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sinfulsalutations · 1 year ago

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The Video

Summary: You and Cody film something special before the 212th ships out for their next campaign.

Pairing: Cody x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, P in V sex, praise kink, Cody likes to be called Commander in bed, excessive use of the word cock, unprotected sex, creampie, filming, sex tape.

A/N: Once again, I am here to be booked into horny jail. This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I decided to cut out the boring stuff, and changed it a little. May be persuaded to make a part 2 to this one if people are interested....

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You stare down at him from your position above him. His gaze is lowered, focused on the datapad in his hand. It’s resting on his stomach, focused on where you’re hovering over his cock, hand slowly jerking him.

It’s risky, doing this on GAR issued technology, but you trust Cody.

You line up his cock, slowly sinking down onto it. You let out a moan, more exaggerated than you usually would, but you’re doing this for him. You’re about to head off on what’s going to be a grueling campaign, and neither of you will have the time to sneak away and do this. It’s the least you can do to give him something to relax with, when he gets those rare moments.

You gasp as you settle on his cock, thighs gripping his hips as you give yourself a moment to adjust. He keeps the datapad steady, focusing where your bodies meet. You lift yourself up slightly, holding there before you sink back down. He lets out a quiet groan, watching you through the screen as you use him, bouncing up and down on his cock.

You play up your moans, reaching behind you to use his thighs for leverage. You’ll tire out long before you reach your orgasm in this position, but you’re far from done. You’ve got a lot to give Cody still, wanting to make sure he has enough to remember you for these next few weeks.

Cody films you for a couple more minutes before he sets the datapad down to wrap his arms around you. He flips you over, rolling you onto your stomach on the bed. He straddles your thighs, picking up the datapad again to film the curve of your spine, the roundness of your ass. You lift your hips just slightly, giving it a shake for him. He smacks a hand onto one cheek in response, grabbing a handful and squeezing.

He releases you, shifting to set the datapad on the side table, keeping it focused on the lower halves of your body. He drags the head of his cock along your slit before he presses into you, shifting his body until he’s leaning over you, hips pressed against your ass. He slowly starts to thrust his hips dragging his cock in and out of you.

You press yourself back into him, squeezing around him as he grinds against you. He drops himself onto his elbows, pressing his chest into your back. His lips attach to your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin.

You curse quietly, moving your hips back against him as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm. He pushes himself back up to his hands as he snaps his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. The force of his thrusts drag your clit along the bed, your back arching as pleasure washes through you.

You moan loudly as you cum, his thrusts slowing to a stop as you spasm around him. He won’t cum. Not yet.

He lets you come down from your high for a moment before he’s wrapping his arms around you, turning you onto your back. He’s so gentle, smoothing his hands along your body as he stares down at you. You meet his gaze, biting your lip at the lust shining in them.

He parts your thighs, pushing them up, your hands grabbing the backs of your knees as he grabs the datapad once more. He focuses it between your legs, running his fingers through your folds before he takes hold of his cock once more. He teases your slit, focusing the datapad on your pussy as he presses his cock into you. You moan loudly, sensitive from your first orgasm. He presses all the way into you, holding the datapad still as he begins to fuck into you again.

You moan, walls clamping around him as the angle drags the head of his cock along that spot inside you with every thrust. He can see the shine of your slick on his cock in the video, your thighs and lips shining with your slick. He’d worked you up good before he started filming, using his mouth and fingers in the way he knows you like. He has a way of driving you insane, making you wet with just a look.

Your back arches, pressing against him as he fucks you. He holds the datapad with one hand, the other dropping to your waist. You groan at the feeling of his calloused skin against yours, his hand holding you possessively as he works you up to your second orgasm of the night.

He shifts the datapad just high enough to film the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, his hand sliding up your side to grab a handful. He squeezes for a moment before releasing you, dropping the datapad back down to where you’re connected.

He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s groaning, the sound mixing with your own moans. Your back arches as he circles your clit, thighs threatening to close around him as he pushes you to your second orgasm, pleasure nearly blinding you. He stills, moaning sweetly as he cums inside you. He fills you up with every last drop before pulling out of you, moving the datapad between your thighs. You hold yourself open, the spasming of your walls forcing his seed to leak out of you. He films it as it slides out of your pussy, a satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

He turns off the datapad, setting it on the table. He crawls his way up your body, your hands finally releasing your knees. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him against you.

“So good for me.” He says, lips brushing yours. “Always such a good girl.”

You shiver against him from the praise, his half-hard length pressing against your thigh. “Thank you, Commander.” You say, kissing him.

He groans against your lips and you know you have him. He reaches between your legs, spreading his cum along your folds as he drags his cock along your slit. He slips back into you, easing his cock into you. He settles against you, still kissing your lips. This one’s just for you two, your last private moment before you have to sneak back to your barracks.

***

You’re half asleep in the mess the next morning. Cody had kept you up late, and you hadn’t been able to settle after you returned to your own barracks. Your mind was racing, preparing itself for this campaign. You know you’re going to be working long hours, trying to keep as many troopers alive as you can.

You had also found it hard to relax with Cody’s cum leaking into your panties.

You need caf desperately.

You’re in line when you hear it. You think it’s just exhaustion, perhaps a little delirium.

Until you hear it again.

You know that sound. You scan the mess, finding table after table of troopers all grouped together, huddling over datapads. You frown, stepping out of line for the caf machine to approach Waxer and Boil where they’re bent over a datapad.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

Both clones look up at you mischievously. You can hear it louder now, a nervous sweat starting to form on your back. You know that sound.

It’s you.

“Someone uploaded a sex tape to the GAR server last night.” Waxer smirks.

Panic begins to bubble in your throat, threatening to choke you. It could be anyone, right? You know many clones like to pick up dates while they’re on shore leave. You’ve passed fellow civilian workers slipping out of barracks in the early hours of the morning before too.

