#like i thought it might be in the plants again but it's not in the plants

[breannasfluff]

“I’ve got to find them.” Danny breaks into the conversation, cutting off Harleen. “I won’t let people be experimented on when I can save them.”

Harleen rolls her eyes. “Honey, I’ve seen you fight, don’t get me wrong, but you’re going to need more than your fists to take this plot down.”

“Look, I know Batman isn’t a fan of Metas–”

“Since when?”

Danny rolls his eyes at the interruption. “Everyone knows that.”

Harleen glaring isn’t what Danny expects in response. “Signal is a meta. Are you tellin me that you’re biased against metahumans?”

“What? No! Why would I be?”

“Why would Batman?”

“But–but–!” Danny splutters, because all the rumors said Batman hated metas in his city. Ancients, it’s one of the reasons he chose to come here! “Wait, Signal is a meta? On Batman’s team?”

Harleen throws her hands up, letting out a half-moan, half-wail. “I’m surrounded by idiots! God, kid, what have you been doing in Gotham this whole time?”

“Delivering…pizzas?”

Pam puts a hand on Harleen’s arm. “Calm down, he’s not trying to cause trouble. He’s the least likely to be biased against metas.”

When Harleen doesn’t start ranting again, Danny restarts. “Anyway, I was going to say that I’ve been trying to lay low and keep things secret, but this is bigger than me. I’ll use my powers to get those people free, but I might need some help.”

“Wait, wait–you’re a meta?” Harleen’s eyes are a millisecond from popping out of her head.

“You didn’t know?” How didn’t she notice? Pam’s seen both sides of him, so it’s logical that she…told…Harleen.

Going by the death glare Harleen was turning on Pam, she hadn’t shared that information. The botanist holds up her hands, inching backward. “In my defense, I really thought you knew already?”

The scream is pure Harley and she tackles Pam. Plants form a net behind her before she can hit the floor and, for a minute, it’s a classic catfight.

Danny stays out of the way because maybe this was sort of his fault. He probably should have introduced himself back when he guessed their alters. But hey, he’s 16! Give him a break! Adults are supposed to have their crap together.

Read the rest here

[scorpioriesling]

Hello! Do you think you're going to continue writing part 5 of " invisible strings" with eris? I really loved this series! Thank you

Invisible String - Part 5

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warning(s): Please be advised; this part might not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution.

Summary: You'd taken the nanny position for the royal family over a year ago, not expecting what would come of it or how close you'd grow to the child you cared for. Things became tough for Eris when his wife left him and his daughter, and he found it increasingly harder to raise Riley himself. He soon realizes, you've provided a lot more than the typical job description duties for his daughter... and maybe for him, too.

SR’s Note: My apologies, this took forever for me to finish writing for you all (I've had so much on my plate lately). This part IS SHORT, HOWEVER I'm literally already working on the next part and wanted to give you guys at least what I had done so you knew I was indeed working on it! Lol. I added in the advisory so that younger / uncomfortable readers won't read the series without knowing or expecting potential risks in content to come. For those who enjoy or look forward to content as such -- I hope you are excited! Nonetheless, I hope readers will enjoy this series that came to me in a dream one night. (; Much love to all.

Tags: @mellowmusings @talesofadragon @rcarbo1 @mandziaaa @lilah-asteria @a-frog-with-a-laptop @kitsunetori @dannul @velarisdusk @lamarmotta @paintedbyshadows @i-know-i-can @adventure-awaits13 @acourtofbatboydreams (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

The Autumn Court experienced the changing seasons like any other in Prythian. Spring was still spring, there was still snow in the winter -- but, the current state of dreary, grayness that took over the sky and stretched beyond the court's borders was quite the contrast to a usual week in July.

Perhaps, it was a reflection of the inner turmoil seeded in those residing in the Forrest House.

"Y/N," Riley whines. "When will the sun come back?"

You sigh, wondering the same.

"I don't know Riles. I truly don't."

She huffs, her fingers reaching for her the mason jar sitting in the middle of the table. The wilting flower inside has lost the vibrant orange coloring on its petals from last week, now replaced with wilting brown ones.

"My flower is yucky with no sun on it." She frowns. You pat her head as she inspects the plant, your shoulders stiffening when you hear the front door open and close quietly.

"Daddyyyyy," Riley groans. "When is the sun coming out?" She trills, hopping off the dining room chair and making way for the front door. It seems she heard him come in too, as she makes her way toward the foyer.

The two of you had gone the entire week with as little communication as possible -- a whole lot of "yep"s and "mhm"s and nods and short debriefings. Since the whole closet incident from the week prior, you hadn't gotten the courage to talk with him again anyways; he'd been so cross with you, so irritated. Your cheeks heated at the thought, how embarassed you'd felt that night. The shame.

Honestly, the whole thing made you a bit angry.

You take a deep breath as footsteps approach, their hushed, mindless conversation drowned out by your own thoughts clouding your headspace. It's not until Eris is standing right in front of you that you come back to reality.

"Play tea party?"

You glance down, taking in the little one's innocent expression from down below. You give her a soft smile, looking to Eris quickly before returning her gaze.

"I'd be honored, dear -- would you go set it up? I'll come join you in a few minutes. Let me talk to your dad first." Riley nods, skipping down the hallway toward her bedroom. Eris looses a sigh, passing toward the kitchen island and leaning against it before looking to you again.

"So..." He says, folding his arms across his chest. You suck in a breath, prepared to hand it to him -- ask him what the Hell all that disrespect was for, what the deal is with the gowns, what was going on between the two of you, all of it.

But, your eyes catch on the wilting stem in the glass jar still sat on the table. You stall a moment, every angry thought in your head receeding like the tides when you consider what could be a more imortant topic of conversation in this very moment.

"So..." You begin, taking a step toward him. He watches you, his face expressionless, as you continue. "I... I've been thinking. Riley is, almost five, and... well, it is the last week of July..."

He simply nods, as though saying go on without saying it. You can't help but roll your eyes, stepping to stand right across from him in the space between the island and the kitchen counter.

"I think she should be enrolled in school."

His brow twitches at this, the most you've gotten from him all week. It's silent for longer than necessary, almost uncomfortable, so you start again.

"She's asking me things, Eris, that she needs a proper teacher for-"

"No."

You startle, blinking as his face returns to that look of emotionless stone.

"W-what?"

"I said no." He shrugs, staring you straight in the eye like it isn't negotiable.

"...Okay, well, I want you to hear me out." You say, trying to remain calm. "She wants to learn. She's inquisitive, and smart, and she-"

"I know she's smart." He cuts in. You huff, your brow furrowing.

"Eris, you're not even listening to me." You can't help the way your voice pitches, but his brows flatten into a straight line.

"I don't need to hear it, Y/N -- she has you. We can hire a teacher to come here if you want. But no, she isn't going to a public school where Gods know what could happen to her." He says, his low tone rising with each sentence.

You push off the counter, folding your arms across your chest. "She needs the social interaction with other kids her age, Eris. You can't keep her locked up in here-"

"I'm her father," he says angrily, leaning toward you. "I think I know, what she needs."

Once the words leave his mouth, his face softens as though he realizes what he's said and how he has acted. You stand still, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. Never has he acted so defensive, not even with the damned dresses -- but this, this was on a whole different level.

You watch as his expression changes from rage to pure worry, his concerned eyes searching yours in desperation. You can't help but look away, only glancing back when his fingers hesitantly reach for your arm.

