#image: the princess and the goblin

[wine4thewin]

Just casually watching Rebel Moon on Netflix, seeing Admiral Noble willingly allow some tentacle creature to fondle his naked body, in front of a subordinate no less.

Me, tossing up hands on my couch:

[unbearable-lightness-of-ink]

The Princess and the Goblins first edition (1920)

finally remembered I was going to post photos. it's in pretty damn good condition for a shockingly cheap first edition. not pristine obviously but the binding is in decent shape and the pages are clean

also I love love love old notes in books. look at this:

in 1924 someone inscribed this to their son, and 100 years later, I'm lovingly placing it on my shelf and sharing that inscription. books like this are where our souls linger, I think.

[taylor-titmouse]

The Long Road (18+) Out Now!

Crown Jewel Tourmaline, a dwarf princess, would do almost anything to get out of her betrothal. Unfortunately, the bandits who ambush her on the way to her wedding fall far short of her bodice-ripping fantasies. With her overprotective knight Angre taken captive, it's up to Tourmaline and a debauched band of goblins to put her story right.

The Long Road is made up of four chapters in a fantasy sex farce of confused identity, notions of royalty, and gender expression. You can find a full list of its contents on the store page, along with the first four pages!

22k words, 13 spot illustrations, 7 half-page illustrations. Available as a PDF and EPUB, and comes with a curated image gallery zip of development art and illustrations, including subscriber exclusives.

Read it today!

[msgexymunson]

"Uh, excuse me, I have a job for you."

*Eddie gestures to The Goods*

😏

God why do I have a full blown mental image. Oh and of course, smut ensues. 😅

Warnings: oral male receiving, allusions to fem oral, established relationship.

"Oh, and what am I supposed to do with that?" You ask, curling an eyebrow, but there's a hint of mischief behind your eyes.

"Well, you're not feeling great and you always say you feel better when you entertain for Eddie Jr and the Goblins-"

"The Goblins??" You giggle, hand forming over your mouth to hide your amusement.

"Yeah, the Goblins. Ugly, wrinkly, live in the underdark?" He shrugs with wide eyes, as if this is stated fact.

The laugh that expels from your chest can no longer be hidden, ringing out long and loud. To Eddie's absolute amazement and joy, you fall to your knees.

"So, Eddie Jr's been missing me? And his little Goblins need some attention too, huh?" Small fingers run up Eddie's fly, locating the zip to pull it down with exaggerated slowness.

Eddie's next words are stuttered at best.

"Y-yeah, I-I mean, o-of course, fuck... but th-they ain't little."

Chuckling as you shuffle his jeans and boxers midway down his toned thighs, your firm palms drag up his exposed skin, relishing in the shake that takes over his legs.

"Of course not. Big, manly goblins."

As if to accentuate your point, you roll one of his heavy balls inbetween your lips, tongue circling it wetly.

"O-oh holy- fuck, sweetheart!"

"I thought they were-"

"OK, OK, just- please-"

Smiling and palming his length, you lick his tip, gathering the small pearl of pre cum, the taste exploding on your tongue.

"Aah, yeah, take it princess."

Happy to oblige, you envelop the whole of him into your warm wet mouth, gagging slightly when it hits the back of your throat. Working the moistened shaft with one hand, you swallow around him, revelling in the feel of his throbbing length in your mouth. Its oddly conforting; a distraction to keep you mindful and grounded in the here and now. He feels warm and solid, pulsating with need so violently that it cries for you. A salty, coagulation of a tear; hitting your throat with the tang of requirement.

"Fuck, sweetheart, th-thats, oh fuck, you're so warm-"

Humming in response, you take him deep; as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him again and again, you roll his balls in your soft hands to coax him to completion.

You don't have long to wait.

"Sweetheart, oh holy hell I'm gonna- shiiit-"

Chuckling with him stuffed inside your mouth proves too much for Eddie. With a final shudder he explodes onto your waiting tongue, flooding each sense with his release.

You suck, and suck, until he blindly yanks you off of him with tears springing to the corners of his eyes.

"Job well done?" You ask cockily, the smug grin smeared all over. Until, he speaks.

"Yes. Now, its your turn. Lie back."

Oh shit.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again no problem 11/26/2024

i don't have a good anecdote this week, i have the flu. look at my cat

listening

ty @shinygoodrock for the rec! billy bragg's the marching song of the covert. i was startled by the british accent but briefly forgot the uk's been colonizing way longer than god's favorite country, the usa

so SO cheery and so catchy! samples When The Ants Go Marching In!

Here we come with our candy and our guns And our corporate muscle marches in behind us For freedom's just another word for nothing left to sell And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well

it reminds me a lot of this poster i have framed but not hung up yet, jesse purcell's "A.G.F.T.P.O.T.U.S.O.A. (A Gift From The People Of The United States Of America)" (getcher own print at the link through justseeds)

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reading

my favorite tinned fish newsletter is back! i like this newsletter for its dry anecdotal voice, but i coincidentally have a tin of mackerel in tomato sauce in the pantry for mackintosh name reasons. seems like the best way to have it is fairly plain with some light seasonings. the author was a senior editor at vice and has been out of work for a bit since that site's collapse, so it's good to see him back doing silly free nonsense like his tinned fish newsletter

i had Dreadful by Caitlin Rozakis on hold for nearly six months so it extra hurt when i didn't particularly care for it.

like, what a premise! a beautifully written blurb that got my attention! i think i got an ad for this one on instagram. either that or it was floating around on this site.

A sharp-witted, high fantasy farce featuring killer moat squid, toxic masculinity, evil wizards and a garlic festival - all at once. Perfect for fans of T. Kingfisher, K. J. Parker and Travis Baldree. It’s bad enough waking up in a half-destroyed evil wizard’s workshop with no eyebrows, no memories, and no idea how long you have before the Dread Lord Whomever shows up to murder you horribly and then turn your skull into a goblet or something. It’s a lot worse when you realize that Dread Lord Whomever is… you. Gav isn’t really sure how he ended up with a castle full of goblins, or why he has a princess locked in a cell. All he can do is play along with his own evil plan in hopes of getting his memories back before he gets himself killed. But as he realizes that nothing – from the incredibly tasteless cloak adorned with flames to the aforementioned princess – is quite what it seems, Gav must face up to all the things the Dread Lord Gavrax has done. And he’ll have to answer the hardest question of all – who does he want to be? Dread Lord Gavrax has had better weeks.

this is a debut novel based on a friendgroup's DnD campaign, and it does show a bit. maybe you have a friend who’s freshly into improv? it gets a little wrapped up in Doing Bits. at several points i did think “i could be reading terry pratchett right now instead of enduring this bit.”

the writing itself is solid on a technical level-- there's a good balance of dialogue to description, no word choices really slammed me in the face, it flowed pretty nicely and was a fast read. flounders a bit in the middle but does pick up speed, a middling-okay pacing. if this were not a debut novel and felt a little bit more done on purpose i would be interested in talking about how the frantic lunge from plot point to plot point mirrors our protag's internal sense of self.

i do not think this rises to the level of farce, or even pastiche. it is a darkly comedic but fairly straightforward fantasy. very light PG romance elements.

so much of it is concerned with perceptions/expectations/visual tropes and then the big baddie is simply a baddie with no further interrogation. like a lot A LOT of philosophical musings on the nature of evil and the expectations thereof creating self image and morality and has unionized goblins. everything else in this book is questioned. you can’t go halfway with a deconstruction or you’re just writing more of the genre you’re trying to deconstruct. there was a scene that really clicked satisfyingly in my brain with a female sorceress, where she goes basically everyone expects me to be a bitch and a whore so let's just cut to the chase and have fun being a bitch and a whore. this alternate viewpoint of misogyny making you evil does not successfully contrast with our protag's internal calibration and view of evil but damn if that isn't the experience of being a woman in stem.

the protagonist, gav, wakes up with No memories and thereby becomes Good. or at least Better. does rozakis feel that everyone is born good and your reactions to things happening to you shape your morality? there's a reveal that one of the murders amnesiac!gav is most torn up about didn't actually happen bc his staff faked it and smuggled her out. i think this seriously undercuts the moderate amount of thinking and soulsearching and figuring out how to atone for past actions he does previously. and then it doesn’t really address any of the problems it tangled with in favor of a movie ending. it did tread a bit into therapyspeak for me. fewer shades of gray than i would have liked.

this book is also extremely heterosexual for what i expect a modern comedy fantasy to be. it neatly sidesteps the gay=/= evil conundrum but it was startling to find our protagonist with not even a curious homosexual thought.

occasionally irritating, but it was funny, except when it had to unfold some plot and forgot about being funny. this was a perfectly pleasantly written debut novel but wasn’t quite what i wanted or expected. it tries a lot of things and it’s interesting to watch the rube goldberg machine of a plot work and fail in some parts, even if it really did not carry through on its central philosophy.