You move to stand between them, looking over their shoulders at their datapad. Your stomach drops, palms sweating as you stare at the bodies writhing on screen. It’s not just anyone. It’s you and Cody. Last night.

Kriff. Cody must have uploaded it to the wrong server.

“The entire GAR has access to it.” Boil says. “Everyone thinks it’s someone in Command, by the looks of the room.”

“We’re trying to figure out who it is.” Waxer says, staring hard at the screen. “It’s definitely a clone.”

“Probably some barrack bunny.” Boil says, whistling lowly. “Whoever it is, he’s one lucky guy.”

You look up as more figures enter the mess, your gaze meeting Cody’s. Judging by his demeanor, he has no idea. You give him a panicked look, trying to decide if you should strangle him right here in the mess, or drag him somewhere more private.

You’re so kriffing screwed.

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mikanotes · 8 months ago

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don’t even bother ft. aventurine x gn!reader — just something short bcs his va is too good at his job and him voicing that post made me go oh wow! warnings cursing, clingy aven and reader in denial about their feelings, one suggestive joke, badly written Sorry! this is very much dedicated to nour enjoy ur bf

The light of the sun indicates that the day has started much longer ago than you had originally thought. You cling onto sleep, nevertheless, not at all fond of the idea of facing the day properly.

“Alright. I understand.”

There isn’t need for any context for you to get that the second disruption of your attempts at going back to dreamland is a call concerning work, of all things. The clear exhaustion and barely concealed frustration in Aventurine’s voice as he speaks to the person on the other end of that call indicates he probably feels the same as you.

Irritated enough to go back to sleep immediately after hanging up.

“Let’s schedule the interview for today.” he says, sounding like he’s stretching. Oh, great. He’s decided to be professional and get up. You hear him heave a long sigh, probably after hanging up, and blindly try to reach for him.

“No.” you mumble, frowning slightly. Aventurine hums, seemingly surprised, then chuckles.

“Hm? No?” he repeats, and leans down. You open your eyes enough to see him cover the painful rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. He looks at you and tilts his head with a smile, “Not even a hello, huh? You’re so polite.” his voice drips with sarcasm.

You try to press your palm to his face but he grabs your wrist before you can, laughing. He presses closer to you and leans his forehead to your shoulder. “No what?” he asks, whispering. You don’t appreciate the chill that runs down your spine. He’s so close.

“No to leaving before me. I heard that call.”

He smiles against your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who says I’m leaving?” he huffs softly, “I was just trying to sound awake, okay? And since when were you this clingy?”

“I’m the same as usual,” you complain, turning to lay on your back, “I just don’t want to be kicked out become the actual room’s owner isn’t here, is all. It’s a pain to deal with.”

He’s right. You’re not a clingy person. In fact, you don’t usually find yourself sleeping in the same bed as anyone, no matter how close you are to them. This is just… A rare occurence.

You and Aventurine getting one too many drinks at a nearby bar, you realizing you didn’t get yourself a hotel room prior to the whole ordeal, and crashing in his luxury bedsheets before he could protest.

And the worst part of it? You slept well.

In any case, the problem was that the warmth of someone by your side as you slept felt much more comforting than you’d expected it to be. Maybe it was just the previous night’s drinks residue blurring your thoughts. Maybe that’s what made you say no to him potentially leaving before you could actually process it.

Maybe it’s just because it’s him, and you never really mind him being so close to you.

He sighs and moves over your figure, planting his arm at the side of your head to hover over you. “You’re an awful liar. You wouldn’t last at poker.”

“Enlighten me. What the hell am I lying about?”

“This.”

He smiles, and it somehow makes you all the more aware of the distance between the two of you. It’s not nerve-wracking but it’s not uncomfortable. And it’s not comfortable, either, but it’s somewhere there in the middle. It’s on that line that makes your head struggle to keep up and that’s more than enough to tell you how badly you’re handling what should be a routine, by now. This is nothing new, come on.

“Who am I lying to…?” you continue.

He scoffs. “Yourself. I can practically see the gears turning inside your head. It’s almost cute.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “Almost.”

He smiles to himself but doesn’t add more, moving away from you. He breathes out tiredly as he leans back against his pillows, a hand moving to cover his eyes. “You should get the higher-ups to call for a room for you. No one’ll bother you then.”

“You’re the higher-ups, do it yourself, you have the funds.” you imitate a robotic-sounding voice, then sigh, “That’s what they’ll tell me.”

“Mm, will they, now?”

You look at him. Only then do you notice the sun on his skin, his slightly messed up bangs, and the one button holding that cursed hotel pajamas top. You press your eyes shut with half a mind to hold back an annoyed groan. Don’t look at him like that, you repeat in your head.

You and Aventurine are friends. He likes to tease and flirt but that’s just how he is, so there’s really nothing more to it. You work as a negotiator for a group who frequently deals with the IPC’s offers and request for help to convince people of their grandiose plans. And Aventurine is arguably very high-up in the ranks of the IPC. It’s a wonder you even became friends, but it has been a long while now. A long while of bantering, clinging into each other just a bit too much, and listening to the other’s stories the very few times either of you actually opened up.

— Most of those times being after drinks. Nevertheless, it counts for something.

But you’ve never seen him in this kind of light. In sunlight! You’re not seeing him in any kind of new light at all. It’s just a different atmosphere than what you’re used to around him. You’ve spent time talking for hours at quiet bars or helping each other out in the most chaotic situations, but it’s never been this.

It’s so… calm.

But your phone rings. You sigh heavily before you grab it and answer the call. “Hello?” You barely get to properly register who called you before the voice of your senior at work starts complaining in your ear. You grimace.

Aventurine stares at you curiously.

“… This is really last-minute. Seriously?” you say, then wait for an answer. Seems like you’re needed somewhere again. But calling you saying to get to a location one system hour later is just… “Fine, I’ll— I said fine. I’ll be there. Yeah. Yes, sir.”