"Y/N, I didn't mean-"

"Don't." You yank your shoulder back, sneering up at him. He drops his hand slowly, shaking his head as he fumbles for his words.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I-"

"You're damned right, you shouldn't have." You said, glaring up at him through your brows. The lump in your throat only grew as you began to feel bad, practically kicking him while he was indeed apologizing.

Maybe he deserved it... a little.

You turned on your heel, making way for Riley's room. He could make dinner tonight. After all -- maybe some pretend tea would do you good.

･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

"I need to leave at first light for another trip with the guard."

It'd been a few days since you'd had it out with Eris, and maybe it was good you did; he'd been much more present, insisting on cooking, proving more when he was home, and being more involved with not just his daughter but you as well when he was home in the evenings... well, as much as you'd let him be. You hadn't entirely forgiven him yet, all things considered, and the incident from a few weeks ago hadn't even been mentioned, so the relationship was, awkward. To say the least.

"How long this time." You said it as plainly as you could, trying to ignore the burn of the firepoker upon your heart at the thought of him leaving again. You wished it didn't hurt so bad, wished it didn't effect you so much each time.

"Only three days. A quick trip to Spring and back." He nods assuringly, setting his pack on the dining table and looking to you. Nodding, you awkwardly run your hand along your arm, feeling a bit exposed under his intense gaze. This late in the evening, you knew he didn't tell Riley he'd be leaving (per usual) -- so she'd wake up tomorrow with that lovely realization.

"Ok." You chew on your bottom lip, and Eris sighs, stepping toward you. He reaches for your hand, but sensing your hesitation, he retracts. A look of sadness crosses his face before his eyes meet yours.

"Those dresses... in the closet." He murmurs. "They were Selene's." His jaw tightens at the name, and you swear you stop breathing. This was not the conversation you planned to have tonight.

"She... her family, they pass them down for tradition." He continues. "On her way out, she didn't really care to take them; I mean, she took just about everything else, but." He huffs a humorless laugh, but continues when you don't say anything.

"Anyway... I kept them because." He sighs, his head dropping before looking to you again. "You're right, Y/N. Riley is a very smart girl. One day, she is going to ask about her birth mother, and, well."

He shrugs. "I'm not going to have anything to show or give her that was hers." His gaze drops.

"The only thing I had left was those silly dresses from her side of the family."

Your heart clenches as though you can feel every ounce of sorrow he is feeling in that moment. You reach out, your hand caressing his cheek softly before you can think.

"Eris, I... I had no idea, really, I'm sorry-"

"Please, Gods don't apologize." His hand covers yours, his fingers wrapping around yours as he holds it against his cheek. "I know how it looks, and how it must have looked when you happened upon it." He sighs, his other hand reaching for your waist.

"It didn't help that I handled the situation poorly, either." He admits, sorrowfully looking into your eyes. You gaze up at him, your mouth twisting to the side. "I can't take it back, but I truly hope you can understand how sorry I am Y/N."

You step closer, closing the gap between the two of you as he pulls you into a firm embrace. His hand runs through the strands of your hair, a gentle reminder that everything might, just might, be okay.

･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

"Y/N! Another!"

Riley holds out an identical bloom to the one previously in the mason jar to you th efollowing day, her earlier sadness at her father's departure replaced with temporary glee.

"Oh wow! Look -- this one is very vibrant." You wink at her, continuing on the path back to the Forest House.

"Vi...bran...t." She sounds out, examining the stem in her hand. She dumped out the dead flower pre-garden walk, and surely will now want to replace it.

As the two of you approach the front door, you stoop down to grab the few pieces of mail collated there. One envelope of deep mohogany with gold embossing catches your eye -- but, you follow the little girl inside nonetheless and push the door closed.

"We put this in the cup?" She asks, already making way for the sink to gather more water for her jar. You set down the paper pile, giving her all your undivided attention.

"Of course dear," you say, helping her to sit on the counter and fill her jar from the sink. She places the new flower in the glass, beaming at its brilliancy.

"Yay!" She squeals, her little feet kicking with delight. You help her off the edge, carefully transporting the jar to the table where it sat prior.

"We make sure this one has sun," she insists. "So it won't be ugly."

You chuckle, returning to the mail pile and plucking the envelope from the top. Your intrigue only grows when you see it is adressed to Eris, Riley and you.

You don't waste another moment in tearing it open.

Scanning the page, you feel a new kind of excitement -- a flutter of hope in your heart, a surge of excitement through your veins. Every nerve ending is electric within you as your true joy grows, the passionate feeling inside deeper than what you thought you could explain before. You felt, like truly, what you said meant something. Someone cared what you said, and you'd been heard.

"Riley?" You called. Her little footsteps bounded into the room, a look of interest on her face as she took you in and the paper between your fingers.

"Uh huh?"

You grinned, telling her the wonderful knews.

"Your daddy signed you up for school next month, sweetie."

･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

[dwaekkicidal]

hihii ! i love the way you write hybrid skz, it’s just so fun to read & i eat it up everytime 😚🫶 !!

lowkey might be cliche LMAO but i’m obsessed w the thought of fox!innie & bunny!reader, either reader is in her heat & innie is being a little horny shit or .. reader is sick of his bullshit & ends up bouncing on his dick until they’re both whimpering messes ><

if i cant have this, whats the point in being alive. (im kidding) (im not) thank you for this anon i love you so bad

also this is gender neutral! i talk about breeding but fox!jeongin thinks if he tries hard enough, he can and will get you pregnant. no matter what. :)

alpha fox!jeongin who smells your heat days away. that in itself is enough to get him going but when he sees you start to nest, in his bed, he absolutely loses his mind

he gives you no time to say anything before he's dragging you to said nest, tossing you onto it and settling himself on top of you

he starts off just hovering above you as he plants each kiss, hickey, and bite to your neck. he's insanely impatient and will have you bent over and impaled on his cock no longer than a few minutes after having pinned you to the bed.

depending on what you're wearing he might start fucking you within a few seconds- he'll yank your top off and will simply push your underwear to the bottom of your ass and sink into you fully, no prep because he wants you to really feel all of him <3

and he's so mean when he fucks you!!! switches between either tangling a hand in your hair and shoving your face into your nest OR grabbing a tight hold at the base of your bunny ears and pulling, forcing you to arch your back for him

his cock is nestled so deep that you can feel him in your guts, your stomach eventually hurting from how hard he pounds into you and from how much he cums inside of you

and speaking of cum, don't you dare even think about wasting any of it. deep down he knows its inevitable that it will spill out, especially because he cums actual buckets every time, but also because he cums into you over and over and over again

however! that wont stop him from getting easily pissed off when he sees a drop of his cum venturing too far from your puffy hole >.<

youll be lucky if thats enough for him to pull out for a second, but more often than not it leads to him pulling you upright and flat against his chest so he can land a few slaps to your thighs while he's still deep inside of you, his hips no longer moving

says shit like; "what do you think you're doing??? ungrateful bunny. i put all this effort into fucking you silly and all i ask is that you keep my pups safe." with a tight grip on your hair holding you perfectly still so he can whisper it into your ear.... ugh..

if youre too out of it and dont answer hes gonna growl and start fucking you hard. his free hand is gonna drop to your thighs and scoop up any loose cum so he can shove those pretty fingers down your throat- "since this little hole wont accept my cum, that slutty mouth'll have to do."