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watching

breezing through a lot of stuff bc it's easier to sleep propped up on my couch arm than in my actual bed. i usually don’t long DNFs but has to remind myself never to try Quo Vadis again. my god is that a tiresome film. and not even pretty costumes or pretty set design for the first forty minutes. whereupon i bailed. all of these were first time watches, dunno why I haven’t been reaching for comfort movies lately

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playing

genshin update knocking it out of the park and also really reminding me of link tearsofthekingdom. also introduces a really good bird you can possess and fly around with. lots of vertical sky/coastline exploration which is so so so fun. i have done most of the things in this update inside a week bc i don't think they anticipated unemployed people like mainlining it between applying for jobs.

this girl's village has background music that reminds me of classic american westerns like bernstein or copland? heavy billy the kid ballet vibes. the music in this update is SO good im excited to yell about it in an future week when they drop the next album.

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making

still fallow baybee. currently incubating the influenza. no longer feverish thank u nyquil

[crowfanity]

Original

More Ace Attorney text posts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

(ID under cut)

[ID: A series of seven pictures from a Reddit thread with Ace Attorney characters.

The first picture is of the discussion topic, which reads “Let’s test something: describe your gender in a way that will baffle cis people but other trans and enby peeps will get.” Next to it is a sprite of Mia Fey smiling with her arms crossed.

On the next picture, the first comment is next to a sprite of Miles Edgeworth looking away. It says “I prefer to not be perceived by others.”

The comment after that says “A void with thigh high socks and beanie.” Next to it is Phoenix Wright’s disbarred sprite wearing a beanie and looking aloof.

The next comment says “Idk pick a slur”. Next to it is a picture of Dahlia Hawthorne looking uninterested and playing with her hair.

Below that is a comment saying “I drank too much gender juice”. To the right is an image of Rayfa Padma Khura’in smirking.

The next comment says “i wish i was an abstract concept”. Beside it is a sprite of Aura Blackquill with with her chin in her hand as she leans on a distressed Clonco.

Another comment reads “Ooblek. My gender is ooblek.” Next to it is a picture of post time-skip Ema Skye looking bored and fidgeting with her hair.

The third picture starts with a reply that says “I am a grand, old piano. I am painted black, shining and somewhat glossy. Covered in vines holding beautiful, golden flowers, I sit in the middle of a forest; forgotten, yet not lost. A cat sits atop me, staring into the distance with a glare in its tiny, marble eyes. The sun lays itself on top of my base in streaks, like looking through swaying; almost open blinds. I am a grand, old piano.” To the right is a sprite of Klavier Gavin smiling with his eyes closed and playing with his bangs.

The comment after that reads “Seven goblins in a trench coat, each with a different hyperfixation”. Next to it is a picture of young Maya Fey, leaning forward and smirking.

The next comment says “David Bowie, as played by Tilda Swinton”. It’s next to a sprite of Shih-na with sunglasses, looking at a stack of papers.

After that is a comment that says “none gender with left boygirl”. To the right is Sebastian Debeste looking smug.

Blow that is another comment reading “A shapeshifting shadow monster that takes the form of your gay aunt’s wife”. Next to it is an image of Franzaiska von Karma smirking with a hand on her hip.

The next picture starts with a reply saying “If gender is a performance then mine is the curtains which are drawn in to block stagehands switching props and the backdrop”. To the right is a sprite of Trucy Wright leaning forward and smiling with her eyes closed.

The next comment says “I’m a girl in a man way”. Beside it is Athena Cykes grinning and making a victory hand sign.

Blow that, a comment reads “i don’t know what i’m doing leave me alone”. Next to it is Juniper Woods with her hands clasped together, looking nervous.

The next comment just says “Rooster”. It has a picture of Apollo Justice with his arms crossed, looking smug.

Under that another comment says “Booby mcbeardy face”. Beside it is a sprite of Dick Gumshoe grinning.

The next reply reads “I’m all the genders but also none of the genders and everything I wear is drag and every crush I have is gay.” To the right is an image of Shi-Long Lang smirking.

The fifth picture starts by saying “If Gerard way was a sport bike”. Beside it is a sprite of Simon Blackquill smirking with his hand on his chin.

The next response reads “When you order man from wish”. Next to it is an image of Mike Meekins looking down and starting to cry.

The comment below that says “I’m gender fluid but not in a “sometimes a girl sometimes a boy” way. Sometimes my gender is Wesley from Princess bride, a sexy cowboy, pirate temptress and greasy gamer entity.” It has a picture of Jake Marshall holding the brim of his cowboy hat.

Underneath that another comment reads “an old vending machine that only gives you coffee and lime soda”. To the right is a sprite of Godot grinning and holding a cup of coffee.

The next reply says “I want to be able to see my gender in the woods after weeks of camping and get scared away, then the next night wander into the forest searching for it again but disappear without a trace, like those horror stories you read about, you know?” Next to it is Kay Faraday grinning with her eyes closed and a hand on her scarf.

The next picture starts off by saying “I’m a person”. To the right is a sprite of Kristoph Gavin smiling with his eyes closed and arms crossed.

The comment below that reads “I think of gender as icky stuff that I don’t want on me, attached to me. That’s another way of saying I don’t want gendered terms to define me. I’m agender.” Next to it is a young Pearl Fey biting her thumb and looking anxious.

The next response says “No matter who you are, if you have sex with me, it’s gay”. To the right is a sprite of Nahyuta Sahdmadhi smiling with his left arm behind his back.

Under that another reply reads “I do not exist”. Beside it is a picture of Lana Skye looking away.

Beneath that is a comment that says “bowling alley carpet”. To the right is an image of Patches smiling with his eyes closed and holding a fan while confetti flutters about.

The last image just has one reply that reads ““Hi, I’m non-binary. Please refer to me with gender neutral terms.”“ Next to it is a picture of Bobby Fulbright grinning and doing a salute. /End of ID]

[raygirlramblings]

Here a fun little head canon do you think that Daphne would enjoyed if Allegra would princess carry her if she asked her? (and while carrying her Daphne is blushing with a goofy smile on her face while Allegra is just signing yet has a content smile on her face)

dang you for putting this adorable image in my head, dang you!

Yes, I can totally see Allegra wanting to sweep her favourite piranha plant off her feet for snuggles and it would be so cute…

for about 30 seconds.

As I stated in previous headcannons about these two Daphne is an A rank goblin creature, and she likes to be in control of any situation. When caught off guard in a romantic setting like this I can see her reacting in her own weird way to put Allegra on the back foot. So we’d go from this adorable moment to this…

XD

Don’t be upset Allegra, it’s just how she shows she likes you ;)

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

Congratulations to ✨FREDDIE MERCURY✨ for being crowned the ✨SPARKLIEST BARD✨ in all the land!!!!

🎶HE. IS. THE CHAMPION. 🎶

Over the course of this bracket, he has faced off against many worthy bards, including an inter-dimensional storyteller, multiple irl musical artists, an immortal musically talented war criminal, and a muppet, and he proved himself to be the most sparkliest of them all.

Excellent singing, excellent piano playing, excellent songwriting, excellent fashion sense, and overall ~glamour~, Freddie Mercury has it all. Here are some of my favorite of Freddie's bardly moments, and feel free to reblog and add your own to celebrate our Bardly Champion!:

And to honor Freddie Mercury's wonderful legacy, I present my favorite Bohemian Rhapsody video ever -- he didn't even need to be alive to have a concert!:

And while we celebrate and throw a Queen-themed party for our Champion of Bards, do not forget to give a round of applause to all of the incredible bards who participated in this bardly showdown!! You can find all of their names and fandoms, along with the full completed bracket under the cut :D

That's all from me for now, folks!! I may make a poll for 3rd place if people are interested, and if people are very enthusiastic, I might make a round 2: fictional characters only! Lemme know if you'd be interested in either of those things, and thank you oh so much for your support through this whole bracket, and have a wonderful day all you fantastic bards and bard fans!!!