You hang up. Quiet daydream’s over.

“Turns out I’m gonna need to leave, anyways.” you mutter, sitting up. You suddenly become very aware of how comfortable it was simply laying there talking with Aventurine. Now that you’re faced eith your usual duties and loud coworkers, you’re forced to realize just how soothing the man’s presence is in comparison.

You feel a hand on your arm. It’s warm on your skin, holding some remains from the sun’s touch. You turn your head to see Aventurine’s fingers trailing down slightly, seemingly in thought. “How about…” he trails off, brows furrowing.

“How about?”

He looks up at you and grins before pulling you back into him, wrapping his free arm around your waist swiftly. You end up much closer to his face than either of you had anticipated but you don’t move away, and neither does he.

“How about we take a day off?” he whispers.

You try to say something but no word comes to mind. Aventurine stares at you for a while and you notice his gaze flitting down your face for a flicker of a second before he grabs your arm more firmly and pulls you closer, leaving you no room to even attempt thinking. “Hm?”

“I, you… Fuck you.” is the only response you manage to get out of your throat, and even that sounds half-hearted. It almost sounds like a question, even. You have to blame it on the exhaustion. You brain’s not cooperating, right now.

“Are you offering?”

Now he’s done it. You manage to grab his pillow from underneath his head to swat it at him, making him exclaim in surprise and soon yell for mercy. “Okay, hold on, hear me out, I’m sorry!”

You lower the pillow, looking down at him. You’ve been close before but straddling him’s a new one. Outside of fighting, that is. Maybe this counts as fighting.

“Good Heavens.” he huffs, hair at least ten times messier than it was before, “Okay. That was unnecessary.”

“False. Deserved.”

“…Perhaps.” he clicks his tongue, and carefully picks his pillow from your hands, like it’s a gun threatening to fire at him. “But that was no answer to my offer. Shall we take a vacation?”

“You get to decide when your vacation is?”

His sigh sounds nothing short of exasperated. “Just play along, will you? If you do, I’ll find a way to cover for both of us.” he says, fingers touching your face for who-knows-why. His eyes focus back on yours and he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

You’re not going to immediately say yes.

“Fine. Full blame’s on you if my boss kills me.”

He laughs, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“Then rest.” he says quietly, pulling you against his chest. You tense for a while, then relax. Now the sun is on your skin, too, and its warmth almost seems to beckon you back into sleep. Or is it his arms wrapped around you? You can’t tell.

Maybe the world feels a bit less harsh and cold when Aventurine is with you, and maybe you just shouldn’t bother questioning it.

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just-some-random-blogger · 5 months ago

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Bound By Blood

Being on your period was already a pain as it is, but accidentally binding yourself to a demon with a menstrual pad was a real cherry on top.

demon!Daemon Targaryen x Reader x bf!Aemond Targaryen | 2k+| cw: fem!reader, modern au, menstruation and its symptoms (duh), bloody depictions, crack fic, dumbass shenanigans, internet translated high Valyrian, typos, etc.

A/N: after reading @happilyhertale's period fic and @lady-phasma's period fic, i remembered a tumblr post i saw a long time ago about how napkins have really pretty designs for no reason cuz ur gonna get blood all over it anyway. as tumblr posts do, it spiraled and someone likened the designs to like a pentagram then someone was like u could accidentally summon a demon, thus this. i really did try to find it but alas i could not

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If you've ever had a hard time with your period, please consider donating €5 to Nour's GoFundMe, as the people in Palestine do not have access to any sort of feminine hygiene products; help her and her family evacuate.

"Lovie?"

"Yeah?"

I put my phone on loud speaker and place it on the side of the sink, "did I tell you to buy macadamia chocolates?"

"... no. I'll get you some."

"And something salty," I sit on the toilet and open my pad packet. I peel the red wrapper off.

"Mmm... crisps?"

"Yeah, the pink one."

"Alright. Anything else, love?"

I change the napkin on my underwear before replying, "mmm... oh! Please read the packaging. I want pads with wings, Aemond, with wings."

"Right. Copy, copy. With wings."

I pull my shorts up and flush the toilet, "thank you, love."

"Mmm. Love you. Bye."

"Bye, love. I love you."

The call ends and I wrap my used napkin in the wrapper of my new pad, rolling it up, and throwing it out. I grab my phone and walk back to my bed.

I huff and get under the sheets, petting the black cat asleep on top of it. Vhagar wags her tail once and I grab my laptop, continuing my binge session.

I wince when I feel a dull pain in my uterus. I pause my show and lean into my pillow, riding out the discomfort.

I moan and begin to heave. My eye twitches at the stabbing sensation. I slowly get out of bed, annoyed by the gush of blood I feel when I move. I make my way to my kitchen and grip on the counter as I prepare a kettle for some tea.

"Stop hating me cause I'm not pregnant," I hiss at my uterus as the pain continues.

I push my weight onto the counter top as I reach for a mug and a tea bag. I huff and screw my eyes. Once the pain subsides enough, I grab my kettle and turn, putting it on the stove. Once the fire is lit, I turn back to grab my mug and place the tea bag in my mug.

Suddenly, the room is thick, the atmosphere is heavy, and there is an inexplicable feeling of dread in my stomach. I feel my body warm and the hairs at the back of my neck raise, and it was not because of my period.

"Iksis ziry iā rūs jaelā?" Is it a baby you want?

I gasp and snap back, pulling my mug to my chest. My eyes widen and my heart leaps into my throat as I behold a towering figure covered in blood. Its body is barely contained in the room; its long neck coils downward to peer at me and its wings are cramped together behind itself. It's as though all the blood in my body drains.

The dragon-like creature chuckles deeply, his golden eyes sparkle, "gaoman jorrāelagon se yknagon hen zūgagon," I do love the smell of fear. It reaches out and delicately scratches its talons on my neck, "but I would not frighten you to death before completing our pact, devoted."

