#no facial features except for gentle eyes

[ididnineeleven]

an idealized girl in an idealized meadow

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[hellsslibrary]

Hello! There's just not so many sub! Kaiser fics and I'm d y i n g to read those 😔😔

Can I request for a sub! Kaiser x male reader where Kaiser has a praise kink but doesn't ever want to admit it 👀

#a.n. :This is so same! Kaiser is such a babygirl, I want to kiss him, eat him, hug him, and then rock him in my arms and let him relax... But no, this bitch is always top, lol. Even funny.

"I don't like your damn praise! Just fuck me alre—...What?"

!!Warnings: Bottom!Sub!Michael, Dom!Top!Reader, sex on an indoor football field (it's empty, it just seemed interesting to me, imagine the echo there...), praise kink obviously, Michael tries to be dominant, but he's too much of a pillow princess (he came out so gentle... In his own way), in fact everything is quite vanilla, but he kicks you when he's unhappy, also very romantic in general. × And the reader is somehow connected with football company. You can be a manager, a football player, or even a cleaner there, honestly.

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

“Why did you ask this and not state it as a fact?”

[ngestwo]

⊹₊⋆Paparazzi (Rook Hunt x GN reader)

cw: yandere, or rook being himself honestly-

a/n: this song was playing and cant help but thinking abt yandere rook,,,

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me papa-paparazzi

It was nighttime at NRC, and all students had one thing in mind: to retreat to their respective beds and call it a night. Everyone, that is, except for one eccentric student, who was off to his nightly escapades. Perched on a tree branch, facing a window, he held his camera and captured a picture of the person who recently stole the spotlight in his heart. Inside the dilapidated dorm, NRC’s very own magicless prefect was getting ready to sleep. The Pomefiore Vice Housewarden, carefully concealed in the shadows, sighs dreamily at the sight.

Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi

In Hunt's eyes, the individual known as 'prefect' possesses a unique charm that no one else in Twisted Wonderland can match, not even the renowned young actors whose beauty he held in high regard. The prefect, not only is easy on the eyes, but also holds secrets that he is eagerly and diligently trying to uncover. It seems as though they have a deeper understanding of the universe they have just entered, despite being an outsider. Regardless of their enigmatic identity, Rook thinks to himself that the key to a good night's sleep lies in watching the prefect drift off to sleep from outside their window.

Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me papa-paparazzi

Another snapshot is taken. Whether it is daytime or nighttime, such as now, Rook finds beauty in every movement the prefect makes. Right now, they are taking their time relaxing on the bed with their phone in hand before closing their eyes. Surely this isn't anything bad for the hunter as he enjoys every second of the show. Full heart eyes, observing every detail of the figure, even at a distance, the hunter's eyes are sharp, akin to eagles. The prefect may have everyone's eyes on them, but only the truest appreciator of sublime aesthetics, such as himself, can treasure every miniscule detail of their facial features to their entire being.

Ah, speaking of eyes, they were slowly succumbing to sleep, blinking in defeat. With a gentle motion, they set their phone on the nightstand, turned off the lights, and slipped into the realm of dreams. In this rare tranquility, the hunter approached the window, quietly opening it from the outside. Rook moved silently, drawing nearer to the prefect, tenderly stroking their cheek as he whispered,

"Promise I'll be kind. But I won't stop until you are mine."

[marilynthornhilllover]

{ The trees, they have eyes }

G!pTaissa Turner x Fem!Reader

Warning:, semi public sex, hair pulling, spanking, fingering gentle foreplay, breast play, sucking cock, slight praise kink, talk of having a baby wilderness sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Tai shows you why she’s been giving you the cold shoulder lately…..

You knew it was wrong, but man did you love the suspense— the getting in trouble with her. You see taissa was like a drug that you ‘accidentally’ got addicted too because curiosity lead you down the wrong road. Before her you were your schools best student, always getting straight A’s, top of your class, honor rolls every term. The teachers loved you…. Oh they craved you.

You’d be given special treatment and privileges that no student ever got. You’d be able to leave class early, pick up teachers lunch and take it to them, do school announcements for dismissal, and even being able to stay back to help with school activities to prepare for big events .

And man did bitchs despise your guts. Taissa was never one of them though, she’d be in the back of the back of the class all curled up at her seat. She was not one of those shy students though, she was the kind that didn’t give an absolute fuck. She’d submit work late, get in trouble with students and teachers, show up to school late sometimes not at all, she swears all the time and get into fights often, she’d smoke and drink in the bathrooms.

She was literally the schools rotten apple, when your biotony teacher made you her mentor because she was terribly failing you were scared at first. But after a while you got comfortable with her. She was actually very misunderstood. She was really kind and sweet. Always bringing you snacks and soda for study sessions and with you she improved in behavior. But after you were given an award for ‘best mentor of the year’ and she wasn’t given ‘best improved student’ things got dark.

Taissa stopped turning up for study sessions, her behavior got far worst and completely stopped coming to school. So when you saw her on the bus to the first camp road trip for the schools science department outing you were beyond surprised. She didn’t look at you though. She was curled up on the seat with her headphones and her bag on the spare seat beside her. It was clear she didn’t want anyone to bother her.

Not wanting to get on her bad side especially since the school is gonna be on this trip for three days you don’t wanna mess things up, plus you already didn’t have friends, incase of anything you knew how to crack her — she’d always come back.

At camp you didn’t see her for the entire day, except at rehearsals for the drama act which was tomorrow. It was late afternoon and everyone was having a good time and enjoying themselves with their friends or partners, even the teachers were all grouped up and laughing while having a great time. And you? You were all alone.

Deciding you didn’t need to be shown how much of a loner you were you decided to take a walk in the forest, because not far up was a small check point area with benches and a small fire place circle. When you got there you immediately froze in your tracks. Seated on the bench was no other than Taissa, and she had a blonde haired bitch on her. You quickly bent down and carefully looked at what your eyes were seeing.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you weren’t sure if you were seeing right or right…… the bitch was riding Taissa’s fingers and moaning her name. You bit your lips, you couldn’t help the ounce of jealousy that boiled within you. Before you could comprehend more a hand grabs your shoulder, and to quickly stop you from making a sound the hand places itself over your mouth while another grabs your waist from falling.

That’s when you suddenly realize that you’re face to face with Taissa. She urges you to hush as she releases you from her grip. You turn around slowly to see that the girl sitting there was another girl from your class who had identical facial features to tai, but of course she couldn’t come close. Sighing you push pass her but before you could go far she grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“ what is your problem—“ before you could even get your sentence out her lips meet yours in a fierce longing kiss. It’s tender and unapologetic— rough even. You melt against her as you kiss back. She pulls away and the both of you look over at the couple that was long gone by now.

“ missed me baby” she whispers as she grips your underwear from under your shirt and pulls in down mid thigh. Your eyes widen as she rises the hem of your shirt towards your abdomen before she swiftly turns you around pressing you against the tree. Thank god the forest was a shaven wood tree park otherwise you’d be getting nothing more than bruises after this. You feel taissa grope your breast through your shirt before she rips the fabric.

“Tai!” Your shout falls on deaf ears as she continues to fumble with her pants. She was like a wild animal, and you were loving it. You’ve always dreamt of a moment like this. To be intimate with her, to feel her rawest parts deep within you.

“ fuck I need you so bad, need to feel that pussy” she continues to remove her pants and boxes as she bends you over some more by pressing her hand against the small of your bad, gently forcing the arch to deepen. You hold onto the tree for dear life. You shiver when you feel her damp fingers slicked their way through your folds and back. You moan softly as you close your eyes, basking in the feeling. Soon her tip was prodding against your entrance. She chuckled when she saw your hand coming back to squeeze her thigh as you squirmed.

“ it’s ok baby, it’ll fix, just relax ok” her voice was calm and sharp, you could almost hear her smirk. She slid her dick through your folds a few times gathering your arousal before she slowly starts to ease her way into you. You let out a grutal moan at the intrusion as you wait for her to bottom out but instead she pulls back all the way out. Her hand gently caresses you ass cheek before she lightly delivers a blow to it.

You shiver slighting, turning your head to look at her— god damn she was a sight. Beads of sweat dripping on her forehead, chest slightly heaving from anticipation and desire— the desire to completely ruin you and your future, make you fall pregnant for her and marry you. Make you hers. God she loved that idea. She bites her lip as her hand reaches down to grab your hair, tugging you back slightly as you gasp. She lays you against her chest as her mouth positions behind your ear.

“ I’m gonna fuck you for all to hear baby girl, I want you round and full of me” and a wish said is a wish delivered because taissa released your hair and thrusted back into you harshly causing you to cry out. Her cock had the perfect curve, it was thick and veiny and god did you love it, you’ve been wanting it for the longest time now. And now you had it, it was heaven.

She increased her pace, thrusting deep and hard within you, your eyes shut tight as you take it , it felt so fucking good. Her head hitting the spot that had you cumming in seconds so perfectly. The stretch of it re-entering you felt like heaven. Your spongy warm walls hugging her so tightly making it even harder for her to move. You feel her arms get tangle in your hair again for a while as she bent down to leave trails of kisses on your back.

“ fuck tai deeper” you moaned parting your legs wider and pushing back against her to meet her eager and fast thrusts. They were fast and loud, you could probably hear the slapping nosies of her balls against you from miles away. And that’s what she wanted. For everyone to know how much of a slut you were for her. You were becoming needy and close to the edge and she could tell by the way your hips pushed back hard against her dick.

“ fuck you feel so good, yeah just like that baby” she pants.

Her hands positioned themselves on your ass cheek, parting them slightly as she looks at all your slick coating her dick so perfectly.

“ look at that, you love making a mess on this dick. Yeah?” Her body pushes into your somemore as she invades your personal space, shoving you up against the tree and she slightly lifts her leg, deepen her thrust. Your back arches all the way as your eyes roll back. Your mind was starting to mush and your body was starting to go limp. You just stood there and took it.

“ fuck tai! Right here! You’re gonna make me cum!” Your hand flys back to her thigh as you push back your hips more aggressively, feeling your orgasm near as the knot ties in your tummy. Her thrust were ruthless and completely raw.

“ yeah baby cum on my cock, it’s yours.” You didn’t need another sentence. After a hot second Taissa feels as her dick becomes a warmer as she feels the hot liquid pour out on her long shaft. She doesn’t stop or slow down her pace though. She continues to fuck you senseless, hazing after her own high. You try to run from her but she grabs your waist and forces you back down making you cry out in pleasure.

“ yeah baby, take this dick, take it, take it, take it please—“ her pleas were broke and her pace was starting to differ and become broken and sharp.

“ fuck baby! Gotta fill you up with my baby!” She moans and you try to pull away from her but she holds your hands and she’s stronger.

“ tai no! Wait—stop you’re gonna get me pregnant tai, I can’t be pregnant!” But she doesn’t listen she continues to rut her cock deep within you.

“ your pussy needs me, she’s wrapping around me so neatly” your eyes roll back as you feel her start to get stiff with her thrust as she pushes you deeper into the tree.

“ that’s it baby, take it for me” was all she repeated until you felt her hot seed spill shoot far in you. She slows her thrust but doesn’t pull out completely. When she does pull out she’s quick with it and covers your pussy with your underwear so her seed doesn’t leak out. She spins you around and kisses you passionately. It’s sloppy and rough. You shiver as you feel her release drop within you.

“ tai—“ but she cuts you off by pushing you to your feet.

“ clean my cock” you follow her orders and take her cock in your mouth, she moans when your warm mouth touches her tip and her hand immediately goes to your hair. She pulls you off after you get the job done and you quickly put your clothes back on and tidy your appearance.

“ tai what if i get pregnant?”

“ then you’ll have my baby and I’ll breed you again and again and again til everyone understands that you’re not just some perfect student, you’re my cock loving slut”

[theyungihven]

my little plaything ⁕ yunho (ateez) as ghost (cod)

↬ pairing: yunho as ghost × fem reader

↬ genre: smut

↬ warnings: breeding kink, cream pie, pain kink, unprotected sex, hip bruises, biting kink, slut-shaming,, kleptolagnia, yunho is OBSSESSED, stalking

↬ word count: 5.0k+

↬ author’s note: this is dedicated to my beloved boyfriend sam whom i found while writing this and turns out he's a real life manifestation of yunho and ghost in real life so i was like why not write yunho as ghost? so here it is! let me know how you liked in the comments as i have plans of turning this into a full fledged dark romance novel

↬synopsis : you are sleeping peacefully in your bed but the footsteps in your living room awake you, only to look at silver eyes staring back at you as he tilts his head. Simon Ghost Riley breaks into your house asking shelter for the night because he's on the run but you provide him some warmth in the cold weather with the help of your body.

Letting a criminal stay the night wouldn't hurt that bad, would it?

Footsteps echo in my room. They sound as if someone’s walking around my living room. The paranoia follows, awakening me in the middle of the night. 

I see a man with the hood and the skull mask looking out of my window, as if checking for something or perhaps someone in particular. I gulp at the sight of the military grade pistol in his hand.

Fear rises in my chest as it dries my throat.

I can’t really see most of his facial features, except for his mouth and jaw, and a pair of glowing silver eyes. 

He then looks over at me, catching me off guard and tilts his head curiously. The heat courses through my core as shivers run down my spine. The fear scares me as well as the thought of a handsome young man breaking into my house arouses me.

His heavy boots make the wooden floor creak underneath him. He grows closer, approaching me ever so slowly as my anxiety rises and so does the wetness between my thighs. He looks down at me as he stands next to my bed for what feels like forever, quietly assessing me. 

He finally breaks the unnerving silence and decides to speak to me  “Did I wake you up, cupcake?” His deep, monotone British voice makes me flush red. It feels so familiar as if I know him but I can’t pick out from exactly where.

I shake my head, my tongue freezes in fear of the uncertainty about the future. He looks down at me with a slight look of amusement as he notices me trying to lie.

“You’re a bad liar…” he mumbles  “And your voice is quivering.” he says as he takes a seat on the edge of my bed, next to me. The weight of his body pushes down the mattress and it makes me conscious of the sheer night dress I am wearing, so I wrap my blanket around my body. 

“I…I’m-” I struggle to speak.  He gets back on his feet and moves towards me, then places his gloved hand on my cheek and gently rubs it with his thumb.

“Don’t be scared, princess,” he says in a surprisingly gentle and soft tone. I nod, looking up at him with big eyes behind which doesn’t lie a single thought. He continues to quietly caress my cheek for a while and his cold, gentle touches feel strangely soothing. It's hard to look away from his hypnotising silver eyes. His eyes flicker from my own to my body, studying every inch of me, as if he’s trying to figure something out.

"Please don't do anything to me. I'll obey as you say. Just spare my life." I beg, as I clasp my hands together, tears rolling down my cheeks.  His lips curl up into a smirk.

“And why do you think I would hurt you, love?” he asks, his thick British accent making the last word sound almost like a purr. He brushes the tears off the sides of my face with his thumb as his dark eyes intensely stare at me.