Complete Bracket in image format:

And the names and fandoms of all of our bards from the whole bracket!:

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth)

David Bowie (Real Life)

Thom Merrilin (Wheel of Time)

Gurney Halleck (Dune)

The Bard/Kiwi (Wandersong)

Daeron (The Silmarillion)

Callie Cuttlefish (Splatoon)

Finrod (The Silmarillion)

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos (The Trials of Apollo)

Apollo (Greek Mythology)

Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls)

Chong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Max Rebo (Star Wars)

Edgin Darvis (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)

Will Scarlet (Robin Hood)

Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Link (The Legend of Zelda)

Katalina (Tabletop Time)

Starling Birdsong (Realm of the Elderlings)

Orpheus (Greek Mythology)

“Weird Al” Yankovic (Real Life)

Dave BruBot/The Major Player (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Carrie Wilson (Julie and the Phantoms)

Kvothe (The Kingkiller Chronicle)

Elan (Order of the Stick)

Raz'ul, Son of Daz'ul (BomBARDed)

Edward Chris von Muir (Final Fantasy IV)

Binary Bard (Poptropica)

Christian (Moulin Rouge)

The Bard (Shovel Knight)

Fflewddur Fflam (The Chronicles of Prydain)

Man with the Harmonica (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Kyoami/The Fool (Ran/King Lear)

Diedrich Knickerbocker (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story)

Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)

Bard the Bowman (The Hobbit)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Neil Banging Out the Tunes (Tumblr)

The Muses (Disney Hercules)

Robinton (Pern)

Thistle/Sissel (Delicious in Dungeon)

Loquatius Seelie (Critical Role)

Cicero (Skyrim)

Michael Jackson (Real Life)

Oli/TheOrionSound (Empires SMP)

Megamind (Megamind)

The Onceler (The Lorax)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

William Shakespeare (Real Life)

William Shakespeare (Something Rotten)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Classicaloid)

William Shamspeare (Ace Attorney)

Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Brook (One Piece)

Gerard Way (Real Life)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra and the Princess of Power)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Frank Sinatra (Real Life)

Lias "Cliff" Bluestone (Discworld)

Rick Astley (Real Life)

Alan-a-Dale (Robin Hood)

Essi Daven (The Witcher)

Lúthien Tinúviel (The Silmarillion)

Stefen (The Heralds of Valdemar)

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Bard (Crypt of the Necrodancer)

Kass (Legend of Zelda/Breath of the Wild)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Nydas Okiro (Critical Role)

Charlie Pace (Lost)

Dob the Half-Orc Bard (Oxventure)

Kitagra (Kings of the Wyld)

Kaylie Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Father Gabriel (The Mission)

Gabrielle the Battling Bard (Xena: The Warrior Princess)

Haer'Dalis (Baldur's Gate)

Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage!)

Tom Bombadil (The Lord of the Rings)

Sylvando (Dragon Quest 11)

Steve McKenzie/Jester (Galavant)

Gieve (The Heroic Legend of Arslan)

Jaskier/Dandelion (The Witcher)

Kubo (Kubo and the Two Strings)

Guiliastes/Gui (1/2 Prince)

Rocky (Lackadaisy)

Asmodean (Wheel of Time)

Neil Cicierega/Lemon Demon (Real Life)

Kermit the Bard (Tales of Tinkerdee)

The Pied Piper (The Pied Piper of Hamelin)

Venti (Genshin Impact)

Sir Robin's Minstrels (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming)

Franz Liszt (Classicaloid)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Freddie Mercury (Real Life)

Hoid/Wit (Cosmere)

Noise (Roleslaying with Roman)

The Amazing Devil (Real Life)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Rickety Stitch (Rickety Stitch and the Gelatinous Goo)

Ron Stampler (Dungeons & Daddies)

Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV)

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Jack Black (Real Life)

Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role)

Éile (The Witcher: Blood Origin)

Hap Gladheart (Realm of the Elderlings)

Alastair Nobledrifter (Saving Throw - DnD Podcast)

Maglor (The Silmarillion)

Bill & Ted (Bill & Ted)

DJ Cadence (Club Penguin)

Imp Y Celyn (Discworld)

Bard Otter (The Last Dragonlord)

Yara of Nowhere, the Wandering Bard (A Practical Guide to Evil)

Dorian Storm (Critical Role)

Maria von Trapp (The Sound of Music)

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)

Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan (Tales of Arcadia: Wizards)

Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit)

BMO (Adventure Time)

[couldtheycatchkira]

FAQ

Is this about Kira Yoshikage? This is about the international serial killer "Kira" who kills through an indetectable, contactless, remote method. He might be in Japan, though.

Can you put a "Don't know this character/See Results" option? No. This is an active global serial murder investigation and time is of the essence. If you truly don't know who they are, either: look them up, ot just go by what I'm told are called "vibes". Do not default to "Could Not, Would Die" or "Could Catch, Would Survive" simply because you don't know who the character is.

What is the current wait time? About a year, maybe, and counting.

I thought this was for detectives only? We're desperate. Why do you think this is a suicide squad?

How many submissions can I send in one ask? Six. If you go to seven I am deleting the submission without review. Don't even think about attempting eight.

Do submissions need pictures? Not necessarily, but if you want to, make sure it's at the least an OFFICIAL RENDER. I don't like using fanart! (Nothing against fanartists, I just don't want to search something like "Kermit" and get images of strangely muscular frogs (you can imagine the hell I went trying to avoid AI images for Ramona Flowers)). IF YOU ARE SUBMITTING SOMEONE'S FANART FOR A CANONICALLY-UNSEEN CHARACTER (such as, for example, Adolin Kholin), LINK THEIR TUMBLR BLOG SO THAT I MAY CONTACT THEM FOR EXPLICIT PERMISSION.

If a character was already submitted as a standalone/part of a group, can I submit them as part of a group/a standalone? Yes, however you need to wait the full seven days after their poll goes up. In the event that both are submitted in a short amount of time from one another, I shall personally space them out in the queue so that there are at least seven days between them. This is to prevent a situation where, say, Princess Zelda is submitted in quick succession to "The Triforce Wielders" as a group, and you have two polls with Zelda running at once.

Can I submit a real human? No. Pets aren't allowed because they'd sweep, but do not send me video essayists or the like. I will not put them on the blog unless they, themself, send in their name on an official Tumblr account. I fully doubt this will happen, obviously, so simply do not do this.

Can I submit [ANYONE ELSE]? Baby life is short when you're dealing with a guy who can kill from a distance at any time. You should do whatever you like. Submit a guy who can't separate his darks from his lights. Move to a new city. Find a 200 sqft apartment. Get five roommates. Ghost all of them. Start a company that sells leg warmers for dogs. Declare bankruptcy. Move to a different new city. Enter a torrid romance with a guy who calls himself "The Creature". Cheat on him with a different guy who calls himself "Monsieur Beast", a legally distinct entity unaffiliated with MrBeast. Start an electro-flamenco band with both of your exes. Get trapped in a stupid and gay little maze. Fight your way to the castle beyond the Goblin City and take back what has been stolen from you. Eat a lettuce wrap. Move back to your hometown and tell no one.

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

TBR tag game

thank you for the tag @horrorgirlreads :3 putting it on my book blog

Rules: Share 9 books you read last year and 9 books you're looking forward to reading this year.

2024 reads - some books I enjoyed but that didn't make it onto my top 24 list:

Come Out, Come Out by Natalie C Parker - a haunting story about three queer teenagers forced into the closet by circumstance who come to terms with their identities only to be cursed by a ghost to closet themselves again

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus - the novelisation of the movie but guys, guys, it's better than the movie. the characterisation is so much deeper and it's so funny and it's just absolutely beautiful, please try it if you can

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir - why didn't i put this in my top 24? oh my god. this book. it took me so long to get here but I'm so glad I finally made it

The Pairing by Casey McQuiston - a fun summer romance with great characterisation with the hottest sex scenes I've read for a long time hehe

Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker-Martin - another one I don't understand why I didn't put on the other list. I loved discovering her writing this year and while Manhunt was great, I preferred the characters in Cuckoo

Every Exquisite Thing by Laura Steven - a YA retelling of The Picture of Dorian Gray that took the original story and talked about vanity and self-image in some incredibly interesting ways

The Redemption of Morgan Bright by Chris Panatier - if I'd known this was about the horrors of forced birth as written by a man, I probably wouldn't have picked it up but Panatier did such a good job tackling such a complicated topic. a hard read but a good one

A Sorceress Comes to Call by T Kingfisher - I'm really gravitating towards stories about mothers and daughters at the moment and this one hit just right. I love Kingfisher's fantasy so much, it's always so sweet and comforting

Dreadful by Caitlin Rozakis - a guy wakes up in the body of the dark lord and has no idea how he got there. there are goblins and a garlic festival and a very clever princess and I just had so much fun with this one. I feel like the cozy fantasy girlies are sleeping on it

okay. 2025. what else do I wanna read...

Triple Sec by TJ Alexander

A Letter to the Luminous Deep by Sylvie Cathrall

Hemlock and Silver by T Kingfisher

The Teller of Small Fortunes by Julie Leong

The God of the Woods by Liz Moore

After We Burned by Marieke Nijkamp

Right Beside You by Tucker Shaw

The Listeners by Maggie Stiefvater

Lucy Undying by Kiersten White

tagging anyone with a "G" in their URL ;)

[pursuitseternal]

Dream “In the Monster’s Shadow:” nsfw update for Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart

Astarion x Shadowheart | E | 2.5K dream smut

Summary: In her cell that is a far cry from a cell, Shadowheart finds relief from her isolation in sleep. Memories of their past… dark and twisted indulgent dreams of desires that can’t be… it’s a reprieve, until she wakes. And she’s not alone.

