your own realities. He had a fan … reputation facing up to him and counting on him whereas you just had Zoe – two very different sides of the same coin.

Knowing the likelihood that Zoe would be lost amongst the thousands of screaming at the parade but she only need to see her father. “Sherlock 一I”

“Y/N, I think I need to rest,” you heard his yawning voice and it’s pushed you to pause everything you have.

“Goodnight, then.”

You started to warm to the idea of her knowing who is her father. Long after Sherlock hung up to go back to rest after a long day, you stayed up, weighing up the unlikely worst case scenario of Sherlock spotting Zoe in the giant crowd and by some cosmic miracle knowing she was his daughter, versus the simple fact that your daughter would be so happy to know.

But how could it possibly to tell her father that he has a baby, even so, five years old now too.

In the morning, you met Elle’s mother outside the school gates. A little chat with her done like the way it was. And that’s time you heard of the advertising of the show up of two great detectives at the museum were using, same day as the march at Zoe school.

And that sealed the decision … Perhaps it’s a time for you to tell both of Zoe and Sherlock the secret you were kept.

Still, you aren’t really ready.

“Ah… May I have that rose?" The voice of a young kid initiated you to depart the baskets of tulips, you turned to see the boy in high school uniform standing in front of your shop, with his mouth pouting and his eyes were red. “Rose? For a bouquet?" You asked him while you gathered up every one of the coloured roses.

The boy sighed, one of his hands scratching under his chin, appearing pinched. "I don't think I have enough money for a bouquet. How much is the red one?"

"Well, it's all £0.08 per stem." You mentioned with a friendly grin, directing towards newly trimmed roses to give to the young kid. The colours you have are cream, yellow, pink, hot pink, bi-color yellow and orange, and red.

He asked once again after a few minutes. "Pink is so cute; can I bring this to my upset girlfriend?" And it's a question that makes you laugh because, just as you could have predicted, this boy plans to make up with his girl by using a flower. "Give her any colour you want, kid. But pink is a terrific choice."

"Okay, then pink a single stem."

“Gotcha.” You grinned as you selected one of the pink roses and wrapped it in paper and paper rope before returning the pile of other flowers to the basket from which you were taken. He murmured something under his breath, opened his wallet, and his phone began to ring.

“What? Why are you still at the library?" The boy crushes the back of his head, gives the cash for his rose, and quickly thank you before returning to his phone. "Waiting for me? Oh shit, Maria. I thought you were upset with me."

You dropped the money into the metallic box and came back to watering your tulips while your ears continued to hear the young boy's converse from in front of your shop until he walked away.

At that point, flashbacks of you and Sherlock in high school come flooding into your frame of mind for no apparent reason.

It was seven years ago…

The testing session was extended by a week as a result of a school shooting or two, and you nevertheless recall the echoes of gunfire whereas you were in the classroom, and all you had was get locked in the men's bathroom in Sherlock's arm, shakily, break down with fluid tears on your cheeks, and considering that his brother is the most recent arrival of the government team, it kept Sherlock busy with his brother's positions as well. And you already know how straightforward he ignores to take care of himself.

It scares you since bad things happen and Sherlock's behaviours, even though he contends that all he needs to recharge is a long hug from you and a slew of kisses in between. So you grab his hand on a Friday evening, drag him into an empty lecture hall, and place him in the chair nearest to the window, while he brings yours and his school packs after you. His head is a little foggy, perplexed by what you're doing, but he has no doubts. Sherlock trusts you, knows you won't hurt him, and lets you have his heart to do with as you like.

When you pull out many containers full of food that you've packed for him, he just stares at you, his eyes blank, making your heart skip a beat.

"How did you make this for me?" He gestures to the contents before him, chicken soup and fresh fruits and wonderful noodles and zesty drink that looks as good as it smells, and you nod.

Sherlock's smile shrinks as he notices the pink plastic tape on the tip of your finger. "What the hell is that plastic wound tape?" And all you are capable of saying is 'oh'. "Oi, cut yourself again? Dumbo."

"Sherlock, it's just a tiny cut."

"I know but it hurts you."

"Yes, drama queen."

A beat passes before his lips quirk into a smile and his eyes light up, the mirror of his irises swimming in ecstasy. "I bet the embassy meal is boring; it's worth getting this wound a million times just to see you eating something." You can't help but squeal as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing every piece of flesh he can reach; over your eyelids, on the place just below the corner of your eye, the tip of your nose, your teeth, your lashes.

