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Empress (Magical Drop)

[belovedrosa]

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[yukarinuniversaltraveler]

Don't let the tall anime waifu distract you from the fact that perspective in this drawing is all over the place.

[innerfare]

You’re Jealous

 Summary: You get jealous of someone else in his life.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid

Genre: Slight Angst // Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy:

He never told you Boa Hancock was in love with him, and when you find out, you have to remove yourself from the situation before you have an emotional outburst and start something with the Pirate Empress. The problem is, you don’t even know which emotion will spill out of you. Finding out the world’s most beautiful woman, and a powerful Warlord, no less, is desperate to marry Luffy is a whirlwind, to say the least. Luffy can seem clueless at times, but his emotional intelligence is through the roof, and he picks up on what has you upset almost straight away. He knows to give you some space, and when he senses you’re ready, he approaches you with a handful of wildflowers he picked. He doesn’t really say much, just pulls you into a hug, presses a few kisses into your cheek and temple, and says in your ear, “you’re my girl.” 

Zoro:

He didn’t mention Perona was also at Mihawk’s castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didn’t mention her because he didn’t think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. He’s actually the one who won’t let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas you’d prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because he’d never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize you’ve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone else’s feelings. 

Sanji:

Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous of a woman you’ve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you can’t help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancé. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things he’s never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life. 

Ace:

He collects people without trying, and often times, without realizing, either. Ace thinks he’s just making friends, but you see the way the women he laughs and shares drinks with are drawn to him like plants to the sun. He promises them freedom and adventure (and he has a very nice laugh), and you can see how it excites them. You don’t really mind it, knowing Ace well enough to see the way he holds those women at arm’s length, even if he seems close with them (such is the magic of Fire First Ace). But Yamato makes you jealous. It’s not hearing the way they laughed together but hearing the way they fought that gets to you. You know how Ace lives to fight and even just roughhouse, you know how he’s a rough and tumble guy, and you worry you’re not tough enough. Should you be punching his arm when he makes a joke? Should you be trying to trip him out on deck? What should you be doing? When you finally come clean with Ace about what’s been bothering you, he actually laughs. “If I wanted to be with someone who gives me hell, I’d be sleeping in Marco’s cabin every night. Besides,” he says, scooping you up in his arms, “I like being able to manhandle you.” 

Sabo:

Sabo is a flirt, and you knew that going into your relationship. It actually doesn’t bother you when he flashes that charming smile of his at someone else or swoops in to save a damsel in distress (a speciality of his) and even serves to entertain, especially on the rare occasions his flirtations are rebuked. What does bother you, though, is his tight relationship with Koala. You know it’s ridiculous to be envious, you know Koala would sooner saw off her arm than kiss the man she considers her irksome big brother, but they’ve known each other since they were little kids, and Koala has been through so much with Sabo that the pair have such a close bond. It’s not the angry kind of jealousy that bubbles up in you when Koala mentions something about Sabo’s past that she assumes you know but you don’t, just the sad kind that you try to keep to yourself. Surprisingly, Sabo notices, though you don’t realize until he hugs you from behind and mumbles in your ear that he’s glad you’re the only one who knows he has a skincare routine, his silly words diffusing your mood and acting as the exact affirmation you needed. If it’s not enough, though, he’ll happily prove his loyalty to you by challenging Koala to a karate match, though.  

Law:

Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you can’t help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didn’t have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. She’s intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, you’re interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you don’t participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty. 

Kid:

He doesn’t ever talk about his first love, Victoria. In fact, you didn’t even know she existed until Killer got drunk one night and began speaking of his dearly departed. What he didn’t mention was that Kid, too, had been in love with her. It only comes up the next night when you mention it to Wire, who mentions it was the death of his first love, Victoria, that put Kid on the war path and united the first four members of the Kid Pirates. Realizing Wire messed up, Heat chimes in to say, “he’d do the same for you.” But you’re not convinced, mainly because Kid never told you any of this. It tears you apart, leaves you tossing and turning for nights on end, until you finally burst into Kid’s workshop one night ranting about how he doesn’t trust you and holds you at arm’s length. “Heat says you’d do the same for me, but-” Kid cuts you off and says, “I wouldn’t do the same, I’d do worse. Much, much worse.” And from the wicked gleam in his eye, you’re inclined to believe him. 

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[mommybard]

Okay yeah, sure. You COULD listen to the weird talking cat..bunny...thing that signed a contract with you and gave you magical powers to fight the forces of evil and try to save the world in the name of love and all things good. But wouldn't that be a waste?

You'd have to be ready to fight evil at the drop of a hat. All day. Every day. Always on the defensive. Always running off in the middle of important events. The stress that would cause. The worry.

Wouldn't it be easier to just...give in to the evil empress? You get to keep all your powers, but now instead of transforming secretly trying to run a double life you'd just permanently be in your magical form serving her. Being at her beck and call...and let's be honest here, that outfit of yours has absolutely already given her ideas on how to properly..."utilize" you.

You saw the effect you have on her, didn't you? Watched that bulge swelling in her skin tight outfit every time you transformed. Felt it pressed against you in those fights. I'll bet you even spent a few nights imagining what would happen if her outfit slipped and let it free~

Just imagine it. No more worrying about what you'll have to do to stop her evil plans. Instead you can devote your time to something better, like trying to fit her thick cock down your throat. To spreading her asscheeks and lapping at her hole. To getting bounced on her bitchbreaker in front of your former allies, making them watch as you cum your brains out and beg them to join you in your new bliss~

Sign up today and we'll throw in an evil outfit modification!

[greycaelum]

Ok im gonna drop this here for u to write it whenever u want,cause its been hunting me

Royalty au where gojo and reader are living happily,that is until someone poisons his queen when they're having dinner together.

She drinks the wine,and suddenly falls to the ground while throwing up blood and blood running from her eyes. Shoko manages to save her and geto holds gojo back so he doesnt do anything stupid. But when his queen wakes up she's really weak so shoko tells gojo about a flower that'll heal her up,so gojo leaves in order to search for it.

But when he's back,geto leads him to the flower garden the queen loves and he finds her among the flowers,a little better and seeing her not on deadbed has him running toward her,lifting her up and spinning while both of them laugh and kiss

Happy ending

Scribbles & Doodles—Lotus Tears

—Elven Emperor Gojo Satoru X Human Empress Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat. "Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day. He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content. "For you, always, My Flower."

𑁍 Genre: historical fantasy, elves/faes, dark magic if you squint, interracial marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (4.3k)— poison, mad Satoru, elven traditions and cultures, fluff, angst, comfort, implication of major character death, mating bonds, talks of rebirth

𑁍 ✒️☕: Hi to the person who sent this ask. Pardon the very long wait, but I loved writing this one, I just need to say your ask is one of my fave ideas for elf Satoru so I tweaked some things, fantasy tropes are my favorite to write to escape canon~ Grey,

At night when you lay in their bed, your head atop his chest, he cannot sleep a wink for he has forever to spare and only a lifetime with you in his arms. For such a fragile flower, even a man who has grown bleak and untouched over the long passage of time, Satoru cannot help but stroke your head gently, scaring the pixies who would try to sneak in to soak with his mate's presence. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad that his mate is loved by the small faes. But one thing is for sure, he doesn't delight that they are trying to pry you awake from his arms. It's no secret he doesn't like sharing... especially when it's about you.

For a human to become the Empress of the High Courts is an unheard thing. Improbable would be the word. And you do not need to know what methods Satoru used to make this happen. Because you already knew that behind his delicate beauty, lies the prickly thorns that wield the absolute power over nature. There is a reason why he was able to rule undisputedly in the indifferent flow of nature over the passage of time.

When he married you, he knew he would uproot the earth and supplant it again and again to give whatever you desired. He is the supreme ruler and Emperor of the High Courts and would only sheath his indifference in the presence of his Empress. He has broken down the millennial walls covering his heart and found himself enthralled by the maiden who never feared the Dark Woods. She found beauty in the mystery of the borders, and he found solace in her presence. She has grown to be his beloved Flower.

Fortunately for you, even as a born human, you have adapted to the faes far quicker. Learning their language and making up for your lack of magic, you learned diplomacy. It was not easy to learn such an intricate affair, but fortune has smiled upon you, with Satoru, who has boundless knowledge of the matter to be your tutor.

"Is this adequate enough?" Satoru hopefully looked at you in the mirror and the craft he had finished for a satisfactory answer.

"Satoru, we are not going to any gathering, are we?" You chuckled as you sat in front of the golden mirror while Satoru stood behind, holding an ivory comb in his hand as he carefully brushed your silky tresses. Small flowers adorned your hair like trinkets as he wove them skillfully into a braid. At this point, your handmaidens have lost their job, with your mate attending to almost everything you need unless he is away for the court.