CW: smutty books, memories from “act 1,” dark dreams of indulging her suppressed desires, male receiving oral, inappropriate use of Detect Thoughs while sleeping, voyeurism if you squint… cliffhanger of sorts.

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Chapter 3…

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Slowly. Time passed so slowly. For all his threats of earning her keep, luxuries seemed to just appear before she even needed them. A feather bed… a screen to bathe behind… and clothes. Clothes so soft, silks and velvets and woven material she had never before seen or touched.

All of it skin tight or flowing and glowing in rich jewel tones.

All of it sensuous.

Save for the fact he never gave her any small clothes, no underwear or lacing to bind her breasts. But, as she laid in her bed, wrapped in a gown so soft she felt naked, about to open a new book that apparated on her end table… she didn’t know if she could call herself a prisoner.

She wouldn’t call this torture.

Except for the lingering ghost of that feeling of warm and wet licking up the back of her thigh. She shivered as her hand stayed on the crimson cover of that book. Whatever this was, it wasn’t maltreatment. It wasn’t the soulless torment of a deranged villain.

A monster, yes. Still that. With his glittering fangs and taste for blood and tongue to feed…

She shivered again, ignoring the slick that gathered unwantedly at the memory of that warm wet trail up her leg. Shadowheart had no idea how long it had been since then. Truly the cruelest part of all this was the deprivation of sun and time. No windows meant no marking the days before she would see him again.

And if she didn’t just start to hate the fact that each tingle of magic as something appeared made her excited.

Hoping it was him again.

She sighed, lounging on her stomach to spare the still lingering bruises on her ass and backs of her legs. Opening the cover, she read the title… A Pleasurable Deal… and a neat script flourished beneath it:

A little something to pass the time… Quite informative, I hope it arouses your curiosity, Princess.

Sensual regards,

Your Master, Astarion

Shadowheart slammed the cover, face screwed tightly in disgust.

Her head was swimming. Probably tired, body aching and hot and sore and uncomfortable. Yes, probably tired.

Curiosity niggled at her mind, however, as she scanned the worn pages of that book. Maybe, just a peek to distract before sleep overcame her.

Somewhere towards the front, she slid a finger in and squinted in a bit of fear.

“Oh, fucks sake…” she whispered to herself. “It’s illustrated…”

One eye squinted as she… examined… the picture— a very voluptuous woman grinding on… a saddle, a man fully erect with a riding crop in hand making her…

Her cheeks grew hotter than sacred flame as she slammed the book shut and tossed it across the cell. A groan, she tried to tuck herself in, sleep tugging her under.

Even if that image was burned in her mind almost as deep as the burning in her belly…

Sleep was restless… a miasma of memory and desire and want. The visions of her cell melted to the Goblin Camp… to being flogged by Astarion, his sweet silken voice purring his praises of how well she takes the pain for him. His good girl�� the sting of the beating instantly sending a gush of arousal down her bare thighs. The ghost of his warm, wet tongue lapping up every drip that seeped down over and over and over again.

Her vision went dark, more of a midnight blue, beams of moonlight pierced its shadows beneath the coverage of the glade. Somewhere near the Emerald Grove, the sounds of the Tieflings’ celebration in the distance, her mind thrummed with the recognition. Voices wafted from the treeline as she crept in the grey shade. Unseen. Unobserved. Even as she could see them…

His pale sculpted body, formed just right to make her salivate. Every ridge and rise of his stomach and chest covered in moonlight, his skin like pearl as he crossed towards her.

Always… her.

“…I’ve been waiting…” he purred in the moonlight, looking as delicious as ever.

She had been waiting too, and she would have to keep waiting, perhaps forever. For even as she watched them strip and kiss and couple, all to her disapproval, she knew sooner or later one of them would prove false.

It was the way of the world. Wasn’t it?

But watching them… it was beautiful, stealing her breath. The way his elven body bent and danced and undulated. The way he controlled every clench of his ass and every push of his knees to spread her wider. His voice was sex itself, little purrs of pleasure and little growls of ecstacy as he fed from her neck.

Slut, she grumbled disapprovingly. Giving him everything all at once… pfft.

For a moment, she was sure her lungs would burst and her heart had stopped. Swallowing a noise in her throat as she forced herself to leave as silently as she had approached.

They wouldn’t notice anyway. But as she watched… as the memory overwhelmed her, she felt every motion she observed, every brush of his hands, every piercing pain of his fangs in her skin, every pounding fuck between her legs.

Her dream swirled… the memories of that night from the past faded to darkness and canvas and the faint smell of camp. Colored fabric stretched around as she stood inside. A body at her feet.

Pale. Unmoving. Bloodless. Dead. His love.

At last she was done, her heart twisted. Only a matter of time.

That's what you get for being his, she chided and sneered in her dreams.

His… the one who stood panting naked over her, licking his bloodied fingers of one hand, the other pumping slowly over his rock-hard cock. “I knew you would come…” he purred into her swirling senses. “Seems I’ve been satisfied in one way… but left aching in others.”

“I…” she heard her voice from a distance, as if she floated, observing this vision unfold. Punishment for her arousal and jealousy… all those things she should let go of. All those things that came rushing back to choke her when it came to the vampire.

“You came here to help, didn’t you?” his voice challenged her, confident. Stirring. His bare feet stepped over her corpse, and he closed in on her.

Cutting her off from that slit of night behind the entrance.

Leaving her nowhere to go.

Nothing else to do but glance between how he sucked his fingers clean, how he pleasured himself as she watched. “It won’t take long to… heal me, little cleric. You’ll only need a taste… and think, you won’t even need to use your precious spells,” that fucking, rakish, left brow of his quirked, crimson eyes narrowing, “you wouldn’t even need to use your hands, if you wish….”

Even Shadowheart’s dream-body shivered under that crimson gaze… unmoving.

“Come now,” he purred, bringing his cold, damp hand, wet with spittle, to brush across her gaping lips.”You can’t keep your eyes of me. You groan the loudest when you have to heal her night after night once I’m through with taking my fill. You won’t have to worry about that any longer…. Even now, your breath catches as the sheer size of me.” His thumb slipped into her mouth, the slight tang of blood from his mouth touching her own tongue.

It should have been repulsive. Should have disgusted her. But she only closed her mouth and sucked on that digit, letting his thumbnail score against the roof of her mouth.

His mouth brushed her ear, voice a rolling hum that ran down her spine. “I’ve been told I’m quite the sight from one’s knees… I’m sure you would enjoy the view…”

Gods, if she didn’t drop so hard her kneecaps cracked.

Eyes fluttered shut, tongue lolling hungrily, she attended to him. Why not… it was only her dream after all… and godsdammit if she hadn’t been left burning for days now. Salty, sticky, bitter—the soft head of his cock swept into her mouth. Those early drips of seed made her mouth water. She kept her eyes closed, better that way, even as she could feel his groans of pleasure from above her, feel the ripples of his thighs as he thrust slowly into her wet warmth. His fingers pressed into the crown of her head, keeping her from pulling too far back, his other grip still held firmly at the base of his cock.

As if he meant to control every little swirl of submission he drew from her mouth.

And submit she did, her stomach knotted tight, relishing the way he would use her… to find his relief and his pleasure and healing all at once. To give what she could.

Let him take as he saw fit. Her own touch pressed on the joint of his hips, fingertips tracing that alluring v of belly. She stopped breathing to feel his skin so warm… to suddenly realize there was a pulse down his shaft as he fucked between her lips.

“What a good little princess….” He purred, fingers digging hard into her scalp as he picked up his pace. Thrust after thrust slid on her tongue and gagged down the back of her throat. “Not so lonely and burning anymore, are you? Not so jealous now that you have my full attention…”

Her hand braced on his stomach, her own strength nothing compared to his. Not any longer.

She opened her eyes, unable to tilt her head. Unable to look up into his face high above her.

Not until he let her slide to the very tip of his cock. Not completely off, but eased enough for her to cast a glance up the planes of his pale body, to meet his glowing red gaze.

Magic stung her skin, metallic tingles filling her nose, carried on her every breath filled with the sweet musk of his arousal.

But she still felt the tug of her dreams. This couldn’t be real…. Just her mind. So she doubled down, nearly swallowing his cock whole, lips almost pressing against his pelvis. Her throat closed, his breath catching in delight and surprise. A little tickling chuckle in the back of her throat, where that twitching head clogged her mouth. She spread her lips. Just a little, just a slight bite as she dragged her teeth all… the way… down.

His pained hiss was music to her ears, the punishing pull of his fingers against her scalp made her nearly come herself.