Actually, everywhere.

You're a giggling mess, and sooner or later, he cups your face and allows your lips contact, and all you can do is clutch his white shirt to uphold stability while gripping the hem of your skirt to keep it from blowing from the open window with the cool evening breeze. It's more than enough, even if it ends up being sloppy because Sherlock won't stop beaming into the kiss and you won't stop laughing, teeth colliding against one other in pure excitement.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says adoringly, one hand holding you close while the other eats, neither of you willing to let go. "You're the best."

You tilt your head and rest your palm against his cheek, looking him straight in the eyes. “Just remember to always take care of yourself, okay?”

He smiles.

Six years ago…

Sherlock sat down on the couch. The fervour in his eyes was obvious, and he was anxious as you crawled up to him on the floor. You two had gone out with everyone and had gotten extremely drunk and ridiculous by problem from your family. He was the only one who was sober enough to drive you home; the other guys were all drunk, and your closest friend had to help them as well.

Wipe your smudged mascara off your face, Sherlock hurls your phone aside and doesn't seem to care where it was after seeing the text from your dad. He despised the way you were treated by your father's unkind thoughts after your mother became ill and died a few months ago. How could he have blamed it on you?

Perhaps since Sherlock was born into a loving family, even if Mycroft's dumb attitude makes his head spin at times, they are still attached. Unlike you, a single child who grew up with a lack of warmth from your parents, and it hurts him every time he sees you act like this way when the fight of you and your father ends.

Your sudden sexual moan drag him back to the reality, swear to God; Sherlock had never seen a side of you like this before; you were normally composed and conservative, so seeing you behaving like this was unusual to him. Okay, you both kissed several times, but you weren't really conscious of what was going on. You were just in your own little universe, surrounded by the chemicals you had consumed to no limit.

You had no idea what you were doing, and you weren't going to remember anything in the morning.

Which made Sherlock even more apprehensive, because he didn't know how he was going to tell you. And wouldn't this be called exploitative? Sherlock, at the age of twenty, is aware that he is intelligent and capable of being more than other people his age. He notices his blood coursing through his veins in desperate need, or how his crotch of trousers began to thicken and became painful.

He didn't want to take advantage of you, especially because he knew that if you were in your right mind, you wouldn't be acting and coming on to him like that.

As you crawled up to him, you tripped and sort of fell into his lap, making him jump and you chuckle in the process. You laughed with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, as did the rest of your body. Sherlock's eyes widened as you leaned your head up to him and made kissing motions. You wanted to kiss him? Should he retaliate?

"Y/N, stay still." Sherlock shook his head, attempting to shake the thought away. Noㅡ He should not.

You pushed him up, standing on your knees, with your entire torso on his crotch and your arms on each side of him. Sherlock wasn't sure if it was you being on him in this clothes or the way your cleavage hung out your dress and the black bra that revealed your chests hill from collarbone that made him so hard.

He was hard. Very hard. 

"What's wrong, Sherly," you whispered slowly, biting your lips and squeezing both of his cheeks at his scared visage in this horrible circumstance. What did he intend to do? What should he have done? It was difficult for him to will himself not to touch you as much as it was to touch you. If if that had made any sense.

That's why he threw up right here. This is where it all went wrong. Every one of his morals.

You'd gotten back on the floor. Sherlock is staring at you carefully. You'd laughed a little and rested your head on his lap as you played. Sherlock, on the other hand, had inhaled all the oxygen in the room because your mouth was so close to his cock.

Strained.

That's how Sherlock felt right now, and he felt forced to go because this was his cue. But when he tried to stand up, you said, "I want to suck your cock." Was the dirtiest words he ever heard come out your pretty little mouth.

You'd shoved him down, making him groan. He was unbuckled when you unbuckled his belt. He came to a halt in front of you. "I don't think this is something we should do right now." He pleaded, but you weren't interested. You, the drunk, wanted to do what she wanted to do, and you planned to accomplish it. To sucked his cock.

"I’ll do it… no worries, Sherly." You had yanked his member out, and your eyes had widened. Sherlock only gazed at his hands at his sides, unsure what to do. You didn't have a relationship with Sherlock but had a crush on you and wasn't sure if you recognized that. But they always say that when you're drunk, your actual feelings come out.

