#retired sages

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ravenwood retirement home // ethren & keisha & tess

keisha is unfailingly adorable. i have to assume that she is an absolute nightmare.

[thenixkat]

Shout Out to Vic Sage/The Question who encouraged Ted to try maybe retiring for awhile to figure himself out b/c living in Dan's shadow was clearly fucking up Ted's mental.

[jesuistrestriste]

UR ART IS SO WELL WRITTEN PLS DON'T DIE YET WE LOVE YOUUUY

i’ll do my best to stay alive <3 just 4 u anon

[kawee-chan]

Who is your pfp of? And I feel that you are like one of the god like orokabu blogs that are still alive:)🩷🩷🩷

it's-a MEEEE ✨ i made it myself, a self portrait of sorts. though i DO portray myself differently these days ^^;

FLATTERED! but there have been wiser and stronger gods before me y1y9 bless old mutuals wherever you may be..... also i'm so sorry....all my orokabu reblogs and posts were from AGES ago xD i'm more like a dormant demi-creature to this fandom pantheon. fandom wise, too, i have moved on sadly (content and mentality wise) but i still appreciate orokabu from time to time <3

these divorced war criminals will always have a place in my heart uvu ✨

[intcritus]

❛　you really don’t have to do that, not for me.　❜　for sage　♡

    It’s early, earlier than what Sage likes, especially when she’s off. Wrapped up in Dante’s shirt, she finds herself packing him lunch, humming to some J-Pop song crooning on her bluetooth speaker. Dealing with people in any capacity is exhausting, even more when he’s traveling and does whatever he likes when he’s out of her sight. And he’s a big guy, so why wouldn’t she make it her business to pack him a hearty lunch, with snacks to keep him from going hungry ? Sage enjoys the thought of him eating what she made and thinking of her. Because all of it is made with her love. 

Pointed ears twitch, fond smile curving her lips at the sounds of him finally getting up. She leaves him to his business before setting the coffee to brew. Ten minutes slide by peacefully, where Sage is putting the finishing touches on his lunch before zipping up the lunch bag. It’s only when she’s sipping her coffee that his arms are suddenly around her waist, features nuzzling into her throat. The heat of him at her back is welcome, and she sinks into him for a moment, relishing in the smell of him. ❝ ━ Mornin', pretty boy. ❞ Shifting, she turns her head to press a kiss to his temple, a sigh of utter contentment against his skin. ❝ ━ Mm, made ye coffee, so drink it before ye go, ‘kay ? ❞ 

In relative, and peaceful silence, they drink their coffee, small chatter as they lean into one another. Not like any other morning, though why she’s wide awake at this hour, only Sage knows. But she’s more than content to watch him, be in awe of her husband and his handsomeness this early. Taking both of their empty cups, they’re placed in the sink before holding out the lunch bag with his meal and snacks for the day.

He looks puzzled for a moment, head tilting like a curious puppy and for a moment it strikes her as cute. But when he meets her gaze, her brows furrow at his words. ❝ ━ ’s no different than ye wantin' to defend me, because it’s who we are. I can’t make sure my husband doesn’t go hungry ? That’s silly, babe. I made ye lunch because I wanted to, because I don’t want ye hangry and snappish with people who probably don’t deserve it. ❞

She reaches out, cupping his cheek, an exasperated but fond look in her gaze, ❝ ━ There are a lot of things I don’t have to do, but I do them because I love ye. Even if I was mad, I’d still do anything for ye, because yer my husband and ye deserve to be cared for, okay? ❞ Placing the bag in his hand, she presses a kiss to his cheek and gently fixes his tie, ❝ ━ I’ll see ye later, baby, have a good day, and don’t bust too many heads. ❞

silly husband. | @killerhubby

[berryblu-arts]

"How come earth has 6 different local guardian types if other planets only have one or maybe two in extremely rare cases?"

Sage:

It's complicated-

[coffeeaddictandinsomniac]

mmm thinking bout how the traveller can use the elements without a vision and how people know the archons can reincarnate (???? might not be the word but it works i suppose) because of rukkadavata and nahida. like, do you think that, after the rite of descension, the people of liyue would think that the traveller could be the next geo archon??? like they can use geo without a vision, among other elements. it's been a while since i've seen the liyue quest but like this thought of just everyone in liyue believing the traveller to be the next geo archon is hilarious to me

[merziggy]

Hot take: BotW/TotK Link and Zelda are in a queer asexual relationship built on deep mutual trust, respect, and friendship and I love that for them.

[ljaesch]

J-Novel Club Announces Nine Light Novel and Eight Manga Licenses

J-Novel Club has announced the following licenses: Title: The Frontier Lord Begins with Zero Subjects novels Author: Fuurou (story), Kinta (art) Release Date: Parts 1 and 2 of Volume One available now Summary: Dias finally returns home after decades of war. He’s hailed as a hero and promptly rewarded with his own domain… which turns out to be little more than empty plains. Population: zero. Dias,…

[vampacidic]

to be fair i have been desiring a. shuffle of units i would perhaps say? not that the current units are bad but just as the eccentrics served their part in the war and were retired, i think seeing characters leaving a unit would be an interesting conflict.... you have this. dissonance between 'the bonds we have will never break even we are apart (and doing whatever life guides us to doing)' and the found family that took so long to foster... the longing and sadness that will occur over this. loss of a role model...... also i like angst. shrugs. much to consider...........