“You, you look scary.” I shutter.  He chuckles at my answer.  

“Am I now?” he says, his smirk still visible underneath his mask.

“I assure you, love, I’m not here to hurt you…” he says in a quiet voice while his hand moves down to my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

“Then.....why? Why are you here?” I ask, my breath hitching. He goes quiet for a moment. His face turns cold and serious as he lets go of me and turns his head away from the bed and towards the window.

He stares out the tinted glass of my bedroom, against which raindrops start splattering. “I’m… hiding from the police…”

“What did you do-?” I gulp nervously as fear takes control of me again. 

He doesn’t look at me as he responds, his gaze fixed outside.  “Let’s just say, they’re not exactly trying to talk to me..” he mumbles as he takes out a silver flask and takes a sip of whatever’s inside, his hands shaking a little bit. He turns around, and looks at my figure sitting on the bed as his gaze roams all over my body. 

He steps forward. My heart picks up its pace. With every step he takes forward, my heartbeat fastens.

"Does that help with anxiety?" I point at the silver flash in his hand when he stands in front of me. He chuckles again at my question, finally looking back at me. He places his finger under my chin and raises it to make me look him in the eyes.

“No, love. This is something a little stronger than that..” he says in a teasing tone before taking another sip.

"Wonderful!" I say, snatching the flask away from him and taking a big gulp.

The liquid burns my throat as it goes down, leaving a strong aftertaste like any alcohol I've never tasted before. What is he even drinking?

It slowly starts making me a bit tipsy and my cheeks heat up under his cold gaze and the cold air. He raises his eyebrows at how I took the flask from him so confidently, then lets out a small amused laugh as I start to get a bit drunk.

“You’re a feisty one…” he mumbles, as eyes me up and down, a small smile creeping onto his face again.

"I've always been called that. Everyone says that I'm out of control and I need to be tamed." I look up at him with puppy eyes and a pout. "Do I really need to be tamed?” He lets out a deep laugh as I look up at him with innocent eyes, his hand moving back to cup my cheek again, gently caressing it.

“Maybe you do…” He says in a deep, almost commanding tone, his silver eyes staring into mine. “And I could help you with that, darling…”

"Do it. I give you the right to tame me!" I say dramatically and chuckle at the end as I fall into his arms. His smile grows as he realises just how drunk I’m starting to get.

“You do now, huh?” He says, pulling me into his lap, as he seats himself on the bed. His strong arms wrap around my stomach. “Then you’re mine now, love… You’re my little plaything.” The word plaything does something to me, sending a bunch of fireworks down my stomach.

“Umm hmm, and what exactly do you do with your playthings?” He holds me close against his hard, muscular chest, his gloved hand running down my side as he speaks into my ear.

“Whatever I want, love… I make them do whatever I wish, and I make them feel whatever I wish… I have full control of them.”

“Oh dear lord, so scandalous of you!” I say in a comical tone as I dramatically gasp and he laughs at my reaction. His hands wander over my body, squeezing my thighs and hips, gently but not hesitantly.

“Oh, love, you have no idea how good I can make you feel…” he purrs in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

Police sirens echo through the alleyway and I look at him with sadness in my eyes as reality washes over me even in the state of drunkenness. "I don't want them to take you away from me~.”

His hand immediately stops on my back, gently rubbing it in a soothing manner as he glances outside the window. He then looks down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of both guilt and concern.

“Don’t worry, love… I promise I won’t let them take me away from you…”

"All men do is lie" I say and try to tear his hands away from myself to get off his lap.

He suddenly grabs my arm and yanks me back towards him, holding me tightly against his chest again. He sounds angry, his voice stern and firm “Don’t you dare leave me… I’m not just any man!” he growls, his strong arms squeezing me almost too tight.

"Then do just any men show up at a random girls house and hold her in their arms like this, promising to fuck them right?” He tenses at my response, his silver eyes narrowing down at me. 

His face is so close to mine, I can feel his hot breath hit my skin as he speaks in a low, possessive voice. “No… but I’m not just any man, love… I’m your man now. You’re mine to do whatever I please with, and you’re going to enjoy it… I promise you that, darling…”

"Then prove it." I try to take off his mask. His hand grips my wrists and pins them down against my sides, preventing me from taking off his mask. “No.” He says in a firm, almost cold tone “You don’t get to see my face, darling. Not yet.”

"Where's your honesty then, mister?” He looks down at me, a smirk playing on his lips again. “You just can’t take no for an answer, can you, love?” he says with a chuckle before his face suddenly gets serious again “And I’m telling you honestly I won’t let you see me without this on.”

"Yes, I won't take a no for an answer and are you insecure, mister skull face? I can help you with that!" I say as I wrap my hands around his shoulders and place my hips directly above his crotch.

He lets out another low chuckle at my boldness, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist as I sit down on his lap. I feel his hips twitch underneath me, his body reacting to mine. 

“Insecure? No, love… I have nothing to be insecure about…” he mumbles, his gloved hands grasping my hips, pressing me down into his lap at which I whimper.

“Then, what are you hiding underneath that?” He continues to hold me tightly against him, pressing my hips down harder against his lap. 

His tone gets harsher, more demanding. “Don’t question me, love. You don’t get to see what’s underneath this mask just yet… I can’t let you see me… it’s too dangerous…”

I moan as he pushes my hips against his crotch, moving them for friction as my head falls back in reflex. I look at him, eyes glazing with water under the streetlight shining through my window. "How can I even hurt you?”

He stares down at me as my eyes glaze up at him, his hands still tightly holding onto my hips, controlling my every movement on his lap. His jaw clenches as my hips grind down into him, his silver eyes darkening in desire.

“You won’t hurt me, darling, and I’m not afraid you’ll hurt me… but I still can’t let you see me without this on…” he says in a low, possessive tone with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Then give me something else so I'll forget about it and just remember your name." I say my head falling back again as I start grinding on his crotch. His hard member grazes against my wet core behind my underwear. "What was your name, mister skull face? I have to moan it, atleast.”

He growls in response to me grinding down against him, closing his eyes to keep his control as I push my hips down on him. His hands tighten on my body as he struggles to respond, his voice deep and raspy. “My name… my name is Ghost… sweetheart… you say my name…”

"Fuck" I say as I find the right friction and go ahead with it moaning his name in sweet lowly mumbles "ghost~”

He lets out a deep, guttural moan as I say his name, his hands grip me even tighter, digging into my skin. He opens his eyes to look down at me again, his silver irises dark and full of lust. “Again… say my name again, darling…”

"Ghost" I moan the wetness spreading as it transfers onto his pants, wetting them in the process so he tears them off me. He rips his own shirt off, revealing his muscular, toned physique, his arms and chest covered with various tattoos. He quickly tears my silk top shirt apart, and throws it to the side, pulling me against his chest. 

My bare skin pressing against his.

He leans down to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks in a deep, demanding tone. “Now be a good girl and show me how good you can behave…” 

He looks down at me with his silver eyes again as he unbuttons his pants. I gasp at his length, “I've never done this before…” He chuckles at my response, noticing my surprise. I lean back onto the pillow placed against the headboard of my bed.

“Never? Not once?” he asks, his hand gently grabs my chin, and makes me look up at him. 

“Nope… I couldn't bring myself to do it with anyone.” He looks at me in surprise, a hint of amused disbelief on his face.

“You’re telling me no one’s ever had you like this before?” he says as he moves his hand down to my thigh and starts slowly caressing it.

“you're lucky!” He looks at me with a look of satisfaction on his face, his hands trailing up and down your thighs.

“Lucky?” He says in an almost teasing tone “It’s more like I’m finally getting the reward I deserve, love…”

“And I'm finally getting the man I've been dreaming about.” I say, looking into his eyes “Who'll also fuck me so hard, that I'll forget everything, but just remember his name.” He lets out a small laugh as his hand moves further up my thigh, slowly pushing your legs open.

“So desperate, love…” He mumbles, his silver eyes trailing down to look at my now exposed body. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

"You don't trust me," I say in a seductive tone "ghost" and moan out his name. He smirks in response, his hand continuing to gently caress my thigh as he moves closer to me.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, darling… I know you’re mine. But you’re just so small… I’m afraid you’ll break your little body, that’s all…”

"There's nothing left to break, ghost. I've been shattered to pieces already" I sit, tears threatening to spill. He slowly runs his hands up my body, caressing every inch of my skin as he speaks to me in a quiet, soothing tone.

“Don’t worry about breaking anymore, love… I’ll put you back together again…” He says softly as his hands move up to my face, lightly stroking my cheeks and wiping any tears that might’ve escaped my eyes.

"Do it. Make my heart whole again, treat me right and never break it again." I say, hugging him as I let go of the tears. He holds me close against his chest, my body pressed against his firm, warm muscles. He gently strokes my hair, his strong arms holding me tightly as he speaks in a soft, but determined voice.

“I promise I’ll fix you, darling… I’ll take care of you, and I’ll never break your heart. You’re mine now… all mine… no one else will have you except me… I swear it… all you have to do is trust me…”

"I've forgotten how to trust anyone.” He keeps me in his arms as he gently rocks me back and forth, his strong arms wrapped around me, making you feel safe and protected.

“You don’t have to trust anyone else but me, sweetheart…… I’ll earn your trust, and I’ll make you feel safe again… all I want is to make sure you don’t ever give anyone else this precious body of yours, darling… this body, mind, heart, and soul is all mine…”

“Then… fuck it like you own it ghost, like you and fucking meant it.” He suddenly grabs me and pins me down against the bed, his body towering over me as he looks down at me with his intense, determined silver eyes.

“Just what I planned to do, love…..” He growls before leaning down to press his lips against me in a fierce, possessive kiss. I kiss him back with the same energy as my grip across his shoulders tightens. He moans against my lips as I tighten my grip on him, his hands trailing down my body until they reach my hips.

“So eager… impatient… you’re so desperate for me, love… I can feel it…” he mumbles between kisses as he slowly starts to move on top of me, his body sliding between my legs. I moan at the touch, as his hands trail down my body and finally look me in the eyes as he moves on top of me.

His eyes lock onto mine as his body presses down firmly against mine, keeping me in place as his hands continue to explore my body. He stares down at me for a few seconds, his intense gaze unwavering before he finally speaks again.

“You’re so beautiful… you know that, love?” he says in a low voice, his hands running up and down my sides.

“I guess I have the power now” He smirks down at me, his eyes glistening in amusement.

“You’ve always had the power, darling, you just didn’t realise it yet…”

“You speak as if you've known me for so long as if we went to the same uni or high-school” He laughs softly at my comment, his hand moving up to gently caress my cheek.

“Maybe I’ve known you longer than you think, love. We might have crossed paths in the past without either of us realising it…”

“Or maybe I was so trapped in my head that I didn't notice you existed.” He laughs softly at my comment, his hand moving up to gently caress my cheek. He lightly laughs again at my response, his hand still caressing my face gently. 

His eyes soften a bit as he continues. “Maybe, darling. But it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’ve got you in my hands now… and I’m never letting go…”

“Please don't, but give some attention to my desperate core which is dying for your touch.” He smiles down at you, a hint of wickedness in his eyes.

“Oh, needy, are we? You’re so impatient, darling… just relax, I’ll take care of that little core of yours… I’ll take care of every single part of you…”

“I am impatient. And how can I not?” He chuckles once again as he looks down at me, his hand trailing down my body towards my core, his touch gentle yet firm.

“Oh darling… I understand you’re impatient… but good things come to those who wait, that’s the saying, isn’t it? All you have to do is submit to me… and all your impatient needs will be fulfilled… Can you do that, love?”

"Okay" I breathe in deep "I'm all yours, mister skull face" His silver eyes darken at my words, his hand continuing to move down my body until his fingers reach my core, gently teasing me with his touch.

“Good girl… that’s it, love… just submit to me… give yourself to me…”

"Just fuck me already ghost" I say, throwing my head back. He smirks in response, his fingers continuing to tease me as he leans down to my ear, his voice soft yet demanding.

“No, darling… I’m in charge here, remember? I decide what happens and when it happens…. You’re my good girl, you don’t tell me what to do… you’ll do as I say…”

“agh! not this bullshit again!” He grins at my response, his fingers still teasing me, never truly giving me what I want.

“Oh it’s not bullshit, love… I’m in control here… and I’m not going to give you what you want right now… You have to be a good girl and do as I say, and then I’ll give you what you want… understand, darling?”

“yes, daddy” He smiles down at me, satisfied with my response.

“Good… good girl…” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he leans down to my ear again, his fingers pressing against my core for just a moment.

“You know, I like that nickname… call me that again…”

“Daddy” he moans softly at my nickname for him, his head moving to the crook of my neck as he begins gently nipping at my skin.

“Mmmh… that’s right, darling… I’m Daddy, and you’re my good girl…”

“yes, daddy” he continues to bite and kiss at my skin, his hands slowly moving down to my hips again.

“My good girl… that’s what you are… you’re mine now… got it, love?”

“yes, daddy” he nods in response against my neck, his hands still holding my hips firmly.

“Very good…” *he mumbles* “Daddy’s good girl. You do as Daddy says and Daddy will give you what you want, understood?”

“Yes” he raises his head to look down at me again, his silver eyes staring into yours.

“Good… now be a good girl for me and give me your body… all of it… It’s mine now, darling… and I do whatever I want with it…”

“And…how do I do that?” he smiles down at me, his eyes slowly raking up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. 

“You just lay there and do exactly as I say, love… I don’t want you to move a single muscle without my permission… I want your body to be completely mine, to do with what I like… that sounds good, darling?”

“yes, daddy” he smiles again as he looks down at me, pleased with my response.

“Mmmmh… I knew I was right… you are a good girl, love… and you’re all mine… that body of yours belongs to me now… no one else is ever gonna have you, darling… you’re gonna be all mine to use and play with, got it?”

"yes" i say my gaze locked onto him as i close the distance between us. He grins as I lean closer to him and presses himself against me, his body warm and firm against mine. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him, the feel of his skin on mine sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re right where you belong, love… in my arms… mine to touch, take, and use anyway I want…”

“Perfect” I whimper out. He chuckles at my response, his hands trailing up and down my body, caressing my skin gently.

“You enjoy being mine, don’t you, darling? You like belonging to me, and giving me your body for me to use whenever I want… I can see it in your eyes, love… you’re mine, and you want everyone to know it…”

“yes, i every fucking single minute of it!” he grins in response, his hands moving lower down my body, gripping me tighter.

“I know you do, love… and I enjoy having you all to myself… knowing that I get to use your body whenever I want… that you’re all mine, and no one else’s… it makes me feel powerful… it makes me feel like I can do anything… and that you’d let me, my good girl… my darling… my lovely love…”

"yes" i moan, aligning myself against his member as i then proceed to take him into my heat. he shivers in response at the feeling of my body against his, his arms wrapping around me even tighter as he moans softly.