You giggled and gripped his cock, which was rock hard and stood tall on your tiny palm. You lifted it slowly to your mouth, your gaze never leaving Sherlock's. And when your lips went down his entire shaft, he shouted out, his lovely face losing all seriousness. You stood up again, and when his head came out of your mouth, it made a lovely sound.

His bloated mushroom head. You had only taken that section, sucking on his most sensitive area. You slid your tongue beneath the edge of his head where it met the shaft. Then you surprised him by engulfing his entire being. He screamed as he feel his precum just came out on the tip, and his hands immediately sought your hair. You had one hand on the base of his huge cock as your point finger on the upper part, playing with the sticky liquid and rubbed it over your face.

You'd found a rhythm, and Sherlock's breathing were hard and efficient. You dragged him out of your mouth, making him to moan and whine like a girl as you began sucking and tonguing his balls. It felt pleasantly good for him to cry out to the unknown sensation.

Sherlock was losing his shit when you started kissing him and virtually making out with his cock. You were gifted and knowledgeable. Something he didn't consider while he was thinking of you.

You wanted him to cum now.

You began swallowing him and jumping up and down on him. As his hands were entangled in your hair, he assisted you. Your mouth going up and down on his shaft. He was moaning like a little girl again. As he got closer, you were even drier.

"Fuck, Y/N." His shaft constricted, and you could feel his ball sack rise as all his cum squeezed out of his huge head. You enjoyed ate every last bit of it. You kept sucking him to make sure everything was out, and he cried out because he had become so sensitive.

You came to a halt and peered down at him, his cock still stiff and not entirely down. Well, you'd just have to get him rock hard again.

You'd landed on top of him, scaring him. Sherlock panickedly yelled out your name as you pushed the tube top to your dress down, exposing your breast to him. Both hands on the back of his neck, playing with his occipital. Your bouncy tits pushed he couldn't handle it any longer, his eyes wide. Then you added. "Fuck me 一Sher, please," the boy shouted. His cock reacted as soon as your words left your mouth.

His hands, which had been harmless at first, had forcibly sought your hips. His lips, which had been clamped tight only a moment before you swallowed his entire cock, had found your neck. And his eyes, which had been open and horrified at first, had closed and found pleasure in contact.

As Sherlock devoured your body, you whimpered. He finally opened his eyes and found your breasts in his lips, sucking on them till they hardened and became erect. His palms were on each of your butt cheeks, and he had moved up the bottom of the dress, revealing your ass.

He moans and becomes more forceful as he squeezes. He lay his head on your chest and dry humped you, saying only "God." before getting down to business. He drew you up and shoved your panties to the side. And you screamed when you felt yourself sliding down the shaft of his cock. Something Sherlock had been hoping to hear for a long time.

Sherlock bounced you up and down on his long cock as you kissed, and it was so disgustingly passionate it was ludicrous. You wrapped your hands around his neck while exchanging licks and saliva. You were pooling him with your moisture, which improved the friction for his cock. He could cum again anytime soon.

You, on the other hand, was screaming assassin. Sherlock's monster was hammering you so hard that the friction between his skin and your clit was going to set you on fire.

Sherlock continued to pound your ass. You felt it acceptable to moan out his name every time he did it, "you like that babe," he murmured huskily. All you could do was moan. 

Pound after pound, you felt like you were being ripped open, but in a nice way; the friction had caught up with you and it was in.

Like a dope, and you were praying for more drug pills. It's very humid inside... Widening your eyes as you couldn't hold back your shaky sob of pleasantries. While Sherlock was busy rubbing your pussy, he made you picture galaxies extending from his tiny room.

You screamed as it smacked you in the exactly right spot, and it hit you hard. Sherlock is riding out your climax, causing him to cum shortly after, and you are completely unaware. “Fuck!” As his dick began to become limp in you, you were dragged to some more kisses. Sherlock huddled for air, his numerous apologetic phrases repeated. He hadn't planned on making out with anyone, which is why the way he apologised made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry ㅡso sorry, you gonna hate me.”

“W- Why?” You tried to get up when his lips met yours to close it, but you resisted even more, “did一 did you cum inside me?”

“Fuck, babe, I hope you’re on birth control.”

Now it's your turn to gasp as you watch the white fluids pouring downward from your centre, a thrilled sensation of lust remaining over there, but you get more frightened as you see it still trickling down onto the couch.

“No… Sherlock. I’m not on the birth control.” 