when he does eventually get tired, literal hours later..., you're finally allowed a break! he lets you do your thing in the bathroom, growling to himself at the thought/knowledge that you're gonna be ridding yourself of- wasting- a lot of the cum he just allowed you

but oh! whats that? jeongin is starting to feel a little hot and under the weather by the time you come back in the room? wait... he thinks you triggered his heat? oh. well, in that case, you can go a "few" more rounds, right? :)

it doesn't take long for him to rest his back against the headboard after dragging you back to the bed. and he'll kiss your complaints away when the action causes your nest to get messed up. he doesn't let you get too upset about it, cause he loves you to death! and if forcing you to ride his cock and take it to the very hilt is enough to stop your heart from breaking, then he will happily do so

long fingers digging into your thighs and shit eating grin spread across his face, his canines poking out slightly as he stares up at you as you ride him. and when you inevitably get too tired to continue, he's gonna use those pretty muscles to lift you and drop you onto him!

and dont worry! your pretty little whimpers and cries dont discourage him :) and thats because "you need to take it, bunny. 'm not stopping until your cute little tummy is full of me." so if you've never met a stubborn person before, you are in for a real treat with this greedy ass hybrid.

he's soooo happy... this position lets him go so deep, scratching that little itch in the back of his head about how he needs to breed you- and he's sure he's doing it thoroughly enough when your nails dig into his shoulders in overstimulation.

dont mistake his own whimpers for him running out of fuel! he's not even close to being done yet, so don't expect to get away anytime soon~ you're gonna sit right there, on your rightful throne, and you're gonna accept every. last. drop. of his offerings.

he needs to mark his somehow <3

Taglist (red=can’t be tagged):

@valkyriexo @lunearta @jabmastersupriseee @rylea08

@yaorzu-blog @amararosesblog @jiminssluttyminx @clemissleepy

@miss-daisy04 @kittyxnoa @dwaekkiiracha @bubblerizz

@mariteez @fun-fanfics @honeyybbuubblleess @kittycatkrissa

@nicora04 @chuuyaobsessed @moonlightndaydreams

[cakerybakery]

He just wanted to check out the garden. He snuck away from his post at the wall for just a minute! He didn’t mean for it to end like this.

Lucifer had been inspecting the purple lilacs when Adam appeared behind him.

“Hello?”

Before Lucifer could answer he was suddenly picked up by the giant human and cradled him his big strong arms.

“What are you doing?” He squeaked out.

He knew human were supposed to be ten feet tall, but seeing it in person, ten feet was obscenely tall.

“Are you a baby?” Adam asked him.

“What?! NO!” He wiggled to get out of Adam’s arms safely. He didn’t want to hurt the human by accident. Lucifer might only be a bit taller than five feet but he was still an angel and much stronger and more powerful than a mere human.

No matter how big and strong their arms were.

Or their chest.

Or those shoulders.

Wow. Those are big thick biceps through.

Lucifer bit his lip and stopped trying to get down as he touched the soft skin over hard muscle.

Distracted as Adam carried him, he didn’t notice they left the glen.

“Lilith! Look!” Adam held him out to show off and Lucifer let out a squeaky noise of surprise. “I found a baby!”

Flushing gold, Lucifer flared out his wings the best he could. “I’m NOT a baby!”

“I’m just short.” He grumbled.

Looking up from her flowers and fruit, Lilith gave them a curious look. “Are you sure? It says it’s not a baby.”

“Yes. The angels said one day we would welcome a baby into the garden. And I said hello. The angels must have left it for us because you said you didn’t want to grow a baby in you.” Adam beamed and Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“I am an angel. I have wings, a halo, and a robe!”

Lilith nodded along, “it’s true, they do.”

Adam scrutinized Lucifer. “I suppose. But they’re small! The other angels are much bigger.”

“That is also true.” Lilith agreed and got to her feet to look at him as well. “Baby? Are you sure you’re not a baby?”

“Very sure.”

“They say they’re sure, Adam.”

“I heard!” Adam pouted. “That’s too bad. I’d like to see a baby.”

Lilith just shrugged. “Maybe to look at, but I don’t want to have one.” She looked Lucifer over. “It is cute though.”

Adam snatched Lucifer back to his chest. “They’re mine!”

Turning red and knitting her brow, Lilith grabbed him from Adam. “Why are they just yours?! I want to hold them too!”

Lucifer was smothered into Lilith’s breasts, her strong arms holding him easily. He thought about figuring out how to get down without harming her but was a little distracted by her large perky breasts and the muscles on her arms. She was just about as tall as Adam.

Adam took hold of him again and the pair argued over him.

He was pressed between them. His face in Lilith’s bare breasts, Adam at his back. ‘Is this Eden or heaven?’ Lucifer forgot all about getting down and started thinking about how hot it would be if they angrily made out or mated with him there.

Lucifer flushed gold and scolded himself. He was an angel! He shouldn’t have thoughts about the humans like that.

Sadly, the two agreed to share him and Lucifer was mostly let go. They took turns cuddling him, carrying him around, and listening long enough to learn his name and gender.

It was enjoyable being the center of attention for once instead of ignored.

Between the two of them he found himself slowly stripped as their checked out his clothing, until he sat there in nothing at.

They were both happily cuddling him when Sera arrived.

“What is going on here?” She looked disapprovingly at them. “Lucifer, you are to be guarding the wall.”

“I was-“

“He’s ours!” Adam interrupted.

“Yes. You said everything we find in the garden, except the tree of knowledge, was ours.” Lilith cling to him harder. “And we found him.”

“I found him.” Adam corrected but wrapped his arms around them both. “But it’s true you said that.”

“I didn’t mean-“ Sera let out a frustrated groan. “I meant the plants and animals!”

“He’s ours.” They said.

“Lucifer-“ Sera started but the humans hissed at her as she tried to talk to him, clinging to him tighter. “This is ridiculous. You two are meant to be a pair. You can’t keep him.”

The humans started kissing his neck and cheeks and Lucifer turned as yellow as the sun. In between kisses they told her they would still be a pair, just with him.

He started to giggle as the kisses tickled and attention felt good.

“I need to talk to the counsel.” She sighed heavily and left them. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“He’s cute.” Lilith nuzzled his neck.

“Very cute.” Adam kissed his skin.

Lilith twirled his hair around her finger as Adam’s hands dipped down and touched him where genitalia would be were he to want them.

“You know, Lil,” Adam spoke teasingly, “since you don’t want to have babies, maybe I can have them with Lucifer.”

Lucifer let out a little squeak. This was getting so far out of hand.

Lilith thought for a minute, “How? You can’t have babies. I don’t know if he can have them. He doesn’t look like either of us.”

They both looked at him quizzically and he swallowed a lump in his throat. “I could make that modification.”

He was full on sandwiched between them and he had trouble keeping track of big strong hands, who’s thighs he was on, and who’s lips were on his or his body as they shared him between them and he became nearly delirious with pleasure he had never experienced before.

Whispering in one ear, Adam coaxed him to change himself so they could have babies. In the other Lilith asked if it was possible for Lucifer to give her the ability to get him pregnant.

He couldn’t say no.

He didn’t want to say no.

Heaven is so slow to get things done.

As Sera and the other Elders arrived to their glen Adam held out a hand to help Lucifer to his feet. He hadn’t been able to get up easily on his own for a couple months now and couldn’t remember the last time he saw his feet.