My body is frozen cold in fear as he pulls away. Slowly, its body morphs into a man. The reptilian features and glistening scales where replaced by long, silver hair and plump, smirking lips, all still drenched in blood. His expression mischievous and expectant.

"Ask of me, and see the beauty in thine blood offering to Daemon, The Rogue Prince."

Through barely a breath, in the most strained of voices, I mutter, "w h a t ?"

A rich chuckle bubbles out of his curved lips, "oh, I do loathe the coy and simple-minded. If you wish to amuse me, flatter me. Do not play dumb."

I slowly try to maneuver away from him, "I-" I whisper under sharp breaths, "I don't know what you mean-"

In a rush of either confidence or lunacy, I sprint away from him and run back into the bedroom. I scream and halt in my spot when I collide with the same being's chest.

I feel blood stick to me as I recoil and drop to the floor at the impact. The creature looks down on me and lifts his chin, "what's that then?"

Daemon points to the floor, causing me to look and see nothing but the panels.

Just then, Vhagar awakes and begins to go feral. She hisses loudly at the man, and I scramble to my feet, trying to get to her and calm her down, fearing he blood bathed being would kill her.

Remarkably, it seems I should actually do the opposite as the demon is deterred by Vhagar. He steps back and lowers his gaze. He chuckles dryly as I jump on the bed, going behind Vhagar.

"What is this trickery?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He scoffs and I swear his eyes are set ablaze, "I am bound by my sigil, woman, and I smell the blood on it."

My face morphs into bewilderment, "I DID NOT MAKE A BLOOD SACRIFICE-"

"Where is your summoning circle then!" he demands.

Vhagar hisses at his tone, her fur prickling as Daemon steps forward. He stills and draws in a deep breath. I swear his eyes go red for a second.

He points again, this time at me, "your legs."

My eyes widen preternaturally.

"My blood altar is between your thighs."

Meanwhile, Aemond was on the bus when he received a call.

He picks it up, "hel-"

"THERE'S A-" he pulls his phone away from his ear, "-DEMON IN OUR HOME! AEMOND-"

Aemond knits his brows tightly in concern at the sound of sobbing. He pulls his groceries closer to his chest, "honey, what do me--"

"THERE'S A DEMON IN OUR- VHAGAR NO--"

Aemond's heart drops at the sound of the commotion from the other end of the call. He hears cat yowling and objects crashing. He stiffens and speaks as calmly as possible, "I'm coming home. I'm almost there. Can you hear me, I-" the call ends.

By the time he gets home, his defenses are up. The ruckus from the inside is audible from outside the apartment. He holds his groceries in one hand and opens the door, warily entering. He grabs the long purple umbrella by the rack and closes the door soundlessly. He stalks inside, clenching his jaw at the sudden silence.

He surveys the place and sees the mess, yet no soul was present. He places the groceries on the kitchen top and creeps into the bedroom.

The door was already open, but, still, there was no one.

He freezes when Vhagar hisses. He lifts his gaze upon the black, senior cat sat at the top of the closet, looking into space with her fur raised.

"Aemond?!"

Aemond lowers his gaze.

"NO, DON'T HURT HIM!" I scream from inside the closet.

Aemond grips the umbrella and looks around the room. Vhagar hisses again.

He looks at his cat then the closet door.

"AEMOND- NO-- I'M PULLING YOU IN-"

Without another word, I leap out of the closet and grab Aemond, yanking him inside. I immediately shut the doors and begin to hyperventilate.

"What's happening? What's going on?" he asks, clutching my cheeks.

I whine and grip his wrists in distress. I whisper, "Vhagar's keeping us safe."

Aemond's nostrils flare, "what's happening? What's wrong?"

I shake my head and shudder, "there's a demon--"

"You know I can hear you right?"

I squeal, making Aemond tense and tighten his grip on me. I hear Vhagar hiss from above the closet.

Without much thought, Aemond pushes the doors open and holds his umbrella like a weapon.

I scream and pull him back when I hear sinister laughtera, "AEMOND, NO!"

Aemond claims an offensive stance, ready to bat his umbrella at whomever was in front of him, and yet there was no one. My breath hitches as I anticipate Daemon to jump us both, but he doesn't.

With furrowed brows, the man looks over to me, "baby, there's no o-"

Aemond yelps as I rush out of the closet and drag him out of the bedroom with me. We make our way to the kitchen, and I immediately rummage through the groceries, grabbing the pack of pads.

"Honey, what was it exactly that you-" Aemond cuts himself off as he watches me run out of the room, heading to the bathroom.

Immediately, I pull my shorts down and replace my bloody pad. I stare at the menstrual blood on the white napkin, realizing only now that there was, in fact, a sigil of a three headed dragon on the surface.

"There is it."

I scream. I look up at the bloody Daemon staring back at me, smirking with crossed arms.

I hear Aemond run towards the bathroom door. He calls out my name in concern.

I rip my used napkin off my underwear and chuck it to the demon. I scream once more when he manifests beside me, avoiding my assault.

"Unsanitary," Daemon clicks his tongue.

Aemond bangs on the door, "what's going on? Do you need any help?"

I sidestep away from Daemon and hurriedly replace my pad.

Aemond calls out my name as he knocks.

Daemon turns to the door, lips curling in annoyance, "I will slay him if he enters."

My eyes widen. It was only then I realized there was a sword hanging upon his hip. I feel sick.

Aemonds sounds agitated, "I'm coming insi-"

"NO!" I rip my pants up and run to the door. I shove Aemond back the moment I can. I squeeze myself out of the small opening and I push him back until he finally repels me and grabs my arms. Aemond and I are in the kitchen by then.

He calls out my name and grabs my cheeks. His face is marked by worry.