He grunted. Pure, uncontrolled tremors spilled down his shaft as it thickened, as it twitched. Hips hitched, thrusts randomly deep and shallow as he panted out of breath. A guttural noise, and she tasted him shooting over her tongue. Swallowing, she kept her lips locked around that thick shaft. Even as his hand tried to pry her off. Even as her tongue lapped the last dregs of his cum until it dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

With a deep gasp, her eyes opened, her mouth was thick and sticky with sleep. Jolting awake, the world turned on its axis. Her skin was hot, her folds slick from her dream. She started to lift her head from the comforting warmth of her bed….

Only to see the sideways sight of his body standing at her bedside. He wasn’t even looking at her face, his eyes trained on her body sprawled beneath her sheets. His nostrils flared with every breath, gloved hands gripping into his elbows, arms folded over his chest.

Astarion turned his head, her face the last thing he settled on as he scanned her. “Pleasant dreams, little cleric?”

Gods, she could smell him still in her nose. Her tongue was thick in her mouth as if she could still swallow down the remnants of his bitter cum.

“Pleasant given the circumstances…” she groaned, sitting up and sliding away from where he crept at her bedside. “Being your prisoner after all… your own nastily little slave…”

He shrugged so coolly, even as his brows furrowed as she called herself his slave. “Well… if that’s how you see this arrangement, I’m not sure I can convince you otherwise, at least,” he grinned and leaned forward, “not yet.”

Something heavy settled right on her lap, his gloved hand setting that red bound book back on her body. “I hope you kept up with your studies… they were most enlightening, I trust.”

“I found it rather two-dimensional and uninspired, to be frank, Astarion…”

“Master,” he corrected with a snarl. “And I’m sorry if it was uninspired, perhaps your dreams filled with memories and hopes were better… I trust they didn’t… suck as much.”

Shadowheart shook her head. Of course, that sting of magic in her head. “You detected my thoughts in my sleep…”

“How else might I learn what you think of me, since you’re still just so cold, withholding… when I know you can care so deeply and hard.” He tilted his head, flashing those hungry eyes on her, “And when I say you care deeply and hard… I don’t mean care as much as I mean… suck…”

Her cheeks burned hot. Flaming as her face twisted in a look of disgust and defiance and wrath. “Never you mind what you saw, what you probably manipulated me to see.”

He shrugged again, “What kind of rogue would I be if I didn’t take advantage of an opportunity, Princess.” He rolled his shoulders, hands tugging that supple raven leather gloves that encased his hands. “Now, we will have to test your studies.” With a wave of his hands that made the ruffles of his eccentric shirt flutter, and the book flew open to that page… that illustrated page… with the saddle and the crop and the look of ecstasy plastered on the woman’s face when that riding crop met her ass.

“I hope our little adventure in your dreams has left you eager for something more… real… Maybe you'll even tell me exactly why you’re here.” He tugged her blankets from off her bed as she scrambled to pull her knees to her chest. “Or maybe, just maybe, you’ll tell your master just how much you want me…”

“Never,” she hissed.

“Have it your way… I find the hard way to be more satisfying at any rate,” he purred. Snapping his fingers, magic flooded the cell, surging over her skin. When the pain settled, Shadowheart froze, even as she was pulled to her feet by that wave of arcane power.

That strange saddle sat empty, awaiting its rider. Just like the book. And before she could let the anticipation swallow her whole as she looked at it, she heard the testing snap of leather on leather.

The crack of the riding crop in his hand as it made contact with the palm of his other.

He kept his eyes on how his hands bent and assessed the little weapon in his grip. His voice was far too smooth, too silken for the way his hands clutched hard and threatening. “Brace yourself, darling, we are just getting started…”

[kekeandherrpgs]

Halsin and Jyothika’s reunion was pretty funny honestly

Jyothika did not expect to run into her ex; yeah she heard the archdruid’s name was Halsin but what were the chances it was the Halsin she dated?

You know, the very same Halsin she once vowed to “hunt down and make his life hell” because he broke her heart by running away because she was trying to pressure him into marrying her. And he didn’t have enough maturity and experience yet to tell her he didn’t want that (also her parents terrified him and he didn’t want to deal with that)

(Keep in mind Halsin was a young 79 year old elf when he “ran away” so he had yet to grow into the mature and considerate man he is now )

Halsin meanwhile did not recognize Jyothika when they met again because she looks so diff from the “spoiled pampered princess” image she had going for her when they were dating. Her vibe is also completely changed, it’s less arrogant and less confident, and more motherly and stern (she’s always been kind and caring though, it’s why he dated her in the first place)

So when they meet again, Halsin is very thrown off (and just a tad fearful) to be running into Jyothika again

Meanwhile Jyothika is indeed pissed off to see Halsin again but she also had a goblin camp to destroy? So priorities had to come before confronting the ex…

…who then pisses her off again by being a mature, kind, and considerate man who apologizes for being so cowardly back then lol. Because of course he had to turn into a decent man who couldn’t give her five justified minutes of being mad at him lol

Anyways she agrees to help Halsin out, there is definitely sexual tension between them ( perhaps even more now than before, now that Jyothika has turned into more of a nature loving wanderer who prefers the beauty of the outdoors than being in a city. Also she likes talking to animals so there’s that too) but Jyothika is also very interested in/falling in love with Bhavan by the time Halsin returns

Also she is pretty monogamous and Halsin isn’t, so there’s that too. And they both respect that about each other

That being said, Halsin does become a permanent fixture in Bhavan and Jyothika’s lives, one that they visit regularly until death (which honestly, Bhavan and Jyothika both have drow life spans by the end of bg3 soooo toss up who goes first between the three of them)

[taylor-titmouse]

The Long Road (18+)

Releases 5/24

Crown Jewel Tourmaline, a dwarf princess, would do almost anything to get out of her betrothal. Unfortunately, the bandits who ambush her on the way to her wedding fall far short of her bodice-ripping fantasies. With her overprotective knight Angre taken captive, it's up to Tourmaline and a debauched band of goblins to put her story right.

The Long Road is made up of four chapters in a fantasy sex farce of confused identity, notions of royalty, and gender expression. It contains situations of comedic dubious consent, and features plus-sized protagonists, rope bondage, cut clothing, virginity loss, stepping, multiple threesomes, sex with twins, FtM and MtF transgender characters, spit-roast, double penetration, and goblins.

22k words, 13 spot illustrations, 7 half-page illustrations. Available as a PDF and EPUB, and comes with a curated image gallery zip of development art and illustrations, including subscriber exclusives.

You can read the first four pages below the cut!

Pre-order it today!

[yumedoca]

Non-Urusei Yatsura fans, which of these IS NOT an actual character? (Answers)

The poll is over and thanks to all who voted since it's pretty fun to see how UY characters may seem from an outsider's POV! And since many were curious, here are the answers for the poll. The characters are listed in no particular order, except for the last who will be the fake one so if you just want the actual answer, just scroll down to the end; and since the poll was aimed at non-UY fans, I'll provide context for the real characters' descriptions so there will be character spoilers ahead!!

A cow monster, who is also the most handsome character in the series.

This is Rei, the female lead (Lum)'s ex-fiancee. The description I gave may sound kinda weird but it probably wouldn't sound as weird if I had stated that he has two forms: one being a mostly humanoid form and the other which is the cow monster one. He swaps between forms at random, mostly depending on his mood and comedic timing.

A princess who wants to lose her virginity.

This is Princess Kurama. She's the princess of the alien race, the Karasutengu (Crow Goblins). Since her royal line was fading away because there were no more humanoid men on her planet, Kurama decided to find a suitable man to mate with, but has no luck when it comes to that since her standards are way too high for the any of the males in the series.

A fire breathing bumblebee.

This is Ten. Like his cousin Lum, he is an oni alien and his abilities are to fly and breathe fire. Ten ended up getting a good number of votes in the poll and I'm guessing it's because people thought I meant a literal bumblebee. I gave that description to poke fun at his character design and I'm pretty sure most UY fans were able to recognize him from the description, and his resemblance to bees has been stated in canon too. But if you did vote Ten because you thought he was an actual bee, I am so sorry, please don't kill me, I should have added the word 'alien' or 'kid' to the description.

A school nurse who regularly beats up her male students.

This is Sakura. She is a shrine maiden and a school nurse at the main high school in the series. I don't think I need to give much of an explanation for her description; she's hot and all the male students are horny so it shouldn't be a surprise that she beats them all up.

A woman hater whose diet consists of baseballs.

This is Tobimaro Mizunokoji. He hates women, which is most likely a result of spending time with his rival's sister who treated him horribly when they were children (and she still does, by the way; we'll talk about her next). Oh, and as the description says, he can eats baseballs whole.. and is able to spit them out entirely too.

A teenage girl who kills boredom by plotting and attempting murder.