He wasn’t very tall and he was quite sure that this time he was having twins. Lucifer certainly felt more feet and hands than last time. Plus he was huge as the babies had no where to go but out.

Lilith picked up their nearly year old daughter. They weren’t sure who of the humans sired any of their children. Charlotte looked too much like him, although her nose looked more like Lilith’s than Adam’s so he was leaning that way.

The other angels dead stopped seeing him and Lucifer gave a nervous chuckle.

Sera turned and glared at the Elders, “I fucking told you we didn’t have time to stop for lunch.”

[witchezandwonderz]

The Dragon's Empress- Part Two

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Female Reader

Word Count: 2096

Part one of this story is on my masterlist- go check it out pls x

Tagged (never done this before so tagging ppl who reblogged, let me know if you want me to remove your tag): @silentwhisper666 @loxbbg @slytherin-bissqueen @groundzerosuki @rosey1981

As the council meeting concluded, Y/N stayed seated while others filed out. When the room emptied, Aegon turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “So quiet today, my queen. I thought your sharp mind might have dulled after last night’s… events,” he teased, a grin on his lips.

Y/N looked up at him, wearing a small smile. “My utmost apologies, my King, I was pondering,” she replied, leaning closer as she spoke. Aegon hummed in response, encouraging her to elaborate.

“I feel as though I know how to overcome this problem, but I’m not sure if you will appreciate my plan,” she admitted, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. Aegon, confused by her words, leant forward to touch her hand so that she would look at him once again. He did not like seeing his wife in a state of apprehension.

“Why don’t you tell me of your plan, and I can be the decider of whether it is appreciated or not,” Aegon stated, attempting a reassuring smile, though it looked far from genuine—kindness was still unfamiliar territory for him. Regardless, Y/N knew his intentions were good, and this encouraged her to speak further.

“This uprising among the people, these rumours—they’re born from fear and resentment, not mere rebellion. A show of force will only serve to drive them deeper into it,” she spoke with passion. Aegon listened carefully, taking a moment to truly process her words.

After pondering, he let out a small laugh. “I must be misinterpreting your meaning, my love; it sounds as though you wish me to negotiate with those who wish for my death,” he laughed, taking a big swig of his wine. Y/N did not return the laugh. “Not negotiate, husband—listen to them. Listen to their thoughts and feelings.”

Aegon’s smile disappeared, and he let out a quiet, “Oh, I see.”

“You needn’t make a decision now. Think about it, and if you wish to hear my thoughts further, then come and find me,” Y/N spoke softly but firmly. She stood gracefully, moved closer to Aegon, gently pushed a lock of his blonde hair from his face, and planted a kiss upon his forehead before turning and walking out, leaving him to sit and ponder her suggestion.

Aegon thought for a while. If there was anything that terrified him, it was vulnerability. Approaching those who wished him dead would leave him in the most vulnerable position he could imagine—surrounded by those who likely supported his half-sister, Rhaenyra. Initially, he felt slightly betrayed that his wife would suggest something so dangerous. But as he thought further, he began to consider its potential benefits. After what felt like hours, he decided to find Y/N so she could explain her idea in more detail.

Aegon searched most of the grounds for Y/N, but could not find her. The outside air was freezing cold, so he hesitated to check there. Finally, he begrudgingly pulled on more layers and ventured into the cold.

What was she doing to him, he thought. He had never gone out of his way to find someone before—he had never cared enough to do so.

Aegon wandered in the darkness with Criston Cole at his side, as always. Soon, he spotted Y/N in the distance, seated in front of a tree. His brows furrowed. Why would she sit in the cold when she could be warm in their chambers?

“Remain here, Cole,” he instructed. The Kingsguard nodded and stayed in place as Aegon approached Y/N.

She hadn’t noticed him; she was too engrossed in her own thoughts. Unbeknownst to the King, Y/N did this every night. She would dismiss her guard, sit under the tree, close her eyes, and get lost in daydreams.

Despite how peaceful she appeared, Aegon couldn’t help feeling anger toward her lack of defence. What if someone found her alone and harmed her? His heart wrenched at the thought.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, standing directly above her. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, and she jumped slightly at his voice. Realising it was Aegon, she sighed in relief.

“Thank the gods it’s you; you gave me a fright!” she said, propping herself up on her elbows. Aegon tutted as he sat beside her.

“I thought someone of your intelligence would know not to sit out here, isolated,” he stated. Y/N looked at him with confusion, prompting him to continue. “You’re vulnerable here—no guards, no defence.” She smiled at his words, which wasn’t the reaction he expected. He had hoped for more of a “sorry, it won’t happen again.”

Unexpectedly, Y/N leaned forward, grabbed his collar, and pulled him toward her, crashing her lips onto his.

“You care about me,” she stated, breathless. Aegon laughed. “Of course I care about you?” His words came out more as a question than a statement.

“I thought about what you said, and I’ve decided I want to hear your plan in full. But,” he paused, looking at her, “I’m uncomfortable surrounding myself with rebels.”

“Rebels only when they’re left voiceless, my love,” Y/N said. “Show them a king willing to walk among his people, one who has confidence in his rule and strength enough to show understanding, not fear.”

Aegon felt a surge of resistance rise in him. Every instinct screamed against such vulnerability. But there was wisdom in Y/N’s words that he couldn’t ignore. She suggested something he’d never considered—a ruler’s strength wasn’t merely in intimidating his enemies, but also in reassuring his people.

After a long pause, Aegon sighed and nodded. “If this is your counsel, then I will hear it.”

Y/N nodded, pleased. She hadn’t expected him to seriously consider her suggestion. Yet she couldn’t shake a flicker of fear; she knew how much risk this entailed. If it went wrong, she would have many questions to answer, and her mother-in-law would eagerly seek revenge.

The next day, Aegon and Y/N left the Red Keep, accompanied by their guards. They had considered only taking Criston but deemed it too risky.

“Relax, my King. These people can smell fear,” Y/N whispered as they walked through the city. The bustling citizens paused to watch the couple stroll by, some with looks of apprehension, others smiling and waving. Aegon held Y/N’s hand tightly, and she squeezed his to reassure him.

“Good morrow,” Y/N smiled, bowing slightly to a group of people who had gathered nearby. To Aegon’s surprise, she walked closer to them. He tried to slow her down without drawing attention, but Y/N used all her strength to pull him along. Once close, she shook the hands of each person, looking at Aegon expectantly until he followed suit. The group, initially frowning, now wore broad smiles.

As they engaged in conversations, word of the king’s visit spread, filling the air with voices and questions. Some spoke with bitterness, others with worry, but all found Aegon’s ear.

For the first time, Aegon saw these people—his people—as voices rather than subjects. Voices with opinions that mattered, for they spoke about their own livelihoods. He had been so caught up in his family feuds that he’d forgotten not everyone cared about his family; many simply wanted a ruler who made decisions for them.

He knew his morals were flawed, and he wasn’t the kindest king Westeros had seen, but his wife was. That was power in itself.

They returned to the Red Keep an hour later, exhausted but purposeful. Aegon, particularly, was in high spirits, pleased with how the interaction had gone. Unfortunately, his council did not share his enthusiasm.

Alicent and Otto—mother and grandfather—greeted them with displeasure.

“How dare you take my son to be scrutinised by those people!” Alicent spat, her eyes like daggers on Y/N.

Aegon wanted to speak, but knew he’d be silenced by both women.