You fold up Zoe's favourite story book while watching her sleep on your arm and brushing her locks off of her tiny forehead. You realise you're damaging her feelings by confessing the truth about your selfishness, but you just can't do it right now; you can't just talk to her father about this secret, at least for now.

"I can't tell him, little one," you shook your head and blew small puffs of air out of your lungs. It's difficult to conceive that it'll be a disaster so quickly. You instantly began to breakdown and ran out of her room, tripped across the living room, and began to sobbing at the heap on the floor beside the couch.

Hands on your face, body as a whole heated from the immense tension you had been carrying all along after Sherlock returned into your life, gasping, choking on your own tears, and collapsing on the rug. Brought your knees up to your chest … and then you just cried, curled up in that position.

"I'm really sorry... Zoe, mummy really sorry."

tag: @bunny-skz00 @zen003xx @cemak

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Community Blog: “Become a Successful Property Owner with The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack”

Maxis has shared a community blog with more info on its newest The Sims 4 expansion pack, For Rent.

Oversee multiple residential rentals as you bring neighbors together – literally!

It’s time to open your door to new rental opportunities in the picturesque world of Tomarang! Experience the neighborhood as a Property Owner or tenant – fix utilities, deal with unruly neighbors, create a community and even manage multiple Residential Rentals.

In The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack, players will have the opportunity to build and create a variety of dwellings, including townhomes, duplexes, apartments and more! Players will discover that close living quarters make for some of the most harmonious relationships that will either bring the community together or drive it apart!

Now, answer the door and get ready to discover the drama at your doorstep!

Welcome To Tomarang

Sul Sul, neighbor. Welcome to the bustling city of Tomarang, a scenic world nestled in a lush tropical landscape and vibrant city skyline. In a world alive with possibilities, Tomarang breathes new life into the many stories that can be told in multi-family dwellings. 

Inspired by a unique blend of tradition and modernity, Sims can immerse themselves in this Southeast Asian-inspired world and discover various new exciting community activities. To reflect elements of Southeast Asian culture, The Sims team proudly collaborated with Jason Chu, an Asian-American rapper, social justice advocate and cultural expert with family roots in Southeast Asia, to consult on the For Rent Expansion Pack to deliver more choices with how players explore and express their individuality.

When your Sim needs a break from the hustle and bustle of a big city, they can relax in the green haven of the botanical gardens, visit an animal sanctuary or leave Incense or Fruit offerings at the Spirit House, while child Sims can play Hopscotch and Marbles in the park.

As Sims move into these new Residential Rentals, it’s inevitable that they will get tangled up in each other’s lives. From basement suites to duplexes, Sims can discover drama right at their doorstep as they will have ample opportunity to discover each other’s secrets by eavesdropping, snooping or even breaking and entering.

With so much to chat about, Sims can head on over to the city’s iconic Night Market for an evening stroll. After exploring a world aglow with lanterns, buzzing with vendors, tantalizing foods and unique items, Sims can be inspired to eat like locals at home where they can cook dishes including Khao Niao Mamuang, Tofu Pad Thai, Pancit Bihon, Burmese Samosa Soup and Banh Cuon. After their meals, Sims can enjoy a Halo Halo and a Thai Iced Milk Tea.

It’s time to open your door to new rental opportunities in the picturesque world of Tomarang! Experience the neighborhood as a Property Owner or tenant – fix utilities, deal with unruly neighbors, create a community and even manage multiple Residential Rentals.

In The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack, players will have the opportunity to build and create a variety of dwellings, including townhomes, duplexes, apartments and more! Players will discover that close living quarters make for some of the most harmonious relationships that will either bring the community together or drive it apart! 

Now, answer the door and get ready to discover the drama at your doorstep! 

Welcome To Tomarang

Sul Sul, neighbor. Welcome to the bustling city of Tomarang, a scenic world nestled in a lush tropical landscape and vibrant city skyline. In a world alive with possibilities, Tomarang breathes new life into the many stories that can be told in multi-family dwellings. 

Inspired by a unique blend of tradition and modernity, Sims can immerse themselves in this Southeast Asian-inspired world and discover various new exciting community activities. To reflect elements of Southeast Asian culture, The Sims team proudly collaborated with Jason Chu, an Asian-American rapper, social justice advocate and cultural expert with family roots in Southeast Asia, to consult on the For Rent Expansion Pack to deliver more choices with how players explore and express their individuality.

When your Sim needs a break from the hustle and bustle of a big city, they can relax in the green haven of the botanical gardens, visit an animal sanctuary or leave Incense or Fruit offerings at the Spirit House, while child Sims can play Hopscotch and Marbles in the park.