This is Ryoko Mendo. She is a rich, well mannered young lady and her favorite hobby is torturing her big brother and his rival (aka baseball boy from above) in many different ways for fun. I wanted to add a bit more to explain exactly how sadistic she is but the wiki does it better, so have that instead:

She will throw grenades and bombs at people while acting calm and composed, and yet will cry over them when they return to her charred to a crisp. She often acts in total secrecy without telling anyone of her plans, such as setting bombs in a giant Christmas Cake, turning a giant Christmas Tree into a firework, and retaliating to people by setting off bombs near them. She also shows an interest in black magic, having used hypnosis and voodoo dolls to torment her brother.

So yeah, she's fucking insane and I love her for it. Have my favorite Ryoko image ever as a bonus:

A sheltered girl who ends up falling in love with her brother.

This is Asuka Mizunokoji, younger sister of baseball boy from above. I feel like her she needs the most context since I think this might be the most questionable description of them all.

As per tradition, the women in the Mizunokoji family are not allowed to meet a single male until they are 15, this includes their father and brother; which is the case for Asuka. Because she has never seen a man, she doesn't know what they are (or anything that falls under 'men', like father, brother, etc.) and was raised in isolation by her mother and her family's all female guards. But her first, unfortunate encounter with a man, which happened before the arranged day ends up terrifying her and as a result, she gets a phobia of men, no matter who they are... unless they are a 'big brother'. You see, when her female guards' explained to her what men are, they unintentionally had them sound.. scary; but they also tell her about 'big brothers' (since she'll have to meet hers) who are a special type of man who look like her and are very nice. Eventually, she finally meets her big brother, Tobimaro (who didn't even know she existed till then by the way), but since the description on what a 'big brother' given to her was incredibly vague and because she has no knowledge of how siblings work, she ends up falling for him unaware of how big of a taboo it is. Naturally, it is a one-sided crush since Tobimaro knows better but that won't change the fact that it causes a lot of trouble for him.

Ok, I'll stop here because that took forever to write. Also, I took some help to write the above part from Asuka's page on furinkan.com, I needed a reference for the entire paragraph because Asuka and her shtick needs one hell of an explanation.

A TV addict with zero social skills.

This is Shingo. He is a boy who went missing during an experiment when he was small and because of that, he grew up by himself (asides from some animals) in a jungle. His only source of entertainment there was a TV, which only has historical dramas. As a result, he became very attached to TVs (he used to think the TV was his grandfather, and no I will not explain), even after he was found and brought back to society. He is also terrible at socializing since he grew up on Japanese historical dramas which are incredibly outdated. He is already weak when it comes to interacting with men, but he is the worst when it comes to interacting with woman since he has no respect towards them (again, because historical dramas). I find it funny he got a lot of votes and according to tags, it's because his description sounded more normal than the others, which makes it even funnier because he's like the only character who actually watches TV (asides from watching TV during lunchtime and stuff).

A cowardly kid who aims for a life of crime.

And here it is, the fake one! With how many characters there are, it was hard to come up with someone (for some reason, I can't be creative when I really want to be) but after I posted the poll I realized that there is a minor character who fits half of the description: He is a kid who aims for a life of crime, but he is pretty strong willed and isn't exactly what you would call cowardly or timid (His name is Kintaro, in case you are wondering- he is only in the manga and 80's adaptation).

And that is all! Thanks for joining me here and I hope you have a great day ahead!!

[linnienin]

⁕Chiron conjunct AC: the Ugly Duckling? 🥀⁕

A research by Linnie

Disclaimer: "no one is born ugly, we are just born in a judgemental society" K.Namjoon

(Other disclaimers will be added below)

⁕⁓ This will be a pretty long post, so make yourself comfortable and take your time to read ⁓⁕

Chiron's phyisical appeareance in mythology:

In the traditional Greek representations of Chiron, his front legs are human rather than equine like all the others centaurs.

This clearly sets Chiron apart from his fellows, making him easily identifiable.

Chiron is also often depicted wearing clothes, demonstrating he is more civilised, unlike a normal centaur.

In Roman depictions of Chiron, we see a fully equine lower body, in contrasts to the ancient Greek representations. Chiron's appearance is further altered with his ears, matching those of a satyr, folded over at the top (he had human ears in the Greek representations)

Take into consideration it may be possible that due to the rise of written sources, Roman artists were inspired by written descriptions of Chiron; simply using the word centaur, rather than having available traditional visual representations. This may then, not be a deliberate reworking of the Chiron myth on the part of the Romans, but simply a lost nuance of the character in its migration from Greece to Rome.

Source: Wikipedia

Chiron conjunct AC natives' appeareance:

Disclaimer: our appeareance is not delineated by just ONE aspect, these are just my observations on celebs who has this placement

These natives have features that don't usually conform to the beauty standars or ideal proportions, making them stand out from average looking people

🥀 They have the look of a tormented soul, this can make them unforgettable

🥀 They also appear wiser than their years, they have the face of an individual that has been through a lot ,and knows a lot too

🥀 Can have distinctive ears (very small, or protuding, towards one extreme or the other, usually bigger)

🥀 Can have distinctive legs (quite short or long in proportion to the other parts of the body)

🥀 Can have long torso

(Their features can resemble those of a Sagittarius natives cause Chiron is also represented by a centaur)

Fred Astaire had very long elegant legs and distinctive ears, making his presence even more unforgettable.

Lily Rose Depp has a long torso that she likes to accentuate by wearing low raise pants

Martin Luther King had very cute small ears with a unique shape, almost like the ones of an elf

Clark Gable, Maya Hawke and Antonio Banderas all have beautiful protuding ears that look like butterflies 🦋✨

Amitabh Bachchan and Whitney Huston and their long legs, Priyanka Chopra has a sinuous long waist

We will continue to analize how Chiron conj. AC manifests in ones appeareance with the roles the actors with this placements has been playing 👇

The hero, the weirdo and the badass:

We all know that cast directors have an eye for one's demeanor, so we will take advantage of this to further see how this placement affects one's image

THE HERO

Good or Bad?

Doesn't matter, they have that main character vibe, usually the hero/villain has deep wounds from the past left unhealed that still hunts them in the present, and usually they cover this deeper part of them with a mask (for some of them quite literally)

Julie Newmar in the role of Catwoman , George Clooney in the role of Batman and Antonio Banderas playing the unforgettable Zorro

Willem Dafoe playing the iconic role of Goblin,Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia, Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye and Margot Robbie in the role of Harley Quinn

THE WEIRDO

Misunderstood and rejected by society, loners, unusual personalities, they have a unique and peculiar view on life. Usually suffered from difficult traumas that left a mark and shaped who they are.

They might escape reality through art

Selena Gomez as Mabel Mora, Willem Dafoe as Vincent Van Gogh, Louis Garrel as Théo

They might obsess over proving their worth to others

Giulietta Masina as Gelsomina, Margot Robbie as Tonya, Maya Hawke as Robin

They might shape their own absurd reality and impose their beliefs on others

Vincent Price as Dracula, Antonio Banderas as Armand, Robert Carlyle as Tremotino

They might just live in silence, outcasted and distrusted by others, but still finding their own way to survive

Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood, Peter Dinklage as Trumpkin, Penelope Cruz as Angelica

THE BADASS

Fierce, steady and determined. Those people developed a tough personality due to previous experiences. They don't want to be taken advantage of anymore, and they'll stand their ground.

Lily Rose Depp as Catherine of Valois

James Coburn as Flint, Priyanka Chopra as Alex Parrish, Jeremy Renner as William Brandt and Amitabh Bachchan has done multiple roles in action movies

Robert Carlyle as Franco, George Clooney as Danny, Maya Hawke as Eleanor, Willem Dafoe as Elias and Antonio Banderas as El Mariachi

Penelope Cruz in 'Jamon Jamon'

( These three 'roles' often can merge into one)

The pretty crier

I have noticed people tend to find somehow attractive when those natives cries (especially women)

There's something deep and inspiring when these people shares their vulnerable side, and somehow the impulse to control these emotions while experiencing them (usually these natives don't like to share this emotional side in public) make them look even more 'interesting' and 'appealing' to the others (as distorted as it can sounds, sometimes people just idolize other people's pain for the wrong reasons)

But others don't understand how difficult and exhausting really is to cover their vulnerability all the time, and even when they explode because they can't take it anymore, they feel so bad and guilty that they try to stop their "pity party" (in their view) as soon as they can, apologizing immediately for their behaviour (even if you can still see the pain in their eyes)

Good dancers?:

These natives can have a great sense of music and their body, finding it easy to move to the rhythm.

In Greek mythology, Chiron was taught by his foster father Apollo the art of music, archery, hunting, gymnastic, prophecy, herbs and medicine.