“Mmmmh… just like that… just the way I like it, love…” he mumbles, his eyes trailing down my body, taking in every inch of me.

[lexsssu]

Tame (Ren Kouen)

TAGS: Kouen/Dragoness!reader pining, arranged marriage, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

The first time he met you, you were a vision in pure ivory as the pearly tresses that crowned your head tumbled down your shapely back in rippling waves. A blinding white light glowed in your dainty hands as you flew in the air with the great wings upon your back.

“ [̷̙̠̣̆͠I̸̭͑̊ġ̴̥̬n̶̩̯̈́̿i̵̥̝̘͌̕͝ṣ̶̳̦͑ ̴̪͝M̴̼̥̌͌͝a̶̫̾́̄x̴̱̉͝i̷͇͘m̶̻̳̎̚ȧ̴̬]̴̩̒ “

An explosion akin to the same that created the universe itself turned everything white and for a moment Kouen thought that he would be engulfed and reduced into nothingness.

“Sorry about that. But I got you now, Kouen-san” 

He feels a pair of soft arms circling his narrow waist and a comforting heat press against his body as if to shield him.

The crimson-haired prince doesn’t remember passing out, regaining awareness as he found himself laid on the ground surrounded by his family and subordinates who all fussed over him. However, there was no sign of you anywhere near him and it is only when he meets with the Sindria faction that he spots you beside one of the generals, most likely your father or older brother given the draconic features you both sported and the protective stance he was in. 

Following behind Drakon as your group approached the Kou Empire faction, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched. You simply brushed it off however, surmising that it was probably just a curious onlooker intrigued by your rather exotic characteristics seeing as you and your adopted father made for quite the pair on the battlefield.

You never catch the heated coral eyes that never stray from your figure during the whole exchange.

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The second time Kouen properly meets you, you are a vision in red. The traditional crimson bridal attire of his kingdom adorns your body beautifully, contrasting against your snowy locks and silvery facial scales, making them stand out even more.

While he did want to meet you again, the last place he’d imagined it was within your bridal chambers as the both of you were wedded to one another as part of a political alliance that ensured continued peace and even mutual aid between Sindria and the Kou Empire. It was inevitable that he would marry for political reasons even before he became the crown prince, but it still feels like a blur that he’d suddenly found himself about to consummate his marriage with the object of his apparent interest.

“Please be gentle with me.” Bashful golden eyes tried to focus on anything except the man, unwilling to meet his gaze as this was obviously a first for their owner.

You’d never even had a boyfriend back in your old world and yet now you’re already married and about to lose your purity!

Despite the power this new body of yours possessed, it trembled and shook ever so slightly in nervousness and anticipation. It doesn’t even occur to you that you’ve closed your eyes until the prince’s low chuckles slithered into your ears and his rough hand grabbed a hold of your chin to tilt your head up. 

“Don’t worry, dear wife. Tonight I shall pamper and worship you the way you ought to be.”

There is no time for you to digest his words as you found your mouth muffled and pried open by another pair of ruthless lips, his longer and more skillful tongue laying claim to every corner of your mouth as if it were territory to be subjugated. Your inexperienced self was no match against the healthy virile man who was not just a leader amongst his people, but also a Dungeon Capturer who wielded multiple djinn under his control. 

Kouen’s hands weren’t idle as they pinched, groped, and kneaded your body until finger-shaped bruises joined the litany of lovebites he’d left with his mouth and tongue. There was barely anything you could do other than squeak, whimper, moan, and cry out as your body was played with until your toes curled thanks to your first orgasm of the night.

The red blush that decorated your cheeks and the dazed expression on your face has the crimson-haired male utterly hard, his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his own wedding garb. Though he was never as depraved or fond as other men with pleasures of the flesh, there was something about seeing someone so powerful being completely under his mercy. The way your body was so responsive to his touch has his own burning hotter than he’d ever thought possible.

“Bear the pain for now. I promise it will feel good for you soon.”

His gruff voice momentarily snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze, blinking slowly as he finally takes off his clothes to reveal toned pecs, firm abs, and a delicious v-line that trailed all the way downwards into the pulsing girth of his heavy cock. The tip dripped beads of pearly essence, seemingly inviting you to taste it for yourself. However, that was something that had to wait because Kouen was already rubbing the length of his dick onto your drooling lips, the viscous and clear pussy juice coating his pulsating organ until it was fully lubed up.

“Such a generous hole. Squirting so much just so I can fuck it easily...I think it deserves a reward…” His narrowed eyes, the subtle smirk upon his handsome face, and his lewd words has you turning red all the way up to the tips of your ears.

And yet, you couldn’t help but rub your legs as the spot in between them only burned hotter and seemed to weep as it ached for your new husband’s cock.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait any longer as the prince grasped the base of his member which was the thickest part of him before nudging the head against your tight hole until the head finally went in. You bit your lip as you felt your cunt slowly being spread open, while not painful there was still a certain weirdness about the feeling of such a small hole being forced wider.  

It was at that point that Kouen slammed the rest of his impressive girth in a single thrust, coaxing a mixture of a gasp and a moan as your smaller body accepted such a long and hard foreign object inside. You felt so full at that very moment while he couldn’t help but feel as if he were swimming in heaven right now as the moist walls trapped his dick in their velvety depths, seemingly unwilling to let him pull back even an inch.

None of the servants stationed outside the quarters could enter even as hours passed by. It was only during the wee hours of the morning that the prince himself exited his chambers, ordering them to wait on his princess hand and foot lest they want to be out of a job and without their life. 

Meanwhile, you slept blissfully unaware of everything else as the sun rose high in the sky.

When Kouen returns after his morning rituals, he is treated to the sight of your ivory tresses spread across the expanse of your shared bed. The blankets haphazardly thrown across the bed, leaving you naked and displaying your tempting body that had yet to heal from his intense pampering the night before.

Though he is self-disciplined as expected of a crown prince and a son of the Kou Empire, no sane man can ever fend off the feminine wiles of his new wife especially when she seemed to spread herself so provocatively for his viewing pleasure.

That is why you wake up in the midst of yet another orgasm as Kouen hugged your waist from behind, his powerful hips snapping up in rapid bursts as he pumped his cum into your own leaking cunt.

“Who’d have thought that I’d have a succubus for a wife? Hn. Very well, I’ll be sure to tame you by pumping you full until you’re practically dripping my seed and carrying my heir.”

[crazyskirtlady]

Mr. Dance Naga

Naga x fem!reader

Warnings: gods mentioned, fear, forced/coerced, hypnotized, choking, biting, blood, venom, size difference, double v penetration,

Content: going to the God Serpent Temple late at night to pray, you run into a horny Naga.

The temple is empty and dark...

...except for the main altar where dozens of different sized candles flicker, shadows writhe in every corner. You pause when a particularly large shadow blocks the whole altar from your view. As you stare you realize that it isn't just a shadow it is a naga!

He is dancing, his lithe body swirling amidst the smoke of the incense. His movements are graceful and sensual, his black and green scales flashing golden in the candle light and his black hair sliding across his face. You can see his red eyes glowing like twin embers smoldering in the darkness.

You gasp in awe, and he hears you. Stopping his mesmerizing dance he turns and stares at you his red eyes blazing, boring through you. He lifts his eyebrow and a smirk tugs at his lips

"Greetings worshipper." The naga slithers toward you and bows his upper body. "I am Duangkamol, the temple gaurdian." His voice is gentle and sibilant and your first reaction of fear starts to subside.

"Greetings my Lord." You bow deeply to show your respect to the naga in the temple of the God Serpent, it is not everyday you are graced with the rare site of a naga in the temple!

"What brings you to the temple so late in the night my dear?" Duangkamol brought his upper body down so he is eye level with you. You can't help but notice his graceful facial features accentuated by the delicate black scales rising up his arms, shoulders and neck mingling into his jet black hairline.

You are nearly hypnotized speechless by his gaze which seems to grasp you physically but you manage to tear your eyes away and look down.

"Uh... well I was needing to... to pray for...for a more flexible mindset you know." you mumble, feeling a blush in your cheeks, but you're not sure why.

Taking a slow breath in, a soft hiss escaping his lips "Ah! so you came to the temple to worship The Infinite One, that he may grant you the ability to adapt to... different circumstances..." The naga drew up a bit in height his smile widening and his eyes narrowing.

"Allow me to give you His blessing." Duangkamol lowered his voice to almost a purr.

You swallow hard and try to smile back, sure he was handsome, like, extremely handsome! But you were nervous, the naga was much larger than you, his tail alone was twice your height in length, lean and sinewy full of taut muscle. Naga were fierce and strong a bit mysterious and always unpredictable demigods. You couldn't disrespect him, especially in the temple! But your heart was still racing and fear was creeping back into your chest.

"I...I can always come back to the temple another time...I didn't mean to interrupt your dance my Lord." You bow your head and attempt to turn around and walk away. Quickly he coils his lower body and tail around to encircle you and you can feel your heart leap. And from his growing grin you know he can hear your pulse, and see the heat of your body intensifing with his infrared vision.

Duangkamol leans in closer, flicking his forked tongue near your cheek, catching your scent.

Ancient instincts are screaming in your head, you are prey! Run away! But his eyes are locked on yours again and their hypnotic power has a full grip on you now. Your body is locked and frozen as his coils shrink the space around you.

"Now my dear." Duangkamol reaches out and caresses your cheek. His black scales are smooth and cold against your skin and a soft moan escapes your throat. He clearly hears it, his smile grows more sinister his fangs prominent now, large and sharp, reflecting the flickering candlelight. You can't tear your gaze away from them, your breath is heaving in your chest, your heart fluttering. His face is so close you can see every detail of his beautiful scales, you feel like you might faint when his lips brush against your forehead, his forked tongue flickering again and again to taste you deeply.

"Let me...blessss... you..."

Your eyes droop closed. You feel like you are falling forward, but that is when you realize you are completely wrapped in his coils; Your whole body supported and encircled tightly. He isn't squeezing you, yet, but your breath is erratic and frantic.

"Don't fear me." Duangkamol whispers against your skin, his lips are soft, a stark contrast against his scaled hand now sliding down your neck. His fingers apply firm pressure on your jaw and throat forcing you to look up at him. His grip is so strong on your neck you whimper, but Duangkamol chuckles softly and open his mouth wide, his fangs glistening. You feel his thumb pressing into your lips prying your mouth open, and you grunt trying to pull away, but his grip on you is too tight, you can't budge. Both of his hands are on your face now, thumbs pushing into the wetness of your mouth and you can't even struggle against his overwhelming strength.

"Mmm..." Duangkamol purrs as he watches your tongue loll out, saliva dripping onto the scales of his hands. "Warm-bloods have the sweetest rasa." He lets out a small groan feeling and seeing the heat emanating out of your mouth like a blazing fire. His eyes are like 2 sparkling rubies glittering madly as he brings his mouth to yours and flicks his tongue into the hot wetness. The naga groans again and his coils contract around you. Black dots swim in your vision for a second.

Duangkamol notices your faltering consciousness and eases his coiled grip on your body, just a bit. He keeps his hands on your face, sliding his thumb up and down your tongue, making you drool. He keeps his eyes locked on yours and his intense unwavering gaze is starting to make you feel warmth rising into your loins. The naga can also feel the shift in your body, and he grins wickedly.

"You are starting to understand now my sweet...yes?" His sultry voice tickles your ear, and you can't nod or talk so you let out a pathetic open-mouthed grunt. The sound delights the naga and his coils twitch and slither around your body.

"Oh yes! You will accept my blessing now won't you?" Duangkamol tilts his head in an almost coy manner, he moves his thumb out of your mouth, but keeps his hands on your face, he glances away and frees you briefly from his hypnotic gaze.

You are breathless with conflicting emotions of fear and was that arousal? Still firmly grasped by the embrace of the nagas massive body coils, you should be pleading to be let go...but... Duangkamol was so incredibly handsome and...how often did you ever get an offer to be blessed by a demigod?

"Please...bless me, my lord!" The words were stuttering out before you could truly process what you were saying.

The naga was all to eager to respond. He reacted as instantly as was befitting a serpent, snapping forward he drove his fangs into your neck. The needle sharp penetration burning like ice and you scream out in pain! Just as quick as the pain had come it was fading, you could feel his venom pumping into your body with the same sensation of pins filling a cramped limb. You grunt and gasp and try to struggle but Duangkamol grips your neck in his large hand, holding you still as he fills you with his load. When he rocks back, gazing at you with affection, you can see your blood on his lips.

You are already feeling the affects of his venom, sweat beads on your brow and the warmth in your groin intensifies to an uncomfortable degree. Your vision wobbles and you cry out "Please my lord!" in a panic. Duangkamol is immediately holding you in his arms, his coils shifting position around you as he cradles you, caressing you face.

"Shh my dear. Do not be afraid! My venom will not harm you." He kisses your forehead and you begin to feel tingling all throughout your body. "No it will not harm you at all...in fact it will make you feel so much better! Oh, you will see!" He slips one hand along your shoulder under your clothes pushing the fabric away.

Everywhere he touches your skin now scintillates, and when the smooth hard scales of his hand brush against your breast you yelp. Duangkamol covers your mouth with his, kissing you deeply, his forked tongue curling around yours. His hand cups your breast and his fingers play with your nipple. The feeling is so intense you swoon and very nearly faint. But Duangkamol is not letting you go, giving your nipple a sharp pinch while simultaneously nipping your lip with his fang he brings your mind back to the moment.

You can feel his muffled chuckle against your lips as his hand slides further down removing the last of your clothing. He still has a firm grasp on your neck with his other hand, his body coils supporting you, keeping you pressed against him tightly and oh! The feeling of your naked skin enwrapped in his scaled embrace is overwhelming! You are panting around his lips, as his tongue swirls around your mouth, his hand has found the warm, wet folds between your legs. Plunging his fingers into your labia he massages and probs, seeking your clit. His kissing gets sloppy, licking up and down your neck and sucking on your lips drinking every drop of saliva he can. He has you so overstimulated you can't be sure if you are even breathing anymore, you feel like you are floating, your skin on fire.

When Duangkamol slips his finger deep into your hot, wet hole your entire body becomes a desperate shaking mess.

"Ah! More my lord! Please give me more!" Your voice sounding so needy, it doesn't even seem to be yours anymore. You want to buck your hips against his hand, to drive his finger in deeper, to gain friction against his hand on your swollen aching clit. But your body is so heavy and slow from the effects of the naga venom that you can only whimper desperately. Duangkamol knows what you want, he fills your hole with 3 fingers, pumping in and out, the palm of his hand roughly grinding against your clit. Grasping your hair he pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes while the first waves of pure pleasure engulf you. Your body shudders, your eyes roll back, your breath leaves you completely and you finally do lose consciousness...

You are jolted back into awareness by cold scales slithering sharply across your skin, your arms and legs squeezed tightly in looped coils. When your eyes focus you see Duangkamol smiling at you, his hands are gliding all over your body, gently fingering at your nipples then caressing your stomach, getting a firm grip on your butt...