I panic, "wait, where's Vhagar?"

"She's probably just-"

"DID HE KILL VHAGAR-"

"Look at me!"

I stare at him with wide, watery eyes. I whimper through a broken voice, "Vhagar was the only thing keeping me safe."

"From the demon?" Aemond asks carefully, swiping my tears with his thumbs.

"Please-" I choke out, "-believe me, I-"

"I believe you, darling," he strokes my hair. He pulls away and grabs the salt jar on the counter. He shows me the container before pouring some in his hand.

I raise my brows as he presents me the salt in his cupped palm.

Aemond speaks calmly, "if I see that fucker, I'll-"

"You'll what?"

Aemond shrieks and chucks the salt behind me. In the same terrified manner, I squeal and run behind Aemond.

The demon groans, "ao doru-borto qogralbar!" You stupid fuck!

Aemond pushes me behind him as he watches the blood covered man rub his eyes. He almost, out of instinct, chucked the whole jar at him, but he was glad he didn't. He pours a salt circle on the floor.

Aemond pulls me into his chest and begins to chant, "qrīdrughagon lēda ao!" Away with you!

Daemon looks up at us with a furious expression. His rage is quelled but when he sees the ground which we stood. His red eyes widen as he looks up at me, as if in disbelief of what he was seeing.

I tug on Aemond's shirt with agitation, "is this circle gonna keep us-"

"QRĪDRUGHAGON LĒDA AO!" Aemond shouts.

Daemon's eye twitches, "who is this imbecile you seek refuge in?"

"Don't answer it! Don't give him my name," Aemond says as he fishes something in his pocket.

"You act as though I know not your name is Aemond, imbecile."

"Aemond, I really think we-"

"Ignore him," says Aemond as he pulls out his phone.

Daemon chuckles darkly, "oh... how sweet you think such a thing is possible.

I cling tightly onto Aemond as he pulls out his phone. I whimper, "is now really the time?!"

"I'm calling Aegon," Aemond replies, placing his phone to his ear.

"What?!"

"He knows how to do an exorcism."

"?!?!?"

"You dare," Daemon yells, "think that I-"

"He was recruited in a cult once."

"-would be easily cast out by m-"

"QRĪDRUGHAGON LĒDA AO!"

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runningwithscizzorz · 7 months ago

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Oh my god I’m so stupid invested in Narinder and Nour’s arc. I have so many questions. What was making Nour lose themselves, was it just new god things? How did both of them change over the 10 years apart? After the initial reaction of Narinder being back, did the two or them go back to normal or was it tense? What were his siblings’ reactions? Your art is gorgeous btw, always a highlight of my day when I see you posted. Much love!

WHEEEWWW where do I even start🤣🤣 Nour’s desire for complete control over their life is what the crown fed on in the time they were Narinder’s vessel, so they were already having to fight the urge to give in and completely lose it for 600 years.

Once Narinder was freed, they put that entire need for control into HIM, making them extremely possessive and using him as a sort of eldritch anger scapegoat. He reciprocated with his anger at their betrayal, so they fought a LOT the first ten years of freedom. Doesn’t mean they weren’t “getting along” between trying to tear out the others eyes though hehe. As for the other questions, I shall answer them when I actually draw their reunion!✨👏

#asks #ask doodles #cotl narilamb

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toweroftickles · 11 days ago

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Inside Out 2: Riley's Tickle Trouble

Val's basement was not at all what Riley expected. It probably hadn't been touched since the late 90s…solid white walls, low ceiling, scratchy and thick cream carpet that look like it was made out of rope, a neglected Foosball table, and a really squishy toffee-colored leather couch almost thick enough to be a beanbag. It was nice and homey, but the ordinariness is what threw Riley off.

She figured that because Val was the coolest and most popular girl in school and such a successful hockey captain and so inspiring and pretty and (shut up, shut up) the Ortiz family must’ve been, like, uber-rich or something. But nope. Totally normal. It was kind of comforting, actually.

A friendly little spot on the carpet, next to the edge of the couch, invited Riley to sit among the pizza boxes, and she did.

“Okay everyone, just relax and let’s all have some fun!” Joy was peppy as always. Game time. “But wait, why are we worried about this? We’ve hung out with the FireHawks plenty of times…” “BECAUSE, Sadness: this isn’t our first time hanging out with the FireHawks, but it IS our first time hanging out with them as an OFFICIAL MEMBER OF THE TEAM,” Anxiety chimed in. “The importance of this event literally cannot be overstated,” explained Disgust with a jab of her finger. With one roll of his sleeve, Anger was ready to go. “I’ve been warmin’ up the swear button all day for this. Oh! Maybe we'll get to watch an R-rated movie!” "Uhhh, do you WANT Mom to kill us?" the green girl grimaced.

“Alright,” Val announced to the team, with an uncharacteristically sly side-eyed smirk on. The game had been going for a while, and it was her turn. “Never have I ever…kissed a boy-band poster on my bedroom wall.”

Everyone’s hands stretched out into the air, all accompanied by varying degrees of smarm or giggliness, but Riley’s shot up to its full height much faster than the others’. Her lower lip curled up beneath her teeth, almost like it was trying to hide, and her eyes drifted around the room unfocused. And if she'd looked to her left, she would've noticed Nour's suspicious smile.

"Riley looks embarrassed," the latter teased. “You sure there isn't something you wanna tell us, Glow Girlie?” With her free hand, Nour reached out and playfully poked underneath Riley's raised arm.

What happened next, Riley couldn't stop. It was a reflex. She didn't even have time to think before she shrieked loudly, slapped her hand over her armpit, and scurried away on her knees. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets and she was tingling all over.

“Nonowaitpleasedonttickleme!” she begged. It all just blurted out in one breath. By the time she realized what she said, it was too late.