As Sims move into these new Residential Rentals, it’s inevitable that they will get tangled up in each other’s lives. From basement suites to duplexes, Sims can discover drama right at their doorstep as they will have ample opportunity to discover each other’s secrets by eavesdropping, snooping or even breaking and entering.

With so much to chat about, Sims can head on over to the city’s iconic Night Market for an evening stroll. After exploring a world aglow with lanterns, buzzing with vendors, tantalizing foods and unique items, Sims can be inspired to eat like locals at home where they can cook dishes including Khao Niao Mamuang, Tofu Pad Thai, Pancit Bihon, Burmese Samosa Soup and Banh Cuon. After their meals, Sims can enjoy a Halo Halo and a Thai Iced Milk Tea.

A New Type of Lot in Town

We know apartments and multi-residential rentals have been highly requested by players, and we wanted to ensure that this feature offered enriched and immersive gameplay that expands on the multitude of storytelling opportunities. The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack introduces a new dimension to housing options, enhancing the overall depth and complexity of Sims’ relationships, personalities and experiences. 

For the first time ever in The Sims 4, Simmers can build a fully customizable multi-unit dwelling where multiple Sim families can live on the same lot. This is possible in ANY liveable The Sims 4 world! 

In Tomarang, these gorgeous dwellings feature versatile wooden window shades, homes on stilts near scenic beaches as well as historic bridges. For interiors, there are traditional wood carvings and rattan furniture available alongside traditional Southeast Asian-inspired rugs, chairs, tiles and lamps. 

New Residential Rentals allow a Sim to get creative with fully customizable multi-family dwellings. Give your Sims a basement suite to rent out, create a cozy duplex for close families or even build spacious apartments for large families. 

Community events, like a Potluck and Pool Parties, provide the perfect opportunities for Sims to engage with their neighbors and get a sense of community within their Residential Rental. 

Property Management    

Sims can soon evolve into savvy Property Owners and live amongst tenants or maintain separate residences while generating income from multiple property investments. While being at home can be relaxing, Property Owners may face a tenant revolt if you allow your ratings to slip too low, amongst other potential surprises including insect infestations, and challenges including mold. 

To further immerse players into the world of For Rent, Sims can gain four new Aspirations, five Traits and a new Fear that help create unexpected and exciting stories. Tenants can experience evictions, and as a result, Fears now include a tenant being afraid of being evicted due to misbehavior–but don’t worry, you can always give someone a second chance! 

On the flip side, Property Managers have their own layer of responsibility. It's not all fun and games! Property Owners can visit and do inspections, shoring up any broken objects—including the new Water Heater and Electrical Fuse Box utility objects. No Tenant is going to want cold water or flickering lights.

Sims can also have Aspirations to become the nosiest of Seeker of Secrets, a Five-Star Property Owner, the local Fount of Tomarani Knowledge, or a Discerning Dweller–the best neighbor and tenant ever. To make these communities even more interesting, Sims have five new traits. Sims can be Nosy, Generous, Cringe, Child of the Village and the Elder specific Wise–as wisdom comes with age.

If you purchase the For Rent Expansion Pack anytime from November 2 to January 18, you’ll have access to our Street Eats Digital Content, which allows you to bring the night market flavor home with a grill cart, street umbrella and fruit basket. 

Preorder The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack now to start playing immediately when it launches on December 7, 2023 on PlayStation®4, PlayStation®5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X|S, PC via EA app for Windows, Origin™, Steam® and Epic Games Store. 

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HOFAS/MAASVERSE THEORY: This is not the story SJM planned to tell us

Listen, if you are feeling let down by the overall lack of an ACOTAR crossover in HOFAS, your feelings are entirely valid and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And I'm saying this as someone who largely finds the Inner Circle insufferable and has the opinion of the less we see Rhysand, the better. But for real. . .point blank, this book was absolutely 100% marketed and hyped as a "crossover" which, in reality, ended up being sort of a stretch. And I believe, that at one point, it truly WAS all it was hyped up to be.

Raise your hand if you felt like HOFAS felt weird, disjointed, and unsatisfying at a lot of points.

Everyone, right? I don't think I've encountered a single person who can say they never experienced this at any point, even if they loved the book overall.

I'm sure some of you have probably heard by this point that there is a whole first draft of HOFAS out there that was apparently scrapped and rewritten entirely by SJM: SOURCE.