“Scrutinised? This was perhaps the best decision he’s made,” Y/N replied calmly, though her anger was evident.

“You stupid girl,” Otto muttered.

“Pardon?” Aegon said, moving closer to him.

“This should not have happened,” Otto muttered again.

“How dare you call my wife—your Queen—such insolent names. I should have you hanged for treason. My wife has been a better Hand than you ever were. Do better,” Aegon stated. He turned to his mother, raising a finger. “One week, Mother. In one week, you’ll hear the people’s thoughts, and I guarantee they’re in my favour.”

Aegon’s brother, Aemond, entered the room. Y/N hadn’t interacted much with him—she found him strange, intimidating, and untrustworthy.

He muttered something unintelligible, then swept out. Judging by everyone’s expressions, no one else understood him either.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and fuck my beautiful, intelligent, and loyal wife,” Aegon declared, grabbing Y/N’s hand and whisking her away.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

A/N- Please like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed:)

My requests are open!

[ragnarokhound]

Hi wife! Thinking about you. Should we buy a hot tub? Or a sauna? Or both?

Also thinking about the werewolf fic. I would be delighted if there was full werewolf smut in the werewolf fic👀👀 When will my wife (you) return from the war (writing the werewolf fic)?

Also thinking about the hilarity of tim hearing jason talk about his “time of the month” and ofc assuming it’s about Jason being trans when jason is talking about wolfing out. Picture:

Tim: “-and I brought chocolate-“

Jason: “Are you trying to kill me? canines can’t have chocolate!”

after some confusion they clarify things (jason is trans, not a big deal, he’s a werewolf, also not a big deal). Then (important for plot and character development) they have dirty dirty werewolf sex :)

Hehehe hello darling, you are always near my thoughts <3 And ohhh I could use a dip in a hot tub, especially now that winter has come to my climes >.< Though I fear a sauna would never see its use with me, haha

I am ALSO thinking about werewolf fic. Nigh constantly these days. I am deep in the trenches. I am furiously pondering how to reconcile the idea I had sketched most of the bones of almost an entire year ago with what I think and like now. It's been a bit of a battle. One I am fighting... tooth and claw you might say ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ (badum tsh)

Alas, while I don't want to give too much away, I feel I must warn you that the kind of werewolf Jason is in werewolf fic is more in line with 'that's just a wild animal' and less 'monsterfucker furry.' So while we'll see some very animalistic behaviors from Jason (what with the scenting and the licking and the biting and the growling etc) and some occasional signs that he's on the verge of wolfing out, there is no actual wolfed out smut lmao OTL. Please enjoy a small sneak peek of what I kind of sort of mean at the bottom of this post <3

For actual werewolf smut you'll want to look forward to the timestamp/smutty sequel I fully intend to write for my vamp!Tim and werewolf!Jay fic, in which he is absolutely the monsterfucker furry kind of werewolf and Tim takes gleeful advantage of that fact lololol (but werewolf fic comes first...! It Is Time. I Will Not Be Distracted.)

And omg yes. I do very much love the trans 🤝 werewolf overlap and metaphors, it's one of my favorite things fr fr (you got me thinking about trans lesbians jaytim now--)

I LOVE assuming there's a mundane explanation for a supernatural secret, that's my JAM (Do know that our early correspondences live rent free in my WIP document and that I would eventually also like to write the goofy sitcom-esque romcom in which Jason isn't quite hiding his lycanthropy from Tim - but Tim's not really clocking it either lmfao)

--and it must be said that dirty dirty werewolf sex will always be VITAL to both plot and character development <33 (it certainly is to werewolf fic, even if the werewolf part of that sex is mostly in the vibes lolol)

Anyway, here's wonderwall a sneak peek leading up to some of the smut in werewolf fic:

Jason snaps his teeth sharply, inches from Tim’s throat. It's not an empty gesture, and Tim wildly thinks through his options, squeezing tight with his knees around Jason’s thick waist so he can’t buck Tim off immediately. Jason is too strong and Tim is too light; he can’t stay here forever. Jason writhes underneath him, looking for leverage. With his shoulders trapped under Tim’s staff, Jason plants his feet and surges his hips in a powerful, cresting motion. Tim sinks back on his haunches to keep him down, then forward again when he threatens to break free. In Jason’s struggle, he rocks up just as Tim rocks down— and they inadvertently grind together. Tim's stomach curls and tangles in an electric jolt of heat at the glancing friction. He realizes with a spike of hot, mortified shame that he's— Tim is hard under his uniform. He sucks in a short gasp, trying to hide it, and Jason— —whines.

[hellslayersomething]

I feel like I should write out some proper thoughts about my opinions on Veilguard, or at least an outline for the much longer essay that is currently calcifying in my heart. It's a mixed bag of a reaction, and I'm not going to compliment sandwiching any of it--this is all just stream of consciousness, so I'm probably going to snag on the negative and spiral down that pretty quickly. Spoilers, obviously:

I liked the battle system. For the first time in a DA game, it actually felt satisfying to play and had its own identity. I do wish the Pokemon element aspect was a little better balanced among the companions, but overall it was great.

That said, considering the length of the game, they needed way more enemy diversity, especially with the bosses. Eventually I was just fighting dragons, and every dragon had essentially the same moveset, one of those moves being "the dragon trips over her own dick and face-plants on top of Rook", which sure doesn't make the fights feel epic. Even very unique characters, like the Gloom Howler, were just reskinned basic demons when it came time to fight them.

The decision to tie companion approval to companion levels was a mistake. A massive and extremely obvious mistake. No wonder there are no disagreements or tension among the group--the game can't let you lose affinity with your team members, because then it would have to account for you leveling them down. The gameplay design here strangled the narrative design in its crib.

Speaking of narrative design: while I appreciate that the modular approach to companion arcs was experimental, it was extremely weird of them to take that approach in the only DA game where all companions are required. The story doesn't have to be written to account for the fact that you might not recruit some of them or they might die early--so why didn't they write one story about Rook and their seven friends instead of one story about Rook and also there are seven smaller, unrelated stories of extremely varying quality shoved in next to it?

The hyperfixation on the companion quests paired with their complete compartmentalization from each other means that each companion basically has nothing going on outside of their own quest and very few opportunities to engage with other characters' quests.

I was so starved for conflict in this game that I went from Solas-neutral to Solas-positive because he was the only character who the game allowed to be a bitch to me, and I respect him for that.

I do like all the horrid little sons the game gives me. I think I would appreciate them more if there was anything bad or tense happening in the story on a personal level that required some comic relief, but I am a sucker for a funky little guy none the less, and Manfred, Assan, and Spite are the perfect trifecta of funky little guys, as far as I'm concerned.

"We're only going to do character cameos if it's important to the plot." *does what they did with Isabela* Okay, devs.

"We aren't importing player choices but we won't override your decisions either." *several codex entries overriding player decisions later* Okay, devs.

I like the companions, generally. I see their potential. Fanfic will do right by them. Harding, in my mind, is the weakest of the bunch, just truly having no personality to speak of and talking like she was written by a Boomer who thinks that Millennials are still teenagers. (Everyone responsible for her uttering the phrase "Awkward..." like she's a character in 2011 quirky girl sitcom should be tried at the fucking Hague, istg.) And while I like Bellara, it was extremely frustrating to have a character that's just "Merrill, again, but with the edges sanded off". Taash and Emmerich are also glaringly the last additions in the writing process, each belonging to one of the two most underbaked factions and neither of them being tied to any of the game's few "big choices". There's promise in this cast, but I don't think any of them came close to realizing their potential.