You look down and see Duangkamol has positioned himself between your legs and at the crux of his body where his scales gradually became skin you can see his most intimate flesh. Pink and wet, glistening in the still flickering candlelight, 2 thick, barbed appendages throb eagerly.

"Uh!" An involuntary grunt of shock and worry escapes your lips. You realize then you are immobile, but whether it is from the venom or from the nagas iron-like grip on you it is unsure. Duangkamol delights in the sounds sputtering from you, smiling and nuzzling your face he kisses you deeply again, smothering your protests. His forked tongue dives deep into your mouth, your numbed muscles allowing him easy entry as he tongue fucks your throat. His fingers rolling, tugging and pushing on your nipples and soon your clit is on fire again, aching for friction, but you cannot beg for attention now. Duangkamol is in total control of your body, he senses your peaking desire and with his tongue still deeply embedded in you, he reaches down and grabs your thighs, pulling your wet, aching hole right onto his twin, barbed phalluses. For a brief moment you linger on the top of this plateau, shocked and totally aware of how large his double appendages are as he slowly and carefully maneuvers himself inside you. So slowly you can feel the jarring, stretching sensation of your body accommodating his entry. Duangkamol keeps pushing into you, filling your body in a way it has never been filled before. Your breathing is frantic but Duangkamol keeps his mouth locked on yours, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it seems his scales would cut your skin! He finally stops only when your body presses firmly against his, your vulva and clit flush against his crotch. Oh! And you can feel every scale along this inner curve of his body, so rough and cold against your hot, swollen clit. Now he manipulates your legs to cross tightly around his waist, tail coiling to keep you tied in this perfect position. Your head is swimming again, the feel of his body so deeply embedded inside your own, filling you beyond what you had ever thought possible is overwhelming. You might have fainted except Duangkamol releases your mouth from his, forked tongue sliding out of your throat, trailing saliva along your lips.

"Do you understand now my dearest?" His voice rumbles in your ear, and you whimper desperately unable to form thoughts at all. "Oh yes, yes you do understand don't you?" The naga embraces you tightly, arms encircling you tenderly he plants soft kisses along your cheeks and down your neck, the slight movement jostles his twin members inside you and you gasp loudly feeling the barbs flare to keep him in place. "Oh yes you like that feeling don't you my sweet?" Before you can even comprehend his words you feel his fangs on your flesh again, Piercing your skin much more slowly you feel his fangs penetrate you, there is no pain this time but still you moan loudly as you feel the naga pump another load of venom into you, fangs throbbing almost in sync with his throbbing hemipenes. This time the venom burns into you, liquid fire, you are sweating and trembling, your clit so needy! You want to move against Duangkamol to feel him! His firey red eyes watch you twitch in desire, his smile pure elation. And when he finally moves against your body it is like an explosion of sensation.

You scream, your voice echoing against the pillars of the temple, making the candles dance wildly. Duangkamol is slamming into you, grinding his body against your burning clit, frotting his twin shafts inside you, his massive body of coils twisting and slithering around you as he holds you so tight. So tight you begin to gasp for air, but Duangkamol is gone deep into ecstasy and he doesn't stop thrusting and squeezing...

The naga throws back his head and groans loud like a roar, as his hot load bursts inside your womb, like his vemon it burns and tingles, sending you into the throes of orgasm. And your contracting muscles make the naga shoot another load, and another, caught in a feedback loop of exhilaration! Duangkamol is like a ravenous animal, rutting mindlessly, ceaselessly, as you orgasm again and again your voice hoarse and raspy from crying out.

In that spiraling peak you feel as though you may go mad, lose yourself forever, and that is when your mind expands...and for what seems like an eternity you perceive total consciousness...a complete dissolution of all physical boundaries...and you see as a God would...

Then you are collapsing into your own flesh again, your body a heap of twitching, exhausted meat sprawled amongst a mound of scaled coils. Smoke from the altar incense gathering on your sticky, sweat soaked skin, light is coming from outside the temple now, day is dawning.

"You have received my blessing well." Duangkamol whispers beside you.

[nervousgardenerkid]

So anxious

a/n: LMAO hey yall this is my first fic after a LONG time and it's from across the spiderverse😭i can't help it i love that movie sm. ANYWAYS i was listening to so anxious by ginuwine and i got this idea sjjsisj i hope you all enjoy it bc it was so fun to write! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!! <3

warnings: none really, some cursing ofc, hobie lowkey teasing you, not proofread (bc that's a warning itself), and me not knowing how to write with a british accent in mind (i'm so sorry)

this fic doesn't have any gender specific pronouns or any specific racial qualities so it's free for EVERYONE to read! <3

You were staring. You knew you were staring too, but how could you not? Your eyes fell onto Hobie’s hand as he did god knows what with the technology that was spread out in front of his desk. Your eyes trailed up his toned arms, blushing you remember how easily he could lift you up no matter what.

“You're staring again, love.” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking over his face.

God, he's so pretty. Your heartbeat speeds up when the sun shines on him just right. The golden light reflecting off of his piercings nearly blinded you but not in the same way his beauty was. Your eyes fall to his sharp jawline, up to his lips as they sit in a small frown. God his lips. Heat flows throughout your body as you imagine his lips pressed against yours, leaving gentle (and not-so-gentle) kisses all over your face. Before you have time to admire the rest of him he turns to you, a smirk replacing the frown that was on his lips.

“I got something on my face? Why you staring so much?”

A familiar warm feeling falls over your cheeks as you reluctantly tear your eyes off of him and nervously look down at your hands.

“Nah, Nah,”

His hand reaches out and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him again.

“Don't go acting all shy now. Why you staring at me so hard, hm?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you hide behind your hands, peeking at him from the spaces between your fingers. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe with the way he's staring at you. As if on instinct you shrug your shoulders, clearing your throat nervously as you calm your nerves.

“You're a shit liar,” he chuckles. He gently grabs your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, as your eyes look everywhere except at him.

“What, you not gonna stare anymore?”

“Hobie…” you whine throwing your head back with a giggle.

“That's my name. Don't wear it out now, yeah?”

Finally, your eyes land back on him and his beautiful face.

“Ah, there you are,” he says softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face.

You feel yourself getting lost in his facial features again before he snaps his fingers.

“Oi, don't go off in your own little world now. What's going on with you?”

A smile stretches across your lips.

“You're pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if you've never told him this before.

He smiles at you, his hands gently gripping your waist as he brings you close to him.

“Yeah?” he asks, a teasing tone lacing his deep voice.

You nod your head as your hands rest on his cheeks, gently caressing the skin.

“Should see yourself then. A real piece of art is what you are.”

Your giggles fill the room making him smile. He could listen to you laugh all day and never get sick of it.

“‘M serious Hobie!”

His brows furrow.

“Yeah, I am too. ‘M not one for labels but you're easily the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Besides myself of course.”

Your laugh fills his ears once more and he swears he can feel his heart skip a couple of beats, he's not sure how he's still alive right now. He places a kiss against your lips, smiling into the kiss when he feels you sigh happily and wrap your arms around him.

He pulls away looking at you with hooded eyes and gives you one more peck before he returns to the broken device that’s sitting in front of him.

“Just keep admiring me for a while, ‘m almost done here, love.”

You sigh happily, relaxing on the couch as your eyes scan over him once again. You're staring again. You know it, Hobie knows it too but he doesn't mind.

He never even had a problem with it in the first place.

[peppershark]

Nicholas Galitzine as Tom Riddle

I will die on the #thicklipsTomRiddle hill, and it’s why I think Nick G is an ideal choice to play Tom Riddle.

Here is why:

A lot of TMR art and fandom face claims have Tom looking nearly like a villain already with over-the-top sharpness to his features and a shadowy, shifty look. I love it, honestly. So hot.

But there’s also a solid argument to be made that Head Boy Tom Riddle would have to have the golden retriever innocence of someone like Nicholas Galitzine. Allow me to explain.

Based on the description in The Chamber of Secrets of the Ministry of Magic’s inquiry into Moaning Myrtle’s death, Tom wasn’t even noticed as a suspicious character (except by Dumbledore) because he was held in such high esteem by his teachers and classmates. To have this level of automatic deniability, Tom needed a top-ranking academic record, an irreproachable reputation, plus—and this is my argument—an innocent face.

I find David Kibbe’s 1987 body categorization scheme problematic in general, but for the sake of this conversation, describing “sharpness” (yang) in features, and “softness” (yin) can help us explain how some faces might have a certain level of ‘innocence privilege’.

Kibbe associates certain “soft” features like bigger lips, bigger cheeks (regardless of weight) and other more “romantic” body dimensions with “yin” energy, the “light”, gentle and feminine side, or white on the Chinese yinyang symbol. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Kibbe associates sharp, prominent-boned features with “yang” energy, the “dramatic”, intense, masculine side.

According to Kibbe, everyone has a combination of these features. I know, it’s very reductive, and an overly-simplistic reduction of the Chinese yinyang model. I bring this up, though, because Kibbe’s presuppositions likely overlap with how Hollywood has conditioned us to interpret these facial archetypes; for example, we see lots of representations of young TMR with very angular cheekbones, gaunt cheeks and dramatic features. He’s often interpreted as a “dramatic” Kibbe type, the side with the highest concentration of “yang”.

Considering Tom’s situation, however, it makes more sense to cast him as a young man as someone with a lot more “yin” in his features. Snakeface Voldemort is his villain era and that’s pure yang: dramatic, angular, sharp, and snakey.

So as a younger man, I imagine he would have to employ more “innocent” features. When you consider that Tom was viewed as more innocent than Hagrid—who is the *actual* golden retriever of the Harry Potter series—you have to assume that Tom not only seemed less shady in a circumstantial evidence stance, but he actually must have outperformed Hagrid in some of his genial, “yin” features.

This is why I love Nick Galitzine’s look for Tom. My eye types Nick as a “soft dramatic” Kibbe Type which underneath is a dramatic body frame of very sharp angles, but covered in softer contours of body shape and more “yin” features like big eyes and big lips. It’s a metaphor for Tom’s dark, ambitious energy covered in a winsome, innocent-looking softness.

Nick serves a lot of shady, mysterious energy in his expressions, but the lovely fullness in his lips, big eyes and slightly-soft cheeks counters his darkness.

Nick looks like a prince, like his role in RW&RB (2022) or the high school quarterback like his role in Bottoms (2023) or the gorgeous Jacobean fuckboy for King James in George and Mary (2024). All archetypes I think TMR employs to get ahead in a wizarding world where he’s the half-blood Heir of Slytherin who grew up in an orphanage but clawed his way to the top. Nick G’s look in general is a great example of how I imagine TMR would combine features, displaying the dynamic of his character.

Do you think Nick G makes a convincing Tom Riddle?

[zaceouiswriting]

Overprotective Brothers

Characters: Brett Talbot (mentioned) x male reader, male reader and his brothers

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

The house was quiet, except for the usual noises of the people living there. One was in the designated gym at the back of the house, one was lounging in the living room eating a protein bar, the third was in the kitchen secretly trying to eat most of the previous day's leftovers, the fourth was in a bathroom, showering and the fifth was in his room trying to concentrate on his school work.

But all harmony was shattered when the front door was thrown open, flying into the wall and shaking the entire house. The first person to look into the hallway leading to the front door were the one in the kitchen and the one lounging in the living room, both craning their heads to see what happened.

Their alarm bells went off when they saw their little brother come in. The shower went off, and another young man rushed toward the front wearing nothing but a towel, ready to fight. The fourth young man ran shortly behind him, drenched in sweat. Only the fifth one hasn't moved. He was still trying to finish his work.

All four watched as their little brother stomped upstairs, where they heard him slam his bedroom door. This also caused the fifth to finally walk downstairs to face his four brothers, confusion engraved on his sharp facial features.

“He didn’t close the door,” Roland, who was relaxing in the living room, was the first to speak.

All four others looked at the door and nodded that he was right. And that it was extraordinary as the youngest has been very strict with safety since a break in two years prior.

“He looked upset,” Markus, still chewing on his stolen food, told the others, concern written on his face.

Another silence fell over them as all five looked at each other. All nodded again, having seen it too.

“I saw tears in his eyes,” said Leon, the one in the towel, as he ran a hand through his medium-length, wet hair.

This was the first time not everyone nodded, as most hadn't seen them because they were focused on other things.

“He had his fists clenched, and there was a bit of blood on his collar,” said Chris, the fourth, still drenched in sweat.

Another time, no one said anything, growing more worried by the second as they all knew how gentle and kind their little brother had always been. No one could truly believe that he would do something that could harm another person.

When Jakob felt their expectant gaze, he could hardly meet their eyes.

"He didn't greet me," he said in a fearful tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

The other four looked at him in shock, wondering if that was the only thing he cared about. They knew he was a bit of an idiot, but this?

“And he brought mud into the house.”

Confused, all the other four looked at the ground but couldn't see anything, but when the fifth pointed to the stairs their little brother had stomped up, they saw the steps were covered in fresh mud.

“At least you have more on your head than expected,” Roland and Leon said simultaneously, already used to Jakob’s idiocy. But contrary to expectations, Jacob was not angry. The opposite was clearly visible on his face: he was thrilled.

“Do you guys mean it?” he asked with sparkling eyes. He believed his hopes that the hours of staring at his books had finally helped as he always felt inferior, especially to their youngest brother.

All four others looked at each other just before they shook their heads. They walked past him, patting him on the chest, shoulders, and back with deep empathy. Jacob couldn't understand why they did this, but he still believed they were proud of him for becoming smarter. He bathed in the love of his brothers.

He bathed in it for so long that his brothers were already upstairs and stood in front of their youngest brother's door, knocking on it relentlessly.

When Jacob realized this, he quickly jumped up the stairs, threw himself in front of the door, and looked at his brothers disapprovingly.

“That’s enough!" His voice boomed through the narrow hallways of their home. "He's already emotionally exhausted. Pressuring him to tell you what happened will only make things worse!”

All the other four looked at Jacob like he was growing a second head, confused as to why he was reacting so violently.

Just a moment later, as the emotions within all five of them grew more and more intense, the door they were all standing in front of suddenly opened. Two arms reached out from it and wrapped themselves around Jacob's trained body. Tears soaked his shirt as his little brother cried sorrowfully into him. Jakob turned around carefully without breaking contact with his little brother. All of the other four stared at him with increasing confusion.

“Come on, let’s get in and sit down, okay? You must be tired."

No one thought their little brother would say anything, but to their shock, he agreed in a weak voice. Immediately afterward, Jacob lifted him into the air and carried him to the bed. Almost as if he had done so hundreds of times.

They lingered in the hallway, unsure if they should follow, but ultimately decided to enter their youngest brother's bedroom. They were shocked by their fifth brother's sudden change; he had never been so considerate.