"At least let me do this before I leave for my duties." He brought the tip of your hair to his lips, kissing it as he stared at you, a longing look on his face. This prompt you to turn the chair and face the elven emperor.

His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.

He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.

"For you, always, My Flower." Satoru tilted your chin and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I do not wish to leave." He grumbled and connected your forehead, staring right into your eyes.

Your soft chuckle fluttered through his ears as you reached to cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. A sense of tranquility floated in your orbs bringing his heart into a puddle of cotton.

"I will wait for you at dinner, Satoru. So the earlier you finish the earlier we see each other. Alright?"

"Alright, as you wish." Satoru sighed and kissed the tip of your nose. "The things you make me do..."

He never thought he would one day sit under the shade of foliage with his Empress on his lap, reading through some parchments while he pilfered some wildflowers to braid her hair. Or to walk while gently pulling the reins of his equine, leading the elk through safe passages whilst you ride on the back. Things he never imagined and things he never thought he would do. But the second you came it all seemed natural for him to indulge you in every way possible.

You are like a brittle glass flower to him that he cannot help but wrap you in the most flawless silks and softest ermine furs. You evoke in him a firm sense of fierce protectiveness.

So imagine the horror and derangement inside him when you were still smiling and talking with him at the dinner table but suddenly blood flowed down your nose, followed by a series of coughs drawing blood from your throat as you dropped to the floor, desperately gasping for air.

If it wasn't for his friend Suguru, a Dragon Lord who he has grown with, who happened to visit the very same day only to pin him down in his rampage of killing the perpetrators hiding in the imperial kitchen staff, perhaps one-fourth of the castle must've already been slaughtered.

All he could see was red. The burning flames consuming the imperial castle and the wilting forest mirrored the despair in his heart. He couldn't hear that his people were wailing for him. All he could ever see was his mate dying each second from the potent poison coursing in her bloodstream.

"Don't touch her!"

He snarled with pure frenzy when Shoko tried to reach out to your unmoving body in his arms.

"Satoru, Shoko is only going to heal her. Your mate needs help." Suguru tried to reason with the livid, elven emperor cradling the unmoving body of his bleeding empress. "She would not do anything to her, only help her."

Suguru could see how unfocused and distraught the dark blue eyes of his friend were, so far from his usual calm and regal sense. Satoru's eyes were bloodshot red. Thankfully, he didn't move when Shoko reached out again to heal his mate. 

A faint color of life returned to your face, but you were still as pale as alabaster, still unconscious. The fire consuming the woods slowly died down... A slight sense of sanity returned to Satoru, who held you close, ready to hide you from the world if not for Shoko's words.

"She's in moratorium state... I've only managed to stabilize her body and freeze the poison to stop it from spreading further. Right now, we need to find an antidote... Or else she will only have seven days to live. For now, let's take the Empress to a safe place." Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked back to the fire slowly dying down, leaving shared trees and ashes. "And fix the chaos you have ignited, Your Majesty, the Emperor."

There are, but severely few times he let his emotions overcome him. He could count it in his hand. But ever since that sight of your throwing up blood, Satoru experienced a myriad of emotions he thought he was never capable of.

Fear... Despair... Uselessness... and most of all heartbreak...

You don't know how many millions of times his soul has shattered in every second he held your cold hand whilst he channeled all healing spell he knows into your body as you sleep on the cradle of the sacred tree cushioned by wildflowers and vines dangling down the archaic branches of the colossal wood. It seems you're merely asleep, but it feels like it's been forever since he last saw your eyes. The reality is that day by day, you are losing your life while all he can do is sit here, rooted in place, too afraid that if he steps away, he might not see you again.

"Your Majesty..." Shoko came forward. The Emperor has been sitting here for three days straight beside his dying mate in silence holding her hand, unmoving, and would attack anyone who dares to step one foot closer to the lying Empress. The court matters have been neglected, with only the elders holding the court together in his absence. The woodlands are closely related to the essence of the Emperor. The depression of his heart manifested in the woods, which gradually lost the green leaves and were replaced by withered branches...

"I have found a possible cure for the Empress."

Shoko had never felt strong empathy, but she did feel a bit of ache for her friend when he raised his head at her, almost pleading with his bloodshot eyes.

"Speak."

"Do you remember the Sacred Tombs of Tvar?"

The sacred burial grounds of the late Empresses. It's deep-seated in the heart of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs, guarded by the mythical beasts his forefathers have created to protect the resting place of the late Imperial Rulers.

"What about it?" Satoru has only been there once when his Imperial Father has taken him to visit his late Mother. It's a mystical mountain filled with ancient elements, from the creatures to the plants, that can only be heard in folklore.

"For high faes like us, the poison the Empress has induced was nothing serious. But to humans, it is lethal." Shoko sighed. "The spell I cast was only a valve to keep the poison at bay until we can find an antidote. On the seventh day, when the sun rises, the spell will cease to exist, and the poison will corrode her bo—"

"Tell me, what should I do? Anything Shoko. I would kill if I had to." The bones on his knuckles protruded with his clenched fists. The Emperor cut her off. He would not hear her say such ominous words about his mate's life.

He would uproot the earth to find anything that can cure you. Anything.

"Killing might be going too far, but it's not impossible." Shoko took out from her robe a parchment containing a sketch of what seemed like a flower and handed it to her Emperor. She never slept over the three days in a desperate search for any cure. "There's a flower that can only be seen in the Sacred Tombs of Tvar that may be able to save the Empress. As we all know, only the direct descendant of the Imperial Family can enter the Mountain of Hanging Tombs."

The Mountain of Hanging Tombs is as ominous as the name implies. It's a mountain range covered with black mist and ferocious mythical animals and exotic plants. It's not that only the direct descendants of the Imperial Elven Bloodline can enter the mountains, but the lower beasts residing on the foot of the mountains refrain from attacking an imperial descendant since they are born from the first Emperor's blood as well. No ordinary fae can survive these mythical beasts, and could only result in death. Thus, it has become known not to venture deep into the mountains.

Satoru, however, wasted no time to cross the valleys leading to the burial grounds. He needs to find that flower.

Lotus Tears...

It is said that the flower can heal any illness. However, it's impossible to scour for the elusive flower, which roots deep only in the burial grounds of the Empresses and leave unscathed from the toxic plants and mythical animals on top of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs that will attack him at any given second.

"Why do you always put the flower on my left ear? I'm not yet married." You asked him during one of the days he stayed longer to watch over you as you searched for some wild, beautiful flowers in the woods.

Satoru stared at the magenta lilacs he conjured from his hands and tucked them into your left ear.

"You look beautiful in any shade of purple..." It matches the color of his robe.

You pursed your lips and huffed clearly not satisfied by his vague answer.

"You didn't answer my question, Satoru."

He chuckled at your angry face, bopping your nose, making you annoyed as you tried to punch him clumsily. The little girl still has the same pout even as she bloomed into a prim and proper lady. It was too adorable even to be called 'angry.' He jumps down the tree and walks up to you, bringing the tip of your hair to his lips for a soft parting salutation.

"Next time... I will tell you, My Precious Flower." With that, he took you to the borders of the human village and the dark woods, as your Mother was already looking for you. He watches you run into the light while slowly walking back into the shadows.

Maybe... He should have never forced this fate on you. You may have called on him in desperation to flee from the humans chasing after you, but he, being the one who knew better, should have returned you to your realm rather than letting his selfishness devour him and claim you as his mate. If he had done so, then you wouldn't have met this predicament.

You wouldn't have been lying in your blood, cold like a corpse...

"Where is she?" Satoru's heart felt like it was dying when he saw that your body was gone from the bed of the sacred tree. "Where is my mate?! Shoko!"

Did he lose you? Did he come too late?

He stared at the blue lotus he so carefully dug out of the perilous mountain despite the throbbing pain on his shoulders after a chimera managed to bite him before he could slay it.

No, you cannot leave him like this... Oxygen left his lungs, and his feet staggered, unable to support the weight of heaven, crushing his soul. His vision is going black, not like this. He barely got to dote on you. Barely got to drown you with the love he has secretly hidden all these years. No, no, no. Satoru's throat ran dry. He wants to scream as if the tearing of his heart wasn't enough to shout his despair.

The forest closely linked to his essence slowly wilted as if joining their Emperor in his mourning. The leaves slowly dried up. The flowers closed, and the vines started shrinking to twigs. His sorrow is mirrored by nature.

His mind went black, his heart slowly crumbled in every passing second that his eyes could not see you. Why did the gods despise him to tear apart the only joy he has ever touched for what seems like an eternity?