Davrin and Emmerich's companion quests felt appropriately scoped to the size of the questlines, had good emotionality, good antagonists, and expanded on the lore of Thedas in ways we hadn't seen yet.

Lucanis's companion quest had potential, but it was too unfocused with three antagonists, too much attention to the boring Venatori shit, and not enough examination on Illario's motives or Lucanis's relationships with either Spite or Illario.

Harding's companion quest was fine, I guess (the people are starving for dwarf lore), but Harding could have been swapped out with literally any other dwarven character who wasn't Sandal and nothing would have been different. (Also weird that the whole quest was basically about Sandal while simultaneously fully removing Sandal from the narrative.)

Bellara and Neve's companion quests were just nothing. Just a whole lot of nothing. And Neve's also suffered from what I like to call "machete editing", where it is glaring obviously where things were cut, changed, moved around, and added at the last minute.

I say, from the bottom of my non-binary heart: Taash's companion quest is total ass. Real nice of Mae to come out of hiding and risk being found and executed by the Venatori to give Taash a Queer Theory 101 class, though, I fucking guess.

Is Lucanis's romance bugged? Apparently I'm not the only one who had that thought while I was playing it, so now I'm wondering. Like, there's no way they made it Like That on purpose, right?

Why and how are the Venatori still a force in Thedas, never mind a force with numbers so great (in spite of lacking a central leader) that they were able to simultaneously occupy the two largest cities in Thedas?

They literally didn't even try with the Antaam. The Venatori are at least theoretically still working to try to restore Tevinter to its former imperial might. The Antaam are just invading countries for literally no reason except ill-defined power grabs. Given the racial coding of Qunari, this writing choice sure is...something. (And that something is racist.)

That said, the revelation that the Butcher did a military tour in Europe and fell in love with the culture and just wants to drink wine and visit art museums now is fucking hilarious.

What the absolute FUCK did they do the Crows. I like the Crow characters from Tevinter Nights/the comics, and Zevran is my favorite character in the whole damn franchise, but they completely whitewashed both TN's mafia take on them and their original portrayal in DA:O. But it also doesn't really retcon anything, making it instead seem like the human trafficking and torture and sexual abuse that Zevran suffered at the Crows' hands A) only happened to him individually, and B) are fine, actually??? Even the very few times that characters express reservations about working with Lucanis because he's an assassin, if you play as a Crow, those concerns get immediately backpedaled, so the Crows end up being so ironed out that the game doesn't even let characters say of the Crows, "Murder is bad," lest it hurt a Crow Rook's feelings. That is how conflict-averse the writing is.

So I guess everyone in southern Thedas is...dead now? Several characters survived long enough to get a mention from the Inquisitor, but by the end, it sounds like Orlais, Ferelden, and most of the Free Marches are pretty much donezo. When Epler said the events in southern Thedas didn't matter, I didn't expect that to mean they were going to nuke the damn place. Even having generally enjoyed VG (in spite of all my criticisms here) that, uh...doesn't leave me enthused about the future of the franchise, ngl.

The layoffs of several writers (and other Bioware employees) before the game's release was obviously heinous. But after that secret ending, I'm now of the mind that of the writers that remain, at least a few of them need to be demoted. Like literally what the fuck was that. That was the dumbest plot point to ever appear in a Dragon Age game, and that is a high bar to clear. If you're not going to acknowledge our past choices, then keep Loghain's name out of your fucking mouths.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Stuck To Our Past

Inspired and based on the comic by @rius-cave ! This will probably be multiple parts, I saw on twitter it might be 100+ pages. If you haven't seen the comic yet go feast your eyes!!

-------

Lucifer groaned as he started to wake up to the sound of someone calling out to him. It felt like his head was underwater and that the voice was far away. But as he started to wake up more the voice got louder, Lucifer noted it was that if a man, his voice was soft yet concerned.

"....Uci......Luci? Finally, are you up?" That voice was so familiar, when Lucifer finally opened his eyes he was confused as to why Adam was leaning over him looking concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

Groggily, Lucifer sat up and Adam backed away a bit. "Adam?" Why was he here?

Adam raised a brow. "Yeah who else? Do you know where we are? Is this a new place you guys created? Its..... kinda small no offense." Lucifer was so fucking confused and to add a layer of confusion, why the fuck was Adam naked!?

"Why are you butt ass naked?"

Adam tilted his head cutely. "What do you mean?"

Before Lucifer answered him he looked past him around the room they were in. It was a nice room, though there wasn't much in it apart from the bed they were on, a stand with a tv and a plant in the corner of the room probably just to give the place some color, everything was very grey. Lucifer got off the bed, his hat was on the floor so he picked it up and put it back on. "Hold that thought."

He went over to the only window in the room, maybe he could open it and see where they are, the glass was tinted very black so he couldn't see. Lucifer rattled the window and when it didn't move he snapped his fingers to use his magic. He's leaving one way or another.

Only he magic didn't work.

Lucifer growled and snapped multiple times growing more frustrated with each failed attempt. "What the fuck!?"

Adam blinked. "What's that?"

Lucifer turned to look at him. "Come again?"

"What's that word you keep saying? 'Fuck'?"

Huh? Adam swore more than Luicfer did how did he not know? "What are you...." Then it hit him like a freight train, Adam being in no clothes, asking questions, being super nice and not yelling at him or poking fun at him like he does in meetings. "Holy shit! Adam!"

"Yes? That's me. Are you okay Luci?"

Luci.

" 'Luci'? You haven't called me that since..... since.... Oh Satan's balls."

Since Eden.

Before he could ask Adam anything else the tv on the stand dinged to life and a message appeared on the screen. Curious, Adam and Lucifer went over to the tv to see what it said.

The screen read:

Minimum requirements to escape: Pentitrative sex, each partner must have at least one orgasm. 30 minute time limit. Punishment for failing these requirements will result in death from Poisonous Angelic Gas.

Lucifer was fucking pissed. "ARE YOU-"

------

"--SHITTING ME!?" Adam, the one not from Eden but the commander of the exterminators sans his helmet reefed on the window trying to get out of the room he was trapped in with the angel version of Lucifer. "No, no no no no no no no no NO FUCKING WAY!!" He glared at the window that refused to open.

Adam will blast his fucking way out of here. He held up his hands to summon his holy light to shoot a hole into the wall....... Only for nothing to happen. What the fuck!? He turned to glare at Luicfer who was sitting on the bed, he may look like he did in Eden but this fucker is no angel! "YOU! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!" He pointed his finger directly at him.

Lucifer jumped and his jaw dropped. "What!? How is this my fault? I have no idea what's going on here!"

Adam stomped over and got in his face, he was getting sick if him pretending to not know what's going on, this is clearly the work of the devil. "I don't know what kind of sick joke you're trying to pull here, but its the lamest fucking one I've ever heard in my afterlife." Adam fixed his posture and gestured to what Lucifer was wearing. "Seriously, you're even wearing that again?" He was dressed like he was his angel self back in Eden.

Lucifer bristled and poked Adam in the chest. "This is what i always wear! If anything you're the suspicious one! You're supposed to be Adam? Adam is a human, God's newest creation and-.....Oh! I get it! It's you Michael isn't it?" Lucifer walked around Adam and poked at various parts of his body. "Well you did a piss poor job at this disguise. I mean, have you ever even met Adam? The poor guy doesn't even know what clothes are! And you didn't hide your wings. And Adam doesn't look this beat down by life."