This draft teases a LOT of things that had people salivating, none of which actually showed up in the book we read. Examples:

HOFAS being "split between Bryce in the world of ACOTAR and the characters in Midgard".

Bryce being worried and freaked out over whether Prythian had toilet paper and receiving an answer

Nyx being featured in the story and the IC being extremely protective over him

Receiving an explanation on Rhys seeing Aelin during Starfall

SJM positively gushes over this stuff as she talks about it in interviews. You can literally see the light in her eyes and how excited she is as she discusses it. She compares it to Avengers Endgame and talks about how excited she and others were to see all the good guys come together for something epic and says this reminds her of that. However, there's a caveat. She consistently repeats things like "as of right now" or "in this first draft" or "we'll see what my editor says". Check out this live chat here.

And the next thing we know, she is claiming she turned in her first draft and felt "meh" about it, didn't like where the story went, and re-wrote the entire thing. Ladies and gentlemen, I call bullshit.

Bottom line: I truly believe, and would honestly bet a significant amount of money on, that this first draft was truly the story of SJM's heart and was brought to a screeching halt by her publishing company, who felt they could milk this hype and get more books out of it.

Essentially, if you were expecting ACOTAR 6, sorry can't help you, that was NEVER happening, BUT if you were expecting MORE than what we got, you are entirely within your rights to feel disappointed! That's why things felt weird and disjointed. . .because it was not the story she intended to tell organically and she had to make some pretty significant changes on a short notice.

The silver lining, I suppose, is the fact that I don't think her publishers talked her out of this happening in general. I think they just convinced her to drag it out longer. . .to delay it, essentially. Like I said, get more books in before finally making it happen. Because once that happens, how do you reach a higher peak? What could she make happen after that point that is more exciting than a huge epic crossover? I think that unfortunately, the Asteri were kind of wasted villains, as I don't know what other force of evil could bring all of these characters together realistically. But I do believe it's going to happen.

So yeah, you'll never be able to convince me there's not some version of HOFAS out there that only exists in Sarah's mind at this point, where the ACOTAR characters (and honestly, Aelin and the ToG characters) are much more central characters to the overall story. I'm convinced she wrote this epic story, went to her editors, and was told "Hey, the hype around this is so insane, we COULD do it now, OR we could develop the characters even further and do it LATER" (meaning more $$$$$$ for them). SJM is the QUEEN of changing her mind mid-series but to me, this really reeks of corporate greed and milking the hype. I'm trying to trust the process and tell myself that it's all coming eventually.

So stop shitting on people who complain about the lack of a crossover. We were teased with one and you know damn well SJM wrote one! I'm convinced it was teased and hyped this way because that's the way she originally wrote it and then when publishing convinced things to change the way they wanted them to. . .why tell us? If the already existing hype gets us to buy their book, it's a win for them.

I guess only time will tell!

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Chance Meeting at Sameria

Small lil hurt/comfort thing I wrote for this painting in like 2 hours containing lore of Lynda and some of her new friends, please enjoy! ^^ (Derek belongs to a friend, I only own Lynda :D)

Also TW//Blood, wounds

The city of Caitara is wonderful, bustling, filled with colourful fabrics and merchants selling their wares in the covered market near the walls. Camels are led to and fro, women carry jars and baskets on their heads, salesmen display carpets with intricate designs and herbal blends for cooking. The air smells like spice and dry sand and it suits the unrelenting heat of Sameria irritatingly well. Lynda doesn’t think she could last long living in such a place; it’s too hot for her tastes but it makes for a good vacation destination. Too bad she isn’t here to relax; there is a war coming –a war that she is definitely not prepared for with a lame arm in a splint.

Enizor said the bone would heal in a few days if she let it rest with the lifebloom concoction he’d prepared for her once they had recovered the Phoenix Crown. So, she has temporarily let go of her dual blades and opted to use one of those bejewelled staves that once belonged to the Greenwish Cult. Some of her crew have tagged along for the walk and are doubtlessly planning on loading the ship with as many bags of exotic herbs and trinkets as they possibly can. The twins are already using their salary to buy out a merchant’s Samerian Ice stock –she chooses not to ponder on what they’ll do with that much ice (it’s not like they’ll stay here for that long). The less one pokes into their business, the less likely they’re to get involved in their mess.