"Satoru!" Suguru found him in haste after the forest slowly grew darker and darker.

Who knew that his apathetic friend could have this vast amount of emotions to turn the lush evergreen forest into a barren land? Suguru wasted no time to drag what seemed to be a lifeless Satoru into a maze-like garden.

Shoko was there. She immediately snatched the mystical lotus from the Emperor. Satoru could care. All things pale in comparison to his mate... All things. He dropped to his knees, holding onto your hand.

"Y-Y/n?" Satoru's throat was parched as he saw your sleeping body, with the wilting grass around, as if you were truly taken away into the underworld... This was your favorite garden... All flowers in here, he has grown with his own hands. Not it seems like he has planted those flowers only to send you off to the afterlife. "No, you can't do this to me, My Flower... I would lose my mind." He muttered like a madman, bringing your cold hands to rub against his cheeks, desperately searching for any signs of warmth but finding nothing...

Suguru tried to pry him away from your frail body, but his malevolence met those who tried to separate you from him until the Dragon Lord had no choice but to use all means to knock Satoru out...

The last thing he saw was your sleeping face as he desperately begged his eyes not to close... He needs to see you, to be beside you... to hold you...

"Satoru...?" You were both sitting under the shade of a magnolia tree with his head on your lap, eyes closed from the glaring sun, meanwhile, you intertwined his lustrous hair into a loose braid, tucking little flowers in your masterpiece.

"Hmm?" It was one of the days when he had enough time to traverse the hills with you and meet other fae tribes so you may have time away from the Imperial Courts.

"Promise me that if the memories we have together start to hurt... you will forget me."

His eyes opened in a split second, and he looked back with furrowed brows only to meet your small smile.

"That is nonsense. I would never wish to forget you. You are my mate." Satoru sat straight and took your hand in his. "What led you to this ominous thought, My Flower? Do not think of such things, we are bonded for eternity."

You gently shake your head.

"You're an elf... I'm a human. Our life span runs differently. Some day... You will have to remember me longer than you have held me..." The bitterness of your eyes was quickly concealed as you closed them. "That's simply the order of nature..."

Satoru was tongue-tied... He cannot face that reality yet... Not yet... If ever the Lady of Light is listening to him, he prays that the sun and moon slow down... Forever never seems to be enough...

Forever will never be enough...

"Satoru...?" 

He wishes never to wake up. If you're not in the world he opens his eyes to, he may as well live in this fantasy. He has lived such a long time in solitude. So even if it's just a fragment of imagination or make-believe, he would choose that sweet lie rather than face the cold reality you're gone...

"Satoru..."

Your voice... It's sweeter than the sirens and softer than the small faes singing with the birds in early dawn...

A soft touch brushed off the fringes on his temples, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Unable to bear the brightness, his eyes opened and looked up to the blue sky...

Slowly, his blurry eyes met your worried ones as you tucked your hair behind your ear while staring at him with his head laying on your lap.

"You're finally awake... Thank goodness!" You sighed and smiled. "Welcome home, Satoru..."

Your hair... It's not the same color as it was... It shone a bright silver like his under the sunlight, which only the imperial descendants can inherit... But he knew it was you... His soul tells him so.

"Y-Y/n?" He reaches out to touch your cheeks that have grown prominent... more elf-like... "This isn't a dream?"

Your sweet chuckle filled his ears as your warm palms held his and pressed it to your cheeks, kissing his wrist.

"I must've worried you so... I'm sorry, but I'm fine now... because of you."

You're really warm... So warm, you melted the millennial thorny wall he built around his heart. Your palms are so dainty compared to him, but they have always been able to soothe him more than anything else.

"You... You look like me..." Satoru slowly sat up as he took in your features. "My Flower... you look like a fae..." Satoru is a bit confused about the sudden transformation. You look just as you are, but the silver hair, pointy ears, and sharper features... 

"It must've been because of the flower's healing attributes," Shoko explained, taking a step forward to assess the changes on you, who indeed looks like an elf now. 

"Explain, Shoko." Satoru looked at the woman as he was adamant about answers.

"The flowers had healing attributes; it's just a speculation, but aside from healing, we all know that lotus also signifies rebirth. The flower may have deemed it necessary to change the human blood running in the Empress's veins into elven blood for her to heal from the poison fully... As for the silver hair, I can only think that since the Lotus Tears came from the sacred buriel grounds of the late Empresses, it must have absorbed most of their remaining energy and passed it on to the Empress through the flower's healing attributes..."

"Does that mean my Mate is now an elf?" Satoru cannot believe how these events have turned out for you and him. He took your hand and studied your features... You are still you, but indeed, there swirls a more mystical air around you, and only a faint scent of human blood is left lingering in you.

"The Empress is not yet fully an elf at the moment, but I am sure before the fortnight ends, her transformation will be complete, and she will truly be a full-fledged fae, like us." Shoko nodded.

You stared at Satoru... The once wilting forest which you woke up to slowly regained life.

For a man so stoic, he is an open book... You can't help but chuckle as the smaller faes slowly creep out of their homes and rejoice at the blossoming life enveloping the woods again. Shoko and Suguru have left, leaving you and your mate some privacy in the garden.

"I..." Satoru cannot confess enough what he had done out of rage and sorrow when he thought you were gone.

"I know..." You shake your head telling him to speak no more as you took him in your arms... This time, you could feel him ever closer, hear his thoughts louder, and see him clearer. Everything he has done and he has said, you knew and felt in each passing second... But no words were uttered, as you can feel the remorse coursing in his being. What he needs the most is your embrace...

Nature can renew itself as long as it is given care and time...

The trees are once again full of luscious foliage, the grass is back to its evergreen hue, and the different faes have returned to their homes and gone through their duties as usual. Satoru is somehow a bit busier with the court matters, while you, the Empress, needed a little more recuperation before you come back to your court duties.

"Your Majesty... We always knew you smelled sweet even before you became like us."

The smaller sprites sat on your finger as they flapped around you, more drawn than ever. It seems that your new form has made you more captivating to their instincts, just like how they are drawn to the presence of their Emperor.

"Really? Though, I know you just want more sugary treats." You played with their cheeks until they perked up and bowed to someone. "See you tomorrow, Your Majesty!"

You didn't have to guess who made the little sprites flee in haste.

You turned around, and sure enough, you were swept off your feet as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. His sweet sandalwood scent filled your senses, soothing your racing heart.

"I missed you, My Flower... What did my mate get for me?" Satoru looked at the basket you're holding, filled with several flowers from the garden he built for you.

"It's nothing much... It's too loose to be called a crown." You showed him the crown you clumsily made with some lilacs. But Satoru guided your hand to put it on his head, indulging you with anything. You have now fully turned into an elf. Bright silver hair, lucid eyes, and the sweet scent of jasmine and orchid around you with the purple robes that only the Imperial Rulers can wear. Anyone who sees you will immediately recognize you as an Imperial Fae and their Empress.

"I would take anything you offer me, Y/n." Satoru softly kissed her forehead... his lips slowly kissed his way down your nose until he found your lips. "Can I ask for a kiss?"

"What if I say my kisses are not offered?" You raised a brow.

Satoru merely shrugged it off with a smirk.

"I'm pretty sure you can make exceptions for your husband, no?" Satoru chuckled. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Your sweet smile and soft giggle drowned in as he captured your lips for a gentle but passionate kiss.

If the lotus has tears, he will shed it only and only for you...

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 8: JERRY

The last of four posts for today.

This episode has a very dark setting. This is the universe where The Lich wished for the extinction of all life. There is nothing here. This establishing shot features the Squirrel's apple cart, from a few episodes ago, but he is long dead and it is long abandoned.

We are introduced to a new cosmic entity, Orbo, who is Scarab's boss but is not to be mistaken for Prismo's boss, whose identity remains a mystery.

Simon name drops a whole bunch of magical items from the original Adventure Time series; the Armour of Zeldron from Blood Under the Skin, the Wand of Dispersement from Sons of Mars, the Porcelain Lamb from Beyond This Earthly Realm, and the magic beans from The Pods.

This episode suggests that the nature of Simon and Betty's relationship was initially quite unhealthy. He was one of her lecturers, and she had an infatuation with him from first sight.

This illustration features the ancient wizards who sealed Coconteppi beneath Wizard City in the Distant Lands episode of the same name.

Simon's expedition to find the Enchiridion was first mentioned in the newspaper clipping in I Remember You, and was mentioned again in Temple of Mars.

BMO apparently survived The Lich's wish because he isn't technically alive. I wonder where Neptr and the other MOs are. Cannibalised for batteries, perhaps. Also, that BRB note is very sad and is identical to the one Finn wrote in Blenanas.