They all found themselves sitting around Jakob and their little brother sitting on his lap, crying his eyes out, sputtering words nobody except for Jakob could understand.

“Brett did this to you? I swear-" The younger man desperately tried to calm Jacob down. And it worked quickly. "Yeah, okay. I promise we won't do anything that could get us into big trouble." Suddenly, the younger brother slapped him on the arm. "Okay," Jakob said, laughing, "We're not doing anything!"

The four other brothers could do nothing but look at the pair in confusion. Jacob felt their eyes on him, so he finally turned to his other brothers. In an almost dismissive tone, he asked, “What?”

“What did Brett do?” all four asked simultaneously.

“Oh, he fought with Liam again. And our little one here tried to get some distance between the two, but Brett attacked him. He didn't fight back because he was his boyfriend. But Brett didn't apologize. And on the way home, he was attacked by some hunters. The blood is theirs.”

The four others looked at each other and were even more confused, but Markus asked anyway: "And you got this from incomprehensible words?"

“You didn't?” Jacob knew then he could do something the others didn’t, and he loved it. “We have a special bond since our little one helps me with everything, and I train him. We are together almost all day.”

Jealousy was clearly visible on everyone else's faces, and before Jacob knew it, they were all jumping on him and their little one. He could barely protect their little brother with his arms and hardly put any distance between him and their four other brothers.

“Are all quintuplets as annoying as you?” asked the youngest of the six siblings, annoyed, barely able to speak through his tears.

“We just love you!” the five said to him in unison.

They cuddle and tickle their youngest, and soon, laughter fills his once-depressing bedroom. Despite losing their parents a long time ago, their family has never fallen apart, and it's all because of their youngest, as the five knew they had to protect him and because he is the last Alpha of their family.

When evening came, and the youngest was sound asleep, the quintuplets, all dressed in camouflage clothing, stood at the front door. They were ready to hunt down their little one's ex-boyfriend for hurting him.

As Markus reached for the front door handle, a sharp voice cut through the air, causing him to freeze like his identical brothers.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked the youngest from the bottom of the stairs.

An eerie silence fell over the five's previously gloomy but happy mood. Everyone looked back and saw their little brothers' red Alpha eyes. Quickly, they looked at each other fearfully. They knew they couldn't get out of this without getting a good scolding from him. Markus opened the door wide and fled so fast he knew their little one couldn't get after him, and most of his identical brothers did the same, except for Jacob. He wasn't quick enough to run out, as he had been staring at their little brother for too long to catch him before he could reach the door. The youngest brother slammed the door and locked it, his eyes looking deep into his older brother's blue glowing Beta ones. Jacob swallowed loudly and fell to his knees, ready to tell his brother anything he wanted to hear.

[Masterlist]

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

🎄Merry Christmas🎄

Characters: Dad!Soldier Boy, Homelander, SoldierGirl!Reader, the Boys + Annie

Warnings: none really, slightly sad childhood?, absent parent, sweet older brother Homelander, Gunpowder being a creep?, ooc gunpowder?, time skip, MM begrudgingly tolerates Soldier Boy

Words: 2194

Summary: The sight of the white snow decorating the roof of your house only meant one thing for you: Christmas was upon you.

"Can Santa only fly with his reindeer? Or is he like us?" You ask your brother, turning your attention briefly away from decorating your small, Charlie Brown-like, Christmas tree. Soldier Boy thought it a waste to pay money for an actual Christmas tree. He simply instructed his children to go to the woods in their backyard and tear one down.

Homelander shook loose from that small tree a plethora of spiders before deeming it suitable to be inside.

Many of the ornaments you hung were crudely homemade and several years old. Some were made during your grade school years while others were a recent attempt to add more assorted trinkets. You'd even painstakingly made a popcorn garland to drape around it.

Homelander chuckles but gives your question some thought. "He's too fat to fly on his own. He needs nine strong reindeer to pull him through the sky. Otherwise all of the presents will be late."

His answer has you giggling at the thought of poor Santa trying to fly by himself. "Vogelbaum said that Santa's reindeer are the first supe-animals."

Snorting, Homelander sets down his scissors and wrapping paper. Gentle holiday music flows through the otherwise quiet house. If it weren't for the two of you, Christmas would never reach your house. Your dad didn't bother with any of that nonsense. Not when he was busy fighting the commies and what not.

All the decorations were thanks to you and your brother. And a little bit from Stan Edgar and Vogelbaum. A few of their gifts they gave to you and Homelander were tucked under the tree for Christmas morning. Homelander stopped you many times when he caught you poking around the presents, eager to find out what you got.

"What does that make the elves?" He asks you, heart warming when he watches your small facial features scrunch up in thought.

"Oh! What if it's part of Santa's powers? Like- maybe he makes them out of snow first and then brings them to life! That's why he has so many!"

Homelander's carefree laugh is cut off when the door slams open, making you jump and run to your brother.

"I'm telling you- I swear there's still some of that guy's brain chunks on my suit!" You hear Black Noir complain. "You really couldn't have given me a heads up before you shot that guy in the head?!"

"Quit your bitching, Noir." Soldier Boy grunts. He usually didn't invite the other members of Payback back to his house except for Crimson Countess.

"What a pussy." You heard Gunpowder snicker, making you move closer to Homelander. The hairs on the back of your neck always stood tall when Gunpowder was around. He was a little older than your brother but acted nothing like him. Gunpowder was crude and always staring at you.

"Watch your mouth. (y/n) is home." Countess rounds the corner to confirm her statement. She kindly smiles at you and your brother, though Homelander could care less. "Well, it certainly looks festive in here!"

Feeling a little better, you slowly peel yourself away from Homelander. "We did it all ourselves!"

Countess, like many others, adored you. "And it looks wonderful."

"Quit lying to them." Gunpowder waltzes in, scrutinizing the hard work you and your brother put into the living room. "It looks like kids made these cheap decorations."

That earned an aggressive slap to the back of his head by Soldier Boy. "Shut up." Your father examines the room before his eyes fall on the tree topper. His stern face threatens to break into a soft smile when he spots the teddy bear he'd gotten you so long ago at the very top. You'd made your bear little paper wings and draped toilet paper around his body to make it look like a celestial robe.

Noir notices the bear, you'd carried around that stuffie for YEARS. How could he not recognize your most beloved possession? "What's Mr. Bear doing up there?"

Ignoring the roll of Gunpowder's eyes, Homelander smiles at Noir. "He's the star of the show. We didn't have a Christmas angel or star. So (y/n) put him up there."

"I'd say he's a pretty good substitute." You proclaim proudly, hands at your hips as you take a look at your work; Countess and Noir laugh.

Finally, the old Soldier Boy seemed to return as he squared his shoulders in an authoritative kind of way. "C'mon. The documents are in the basement."

While the others file out, Gunpowder lingers behind. Beady dark eyes drilling into you, your keen ears subtly pick up the beating of his heart. Not liking the way it picked up speed when you glared at him. In warning, the backs of your eyes heat up to show off a flare of your heat vision that could easily melt his flesh off his bones.

That got him fleeing the room. You don't know why he looked at you that way. Either way, it had your skin crawling in unease.

Homelander's jaw tightened, standing by in case you needed his help. You'd insisted that you handle your own battles. You were just as strong as your older brother. He didn't need to baby you anymore.

Inhaling slowly, he calms himself enough to ask "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. That Gunpowder guy is a creep." Muttering under your breath, you busy yourself with repositioning an ornament. "Thank god he just seems to be dad's bitch and isn't much of a threat."

Your cursing still caught Homelander off guard. "You shouldn't use that language. Santa won't bring you any presents if he hears you cursing."

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you never believed in Santa to begin with. Not even when you were a small child. If Santa were real, he would have given you the real Christmas present you so desired.

He'd tried to make Christmas magical for you. If Soldier Boy wasn't going to give you whimsy, then your brother would try at the very least. You loved that he was willing to do such a thing for you that you played along. Always acting surprised on Christmas morning. Checking to see if Santa ate your cookies and drank the milk you left out for him. All of it was for Homelander's sake.

Years later, you find yourself staring at a similar, skinny tree. The ornaments are newer, thanks to Annie and Hughie pitching in to make the motel room look warm and festive. The cramped kitchenette bustled with life; Hughie, MM, and Butcher were in charge of dinner while Annie, Frenchie, and Kimiko clumsily decorated sugar cookies.

You and Soldier Boy were stuck with tree duty though your father was more occupied with lighting up another joint. He'd never been one for celebrating holidays. Some things never change.

This Christmas would go down as the oddest one yet. The first one since Soldier Boy was rescued from Russia.

Gently, you clear your throat to catch his attention. "Ben, can you hand me that ornament?"

Blue eyes flick up to you, still not used to you being a grown-ass woman and calling him by his first name. 'Dad' didn't suit him. He glances at where you are, pointing to the coffee table beside him. Soldier Boy lets out a grunt and hands you the entire tray of sparkling ornaments.

'Guess I'll continue to do this myself.' You internally grumble, not that you mind much. It was easier when Soldier Boy was out of the way.

"Whatever happened to the ornaments from the house?" He's holding a wooden one shaped like a bear.

"I don't know." Honestly replying, you turn your back to him and continue your work. "Probably trashed with whatever else Vought couldn't sell."

Behind you, he's quiet. You don't pay him any more attention until you're practically finished with the tree. You just needed to grab the tree topper, a crystal star.

Taking a break from the cloying aroma of sugar, Annie breaks away from the cookie station to siddle up next to you. "It looks great!"

"Thanks. This really takes me back. Jon and I loved decorating for Christmas."

"Hard to imagine Homelander as a child." MM mumbles from the kitchenette, his holiday-themed apron already stained.

He was sweeter when he was young. That was the Homelander you held onto tightly. The brother you loved and adored so much. The one member of your family who would die for you. "It was a long time ago, obviously." Now, Homelander was more prepared to kill you than die for you. Now that you have aligned yourself with the Boys.

"I liked the bear better."

That catches everyone's attention. Soldier Boy was only looking at you and the tree, though, like no one else in the motel room existed.

You share a momentary glance with Annie, unsure of how to address your dad's comment. You couldn't believe that your dad remembered Mr.Bear. The same Mr.Bear that you securely kept under your pillow. An old, ratty thing you couldn't bear to let go of. He was missing an eye and flattened to a pancake, the teddy bear your father bought you on a whim at the gas station.

Moreso, you were shocked that he remembered that cheap stuffie.

In a soft tone, you ask "You remember Mr.Bear?"

Soldier Boy scoffs. "Of course I remember Mr.Bear. He was the star of the show during our Christmas."

"Wow. That's actually really sweet that you remember that, Ben." Hughie smiles. Only thanks to your presence does Hughie escape Soldier Boy beating him to a pulp for pointing out his softness toward his daughter.

"Fuck you. I wasn't that shitty of a dad. I remember lots of stuff!" Indignately hissing, Soldier Boy jumps to his feet, causing everyone to momentarily freeze. He was still a literal ticking time bomb. The Russians really did a number on him. "I'll tell you what, I was a lot better of a dad than my old man was to me!"

"Alright, settle down. Hughie meant it as a compliment." You sigh, trying to back up Hughie. You weren't about to start a fight with your dad over something that happened decades ago. Grandpa was someone you'd never met, though Homelander said he had a foggy memory of meeting the old man when he was a toddler.

Passing him on your way to the cookie table, you grab one that was already frosted and shove it into Ben's hand. "Here. Eat something. You can't sustain yourself with alcohol and drugs."

"Oui and while you're at it, at least share your weed with me. I went through a lot of trouble to get you that much cannabis. Don't hog it." Frenchie points out.

Light laughter passes through, and the air of agitation dissipates. You stand next to Butcher and MM who'd been quietly watching in preparation to spring into action.

"Good job diffusing the bomb." MM whispers. Dark eyes follow Soldier Boy's every move. He would never really like him for what that monster did to his family. And if the opportunity came upon him to kill Soldier Boy, MM would definitely take it.

Hungry, you grab a dinner roll from the bowl MM placed them in. "That was nothing. He just gets fussy when he's hungry."

"Don't talk about me like I'm a fucking child!" Soldier Boy yells.

"Then stop acting like one!"

"I was an okay dad, wasn't I?"

Outside, watching the snow lazily drift down from the gray clouds, you lean against the bumper of the van. Soldier Boy perched himself on the bumper's ledge, smoking a blunt since MM complained about the smell.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Ah come on. I was an okay dad. I didn't molest either of you, didn't force you to watch me fuck prostitutes, didn't put my cigarettes out on your arms-"

"Jesus Christ, dad!"

"I'm just saying-" He sharply looks at you. "You called me dad."

"That's what you are. Just feels weird to say sometimes." You merely shrug but the cheesy smile on his face has you straightening up. "What?"

"Looks like the Santa Claus is real. I got my Christmas present." He's tickled pink. Seeing you still didn't understand, he pulls back his smile a margin. "I just wanted to hear you call me 'dad' again. You've been calling me 'Ben' since I came back."

You're waiting for a punchline of some kind. For him to laugh at you and say 'just kidding, pussy'. Soldier Boy wasn't sentimental. That time didn't arrive.

Lowering down, you find yourself sitting right next to him. "Didn't know it meant that much to you."

"You forget that the last time I saw you, you were a little girl."

"I wasn't a little girl. I was seventeen."

"That's still a little girl to me." He huffs. After a quiet moment, Ben continues "I did leave you two home alone a lot. . . Maybe I could be a little too rough when it came to training but that was because I wanted you two to become strong! So you wouldn't need anyone to protect you."

That was the closest he's ever come to taking blame for your shitty childhood. "Well. . . if it's any consolation, it worked. Homelander doesn't need anyone to protect him and neither do I."

He quietly hums, sitting in the silence with snow dusting the top of his head.

"Merry Christmas, dad."

You wouldn't point out how his voice sounded choked up. You'd let him have this one.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

[aleielle-of-roshar]

WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you for the tag @lobo-inu !!!

Tagging @neptuniadoesstuff @noomycatz @bookworm-driven-insane @snailtowne aaaand @benjaminfranklemons :D /nf (plus anyone else who wants to join in!!!)

Unfortunately no art this time, buuuut I’m halfway done of the Sablewing info sheet thing >:D (a few things were skipped atm lol)

(Oops tumblr kinda ruins the formatting lol, + not as well written ss the Albedowings cuz I’ve been dealing with crazy migraines. Do be warned I do not proof read at all :’D)

Sablewings

Alternate Names: The Farmers (both by Albedowings and Squallwings), and our Kin (by Tanglewings)

Scavenger Name: Friend Dragons

Symbolism: ‘sable’ represents the rich volcanic soil, and coastal sands, of their land rather than the Sablewings themselves… As they pride themselves greatly in their ability to work so well with it

Name in Native Dialect: Gr’ehnd He ‘those who seed’

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Continent of Origin

Original Homeland: Though technically originally from the far northeastern Phytoan island- it was so long ago that they were only proto-sablewings at this point.