A collective gasp echoed throughout the command center. Every head turned, each with a different expression. They all knew what was coming next. On the desk, the "Panic Button" was lit up, its soft glow blinking through the fingers of a single, orange hand. “....Oh no…was that bad? ...What did I do?!” “Hey…that reminds me…” the visage of Ally chuckled on the big Jumbotron screen, tugging with malice of forethought on the edge of her beanie. All the emotions swiveled to look at her. “We haven’t put Riley through the official FireHawks initiation yet.” Suddenly, five pairs of eyes were staring right in at them. Gulp.

Gulp. Riley yanked her feet behind her and clumsily tried to sit on them. “W-wait, wait,” she stammered. Except for Val, who was just enjoying the show, the rest of her team were all crawling toward her with their hands outstretched, smiling wickedly, their fingers dancing like spider legs. Riley's shyness overcame her, and she felt herself blushing, until old white plaster bumped against her shoulder. She'd backed against the wall...nowhere to run. And her puppy-dog eyes weren't dissuading the others. “Wait, guys!”

The eight terrible arms that hovered over her descended in sync like a hungry swarm, and smothered her until all light was blotted out.

“AHHH!!”

Dogpiled on the floor. Enveloped on all sides. Riley quickly hugged herself tight and curled into a defensive armadillo ball, but the wriggly hands of her teammates all fought and shoved and tunneled their way into every nook & cranny between her arms and her torso. They scuttled like crabs at her armpits, and her belly, and her waist, and her neck, until she crumbled into screaming, helpless laughter.

Side thought: I'm guessing that Riley’s tickle laugh probably sounds a lot like her overdone “pretend I get the joke and fit in” laugh.

“Hihih HA-Heh! *heave* HA-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! AHH!! *gasp* Gai…G-huys, stop!” (So much for ever keeping any secrets from these girls.)

“We all had to do it, Michigan; now it's your turn…” Dani, always the bully among them, did not lie convincingly.

"Andersen, two minutes in the Penalty Booooox!!" Ally's voice dropped several pitches in a goofy pantomime of their Coach. Her pinching claws electrified Riley’s sides and made her jump like a popped corn kernel.

“Oho my g-hahawd, I barely touched you.” Sofia, clearly having the time of her life, tucked her glasses into her pocket (for safety) and moved down to grab Riley's ankles.

"Ha-HA!!! Dohon't!" Everything went hot. Riley couldn’t breathe or see straight. Her blue hoodie held her snug in its warm cotton folds, but even its extra layer wasn’t thick enough to protect her from the barrage of poking FireHawk fingers. She was used to being wrestled and tummy-tickled to death by Bree and Grace...that was normal, sometimes even exciting. But her new teammates were older girls: bigger, stronger, better at holding her down, and way meaner.

"NO! Nnnnn-NO!! Thisisnothappening!!!" Disgust was mortified. "Stop fidgeting; I can't tell what kind of looks they're giving us!!" Underneath the table, Embarrassment had his entire body in a death-grip bear hug around the central pedestal, and the fuchsia on its surface rapidly emanated from him like an inky stain. In a fit of panic, Fear followed suit and threw his four limbs around the nearest sturdy object he could find... which just so happened to be Ennui's entire face. "Wait! I-I can fix this!" Anxiety hadn't moved this fast since Camp. Joy, though? She was over the moon. Giddy, buzzing, practically levitating off the floor. "Awww, remember when Dad used to tickle us all the time? Heheheh... Riley's our little monkey!" "No! Stop it! This is not cute!" Anger snapped at her. "Wait a minute; Val! Val will save us! We-have-to-get-a-message-to-her somehow!" The faster Fear talked, the tighter he squeezed Ennui's head, until both of them crashed to the floor. Anxiety gasped. "You're right! She's always stuck up for Riley!" "Guys she's looking! She's looking at us!!" squeaked Envy. It was then, as if in answer to their prayers, that Val pushed herself up off the couch and spoke. She was smiling warmly, like a knight in shining armor. “A’ight, girls..." Time slowed to a crawl. All the emotions held their breaths. "...let me get in on this."

At their leader's command, the four subordinates parted like the Red Sea. Dazed, Riley felt two rough hands clasping her wrists, and two more closing around her ankles, and her head slowly sliding up into someone's lap. Dani's. Carpet burns stung her back. She was breathing hard. Someone had been using her diaphragm as a trampoline. By the time she got her wits about her, her limbs were stretched out like rubber bands.

No. No no no not Val. Please not Val!!

“Uh-oh…awwww, yeah; get ‘er good, Val,” Ally taunted.

Riley desperately squirmed and wiggled to escape, hoping to curl into a fetal position, but the FireHawks’ captain plopped right down on top of her jittery knees. She was pinned.

Say something. What are you doing; SAY SOMETHING!!!

She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a squeaky, low-decibel croak, like a leaking balloon. Crud. And as Val smiled down at her, one eyebrow raised, Riley also noticed something that made her even more nervous: her hoodie had hitched up from all her writhing around, and her bare belly was peeking out.

Oh no. Her earlobes had a heartbeat. Could the others see how red her cheeks were?! Oh no.

"Heheh…What’s this? What’ve we got here?" Val slowly reached her left hand forward, making sure to drag it out for as long as possible…and just as the tension reached its agonizing limit…she scratched her fingernail right in the freshman FireHawk's belly button.

The scream that burst out of Riley could've killed a Symbiote.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! Embarrassment’s massive forehead pummeled the control panel like a whack-a-mole hammer, engulfed by the machine's belches of sparks and smoke. Sirens blared, red lights strobed. “Fight BACK already!” Anger dove for the keyboard, but a hyperactive orange fist sent him flying into the ceiling. “No! We CAN’T!! Just retreat! Submit! Roll over! O-or something!” Anxiety no longer knew what buttons she was pressing on the neon-pink-and-orange console, or if they even functioned. She just desperately pounded whatever wasn't currently blocked by Embarrassment's flailing body. “She’s right; what if we sock one of them in the face like we did to Bree during the slumber party?!” Fear whimpered. “That was YOUR fault!” Joy, meanwhile, rolled around on the floor in wild hysterics, laughing and snorting and totally oblivious to the surrounding office chaos. Envy bounced beside her. The apocalypse was here.