There are various familiar items in the thawed out remains of the Ice Kingdom; ninja paraphernalia from The Chamber of Frozen Blades, Ice King's diary from The Empress Eyes, and of course the tape collection from Holly Jolly Secrets.

Here's a deep cut: That machine in the background to the right of Simon is the machine that held the lightning power that Finn went to steal in What is Life, so that he could power up Neptr. The Demonic Wishing Eye is also in this shot.

For a single frame, Ice King and Gunter can be seen reduced to skeletons. Presumably this was the exact moment that the Lich's wish took effect. Everyone died instantly, in less than a frame.

When I watched this episode for the first time I was confused about where Fionna got the working crown. But you can just about see it inside the drum in this shot, where Ice King mentioned he had put it in his tape.

This is the exact moment the photograph was taken for the newspaper clipping seen in I Remember You.

We first heard the story about how Simon met Betty after they tried to check out the same library book in Broke His Crown. It's cool to see it playing out for real.

Simon throws a pebble at the window and accidentally hits Babette in the face, exactly like Finn and Jake did to Kim Kil Whan in the episode Ocarina.

This is the second time Simon caused Betty to miss this research trip to Australia. She says in Temple of Mars that she never got the opportunity to go, and resolves that her life might not have been so messed up if she'd followed her own dreams instead of following Simon's.

The song in this scene, the motif of which has been heard throughout the series, is by Half Shy, who also wrote "Monster" for Obsidian.

BMO is buried with a paper flower because there are no real ones left alive. His death seemed pointlessly cruel.

THE LICH! He is in his half-disguised Billy form, confirming that this is his wish-altered reality. Like in his other appearances, the first line he speaks is a single word command. This time, the command is "Cease." But with nothing left to do he has become depressed, and he doesn't bother killing our protagonists.

And finally, we are left on this cliffhanger. Fionna and Cake have returned to their world. Scarab has convinced the boss that Simon must be destroyed. And GOLBetty is here to claim them both while the Lich watches on.

This episode's dream features a pair of Lich skulls either side an effigy of GOLB.

[theemissuniverse]

“IMPENDING DOOM” SHAO KAHN X FEM!READER PART 2

Here’s part 1

WARNINGS : (MDNI)! masterbation (male), p in v, some other things I probably forgot

MASTERLIST

When you woke up, Shao Kahn was not in bed with you. You looked around, confused. Then you realized that he was Kahn of Outworld so he probably had some business to attend to.

You were suppose to feel regret for what you did. You slept with the villain. The main antagonist in your life. But you didn’t. You didn’t even feel slightly bad for it. And that was a big problem.

The truth was you liked the power Shao Kahn had. You admired it. And you wanted some to yourself but you would never tell him that.

That would just go to his head.

You put on your black and red tightly fitted clothing that Shao had picked out for you. You were starting to see the returning pattern. He must’ve of really liked red.

As you put your earrings in, you noticed a note on the dresser. You picked it up.

I have unfinished business to attend to. I don’t care what you do but you are not to leave the palace.

- Your Emperor

You rolled your eyes a little and set the note down. “You can’t tell me what to do.” You grumbled under your breath. You finished putting the earrings in and decided that you hadn’t really taken a look around since you got there.

Opening your door, you walked out to the hallway and down the stairs. The palace was huge. Every room was double the size it should’ve been.

You went into the kitchen and grabbed yourself a water. When you turned around, you gasped. There was a woman dressed in all red, hair dyed red.

“Jesus Christ.” You mumbled.

The woman examines you up and down. “So, you will be the new Empress of Outworld?” You didn’t respond. She continued to stare at you as if she was uninterested. “I don’t see much.”

“Okay…creepy lady.”

You try to walk past her but she got in your way again. “I’m Skarlet.”

You wanted to be rude and say ‘I didn’t ask’ but you were gonna tell yourself to have a good day today. “(Y/N).”

“Shao Kahn took me in. Made me one of his own. He taught me the ways of blood magic.”

She holds out her hand and you watch as blood started to form out of thin air. You rose a brow at this. She then closed her hand up.

“Cool. All I got is a flying kick.” You say to her.

“You have no power?”

“I mean…technically I have telekinesis but I don’t exactly know how to control it yet.” You admitted.

Skarlet looked even more puzzled at you. “Weak. Why would the Emperor want a weak woman?” She was starting to irritate you but it seems like she was only getting started. “I would’ve made a great Empress by Shao Kahn’s side.”

To this, you looked at her confused. “Didn’t you say he took you in?”

“Yes.”

“So, he’s like a father figure to you then?” You questioned and she did not respond. “And you want to be at his side and…yeah it’s time for me to walk off from this conversation.” You said, leaving her.

Through out the day you were incredibly bored. As annoying as Shao Kahn was, he at least entertained you when he was around. How did he have a big palace with nothing to do?

Luckily for you, Shao Kahn was back. You were laying on the bed, reading a book. Shao Kahn walked into the room and closed the door behind him. You sighed in relief. “Thank god.”

Shao Kahn smirked at you. “Did my Empress miss me?”

“Miss is a strong word. You’re just mildly entertaining. Don’t let that go to your head.” You told him. Shao Kahn started to take his armor off. “I met your…whoever she is to you. Skarlet. Seems like a real peach.”

Shao Kahn chuckled. “She is clingy to me. I know.”

“Yeah maybe too clingy.” You closed the book in your hand and sat up on the bed. “She wants to take my place. Why don’t you just give her the throne instead of me?”

“Do not ask me such stupid questions.” When he said that, you threw the book directly at his head but he caught it with ease. Without looking. Your jaw dropped slightly and he placed it down on the dresser. “I do not view her in that light. And I chose you for a reason.”

You scoffed a little. “That girl can make blood come out of her hands meanwhile, I can barely fling a pencil across the room with my mind.”

Shao Kahn finished taking his armor off. He walked over to you some. “Are you jealous?”

“Me? Hell no.” You lied a little. Shao Kahn gave you a look as if he did not believe you and you sighed. “Not jealous just…confused.”

Your head was down. Shao Kahn leaned over and made you look at him dead in the eyes by placing his hand under your chin. “She is not you. That’s all you need to know.” Shao Kahn removed his hand and went into the bathroom. “You will learn your telekinetic gift eventually.”

Somehow you weren’t very confident in that. “Whatever you say. Hey, where were you today anyway?”

“I slaughtered all my concubines.” Shao Kahn said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Your eyes went wide when he said this. You took up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. There, he was looking at himself in the mirror with his helmet/crown on. “Um…slaughtered?!”

Shao Kahn shrugged. “I have no use for them anymore.”

“Tuh. I hope you kept one because let me just tell you, what happened last night was a freak accident. It’s not going to happen again. No matter how good it was.” Shao Kahn turned to smirk at what you had just said and you face palmed yourself for the last thing you said. “I hate it here.”

Shao took some steps towards you. He held onto your hips and brought you close to him. “Why must you fight the feeling you have? You know you crave for me. For my power.”

In a sense, you did. Very much. Again, you would not admit it. You would keep telling yourself that you are not a bad person. You are not the villain.

He was taller than you so you had to look up at him. You placed your hands on his chest. Your intention was to push him off but you felt all over his chest and it was glorious to you.

You felt yourself get sucked up in some kind of trance for him. Shao Kahn noticed and decided to not break the tension you two were having.

Shao Kahn bent down to your level and kissed on your neck softly. He began to suck on all the good places. You moan softly, immediately clutching onto him.

“Do not fight it. Give into it.” He licked on your neck and sucked on it one last time before pulling away. “I have changed my mind. We will marry soon.”

You had to catch your breath but when he said you two would marry soon, the wind felt like it got knocked out of you again. “Soon?”

“Yes. Too many mishaps could happen. I will not take any chances.” Shao Kahn turned so he could turn the water on to set his bath. “You should join me.”

You snickered at him for even having the audacity to say it. “Give you the privilege to see me naked? Absolutely not.”

Shao Kahn turned about around. He examined your curvy body and licked his lips at how tight the outfit was on you. “It is a privilege indeed.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” You told him and walked out of the bathroom so he could soak in the water.

Shao Kahn thought about you as he took his well deserved bath. He knew you being with him would be an adjustment but he would show you the way.

He knew you wanted to be there with him. Otherwise, you would had tried to at least attempt escape. You didn’t. You also allowed him to kiss all over you and rub his big hands over you.

Shao Kahn would never force you. Not in that way at least so that’s how he knew. You were just scared to embrace the dark side of yourself.

He will help you though.

Shao Kahn pictured you naked. He imagined the stretch marks on your ass looking like tiger stripes. He imagined him putting you in the position so your ass was firmly placed in the air and he stuck his long dick inside of you.