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made ya yawn // caleb & inna & lilith

i was gonna try to finish reaper's rewards over the weekend but i've been hit-by-a-bus levels of exhausted the past few days and just wound up fucking around in CAS with the new L&D stuff. i really like the new CAS items :D I'm very happy to see so much yellow.

not a huge fan of the hair i put on Caleb and I doubt I'll use it much in game, but I do like that it looks like what would happen if he slept catastrophically wrong on his (ungodly) default haircut.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

‘  hey  stranger .  you  drool  in  your  sleep .  so  cute .  ’ㅤfor sageㅤ♡

what does it say about her that the only time she sleeps fitfully is when she's in his arms. maybe it's the heat of his body, or the way his arms curl around her or the entanglement of their limbs that does her in. whether it's an amalgation of it all, sage can't even be embarrassed that she slept deeply enough for her to drool on him. sure, she felt the slightest hint of mortification, but he was so comfortable !

nuzzling into his throat, she makes a noise of affirmation, not wanting to get up. he would have to deal with her sleepy and clingy, it's his fault. ❝ ━ i'll show ye cute, ❞sage grumbles, gently nipping at his throat, cool hands slipping beneath his shirt and making sure she puts her hands on his skin. ❝ ━ let me sleep a lil' longer, ye kept me up las' night. jus' hold me, yeah ? i'll make lunch, promise...❞ / @killerhubby

[dooareyastudy]

Comment convaincre mon frère qui refuse de voter front populaire à cause du gars qui frappe sa femme ?? 😣

A moins d'avoir eu à voter pour lui personnellement car c'était le candidat de votre circonscription, la question ne se pose pas vraiment. On vote pour la gauche, pour un programme commun, pour faire barrage à Macron et à Le Pen. Et comme il vient de renoncer à se présenter, let's go

[bboricha]

y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive. 

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit. 

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side. 

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd

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when she gives you the doe eyes.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley Drabble

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, I've been quite busy with school so I hope you guys can be a little patient with content since I've been stuck on a slump and there's a lot of things I'm currently busy with at the moment because of school despite posting so much last week. Here's the weekly content and I hope you all enjoy :)

Also how do you all feel if I write works inspired by old gacha songs? And yes I used to be a gacha girly, it was some wild phase AHAHAHA

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Brainrot, Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley who decided he wanted to get a divorce with you because things weren't working out between the both of you, so you had to share custody of your daughter.

You managed to get yourself together, having no time to grieve that part of you that he took with him because you had a little one depending on you. You loved that girl for all she was, however she brings you and Simon together.

Not that you resent her for it, god no, it wasn't her fault you and your husband couldn't see eye to eye.. that he refused to retire after everything, maybe it was just your paranoia getting to you. You couldn't stand the fear anymore, the fear of one day he's not the one you'll see when you open the front door but Price.

You forgot how difficult it was doing this on your own until now, you could barely get up, your head was actually killing you. You pushed through, making your daughter breakfast.

You felt like you were about to throw up, ears started to ring and everything else felt numb. The next thing you know was your eyes rolling back and everything going black, the last thing you heard was your toddler panicking, calling you over and over on the verge of crying.

All while you were unconscious, your little one runs to your room to look for your phone to call her dad.

"Listen I know we—" Simon said expecting you on the phone before getting cut off by his daughter..

"Dada! Momma's dead, dada. Momma's not breathing!" In a panic, she cried it out like a mantra. Simon was in a panic, he got up from where he was and was speeding towards what used to be your shared home.

The next thing you know, you were hearing the beeps of a heart monitor. All your senses were working, all except sight.. you didn't have enough energy to open them, in the coldness of your whole body from the well ventilated room, you felt warmth on your hand.

It was all too familiar, calloused but so gentle and warm. Simon.. it was Simon. All while processing this situation, all that's going through Simon's head are the what ifs.

"Fucking hell, help her.. My wife, she's been unconscious for thirty minutes. She's breathing but it's faint and she's burning" Simon almost yelled in a full panic, he was doing his best not to snap at the hospital staff but how couldn't he? Hadn't even realized that he called you something you weren't anymore, the title he took with him.

Your little one holding her dad's hand in the waiting room, she was observant, an emotionally intelligent little girl who holds her dad's hand. Simon keeps reminding himself to calm down, how much his bumblebee must be terrified, far more than he was so he takes her in his arms.

Sooner or later they were allowed to enter, doctor said you were stabilized and only collapsed from a horrid fever and so much fatigue. Thinking of losing you, just like that with no warning would be the second time Simon would lose you.

Now watching you unconscious, IV tube connected to you because of course you haven't been eating well either. It made him rethink everything, was it a mistake to give you those papers? Was it worth it losing the one person in his life who he would give his life for with no hesitation?

All he could do for now was sit next to you, no matter how long it takes for you to wake up because he doesn't have the strength to leave, maybe in a day or two but not now..

Part 2 anyone?