“HA-HA Ha-Ha Ha-Heh…Ah-HEHH!! *cough* HHA-Haw HA!!” Riley wailed through cracking and creaking pipes. She hated how crooked her braces-wearing grin looked, how wide her nostrils flared. It was too much: Val squeezing her tummy like a marshmallow, Sofia scratching and tickling her foot through her sock, Nour prodding her in the ribs with her big toe…she was going to cry from laughing if they didn’t quit. She wanted to die - to lock herself in her room and never come out again.

“Ok, girls, I think she’s had enough,” Val declared. Her word was law. It ended. With one last flourish, the captain gave Riley’s achy belly a gentle, affectionate little pat, and sweetly pulled her shirt back down again as the torture finally stopped. Aw. How helpful.

It had only been a minute or two, but Riley felt like she’d been tickled for hours. Free at last, and completely exhausted, she groaned and wiped her eyes and conked her head on the floor, still trembling and giggling like a baby. Oh thank god.

“Haha-Ha! You’re fun, Andersen.”

"Nah, Val, I know that look; you think we were too 'mean' to her," Ally mocked as the five returned to their original seats. Val hopped onto the couch and crossed one leg over her knee.

"Oh, I don’t know; everyone loves tickle fights, right?"

“Uh-uh. No. Not me. I hhhate being tickled,” Dani shuddered.

“It depends; it’s not THAT bad,” interjected Sofia. “Well, except like when I’m getting my nails done, and they start going for my feet…”

“Oh, yeah, I hate that feeling,” Val laughed in agreement, resting her cheek on her hand. “In the mall? Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing…one time, I legit accidentally kicked this Chinese lady in the face.”

That cracked the rest of them up. "Girl, the criiiiinge," Ally snickered.

“Come on, I couldn't help it! Heh-Heh…hey, you ok over there, Ri?”

Clearly upset, the largest and pinkest retreated into his sweater. The control console was still sputtering in pain. "Not ok. Not ok. We were JUST making an impression!" "Ok, let's everybody just cool your jets," Joy smiled. “Wait she called us ‘Ri;’ does that mean something?” queried Envy. “Are we super-friends now?”

“What are we even supposed to say?!” But as usual, whenever the group got stuck filibustering, it was up to Ennui to save the day. "S'cuse moi." BOOP.

Still splayed out on the floor like a snow angel, still sucking in air by the gallon, Riley weakly raised a single thumbs-up high above her head. Do. Not. Make. Eye contact.

“Hiiiiieeee…….yaah….*gasp*...’mokay…*gasp* …neverbetter,” she squeaked.

“Well that couldn’t POSSIBLY have gone any worse. So help me those girls are gonna GET it!” “Oh I messed up…Imessedupsobad…” Anxiety yanked on her wiry hair to the point where she appeared to be wearing suspenders. “I don’t know,” Sadness mused. For the first time all evening, her cheeks raised up in a tiny smile. “I think…I think they like us.”

Riley wheezed and sighed blew a bang out of her reddened face as they others laughed playfully. They were way too happy about this. Deep down, in the pit of her stomach, she had a feeling…this wouldn’t be the last time her new gal-pals punished her for being so unbearably ticklish.

…somehow, she didn’t really mind all that much.

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I wasn't originally planning to write an Inside Out 2 fic, but got a lot of positive feedback on my headcanons and my prompt ideas, so this is sort of a reader request. Now, I am not a teenage girl. I have never been one. I don't plan on being one in the future. So, I’m not entirely sure how ‘believable’ this is. My hope was that this fic would feel authentic and familiar to some of you, and maybe drag up some high school memories (or fantasies) of those warm, squiggly, flustery feelings that come with a tickle attack from your BFFs. Just something cute and silly.

Also I don't actually know if the Muslim girl's name is Nour. I read on some dubbing wiki that it was, but that was the only reference to her name I could find, anywhere, online. So if I get different info I'll fix that.

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ch10srac00n · 1 month ago

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… FIFI WDYM WITH 8’2???? FRIKING MOUNTAIN-

Introducing "The Mad Priestess" (Formerly; Lorina P. Liddell)

8'2 ft tall — 39 — She/Her — Harpy

She is an earth elemental — specifically, the subclass of a plant elemental (focused around mycelium but also general plants)

Au belongs to @onyxonline

Lore below the cut ↓

Originally born on the planet of Aveias, she was the child of the Harpy royalty. Known to be a notoriously troubled child by the people, she often would have nightmares and would sleepwalk, her powers running rampant as she did. By the age of 12 and with the help of doctors, her condition became manageable; however, peace in the kingdom didn't last long.

The prototypes cult heard of the rumors of the powerful troubled child of Aveias royalty, whose powers ran rampant as they slept, and wanted her for themselves. The prototypes cult swarmed the planet, a larger force considering their target, and while the battle lasted days, in the end the planet was smoked, and the princess ripped from her home.

Over the next few years the cult ran experiments on Lorina, testing their powers and the effects of the smoke on them. Eventually, they fine-tuned Lorina into a priest, though her personality was far removed and twisted from what she originally was, leading to those in the cult calling her the 'Mad Priestess'.

During her time in the cult she's made her own little corner in the cult, full of greenhouses and plants that've run rampant, though don't let her babbling fool you, she's a dangerous foe to face.