Migration History: Apart from that one very early migration from the island to the south eastern Phasdean fields, they’ve remained in their safe, fertile lands.

Current Range: Southern Phasdean Fields and Hills, and an area of non cliffed coastline in the fields portion.

Territorial Claims: Southern Phasdean Fields and Hills, and an area of non cliffed coastline in the fields portion. Lost the cliffed coastlines in the hills to the Squallwings long long ago. 

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Physical Characteristics

General Appearance

General Description: It is quite obvious that Sablewings evolved perfectly to first their role in their ecological niche as herbivorous megafauna, and then to the farming that they're so proud of. They are stout, powerfully built dragons with broad shoulders and muscular frames, yet they carry themselves with a sort of calm, gentle presence that has earned them the general consensus amongst other tribes that they are the kindest, and most trustworthy, folk in Phadea.

Average Size and Proportions: 90ft from snout to tail, 28ft from claw to shoulder, 180ft wingspan, 19ft wide, and a weight of 310,567lbs.

Colouration and Patterns: Predominantly earthen tones- ie deep charcoals, rich browns, muted olives, ashy grays, etc- though the occasional individual will have a strong red undertone. Those who are patterned are usually mottled or speckled, but splotches and eyespots aren’t unheard of- these are always darker versions of their base colours, or black.

Rare Markings: Very, very rarely Sablewings are born with vein-like markings on their legs and/or sides, in shiny metallic tones, as if metal is growing out of their scales.

Scale Texture: Rough, slightly uneven, and matte- with the exception of their belly and neck scales, which are thicker and smooth to better protect from the wear of ground level hazards on them while they work.

Bioluminescence: None, but though there is no proof it ever happened- and if it was real they long lost that trait- but Sablewing folklore (albeit some most don’t believe in) claims that a specific town of Sablewings in the mountains who ‘were blessed by a piece of the heavens’ had splatterings of scales that always glistened and glowed faintly under the moonlight.

Head and Facial Features

Horn Style: Thick, gently curved horns that stop by their cheeks- almost like a ram’s. Unlike most dragon horns, they are blunt rather than sharp, and sometimes features slight ridging and dipping like some ungulates’. However this is usually a mark of age, as it tends to form and grow more extreme the older one gets.

Facial Shape: Sablewings’ heads are on the broader side- but round instead of square (like say, mudwings)- with shorter, flatter snouts, leading most to have a resting smile.

Eyes: Two average sized eyes with, oddly enough, horizontally slit pupils, generally in ambers, yellows, or greens. This is technically a leftover from when they were still from Phytoa, and had to look out for predators while they grazed.

Other: Most Sablewings have small bony ridges above their eyes that offer some amount of protection from dust (like some sort of primitive eyelashes), alongside this, Sablewings have large, wide kind of horse-like nostrils.

Wing Characteristics

Wing Shape: Their wings are rounded and broad with thick and durable membranes, not really able to sustain much more than short bursts of flight.

Unique Features: The leading edges of their wings are covered in thick, slightly ridged, scales- so much more powerful than their other scales that it allows them to use them as makeshift shields (sacrificing longer flight for such an adaptation).

Appendages and Tail

Tail Features: Sablewings’ tail is thick and muscular, with a large, flat and bladed end made of a keratinous material similar to a hoof. However, it is dull unless sharpened, but when sharp it is used to cut crops, trees, or ingredients for their meals.

Leg Structure: Their legs are short and stocky, with particularly muscular hind legs and flatter than average talons.

Claws: Long and thick with a slight curve- perfect for digging trenches or pulling up tubers! Typically darker and shinier than the rest of their scales.

Dimorphism and Variation

Sexual Dimorphism: What once may have- long before the Sablewings became sapient- been meant to attract mates, has since become perfect for aiding in their agriculture, due to seasonal changes in both sexes during the spring (which reverts back to normal in the very early summer / returns to looking similar). Which is why families are able to have such huge fields with little or no hired talonss.

((Male))

Scales grow more vibrant and colourful- rich oranges, reds, yellows, blues, and purple patches and patterns forming- but become softer and more flexible, allowing them to grow faster, but slightly more susceptible to damage if they were attacked (which is undoubtedly why wars with the Squallwings typically occurred in the spring)

Their tail blades curve dramatically, into an almost sickle-like shape.

Horns grow reflective patches.

((Female))

Grows significantly larger and more muscular.

Scales grow duller and patterns grow darker (more contrast).

Their tail blade grows longer and thicker, with the edges becoming slightly serrated.

Neck and shoulder scales grow thicker.

Age Stages: Egg > Hatchling > Dragonet > Adult.

((Egg))

Eggs are oval, with rough gray shells with white speckles, and are significantly harder than most dragon eggs and in fact are sometimes mistaken for small boulders by non-dragons (including mosses that love to cling to their surfaces, aiding in a way with camouflage). Instead of being put in the usual nests, they are buried in warm soil near geothermal hotspots like hot springs, geysers, and mudpots, which incubates them- however they’ve grown so reliant on the ground’s heat with their eggs that they genuinely can’t raise eggs in many environments.

((Hatchling))

Hatchlings emerge with a thick, charcoal gray fuzz covering their soft and flexible scales, which helps them stay warm.

They’re born without wings, instead having non functional wing stubs, alongside this their horns underdeveloped- with not even a nub on their heads.

Their claws are disproportionately large, and hatchlings possess a strong instinctive desire to dig- and they can often be found hiding in the dirt with only their snouts sticking straight out of the soil.

((Dragonet))

As scales harden, they shed their fuzz in early dragonethood- this can often be very very itchy and uncomfortable.

Horn nubs slowly begin to form, and so does their tail blade- however the ‘blade’ are more flexible and rubbery, and used more for balance.

Due to how much they’re growing, during mid dragonethood they hibernate through the winter, and by the end of this period their wings will have mostly developed, allowing flight, albeit clumsily.

((Adult))

Their horns, wings, and tail blades become fully developed, and their claws and wing membranes darken.

Due to their size, and now no longer flexible scales, they cannot really tunnel like they somewhat could as dragonet, instead switching more towards trenches when they feel worried- and using their strong wings as a sort of ‘cover’ to protect themselves.

Sablewings start experiencing strong changes in the spring.

Claw sheaths thicken enough that they can somehow tuck in their claws most of the way when not using them, which makes tool use much less awkward.

Subspecies:

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Adaptations

Environmental Survival: Sablewings were always lucky, living in such a safe, rich environment has lead them to not really need to develop many particular mechanisms to survive in their land, but over time they have grown (evolutionarily) incredibly reliant on geothermal heat, as otherwise they would be completely unable to hatch their eggs. But, due to being in such a mineral rich, yet sodium poor environment, they’ve evolved special sodium retaining glands in their kidneys that will absorb practically all consumed sodium to help prevent deficiency. Their scales have also, interestingly enough, grown much more red in colour over the ages since their migration, now matching their local soil.

Defense Mechanisms: Despites being relatively peaceful, if needed their tail blades, and huge claws are their primary defense- slicing and stabbing through unarmoured scales as well as most swords- but of course, before attacking they’ll always thump their tails loudly against the ground in warning and spread their wings wide to appear even bigger, in hopes to scare away their opponent first and avoid a fight all together, Though if they can, they’re much more likely to dig a trench, and use their wings to sort of… Cap it shut. This can also be used to stay cool during breaks on hotter days.

Hunting / Foraging: Though once long ago they were grazers, nowadays practically all Sablewing families have their own farm which gives them more than enough food to live comfortably, but they have a preference for root vegetables and grains- and in fact candied roots are very popular amongst the Sablewings. When snacking on fresh fruit or seeds, they’ll crack them open with their tails or cut them into slices. During periods of mineral deficiency, especially when trade is low, individuals will often go to the coasts to seek out coastal salt deposits, or occasionally resort to carrion consumption.

Temperature Regulation: Luckily, during the cooler months, their matte scales are incredibly good at capturing heat- and hatchling fuzz is great insulation. During warmer months, oddly enough they have vents on their flanks that almost resemble gills- which open up and release excess body heat, but seal tight in the winter. Adults also use their wings as shade and fans, especially when chilling in cool trenches.

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Abilities

Standard Powers

Standard: Instead of traditional firebreathing, Sablewings have the ability to release short range, concussive blasts of superheated gasses- which are basically controlled mini explosions. They have specialized organs besides each lung, that produce flammable gasses via a sort of… Fermentation process, and when mixed with a certain enzyme produced in glands in their mouths, and oxygen, it creates a brief but powerful explosion. They can control how much gas they expel, from a small puff that can knock objects over, to an incredible blast that can shatter rocks or topple trees. However, overuse leads to lightheadedness, and gas depletion that requires hours to replenish. Poor control in untrained, usually young, dragons can lead to accidental backfiring- and self injury. This is an entirely close ranged ability, and is nicknamed ‘burstfire’ by the other Phasdean Tribes.

Royal: No difference.

Cultural Uses: Sablewings have found many uses for their burstfire, primarily helping in construction and mining, as well as helping loosen particularly difficult patches of soil. And unsurprisingly, small puffs are exactly what’s needed in some of their traditional instruments.

Rare Powers

Examples: Sablewings in fact have three different rare powers, each more uncommon and dangerous than the last.

((Ashblooded Sablewings- 1 in 500)) Blasts contain ash and debris- heated to such an extreme that it can cause small fires and burns wherever in hits. Though incredibly dangerous, individuals with this power are often employed in controlled burn operations to help clear out dead brush. Ashblooded Sablewings often have urges to consume clay and salt much much than the average individual, sometimes to an overwhelming extent.

((Earthcaller Sablewings- 1 in 1000)) Instead of being able to exhale blasts of burstfire, their combustion is able to be forced inward through their limbs, creating small scale tremors in the ground around them, but of course can only be used when they’re on the ground. It has an incredibly high energy cost, and overuse can cause muscle damage, joint strain, or even to an extreme extent- paralysis.

((Blazeborn Sablewings- 1 in 10,000)) Retain internal heat way beyond normal- to the point that the passive heat around them can melt ice, dry crops, or basically work as a personal furnace, and can accidentally burn those who touch them (not to the extent of killing- but can still hurt or even scar if the touch lingers too long). Their burstfire is stronger, and the gasses needed replenishes much faster. However their metabolism is incredibly hyperactive, and alongside that they have an extreme risk of overheating, and need to often take dips in rivers or coastal waters to avoid organ damage and eventual death.

Inheritance: Each rare power is a recessive trait, and though a couple where both have one have a higher chance to have a dragonet with one of these abilities, it seems to simply occur rather unexpectedly.

Cultural Perception: ((Ashblooded)) Seen as a dangerous burden, but not hated or feared, and young Sablewings with this power are often closely supervised to avoid horribly hurting themselves. ((Earthcaller)) Greatly respected, and often grow quite rich in the hills where they are employed to loosen the hard, tough soil. ((Blazeborn)) Greatly pitied by most, and viewed as a curse by some, but honestly mostly just seen as a disability amongst Sablewings. Unfortunately it hasn’t been unheard of, or at least there’s two known historical occasions (it's unknown if its still happening), for such individuals to be kidnapped by Squallwings and forced to become destructive weapons.

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Dietary Habits

Primary Diet: Obligate herbivores, focusing primarily on nutrient dense roots and grains, alongside salty coastal plants, and the occasional fruit orchard. Their diet changes slightly during different seasons- in spring and summer its incredibly high carb to give them lots of energy while they work, during the autumn they eat loads of fatty nuts to prepare for less food in the winter months, and during winter they rely solely on preserved and pickled foods.

Hunting Techniques: Meat is an absolute last resort and consuming it is culturally perceived as a sign of hardship, and when they absolutely require the salt scavenging carrion is prefered to hunting… but when they need to, they can only really hope they can ambush something, and rely on brute strength to bring something down.

Preferred Prey / Resources: High carb roots and grains, salty vegetables, and oddly enough, they will occasionally consume mineral rich clay.

Digestive Quirks: Sablewings have an incredibly efficient stomach, and can even break down the toughest and most fiber dense vegetation, though they tend to generate significant body heat when digesting, leading them to often retreat to cooler locations when they eat full meals- but their metabolism slows significantly in the winter, and speeds up significantly in the spring. They can even eat quite a bit of fermented food without any bloating.

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Habitat

Biome: Temperate mineral rich plains and (not very rocky) hills, with low coastal cliff-less beaches.

Shelter Preferences: Sablewings’ houses are built with local materials- partially into the sides of hills (natural or made by them)- like packed earth, clay, timber, and woven reeds, and almost always have a small section built underground for storing personal foodstsuff and keeping it cool. They have wide, sloping entrances to accommodate their size. Roofs are typically flat or gently curved, and layered with packed soil, and living mosses and/or grasses so that their houses blend into the environment. Families will often plant medicinal or edible herbs up there as well. Villages are typically built in loose spirals around a shared communal space, which often features a large hearth for shared meals. Storage buildings, which are always closest to the center of the village, run deep, so that they can keep many produce cool year round. Many villages also have communal bath houses at local hot springs, which are great both for hygiene, but also social gathering places. Coastal villages often have small, sturdy harbours made of wood and stone- not for fishing or storing boats, but instead as a centralized trading hub full of stalls, warehouses, and hubs for salt drying produce. Older villages also contain great lengths of trenches, and ‘trench shelters’- deep narrow tunnels reinforced with wood, stone, packed earth, and even metal, with even whole rooms. Originally meant to be a place to hunker down during twar, it’s now used as a shelter during particularly bad storms. Larger communal halls have incredibly thick reinforced walls, and wing-flaps to allow them to quickly be sealed during storms and attacks.

Climate Tolerance: Sablewings are well adapted to their temperate homes, though they’d struggle in cold or hot locales. And have long learned how to deal architecturally with the frequent weather systems from the east- heavy rains are absorbed by their moss laden roofs, and erosion from which is mitigated from purposefully planted deep rooted plants, winds are negligible due to rounded structures built semi underground, and during the rare snowstorms the whole village will huddle together in communal halls.

Interaction w/ Environment: As their entire culture is tied so deeply to the soil, unsurprisingly they seem themselves as guardians of the land and try very hard to keep their earth healthy- be it by rotating crops, using trenches to help with irrigation, constructing great dams, burning dead brush, planting saplings right after cutting down trees, or simply growing great fields of flowers that pollinators love. And the most surprising? They outlaw the hunting of Scavengers in their lands by other tribes, as they see them as necessary to avoid too much rot.

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Behaviour and Society

Social Structure

Governance: Gerontocratic Confederation

Roles: Unlike many tribes, Sablewings have never had castes. The most common jobs amongst the Sablewings are: growers, harvesters, toolwrights, quarry workers, dragonet caretakers, builders, musicians, and salt gatherers. Some also common roles, that are specific to their tribe are: ‘heartspeakers’ (mediators, storytellers, and historians), and ‘springkindlers’ (their whole job is about keeping the land healthy- be it from giving trees medicine, working with Ashblooded Sablewings to burn dead brush, or cleaning waterways.