While browsing the fabric rolls at one of the stalls in the market, Lynda notices something rather unusual. She caught a glimpse of a navy blue coat and two feathers sticking out of the crowd, a sight that’s quite familiar to her. Without thinking twice about it, she abandons her crew at the market (silently apologises to the stall owners for the inconvenience) and chases the blue coat in the blazing streets. The noise, apparently, is too loud for her voice to be heard when she calls out, so huffing and unwilling to give up, she stubbornly follows to the entrance of a bar.

“Derek!” she calls out as she pushes open the door, right after the man in the blue coat and the feathered hat, and walks in with her makeshift walking cane, ignoring the two hooded heads that raise at the sound of her voice. The man in question is already seated at the bar with a glass of whiskey and his hat placed beside it, raises his head and waves her over, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s nice to see you again, Lynda! You’re as stunning as ever.” he says once she sits on the stool beside him. She rolls her eyes at the compliment but still smiles as she looks at him. She rests the staff against the bar.

“Always such a charmer.” –if he had one handy, he’d be offering a rose along with the flattery– “What brings you to the Nimbus sea?”

Lynda orders something simple so as to not get kicked out from the establishment once the barkeep clears his throat with quite the pointy look. They happily chat for some time, with Derek becoming increasingly more flirtatious the more sips he takes of his drink and Lynda sharply criticising his poor pick-up lines. It’s familiar, a little game she’s realised she’s missed since the time they spent hiding from the Grand Navy in Frostmill with some other friends of his.

And then, within a moment, his grin drops as he looks at something behind her and he excuses himself afterwards to walk outside. Derek has a habit of smoking and always does so outside, so Lynda doesn’t think much of it. He didn’t take his hat with him, so he’d likely return in a few minutes. So, oblivious to the one remaining hooded head that is turned her way,  and the intense eyes burning holes in her back, she takes a few sips of her own drink. That is until she is approached by someone, and the table where once sat two mysterious people is now empty.

“I’m not interested,” she waves the person off once she feels a shadow behind her. Ignoring, however, does not appear to do the trick, as the person remains brooding behind her. She sighs, and shuffles in her seat. “If you have something to say, then say it and–”

The look in his eyes is intense and there is something swirling in there that makes Lynda’s blood freeze: bloodlust. In a place like this? Seriously? What is she supposed to do? She can’t initiate a fight in a crowded bar with a wounded arm and Derek is outside, doing who knows what and taking too long to return. She doesn’t know this man, meaning that he is most likely a mercenary –she has (unintentionally) pissed off a lot of people, especially after the Silverhold incident. Surely, there is a way for her to weasel her way out of this.

“Are you with him?” the man asks in a gruff voice. She glances at his hands and notes one of them is wrapped around the handle of the sword hanging from his belt. He isn’t going to strike in here, is he? And his words stick in her thoughts. Wait a minute… What mess is Derek involved in?

“I know him.” she says, neither lying nor telling the full truth; just enough to be considered irrelevant to whatever mess has come knocking at her door. But, apparently, the odds are against her today.

“You’re affiliated with those pesky Haze scallywags, then.” the guy spits at the floor with distaste at the name. Oh, I see what’s happening now. “Prepare to die.”

The bar erupts in flames. The door is blown off its hinges, smoke and screams blow in the streets that aren’t in better shape. Lynda dashes away, holding the staff in one hand as she runs away. Derek is nowhere to be seen but his presence is visible in how ash is raining from the sky and the grey particle clouds that darken the evening sky. Whomever that hooded man is, he is certainly not alone –if only she’d noticed sooner. This must be what changed his mood so spontaneously. And he certainly doesn’t give up on the first hurdle she throws at him. He swings a strange, wet sword at her and she can only deflect each strike with how fast he’s moving, only receiving nicks and a few searing slashes.

A strong gust of air blows that vulture off her back. A woman in iridescent teal armour with gold accents quickly comes to her aid, black, messy hair and narrowed eyes. She helps her to her feet and shouts at her to hide until everything calms down. Another man steps up, wielding some solid type of magic that she has half the mind to note before she runs off again.

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The fight is over in a few minutes. It was a hit and run attempt from a rival clan, by the looks of it, and by the time everything has settled, the royal guard has evacuated the streets, duly prioritising the safety of the people. They were probably going to get involved in an attempt to end the armed dispute but they were too slow. When Derek regroups with two of the clan’s allies that happened to be in the Caitara, he thanks them both and they pat each other on the back.