He thought of how nasty you would be. If you were a loud moaner. If you were a dirty talker. If you spoke during sex or none at all. He knew how you really were during intimacy but he knew you were holding back your first time with him.

Your moans were beautiful. Something that would sound like music to his ears. He’d bet that your ass would perfectly jiggle on himself making it impossible for him to hold his nut.

The Emperor was obsessed with the feeling of your hands on his chest as he now imagined a new position, you were riding him. You would throw your head back and your perfect breasts would bounce beautifully on your chest. He would reach up to grab them and you would smack his hand away due to how sensitive they were.

His hands would go to your hips and he would help you ride him like the good girl you were. He imagined how good it would feel for you to moan his name.

The position switched in his mind and he imagined him on top of you. Shao imagined him burying himself deep within you and your pretty fingernails would claw his back.

Usually he didn’t care about letting women cum but you looked so pretty when you came on him before that he’d love to get you to do it all over again.

Imaging you cumming made him finally cum.

Shao Kahn rode out his high, finally the tight feeling in his chest being gone.

He cleaned himself up. Most men feel shame after doing what he just did. He didn’t. No shame was on his mind.

Shao quickly got dressed and left the bathroom. He placed his crown over his head and walked further out to see you were not in the room.

He left his room and went downstairs to see you were speaking to Shang Tsung. He stood a little ways, listening to the conversation.

“You seem weary of the Emperor.” Shang Tsung said to you.

You looked at him with a ‘duh’ look. “He’s a malicious tyrant. Of course I am. And now I’m marrying the douchebag.”

“He is…a man of many things but he chose you. You should be honored.”

“Honored? Honored that I’m going to be by his side while he slaughters innocent people?”

“You could’ve escaped. No one was watching you. But you didn’t. Because deep down, you don’t want to go to the pathetic life you lived. Being second best. No-third best.” Shang Tsung walked in circles around you. “Because it goes Liu Kang then Kung Lao and then…you. Isn’t it strange that no one has bothered to save you from the ‘tyrant’ that is Shao Kahn?”

You went silent as he spoke. You didn’t seem to have one of your comebacks lined up. “They care about me. They’ll-“

“Then where are they?” When you went silent again, Shang Tsung spoke. “Trust that Shao Kahn, and only Shao Kahn, has your best interest at heart.”

Shao Kahn smirked to himself. He should congratulate the idiot sorcerer for talking you down from your Earthrealm friends.

He made his appearance known. He walked over to the two of you. “Have you made arrangements?” He asked Shang Tsung.

“They have been made.”

You looked between the two of them confused. “Arrangements for what?”

“Never you mind.” Shao told you.

He turned to walk away from you but you gripped his arm tightly. “How do you expect me to be your wife if you don’t tell me anything?”

Shao Kahn noticed how willingly you accepted the term wife but decided not to bring it up. “They are a surprise for you. Do not worry.”

You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him annoyed. “What surprise? I don’t want a surprise.”

Shao ignored you. He took your hand and made you walk with him.

He takes you into a big, spacious room. It reminded you of a ball room but you obviously knew it wasn’t one. You looked around confused. “Why are we here?”

Shao Kahn doesn’t respond. He brings his hammer into thin air and then throws it at you.

You dodge the hammer. You looked at the hammer and then looked at Shao as if he was crazy. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You cannot learn your telekinetic gift if you do not learn properly.” He simply said. With his hand, he made the hammer appear in his right hand.

Then he threw the hammer at you again and you once again dodged it. You ducked. “Throwing your stupid hammer is going to teach me!”

“Your instincts will come in.” Shao made the hammer once again appear in his hand. “Come on. Don’t tell me you were right. Maybe you shouldn’t have the throne.”

Something about what he said bothered you. You didn’t understand why. Why did you care? You didn’t even want the throne in the first place.

Shao Kahn threw his hammer at you again and you ducked to your left. This time you were a little mad. “Shut up.”

“Oh, I am merely speaking the truth, (Y/N).” Shao Kahn makes the hammer appear in his hand again. “Maybe my mistake was picking an Earthrealmer that couldn’t even beat me.”

Shao threw the hammer and this time you ducked to your right. You we’re beginning to get increasingly angry. “Stop.”

The Kahn makes the hammer appear in his hand and he steps closer to you. “Pathetic. Even Skarlet has better magic than you. I should call her in so she can show you the ropes.”

He throws his hammer at you and you jumped over it this time. You landed on your feet and this time your eyes looked deadly. “Stop talking.”

“Maybe you were right. I should’ve picked her for the throne. Far better than you. I believe she won’t fail me.”

When Shao Kahn threw the hammer at you, this time you held your hand out at him. You stopped the hammer in mid air.

He looked impressed with you but you weren’t done showing off. “I told you to stop talking.” You then waved your hand in the air, making the hammer cock back. Then you flung your hand forward making the hammer get thrown across the room.

Shao Kahn was knocked down by his hammer and thrown up again the wall. He groaned in pain as he slid down.

You smirked at him and fixed yourself. “You know, you look so much better when you’re in pain.”

Shao Kahn let out a deep chuckle and he stood up from the ground. “I knew you could do it.”

You gave him a look, not buying it. “Why did you say all that stuff then?”

“Because I knew it would make you angry.” He motioned for you to walk with him. “Come with me.”

His hand was held out for you. You stared at his hand, contemplating. For the first time, without a fuss, you let Shao guide you.

You took his hand.

[the-great-witch-shelby]

Hi there! I am the witch of the Evermore, Shelby! The great witch Shelby, if you want a title. I’m not exactlyy an empress but I’ll help you with any problems you have! After all, what else is a resident witch for?

My really cool friends!:

@therealsheriff

The sheriff of tumble town, who, admittedly is, uhm… quite small for the job, but don’t tell him I said that! I think he’d sue me or something..

@gemofdawn

She’s the princess of dawn! Very intimidating, very strong, I mean… she didn’t get the nickname “geminislay” for nothing. She also has the most magnificent butterfly wings, I should really study them one day.

@totally-human-mayor

The mayor of critter city! She swears she’s human, though she exhibits some not very… human behaviours… but hey, it’s not my place to say, sooo…

@fwhipunderthefloorboards

This silly little guy!! Fwip, the, uh… I don’t know, ruler? Of the goblin empire. Again, quite small, but at least he doesn’t seem to mind it. I… accidentally gave him really big ears one time, but we are not gonna talk about that! I swear my magic is better now! Promise!

@princess-of-glimmergrove

The awesome princess of glimmer grove! She’s strong and powerful and drop-dead gorgeous and she’s basically amazing at everything. But, uh I- I’m getting ahead of myself, sorry. Basically, Katherine is awesome and very sweet and you should definitely go check her out!

@im-to-dye-for

Scott! He’s very cool. Absolutely loves colours (and a certain sherif) and literally the sassiest man you’ll ever meet. He has not been giving me dating advice, what are you talking about.

//OOC//

I AM NOT ACTUALLY SHELBY!!

I’m just someone who loves her S2 character like A LOT and rlly wanted some nature wives content, alr? Coolio? Good. Also no asking NSFW asks or anything that’s just… weird, especially for a RP blog so keep it PG, or yk, as PG as it gets on empires lmao.

Also, CW for empiresshipping, mostly nature wives 🌻

Psstttt the blog belongs to: @emilynyaesmp

[arabellasleopardcoat]

The Empress (Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Turns out, the corpse in your bathroom is a Queen. A very annoyed one, who claims you are hers.

Warnings: Making out, nudity. Mature language.

A/N: Rhaenyra's Ending! Part of my Halloween celebration. Part 1 here.

The woman's screams remind Rhaenyra of her own during childbirth. Though, perhaps, less pained and more frightened. She looks up. All the noise seems to be coming out of a woman around her age, perhaps younger.

The woman is sweet looking, but gods, what a pair of lungs she has.

“What..? Why are you..?” Rhaenyra asks, eyeing your curious attire. You are naked, save for a sheet wrapped around you. The room appears to be one used for bathing, yet it has a strange artifact Rhaenyra has never seen before. It's like a seat. “Are you alright?”

“Me?!” You shriek, a little hysterical. You step closer to the wall, and suddenly, a blinding white light forces Rhaenyra to avert her eyes. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bathroom?”

Ah. So Rhaenyra was right, she was in a bathing room. She is a bit unsure as for the why, though. More troubling is the fact that you don't recognize her.

“You don't recognize me?” She asks, blinking a bit to get used to the sudden shift in light. She gets into a kneeling position before rightening herself.

Your eyes narrow. You examine her face, and her clothes. Then, your expression morphs, lips stretching into an incredulous smile.