Adam growled, hebhad heard enough of his bull shit and snatched his hand off of his wing, holding it tight. "Shut your mouth right now unless you want me to shove your back stabbing hand down your throat."

Lucifer got his hand back and couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Back stabbing...?"

Adam glared, "Oh and now you're going to play the victim." He went and sat on the bed. "Why don't you do humanity a favor and choke on the next bag of dicks you find." He glared at the far wall, his head resting on his one hand.

Lucifer was so shocked, he didn't know what to think. This had to be Adam he spoke with such conviction he sounded so hurt..... He sat on the bed beside Adam and looked him over. He saw it and now he felt like shit. "So, you're really Adam?"

Adam scoffed and gave him the side eye before answering him. "Oh what gave that away? The giant fucking 'A' on my clothes or the fact that I've had the same fucking face since I was created? Did you brain get deep fried in Hell too?"

Lucifer blinked, Hell? What was that? "Uh..." Gently he reached out to place his hand on Adams shoulder, only to flinch away slightly at the glare and the growl that Adam emmitted from low in his throat. "Look Adam, I don't know what's going on or what this place is. Last thing I knew I was flying down to Eden to pay you a visit. We were going to play around in the waterfall today. Remember?" He looked at Adam hoping that he would remember that day, a day that wws supposed to be happy.

Adam looked down for a minute, that day flashing in his memory and how bittersweet it was now. He glanced at Lucifer. "Yeah and that was when you told me about Lilith being created."

Shock was a mild feeling to what rocked through Lucifer in that moment. How did he know!? "What? H-How did you know that? It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but it's been more than ten thousand years since that day." Adam leaned in to look Luicfer in the eye his heated glare piercing into the angel. "If that's really the last thing you remember then congratulations you've managed to forget how you fucked up an entire species let alone my life."

Lucifer knit his eyebrows together, he didn't know what that meant. "Adam, I don't-"

The TV on the stand chimed again letting them know of the time limit yet again, only it was decreasing.

25 Minutes remain of time limit.

--------------------

Back in the next room over with the King of Hell and the Adam from Eden, Luicfer was pacing trying to figure out who could have been behind this whole thing. It didn't make any sense. "Shit, shit, shit! I've tried everything and nothing is working. Who could be behind this?" Adam got off the bed and sunk to the floor, he noticed the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it.

Lucifer tapped his chin in thought. "Sera? No she doesn't have this fucked up of a sense of humor. Gabriel? No he's far too stupid. The bathroom had no exit either, there must be some angel magic involved if I can't use my magic."

Adam pulled out a pink thing that looked similar to his penis. Why was it pink and why did it vibrate? He put it back as Luicfer kept talking to himself. He was so confused.

"Luci?"

Lucifer stopped to look at Adam who was now standing with his arms crossed over his chest and...... dick proudly hanging for all to see. "Yes?"

"You've been making weird hand gestures to the air and mumbling to yourself for five minutes. Could you tell me what's going on? I hate it when you hide things like this from."

Lucifer looked him over, his eyes lingered on his dick a little longer than he ment it to. His face warmed before looking away and sighing.

If this was real then there was truely no way out of this then to..... Then to.....

"Well..... This is hardly what I thought I'd be doing on my Saturday morning but what the hell." Lucifer went over to Adam, reached his hand up to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Adam jolted, caught off guard, his cheeks tinted pink as Lucifer deepened the kiss with his tongue.

Adam pulled away and looked at his best friend in shock. "Luci!! W-what-?" Lucifer took a hold of his arm and got him to look him in the eye.

"Liaten Adam, there's no time to explain. You're going to have to trust me or something very bad is going to happen. Do you understand?" Adam nodded, if this was to keep them both safe than he would happily help Luci. "Do you trust me?" Another nod, Lucifer's eyes half lidded and voice smooth like silk. "Good." Lucifer closed the gap between them again and Adam felt his face grow warmer.

They kissed for a little while, when they separated for a moment a thin string of saliva connected their lips as Lucifer got Adam to sit on the bed. Lucifer loosened his tie and started to remove his clothes starting with his shirt and hat that he tossed on the floor.

He got between Adam's legs and kissed and sucked on his neck making Adam moan with need. Shit, this should not be working for him this well, Lucifer could feel his pants getting tighter.

"Luci?" Adams soft voice brought him out of his thoughts and oh shit..... How did Adam manage to make himself look so pretty and desirable like that? His eyes glazed over, some drool running down his chin and his face deliciously pink. "Are we...... Going to mate?"

Luicfer couldn't help the pull of his lips into a huge grin, eyes glowing as he looked at Adam. Oh, how long had he waited? "Oh Adam...... You have no idea.~"

----------------------

"FUCK NO!....... OVER MY DEAD BODY! ........ NO WAY IN HELL!!" Sex toys and dildos were flung against the wall as Adam went through the chest at the foot of the bed. Each one serving to piss him off even more than the last. If this guy thinks he's going to stick anything like this up his ass he has another thing coming.

Lucifer was trying and failing to calm him down so they could get out of here. "Adam, stop being so-" He ducked out of the way as a pink dildo was thrown at his, nearly knocking his hat off. "- Goddamned difficult! We're running out of time!"

Adam glared, he was holding another dildo to throw that was blue in color and looked kind of like a tentacle. Who the fuck was into this shit!? "Well good! Let it run out! Maybe that angelic gas will actually manage to shut you up!!" Just as he was going to throw the toy, Lucifer caught his wrist.

Lucifer was so done with his little temper tantrum. "You're gonna die too if that happens idiot."

Adam dropped the toy and pulled his hand away. "Wouldn't be the first time. Who's fucking fault was that, hmm?"

Lucifer had to try and reason with Adam, for both their sakes. "Adam please, you gotta believe me. Something weird is going on. I don't think we're from the same time periods, I don't remember-"

Adam laughed harshly making the angel flinch, he had this crazed look in his eyes. "And you think I give a shit what you remember!? Want to walk down memory lane? How about this!"

He jabbed his finger into Lucifer's chest. "YOU introduced me to my bride, YOU told me to fuck her until her womb dried up! THEN YOU STOLE HER FROM ME AND GAVE ME A NEW WIFE AND MADE HER EAT THAT STUPID FUCKING APPLE SO YOU COULD FINISH FUCKING ME OVER!!" Once Adam started his rant he couldn't stop it, like word vomit coming out he just let it flow freely. He's been holding it in for ten thousand years. "All so you could have  AAAALLLL your little whores on your side because ooooooh! Adam is such a piece of shit, he doesn't deserve dick does he!? Let's go ahead and DOOM the entire fucking human race because "Oh Lilith, they simply MUST see things JUST the way I see them because I know soooooo much better!" I TRUSTED YOU!! I thought you were my friend! I thought you understood better than all those shit head angels! You ruined my life and now you show up like this!? Like when I used to......"

Adam cut his rant off and pulled away from Lucifer for a moment. His heart was pounding from his anger and his rant. "To....." Adam blinked the emotion out of his eyes, he didn't want to cry even if the memory was too painful. In Eden, Lucifer meant so much more to him than just being his best friend.