No wonder we see people with this aspect attracted to these activities, and they also seem to posses a natural talent for them.

Can you recognize them in the pictures below? 💃🕺

The sacrifice:

In Greek mythology, Chiron sacrifices his immortality for the freedom and life of Prometheus.

The reasons behind Chiron's sacrifice aren't just those of his noble spirit. The centaur was fated to suffer from the wound of a poisoned arrow that Heracles shot at him by mistake while trying to complete the fourth task described in the Labours of Heracles.

Ironically, Chiron, the master of the healing arts, couldn't heal himself, so he happily gave up his immortality to free Prometheus of his excruciating pain and destiny.

We can see this theme of sacrifice in the characters mentioned above, some of them with literally sacrificing themselves, while others having to sacrifice an important part of themselves (i will not mention the details because i don't want to make spoilers if you haven't seen some of the series/movies)

And how not to mention the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr., fought his whole life for the American civil rights and racial equalty, making himself vulnerable to any attack for the good of his people

TW: body shaming, abuse, use of drugs

Disclaimer: please remember that if you have this placement it doesn't mean you will certainly use drugs or experience other disorders. These are just consequences of deeper wounds left untouched that haven't been fully healed yet, please, if you can't heal by yourself exactly like Chiron, don't be ashamed to reach others out for help and professional treatment

These natives can be mistreated by others especially at a young age, they can be victims of bullying and this can make them struggle with how they perceive themselves and their worth.

🥀George Clooney suffered from Bell's palsy (a partial paralysis of the face) during his first year of high school and was bullyied by his peers. He declared that he had a hard time but the experience made him stronger.

🥀Lily Rose Depp has always been in the eye of the public and the medias, feeling pressure since a very young age (coming from very well known parents) she also admitted to have suffered from anorexia.

🥀Demi Lovato has been victim of bullying, bulimia-nervosa, self-harm, bipolar disorder and has been experiencing lots of mental and physical abuse. She couragiously admitted to have used cocaine and she added that she began using opiates at the age of 13 after a car accident and "was already drinking" by that time.

🥀Selena Gomez suffers from lupus (that can be treated assuming drugs) and bipolar disorder, she also spoke about suffering from anxiety and depression

🥀Whitney Huston and Carrie Fisher both suffered from drugs abuse

The legend:

In Greek mythology, after Chiron's death, Zeus placed him among the stars in the sky to be honored. The Greeks identified him as the constellation Centaurus.

It is easy to say these natives will always be remembered for what they did and they will inspire and encourage lots of people that feel lost or hopeless

Their battles with pain and their courage to whithstand it will make others feel heard and understood, lightening their internal burdens and spreading light to their path ahead.

Congrats! You have reached the end of the post 💞

Here's the LIST of every Celebrity i have analized that is mentioned in this post:

CELEBS WITH CHIRON CONJ AC FROM THE 12TH HOUSE:

Julie Newmar

Clark Gable

Demi Lovato

Margot Robbie

Amitabh Bachchan

Robert Carlyle

Martin Luther King

George Clooney

Penelope Cruz

Priyanka Chopra

Antonio Banderas

Luis Garrel

Evanna Lynch

Maya Hawke

CELEBS WITH CHIRON CONJ AC FROM THE 1ST HOUSE:

Peter Dinklage

James Coburn

Selena Gomez

Jeremy Renner

Giulietta Masina

Vincent Price

Lily Rose Depp

Willem Dafoe

Whitney Houston

Carrie Fisher

Further disclaimers:

Disclaimer: I am not a professional astrologer, i like to research on it and i use this blog as a sort of diary where to keep track of my observations while also sharing my thoughts with you

Disclaimer: i made the collages (because there were way too many photos and i coulnd't insert them as singles because of the limits in numbers) but in no way i own the photos in them

Sources:

Wikipedia and Astro.com

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Thank you 🥀

for sticking to the end, i hope you enjoyed this little research of mine.

As a Chiron conjunct AC native myself, i wanted to dive deeper into the meaning of this placement because i realized there's not much out there on it

I also wanted to gather more info to further understand myself and my patterns because sometimes i find it easier to write down and analize others to realize things about myself lol

Let me know if you resonated or if you have something else to add, you know i always appreciate your feedback 😊

I wish you a great day! 🥀

Linnie

[spnfic85]

Off Limits Ch. 4

Warnings: Language, fluff (?) (define... fluff), Personal Body Image Struggles, smut, unprotected sex

Author's Note: Ah yes... that place where I'm supposed to apologize for my failure to ever commit to anything in a timely manner... 🥲

(*goblin screeching in the background "Well, I REFUSE!!" *)

No- Actually- My bad guys. I fuckin suck and I had writer's block/the big sad to all hell.

As always, this is not beta read, forgive my typos pls. I love you all!

Please Please PLEASE send me ideas to write... Shoot it by me, and if I feel like I have a confident enough grasp on the lore/history, I'll give it a shot! (A girl also knows how to research fandoms yaknow xD)

Pairing(s): 

Sam Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader 

Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: WHAT HAVE WE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR???? Thank you writer's block for finally allowing Y/N to climb that big ole giant we all like to call Sammy 🥰

Masterlist

~ There was an obvious need simmering under his stare, the man standing before you both was promising something you couldn’t even say you were sure you could keep up with, but the hammering in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach both told you that you were ready and willing to take it on. ~

Sam excused himself while you were flushed crimson, allowing Dean some time for a bit more aftercare and the shower you both found yourself tangled in just an hour later. By the time you left your bedroom, you smelled of Dean’s alpine body wash mixed with your favorite Bath and Bodyworks spray while crimson love bites bloomed across your throat and shoulder. Dean’s mission had been to obscure the ugly fingerprints left behind, while making a bold and clear statement upon your later return to the bar.

You liked the way yours and Dean’s scents seemed to marry into one, and bit your lip wondering what you’d smell like after a morning like that with Sammy… You flitted down the back staircase, your dishes in tow, and turned directly into the solid tower of a man you were wondering about.

Sammy moved quickly, catching the tray and contents while maneuvering to catch you up against the pantry door. You gasped in surprise before flushing red again, “I- I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention; did I break anything?” You worried and reached for the tray in Sammy’s hands. He only moved the tray to one hand while the other ghosted over your hip.

“I’m okay, are you?? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked intently, eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, “You gotta be more careful Princess…” he murmured softly. Your heart galloped at the endearment, and you bit your lip as you felt your entire body react to this man. What was it the Winchesters held over you? Were they gods?!?

“I will.” You squeaked out. Sam smiled slightly then, seeming to be pleased with your reply, before moving his hand to your face and dipping his head down to ghost his lips across yours. Having him so close had memories of the night prior flooding your mind, his bergamot and spice scent engulfing you. You licked your lips, only hesitating a millisecond, before you stood up just a bit more on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his.

The groan that rumbled through his chest told you all you needed to know. Sam has been holding back… giving you space… You heard the tray clatter a bit as Sam pushed it on the sideboard in the hall before framing your face with both hands and deepening the kiss.

His teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, tongue teasing and asking for more. Your sigh was almost breathed in by him, as he pressed you against the pantry door and took from you what was his. Your fingers laced up along the nape of his neck before you mewled into his mouth as Sammy ground his hips into you before breaking from your lips but staying close.

“Why is it so hard to think around you…?” He asked curiously, “Princess, I haven’t slept I’ve been thinking so much about you… I was so scared you were going to be gone today…” His ability to be vulnerable with you was always something you adored in Sammy, and now- those puppy dog eyes broke your heart.

“I’d never just up and leave… I just needed some time to think…” You murmured, “It helped having Dean fill in the blanks though.” You smiled and he chuckled,

“I’m sure he filled in a lot for you.” He grinned wickedly and kissed your forehead when you smacked his arm. “No really- Dean’s always been better about feelings and… words. I should have just been honest with you last night before ever moving to the bedroom… I’m sorry Y/N…”

You ran your fingers through Sam’s hair, tucking it behind his ear and smiling, “Thank you for apologizing, it was so confusing last night…” You admitted quietly, “I felt like the butt of a bad joke honestly…” Sam’s face dropped a bit and he looked ashamed,

“I could never make you feel like that… You will and always will be my Princess… Spoiled, but a princess none the less.” He winked and kissed you once more on the lips gently before stepping back to let you balance on your own feet again.

Sammy was helpful with dishes and prepping lunch, his hands only wandering in passing, lips grazing your bare shoulder as he unnecessarily reached over you to put away things. The man was teasing you to no end, but the prodding member that grazed your bottom when he leaned up against you assured that the torment was not one-sided. You wriggled your hips against him and smiled back at the soft hiss that came from his lips.