“Rhaenyra.” You mutter. Rhaenyra fights the urge to roll her eyes. She hates the familiarity in which you address her. She doesn't know you, and by the looks of it, you are a commoner. You are not allowed to call her by her given name.

“It's Princess to you. Don't be so familiar.” It comes out much more clipped than she would have liked, but your attitude angers her. She must reassert herself far too often, being a woman. No one would dare try calling her father or her uncle by their given names. She gives an arrogant tilt of the head. “And you are?”

You tell her your name, shakily sitting down on the seat. That, too, Rhaenyra doesn't like. She is the princess, the seat should be offered to her. Yet, when looking at you, shoulders slumped, she doesn't have the heart to reprimand you further.

“Are you alright?” Rhaenyra asks, getting up. For some reason she is unable to comprehend, she feels urged to comfort you. “Where are we? Did the light hurt you?”

Those are good questions. It made sense to ask them. You are a possible ally in a strange situation, one that won't hurt her. It has nothing to do with the sinking feeling on her stomach when your smile dropped. Not at all.

“No… I… I am not hurt. I made the light.” You explain, sounding still a bit dazed. Rhaenyra presses her hand to your forehead, checking for a fever. You don't seem to have one, but your cheeks are strangely rosy.

“You made the light?” She repeats, confused. It must mean you are some sort of witch, but she is not too sure why she would appear here. An enchantment gone wrong, perhaps? But if you were powerful enough to summon a princess, then it meant you could be useful.

“I… Oh, this went wrong.” You sigh, rubbing at your temples. You are still staring at her with surprise written all over you. Rhaenyra feels pleased at being right about you. A witch, but one unaware of the extent of her powers, or perhaps not educated. She could get someone to teach you. It never hurt a King to have a little magic on their side, after all.

“What did you intend to make?” She asks, tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You are pretty, for a witch. Perhaps your uses could extend to somewhere else apart from fires and woods, and wherever witches worked. “You were about to bathe? Why am I here?”

“I am not sure.” You look absolutely disarmed by the tender touch, and so, Rhaenyra decides to keep at it. Her thumb brushes the slope of your nose. Your skin is soft as a petal. Poor thing, you must be starved for caresses, with the way you lean into her. “A witch did a spell for me. But it went wrong.”

That was unexpected. So you were not a witch yourself, but you consorted with them. It was alright, she supposed. Rhaenyra was not one of those Seven Pointed Star's fanatics, who couldn't tolerate a bit of…. Deviance.

“What was it meant to do?” This time, her finger traces your lips. As if enchanted, your mouth parts. Rhaenyra waits with bated breath. Fortune favors the bold, after all. Will you part your lips for her? Or will you move away?

You are not that bold quite yet. You scrunch up your nose and move your head away. Rhaenyra does not mind it. Most women are not, at first. They do not have the advantage of being introduced into the world of pleasure by the Rogue Prince himself.

“Unblock my love life.” You sigh, tiredly. Your eyes are kept firmly on one of the walls, unwilling to look her in the eyes. You are embarrassed about it, and Rhaenyra fights the urge to coo. You poor, poor thing. All by yourself. So caught up is she in that thought, she almost misses the explanation that follows. “This is not Westeros, Princess. You are not meant to exist here.”

“Where are we?” She asks you. Rhaenyra is starting to get an idea of what is happening here, and she thinks it's not as bad as you are making it sound. You are hers. It is good to know, but what is more interesting is knowing how to move forward from it.

“Another world. My world.” You look up at her, as if expecting to be yelled at. It saddens her. Rhaenyra brushes your cheek with her thumb. You tilt your head up, like a flower to her sun.

“I see. So you are meant to be mine?” She asks, almost predatory. She is probably scaring you, Rhaenyra can tell by the way your eyes widen. Perhaps she is coming on too strong. She doesn't care.

You being hers, now that was a nice thought. You were pretty, and untouched by the horrors of Westeros. An innocent, really. She understood now why her uncle liked his women young. There was something addicting about innocence.

Having already lost hers, Rhaenyra did not want to repeat it. But rather, experience the pleasure of losing it again. And you would be perfect for it.

“I… I do not think…” You mumble, but truly, you have already given in. Your eyes are dark with desire, she can practically taste the sweetness of your surrender.

Rhaenyra presses closer to you. She kisses you, slow and sweet. You can't help but melt into her, allowing her to hungrily lick inside your mouth.

“You are so kind.” She says, when she pulls away to allow you to catch your breath. Your eyes are still closed. You make an almost hurt sound, lips searching for hers already. “So good.”

Rhaenyra leans in, and kisses your neck. You sigh, sweetly. She perches herself on your lap, pressing steady kisses to your throat. Poor thing that you are, so touch starved. Her mind is already racing, thinking of ways to keep you. She won't leave such a precious girl as you are all alone again.

She wishes, not for the first time, that she were a man. Then, he could take you to wife, and no one would dare bat an eye. The Princes from House Targaryen have been doing as they please since they first took the Iron Throne. It's only the fact that she was born a woman that prevents her from doing the same.

Daemon would have taken you already, damn the consequences. Laenor could take you as his second wife, but with the lack of titles you sport, it's unlikely. No one believes him capable of handling one woman, much less two.

She knows what the court says about her children. Rhaenyra is not dumb, nor deaf. She doesn't understand why it is a sin, though. Why should it matter at all? They are only children in the Red Keep who had been born out of love.

No one is more loved than they are, no one has a more charmed childhood. It's a sad thing, but many boys in the Seven Kingdoms do not have the luck to have a single father in their life. What is so wrong with Jacaerys and Lucerys having two?

Your hand goes to her hair, softly directing her mouth to where it pleases you most. You are not made for the cold. That much is clear. Before she had kissed you, you had been a quiet, mousy thing. Sadness had oozed out of you in waves. Under her fire, you had bloomed. You need passion, something that shook you and made you vibrate. You are the perfect treasure for her to guard.

But how to take you with her without causing an even greater scandal? Perhaps, you could be her handmaid. Then Rhaenyra thinks of your pretty hands, getting all rough from the hard work, or the Seven forbid, a Lord raising his voice at you, and she dismisses the thought.

Your hands grasp softly at her waist, touch unbearably kind. Your eyes are slightly hooded, expression full of want and admiration. It reminds her of someone.

“How do you feel about being shared?” There was only one person she could trust for the job. Well, perhaps two. But there was no way her father would allow Daemon to marry a commoner. He had tried that already.

Harwin it was, then. He was as devoted as you were, terribly kind and warm. He understood how sex could mean worship, love, or nothing at all. Rhaenyra could picture it, already. How his hands would envelop your hips, how small you would look next to him. How he would treat you, as if you were made of spun glass. You would make cute children, all with his soft eyes and your gentle smile.

The thought aroused her as much as it frightened her. Sharing you… What if Harwin wanted to keep you? You would make a good wife to him, she could tell. A good couple, so his father would finally be off his back about marrying and producing his own heir.

If he were a Targaryen, he would try. Daemon, she knew, would try to steal you from right under her nose if he thought he had a chance. It was why she would not pick him to marry you, either.

Harwin wasn't like that, though. He was loyal and steadfast in her support. Adding you into the mix… He might grumble at first, but Harwin had always liked pretty things. That's why they worked so well.

It would mean fully committing to him, of course. Yet, was it really that different from what they now had? They shared children already. A wife could not hurt the dynamic.

“Shared?” You recoil a bit, nearly pushing her off your lap. Your face says it all.

“I can't… Women are not allowed to love other women, where I am from.” Rhaenyra explains, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. If you were free to love who you wished in this strange world, your behavior would make a little sense. It would explain why you had offered yourself so freely.

“Where you are from? I… I am not going there.” You shake your head, energetically. Being denied is not something Rhaenyra is used to, yet she likes you more for it. You had a spine. Good. It would serve you well in Westeros.

“You are. Aren't you meant to be mine?”

“Well, you are meant to be mine too.” You answer, petulant. Apparently, being reminded that you are hers has upset you in some matter. Perhaps, you disliked her tone. But you will have to get used to it. She is soon to be Queen. A Queen does not bow to pleas or arguments, no matter how sweet.

“I am the heir to the Iron Throne. I have children. I must go back.” The rest is unspoken. You seem to be unimportant, in the great scheme of things in your world. Why would you not want to follow?

Your face scrunches up. You look about to cry.

“Here, let me…” Her hands start to unwrap your towel. You look startled, but do not fight her. One of her hands squeezes at your thighs, smiling at the softness there. “Good. Harwin will love these.”

Rhaenyra is, of course, taking a bit of advantage of the situation. She had seen enough of your figure to know Harwin would want you. There is nothing that he loves more than being smothered between a woman's thighs. But she wanted to see for herself.