Lucifer was shocked at the admission, he had no idea....... Slowly, he moved so that he could cup Adams cheek with his hand. "I'm..... I'm so sorry Adam, I have no idea why I would do any of that to you. I..." He got a little closer, keeping his tone soft as he got Adam to look at him. "Adam, please you have to believe me I...... I love you."

[jkl-fff]

Sam, cheerily triumphant: Bought some new potted plants, Mister Frodo. Some tropical flowers. Thought they might brighten and freshen the place up a bit.

Frodo, glancing up: Oh, how lovely! Thank you, Sam!

Sam: Of course. I'll just put them over ... Um. Mister Frodo. Y'know that antique sword hanging over your mantle?

Frodo, focused on his laptop again: Hmm? Oh, yes, Uncle Bilbo named it "Sting", if I recall right. What about it?

Sam, slowly: There anything magical about it?

Frodo, tapping absently away at his paper: Uh, not that I'm aware--Oh, right! Uncle Bilbo once told me that it was supposed to have been made by the Elves of Gondolin. You know, that ancient, lost city somewhere in the northern mountains. So it's supposed to glow blue in the presence of Orcs, with whom the Gondolin civilization was traditionally at war. For intimidation purposes, I suppose. Or perhaps as an early warning system of nearby enemies, even stealthy ones? Or perhaps it was merely aesthetic--you know how Elves can be, even today. Also, it supposedly never grows dull no matter how much it's used, which must've been useful for whichever warrior owned it. Why do you ask?

Sam: It's glowing blue now.

Frodo, pausing in the middle of a sentence: ... What?

Sam: It's glowing blue *right this very second*, Mister Frodo.

Frodo, looking over at the mantle: ... Well, how about that. I suppose some students of Orc descent must be moving into the university's student housing on the other side of the Hill.

Sam, skeptical: A month into the semester?

Frodo: Good point ... Perhaps they're visiting friends or classmates. Maybe they have a group project they're working on.

Sam, still skeptical: Isn't the other side of the Hill a bit far away to set a magic sword glowing?

Frodo, shrugging: Not sure. Never tested its range before. Wouldn't exactly be polite to walk around waving a sword that was made to kill a specific ethnicity. Seems rather insensitive, honestly. Heh! Might get me a call from the university's Title IX office! Can you imagine?

Sam: Suppose so.

~ONE WEEK LATER~

Sam, in the middle of organizing Frodo's papers: ... It's still glowing.

Frodo, looking up from his laptop: Yes, I noticed that, too. It's been rather constant since you brought it to my attention. At least, whenever I thought to check it, the blue glow always seemed to be the same luminosity. Works almost like a nightlight.

Sam, considering that: ... Would be rather strange for students to spend *all* their time in the dorms, never leaving it. Not for classes, not for what y'might call extracurriculars. And if it ain't students--if some Orc family or even just a lone one moved into one of the houses or apartments on the Hill--you'd expect 'em to leave the house at some point, too. Work or hobbies or drinks with friends ... Strange ...

Frodo: Agreed. Still, magic acts in mysterious--

Sam, suddenly: No, it can't--But what if-- [picks up the potted, tropical flower he bought] [slowly approaches Sting, which glows more brightly]

Frodo: What on Middle Earth--

Sam, eyes wide with delighted discovery: Mister Frodo ... I do believe your Sting also glows blue in the presence of *ORChids*!

Frodo, cracking up: Wha--No, that can't--HA! Hahahaha! I must tell Professor Gandalf about this at once! Oh, that's hilarious! Put them on the mantle, Sam, and we must get another pot of them!

modern au

[queen-mabs-revenge]

the problem is that there's simply not enough pee in this litterbox, and yet i cannot find out where the pee is??? this is a tiny ass apartment i should not be able to not find the pee?

are they peeing in the sink?????

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[genderfluid-druid]

finally learning emotional intelligence as an adult in my 30s feels like playing with goddamn tinker toys while i watch other people my age building these beautiful emotional ecosystems out of hand carved mahogany. but the alternative is to continue being glib and dismissive of every emotion i experience for the rest of my life so 👍 pass me that green rod i guess. and do you see any more hubs

[ranahan]

I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’ve tried to not put an obnoxious amount of technical terms in my posts, because while I am just the kind of a nerd who enjoys that, I assume that it’s a pretty small audience who share that enthusiasm. So, you know, if there’s ever a post that has too much jargon, drop a comment to that effect and I’ll try to get around to clarifying it.

Oh yeah, the MandoCreator dictionary is by far the best out of the “major” fandom dictionaries. My personal favourite though is this one by @sootyships.

Ideally you would have a community for developing a naturalistic language, that would use the language exclusively. That seems to be how new natural languages arise. Unfortunately, internet communities are difficult arenas for communication, because they’re missing all the context: you can’t point at a thing and invent a new word for it. That kind of a completely natural language emergence also seems to require a couple of generations of speakers (not necessarily actual generations, school year classes or internet generations seem to suffice).

So my thoughts about creating a community conlang are a little bit different. I’d like to see enough vocabulary and grammar development that you could first communicate in the language monolingually; and then let the community change the language and derive new words however it happens naturally. Just agree that languages change, and there can be variation, and that’s a great thing and not something to have schisms over. Easier said than done I’m sure; there have been many a schism over changing the language among the most popular constructed languages. But personally I just love the idea of a conlang with dialects.

As for pus… well, a couple of thoughts.

First, not every new word can be related to something in the dictionary. There just aren’t enough roots for that. At some point you are going to have to make new ones (and that’s where knowing a bit about phonotactics is great, because that’s what makes the new roots sound like the existing ones).

And second, even if you are going to derive a word from an existing word, look at the etymologies in natural languages: they are all about metaphor, not logic. My first idea for a word for rust was bes’tal; then I realised that that’s just not what a natural language would call it at all, and made it talin instead. Like “blooding,” because rust looks a bit like dried blood, right? And I might change it again if I think of something that’s culturally more fitting. Think about deriving new words as poetry, not as a logic puzzle.

And that being said, the poetry and metaphors should be of the culture. You are absolutely correct in this. When you look at a thing and ask “what would my blorbos call this?” you need to look at it through their eyes. Are they sedentary or nomadic? What level of technology do they have, is electricity to them about electrons or sparks or thunder? I think this is where Traviss did pretty well, and that’s a large part of why fans find Mando’a compelling enough to learn (although it’s also been pointed out there were many Western cultural assumptions she also failed to check).

And last: the easiest way to derive a new word is to use an old word in a new sense (the fancy term would be polysemy). Look in an English dictionary and see how many different senses words like “see” or “different” have (mine has 14 and 6, respectively). So a word for pus? Kyor: it’s to a body what rot is to a plant, no?

I’ve seen lots of people use haveyir, ‘to guide,’ presumably backformed form jehavey’ir, ‘to ambush.’

But I don’t think jehavey’ir means “to lead astray.” I think it’s “to falsely lie in wait.” As in, the same root as haav, ‘bed.’

Change my mind!

[squidaped-oyt]

I appreciate dramatic plants that will demonstrate in great detail just how they’re suffering and how deprived they are ... and do that indefinitely without dying until you fix what’s wrong.

In this case it was my heliamphora, who didn’t appreciate being off to the side of the grow lights and not in the middle, and started making the most hideous pitchers I’ve ever seen to complain to the management about it.

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”

[arolesbianism]

Horrible realization that if I go through with recollecting all the oni logs then I'll have to actually find out how to get "a seed is planted" like for realsies this time. Maybe I should just cheat them all in actually. <3.