It’s disappointing how that fight couldn’t be ignored but those men in the white hoods had been looking at him and Lynda the whole time they were at the bar. Their eyes were locked on them, and when the first one walked out, he knew there would be trouble waiting to happen. Only, he was hoping the second one would follow behind him once he left, and not stay behind to go after a wounded woman. He is surprised and relieved to hear from his allies that they stopped his pursuers from chasing after Lynda. Though… neither of them know where she is.

“I saw her run towards the market,” the woman in the iridescent armour shrugs her shoulders. “She’s probably fled the town by now.”

“No, no…” Derek shakes his head. Lynda wouldn’t flee and leave her allies or friends behind, she isn’t that type of person. However, the fight ended so fast because his attackers ran away when they realised they were outnumbered; she should be back by now to check up on them, bringing food and ice packs and some type of antiseptic cream; stuff like that. “I’ll go see if I can find ‘er. I’ll see ya two later.”

He leaves, marching to the market that has been temporarily abandoned and most of the goods have been destroyed. There is blood on the ground, little dry droplets that blend in perfectly with the leftover ash, and would have escaped an untrained eye. It should be normal, there was a huge fight after all, and he has a still bleeding scratch on his face as proof. And it should be normal but it isn’t. It can’t be. Something feels incredibly wrong, and cold claws of dread shred through Derek’s back.

There is more blood the deeper into the market he goes, with fading sunlight and the shadow of the tents, it’s more difficult to see. Yet, the silhouette of a figure lying on the ground is unmistakable. The dress with the flowers, the gleaming emerald of the staff, the light green hair. Please don’t be dead. He rushes to the unconscious woman and removes one of his gloves to check for a pulse.

“...rek?” comes a weak murmur and he lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding when ruby eyes open just enough to see. 

“Don’t speak.” he tells her, carefully arranging her limbs to lift her into his arms but when he tries to pull the stave away from her, her hand closes even tighter around, so he lets her hold onto it. “Let’s get you to a doctor.” She doesn’t say another word. Soon she decides that sleep is underrated and closes her eyes, letting Derek’s movements lull her. He can smell the dry blood and the seared flesh when he shuffles her body against his chest and the way her head thumps against his collar the moment she’s safely caged in his arms makes his blood boil. If he ever crossed those vultures again, he’d make sure they’d pay for this.

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Derek has ash iL so that's what all the smokey stuff is (also saved me the trouble of detailing the boots hehehe)

Lynda has got a fructured arm thanks to Captain Maria.

The twins are the misfits of Lynda's crew.

Also that isn't the complete design of the flowerdress bc I have a sash thingie of flowers to go with it (under which Lynda hides her weapons- what? The dress doesn't have pockets! she had to get creative!) (I dislike the neckt thing of the roblox model, it just makes the character appear like they have no neck, like it's pretty but a neckline would do it good)

Krita clipping is weird, I don't like it (the clipping, Krita's tools are amazing)

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Raven: Hey chat! It's ya girl, Cannibal Kitsune!

Raven: I want to give thanks to all my followers who gave generous donations and gifts during my stream last week.

Seriously, a hacksaw from User00003338475829, thank you so much!

Anyway, tonight is going to be a special stream since Valentines Day is just around the corner. So I thought, why not dedicate this stream to my crush.

She thinks her flaws make her ugly but I think they are the most beautiful parts of her. Her hair reminds me of the September sun and Autumn leaves by my house.

// Talking about Esme. //

Oh, sorry chat back to business!

Anyway, some lowlife who can't grasp the concept of beauty had the nerve to call her HIDEOUS!!

So now he's a " Volunteer" for my stream. Isn't that just SO generous of him?

So, let's meet out " Volunteer" shall we?

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+ Both tired AF. Spent all day at the " Market" then went ice skating. +

Arthricia: You got her a hacksaw?

Oliver: I thought it would add a nice touch to tonight's stream. Consider it a gift from me to you.

Arthricia: You sure know a way to a girls heart Oil.

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Oliver belong to @pink-key

Esme belongs to @beelaboola

Wow, Art and Oli be looking anime AF right now. I add everything because I know my hand writing is just atrocious.

Anyways, Raven is a " streamer " ....*sweats *

Arthricia asked Oliver if he wanted to watch a live show and well....here we are. They had a very exciting and eventful day and wanted to chill out.

Might redraw the last page just to see my progress. Been trying to get in the habit of doing background again and other stuff I use to draw.