Conflict Resolution: Due to how chill Sablewings are on average, their laws don’t include many crazy punishments. Local disputes are resolved village gatherings, often lead by heartspeakers making sure both sides are heard, if a resolution isn’t reached the local Elder is called to step in and give a solution (more restitution rather than retribution). In major offenses, like theft or assault, culprits are expected to either do community service, or work for the victim for a certain length of time- if they refuse they are temporarily exiled to work in the mines in the mountains until they're considered reformed. In the extremely rare cases of horribly violent crimes, culprits are permanently exiled from Sablewing lands- but of course nor executed, as such a thing is considered barbaric.

Customs and Daily Life

Rituals: Unsurprisingly, many a custom is centered around the harvest, and includes feasting and music- but all but one that is common amongst all Sablewings is related to a holiday. The sole ritual unrelated to said holidays is simply that musicians are often hired by families to sing to unhatched eggs, as it's believed it helps the dragons within grow.

Mating and Family: Sablewing families are very, very different from other dragons’- as they place communal bonds just as high up in importance as blood bonds. Alongside this, marriage bonds are common, but it isn’t actually culturally considered wrong to part ways, and amicable separations are completely accepted. Dragonets are cared for semi-communally- and though they live with, and spend the morning in the fields with their parents, they are sent to caretakers during the afternoons to learn from both them and the elders. 

Daily Routines: Sablewings have a fairly predictable, stable routine- early risers will gather up crops or coastal plants for breakfast, or mend tools, or early rising hatchlings will play and practice digging. When all awaken there is a huge communal breakfast at the central hearth, before heading out to the fields. Around midday, work pauses for a bit at peak heat as Sablewings retreat to cool trenches or springs for rest and storytelling. The afternoon is usually used for personal repairs, preserving crops, and harvesting any last crops- this is also usually when dragonets will do a few light choirs. In the evening families gather for dinner at home, and often many a song can be heard in the village while they dine- and finally, after all have eaten, usually there’ll either be a story told by the hearth, or a council meeting. Then finally, sleep.

Interpersonal Relationships

Friendship and Kinship: The Sablewings deeply value connection, and bonds between friend run deeper than the deepest roots. One of the most common shows of friendship are acts of service, of the gifting of homecooked meals or tiny handmade trinkets- alongside this friends adore going to storytelling sessions, or listening to musicians together. Funnily enough, Sablewings consider ‘family’ much more than blood, and will often call other members of the same village ‘brother, aunt, grandparent’ etc.

Attitude Towards Outsiders: Outsiders are always, initially, treated with a cautious hospitality- though polite at first, most of a village will give the newcomer space until their intentions are clear- but as soon as it’s obvious they mean no harm? They’re treated like siblings! However, travellers in need are never turned away, as it's considered a moral duty, and in fact many families will simultaneously jump to the opportunity to offer food, shelter, and supplies. Though they are generally open minded, they tend to initially show some discomfort and unease at the arrival of a Squallwing traveller, but if they prove to not be planning to harm the village, this will slowly change to a strong curiosity.

War Strategy: Though naturally peaceful, Sablewings do not fight recklessly. First they start with avoidance, trying to make diplomacy work when first attacked… But if it becomes evident that it won’t work, then ambushes and traps are their go to- and the not at all uncommon tunnel networks connecting villages in the more populated south-west are often used for evacuation or sudden flanking. But if nothing works they’ll simply dig in and try to outlast with their great food stores.

Allies: Due to many a generation of trade, they are allied with the Albedowings… But there are currently talks amongst the Elders to finally break it off for obvious reasons. They’ve recently become allies with the Tanglewings, and both trade grown produce with the other- though typically dried or pickled.

Enemies: More isolated, or north eastern villages have a healthy fear of their Squallwing neighbours, from years upon years of ransacking and kidnappings, and the Sablewings are officially ‘enemies’ of the Squallwings for good reason.

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[bluelolblue]

we need to know more about silas !!!! (and maybe his giovanni bf)

Okay MORE ABOUT SILAS YAY THANK YOU :3

Clan: Ventrue

Age: 27

Appearance: His hair is like a mix of dirty blond, or it's just brown, it's a bit messy and fluffy. I'm thinking either hazel or light green eyes (i have to decide already). Sharp features, yet looks so gentle and beautiful. Loves suits as I mentioned before. He just feels so powerful in them, and he always wanted to dress up like that. I can also imagine him wearing some rings and a watch. Hmmm... maybe 178/180 cm (5'10.08" or 5'10.87" ft). Spicy little guy. Not very little but still, compared to his giovanni boyfriend that I'll talk about >:]

Personality: Silver tongue his best weapon, flirty if given chance to do it, he can also be spicy (coughs power bottom coughs). He gets hungry for control, to be in control, he needs power lmao, wants to be respected. He wants love and true validation, but a part of him believes he doesn't deserve it. Like under all that bitchy and smug behavior, he really just... would like to have someone close even if sounds scary to him. He's still sad, too... still feels that depression and fear of abandonment and trust issues... he needs someone to guide him.

(Pic for aesthetic and more yapping under the cut hehe)

So, as a mortal, Silas craved validation and control in his own way. Like, he was this young guy just trying to fit in the society, trying to hide his pain, so he was suffering in silence. Even if someone tried to get close to him, his happiness would be overpowered by his fear of abandonment, and he'd distance himself.

Deep down, he really just wanted to be loved and appreciated and to have someone who could understand him. Like, truly understand him because he was convinced no one could understand what was going on with him. He thought he'd never feel better.

Yeah, he was good with words, I imagine he wanted to work as a crisis response worker (yk like help people, control the stressful situations after, for example, natural disasters, etc), but... my guy didn't know how to help himself, let alone to help someone else. So, he never got his dream job... he'd just watch them T_T

Okay, now to when he got turned into a ventrue!

I haven't really thought about his Sire much, ig they're still wip BUT my idea was that they saw how Silas had potential, and then gave him another better life. OR it was a traumatic experience that he doesn't really want to talk about. WIP, I haven't really decided yet.

As a ventrue, ofc he had to get used to everything, he literally became someone he thought was impossible and only "a dream thing." However, this was his chance to finally be seen, finally be Silas he wanted to be. So, he grew his confidence, became very good with words, how to turn things into his favor, manipulate with others, literally "play" with people. Then again, under all that arrogant part, he is still lonely and scared of getting hurt by someone he'd trust. That's why he struggles to open up to anyone.

But then, there is this Giovanni asshole whose name is (and I hope it stays that) Alessio! He is still very much wip and I think he'd also need a separate post BUT lemme say things about him so far.

Clan: Giovanni

Age: 30

Appearance: I imagine a dark, black fluffy hair on him, heavy lidded eyes, sharp features, maybe a little bit of facial hair, like very faint growing beard but he really just shaves it off. Brown or blue eyes, again, gotta decide. Ofc, fancy suits, more darker aesthetic! I think he could be 188 cm (6'2 ft).

Personality: Similar to Silas, except he doesn't talk that much. Like yeah, he can manipulate, be an asshole, arrogant, BUT he is more the quiet smug guy who strikes when he sees the right chance. He's calm, and he has more control over his emotions than Silas, which is like... perfect for Silas. Here is where I start to think they really are perfect for each other even if they find it hard to see. Alessio's calmer nature has a good effect on Silas.

So, he was kinda like a rival with Silas. They were always like either trying to work together or just being a bit toxic. But damn, Silas is too adorable to him, and Alessio is the only one who can shut him up lmao. They had affairs, like "nothing serious" just playing around, then one pushes the other one away, and they start all over again, and it's like that in circles. I'm not sure who fell in love first, they're both very messy and have feelings that they find hard to process, but they'll slowly grow onto each other and start being each other's support.

And I was thinking of giving them last names, but I was already struggling with their names, so this will take a while too, LMAO 😭

[yvetteheiser]

Yvette Heiser’s-Illuminating Self-Expression: Guide to Captivating Self-Portraits.

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1. Play with Lighting

Lighting is the cornerstone of any photograph, and self-portraits are no exception. Yvette encourages photographers to experiment with different lighting setups. Consider the following Yvette Heiser – Creative Ideas for Perfect Self-Portraits

Golden Hour Magic: Shoot during the golden hour—the hour after sunrise or before sunset—when the soft, warm light bathes everything in a flattering glow. The gentle hues enhance skin tones and create a dreamy atmosphere.

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Reflective Surfaces: Mirrors, water, or metallic objects can introduce interesting reflections. Use them strategically to create visual interest.

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Break free from traditional portrait compositions. Yvette’s self-portraits often feature unconventional angles:

From Below: Shooting from a low angle can make you appear powerful and dominant. It adds a unique twist to your self-portraits.

Overhead Shots: Capture yourself from above for a bird’s-eye view. This perspective can be both intriguing and intimate.

3. Props and Accessories

Props and accessories inject personality and narrative into your self-portraits:

Hats and Scarves: A stylish hat or a flowing scarf can add flair and mystery.

Vintage Cameras: If you’re a photography enthusiast, include your favourite camera as a prop. It tells a story about your passion.

Flowers or Books: Simple objects can symbolize emotions or experiences. Use them thoughtfully.

4. Double Exposure Magic

Double exposure involves overlaying two or more images to create a composite. Yvette’s self-portraits often merge her face with natural landscapes, cityscapes, or abstract textures. The result is ethereal and thought-provoking.

5. Self-Reflection and Emotion

Self-portraits are an opportunity for introspection. Express your emotions, thoughts, and experiences through your gaze, facial expressions, and body language. Yvette’s self-portraits reveal vulnerability, strength, and resilience.

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Self-portraiture need not be a solitary endeavour. Collaborate with fellow artists, photographers, or friends. Their perspectives can inspire fresh ideas and push your creativity. Yvette Heiser Texas – Why Hire a Professional Photographer at Your Wedding

7.Incorporate Props and Accessories

 Props and accessories can enhance your self-portraits by adding narrative depth and personality. Whether it’s a favourite hat, vintage camera, or a bouquet, these elements help tell a story and reflect your individual style.

8.Experiment with Double Exposure

 Double-exposure photography involves overlaying two or more images to create a single composite image with multiple exposures. Use this technique to blur the lines between reality and imagination, combining portraits with natural landscapes, architectural elements, or abstract textures.

9.Employ Self-Reflection:

 Self-portraiture isn’t just about capturing physical appearance—it’s an opportunity for introspection. Express your emotions, thoughts, and experiences visually through your photography. Experiment with different facial expressions, poses, and gestures to convey a wide range of feelings.

Remember, self-portraits are more than mere snapshots—they are windows into your soul. Yvette Heiser’s guide encourages you to embrace vulnerability, experiment fearlessly, and illuminate your unique self-expression through captivating self-portraits.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 18

Let's get a little ... Forgetful.

Character: Trafalgar Law Reader: cis!fem reader Warnings: Uh... look, okay, this starts with a fever dream and moves into a reader that doesn't remember anything. It's also a 3rd Corazon AU. It's weird and I'm not sure what to tag, aside from some body worship it's really hard to categorize what the fuck happens.

Summary: You literally risk death to get away from Donquixote Doflamingo, which would be less terrifying if you could remember anything. -:- 2737 words

Heart Shaped

DEAD DOVE -- YOU BETTER READ THE WARNINGS. (I don't want any bitching. Welcome to my "Akira" One-shot because I still don't know what was going on in that movie, and idk what's going on in this, but I liked both.)

The stern man loomed over you, his face unreadable. He doesn’t say anything, ripping your clothes from you – maybe even your limbs, you’re not sure. Except they’re still there. You’re whole under him, broken only in the fact that you can’t seem to protest.

You’re not sure if you want to. Aside from the rough and ill consideration of your clothes, he’s almost gentle. Gloved hands move over your skin. His hands are huge, and so is he, easily towering over you. You can see yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses, the jagged and well-manicured zig and zag of his facial hair is etched on his face as firmly as his fingers are against your body.

You want to reach out to him, but you’re not sure why. Salvation seems an impossible hope, as soft lips kiss your body. The kisses are cool against your skin, not cold, but cooler than you are. Maybe you’re sick? Skin fevered as you fight an infection or mend some injury you can’t see or feel right now.

The gloved hands continue to caress your skin, warmer than the kisses that travel along your clavicle. Harsher than the kisses. Not enough to leave bruises, but enough that there’s no chance you can squirm away.

His thumbs follow the lines of your thighs, following the crease along the inside of your thighs, tickling the dark curly hair nestled there. A small shiver escapes your lips, the first sign that you could make noise, and a soft tremble rolls through your bones.

“There we go, that’s a good sign.” He says in a voice deep and disinterested.

It can’t be a good sign, you try to say, but your lips don’t work with you.

“Don’t try to force it.” He admonishes, a spark of emotion in the otherwise flat voice.

The figure before you shimmers a little, as your mind cannot recall a time Vergo’s voice held emotion. Maybe you were thinking of the wrong heart?

A taller man fusses over you now, taking Vergo’s place. His blond hair is hidden under a red cap, and the unusual makeup on his face hides kind and strong features. Not quite a clown, but allusions to being one. Brown eyes look at you as he smiles, his hands wandering over your naked body just like Vergo’s were.

“I’m going to take good care of you.” He promises, trying to reassure you. “Don’t panic, just relax, I’m a friend.”

You can’t be a friend, you try to say again, but again the words don’t come into being.

“Shh, shh, don’t keep trying to talk.” He urges, as cool lips press against yours. Softly, gently, almost as though he’s afraid to kiss you. A soft breath escapes you and he smiles, rough and scarred hands dancing along your curves easily.

His fingers slip carefully against your nipples and your body twitches just a little as goosebumps skitter across your chest. Another gentle run of his fingers and your nipples stiffen, allowing large fingers to tease and gently squeeze the hardening flesh.

You could feel a tingle between your thighs from the attention, and feel blood rush through you. It made you feel hotter, almost making you dizzy. You wanted him to stop, but you wanted the pleasurable feeling to be stronger. You tried to move your hands, but there was resistance. You could move them, but they weren’t going anywhere.

“Don’t struggle, just let me help.” He says softly, leaning down and steadying one of your breasts licking it with a tongue far warmer than his lips. The tingle was the first real thing you could comprehend feeling, the pleasure sending jolts through your chest.

Your body squirmed because of it, and you realized on some level that you were bound. Wrists and ankles at the least, but you weren’t anywhere that you knew. The room was just a color, a strange, shifting shade of red, green, pink and black. Some sort of liminal space.

Maybe you couldn’t speak or move because you were “-dreaming?”

“I told you not to talk.” He says more sternly this time, switching to your other breast. “Conserve your strength for this, and you’re not dreaming, not really.”

If you weren’t dreaming, then what was happening? You didn’t try to ask the question out loud, but the concern raced through your mind despite it.

“You have a fever.” He says, flatly, the fleeting happy tone disappearing from his voice.