“Be careful baby… I wanna make our first time together special, but I’m not partial to bending you over on the kitchen island right here…” He smirked at you when you bit your lip and flushed red hot. The crimson climbed down your throat and bloomed across your breasts and shoulders. Sammy chuckled at your reaction before stepping back some when he twitched needily against you.

After lunch, you found yourself with nothing to do, Dean elbows deep in some junker car Bobby kept on the side of the house, and Sammy busy in the back yard tackling whatever moved in under the deck. You eyed both men from your spot under the corner of the deck itself and decided both tasks were above your pay-grade. There was no way you were going to accidentally break something in that old thing, and there was an even lesser possibility you were crawling under this deck to whatever momma possum was soon to choose Sammy as the enemy.

You decided to go back in the house, grabbing your Bluetooth speaker, a bucket with rags and cleaners, and the broom and mop, before heading up to the top floor. The boys both knew your routine: start at the top of the house and work your way down. You knew the bathrooms needed attention, along with the additional spare bedroom upstairs. It was dusty, and there was no guessing if it would ever be needed, but your allergies were going to never forgive you if Dean turned that furnace on in a couple more weeks and that space hadn’t been dusted in time.

All too soon, you found yourself singing along to your playlist of choice and cleaning room to room. By the time you found your way through the guest room and your room, you heard Sam holler Dean’s name and the thuds of a very large man stuck under a deck with a very angry animal. You sighed and looked out the hall window down to the back yard.

Dean was sprinting across the yard to where Sam’s feet were hanging out the side of the deck kicking. He cursed, grabbed Sam’s feet, and yanked him free. Sammy’s hair was a mess, and you could tell from here he would need the first aid kit when he came in. You chuckled and sighed to yourself softly and gathered up your cleaning stuff and placing it in front of Dean’s bedroom door in the hall before stopping to grab said first aid kit under the bathroom sink and heading back downstairs.

You heard Dean laugh and mention calling Animal Control, while Sam admitted defeat, his voice trailing to the hall leading to his own bedroom. You padded down the stairs, smiling at a busy Dean on hold while his eyes crinkled at the sight of you with the kit. You pointed to Sam’s room, and he nodded, understanding what you were saying, before you continued. Sam had the master bed and bath (it was the only one large enough to fit his massive bed set, the BFG he was) and when you stepped in his bedroom, you could hear the shower running. The bathroom door was left open, and a clear silhouette of a very naked and wet Sam could be seen through the frosty glass of the shower door. Your mouth went dry as you realized, again, how amazingly stunning this man was, before clearing your throat to announce your arrival and knocking on the open bathroom door.

“Hey- it’s just me…” You called out, smiling weakly at Sam when he peeked over the glass door, “I thought you might have a bite or two you needed taken care of when you’re done.” You grinned a bit and Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“That momma possum was not messing around.” He laughed, “Thank you, Princess… I’m almost done, wait for me?” He asked. You nodded before finding your voice,

“Y-yeah, I can wait.” You answered awkwardly. There was something about Sammy that always turned you back into some fumbling schoolgirl with a crush and it was agonizing. Although Sam seemed to enjoy it, you wished you carried more alluring poise rather than fumbling cuteness…

“Where were you off to? I realized you weren’t in the back when I got out.” He spoke up, dragging you from your thoughts.

“Oh- I was cleaning upstairs. There’s no way I was helping with wild animals.” You teased back at him.

“Ah yes, Vampires are no problem, but Y/N draws the line at the territorial neighborhood possum.” His brow quirked and he laughed at your reaction. You scoffed and feigned offense before sitting back on the sink counter,

“Well, clearly my choice to not engage was much the wise.” You said loftily and stuck your nose in the air. The shower cut off and your head whipped back to Sam. The involuntary reaction you had to him standing there, naked, in front of you was sinful. Sam smirked and grabbed the towel hanging next to him and let you stare as he dried in front of you.

“Come here, Princess.” He commanded softly.

It was as if you had no control of yourself, as you hopped off the counter and walked directly towards him. You weren’t feeling out of control, but the rush of euphoria you got at his satisfied smirk made you desperate for him to command you again.

“You listen so well…” He smiled and dropped his towel to hold your plush hips. “Do you like to listen?” He asked, his voice a murmur for only the two of you to hear. You nodded, eye contact never breaking, “Words, baby girl.” He coaxed gently.

“Y-yes…” you shy and bite your lip. He smiled and dipped his head down to kiss you deeply, hands moving across your hips and up under your tank top.

“Can I take this off?” you nodded again at him, “Words baby…” he teased and nuzzled your neck, dripping water from his hair down your shoulder.

“Yes, you may.” You squeaked out and gasped as Sammy moved his fingers up your bare skin, nibbling at your throat, before stepping back and pulling your top off carefully. His eyes roved over your body, making you shy more and blush for him.

Sam continued to carefully take off each piece of clothing while his fingers and lips worshiped your skin, never breaking contact for longer than was needed to undress you. Once you were in nothing but your panties, Sammy led you to his bedroom, flipping the bathroom light back off. The blackout drapes were pulled tightly over the windows in his room, leaving an almost intimate silence from the rest of the world around the pair of you two. You pulled Sam back to your lips as you dragged him into his bed, thighs wide to pull him closer as your fingers laced again in his hair.  

Sam was eager and easily framed your body as he held himself over you, nibbling and kissing every inch of skin his lips could find while he never stopped gently rutting against your covered core. Everything about this man felt huge against you, and it was all you could do to not climax from friction alone.

You moaned softly when Sam took his attention to your breasts and easily took a nipple in his mouth, his large hand cupping the supple soft excess as your hips tilted up towards his.

“Please…” you begged, pulling his attention back to your face, eyes locking with yours, “Please Sammy…”

Sam groaned and crashed his lips into yours while his hand moved down your hips and gripped the band to your panties. He only broke his touch to sit back and pull them down your legs and stare down at you hungrily only a moment before crawling back up to your lips and finding them with his.

“Anything you don’t like, anything hurts, you tell me. You tell me and I promise to stop immediately.” He murmured gently, making sure you understand that you can stop this at any point.

“Yes sir…” You tease and you watch his gaze darken with need.

“Princess, be careful.” He groaned while his hand moved between the two of you and teased your wet folds with his thumb, “Look how wet you are for me…” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As he lined himself up to your core, he watched you carefully as he slowly pressed his girth into you.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size, and you moan softly as Sam’s thumb finds its way back to your bud, drawing small circles as he worked his way into you, brows scrunched in concentration.

Where you thought you’d be sore, your body only openly accepted him. He groaned again as he worked the final length into you, your core warm and tight around him.

 “Fuck princess, fuck…” Sam cursed and kissed you softly before carefully pulling his length out and swiftly impaling you again. The moan that escaped from your lips was pure bliss to Sam’s ears. You clung to Sam’s shoulders as he continued to tease you while he carried slow, methodical thrusts into you.

“Please Sammy…” You moaned again, pressing your hips up against him, “Please…”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” He coaxed, his hips never stuttering, even while your walls fluttered as your climax ebbed closer and closer.

You moaned in frustration, him stopping you from making him move any faster, “Please fuck me hard… I want to cum so bad, please Sammy…” You begged and mewled as your legs shook while his thumb pressed down more on your sensitive bud and rolled the wet mess.

“Sound so sexy begging for my cock, Princess…” He moaned praise as his hips thrust deeper, the pace slowly picking up to match his thumb. His hair hung damp along his face, draping the world around you both as his eyes roved over your body, watching you swallow his girth so well.

You felt the tell-tale pressure in your belly of a climax finally coming to fruition, back arching as your walls clenched down on him as wave over wave washed through your body. Sam groaned loudly and moved the hand teasing you, to pull your leg up, hooking your foot on his shoulder and picking up the pace to fuck himself into you, hard.

You were a babbling mess, clinging to the sheets around your head, as Sam panted, lost in this moment with you. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned while looking down upon the mess he’d made of you under him and grabbed the headboard for leverage, “Shit- Princess tell me where...” He muttered urgently.

“Wherever you want Sammy,” you panted and moaned, enjoying the angle he hit your spot. Sam cursed softly and pulled out the last millisecond, covering your mound in his cum. You watched with a pleased look on your face and wiggled your hips back up when you saw the look on his face fighting pressing his still hard member into the mess.

Sam kissed you deeply, ignoring the fact that he could continue if he wanted, choosing to pay attention to you instead. His kisses littered down your throat, darkening marks from Dean as he went, before stopping and looking down over you.

“Never in my life did I think I’d get to see you like this.” He murmured bemused.

“Naked and well fucked?” You teased with a wink.

He chuckled at you and shook his head, “That, yes, but so much more… I never thought I’d get to see you like this because of me.” He admitted.

This tore your heart. Both boys denied themselves something so simple, and for what? Your dignity? Your internal voice scoffed to itself. No... This man before you and his brother would never feel that way again… Not if you had anything to do about it.