For making this far congratulations, have the concept design for Lorina

She's a mix between a costa's hummingbird and a golden pheasant, her hair when down mimics the neck plumage of the golden pheasant

#space riders au #smiling critters au #darktapufifiart #oc #dont know how to tag this #fr she’s a mountain #and crazy tooo- oh nour #*yoink*

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finsterwalds · 8 months ago

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Got my hands on the script of Anatomy of a Fall, and I couldn't help but compare it with some scenes from the movie because that's how deep I am rn :'D Anyway, here are some of my finds and things I personally enjoyed. I'm sure there are more things to dig out but these are what I wanted to share with the world. The order of my finds will be chronological, for the most part, but keep in mind that sometimes, some scenes were edited to show up later, or earlier than originally intended. Spoilers for the whole movie obviously so you've been warned!

Takes place when Vincent first visits Sandra to discuss Samuel's death. In the movie, Sandra stops Vincent and cuts him harshly, saying "STOP, I did not kill him". Vincent then says a line that I think is pretty iconic in the movie, a sarcastic : "That's not the point. Really". His line is much harsher than on the script, where he's a bit softer. "You don't need to tell me that" implies that he has some deep, loyal faith in Sandra, while "That's not the point" cuts any further discussion. He really doesn't wanna know if she actually did it. Comes from a wish to remain blind still, but with less innocence and a lot of denial. Oh, Vincent.

In the movie, his last line is way better imo, he says "No one's gonna believe that. I don't believe that." I like the emphasis on his opinion rather than the fleeting and impersonal "it's really hard to believe". Truly hits way harder and puts Vincent back in the position of a lawyer.

The rest will be under the cut because I think it's gonna be a wall of text I apologize guys...... This movie does things to my brain.

There's a scene that was cut where Vincent phones Nour while still at Sandra's, which I would have enjoyed a lot but I'll admit it's a bit filler-y. Doesn't add a lot and kinda cuts the serious tone of Sandra's confession, imo, as they discuss the judge's antics in a pretty comical manner. I just love Nour so I'm based......

Another, REALLY long scene that was cut where a medium comes into Sandra's house to feel Samuel's ghost and foreshadows Daniel poisoning Snoop with aspirin. I had a good laugh at that one, honestly. It feels pretty out of place with the tone of the movie, and the personality of the characters even... I can't picture Sandra calling a medium. I'm glad they removed it because the foreshadowing was unnecessary too. It's still interesting that they had planned it however.

This takes place after Vincent finds out about the tape. Interestingly, his whole line was cut after "before he died". In the movie, he never comments on Sandra's affairs/sexuality. He never really asks much about her life at all. He truly is blinded by his wish to shield himself from her inner demons, in order to maintain his undying loyalty towards her. To see what he wants of her...

Another scene that was completely cut (a flashback, I believe?) where Sandra makes Daniel pose for a german photographer to make some money, which Monica dislikes, and then they argue. I think it really frames her as too unsympathetic, so I'm also glad it was cut.

Okay, so now, here comes The Big Change. The scene where Vincent and Sandra drink together after the first trial was heavily altered, because its tone in the movie is pretty tense when compared with the lightheartedness of the script. In the script, they laugh and reminisce together about the past and even kiss at the end of the scene. In the movie, none of was I screenshot happens : instead of playing along with the 'firing Vincent' suggestion, the scene ends with Sandra scolding Vincent for judging her in his head. Vincent backs off and the scene ends. Another instance of him not pressing emotional depth to shield himself.

There are other scenes I liked (many that touch upon Sandra's books) but I'll stop there. Hope you'll enjoy that... I might draw some of these so stay tuned... This movie has absorbed my soul but it feels good to be alive, thank you Justine Triet.

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #justine triet #vincent renzi #sandra voyter #not art #im posting it on my artblog because i wanna find this again and store everything about my lawyer era in one place #i didn't translate anything because that would take some time but hmu if you need a translation or if something's unclear #i didn't proofread this and my native language isn't english so picture a crazy frenchie going about their theories to you okay?#fits the movie imo

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sweetcherrybmb · 7 months ago

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READ YOUR DIARY // DR3 \\ part seven

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x doctor!reader

Summary: Over a break in Croatia, Daniel falls in love with the ... culture...

faceclaim: Maria Rutkis; various pinterest girls

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doctor_y/n the kids and I miss him <3 Good luck this weekend!

y/bff/username you guys coming over for the weekend?

doctor_y/n ofc

user1 madame, you are dropping hints and we may be picking up on it...

user2 KIDS?! adorable

user3 LANDO IN THE LIKES?! ok... ok...

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danielricciardo ok, i may be just one of her pets

landonorris daniel... please, just introduce uuuusss...

danielricciardo you'll meet her... someday... landonorris nour daniel...

user4 the kids look familiar... oh sorry, pets...

user5 so does the mother... user6 👀 user7 👀 user8 👀

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doctor_y/n it's supposed to give me wings?

user9 you guys aren't even slick with it anymore

user10 this is basically a hard launch

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doctor_y/n ˝I zna bi govorit: Kad tad će se spojit Polovice, bit jedno i imat puno dice I svejedno dal si bogat, crn ili rogat Ljubav spaja dušo to je kozmička sloga Jer isto je za sluge, isto je za gazde I najlipše stvari u životu su džabe I kako god da mislija, volija il tija Život je šaka suza, vrića smija˝ - TBF

My baby, my sunshine, happy 1 year to us and many more to come!<3

danielricciardo love you, peaches!

doctor_y/n mwah danielricciardo mwah

landonorris ah, so it is you, twitter was correct hello!

doctor_y/n hello! danielricciardo get lost mate landonorris naaah

user11 and the lyrics, GOD WHEN IS IT MY TURN!!??

user12 what does it say?? user11 it would sound dumb if i translate it literally, but basically that no matter who you are, love connects people, the best things in life are free and that life is ˝a handfull of tears and a bag of laughs˝, it sounds really dumb, but it's taken from a popular song ˝what is life but a fantasy˝ user12 oh that is cute

user13 they are WHIPPED for eachother

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