He shifts again, your addled mind releasing the form and visage of Rosinante and seeing Vergo in his place for a moment, suckling your tit. He teased the other with his fingers as the heat in your body began to pool between your thighs. The harsh countenance of the man kept you from trying to ask any questions, but the vision of Vergo didn’t stay long this time.

Things shifted, the formless color-filled room giving way to something far different.

A bright light over you, almost blinding you to the world around you. A hard surface beneath you. Cold, but not uncomfortably cold. Soft, but snug, padded leather restraints kept your wrists by your hips, and your ankles were off the side of the table, held, you assumed by the sensation, by similar restraints.

There was warmth against your stomach, and you looked down to see a man with dark hair attending to your chest the way you’d been hallucinating. Tattooed fingers danced over your skin, sending delicious pleasure through you. More than pleasure it was making your blood rush.

“Ah…” You gasp, feeling heat in your face. He looks up at you, golden eyes bright despite being shaded by his messy hair and the harsh light.

“Do you see me now?” He questions. His voice has hints of emotion in it, but it’s mostly flat.

You nod, and he gives you a deviously sweet smile, teasing your nipples with his fingers and watching you squirm a little.

“What do you remember?”

You shake your head. Nothing is coming to mind.

The devious grin falters, and his fingers stop working. His hands continue to wander over your body but it seems more clinical now, less pleasurable, and simply warm.

“You wanted to leave the Family.” He says, a smile coming back to his lips. “It was risky for you to ask me for help, but luck or your own intuition worked well for you. The deal,” he sighs a bit, rolling his eyes. “Was that I would get full access to your body for the time it took to get you clear of Dressrosa.”

“… Why?”

“Why did I want full access? Or why were you willing to give it?” He tilts his head and shrugs, answering before you can clarify. “I suppose I wanted to be able to commit all of you to memory.”

The even look on his face falters slightly, but it could just be a trick of the bright light overhead. Something makes your heart twist.

“As for why you agreed,” he continues, standing up and pulling a blanket from somewhere you couldn’t see. “I suppose because you wanted to get away from the Young Master that badly.” He says, laying it over you.

The title rattled something in your memories and you tug at the restraints. He looks down at them and shakes his head. “Sorry, I can’t release those yet.

“The Tang has some tricky maneuvering to do, and you were, technically, dead for a couple minutes. Probably the biggest cause of the memory loss, but hopefully it will clear up quickly. What I do isn’t magic though, and I had to stitch a lot of you back together. Some of it was superficial, controlled by my fruit, but the rest needed to look real.”

He shifts a little, sitting down beside you. “I’ve never brought someone back from something like that, and when you successfully came back around it was two days of hit or miss. I couldn’t get your fever to break until we dropped you in a full on ice bath.”

“Once you stabilized, I decided to warm you up and start on my payment.” He runs a hand over your forehead, the look in his eyes making your chest tight. “But, if you don’t remember, I don’t want your last, or maybe only, memory of me to be something like that.”

“… What’s… what’s your name?” You ask. Your stomach knots. You know you should know it, he’s said as much, but you want to know it.

“… I have a few. The Young Master calls me Cora-chan. Most of the Family calls me Corazon.” He brushes his fingers through your hair, it’s warm and relaxing. Nothing in the action makes you uncomfortable. “My actual name is Trafalgar Law.”

“Trafalgar… D Water Law…. Right?” You question and see a genuine smile cross his face.

“You remember something.”

You nod slightly, shutting your eyes and grimacing a little. “Not enough.”

“It’ll come back.”

“Before or after I know?”

His brows furrow. “After you know what?”

“Why I asked you.” You clarify, and Law just looks at you for a moment before you continue. “Was it because I trusted you would do so much for so little? Did I think that if you denied me that dying at your hands would’ve been best? Did I think that even if you rejected my request you could still protect me somehow?

“What was I to him?” You question, breaking away from your initial train of thought.

“To… Doflamingo?”

“… Yes, I think so.”

“A gift. A toy. I don’t know what he did or didn’t do to you.” Law admits. “But he dressed you in riches, and paraded around Dressrosa with you. You weren’t from the island, and I never heard a surname for you. Just (Y/N), on the rare occasions he called you by name.”

Law looks uncomfortable. “Otherwise it was always –.”

“Little heart.” You said at the same time as Law, and he nods.

There was a long silence between the two of you. Law didn’t shift or look uncomfortable, and you didn’t do much except stare off into space and let your mind wander a little. Mostly, toward some semblance of a decision. You wanted to make a choice, it didn’t matter the way, not really, but there was something at the edges of your mind that motivated you.

“I… want you to take your payment.” You say finally, heat rushing through you. You look at him when you say it, but you can’t keep eye contact for long.

“Why?” He questions softly.

“I want to agree to it now, when… when your desire is the only motivator. I don’t want to offer myself as some kind of revenge against a man I cannot remember, that I do not want to remember. Something in me just wants to be able to offer myself up this way.

“Freely.

“Truly.

“Honestly.”

He’s quiet for a moment. Breathing in slowly and letting it out just as slowly. “You’re certain?”

You nod. “All I have right now are the barest parts of myself, and it’s what I want.”

He’s quiet a moment longer before he stands up and sheds his shirt. There’s something in the tattoo on his chest that rustles through your memories, the hearts on his shoulders stir something different, but you’re not trying to hold onto any of it.

Just him.

His gaze finds yours for a moment, and he leans over you, a question on his lips that he decides to keep to himself. His chest is warm against yours as he leans down and kisses you, fingers slipping through your hair and cradling your head as he pushes against your lips with more heat.

His other hand pulls the blanket off you, causing you to gasp at the rush of cool air. His tongue follows in past your parted lips and your gasp turns into a soft moan. The fervent kiss is gentle, and controlling. He kisses you how he wishes to, and you let him.

Your hands flex in the cuffs, but instead of admonishing you he shifts, and runs his hands down your arms, easily reaching over the table to do so. He breaks the kiss a little, leaning back enough to look into your eyes and kiss the tip of your nose.

“Stay still.” He whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and letting his words fall gently into your ear. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Room.” He commands and you feel your whole world shift.

Your mind isn’t sure how to comprehend what follows. Like the fever dreams of earlier, but even more surreal. Law takes you apart piece by piece, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s no tension or pain, and he seems to set the pieces of you exactly where he wants them. He holds onto one of your hands, and kisses a soft trail along your skin that comes into your senses from everywhere.

A kiss at your collarbone is then against the back of your thigh. A soft sigh warms the skin of your shoulder and your knee at the same time. Whenever your fingers tighten against his he reassures you, promising that you’ll be fine. Nothing will move in a way that will exacerbate your injuries. All you will feel is pleasure, and he’ll put you back exactly as you were.

But for now, for these moments, he’s going to explore all of you. There’s intimacy in his actions on a level you’d never experienced before. He was literally inside you, against the lines of your organs, caressing the bundles of your muscles. Nothing burned, nothing ached, it was a warm touch and gentle sensation.

Fingers, teeth, tongue – Law systematically seemed to commit your body to every sense he could manage. He breathed in your skin after licking along the lines he had created, savoring the sounds that fell from your lips.

By the time your brain could make sense of the sensations he was putting you back together. It had been euphoric in its own way, but you just hadn’t been sure how to parse the strange shifts of pleasure as they moved smoothly from one part of you to another. Especially when none of those parts were normally connected to one another.

“Are you alright, snow drop?” He questions softly, having freed your arm so he could hold your hand as he sat down beside you. His face was flush. He almost looked drunk on something.

You nod. “Comfortable.” You begin, giving him a sleepy smile. “I feel comfortable.”

He smiles, but your sleepy smile twists and tears slide down the sides of your face despite your efforts. You take in a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…” Law’s fingers tighten against yours and he runs his other hand over your hair soothingly.

“It’s okay.” He assures you. “You have nothing to apologize fo-.”

“I don’t want to leave you.” You sob. “I don’t even know why, but…” Biting your lip you look away. You aren’t sure what the shock on his face says, and you didn’t even mean to say what you said in the first place. Your mouth had simply moved before your brain could stop it.

There’s a long silence between the two of you, and once you’ve gotten yourself back under control again you squeeze his hand.

“I’m… That was cruel of me.” You admit quietly. “I only, er, we only agreed to what we agreed to. Whether I can remember all of the details or not doesn’t mah-ma-matter.” You tried to keep your voice steady, but tears burned in your eyes and down to your chest at the end of your words.

Law takes your hand into both of his, head bowed and pressed against your knuckles as he sits beside you. You’re not even sure he really heard what you just said, but he’s silent for what seems like forever before he looks toward you again.

“You really want to stay with me?” He questions.

You sniffle and nod.

He reaches out, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that the Heart Seat left the family for emotional reasons.”

“But, you-.”

“I already betrayed them by freeing you.” He interrupts. “And for the same reasons I’m willing to do this. So don’t worry.”

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Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 1: Waiting

Only way to get back into my groove is to post as often as possible so let's do this! As always, people who hate spoilers (for this book, for this series, for everything that has ever or will ever exist) should not Keep Reading.

This chapter begins with the ravens icon because it features gratuitous abuse of corvids.

The land seemed to be waiting. Waiting for something to burst.

The land and Rand being one and all, presumably it's waiting for Rand himself to snap and go on a solo adventure.

He sniffed the wind without thinking. The smell of horse predominated, and of men and men’s sweat. A rabbit had gone through those trees not long since, fear powering its run, but the fox on its trail had not killed there. He realized what he was doing, and stopped it.

I really "enjoy" how we jump from Perrin whining about Moiraine holding things up and having a tight grip to Perrin holding up his own character arc with a vicegrip. I do feel like our boy will be making subtle progress this book, at least.

They were not as tall as he, nor as big—years as a blacksmith’s apprentice had given him arms and shoulders to make two of most men’s—but he had begun shaving every day to stop their jokes about his youth. Friendly jokes, but still jokes. He would not have them start again because he spoke of a feeling.

I would think the best way to avoid accusations of youth would be to keep your facial hair but maybe Perrin's still in that patchy phase. You can really see just how tightly strung he is that even friendly jokes from dudes he's been traveling with for months get to him.

“It has to report. To a Halfman, usually.” In the Borderlands there was a bounty on ravens; no one there ever dared assume any raven was just a bird. “Light, if Heartsbane saw what the ravens saw, we would all have been dead before we reached the mountains.”

Of course, if the Halfmen were at all clever about their shadow jumping then they'd be able to significantly narrow the delay in response times. That said,

“Too long for horseback,” Masema sneered. The triangular scar on his dark cheek twisted his contemptuous grin even more. “A good breastplate will stop even a pile arrow except at close range, and if your first shot fails, the man you’re shooting at will carve your guts out.”

It's good to see that months of hanging out have done absolutely nothing to make Masema more likable. Fain's handiwork is alarming with how well it sticks.

The Shienarans knew how far he could see, but they seemed to take it as a matter of course, that and the color of his eyes, as well. They did not know everything, not by half, but they accepted him as he was. As they thought he was. They seemed to accept everything and anything.

Their open acceptance of Perrin and his talents really only makes his reticence all the more frustrating. It's not like he's among the Aes Sedai who might try to gentle him or among the Whitecloaks who'd try to kill him. Dude has possibly the best support network in the world and he still tries to bury everything.

Ragan’s topknot waved as he shook his head. “A Tinker wouldn’t be mixed in this. Either she’s not a Tinker, or she is not the one we are supposed to meet.”

Okay I guess the Shienarians aren't completely perfect, since even the nicer ones are a bit biased against the Traveling People. As Uno points out though, it's very impressive that she's come all this way.

The raven, Perrin thought. Stop looking at that bird and come on, woman. Maybe you’ve brought the word that finally takes us out of here. If Moiraine means to let us leave before spring. Burn her! For a moment he was not sure whether he meant the Aes Sedai, or the Tinker woman who seemed to be taking her own time.

I can't help but feel that despite everything, Perrin might actually be the least patient and even-headed of the boys. He plays a good stoic on the outside - usually - but it's difficult to see early!Rand having this kind of thought process.

She was not young—gray showed thick in her hair where it was not hidden by her cowl—but her face had few lines, other than the disapproving frown she ran over their weapons. If she was alarmed at meeting armed men in the heart of mountain wilderness, though, she gave no sign. Her hands rested easily on the high pommel of her worn but well-kept saddle. And she did not smell afraid.

She's not long for this book, but I do respect Leya quite a bit. This should be quite terrifying.

Leya shrugged and answered hesitantly. “I . . . knew that if I came this way, someone would find me and take me to her. I . . . just . . . knew. I have news for her.”

One wonders what Moiraine is doing to pull off this effect. It might just be that her eyes-and-ears are entirely mundane and simply under instruction to play things up as magical influence; I certainly can't think of any magic in the series that Moiraine would have access to at present that could do this... but it's still early enough in the series that this might be the remnant of some idea of Jordan's that never came to fruition.

“It is possible to oppose evil without doing violence.” Her voice held the simplicity of someone stating an obvious truth.

This feels like a lesson Perrin was meant to learn along the way but of course he never quite does, does he? Even at the end, when his dreamwalking could open him up to non-violent courses of action, he's still pretty much just locked in battle with Slayer and Lanfear. I can't even fully blame Sanderson for this because it's not like Jordan had any better ideas.

She gave him a penetrating look. “And yet you are not happy with your weapons.” How did she know that? He shook his head irritably, shaggy hair swaying. “The Creator made the world,” he muttered, “not I. I must live the best I can in the world the way it is.” “So sad for one so young,” she said softly. “Why so sad?”

For such a peaceful people, they sure do love annihilating their opponents with words. Perrin's got no argument... and again, he won't ever find that better way.

In the distance, the side of a mountain had been carved into the semblance of two towering forms. A man and a woman, Perrin thought they might be, though wind and rain had long since made that uncertain. Even Moiraine claimed to be unsure who they were supposed to be, or when the granite had been cut.

Perhaps King Eawynd of Safer and his queen - or perhaps even him and Mabriam, to celebrate the Compact of the Ten Nations. Perhaps King Aedomon to celebrate his battles against Manetheren. Probably no one we've heard of though.

When he looked over his shoulder, she was casting worried glances up the steep slopes to either side. Scattered trees perched precariously above them. It appeared impossible they would not fall. The Shienarans rode easily, at last beginning to relax.

Maybe it's just that I've been taking a break for a month, maybe it's changing the program I'm using for the ebooks, but I feel like this book has a bit more environmental description than the last one did. It makes it a bit harder to comment - Jordan's descriptions are all quite good so what is there to say - but it really builds up the isolation of this strange mountain camp.

A four-legged serpent scaled in gold and scarlet, golden maned like a lion, and its feet each tipped with five golden claws. A banner of legend. A banner most men would not know if they saw it, but would fear when they learned its name.

The Pattern really made some interesting choices when it decided that the calling card of the Dragon shouldn't be immediately recognizable, didn't it?