She, too, can't wait to bed you. But that would come with time. You need to get used to the idea of being hers, and exactly what that means, first.

“I find this very rude.” You scowl, pulling your towel back to cover yourself. “I do not want this Harwin.”

“I will take you with me. He is my current lover, and he is not yet wed. There is no better way for us to be together.” Rhaenyra kisses your stomach, over the towel. She kneels as she does so, pleadingly.

She hopes this might move you. There will be no negotiating on her end. You will come, and you will marry Harwin, because she orders it so.

You give her such a heartbroken look, though, it is hard to stay firm. Rhaenyra cups your cheek in her palm.

“Come on, sweet girl. Be mine. I beg you. You won't have to bed him if you don't want to.” She caresses your cheekbone, softly.

“I… I…” You hesitate, clearly torn. Rhaenyra coos at you. You are so sweet and kind, she can't help but feel bad about what she is about to say. But it is for your own good.

The alternative is, of course, just having tonight. A night, to keep you pushing forward from what's left of your lives. Rhaenyra doubts that she could be that strong. Having you a night, knowing you are his, but unable to keep you the next morning.

“Are you happy here? Knowing you could have… Could be so much more?”

“Pet to a Princess.” Your voice is bitter. You scowl at her, all pouty lips. She is used to that routine, it is one she had perfected herself, during her younger years. It amuses Rhaenyra greatly. Never in a million years she would have expected herself to take on the role of her uncle. History repeats itself. Or so they say.

“The love of my life.” She kisses the corner of your mouth. Right now, you need reassurance, but mostly, you need her to take charge. Gods know that when she was in your position, she would have loved for Daemon to resolve her problems. “Get dressed. We will find your witch.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut; Cassie makes a claybaby.

But also–what, was she not going to get Mae toys and clothes? Was she not going to get her anything but the absolute basics and nothing else? Is she just–is she–

Cassie doesn’t know what she’s going to do here. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing right now. She doesn’t have enough space in her place for kid stuff or a kid and she doesn’t have money or time for a kid and she doesn’t– 

“Good start,” Cissie says, brisk and efficient; squeezing Cassie’s hand again. Bart is already offering Mae a squishy-looking stuffed lawn gnome, because Bart is the kind of person who has a reason that giving the newborn toddler a stuffed lawn gnome makes sense, though hell if anyone else is going to understand said reason. Mae squeals delightedly and immediately hugs the lawn gnome like she thinks it’s the best thing since . . . well, since she was born, about five minutes ago. 

Cassie might laugh, if she weren’t about to have a panic attack. 

Gods, what has she done? What has she done, and how is she supposed to . . . she can’t “fix” this, there isn’t a fix here, what is she supposed to do here?! 

“God, how are you so cute,” Kon says, grinning at Mae. She squishes her new lawn gnome into his face. 

“Cute!” she declares proudly. “M’cute!” 

“The cutest,” Kon coos back, reaching into the folds of his jacket to tickle her stomach, and she giggles and kicks her legs. 

“Dada cute!” she says, and Kon laughs and tickles her again, curling in around her like she’s the most important thing in the world. Cassie doesn’t know how to do that. 

Gods, she’s gonna be the worst mom. 

“Nooo, Mae’s cute,” Kon teases Mae as she keeps giggling. “The cutest! Yes you are! The cutest little claybaby!” 

Mae laughs in absolute delight and–right, Cassie remembers vaguely in the midst of her borderline panic attack. Kon actually, like, has experience with little kids. Or at least a couple of them, anyway. 

That isn’t actually going to be as helpful as it could, she thinks, because she’s the one who’s gonna have to actually take care of Mae and it’s not like she can ask Kon to do split custody just because she accidentally gave the gods the wrong idea while he was in her immediate vicinity, so like . . . okay, well, maybe he’ll be willing to babysit sometime, at least? Like–just when he can, obviously. 

God, she’s gonna have to drop out and get a job and can she even keep being Wonder Girl with a baby, is that even a thing she can do? Anita isn’t Empress anymore, after all, and admittedly she was younger and also had two surprise magic toddlers dumped on her when that happened, but– 

“Why a lawn gnome, Bart?” Anita asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow as she watches Mae bap Kon in the face with it again. 

“Because those are clay people too,” Bart says, squinting doubtfully at her. “So she gets a little friend like her. Like–duh?” 

“. . . that’s actually surprisingly logical, coming from you,” Anita says grudgingly. “But also still godsdamn ridiculous, mon.” 

“Mae likes it,” Bart says, making a face at her. “You’re just mad I’m gonna be the favorite uncle over you.” 

“Excuse you, what do you mean ‘uncle’?” Anita snorts. 

“Well, obviously Cissie’s gonna be the favorite aunt,” Greta says reasonably, apparently back to functioning on Suzie-logic herself. 

“Obviously!” Bart huffs, folding his arms. “How’s that even a question?” 

“Isn’t Wonder Woman in the running here, technically?” Tim asks with a wry little quirk of his lips. “And also all of Themyscira?” 

“Shit, you’re right, I gotta outdo Wonder Woman,” Cissie groans like she’s not still holding Cassie’s hand like the exact lifeline she needs right now and at least earning her vote for “favorite”. “How am I supposed to do that?” 

“Ranged weapons and the element of surprise,” Bart says matter-of-factly. 

“Ice cream and ignoring bedtime,” Greta says just as matter-of-factly. 

“I can work with that,” Cissie mutters speculatively, narrowing her eyes in consideration. Cassie wants to laugh, again, but still can’t. 

She just doesn’t know what she’s gonna do.

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hey, you have helped me s much with my book. so in my book currently the mc is a new empress and she attends this ball where royals and the elite meet to celebrate the coming of spring but there will be like friendly trails (competition) kingdoms would have to go through to win to build allyship. the thing is i have no idea what trails do you have like examples?

Story Ideas for Friendly Royal Competitions

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I've branched out into a few different themes (depends on which one you want to emphasize) for this Spring Networking Ball, so feel free to choose one & come back to me with further questions if you want me as a sounding board for your ideas.

+ I'm going to assume that magic exists, or at least is believed in. I've tried to make the ideas as friendly/fun as possible.

Competition for the "New" Empress

This is where the fact that your MC is a newbie ruler plays a factor in what games is played.

A Chance To Play a New Game. Once two kings/lords decide they'd hold hands, it is customary for the trade deal/military deal/general allyship to last for life. Now that the new empress is here, other rulers are hoping to win the favor of the MC.

-Each royal/elite will bring their national/family animal to be sacrificed in the holy fire which changes color when a sacrifice is burned. The empress just picks her favorite color.

-The new empress will bring along three Holy Children who'll make a gift of flower garlands to three lords. They would get a chance to sit at the empress's table first. How do you win over three innocent children?

-A masked ball where the new empress picks her first ally without knowing the true identity of the other. The new empress must be wise...but it turns out she picked her worst enemy after all.

A Husband For the New Queen. It is the universally accepted truth that a new empress must be in search of a husband. All eyes on the empress, who will win her heart (and her empire's favor)?

-A poetry competition (kinda like a medieval rap battle?) to please the new empress

-The empress will provide a keyword like "kindness" or "chivalry", and each lord will prepare an elevator pitch about their heroics to be shared at the table during the feast. Subtle stares and (un)friendly kicks below the banquet table.

Competition for "Allyship"

This is where the focus of the competition is the distribution of military and natural resources.

Annual Betting Table. Each king/lord must bet a particular amount of their resources (like 3000 kilos of sheep wool, etc.) to be traded off. A game is played, and the winner takes more.

-Can be a card game, like poker.

-The "gaming chips" are represented by flowers (e.g. one blue rose = 100 sheep, 1 red rose = 3 golds), and the lords and ladies exchange flowers throughout the festival. Lovesick lords giving their father's wealth away to their lovers; ladies trying to flatter and steal roses.

-If a lord/lady wants to win something over, they have to make a payment by dancing with the person who has it. How long will our empress last in her twelve-inch heels? What if she simply hates the lord who has what she wants?

Allyship Turnover. The Spring Ball is an annual event where all sorts of contracts (trade deals, borrowing of ports, arranged marriages) must be renewed; each year a new contract is formed.

-The spring festival basically becomes speed dating. The orchestra will play, and the lords move one seat to the right at every interim. You can drop out of a round by drinking a cup of strong mulberry ale. Drunk ladies ripping flowers out of each others hair?

-A game of human chess where each person plays the role of a chess piece.

Competition for the "Spring" Festival

This is where the theme of spring is emphasized.

The Spring Goddess Decides.

-The goddess of spring will express her divine wish by giving each person a tatto on their left forearm. They must find someone with a matching tattoo, or intentionally hide theirs and lie.

-The goddess will "bless" her favored lords and ladies for the year by crowning their head with flowers/turning their dress (like Cinderella). Everyone will try to form allies with these handful of Chosen Ones and spend the year preparing to win the goddess's favor.

A friendly 1-1 duel between lords (they either choose their opponent beforehand or the eldest gets to choose first or something) on a holy patch of ground. If a drop of sweat/blood falls on the ground, a flower will bloom. The one to make a flower bloom first loses.

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Magical Drop VI !!!

(copy-pasted from this post on my Newgrounds account: https://yukarinladyboss495.newgrounds.com/news/post/1354548)

Today's the release of Magical Drop VI!

I really like this game series, even though it's pretty much your typical average match 3 Puyo Puyo "ripoff" puzzle game(?).

I have nothing finished to celebrate this day, but here's a sneak peek of a WIP:

(The Empress!! My bf's fave character! I hope y'all like it ^^)

I'm hoping VI's better than V, and I wish Magical Drop gets more popular so it can finally step out of obscurity! ^^

[dollish-shard]

Pleasure of Corruption

What they never warned you about corruption is how *good* it feels.

The magical girl 'elders' (in their middle age, for it was a young girl's business) always talked about the pain, the temptation of power. How you'd want it to stop, do anything to make it stop.

How the dark voices that whispered in your ear as you screamed would tell you the only way to make that pain go away was to accept the darkness, embrace it, inflict pain on others. A difficult task, but one a strong and pure heart could overcome.

But here and now, naked and bound to otherworldly magitech you couldn't even hope to understand, you don't feel pain at all. Pain would have been easy. You understood pain.

What you felt was pleasure. Endless, burning pleasure, all throughout your body.

The darkness had creeped into your body through every opening, and instead of the sharp pain it normally brought, it felt... nice. Amazing, even. Every part of you caressed, enveloped by what you had always thought of as your eternal enemy.

You squirmed and moaned, trying to resist as you felt your inner light dim, your purity being perverted... but it was so hard to care. The pleasure was overwhelming...

You could see the Dark Empress watching you, grinning. That same evil smirk as always, and yet…

It looked different to what it normally did. It didn't make the bile rise in your throat.

It made your heart flutter and your spine tingle. Had she always been so... pretty?

The darkness surged, and your arched your back in pleasure.

"Come on, my lovely new pet." She purred, and you felt your brain mush up even more. "Give in. It feels so nice, doesn't it?" She leaned in, and whispered in your ear, her breath hot on your neck. "This is only the beginning. I can show you *so* much more..."

You wanted to tell her you wouldn't. That you'd escape, defeat her, save the day... but the words wouldn't come, though the moans of ecstasy as the darkness filled you completely. Any thoughts of resistance melted away; all you could do was ride high on your lust.

The Empress leaned in and kissed you, and you felt your light shatter.

Darkness rushed to fill the void within your heart, that which was hers filling you, making you hers too. A new outfit formed on your body; tight, black, and deliciously skimpy.

You felt powerful, but not at all like with the power of light. This was something else. Not a flame that burned under your own power, but a vast ocean that you merely channeled. It was her power, that she had merely gifted to you.

At some point your restraints were released, and floated free of the wonderful device that had broken you. You dropped to the floor and to your knees, before your Empress. "I can feel it in me, your wonderful darkness! Thank you so much, Mistress!"

She leans down and pats your head. "You're welcome, pet. I could hardly let such a pretty thing like you labor under the light, now could I? Now you're *mine*, forever. My beautiful servant of darkness."

"Of course, Mistress." You echo. "Forever yours."

And yet, something something still nagged at you. "Mistress?" You ask. "I was... the older magical girls told us that corruption was painful. But for me, it was amazing. Why didn't they tell us it was so wonderful?"

She simply smiles. "Well, pet, isn't that obvious?"

"If you all knew how wonderful embracing the darkness was, why would anyone choose to serve the light?"

[rusquared]

drabble idea so i can enjoy the act of sharing my thoughts without the time investment of writing shit down:

han sooyoung stopped writing. she couldn't hold a pen with the same careless ease anymore. not after everything that her own hands had caused. she can grade essays and she'll even bicker with dokja about the quality of the random books he picks up. but she won't write. she still flinches when joonghyuk brushes past her and is so real. she won't write.

joonghyuk pisses her off, as usual, about something or the other. in return she leaves a sticky note on top of an embarrassing gift for him. something petty and annoying. joonghyuk tries to ignore her. so she starts leaving them on his door. "yjh is a bastard" "supreme king, 33, unemployed" etc. they increase every week and yjh, for all his cleanliness, never removes them.

sometimes she gets risky. "yoo joonghyuk will do as i, han sooyoung, command". she pretends she didn't already do this to him in two separate worldlines. "today, the supreme king shall make tteokbokki for the black flames empress" "tonight, the supreme king shall not complain about the dishes being done" "this week, the supreme king will not say no to karaoke night"

something about referring to him in the 3rd person is funny, and she keeps it up. but she finds herself leaving sticky notes in her room, too. "what does it mean to be an actor?" "young girl. creates underground fight club" "what's a good magic system in a world based in space?"

han sooyoung never prided herself for creativity, or passion. she just knew how to write, and how to write well (ignoring the one time she wrote in the sloppiest, most verbose, and most passionate way possible). so these little notes don't mean anything to her. it's nothing of note. the view from the window just looked interesting this afternoon. "kim dokja still uses government name in online forums" "yoo sangah -> sadist? enjoys arguing with senators" notes. notes. notes. she's just making observations, is all.

without the avatar skill, and with the system barely there, her mind is quiet. no predictions being made. whatever plot comes to mind is no longer the most probable or best written.

one day, dokja bursts into her room to complain about something or the other. she's asleep at her desk. in front of her, the wall is a rainbow of colors. dokja can't peel his eyes away. what he had always reached for. what none of the other books, as good as they were, could give him. tls123's writing.

it's disjointed and mixed, multiple plot ideas picked up and dropped, no coherent order to it all. but he gathers as many as he can without her noticing, and tiptoes to his room. joonghyuk, watching from the doorway, says nothing. he places the tea he had prepared next to sooyoung's sleeping figure and covers her with a blanket.

when sooyoung slips into dokja's bedroom on another sleepless night permeated by what if he's not there?, she freezes. he has placed all the sticky notes he could gather on his own wall. lovingly arranged in order. some even having miniature sticky notes of their own with his thoughts and questions. the boy so hungry for her stories went ahead and pieced them together on his own. han sooyoung won't write again. but kim dokja will always be her #1 reader.

[genshindsau]

AU's and Fandoms

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1) Genshin Consort AU

Synopsis: Reader is a royal in the imperial family. The reader will eventually become the empress. Many of the males that are characters in Genshin Impact will be either consorts or concubines.

Information: It is not exactly a open-ended reader who doesn't have any pre-determined qualities. However, I try to refrain from mentioning skin color, hair, or any features. Only exception is the eyes of the reader which are a blood red due to the background. Also the reader is able to alter their body type by means of magic so I describe the reader as having both male and female sex organs.

The reader's personality has some distinct qualities. I try not to set them in stone but due to the history and the experiences of the reader that comes from my AU, there are certain personality quirks.

Fandoms: Genshin Impact

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2) Dom/Sub AU

Synopsis: During puberty individuals are determined to have a secondary gender. There are Doms, Subs, and Neutral. Both Dom's and Subs take up about 10% of the population. The remaining 80% are neutrals/switches. Genders like female and male do not determine the secondary gender. Set in modern universe or canon universe. Only Dom!reader accepted. Characters can be any gender.

Fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Vanitas No Carte, Demon slayer.

Commands: These are a vital part in any relationship between a Sub and a Dom. The Dom will give out commands that can range from simple, sexual, or anything else the two agree on beforehand. The sub will then follow the commands.

Relationships: Not every pairing has to be romantic in nature. As long as everyone who is involved gives their consent, it can be primarily a sexual relationship or just a physical relationship in order to fulfill their instincts that come with their secondary gender.

Contracts: These are for more serious relationships. Again, it does not have to be romantic but the Dom and the Sub are more closely bound to each other. There is usually an actual paper document that is signed for more professional Dom/Sub relationships but more intimate one do not always have a more formal contract. Once a contract is agreed on, it is much more important to remain vigilant in terms of giving out commands, spending time together, giving/getting aftercare, etc. If they fall behind on their relationship and what they agreed on, it can result in sickness, dissociations, disorientation, sub or dom drop, etc.

Collars: Should be the most important and intimate endeavor when it comes to a Sub and Dom. A Dom collaring the sub binds them together. The collars can be a piece of jewelry or an actual collar. However, if both agree, dom's can be a given a 'collar' as well.